Perks of an Adventure, Part 1&2
Okay, I know you guys hear this all the time, but YAY, this is my the first story I've ever written. I felt I needed an outlet for my recent sexual aggressiveness, so my creativity vomited this story up.
Rate it and stuff, be gentle. ^.^
EDIT: Hi guys (and maybe girls), I decided that since the first part of this was so short, that I'd just plop the second part on it and call it part 2 and post it with the original above it. I got good comments on it, so it might be worth a read as well.
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___Part 1___
"An' whatcha gonna do, little doggie? Bark me to death?" The young minotaur warrior said with a grin, facing what appeared to be a male canine, standing a mere five and a half feet tall in front of him, who was dressed in a dark blue tunic and black silk pants. The minotaur warrior was not sure how the adventurer had gotten so far into the old ruins that served as his tribe's home. He was posted here, guarding their chief, his older brother.
As the adventurer stepped forward into the torch light, the Minotaur's eyes widened. The advenurer was a doberman, only his eyes were bright pink, his fur completely white... an albino!
"Something like that..." The dog's smooth voice responded as he raised a paw.
The minotaur gasped as blasts of psychic energy tore into his mind, dropping him to the floor in a split second. The doberman, called Bein the Mindbreaker by most, crouched down next to the unconscious minotaur and sighed, using his mithril dagger to finish the kill cleanly before looking up to the door that this one had been guarding.
A traveler by nature, he was used to coming across situations that needed his formidable power. In this case, a tribe of rather primitive mice had just been attacked by the minotaur clan. Only one had been spared... though left in a very sorry state.
The psionicist frowned and opened the door slowly, already hearing the tremendous snoring from the clan's chieftan inside. After closing and locking the door silently behind him, he approached the gigantic bed to see the monster sleeping naked upon it, and what a sight he was! The canine actually stopped and admired the large creature. At least nine feet tall, the monster was covered in thick and shaggy brown fur, well suited for this bitter winter season. It's legs were spread wide and one leg hung off the bed. The doberman's eyes were drawn to the monster's crotch, looking over that huge sheath, and the big, heavy balls... the dobie shook his head a bit, snapping his eyes away from the minotaur's naughty bits, squirming slightly as he realized that his own sheath had started to swell.
He then remembered the story that the one mouse native had told him, that the chief of the minotaur clan had snatched him up and taken him to a desolate location during the battle and, in the rodent's own words, 'dishonored' him. The canine smirked a little and almost wished it had been him and not the mouse, but only for a moment.
The psionicist cleared his throat at that thought, an idea coming to mind. At the sudden sound, the minotaur chieftan's snores were interrupted and it's eyes snapped open. The doberman stood back a few feet from the bed as the monster glared at him, slowly getting up.
"What you doing in here?! Who let you in?" It roared.
The canine smiled casually and jabbed a thumb in the door's direction, "Your dead bodyguard."
The minotaur huffed loudly through it's nose, clouding up the golden nose ring hanging there. It's body shook violently as it balled it's fists. As the doberman saw this, he tilted his head slightly and smiled, sending specific instructions to the stupid monster's mind. The smile turned to a grin as the minotaur fell to it's knees, it's eyes wide with confusion, arms hanging limp at it's side.
"Wha...." The canine knelt in front of the chieftain and put up a finger to the minotaur's lips as it tried to speak, using his psionic energies to shut it up and to weaken it even further.
"Now, now, no need for violence, I'm not going to kill you. That's right, I'm going to spare you. Just the way you spared that one mouse after letting your band kill the rest of them. Only I'm going to have my fun, as well..." As he said this, the doberman reached over and hoisted up the monster's testicles in one of his paws, scritching underneath them and rolling them about, feeling their weight with a lustful grin before continuing his gropings up to the monster's thick sheath.
The minotaur could do nothing more than stare with wide eyes, breathing heavily as he was violated, his arms flexing only slightly, wanting so badly to swat this little dog across the room. Despite the news that his entire clan was destroyed by this little dog, despite the incredible anger coursing through it's mind, it felt it's member rousing inside of it's sheath, causing it to swell. To it's credit, it actually managed to raise one arm, shakily trying to swipe at the doberman.
