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Hypnorgasm
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Posted on 2020-07-13 09:22:08
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Story included with this picture at the FurAffinity source link, written by user dolphinsanity:
The wizzrobe auctioneer called out loudly over the crowd: “Sale! Sale! Exotic mount and manservant for sale!”

The lynel didn’t know what they were saying. Thinking was… hard. The last thing he fully remembered was chasing a green-robed figure in a steepled straw hat -- quite similar-looking to the auctioneer, now that he thought about it.

That chase had happened in the first place because the robed figure struck him on the rump with a bolt of electrocuting energy. He had given chase, and then… and then?

Fragmentary memories. More robed men in hats. An assault by numerous, insidiously chanted magic spells. Then, somehow he had ended up here… in this bleak realm, at the base of a strange golden pyramid, with its sky that looked like a hate-child of darkness and volcanic fire. His captors had chucklingly told him this was “Hyrule, or at least one of them,” but the lynel couldn’t comprehend what it really meant. He thought he must’ve simply been taken to some extra-bad place near the ruined castle of his own world.

With his thoughts disjointed and blurry, the lynel fidgeted within the tiny confines of his market stall, which really was no more than a pair of wooden posts to which he had been roped -- both wrists together, left hind hoof up so that there was no chance for him to build enough leverage to break free. The wizzrobe motioned for him to place his front hooves back up on the stone that protruded from the ground near the front post. He didn’t like being on the stone… it elevated his front and left his underside more… exposed.

Nonetheless, the slender finger kept pointing to the stone, and the strange inner compulsion to obey soon won the lynel over. He must get up on the stone. He must show off his underside. He must not shy away from being inspected. Even so, his heart pounded with anticipation as the small crowd of monstrous men continued to look upon him.

“A lynel from a far-off dimension, recently fallen to Our Master’s influence!”

The wizzrobe had said this to a hulking beast of a man who was approaching to examine the lynel. The newcomer had brown fur and a horned, bull-like head; he appeared to be wearing nothing except a revealing set of half-plate armor and a matching visorless helm.

“Heh, not bad,” said the red taurus, whose voice was smooth and deep. “How much you asking for ‘im?”

The wizzrobe made a silent series of finger gestures which apparently conveyed a numerical value. The taurus laughed once and then looked to see if the wizzrobe was serious.

“This is an exotic companion, soldier. If it’s too rich for your pay grade, then move along.”

“Heheh, you’re not going to fool me with that price. I expect a full inspection first.”

“Go right ahead. That’s why we have him so conveniently on display. Part of his value is in his dual purpose, you see…”

“Hahah…” The bull-man peered closer under the lynel’s abdomen. “Funny, I only see one purpose for someone like this. I’ll show you.”

The lynel’s unbound hind leg staggered backward in surprise as the customer’s hand reached right out to touch him… down there.

It was so surprising that it made the lynel’s heart flutter, but the way the red taurus’s hand began manipulating and caressing his genitals was… skillful, and alluring. At the same time he could feel the fogginess of his thoughts deepening… the wizzrobe was lifting a hand toward his eyes again. He shouldn’t look at it, but he couldn’t not look at it. He had to watch Master’s every move when the hand was raised, and…

“Mrauurr…” the lynel groaned as the hand began stroking steadily along him.

It was so wrong, so exposed like this, but he couldn’t stop looking at the wizzrobe’s hand, and his loins and shaft felt so warm. His tail naturally began to rise and swish.

A pair of orange-brown moblins crowded in alongside the bull: “Hey, don’t you go damaging the goods, you dumb taurus!”

The taurus let the mostly erect cock flop freely for a moment as he turned aside to complain: “Eh? Who’s calling who dumb, ya stupid pigs!” He shoved back against the one who had spoken.

“You’re dumber than us when you see a big horsecock!” taunted the other moblin.

“Soldiers!” said the wizzrobe, with an icy tone of command. “Be civil. There will be more of these lynels in the future, but for now it is a rarity until we can capture more. In the meantime, we will sell to the first who will pay the asked price.”

