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  ReaganLockhart

  ©2018byReaganLockhart

  Allrightsreserved.Thisbookoranyportionthereofmaynotbereproduced orusedinanymannerwhatsoeverwithouttheexpresswrittenpermissionofthe copyrightholderexceptfortheuseofbriefquotationsinabookreview.

  Thisisaworkoffiction.Names,characters,businesses,places,events,and incidentsareeithertheproductsoftheauthor’simaginationorusedina fictitiousmanner.Anyresemblancetoactualpersons,livingordead,oractual eventsispurelycoincidental.

  Allcharactersdepictedinthisstoryareovertheageofeighteen.Thisstory containsexplicitcontentandisintendedforadultsonly.

  TableofContents

  Copyright

  Excerpt

  SwappedinaFantasyWorld

  SavedbytheBarbarian

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter4

  Chapter5

  ClaimedbythePrince

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter4

  SharedbytheAlphas

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  BimboficationDay

  BoringtoBimbo

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter4

  Chapter5

  GeektoBimbo

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter4

  Chapter5

  WannabetoBimbo

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter5

  Chapter5

  DominatedbytheShifter

  TheDragonLord

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  TheWerewolfWarrior

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  TheWerelionKing

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter4

  GenderSwapRPG

  BecomingAWoman

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter4

  DigitalBimbo

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  RealityChange

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter4

  AuthorNotes

  Excerpt

  “Youwanttobemine,”hesaid.Withsuchconfidence.Likehecouldtasteit onher.

  Herwordsfalteredinherthroat.Somanyexcusesanddenials. No.We’ve onlyjustmet.Idon’tknowyou.You’reawolfshiftercavemanwhocomesfroma fantasy,horror,world.

  Whydidn’tshesayanyofthem?Becauseherheartwasthumpingandher mindwasracing.Shewasn’tsurewhatthetruthwas.

  Didsheactuallywanttobehis?

  Hewasexactlythekindofmanwhoshelustedforinherdreams.Apowerful alphawhowouldmakeherfeelsafe.Andhewassurpassinganyexpectations.

  Neverinherlifehadshefeltmoresecurethanwhenshewasbyhisside, trekkingthroughabeyonddangerouslocation.Heturnedhellintoacomfortable stroll.

  Melissa’sbodylongedforhim.Herbreedinginstinctswereablaze.Thiswas amansheshouldhavechildrenwith.Astuditwouldberighttospendtherestof herlifewith.

  Maybethatwitchknewwhatshewasdoing.

  FangtookMelissa’ssilenceasachallenge.Heburiedhistongueintoher cunt.Heateheroutwithfeveredlust.Fangshowedherwhatshewasmissingby sayingno.

  Hermoansgotlouderasherheadpushedintothefirmstonebehindher.

  “Holyshit,”shemoanedaspleasuresurgedthroughher.

  “Admitit,”hegrowledintoherbody.

  “Ican’t,”shewhimpered.

  “Youcan.Youdo.Youwill.”

  Melissacouldn’tholdbackhercries.Nomanhadeverdrawnhereyeandhe wasmakinghertingleinbliss.Shewasfalling.Herheadwasspinningand leavingherwithonlyoneanswer.

  “Fine,”shegasped.“Ido.Ido!”

  “Sayit.Iwanttohearit.”

  Hiswordsweresoforceful.Justliketherestofhim.Hedidn’ttakeno,or silence,forananswer.Shewasn’tallowedtohidefromhim.Shehadtobareall.

  Hedidn’tgiveherachoice.

  “Iwanttobeyours,”shemoaned.Herheadmayhavebeenlaggingbehind, butherbodyhadlongsincedecided.Itwasn’twithstrainedbysociety’s teaching.Ittunedintonature,aworldwherehewasking.

  Therewasnofinerpartner,foraferalwoman,thanhim.

  SwappedinaFantasyWorld

  SavedbytheBarbarian

  Chapter1

  “Morning,Alex.Hereforanewbook?”Mr.White,thejollyoldmanwho ownedthelocalbookstore,said.

  “That’sright.Gotanythingnewin?”Alexasked.

  “Foryou,afraidnot.Still,mightbesomethingontheshelvesyouhaven’t read.”

  Fatchanceofthat.Alexwassurehe’dalreadyreadeveryfantasybookthat hadeverbeenwritten.Afterall,hewasafantasyobsessive.

  Itdidn’tmatterhowheabsorbedthemedium,headoreditineveryshapeand form.Books,televisionshows,movies,videogames;hewasafantasyfan throughandthrough.Didn’tmatterifitwasseriesspanningepics,swordand sorcerystyleadventures,ormonsterfilledcomingofagestorieswithsinister twistsateveryturn.Alexwasaguywholovedfantasy.