Bein noticed the movement and laughed, leaning over slightly, biting down hard on the monster's furry hand, glancing out of the corner of his eye as the minotaur growled in pain, then shoved it away and stood up, looking down at the pitiful sight, smirking as he watched the monster's cock starting to push out of the sheath.
"Mmm... I'm going to enjoy this." He said, pulling his tunic off of his torso and untying his silk pants, letting them slip away from his white furred naked body, revealing his fully erect 7" long pink shaft, his knot already starting to show slightly. He walked around behind the beast and kicked it in the back, forcing it to fall to it's face, it's ass still up in the air, perfectly presented to the dobie.
The minotaur growled, it's body shaking with rage, and even more so as it felt the sudden intrusion, it's eyes opening wide, huffing through it's nose loudly.
Bein shoved his cock fully into the minotaur's ass, making sure to do it as roughly as he could, growling primally as he hilted inside of the monster. He reached to the minotaur's sides and snatched a pawfull of that long fur and used it for leverage as he started thrusting hard into it. He wasted no time in picking up speed, his balls slapping against the dominated monster's ass as his knot swelled to it's full size. And still, Bein's thrusts did not slow as he shoved his knot in and out of the beast's rump, spewing hot, thick seed from his cock. He panted heavily as his orgasm subsided, letting out a huge sigh as he went still.
The minotaur only then, as it growled in anger as the doberman fully dominated him, realized that it could move, if only slightly. It did try to, reaching back quickly and grabbing the canine's wrist. And then everything went dark...
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The chieftain opened his eyes again, groaning as he slowly got up to his hands and knees, glancing up to see the doberman, fully clothed again, leaning on the doorframe. He started to charge at him when the canine cleared his throat,
"Uh uh... I wouldn't do that if I were you." The monster stopped, actually shaking in fear as well as in anger, scared of this frighteningly powerful 'dog.'
"I'm gonna let you live, because I like you. You didn't kill the mouse, so I won't kill you. You're too much fun to play with..." The psionicist threw an untied bag at the minotaur. It hit the floor and it's bulging contents spilled forth. The monster's eyes grew wide. It had never even SEEN gold in it's entire life, and it was all over the floor, RIGHT THERE! It looked doubtfully up at the doberman.
"Behave," Bein said, "Don't go off killing anything smarter than you, and I'll come back to have my play time with you whenever I feel like it... and you'll be rewarded. This whole cave is yours now, be thankful to me for that... and that I let you live."
With that, the doberman stuck his paws into his silk pockets and walked off, a smug grin on his face. What a great quest.
_____Part 2____
The albino dog had barely made it out of the cave room when he heard heavy - but not rushed - footsteps behind him. Without looking, paws still in his pockets, he expanded his mind to percieve his immediate surroundings, taking in all intelligent and not-so-intelligent signals and understanding them almost immediately. The only mind of import was that of the minotaur, so it took less than a second for him to zero in on the beast's mind, and to decipher his thoughts. What he felt immediately was a bit of his own preemptive handiwork that he had constructed while the creature was unconscious earlier. Past that, he felt confusion, fear and... loneliness.
Seriously? He wants to follow me? The slim doberman sighed, rolling his eyes a bit. He decided to continue walking, stepping on the chest of one of the minotaurs that he had killed earlier to get past the body. He both felt and heard the monster behind him stop, attention focused on the body he had just walked over. As Bein finally turned and looked at the minotaur, he felt no remorse, but rather relief from the creature. He gazed down at the dead monster, then up to the still-live chieftain of the clan he had just destroyed.
"You don't like him, do you... or any of the others?" Bein asked, curious to discover the reason behind the Minotaur's emotions.
The minotaur glanced up and replied, "No... not even brother. Brother wanted me dead so he could be chief, but I am bigger. They all hated me... it's just how we live. All hate chief because they want to be chief. I... not know what to do now."
The dog's eyes narrowed as he considered these words. He could delve into the creature's mind by force to get his answers, but doing so often left him feeling disgusted from the thoughts and emotions of another, alien and strange.
