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It wasn’t every day that several city blocks suddenly lost connection with the outside world, but that was exactly what happened that morning when everyone within the residential complex that was located on the south side mysteriously dropped off of the face of the earth. Anything that attempted to make contact with it had the calls either dropped or came back with nothing but static, and when emergency personnel vehicles were called to the scene in order to perform wellness checks they also vanished without a trace. After the first round of people disappeared no one dared step foot within the boundaries of the residential complex and rumors began to circulate on what possibly happened. Everything from alien abductions to a secret government experiment gone wrong floated around and as the hours turned to days with still no contact for anything that was within the residential complex a few brave souls attempted to venture forth armed with cameras and GPS trackers, only for the exact same thing to happen to them the second they stepped past the short brick wall that encircled the place.

One of those brave souls was Bengal, the chimera looking at the gate to the residential complex that separated the rest of the city from whatever happened within its walls. “I’m not sure what you’re going in there to look for,” a voice said, prompting Bengal to look over and see a young tiger man sitting on a chair that leaned up against the brick. “But I can assure you that’s not worth it.”

“Why is that?” Bengal asked. “Have you been in there?”

“Do I look like I’ve vanished to you?” the tiger replied with a smirk before it fell off of his face. “Listen, that place is like the Bermuda triangle; the second you step foot in there it’ll be like you never existed, and whatever you’re trying to find in there I doubt it’s worth what you’re going to lose. If you want my advice I would just turn around and find your thrills somewhere else. I’ve been sitting here pretty much since it’s started and I have yet to see a soul return.”

“Surely someone has to have come out by now,” Bengal replied as he continued to stare down the street, which like the rest of the area appeared to be completely empty. “You may not have seen them but that wall isn’t that high, someone could have easily scaled it in order to get out and perhaps continue the rumor of disappearing people.”

The tiger chuckled at that and it caused the chimera to frown. “Whatever you say boss,” the tiger stated. “Listen, I hope you find or do whatever it is you’re intending to do in there, but you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t hold a candle to await your triumphant return.”

Bengal snorted through his nose and then turned back to the gate, flexing his two sets of arms before venturing forth inside. The entire reason that he was there in the first place was not only to investigate what happened to this place but end whatever had cursed it to hold those inside prisoner. The chimera was one of the few people left who could sense magic and he knew that it was some sort of spell that had ensnared this entire complex, though whether it was intentional or magic gone awry it didn’t matter to him in the slightest. As he stepped through the threshold and walked inside, feeling the tingle of arcane energy on his skin, he was there to stop whatever it was from continuing on and potentially spreading to the rest of the city as he began to look for clues.

As soon as Bengal got to the other side he turned around and saw that his hunch about this place having an overlapping pocket dimension was right. The short brick walls that had circled the complex now towered above him to the point where he had to arch his head back as the buildings that were only a few stories tall on the outside stretched to the point of being skyscrapers. Definitely a magical distortion, he thought to himself as he began to walk forward, if he could find the source of it was and destroy it then he could free all the people that were trapped within. When he walked in a few feet he could see a couple of crashed police cars and a firetruck that still had its sirens on; no doubt the sudden change of scenery had caused those who were driving them to lose their bearings and crash into one another.

Bengal looked around and found that while the cars were there the officers, firefighters, and paramedics that would have occupied them were not. He did see something that caused him pause however as he slowly leaned down and picked up the pieces of a uniform that were scattered to the ground. This was not good… whatever was distorting the area also seemed to affect those that had gone into it, which would include him eventually enough. Fortunately his somewhat magical nature would help him resist it but as he became aware of still feeling the tingle of arcane magic he knew that whatever energy permeated this place would eventually change him. He had to find the source and quick as he got up and rubbed his hands through his dark grey patterned fur before moving onward.

No sooner had Bengal moved into the city streets of the towering buildings and turned the corner did he begin to lose his sense of direction, and when he tried to turn back and go the way he came he suddenly found himself staring at a straight stretching road lined with buildings. Impossible, Bengal thought to himself, someone had created a looping dimension on top of a physical space? There’s no way that whatever caused this phenomenon to happen did so accidently, which usually meant malicious intent as he looked around for anything that could help him. Even though he was pretty sure it wouldn’t matter he scratched an X into the brick where he believed his starting point was before moving forward.

As the minutes passed and Bengal continued to walk down one of the streets he let out a sigh of frustration. He had always thought that the city was like a maze before he ventured into this place, and even with his senses tuned to the max he couldn’t find the source of the magical distortion. He was also starting to see shapes in the shadows around him and knew that his presence had not gone unobserved. While he was ready for a fight one thing that he hadn’t counted on in a magical plane of existence was hunger, his stomach rumbling as his lower set of hands went to his belly.

Even though the entire plane of existence was a labyrinthian city scape it was modeled after a real place, and after taking a few moments to orient himself using the map he had memorized before entering he found himself at a corner diner built into one of the buildings where he hoped he could salvage some food. As he got close to the tinted windows he was surprised when he could see shapes moving around within… perhaps the people that were trapped here had gotten sick of wandering the streets aimlessly and had decided to huddle into one spot to wait for rescue? Any information he could get on the phenomenon from those that were caught inside it would be extremely invaluable as he immediately turned to head into it.