  “I’lltakealook.Hopefully,I’llfindsomething,”Alexsaid.“I’mitchingfor anewread.”

  Alexmadehiswaytothesectionheknewbyheartandscannedthroughthe selection,hopingtofindsomethinghehadn’tseenbefore.Anewadventurefor himtolosehimselfin.

  Thosewerethebestbooksofall,theonessocompellingyouactuallyfelt

  pulledintothestory.

  Somestoriesevenhadthatasthetheme.Theheroinebeingpulledintoa strange,fantasy,world,wheretheydidn’tbelong.Usuallycastintheroleof someheroofdestiny,whovanquishesthebigbadandalwaysgetsthegirl.

  Alexhadalwaysdreamedofbeingoneoftheheroesinthosestories.He lovedfantasythatmuch.But,heknewadreamwasasfarasitgot.Itdidn’t matterhowmuchAlexlovedfantasy,itwasn’treal.

  Itwascalledfantasyforareason.

  Noneoftheworldshereadaboutexisted.Dofonys,Irrather,andSliberynn, wereallfigmentsofauthor’simaginations.Amillionotherworldsthesame.

  Noneofthemactuallyexistedbeyondthepagesofhisstories,orasmovies featuringactorsheknewwereplayingparts.

  Fantasywasn’treal,despitehowmuchhewantedittobe.

  Alexwasn’tjustdeniedhisdreams.Hewasdeniedanewread.Heowned everybookontheshelfalready.Therewasnothingnewthatinterestedhim.

  Itwasgettingharder,andharder,tofindnewmaterial.

  Asiffateheardhiscomplaints,somethingtumbledfromthehighestshelf andclatteredAlexonthehead.

  “Ouch!”hewhined,rubbingthesoreness.“Whatthehellwasthat?”

  Sittingonthefloorwasaheavy,leather-clad,book.Itlookedwornandwas coatedwithathicklayerofdust.It’dbeenhiddenawayforalongtime.

  Therewasnotitleonthefront.Nowordsatall.Itscoverwasadornedwitha symbolunknowntoAlex.Onethatlookedlikeacrestbelongingtosomenoble familyfromthetaleshe
likedtoread.

  Alexdidn’tknowwhy,buthewasdrawntothebook.Hesensedagreat adventurewaitingforhimbetweenthepages.

  Hedroppeditdownonthebookstorecounter.“Howmuchforthisone?I

  can’tfindalabelonit.”

  “I’veneverseenthatbookbefore,”Mr.Whitesaid.“Isitevenoneofmine?

  Justtakeit,Alex.You’vebeensuchagoodcustomertome.Idon’tmindyou keepingit.”

  “Really?Thanks,Mr.White.Youjustmademyday!”

  Alexwasn’tsugarcoating,orexaggerating,hisexcitement.Hecradledthe bookandrushedhome,eagertogetreading.

  Assoonashearrivedback,heopenedthebookandimmersedhimselfinthe world.

  Literally.

  Chapter2

  Alexawokeandsawaperfectblueskylookingbackathim.

  Hedidn’tknowhe’dfallenasleep.Thelastthingherememberedwas openinghisnewbook.Afterthat,everythingwasblack.Hismemorywasgone.

  Hedidn’tremembergoingoutside,ortakinganap.

  Alexliftedhisheadfromthefloorandwincedasitthrobbed.Amigraine madehimgroan.

  “Ouch.Whatthehell?”hecomplained,lookingaround.Whereheshould haveseenacouch,aTV,androwsoffigurineshe’dspentgreatcarepaintingso theyfithishighstandards,hesawaspanningwilderness.

  Grassflowedpleasantlyinthewindaroundhim,andtreesrustledfromthe verysamebreeze.Thesoundofbirdschirpingmixedinwiththetranquilsong, andaconcealedstreamrumblednottoofaraway.

  Ifhe’dwanderedoutside,he’dgoneabitfurtherthanthecurb.

  “AmIdreaming?”Alexaskedhimself.Hehadtobe.Itwastheonlywayto explainhowhe’dbeendumpedinthemiddleofaforest.That,oraseriouscase ofsleepwalking.

  Sleepwalkingdidn’texplainthevoicethatwasdictatinghiswords.Itwasn’t his.Itwasfartoodelicate.Feminine.

  Agirl’svoice.

  “What’sgoingonhere?”hesaid,checkinghisvoice.Definitelynothis.

  Soundedlikeasiren.Andnotthebeepingkind.

