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Eridian brooded in the corner of the tavern, his yellow eyes watching the patrons of the establishment filter in and out as he slowly nursed his drink—or rather, observed the status bars which floated above their heads showcasing their names, Classes, and Levels. The white- and orange-striped tiger did his best not to be noticed, keeping the hood of his traveling cloak pulled down to cast his face in shadows as he glared at the low-level trash this town seemed to attract.

The druid of life and hunger had gathered almost everything he needed to claim the treasure he sought; he had deciphered the old secrets the master he usurped had tried to hide from him, tracked down the enigmatic dungeon where the boon he sought was hidden, and even managed to ‘employ’ the services of a less-than-trustworthy rogue to overcome the ruin’s traps—one who wouldn’t be missed when it came time to sacrifice the sticky fingers of a moogle as part of the ritual he planned to enact.

There was just one problem. Despite how confident the sinister druid was in his own abilities, he doubted he could tackle the infamous Moaning Catacombs on his own, even if he could guarantee the thief didn’t try to cut and run the instant it looked like things weren’t going their way. No… This wasn’t a challenge he could safely tackle by himself, as much as it pained him to admit. He’d need help, but none of the local adventurers who seemed like they’d be of worth to such an expedition were willing to take on the unconquered maze or would cause more hassles than they were worth like those stick-up-their-asses Paladins. Which left him with no other choice but to wait in the tavern, day after day, until another powerful recent arrival like himself showed up foolhardy or crazy enough to challenge the catacomb’s unknown dangers—while also being gullible enough to go on their way and leave him and his wily walking reagent to claim the true power the dungeon held.

“Of course he’ll be here, kupo! He’s been the tavern’s best customer ever since he got here, always cooped up in the corner with a drink in his hands, glaring at everyone else like they’ve got something funny written just above their heads!”

Eridian’s lips pursed into a scowl as the sadly familiar, high-pitched voice of his forcefully recruited compatriot arrived from the tavern’s entrance. Sure enough, the four-foot tall moogle walked in a second later. Curro was an odd creature, likely some arrival from another Plane if Eridian had to guess. At a glance he resembled a strange, anthropomorphic bat with white fur, albeit with tiny red wings which could only hold the strange being aloft for short periods, quite unlike the typical monstrous humanoid bats that were surprisingly popular amongst Cleric and Druid Orders. But by far the most curious feature on his body was the red ball of fuzz hanging above his head that Eridian could only compare to an angler fish’s lure.

He had met Curro when the strange creature had attempted to pilfer from his pockets, only for his attempt at skullduggery to fall short of the druid’s considerable Spot check—the benefits of being a Wisdom-based class~ At first the tiger had just thought to teach the strange creature a lesson and relieve some stress, but after a brief scuffle showed the mog wasn’t completely bereft of skills, he had wrangled the rogue into a cursed collar that forced the cretin to obey him. Just in case the proverbial stick wasn’t enough, he threw in a carrot by promising to remove the item once the thief had helped him retrieve the hidden treasure located within the Dungeon. Of course, he had failed to inform the moogle that said treasure would come at the cost of his life~

“I’m just saying, a tavern doesn’t seem like the kind of place you find a druid, and I knew plenty of them back in my pack! They were either hermits or stuck in their Circles always talking in circles!”

The tiger’s eyes slid to the voice following behind his unwilling compatriot. It belonged to one of a pair; a strange, foreign-looking dog whose fur was a sandy tan besmirched by asymmetrical brown splotches. The young man’s garb was also quite unusual for this area. He wore a loose-fitting shirt, a strange colored bandolier, and finally a cream-colored open tunic draped from his shoulders, completed with a surprisingly short-cut set of pants that ended well above his knees and tied in place by a red sash instead of the typical belt. A feather-adorned earring studded in his left ear completed his exotic, tribal look. Only the bandana wrapped around his neck and the metal vambraces he wore seemed like they were sourced locally.

“It does seem rather odd. Why would such a proficient practitioner be cooped up in here rather than looking for people himself?” The second voice of the pair spoke.

At a glance, the blue robe the mage wore made him blend in far better than his compatriot, but such impressions were dispelled when one looked closer at the strange yellow triangle pattern design on the man’s tabard, the same propensity for a sash around his waist instead of a typical belt, and the peculiar string of polished beads for a foci hanging from his hip. But, even if his outfit blended in slightly better with the locals than the dog’s, the hyena’s appearance made up the difference by being far more eye-catching, standing a full head taller than the relatively short canine and possessing a strange pastel-blue-colored mane on his head and equally blue paw pads on his hands.

Of course, even before his eyes had swept across their bodies, Eridian’s yellow eyes shot straight to the status bar above their heads. A Level 10 Kineticist and Wizard, the same Levels as him and his sacrificial trap monkey. He wasn’t familiar with that first Class, but the large pool of Hit Points just underneath the Level Display told him the pup could take enough of a beating to be their front line, whilst his friend would have the arcane support needed to cover whatever his divine magicks couldn’t handle.

A quick mutter beneath the druid’s lips, and his divine powers flowed into his sense of vision to confirm his cursory appraisal, revealing the cacophony of magical auras overlaid on the pair of them from all their magical items—the hallmark of veteran adventurers. Although, he sensed something further from the smaller dog… The hint of wild energy that the tiger had only felt amongst the fey before. Curious~

“Hey boss! I found some people to help like you needed, kupo!” The white moogle sauntered over towards the grouchy feline. Despite Curro’s chipper tone, the mog seemed less than pleased as he approached, unconsciously rubbing a hand along the collar hidden beneath his white lace jabot and teal vest.

“Pleased to meet you!” The dog strode past the thief with a chipper grin and an outstretched hand, whilst his companion took a far more reserved, calculating examination of their potential recruiter. “The name’s Paint, and the party pooper besides me is Ibzan!”

“Just because I’m not as immediately trusting as you doesn’t make me a ‘party pooper’. One of these days you’re going to trust the wrong person and it’s going to end terribly for you, Paint.” The hyena shot his companion a glare from his brown eyes, as well as delivered a quick jab of his elbow straight into the canine’s chest. Curiously, despite the Wizard’s size advantage, the friendly blow didn’t seem to disturb the splotchy wild dog in the least.

“That’s what I’ve got you for now, isn’t it~?” The dog replied with yet another goofy grin before leaning over to loop an arm around the larger male and pull the robed caster against his side—drawing a less than pleased grumble from the hyena as he did so. “Seriously though, don’t let him scare you off! He’s quiet and reserved now, but once we retire to our tent for the night–”

“Shut.” Ibzan’s glare deepened, and a whisk of wind around the pair finally managed to quiet the affable canine’s overly friendly divulging of information at last.

The scowl Eridian wore slowly softened into a false, practiced smile as he observed the two. Yes, this could work… He didn’t appreciate his sacrifice being the one to tap them—just in case the thief had some plan to use them to escape his machinations—but he could still use them. Paint in particular seemed a simple, straightforward fellow to manipulate. A short dungeon delve, and he’d be off with his share of the loot. Ibzan was more concerning, but it seemed that he and the southern-continent wild dog were ‘tied at the hip’ pretty often at night, so even if the hyena did suspect that the tiger was up to something, he shouldn’t have enough concern to drag his heels whilst his chipper ‘friend’ pulled him off to their next adventure.

“I’m glad to make your acquaintances. The little scoundrel there is Curro, if he’s not introduced himself already, and I’m Eridian—cultivator of life and nature. I was indeed hoping to find some capable talent that might help me delve into the Moaning Catacombs, although I was not expecting the little cretin to have done so. Just how did he come across you two?”

“Well, funny story, we were looking for you first. See, we heard about how there’s a Dungeon that no one’s managed to conquer yet, which must mean it’s still brimming with treasure. When we asked about it, some of the locals pointed out that a druid who hung out with this little cutie had been looking into it as well!” Paint replied, his hand drifting towards the adorable red pom standing from Curro’s head to give it a playful bat back and forth as he spoke.

“That’s when your strange little friend approached us. Apparently, he was lurking nearby and overheard us talking,” the spotted hyena added with a nod towards the moogle now attempting to fend off Paint’s attempts to play with the peculiar antenna. “So that’s how we got interested. What about yourself? I don’t imagine a druid of your caliber would be interested in it just for the treasure or thrill.”

“Why not? Can’t us druids have a bit of the adventurous wanderlust like everyone else~?” The tiger replied with a wide, predatory smile that caused Curro’s fur to fluff out in instinctual fear from his displayed fangs. “But I suppose there is more to it than that… It’s a bit odd that no one’s managed to fully explore these monster-infested ruins despite how long they’ve been around for. Granted, not many have made an attempt since the last set of experienced adventurers tried and failed to return… But it’s odd. If it was a beast or trap that got them, you’d expect some survivors to return with the tale.”

“You think it’s something else, then?” The hyena’s head tilted to the side, a sign that the cat’s half-truth was pulling his attention in the direction he desired. The white tiger already had some suspicions about whatever ‘evil’ lurked in those ruins already; spinning them into an explanation for his attention would be an easy enough answer to match their stereotypical impressions of his ilk.

Only Curro seemed to have the Skills to see through his duplicity, but the moogle already believed he knew the druid’s real reason for going to the ruins, and the avaricious thief was hardly going to complain and potentially split whatever hidden spoils the druid was after amongst more hands.

“Potentially. The beasts that are said to dwell within the Catacombs are quite unusual for this area. They don’t fit into the local ecology by any means us Druids have discovered. Something, or someone, is introducing them. But, if it was someone with intent, surely there should be some sign of how long it has been going on. So, while I can’t entirely dismiss the possibility of it being some mad mage or lich that just wishes for the isolation his beasts provide, I feel like it’s far more likely that some incidental explanation might be the cause… Such as an extraplanar portal?”

“Interesting… So the reason why no one else has returned might be they fell victim to this portal?” Ibzan’s ears flicked forward with keen interest as his hand reached up to scratch his chin while considering the idea.

“Few adventurers could resist the call for greater tales across the planes… I’ve got some knowledge of planar magic myself, and I feel like with your assistance and this little miscreant’s keen eyes, we shouldn’t stumble into it by chance… If it does exist. Of course, there is the possibility it’s only a seasonally active rift. It might be seemingly imperceptible if we arrive when it’s at its least active. But, with your help to clear out the monsters in the catacombs, after we divide the spoils, it should be safe enough for me to stick around and research the phenomena…”

“Assuming it does exist.” Ibzan repeated with an idle hum.

“WOULD YOU STOP TOUCHING IT!?” Curro interrupted the conversation with a squeaking shout, jumping away from the wild dog with both of his hands now covering his pom protectively.

“Sorry! Sorry..! It’s just so… Ball-like!” Paint giggled before directing his orange eyes towards the two spellcasters’ conversation. “So, are we good to hit this place together, Ibz? Honestly, they sound like our only choice. Everyone else that seems capable is too scared.”

The hyena gave one last, ruminant rumble over the tiger’s words, debating the merits of the druid’s hypothesis, before ultimately answering the dog with a nod. “They seem capable.”

“Glad to hear it! Welcome to team Paintzan! Ibzaint? We’re still spitballing names here.”

“Happy to join, however fleeting our partnership might be… Isn’t that right, Curro?” The tiger flashed one last smile, reaching forward to take the dog’s offered hand of ‘friendship’, just as a notification appeared for his party consisting of himself and Curro to join the other two.

“Ah, yes! A pleasure to fight alongside you all, kupo!” The moogle joined in, giving an all but imperceptible wary look at the druid holding him by a less than metaphorical leash.

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“Yeesh! That was not a normal basilisk.” Paint whined, flopping down onto his rump next to the giant deceased lizard. His orange eyes turned towards the damage it had left—the bite marks along his arm, his red health bar that was, while not precariously low, still hovering beneath half of its considerable total. If it wasn’t for the buffs he had received from Eridian and Ibzan—displayed in the southern wild dog’s HUD as the Status Icons beneath his depleted health and still full (albeit much smaller) Psyche bars—he wasn’t sure just how much of him or his HP would have been left before the combination of Curro’s well placed daggers, Ibzan’s destructive gales, and his own flame-charged kinetics blasts finally felled it. “It’s a good thing it didn’t have cold-iron dentures, otherwise I might be missing an arm!”

“You’d be out of luck if that was the case, I’m still several levels away from being able to cast Regenerate. Although, you could always play the Reincarnation gamble and see what race you turn into. Normally I’d say it’s no big deal, but with a fae like yourself? You could turn into anything from a little pixie into an eladrin~” Eridian replied with a small smirk before placing a hand upon the sturdy kineticist’s shoulder. “You certainly aren’t the typical front liner I imagine. You can certainly take a beating as well as any Fighter, although you could still benefit from some heavier armor. But here, let me help you out with those Wounds. Vigor.”

With a gesture from his free hand and that spoken word, the Druid’s command over natural magic manifested over the sitting dog. Paint marveled as the Spell placed another Icon on his status in the corner of his vision, a fleeting one that would only last a couple of minutes, but while it lasted every Round that went by came with two of his Hit Points being returned, and the injuries left by the petrifying lizard fading away in equal measure to his restored HP.

“Thank you. Those healing spells of yours certainly are effective for what they lack in immediacy!”

“Your summoned beasts also did plenty to keep these strange creatures at bay.” Ibzan piped up before turning his attention towards the horse-sized lizard with an appraising eye. “Still… Talk about frightening. Most basilisks are around a level five threat. This one was a twelve. We’re fortunate its attention was so fixated upon you, Paint. If it had cast its gaze towards me or Curro, we could have been turned to stone before we knew it with our lackluster Fortitude saves.”

“Wait, is that why you told me to stay behind it?” The moogle protested while giving a half-hearted search over the basilisk for the slim chance of finding something valuable stuck to its scales. “Things can just… do that!? Turn you to stone, kupo? That sounds horrifying. Stuck there for all eternity. Helpless to do anything. What if you’re completely aware too?”

“Please~ You’d only be stuck until we won! Who do you think we are, some amateur adventurers that end up lining a cockatrice’s den?” Paint chimed in with a grin as Eridian’s spell finished replenishing the red bar. “Ibzan has a Potion of Remove Curse for just such occasions!”

“Ku!? A potion that removes curses!” Curro’s olive eyes suddenly gleamed with excitement as he glanced towards the two adventurers.

Ibzan’s ear, meanwhile, gave a subtle twitch of annoyance at Paint’s divulgence, whilst a hand absentmindedly patted against the side of his cloak. “Yes… A little bit of insurance in case something happened.”

“A Potion that dispels curses seems pretty expensive… Like it’d be a lot more useful than just undoing being turned to stone! What other things can it cure..? Uh, you know, in case something happened to you, and we needed to use it? If I’m the last one not incapacitated, I’d need to know how to use it to help wake you up!”

“Oh, all sorts of things! It works on all the Curse spells of course, if you get polymorphed—that’s not a problem for me, shapeshifter subtype for the win! Oh! And if you get a cursed item that you can’t remove—”

“Yes, yes, that’s all fairly interesting.” Eridian interrupted with a firmer than normal rumble, halting the wild dog’s enthusiastic explanation. “But it’s all quite irrelevant now that we’ve dealt with the basilisk, yes? We should think about our next step.”

“He’s right,” Ibzan agreed with a murmur, turning the other three’s attention back towards the door that the basilisk was seemingly protecting by making this room its lair. “I could see a monstrous beast like this taking down an entire party of unprepared adventurers without any survivors escaping—but look around. There are no statues of its previous challengers, nor even other monsters that intruded upon its domain.”

“Which means..?” Paint inquired with a curious tilt to his head.

“That it had likely only recently arrived here, meaning that the portal might still be active… and nearby.” Eridian answered with a low growl.

“About that. I doubt a basilisk would close a door behind it, and I’ve not detected any conjuration auras which you’d expect an active interplanar gate to create,” the hyena added with a warry rumble to his voice. “It’s more likely that someone intentionally placed the beast here to serve as a guard. We should prepare for there being someone just as strong, if not stronger, than this beast at the end of the Dungeon.”

“Well, I could have told you that,” Curro threw in with a huff, giving the slain reptile one last kick of his small foot before stepping away. “What’s the most important thing in a Dungeon, after all? No, not the monsters, it’s the loot. You know what I don’t see from this overgrown coin purse with attitude? Treasure. It’s one of the universal rules of adventuring that at the end of a big Dungeon Delve you’ll find a large pile of treasure equal to its Challenge. Right alongside you’ll always manage to find somewhat equal level adventurers nearby when something needs doing! So of course this beast couldn’t be the boss! Or if it was, the treasure should be right behind that door there!”

“Then perhaps you should go make sure there’s no traps waiting for us at the obvious, fancy entrance which is just begging for loot goblins like yourself to charge in?” Eridian nudged the moogle forward with another toothy smile, glancing over towards the other two after the grumpy moogle trotted over towards said door. “That is… If you think we are still well equipped enough to continue..? There’s no harm in backing out now and taking another crack at it after resupplying.”

The dog spoke first. “I’ve not got too much Burn, and there’s still quite a bit of time left on the buffs you’ve given me. How are you doing on spell slots, Ibz?”

“I used up more high-level slots than I would have liked on the basilisk, but it was better to drop it quickly rather than risk its stare any longer than we had to, but…” The hyena took a moment to calculate. Discretion would favor returning back to camp and resting to try again with more resources, but such tactics also allowed whoever ruled over these ruins to replenish their ‘guards’, especially if they had a portal to resupply their numbers. Fortunately, adventuring was nothing if not a task in managing preciously limited resources like spells, especially for spellcasters like him and the druid—and the pair of them had been cautiously nursing their supply rather than burn through them in every fight like rookies. “…So long as what we find there isn’t too much stronger than the basilisk, I should have enough to see us through.”

“Well, even if we can’t best whatever lies beyond those doors, we should be better informed and prepared for our next attempt after finding out what we’re dealing with,” the tiger added with a nod.

“Isn’t anyone concerned if I’m prepared or not?” The moogle retorded with a huff.

“You’re a Rogue. So long as your Hit Points and equipment are good, so are you—and you have both in spades,” Eridian chided his uppity minion with a glare. “Any traps?”

“Hmmph…” The moogle turned his attention back towards the door he was checking. A bare hand wandered along the edge of the door, tracing the decorated stonework for anything out of place, whilst his other hand slipped a polished piece of metal underneath its hem to investigate behind it.

“It looks clear. Doesn’t seem locked either, kupo.” Curro grumped with an overly dramatic swish of his pom. The small bat-like creature stood up from his crouched position in front of the engrained stone doors before giving them a casual shove. Despite his mediocre Strength, the slabs of rock parted easily to reveal the wide hallway beyond that likewise appeared clear of danger. “It weirds me out, though. The rest of this place is what you’d expect from a monster infested ruin from Gaia knows how long ago. But these doors, and that hallway beyond… It doesn’t look like they were built at the same time—they’re also far better maintained.”

“Maybe whatever ruler of this Dungeon just wanted to provide a worthy challenge and will give us a reward for succeeding?” Paint interjected with a smile, drawing a rather stern expression from the other three members of the party in return. “What? It happens all the time in those bard songs we keep hearing here! For all we know it could be one of those fancy metallic dragons you were telling me about, Ibz!”

“I can definitely feel quite a bit of magic coming from ahead,” Eridian returned the conversation to a more pragmatic focus.

Despite his stoic voice his tail was beginning to swish behind him, betraying his excitement at being so close to his goal. Just one last fight, the loot to divide… Then, finally, the power sealed away in this place would be all his~ Who knows, perhaps he’d be able to ambush the exotic pair with his claimed power while they were still recovering from their adventure—but there could be merits in keeping them around to make use of going forward. Capable adventurers who were too busy flirting with each other to bother him with inane conversation were a rarity, after all.

“We should probably expect an ambush, so… You first, Paint? I’ll follow just a bit behind to call out any traps I see!” Curro suggested, taking a step back to let the sturdier member of the team step in front.

“It would be awfully poor sport to put a big, ominous hallway towards the final room and place an ambush before it.” Paint joked with a snicker as he took the offered lead.

As per their usual formation, Ibzan slid in just a few steps behind them. Eridian brought up the rear, considering he was far better equipped to take a hit than the squishier hyena in case anything did come up from behind. Curro usually took a flanking position just off to the side, where the slippery moogle could easily dart in and out of sight—even escaping from Eridian’s gaze on the occasion. This time, however, the winged thief kept closer towards the much taller hyena, seemingly intending to use the less sturdy Wizard as cover against any hostiles ahead—and drawing an eye roll from the mage in response.

Almost as soon as they began to filter into the corridor, the empty sconces along the slides of the passageway alit with ethereal blue flames—starting from the side they had entered in from and ending at the bereft torch alcoves by the unopened door at the hallway’s end. “Huh… That’s… New.” Paint spoke while stopping in his tracks. “I think we’re being invited?”

“But there weren’t any magical triggers that would have caused those lights to appear, kupo…” Curro’s anxiety mounted as he pressed himself flush against the distracted hyena’s side.

“Those aren’t spells.” Ibzan explained while pushing the moogle away from his side with an annoyed bark.

“They’re will-o-wisps,” the tiger druid warned with a grunt, staring at the flickering balls of flame floating dutifully in their set positions. “They were likely there the entire time and only made themselves visible when they were needed.”

“Oh! I know those things! My pack used to play with them all the time~! But… I guess it would be pretty rude to bother these ones while they’re working,” the fey dog gave the closest wisp bobbing on an air current a mournful glance before turning his attention back towards the door on the far side. “You know… I’ve been thinking. The deeper we’ve gotten into this dungeon, the more I’ve had this nostalgic tingle against the back of my neck that I’ve not felt since leaving my home.”

“More than likely we’re dealing with one of your kin. The children of wild places like yourself tend to be the ones most fond of these aberrant flames. As for these… Will-o-wisps are typically cowards. So long as we don’t disturb them—or whatever creature controls them doesn’t compel them otherwise—they should let us pass undisturbed.” Eridian’s skeptical gaze glared at the flickering flames as the party started to move once again.

“It’s fortunate that most of us don’t require a cold iron weapon.” The tiger added with a disparaging glare at his less-than-willing accomplice. “A shame that the one that does is less than prepared.”

“Do you have any idea how expensive magical weapons are? Let alone two of them!? You three just don’t understand our struggles as martials, kupo…”

“It’ll be fine! Even if his weapons aren’t as destructive as they normally are, we’ve seen what he can do when he gets the drop on his target. Combined with the damage the rest of us put out, we should be able to take care of whoever the Boss of this Dungeon is~” The wild dog chimed in as they came to the door at the end of the passage. His hands pressed against the doors to the chamber beyond before glancing back towards the other three, waiting for their final preparations before throwing open the entrance.

Ibzan weaved one spell after another. The first enchantment conjured forth a shimmer in the air around Paint, making him harder to hit by blurring his appearance via the turbulent air. The second created an even greater disturbance in the air around Curro, rendering the moogle all but invisible except for the keenest of senses. His last work of wizardry brought forth a zephyr around all four of them that hastened their movements, allowing them to run rather and strike swifter and more often.

Eridian’s buffs, meanwhile, had been cast long before and fortunately had more than enough duration left for this last battle, leaving the druid free to concentrate on the summoning spell he would invoke once the battle had begun.

The pair gave the Kineticist in front a nod when they were ready while the moogle, now unable to be seen to reciprocate the same gesture, gave a little high-pitched chip to signal he was ready as well.

With a deep breath to steady his nerves, the wild dog put his weight behind his hands and shoved the doors open. His fingers curled in preparation, conjuring forth the flames his chaotic powers had granted him today, readying to lob a devastating blast at the first hostile thing he saw as the group stepped forth…

Only for the flame to disappear from his hand as his, and the rest of his companion’s, eyes fell upon the figure that greeted them in the regal-looking room. The man lounged upon a decorated throne of wood and stone, making no secret of his body to their surprised gaze as he leaned to one side, muscled legs parted to fully reveal the ‘scepter’ he was polishing and the large, fuzzy white spheres which hung underneath the vivid red rod, draping over the edge of his seat. Paint and Ibzan’s eyes—and more than likely Curro’s—slowly wandered up from those jostling orbs, trailing upwards with the man’s hand stroking along the large club of vulpine flesh glistening in the eldritch blue light of the will-o-wisps illuminating his throne.