When the door swung open Bengal stood there frozen at the scene that waited for him on the other side, his jaw dropping open in shock. There were nearly a dozen creatures that were inside with some sitting at the booths while others were up at the counter with two behind it serving them. He could even see someone back in the kitchen, which would normally be a typical environment in a place like this except for the fact that they were all black rubber bull men. It wasn’t just wearing some sort of rubber suit either, as Bengal’s eyes flit from one to another their featureless faces and muscular bodies all looked completely synthetic. But even the fact that they were all bulls wasn’t the weirdest part…

…it was the fact that they were all the SAME rubber bull.

The fact that everyone in this place looked like they were the same creature didn’t seem to phase anyone in the diner though and as Bengal slowly stepped forward he suddenly saw everyone stop what they were doing and turn to look at him. The chimera readied himself for a fight but after a few seconds they returned to whatever they were doing, which appeared to be enacting a facsimile of normal life as he went to the counter and sat down. “Um, hey there,” Bengal said as one of the creatures walked over to him and looked down, the chimera still slightly unnerved by his featureless bovine face. “I’m not quite sure what to order here.”

Bengal suddenly found himself with a menu in front of him, and before he could ask anything else he wordlessly walked away. It appeared that these creatures were not quite adept at communication, though it seemed that they still ate food. In such a place as a pocket dimension it was actually fairly easy to produce enough of the stuff out of just the magical energy that permeated the air, if he had a mind to do it and a better understanding of this plane he could have conjured something for himself. At the moment though he just looked down the menu and got the bull’s attention once more, pointing to the pizza that was on it before it merely nodded and wrote something down on before sliding it back to the kitchen.

While he waited for his food Bengal attempted to talk with a few of the other diners, but either they couldn’t understand what he was saying or they were just ignoring him. As he walked around he did notice something interesting, that there were people walking in and out of the diner while he was exploring around. He wasn’t quite sure what it meant other than perhaps he had bit off more than he could chew as he ventured back towards his seat when he saw the rubber bull come back with an entire pizza on a serving tray. When he sat back down he noticed a piece of paper slipped in underneath the metal and at first he thought it was his bill before finding that it was a blank piece of paper with a single word written on it.

“Theseus,” Bengal read out loud, flipping the sheet over to find that there was nothing else written on it as he scratched his head. “Theseus… as in Theseus and the minotaur? Of course, that would make sense given the manner of creature around here, and that also means that this place is a literal maze… which means that it has an end to it.”

The rumble in his stomach reminded Bengal of his hunger and as he ate the entire pizza he continued to try and study the note for clues as he recalled the mythical legend. Theseus had been made as a sacrifice to the minotaur that lived in a giant maze, but using golden thread he managed to not only defeat the beast but also escape. There were also a couple of other details in the story like how the minotaur was created but that probably wasn’t relevant to his current predicament; the main ideas of the story was that if he was considered Theseus then he would need to vanquish something and find the means to escape. As he looked around the area none of these creatures were eyeing him up or attempting to fight him, which means if there was a literal minotaur it wouldn’t be any of these bulls and it was likely they were roaming the streets.

As Bengal finished the entirety of the pizza he let out a burp of satisfaction and then flagged down the bull to ask what he owed. When the faceless creature just looked at him and did nothing the chimera asked if it was free, and when he got no response from that he just slid off the seat and said he was going to go. As soon as his feet hit the floor however he nearly collapsed and stagged forward, feeling extremely unbalanced as he grabbed onto a nearby wooden pole for support. Once he had regained his balance enough he looked down and his eyes widened as he saw that the heavy orange talons that usually capped his draconic feet were gone and the tips of his toes were coated with shiny black rubber instead.

Bengal quickly stumbled out of the diner as he felt his feet continue to transform, eventually causing him to fall into the street on his back as he felt the muscles and bone shifting. Whether it was the food or being in the company of all those other creatures the magic seemed to be corrupting him more quickly, eating through his resistances in order to transform him into what he had just seen. As he was about to stand up to try and get back on his mutated feet however a shadow suddenly loomed over him and before he could roll out of the way a heavy red rubber hoof pressed down on his chest and pinned him to the ground. As Bengal managed to shift his position enough he looked up and saw that it belonged to a huge humanoid bull creature, but unlike the others he had seen this one had all its features as it gave him a fanged grin while staring down with glowing red eyes.

This was definitely the minotaur.

As the golden ring in its snout lowered down towards him Bengal braced himself for whatever attack was about to come next, but to his surprise as soon as it got close enough to his muzzle their lips met in a kiss. With the incredibly flexible body of the other creature it could continue to pin him down with his hoof while still engaging in the sloppy embrace as the Chimera felt an intense heat of arousal building in him. In a very short time the resistance that he had attempted to put up against this admittedly handsome creature eroded away and he found himself leaning into the kiss, allowing the rubbery tongue to slide inside of him while the weight of the metal ring rested against his own nose. Even as the lust began to quickly fog his mind he wondered why this creature hadn’t attempted to attack him in the first place as he eyes glazed over, but that was when he remembered the food he had just consumed and the fact that it was concentrated magical energy that belonged to this creature.

