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Christoph wiped sweat from his brow and allowed himself a short break from picking weeds out of his father’s cornfield. It was difficult work, but the canine knew that his father would be extremely cross with him if he hadn’t finished weeding the field by nightfall. He tucked his damp bandana back into his belt, tugging his tunic away from his golden fur as he stooped once again to continue weeding.

The clopping of hooves reached Christoph’s ears from the nearby road, and he lifted his head out of curiosity. A minotaur was trotting down the road, a backpack strapped to his shoulders and little else to cover his body. The canine’s ears flushed crimson as he watched the nude, muscular bull-man stride along the road. The minotaur had a determined expression on his face; Christoph assumed that he was an adventuring type judging from the massive sword strapped to his backpack.

“Excuse me, sir!” Christoph called.

***

Garuganto adjusted the pack on his shoulders as he walked down the dirt road between two farms. The king of these lands had been a good sort, if not a bit desperate in his plea. Normally Garu would have charged twice as much for his monster slaying services, but in this case he felt an exception was in order, considering how nicely the king’s royal guard captain, Tucker, had sucked his dick.

“Excuse me, sir!”

Garuganto turned his head toward the voice and grinned slightly at the cute peasant waving at him from a newly planted corn field. The minotaur trotted over to the fence to get a closer look at the lad.

“Yes?” Garu asked, taking note of the peasant’s folded-back ears. The boy was understandably nervous; the minotaur’s muscular body dwarfed his smaller frame.

“I- um,” The canine couldn’t help but glance down at the imposing length between Garu’s legs before he forced his gaze back up to the bull’s face. “A-are you heading for the mountain?”

“Indeed I am,” Garu said. “Your king has paid me a handsome sum to vanquish the fiend on that mountain.”

“The other townsfolk say there is no monster, but it’s the mountain itself that’s cursed,” the peasant said. “Don’t you think you should be wearing armor or something?”

Garu chuckled as he shook his head. “No. Armor merely slows me down! Don’t you worry. I’ll get to the bottom of your problems and stop whatever evil is taking place up on that mountain.”

“No adventurers have ever returned from there, you know.”

“So I’ve heard, but this bull will. Mark my words.”

The canine nodded, glancing down once more. Garu’s smile spread across his face as he saw the peasant’s yellow ears go red with embarrassment.

“G-good luck up there,” the canine said as he knelt down to continue his work.

Garu gave a polite nod and continued walking down the dusty road. The mountain in question loomed tall in the distance, fog shrouding most of it just above the halfway point. It was a stark contrast to the shallow hills of the surrounding farmlands. Garu had to admit that it was the perfect place for a monster to set up a den. The surrounding farms were plentiful with livestock and peasants on which to feed, and the mountain itself appeared relatively easy to defend from would-be adventurers or mobs of angry villagers, due to the fog.

Maybe this job wouldn’t be the cakewalk Garu had assumed. “I probably should have charged full price after all,” he mumbled to himself.

***

A few short hours later, Garu had begun ascending the mountain. He had found animal tracks, and now followed them through a narrow pass lined with thick undergrowth. It was too small for anything larger than a deer to move through easily, and at several points, Garu had to crawl under or hop over fallen trees that made the path almost impassable. This couldn’t be right; a monster of any formidable size wouldn’t have been able to use this route. Perhaps the fiend had another way up and down the mountain from its lair. The minotaur stopped as he came across a patch of brightly colored, foreign flowers. They were shades of yellow and orange with a leaf pattern that was wholly unfamiliar to the well-traveled bull.

Though he was standing several feet from them, the sickly sweet smell they gave off still reached Garu’s nose, and he held his hand to his snout to try and block it. The flowers were growing across the path, and though the trail was not new, the bull hadn’t thought it was old enough for undergrowth to cover it. Garu grimaced and pushed through the flowers, keeping his snout covered until he was several more feet away on the other side. Almost immediately after the flowers were out of sight behind him, the forest became darker and the trees more gnarled. The minotaur drew his sword from his pack and cautiously made his way through the twisted trees.