“Ah, I see my guests have finally arrived. Did you enjoy the challenges I put out for you? You did very well conquering them all~” The fox spoke at last with a confident, teasing rumble that seemed to tickle their ears with their vibration despite the distance between them.

Despite the immodest state they had found him in, there wasn’t a hint of shame to his words as he spoke. Nor was there any deference to his glinting blue eyes as he stared over the intruders to his domain—even as his hand released his prick he had been pleasuring in his boredom, sending the cumbersome rod swinging forward to crash against the side of his thigh and flicking a long string of vulpine pre across the stone floor between them.

As the initial shock at the enigmatic fey’s undress began to subside, the adventurers’ curious gazes wandered further upwards, tracing over his athletic, white-furred chest, past the male’s broad orange-and-faintly-striped shoulders, until finally coming to stare at the Dungeon Boss’ glowing blue eyes, framed by the unkempt, leafy green and black-tipped bangs which hung down along the back of the fey’s neck and shoulders almost like a mane. It only took that glance to tell that the vulpine was a threat beyond the physicality his body presented—those glinting eyes held a weight to them that pulled at their attention, making it a struggle to wrench their eyes away from the beguiling sight. Any doubts about his magical nature were safely dispelled when their downcast glances towards the fox’s feet caught the idly tapping tips of all five of his tails flicking with growing excitement.

Ibzan was momentarily taken aback by the sight, while Eridian busily schemed about how to ply the reveal of the Moaning Catacomb’s Master to his own ends. Which left Paint to react first, the eager and forthright wild dog stepping forward to speak for them all. “We did, thank you! It was quite the challenge, but that just made it all the more satisfying when we were victorious! Can we have the name of the one who helped make it all possible~?”

A crooked smile flashed across the fox’s snout, one which spread his thin black lips just enough to reveal one of his fangs. “Aren’t you a cheeky little fae, trying to steal your superior’s name in such a fashion? You cannot have my name, pup, but you may call me Amor… For however long you’re able to speak~”

“Aww… Well, you can’t fault me for trying!” The dog shot back with his own dopey grin, all while his soft orange eyes avoided the allure of the fox’s gaze with a somewhat bashful stare towards the kitsune’s twitching log of dick meat instead.

“You know, it’s considered rude manners to greet your ‘guests’ without garb on,” Ibzan snarkily interrupted after regaining his composure, although a hint of a blush still lingered on the spotted hyena’s round ears even as he spoke.

“Yet none of you seem to actually mind,” the fox retorted with a knowing grin. His mystical sight turned briefly upon the tiger who seemed to be the least bothered by the fox’s undressed state than the rest—his mind too busy chasing his ambitions of power to admire the man presented to him, even if his hedonistic tastes would normally have appreciated the eye candy before him.

“I take it you’re the one that gathered that menagerie of deadly beasts for adventurers to challenge… But for what purpose?” Eridian spoke after noticing he currently held the vulpine’s attention.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’ve long since discovered that, if you find some neglected ruin of the world, toss in a few strange beasts or unruly bandits, then sprinkle in some valuable coins, gems, and especially a magical item or two, adventurers will inevitably come running. Although, I will admit, the fact that this place has gone so long without a challenger was making me consider it a bit of a failure… At least until you lot came along,” the fox monologued with a self-satisfied purr, hands spreading in a wide greeting towards the erstwhile challengers.

“So, you do this as a game?” The hyena spoke with a furrowed brow.

“Oooh! Did we win? What do we get as a reward!?” Paint interrupted this time, whilst Curro barely restrained himself from revealing himself with a demand for the cold, hard valuables the kitsune mentioned was part of his bait.

“Oh, of course~ It’s only fitting that the daring adventurers who conquered the games I put out receive a boon.” The kitsune’s lips twisted into a wider smile while the glint within his eyes briefly flared with eldritch malevolence. “Those that manage to best my challenges get to receive the greatest honor of them all… The privilege to serve me.”

“Fat chance of that.” Ibzan interjected with a growl, calling forth his magical might to bring a whirling gale to his fingertips, ready to launch at a moment’s notice. “The only person who’ll be servicing anyone is Paint when we camp tonight!”

“Hey now! We’ve not sorted out who’s going to be in charge today just yet! Just because you’ve currently got the most points doesn’t mean anything—that fox is worth more than enough points to put me back in the lead! So it’s whoever does the best in this fight that gets to be the king in the tent!” Paint shot back with an excited grin, once more calling forth the elemental flames he held dominion over to his hands.

“You won’t find all of us so easily cajoled,” Eridian added with a snarl, readying his own mystical powers to beckon more allies to their side.

Whilst the fox likely had the advantage in magical and martial might over any one of them, the druid was confident that any obstacle could be overcome by throwing enough bodies at it, and he was willing to use every Spell Slot he had to call forth an entire forest of beasts to remove this final barrier to his desires. The tricky part would be taking the fae alive, considering that there was a good chance the power he sought could only be accessed through him. But that would come after their ‘negotiations’ were concluded. One only made a fair deal with an equal, after all. Any bargain he tried to strike whilst the vulpine held the superior hand would never be in his favor—a fortunate fact for the two foreign adventurers since it didn’t benefit him to sell them out… Yet.

“It would be easier for all of us if you just gave in now. But, then again, where would the fun be in that? After all, it’s crushing that courageous spirit of you adventurers that makes you so entertaining to play with~” The fox purred, finally coming to a stand from his seat.

With a flourish of the kitsune’s tails the orange fox was suddenly surrounded by a torrent of shadows made solid. The quasi-real material licked across his fur as it knitted itself into a coat-like garb of ebony silk. More shadows coalesced around the vulpine’s left hand, hardening into an exotic bladed staff that resembled two longswords that had been joined together at their pommels. A twirl from the fae’s hand demonstrated his skill with the peculiar weapon, bringing one blade to rest against his back whilst the fox’s right hand stretched forward in a bold, declarative gesture towards his quarry—as if he was preparing to snatch them up right then and there with but a clench of his clawed fingers.

“Why don’t we make this fun, my tantalizing prey? If you manage to put up a worthy challenge, I’ll consider allowing you to leave with your souls and minds still intact—albeit heavy with my boon growing within your bellies~”

Kitsune Lord Amor—Lvl ???

Ibzan’s nerves faltered briefly when the Boss’ title and level appeared above the enigmatic vulpine’s head with the start of their battle. The fact that the hyena wasn’t able to read the perverted creature’s Level, and instead saw that symbol, could only be due to a vast difference in their power. Even the abyssal basilisk, for all the threat it had posed, was still close enough in Challenge Rank to their Levels that the spotted ‘yeen could see it. Worse, unlike the lizard, the Wind Wizard had no clue just what the fox could do. But, on the plus side, it likely couldn’t be any worse than being turned to stone.

The crocuta’s eyes narrowed when he saw the hand pointed towards them shift to an arcane gesture, gathering magical power for the sylvan lord to shape into a Spell. A fraction of a second was all it took for the hyena’s mind to identify the spell the vulpine was preparing to cast… And that it was directed at him.

“Counterspell–”

“Too late.” The fox growled with a sultry rumble and a twisted smirk. The kitsune’s spell completed before the flat-footed mage could direct the disrupting magic of his own spell into the fox’s arcane work, the curse rippling forward to sink into the mage’s body. “Baleful Polymorph~”

“Shit!” Ibzan recoiled, as if that would do him any good. His Fortitude save was thoroughly average, only capable of resisting the most banal of threats despite his efforts to reinforce his Saves with the Cloak of Resistance he wore, leaving him utterly incapable of resisting the fifth-level spell directed against him without a Natural 20 for his Roll. But luck was not on his side. The mental notification of his attempted save came up with a thoroughly mediocre roll of 10 before his equally mediocre modifiers applied—causing his status bar to display a fancy new icon for the permanent curse the fox’s spell applied.

The mage’s hands reached up, half in reflex in a futile attempt to shield himself from the spell, and half to bring the limb to his face to discover what pitiful beast the kitsune was going to transform him into, only for the hyena to discover that his hands had developed a particularly noticeable lack of thumbs in the brief moment since the spell took effect! His eyes glanced away from his opponent and towards the paws that had once been his hands. His nimble fingers, well-suited to the task of performing the delicate gestures for his magical craft, shrunk before his very eyes, growing fatter and stubbier as they did, whilst the well-groomed vestigial claws that graced their tips followed suit to swell into the proper digging implements his quadrupedal kin sported.

“Rarwrff?” The sorcerer’s eyes went wide after his attempt to call out towards Eridian for assistance came out not as the words he expected, but instead as an awkward feral bark! His lips twisted as he continued to try to force some discernible syllable through his diminished vocal cords, succeeding in only turning his awkward, malformed growls and barks into the panicked cackles of a feral hyena.

“You okay there, Ibz—Oh.” Paint glanced towards the hyena just in time to see his friend fall onto his new set of forepaws as the fox’s magic rippled through the spotted male’s spine, shifting his shoulders forward while his pelvis twisted—leaving the Wizard unable to stand upright.

Ibzan barely caught himself with his hands, just in time to watch them malform into a set of forepaws right before his nose. His padded toes remained on the stone floor while his knuckles swelled to become the back of his new paws. His wrists seemed to rise several inches higher along his new limbs as his metacarpals lengthened and his forearm shrunk, pulling the remnants of his thumb along with them to develop into a dewclaw. The wave of transformation magic continued to sweep up along his limbs, eventually coming to reach his shoulder blades—pushing the joints to the side of his chest, and leaving what had once been his arms into a pair of forelegs much better suited to the hyena’s new quadrupedal gait.

Not that that would do the Wind Wizard much good escaping his vulpine foe while his body continued its awkward shift from two to four legs. His old legs twisted, tangling them within the loose-fitting pants he wore underneath his robes as his thighs and calves shrunk. His feet grew to make up the difference in height lost by the rest of the limbs, balancing his weight against the balls of his feet and leaving his heels standing several inches from the floor. The hyena kicked with one leg, trying to keep his balance as he tried to escape the awkward prison of fabric. The attempt only seemed to make things worse as the transforming male fell to his side, his impromptu binds constricting him all the more as the spell continued its course!

With his arms stuck pawing uselessly at the stone floor, the fox’s magic rolled up along his neck to sink its metamorphic curse into Ibzan’s head. His skull shrank while his jaw thickened to support his growing, deadlier fangs—making his snout dominate the rest of his facial features. Even his tongue grew, lapping against the back of his teeth as the mage struggled to adjust to the new shape of his maw. His neck adjusted to the new angle his head was held at, muscles thickening to better support his head looking forward—as well as the weight of the feral beast’s prey—before the transformation spread down over his back, snapping his spine into a straight arch.

With the transformation all but completed, the Wizard’s body began to shrink, losing several inches in both length and height as he settled to the size of a normal feral hyena. His head retreated into his robe, leaving his beady brown eyes—still glinting with his cunning mind—peeking through the loose collar of his garb. His long, fluffy tail whipped against the blue cloth he barked and cackled in panic, struggling to get back onto his paws now that he had to manage four rather than two legs.

“Oh. My. Gods! Your ears are even more adorable Ibz! If we weren’t in the middle of something, I’d want to pet them so much! Maybe see how cute you’d look fetching my ball instead of tossing it!” Paint couldn’t help but exclaim with a giggle. But, as much as he would have loved to shift to his true form and play with his hyena lover in an entirely new way, he knew this wasn’t the time nor the place for it.

Fortunately, the wild dog was next in the Initiative. The canine stepped forward to place himself—and his durable HP Bar—between the helpless hyena and the kitsune responsible for his sorry state. The Entropic Kineticist channeled his powers, searing the humidity from the air in the immediate vicinity as flames coalesced between his palms. His HP bar decreased as he channeled his vitality into Burn, enhancing his Blast further at the expense of his Hit Points to end this fight as soon as possible.

The ball of elemental fury gathered in the dog’s hands exploded forth in a molten lance towards the enigmatic fey. A satisfied smirk spread across the splotchy dog’s lips when the beam collided against its target! At least until the flash of light from the beam’s impact dissipated, revealing the vulpine none the worse for wear with a torrent of blue flames scattering like the waves in the wake of a ship from the blade he used to parry the attack.

“An A for effort,” the fox boasted with a cocky smirk and a flourish of his strange weapon to scatter the remaining embers clinging to its edge.

“Well… Shit.” The wild dog replied with a sheepish grin. “You got any plans Ibz—Err, Eridian?”

“Keep him busy until I can bring forth some allies.” The tiger replied tersely before resuming his whispered prayers.

“Easier said than done,” Amor replied with his smirk still plastered across his lips. A word of power spoken after suddenly caused the vulpine to turn into a seething mass of shadows, before the turbulent wisps of darkness darted forward and reformed back into the fox—now standing barely a foot away from Paint’s face!

“H– Hey! Personal spac—” The canine yelped, before his retort was interrupted by the fox’s free hand grasping him by the chin, pulling him forward to bring his orange eyes so close to the kitsune’s dangerous blue’s that their glow illuminated the durable dog’s face.

“That’s enough, pup. I saw how you stared at me before. Don’t you think it’d be so much easier to just submit and enjoy what’s to come~?”

Will Save: Failure!

Charmed Condition Acquired!

A shudder ran down Paint’s spine as a notification of a failed Will Save rang within his ears. His stance immediately slackened ever so slightly while the edges of his lips relaxed into a fond smile. His eyes began to lose their focus, staring helplessly towards the enthralling pools of sapphire blue light. All while the dog’s preciously small Psyche bar—far smaller than his Constitution build’s Hit Points—began to tick downwards above his newly acquired Charmed status icon.

“M-maybe… You do look… Fun.” The smaller fae spoke without thinking, the rest of his mind struggling in vain to pull his thoughts back together—only for them to slip through his mental grasp while underneath the smothering weight of the fox’s eyes.

Ibzan gave a sharp, panicked giggle–call, his best attempt to yell at his canine lover to snap out of the fox’s influence. But, of course, such uncommunicative notes merely slipped into the background to the wild dog’s drooping ears. With no choice left, the quadrupedal feliform turned his claws and fangs towards his own clothes, ripping his robe apart with the larger bite force of his body so that he could finally, albeit clumsily, step onto all fours—leaving the now feral male completely bared to the world save for his fur.

He needed to hurry! For every round he delayed another chunk of Paint’s Psyche was demolished by the kitsune’s enthralling presence. But no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t cast any Spells while stuck in this form. Fortunately, he kept insurance for situations like this. The helpless mage dug his forepaws into the pocket of his cloak, ferreting through the pouch for the potion he sought. All he needed to do was get the damn vial in his jaws—he didn’t care if he needed to crush the glass with his bone-snapping fangs to get the curse removing liquid down his throat at this point!

Except…

Where was the damned potion!?

Ibzan’s haste turned to reckless disregard for anything between him and the object of his search, ripping apart the blue fabric further to tear open his pockets so that the contents spilled forth. His forepaws rifled through the small hoard of Scrolls, Spell Components, and Foci for the distinctive Potion of Remove Curse he always had on hand. But no matter how intently he stared at the scattered adventuring supplies, the alchemical draught refused to manifest before him!

A pleading whimper from Paint drew the feral away from his search with a frustrated growl. He didn’t have the time to keep searching—he needed to act now. He first thought of putting his new fangs to work on the vulpine, but… What good would his chompers do against a creature like that? No, instead the cunning Wizard decided on a different course of action, charging towards Paint and delivering a less-than-gentle love chomp to his lover’s leg!

“Ow!” Paint whimpered, his eyes blinking to clear the ephemeral blue light that had started to take root within them after the hyena’s chomp managed just enough damage to get past his Damage Reduction!

It took barely a pixel from the wild dog’s impressive HP Bar, but that was enough to break him from the fox’s hypnotic hold. Paint stepped away from the vulpine’s enthralling grasp, shoving a hand between them before unleashing another blast of elemental fire at point blank range! This time, he managed to see exactly how the fox avoided the assault as the Kineticist’s red flames transformed wherever they touched the fox into the same sylvan blue blaze that danced to the fox’s desires—leaving even his coat unsigned by the fiery attack.

“Phew, that was close… Thanks Ibz! Who’d have thought you’d be such a good boy~?” Paint retorted with a cheesy grin, drawing an annoyed scoffing bark in retort from his transformed partner.

“There. That’s long enough! Summon Nature’s Ally V!” Eridian called out with a triumphant growl. His long spell finally completed, conjuring forth a trio of massive crocodiles—each the size of a grown elephant—around the cocky vulpine fey.

But the tiger wasn’t done just yet. No sooner had he completed chanting his last spell than he began to work on the next. With a far quicker chant than the last and a gesture from his hands, the divine transmutation settled upon the three reptiles he had summoned—as well as Ibzan, since he had become a valid target thanks to his current predicament. “Animal Growth.”

Two fifth level spells later, and the feline’s dire predicament had seemingly reversed. The room was now dominated by the three gargantuan beasts bound to his will, along with a pony-sized hyena and Paint’s wall of Hit Points between him and the mysterious fox for good measure. A confident sneer stretched across the tiger’s lips as the battle descended into a frenzied whirlwind of scales as the crocodiles assaulted the vulpine in tandem, wrestling almost as much as each other as they did with the fox they were trying to grapple ahold and tear apart with their giant maws.

His certainty was swiftly shattered by a whirling twirl of the vulpine’s two-bladed sword. The spinning motion gathered the blue flames that had scattered after Paint’s last attack, collecting them along the edge of the weapon’s sweeping blade in a swirling wave of mystical fire which cleaved through the first of the conjured beasts. Just when the tiger thought that the fox’s Reaction was finished, however, the kitsune turned towards another of the giant crocodiles, releasing the magical blade-staff at the apex of its spin to send it hurtling through the conjured animal’s body like a saw.

Only one of the giant reptiles was left standing at the start of the fox’s Turn, the beast staring down at the sylvan lord with ferocious frenzy. The kitsune replied by pointing a hand towards the giant animal, before a snap of his fingers ignited the tips of his five tails with balls of blue flame, immediately followed by the conjured wisps springing forth in bolts of arcing blue lightning that felled the last of the spell-enhanced beasts.

“Quite an effective combination, druids certainly shouldn’t be underestimated. It was wise of you to reserve that trick for when you faced the Dungeon’s Boss… For whatever good it did you.” Amor rumbled fondly towards the tiger that was trapped somewhere between abject fury and stupefied confusion at what had just happened.

At least the fallen crocodiles—their summoned remains beginning to disintegrate as the spell which brought them into existence ended—had bought the transformed hyena and the freed wild dog an opportunity to try and get the jump on the distracted fox! Ibzan darted forward, taking advantage of his enhanced Strength and Size from Eridian’s spell to go for the kitsune’s ankles. Paint, meanwhile, came in from the side, channeling what allotment of Burn he had left into one last, powerful blast—hoping to overcome whatever Elemental Resistance the fox possessed to his flames with a strong enough blast!

Despite the pressure the hyena put behind his fangs, his teeth seemed unable to sink past whatever magical wards or Damage Reduction the vulpine possessed, making his attempt to undermine the fox’s footing the equivalent of a puppy gnawing on its owner. The wild dog, meanwhile, was taken aback when the latest dance of red and blue flames subsided to reveal that the fox had apparently dismissed the ebony robe he had summoned while out of sight—distracting the fey blaster briefly as a flush of desire crept over his splotch-patterned face now that the fox’s monstrous shaft was so close at hand.

The brief opening was all the fox needed, his many tails coiling around Paint’s foot while he was distracted before yanking with enough force to send the elementalist dog tumbling onto his back. Another tail coiled around the chewing hyena’s neck, prying the blue-maned pup from his assailant’s calf with a plaintive cackle from the now Grappled animal.

“That’s enough playtime to get the blood pumping, pups. Now it’s time to have our fun~” Amor boasted with a sultry growl, staring down at the two adventurers trapped within his tails.

But before the fox could act, Eridian swooped in with another attempt to gain control of their current predicament—unwilling to flee despite his colder and more calculating demeanor now that the goal he had chased for so long was so close at hand! With a mighty roar, the white-and-orange-striped tiger used the last trick he had up his sleeve, Wild Shaping into a massive feral tiger that sported his same distinctive coloration, before pouncing forward with all the muscle rippling Strength of his new form—his massive, flesh tearing claws reaching forward for the infuriating vulpine that dared to overlook him!

The fox didn’t take his eyes off of his quarry to stop the druid’s desperate attempt to strike him down, instead reaching out with his hand to catch the feline by the throat right at the end of his pounce, bringing the cat’s charge to a sudden, breath-choking halt! The tiger’s yellow eyes bulged in surprise at the considerable strength the kitsune presented, capable of holding a full grown tiger high enough in the air with a breath-silencing grip so that only his hind paws sat on the ground—his forepaws struggling to do anything more than paw at the overpowering fox’s shoulders even with his deadly mittens.

“H-how…” The feral tiger grunted incredulously through the squeezing grip against his throat.

“You shouldn’t be so surprised, Eri. You knew very well what power lay within this Dungeon. Or, should I say, what power I possessed~” The fox answered with a sneering grin. Stuck as they were at the mercy of the kitsune’s tails, Ibzan and Paint could only flash a skeptical glance towards the druid as they continued their helpless squirms, curious at just what the cat knew and had failed to tell them.

“Heh… I’m not completely out of tricks yet! Keeping the three of us held like this, you’ve all but left yourself wide open! Go on, get him my minion!” The tiger spat with one last toothy sneer, waiting for the moogle to join the fray with a well-placed shank!

Except…

As the Rounds ticked by, one after another... The damn Rogue never presented himself!

“Oh? Were we waiting for your little friend to do something?” The fox teased back with a jovial, spirit crushing laugh towards the defeated trio. “He ran away almost as soon as we started our little sparring match.”

“That… Bitch!” The expression of the tiger’s twisted from hopelessness borne by his crushed confidence to unrestrained fury towards the moogle! He knew that the small bat-like creature was a coward, but he had presumed that the risk of the cursed collar upon his neck would coerce the Rogue to fight and obey until it came time to offer him up in exchange for his power!

Unless the stupid little cretin managed to find some way to slip free from the enchanted leash he had placed around his neck…

“I could just teleport him back here, but it’s only fair to give him a chance like I did the three of you, no? We’ll see if he manages to escape the Moaning Catacombs by himself before I’m done with the three of you… Not that I imagine any of you will care much by the time I’m done with you all~”

“Speaking of which…” The kitsune rumbled with a dismissive tone towards Eridian, before tossing the cat towards his throne at the far end of the room. “I’m going to need you to sit nice and pretty while I break in these friends of yours~”

The feline landed with a solid thud that knocked him senseless long enough for his Wild Shape to cease—returning the tiger to his still rather robust and physically capable anthro self, now lying with the back of his head against the foot of the fox’s throne A defiant growl rumbled from the cat’s throat as his wits returned, commanding his body to move in a fumbling attempt to get back on his feet. But, even before he managed to lift his head past the fox’s seat, the kitsune appeared on top of him—stepping through the shadows to appear upon his throne once more, with the other two still stuck within his tails after being brought along for the ride.

Unfortunately for the cat, the position he was caught in by the teleporting fox left his head pinned against the edge of the throne by the naked vulpine’s hefty crotch! Amor’s impossibly heavy spheres draped themselves against the cat’s snout, burying Eridian’s nose squarely into the underside of the sack’s musky fur, the warmth of the fae’s masculinity seeping against the Druid’s face. Despite his reservations, he was unable to restrain himself from huffing in surprise at the vulpine’s sudden appearance, dragging the potent pheromones within the virile scent across his sensitive nasal passages, before the drug-like aphrodisiac collected within his lungs to seep into the rest of his body.

Will Save: Success!