Energy that it appeared to want back, Bengal’s spine arched in pleasure he could feel the arcane magic that had been inside of him start to flow upwards while the tongue pushed down. As the minotaur’s thick rubber appendage slid deeper inside of his maw the chimera could feel it begin to thicken as well as take on a rather familiar shape, his eyes widening as it began to transform into a cock that he couldn’t help but start to suck on while it slid between his fangs. Bengal let out a muffled grunt as it began to push down into his throat, but the reason his four arms were attempting to pull the creature off was because the sensations of cramping in his feet intensified and he could see the rubber starting to spread.

Bengal managed to let out a muffled grunt even with the head of the cock tongue visibly pushing out his neck as he watched his already mutated toes begin to merge together, feeling them melt and morph until they were indistinguishable from one another. His legs quivered as the minotaur sucked more of the energy out of him, taking the features of his legs as the black rubber began to cascade up his shins while still retaining quite a bit of their musculature. His cock was also completely erect and throbbing and as his muzzle continued to get stretched open he felt a rubber hand stroke against the sensitive flesh and caused his entire body to quiver. As Bengal laid there unable to do much more than flail his arms around he could feel something happening to his maleness, feeling it grow longer and thicker while in the grasp of the other male before he finally reached orgasm.

As Bengal’s hips thrusted up into the air however he felt nothing came out, and as the rubber minotaur pulled his crimson head away he saw that his ridged length had been replaced with a thick shiny shaft, the black rubber pulsating as it took on more bovine characteristics while still pushing out with more length even in the midst of his climax. The sensations were so overwhelming that it caused the chimera to writhe on the street until the cascading pleasure was finished, and as he laid there he saw the minotaur continue to stand over him. Though Bengal wanted to reach up and try to strangle the creature it had sapped all the energy out of him, and as he looked at the groin of the bull man he noticed that the crimson shaft that dangled there didn’t look like it had before. It had a much more familiar shape and as he saw the ridges form along the length his eyes widened as he realized that this minotaur had just stolen his cock!

“It seems you’re starting to get the idea here,” the minotaur said in a low, smooth voice as he pulled his foot off. As it left his chest Bengal saw that it was also no longer a hoof, instead it was very much draconic in nature and even covered with the dark red rubber he knew that those feet belonged to him. “That was very tasty, and since you enjoyed the accommodations of my realm I thought that it be only fair that you returned the favor. You are quite the meal though so I’m going to have to save you for later, but do continue to enjoy the pleasures of my realm and wander where you wish now that I have a means to find you.”

Bengal wasn’t quite sure what the minotaur meant until he tapped his muzzle, which was lacking the gold ring that had pierced his bovine snout. He also suddenly became aware of a heavy weight that hung from his own nostrils and though he didn’t need it he brought his hand up and felt the cool metal of the ring that had somehow been pierced through his own nostrils without him realizing. As the chimera struggled to get to his feet to retort the minotaur already had started to walk down the street once more, turning the corner and disappearing while he struggled to get used to his new hooves. When he finally got the hang of them enough in order to move he made his way as quickly as he could to try and give chase to the minotaur, only to skid to a stop and nearly fall over when he turned the corner and saw that the rubber man had disappeared.

When it was clear the owner of this realm had gotten the upper hand on him Bengal snorted and stamped his foot against the ground before realizing that was a bit uncharacteristic of him. The magic of this realm was clearly still affecting him and he needed to get out of here, but this place was literally a maze and not even radio or cell signals could get out much less himself. But he also knew that it wouldn’t be long before the minotaur came back to finish the job and after giving a brief tug on the new hardware in his nose he knew that he was marked this time. As he looked back at the diner that had been his first ambush point he did know two things as he started down the road once more; this creature was basing things off of the myth, and with that being the case there was one thing he could start looking for in order to get out of here.

With everything looping back on itself it was hard for Bengal to identify where the shop that he intended on finding was, but eventually he found enough landmarks to orient himself in this maze so that he could find what he was looking for. He had also attempted to do the same thing to try to find the exit but as he had expected the minotaur wasn’t going to let him out so easily, finding once more that the area where the entrance to the residential complex should be only looped back on itself. One time he did also try and just go in one direction to see how many times it would look and it didn’t take long before he hit the wall that he had first seen when he got in. That meant that the plane wasn’t infinite, Bengal mused to himself as he headed to his actual destination, and it also meant there had to be a way out since it allowed people to come in.

Bengal’s attention focused once more on the task at hand however when he found what he was looking for, opening the door to the embroidery shop and closing it behind him. One other thing he had been noticing as he was walking around was that the shadows of people that he had been seeing in the streets were becoming more cohesive by the second, which as the rubber on his groin and legs had continued to slowly spread it meant that he was still being corrupted by the magic of the realm and brought into the fold. The missing people of this residential complex hadn’t just been inducted, these bull drones were woven into the very fabric of the place in order to fuel it.

