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** ** Serving the King

By Cimmaron Spirit

WARNING: This story contains: transformation, hyper cock, piercings, anal sex, anal gape, excessive cum, chastity, size difference, and more. Have to be 18 plus to read it!

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“Oh, well hello there cutie. Don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

The neon blue and green furred husky shuddered as the deep voice reverberated through him, even over the loud music of the nightclub around him. Chester turned around to see a tall, muscular, and imposing deer behind him. He was wearing a leather vest that was way too small on his body, open to show his six pack abs and the large, fur covered pecs, both graced by a gold piercing through the quarter sized nipples, along with other gold jewelry in his ears, adorning his bone white antlers, and the large gold nose ring that glinted in the light. The black leather vest neatly blended into the black fur, with only a few red shapes and patterns that didn’t seem to have any particular rhyme and reason to them otherwise covering his fur. Further down was an equally black leather jockstrap, holding a package that bulged like a basketball, ludicrous in size, yet not seemingly unnatural either, as if the stag had modified his body with pumping or silicone. However, it was the pair of aviator sunglasses perched on his muzzle and hiding the cervine’s eyes that perked Chester’s curiosity: the club was already pretty dark with only the strobe lights of the dance floor providing illumination, so why would he be wearing those in here?

Towering in front of Chester was the textbook definition of masculinity… and virility, and potency, and lust, and a dozen other synonyms.

It wasn’t like the husky was small. Chester stood a bit over six feet tall to the top of his green tipped ears and hair, and the blue and green harness over his white chest was well filled out, matching the athletic build of the canine. A matching collar was around his neck, as well as a similar colored jockstrap, which held a respectable sized bulge that would normally have put him in the upper side of junk sizes. But the stag outmatched the canine in every regard.

“Uh, yeah,” Chester said, looking up at the deer, one eye purple and the other green. “I heard about this place. And the, uh… things that happen here.”

“Things, eh?” the deer said with a smirk. “Like, what things?”

The canine’s face, half blue and half white, was now all red, and the bulge in the jockstrap throbbed. “The… sexy things.”

“Funny that,” the deer said. “No one ever says the drinks or the music.” He gave a chuckle, a deep and sonorous one that made Chester shudder.

“Well, I can help you with that, if you so desire,” the stag said, wrapping a beefy arm around the husky’s shoulders, pulling him in closer until Chester’s muzzle was pressed into the deer’s chest fur. A deep scent of delicious smoke, along with something otherworldly, dark and depraved that he simply couldn’t place, filled the purple nose of the canine, nearly overwhelming his senses. The stag’s other arm reached down, under the curled tail of the husky, groping the cute butt that was totally exposed. That leather pouch was also pushed against Chester’s stomach, the heat and pulse of the stag’s gargantuan manhood being transferred to the husky.

“So tell me, what’s your deepest desire?” the stag asked, his whisper like a rumbling thunderstorm to the husky. “The darkest, most outlandish need?”

Chester felt like he was turning to goo in the stag’s arms. “Ohhhh, so big…” he moaned, barely able to maintain coherence, much less form complex thoughts. But even so, it almost felt like his mind was being opened up, and read like a book by the mysterious cervine.

“Oh, I see,” the deer said, flashing his fanged teeth. “You want a big man to use you, eh?”

Chester suddenly felt himself being lifted off his feet, as the stag effortlessly picked him up, his cock now pushing against his jockstrap as he was so easily manhandled.

The husky gave a whimper and a moan, as he was so effortlessly dominated, a fantasy that the normally larger than average husky had never really been able to explore.

“Oh no… not just any man.”

The deer let out a bellowing laugh that echoed all around Chester, snapping the husky back.

He looked up to see a rather lizard-like snout, smoke curling up from the two nostrils. The black and red furred body had been turned into red and black scales, and the six pack abs was now a rounded muscle gut. Black leather studded armbands were barely holding together over the massive biceps, while similar leather bracelets appeared around the thick wrists. Four large white claws on thick fingers were now gripping and holding Chester close, and the large antlers were now replaced by two curved horns. Red hair now stood up like large spikes on his head, and just behind that, Chester could make out the top of a large shell, with several spikes poking out the top. And those sunglasses had vanished as well, to be replaced with two, large red eyes, with no visible iris.

“But this man, isn’t that right?”

Chester nearly went faint as he saw his long time fantasy crush, Bowser, now holding him.

He couldn’t even comprehend how the deer had turned into Bowser, but that was the least of his concerns, as he suddenly felt a tug on his neck. He looked over to see a leash hooked to his collar, and wrapped into the massive hand of the Koopa King.

