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Gnolls of the Magic Eye

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: ChewChew17

The city streets were busy, people walked past, tapping away on their smartphones, humans, beastmen, and even a monster here and there. People in business suits walked past adventurers in suits and ties, the mixture of modern and past was constantly pushing and pulling in the adventuring city of Galewind city. A variety of people were walking through the city’s main street, walking past stalls trying to hawk their wares to all of the people from different walks of life. A few orcs stopped as they noticed a merchant who had large battle axes on sale, while next to that tent a few elves stopped in to take a look at the newest phones for sale. Some people commented now and again that the city was trying to hang onto its old adventuring roots, but that often was pushed back whenever adventurers were truly needed to stop the odd dragon or invasion of demons from a doomed future.

“Did you see those weapons? I’m pretty sure they’re fake,” Nicholas grunted, barely avoiding running into a pair of hulking barbarians as he typed away on his cellphone.

“You sure, man? Looked pretty legit to me,” Faris said, his pointed ears poking through his long hair, a giveaway of his elven heritage.

“Definitely a fake,” Visik said, waving his hand and casting a small spell to waft away some foul smells from his face. “If you’d actually paid attention to school, you might’ve actually learned about proper weapon maintenance and appearance.”

Faris scowled over at his friend, the lone elf amongst two humans, though he didn’t adhere to the normal elven stereotype of being wise or very magical. “I paid plenty of attention in school,” he said with a flick of his hair, giving a sly smile to a couple of pretty girls walking their way. “Just not to the teachers.”

“Nope,” both of his friends said, grabbing him by the arms and walking him past the two girls before he could start flirting. The roads were congested in the middle of the day, the trio were going to a local college, but as it was the weekend they were free to do as they wanted. “Look at these guys,” Nicholas said, raising an eyebrow as he noticed a few figures looming off in a dark alley, peering out and catching the eyes of the trio.

Having been noticed, one of the figures stepped out of the shadows, a hulking beastman whose features were shadowed by the hood of his cowl. As he stepped out of the dark and into the light, they could see that he was wearing some strange cloak with sigils sewn into the black fabric, a vivid silver thread that glittered in the light of the day. He reached up and pulled down the hood to reveal his face, revealing himself to be a gnoll. The trio all did their best to hide their mix of wariness, fear, and disgust at the sight of the beastly face. Beastmen weren’t uncommon in the city, they were a part of society, but gnolls... they weren’t quite as welcome in most places. The kind were known for their beastial tendencies, their violent pasts, and their strange views that often led to people being hurt.

Seeing the reaction, the gnoll put on a surprisingly warm expression as he held his hands out to calm the trio. They could see that his muzzle had a scar that crossed the bridge of his nose, and his ear had a tear in it. “Please, calm yourselves, my friends,” he said, his voice a bit gravely and rough, but able to be heard even over the busy noises of the street. “I merely wanted to offer you a chance to defy the fates themselves and help reveal to you paths untaken in life.”

The trio looked at each other with skeptical glances, Nicholas stepping forward as he crossed his arms. “What are you talking about?”

The lead gnoll cast his arms wide, his robes billowing under his arms as he glanced off in the distance past the three. “We can foresee your pasts, the future, we can see portents of what is to come for each and every one of you!” He pointed towards each of the three, his eyes starting to glimmer with a slight golden aura.. “The magic of the mind is open to us, the gate to the future is within our grasp. We can even help weave the strands of fate itself to bow to our whim, make any future possible. For a few hundred gold, we’ll unravel the tapestry of your lives, and pick new paths you never could have dreamed.”

“Future seeing magic is a farce,” Visik said, shaking his head as he looked extremely unconvinced, “it’s never worked once as far as anyone has ever seen. At best, it’s illusion magic, and at worst it’s a con man’s lie. No matter what, you can’t predict the future, there’s no magic to do that. As for our pasts, you could do mind reading, but that proves nothing. You’re a con artist, and we don’t have time for your crap. Come on, guys.”

“Wait, are you sure?” Faris asked, looking curious as he scratched his chin, “what if he really can see the future? Altering it could make sure that we could get some hot babes, hell, what if we were able to make sure they never aged?”