The tiger grunted. His impressive Save Modifier had managed to stop that scent from reaping its full effects upon his mind and body, but even a success meant a sliver of his impressive Psyche Bar was still bled away. Which meant that it was simply a matter of time before his mind surrendered to the fox’s enthralling presence—all his Wisdom bonuses and good Rolls could do was delay an inevitable defeat.

Any attempts to protest his fate were muffled by the fox’s balls smothering his face, while any attempts to escape or attack his captor were defeated by yet more of those surprisingly powerful tails coiling around his body—preventing him from doing anything more than a pathetic, groveling squirm at the vulpine’s feet. The best Eridian could do was tilt his face to peek around the mighty assets that were using his face as resting place, allowing him to watch with growing fascination as the kitsune’s attention turned to the defeated lovers trapped and prostrated at either side of the tiger.

“Now… Which one of the happy couple should I make mine first… Any volunteers~?” The fox purred, flashing a smirk towards the pair still entangled by his tails.

Ibzan retorted as best he could, even if all it amounted to was a defiant snarl and nervous, giggling chortles that failed to particularly impress the fox—especially as the same daze that had dismissed the Druid’s shapeshift had also returned the hyena back to his new form’s normal size.

“You can take me if you want… Just let Ibzan go, okay?” Paint answered the vulpine with as confident a grin as he could, despite the fact he was already struggling to keep his gaze from staring up into the masculine fox’s eyes, or the impressive, twitching red spire currently drooling a trail of spunk across the tiger’s chest.

The fox, and even the hyena, could tell that the dog was all bluster with a single glance. While the Kineticist and Wizard weren’t as close to the fox’s alluring masculinity as the Druid, they were still close enough for their oh-so-keen noses to pick up on the potent aroma. Ibzan might have been able to resist, for now, but the ticking damage to the blue Psyche Bar above the dog’s head was already noticeable. Worse, the fox’s pernicious scent had already brought a noticeable blush to the edge of the dog’s ears, while Ibzan’s lower perspective thanks to his new body gave him the perfect view to spot the start of a tent forming in the wild dog’s thin shorts.

“Why would I do that~? It would be downright cruel to adopt a new dog that’s bonded so closely to another and not keep them together~” The vulpine rumbled, but at least the offer seemed to draw the kitsune’s focus away from the hyena despite the desperate, pleading whoops of the polymorphed mage .

“Perhaps we should put that maw to better use than speaking such nonsense… Your partner is already such a good boy, only barking and giggling like a proper spotted hound should~ Meanwhile, those complex syllables and words just don’t seem to suit an adorable dog like you, pup~” Amor added with a smirk as the fox’s leg nearest to the wild dog pressed the balls of his digitigrade feet against the splotchy anthro’s nose—pressing down just hard enough to pin the Kineticist’s head against the ground.

Paint tried to resist, to growl out another bark of defiance or a plea for mercy! But the moment the kitsune’s warm, leathery paw pads pressed against the prostrated wild dog’s snout, he froze. His breath caught in his throat as his weak will tried to resist the smorgasbord of temptation arrayed out in front of him. No matter where his orange eyes looked—from the fox’s foot to the man’s crotch, and especially his alluring blue eyes—all seemed to offer its own inviting path of corrupting surrender! In the end, the dog’s resistance lasted for only a couple seconds, the kitsune’s clawed toes wiggling tauntingly over the foot slut’s lips before Paint’s vision fell upon the fox’s hypnotic gaze.

Will Save: Critical Failure!

The Natural 1 he rolled meant little considering the only way he could best the fox’s D.C. was by rolling a 20—except for confirming that the ever-mercurial lady luck had apparently decided to throw the odds even further in the fox’s favor to delight in their party’s downfall. The elementalist’s eyes began to glisten with the sapphire light of the kitsune’s power once more, just as his body went slack beneath the weight of the fox’s paw—no matter how desperately Ibzan tried to bark out towards him.

“N-no they don’t… Master…” Paint murmured with a faint twist of a smile creeping into the corner of his lips, completing the now enthralled canine’s listless expression.

The fox’s will crept into the back of the canine’s mind, submerging the wild dog’s thoughts of defiance beneath the tide of blue magic creeping into the crevices of his brain. He didn’t need the fox to direct him. He was already a good dog, after all—one that was happy to please those closest to him—and now that the Charm settling into his skull extended that circle to the Dungeon Boss, the painted dog was happy to spread his lips and let his long, silky tongue reverently wash along the kitsune’s paw pads~ Every loving lap an attempt to compensate the fox for whatever fatigue his feet might have suffered from their futile scuffle, the dog making sure to roll his tongue between the fox’s toes, not wanting his Master to suffer from a half-hearted attempt at apology and service!

“Is that how a good pup is meant to reply~?” Amor growled teasingly. His fox’s gaze was centered upon Paint, but those glinting blues still kept the tiger and hyena in the corner of his vision to drink in every desperate squirm and struggle Ibzan gave in an attempt to rescue his lover.

“Nnn…” The painted dog briefly thought to close his eyes to try and stop the mind-twisting sight of the fox’s face and paws from boring their way into his psyche, but even that seemed wholly beyond his spirit no matter how desperately he tried to gather his determination against their influence, even though every impulse to resist was followed by a pang of guilt for defying his adoring Master. Yet, still, he struggled with what diminishing measure of his mind and Psyche he had left, vaguely aware that the fox’s tease carried with it some greater measure of threat than the first.

Yet… Inevitably, when the fox’s implied Suggestion prompted another Save, Paint’s mind was greeted with another failure notification. “B… Bark!”

Will Save: Failure!

Intelligence Drained! 10 -> 9

The effect was immediate. A surge of comforting pleasure flowed from the canine’s head and down into the rest of his body. His mind grew even more sluggish, whilst nearly a quarter of his remaining Psyche Points were siphoned away in that one failed Save alone. He barely even noticed the notification that a point of his Intelligence had been drained away as well, leaving his mind all the more simple, and all the more suggestable. The shrinking kernel of resistance in his beguiled mind tried to tell itself that what had just happened was frightening, that he should defy the kitsune’s continued assault upon his mind with every fiber of his mental being—a position that Ibzan seemed to share by the desperate tone of his barking cries.

But… The painted dog couldn’t help wondering why it would be so bad… Things were certainly simpler when he was with his pack, running around on all fours, hunting and playing like wild beasts should, and it felt so blissful to let his mind regress… What good did his sapience do him, really~? He’d be happier, and certainly much more content, as nothing more than a mindless dog barking and lounging on his owner’s lap…

Before he knew it, another warning klaxon from a failed Save announced the next point of Intelligence had been drained. Yet his tongue continued to lavish the fox’s hindpaw with everything he could give, slobbering along the sylvan fox’s pads and toes as a blissful, yet oh so lascivious, warmth spread through his being. His modest length stood at full attention, his thin shorts glued to the tip of his red prick by the pre drooling from his eager tool.

“There’s a good pup~ But there’s something wrong, isn’t there..? You’ll have trouble running around like a happy dog should be with a body like that~”

The fox goaded Paint further, receiving an immediate affirmative bark from the ever-simpler wild dog in reply. Why was he even on two legs in the first place? That seemed silly for a beast like him that was born on four legs! What advantages did standing upright have? Thumbs? Those silly things didn’t seem that important! It wasn’t like he needed them! Those were the tools of his Master to use for throwing his ball or petting his ears, not for silly little dogs like him!

It took a second for the wild dog to remember the trick he used to switch between two and four legs now that his mind felt like it was in a fog. But, after a few moments of eye crossing concentration—and a point of Intelligence lost along the way while he smothered his face against his Master’s paw for affection—he finally remembered how to do it!

Paint’s transformation was far more seamless than the hyena’s, considering he was using his own Racial Ability to return to his true form instead of being forced into the shape by a Curse—although the knowledge for said ability was slowly bleeding out from his mind along with the rest of his thoughts. While Ibzan had shifted lopsidedly one part at a time, the sylvan canine shifted as a whole in one smooth process. His fingers and unneeded thumbs curled upon themselves, morphing into a far more fitting set of paws. His body shrank, tail wagging fiercely from within his increasingly baggy clothes. fingers curled into themselves to become paws. By the time the adorable feral canine had finished transforming, he was small enough to easily discard the strange fabric draped over him by stepping out from the peculiar tent—not paying a second thought to why it was there, nor why he could no longer remember what purpose it served, leaving his six inches of twitching dog dick pulsing from between his hind legs without a care in the world~

“See, isn’t that better~?” Amor’s words rumbled with delightful praise, drawing a joyful chi of agreement from the happy, ever more simple-minded beast. The canine’s Intelligence was now so low that every thought was a struggle, an effort that the canine sought to avoid by reaction based on instinct at every opportunity he could! Although, such impulses were torn at the moment, conflicted between following his Master’s orders and staring deep into those lovely eyes until he was a properly trained pup, and rushing to his bestest friend to comfort the worried whines from Ibzan with consoling licks!

The conflict would resolve with Paint’s whimpers joining in a begging chorus with Ibzan’s when the fox finally pulled his spit shined soles from the puppy’s snout. The feral dog’s eyes—dulled beneath the glimmering blue shine of their Master’s will—stared up towards their owner, begging for the privilege to continue worshiping that foot even if it meant the rest of his mind—and all his memories and higher thoughts with it—would be sacrificed to the kitsune just so he could continue to experience the elated pleasure that came with every unwoven neuron.

“Don’t give me those sad eyes, pup~ I’ve got a far better treat for you to play with up here~” The kitsune consoled with another purring rumble and an inviting pat to his lap. “C’mere boy, sit~”

Only with that order was Paint finally able to wrench his attention away from the fox’s gaze. But, even with the connection broken, the dog’s eyes continued to glint with the shimmering glint of the fox’s control. In fact, the glow reflected within those eyes even seemed to grow in intensity when the painted pup’s stare came to rest on the succulent, glistening treat that he was being offered~

The wild dog trotted forward, trotting on top of the trapped, ball-huffing tiger. The druid—reduced to some feral pup’s step stool—replied with an indignant grunt, especially when the canine’s paws pressed against the stirring tent developing within Eridian’s breeches. Not that the nearly thoughtless pup noticed, the noise fading into the background along with Ibzan’s worried whimpers as he pressed his nose to the root of the fox’s enticing ‘bone’, taking a deep, nostril flaring, pheromone-flooding breath straight from the kitsune’s masculinity!

Will Save: Critical Failure!

Intelligence Drained! 9 - > 7

Charisma Drained! 13 -> 12

Level Drained! 8 -> 7

Cock Length Drained! 6 -> 5

A shudder rolled through Paint’s body from the scent inundating his nose, bringing with it a tsunami of euphoric, mind-erasing pleasure. The bliss surging through the poor dog’s mind was more than his already meager reservations could resist, dragging a whimper of arousal from the dog’s throat. The dog’s shaft flexed with its ignored desire, climaxing from the mixture of the kitsune’s scent and the pleasure that came from his Stats being drained. The red prick sputtered, haphazardly shooting strings of canine seed onto the ever more annoyed tiger’s body while the Kineticist continued to imbibe that mind melting aroma.

The fox took far more than the painted dog’s Stats with his latest attack, however. The quadruped’s tool seemed to grow smaller after every swelling pulse that throbbed through it. Paint’s spheres likewise seemed to shrink, diminishing after every pumping clench to be smaller than it had been before the last flex, leaving each string of white dog spunk smaller than the last.

While Ibzan was focused on the shaft he knew so well shrinking, Eridian couldn’t help but notice how the vulpine assets smothering his face seemed to be growing heavier. The tiger’s eyes turned towards the shaft that the enchanted canine was nosing, joining him in watching the tool with rapt attention as the inch lost by the feral cock found itself a new home on the kitsune’s crotch! The fox’s shaft throbbed, twitching seemingly just shy of a climax of its own. Every twitch thickened the tool in a mirror of Paint’s diminishing assets, adding ever so slightly to its length with the additional mass. All the while, each pulse from the excited, fawned over girth sent a fecund flow of slippery vulpine pre pouring down onto the feral dog’s face. A noticeable proportion of which trickled lower to grace Eridian’s fur with the alluring musky warmth.

More than just the dog’s masculinity and Intelligence were washed away with his latest failure. The canine’s Psyche bar plummeted into the red, the warning sirens that blared to life with its critical condition failing to do anything more than be a nagging noise at the back of his mind. So too did a point of his Charisma get drained away, but most pernicious of all was an entire Level ripped from his being… Which brought a surprised, horrified whimper from the pinned hyena when he noticed a Level Up notification appear above the fox’s head next to his skull level icon—giving a hint that it wasn’t just the painted dog’s masculinity that was being siphoned away to a more worthy owner~

“Curious?” the fox taunted with a snicker towards the Wizard trying to figure out just what was happening. “This was what your tiger ‘friend’ was really after the entire time~ Little did he know the power he desired wasn’t an artifact or a place of power that he could exploit, but instead belonged to the Lord that ruled over this Dungeon~”

Eridian gave a muffled, grunting snarl in protest of the fox’s words, although even that token display of defiance took a touch of effort on the feline’s part with now that his Psyche bar had been chipped down to 90% of its once seemingly indomitable value. It was becoming harder for the druid to resist taking deeper breaths of the vulpine’s scent. Even his lips began to tingle with the tantalizing desire to run his barbed tongue across the kitsune’s potent balls to discover what taste the fur might hold. But most disturbing of all to the prideful, arrogant, and selfish Druid was the mounting sense of awe towards the fox that was seeping into his mind… He was after that power for himself, certainly, yet the consumption of the fae dog’s Levels and masculinity was nothing if not the epitome of avarice-fueled gluttony that the dark druid idolized…

But, whilst the tiger struggled with the reverence taking root, Ibzan reacted with abject horror at just how thoroughly the fox’s depravity extended. The Level that Paint had lost left him that much weaker towards the kitsune’s corrupting influence, and that much less likely to resist surrendering another fraction of his mind and spirit! Worse, it was making the kitsune more powerful, leaving him and the tiger even less likely to resist when their turns inevitably came! Yet it wasn’t concern for himself that made the hyena snarl even with his own slowly depleting Psyche Points, it was the perceived sacrilege that came from the wild dog’s Level being stolen! They were the embodiment of weeks of hard work and adventuring that the two of them had done, a metaphysical manifestation of all the memories and Experience that they shared—and now they had become nothing more than extra padding to the kitsune’s overtuned Stat Block!

Yet, despite all that, the ever-stupider Charmed dog began to lap over the fox’s dick! The canine’s silky tongue washed over the pulsing meat, momentarily leaving behind a trail of clear spit, spit-shined, vivid red meat behind it before the next sputtering twitch renewed the glaze of virility soaking the prick. The off-clear, tangy ambrosia coated the dog’s tongue with every trickling pour washing along the girth, staining his sense of taste with the flavor of the kitsune’s fecundity as he lavished his new favorite treat with attention.

“That’s enough foreplay, puppy~” Amor growled commandingly, getting a happy bark in reply from the dog now sitting precariously low at a mere 6 Intelligence.

The canine jumped forward, scrambling awkwardly up onto his Master’s lap. But, before he could curl up on Amor’s lap and push his nose back into the delightful treat he was salivating over, the fox’s arm hooked underneath the dog’s forelegs and pulled him up so that his back was pinned against his owner’s chest. A position that coincidentally allowed the tail-bound Ibzan and Eridian to see exactly what was about to transpire at the stud’s feet.

Paint only had a small idea of what the fox might have intended—such higher-order thoughts had become far too difficult for the dog to bother with if he could help it. Instead, he let the vulpine do as he wished with him, focused instead of showing how happy and excited he was for the fox’s attention by delivering his adoring puppy licks to the side of the fox’s snout—even as the kitsune’s grip tightened around his newest pet’s chest and thighs, dragging the canine up along his torso to line the feral’s ass up to the tip of his Level Draining dick~

“There’s a good pup… Now, be a good boy and… sit~” The kitsune growled against the wild dog’s ear, drawing a confused tilt of the dog’s head as the vulpine’s grip kept him from following the order he was given!

Those naughty higher thoughts were quickly knocked from the dog’s regressed mind when the fox pulled his pup toy down onto his cock~ The tapered point sunk underneath the dog’s tail, spreading the feral canine’s sphincter around the slick, wedge-like start! Paint gave a surprised bark at first, but, as his Master’s hands shifted to take a firm grip the pup’s thighs to drag him down over his dick, the feral’s maw opened wider to let loose cooing, whimpering growls and pants of bliss instead.

Paint’s hind paws kicked as several more inches of the vulpine’s cock squeezed into his small body. The thick tool ground across the canine’s prostate every time the kitsune’s demanding pace pulled him down over his firm prick—causing a bulge to stretch along the dog’s belly from all the inches of hefty kitsune meat he was being used to pleasure. The warmth from the fox’s dick spread deeper into the small dog’s belly, sparking yet further waves of pleasure bouncing within his body thanks to the fox’s pernicious influence, ensuring that the feral’s diminished shaft remained at full mast despite its recent release.

Whatever ache that should have come from being so swiftly stretched by the vulpine’s monstrous masculinity was absent, or at least was completely disregarded by the enthralled pup’s consciousness. Every bit of pleasure crashing across the beast’s mind was left free to run wild without those physical constraints holding them back, enhanced even further by the vulpine’s enthralling influence guiding him towards his inevitable fate more effectively than any leash could. The fox’s alluring scent glazed across his nostrils from the preseed, the bliss that came from surrendering his Stats and Levels to his Master, and the button-mashing girth grinding across his erogenous buttons with every rolling press into his rump, all of those assaults from almost every angle ensured his mind was left stewing in the pleasant cocktail of euphoria that suffocated any sense of self-preservation he had.

No wonder, then, that by the time the fox’s advancing tool kissed its fat, tri-lobed knot against his stretched-pink pucker, the canine’s body surrendered another climax. A whining bark rolled from the painted dog’s throat as another failed Save inflamed the blue glint within his orange-eyes even brighter. His expression slipped further into a dopey grin as yet more of his mental Attributes, as well as another Level, were offered to his glorious, loving Master. The dog’s sputtering dick once again shrank as it christened Eridian’s clothes and fur with the wasted puppy batter, except this time the reciprocal growth of the vulpine’s dick at its expense was stretching the feral male’s body wider with its gains.

“It feels so good to give in, doesn’t it~?” Amor growled against the canine’s ear, coaxing one of the painted dog’s ears to lift dutifully for his Master’s words. “All those inches, all those Stats, all those Levels… Don’t they deserve a better home with me than on a simple puppy like you~? They’d just get in the way of you being a good little dog, wouldn’t they~?”

Paint barked affirmatively, sending another shiver of pleasure tickling across his ever more feral brain as he agreed with his owner’s desires.

The kitsune’s hands tightened their grip around the dog’s hindquarters, lifting his living cock sleeve up to drag several inches of glossy red meat free, before slamming the hapless canine back down again, and again. All the while, the fox made sure that Ibzan could see his fat dick ravage his lover’s rump, flaunting how thoroughly he was robbing the canine of everything that he was right in front of the helpless hyena. The Wizard’s shame was only worsened by the fact that his cock—much like Eridian’s— was standing at attention thanks to the vulpine’s musk smothering their noses. His tool pulsed at attention between his hind legs, coaxed from its sheath by the pheromones gnawing their way into their psyche, and perhaps corrupting something even deeper than his mind that the Wizard wasn’t quite yet ready to acknowledge.

The few meager inches Paint was left with didn’t take long for the fox to demolish, along with the better part of the canine’s Levels and Intelligence~ Amor shifted his hold on the wild dog, treating him more like a fleshlight with one firm grasp wrapped around the canine’s scruff, whilst the other kept its hold on the dog’s hips to ram him down onto the insatiable vulpine dick plundering his depths for its own selfish delight over and over again. The pup’s toe-pads splayed with the cascading waves of pleasure erupting with every ramming assault into his rear, giddily trading away his mind and power for yet more of the sordid bliss the fox offered in exchange, pushed to one climax right after the last—with no sign of the fox slowing as minute after minute of whimpering carnal bliss played out.

Until, as the canine’s diminutive red lipstick twitched with barely an inch above his little coin purse—his mind drained down to a dumbfounded stupor that struggled to think, and the rest of his Stats reduced down to that of a novice—one last shameful release finally robbed the last of Paint’s masculinity~ With a final flex of the tiny prick, the dog’s shaft slipped into its small pouch. The pup’s last drop of seed drooled from its entrance, before the next twitch of his tiny marbles took away even that. The now empty furred pocket and small spheres soon joined his now absent prick in oblivion, shriveling into the feral dog’s crotch, followed by the glistening, needy black lips of Paint’s new spade taking root in its place—just as a new Status Icon appeared underneath his oh so depleted Psyche bar.

Condition Acquired: Heat!

“Mmm… How do you like your new sex, pup~? It should be far more useful for your new duties as my personal puppy mill~ Oh, don’t pay any mind to that Status you just got, I’ll be taking care of it for you all too soon~”

The fox snarled as his hands dragged the pup up once more, this time allowing every last inch of the stomach bulging cock to finally slide free of the pup’s well-stretched rump—allowing the extra size it had acquired at the expense of Paint’s own to be shown off to the kitsune’s captive audience. The tapered prick slid free with a tumbling spurt of the pre the kitsune’s girth had trapped within the well-used pucker by its size, allowing another musky flow to pour down and refresh the glistening layer of spunk lathering the cock, as well as to splatter across the tiger’s ball-smothered face with another flurry of barely resisted Will Saves.

Ibzan gulped, staring on helplessly as the fox continued to show off for his detriment, taking his time lining the monster of a tool up to the wild dog’s wet, dripping sex—even throwing in a few grinding teases for good measure to bring the most desperate, pleading whimpers from Paint’s lips that the hyena had ever heard.

“Do you want it, pup~?” Amor continued to tease, growling so close to the dog’s ear that the vibrations from his words tickled against the needy, half-feral minded canine’s fur. “All it’ll cost you is what meager remnants of your Mind and levels you have left… But that’s hardly any cost at all, is it~?”

There wasn’t any resistance left in the canine towards his inevitable demise. A happy, pleading bark begged for the fate that the sylvan lord was offering—assuming he was even able to understand what the fox’s words meant at all. The splotch-patterned pup’s tail wagged frantically against its owner’s belly as he squirmed, not to try to escape, but instead to try and push himself down onto the bone he was so enthralled with—grinding his new, estrus-raddled sex against the trickling point of masculinity!

“There’s a good puppy~” Amor growled again. His glowing, enthralling blue eyes glancing down past his current toy towards the two boys stuck at his feet, yet to be graced with his care and attention like the happy-go-lucky canine. His stare remained on the two with his devious, crooked grin pressed against the whimpering feral’s cheek while his hands rolled his new bitch down—dragging the canine’s spade down over his vivid red column of masculinity. “Or, should I say… That’s my pup~?”

It didn’t take long at all for that new sex to throw Paint into yet another Level Draining climax, his stretched lips not even half of the way down the prick breaking in his tender new walls with their slow, yet firm, advance. A groaning bark, and the wild dog’s supple walls clenched down onto the tool with its milking writhe, making the vivid impression the tool made within his abdomen as it advanced into his fertility even more pronounced! At least this time that cock—having already drained his masculinity to nonexistence—didn’t grow to make the nerve-wracking girth even fatter, but he still had a few more points of Intelligence and Levels left to lose.

Will Save: Failure!

Intelligence Drained! 5 - > 4

Charisma Drained! 7 -> 6

Level Drained 3 -> 2

The poor dog’s Psyche bar had been in the red for quite some time, but with the latest save it had been reduced to nothing but a tiny red sliver whilst the mental alarms blared with warnings that it had just hit zero! The canine was at his breaking point. Whilst the dog might no longer remember, his Wizard lover was more than aware that every following Will Save he failed from now on would be inflicting permanent, irreparable corruption to his mind—or at least what precious little there was left of it.

