Code of Dishonor: Behind Enemy Lines by Leo_Todrius

Dew drops clung to the blades of grass, resistant to let go... but not because the morning was still young. Nothing in Dunbrune was as it had been. The dew drops were sticky, the grass was turning red. The entire kingdom was changing, resembling the tainted forest that had spread outward from where the beast lord had awoken from his long slumber. A warm wind ruffled through the grasses and drifted across the muddy road, seeming out of place with the large puddles that had gathered in the ruts.

The sound of boots coming down in the mud echoed along the road, interspersed with pants. The imperial guard were fractured, run ragged, worn down. Their king had fallen, their kingdom had fallen. A magical barrier had spread around the entire country and they were all suddenly behind enemy lines. Everything they knew was changing and turning against them... even the man that had trained them all.

The thick, sticky water splashed out of the puddles as the guards ran for their lives. There were four in all, the eldest being twenty eight years old. Ivan had a bit more of a tan than most of the Dunbrune citizens, cinnamon tones mixed in his flesh, complimenting his black hair .He had trained at Leoric's right hand, studying strategy and technique and magic. Now all that training only served to hurt them. He knew every move they were going to make before they made it... at least with Ivan in charge. It had come down to a drastic choice... appointing Ilium the leader.

Ilium had been sixteen when he joined the guard. Two years later, he still was the youngest left. His red hair had been shorn short, his freckles crossing the bridge of his nose. He would have felt anxious in general, but now he was making the decisions for their survival. He felt like he was making one mistake after another, but Ivan reassured him that was good. Leoric was anticipating their adherence to their training and Ilium hadn't gotten that training.

The air shuddered with deep rumbling thunder, heavy reddish gray rain clouds building on the horizon. There was little other warning before warm, salty rain began falling from the heavens, pattering down across the forest and the road. The path got slipperier and Aimes collapsed, skidding along, covered in mud as brown as his hair. Jennan stopped and turned around to help his comrade.

"Keep going!" Ivan shouted. His three subordinates froze in shock. It was an order they never would have expected, but if they had obeyed... they would have survived. The ground shuddered as large foot paws landed, claws digging into the dirt. Muscles flared, wet blond and red fur ruffling. Leos lifted his head, a fang filled grin opening wide. A rough feline tongue slurped across his lips.

"Ivan, I had hoped that you'd be more receptive to my offer..." Leos said gently, rubbing at his chest with his paw, "We can pick up right where we left off." he smiled.

"You... You can't even see what you've become. You aren't my instructor anymore, he died... You are a demon in the shell of a man." Ivan replied.

"Well, that may be so..." Leos said. He opened his hand, a ball of flame appearing there. He swept his arm around and a wall of fire leapt up, cordoning off the area. The younger guards shivered an murmured, realizing they were trapped.

"What is this? Join you or die?" Ivan snorted. Leos shook his head.

"This is not a democracy. I am issuing an order. You have no alternative. Join us... and enjoy it." Leos said. Ivan scoffed again and moved his hands, jutting one out. The air crackled as lightning built from his fingertips and shot out. Leos batted the energy out of the way casually, moving over to Ilium. He crouched down before the youngest, lifting a claw. Ilium remained where he was as the claw came to his chin, tilting his head up.

"I'm not afraid of you." Ilium whispered.

"Good, you shouldn't be." Leos replied, leaning down. The other guards watched in horror as the lion beast man kissed their youngest member. It seemed so wrong, so unnatural for an instructor to kiss hi student. Ilium's eyes squeezed shut, trying to resist the kiss, but it was so sinfully overwhelming. The saliva was hot and thick and slimy, the muscled tongue strong like a snake. Ilium's mouth was pried open and his mouth bulged out with the kiss. Soon he was swallowing the thick saliva, gulp by gulp... and so it had begun.

Ilium's fingers clenched and unclenched, his nails turning from white to gray and then black, pushing out slowly, honing into a point. His ears started to stretch next, working into points bit by bit. He looked oddly elfin in a way.