  Thevoicewasn’ttheonlyunusualthing.Strandsofunkempthairdangled downandpartiallyobscuredAlex’svision.Hishairwasn’ttheshortest,butit

  wasn’tthatlong.Anditwasadirtybrown.Thelocksforcinghisfingersinto actionwereblonde.

  Hedidn’tgettimetothinkabouttheoddities.Asounddisturbedhim.A rustleinthebushes.

  Alexgrewhyperalert.Hisimaginationranwild.Wasitsomesortofsix-headedhellbeast?Agold-hoardingdragonking?Asnake-facedcentaurhunter?

  “Hello?”hisfartoodelicatevoicesaid.“Isanybodythere?”

  Noanswer,justanotherrustle.Whatsortofmonsterwasit?Wasitachance encounterwiththedemonking?!

  Ofcoursenot.Itwasacute,furry,whiterabbit.

  Alexsighedinrelief.He’dworriedhimselffornoreason.Heknewthe creatureshepictureddidn’texist.

  Thebunnydartedoff,andapackofferalwolvesleapedfromthebush.They definitelydidexist,andtheireyesturnedawayfromtheiroriginaltargetand overtotheirnewprey.

  Him.

  “Nicedoggies,”hesaid,slowlymakinghisretreat.Nosuddenmovements.

  Hedidn’twanttospookthem.

  Itmadenodifference.Theirmindwasmadeup.Theybaredtheirfangsand pouncedtowardshim.

  Alexmadethewisedecisiontogetthehelloutofthere.

  Hewasneverasportyguy.Thelasttimehe’ddoneanyseriousexercisewas afewyearspriorwhenhestillattendedschool.Eventhenhedideverythinghe couldtoclaimhewassick.Afakenotefromthedoctorwasapowerfulweapon.

  Itwasamazinghoweasilyonecouldbemotivatedtorunwhentheyhada packofwolvessnappingattheirheels.

  Alexranasfastashisfeetcouldtakehim,jumpingoverrootsthatjutted

  fromthefloor,hurdlingrockswhichaimedtosprainhisankles.Hissocksand shoesweremissing,andthegroundmadehissolesache.Itdidn’tstophim.It couldn’tstophim.Ifanyoftheobstaclesclaimedhim,itwasgameover.They’d claimamightyassistforawolf’skillingblow.

  Itwasn’tjustnaturewhichtriedtostophim.Hisremainingclothingwished togetinontheact.Hispantstriedtoretreatdownhislegsandabandonedhis waistline.Hehadtousehishandstopullthemup.Itwastheonlythinghecould dotostophimselffromtrippingoverthedanglinglegs.

  Hisshirtfelttootight,andhisfronttooheavy.Itwashardtobreathe,and hardtomovequickly,whensomethingkeptswingingaround.Whatitwas,he didn’tknow.Hedidn’tdarelook.Doingsowouldslowhimdownandturnhim intowolfchow.

  Alex’seyesremainedahead,onthepath,lookingforawayout.

  Eventhoughheranfasterthanheknewhecould,thewolvesdidn’tstop chasing.Theyremainedrightbehind,readytopounceassoonasAlexstumbled.

  Hewasdeterminednottodoso.Heknewdoingsowouldbetheendofhim.

  Alexracedthroughafoliagewallandemergedfromtheforestandintoa clearing.Itwasn’tgoodnews.Thepathcametoastopasitturnedintoawide stream.Itwasn’tparticularlystrong,butAlexcouldn’tswim,andtherewasno convenientbridgewaitinginfrontofhim.

  NowayoverforAlex.Hehadtogoaround.

  Beforehecouldmakeadecisiontotakeoffdownthebank,thewolveshad himsurrounded.Andtheylookedextrahungryafterhavingtochasetheirmeal down.

  Alexwasn’tdeluded.Heknewwhatthismeant.Gameover.

  Unlikeinhisvideogames,hecouldn’tresetandgoagain.Forhim,game overmeantlifeover.

  “Please,don’tdothis,”hebegged,notwantingtodie.Hestillhadsomuch tolivefor.ThesequeltoTheIronNexuswascomingoutinWinter.Hedidn’t wanttomissit.“Please.Anyone.Anything.Saveme.”

  Thewolvesweren’tmovedbyhispleas.Theypouncedathim.

  Alexdroppeddown,coveredhishead,andsquealedinterror.

  However,theenddidnotarrive.

  RatherthansinkingtheirfangsintoAlex’sbody,thewolveswhimperedas theirassaultwasputtoaswift,decisive,end.

