Adventurer’s Magazine - Issue 283
The Mischievous Blushwolves
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(Editor’s note: Take a sip of tea every time you read the word “blush” in this article)

Typical subscribers to these papers know the wide variety of ways life forms may sustain themselves, from insects that grow from magical residue, plants that convert metals into fertilizer, to slimes that decompose rusted weapons and armors. However, have you ever seen a creature that survives by harvesting embarrassment from other animals?

Entities that feed on spiritual auras are quite well known these days. In fact, a recently-conducted poll of our viewers reveals that 43% of adventurers have considered adopting ethereal pets that thrive from love and company rather than food. We have also covered boogeymen that draw power from the dread of their enemies, demons who feed off mankind’s cruelty, and long time readers should also remember the issue about angelic beings that are kept alive by faith alone.

Emotions are part of our everyday lives, but most people fail to acknowledge it as an elementary source of power that, if harnessed correctly, may be used to cast powerful spells, inspire the masses, or withstand physical tasks that would break most people. A few examples that our subscribers may know include the art of pyromancy that creates flames fueled by either rage or passion; the unbreakable resolve of a paladin that can fight even with a pierced heart; and the endless charisma of succubi that can control legions of needy followers. Even alchemists have created potions using emotionally charged objects for centuries, such as tears or widow’s flowers.

Naturally, emotions are the words of the soul, and a person manifests different auras according to their feelings. Different moods can be used to fuel separate kinds of magic. Anger becomes raw physical power, inspiration can be used for conjurations and summonings, faith is trusted to heal wounds, and so on. It comes to no surprise that, if emotions are a fountain of energy, there would be creatures capable of using this sustenance to their advantage.

Today we will be showcasing a beast that feeds on a very specific type of emotional energy: the metaphysical aura released whenever we experience great embarrassment, guilty pleasure, shame, and that intense feeling whenever that one person you like teases you in public… also known as “blushing”.

The blushwolf has adapted to thrive off these resources that we unknowingly create every day. These creatures range from spirit blushpups that “prank” into commiting public gaffes or slipping a word they shouldn’t, all the way to powerful blushalphas that force their victims to delve into unnatural levels of self-inflicted-humiliation. Even if you are a prideful person, living with nothing to be ashamed of, these hounds will find a way to leave your face as red as a rose. In fact, you may find that the stronger your will, the more an alpha blushwolf will seek to break you, as they prefer to “attack” public speakers, guild masters, party leaders... and have a special predilection for the stereotypical rogue edgelord!

Blush-hounds typically hide out in fae-forests, and wait to catch a member of an adventuring party out on their own. When you are jumped by a blushwolf, rather than it tackling you like a normal wolf, the ghostly creature will dive straight into your chest, ignoring any form of physical defense. Unless you are able to quickly cast a purging spell to cleanse it from your body, you’ll be overwrought with a warm, fuzzy sensation as the creature fuses with your soul, and have to endure the creature’s full cycle. Once the bonding is complete, the blushwolf will begin the process of changing you into a blush-generator so that it can leech embarrassment energy right from the source.

Although the spiritual bonding between person and blushwolf might feel scary for a first time adventurer, you can rest assured that you are nearly guaranteed to survive, since the creature is less of a parasite and more of a symbiote. It will eventually detach from you once it extracts enough blush energy, and while it may leave a trail of embarrassing memories, your physical health will not be damaged.

But you might ask: “How is the blush wolf gonna make me blush?” Well...

Blush wolf’s vessels will immediately report more exaggerated reactions to even the most mundane circumstances: failing a task, especially simple ones, can make you whine like a spoiled kitty for days. Dropping your sword during a casual sparring match may suddenly cause your cheeks to brighten. A stutter may overwhelm your voice when you merely attempt to order an ale at the tavern. Public speeches will be nigh impossible as you accidentally embarrass yourself with silly words, hiccups and squeaks.

