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This is a story commission I've done for Bionet

Link to chapter 3: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2146115

Description: A rampaging brute, Thunderbane seeks to leave his mark on the world by creating a name for himself. After being thwarted by an ingenious goat during what seemed to be an easy village raid, the wolftaur's ambitions are caged--quite literally. Forced to forge a pact with a mysterious sorceress, the two set their eyes on a new conquest.

Will their nefarious plans come to fruition? Or will humiliation catch up once again with Thunderbane? Read to find out!

Characters belong to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bionet/

***The Bane of Thunderbane Chapter 4***

Days passed in a flurry of activity as Thunderbane and Heidrun prepared for their assault on Belinda's keep. Scouting was all he could reasonably do, relaying all the necessary information to Heidrun so that she could adapt to recent developments.

Not that there were too many of those. Belinda struck him as the complacent sort, like many sorcerers of her status.

And why wouldn’t she be? Those who commanded magic seldom spared a thought to the world outside their keep unless it served their interests.

That ended today.

“You will be Thunderbane the Unbreakable,” Heidrun spoke one of her many platitudes while outfitting him with enchanted armor. “There is no one that can stand in your way. Stick to your role, follow the plan, and you’ll get to fuck ripe cunt at the end of all this.”

“Hrmph…” Thunderbane snorted in disbelief with the bovine’s words.

Heidrun took that as defiance, which further added to the wolftaur’s amusement. Pretty words never served anyone. He would believe them when her work was put to the test.

At first glance, the mundane plates and chain mail that made up his armor appeared quite normal. The only thing that stood between him and a sword between the plates and through his ribs was Heidrun’s promise that no mortal-forged weapons could pierce through his layer of protection. Her claims referred not only to mundane projectiles and weapons, but also to the immunity it granted against Belinda's arsenal of spells.

Heidrun had also made certain to include protection for his vulnerable crotch area. It did not sit well with his ego, to have his malehood smothered by some padded crotch covering, but Heidrun insisted. Bayleigh had likely shared the details of Thunderbane's earlier humiliation with her fox sorceress ally, and Heidrun wished leave nothing to chance.

“Cease your squirming, wolf,” the sorceress groaned at his constant shifting. “Unless you want your balls made into wrinkled prunes from a decay spell.”

“Grrh…” Thunderbane’s growl dissipated as soon as it came. He did not like his balls touched, let alone squashed against his underbelly, but Heidrun made a point.

“Good,” his captor-turned-ally stepped back to inspect her work. A circle around him later, and the sorceress mounted him as if a horse, holding onto the handle of the saddle she insisted he wore.

“You know what to do. And don’t run. You know I’m not the underwear-wearing type.”

Of course. Wouldn’t want to get her cunt all raw from the friction…

Thunderbane marched across the dawn-lit landscape in silence. While the weight of the bovine sorceress bothered him to no end at first, it now filled him with unexpected relief. Combat jitters had never afflicted Thunderbane, but when it came to sorcerers, his paws turned all clammy from the mere thought on the damage they could inflict with their spells.

“How do you know those cracked portions in the wall haven’t been mended overnight?”

Heidrun did not answer that.

“What type of spell are you going to use? Or will it be one of those explosive concoctions you brewed some days ago?”

Again, no reply.

The saddlebag resting on his rear did not bulge out as much as he anticipated. He had expected the preparations to be far flashier, but the final result did not impress as of yet.

Thunderbane and Heidrun crept closer to the fortress, their every movement silent and stealthy. The underbrush was particularly dense in the southern region where the wall vulnerability lied, helping conceal the prowling of an agile-enough wolftaur who had learned the habits of the sentries by now.

Knots formed in the pit of the wolftaur’s stomach as his frame stopped inches from the damaged portion of the wall. Heidrun dismounted him with her due elegance, signaling him to take a few steps away from the wall.

“Do not stop your charge, no matter what,” her tone remained eerily even as a confident pupil fixated him from the corner of her eye. “Give her time to gather her wits, and we both go down.”

Thunderbane’s claws tensed, ready for action. This was simple enough. Charge the mage tower, knock Belinda down, strap her with the magic-nullifying amulet. Without her powers, the only play left to her was to forfeit her keep in exchange for the lives of the soon-to-be refugees.

Not that Thunderbane had any qualms with simply slaying everyone, but a conquest with few casualties inspired more awe than plain butchery, and stirred far less resentment too.

Heidrun adopted a sturdy stance, with legs firmly rooted as if to withstand the wall’s pushback against her spell. Her arms moved in snappy patterns, each movement causing the stones to groan and shake.

“Grrah!” An instinctive arm raised to shield the wolftaur’s eyes from the massive crash that followed. A curtain of dust engulfed him, yet none of the stones dared approach them. Heidrun hurled them all into the courtyard, thus setting the official start of their plan.