With another tug on the leash, Chester found himself now laying on his back, looking up at the massive lizard, his powerful muscles, round gut… and giant cock. It had to be nearly two feet long, and as thick as a pop bottle, throbbing hard, dripping pre-seed onto the husky’s body. And behind it, two massive testicles, each the size of a volleyball, in a sack that hung heavily and full. His blue and white tail instinctively curled in between his legs, as if trying to hide his own outclassed manhood from the true man in the situation.

That can’t be real, the thought crept into his mind. But it looks and feels like it is…

“Are you ready to serve your King?” Bowser said, his voice the only thing that Chester could hear now.

“But… fuck, you so big!” Chester whimpered.

“Oh, of course,” Bowser said. “I need to get my new pet warmed up first.”

Before Chester could protest, one hand grabbed his tail and pushed it out of the way, before spreading his legs to show the tight tailhole underneath, exposed to the world. With his other hand, the Bowser demon began to rub around and play with the husky’s hole, one that looked to have some experience in the past, though nothing like what was happening now.

Then the fat finger pushed its way past the husky’s exposed rear. While the husky had been expecting to get a bit of action tonight and had prepared for it, that didn’t mean that he was expecting it like this. He let out a loud moan and gasp as the digit granted itself entrance.

But there wasn’t any pain or discomfort. In fact, it felt amazing as he was so easily stretched open by that thick digit, which slowly, yet forcefully, pushed in and pulled out.

And when the second finger slipped in right after, the husky let out a loud moan, bucking his hips, his cock straining to get out of his jockstrap.

“Oh no, no!” Bowser rumbled. “We can’t have you getting off this soon.” With a snap of his fingers, the jock that was covering the husky’s crotch vanished, and in its place a large metal cage, containing the green tip of his canine cock to its sheathe.

“I will let you cum when you deserve it.”

Chester gave a whimper as he felt his manhood being forced down, but he wasn’t going to disobey his king.

“That’s better,” Bowser rumbled, as his double fingering of his hole now turned triple, forcing the canine’s hole to stretch even more, and making the husky gasp and groan even louder. He may have taken some toys about this size before, but silicone and rubber was nothing compared to the scales and muscle that was now stretching him open.

Chester was breathing heavily, trying to recalibrate as his body was used by his idol, his crush. But just when he thought he could get used to it, the fourth and final finger slipped past the anal ring.

The husky let out a howl as Bowser’s fist stretched him open, thicker, wider and bigger than ever before. There was simply nothing that Chester could compare this to, except a bliss and lust that he only could have imagined on those nights when he was alone with his fantasies.

But Bowser wasn’t done yet. Just because he slipped his whole hand into his toy didn’t mean that it was the end. No, Bowser instead began to push in, deeper and deeper.

Chester writhed and moaned, an inchorrent babble of words pouring from his muzzle, punctuated by moans and gasps as his entire tailhole was opened up, wider and wider, deeper and deeper. He would pull back a bit, until his first would nearly be removed, before he could push it in, going even deeper. He could even see his flat belly bulging out where the fist reached into him, making him shudder and moan. His caged cock yearned to break free, but the tight fitting metal refused to bulge, keeping the husky’s sheathe as closed as it could, with only a tiny tip of green flesh poking out, drolling pre all over the cage and the husky’s hips.

Then the wrist bracelet, with the large spikes, began to push against the husky’s sphincter, even the Stag-turned-Bowser knew that would be a bit overkill. But that didn’t mean that he had to stop. Instead, he simply kept flexing his fingers, opening and closing his hand, making Chester squirm and twitch, gasping as his guts were played with so easily, so effortlessly, by the brutish lizard above him.

“Hmmm, would you say that you're ready now?” the demonic Bowser asked, as the fat cock throbbed, dripping what looked like an entire pint of pre seed onto the floor. “I think so.”

POP! Chester gasped and moaned, his legs shaking and his body quivering as the fist suddenly pulled out, leaving his hole stretched and gaped open. He tried to catch his breath, but before he could, the monstrous shaft was pushed against his already ruined hole. And with a single thrust, the head pushed in.

The fist was already big, bigger than anything the husky had taken before. But the cock was even more so, almost as thick again as the Koopa King’s fist. But, like before, there wasn’t any pain or discomfort, but a pure, unmatched bliss and lust. Chester’s head rolled back, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his body shaking as he was taken by his biggest (literally!) crush.

“That’s a good pup,” the demonic Bowser rumbled, as he began to push more and more of his manhood into the husky. “Ready to take your King, aren’t you?”

Chester lifted his head up, looking up at his monstrous lover. But he had to look over the massive bulge where his stomach was, the white fur stretched over the thick, deep manhood that should have been impossible, a foot of rock hard lizard cock buried deep inside him. It just made his caged dick look that much tinier compared to Bowser’s.

A shaky paw reached up and felt over his belly, and through his fur and flesh, he could feel the massive throbbing manhood of the simulated Bowser.