Former “victims” have reported a sudden need to ask their companions for help battling the most trivial enemies; they casually dress in more foolish, revealing clothing; they wince and gasp whenever someone makes physical contact with them; they place their sleeping bags closer to other party members for protection even in safe zones; they will crave love and attention in pitiful ways, and they might even be compelled to reveal their true feelings to the person they adore in the most clumsy and awkward way.

Besides intensifying the submissive and insecure factors of your personality, the wolves will also inspire behavioural changes in your peers, as many vessels mentioned in interviews. They will giggle at your failures, overexplain how to complete simple tasks, and never let you forget when they “saved” you from a harmless monster attack. Previously inappropriate comments about you would become common in front of innkeepers and merchants. Even the more shy confidants of your adventuring group will begin to crack teasing jokes and pry out deep-buried sources of embarrassment from your past, or call you degrading nicknames…

This depoiment pretty much speaks for itself:
“The blushwolf not only made me more easily embarrassed, but the creature also released a spiritual bait that made everything… and I mean, literally everything in miles to start to look at me as a target for teasing. Even the street dogs would throw sticks, expecting me to fetch and bring it back in my mouth… and no matter how strong I was… I couldn’t help it… I got on all fours and brought the stick back to that mutt so they could pat my head, even with the whole townsquare watching.”

And everything thus far is considered the mild stage of the blushwolf’s reign over your life…

This will only get worse from this point onward (or better, depending on your tastes).

Many recall a faint dizziness as their spiritual roommate reads through their memories in order to concoct the perfect image of embarrassment for the specific host. After the scan is complete, drastic changes will take place amongst your party. The blushwolf will use your greatest social fears against you… and turn them into reality in the most cringeworthy way possible.

Some recall earning a brand new title or nickname after some flustering episode, with their companions refusing to let them forget some embarrassing thing they accidentally did. You could trip into the mastiff’s feeding bowl and be called a kibble eater; your robes could get cut to resemble a skirt during a battle and they decide to start calling you a girly name; or you could be caught eating cheese at night and earn the nickname ratty.

One day you had the respectable title of warrior, next you are being called the party’s pet! If you are strong, your group may decide to have you carry all of the supplies as the “pack mule”. If you are pretty, they may put a jingling collar around your neck and pet you as a form of stress relief. If you are a mage, you may be forced to cast embarrassing spells on yourself, or maybe your group will randomly break your concentration just to see your magic fail. They will begin to command you like a trained animal during combat, and even though you know that you don’t belong to them, an overwhelming urge to obey will rock your system.

Attempts to deny such claims about your character will be met with changes in the very fabric of reality, to instantly prove you wrong and yield non-stop blushing. You may return to the inn one day and find that your party had sold your armour, instead purchasing a collar and leash for you to wear. If you are a spellcaster, you might be ordered to hold a magic wand in your mouth. Some have woken up to party members strapping a saddle to their back, and are only met with teases whenever they question the sudden changes. From then on, the entire world will treat you as the party’s pet, steed, concubine, or a wide variety of embarrassing roles perfectly tailored to make you ashamed.

Blushwolves enjoy targets that resist the most, usually incapacitating the leaders of adventuring parties, which will render the group completely dysfunctional for as long as spiritual bonding lasts. The tanker of the group may find themselves hugging monsters, the alchemist will start crafting lovepotions, the druid could exchange his fearsome bear form for that of a puppy, and if your party happens to have a necromancer, they might start summoning the spirits of colourful unicorns rather than fallen warriors.

But rest assured, while your party might become utterly destabilized by losing their leader, being defeated by monsters will no longer be a life-ending threat. Instead of trying to kill or rob the party, enemies will have an urge to embarrass the person fused with the blushwolf. You could be forced to keep a harpy’s eggs warm in the nest, grow baby slimes in your belly, [REDACTED] a wolf’s thick [REDACTED], or be tickled into submission by feral predators that previously would have devoured your flesh. Cruel demons might decide to prank your party in funny ways instead of dooming you all to suffer.