One of those rubber creatures was standing behind the counter and turned to face him as he came in, tilting his head in question as Bengal’s own rubber hooves clopped nosily on the floor to head towards him. He didn’t bother talking verbally to him and instead made the motion of writing in the air to hopefully indicate that he wanted a pen and paper. It was an idea that he had gotten from the diner when he saw the writing on the slip and wondered if the one that was behind that counter had been the one to give him the clue as he watched the bull drone rummage around for a bit. Eventually he came back with a pen and paper and Bengal quickly wrote down the words golden thread and a question mark before turning it and showing it to the man.

The rubber bull nodded and as Bengal was about to follow he noticed something out of the corner of his eye that caused him to turn his head. For the briefest of moments he thought he saw someone that wasn’t one of these identical rubber bulls, but when he tried to look out of the window they appeared to have vanished. There was a moment where he thought about trying to follow him out but he heard a noise and turned to see that the bull drone was trying to bring his attention over to him. Though he was curious on what he saw this was the lead he was tracking down and went over to see if the shop owner had found what he was looking for.

Once he had gotten up to where the bull was Bengal was immediately presented with a ball of glimmering golden yarn, his eyes widening slightly at how shiny it was as he took it and unraveled a few inches. From the feel of it the material was made of some sort of latex and that was probably just part of the realm; if anything it meant that it was more keyed into this realm as he nodded to the bull drone and give him a thumbs up. While he wasn’t sure if the creature understood him it appeared the concept of payment was not necessary here, which meant that he could just take the ball of golden yarn and leave. It made him wonder since he didn’t start off with it how it might work, possibly letting it roll in the street to hopefully guide him back to the entrance as he went to put the ball into his satchel.

Bengal suddenly let out a yelp as he felt his upper arms get pulled backwards, nearly stumbling back until he hit something very sturdy behind him as the ball of gold yarn was taken from him. “Looks like we got someone trying to be a hero,” the minotaur growled as the chimera tried to push away, only to have the bull drone grab onto his lower pair of arms and with their combined strength keep them in place. “I don’t think that this yarn would lead you to where you want to go, but I can make sure that it’ll take you to places that you hadn’t dreamed of before.”

It wasn’t long before Bengal felt the surprisingly durable rubber string get wrapped all the way up his forearms, binding his upper arms into place while he continued to try and get the lower ones out of the grasp of the bull drone. “You can’t just keep doing this!” Bengal said with a snarl as he tried to kick back, only to find that his hooves remained planted on the ground and were unresponsive to his commands. “Even if I don’t stop you the fact you enslaved this entire residential complex means that there will be others like me coming here to do it!”

“That’s good,” the minotaur replied with a chuckle, causing Bengal to shiver despite himself. “Not only can they receive the same pleasures that you are while being lost in my maze but I can use their magical energy to finally expand beyond the confines of these walls. All my bull drones are quite happy here too, go ahead and ask them… ah, but you can’t hear what they have to say, luckily I can fix that.”

Bengal let out a loud grunt as he felt the tongue of the creature once more against his face, but this time it wasn’t heading towards his mouth as it slithered upwards. His breath caught in his throat as he felt it tickle against the inside of his large ear, but with the minotaur’s arms now around his waist and his upper arms pinned with the thread against his back there was little he could do to stop it except for tilt his head away. That didn’t dissuade the bovine male for long as the tip of the slick rubber appendage began to poke its way inside, then with one deft movement surged forward and stretched it open while the chimera let out a loud gasp. The only thing that Bengal felt was an intense feeling of fullness in his head as the tongue continued to wiggle around inside of the hole but it wasn’t long until he felt it push in further and start to slither around in his skull.

In the next second Bengal felt an intense sense of euphoria sweep over him as the grimace fell away from his face, replaced with a blissed out look as he could feel the gooey rubber start to fill his mind. While in the real world this would have been impossible the creature clearly knew the extent of the realm he had created as the chimera’s rubber cock began to harden from the stimulation. He let out a grunt as he once more felt the tongue transform into a familiar shape and as his rubberized ear began to warp and change he felt the bull drone in front of him let go of his lower arms. There was no need to be held anymore as his mind was being corrupted directly by the minotaur, and as He was laid back on the nearby bench it stroked the bulge between its thighs and spread his legs as Bengal could understand what the drone was saying.

Bengal’s growing lusts and the direct link to the minotaur through the cock tongue thrusting directly into his head had caused all other foci in his mind to go out of the window except for the male in front of him. He felt himself get guided forward as one of the hands that had been stroking down his abs went lower and grabbed onto his foot long erect rubber bovine member, guiding it forward before the head began to push into the tailhole of the drone in front of him. Though there was no actual sound that came from the bull drone Bengal could tell what it wanted, and that was to be stretched open by the rubber cock that was nestled against its hole. With its augmented body the creature had no trouble letting the head pop inside of him and as the rubber bull quivered Bengal did as well, the chimera letting out a low groan of pure pleasure as droplets of black rubber began to drip from his open jaws.