His two friends gave him disgusted looks. “You’re an idiot,” Nicholas sighed, turning to face the tall gnoll, having to take a step back as the looming figure had grown closer. “Anyways, it’s like my friend said, we don’t buy your spiel. Take your strange magic and shove it,” he said with a wave of his hand.

The gnoll was surprisingly persistent though, taking a step in front of the three, giving a confident smile at them. “How about this, then? Please, one of you, come into my tent. I can show you my power, reveal the truths you hide in your minds’ deepest walls, those that not even mind reading spells could peel away. I will do all of this, and if you are not convinced, I will give you three thousand gold pieces.”

A shocked expression crossed their faces, three thousand was... a lot. “I uh... no... this is a trick,” Visik said, trying to clamp down on his own resistance, though the money was an awful lot.

“Dude, three thousand is so much money!” Faris said, looking ready to pounce on the deal already.

“Not convinced?” the gnoll purred, “then six... no, nine thousand.” His eyes were wide and glowing with that strange golden light, the three friends looking stunned at the amount. “As a sign of trust, I shall provide one thousand up front.” He gestured over to one of the others hiding in the shadows, and they stepped out, another gnoll holding a sack of gold. Handing it over to one of the three, they all gaped as they saw the pile of gold within. With a whisper of magic, Visik checked to make sure it was real.

“It’s real gold,” Visik breathed, “one thousand pieces of gold...” The trio stood in silence for a bit before Faris turned, already stepping forward. “No!’ Visik snapped, grabbing the elf’s arm before he could step forward. “Nicholas should go, he’s got some pretty decent mental resistance, and he’s a lot better at reading people than you are.”

Nicholas smiled at the compliment, but Faris looked frustrated. “Then why don’t you go, mister magic?”

“Because if something goes wrong, then I should be able to react faster,” Visik sighed, tightening the drawstring on the bag of gold. “Nicholas, are you okay going in? If not, then I think we should keep walking and turn the money back over.”

Glancing at the heavy bag of money, Nicholas couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have that much money all of a sudden. “I... think it wouldn’t be a bad idea,” he said slowly, “nine thousand gold is a lot, and this shouldn’t take too long, right?” He glanced over to the gnoll who shook his head, a confident smile on his muzzle. “I’ll go in, we’ll get this all shaken out, and then we can walk with a ton of cash.” He grinned wide as he turned to face the gnoll, giving him a defiant glare. “If you’re still willing to give up the cash, then I’ll go in and we can get this thing done.”

“Of course,” the gnoll said with a nod, seemingly unbothered by the brash nature of the young man before him. “Please, come in, your friends can wait out here,” he said with a gesture of his hand. The other two looked a little nervous, but they continued to hold onto the gold as they stayed out on the street, awaiting the return of their friend. Meanwhile, Nicholas started forward with the gnoll standing behind him, and he paused before staring back up at the gnoll.

“Just so you’re aware, I am a fighter, if you try to cause any trouble, I will make sure you regret it.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dagger, magically enchanted to fit easily into the small space. “I’m not saying this as a threat, but as a promise.”

The gnoll held his hands up in a placating manner, the smile never leaving his face even as the knife was withdrawn. His two companions, still looming in the shadows, briefly reacted at the sight of the weapon, but he calmed them with a quick glance. “Of course,” he said, “I won’t lay a hand on you without your permission,” he chuckled. “Now, please, step inside.”

The tent in question was dark save for a pair of purple flamed candles that hovered to either side of the entrance, too dim to be seen from the entrance of the alley, but illuminating the entrance from up close. Nicholas wasn’t sure he liked the ominous ambience, but he continued forward, his mind set on the treasure they’d been promised. He walked inside, brushing the tent flaps open to reveal a small space within, though a set of flaps on the other side seemed to promise something beyond as well. In the middle of the space was a table with a large orb sitting upon it, and chairs in front and behind it. “Please, take your seat,” the gnoll growled, stepping in behind Nicholas and walking around to the chair on the other side.