It took Garu several moments of struggling through the undergrowth to realize that his path had disappeared. He looked behind him, and it was as if the forest had swallowed him completely. There was no indication of the direction from which he had come, and a lump formed in the bull’s throat. Garu pointed himself so that he was climbing the mountain’s slope and continued hacking through the thickened undergrowth.

Sweat dripped from his large, bulky frame as he swung his sword awkwardly to clear a path for himself. A large, dark shape moved through the trees on his left and Garu spun in that direction, sword ready to attack, but the silent, gloomy forest was all that greeted him.

“You’re not getting away from me that easily!” Garu muttered with determination as he leapt in the direction where the shadowy creature had been. He didn’t bother trying to clear a path this time, letting the foliage brush along his short fur as he ran. Some sharp thorns from hidden plants dug into his flesh, but he ignored the brief pain as he chased his quarry. He could hear the large creature crashing through the undergrowth several feet in front of him, and Garu pushed himself to sprint through the forest after it.

The minotaur burst through the trees into a small clearing and came face-to-face with a terrified deer. The wild-eyed animal was panting from the chase, and she backed away from Garu as his charge slowed to a stop. Had he been chasing this deer the whole time? The animal shivered from fear, her rump starting to disappear into the trees on the other side of the clearing. Garu’s keen ears heard motion behind him and he turned just in time to see a massive basilisk erupt from the trees. The creature’s eyes glowed, and Garu’s lightning-fast reflexes buried his sword into one of them before the monster could turn him to stone. The basilisk shrunk backwards and Garu blinked. His sword was embedded in a fallen log, not a monster.

“What the hell-?” The minotaur mumbled as he wrenched his sword free. “Am I going crazy?”

The deer had vanished into the trees on the other side of the clearing, and now Garu was completely lost. Fog was rolling into the clearing from the trees, and it seemed to invade Garu’s mind as well as he tried to figure out which direction he had come from. The bull shook his head to try and clear it, but when that did nothing, he grumbled to himself. Garu approached a nearby tree and leapt up into the lower branches, hoping that a higher vantage point would let him see which direction led up the mountain. He climbed until the branches became too small to carry his weight, then stretched his neck to get his eyes above the tree line. He saw a vast farmland before and below him, which must have meant that the mountain slope was behind. He turned and sure enough, the dark mountainside loomed above. Careful to keep himself correctly oriented, Garu descended the tree and gathered his belongings to continue his trek up the mountain.

The monster must have had a cave or den somewhere that served as its lair, probably located in the cliffs above Garu’s current location. However, the fact that the creature could cause hallucinations would make things significantly more difficult. There were some herbal remedies to prevent such things, and the minotaur hoped that he could find the appropriate herbs right there on the mountain.

Thick fog surrounded Garu as he climbed, making ghostly figures out of the trees as they emerged from the mist at the minotaur’s approach. The bull was thankful that it was still fairly early in the afternoon- the mist would be much worse during dusk or nightfall. The herbs that Garu was looking for should have been thriving in such an environment, but he found none as he hiked. The bull realized that he couldn’t trust his own senses. It was very possible that the herbs were nearby, but he was simply walking by them due to the hallucinogenic nature of the beast he was tracking.

With no mental protection, he should have turned around and fled the mountain, but something in the back of his mind told him, irrationally, to press on. Rustling noises came from the forest around him and Garu kept their direction and intensity in mind as he continued climbing. If something did jump out of the undergrowth at him, he wanted to know where it would come from. However, he couldn’t be sure whether or not it was his mind still playing tricks on him.

Daylight had started to fade by the time the minotaur adventurer reached the cliffs. Garu fashioned a torch from a branch from the ground, using cloth and oil from his backpack. He began walking along the bottom of the cliffs with the sheer rock face to his left. The snap of a breaking twig behind him made Garu whirl around in time to see another large shadow disappearing into the fog. The bull’s hooves seemed to move on their own as he trotted after the shadow. Garu’s heart thudded in his chest and he gulped breaths as his trot became a full-on sprint. The shadow always stayed just beyond the edge of the fog, keeping its details hidden in the swirling mist. Garu huffed through his nose, golden nose ring bouncing against his snout as he ran. The shadow darted to the right into the cliffside several feet ahead of him, and Garu stopped at the entrance to a tunnel leading into the mountain.