But the bull drone wasn’t the only one that was going to be taken in the tailhole, Bengal feeling the minotaur shifting behind him while he began to thrust his hips forward to push even deeper into the rubber creature. As the magical energy around them intensified he was unable to even form a thought as he felt the thick rubber tongue cock in his skull continue to shift about, growing even bigger in a show of pure dominance while his own began to already stretch out the stomach of the bull drone in front of him. He could feel the minotaur angling what used to be the chimera’s own cock inside of him and the only thing that Bengal could think of was how good it would feel, how much he needed the big, strong bull inside of him as the hands that had been around the base of his shaft slid back upwards. Bengal could also feel the rubber on his legs starting to spread upwards again but that was nothing to the intense pleasure he felt as not only were the inner walls of his tailhole spread open but he felt his jaws stretching as a dark red rubber cock tongue waggled out of his mouth that used to be his tongue.

Bengal’s eyes glassed over as his thrusting motions became more fluid, which was mainly due to the minotaur controlling it with his own cock thrusting inside. The chimera was holding onto the last threads of his willpower as he felt something push out of his other ear, knowing that the minotaur had just ran through his head as his eyes and nostrils leaked out a shiny black substance. As he felt a second set of hands start to rub up against his chest and massage his pectorals he thought that he was doing it to himself, but as his drunken gaze went down he noticed that it was a second pair of red rubber arms that were stroking him. It was enough to rise his thoughts above the sea of lust and corruption being pumped into him and he let out a garbled grunt as he tried to move his own second pair of arms and felt nothing.

“You didn’t think that I would let a good bull drone like you just keep something like that, did you?” The minotaur mocked as the upper pair of his arms rubbed the spot where his limbs used to be, only revealing the smooth muscle of his sides. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them for you, plus they help me to multitask.”

With the cock tongue in his maw keeping his lips stretched, which was soon joined by two more as the rubber dripped from his face began to spread and coat it, he felt something pinch up against his nipples. When he looked down he saw his own fingers covered in dark red rubber under the control of the minotaur pull away from his chest as something dangled from his pectorals. Like his snout two rings hung from them now and as the minotaur ran some of the rubber string through them he felt his entire body shudder with lust. The workbench in front of them began to shake as the increased stimulation combined with his own cock inside of him and his bullish shaft buried in the rubber drone caused him to orgasm…

…except as he buried himself hilt deep in the bull drone it felt like the sensation of climax was going the other way, flowing out into the minotaur’s cock lodged in his tailhole instead of into the drone. As his entire body trembled the rubber flowed over his head and he felt it coat his face, which molded into something more bovine in nature as strands of it began to link his lips together. The chimera could feel his horns melting and felt the minotaur behind him also changing, gaining his features as the man sucked his identity out of him though his own rubberized cock. At this point through there was nothing that Bengal could do, though his grasp on his own name was quickly slipping as the black rubber spread out over his muscular chest that shifted until it looked a lot like the bull drone in front of him.

Before the last of the rubber could cover him though the minotaur pulled out of him, letting out a deep groan as the connection between them was severed. “Wow… thought I could get all of you this time,” the false chimera said in a voice that sounded much like Bengal’s own as he let out a chuckle. “No reason to rush, I look forward to finishing you off a little later, just enjoy that cock and my other adornments while you still can on the other slave bulls until you join the herd.”

Slave bull… the words that should have caused Bengal to shudder in revulsion did give him a tremble, but it was in delight instead as the rubber creature walked away. As he turned to look at the minotaur it was like he was looking into a distorted mirror of himself covered in rubber; the only thing that remained of his body that didn’t look like Bengal was part of his face and some patterning that was left on his stomach. When he looked down at himself he saw that the nipples weren’t the only thing that had piercings; as he felt something in his rubber bovine ears he saw that the shiny string he had looped around the new piercings in his nipples had looped around the base of his cock and formed into a ring. When he looked back up the minotaur was gone, and with it most of his own identity as he found it hard to think of himself as anything other than a bull.

“Do not worry,” a voice said, Bengal turning around to see the bull drone looking at him. “Master will finish you, and then you will join us.” Though that sounded really good to Bengal’s mind he shook his head and left, trying not to let his still semi-hard cock bob up and down too much while he realized his arms were still tied behind his back. When he tried to move his mouth he found that while half of his face was practically sealed over the other half could still see and be talked out of, though that wasn’t much when there was a creature that was the lord of this realm actively hunting him as corrupted thoughts swirled around in his assimilated mind.

Just as Bengal thought about finding a place to sit down and wait to embrace his life as a rubber bull slave he suddenly felt something hit him in the back, which prompted him to turn around and see someone gesturing for him to come over. As he got closer to the figure he saw that it was a tiger man and those familiar features caused him to remember something important about him, though like most of his memories it was like they had been eaten away by acid as he was brought into a nearby alley and looked over. “Man, he did a number on you,” the tiger said as he pushed his palm against the brick of a building, Bengal’s still open eye widening as he saw it shift to form into a door. “C’mon, I can’t undo the damage in this state but I can at least untie you.”

“Wait a second, I remember you,” Bengal said as best he could through the half of his mouth that wasn’t sealed once they had gotten inside, feeling the fingers of the tiger slide through and undo the golden thread from his remaining pair of arms as well as the new nipple rings. “You were at the gate to this place, you told me not to come in here.”