“F-fuck,” Chester moaned, as the giant Koopa, having reached in as far as he could to start, now began to pull out, the husky’s belly deflating like a balloon.

But then it suddenly expanded again, as Bowser’s hips slammed forward, making the husky let out a howl of pleasure as he was stretched, even deeper this time as the fire breathing lizard managed to push in even deeper.

“Grrr, that’s a good pup,” Bowser growled, as he continued to thrust in and out of the husky, each push in claiming another inch of Chester’s stomach for the invading king’s manhood. “Open up for your king, let me breed you like the good pup you are!”

“Y-yes, yes, yes Bowser! Fuck yes!” Chester whimpered, little more than canine yips and pants, as he felt his body being used so forcefully, so brutishly, by the giant demon. Chester’s contained cock could only dribble a bit of pre as his prostrate was bashed and abused, the cage and whatever potential magic was used to keep the husky from cumming more than doing it’s job.

Grunts and growls came from the Bowser, a deep and rumbling primal instinct taking over the beast. The husky could feel the giant balls of the imitation Bowser start slapping against his ass as he started hilting into the canine’s rear, the massive nuts heavy and full enough to leave marks on his already so well used and abused rear. They were so large, so full, so potent: so manly compared to anyone he had ever been with before. They promised a flood like nothing that he would have ever expected before.

“Alright, pup, it’s time,” Bowser growled, his thrusts not slowing down at all. “Are you ready for your King’s blessing?”

“Y-yes,” Chester whimpered.

“Are you ready for your King’s power?”

“Yes,” Chester moaned.

“Are you ready for the King’s children?”

“Yes!” Chester cried out.

“Then. Here. You. GO! ROOOOAAARRR!!!” The black scaled Bowser bellowed, making the whole room shake and shudder as he hilted once more into the husky, the full 48 inches of cock buried as deep as it could go.

Chester let out a howl himself, as he felt that giant cock, already stretching his ass and stomach, suddenly flexed and seemed to get even bigger, as the first shot of cum blasted into him. The already stretched and bulging stomach went even bigger, as if a large water balloon suddenly appeared inside the husky. Then a second, then a third. Within moments, the already giant cock was covered and hidden by the bloating guts of the husky, as all that virile, potent Bowser cum filled him up.

Chester moaned and groaned, until he suddenly felt something tickling the back of his mouth. The groan turned into a gurgle. He tried to close his mouth, but soon the hot, sticky cum pushed its way out, and a geyser of cum began to spill from his mouth and nostrils, the sheer amount of seed that Bowser was pumping into him overwhelmed even the already seemingly impossible, magically induced elasticity of of the husky.

Chester could only let out a gurgling groan as his body was used, claimed, conquered by the Koopa King. He still didn’t feel any pain or discomfort at anything that was happening: had his cock not been caged, he most likely would be dumping a load right now as well, though it would have been but a puddle compared to the ocean of seed that came from the demonic lizard.

After what felt like an eternity, the flow slowed down to a trickle, and soon Chester was able to properly breathe again, the taste of his King’s seed infused in every breath he took.

“That’s a good pup,” the simulated Bowser, untired and unphased by the rough and dominating sex that just occurred. He stepped back, the massive cock easily sliding out of the ruined husky’s ass. A tidal wave of semen followed, with nothing holding it back, Chester’s belly almost returning to normal. However, the husky’s rear would not: it still gaped open, a cave dripping with spunk open to the world to see.

“And I think the pup deserves a treat,” Bowser said, as he snapped his fingers, and the cage that had been holding the husky’s sheathe this whole time, vanished into thin air. Almost instantly, the bright neon green canine cock pushed its way out, throbbing and pulsing, and with a groan, and no other help, he popped his own load, the husky seed arcing high into the air and landing over the husky’s belly and chest, mixing in and easily overwhelmed by Bowser’s.

“Very good pup,” the simulated Bowser rumbled. “I’ll let you get a rest now, but you know where to come the next time you want to serve your king.”

Chester could only give a groan, before he suddenly woke up.

He sat up in his bed, blinking, panting heavily. He looked down, to see the underwear that he had been wearing was not only tented by his above average cock, but was also dark and damp from a wet dream. His stomach looked flat, as it had before his escapade with the demon turned Bowser.

Chester instinctively reached down, under his underwear, to feel his butt… but it wasn’t a gaping hole like it was a few moments before. No, he could push a finger in, but it wasn’t a cummy, stretched mess like he thought.

“Ohh… maybe it was a dream,” Chester groaned, shaking his head before laying back on his pillow, rolling over on his side.

On the nightstand, beside his alarm clock, a water bottle (and some lube), he noticed something else.

A little statue of Bowser, black and red like the demon turned into in his dreams. There was a note next to it.

Chester picked it up, blinked, and narrowed his eyes to read it.

That was fun, we got to do it again sometime. You know where to find me.