"Tell me... why did you spare that mouse, out of all of his folk? He said you 'violated' him, but on the same paw.. you didn't kill him. Why?" The dog's piercing, pink eyes stared into the Minotaur's as he waited for the answer.
The creature felt a tremor run through his body as he looked back into the dog's eyes, looking down immediately, "I don't... I don't like to kill. Others kill, and hunt for me..." as the minotaur paused, he felt a prodding, almost like fire in his mind, herding memories to the surface, and he quickly finished, "I was raised by mother... not father, like my brother was. Most of my kind are raised by father, not by kind, nice mother. I was second born, raised by mother with her herd. When it was mating season one year, with me almost all grown up, father found out.. mother stabbed.. killed him so he would not kill me.... please... please stop!" The creature was trying to stop talking, and was wincing as his head began to throb painfully.
Bein huffed out his nose a bit as he released his lock on the creature, a mind trick to prod one to telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but this truth so help their health. Resisting it was very painful. He always had considered monsters like this to be lower beings, like cows that just stood up and decided to start knocking things on the head for the fun of it. He was learning differently, simply because he spared this one monster... at least this one in particular was different.
"Sorry..." by the abyss, did he just apologise to it? He continued, "I am merely... curious about you. You're not quite like the others, I can see that now. Maybe it was for the best that I culled the more violent of your kind.. though there are plenty of other clans in the realm. These bastards deserved it, I'm sure..." he said, watching the minotaur for any reactions.
The large animal snorted through his nose and shook his head, "They deserve it... they killers... what you do now, doggy?" the creature asked, eyes avoiding those of the doberman.
"I return to the mouse chief... and don't call me doggy. My name is Bein. What... what is your name? Does your kind give names or choose them?" Bein asked as he turned and began to walk again, the minotaur walking behind him, almost like a lost, giant puppy.
"I am chief-... er... I Rockfist... clan name me that when I fought brother over being chief. Punched rock wall down." the creature replied.
Jeeze, if it wasn't for his size, this softie wouldn't have lasted a DAY among the males of his kind, Bein thought with a chuckle. He cleared his throat as the couple finally reached the entrance to the big cave. It was covered by a bunch of leather hides crudely sewed together. He decided that this curiosity could be a new pursuit, a treasure chest of unique discovery. Why not?
"Rocky it is. So, Rocky... you have nothing left here. Everything of value in your cave is going with me... and even that wasn't very impressive. You have the world to yourself now... would you like to come with me to see it?" the dog thrust his paw towards the huge minotaur, a gesture of friendship.. if a very experimental one.
After a moment's hesitation and thought, Rocky nodded and took the dog's paw in his large hand. He thought for a moment that he could easily crush the dog's hand, but it what was the purpose? The dog was right... he had nothing to lose anymore. No more fights over leadership, no more excuses to his clansmen as to why he wouldn't take a life. Normally, he would take this opportunity to knock this little runt out, but the fur in front of him scared him... more than even the look on his father's face when he first saw him! He had no defense...
"Yes.. Bein. Th-... thank you, yes, I will follow you. I will be glad to leave here." he said as he released the dog's paw peacefully, taking just a momentary glance back into the torch-lit cave. The doberman smiled a bit and led the way out.
As the dog and minotaur exited the dark cave, they both squinted their eyes at the morning light. Bein had taken longer in this task than he had originally thought. As they both stopped for a moment, a long, horse-sized creature crawled up beside Bein. It was a riding lizard, about 12 feet long, and it's back was waist-high. It had a worn, leather saddle with a few packs hanging off of each side, as well as a few weapons strapped up against it; some swords and a large battle-axe. Rocky gasped and jumped away from the giant, dark green lizard, startled by it's sudden, and silent appearance.
The doberman explained to his new companion that the lizard was his, and that it was named, "Ghyre", pronouncing it like 'gear.' And that he had raised it from just an egg when he lived with his former snake masters back when he was little more than a pup. The minotaur questioned the part about snakes being his masters, curiously looking from the canine to the riding lizard.
