《The Bloody Baroness》


 Ch. 1 Poor Mr. Rabbit

    I felt tired, heavy. I really didn''t want to go to class today.


    Well, I never want to go any other time either, but last night was freaking terrible.


    Last night I had a creepy and disturbingly realistic dream of getting mauled by a giant wolf after I left that frat party. Those assholes must have spiked the drinks or something because having that sort of vivid dream just screams of a fucked up trip. Not that i would personally know, I''ve always kept far away from all that, but you hear stuff In school.


    I shifted on my bed a bit and opened my eyes to try and look at my clock to see how long I''ve been passed out, but sunlight near raped my eyes all the way through my throbbing head and acted like glass shards scraping my brain out.


    Damn, and not only that my back and the back of my thighs started itching like crazy.


    And that made me realize........ I''m laying on grass.....


    And that realization made me freeze and slowly open my eyes shading them from the searing light to look at the grass covered ground.......


    However, one thing I notice now that my brain is mildly booted up takes precedence above all!


    "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PENIS!" I scream looking down under my pants at my very smooth and pretty looking pelvis area where my very manly penis should reside.


    ............ I''ve read plenty of light novels and maybe even some manga where a guy gets turned into a girl and transferred to a different world, but seriously it actually happened to me? And now that I''m waking up with my little man gone and all, I don''t think any of the books can even get close to the absolute terror and anxiety of changing genders. It''s not even on the same scale as going to a different world!


    Mainly I dont care about going to a dffrent world because there wasn''t anything but video games left for me back there. And truly I''ve always wanted to be transported to another world..... And yes I''m guilty of wanting a harem too..... I''m a guy (kinda), don''t judge!


    And now I just realized another fucked up fact.... I''ve got a fucking tail.


    A fluffy white tail, the same color as the hair I see blowing around my face, is swaying around my butt.


    And now I fully understand why dogs chase their tails. I can''t stop watching my tail intently, watching for any sudden moves and getting into a crouch slowly turning around to make sure to keep it in my sight..... Wait .....


    "What the fuck am I doing" I say irritated as I stand back up and my hand meets my face in the well know..... facepalm.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    "I just about started to chase my fucking tail like a dog" I mutter darkly while my hand is reaching up trying to smooth my hair that is being blown by the wind.


    As my hand reaches the top of my head I feel some fluffy things pivoting on my head........ Which feel like canine ears.....


    As I slowly let my hands fall to my sides as I just couldn''t believe it. I''m most probably a wolf girl or dog girl, which isn''t that bad, could''ve been a goblin or some shite.


    I''m just glad I have some shorts and a shirt right now. Definitely don''t want to be seen in the nude, especially if this world is anything like medival times.


    As I''m still having my existential crisis I see a rabbit come hopping out of a hole not far from where I am currently. What really caught my attention however was the horn sticking out of its head.


    ''This..... has going to be the time I completely obliterate the rabbit from being too op right?'' I think watching the rabbit nibble on grass oblivious to my presence.


    Now its obvious what I''m going to have to do next.


    "Time to see if I can move correctly in this body or not, if not then all those years of Hema are going to go to waste." I mutter to myself as I start sneaking up on the happily munching away rabbit.


    I get about a meter away before the rabbit starts sniffing the air looking around for what it had smelled. Seeing this for some reason I couldn''t help myself as I rushed the rabbit and was able to wrap my hands around its throat and back legs.


    And all of a sudden an absolutely irresistible urge to lean my head down and bury my teeth into its neck hit me without warning, which I did without a thought of how disturbing it is to bite into a living rabbits neck and rip its throat out blood flowing down my chin and the rabbits still beating heart pumping hot blood over my hands.


    After I tore into its throat an hunger I didn''t know was there rose in me, and without much thought I started eating the bloody rabbit raw. I know its not right, but honestly it tasted so good I couldn''t help it.


    Not even ten minutes later I had eaten my fill and felt more disturbed at the fact some blood got in my hair than the fact I just couldn''t keep myself from tearing into and devouring a poor rabbit raw.


    Really makes one wonder what else in my morals is fucked up......


    " Hopefully I don''t start seeing people as the ones on the menu" I mutter under my breath with a grimace on my face.


    Not only that the blood is drying a bit and it''s starting to really itch. Definitely no way I''m going to be one of those people who leaves blood on them for any length of time if I can help it!


    I kinda need to find a some water if I want to get clean though.


    I have no idea where I should even start looking for a creek or something. I mean seriously my nature skills: non existent, technology and civilization took care of all that.