Ibzan tried to resist as best he could, growling, grunting, whooping and giggle-barking, even going so far as to try and ineffectively bite one of the monstrously powerful kitsune’s ankles or tails, anything he could think of to try and stop the inevitable! But all he was able to do was work himself up into a panting fit, dragging more of the fox’s beguiling scent into his snout while his adrenaline-charged heart dutifully spread the aphrodisiac’s pernicious influence throughout his body. His brown eyes watched with sullen remorse and traitorous desire as Paint welcomed his demise with whimpered barks and pants of bliss. His feminine sex eagerly delivered release after release, painting the red behemoth with his estrus as its fat knot glands ground threateningly against the tender black sex—the entrance seeming oh so undersized compared to the task at hand.

Three Intelligence and one Level left… Paint could barely be described as sentient anymore, dumber than even a novice Wizard’s familiar, making him more on par with the most cunning of animal companions. But however charitably it was classified, he was still sentient, leaving some hope that the dog’s Stats and mind could be restored if they found a skilled enough healer. But that faint hope wouldn’t last if he lost that last point and became as simple-minded as any other dog, not when his Psyche had flatlined and the fox’s corrupting influence seeped into the canine’s very soul!

That confident, toothy smirk spread across Amor’s lips once more when he noticed the mounting anxiety within the trapped hyena. The kitsune’s showmanship put on full display as he reaffirmed his grip upon his puppy bitch’s body, dull claws raking possessively through the desert suited fur of the foreign beast. His snarling lips hovered next to the feral’s ears, yet he still growled loud enough for his declaration to be clearly heard by the tiger and hyena, sending reciprocal ripples through their own floundering Psyches from the domineering words.

“You. Are. Mine~”

With such a simple, magical phrase, the fox slammed his bestial fleshlight down, and with a few equally firm, demanding bucks upwards, the sylvan lord finally sank his knot into the tight canine that they had been grinding against for the last few minutes~ A lurid, wet plop echoed throughout the Boss Arena, while the bulge on the pup’s belly stretched upwards another few inches as the throbbing glands sunk into the dog’s knot pocket—spade overtly stretched across those conquering, sealing glands.

Time stopped for Ibzan, brown eyes glued to the sight above him as he uttered a prayer to every deity of mercy and salvation he could think of. Before the first clench of the kitsune’s spheres denied whatever divine providence the Wizard desperately hoped to invoke, flooding his new bitch’s womb full of the virile fox’s seed—the bulge the shaft made in the small dog pulsing in tandem with those spheres, letting them follow every rope fired straight into the dog’s achingly fertile womb.

Will Save: Failure!

Intelligence Drained! 3 -> 2!

Level Drained! 1 -> 0!

Paint no longer meets the Intelligence requirements for the Class Kineticist, Class removed!

Paint no longer meets the Intelligence requirements to possess his own name! Name removed!

Condition Acquired: Pregnant! The Condition Heat has been alleviated!

Permanent Condition Acquired: Broken!

Permanent Condition Acquired: Mark of Claim!

The dog was brought to one climax after another! Every twitch of his Master’s rod sent a new turbulent rush of pleasure coursing through the now will-less canine, stripping him of the tattered remnants of his higher thought—with only a goofy, jubilant smile and groaning whimper in reaction to its loss. The last glint of Intelligence was snuffed from the now nameless painted dog’s mind, his tongue lolling thoughtlessly from his lips as he instinctively ground down to smother his drooling cunt against his owner’s lap—hoping to draw every last drop of vulpine ambrosia he could from the kitsune’s heavy balls despite the fact that the fox’s release was already starting to swell the pup’s abdomen underneath the weight of seed trapped within his womb-turned-cocksleeve!

But, of course, such concepts were far beneath the beast’s capacity to understand now~ The only thing the dog knew was that it felt good to be bred by Master, that the aching need of his ovaries were satisfied with every pulse bloating his belly further with a much more satisfying sensation of fullness. Even as his cum swollen, once fertile, now thoroughly claimed womb had reached its zenith—the claim the fox’s virility had upon his new toy made evident by the black, vulpine-head and tail flanked mark of his Master’s conquest crowning his abdomen—the hound continued to whimper and beg for more. But, no matter how many successive ropes were pumped into the kit mill’s sex, the dog’s belly didn’t swell any further—leaving him looking like he was ready to birth his litter right then and there, whilst any further seed past his body’s capacity poured free despite the fox’s fat knot still lodged in place.

The babbling brook of virility washed over the Dungeon Boss’ nuts, before falling down in a veritable waterfall of jizz to douse the two poor sluts held beneath the dog with pint-sized buckets of warm, addictive seed~ The blared warning of a failed Will Save from Eridian and Ibzan followed—that potent ambrosia besting even the Druid’s titanic modifier as their faces were glazed in the thick, potent essence spilling from their fallen companion’s depths.

Chunks of their Psyche bars disappeared beneath the mentally crushing assault, leaving Ibzan’s total nearing the halfway point by the time the fox’s climax had run its course, whilst Eridian’s still hovered near three-quarters. But the worse came with the rush of pleasure coursing through them from the sudden, pheromonal deluge, pushing the pair’s loins towards a climax even without the fox’s direct involvement~ The hyena’s shameful seed spilled onto the floor, whilst the tiger’s was left to stew in his embarrassing, seed soaked pants.

A terrified expression crossed the feral hyena’s face as he struggled to resist the pheromone-driven compulsion, before the look of terror was swiftly washed away from the same wave of pleasure that Paint had felt as he and the tiger’s masculinities and Levels were drained—losing the 5th level spell slot he had held onto as well as he fell down to Level 8. The Wizard and Druid whimpered and groaned in irresistible delight, joined by a happy bark from the wild dog that squirmed in appreciation at the extra girth the rod buried within him had gained from their tribute.

The aroma of the kitsune’s crotch was intoxicating, making it a struggle as they sat there to not imbibe more of the addictive scent, but the potent essence which coated their nostrils and lips was utterly irresistible—especially after their Will had been undermined by their climax and drained stats. Even the reserved and strong of mind Druid, after being softened up from huffing the source of the sylvan’s seemingly immaculate virility, couldn’t stop himself from rolling his tongue forward and imbibing a good mawful of the powerful, mind-numbing cream. Another failed Will save wrung out from his mind from the divine taste which crossed his senses, leaving him struggling with all his might to resist the second Psyche damaging lap. But, in the end, Eridian couldn’t stop himself, his grooved tongue washing across the kitsune’s potent nuts to drag the flavor soaking the silky hairs to his own taste buds, bringing his still considerable tigerhood to a pronounced twitch as the cracks in his dominant demeanor started to spread—reflected in the subtle blue shimmer of the kitsune’s Authority that started to take root in the Druid’s yellow eyes.

Ibzan wasn’t directly beneath the torrent of overflowing virility like the tiger was, but even he couldn’t resist a quick flick of his tongue across his snout—lying to himself that it was to clear the viscous fecundity from his nostrils before his next breath flooded his lungs with its enthralling scent. That taste alone was enough to bring that ominous blue shimmer to his own eyes, leaving the hyena wrestling against the compulsion the kitsune’s beguiling influence brought—prodding him to join the tiger in worshipping the very loins that had broken and taken his lover from him.

“You two are eager, aren’t you~?” The fox rumbled with a tease as the mindless pup excitedly wiggled against the knot holding him in place. The wild dog rubbed its back against his owner’s chest, lapping against the fox’s chin as the excitable canine struggled to remain in place while stuck on that knot. There wasn’t a single ‘thought’ in the cuntpup’s mind anymore, only impulses that drove him towards being the best boy he could be for his vulpine Master.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to experience the same bliss my new puppy has experienced… Speaking of, its bad manners to let your dogs wander around uncollared~ And if he’s going to be wearing my collar, I might as well give my new dog a name to go along with it~”

Ibzan tried to interject with a sharp bark as he tried to shout the canine’s name, but his animalistic maw and vocal chords were incapable of speaking that precious word anymore—leaving the fox to have the honors of bequeathing the dog’s new address as his hand weaved a spell to conjure forth a simple brown leather collar around the fae dog’s neck, one that sported not just his owner’s name, but the pup’s as well—Splotch. A name that the world itself recognized as the Status Bar above the canine’s head, as well as in their party roster on the left-hand side of their vision, updated to match.

???’s owner set to Kitsune Lord Amor!

Kitsune Lord Amor has selected ???’s new Class: Sylvan Hound! This Class cannot be Retrained or Removed, and does not allow Multiclassing!

Kitsune Lord Amor has given ??? a new name: Splotch!

Splotch has left the Party to join his Master’s side! The Party Leader position has been transferred to Ibzan.

The pang of humiliation and guilt within Ibzan’s breast faded far quicker than it should have, along with his defiance now that the azure glimmer of the fox’s influence was creeping into the corners of his own vision, hinting at how the Boss Fox’s thoughts were starting to influence his own—as if the Charmed status conditions beneath his and Eridian’s health bars wasn’t enough of a giveaway.

The spotted hyena tried to pry his lips back to showcase his fangs, yet the muscles of his snout refused to cooperate with such an overt act of defiance any longer. Worse, the brief taste of seed had made it difficult for him to not turn his eyes towards the kitsune’s enthralling eyes, barely managing to keep his gaze lowered only because of the craving he had developed for the thick, fecund streaks of kitsune seed pouring down from his friend’s over-filled spade. It was almost impossible to balance those new desires against one another—teetering between them like a grain of iron balanced between two magnets would inevitably leave him falling to one at the slightest nudge—knowing all the while that surrendering to one would continue to degrade his Psyche and draw him deeper into the vulpine’s corrupting influence.

So, instead, the Wizard gambled on what he presumed to be the least dangerous of the two propositions, joining Eridian in using the kitsune’s very assets as a shield between him and the fox’s mind-stealing gaze—or maybe that was all just another excuse he used to justify his tongue washing along the nut opposite from the one Eridian was worshipping, believing as strongly as he could that he hated every second of it despite the tingling waves of warmth and pleasure that flowed through him with every musk-tainted lap.

“There’s a good pair of boys~ Doesn’t it feel so much better to give in instead of struggling against the inevitable~? Look at how much happier my new pup is now that he’s given up that silly dream of his to be an Adventurer, and instead dedicated the rest of eternity to being my adorable hound~ Don’t you want to be as contented and satisfied as he is~? Don’t you want the comfort that comes from feeling your owner’s collar around your neck as you curl up on his lap, with no other care in the world~?”

The fox’s words teased against both of their ears, yet found far more fertile ground in Ibzan’s mind than the tiger’s. A shameful flush crossed the hyena’s ears from the allure he felt from the suggestion. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already played with that concept with Paint Splotch, after all… He already had his own fancy pink collar that he kept in his pack, until he and the painted dog settled into their tent for the night. His lover would wrap the accessory around his neck, teasing the Wind Wizard about being his ‘pup’ and lap warmer, giving the typically overthinking mage an opportunity to turn off his brain and just relax while sprawled across the dog’s thighs—even if the difference in their size did make the position rather awkward.

Withdrawing into the depths of his thoughts left his consciousness distracted from the task of resisting the kitsune’s influence. In the few moments it took him to analyze his desires his nose had instinctively pushed against the kitsune’s hefty assets, greedily imbibing the aroma he was trying to ration his exposure to—clouding his lungs with the potent scent. Worse, his tongue had followed suit, charging forward without reservation to lap up every wad of addicting cream with blind hunger, each slurp more tantalizing and irresistible than the last. By the time that the feral polymorphed crocuta’s attention had noticed, he was unable to stop himself—barely managing to freeze his tongues movements for but a second with all of his remaining willpower, before the muscle continued on its ball-washing, addiction-satisfying journey with every repetitive lick, whilst his brown eyes began to glow with a bright blue sheen by the second.

“Just give me a second to help squirm my dog off this knot and…~”

PLOP.

With a loud, lurid squelch, the kitsune’s firm grip upon the giddy, cum-sated wild dog pried him from the deflating dam which held back the tide of stomach-swelling jizz still trapped within him. The pair were immediately doused in another sultry deluge of overly virile nut sludge, the surge of pheromones and warmth painting their faces once triggering another flurry of failed Will Saves. Except this time, as the hyena and tiger shuddered on the precipice of another release, they were compelled by their newfound cravings and Charmed Conditions to part their lips and welcome the tangy ambrosia—tinged with the flavor of their party leader’s fertility—across their tongues and into their maws!

Ibzan’s faltering mind struggled to once again marshal his ever-weakening willpower, barely stopping his edging prick from jizzing away another Level. It wasn’t due to some amazing feat of mental resilience, however, his success owed largely due to a lucky roll on his Save, and the circumstantial modifiers that came from how recently his last release had been. But he still couldn’t stop himself from emboldening the craving taking root in his core with every tongue full of spunk he lapped into his maw—coaxing the hyena’s curiously long and fluffy tail to lift with the growing need burning within his loins.

The world around the Wizard was becoming increasingly irrelevant as his depleting Psyche bar drew towards the red. His focus was fixated upon the vulpine that had taken the most precious thing in the world from him, his mind raging in a confusing torrent of fading rage and growing lust. All the while, the edges of his vision were increasingly obscured by the same blue tint of the fox’s eyes, leaving his sight entirely dominated by the seed-slathered spire in front of him, and the vulpine’s dominating gaze staring down at him past the slab of red meat and alabaster cream.

He barely noticed that what had once been his closest friend and lover had dismounted from his Master the Dungeon Boss’ lap, and even then only because it left the glorious tool fully open to his and the tiger’s mounting desires. The painted dog wasn’t away for long, however, soon nudging its snout against the side of the feral mage’s face to lap away at some of the cum matting his spotted fur, tail wagging eagerly against the mage’s flanks—leaving a trail of his their his owner’s seed in his wake as it continued to spill forth from his utterly inundated spade.

“Isn’t that cute… My new puppy wants to play with his brother~” Amor growled with a tease, reaching down to rub his blunt claws against Ibzan’s round ears—drawing a contemptible churr from the hyena’s throat, and an almost imperceptible rumble of jealousy from the Druid left languishing beneath those mighty musky nuts.

The kitsune’s touch was electric, sending pleasant, tingling waves that crept along his scalp and into the Wizard’s head. The feral mage’s breath froze, briefly freezing as he tried to compel his disobedient body to pull away from the mesmerizing touch. His eyes partially closed, a hint of a cross-eyed squint in their features as he strained with every fiber of his being to resist those oh-so-comforting and inviting pets…

“Chi! Chi!” Ibzan breathed a guilty sigh of relief as the fox’s attention was turned off of him by his former lover’s barking for attention. He briefly hoped that the painted dog, despite all of the deprivation and loss of self that had happened to him, was still trying to protect him… Only for that optimistic thought to twist in his chest as he tilted his head—keeping his sight focused upon the kitsune’s dick as he was unable to summon the willpower to avert his gaze entirely, but allowing him to see his friend in the corner of his vision.

The excited pup was sitting proudly next to his half-puppy-indoctrinated lover with a familiar pink collar held in his fangs, his tail wagging like a pet that had just brought its Master’s slippers. It was Ibzan’s collar. The collar that the puppy formerly known as Paint had strung around his neck plenty of nights whenever he had won their monster killing game to see who would be in charge in the bedroll. Had the now completely feral fae sought it out from their haphazardly discarded packs on his own volition? Or had their his owner given the dog a mental prod to ‘fetch’..?

“It seems like your fellow hound knows what you need~ I’m sure you’d love to put it on for yourself, if you still had thumbs, so here… I’ll put it on for you~” The hand that was trying to suppress the hyena’s turbulent mind retreated from his head, simultaneously bringing relief and a surprising whimper of complaint at its withdrawal.

For all the dread seething within the Wizard’s psyche, he couldn’t help but feel… excited as Paint Splotch walked over with his beloved collar in maw. The mage’s slightly diminished rod twitching hard as a rock between his hind legs whilst the rest of him perked up just as sternly, standing tall with his neck outstretched—a reaction to the pink leather band that had been conditioned after many months of traveling with his lover. His heart drummed, pumping the enthralling elements of the fox’s scent throughout his body whilst his mind raced. So many fond, intimate memories of his and the wild dog’s time together rushed through his thoughts, creating pangs of guilt and excitement as he started to wonder… Just how much better would it be with the strong, intimidating, monster of a fox possessing his leash over the canine that was smaller than him?

The shame that he should have felt—both from the betrayal of his fallen lover and the typical hint he felt whenever he acted the part of a pup—had been thoroughly curtailed by the blue-shine of vulpine enthrallment in his eyes and mind, allowing the Wizard to wallow in the anticipation and joy he felt for indulging in his vice. There was a part of him that wanted to do more than pretend to be a pup, however… A growing part of his floundering Psyche, nurtured by his soon-to-be Master’s guiding hand that longed for the same blissful, mindless, and thoughtless existence that that the canine had found himself in—untroubled by the day-to- day concerns that came from having a mind and thumbs.

His thoughts gave way to barely constrained excitement as his new owner the fox finally plucked his precious collar from his fellow pet’s snout! His tail wagged in concert to Splotch’s, eyes finally able to wrench themselves away from the fox’s dick or eyes to follow the journey of the pink collar as the kitsune lifted it up to examine.

The hyena watched excitedly with a curious tilt of his head as, instead of placing the band of his devotion around his neck immediately, the kitsune began to weave his magic around the collar, cursing blessing it with the Enchantments the vulpine desired. The Wizard reflexively attempted to identify the exact nature of the magic that was being added to his favorite accessory—beyond the obvious tag that sported his new name that was summoned to its front ring—before shying away from his natural curiosity a second later as such un-puppy-like thoughts were chased away by a renewed gleam within his eyes. Did it really matter what his new owner added..? It wasn’t for dogs like him and Splotch to know, after all.

Ibzan didn’t need to be commanded. As soon as the fox’s wonderworking had finished, the excitement he felt every time his collar was unfastened and held towards him compelled the mage to step forward. His eyes, rapidly consumed beneath the shimmering azure hue of Enthrallment, stared beggingly towards the fox as he took either end of the strap in hand. His chin tilted up, waiting for Amor to place it around his neck… To seal his fate as belonging to the fox, to become nothing but his pet.

It was too good an offer to resist, especially when his mind was so subsumed—so made proper—by the fox’s Influence and his diminished Stats!

Click.

Item Equipped: Spots' Collar (Cursed)!

Status Effect: Collared!

Curses applied by Spots' Collar: Cannot be removed, -4 to Will Saves against Owner, Fertility Increased!

“There… Isn’t that so much better~?” His Master rumbled, sending shivers down Ibzan’s spine, and a small bob of his head downwards in agreement.

He did feel better now that he was properly ‘dressed’ for his part. The leather band around his throat comforted him better than any hug, dispelling the dread and despair that had clung to the hyena since his fellow hound had been trained. More than that, in fact, as he paradoxically felt… safe in his owner’s presence! He knew what his Master intended for them all, and yet, that didn’t matter at all as he pumped his forehead against the fox’s lap, nuzzling the cum-laden spheres that were the source of the Enthralled pup’s favorite treat.

The kitsune’s hands returned to his scalp now that the all-important task of collaring the Wizard had finished. This time, without fear to compel him to resist, Ibzan pushed into the petting hand. Every scratch from his Master’s claws combed through his mind as much as they did his fur. Any ‘wrong’ thoughts—scattered throughout his psyche like entangled knots— were either cleaved free from his mind or straightened out into the proper puppy concepts he should have been dwelling on all along allowing the shameless desires he felt for his predicament, and the fate that had befallen the first of the fox’s hounds, to blossom. With just a few, doting scratches, the Wizard’s brown eyes were entirely consumed by the azure glow, obscuring their original color as his expression adopted the look of listless bliss he had seen on Splotch during his turn with their Master.

The hyena’s mind sank beneath the tide of blue inundating his thoughts, lulled by those delightful scritches and dragged down by the weight of the collar around his neck like an anchor—hurtling his Psyche Bar down into the red along with it. The last hint of tension within the hyena’s expression finally relaxed, a blissfully enchanted state of mind sweeping across his features as the crocuta’s excitement was allowed to run completely wild.

“See~? What did I tell you… Doesn’t it just feel… right… to let those thoughts go~?” Another rumble from the kitsune left the Enthralled puppy wondering how he could ever question the fox’s wisdom on such matters.

Ibzan gave an affirmative rumble in response, his now glimmering blue gaze staring towards his owner with eager anticipation, shifting his weight against the lumpy feline rug beneath his paws as he kept his eyes trained on the vulpine’s beguiling eyes and the hefty vulpine girth hovering just in front of his snout. His nostrils flared as he eagerly drank in the scent he had once tried to so foolishly resist, before stepping forward to plant his face against the side of his Master’s knot, smearing the fecund glaze coating the half-engorged glands into his fur as he did so—still doing his best to keep the mind-ordering pets on his scalp as he did so.

“There’s a good pup,” Amor’s rumbled words settled pleasantly in the Enthralled mage’s head, drawing a rush of pride through the collared spellcaster’s chest from his praise—especially once the words were paired with another delightfully beguiling head scritch~ “Now… Turn around and show me how eager you are to bare my kits like your fellow hound~”

The enthralled pup went to move away but stopped as the edge of his Master’s tidying claws were about to slip from his head—drawing a conflicted whine from the subdued hyena’s throat as he wrestled with his need for those pets verses his compulsion to obey his owner’s decree. Eventually, his desire to be the fox’s good boy won out, the feral Wizard moving as hastily as he could with his unfamiliar set of four legs on top of the grunting tiger protesting where the eager mage stepped—although the Druid’s protests had started to grow half-hearted since the cum bath they had received.

His eyes briefly lingered on the fox’s enthralling blue for a second longer, glancing back past his raised tail as he squirmed his hips in an effort to entice the fox to start—a hint of his pesky Intelligence despite the pruning his mind had undergone. But, after that longing glance, a noise to his side drew enough curiosity to lull the eager crocuta to its source.

It was Splotch. After having done his duty as a good boy to fetch his fellow pet’s collar, the dog had settled onto his side, lifting a hind leg at just the right angle to show off his recently bred spade. A trickle of thick alabaster cream still sluggishly spilled free from the puffy, inflamed lips in a slow, turbulent flow, his branded belly still swollen with the cum trapped within his inundated womb. The mindless dog paid only half of his mind towards what was about to happen to his fellow canine, to busy dutifully lapping over the mess their owner had left him in—a seemingly Sisyphean task considering the essence yet to drip its way from the pup’s bloated womb, yet one that the painted dog relished in with every lap of addictive ambrosia drawn down his hungry maw.

“Eager to join him, are you~? You’d be so much happier without the burden that comes with freedom and sapiency~ Don’t worry… I’ll help you relieve yourself of all those unwanted Intelligence points so that you can be just as blissfully thoughtless as your fellow pet~ After all, they’d look far better padding out my Character Sheet instead, don’t you think~? Inflating my Stat Block right next to the points I helped my exotic little puppy get rid of~”

There was no resistance left to the pup to deny the fox’s words, or the sense that they made now that his mind had been properly ordered and his free will suppressed. All he could do was give a faint nod, yet another hint that the puppy hadn’t yet become as good and yappy as the one in front of him, as well as lift his rump as high as he could as his owner once again left his throne.

Eridian breathed a sigh of relief when the nuts he had been drawn to clean were finally extracted from his salivating maw with a faint plop. But his moment of respite wouldn’t last any longer than the brief tinge of regret he had about being separated from the vulpine’s supreme masculinity before he was yanked forward by the tails still holding him fast to the floor. Shortly thereafter followed by the fox’s firm grip against the hyena’s hips pushing the feral male down until the enspelled hyena’s twitching masculinity tapped against his chin and throat!

“Get off me, you dumb mutt!” The tiger growled. His first impulse was to sling an insult towards the kitsune as well—only to find he was unable to voice a complaint towards his ‘honorable host’ after one too many failed Will saves.

His defiance was further humbled when Amor settled in behind the offering pup, giving Eridian an even closer view to this conquest than he had the last. The feline gulped with an unbecoming blush to his typically reserved demeanor, watching as the fox’s heavy, lumbering dumbbells for balls swayed precariously close to his face as the kitsune lined his glistening slab of vulpine virility up to the eager hyena’s pucker.