While Ivan and Aimes were disgusted, Jennan was oddly turned on. He licked his own lips a bit in envy, his nipples firming.

Leos' nostrils flared. He could sense the lust. He lifted a hand toward Jennan and cast a spell. Jennan shuddered as his pleasure was magnified a thousand fold. He fell to his knees, groaning sharply, panting and sweating. He reached down and started to fumble with his pants.

"Jennan, no!" Aimes exclaimed, moving over to stop his team mate. Jennan elbowed and hit Aimes, knocking him back before he wrestled his own pants open, drawing out his own cock. It was swollen and red, the veins pulsing. Jennan seemed like a lusty dog in heat as he fondled with his swollen shaft, starting to jerk at it, drooling as he watched.

Ilium continued to shift and change against his will. His cheeks reddened before new fuzz pushed out, stubble turning into a fine beard. His short buzzed hair grew out, growing shaggy and his beard got longer as well. While it seemed far more mature than his age, it suited him. His freckles complimented his new facial hair, but that was only the start. Ilium's shirt grew tight, his muscles expanding. His spine stretched, his ribs expanded and he moaned softly, the moan escaping his lips.

Leos kissed Ilium deeper, reaching a paw up to stroke his cheek. Ilium's jaw popped and shifted, his mouth pushing forward. His nose crackled and tilted, lifting upwards. His nostrils were exposed but they looked far different. His nose was more triangular, pink and soft. The cheek flesh around the freckles parted as thick, wiry whiskers began emerging. Leos growled in delight, breaking the kiss, a long sticky string of saliva connecting their lips.

For a moment Ilium didn't know what to do, split between two worlds. He felt different, amazing... but he knew his duty. he reached to his belt and withdrew his knife, bringing it up. He lunged for Leos to stab him, to wound him, to kill him, but he faltered. The knife wobbled and fell to the ground before he leapt into Leos' arms, kissing him desperately.

The collapse of his will let the magic flow into him much faster. His short red beard spilled outward inch by inch. His shirt began to tear, his pants tightened and his belt warped. Blond fur bean developing around the upper portion of his face, crossing his nose and surrounding his eyes. The same blond fur spread down his throat and neck, spanning his shoulders and arms, sweeping down his back. As the uniform tore and gave way, it revealed more and more of a leonine body. Leos reached down, using his paw to slice into Ilium's pants. A swollen, pink cock flopped out, throbbing in time with the young man's heart. His pink cock shifted every so slowly, tiny rubbery spines lifting up and flaring out.

A moan near by revealed that Ilium's change was not the only one. Jennan was panting and grunting, jerking off like an animal... and it was an animal he was becoming. His fingertips were swollen into paw pads, clawed fingers wrapped around a red cock. His shaft had grow out longer, pushing to ten inches long... but it was changing as well, tapered to a point and puffy at the base. Jennan was still drooling, but the drool was smeared across a lengthened jaw covered in brown stubble. The stubble wasn't like Ilium's new beard. It was clearly fur, and it was clearly spreading.

The fur covered Jennan's cheeks and chin, reaching up into his hairline. His jaw and nose pushed forward, forming a muzzle, the fur sweeping over his nose and around his eyes until it looked quite canine. Even his ears were lifting into points, migrating to the top of his head before flopping forward a bit. The fur swept down his chest and back, covering his body bit by bit.

Leos reveled in the changes, chuffing and purring in bliss. Two down, only two to go... Bu Ivan had been busy. he'd given up on a direct attack, he'd given up trying to escape. Leos felt the ground beneath him give way into a hole, but he changed his stance and lunged to the side, escaping the trap. Ivan cursed at that, but to his surprise Leos had ducked out of the way... by lunging at Aimes. A paw grabbed the guard by his shoulder and tossed him toward the hole. He stumbled and fell in, hitting the side. The dirt collapsed and fell across him in caked sheets. Aimes yelped and tried to dig his way out. Ivan rushed over to help his partner, digging down into the dirt.