“Finally found you,” he gasped, trying to catch his breath as he let a grin spread across his face.

The bull cautiously stepped into the dark entrance of the tunnel. He walked for several minutes, the entrance quickly disappearing behind several turns in the passage. The air inside the mountain was warm, and Garu started to sweat as he walked. Silence surrounded him, aside from the gentle clopping of his hooves and the occasional crackle of his torch. Eventually he saw flickering fire light around a corner ahead, and he doused his torch to maintain the element of surprise. Garu crept up to the corner and peered around it. A human sat there, warming himself by the fire. His short-cut, black hair; neatly trimmed beard; and bulky, muscular frame were instantly recognizable. It was Tucker, the captain of the King’s guard. Without thinking, Garu trotted into the fire light.

“Tucker? What are you doing here?” He asked, bewildered.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Garu,” Tucker said, licking his lips with a mischievous sparkle in his green eyes as he approached the naked bull man. The human was also nude, hairy chest and belly glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the fire light. Tucker’s hands ran over Garu’s chest and lifted the backpack from his shoulders, dropping it unceremoniously to the ground next to them. Dropping to his knees, the human massaged Garu’s legs and clutched his sack as Tucker’s lips wrapped around his length and that skilled tongue writhed against the bull’s shaft.

“T-Tucker, this- this is hardly the time!” Garu tried to resist; to push the human from his length, but gods above that tongue felt amazing! He soon found himself thrusting into Tucker’s throat, huffing and panting through his nose as the human’s hands tugged at his sack and gentle fingers teased his asshole. Garu grunted as those those fingers pried the his hole open. He clenched, but Tucker’s digits were persistent and the minotaur’s tender asshole relented against their pressure. The human’s tongue slid along every contour and vein of Garu’s thick cock, and he was amazed when Tucker’s lips pressed up against his groin and the tip of his shaft throbbed thickly deep in the human’s throat.

“T-Tucker!” Garu moaned into the humid air of the cave. His body, reeling from pleasure, fell backwards to lean against the wall of the small chamber as Tucker’s two fingers worked their way deeper inside of him. The minotaur’s chest heaved and he panted as the intense, carnal feelings made his nuts tug upward. Tucker’s fist wrapped around those heavy orbs prevented them from rising, and only drove Garu wild with lust. His blissful state was only enhanced when the human’s fingers finally found his prostate and dug into the gland with force. Garu couldn’t have stifled the whorish moan that escaped his lungs if he’d wanted to. A third finger was circling his quivering ring, and as it firmly pushed inside to join the other two, Garu barely registered a thought buzzing through the whirlwind of pleasure in his head: How could Tucker suck him so deeply?

As if in response, Tucker began the lengthy pull back, tightly pursed lips dragging along Garu’s slick cock flesh as his shaft twitched and pulsed with need. The minotaur’s dick fired precum all the while until the human’s mouth left his shaft completely. Tucker’s hands still tugged downward on his sack and Garu whimpered, disappointed as those three fingers slid out of his pliable butthole. Tucker stood, pressing his thickly muscled body against Garu’s furry chest. The human had never been this domineering before, but the minotaur couldn’t deny that he was swooning at Tucker’s aggressive passion. Garu panted through his nose as their lips met, Tucker’s tongue pushing into his mouth. Their chests pressed tightly together and the minotaur wrapped his arms around the human, holding him tightly as they kissed. For a while, the only sounds in the cave were the occasional crackle from the fire and the soft grunts and huffs of two creatures caught in the throes of passion.

When Tucker’s lips drew back from Garu’s, the minotaur’s mind swam with lust, leaving him dazed against the wall. Several moments passed and, when Garu finally shook the muddy feeling from his brain, Tucker was nowhere to be seen.