Nicholas hesitated, a bit taken aback at how... cheap it all seemed. To him, it seemed like the kind of charlatan act that any intelligent person wouldn’t buy into. Of course, he’d not believed the truth of the gnoll’s promises anyways, so he figured that it didn’t matter how much effort they’d put into it anyways. Taking the open seat, Nicholas sat down, and found himself staring over the orb at the taller gnoll. “Wonderful, now, please peer into the orb, young fighter,” the gnoll said, moving his hands to either side of the orb, “let its depths explore your past, exhume those things even you might have forgotten.”

For a moment Nicholas wanted to decline, feeling rather stubborn in the face of the strange gnoll... but on the other hand, he’d already come this far. Letting out a sigh, he stared at the orb, noticing how its depths seemed murky and milky. Frowning, the human leaned forward, staring deeper, trying to see past the foggy depths. Within, a golden light started to blossom, not dissimilar to the golden glow of the gnoll’s eyes. “I see... something,” Nicholas murmured, seeing the golden light slowly forming into... shapes.

The shapes were distant at first, faint, weak things. “Ah yes... your siblings,” the gnoll said, his voice seeming to come from a distance despite being just on the other side of the table. Nicholas’ eyes widened as he did indeed see his siblings, his two brothers, both of them younger than himself. He saw himself standing before them, defending them from a slime that he’d defeated in their front lawn. “You were a hero from a young age, weren’t you?” the gnoll chuckled, “always going out of your way to defend friends and family from even the smallest of threats.”

A gasp was ripped from Nicholas, he’d forgotten about that day. It hadn’t been anything too spectacular, but he’d seen the slime cornering his brothers, both of them shying away from it. WIthout thinking, he’d run to grab one of his father’s knives. Grabbing it, he’d managed to get back outside before the slime had gotten too close. With unpracticed hands, he’d managed to defeat the slime and protect his brothers. “I... how did you find this memory?”

“As I said, I can peel back the years to find anything,” the gnoll chuckled, though his voice still seemed oddly distant to Nicholas. Despite himself, the human was leaning closer, peering into the large orb, seeing that golden light distort and dance in front of his eyes. “What is next?” the gnoll purred, “perhaps memories of first meetings?”

The light changed and danced, flowing from vague shape to vague shape, until it focused in on a new trio in the orb. Once more, there was Nicholas, but to either side of him were... “Visik, Faris,” he gasped, recognizing the room they sat in. “That’s our old school,” he breathed. In the memory he was older than in the first one, but still quite younger than he was now. “That was when we first met...” he breathed.

“Yes indeed,” the gnoll purred, “another memory of the past, though not necessarily an interesting one. Let us see what sits closer to the present...”

The golden light was dancing in Nicholas’ eyes as he stared deep into the orb, trying to discern the shapes, barely recognizing how slack his body had gone. The shapes started to form once more, it transformed into his college dorm room with him lying upon the bed. A blistering shame ran over him as he recognized himself, quite naked with his dick in his hand. “Whoa, what the hell?!” he gasped, sitting back a bit, his face burning. He didn’t recognize the exact memory, but he certainly hadn’t expected such a memory to show up on the orb.

“Do not worry, I have seen worse things,” the gnoll chuckled, his voice louder and closer than it had been in a while. “But I’m seeing things here... things you keep hidden from your friends, your allies don’t know this about you...”

“K... know what?” Nicholas asked, his voice softer, eyes still unconsciously locked on the vision of himself, stroking his cock, staring at a laptop sitting upon his chest.

The image within the orb pivoted and zoomed in to show the image upon the screen of the laptop, and it revealed a pair of beastmen in the process of fucking. A massive gator man plunging his cock into a werewolf’s waiting ass, the lupine creature letting out a growl of pleasure as he was filled up. “That you’re not interested in any females at all. I’ve seen your memories within my orb, saw how you spoke to your friends about your hot girlfriends, about how you’ve fucked girls. But you never have, have you? Instead, you’ve been a fan of men since as long as you can remember, mostly beastmen from what I can tell.”

The world seemed to freeze as Nicholas panicked, none of that was right, he’d slept with plenty of girls since he’d gotten to college, and he’d never jerked off to porn featuring men. “What?! No, you’re lying!” he snarled, trying to yank himself from his chair. His body didn’t move though, he merely leaned in closer, the golden light overwhelming his gaze, showing him the vision of the supposed past. It zoomed out to reveal the visual of himself, pinching his nipples, moaning as he stroked his cock. “[i]Fuck, I wish that was me...[/i]” the vision moaned, it was in his voice, and that did look like his cock. “What the hell is this?! This isn’t me, I didn’t do this!”