Leos watched as Ivan dug down and Aimes dug up, but it was already too late. The earth belonged to the beast lord now, fostering new life, bringing prosperity and freshness. Ivan froze as long clawed fingers emerged from beneath him. They weren't clawed like those of a feline or canine, they seemed almost like the claws of a mole. Ivan backed up as a long snout emerged, the nostrils opening up once they hit open air. Aimes climbed up slowly, his skull warping into a longer and longer muzzle, his ears changing. His hair had dissolved away, but there was enough of his eyebrow and cheek bones to reveal it was him, it was Aimes. Ivan slowly looked around, his eyes widening.

While Jennan, Aimes and Ilium looked more animal than Leos, he could still see the humanity that they had lost in it all. Aimes climbed out further, shaking off his brown muddy body. A nubby tail flicked around behind him and his dirty hand came to his long shaft. He stroked it and pearly cum leaked out, dribbling to the ground.

Jennan let out a howl, tipping his head back as cum sprayed out of his shaft. A heavy chuckle broke Ivan's concentration. Leos was chuckling away, looking at the three bestial men, his furry chest vibrating with the power of his laughter. Even Ilium was snuggling and rubbing against Leos. Ivan shook his head slowly. It had all happened so fast. There was no hope, no chance. There was no way to avoid it, well... Perhaps only one way.

Ivan brought out his knife once more, but it wasn't destined for anyone else. He turned the blade for himself and went to strike his chest. The blade moved toward his skin and came to a sudden stop. Ivan looked down, stunned at that. He had tried to stab himself, the blade had moved through his shirt but it couldn't pierce his flesh. Ivan tried to cut into himself, slicing downward. The shirt opened up to reveal gray, leathery flesh. Ivan looked up at Leos in shock. Leos grinned wide, standing back up, moving over. He lifted a paw to stroke at his subordinate's chest.

"You've always been strong and resilient. It is time you show it." Leos said. Ivan stood there, looking at Leos even as his nose ached and throbbed. His jaw began pushing forward, rounding into a muzzle. his nose followed suit, but there was something else. The flesh turned red and puffy, swelling on the top like it was irritated. The bump grew an grew before the skin split and a white boney nub emerged. The nub grew upwards more and more, curving into a slight horn. Another puffy irritation formed above it before the skin split there as well.

Ivan went cross eyed, staring down at his horns. They were so animal, so unexpected, so... nice. Ivan felt an infectious sense of pride in his heart, the pride spreading like a fever. His arms thickened, his legs elongated. He grunted and moaned, his tattered shirt spreading out and falling off as his ribs pushed apart.

Ivan's black hair began to blanch out, turning gray and then crisp white. His ears toughened up with rubbery, leathery gray flesh before they stretched out, taking on a vague fold to them, almost a tear drop shape.

Leos looked to the others before nodding. The red headed lionine Ilium lunged forward on new paws slicing at Ivan's pants before he peeled them apart. His split upper lip spread over Ivan's cock head and the changing rhino man gasped, looking down. he'd never thought of his subordinates in that way before, never thought about what they could do physically, but it just seemed so... right. He groaned, starting to move his hips forward and back into the boy's mouth.

It seemed uncoordinated and unexpected at first, but slowly Ivan got the hang of it. He picked up the pace but soon felt more hands coming around his ribs. Ivan glanced over his shoulder to see Aimes coming up behind him. Aimes rubbed against Ivan's hide, his shaft pushing between muscled rhinoceros cheeks. Soon the dirty digger cock was enveloped in a hot, tight, embrace.

The three went at it, writhing eagerly forward and back, the sounds of sex growing wetter. Each thrust pushed more of their humanity out as they surrendered to it all. Ivan panted and moaned, his eyes slowly opening. The dull brown had grown more intense, taking on a vibrant violet hue that hadn't been there before. Ilium seemed content to suck and slurp, stuffing his throat with cock meat while Aimes was delighted to fuck someone bigger than he was... which left Jennan.