“I could give a Hylian’s ass about buying him,” said the first moblin, “but I’m not gonna watch a stinky cow fondle him without getting me some too!”

The wizzrobe glanced sidelong at the taurus and shrugged. The taurus snorted.

“Fine then, why don’t you two help inspect him. Tell me if you find any defects. You moblins can at least do that, can’t you?”

Both snorted eagerly and said, “Yup!” in unison.

So they went around the lynel, reaching up to touch his every place and part. The moblins were cruder about it, grunting with delight as they felt their way up his thighs, across his muscular rump, and into the rim of his tailhole. A rush of skittishness ran through the once-proud beastman, his pucker clenching shut at their touch.

Meanwhile the red taurus found himself taking on the more gentlemanly role -- as best as he could given his own tendencies toward violence, gloating, and cruelty. In any case, he wouldn’t let himself be shown up by these pigs who, to his mind, were the lowest of the low. The taurus gave the lynel several reassuring pats along the flank, and a smooth rubbing up his powerful lower body’s abs and chest. Even as the taurus made his way forward, one hand would periodically reach back over to massage the swelling length of the lynel’s cock, often coaxing at the head in particular. The taurus loved to see a good flare on a man he chose… and this lynel looked to have quite an impressive one.

“Very healthy specimen, I must admit,” the taurus confessed as he maneuvered fully to the lynel’s front and reached high, tweaking at the humanoid torso’s perky nipples and feeling of that set of abs and pecs. “Perhaps your asking price is not so unreasonable…”

The bull-man’s large hand pressed flat against the bound beastman’s sternum. He could feel the heart fluttering, the shyness and anxiety palpable. Even those glowing red eyes were nervous… but a glance underneath revealed that the cock had swollen fully, flexing and bobbing as the arousal continued to grow. The wizzrobe’s charm was strong, already at full hold.

Tempting, very tempting…

Then the lynel gasped, partially snapping from the spell as something intruded further into his ass. From the sound of it, it was a lewdly invasive, slurping moblin tongue. The bound hind hoof tried to kick backward in instinct, but could not -- so then his other one tried, but only had the effect of spoiling his balance and sending his hindquarters down in an abrupt collapse. His cock slapped the tainted Dark World soil below him and his heavy balls flopped slack against it. The moblin went down headfirst, grunting and squirming while his buddy pulled him back out from under the hoofed beastman’s rear.

The wizzrobe was intolerant of the moblin’s excesses and made an arcane gesture, sending a wave of energy in a line to pass through the moblin who had shoved his tongue in there. In a poof of smoke, the moblin turned into a wiggling, two-footed, pickle-shaped thing that was only a few feet high. It began running around in a circle while his friend looked on in alarm.

“H-hey! He didn’t mean nuthin’ by it, oink!”

The wizzrobe’s hand was already up by the lynel’s head, to get the hypnotic spell back into full force. Without distracting much from his focus, he narrowed his glowing eyes and said, “The transformation will fade in three hours. Have him out of my sight by then, or I will kill him myself.”

“Y-yes sir!” The moblin took his friend and ran off through the crowd.

The taurus laughed and stroked at the lynel’s abs to help settle him down… and then worked lower, under the bestial front quarters, along the strength of the front legs… and back toward those desired parts which were elevating again as the lynel found enough balance to stand up.

“Fine. I’ll pay your price,” said the taurus. “On the condition that you let me use him here in front of everyone.”

The wizzrobe shrugged. “What you do with him after you buy him is up to you. Indecency is more than encouraged.”

The taurus laughed. “Very well…”

A sack of coins later, the lynel was being fitted with a long-term control collar and a resonantly matched ruby pendant which the taurus could wear or hold to identify himself as the master of the spell, and of the huge beastman by extension.

“Look here, everyone. I’ll show you how tough the red tauruses are!”

The taurus then freed his waist and rear of his platemail, casting that part of the armor onto the ground. Then he took hold of his confused purchase’s front legs, bent forward, and stuck his horned head forward between them. From there, the taurus only had to lift his tail and loincloth aside, and brush his rear backward against the swollen shaft a few times, before uttering a simple command.