In the incredibly rare case of an alpha blushwolf detecting great embarrassment potential in your soul, it will decide to dig even deeper and use it as a nest for its blushpuppies. While in almost ALL cases, the blushwolf’s curse will not cause physical changes, if you are being used to incubate its children, you won't just be treated like a pet... you will actually become one! Over the course of a few days, you'll find patches of white, cloud-like fluff covering your skin, while your muscles become extra chubbiness. Your hands will turn into useless, fuzzy paws that can no longer hold a cup of water, let alone your sword, meaning that you’ll need to start drinking from a dog bowl. On top of that, your arms and legs will be fit for both bipedal and quadrupedal walking, the latter of which becoming increasingly more natural. You will reduce to a fraction of your former height, small enough for another person to cradle in a single arm. To finish it off, you will grow big, floppy ears, a round muzzle, and a waggly tail to resemble the very puppies growing inside you. These greatly-incapacitated forms will persist even after the original blushwolf splits from you, lasting until each of its pups also decide to leave on their own… so you better have a caring party to keep you protected and loved!

(Arito: ^ Is this part real or are we trying to lure the people who like transformation stuff? Btw, remove this comment in editing!)
(Tanice: * >.< We get special subsidies if we mention TF in every article. This phenomenon has technically only been reported without evidence by white-furred pupperkin who claim to not have been born as such, despite no existing records of their “human life.”)

Ignoring this hardly-proven transformation aspect, you probably still think being a blushwolf’s victim is a living hell. However, as the creature craves your embarrassment, it also rewards you with a strange sense of fulfillment. Rather than pain, disheartening or any form of bad emotion, the “parasite” will ensure you only blush. And despite being utterly and completely destroyed socially by this new life, you will end up wanting to blush more and more… going to even deeper lengths to humiliate yourself and generate additional blush energy for your new “soulmate”.

Just like the ants that get enslaved by fungi and climb into the highest places to rot, a spirit wolf manipulates its victims emotions to do its bidding. The host may end up stripped of all social restraints and put themselves into a situation of utmost ridicule, destroying their years of acquired respect and pride to feed that ethereal beast… All while nobody seems to believe they are under control.

The grip of the blushwolf may last from several months to multiple years, with some reported cases even lasting up to three decades. Fighting against the possession results in even longer curses, as helpless squirms only bolster blush production. The blushwolf will only leave your body for its next host once you have entirely accepted your place as a pet; one that your entire group loves to tease, take for walks in front of the whole town, ride on the back of, or even use for [CENSORED BY THE EDITING TEAM]..

Only after your dominant personality is broken into a submissive pet who literally begs to be given headpats and will shamelessly act like a needy mutt, will the parasite finally yield its relationship with your soul. At that moment, you’ll release the final, and most powerful blush of your life, resembling a whimpering puppy, and the blushwolf will be satiated. After this point, you are so docile and mindless that you will hardly even blush anymore, telling the wolf that you are depleted. Your party members will return to normal and apologize for giving you such a demeaning treatment while under the wolf’s influence. You’ll now have a particularly awkward set of memories together as you try to continue your life from where it had been interrupted by the blushwolf.

Most interviewed survivors of the blushwolf have embarrassedly admitted that the experience taught them how to be more open and honest about their more sensitive feelings. Some parties will continue to use a couple of the former victim’s acquired nicknames with consent. And in a few cases, victims still need to be walked around on a leash for a while until they are ready to reenter normality.

While the effects of this symbiotic relationship are incredibly humiliating, and may reduce the target’s mental capabilities, there is very little evidence of everlasting effects. And because the companionship will prevent nearby monsters from thirsting blood, some will consider the interaction as a form of weird enemy-protection blessing. Many adventurers will purposely lure a blush-hound out to fuse with, and willingly embarrass themselves to prolong its residence.

If you plan to venture out into a dangerous region where a bad encounter could mean your life, consider utilizing the blushwolf’s blessing to your advantage! Change a dangerous and terrifying journey into a cute stroll in the park. Though you probably won’t be able to do much exploring and treasure hunting as your party decides to keep you busy with endless attempts to redden your cheeks! But maybe the real treasures of our adventures are actually the nice moments we spend with our friends.

Stay tuned for our next Adventuring Magazine!