“Now, now… Don’t you go insulting my precious puppy like that~ Sure, he’s a bit disobedient right now, with that mind of his mostly intact, but he’s trying his best to be a good, mindless dog~ Besides… That mind of his won’t be a problem in just a few minutes~” The kitsune rumbled with a depraved smirk.

His hips rolled forward, teasing the Ibzan’s well experienced rump with something that was far larger than its typical cock-fare. A nervous whimper welled up from the Charmed hyena’s throat as the quadruped felt the thick tool begin to press forward with a fresh deluge of fecund pre to glaze the entrance. Then, with a flex from the kneeling vulpine’s chiseled thighs, the warm red lance sunk in underneath Ibzan’s tail, spreading his pucker wider than Paint’s manhood could ever have hoped to. Yet, despite the burning stretch of being spread around such a massive, and so recently enlarged, tool, the hypnotic thralldom the transformed mage was held under left such sensations a distant, barely cognizant feeling. Whatever trepidations Ibzan’s subconscious might have felt about taking the almost obscene spire of vulpine dickmeat were disregarded by his enchanted mind, serving his masculinity, mind, and Levels on a silver platter for that shaft to drain as he basked in the submissive satisfaction of being a good sleeve for his owner’s dick.

The fox’s blunt claws wrapped firmly around the hyena’s hips to drag him back, requiring the crocuta’s awkward stance to adjust in the brief moment he had before the kitsune slammed forward, and rammed the abdomen bulging rod straight against his unprepared prostate! A pleased whine fell from the hyena’s lips as his shaft flexed at the precipice of another climax from just the first thrust.

The quadruped wouldn’t be left squirming on the precipice for long. The kitsune’s next thrust forward—grinding his slick red mast across the hyena’s sensitive button and rolling the smaller feral’s body against the pinned Druid—pushed the beguiled pup to the second of his Stat draining climaxes. The hyena’s spheres twitched against Eridian’s chin, growing lighter and smaller with every clench, whilst the increasingly less and less modest prick stained the tiger’s fur with the last beads of hyena-musk that the soon-to-be mindless pup would produce.

The notifications of the hyena’s lost Level and mental Attributes appeared just above Ibzan’s shriveling spheres to the feline’s gaze, whilst just a bit higher to the tiger’s sight the reverse notification of the kitsune’s boons appeared leaping from the giant fuzzy sack flexing with their modest growth in size.

“Nnnn… Hurry up and… get off of me already.” Eridian struggled to try and shove the feral beast off, as if his strength from such a disadvantageous angle could counteract the vulpine’s immense physical superiority—especially as the tiger wrestled with his growing conflicted desires in regards to the superior beast of a fox enjoying his prey.

“Oh, I think I understand… You’re upset about the mess that my pup has made of your clothes, aren’t you~?” Amor teased with a chuckle, even as his hips continued to rail forward—pounding into his new hyena-bitch and swinging the looming joy threat that was the kitsune’s balls closer to his face.

An indignant rumble rolled from the cat’s throat. The mess the hyena had made!? The strings of shrinking seed on his shirt had nothing compared to the deluge of vulpine spunk the Boss had soaked them in as part of his previous climax and pullout! If anything was responsible for ruining his outfit, it was that stupid, sexy fox!

“Don’t worry, I suppose it must be getting rather… cramped in those clothes of yours anyway, right?” Amor teased again, this time about the Druid’s achingly hard prick tenting his leather breaches.

“Help..? Wait, don’t!” The tiger’s words weren’t fast enough to stop the fox—if they would have stopped him at all. With a snap of the kitsune’s fingers, blue flames once again flickered into existence around the tails that held him in place. Fortunately, the peculiar fire didn’t burn the Druid’s fur even as the strange magic began to dance across his prostrated form, but the same could not be said about his equipment. The azure embers seemed to catch on his enchanted leather armor, incinerating the magic weaved into the leather just as much as it did the cured hide, exposing his white-and-orange-striped fur wherever the strange magic tickled over his skin. Until, by the end, he was left just as naked as the fox’s other bitches.

A blush briefly spread across Eridian’s ears and cheeks as he felt the cool air of the Dungeon over his entire body, stripped bare with the proof of his shameful arousal now exposed for all to see. His red, barbed cat cock throbbed right in front of the ever more mindless crocuta’s face, poised on the edge of another release that Eridian’s considerable Will was just barely keeping himself from falling to.

It wasn’t just the cool breeze flowing through the room that sent shivers tingling up the Druid’s spine as they brushed over his unattended dick, there was also the much more concerning warm, humid, panting breath of the hyena being pounded on top of him, and, every so often, the pup’s lolling tongue that occasionally brushed ever so lightly over his traitorous prick which was oh so eager to doom his mind and power to the enthralling vulpine’s gluttony!

Yet it wasn’t the hyena that decided to help the tiger’s journey along to fertile bitchhood, at least at first. That inglorious honor went to the southern wild dog. Even with his brain regressed down to a feral almond tucked safely within his small cranium and thoroughly conditioned towards his new Master’s service, ‘Splotch’ was still quite an eager, helpful canine that wished to make himself of use~ From his position beneath the fox and hyena, he couldn’t tell that the pup had finished cleaning his thoroughly bred spade until the animal had pressed his warm nose right against the base of the tiger’s engorged prick!

Eridian jumped, doing his best to squirm his primed-to-fire cock away from the dog. But, no matter how he writhed, his shaft couldn’t escape the dog’s tongue as the beast delivered a long, lavishing slurp—bouncing the prick with every teasing lap right in front of Ibzan’s distracted gaze. It was only a matter of time before the swaying motion bounced that shuddering shaft against the hyena’s nose, finally rousing the beast’s attention towards it after staring vacantly forward while his ass was being reamed for the last minute—joining in to pin the cat’s cock between a pair of thoughtlessly lapping feral’s relishing in their blissfully depraved antics~

Status Acquired: Assist! (x2) – Will Saves against Kitsune Lord Amor reduced by -2 from Assistance provided by Ibzan and Splotch!

Will Save: Failure!

The tiger’s balls shuddered, sending strings of cat spunk falling upon the pups’ faces, as well as further the mess his earlier climax had left upon his crotch. His hips gave a reflexive roll as the pleasure of his drained spirit rocked his being, furthering the mess as he ground his increasingly modest pride between the two beast’s lapping maws despite the physical and mental lethargy from his lost Attributes spread.

At least his drained Stats were being put to better use plundering the pup-minded Wizard~ The kitsune’s dick throbbed larger before Eridian’s very eyes, sparking even louder and higher pitched whimpers from the Level Drained slut as the kitsune’s flaring knot smacked against the hyena’s tender rear, pounding the feral’s prostate into submission as another climax followed so soon after the last, then another, and another. Each time Ibzan’s unattended girth shrank further across the feline’s jaw, leaving behind less of a mess with each subsequent climax as its size and virility was siphoned to a more worthy possessor, until that once average shaft had become so diminutive it could no longer escape its own pouch.

“Despite how little there is left to drain when they’re down to their last climax, there’s always such a thrill with it~” The fox teased, snarling down more towards the tiger rather than the beguiled pups, considering their minds were in no state to appreciate the snarled teases. “I bet you can feel your newfound femininity already taking root within your belly, can’t you~? How eagerly it yearns for my seed in answer to its needy longing~ Go on, then, let that last bit of your virility pour out… I’d say onto the floor where it belongs, but… That cat will have to be a close second~”

A half-defiant rumble rolled from Eridian’s throat before his growl was silenced by a slap of the fox’s enlarging balls across his face, knocking aside whatever thoughts of resistance the Druid had and replacing it with a growing sense of awe with every lurid smack.

The impotent shaft gave a twitch from its last climax, barely making an impression within its spacious little holster before disappearing entirely to leave just a loose flap of skin behind. The last few beads of his hyena-spunk dribbled free from his pouch before it and the tiny purse of spent hyena masculinity tucked themselves into the mage’s crotch—parting to reveal a distinctly canine spade instead of his species’ typical pseudo-penis, remarkably similar to the set of puffy black, estrus-gripped lips that the other feral had come to recently spot.

Ibzan whimpered needily after the bud of fertile desire smoldering within his abdomen had blossomed into a fully developed set of needy lips, begging for his owner’s answer to its desire. The enchantment ordering his mind was barely needed to entrap the now fourth-level mage. His Intelligence and Wisdom had been drained to the point that the danger he was in was barely a concern compared to his immediate desire that came from his beckoning cunt. His new sex glistened with need, weeping small droplets of feminine dew that stained Eridian’s nose with a fresh scent that complemented the scent of the Dungeon Lord’s fecundity, rather than be buried underneath it like his comparatively weak masculinity.

Even that delightful scent of excited femininity barely served as a spice on top of the vulpine’s oppressive scent after the fox wrenched his cock free from the hyena’s well used back door. The slow tempered retreat fortunately gave the feral cuntyeen enough time to adjust as the belly stretching monster was replaced by a brief vacuous void… As well as allow the feline beneath them to catch every last millimeter the kitsune had grown be pulled free from the fortunate unlucky mage—until finally that tapered tip slid free, sending the entire column of red meat crashing down against the tiger’s face.

“Don’t you just look adorable begging like that~? I didn’t even have to tell you to present~” Amor rumbled, as his oppressive blue eyes admired the sight of the once defiant hyena glancing back towards his owner with those adorable puppy dog eyes—leaving the diminished feline treat entirely to the other pup to play with as he did so. “I can already tell that you two are going to get spoiled rotten if you act that sweetly going forward~”

The fox’s hips rolled back—leaving a trail of addictive pre across Eridian’s face that elicited a less than proud whimper from the struggling to resist Druid—before reversing course to saw that monstrous meat across the roof of the cat’s snout and tease the hyena’s sex with the same action. The anticipation the shaft had worked up pumping into the second of his hound’s rears was palpable. The kitsune’s tool twitched madly at the edge of a climax that he wasn’t quite yet ready to indulge—not when there was still a couple of Levels and Attribute points to drain from his soon-to-be loyal hound~

‘Ibzan’ was just as eager. With the shaft removed from his well-used and still-precum-dripping rear, the feral yeen’s hind legs were free to hoist his rump up higher, exposing his estrus-wafting set of lips as he ground himself against the fox’s character-sheet-wrecking prick. What little was left of the mage’s mind was lost in a lurid fantasy of depravity guided by his heat and the fox’s allure, serving itself up to pleasure the rod tickling his new sex—even if that meant being railed into a mindless beast to be doted on and cared for the rest of eternity.

“You’ve been more than patient enough, Spots~ It’s time for you to get the bone you’ve earned from being such a good dog~” The kitsune sneered with a possessive rumble, his hands reaffirming their hold on the hyena’s waist before his hips slammed forward. The trickling point of red meat sunk into the hyena’s soft, velvety spade, spreading the puffy black lips wide around his mug-thick cock. The cat had a close view of the entire ordeal, at least until that shaft had sunk in deep enough that the kitsune’s heavy testes blocked his view by bouncing against his face~

The pup gave a long, drawn-out whimper of bliss, burying his face against Eridian’s abdomen as he did so. The quadruped’s toes clenched against the Dungeon’s stone floor, while his long, fluffy tail hiked up as high as it could manage—flicking to and fro against his owner’s shoulder while the kitsune’s shaft played his wet, needy sex like an instrument considering the barking whimpers that every thrust produced! Especially since those sultry feral notes of bliss were joined by the wet squelch of the Lord’s dick quenching itself within that fertility and the soft plaps of those spheres silencing the tiger-mattress’s protests with each slap.

His walls clamped tight around the prick they were made to service, milking the length for his own selfish pleasure as much as it was for his duty to his owner’s satisfaction! His spade quivered with every wet, noisy plunge forward, sending shivers rolling through the rest of his body that drove him closer towards his first feminine climax with every buck! Every sensitive nerve running along the length of his tunnel spasmed, stretched over the thick rod with each advance, leaving nothing unattended as his sex molded itself around the shape of his owner’s cock~

Ibzan has chosen not to resist Kitsune Lord Amor. Will Save: Failure!

The pup didn’t resist the pleasure twisting throughout his body, surrendering himself and his Levels in the process, wallowing in the euphoric bliss he felt as the novel orgasm wracked through his body! His paws clenched tight to the tiger underneath him, his torso squirming against the larger male’s torso while his cunt squeezed tight around the cervix-knocking rod! Drops of feminine dew welled from the gap between dick and ’yeen, joining the lurid cocktail of vulpine pre steadily oozing down onto the increasingly willing floor mat.

Level Drained! 3 -> 2!

Intelligence Drained! 5 -> 4!

The notification sprung up in front of the hyena’s almost completely dull, stupefied eyes. The strange characters that danced in front of his vision didn’t carry any meaning any longer to the pup, not that the feral cared enough to investigate the strange symbols. Especially not with the pleasure still surging through his being, and the promise of more that would come as his owner made use of him. In fact, he was greedy for it, insatiably grinding back into every thrust to coax the kitsune’s dick deeper despite the fact that its tapered start was already dimpling the barrier to his womb!

But the brood pup wasn’t going to let a simple thing like that stop his hunger for his Master’s dick, not when he knew that his fellow hound, despite being even smaller than him, managed to take the tool to its hilt—never mind the extra inches the dick had drained since then! He refused to acquiesce the title of goodest boy to the dog! He all but declared his challenge with a low, competitive rumble—focusing his gaze as best he could upon the painted dog lapping at cat dick in front of him—between the waves of eye-rolling pleasure and the sharp barks of pleasured bliss they elicited.

“Now, now, Spots… I’m sure you’ll be just as good of a ‘vixen’ as your brother~” Amor growled over the wet slaps of his dick ramming into his toy’s depths, gradually working himself deeper as the hyena’s sex conformed to his desires. The feral’s walls quivered, the gate to his womb buckling as the pup’s arousal undermined its steadfast resilience, allowing the leading point of the mountainous dick to peek through into the chamber beyond—announcing its arrival with a shuddering throb that drummed across the hyaenidae’s nerves, sending a thick dollop of warm, viscous pre trickling across the hyena’s fertile fields.

“All you need… Is a little… Help~!” With a low, possessive snarl, the fox’s hands yanked his hyena-toy back into his next swing, dragging the feral back with a surprised yap—and slamming his shaft to the start of its knot into the defeated mage’s spade~!

Another moaning whimper rolled from Ibzan’s maw as the thick, twitching red mast ground right through his cervix, rubbing the shaft across the walls his pre had just baptized in preparation. The advancing dick stretched the hyena’s womb around its girth, wrapping the shuddering cavern tight around its slick red meat as the hefty prick bulged the smaller feral’s belly. The barge forward brought the hyena another step closer towards his final fate, the diminished Wizard celebrating his approach towards mindless subservience with a whimpering plea. His sex squeezed tightly around the kitsune’s meat—showcasing every throb from the almost entirely buried rod by the resulting jolt of its bulging impression thanks to how tightly, and how needily, his cunt milked the rod for its virile blessing.

Ibzan has chosen not to resist Kitsune Lord Amor. Will Save: Failure!

Level Drained! 2 -> 1!

Intelligence Drained! 4 -> 3!

“See… What did I tell you~?” The kitsune teased his whimpering toy, helping the climax the beast was caught in to linger with a playful press of his thick knot against the pup’s slick, estrus-stained entrance. But, just as the wash of pleasure and endorphins started to wane, his hips pulled back, dragging several inches of the spunk-slick shaft from the hyena’s sex, before ramming it back in to its new home to send the pup hurtling towards the last release he’d ever experience as a (barely) sapient being~

The kitsune’s knot glands plapped firmly against the hyena’s spade with a wet, precum slapping clap which sought to finally anchor the Dungeon Lord’s dick within his new Hound and let free all of the desire the fox had worked up while breaking him down into an obedient puppy mill! His dull claws raked against the hyena’s hips, yanking him into each swing of his rutting hips—the welts left behind by each slip of the fox’s fingers serving as a mark of pride to the feral toy as proof of how excited he had made his owner. But nothing would be as rewarding to the feral breeding ‘yeen as the ambrosia waiting to spill forth from the spheres clapping against his thighs, teasing him with the treat held within with every anxious flex they gave against his fur.

The hound’s tongue lolled, rolling with each panting whimper that fell from his cooing maw. Whatever passed for thoughts as he bordered on the edge of non-sapiency all but begged for his Master’s knot to claim him and alleviate himself of their pesky existence, to take his once shrewd mind away so that he wouldn’t be nudged by concerns that a simple, contented dog shouldn’t have! The shadows of his lingering self doubts, of his dreams and ambitions of becoming legendary adventurers with his lover, the refinement of the mystical skills he cultivated… Such remnants of his former psyche were immaterial phantasms that sought to lure him away from his true desire… The desire to feel his owner’s hand rub across his ears! The desire to forever feel the weight of Master’s collar on his neck, and the promise of safety, security, and pleasure that came at the measly expense of his freedom and will. And, of course, the desire to feel his belly swell with the fox’s young, to produce whatever sylvan creature the Dungeon Boss’ seed brewed within his corrupted womb.

With one last yank of the hyena’s overly long, fluffy tail, the defeated Wizard would get his wish~ A yelping whimper of bliss poured forth from the feral beast as Amor’s knot squeezed past his black lips at last. The entrance clenched around the glands it was designed to pleasure, making sure the vulpine shaft knew that there was a tight, fertile hole trapped by the swelling glands for it to claim!

Ibzan has chosen not to resist against Kitsune Lord Amor, Will Save Failed!

Level Drained! 1 -> 0!

Intelligence Drained! 3 -> 2!

Ibzan no longer meets the Intelligence requirements for the Class Wizard. Class removed!

Ibzan no longer meets the Intelligence requirements to possess his own name! Name removed!

???’s name has been set to Spots due to [Spots’ Collar]!

Spots’ owner set to Kitsune Lord Amor due to [Spots’ Collar]!

The spark of intelligence faded completely from the fey-corrupted beast’s eyes. For a moment the hyena’s dull-staring, stupefied, and pleasure-wracked expression lingered before settling into a look of a pleased hyena that might have been given a scrumptious snack instead of the firm, hard, belly bulging mating it had received—yet the blue glint in the beast’s eyes ensured that he didn’t mind such attention at all. Happy, rumbling giggles of pleasure escaped the foreign beast’s lips as his hind legs pushed back into the kneeling anthro’s crotch. His eager sex continued to instinctively milk its mate’s length, finally drawing that cavern flooding release but a second after the person known as Ibzan had faded from the world to make room for the new, dutiful pup he was always meant to be.

Euphoric yowls wrung forth from the mindless hyena’s throat from the warm cream erupting into the deepest depths of his being. Ibzan Spots’ hips rose ever so slightly higher with every rope bloating his sandy-furred belly, as the sheer volume of seed blasting against the back end of his womb caused his abdomen to press out against the tiger’s chest. Whilst, barely perceptible to Eridian’s gaze beneath the tide of cream pouring down along the gravid belly, the same mark of claim that crowned Splotch’s belly took its rightful place on the hyena’s tummy as well.

Condition Acquired: Pregnant! The Condition Heat has been alleviated!

Permanent Condition Acquired: Broken!

Permanent Condition Acquired: Mark of Claim!

Permanent Condition Removed: Baleful Polymorph. ‘Spots’’ true form has been set to feral hyena (kitsune corrupted)!

The fecund white ambrosia poured forth from his knot-stuffed sex, drenching Eridian’s face in a fresh layer of addictive cream that he could no longer resist indulging in. The long, hungry yaps of a feline’s tongue joined in the chorus of sensations and noises playing out with the kitsune’s climax, delivering long slurps where the hyena’s spade and knot met to coax yet further deluges of jizz onto his own cum-matted face! Meanwhile, the cat’s shaft, long unattended by the now thoughtless hyena, erupted into another inch-receding climax underneath the mind-crushing blow of vulpine virility and the teasing laps of the wild dog nuzzling against his shrinking balls~

It was then that the hyena had spotted his fellow pet and his species’ stereotypical rival. Spots’ expression shifted into a playful warning growl, staring at the painted dog which was enjoying a ‘bone’ right in front of him! The beast attempted to chase off his fellow pet with a snap of his jaws and a lurch forward, only to have his attempt at intimidation ruined by the yank of the knot wedged within his sex. With a whimper, the animal turned his enchanted eyes—still concealed by the shimmering blue sheen spread across them—towards his owner keeping him from his chase, glancing back up with a beg tinged with a hint of animal deviousness.

“You certainly are impatient, pup~ Freshly carrying my litter, and already wanting to scamper off and play~ Well, at least you have your ‘brother’ to keep you and that energy of yours entertained while I’m preoccupied~” The fox smirked with an amused glance towards the former kineticist. Far from being put off by the hyena’s attempt at intimidation, the wild dog’s attention had turned from the treat it was tormenting and towards his old friend. His head was low to the ground, tail wagging high in the ear, the dog preparing to dart off at a moment’s notice and lead the larger beast on a chase.

“Let’s get you all sorted, first…” Amor rumbled as he finally gave the devoted brood-pup some comforting head pats, scratching behind the hyena’s round ears whilst the other hand metaphorically played with the cuntyeen’s Character sheet…

Kitsune Lord Amor has selected Spots' new Class: Sylvan Hound! This Class cannot be Retrained or Removed, and does not allow Multiclassing!

Spots has left the Party to join his Master’s side! The Party Leader position has been transferred to Eridian.

“There we go… We’ll have to help power Level you two up, you wouldn’t make very effective ‘hounds’ outside of the breeding kennels at Level 1~” The kitsune snickered as his hands shifted again. One long, raking pet rubbed along Spots’ backside, tracing along his spine until it finally anchored a firm hold around the hyena’s waist. His second hand joined in with a firm grasp around the pup’s collar, pulling the hound away as his hips slowly coaxed his thick, tri-lobed knot from the cum-slick spade a fraction of an inch at a time…

Until, with a loud ‘plop!’, the fox’s cock slipped free, dragging its now utterly ruler-shattering length free from Spots' thoroughly bred cunt—unleashing yet another cascade of will subduing seed onto the feline’s face that triggered another flurry of failed Saves.

For Spots, it was like being let loose from his leash! The spotted hyena launched forward, leaving a trail of seed crossing the black, white, and orange-striped tiger’s front as he dove for the painted dog. Rather than catching the canine immediately, however, the new pup was rewarded only with a playful chi from the smaller canine as it darted away, taking advantage of the time it took his partner in subservience to adjust to the sudden emptiness in his belly to create some distance, before leading the hyena on a merry chase throughout their new home.

“Adorable… Now… I think it’s your turn, cat~ You’ve been a rather patient kitten, barely a grumble all this time while the ‘dogs’ got to hog all the attention…” Amor snickered, settling back up from his kneeling posture to return to his languishing sprawl on his throne. His mighty weapon of choice—standing with two-and-a-half adventurer’s worth of masculinity added to its already considerable start—twitched, utterly glazed from its point to its sheath in his addictive fluids, still dripping its enthralling coating onto the feline’s head.

All it took was a glance from the fox to see how the tiger’s defiant, self-serving personality had been worn down considerably after his repeated cum baths and long minutes spent smothered underneath the vulpine Boss’ must-soaked factories of virility. The cat’s once seemingly insurmountable Psyche bar now quivered in the red, barely a fifth of its original amount left. The subtle blue gleam that game with his Charmed condition covered his yellow eyes, and even with the fox’s dick now being removed from his face by quite a few feet, the Druid’s gaze was still glued to the mouth-watering sight.

The feline’s thoughts were sluggish underneath the weight of the kitsune’s influence and his own arousal, leaving him lying on the floor mesmerized for a full second before realizing he was free to move at last. Yet, rather than try to scramble away and escape like he had first desired, Eridian instead settled onto his knees, prostrating himself before the Dungeon’s Lord. It wasn’t that he couldn’t flee… For some strange reason he believed the fox would allow him to scamper away like a scared kitten after losing half of his levels, manhood, and enough mental stats to diminish him from the once self-proclaimed superior specimen he believed himself to have been to something decidedly more average.

