The Storyteller Shellback
"And then, the mesmerized dolphin chirped blankly, returning to his knees to slurp up his Master's pride, tongue licking up the mess the male in charge made. He would now forever serve this new Master. The end," a large horned figure with a gruff voice lying on a couch said with a little flourish as he finished.
"What? That's it? Bah. Pretty sudden ending there, bull..." an even larger horned figure in a larger couch replied, fingering his maleness lazily.
The storyteller, a bespectacled old minotaur, grimaced and huffed a bit. "Darn. Well, guess it's your turn..."
"It is indeed," replied a big old koopa with glasses of his own. With a grin and rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he continued, "And this time, I think I have something that'll do the job..."
(Notice: This story contains mind control, transformation, rimming, and footplay between two male anthro-types. Quit now if you don't like that sort of thing.)
"Haha! Well, if you think you can, go for it, turtle," the mino replied, fingering his balls lewdly as a trickle of fluid ran down his mostly hard bullshaft. They'd been lazing most of the evening together playing a dirty little game of their own devising: one person at a time would tell a short dirty story, seeing how much of a reaction they could cause. Of course, if someone were to lose it and blow their wad, they would have to face some rather...interesting consequences. Each 'player' had eight minutes maximum per story in theory, though that rule tended to be overlooked in many cases. In any case, it was the old koopa's turn to tell a tale.
The big turtle creature reached up and scratched his nose, looking off into space for a moment as he thought. "Hmm...ever heard how we're called big demon koopas, moo?"
"Not really. It wouldn't surprise me, though, what, with the horns n' fire n' all," the bull replied, pointing at said features.
"Well, used to be more common, I guess. There's a...hm...variant of my species that has bright red scales and sorta spaded tails I'll bet was the real origin of it...plus they love hot stuff like lava and the like. Of course, that earned them the name 'demon koopas'."
"This have a point, turtle?" the bullman asked, glaring a little as his length was softening from the exposition.
The koopa just grinned. "Of course," the shelled one replied as he lounged back, sticking his own erect length up in the air. "I just thought of what kind of fun a real demon koopa might have." He paused a moment. "Especially with an old moo."
The bull grinned back at that, getting a little stiffer at the suggestion. The koopa took that as a note of approval, and continued. "Well then, let's set this one late at night..maybe at a nice sized pub. There's a big ol' moo off in his own little world -- brown with a few white spots on the belly, nice set of horns, few drinks in him..."
The mino grinned at the horns remark. "He have a name?"
The koopa considered, rubbing his chin and looking up to the 'memosphere' for a few moments. "Mm, not yet," he finally replied, looking back down, with an evil sort of smirk. "Not that he'll be needing one, I think."
The bullman snorted, but grinned all the same, so the koopa went on. "So a poor, sad, miserable old moo off in his own world. No doubt with a raging hard on under his pants, too. I'd say he's just about ready to sell off his soul for some action, just as another large figure starts looming over him, faint smell of ash following the big man."
"'This must be the old folks home,' the big, red-scaled koopa muses, his faintly glowing yellow eyes looking over the old bull. His spaded tail flickers as he looks down upon the other. "Looking for some company then?" Before the mino could ask how he could tell, the big turtle cut him off. "I'll just take that as a yes." Turning a chair about, he sat his heavy form down, grinning, quite lewdly, at the lonely bull."
The storytelling koopa hmmed a moment. "The minotaur looked over the koopa and gave him a smirk and a snort. 'Do whatever yah want,' he finally replied, feeling irritated but also resigned. His nose picked up on the big shellback's odd smell, traces of ash and smoke filtering up into his nostrils. 'Yuh smell funny tho',' he commented, though for whatever reason, he found it wasn't offputting...and subtly, that nose started picking up on those smells more."
