There was nothing, and I mean nothing, like the shrill hiss of molten steel hitting a cool basin of water; steam filling the workshop as the liquid reached a low boil before settling.

A symphony of hammers striking anvils, the billow of the forge and the occasional expletive really filled the armory with song. Though it would be a bit inaccurate to call yourself the maestro; that title belonged to Gilda.

She was, well, a lot of things. An excellent smith? Absolutely. A bit over the top? Of course. Could she drink you under the table and have her way with you...It had nearly happened on several occasions but that was beyond the point!

The friendship sure wasn't an unlikely one, despite your racial differences as a Human male and she a Dwarven woman, your interest aligned almost perfectly; cue 'Iron-Hand Arms'. The shop wasn't suited for higher-ranking clientele and competition was stiff in a city like Lesant, a coastal town that served as a common waypoint for adventurers and their ilk, but it was mutually yours. You and Gilda shared the upper floor of the smithy and the arrangement as it stood worked. There had been talks but...but the relationship between you and the bombshell Dwarf was entirely platonic, most of the time.

As you stirred downstairs, piece by piece preparing for the work day, the rather obnoxious Dwarven woman was nowhere to be seen; a peculiar and rare occurrence. Gilda had a wild temper at times but was almost robotically work oriented; Dwarves and their machinations. She could forge just about anything with proper time and focus, both of which Gilda capitalized on.

"A-Ah, A-Anon. A minute, have ya?" A voice called from upstairs, it sounded eerily familiar to your friend's but was a bit 'impish', if that even made sense; almost girly.

You set down a pair of tongs you were wiping down, "Yeah, of course. You alright?"

She spoke as you made your ascent, "I-I, I'm going to smash something!" There was a short silence followed by some rather cute huffing and puffing. "Damn Kniiiifffeeee Eaaaaarrrr!"

Shit.

The door to her room burst open as you nearly kicked it down; who knew what could be going on. What lie before you was stranger than anything you could've conjured up, though a bit amusing.

Gilda, once busty, full, and a bit taller for what it mattered, was very much herself. It's just, she wasn't exactly herself. Even shrouded in a veil of fur blankets it was apparent that she was much smaller and sounded a bit different; you could hear a faint sobbing. "I'm g-gonna gut t-that Elf slut."

"Gildy?" Her pet name wasn't too far from her actual.

Mustering some courage, Gilda turned to face you; a child. It was her alright, that you could tell, but Gilda was quite clearly a few decades younger, if not a century.

You paused taking in her slightly revealed, nude form. Gilda's usual freckles were in place but look oh so adorable in the moment! Long, honey wheat-colored hair retaining much of its length, a single braid rested over her exposed shoulder and easily fell to her waist. Body wise....was it ok to see her like this? You couldn't fully tell but many of Gilda's thick Dwarven assets were very much depleted; there was still an alluring shape to her frame though you dared not admit it.

"I-I just k-know it's a curse! Elven whore. Dirty Elven whore I know it!" Her yapping was frantic and it wasn't hard to see her little cerulean eyes darting about for a weapon.

"Slow down," you wanted to reach out and shake her but would that felt, weird, given the circumstances. "Explain, Gilda."

In the middle of Gilda's two hour recitation of her numerous blood-feuds she'd garnered, per usual for Dwarves, an old companion was eventually mentioned: Vivian the Witch.

The two never got along, like fifty years ago when they were adventurers, and for whatever reason their was an ocean of bad blood. "It's that tall, pointy-eared banshee's fault--I know it! If I can j-just!" Her face caught in a pinched expression, your business partner's lips trembled and cute little nose twitched erratically. Now you were really concerned.

"Hey! Gildy!" The right thing to do would be to press on and make sure she was alright, but oh, she was more than alright.

The fur blankets kicked and flittered about on her bed as if reanimated, no luck for them. All that feist had been replaced by a magically enhanced libido, no question a courtesy of Vivian.

"An-Anon, I-I-I," Her plump little legs spasmed, "may n-need h-h-heellp-p. J-just help!" Gildy's eyes swirled with lust and passion, this startlingly young version of your best friend and business partner barely able to control the mind numbing waves of euphoria that scrubbed her senses silly. "I'm sorry, I-Hnnggg! F-Fuckn'...C-Cunt! E-Ellff Euuugghhhoooo~~<3!"

You'd never really seen a Dwarf child before but their size made them perfect for contorting into all sorts of lewd positions, by which Gilda was inadvertently putting on an excellent display; not even cursed and it was a struggle to contain yourself as the scene unfolded.