And yet, the tiger remained where he was… the tip of his tail twitching with a hint of the excitement he felt from being near the fox. There was of course his refusal to admit defeat when he still perceived a path towards his goal, still wrestling within his half-corrupted mind against his dwindling sense of self-preservation. But there was more to his stubborn refusal to leave than that… It was the sense of… admiration, perhaps even reverence, that he had started to feel towards the vulpine that kept him there, kneeling like a student before their mentor—or perhaps, more accurately, like an acolyte towards the altar of their faith.

“Everyone says that dogs are loyal, and cats are the ones that will abandon you at the first opportunity. Yet, both of my new puppies have scampered off on their own to play, and it’s a cat that hasn’t even earned the privilege of wearing my collar that is staying at my feet~” The kitsune mused with a teasing snicker. His enthralling blue eyes stared down at the tiger in a way that Eridian knew well… It was the type of look he had given plenty of his victims before, the amused grinning stare of a predator debating just how they were going to enjoy the meal presented before them. A look that sent a thrilling shudder racing down his spine now that he was on the receiving end of it for a change.

“So, what should I do with you… Hmm? Keep you on all fours like your former associates? Take that ambitious little mind of yours away and allow you to wallow in nothing but hedonistic pleasure?” The Lord’s lips twisted into a toothy smile, whilst one of his tails coiled around the feline’s hips like an ensnaring python.

“That’s… That’s your decision, my Lord.” Eridian spoke, his ears flicked back against his scalp as he humbled himself for perhaps the first time in his life.

He leaned forward, bringing his face back to the vulpine cock that had tormented him for so long. Except this time he did so of his own volition, nuzzling his snout along the thick cum vein responsible for pumping the mind-melting ambrosia through its considerable girth. One of the tiger’s hands reached forward to gently squeeze the fat balls draping from the Dungeon Lord’s sheath, stroking them with all the reverence a cleric might have given to an idol of their god, while the other supported himself against his new Lord’s thigh. “It is the right of the predator to decide how best their prey can serve… We are just morsels which wandered into your den, to be dealt with as you desire.”

“Lord, hmm? That’s a more appealing tone than before~ Better late than never, hmm?” The fox’s dick twitched in idle anticipation, sending another dollop of pre tumbling from its point and onto the cat’s face. Another tail joined in on the teasing, brushing its fluffy tip across the cat’s chin to guide the feline’s nose back into his musky spheres—as if the cat’s Psyche needed any more help to buckle beneath the vulpine’s influence.

“You can take everything I am… All my Levels, all my Stats… Everything I possess or would be. But… If I may…” The tiger spoke as respectfully as he could with a nervous twitch of his tail. “I could be of better use to you another way. I am a Druid of life and hunger. I sought your power to embody those concepts myself rather than just submit to the natural order. But now I see my mistake. You are the embodiment of the concepts I was meant to serve… And thus, I should serve you.”

“Oh~? But I already have plenty of servants in my court. What could one more Druid possibly offer me that I couldn’t already receive from them~?” The fox countered, his smirk growing wider across his lips as he did so.

Well, at least the kitsune was entertaining his offer rather than dismissing him out of hand. It was a thin opening that the tiger tried to make wider by running his tongue along the fox’s prick between his next words. Long, washing laps which cleaned the rod of the mess it was covered in from breaking the two lovers, followed by his free hand slipping up to pump along the meaty spire to coax it back towards full excitement.

“You said it yourself that it’s been quite some time since adventurers had been lured into your service before we arrived… That’s because no one returns from the Moaning Catacombs once they’ve tasted the bliss of your being. We adventurers are lowly, foolish creatures, but only the most foolhardy or ambitious of us would delve into such a place. But, if someone returned with spoils from its depth, someone that is well known in the nearby town… They could lure in far more to your waiting jaws. Surely that would be far more satisfying to your Sheet-devouring gluttony than my Stats could possibly hope to.”

“So… Please… Allow me to serve as your herald in the town… My God. On top of however else you might wish to make use of me.” He finished, adding one last teasing incentive to his offer by pressing his lips against the kitsune’s knot with an adoring kiss, whilst his shimmering blue eyes stared up with complete devotion and adoring hope towards his new deity from behind the sputtering log of virility.

“Mmm… Throwing in the begging kitten eyes is cheating, pet.” The kitsune growled in a playful tut. Yet his gaze didn’t shirk away from the adoring sight the now Druid presented—now much lither and twinkier than he was originally after losing quite a good amount of Strength and Constitution with his lost Levels.

“I can be so much more than a pet to you, my Lord. Please… Let me prove to you how valuable I can be as one of your minions.” The cat added with a purr, dragging the fox’s shaft down towards him with his next stroke, running his grooved tongue along that length until he could wrap his lips around the steepled start and suckle the delicious milk from the living fountain.

“Hmmm… Fine. I’ll give you a chance to prove how eager you are to serve me, my adorable little kitten…” The fox’s hand moved forward, joining the tails rubbing along the black-and-white, orange-striped tiger’s body with a fawning pat over his scalp… “Swallow every inch of my dick before you cum away the last of your Levels, and I’ll let you be a minion. Fail… And I’ll find some other way to make use of you as I wish~”

“Swallow… All of it..? Even the knot?”

“Especially the knot… Come on, Druid of hunger, show me how large that appetite of yours is~”

Eridian gulped as he eyed the shaft throbbing against his pursed lips and stroking hand. It was a monster of a cock to begin with, easily larger than the tiger’s original considerable girth. But, since vanquishing and gaining the masculinity of the two brood pups and a good chunk of his own, the behemoth which now stood in front of him seemed like an insurmountable challenge for him to handle! He could certainly pleasure that beast, swallow it to at least to the halfway point and, if he was lucky, maybe even deliver a quite sordid kiss to the flexing glands at its base as a sign of his worship towards his newfound divinity’s Favored Weapon… But to feel those glands stuff his cheeks..?

“You could have just said no and saved the effort…” Eridian grumbled quietly enough that he hoped the fox’s keen ears couldn’t perceive his sacrilegious mutters. His eyes wandered across the tool from tip to root, his diminished mind trying to strategize just how he was meant to accomplish the task his Lord had set out before him…

Will Save Vs. Level Drain: Success!

A shudder of pleasure washed through his being from the hand against his thanks, spread by the wave of magic that had tried to steal away another sliver of his soul’s essence and Experience, only to be rebuffed at the last moment by his crumbling mental defenses!

The cat’s eyes shot upwards in surprise, staring past the dick he was handling and towards the fox’s smirking face, only to get a chuckling retort in answer to his unvoiced question. “Don’t give me that look. I told you what you had to do… It’s your own fault for dallying when your ‘god’ has given you a task to perform, pet~”

The feline’s eyes glanced back down in difference to the vulpine, as well as to shield himself from losing yet more of his Psyche pool to the creature’s enthralling stare. The fox had a point… He would have done the same in his position to punish a plaything that was dragging its heels when it came to his pleasure. Besides, considering he managed to succeed against whatever new experience sapping curse the fox was exploiting, it appeared that his Lord was merciful enough to give him a chance at resisting… Or wished to drag out his inevitable demise that much longer.

Eridian steeled what little resolve he had left with a long, deep breath. Both of his hands wrapped themselves around the kitsune’s tool, one doing its best to work over the oversized knot with a firm squeeze, whilst the other supported the large shaft along as it pleasured the bottom-half with long, sloppy pumps that worked the fecund pre still trickling from the tip into a lather. His lips returned to their rightful place at the shaft’s start, pausing for but a moment to find his courage as the drooling spire glossed his lips in the addictive ambrosia.

Eridian clenched his eyes shut, before pushing his head forward to slide the thick girth between his lips. His lips slowly wrapped around the mug-thick prick—tucking them around his fangs to keep them from rubbing against his Master’s cock—while the point rolled along his lapping tongue, soaking his taste buds in a layer of the tangy essence. A wet, suckling slurp followed soon after as the cat swallowed a mawful of trickling pre, followed soon after by a reflexive whimper when he felt the behemoth he was trying to manhandle throb within his mouth. His head dipped forward another inch, dragging the point towards the start of his gullet, his lips now safely wrapped around the entirety of the fox’s head as the shaft drooled against the back of his tongue.

Curse his short feline snout! The other two would have been far better equipped at pleasuring this beast with their longer maws! Well… He supposed their overall smaller frames would have made them struggle a tad bit more anyway, but that didn’t stop him from quietly grumbling while he worked.

For all the mental complaints he made, he couldn’t deny how much he was enjoying pleasuring the fox’s shaft with his maw, delighting in the intimidating vigor it demonstrated with every throbbing pulse. It was a shameful position to be in, kneeling in front of another man, lavishing their cock with a sordid worship by tongue and lips—one that he would have never willingly subjected himself to before. Yet now, the tiger couldn’t help but appreciate the fox’s shaft as he slowly began to push further, nudging the point squarely into the back of his throat. The strength of that tool, the size he was salivating over with every suckling slurp… The Ability that allowed the length to steal the Levels and Stats of his playthings… It was everything that he idolized and wished to be.

Will Save vs. Level Drain: Failure!

Level Drained! 6 -> 5!

Cock Length Drained! 5 -> 4!

Eridian had just managed to wedge the monstrous shaft into the start of his throat—letting the first ring of his esophagus clench around the tip in a welcoming kiss—when the next Saving Throw against his Master’s caressing touch arrived! Alas, this time his die did not fall so fortunately, sending another wave of ecstasy surging through his body and soul that collided against itself within his abdomen—forcing him to another climax as the magic and pheromones from the fox’s Influence played his nerves like a fiddle. He whimpered against the kitsune’s cock as his unattended length splattered another string of wasted seed onto the floor, shrinking with every shot once again, making the cock grinding itself forward into his throat grow ever so slightly fatter in the process.

Five Levels… If he failed five more Saves, that would be it for him. Yet he still had so much more dick to swallow with an inch already shoved into his throat! He didn’t have time to be cautious! If he continued to let his apprehension dictate how fast he worked he would be lucky to have his lips pressed against the knot before he became nothing but a soulless bitch!

The tiger refused to let that be his fate! He had struggled for far too long and taken advantage of far too many to let his tale end here, not when he could be of so much more value to his Lord than becoming a disposable thrill or lap kitten! A low, defiant growl welled within the cat’s throat that vibrated pleasantly against the kitsune’s shaft, his yellow-blue eyes staring up recklessly towards the fox’s enthralling gaze! There was no point in trying to protect what little remained of his mind when his soul and future was on the line, so instead he’ll use the fox’s own beguiling nature to his advantage! He’d purposefully lose himself in that inviting stare, let his mind be dulled into mindless, hedonistic subservience—obliterating what remaining trepidation he had by the hypnotizing blue light of the vulpine’s eyes—before thrusting his head forward and plunging the shaft deeper into his throat with a half-gagging gulp!

Eridian has chosen not to resist against Kitsune Lord Amor, Will Save Failed!

Condition Acquired: Enthralled!

The tiger’s nostrils flared, greedily imbibing his Master’s scent. His throat clenched hard in reflexive protest around the shaft’s advance, ensuring that the bulging impression the tool made within his neck was all the more apparent. His hands squeezed against the throbbing shaft, anchoring himself before pushing forward again, and again, rolling his head slowly, yet steadily, down along the crimson red rod—each throat subjugating movement joined with the wet, gulping slurps of his mindlessly swallowing lips suckling across the broad meat they were wrapped tight around.

Will Save vs. Level Drain Failed!

Level Drained! 5 -> 4!

Cock Length Drained! 4 -> 3!

Eridian’s lips reached the knuckles of his stroking hands just as the second lost level wracked his psyche and further diminished his assets! What hope he had to succeed his Saves was undermined by the condition he had gained. But that mattered very little to the beguiled tiger, entirely focused upon the task of pleasuring the cock in front of him even as it throbbed thicker with his latest growth spurt. The tiger’s once adamant pride warped beneath the fox’s influence, keeping his bold, declarative stare going even as his mind submitted to the fox’s whims, refusing to be found lacking at the task of pleasuring his Master!

His hands slipped further down the vulpine’s shaft, briefly sliding past the excitedly twitching knot with a tender squeeze before moving to rest themselves against the vulpine’s muscled leg. The feline’s claws raked against the back of the fox’s thigh as he yanked himself forward, shoving his face several inches further along the gullet-stuffing spire with audible gulps! His throat spasmed, milking the rod he had now half-devoured, while his head bobbed almost a full foot along the jizz and spit shine dick—his lips retreating just behind the shaft’s head at the apex of his movement before ramming back down in a throat bulging dash towards the lengths’ knot!

Will Save vs. Level Drain Failed!

Level Drained! 4 -> 3!

Cock Length Drained! 3 -> 2!

Another shudder rolled through the enfeebled tiger, accompanied by a surge of euphoria spilling the vestiges of his masculinity onto the floor—creating less of a mess than the drops of throatslop escaping from the tiger’s lips with every bob. He lavished the underside of the fox’s girth with his tongue as it swelled, the bulge in his gullet twitching in tandem with every growth spurt. But even as the task grew ever more difficult, the tiger refused to give up. Anticipation swelled within his breast whilst the tattered remnants of his pride smoldered beneath the azure haze suffocating his mind, goading him to work faster—even if the motivation behind his ambitions was increasingly for his Master’s pleasure rather than his own survival.

Eridian’s claws unsheathed from his fingers, raking through the silky-furred pelt of the vulpine’s thighs as he tightened his hold. Long, languishing wet slurps rung forth, echoing into the Dungeon’s halls with his desperate whimpers as he throat-fucked himself on the kitsune’s cock with every hypnotically compelled jounce forward. The cat’s tail flicked against his now slender back, tapping against his shoulder in tandem to his rolling slurps. Until, with a satisfied purr, the tiger’s lips finally brushed against the start of the vulpine’s tri-lobed knot with a tender kiss—making his heart flutter when he felt the glands retort to his embrace with a palpable throb against his maw.

Will Save vs. Level Drain: Failure!

Level Drained! 3 -> 2!

Cock Length Drained! 2 -> 1!

His eyes glazed with the strain of his task, their shimmering blue now mirroring the fox’s glowing hue. He barely managed to hold his stare towards the fox, his gaze bouncing upwards every time he rammed his lips down to the knot on his Lord’s dick. His breath seethed from his nostrils, caressing the thick base of the kitsune’s dick with another gentle touch, whilst the cat’s ears cowed back against his scalp, delighting in the idle grunts and growls of pleasure escaping from his superior’s throat from his reverent ministrations.

His all but vestigial prick and marbles twitched the entire time, dribbling with the latest of his pathetic climaxes and already twitching on the verge of the next. But the hard twig excited for its chance to disappear from existence was barely a concern for the tiger anymore. Instead, what little attention he could spare from his Master’s needs was focused on the growing emptiness within his abdomen that compelled him towards the virile god in front of him. His thighs ground against one another, even as they worked to help roll the tiger’s body up and down with every neck-bulging slam as he throat-fucked himself on that obscene masculinity—the impression from said shaft stretching all the way past his jaws and down to where his collar rested on the base of his neck.

Yet, even while the cat grew more comfortable with the main length of the kitsune’s girth, that knot continued to seem like an insurmountable obstacle no matter how desperately he ground his muzzle towards the fox’s crotch! Yet the cat had no recourse but to continue to try, adding one more wet slap at the end of every bob to the lurid cacophony of noises that came with his service. His jaws ached from the effort, putting his predatory predilections to the test as he single-mindedly worked in order to prove himself.

Will Save vs. Level Drain: Success!

The feline shuddered from the aftershock of the fox’s euphoric assault, barely managing to keep what meager masculinity he had left thanks to one hell of a lucky Roll. His little twig of a kittenhood quivered near the edge of its final peak, tiny spheres tucked close to equally small sheath, whilst his lips slowly, languishing worked the first inch of his Master’s knot into his maw. The cat’s tongue pressed forward, slurping along the grooves between the erratically twitching lobes. His desperate, cock-hungry eyes stared up into the fox’s stern gaze, begging for his treat to finally slide into the mouth that had craved to be stuffed with its monstrous girth.

Perhaps because of that pathetically endearing look, or perhaps because of the kitsune’s growing impatience as the feline brought his owner near to his peak—represented by the demanding growls percolating within the fox’s throat—the kitsune’s hand that had been gently coaxing his head forward with its doting scritches shifted its hold. His Lord’s blunt claws raked along his scalp, settling into a far more commanding grip… Before slamming the cat’s face forward, giving him the last little bit of help he needed along with the feline’s own, desperate, wholehearted attempt to prove himself worthy of his Owner’s attention and praise!

PLOP!

Will Save vs. Level Drain: Failure!

Level Drained! 2 -> 1!

Cock Length Drained! 1 -> 0!

Psyche has hit 0!

Permanent Condition Acquired: Broken!

Kitsune Lord Amor has been set to Eridian’s Master!

Eridian has left the party to join his Master’s. Party Disbanded!

The kitsune’s knot finally slipped its widest point past his lips with an ecstatic whimper from the cat. The glands all but pulled him down the rest of the way as it throbbed to full prominence within his cheeks. The sides of the black-headed tiger’s maw stretched around his maw-stuffing meal, giving a squirrel a run for its money with the obscene fit he had somehow proven himself to handle. All the while, the rest of his Lord’s shaft pulsed through the length of his gullet, prompting his throat to swallow reflexively in protest and adoring milking of the esophagus stuffing presence. His Master’s fertility-quenching balls pressed against his chin, rolling with the idle movement of the fox’s hips, tapping against him as they prepared to deliver the cat’s reward for his latest and most satisfying quest.

Eridian’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. Any semblance of wit or comprehension shattered by the mind-breaking pleasure bouncing throughout his being by the fox’s unloading length—force feeding him the addictive cream in pint-sized ropes! His belly sloshed with their weight, flooded by the sheer quantity of the kitsune’s release and swelling his formerly toned and well-defined abs—now reduced to a more boyish, slender tone— to a noticeable curve. More cream than his gullet could handle poured forth, leading to the fluid backwashing up along the log of flesh lodged within his neck, sending a tumbling torrent of overflowing fox jizz to pour out from the cat’s knot-tied maw, before the fecund ambrosia washed down the feline’s chin in sloppy wet splurts—landing in turbulent streaks on his cum swollen gut.

His tongue twitched in tandem to the shuddering spasms washing through his body, sparked by the surge of growth that came with his final tribute of virility towards his vulpine Master. The womb that he felt beginning to form within his belly finally sprouted to prominence with his manhood’s demise, growing to join with the set of glistening fertile lips that ached for the seed trickling over them on its way to the floor—tempting the cat to release his twitching hold on the kitsune’s legs and work that sacred nectar into his tunnel, if it wasn’t for the sacrilege of fertilizing himself without the holy symbol of his new faith being involved.

“Mmm… Well… I guess a deal is a deal… Pet.” The fox teased with a resigned sigh that couldn’t quite keep the undercurrent of a pleased rumble from rolling out with it. The grip that had manhandled his kitten slut onto his knot returned to its encouraging strokes, petting along the tied feline that was now utterly enthralled with his owner—although he could only express it through the listless whimpers and whines around the vulpine’s shaft while his mind slowly respooled itself from the masculinity-erasing climax.

Eridian saw no reason to move from his spot, surviving on the scraps of musk-tainted air that managed to seep past the obscene shaft and rivulets of cream stuffing his throat. His expression was one of utter bliss, nursing what scraps of seed were still left to encourage from the shaft hilted within his throat, his lips pursed around the root of the massive girth whilst his tongue writhed with witless hedonism over the jaw-spreading knot. His eyes were barely open, thin slivers of blue gleaming past his eyelids as he stared up to his Master, his constant purrs keeping the shaft wedged within him from retreating for as long as he could.

Alas, the tiger would be eventually dragged from the object of his fascination by his Master’s controlling paw. The fawning pets over his scalp returned to a firm grasp, helping to pry him from the softening glands despite the cat’s desperate attempts to kiss the start of the fox’s scrunched-back sheath. Not that he had any chance in overpowering his Kitsune Lord’s Strength, not after his own physique had been drained to resemble an effeminate lordling allergic to any sort of physical activity!

Amor’s knot slipped free with another lurid plop, followed shortly thereafter by the tiger’s wet, retching gags as every last inch of cock—lathered in a fine layer of throatslop churned within his throat—was pulled from his lips! The shaft gave one last fond throb on its way out, pumping a final string of post-climax seed to refresh the mess on the cat’s face.

“Did… Did I prove myself, Master?” The tiger huffed after coughing up enough seed to finally speak, however hoarse his words may have been after such a taxing encounter. No sooner had he finished his question than his lips were back on the fox’s dick, occasionally leaving the lovely red shaft to wash his tongue across the kitsune’s seed soaked spheres.

“Enough for me to give you a chance, at least~ Although, I suppose you’ve done enough to earn a reward… and perhaps a boon as well~.” The fox mused with a snicker.

His grip released the tiger’s scalp to slide a teasing brush of a claw across the cat’s neck. The warm touch of his magic followed in its wake, conjuring forth yet another blessed collar to wrap snugly around the feline’s neck as his first sign of ownership—well, if one didn’t count the scent staining his fur and the glowing blue within his eyes.

The touch of the enchanted leather around his sore throat was enough to lure one of the feline twink’s hands from his owner’s lap. His seed-glazed fingers wandered across the magical band, brushing across the display of his ownership with a smile despite the cursed magic binding the accessory irrevocably to his person.

Although he only had a moment before his Master—the being he now truly saw as his one and only deity—used the new leather band to yank him up and away from his crotch with a surprised mew from the tiger toy. His protest was quickly silenced, however, when the fox once again stepped up from his throne and shoved the cat onto his back before the now empty seat.

The lithe, all but powerless twink tiger stared up with anxious trepidation as his owner loomed above him. His gaze was glued to the monstrous girth sporting the sum of all but the moogle’s masculinities on top of the kitsune’s already generous start. The sculpted red shaft drooped slightly from its own weight as it towered above the cat’s quivering sex. His recently blossomed heat seemed to swell in intensity now that he no longer had the shaft’s presence within his maw to distract him from the cravings of his new body, making him squirm all the more as the fox took a firm hold upon his lithe legs and wrenched his knees up next to his shoulders—the limbs spread wide to ensure that his tender, yet oh so eager, pussy was completely vulnerable to his desires.

“Is the first of my boons the honor of carrying your kits, Master?” Eri huffed excitedly, watching helplessly as the kitsune teased his needy sex with his dick’s presence. The long, wet shaft rolled along his lips, smearing them in another layer of musky glaze, toying with him as the tip incidentally spread his entrance with its weight as he dragged the shaft over it.

“Something like that… Along with some other gifts that should make you a better minion to serve me~ For while it might be entertaining to cast you back into my Dungeon with your meager Stats and single Level to see which beastie breeds that new sex of yours first… I am rather possessive of my toys~” The kitsune rumbled, licking his lips as he finally lined his point up to the feline’s needy sex, before pushing forward with a slow thrust… Not out of any concern for his new toy’s comfort, of course, but just to drag out the delightful little mews which rolled from the defeated tiger’s lips as his new sex was spread over the tapered tip he had become oh so intimately familiar with over the last few minutes.

“I was tempted to change your Class as well, but robbing you of your last Level of Druid after you struggled so hard to keep it felt rude~ Don’t worry, I think there’s a Prestige Class that’ll mesh quite nicely with the new Class I’m about to give you as well… Although you’ll have to earn the Experience to Level Up your old class again all on your own, pet~”

“Ah… Ah! M- More than fair, Master!” Eridian whimpered, squirming beneath the fox’s pinning press. His eyes were torn between staring at the fox’s lordly spire or watching how his robust physique flexed with ever greater force, working towards a more proper rutting pace into his drooling sex. “I will… I will humbly accept whatever power my god decides I am worthy of being granted!”