"I'm not surprised that you don't know about the snakes. They're not like regular snakes that you see, and kill so that you won't be bitten. These snakes are large.. they are about half again as long as you are tall. They're slender, and not very strong at all... but they are intelligent... and so clever." he continued his story to tell his companion about his former days as he mounted up and they began to travel.
The Snakes considered themselves to be superior beings, and had lived convenient and easy lives by enslaving canines. It had always been this way, or so the stories told. The hypnotic stare that feral snakes had was just the beginning in this case. They could manipulate the very minds of others, and they had enslaved dogs by these means. Canines were obedient and loyal to begin with, but with mental manipulation, they became the perfect slaves, and they would do anything for their masters. Bein's entire heritage consisted of purebred dobermans; fast and powerful. Ears were cropped to stand up menacingly, tails chopped off to nubs, they were perfect for the Snakes' purposes.
Bein was born the runt of the litter, and albino, much to the Snakes' surprise. Most runts were eaten on the spot, for weak servants were pathetic in a Snake's eyes, deserving of death. The fact that this one was born albino, with pink eyes intrigued every Snake that saw him, despite his size. The few albino Snakes that were born through history had been of great importance, and they were all revered as being holy, for their Serpent Deity was a silvery snake. Bein was spared for this fact alone, and was treated almost as an equal by the snakes that raised him.
Bein was taught sorcery from a very young age, and he mastered the basics very well, and quickly. It was during his lessons that his master had struck him with psionics for disobeying her. Bein struck back, and the surprised Snake sorceress was rendered unconscious. As such a thing had never happened, Bein was once again spared, and treated with a bit more respect. He was given an egg, a riding lizard to raise all on his own. Most Snakes had mental domination over their riding lizards, and he was encouraged to do the same, but he refused and raised a fiercely loyal mount, and gave it a name.
When he was but a teenager, Bein was ordered by his sorceress master to lead a hunting party of dogs to gather food. As a precaution, two Snakes accompanied him on the trip, both on riding lizards, him on his own. The albino dog had always known his place, known that his so called freedom was a facade. He was merely an experimental curiosity, something to be observed. He also knew about his fellow dogs, that they were just slaves to the Snakes' minds, and not a single day went by that he didn't think of setting them free.
When the slave dogs caught the scent of prey, and the hunt was about to begin, Bein made his move. He had only basic training with a bow and arrow, but he didn't need much, for the Snake he shot in the head was not expecting it. The remaining slave driver did not waste it's time, and attacked Bein with it's only reliable weapon; it's mind. Of course the albino boy was anything but defenseless, and struck back with a ferocity of mind that the shocked Snake had never before imagined, and was rendered unconscious right on the spot, and it fell off of it's riding lizard to the ground. The riding lizards belonging to the slave masters panicked, their minds suddenly no longer under any control, and they ran off into the woods. The slave dogs were likewise confused, the hunt completely forgotten as their masters were no longer commanding them to go after their prey.
"Come with me, brothers and sisters! We must be gone from here! We are free, now!" the desperate doberman pleaded. The slave dogs simply stood, spears in paw, staring at the corpses of their fallen masters. They had no mind to call their own, their freedom of thought stolen from birth by the cruel Snakes. Bein took to desperate measures and grabbed one of the slave dogs, knowing he didn't have much time, pulling the naked female onto his riding lizard with him, and took off with her.
He found an abandoned hut next to a trail that he discovered, and hid the female there. He returned to the hunting site and retrieved another, a male this time, and likewise hid him. When he returned once more for another slave dog, he found the site completely devoid of everything but Snake blood on the forest floor, and he knew he had to make due with what he had. Over the next two days, Bein discovered that he was completely unable to breach the psionic barriers set up in the two slave dog's minds, and he could not even force them to eat or drink. He was helpless to help them, and on the third day, as he came back from the hunt, he discovered that they both were dead, fang puncture wounds on their necks. As he knew that the Snake(s) responsible for this would be back soon, Bein took to his riding lizard and fled again.
"I've been traveling ever since. I find that I can put my unique abilities to work in many constructive, good ways. I've earned a bit of fame over these few years, and I don't think the world has seen many nineteen year olds with a title such as mine; Bein the Mindbreaker," he chuckled a bit as they came within sight of a clearing. "I hope most of that made sense to you. I don't have much of a reason to hide my past... and I don't get many opportunities to talk about it. Thank you for listening.