“Yeah, and see where it got you,” the tiger replied as he ran a finger along the ears of Bengal where he felt several ear bars had been put into place. “Looks like he’s taken a liking to you, I’ve never seen him toy with anyone quite like this before. The fact that you can still string two words together after what I saw him do to you is a miracle, would have taken anyone else a couple days to recover from that and by that point he would be turning you into one of them.”

“You mean those bull drones?” Bengal asked as the fog slowly lifted from his mind the more he talked to the tiger.

“Yeah, he calls them his servants or slaves but drone is an apt word for them,” the tiger explained. “When he first created this realm the magic turned everyone that lived here into them, then when the cops and such showed up they got corrupted by the power of this realm as well and several transformed right away while the others took a bit before the minotaur magic got to them. I had hoped that I could get to you before the second time he caught you but you took too long to get to the embroidery store, so when I tried to meet you I could sense that he was near.”

“Wait, so it was you that gave me the Theseus clue?” Bengal asked, rubbing his rubberized head to find a pair of bull horns had replaced his own as he let out a sigh.

“Yeah, managed to sneak in and only had time to write that before those drones as you call them saw me,” the tiger replied. “My name is Ari by the way, didn’t have time to do introductions before.”

Even though Bengal was relieved that there was someone helping him there was also a lick of anger that also welled up inside of him. “Wait, you knew what was going on here this entire time and you didn’t help?” Bengal said angrily, though it was tough for him to be mad when his rubbery bull body was giving him pleasure with each movement. “Why not come up to me at the diner, or when I first came in?”

“First of all, I tried that before and people thought that I was either crazy or in on it,” Ari grumbled as he tossed the golden thread aside. “Plus I did try to warn you, but once you went through the breach and I didn’t sense the usual succumbing to a rubber bull it piqued my curiosity enough to come in and try to find you to see if you could stop this thing once and for all. Unfortunately that ship may have sailed, but since you’re still kicking I thought I would at least try.”

When Bengal pressed the other man to explain further Ari said that he and the one that calls himself Minos had been dabbling in magic when they found out they both had a knack for it. They managed to create pocket dimensions where they could both play without worrying about bothering their parents or neighbors that would often yell at them. As they got older Ari fell out of magic, but Minos continued to explore and one day when the tiger came to visit he was shocked to find that his entire apartment had been turned to a pocket dimension and his parents into rubber bull slaves… along with several neighbors. Minos attempted to get Ari to join in so they could rule together but the tiger refused and ran off, only to return once he had heard that the minotaur had completely severed a section of reality from itself.

But Ari also had a plan to put everything back together, and that involved finding a magical implement that Minos would have had to use in order to create such a large-scale pocket dimension. The tiger guessed that his arrogant friend would leave it in his old apartment that he knew the directions of and when Bengal asked why he needed him Ari explained that only bulls could get into the area. Ari also told him that they had to hurry; with the minotaur feasting on his essence like that he would be resting, but it wouldn’t be long before he would come back to finish the job. That was more than enough for Bengal to motivate him and together the two moved their way through the maze towards their destination.

Thanks to the magic of the tiger the two got to the building relatively quickly, which looked like a normal domicile save for the gold statues of the minotaur scattered about along with the murals on the wall. It was a place that Bengal hadn’t seen before and Ari explained that the maze is designed to keep people away from the exit and this building with the latter being the exact reason for their arrival. As they ran up to the door Bengal felt a strange feeling in his gut like he was betraying the minotaur, but he quickly tried to push away the thoughts that belonged to a rubber slave bull and not the chimera that he knew he was. The problem as they got to the door was that Bengal was having a harder and harder time remembering what sort of chimera he was as he opened the door when prompted by Ari.

When they walked inside they found that Minos had done more than just redecorate the building as they found themselves in a rather elaborate throne room. “A pocket within a pocket, he has gotten rather intricate with his designs,” Ari said as the two walked over towards the large golden chair that sat at the other end of the hallway. “Alright, what we’re looking for should be something like a statue or something of a bull that would look exactly like him and have a bunch of runes carved into it.”

As Bengal nodded the two of them looked around, and though they didn’t find the statue they were looking for they both did find something else of note. “Oh gods, these are his parents,” Ari said as he reached down and picked up two stuffed plushies of lizardman, the tiger putting them aside as he picked up another one. “And this is his neighbor… these are all the identities he has stolen of those that were inside the realm, this is probably how he enthralls them. Once he finishes consuming their essence he just turns it into a doll and brings it here.”

The rubber bull was about to respond when he saw one in particular near his hoof of something he faintly recognized, leaning down and picking it up. His head tilted in confusion as he saw the four arms and faint patterning on the grey fur of the plushie, but before he could dwell on it he heard a yelp and looked up to see the crimson rubber bull standing there. “It’s good to see you again Ari,” Minos said as the tiger quickly backed up away from him and towards the other man. “Here I was thinking that I would never see you again after our falling out but here you are, have you reconsidered my offer?”

“No way!” Ari shouted as he clapped his hands together, then pulled them apart as a ball of fire sprang between them. “One step closer and I’ll burn them all, and while I’m not sure if that will restore them I do know it will free them of their enslavement.”