“Good answer, kitten~” Amor replied with a grin, as well as a firm, mighty buck which crammed his hefty tool to the end of the feline’s oh so briefly virgin snatch, sending the cat rolling against the ground—held in place only by the weight of his owner’s body pinning him to the floor~ Another euphoric whimper echoed into the dungeon’s halls as his cervix dimpled beneath the assault. His white and orange-striped abdomen stretched over the enormous tool he was made to pleasure, whilst once again the kitsune’s knot stood as an eye-watering goal swaying inevitably closer towards his eager sex with every jostling thrust forward!

The tiger’s toes clenched in the air, his slender legs flexing with every rush of pleasure forced through his body by the steady pistoning of the vulpine’s dick into his depths. His walls clenched shut, spasming sporadically with pleasure, drooling its own damp essence to ensure a nice, slick press forward with each swing from the kitsune’s hips, especially as the tiger found himself rolling from one hill of euphoria into another from the Dungeon Boss’ unflinching pace!

Ding!

Eridian has reached level 2!

Eridian’s Master, Kitsune Lord Amor, has selected the Warlock class for his new level!

Eridian’s Master, Kitsune Lord Amor, has granted Eridian bonus Stats! Intelligence +1, Wisdom +1, Charisma +2!

Eridian blinked at the notification that appeared in front of his eyes, causing his hypnotized-blue gaze to glance towards the HUD in the corner of his vision right after. Sure enough, rather than drain his experience, the green line beneath his permanently shattered Psyche bar was growing with every slam of vulpine cock into his sex! His kind and generous patron even restored a small measure of his stolen Stats, making the wily tiger that much more competent of a minion to his service… And encourage the tiger to try and clamp his sex tighter around the rod knocking on his womb in order to coax a few more Ability Points back to their original home, even if his Physical Stats seemed to be remaining under lock and key to keep his more effeminate appearance.

Not that it seemed like Amor was intending to let him grind experience along with his cervix for long, considering the firm, demanding, hedonistic rut he was subjecting the poor, mewling kitten to—making clear what the tiger’s first purpose was, beyond whatever use he had luring in further tributes towards the kitsune’s depraved avarice, with every eye rolling thrust. But the tiger craved more. Just like he needed to feel that knot slip into his maw, now he needed to feel those glands claim him like a proper bitch just like it had with the party members he had rejoined!

The fox’s hips rolled back, dragging almost the entirety of his shaft from the cat’s sex, letting the feline’s white-furred abdomen return to its new lithe, unblemished state, before ramming in and barging straight through to his womb~ A lurid yowl of pleasure erupted from Eridian’s throat as he was made into his Master’s sleeve! The impression the shaft within him made spread farther along his belly, closer towards his navel as the tapered tip rammed into the back wall of his fertile cavern! The cat’s walls spasmed with another orgasm, writhing and squeezing around the shaft that began to exploit those new depths with every pistoning thrust forward, crashing him headlong into release after release!

“Hmmm. Don’t get too worked up already, kitten… We’re only getting started~!” Amor snarled with another toothy grin, staring down at his broken feline faithful, although Eridian’s eyes were too busy rolling into the back of his head with every slam to return the stare.

“Ah… Ah..! Yes, Master.” The fox’s hips were relentless, pounding into the cat’s twat and sending shudders rolling through the fertile cunt-tiger’s body with every blow. Every slam buried his cock deeper into those wet, needy lips, until after quite some effort, his fat knot began to clap against the cat’s body once again~

Ding!

Eridian has reached level 3!

Eridian’s Master, Kitsune Lord Amor, has selected the Warlock class for his new level (Druid 1, Warlock 2)!

Eridian’s Master has selected Eridian’s new Feat: Feysworn Pact (Amor)!

Intelligence +1, Wisdom +1, Charisma +2!

Eridian moaned, his eyes fluttering in front of the scrolling text of boons he had received by his Master’s grace. His Wisdom wasn’t anywhere near what it was before—and even his Intelligence was still a couple points short—but at least his Charisma, the most important Stat for his new class, had recovered to its previous value, albeit not exactly outlandish when compared to the typical Warlock’s. Perhaps, if he could somehow coax the fox into breeding him for at least a couple more levels, he’d be much better off than just a ‘serviceable’ minion like he was currently~

“Oh, you won’t be getting any more handouts than this~” The fox rumbled, answering his silent conspiracy with the chastising growl and a firm, cunt-dimpling squirm of his knot against the feline’s abused lips. “A nice, bare minimum for you to climb back up from… If you want to get any stronger than this, you’ll have to earn it yourself~”

Despite his Master’s words, the cat’s Experience still rose with every demanding press from his owner’s hips against his own. But it was clear that the kitsune’s current pace, slowly stretching the cat’s sex around his knot and his womb around his shaft, wasn’t going to give him enough thrusts to squeak out a third Level Up! Yet, despite his normal cattish tendency to huff at the inconvenience of it, Eridian couldn’t deny his Master the pleasure that would come from tying him even for a second—nor could he really deny the heat burning in excitement for the fox’s addictive seed to douse it, or the pride he felt from the honor of carrying his deity’s children!

“Master~ Please… Just… Breed me already!” The cat begged with a whimper, his feet brushing desperately against the fox’s broad shoulders whilst his tail bounced against the kitsune’s hip with every jostling smack of their hips. “Let me start serving you with your brood growing within my belly!”

“Mmmm… Such a demanding minion~” Amor snarled hotly, licking his barred fangs as his rutting hips nearly teased his knot past the cat’s entrance with their latest swing. His dull claws dug against the slender feline’s body, ensuring that the peculiar-colored tiger did not slip against the floor as his hips redoubled their efforts, slapping his fat nuts across the cat’s rump cheeks with every thrust! His own tails swayed behind him with each buck, rolling like waves of fluffy orange and white fur as they twitched with his mounting excitement! “You’re lucky I have a hard time saying no to my cute pets~”

The rolling rhythm of the fox’s hips came to an abrupt halt as the tiger’s nubile lips finally acquiesced to the tool they were sworn to serve~ The trio of glands sunk into their latest conquest, causing the fox’s rod to jolt in excitement now as the sensitive glands were milked by the feline’s cunt. The tiger’s walls tightened, squeezing around the vulpine’s shaft in another throng of ecstasy as Eridian’s broken mind submerged itself beneath a tide of blissful pleasure once more. His claws dug against the stone floor above his head, while his legs flexed against his Master’s shoulders, joined by a crooning mrowl as his ovaries shook forth as many eggs as they could to provide his Master as many progeny as they could—all the better to serve in the vulpine’s ever expanding swarm of minions!

The fox’s balls, draped across the cat’s taint, flexed, pumping thick, virile ropes of vulpine virility straight into the feline’s womb—finally treating the diminished Druid to the blissful motherhood he had become jealous of his other party members for experiencing without him! The surge of alabaster essence jolted into the cat like a kick to his core, sending spasms rippling throughout his body with every fired shot. His belly began to bulge from the virile tide, knocking another whimpering moan from Eridian’ lips with every rope-fueled surge. The cat’s legs kicked feebly with every inch his belly swelled forth, pressing his gravid, seed-swollen belly further against the fox’s firm pecs with every clench from his Master’s nuts! The torrent blasting into the depths of his fertility soon emerged in another overflowing tide of thick, fecund cream, spilling in tandem to the ball’s clenching rhythm from his cunt in another display of overly wasteful potency, refreshing the glazed layer of musk staining the stone at the foot of the kitsune’s throne.

Condition Acquired: Pregnant!

The faint Druidic connection that Eridian had left after his Master’s ravaging exploitation of his Character Sheet would have told him just how successful the kitsune’s pernicious little swimmers were with his overly fertile sex if his System Notifications had not. But, even if he lacked both, the next announced boon from his Master would have made it evident all by itself~

Permanent Condition Acquired: Mark of Claim!

The black, vulpine-head shaped mark he had seen appear on the two pup’s bellies now graced his own as well, no doubt carrying with it all the corrupted fertility benefits a proper brood bitch like him needed. It was something for the breeding toy of a minion would look forward to discovering as he slowly recuperated from his latest mind melting experience with his owner, mumbling incoherently while laying limp against the floor, spasming every so often whenever the idle shaft twitched and made his stretched and swollen depths quake in return.

“Mmm… Looks like that pregnant glow started early for you~ You certainly seem far more fetching now than you did when you first walked in, brooding like a wannabe villain~” The kitsune teased, licking his fangs as he once again admired his handiwork. His dull claws raked along the tiger’s rotund belly, currently swollen with just his seed, but in the coming months would be just as gravid with his young. At first his enthralling blue eyes stared only at the cat’s belly, but inevitably drew back up, wandering along the feline’s slender form as his toy’s legs slowly, and uncertainty, came to lay on either side of his knees, still spread wide to make room for the fox tied to his snatch.

“T-Thank you, Master… I will dedicate this womb you’ve gifted me to you, and you alone…” The cat rumbled as his thoughts slowly began to sort themselves back into order—the new, proper order he had found thanks to the fox’s guiding hand. “A- Although… You said that I was to receive other gifts as well… My Lord?”

“Mmm… Just as greedy as ever, it seems. I bet your service to me is just another aspect to that hunger now… Greedy for my seed… Greedy for my attention and recognition… Isn’t that right?” The fox teased with a crooked smile, his hand sliding up from the cat’s belly to deliver a doting rub along the feline’s chest, before eventually hovering in front of Eridian’s face to prompt the cat’s Stat Sheet to appear for him to look at.

“I’ve given your other gift already~ And not just in your Levels that should allow you to keep up with at least novice adventurers. Why don’t you take a look~?”

Eridian slowly wrestled his eyes from staring at his glorious owner’s enthralling gaze to follow where the fox’s fingers were tapping—the feat the vulpine had picked for him. Come to think of it, Eridian did know that feypacts were something that can be sworn, and the most powerful of them required a Feat… But he had never heard of Amor beyond the whispers of his power lurking in the Moaning Catacombs, never mind what sort of blessings he could give. Just what sort of boon could a game breaking fae like Amor offer..?

Feysworn Pact (Amor)

Gain the ability to drain Experience and Stats from Broken targets.

90% of all gained Experience and Stats is diverted to your Master (Amor).

The cat’s tail twitched with a flick of excitement! It was the power he had originally delved into this place to possess, a power that would have allowed the hedonistic tiger to all but become a god in his own right! It was also the power that his new god had used to break the old him into a servile bitch, as well as repurpose the two that had become his new loyal hounds!

It was a lesser version of the Ability the vulpine possessed, only capable of draining from targets that were Broken, rather than just failing a Save like was the case for the three of them. But that just meant he’d have to start small, pick on small fry that were even weaker than him. Then, slowly but surely, he’d be just as strong as he was before… No. He’d be even stronger! A paragon of masculinity and dominance! Yet, at the same time, the tiger felt just as excited at the thought of crawling his way up the ranks of the kitsune’s servants to eventually become his strongest and most ardent of minions…

It was then that his attention focused upon the second part of his newfound ability. His happy tail twitches came to a sudden halt, and a defeated huff rolled from his lips. “M- Master… What’s with the second part!?”

“I thought the concept of taxes was well known to you adventurers~? Surely even a Druid must be aware of it,” Amor smirked, his finger swiping the sheet away, before returning to give a few consoling scratches to the tiger’s chin. “Remember, your new power is meant to serve me, not yourself~ You should be happy to shepherd all the Experience and Stats you can to me, rather than yourself~”

“But…” The tiger frowned, torn between his newfound subservient desires and his original haughty and self-serving psyche. “It doesn’t just give you 90% of what I gain from your blessings, it also gives you 90% of anything I gain from normal adventuring!”

“Does it~? I guess that’s an oversight by whomever created that Feat~” The fox retorted with a devious, toothy smirk that told the tiger exactly who had made it, and just how little of an oversight it actually was. “I’m sure that power will more than make up for that little handicap, won’t it kitten? You’ll just have to struggle a tad bit longer to get past your current weak and oh so vulnerable state… Assuming that I don’t siphon a tad bit extra the next time I get my claws on you~ I’m sure that ass of yours would be just as enjoyable to ravage as your cunt, after all~”

“Master~! No fair!” The feline whined, pushing his weak, feeble hands against the fox’s shoulders in mock protest at the rigged game the kitsune had arranged for him to play! But… There was no escaping the metaphorical leash around his neck… He was collared, he was claimed, he was broken. Even his soul likely belonged to the kitsune now rather than himself. The terms of the bargain he had managed to strike in his compromised position only ensured he would have a chance to be the fox’s minion… Not how well off that position would be. Nor was escape ever a possibility when every conquest he would enjoy for himself would, by his new power’s very design, empower the fox more than it did himself!

But, before Eridian could continue his complaints and try to negotiate for a less punishing downside, a system notification appeared to interrupt their post breeding diplomacy.

Ding! Splotch has leveled up to Level 2!

Ding! Spots has leveled up to Level 2!

Ding! Splotch has leveled up to Level 3!

Ding! Spots has leveled up to level 3!

“Well, well… It seems like my two pups have tracked down the last member of your entourage all on their own~ I thought that moogle would have fallen to one of the Monsters on his way out… But to be taken down by a pair of level one puppies~? How embarrassing”

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Curro whistled chipperly to himself, walking down the hall of the Dungeon by himself as the hyena’s Invisibility faded at last. His ill-gotten gains, the Potion of Remove Curse he had purloined from the Wizard’s pocket right after he casted his buffs, was securely held in his grubby moogle paws!

The thief was contemplating how he should use it. He hadn’t gotten time to ask Ibzan how one would apply it to remove a cursed accessory—whether it be drinking it or pouring it onto the item in question—but he had time to contemplate the matter, or even better, get back to town and inquire with a knowledgeable person there! With Eridian unable to force him to obey via verbal command, the moogle had a day’s time before he’d be disobeying the cat’s pre-existing command to report to him at least once a day, and the cursed collar would activate as a result. Plenty of time to figure it all out before using his ticket out of whatever horrible fate the cat had intended for him!

Sure, he felt kind of bad for abandoning Ibzan and Paint, and stealing their potion to boot, but he was definitely not sticking around for that fight after seeing how high the kitsune’s Challenge Level was—even if he was definitely going to be fantasizing about that towering fox railing him stupid the next night of self-pleasure he got! The fact that Paint’s attack didn’t even leave a scratch on him only confirmed that he had made the right decision. He was sure that they would be fine, though. No doubt as soon as they realized how outmatched they were they would retreat—ideally after the tiger got grabbed and made the fox’s pathetic breeding bitch to make up for the humiliation he had suffered at the villainous cat’s claws!

Oh well. There were more important things for him to focus on during his grand escape than those three, he thought as he stowed the Potion for safety… Namely, the massive pile of treasure tucked securely behind the Dungeon Boss’s room! He knew he had a sense for these things. His pom was like a dowsing rod for gold and magical items—or so he believed—and the pom had not steered him wrong in this case~! As soon as he silently scurried to the vault the fox had guarded, he was greeted to an eye watering treasure trove that befitted the grandest of dragons, and it was all his and his alone!

Or, well… So he would have liked to think. But his Bag of Holding was a modest model, capable of only storing so much. He’d have to pick from the juiciest items he could get his greedy paws on and skedaddle. The fox should be too busy enjoying the tiger to catch him as he skulked back out—especially since he had a Potion of Invisibility on him. Sure, it wasn’t a Greater like Ibzan’s spell that would remain after he attacked, but it was perfect when all he needed to do was escape with his justified gains~

Unfortunately… The avarice-fueled moogle took far longer investigating that hoard than he had intended. He knew he was in a rush, but with that much loot just sitting there, he couldn’t help but Appraise one after another, trying to sort out what he should take and what he should toss! Almost as soon as he made up his mind on grabbing one item, a more valuable item would come along that made him all but toss the first to make room for it!

Even the notifications of Paint and Ibzan leaving the party didn’t dislodge him. Sure, the glances he spared towards the Party Status bars on the left between Appraising treasure after treasure seemed to show that their Psyche bars were taking a beating, but he was sure they were fine. No doubt they left the party because they had broken off their relationship with Eridian and were making their way back to town—good for them!

With his guilt resolved, the moogle returned his focus to the only thing that mattered—the treasure! On and on he went, losing track of the minutes as he dug his way into a pile of gold, gems, and magical items until only his legs stuck out, just so he could drag a particularly fetching looking idol he had discovered with his keen Search skill without a care in the world. At least until a curious ‘woof’ behind him made the Rogue jolt back and nearly collapse the entire treasure pile down on top of him!

“Kupo! I didn’t take anything I swea– Huh?” Curro dragged himself out of his excavated hole to glance at the creature which had disturbed his blundering. That… was odd… It was a pair of animals, one hyena, and one dog that had the same peculiar pattern as the Kineticist.

But, after peering at them suspiciously… The statuses above their heads didn’t have the right names, and their race and classes weren’t even humanoids, so they couldn’t be the love birds… could they? Surely, they were just imitations, perhaps conjured beasts that the kitsune had summoned to tease the two with..?

A muffled bark from the smaller of the two beasts, the splotchy dog that reminded him of Paint, pulled him out of his curious ponderings to spy an equally-oddly-familiar leather ball held in his muzzle. That’s odd… The moogle could have sworn he saw it before somewhere, but he couldn’t quite place where—no doubt because the object didn’t seem to be of much value, and thus not worth much consideration from the small-sized Rogue. No sooner had his eyes laid on the object, however, than the dog released his hold upon the ball, letting it fall to the treasury’s floor with a dull thud before slowly rolling over towards his feet.

“O-Oh… You two want to play fetch, kupo..? I… I guess that’s fine! But you’ve got to stay quiet, alright?” In his history of purloining less than legal goods, Curro had come across guard dogs on more than one occasion. After his first altercation with such beasts when he was getting started—which he regretfully recalls as the Dreadful Pom Nom Encounter—he had become used to bribing them with meat or bones to keep them from raising a ruckus and alerting their owners to his presence. Alas, guard dogs weren’t exactly something he had prepared for here… So if all it took was a game of fetch to keep them from barking up a storm and drawing that dreadfully sexy vulpine this way, it was a small price to pay!

The moogle plucked up the leather ball in his hands, waving the sphere in front of both of the exotic pups to ensure their shining blue eyes were trained upon the b a l l in his hands before delivering a light underhand pitch across the treasury. Sure enough, both of the beasts dashed after it with all the gusto one would expect from a pair of domesticated hounds, trying to outdo the other in getting their slobbery maws on the toy, even if that came at the expense of the ball being knocked further away due to their play wrestling. Even better for the moogle, considering it allowed him to turn his attention back towards his pilfering while the rambunctious pair playfully fought amongst themselves!

Playing dog sitter reminded him that he didn’t have the time to dally. He didn’t know what the fox was doing, or what the condition of the three he had abandoned was now that the party had dissolved, but it was safer to assume that the fox could come check on the loot he was protecting at any moment now. He did believe himself fortunate that he had been invisible since before the start of that encounter—meaning that unless the vulpine possessed some ability to see through such illusory deception, the Boss should be unaware of his existence… But that still didn’t mean his chronically flippant luck wouldn’t do him in if he gave it the chance!

His olive-green eyes turned towards the chest located in the center of the treasury he hadn’t touched yet. Curro was of two minds on the container… It was either a decoy, meant to attract the eyes of adventurers like himself to a trap, or it would be the signature item of loot that he didn’t want to spoil himself on before searching the rest of the room. But, with his time so short, it was either now or never to determine which of his hunches was correct.

With a glance towards the dog’s bickering at the edge of the room to confirm that they were entertained, the moogle started to Search the chest at last—fetching out his Masterwork Thieves Tools to begin poking and prodding at the box for any traps, either mundane or magical. With careful, practiced precision, the fae creature wedged a file between its lid and body, slowly prying the container open by a hair’s breadth to look for any runes, or hear the subtle click of a trigger…

“Bark bark bark bark bark!” The moogle’s pom and ears flicked upwards as the ominous barking grew louder! Curro’s eyes shot back towards the two canines with fear and alarm, spotting how the smaller beast named Splotch was running at him at full bore—ball in maw—whilst the hyena was hot on his tail to try and steal it before he reached ‘home’.

“Wait, wait! Slow down, kupo! It’s not safe–!” One hand was still on his file, whilst the other tried to hold up a hand to motion for the pups to stop!

But, of course, the only thing the sight of an open hand ready to be used for petting did to the two ‘dogs’ was entice them to run over even faster, their tails wagging or bobbing as they crashed into him in a one-two punch that sent the small moogle flying against the chest he was working! His hand twisted with the collision, prying the chest’s top open far larger than he intended, followed by the momentum of the two tackling him sending him crashing into the box proper—resulting in the container flipping open and the little thief half falling into the now opened box.

“Crystal dang it! You two have to be more careful! Who knows if that… chest was… trapped.”

Fortitude Save: Failure!

Permanent Condition Acquired: A Thief’s Reward

Curro’s gaze froze in terror as the notification appeared in front of his eyes, while the two hounds stared at him with blissfully ignorant, yet oh so adorably excited, faces.

“Oh no, oh no no no no no,” Curro glanced back to his body, quickly looking over his torso for any hint of injury or ailment from the curse he had been inflicted with. When that seemed clear, he turned his attention towards his face and pom, his hand scurried across his cheeks as he searched for anything different—only for him to freeze once again after spotting a reflective gold sheen in the corner of his vision that now belonged to his fingers!

“It’s fine, it’s fine…” He mumbled, slowly removing himself from the chest he was lying in before the troublesome two made his situation worse by somehow trapping him in it. “It won’t be a problem so long as it doesn’t spread… It’s just to dull my tactile senses so I can’t disarm traps or pick locks…”

Despite his attempts to will the effects of the curse to something far less dangerous, the golden appearance on the tips of his fingers began to creep steadily down towards the first knuckle even as he spoke. The moogle’s nerves grew ever more erratic, his pom flickering about to and fro while his tiny wings fluttered just as anxiously. He couldn’t believe it… He was going to be turned to gold! Sure, it was more prestigious than being turned to stone by the basilisk outside, but he still didn’t want to become a statue!

Wait… The potion! He should thank his lucky stars that the curse was taking its sweet time to spread, giving him more than enough opportunity to drink the Potion of Remove Curse he had stolen from Ibzan! If he was lucky, drinking it would still free him from the accursed cat’s collar, but at this point he didn’t have the luxury of waiting before using it!

Curro hurried, not even paying attention to the two eager dogs waiting nearby to play their next round of fetch as he bent over, reaching into his Bag of Holding to search for the Potion. His pom continued to wobble with his fretting movements, bobbing the fuzzy ball of red fur just in front of Spots’ snout—unaware that the hyena’s shimmering blue eyes were now observing the fuzzy sphere’s movements just as closely as it had the rubber ball earlier…

Chomp~

“Kup- ack! Unhand… Unmaw me you filthy mongrel!” The thief shouted after the hyena less than playfully nommed his fuzzy antenna! A hand removed itself from his search to pry the beast away from the sensitive pom it had claimed, but all that resulted in was the animal pulling away—forcing a yelp from the moogle’s lips as he was dragged away from his pack by his antenna like it was a leash in the animal’s teeth! “Kupo! I mean, nice doggy, good doggy… Please don’t nom my pom!”

The hyena’s maw continued to slobber all over the well-groomed fuzz, making Curro whine and squirm as he attempted to yank it away from the animal’s antics. Unfortunately, his attempt at escape were further undermined by Splotch as the canine released his rubber ball to begin barking and jumping all over him as well, seemingly eager to join in on tormenting his brethren’s playing as well! The chi’ing barks of the painted dog grew ever more excited as he began to nip and nom at him, trying to steal him away from the larger beast’s maw like he was one of those rope toys for dogs to play tug-o-war with!

“Ack, nooo! Let me go, I don’t have time for this!” The moogle barked out, growing ever more desperate whenever his gaze turned towards the gold spreading slowly down his fingers and closer towards his palms. He tried to shove the two canines away, or at least as much as he dared whilst their fangs chewed against his fur and oh so sensitive head adornment, utterly failing to succeed as he was eventually wrestled to the ground beneath their combined assault!