"You's welcome, Bein. Sorry about your doggies..." the minotaur said.
"Thanks, Rocky... and I'm sorry that I um... y'know. That I did that to you without your permission. I was.. pent up," he lamely returned. He had indeed raped the minotaur back in the cave, though there could have been -much- more resistance on Rockfist's account, and the giant had been aroused by the dog's gropings.
"Er... it is okay..." Rockfist was blushing, though his thick brown fur easily covered it up. He observed his surroundings and realized where they were. "This is... this is mouse village. Why we come here?"
The albino doberman slid off of his riding lizard and patted it's neck, sending it a silent message, Remain here until I return, Ghyre. Stay safe.
"Because I was promised a reward for avenging the deaths of the mouse leader's people. He was the reason for my appearance to your clan's cave," Bein said. "We're going to collect on that. I... some thing's wrong."
As they entered the primitive village, they saw creatures with gray-green skin, curled over, walking on two legs with long arms and with ugly, scrunched up faces.
"Goblins! Rocky, I know your people don't like goblins. Bash some heads for me while I search for the village leader!" he ordered to the minotaur.
"Okay, but I not kill them!" the big minotaur returned and ran off, cutting off the approaching goblin attackers with a roar and a two mighty fists.
Oh, whatever! Bein thought as he ran towards the main hut, going behind most of the buildings to avoid confrontation, which was manageable all the way to the main hut of the mouse leader. Its walls made from overlapping bark strung together by strong reeds on wooden poles, the roof covered with palms to discourage rain from leaking in. Bein entered the building and closed the leather flap behind him, facing the ugliest goblin he had ever seen. It's skin was dark blue, almost black. It had feathers and beads adorning it's neck and arms and legs, and it wore a leather loincloth with shamanistic designs on it. In a corner lay the mouse leader's body, charred to a crisp.
"Hey, ugly!" the dog shouted. The goblin turned about with a snarl and held up a femur bone, feathers and bone beads tied to it, with symbols carved into it. It started to chant, but Bein was already working his own magic. He knew it would not take much, so he used one of his most basic spells, reciting the words in his mind, finishing the silent incantation long before the goblin finished it's own.
With a bright flash, a bolt of lightning struck from the albino's paw to the goblin shaman's chest, blasting it back against one of the wooden supports to the hut. It's dead corpse fell, smoking, to the floor. Bein heard Rocky calling his name, and looked over his shoulder to see the minotaur peaking his head into the hut.
"The leader is dead. Wait for me outside, I won't be long," the canine said.
Rocky did as he was told, standing guard for the few minutes that it took his companion to gather what he wanted. Bein exited the hut and handed a large pack with what looked to be a few rolled up bed mats in it to the minotaur.
"Let's get out of here and find a place to camp... there's nothing more we can do here. These were some unlucky mice," Bein commented, a bit of an exasperated look on his face.
"Bein... may I do something before we leave?" the minotaur asked hesitantly. The canine listened to his companion and sighed, agreeing to his idea.
It was dusk, and the albino doberman struck flint against a steel knife blade, sending sparks into the hay that was part of the funeral pyre, bodies of over two dozen mice piled on top. As the whole thing set up in flames, he heard a noise behind him and looked to see that the minotaur was tearing down the primitive huts. He stood back away from the burning stench as each hut was torn down by his huge companion, and the pieces were thrown into the blaze in the middle of the village clearing. With the goblins' leader dead, the rest of the pathetic band had scrambled, those that escaped, at least. Bein had to admit that this was an impressive funeral. The death of a whole village in just two days. He was not much for sympathy, but he appreciated the irony that it was the former chieftain of the people who originally attacked these mice that was doing them this great favor. Bein couldn't help but smile. These villagers may be dead, but a friendship between him and this strange creature, Rockfist, was being born.
__To be continued__
I'm sorry that there wasn't any sex, but it really didn't seem appropriate while developing these characters' personalities. I'm working on a third part to this and it'll be a little less depressing, I promise. ^.^
-Eddy