  Unabletocomprehendthelackofagonyracingthroughhim,Alexremained withhisheadburiedtothefloor,untilavoiceshockedhim.

  “Don’tworry,love.You’resafenow.Igot‘em.”

  IttookAlexamomenttorealizethatthevoicewastalkingtohim.His prayershadbeenanswered.Helookedupandfoundthatthewolveshadbeen takencareof.They’dbeenreducedintoclumpsofred,thesameformthey intendedforhim.

  Whatstoodintheirplacewasahugetowerofamanwhocastashadow acrossAlex,andeverythinginhisvicinity.

  Hewasaroundseven-foottall,andhisstockyframewasbulgingwith massivemuscles,makinghimappearevenbigger.Hisarmswereasthickastree trunks,hislegsnothinner,andhisstomachwaschiseledwithaneight-pack.

  That’sright.Notasix-pack.Aneight-pack.

  Alexcouldn’tevengetpastaone-pack.

  ThemysterymandidnothingtohidehisHerculeanbody.Hedidn’twear anythingapartfromsomeleatherstraps,thathelookedreadytoburstoutof,and afurloincloththatputallitseffortintohidingonemusclealone.

  Hisskinwasbakedtobronzefromalifeoutside,andhisskinwasscarred throughbattle.Bloodsplattersdrippedoverhismusclesashehandedagiant

  battleaxewithonehand.Itwasalmostasbigashewasandwasbeing manhandled.

  Onlysomeonewithobscenestrengthcouldeasilywieldsuchamonstrous weapon.

  Asforhisface,itwasasmanlyashisbodydeserved.Squarejaw,strong features,adarkstubble,andastarethatcouldsendminotaursfleeing.Allframed withlong,blowing,blackhair.

  Alexwasinawe.Thisguywasn’tliketheheroesinhisfantasynovels.They wereusuallyguyslikehim.Unassuming.Thesurpriseh
ero.

  Thisguywasabadass.Hedidn’tneedtoworryaboutgettingthegirlinthe end.He’dhadadifferentgirloneverypage.Whenhewalkedinaroom,allthe ladiescreamedtheirpanties.

  Alex’sfaceburnedredashisinsidesturnedhot,hot,hot.Hewasfeelingthe sameeffect.Hewasn’tgay,butthisguywastoohot.Toosexy.HemadeAlex’s heartpoundandmouthdry.

  “Catgotyourtongue,love?”thebarbarianasked.Helookedcustombuiltto playthatrole.“Notevengonnageta‘thanks’?”

  “Thanks,”Alexsomehowsaid.Therewasadesertinhismouth.

  “Noproblem,babe.What’saprettylilthinglikeyoudoingallthewayout here?You’dbewolfchowifitweren’tforme.”

  Babe?Prettylilthing?Alexwaslittle,comparedtothisman-giant,buthe wouldneverconsiderhimselftobepretty.Hewasaguy.Atmosthewouldwant tobehandsome.

  Honestly,hewasveryaverage.Anormal,unassuming,guy.

  Thebarbarian,notsomuch.

  “Idon’tknow,”Alexsaid.“LastthingIrememberedwasbeinginmy apartment.ThenIendedupouthere.”Thesleepwalkingtheorywasoutofthe

  window.EvenifAlexhadmanagedtowanderallthewaytosomeforest,thathe hadneverseenbefore,nowaywouldheeverfindabarbarianstudroaming around.“Whereishere?”

  “TheHowlingForest,ofcourse.Dangerousfordelicatethingslikeyou.”

  “TheHowlingForest?What?Bemoreclear.Whatisthislandcalled?This worldcalled.”

  “Didyouhityourheadorsomething,girly?”

  “Justtellme,please.”

  “You’reoneweirdchick.HowcouldyouforgetAddovion?”

  Addovion.Alexhadneverheardthetermbefore,butitwasn’tEarth.It soundedlikesomethingfromoneofhisfantasybooks.Andthebarbarianwasa manfittobecastinthem.

  ThenAlex’strainofthoughtslippedtheotherway.“Wait.Whatdidyoucall me?”

  “Ididn’tcallyounothing,missy.Youain’ttoldmeyourname.Thenagain, guessIain’ttoldyoumine.”Hethumpedahandtohisbroadchest.“Name’s Draug.”

  Alexdidn’tgiveashitwhatDraugwascalled.Hewasmorefocusedon girly.Missy.Chick.

  Hetwistedaroundandtookalookattheriver.Thewaterwasflowingby, whichdistortedtheimage,butAlexcouldmakeoutsomekeyfeatures.

  Longblondehair.Softface.Plumplips.Hugetits.