“You know what to do.”

Bells rang and shouts rivaled one another as chaos ensued.

Thunderbane sprang into action.

With a mighty roar, he charged into the keep’s courtyard, his claws clacking audibly on the stone tiles as he barreled toward the keep’s gates.

Nothing stood in his way.

Arrows bounced off his enchanted armor. The poorly-prepared guards attempting to stop his charge fell before him, left and right. Thunderbane did not even need to use his great mace to crack in any skulls. The paltry rodents were so light—so feeble—that his momentum did all the work.

“Is that all you can muster, sorceress?!” He howled his challenge at the only one capable of putting a cork into their plans. “Is cowering in fright your only response?”

Heidrun was nowhere to be seen. By now, she likely cloaked herself in her invisibility enchantment, ready to infiltrate the keep. With her focus centered on the courtyard massacre, Belinda wouldn’t stand a chance against Heidrun’s expert infiltration strategy.

The ferret archers realized the folly of trying to shoot Thunderbane down. Arrows cracked and bounced against the enchanted chainmail, safeguarding those vulnerabilities those keen-eyed cunts tried to target.

Some arrows lodged themselves into the chests and limbs of various anthros, giving Thunderbane a good cackle as he swept those pathetic creatures left and right.

“What’s with all you useless rodents?” The wolftaur’s forepaw lashed against an incoming attacker, the blow severe enough to hurl him at least a few feet into the air. “Where are the lions? The rhinos? The challenge?

Nowhere to be found, apparently. Oh well…the little ones had to make do…

Thunderbane reveled in the carnage he wrought, his armored form completely unstoppable. Swords, maces—even ballista shots did little to deter him. The latter’s punch felt like a tingle to his plate-protected hide. The magic absorbed most of the impact’s might while also deflecting most blades and blunt weapons.

Screams of pain and terror engulfed the courtyard far quicker than he expected. Thunderbane’s new thrill was to demolish smaller buildings with his magic-augmented mace. At least those put up a fight!

“Please, just—take whatever you want!” Some voice pleaded from somewhere.

“Please stop this! We can’t fight you! We surrender!”

Please this, please that…

Thunderbane paid no attention to the pathetic creatures until he demolished the house in sight, his crackling laughter filling the air.

“Whew…quite the workout this was…” the wolftaur swung his mace over his shoulder as he strolled out of the cloud of dust.

A group of kneeling guards and soldiers awaited, heads bowed, weapons placed before them in surrender.

Thunderbane’s claws pushed a sword into the fingers of a young adult fox.

“You’ll pick it up,” he sneered. “All of you will pick up your weapons and fight. Entertain me long enough, and I may consider stopping when I can no longer withstand this pathetic display.”

He turned his back to them to facilitate the process, gaze fixed on the balcony of the highest and most symbolic tower of the keep. He hated spellcasters and their insidious magic, and the idea of Heidrun facing Belinda alone suited him just fine. The thought of tearing through the castle and bringing it to its knees filled him nigh unstoppable excitement, one that he chose not to act upon.

After all, things could go sour for Heidrun. If that was to be the case, his escape would be clean and effortless. Thanks to this armor, he needed no sorceress to capture another keep elsewhere. Heidrun had already made him invincible!

*

Heidrun, meanwhile, had infiltrated the mage tower, her footsteps silenced by a simple yet effective charm as she climbed the winding staircase.

Winding staircases, towers…this was Belinda alright; all show, no taste.

Reshaping and redecorating this into a proper fortress would take time; time that she would have plenty of after ridding this land of this thorn in her side.

The door to Belinda's sanctum at least had some practicality weaved into it, a slab of iron-bound oak.

Too bad this overconfident cunt never bothered putting proper enchantments inside her own home.

With a whispered incantation, Heidrun allowed her magic to seep in and through the wood in search of the locking mechanism. A few seconds later, and the only obstacle in her path cracked open.

"So, you've come for me at last…”

Belinda reclined into a posh armchair, the dark pink of her paw pads staring Heidrun in the face.

Quite the bold statement for a defeated.

“You could say that. Another way to put it is that I’m here to rescue you from the dreariness of this utterly pointless existence.”

The bovine sorceress disintegrated the coffee table Belinda leaned her feet on to force the buxom fox into a more proper—and ready—position. “How about you put those dainty toes of yours to work by going out on that balcony to announce your surrender?”

“Hmpf…” the corners of Belinda’s muzzle twitched with a snarky smirk. “You always did cut straight to the chase, like those prematurely ejaculating males.”

“Pleasure is pleasure,” Heidrun shrugged while scouting the large and ostentatious room in order to better acclimate herself with Belinda’s more recent habits. “Some of us just want to get to the point.”