A furry canine tail wagged away as he continued to spill his seed. Leos smirked to himself and reached over to stroke the warrior's head, making him cum all the more, his messy seed falling to the ground, mixing in with the puddles. Leos hoped the beast lord would be satisfied. As his master prepared the Igladian invasion, they would make sure that the conversion was complete in Dunbrune.

****

More thunder and lightning crackled in the heavens, echoing from the heart of the kingdom out across the farmlands, all the way to the wall of Grinngan Hol. The wall had been erected centuries earlier as the outer defense to Dunbrune and had remained as a territorial border. The demonic barrier around the kingdom started a half mile on the far side of the wall, creating a sinister backdrop... but it was there that the surviving military remained. Facing inward rather than out, Grinnigan Hol was the last stand for the infantry.

Young men from eighteen to thirty give stood sentry along the wall, keeping their eyes peeled through the gaps of the wall. More survivors were behind the wall, nestled between the natural and unnatural barriers. There had been no contact with anyone else, no attempts to venture further into the kingdom. They knew the end had come. Now there was only a question of survival. The last of the food had been harvested from the fields before they warped. Thorny, slimy gourds grew where wheat had flourished only days before.

Every twenty feet a man was stationed in the heart of the wall, a long curved hallway spanning the length. The men had little more than swords and bows. It was nothing to hold up against magic... They had no idea what they were up against. At the eastern most edge of the wall, the guard leaned against the curved edge of his window. He was twenty two years old, black hair kept at a reasonable length. His black and silver armor was respectable but a bit big for him, a sign of a hand-me-down.

He peered out, brown eyes impassive, looking for anything that moved... but the only thing that changed was the light. The clouds dimmed everything, playing tricks with patterns across the fields. The young man didn't know enough to be afraid of the shadows themselves, for there was one that lived in the shadows... the demon Eclipse. It was easy for the shadows to move through the fields. The farmer Eclipse had been before the beast lord lived there. He had been mild mannered, Eckhart... But now he was so much more. He moved between Dunbrune and Igladia as fast as the shadows could carry him and now he was doing his part.

The tainted shadows seeped up into the wall like a flood of blackness, infecting each shadow to the next, advancing before they cornered the sentry's shadow. Eclipse waited a moment before he sprung. The sentry felt nothing, there was no outward sign at first, but things started to change bit by bit. The sentry's shadow began to grow horns, curving upward, stretching taller and thicker. The shadow hunched over, shaking and pulsing before a big black wing sprouted out, then another. A forked tail emerged and whipped around, but the sentry still looked human... at least for the moment.

The first change he felt in his groin. The young man was getting very horny. He began breathing a little more shallow, his nipples tightening. His eyes filled with lust and a strange grin crossed his lips. He glanced around, making sure no one could see him. He reached down, sliding his hand into his pants. He started to grope himself. The fingers against flesh, it felt so good... He didn't want it to stop. He leaned more into the shadows, wrapping his fingers around his meat, starting to stroke up and down. His grin grew, but so too did his teeth. They stretched and honed into fangs before a forked tongue emerged from his mouth.

The young man's soul withered as the light was deprived from it, his skin paling, his hair darkening to a deep black. He panted and growled like an animal, but he was becoming something far more sinister. Two crimson drops of blood leaked from his forehead as the pinpricks of demon horns emerged, curling up... but the blood didn't stay red for long. It turned black and icy, hardening and spreading out like a mask over the sentry's face. The mask took root in his pale flesh, his eyes turning solid white, the horns growing larger.

Just as his shadow had grown wings, his clothing stretched and tore as a large leathery span unfurled, flexing and contorting. Then came another wing. As the youth's hand warped into a clawed mass, he tore at his clothing, unaware the shadow behind him was growing. Eclipse rose up from the shadow, reaching around the sentry's hips. He curled his demonic hand around the young man's cock even before he got a hold of it, starting to stroke him off.