“You can try and lie to me,” the gnoll said, “but you cannot lie to the orb. It sees your past, it only tells the truth.” The orb seemed to glow brighter, the golden light seeming to grow in intensity, Nicholas’ eyes reflecting the brightening light as he seemed to hesitate. “I do not judge, I only show the truth, young adventurer,” the gnoll purred.

It was a lie... it HAD to be a lie... right? Nicholas hesitated before trying to shake his head, he didn’t remember ever jerking off to beastman porn. “No... no it can’t be right, it isn’t right.”

“But what of the time you went to a beastman bar?” the gnoll asked. The image changed, and it fast forwarded to Nicholas standing in line, a lone human amongst several taller and beefier beastmen. The image fast forward again to Nicholas in the club, dancing in a crowd of large masculine figures, blushing as he was being bounced around. “You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself then.” Despite Nicholas’ certainty moments before, he felt... a tingle of something at the back of his mind, memories... memories he didn’t immediately recognize. He suddenly saw through his own eyes, peering up at so many handsome faces, beastial, all of them male.

“I... no... I didn’t...” Nicholas flushed as the orb’s contents changed again, and then he was in the bathroom of the bar. A gnoll pushed him inside, locking the door behind them as he tripped his shirt off. “That’s... not real,” Nicholas murmured, but he was entranced by the scene in the orb.

“You’re a bit of a freak, aren’t you?” the gnoll cackled, stripping his shirt off as Nicholas’ past self stared up at him with a needy look on his face. “I guess you can start with my pits, then you can get to work on my cock.”

“Y... yes, sir...” the past Nicholas moaned, unbuttoning his own pants as he pushed into the gnoll’s hairy armpit. The modern Nicholas gasped as his mind flashed back to the powerful scent, the musky armpit, the hair practically entering his nostrils as he sniffed and licked the sweaty gnoll’s armpit. “Oh fuck...” he gasped, his pants suddenly tightening as the memory flicked arousal inside of him. “I... oh god... no, that’s not me...” he pleaded, but even then he couldn’t stop watching.

The past version of himself licked and sniffed, rubbing his face in that hairy pit, the gnoll over him watching on with a satisfied smile. He had already undressed, revealing his huge veiny cock, waiting to be attended to. “You’ve been hiding this side of yourself not only from your friends, but yourself,” the gnoll prompted, “trying to lie, to pretend that you’re just another normal human. But you’ve never been a normal human, have you?”

Shame burned through Nicholas, shame mixed with arousal, he couldn’t believe how hot he was feeling as he was watching himself worship the body of a beastman... a gnoll no less. “I... I don’t remember...” Nicholas breathed, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry, his pants very tight as his erection pressed into the fabric. His mind was suddenly “remembering” things about himself, about how he’d claimed to his friends to have made out with a girl, but he never had. How he’d found porn of beastmen online, and how he’d fallen in love with it. How he’d imagined day after day of getting those big sweaty pits in his face, of getting boned by a super hung gnoll. “No... you’re doing something...” His eyes were glowing gold, just as the gnoll’s were, his memories being rearranged as his thoughts were jumbled by a mix of magic and arousal.

The memory moved forward, of Nicholas kneeling before the gnoll, giving him a blowjob, and then laying down on the cold floor of the bathroom. The gnoll stepped on his face, giving him plenty of sweaty paws to lick. Nicholas “remembered” that too, being into big sweaty paws, getting plenty of greasy gnoll sweat all over his face. The human grew quiet, his face bright red, his heart pounding loudly in his ears, his pants so tight. “I can’t... I can’t believe it...” he mumbled, feeling only slightly embarrassed about how clearly erect he was. “You’re telling the truth... you can see the past... can you really see the future too?”

“Oh yes,” the gnoll purred, his face pulled into a huge smile, “in fact, I can do better than that. I can show you the future, bring you everything you wanted.” Nicholas’ eyes were finally able to leave the orb, staring up into the golden eyes of the gnoll. “It’s clear that you’ve always wanted gnolls in your life, no... I can see it now. You’ve wanted to embrace BEING a gnoll, is that correct?”

