Jurgen had not hesitated to accept the wizard’s offer. The farmhand had heard rumblings of the wizard’s good deeds and even though this handsome young man had a humble upbringing he had a strong sense of justice and courage to spare. There was no way Jurgen would pass on Mervin’s proposal to help the good people of Arvath.
That thing about becoming a ‘familiar’ sounded a bit demeaning, it almost sounded like Jurgen was about to become a simple pet or plaything to Mervin. But Jurgen just accepted that the wizard, being much more versed in magic than him, was his superior by default. If he had to leave his human form behind so he could become useful to him, so be it!
“Excellent.” Mervin said. “For the first part of this journey, I want you to be my pipe.”
“Your... pipe?” Jurgen arched an eyebrow. Had he heard that right? He expected to become an ugly orc or a lowly goblin, but a...pipe? Isn’t that what his dad used to smoke tobacco from? “But that’s an object, not a living thing!” The farmhand protested.
Mervin stroked his beard. “Oh, oh! Don’t subestimate me! Of course I can transform a living being into an inanimate object. I’m an expert on transformation magic, after all!”
But Jurgen hadn’t doubted that he *could* do it, but rather that he *wouldn’t* dare to do such a terrible thing... Right?
Mervin put his hand on Jurgen’s shoulder. The farmhand thought the wizard was about to tell him he was joking but he couldn’t be more wrong. The wizard was just holding him so he wouldn’t fall right into the ground the moment he casted the spell.
The wizard’s eyes glowed an intense blue and Jurgen felt very different. The farmhand’s ragged clothing fell down onto the grass forming a pile but the farmhand himself was still being held by the wizard’s hand, albeit in a much smaller and insignificant form.
“You know, this isn’t the first time you caught my eye. The very first moment I saw your strapping bronze-colored tanned skin, no doubt gained by working many hot days under the blazing sun, I knew you’d make a nice bronze-colored pipe.”
“...What?!” Jurgen cried out. His voice sounded much quieter and came from a hole with no teeth, tongue or even vocal chords.
The young man’s head had transformed into the bowl of a pipe, he could move his rim slightly as if it were a set of lips and he could see through a small decoration on the front side of the bowl that looked like the imprint of his eyes, but other than that he looked like any other regular pipe.
The wizard was holding Jurgen tightly by his stem, the fragile-looking part that his torso, arms and legs had fused into. “You look damn fine as a pipe, just as I suspected.” The stem ended in a bright pink mouthpiece that Jurgen found oddly familiar, but the inanimate pipe could not pinpoint what it resembled.
“I can’t wait to taste you later. I’m sure your mana is delicious, my trusty inanimate familiar.” The wizard put the pipe inside a pocket of his tunic. Jurgen was thrusted into a tight dark space along with other unimportant knick-knacks and junk the wizard was carrying around that may or may not be useful for his adventures.
“(Oh shit, and I’m just another unimportant *thing* to him?!)” Jurgen realized. He wanted to leave the dark pocket, but he could only move his outer rim of a mouth slightly. “Help! Someone rescue me!” Jurgen’s voice sounded so small and insignificant, he had no hope anybody would hear him unless he was right next to their ear.
Trapped in the dark, Jurgen lost track of time. His body felt really stiff, which wasn’t surprising considering he was an object, but for some reason the way everything brushed against his pink mouthpiece made him feel horny.
The wizard didn’t stand still. After a long but so far uneventful trek through the perilous Forest of the Unyielding it became night. After making a small campfire, the wizard was about to take from his pockets a folded scroll and a feather to write some notes on it when he brushed against the pipe and casually remembered that it used to be a farmhand named Jurgen. He took the bronze-colored pipe out and examined it thoroughly.
“Oh, I could do with some of your young, virile mana.” The wizard told the sentient pipe. “It’s a long way until we arrive at the capital of the kingdom of Arvath.”
“What is ‘mana’?” The pipe asked back. It was about to plead the wizard to turn it back into human form, but the moment the wizard touched its mouthpiece it yelped in surprise. “Ahhhhh!”
The wizard took a long hit from the pink mouthpiece. That’s when Jurgen realized why that particular part of his new form was so familiar to him. That ‘mouthpiece’ had given him a lot of pleasure during numerous solitary summer nights.
“Mervin! That mouthpiece is my penis!” Jurgen cried out in horror.
“It may have been so in the past, but now it’s just a truly exquisite mouthpiece for me to smoke from. You need not to feel embarrassed about it.”
To Jurgen it embarrassingly felt like his cock was receiving a very intense blowjob by the wizard’s lips. It was the first time Jurgen was being sucked off by a fellow male and he was having very conflicting thoughts. He wasn’t sure what ‘mana’ was, but whatever it was it seemed to come out at the same time he felt an amazing orgasm.
“Oooooohh!” Jurgen’s rim vibrated with intensity and a big white cloud of smoke came out from his hole. He felt so good he didn’t want this feeling to ever stop, no matter how much humiliation he would feel right afterwards.
Mervin took out the mouthpiece from his lips and exhaled a long stream of pearly white, virile smoke. Jurgen’s mana was really damn uplifting, and Mervin was sure his familiar would produce a lot for him during his travels.