    Maybe that''s what I''m going to have to do. Find a village or something so I can either learn how to live in the forests or just stay a city person......


    For some reason I feel strangely uncomfortable with the idea of staying in a city and never leaving.


    Pretty odd considering I was a big city person in the other world. Never went into the country in my life. Closest I got was the documentaries on TV.


    As I was lost in thought I didn''t realize I was hearing something odd and definitely not a part of normal wildlife.


    Sounds like it''s not far. Should I go and see what it is? I could be right next to a village already! Or could be some bandits attacking some people ok the roads! Either way leads to civilization right?


    Although I''m kinda hoping it''s the bandit cliche, I need to get my hands on a sword if I want to be able to actually fight without turning into an beastly animal.


    And I could save some people and get a good reputation with some merchant right off the bat!

 Ch. 2 The Bandit Cliche?

    Okay..... I''ve been trying to hurry up through this forest but there''s roots and holes all over the freaking place. My face would be a bloody mess if I didn''t have my tail. That thing is so freaking useful for keeping balance I can barely believe I used to live without it!


    How are humans able to do so much without tails to help balance then I will never know.


    But due to all the difficult terrain and the heavy shade in the forest it''s taking way longer than I thought to get to the sounds which I can accurately pin down to some sort of fighting. However it''s slowly getting quieter the longer I take.


    Not a few minutes late I pop out of the forest and I have never been more glad to see a dirt road in my life. I almost feel like dropping to my bruised knees and kissed the blessed mostly flat ground.


    But it was not to be as I seem to have made a bit of an entrance bursting out from the forest.


    Looking my way are seven bandits with four more laying either dead or severely injured surrounding what I''m assuming is a merchant or something with four shoddy looking guards looking quite beat up with three more laying about the carriage with the fat ugly merchant looking guy.


    They look at me for one second. Then that stretches into two. Then it keeps stretching for about a minute.


    Well this is awkward.....


    Then I see the fat ugly merchant turn with an horribly ugly scowl so red It almost looked like he turned into an apple.....


    Not going to lie here, I almost decided to turn around then and there and leave the merchant to his fate from just the horribly ugly red face he was showing right then.


    "I am the Baron of this territory what is a filthy animal doing dirtying it! Guards, finish these bandits and bring me that animal. The only good animal is a enslaved animal!"


    Oh...... Well then....... I haven''t felt like this in quite a while, having to go to anger management classes for six years really helped keep it in check.


    But to say he was going to enslave me and I''m guessing from the leer he throws my way after his rant, he wants me as a sexual slave...........


    Oh hell no.....


    I look at the bandits and even they look disgusted at the fat pig and his leering guards.


    Well, it seems the bandit cliche has arrived. But I''m about to say fuck that, because this mother fucker right there is about to have a sword shoved up his ass!


    I start walking closer to the bandits with a blank face, holding in all my anger and bloodthristy feelings till the time my prey can no longer escape.


    I stop near a wounded bandit and gently pick up his sword. It feels like shit in to be honest. Definitely made by an very new blacksmith. The hilt feels much heavier than the blade and the grip is just a splintered mess.


    But.....it''ll have to do. After all, I wouldn''t want to shove a decently made sword up some pigs ass now would I?


    As I come closer to the bandits with my new(ish) sword held at my side the best kept bandit tried blocking my way towards the fat pig.


    " Hey wolfy, I''d leave now if I was you. Fat hog here seems to have got a thing about enslaving beast people. Best be keeping away from him. We do some robbin of the merchants and all but we ain''t no slavers so if I was you I''d leave."


    "Wait, I thought you were going to kill him to begin with. Your going to let him go?" I look at the bandit in disbelief and a bit of shock as well. Never thought I''d meet noble(ish) bandits.


    " Killing is bad for business, and we are just doing this so we and our families can survive. Not because we want to," The bandit, I''m assuming leader, looked almost guilty about robbing people on the roads as a bandit " most of us here just been hit by a lot bad life stuff."This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    I couldn''t help but tilt my head at that, I mean we are talking about rough looking guys with shoddy leather armor and crappy swords. It just screams bandit, but yet how he talks and acts is more like a noble than this supposed noble guy or whatever.


    " Guards! I said get those bandits and bring me that animal in chains!" The noble is screams while stomping his fancy looking boots on the ground at his guards with spit flying from his gaping pig maw.


    His guards while looking want also look at me like a prime piece of steak on the grill while clashing with the bandits.