“First of all I think you already know that it will just put them all in a coma and still within my realm,” Minos replied with a smirk. “Plus you have your new friend there at your side, and unless your aim has gotten better he’s going to be a puddle on the floor. Now why don’t you stop wasting you power blustering and we can have a little chat.”

Ari glanced over at the rubber bull next to him and as the synthetic bovine shook his head and began to rub his hands along his muzzle the tiger put down the flames and extinguished them by balling his hands into fists. “Fine, but in exchange while we talk you won’t turn this one into your bull slave, you got it?” Ari said, the minotaur smirking before he gave a slight nod. “Fine, but don’t try and offer me anything with this realm of yours, I still don’t want to be your fellow king of Crete.”

“That really is a shame to hear,” Mino said with a sigh, turning away slightly in mock sadness. “After all the rubber part of this whole place was going to be my gift for you, since I just happen to be into buff bull men like our dear minotaur of legend. But I suppose it’s for the best anyway, whenever we had our fun together you always let me be on top, in fact I’m surprised your standing up to me at all.”

“Well I am,” Ari replied, though the tiger turned away as well as he began to blush. “You can’t just expect this to continue to go on Mino, why don’t you just stop it now and we can make sure that no one remembers what happened here?”

To Ari’s surprise the minotaur just let out a loud bellowing laugh before looking back at him. “That would be rather foolish, though you are right that I didn’t expect this to continue on like it has,” As Mino took a step forward Ari tried to move back, only to let out a cry of surprise as the rubber bull behind him suddenly wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up into the air. “Fortunately with the power of a skilled magician such as yourself, though not quite as skilled as you thought you were if you believed you went unnoticed in my realm, I can set my sights on expanding. I just need someone who is ready to wield that power, someone willing to take the bull by the horns, someone… more like me.”

“Hey wait!” Ari shouted as he kicked his legs in the air. “You said you weren’t going to turn him into your bull slave while we talked! That was a mage promise!”

“I didn’t turn him into a bull slave,” Minos said, though the voice didn’t come from the minotaur that stood in front of him as Ari’s eyes turned into saucers. “I made him into me.” Though the tiger couldn’t see it the black rubber that had finished assimilating the former chimera’s body had shifted, turning to the same crimson red as his features once more returned… only to be an identical replica to the real Mino. The only thing that indicated which one used to be Bengal was the gold adornments on his body, though as the real one complimented him on it he snapped his fingers and similar jewelry grew out of his own form until they were exactly alike… all but in one way.

The two muscular bulls made quick work of the tiger’s clothing with the original Mino telling his duplicate that he could have tails since he was going to need to for what happened next as they used the golden rubber thread that was still in Ari’s pocket to bind his wrists and ankles. Even as the tiger continued to squirm he was no match for the two creatures and it wasn’t long before he had one minotaur on each side of him while he was facing chest up, putting him in the perfect position to receive the throbbing rubber bull cocks. As the doppelganger slid himself up between the bound legs of the tiger and began to nestle his head up against the tight tailhole of the other mage he could see how the plan had been laid out, after their second meeting the real Mino had so thoroughly fucked his mind that he implanted a copy of himself into it when he sensed his friend skulking about.

But soon there would be two real Minos as Ari’s protests were quickly muffled by the identical bull cock being pushed into his muzzle as the other one bumped up against his furry cheeks. The tiger continued to squirm between them but by this point even if he did have a magical solution it was too late, Mino let out a snort of triumph as he watched the black rubber start to immediately spread over the feline muzzle as the outline of his cock could be seen bulging out his furry neck before that became shiny too. Already the power that the tiger had begun to shift as the identity was pulled out of him along with his magic… except the arcane energy was going the opposite direction into the cock that had slid up into his tailhole. The second Minos let out a sharp gasp as the last step of becoming as powerful as the one who created him started, feeling his body filter the power into him as his eyes slowly began to glow just like the original.

“That’s it,” the first Minos said as he watched the tiger’s features disappear, transforming into a bovine muzzle that was otherwise featureless like a mask while a pair of horns grew out of his head. “This was your place after all Ari, a truly submissive tiger like you at my feet just like you had done before. You always wanted to become devoted to me, to be my proud rubber bull slave, now you finally can give in and give up your power to me so that can happen.”

As the tiger’s fur disappeared underneath the rubber cascading over his increasingly muscular form the second Minos continued to thrust into the other male while panting loudly. Any traces left of who he had been were washed away as the personality given to him by the other minotaur sprouted and flourished, flexing his muscles as a cocky, confident smile formed on his face. He was Minos, and so was the other minotaur, and between them was their friend who could finally get what he wanted as the erect cock of the tiger was pushed into his groin to form into a bulge just like the other drones. At that point it didn’t take long for the rest of the feline to disappear, his quivering legs shifting and cracking as a pair of hooves formed out of his merged rubbery toes while a new tiger plushie suddenly materialized on top of the suspended rubber drone between them.

“It’s done,” The minotaur at the tail end said with a laugh as he felt the last of the tiger’s power get pulled into his body through his cock, which flopped out of the tailhole of the drone once he had hilted his friend a few more times. “Now what do we do with him?”

“I was thinking that we could use more personal slaves,” the other Minos said as he took the tiger plushie and tossed it aside. “Maybe a nice little collar and some cuffs, something to suspend him by when we’re horny. He was our friend after all, it’s the least that we could do.”