“Breed.”

The pendant glowed, and a purple haze shifted in the air in front of the lynel’s eyes. Instincts fired wildly, overcoming the fear and anxiety and replacing them with the raw need for penetration. His thick, black shaft bucked violently into the taurus’s tailhole, prompting a grunt of satisfied pleasure-pain as it spread him open hard.

“Ahhh yeah, this one knows… this one knows how to breed.”

The lynel bucked, but could only do so much with his back hoof still bound. How much he was already doing was quite impressive with that considered, but the taurus would have nothing less than his servant’s full potential.

“Cut the ropes,” he instructed to the seller.

The wizzrobe complied, slashing both the front and back bonds with narrow waves of bladed wind. Suddenly the lynel was “free,” but all his mind told him to do was to pound harder into the one who held that pendant. This moaning bull was his… master, now.

“Mhuuooh… yes, give it to me HARDER!”

The exclaimed word was well-comprehended. Master wanted it… harder. Stronger. The lynel took hold of the bull-man’s horns with his recently freed hands, steadying himself on the bull just as the bull was steadying himself on the lynel. Their interlocking grips would give their mating a certain and strong footing.

One might have expected the taurus to react poorly to having his horns grabbed, but if anything, the large hands taking hold of them and limiting the motion of his head was turning him on harder. The taurus was flexing, the veins in his arms bulging as he held tightly between the lynel’s front legs and rocked himself back against the thrusts. The mooings and gruntings of lust went louder and louder as that huge cock plumbed deeper into him, going beyond the medial ring.

“More… you have to give it all… slap those balls against my ass, slave!”

The lynel panted and roared, eyes flashing brighter red behind the haze. The lynel felt… proud, potent, virile… everything that a male of his species was supposed to be at a time like this. Penetrating deep, preparing to put his seed far into the one who needed it… the heat and prickly pleasure building up inside, making his balls tighten in their sack…

A prolonged growling noise let the taurus know his new hire was close. Good thing, too, since his own humanoid prick had swollen up all the way and was about ready to spurt onto the ground. Pent up for weeks in that armor, always on patrol… and now he was gonna let it all fly in front of the crowd of his fellow dark knights and servants. Expensive, but so worth it…

“Mhuuorr… muuuoooh… yeeaaaaaahh!!”

The lynel’s cock was flaring, so huge and pressuring that it felt like the cockhead had grown a fist within him. Then there was the ejaculation: a prolonged and voluminous outpouring that rolled through the taurus in wave after succulent wave.

The taurus lifted his neck in pleasure, rode backward to bottom that thick cock out in him as much as possible… and then erupted his own load onto the soil. The crowd was chuckling and whistling its approval now, even though it had been mostly been staring in envious silence until now.

“As you can see,” said the wizzrobe, “these new members of our society will be quite desirable for many reasons. Owning a lynel slave means having servant and mount in one, and with our collars they will not object to being your companion, no matter how selfish and banal you might be. Power brings about control, after all~”

Moaning, the well-filled taurus pulled himself forward off the lynel’s cock, an excess of seed drooling from his rear as he rose to stand upright. The equine shaft had slackened to an upside-down L shape, and the taurus’s own was still dribbling the dregs of his climax.

“Time to ride you away to my patrol route… though we might have to stop by one of the rivers first.”

The lynel looked down adoringly. Mate… master… simple and instinctive thoughts made him happy. He must listen. He must obey. There had been confusion and fear at first, but now he knew that obeying meant breeding and good things…

“Let’s go… out of our way!”

After scooping up his waistguard but not putting it on, the taurus hopped bareback onto the lynel and commanded him forward past the crowd. The wizzrobe watched them go, and began shooing the clamoring crowd away.

“We’ll have more of them quite soon, so be patient. I’m sure some of you can amuse yourselves or one another for the time being.”

Then the wizzrobe flickered a few times and teleported silently away, leaving the crowd to wonder when the next lynel “shipment” would come in.
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