"'You don't mind it though, do you?' the ruby-red scaled turtle answered, keeping that grin, less asking for permission, and more making a statement. His tail swayed slightly as he leaned his head down a hand, propped on his elbow. 'It smells rather exotic, don't you think?'" The bullman began to pick up on other scents now, something wood-like, and a little musk. His horned head nodded slightly, finding it easy to agree with the stranger. The red-scaled one mmed to himself a moment, his faintly glowing yellow eyes watching the bull intently. 'Makes you just want to relax and let go of your cares for a while...'"
The reclining minotaur got a grin as he sensed a little of where the story was headed, finding himself teasing his length as the koopa continued. "'Nnn...yeah. 's why ah'm here, heh...' the bull replied, the combination of the scents, words, and the drink he'd already had making him slump ever so slightly. The demon mms, canting his head subtly to gaze into the bullman's eyes with his own smouldering orbs. 'Yer eyes are nice lookin'...' the minotaur blurted in a muted tone."
The koopa was about to continue, when the bull interrupted. "Heh. Always daydreaming about enslaving me. eh turtle?" he asked with a wry grin, and a rather stiff minotaur cock in his hand.
The koopa shot him a grin in return. "Mm, I might be. 'course, you'd like it too," he said, always a damned tease. He took in a long breath and went on. "The demon continued weaving his spell upon the bull, slowly peeling away his defenses as his peculiar scent continued to cloud the bovine's mind, and the addition of his gaze accelerated the process. 'I'm glad you like them. They're very nice to look at, don't you think old bull? Just relax and look into them deeper and deeper...' the koopa murmured as the moo was pulled into trance, starting to stare mindlessly into those orbs as his body visibly relaxed, eyes glazing over. 'Pretty...' the minotaur near-whispered, going further and further under. The demon turtle continued to strip away his prey's defenses, grinning as the bull did the same, the longhorned one's gruff demeanor evaporating. 'Good bull. So deep now. So ready to listen, aren't you?' The bull nodded slowly, his eyes blank, an almost imperceptible 'yes' flowing from his lips."
The spectacled 'taur on the couch grunted a moment as he squirmed. The old koopa grinned as he heard those noises -- with any luck, the bull'd lose it soon enough -- and the big turtle had plenty of material to go through yet. "Oh my, this seems to be working, I see...," the koopa teased with a toothy, wicked grin. He cleared his throat, and got back into the story. "The demonkoopa rumbled quietly as he worked, letting the hypnotic, swirling eyes take the bull further and further into his power. 'That's right handsome. Ready to listen, so relaxed. Every word I say is true. Isn't it, my bull pet?' The minotaur just nodded after a time, slowly and blankly, mind and body submitting to the red-scaled turtle beast's will. 'You want to be a good bull pet.' A nod. 'You want to obey your Master.' Another nod. 'You want to please your Master.' Another nod. 'You want to serve your Master.' Another nod. 'You are Master's property.' Still another nod as the words became reality in his addled mind, followed by a dull 'Yusss Masturr Kewpuh', sealing the bull slave's obedience."
The koopa grinned, having to tease even himself with that part...of course, the thought of the bull over on the couch being under his power was quite a turn on. Another groan from said bull made him get away from his daydreaming though. "Hmm...the demonkoopa grinned as the programming went through, pleased he had made another catch. He slowly stood up, towering over the mesmerized bull. 'On your knees before your Master, bull slave.' The mino slumped to his knees slowly, bowing before the demon who claimed his mind and body. 'My boots, slave. Kiss them.' The bullman leaned down, planting heavy, sloppy kisses across the top of both big boots, muttering 'yus Mastur Kewpuh' as he did so. The demon hissed in delight as the minotaur obeyed, and then he sat back down, ordering the bull to take off those boots. When that was done, he rubbed his fat koopa soles over the bovine's face and horns as he marked the slave with his footscent. 'Lick them, slave,' the big turtle commanded. 'Show Master you are worthy of him.'"
The minotaur grinned a little. "And everyone in the pub is watching by now, you know."
The koopa just chuckled. "Who's to say they all aren't under his power too?"