    I feel a shiver down my spine at the looks I''m getting.


    Looking at all this I put my head down and quietly pray to God under my breath so none one near me could hear.


    "........ Dear God you have brought me to this world for what reason I do not know, but what I do next is for the betterment of all people on this world. Forgive me, for not even a day in this world and I am going to already shove a sword up a fat pigs ass. Amen."


    I finish my prayer and look at the smug looking bastard hiding behind his amateur guards. I mean seriously, they have no form when swinging their swords. It''s like they are trying to chop down a tree, but well it''s not like my bandits are any better...... Wait, did I just say my bandits?


    What the hell, if this ass hat is a Baron then I don''t want to have anything to do with this countries nobility. So why not take over this bandit group and see where it takes me instead?


    I shake my head clear of the thoughts. No good thinking about that now. It''s time to make a pig squeal! I look at the four guards struggling against my bandits and quite quickly losing ground in the face of superior numbers.


    Which also means they have no way of protecting the pig.


    I let out a dark chuckle that even sent shivers down my spine at the realization that I have a free shot at the pig. Oh this is going to feel so good for you Mr. Pig........ Or maybe not.


    I look at the bandits fighting the guards and wait for an opening to get to Mr. Pig slowly circling the fighting till one of the bandits gets a lucky strike on a guard sinking his blade deep into the guards shoulder, making the guard drop to his knees while trying to pull the sword out. Another bandit seeing the opportunity swung his sword at the guards neck finally putting the guard to his bloody rest.


    And with that guard down I have the perfect shot at Mr. Pig. And I mean perfect as in perfect, the pig is currently sticking his head inside his carriage shuffling things around looking for something. Which leaves me me able to stalk in for just what I had promised myself I would do.


    Sneaking up on him wasn''t actually hard at all with him yelling at something inside the carriage. Which was unfortunate for him, because as soon as I got near enough to him, I lifted the sword and pointed it at him readying myself to thrust it into his body. With little hesitation I thrust the sword up into the place where the sun don''t shine.


    For a moment the pig stood absolutely still, as if brain couldn''t quite understand what had happened to his body. It took him just a few moments to start trying to run around while squealing like the pig he is. The guards and bandits alike stopped fighting and just stared as the pig ran wobbled around with the sword hanging from his ass dripping a significant amount of blood onto the ground.


    Soon enough he toppled onto the ground sobbing and begging for help while trying desperately to remove the sword up his ass. The guards and bandits were looking at him with expressions of disbelief.


    I watched him suffer for a bit, definitely enjoying the suffering of the one who has definitely caused a lot of people to suffer more than he was now. Soon he was just laying there moaning and writhing on the ground still trying to remove the sword. I kinda felt a little bit of pity for the pig, its not good to make your prey suffer more than you have too after all~.


    I walked up to the pig while grabbing the fancy looking dagger at his side. It was surprisingly well made if a bit gaudy with a weird hilt with a stamp looking thing on the bottom of it, and sharp as hell as it cut me finger from just barely touching it.


    Growling at myself for being stupid and actually touching a blades edge I stood in front of him so I could look into his teary bloodshot eyes.


    "Now Mr. Pig, I believe its time to end your suffering. Don''t you agree?" I say to him in as an emotionless tone as I can make while twirling the his dagger in my hand making sure to keep my finger far away from that damned blade, that cut was still fucking bleeding too!


    "Please, don''t kill me! Do you want gold? Land? Slaves? Ill give you anything! Please let me go! I don''t want to die!" The pig squealed as I keep my face blank still spinning the dagger.


    "I don''t think you quite understand the situation at hand here." I say while pointing the dagger at his face. "Either way this ends, both you and your guards end up dead, the only thing you have control over is how much you suffer before death takes you from this world."


    "What! You cant kill me! I''m to be the Baron of these lands! I paid for the Title and I wont let you take it from me before I can even get to enjoy it!"


    I stand and start circling him while he tries his best to keep me in sight.


    What he said actually got me thinking, he says he is to be the Baron. And he speaks of the Title as if its a physical thing. Does that mean that he has yet to be claimed as baron and if I took the Title from him I could take his place as Baron? Even though I thought about never wanting to deal nobility at all, I just cant shake the excitement at such a possibility. Though I would have to talk to the bandits and see how the nobility and the rest of this country feels about beast men and if any are nobles as well.


    First I need to get the rest of the details about this Title and all the things I should know about it. And some more clothes, these are caked in blood and dirt from the road.