Nicholas’ eyes glittered with the golden aura of magic as he started to nod, his memories rearranging themselves, aligning themselves to the gnoll’s words. “Yes... yes, you’re right,” he whimpered, feeling so horny. “How can I do it? Can you help me?”

In Nicholas’ pocket, his phone buzzed as his friends attempted to reach out, but he was caught too deep in the gnoll’s spell already. “Oh yes, I can. You’re in luck,” the gnoll chuckled, “I am Charkl, the leader of the Gnolls of the Magic Eye,” the gnoll introduced, standing and giving a slight bow. “I can welcome you into our midst, help you become what you’ve always craved.”

Though mere minutes before Nicholas had never dreamed or desired anything to do with gnolls, suddenly it seemed so deeply important to him. “Please, sir, show me what to do,” he moaned. Charkl gestured for him to follow, and the human walked past the table, following the gnoll out the other side of the tent into a larger room beyond. Though the tent had been set up in an alley, it entered into a large grassy clearing beyond, a magical exit that deposited them far from where they’d been moments before.

“Strip,” Charkl commanded, and the human did so with trembling hands. His eyes were still glowing gold as he glanced around the clearing, seeing many other gnolls there, all of them stripped down to nothing but their fur. All of them male, all of them staring on with golden eyes and wide grins. Many of them had several runes drawn upon them, resembling the same runes that Charkl’s robe had. The gnoll quickly disrobed, revealing his massive frame, his muscled torso, and his erect shaft. “Kneel, new prospect,” the gnoll commanded.

Dropping to his knees in the middle of the clearing, Nicholas couldn’t believe it was happening, his dreams were about to come true. He vaguely recalled something important... his friends... something was... wrong... He couldn’t pull the thoughts together though, he was too deep in the spell, his arousal throbbing between his legs. He’d thrown away his weapon and his cellphone, leaving himself completely bare, clearly uncaring as he stared up at the towering figure of Charkl. “Please... let me join you,” he moaned, blushing heavily as he imagined digging his face into the gnoll’s hairy pits, of jerking off that thick cock.

“Of course, that is why we are here,” Charkl growled, gesturing to his cock. “Worship me, and the change shall start.” He barely had to invite Nicholas for the human to leap forward, leaning forward and starting to lick at the gnoll’s musky and sweaty shaft. His tongue tingled as he started to lick it, his gag reflex kicking in for a moment before he swallowed it down, adoring the taste of the beast’s greasy cock. Nicholas moaned as he tried to slide himself down upon the huge manhood, his mouth being filled to the brim by Charkl’s girthy cock.

Charkl grinned, picking up his huge paw and pressing it against Nicholas’ cock, pressing it upwards and rubbing his thick black pads over the tender flesh. Nicholas moaned and squirmed, his cock feeling amazing against the thick and rough pad. He couldn’t do much more than moan and gasp, his eyes glowing a brighter gold by the moment, his body starting to grow. It was subtle at first, but already his thin and unimpressive human body started to swell, the bare amounts of hair on his skin starting to thicken and darken by the moment.

The gnolls watching from all corners of the glade started to growl and pant as they watched another human caught in the spell, their own cocks dripping and exuding a heady musky smell as they watched eagerly. “A new member wants to join us, become us, embrace us,” Charkl growled, barely making any noticeable noises even as the human sloppily licked and sucked on his cock. “His body weak, his mind open, memories turned to the future of the Magic Eye!”

“The Magic Eye,” a chorus of growls echoed through the clearing. Nicholas moaned at the sound of the name, his mind filled with the image of the golden glowing light in the orb, of the light gleaming in Charkl’s eyes. His muscles popped and swelled, his balls ached as they started to grow and sink with the new weight, his cock growing harder and thicker, but he wouldn’t be allowed to cum anytime soon.