With each thrust of Eclipse's hand, the cock swelled longer and thicker, fattening up as thick as a wrist. The youth moaned and writhed in his general's hold, black armor growing out of his skin, his Dunbrunian armor shattering and falling away. Eclipse gave the young man a few quick humps as his demonic tail began pushing out. It was a beautiful sight to say the least, but Eclipse knew his work was far from done.

The shadow demon melted back into the darkness, leaving his new follower to work himself over. Before long he was cumming through the window of the wall, his seed landing in the darkened fields below. Eclipse moved along the inside of the wall, spreading outward, finding one sentry after another, penetrating their shadows, spilling into their bodies and replacing their souls with dark shards of himself.

Men of all ages shuddered and moaned, feeling like they were being wrapped up in a warm summer's night. Their backs arched, their nipples hardened, but each one was a little different than the next. A young man named Tannin stood at the window, gazing out at his lost homeland with earnest desire to see it restored one day. His face was innocent, he hadn't seen the days of war some of his companions had, but strange urges began to build in him.

A wave of shadows wrapped around Tannin. His clean, smooth black hair soon seemed slicked back by some strange oil. His fair cheeks were given a shadow of stubble. Scars he had never gained appeared along his jaw bone. He closed his eyes, panting more and more, feeling a strange and alien power fill him. His muscles flexed and swelled, his chest expanded, his ribs shifted... and soon another pair of arms erupted from his sides, knocking his armor to the ground. The new arms were black and wicked, clawed and spiked... but his upper arms were shifting to resemble those.

Spikes pushed out from Tannin's spine, running all the way from his waist up between his shoulder blades and around the contour of his skull like some sort of boney mohawk... and then two thick black horns began pushing out of his head, curving out and upward. Steam erupted from his nostrils as the darkness took root and he murmured in great delight, sniffing the air.

Curious moans and elated sighs passed through the wall, moving faster and faster as Eclipse spread out. Dozens of men were changing at once, each faster than the last. Boots erupted into clawed, talon tipped feet. Tails ripped through clothing. Wings knocked holsters away and horns graced the head of each warrior. Eclipse wasn't just converting the masses, he was building his own ranks, creating a detachment of shadow demons to work for him in the beast lord's name.

The torches in the massive wall flickered and went out, plunging the interior into darkness. That change along alerted the cowering villagers that something was wrong. They looked up from their tents and their make shift shelters, looking at the wall that was their only defense. At first they saw nothing but darkness, but then that too changed as glowing white eyes peered out at them from every window, every access point.

From the shadows, the demons emerged. They were towering, at least six feet tall in every case. They had horns, spines, spikes, tails, wings and claws. Some even had tentacles swaying away. The demons emerged, almost fifty in all. Their glowing white eyes surveyed the survivors. While their changes had been unique, their orders were not. They were the warriors of the Beast Lord, heralds of the kingdom of Dunbrune and spreaders of the great instinct.

The wings of the new demons spread wide and the army of darkness swooped out at once, plunging into the throngs of scrambling survivors. Screams of fear became screams of lust as they were all taken and turned. The number of humans in Dunbrune was dwindling fast, but the number of beasts and demons had never been higher.

****

The heavens continued to rumble, the storm raging on. The reason hadn't been immediately apparent, but it became clear as red hot magma ran down the slopes of the mountain that the Beast Lord had been imprisoned inside of. The ash made the skies turbulent and the village surrounding the mountain had been obliterated. Normally the eruption would have spelled destruction for the kingdom. The ash would choke out the plants and animals. Crops would fail, rivers would become undrinkable... but Dunbrune was home to a different kind of life now. It was home to the people of the Beast Lord.

Razor Claw moved up an old forgotten path on Mount Yldarrin, his paws finding an easy footing. When the beast lord had first converted him into a tiger man, his fur had made him stand out against any backdrop. Now his orange, black and white tiger stripes merely made him at home with the natural word around him. Razor Claw was amazed just how much he could feel. Every grain of dirt had its own story, its history. He could feel nature around him. He could feel the splendor of the new plants thriving against any odds, and he could feel the single beacon of the old world that held back the darkness.