“I must be going crazy,” Garu said to no one in particular. He sat in front of the fire, trying to collect his wits before continuing his hunt for whatever was causing the strange events on the mountain. The fire was warm and inviting, and Garu lost track of time as he gazed into the flickering, almost hypnotic flames. The heat from the fire soon made Garu’s eyes droop, his now flaccid penis completely forgotten. He didn’t even know what time of the day it was anymore. What was this mountain doing to him?

“Preparing you,” a slithering, hissing voice said, invading his mind.

Garu’s eyes snapped open as something slimy latched onto his back and he leaped to his feet. The minotaur reached for his sword, but it had vanished along with his backpack. The creature’s touch sent electrifying pleasure up his spine, and it was enough to bring him to his knees. He felt that pleasurable feeling sliding up his body to his neck. Despite the intense feeling, Garu yelped in terror as the slimy creature enveloped the back of his head and two worm-like tendrils slid into the corners of his mouth, filling his throat with a sweet, musky liquid. In seconds, all of the strength left the struggling minotaur’s limbs and his eyes rolled up in his head. He fell forward onto the floor of the cave next to the fire as if a switch inside of him had been flipped off.

***

Garuganto was in the forest clearing that he had chased the deer into before. His mind was clouded by the haze of sleep, and he shook his head to try and clear it.

“Am I dreaming?” he asked aloud, and, as if in response, the grassy floor of the clearing opened up underneath him and he fell into darkness. He hit the floor moments later, but there was no pain. The surface he had landed on was spongy, warm, and wet.

“Long have we waited for one such as you, warrior,” that hissing voice said all around him. Garu tried to stand, but the floor was too slick and his hooves could find no purchase. The voice continued, “You will help us grow. You will help us survive.”

“N-never!” Garu shouted into the inky blackness.

“You have no choice,” the voice hissed directly into his ear.

Garu instinctively swatted at the sound and a slimy, rope-like appendage wrapped around his wrist in retaliation. The minotaur struggled, trying to pry the tentacle from him with his free hand.

“We will have you,” the voice continued as Garu felt more tendrils snaking around his legs.

“R-release me, monster!” Garu yelped, his voice wavering with slightly more fear than he had intended.

“We need you, warrior,” The voice whispered into his ears, seeming to worm directly into Garu’s brain. “We will be your armor and you will be our vehicle into the World of Man.”

Garu whimpered as he felt more of the wet tentacles sliding against him, two of them slithering up onto his pecs and swirling around his nipples. The slime left behind electrifying bliss, and it forced his fleshy nubs to harden like steel.

“No, n-no, please!” Garu whined as one of the tentacles circled the base of his sack and gently tugged it away from his body, slathering his nuts in the warm slime. It continued upward to wind around his quickly hardening shaft, and began to softly rub the crown of his erection as Garu’s member pulsed and throbbed in spite of the fear boiling in the pit of his stomach.

The minotaur clamped his mouth shut when one of the tendrils slid along his cheek, curving around his chin and looking for his mouth. It covered his face in the slime, setting his nerves on fire with pleasure, but Garu kept his mouth sealed. His blood ran cold in spite of the teasing tentacles when a massive, glowing, orange eye opened in front of him, mere feet from his body. The iris and pupil were vertical, almost reptilian in its design. Garu was frozen with fear, but he kept his mouth shut.

“Submit!” the hissing voice filled his ears and mind. Garu shook his head and squeezed his own eyes closed, shuddering as his cock twitched from the constant rubbing on his shaft. Even behind his eyelids, he could still almost see the large eye staring at him, unblinking. His whole body tensed when a thicker tentacle slid under his nuts and drew circles around his asshole.

“You will be ours,” the voice hissed. “No creature has ever been able to resist giving in to our pleasure.”

“Nnng!” Garu yelped through closed lips as the tendril rubbing his cockhead pushed inside of his piss slit, slithering deep into him as he struggled against the four tentacles wrapped around his limbs. The minotaur thrashed in the monster's’ grip, trying to somehow buck the creature out of his cock, but each thrust of his hips only seemed to drive it deeper into his shaft and sent shockwaves of perverse, sickly pleasure through his gut.

