Posted on 2022-03-21 23:21:56
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Medium-long story by artist:
[spoiler=exposition part of story]The clamor of bells and cheering rang through the air!
It was once again that special time of year - the festival whereupon a hero was chosen to defend the kingdom! The star of the parade was a single furry, a mongoose hoisted atop the shoulders of a powerful badger, both of whom waved a they passed by! Lasicala had been cultivating a reputation as a hero, aided in part by his lucky break defeating of the Blackwyrm. A reliable hero of both spell and sorcery, the King himself had chosen Lasicala as their champion, their emissary to journey under the Mezzanine Mountain and deal with the dark beast brewing there!

He had to admit, it came as a bit of a surprise! In the past, only the Royal Knights had ever dealt with the monster. Still, the mongoose was eager to prove his skill and perhaps even use this as a stepping stone on the way to becoming a Knight himself. After all, he’d slain dragons. What hope did a single minotaur have against an experienced adventurer?

Lasicala arrived in the castle a day early of his summons, and was treated to no less than a sprawling feast! Good food, good music… he wondered if perhaps it was to be his last meal? The thought only occured to him after overhearing the rumblings of some loose-tongued courtiers, whose hushed whispers implied that no squire had ever came back from the Mezzanine! Lasicala listened carefully and learned all that he could. No sword was as useful as the right bit of knowledge, and he spent the next day with the Court Wizard studying all that he could about minotaurs.

Size, strength, speed, weaknesses… he even managed to divine a rough map of the labyrinth under the mountain! It was stained and roughshod, some parts of the ink smeared and illegible. If no one had ever returned, well… he would certainly be the first! Just to be safe, the hero also took a stout length of cord. "If you tie it to something near the cave entrance, you can always find your way back home" reasoned the wisened magician. Lasicala gave him a somber nod and thanked him for his sage advice.


That afternoon, the King invited the warrior to his throne room. Among the golden light of the setting sun, he was proud to adorn Lasicala in the traditional armor of their kingdom’s hero! His jaw almost dropped when he saw it.

“Th-this!? I, uh…. thank you, your majesty!” the mongoose stammered. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing! The armor looked equal parts Royal Knight, equal part harem dancer! He couldn’t help but blush at how sparse and showy it was, but the whole court clapped to see him don it. This… it must have been some curious fashion thing. Lasicala had spent a month representing the Fey Court, whose clothing choices might best be described as what happens if you drunkenly described a harlequin to someone in Sylvan, when they only spoke Draconic. By comparison this armor was at least functional.
“I will… ah… I will bring peace and honor to the kingdom!”

Lasicala blushed and rubbed the back of his head. The bands of the jockstrap actually fit him VERY nicely, and he did his best to keep his tail down or else be giving everyone in the court a rather lewd display! The more he thought about it, the more the outfit made sense, in an odd sort of way. A single hit from something as powerful as a Minotaur was nothing short of lethal, so of course they had to design something with maximum agility in mind!

That night, the hero slept fitfully in his quarters. He considered asking one of the handsome courtesans to help ease him to sleep, but the guard presiding over his doorway strictly forbid him from leaving. Lasicala settled in under the covers with a huff. Without even a door to shut, it seemed unfair that he couldn’t even satisfy himself on the eve of what could be his final adventure! Huffing and fretting, the mongoose eventually drifted to sleep contemplating the blue moonlight.

Another parade, saw him on his way out. Armed with his trusty sword and a ration of supplies, he was soon on the winding path to the mountain. Wandering through town nearly buck-ass nekkid, the hero couldn’t help but be curious how this could all be so… normal… to the townsfolk! Almost nobody seemed worried for him, and even fewer bat an eye at his incredibly revealing new armor!

Despite his slow steps, the entrance to the Mezzanine appeared to him before late afternoon. The rough, natural cavern soon gave way to polished marble walls and arching, beautiful ceilings. This place could have been a palace, in its own right, and maybe would be again someday when the monsters were gone. Lasicala crept quietly through the corridors, all the while daydreaming that they might name the reclaimed palace after him. He let lengths of cord drape along his path to find his way back to the entrance. A floating bat-like creature flew silently past. A strange, oozing cube lurched in the opposite direction. No wonder the past heroes never returned; they probably all exhausted themselves fighting these small fries!

Finally, his quiet paws padded their way into a grand opening. It was better lit than the corridors, and even had a view that overlooked the Kingdom. Strange, glowing artifacts glistened in a pile near a massive, obsidian throne. [/spoiler]

[spoiler=hypnosis part of story]And there, perched casually on the sovereign seat, was the biggest and mostly beastly bull Lasicala had ever seen! His mighty chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, while the most casual flex of his titanic arms caused an enormous knot of muscle to bulge against his pelt! It was obvious the mongoose caught him unprepared - the beast was weaponless and armored in next to nothing! If only the hero had a longbow, this battle would be over before it could begin! Still, he had the element of surprise, and took that moment to assess his options.

It was honestly a bit difficult to concentrate with the sheer, rank aura of masculinity hanging heavy upon the chamber. The scent reminded him somewhat of the squire’s barracks, after a night of drunken revelry and grab-ass that sometimes lead to more. Much more!

Enticed by that lewd nostalgia (and a certain lack of attention the night before) Lasicala felt his own shaft now roused and pulsing! He quickly moved to adjust the now tent of his jockstrap. “No, dammit! Now is not the time!”