“Seems you’ve got it all worked out, then.” With a flick of her wrist and a twirl of her fingers, Belinda assembled a stack of tomes from her bookcase to act as a makeshift support for her feet yet again. “Why not let me sip my tea in peace while you go out there and make your proclamation? My men aren’t dumb; they can put the two and two together.”

A robe attempted to engulf Heidrun out of nowhere. The bovine sorceress immediately cut it into ribbons with defensive air magic, turning her contemptuous glare on her opponent.

Belinda merely rolled her eyes. “I’ve only a limited number of those, you know. They’re fashionable. Most importantly, they’re my colors. Must I really lay it out for you? Or has the wilderness irreversibly dull you?”

Heidrun didn’t act; not yet.

What game was Belinda playing? Were the robes enchanted with anti-magic runes? When the second one fluttered out of the closet and embraced Heidrun, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“I must say, you do make a fine keep master, Heidrun,” the fox’ toes twitched in excitement as she watched Heidrun tentatively slip her arms through the sleeves. “It’s a much better life than…wherever it is you live these days. Swamps? The arse-end of the woods?”

As Heidrun inched closer to the relaxed fox, her paws fell back down on the floor, betraying the slightest crack in her cool demeanor.

She was afraid, as she should be.

“You always were the lesser pupil, Belinda.” Heidrun attempted to elevate the fox’ feet back into their position, but found herself unable to.

In the end, she did ward herself against magic. To what degree, she didn’t know.

Oh well…

Heidrun did that task manually, drawing a giggle from the fox. “The first time you’ve touched me in years, and that is where you choose to start.”

Heidrun had her reasons, and her gathered information perplexed her. Belinda’s pads should have been icy with fright, but instead, they radiated the warmth of confidence.

“You’ve only got several minutes left inside your home,” Heidrun ran her thumbs over the surface of the fox’s pads in the way she remembered. “Since you’ve been courteous to me, I plan to return the favor. This might very well be the last time those soft paws of yours remain dry and warm.”

“Oh, I’ll get used to it. Just like you did.” Belinda jerked her paw back from the bovine’s grasp, crossing her legs. “Have a little faith in me, will you?”

The amber-eyed fox gave Heidrun a sly smile as she returned to cupping the mug between her hands.

Her physique was the only thing that grew since Heidrun had last seen the one who used to be her best friend and lover. Not that she minded it! The curvaceous shapes of the fox, although robed, still had the power of spawning tingles between her legs, calling back to all the pleasurable moments they shared together.

Belinda’s betrayal did not even sting that much anymore. The years had dulled that down into grudge-filled apathy and disgust towards choices Heidrun would never accept nor understand. They could have been so great together…

“Oh, is that what you want? A little lookie?” The fox pulled aside her robe to let her generous breasts loose. The dark pink of her nipples contrasted oh so delightfully on the white background of her chest fur.

Heidrun barely had time to properly assess their slight yet immensely appealing sag before the fox took that away from her, possibly forever.

“Well, it is just a preview,” Belinda giggled as she wiggled in her armchair teasingly. “You know the rules. Your turn.”

Heidrun scoffed at that delinquent level of thinking, her eyebrows arching into a dark scowl. “Your men are dying, and you want to play games with me?”

That killed all fun off Belinda’s face. “Oh very well…”

Belinda hovered the mug over to a table and stood, her vulpine features all the more imposing now that she matched Heidrun’s height. “Go ahead and get your premature orgasm. Not like I could ever teach you otherwise."

Heidrun sighed in relief at that. In the end, she really did read Belinda all too well.

"Glad we can still see eye to eye on this matter, fox," she replied, her voice tinted by creeping disdain for Belinda and her inane teasing. "Gather your things while I claim your keep, and be thorough. I know how much you cherish your pampered existence."

Yet, when the turn came for Heidrun to open the balcony’s door and speak the words that would make her the lord of this keep, it refused to budge.

She tried again, and again, yet the handle remained stubborn.

A flutter of anxiety penetrated Heidrun’s heart. What was this mutiny?! It looked so flimsy too! Just a wooden frame and glass that she could just punch through!

Upon doing that, the pain in her wrist was all the result she got.

“Belinda!” Heidrun turned to the fox, eyes gaped in anger-filled disbelief. “What have you—what is this?!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” The fox rushed to cup Heidrun’s hand and work a simple healing spell to soothe the discomfort. “I forgot I enchanted it after some burglars—well, it’s a long story! Just unlock it like you did my chamber. It’s the same spell, really!”

Heidrun’s magic obtained no results either, causing the bovine’s emotions to cascade through various states. What started as amused surprise cycled through nagging mistrust before souring into seething anger for being toyed with yet again.

“What is the meaning of this?!” She turned on the fox like a storm, her hands held in defensive position in anticipation of a spell.