The tentacle against his face slid around his nose ring, bathing his lips and nose in that musky fluid. Garu opened his eyes cautiously, seeing that massive eyeball staring at him. It looked like it was pleased at the sight of the minotaur’s body being invaded. The tentacle in his cock sank deeper still and Garu whined piteously. It was so deep that it felt like the thing was sliding into his very testicles, but anatomy would have made that impossible.

Garu’s body shook as he panted raggedly and huffed through his nose. He glared up at the eye in the blackness and, as if in response, the thick tentacle teasing his asshole viciously shoved inside. The bull-man arched his back and screamed from the discomfort of such a thick, sudden insertion, but the tentacle against his face was ready and it quickly slithered into his open mouth and down his throat, muffling Garu’s cries. Tears formed in the minotaur’s eyes from the overwhelming pain of his hole being wrenched open, and the nauseating pleasure it caused when the bulbous tip slid over his prostate.

Garu whimpered, asshole burning from the tentacle’s girth as it sank deeper into him. He could feel it slithering through his guts and shivered as he watched the thing’s tip put a bulge his abdomen as it moved inside of him. The tendril in his throat squirted that musky, sweet liquid into his belly and his eyes drooped. He found it difficult to struggle, and the pain in his backside quickly dulled until all he could feel was how the tentacle pleasantly stretched his asshole open and pressed against his prostate.

The bull’s gland was being squeezed from both sides by the tentacle in his ass and the tendril in his cock, which betrayed Garu with its throbbing eagerness. The minotaur’s strength was all but spent, and he could only shudder as the tentacles snaked around and inside of him. He couldn’t deny that the fluid was rather delicious and he couldn’t help sucking on the tentacle in his mouth like it was Tucker’s shaft.

“Yes, submit,” the hissing voice said.

Garu tried to ignore it as the thick tentacle in his guts pushed deeper, making his body tense from the perverse pleasure. His balls twitched and he was certain he would have cum if the tendril in his cock hadn’t been there. Instead, he was left shuddering in a state of near orgasm without the satisfaction of shooting. The bull whimpered and the tentacle in his ass pulled out until only the tip was inside, before pushing back in just as deep. Garu arched his back again, but this time it was from sheer bliss that rattled him to his core. His cock jerked and spasmed with each gut-pounding thrust from the tentacle inside of him, trying to cum. Garu’s mind whirled, his desire for release suddenly battling his rational thoughts There was no way to escape, his lust reasoned. He might as well enjoy it. Maybe the creature would let him cum if he did as it said.

The bull shook as more fluid poured into his throat and the thick head of the tentacle inside of him went deeper than ever before. Garu’s eyes crossed and his whole body convulsed from attempted climax. The tentacle held itself there, forcing the minotaur to twitch and spasm around it in vain. He huffed through his nose, his whole body wracked with unsatisfying bliss as the creature toyed with him.

“P-please,” he said around the tendril in his mouth. “Please let me cum!”

“No.” was the hissing response before the tentacle in his ass pulled out again only to slam forward with more force.

Garu lost track of time as the monster wracked his body with forceful, sickeningly pleasurable thrusts while preventing him from feeling release. He spasmed, throbbed, twitched, shuddered, pleaded, and begged. His cries fell on deaf ears as the tentacle in his ass claimed more and more space within him, going deeper than Garu thought possible. Finally, when he felt the thing’s bulbous tip thrust forward once again until it seemed to press against his very lungs, the tendril in his cock slithered backward and Garu bellowed triumphantly. His heavy balls finally erupted, sending cum firing out of his dick up onto his face, belly, and chest. Some of it fell into his open mouth, and he swallowed it around the tendril there while he convulsed in ecstatic bliss.