Just then, a sudden movement nearly startled him. Some anthro servant whisked hurriedly past his hiding spot. The mongoose retreated into the shadows, but thankfully hadn’t been spotted. He watched in curiosity as a red fox wearing nothing but a veil and a jockstrap brought the beast a golden platter of fruit. He leaned in and whispered something to his master, who in return reached over... and began casually fondling that supple vulpine ass! It barely took a few squeezes and touches before the minotaur sank one of his thick fingers between those plump cheeks! For all the chamber’s grandiose size, the fox’s moans soon echoed through its walls.

Lasicala found himself blushing brightly, trying his best not to watch the rather... enticing show! He folded down his ears, trying hard to ignore the sultry whines that only made his hard-on all the needier!

“Come, little warrior! I know you sulk yet in the shadows. Reveal yourself to me, that we may begin our dealings.”
Lasicala gasped. The minotaur's booming voice rattled not only the stone pillars, but the very bones of his body! His paws began to tremble, and the legendary sword grew heavy in his hands.
"No!" Lasicala grit his teeth, "He only knows I’m here. That means nothing. He’s still unarmored! I caught him unprepared. He’s just as vulnerable as I am!"

The warrior stepped from his hiding place, brandishing his sword high. He’d managed to steady his resolve, enough at least that he was no longer shaking. The Minotaur seemed amused by this show of bravery, watching his new quarry with a feigned interest. Almost as an afterthought, his kneading fingers easily brought the vulpine servant to a shattering climax. Soft, feminine moans rolled through the cavern as arcs of pearly jizz arced across the intricate surface of the Minotaur’s throne. His hands come away, leaving the servant to collapse almost joyously onto the hoard of gold and treasure as his master rises from his seat. Lasicala was once again taken aback by monster’s height and… impressive manhood, which was now full on display! It was then that the mongoose hero also realized there was a masterfully-crafted battleaxe the size of an oxcart within arm’s reach of the throne.

Strangely, the minotaur made no effort to reach for it.
“At last!” the beast rumbled. “My tribute has arrived! And not a moment too soon! Already, I feel the heat of lust rising again within me. So thus shall I lavish you with my blessing! Tell me, thrall: have you a preference for which end of you I am to use first?”
Lasicala’s jaw all but hit the floor. “What… what on Viridia’s green Earth are you TALKING about? I am your DOOM, beast! I’ve not come here to... consort with you!!” The mongoose waved a paw at the undeniably sexy beast, at times struggling for words.

The minotaur gave another seismic laugh! The ceiling rattled and loosed dust, but Lasicala couldn’t help but feel a sort of warmth to that nearly paternal thunder.
“So! King Abner still does not tell his tributes why they come to the Mezzanine Mountain. Why none ever choose to leave, nor why that little hamlet he calls a kingdom remains safe from my ilk?”

Lasicala gripped at his broadsword and looked for an opening. ‘Keep him talking,' he thought to himself, shuffling to a more advantageous position. The minotaur did little to contest the warrior's strategic shift.
“You were not sent here to slay me, little one. You were sent here to satisfy me. The lovely squires Abner commands here are the payment rendered for my services. It has long been -I- who keeps the monsters and the things lurking upon the threshold at bay!”

It… it made a bizarre kind of sense! Why none of the monsters seemed particularly combative. Why his outfit was as… revealing… as it was. And how such a monster could persist, despite years of skilled adventurers coming to quell him!
No! It had to be a lie! From his research, Lasicala knew Minotaurs were not unintelligent beasts! He was trying to trick him, trying to buy time to armor up or grab his weapon!

“I will end you! Here and now, you evil…”
“You have already lost.” the minotaur interrupts, cocking his head to the side and giving a snort. His movements seemed… strange. As if there was a haze to them. One of his hands moved casually to that enormous girth, leaving afterimages in its wake, and Lasicala couldn’t help but follow the motion.

The minotaur gave that thickening rod a gentle stroke. Up. Down. Fingers teasing his swollen medial ring… and Lasicala felt his own cock now pounding with need! What… what was going on!? His paws clapped to his head, trying to focus himself back on the danger at hand. It was some magic effect! He was familiar with those! It had to be… had to be that glowing, blue amulet! It was worn and fragile, barely protected upon the beast's handsome form! One strike of his sword and the enchantment would be broken!

Lasciala shakes his head, finding a moment of clarity and brandishing his sword once again. He seems oblivious to the black collar now fastened around his neck, and equally oblivious to the length of stout cord now tethering him to the beast’s dominant hand! Every motion the minotaur made seemed to skip a few frames of animation, and that pretty, glowing blue light…

“I… P-prepare yourself, vile monster! I am Lasicala, Heir to the name of the Rain! I am here, once and for… for all to uh… to… suh… stop-“
“Suck!” The minotaur’s voice was imperious. Shattering. Truthful. It dawned on the mongoose that he… WAS… here to suck him off. To nurse from that massive, girthy mino cawk, just as all the heroes before him had. So big… so… good!!

The broadsword fell from his hands as absolute clarity blanketed his mind.
Cock!
He…. he had to suck cock! Service it! His whole quest… his whole purpose… was to service that big, beastly member!

A knowing grin comes across the minotaur’s muzzle. He gives that length of cord a gentle tug, and his new thrall drops willingly… eagerly!… to his knees, letting the sturdy length of cord lead him home. [/spoiler]

Posted on 2022-12-06 01:47:46
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omg yesss, that story is amazing and the picture. Holy shit. So jealous of Lasicala. I wanna be a thrall to that