As the two chuckled and released the golden rubber thread that bound the new bull drone both heads snapped up, their nostrils huffing into the air. “It appears that the walls of our little maze are starting to shift,” both Minos said in unison before the one that had been at the head of the bull drone gestured with his head while patting the one in front of him. “You go take care of our new arrival, I’ll get the preparations underway for our inevitable expansion outwards…”

Meanwhile at the entrance to the Maze the constrictor snake man sighed as he found himself jogging to the next corner of the residential complex, only to find himself once more staring down a long row of similar buildings. “Damnit, I was still on the border of this place, wasn’t I?” the man cursed as he tried to look down each path in order to figure out where to go before looking down at his phone that flashed with no signal. “C’mon, I was so careful, I can’t be inside.”

“I’m afraid that you are,” Minos snorted, seeing the snake man jump in the air at his sudden appearance before tripping over himself and falling to the ground. “Mmph, so weak-willed, will hardly be worth the conversion. Maybe I should let you run around the maze a little more and see if that helps you out.”

“Hey, fuck you freak!” the snake man replied, which only prompted the minotaur to snort once more and rush him. Before the skinny male could even get to his feet he was lifted up into the air, which quickly prompted a change of tune from him. “No wait, I didn’t mean it!”

Minos didn’t even bother with a response; this creature was property of the maze regardless and there was no reason to bother playing with this one, instead he just put the man down onto his knees and when the creature protested he slid his thick cock inside of his open maw. Almost immediately he could feel the magic take effect over the snake’s mind, watching the weak will of this creature break almost instantly as his forked tongue flicked over the sensitive rubber flesh. At least that mouth can be used for something good, he thought to himself as he felt the lips start to wrap around his thick shaft as best they could while his mind succumbed to the will that bound him to the minotaur.

Almost immediately Minos began to feel a shifting sensation in his feet as he looked down to watch his hooves shift and split, the rubber turning into separate reptilian toes while he saw the shoes of the other man split from the black rubber hooves that formed on his. Even though the man was blissed out of his mind the minotaur knew that he could feel it, sense that his form, his personality, his memories were all being pulled out of him by the throbbing cock that he found himself eager to suck on as the rubber quickly spread up into his pants before his new bulging muscles caused the seams to rip. This was definitely an improvement on his skinny frame as the jeans continued to tear while the transformation moved upward, eventually popping his belt as well to reveal the throbbing twin shafts of the snake before they were enveloped into a layer of rubber and given a smooth bulge just like the rest of their slaves.

At the same time Minos let out a loud moan as he felt his cock split while inside the rubberized mouth of the other male, hunching over slightly as his thick bull shaft became two thinner but still impressive snake cocks. He couldn’t help but grin as he thrusted the almost exact copy of the man’s own members into his maw, essentially having him suck himself off as the changes reached up to scaly chest that bloated out with new muscle. As the serpentine tail of the transforming snake man shrunk down it caused Minos to feel his own bloat out, and as the new appendage waved around behind him it gave him an idea. Though it was unnecessary for the process he decided to give the new bull drone a little more stimulation and made the tail prehensile, sliding it between the smooth thighs of the other male before pushing it up inside of him.

The stimulation that came from the insertion was enough to snap the snake out of his bliss fueled trance, his eyes looking up in panic as he felt his arms swell and become rubbery while his neck thickened. It was the last stage of the transformation and one of Minos’ favorite parts, feeling his bovine snout shift and warp as the black rubber crawled up the scales of the snake’s last remaining vestiges of his identity. At this point he had a connection with their newest drone and he could sense the confusion as he watched his own face appear on the one whose cock’s he was actively trying to get into his throat, which were actually essentially his own, before he felt his own features melting away while being coated with rubber on top. If there was any realization of what he was about to become it was wiped away as the last of the snake’s essence was pulled into the twin shafts before they pulled out and allowed the bovine mouth to seal up completely.

As the bull drone knelt there with his own orgasm rocking his body for serving his new master Minos looked at himself in his new snake form, flicking out his forked tongue and chuckling before quickly reverting the changes back to his true minotaur body. As he did he formed the essence of the snake man into a plushie just like he had done countless times before, his smirk turning into a slight frown as he saw how small it was. “I knew it,” Minos said as the last of the snake man formed in his palm. “It’s so tiny it might as well be a miniature.”

“Well I hear it’s not the size of something that counts,” a familiar voice said, Minos turning around to see himself standing there. “It’s how you use it, though in this case I think he’s going to be more useful as a bull drone than he was as that. I’d say that you’re a natural but that would be redundant.”

“You mean as redundant as saying what a sexy beast you are,” the other Minos said as the two quickly closed the gap between one another, their bodies squeaking together as their muzzles met in a passionate and sloppy kiss. After taking a few seconds to coil their tongues around one another the two eventually pulled themselves off of each other, though they continued to press their bodies tight as their cocks throbbed hard between them. “You know, with all this expansion that is about to happen we might need to have a third Minos in order to make sure the maze maintains order… and if that works than we could have a fourth… or a fifth…”