The tentacles continued, however, and Garu grunted and whimpered when he realized they weren’t stopping in spite of his climax winding down. The giant eye was nowhere to be seen, and Garu’s own eyes drooped tiredly as another, thicker tendril wound its way up his shaft and shoved its way inside. The minotaur whined piteously as it sank just as deeply as the first and that thick tentacle in his butt resumed its savagely deep thrusts. His body tensed back up almost immediately and it felt like he hadn’t cum at all from the way his balls were churning with the need for release.

His eyes rolled up in his head from the anticipation of the pleasure of being teased. He could no longer deny that it felt amazing. Each near orgasm that never happened built blissful tension inside of him, winding him up like a spring with each savagely deep thrust of that massive appendage shoved inside of his ass. He found himself pushing back into it with each pound, trying to get it deeper even as the thing bulged out his belly with its depth.

“M-more,” he heard himself groan around the tentacle that spurted the delicious slime down his throat. His balls ached, but it was a good ache, one that let him know they were full and needed release. Garu thrust upward toward the tentacle in his dick and moaned when it gained another full inch of depth inside of him, sliding right up into his prostate. He looked down at his pitiful body, stuffed with writhing tentacles that were giving him more pleasure than he ever thought possible.

Garu’s eyes crossed as a second tentacle pushed into his asshole and sank almost as deep as the first. He shuddered in bliss, his mind swam and spun, and he fell into the black abyss of unconsciousness.

***

The fire had long since died to embers as sunlight crept down the passage toward the huddled form on the cave floor. It stirred, the creeping sunlight reflecting off of its chitinous, ebony exoskeleton as it stood in the dim cave. It plodded down the passage toward the light, claws clacking against the stone of the cave floor. Out in the fresh mountain air, it gazed down at its new form. Vicious-looking claws tipped each thumb and forefinger on its hands and bug-like toes. Orange joints between plates of ebony chitin ran along the creature’s form, making it look like some kind of armored beetle.

Between its legs hung a long, orange and grey tentacle cock with orange feelers on the end. It coiled about the creature’s legs and curved upward as if tasting the air like a snake. Behind the monster, a long tail, similar to the tentacle in the front, swayed lazily back and forth. The creature touched its curving horns on the top of its head and then moved to its pointed, axe-like face where it tugged lightly on a gold ring piercing its nose. The creature pulled a slow breath of fresh air in through its nostrils as it began descending the mountain.

***

Christoph grumbled to himself as he dug a hole in his father’s fields. Planting new crops was hard work, and part of him wished that there was an easier way to go about it. The hot sun beat down on the canine’s back as he lifted the shovel to start another hole. His father would be following behind him later that day with seeds, covering the holes after they were deposited in the soft earth. Christoph wished that his father had taken the more difficult work of shoveling. The villager lifted his head to look back at his handiwork, and noticed the fog had cleared from the mountain.

“Heh, looks like that adventurer won,” he said as he thrust his shovel downward to make another hole. Christoph dug for another three hours, filling the field with holes as his father had instructed. By the time he had reached the last row, his brown tunic was drenched with sweat and it had become difficult to hold the shovel due to exhaustion. As he wiped the sweat from his brow, he wondered where his father was. The older canine should have been out in the field already, following him with the seeds.

Christoph huffed as he dug one of the final holes. He barely heard the approaching footsteps that clicked softly as their owner stepped up onto a nearby rock. An orange tipped tendril slid under Christoph’s chin and lifted his gaze upward. The young canine’s jaw dropped in horror at the black monstrosity before him. The monster from the mountain! Before he could turn and run, the creature’s tentacle was through his lips and pouring something sickly sweet into his mouth. Christoph’s eyes rolled up into his head and he fell to his knees, unable to prevent the creature from lifting his tunic over his head and rubbing that slimy tentacle over his sweaty body.

Christoph’s fear was soon replaced by perverse lust as the monster moved behind him and lifted his tail, thrusting that hot length deep into him with almost no resistance. The young dog, moaned, pushing back into his new lover- master? Yes, his new master. The creature hilted and Christoph’s gut bulged from the depth as the tentacle writhed inside of him, sending shivers up his spine and making him cry out for more.

END