“Hrmph…” Belinda quirked an eyebrow at Heidrun’s tense and gasping form. “Maybe you aren’t the prodigal sorceress you believe yourself to be.”

Wha—how could she—this wasn’t what was promised!

Heidrun froze. She shouldn’t have; not in the presence of a fox.

But still she did.

“Oh, Heidrun…” the fox instantly disarmed Heidrun by calmly walking up to her to pull aside her robe and expose her curvy breasts. “I haven’t forgotten how beautiful you are. I think it’s time we share this beauty with the rest of the world in its pure, naked form.”

Before Heidrun had time to recover her bearing, the cunning fox slapped an enchanted collar onto her neck, one that strangled the connection between her and magic. Her robes—both of them—turned into thousands of ribbons, exposing the entirety of her body to the fox’ salacious glare.

“Mmmm yes, that’s it,” Belinda drew back to admire Heidrun’s sagging udder that her arms couldn’t possibly shield from view. “You’ll make for an excellent display indeed….”

*

Thunderbane's rampage continued unabated. Nothing and no one stood in the way of his enchanted armor. Buildings crumbled under the mighty blows of his mace. The guards fumbled around like headless chicken, no longer bothering to attempt an attack against him.

Why weren’t they fleeing the keep, however? They scurried like rats into whatever places of hiding they found, but no fleeing.

Curious.

“Thunderbane!” A booming, magically-enchanted voice sounded from the balcony.

The wolftaur looked up to see the burgundy-clad fox, looking as regal as ever.

Why was the whore clothed? Wasn’t Heidrun supposed to—

“I believe I have something of yours!”

A helpless Heidrun writhed and likely wailed within that translucent bubble of magical energy that Belinda encased her in. The conniving fox purposefully floated Heidrun above the courtyard for all to see, a malicious grin spread over her muzzle.

“Isn’t she beautiful? You would know. Surely a mighty wolf like you tasted that ripe cunt of hers!”

Heidrun’s perky breasts and udder swung along with her blows, drawing raucous laughter from the emerging survivors. The sight of his ally, naked and vulnerable and useless , sent a shockwave of dread through Thunderbane.

Fury ignited within him, causing him to hurl his mace at Belinda.

Only, Belinda was no mere opponent. Her mastery of spells and magical wards made this battle an extremely one-sided one, given how easily she deflected his mace.

Thunderbane grabbed and tossed whatever he could find at her, but Belinda effortlessly deflected his attacks with her magic, her laughter ringing out over and over and over again. Each time he struck, she employed new methods to deal with his projectiles as is to illustrate her creativity in dealing with threats.

The wolftaur’s confidence turned to water, as did the last sword he threw at her.

Belinda reveled in his struggle, her taunting full of unhinged merriness. "Did you truly believe you could stand a chance against me, Thunderbane? Your strength is nothing compared to the power of magic. You are as much a pawn in this game as your pitiful sorceress friend."

Despite her taunts, Thunderbane refused to admit defeat. Desperation fueled his determination to get to her, but every attempt was thwarted by invisible blows from every side. It was as if the very air punched at him, tossing him back and forth as he did his opponents earlier.

“What do you say? Had you enough of this dancing?”

The earth moved under him. Stone melted like quicksand under his paws, then hardened just as fast, trapping him in place. An ethereal yet noticeable presence dabbed and caressed his tailhole—the only unprotected area on his body—causing his hairs to stand on end.

Not that! Anything but that!

“Cheer up, Thunderbane. It only feels rough at first.”

Thunderbane howled in rage-filled bliss as an electric shock surged through him and straight into his prostate, causing the wolftaur’s head to slump in shock. His eyes never scrunched so hard, nor had a crotch-covering ever felt more oppressive as his half-erect cock ejaculated into it from the sheer might of this overpowering and shame-filled delight.

“…believe….ready to….subdued, but first…his crotch covering…cum properly

Belinda’s words came out muffled to his strained senses. The presence persisted inside him, ramming at his insides with throbbing precision. As the earth spat Thunderbane out, the wolftaur remained on his side, his limbs twitching in unison with his spurts.

Manic laughter exploded all around him as the pressure exerted by his crotch protection vanished. Now out in the open, his cock lurched and bobbed while spitting his essence, his release augmented by a perverted touch that released his knot free from his sheath.

“That’s quite the ripe knot,” a female deer said to him while she cradled and caressed his balls.

Thunderbane’s tear-filled eyes shifted to Heidrun who now lied down beside him, hands tied to her back, her udder fondled reverently by a fascinated impala.

“And this is quite the plump udder. We’ve got a lot to work with, don’t we?”

Little by little, his armor—his source of invincibility—was being torn free from his being, and all he could do was groan and twitch in perverse elation while these ants—these helpless bugs—crawled over him to celebrate their dominion over him.

***End of chapter 4***

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