“He has seen the truth of his past, acknowledged his desires, and has pleaded with me to bring him into our fold,” Charkl announced, holding his hands aloft as if in benediction. His cock throbbed and pulsed in Nicholas’ mouth, drips of pre sliding down the human’s tongue, his eyes rolling back as he couldn’t help but moan. His memories were being doused in the golden light, everything sliding into place, the “memories” becoming truer, his past becoming molded by the power. They hadn’t gone down that street accidentally, no, Nicholas had heard rumors of the Magic Eye, of the possibility that he might be able to finally become who he truly was.

Nicholas moaned and growled, his noises becoming deeper, more gutural, his body growing by the moment with new fur sprouting all over, a light brown fur sprouting over his body dotted with large circles of darker brown. With every passing second, his cock was becoming less human, and more canine in shape, his balls being coated with a thickening growth of fur. “He desires the absolution of gnoll kind, for us to lead him to his intended future, the Magic Eye.”

“The Magic Eye,” the crowd said in unison once more, the light pulsed brighter in Nicholas’ head, his mind soaking in the magic. His teeth sharpened into fangs, though he was careful not to let them touch Charkl’s cock. His human tongue flattened and lengthened, becoming more similar to a canine tongue, running out and slipping over his darkening lips around the contour of the other male’s thick shaft. His face cracked and popped outwards into a growing muzzle, his nose flattening out into the nostrils of a canine, a thick and heavy black nose that glistened with moisture.

As the human became increasingly gnoll in body and in mind, the flaps to the tent opened once more and the two gnolls from outside slipped inside. With a snap, the magic that held the portal open to the other side was banished, leaving Faris and Visik far away from the initiation of their friend. By the time the two walked back down the alley to check in, the tent would be gone, and there would be no sign of anything or anyone. The only thing remaining behind was the bag of one thousand gold, paltry considering their friend had vanished.

The two gnolls slipped their own robes off, one of them approaching Charkl and Nicholas, and he stepped behind the changing man. Nicholas’ ass was growing thicker, fur spreading across the bare human cheeks. The gnoll slipped his cock inside of Nicholas, the changing human bucking and moaning as he continued to give Charkl a blowjob. He couldn’t stop, the spell wasn’t complete, he wasn’t done yet. “We come to the end of the ritual, this new gnoll is soon to be ours in body and in mind, but the last thing we need to give him is a proper gnoll name.”

The new tail was one of the last things to grow from Nicholas, the furry appendage wagging wildly as Nicholas humped against the cult leader’s foot. He was drawing deep breaths, enraptured by the heavy scent of musk, sweat, and sex in the air. He was desperate to get Charkl to cum, but though the gnoll’s balls were heavy with potential seed, he did not cum just yet. “Today, as a new member of the Magic Eye.”

“The Magic Eye,” this time two new voices joined in, but the woods grew silent afterwards, waiting for the new name.

“We give you the new name, a proper gnoll name, of Nargrath,” Charkl announced. With that, he orgasmed into the new gnoll’s mouth, filling his mouth and coating his throat with his heavy musky seed. From behind the new gnoll, the other gnoll came inside of him, coating his ass with a heavy load. Nargrath’s eyes rolled back as he came all over the foot of his new leader, his body spasming several times, his mind newly complete as he marinated in his new existence and the powerful musk of his fellow gnolls.

Eventually the two gnolls pulled out, Nargrath slipping to the ground as he panted, reeking of cum and sweat as he stretched out, testing his new body. “Rise, newest member of the Magic Eye,” Charkl commanded.

Without needing prompting, Nargrath spoke in tandem with the other members of the cult. “The Magic Eye.” He stood up, eyes burning with the same golden light, his face pulled into a fierce smile. “Thank you, sir,” he said with a bow, his muzzle and ass dripping with cum.

“Another new member,” Charkl announced, turning his gaze to the surrounding gnolls, ,” and another soul for our pack. We grow stronger with every new initiate. One day, we will be strong enough to show the world the power of the Magic Eye, but until then we wait.”

All of the gnolls nodded their agreement, cocks rigid, eyes wide, and mouths open as they panted. The moment Charkl stepped back, the newest member of their pack was tackled down and fucked by gnoll after gnoll, licking feet, sniffing armpits, and being used as the newest sex toy. When the sex was done, they would sleep, and then they would turn to the next opportunity to find more recruits. Their magic was potent, and anyone who gazed into the Magic Eye would find themselves begging to join.