The being once known as Terras came to a stop and lifted his hand, resting it against the rock. For a moment nothing happened, but slowly a seam appeared. The rock inside the seam was lighter, more insubstantial. It had been formed out of the surrounding materials, plugging the cave entrance. Razor Claw looked around and sniffed the sulfurous air. Magical students trying to survive the poisonous gasses. He shook his head, wishing his students knew how much easier it was to survive when they embraced the Beast Lord.

Once more the tiger's hand came up, resting against the stone before it started to crumble and collapse. The rock fell away and Razor Claw stepped over it and into the cave. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and it wasn't long before he found two of his senior students that had been training to become mage knights. They had hidden away from the poisonous gasses outside, but even their best skills couldn't keep the air fresh inside the cave forever. They were weak and feeble, barely registering that the cave had even opened.

Razor Claw moved over to one and crouched down before him. He looked at the young man and smiled. It was Dennik, one of his favorites. Razor Claw brought a finger to his drooling tiger shaft, his fingers sliding over the rubbery spines to collect his tainted pre. He brought it up to Dennik's face, smearing the juices across his lips and then over his nostrils. The young man sputtered, inhaling sharp and ragged breaths, shocked that he had been awoken in such a way or to such musky flavors.

His eyes adjusted and he saw the tiger. He scrambled to move, to crawl away, but he was soon distracted. He licked his lips, his cheeks, his teeth. Something tasted so salty, so good and wonderful. He kept lapping at it before he moaned. Bit by bit, Dennik's strength returned. His cheeks became rosy, his cock got hard and his lungs were functioning more. Razor Claw continued to gather more of his precious seed on his fingers, feeding Dennik manually.

Dennik was too worried about survival to care where it was coming from. He licked and sucked at the fingers greedily, but his eyes kept drifting to the groin of the beast that was nourishing him. He had no idea it was his instructor, no idea it was the enemy that had pried open his would be tomb. All Dennik knew was that he could feel the strength returning to his body, and that his mouth was full of a rich, musky flavor. He licked at it and lapped at it, his tongue stretching outward to reach it all. As his tongue extended, a strange grin crossed his face, but it wasn't just his lips.

A faint green coloration was spreading from his mouth as his skin dried out and hardened, taking on a leathery consistency. The skin cracked and split into distinct scales that ringed his mouth, covering his cheeks and his jaw. Dennik looked around as his eyes shifted, turning bright yellow before he leaned down toward the tiger's groin. Razor Claw reached up, petting Dennik's scalp as rubbery red frills pushed up from his head, pushing out through his hair.

Moment by moment Dennik looked to be more reptilian, especially as he wrapped his maw around Razor Claw's feline shaft. He licked and sucked and grew more nourished, his own muscles spreading and growing... but Razor Claw was far from done. He used his claws to cut through Denni's clothes, spreading the tunic and withdrawing his student's purple lizard cock. He gave it a few pumps, watching it grow before he helped Dennik move around, positioning him before the last survivor, Dennik's best friend Ardon.

Ardon was passed out cold, his body week and his dark brown skin ashen... but as the purple lizard cock spread between his lips, his vigor started to return to him. He gave a few week sucks and then slurps, nursing on the cock instinctively. Dennik shuddered and began to cum almost at once, the salty cream flooding down the other student's throat.

Razor Claw watched with great care as their strength returned, knowing he'd be able to guide them once more after adding them to his pack. He watched Ardon's head swell gently before horns pushed out from his temples, his black hair turning a lighter and lighter brown. His nose spread wider, his nostrils enlarged and his lip thickened. The wooly brown hair spread down his face and throat and soon sprouted from his arms and legs. It wasn't long before Razor Claw could see Ardon was becoming a bison. The Beast Lord would be most pleased, they needed good strong stock of every breed... and Dunbrune had become an excellent source for such strong warriors.