"Ah, point," the bull replied, imagining the bull in the story's predicament, even as a trickle of pre ran down his fat tip as the turtle watched.
"Hm..ah yes," the turtle noted with a thoughtful chin scratch. "Ahem. As everyone in the bar turned to watch their Master's newest acquisition," he pointedly added, "The red-scaled koopa demon took delight in nearly smothering the bull slave with his wide, thick soles, curling the clawed toes over his face, cheeks, and horns as the bull took long, slow licks with his wide tongue, cleaning the musky feet from heel to toe, the scents and tastes only reinforcing his total submission. The koopa made sure the bull suckled each and every toe to his satisfaction, and the addled bull only licked and sucked harder as his Master urged him on, desperately wanting to please his ruby-scaled god. The turtle soon relented after his soles were coated in the bull's saliva, using one to push the bovine onto his back. That done, he got up and pinned the bull with one of those feet, causing the minotaur to groan as he pressed just a fraction of his great weight upon him, enjoying his power once more. With a wicked grin, the demon then lowered himself, straddling over his bull slave. His spaded tail pulled away, he lowered his wide ass down to the bull's muzzle, thick with his rich scents."
The bull on the couch squirmed. "Damnit, you know I love ass," he near-whined, huffing and trying to keep himself from going overboard. The koopa chuckled and nodded knowingly. "Of course you do. That's why that big red rump went down on that poor bull slave as the koopa ordered him to worship it. The minotaur obediently went to work, eager to please...nibbling the fat, thick cheeks, slurping up the thick crack, then finally pushing his mouth muscle into the demon's tight hole as the thick scaly tail squirmed above, nudging the bull along. The demon hissed and grunted as the thick bulltongue massaged his pucker, while the bull groaned as he sucked up more of the koopa's mesmerizing scent. As the mino continued, the koopa began to work his shaft free from his vent, growling as it soon peeked free, releasing another rich cloud of odors to mix in with the rest he was giving off -- all of them making the bull slave needier and needier. As the slimy prick reached full size, the demon hissed once more, pulling away his rump and turning himself about. The bull laid there semi-dazed, needy and hungry for his Master, who sat, spread legged, leaning back on his shell and arms with his shaft up and waiting in the air. With a call, the koopa had the bull lying in front of him, nursing on that length hard and fast."
The old minotaur hmmed, thinking the koopa's story was coming close to a conclusion now. All he had to do was hold on a few more minutes, he figured. "The koopa growled as the bull worked him in his muzzle, gripping a horn with one hand as a flow of sickly sweet fluid came from his piss-slit...something the bull wasn't familiar with. 'Yes, that's it my pet...drink down my essence and become one of us,' he commanded the servile bovine. The bull licked and sucked every drop as he felt something faint within him...something changing about him. His fur began changing to hues of black and red as his normally brown eyes turned to a pale yellow, his tufted tail sprouting a spade. He felt something hot welling up inside of him as he continued to nurse the strange fluid from his master, and had to pull off from his shaft to cough up a spot of fire. 'There, there...' the demon assured him, unharmed by the brief gout of flame. '...that's a good demon bull slave.' The newly made infernal continued suckling his Master's cock, mind focused only on his new owner's pleasure. That fat koopa demon shaft continued to release the strange, transforming fluid, causing the minotaur to grow more and more corrupted even as a snarl began to build in the turtle beast, signalling his imminent release."
The glasses-wearing koopa hmmed for a moment, then went on, "Soon enough, the demon bull slave found his horns gripped as that snarl was released, pulled on like handlebars as his Master's cream was forced down his throat in a hot spray. Soon after, the turtle eased his hold on the bull, who licked up the remainder of his Master's mess, bound to his will and subject to his koopa god's whims forever. Most of all, he felt proud to be the property of this ruby-scaled beast."
His story done for the while, the koopa turned to look at the minotaur to see if indeed, his story was enough to push the old bull over his peak, only to find...
(to be continued?)