Will Save: Failure!

No sooner had he fallen to the floor with both quadrupeds on top of him than the moogle’s nose twitched. There was some strange scent on both of the pups that he couldn’t quite place, although something in the back of his mind recalled a similar feeling when he was sneaking past the Dungeon Boss’ throne. The rogue’s eyes glazed ever so faintly, his oh so modest Psyche bar taking a firm beating from the inviting scent that likewise made his tool twitch to life. It was only when his olive-green gaze turned towards the ferals’ hindquarters with his vantage point on the floor that he realized just what it was he might have smelled—catching sight of their thoroughly bred spades still dripping with warm, fecund, pearly white seed, and the owner of the virile donations made abundantly clear by the vulpine-head-shaped brand crowning the quadrupeds subtly swollen bellies.

“C’mon… L– Look, I’ve got some toys in my bag you can play with instead of me, al- alright! Just– Just don’t tell anyone– Mppph!”

The little fairy creature’s protests were interrupted as Spots silenced the begging thief by sitting on the male’s face! Well, he couldn’t quite tell if the hyena deliberately chose to do it for that purpose, or if the beast was merely trying to hide the moogle’s now thoroughly slobber-soaked pom beneath him from the wild dog scampering and darting about them while looking for the concealed toy. Whatever the mindless beast’s reason, it ended with the hyaenidae’s cum-flooded entrance smothered against his face, smearing his nose with the scent of recently satisfied bestial fertility and the overpowering, monstrous virility responsible for doing so. It was enough to make the rogue shudder, trapping his fingers into an almost useless curl just as they finished transforming into gold, whilst the toes in his boots had unknowingly met a similar fate with an excited, curled clench against the pads of his feet.

Was this how he’d meet his end..!? Not just petrified for all eternity, but left as some… rag for a mindless beast to wipe their stud’s seed off on!? Escape seemed ever farther away as the hyena’s stronger forepaws pressed down against his midsection, soon joined by the smaller dog’s eager paws and nose clawing and sniffing all over him—practically bouncing on him from the other side as if to scare him out from underneath the larger mutt!

How could he have been bested by a pair of level one dogs!? He knew his Strength was lacking and his Grapple Checks were pathetic, but he never imagined it would end like this! He should have put more ranks in Escape Artist… But there were just so many other skills to invest in, and he was always certain that a mage like Ibzan would have made it redundant with a Freedom of Movement spell!

‘I give up!’ He tried to whine, hoping for mercy… His hands, now frozen in their auric pose and unable to hold onto the hyena or wild dog’s body, fell to the wayside, hoping that at least an end to his squirms might cause the dogs to lose interest. That didn’t stop him from pursing his lips, however, as if he could expel the drops of potent vulpine ambrosia that had smeared across his face or crept into his maw with the expression alone—especially since a few tantalizing drops had managed to grace his tongue with a dick-jolting sample when he spoke his surrender.

Instead of freedom, all he got for his trouble was a quartet of ‘dings’ ringing through the air as his defeat awarded a pair of vastly underleveled pair of minions a healthy amount of Experience points. The fox’s pets paused for only a moment, staring at each other in confusion from the sudden growth of power they felt, before their attention inevitably turned back to their plaything prostrated on the ground beneath them.

Spots acted first, shifting her… his..? hind legs to bathe the moogle’s face in the scent of satisfied heat, drawing more protesting whimpers from the Rogue as he struggled to keep the Will-challenging aroma and taste from violating his senses any further, holding his breath as he tried to twist his snout away. Splotch, meanwhile, began to turn his attention towards the slowly petrifying moogle’s clothes, the beast’s teeth nipping at the fabric and leather to slowly pry them apart for some enigmatic reason that escaped Curro’s imagination—although he hoped it wasn’t to get to the small tent which started to show on his crotch!

“Well, well… What do we have here?” The dreadful sound of the kitsune’s voice called out from behind the tormenting hounds obscuring his vision. The two pups reacted immediately, barking with joy as they rejoiced in their owner’s attention.

Curro gasped as the hyena finally pried his warm, wet, cum drooling spade from his maw, allowing him to finally catch a breath of relatively musk free air to satisfy his burning lungs. It was all the comfort he could take in the moment, however, before the half-dressed, panicking moogle tried to bounce onto his feet straight into a run… Only to topple forward as his feet, half turned to gold, were incapable of moving at anything more than a hobbled limp!

He landed on his hands and knees, a less than modest position to be in with his ass exposed thanks to Splotch’s tormenting nips. With his attempt at escape foiled, the only thing left for the moogle was to steel his will and turn his eyes towards the dreadful figure that had arrived for him. He hadn’t given up yet, however… He just needed to get to his pack. If he could swallow that potion to undo the curse he had been afflicted with, he might be able to flee from the fox and run back to town…

But, as his hands darted for his satchel, and voice just as terrifying as the fox’s called out from just behind the Boss.

“Still thinking of escape? Foolish scoundrel. Kneel to our god, slut.”

Condition Triggered: Slave Collar

Will Save Failed!

Eridian’s words caused the moogle’s body to cringe a moment before the collar’s compulsion rippled through him! He could try to resist its effects for a short while, but the pain that came from doing so would inevitably make him succumb to the order in the end… as the tiger had demonstrated more than once in the weeks he had been underneath the damn cat’s thrall. A panicked glare darted towards the Druid, but he ultimately did as he was told, returning to the shameful, bent over display he had been in a moment earlier.

Curro’s pom darted aside as he finally took his time to examine both figures… The kitsune was much the same as he had been before, except the thief swore that his dick was noticeably larger, and the spheres draping against his thighs were seemingly heavier than before. There were also the remains of the enthralling fox’s cum glazing that monstrous red spire and matting his fur from the waist down, although the latter seemed to have been somewhat addressed by a hasty tongue-bath from the thief’s least favorite feline.

The cat, however, was almost unrecognizable save for the distinct fur pattern that only the white tiger with a black face and orange-stripes possessed. The feline seemed to be missing quite a few inches, as well as most of the masculine physique, leaving him with a lithe, almost boyish appearance—save for his hips which had grown ever so slightly curvier to accommodate the cum-dripping snatch between his legs instead of the large cat cock that the moogle had been made to pleasure by the Druid’s agony compelled order. But the transformation in the Evil nature servant was far more than appearance, considering how eagerly the would-be-overlord-turned-boy-toy pressed himself against the side of the larger fox’s body, fawning over the kitsune with every idle gesture and glance of shimmering-blue eyes, at least whenever he wasn’t disciplining the Rogue in front of them—quite unlike the callous, depraved, and oh so domineering bastard that he had known.

Despite the position he was in, at least the sorry state of bitchhood the Eridian had been reduced to gave the Rogue some small sense of satisfaction.

“It looks like my two pups have succeeded on their first hunt all by themselves, and they didn’t even need to be ordered too~ Although… Perhaps they were just eager to catch up with their old friend~?” Amor rumbled while reaching down to invite his two dogs over. The pair of pups eagerly trotted forward, pressing their heads into their Master’s doing touch. The fox’s hands scratched behind their ears and along their chin, drawing satisfied churrs and chis from both bred animals.

“O– Old friend..? But I’ve not met them before..! Unless… They really were… Those two…” Curro tore his eyes from the paradoxically regal yet depraved fox and his bitch towards the two hounds which had caught him. He had thought they sported a superficial appearance before, but… As he looked with closer eyes and considered the possibility, he started to see that the pattern of spots and splotches to both of them wasn’t just similar—it was identical. Hell, Splotch still wore Paint’s bandana!

And when he considered how much Eridian had changed in so little of a time… “You’ve… You’ve turned them into beasts!”

“They’re better off for it. They’re so much happier now~ Blissfully mindless and content with a Master to care for and protect them~ They’re so eager to please, too, even finding me another plaything…” The fox turned his attention away from his pair of pups with a sneering smirk towards his latest prize. “I’ll have to ensure they get a good treat as a reward when I’m finished with you.”

“I’m not a–” The moogle was about to object, before the stern glare from the bitch-tiger and a glance to the line of gold advancing over his wrists convinced him that trying to be obstinate would only hasten his demise. “I mean… Yes, Master Amor. Whatever you say, Master Amor… Could you please undo this curse on me so I can properly please you, Master Amor?”

“Oh? And just how would you go about that, my little thief?” The fox answered with a hint of amusement to his words. Well, at least he was like the tiger and enjoyed toying with his prey, i.e., him.

“If I may, my Lord… Filth such as this vagabond aren’t worth your mercy~” Eridian interjected with a cruel smile, dashing the moogle’s hopes with a glint of vengeful malice seeping through the haze of blue authority covering his eyes.

The cat sweetened his words with a groping squeeze over the fox’s shaft, sweeping away a layer of spunk and cunt-juice with a rolling squeeze. “He is barely worth being a toy to you before being disposed of, and there can be no more fitting punishment for a cur who skulked into your den and attempted to steal from you than to become a part of the very hoard he was hoping to steal from~”

“Kupo! We can talk about this! I can be far more useful to you alive than as a statue!”

“You’re wanting something, aren’t you, my pet~? What is it?” The fox replied to his bitch-kitten, ignoring the moogle’s protesting pleas entirely.

“Am I that obvious~?” Eridian purred back with a sweet smile, and a look of tender devotion that Curro never thought possible from the blackhearted tiger.

“Cats are always after something, are they not~? Even if it is just their Master’s attention… So speak.”

“Hmmph… He deserves far more than just being an inanimate trophy… We should ensure he spends an eternity being able to properly please you~ If you lend me a bit of your… assets…” the cat murmured with a reverent purr, his groping hands sliding down to give the fat nuts that had just sired three litters a tender brush. “We can ensure that both of his holes are stuck molded to fit your dick~ It’s always good to have a toy with a variety of uses, yes?”

“And you’re recommending that idea entirely out of a generous desire for your Master, hmm?” The kitsune shot back with another snicker, but the twist to the fox’s black lips and the flick of his tongue implied that the idea appealed to the Dungeon Boss’ sensibilities.

“Well… I wouldn’t say it’s entirely altruistic… A chance to feel what it’s like to be as powerful and as virile as you..? What servants wouldn’t desire that opportunity, even if only temporarily~? It might also serve as motivation for me to get to work siphoning the Stats of other adventurers, just so I can reach something approaching that feeling again… And ensure all the more flows to you as well, my Lord~”

“C’mon, stop talking like that, kupo! A statue would be nowhere near as pleasurable for you to fuck than a living, breathing moogle! I wouldn’t even look good in your hoard, I’d totally throw off the vibes and–”

“Silence. Your betters are talking~” Eridian snapped back with a snarl, causing Curro’s words to freeze within his throat after another failed Will Save.

“Hmm. Very well. I suppose you are deserving of a bit of sport for being such a good kitten.” Amor continued to rumble with amusement. His fat cock gave its own assent with a twitch, sending a rivulet of addictive pre pouring forth to splatter on the floor in front of Curro, making the moogle’s nose flare in reflex from the pheromonal assault to his nasal cavity.

The Rogue attempted to protest, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t overcome the control the collar held upon him—even with his ever-mounting fear as his body slowly turned to gold before his eyes. All he could do was watch as the fox’s hand brushed across Eridian’s body with a petting, yet oh so possessive squeeze. The kitsune’s fingers coiled with his magic, power flaring to life along his fingertips and tickling across the cat’s body as his latest blessing seeped into the feline’s being, shifting his nature once more to his owner’s desires.

Within a single blink, the cat had changed—making the Rogue wonder if the feline had actually transformed, or if the new adornment was some sort of phantasmal creation. Where those pretty, bred, and still dripping lips had once been, the tiger now sported a large, glistening, throbbing red fox dick, almost the perfect mirror of the kitsune’s own flexing against it—right down to the set of omnipotent spheres hanging against the boyish cat’s thighs! The rest of his body seemed unchanged however, even down to the subtle gravid curve of his branded belly still bloated with his Master’s seed and nascent litter. Of course, Eridian’s smaller frame just served to make the duplicate dick dripping with the same scent as the original look all the more impressive with its contrast~

“Those self-important celestials are often fond of handing out Holy Weapons to their devoted followers, so I’ve decided to extend you the same courtesy~ How do you like the ‘favored weapon’ your ‘god’ has bestowed upon you, kitten~? It’ much better suited to the types of duties you’ll perform to expand my brood.” The kitsune teased with another growl, his groping squeeze shifting to the now endowed twink’s rump and kneading the soft muscles against his palm.

“It’s… Perfect Master. Far better than restoring the poor comparison of my own virility.” Curro would have expected that line to be delivered with an air of biting sarcasm, but instead the bitch-cat’s tone seemed to be entirely earnest! The fawning feline’s pleasure at the kitsune’s blessing was further displayed with an affectionate bump of his forehead against the fox’s chin, even as both of his hands turned their attention to groping over the monstrous manhood eagerly throbbing from his own crotch. “It feels fantastic… The power… The vigor pulsing through it… Any bitch would be lucky to be broken by this dick… Your dick~”

“K– Kupo…” Curro’s whimper of concern was all that escaped the collar’s Geas silencing his throat as he stared at his awaiting doom. One of the kitsune’s dicks seemed like a nearly impossible order for a small little creature like him to take, but two!? Especially one in possession of a feline whose cruelty he already knew, let alone after the reviled cat’s pride had been thoroughly abused and his Psyche broken.

Terror shivered down the moogle’s spine when the feline divorced himself from his owner’s side, striding forward with even more confidence than when the tiger had first got his claws upon him—and turned the thief into his bitch and disposable minion. The slender, svelte feline’s hand reached down before wrenching the moogle’s face upwards to stare at the intimidating girth now towering above his gaze—just in time to feel a bead of warm, vulpine virility tumble over from its tip to stain his fur with the musky ambrosia, seemingly dispelling any doubts that the tool was just an illusion.

“Such a pretty little toy you made~ That expression is just as exquisite as our first time~ You’ll definitely make a nice tribute for my Master’s hoard~” The tiger growled, kneeling down to bring that monstrous mast closer.

Curro did his best to squirm away with his awkward, half-petrified limbs and collar compelled slothfulness, only for even the meager strength the tiger still possessed to be more than enough to hold him in place—especially with the even more intimidating presence of the kitsune Boss tickling against the back of his neck as the fae lord circled behind him. The ‘cat’s’ warm, heavy, and glistening wet tool rolled across his face, matting his white fur in the fecund essence which brought another failed save pop up with every breath he took.

The cat kept a firm, peculiarly tender hold upon his head, while his hips slowly dragged back to bring the tapered point to the faerie’s lips, smothering its dollop-drooling start across the faerie’s lips. The moogle briefly entertained the hope that the cat would dangle another carrot in order to get him to comply with their sordid desires… ‘Be a good, obedient fuck pet for us and we’ll stop the petrification,’ was an offer that he had no choice but to agree too right now, and seemed to be the fastest way out of his Bad End!

“Open~” That hope joined the rest of his dashed prayers as the cat exploited the compelling collar still on his neck to make him obey.

Curro flinched, turning every scrap of mental resilience he had left against the collar’s Geas, despite the searing pain the attempt at resistance prompted in response…

Will Save vs. Geas: Failure!

No luck. In the end, all he did was hurt himself for the half-second or so he managed to resist before finally succumbing to the enchanted band’s compulsion, opening his lips to expose his small, tender maw to the train of vulpine cockmeat far too large for him! The cat wasted no time, sliding one hand around the back of the moogle’s scalp to pin him in place, whilst the other wrenched a hold around his dog-tormented pom to yank him forward like it was a leash! The moogle bitch was tugged forward onto the tiger’s cock, wedging his tongue against the bottom of his maw by the feline’s surrogate prick—stuffing his cheeks even as his small mouth struggled to just wrap around the graduated head, let alone the long, thick, eye-watering mast behind it.

“There’s no need to be merciful with him, my Master~ I’ve given him plenty of training to make him my good little fuck sleeve… He might struggle to adjust to your girth, but I’m confident he can manage it before he’s gilded into that gape for all eternity~”

“Is that so~?” Another pair of hands, stockier and far stronger than the effete feline’s, settled around Curro’s hips, hiking his body up to force his half-exposed ass into the air. Or rather, his completely exposed ass after a brief flourish of magic across his body stripped him of the last of his clothes. The fancy get up of the thieves guild he was a part of from his old world was seared away by a wave of blue fire, leaving behind nothing but a naked moogle—save for the cursed collar Eridian had forced upon his neck that kept him nice and subservient to their commands. “Well, he’ll enjoy it before the end, anyway~”

“Mpphph!?” Curro whimpered around the fat cock in his mouth as its mirror lined up with his squirming rump. His little cotton ball tail tried to resist while his hips were trapped in the Boss’ grip, the little tuft of fluff wagging fiercely side to side while the teasing sway of the kitsune’s hips rolled the monstrous, virile warmth across his back and between his fuzzy cheeks. The tool’s spunk drooling point left a trail of mind-numbing musk in its wake, painting his white fur in its heady scent, before finally slipping down to nestle underneath his tail and…

Shove~

“MMMPH!” The small fairy creature’s eyes went wide as he felt himself being spread around the same cock from both sides! His prostate quivered as it was ground beneath the fat slab of red vulpine meat, whilst his tongue was subjected to the alluring flavor of its mirror in his maw.

Despite how little Eridian was used to sharing his toys, the cat’s reflexes were fast enough for him to seize the opening that whimpered cry gave—shoving Curro’s face forward so that his small maw was dragged down the main length of the kitsune tool, burying its scarlet start into the back of his gullet.

It didn’t take long after that for the two studs to settle into a steady rhythm, working his small body in tandem so that when one thrust sent his body—now precariously balanced on his now immobile gold hands—toppling forward, he would be met by the slamming hips of his other abuser, bouncing him back towards the other dick in turn! The Rogue’s eyes squeezed shut to keep his gaze from bouncing every which way from their vigorous thrusts, although the same couldn’t be said for his shameful prick twitching and bouncing against his belly at full mast despite his efforts to resist—wagging with each bounce and flicking beads of his pre between the growing pools of arousal formed from the overflowing fecundity dripping from his holes.

“See? What did I tell you… The little slut likes it rough~ The more brutal you are, the more he’ll squeeze down and milk your dick like a good little sleeve~” Eridian purred, his sharp claws dancing threateningly against the moogle’s scalp and pom with every pleasure-prompted flex of his hands. “Almost a shame to let him become a statue… Almost~”

Curro squirmed. His partially petrified legs kicked and thrashed as best they could between the two-fold grip holding him down, trying his best to keep the monstrous girth stretching his ass from plundering in as deeply as he could. Unfortunately, his numb feet kicking against his thighs just ensured that, as the advancing transmutation crossed over his knees, his legs were trapped in that position, showing off his permanently golden clenched toes against his ass, framing the fox’s hips during each stomach bulging thrust!

Yet, even that stark reminder of his existential dread wasn’t enough to stop his moogle-hood from twitching madly, quivering on the edge of release thanks to the thorough bludgeoning his prostate was taking from the kitsune’s firm rut—especially not with the other rod ramming further into his gullet to further scratch his hedonistic inklings. His small spheres flexed against his sheath, his black, canid rod at full mast with his knot flared, while the tapered obsidian point glistened with arousal. It felt like all it would need to coax his climax out was a single squeeze to his sensitive knot glands—something he would have done already if his hands weren’t now useless for the task with the position they were frozen in. Curro knew the shameful release was still only a matter of time so long as the tools making him their sleeve continued their selfish rut, although he doubted the studs humiliating him before his end would even notice a pathetic climax like his own.

“He’s enjoying it a bit too much, if anything~ But, I think I know a solution for that~” The kitsune’s voice rumbled behind him with a malevolent snicker, rousing the moogle’s gaze to peep open slightly to spy what the fox was planning. He was powerless to do anything but watch as the fox snapped his fingers—unable to even identify what the spell the fox was conjuring did. Only when the familiar sensation of the curse transmuting him into gold began to spread across the throbbing, masculine need between his thighs did he get the answer.

Curro’s gagged whimper in response was silenced by the cock swabbing his throat, keeping his protests from being heard as he felt his black shaft begin to transform into the same resplendent metal as his limbs were—bringing an end to the warm, eager, and vigorous throbs which pulsed through his masculinity in the auric wake. Yet, despite how his cock and balls were now immortalized in precious metal at the very precipice of their release, his need and the anticipation building within his former flesh remained—except now whatever relief he could have hoped for, whatever pleasure he might have enjoyed before the end, was now beyond his gilded cock’s capability as phantom throbs and twitches of anticipation continued to roll through his mind!

“That’s better. It’ll keep him nice and needy now, no matter how hard we fuck him~” The fox sneered whilst Curro’s whimpered begs continued to rumble against the copy of his dick, barely audible at all beneath the wet schlurps of his throat being ravaged by a prick several sizes too large for such a small, but surprisingly stretchy, faerie.

“Mmm… A shame not to take his Levels and masculinity though, isn’t it Master~? We might be able to milk him down to zero before he finished becoming a statue if we tried~” The cat shot back with a tease, before ramming the moogle’s face into his crotch as punishment for his disobedient ‘tone’, pressing the winged being’s lips to the fat glands at the base of the vulpine shaft.

“There was hardly anything of the later to take, anyway~ As for the former… Well, cursed idols are more effective the stronger the spirit stuck within them is~ He’ll be putting those Levels to work for me still… As a potent fertility idol to ensure my bitches’ wombs swell heavily with my kids~”

A firm, demanding slap of the kitsune’s knot against his tailhole finally shocked the moogle’s eyes back open with a pleading whimper. He wanted to squirm, to do anything to alleviate the pleasure that welled higher and higher within his loins underneath the torrent of failed Will saving throws, but the creeping gold doom traveling up along his limbs all but held him still, especially after the cool sensation crept over his shoulders! His arms were frozen in place, trapping his face for the thrusting tiger’s pleasure, whilst every rocking thrust from the two studs created a soft clink as his golden limbs rocked across the stone floor.

His desperation to escape grew as he felt the cool, immobile flesh around his crotch and shoulders spread across his chest, advancing beneath the Kitsune Lord’s raking claws around his hips to contrast the golden splendor beneath his fuzzy brown fingers. The moogle could feel his chest starting to stiffen, making his breathing—already difficult with a gullet-stuffing cock ramming its addictive pre halfway to his stomach—all the all the more laborious. His madly fluttering wings were swiftly frozen in place right after, joining the metal surface to the resplendent, petrified flesh flowing from his shoulders—leaving only his head, ass, and hips still fuzzy and white.

Every neuron within his brain that wasn’t rattled from the pleasure bouncing back and forth throughout his body burned, trying to think of a way, anyway, he could escape his demise. His light green eyes spun, frequently knocked off course with a clap of a knot against his maw, before bouncing back to look throughout the room for some faint sliver of hope; a merciful deliverance from the Outer Planes, hell, he’d even take a fiend that offered him a slightly longer leash at this point in time!

That was when he saw the two dogs out of the corner of his vision, past the twink tiger hips pumping steadily into his whimpering throat. The two hounds were keeping themselves busy while their new Master was busy ‘entertaining’ him, pawing at and poking their curious noses into his Bag of Holding, delighting in the mysterious nature of its pocket dimension now that there wasn’t any higher brain function getting in the way. The hyena’s squat and stubby head disappeared into the container, lifting up to pull the bag up off of the ground to wear it like a helmet, ensuring that Splotch couldn’t reach it anymore save by jumping up against the crocuta’s side. Until, finally, the smaller animal managed to get his jaws around the opening of the bag and pry it from Spots to get his own chance to play with it.

But by then the hyena had already gotten his muzzle onto something within it… The familiar, faintly glowing blue potion that he had pilfered from the former mage in the first place! A faint ray of hope appeared before him… That potion… Did the beast search it out because it could still smell itself on the vial, or was the vulpine’s destruction of the former Wizard’s mind not as utter as he intended? Whatever the case, if he could get it splashed on him, it might be able to reverse the petrification!

Curro whimpered towards Spots, hoping that the two tormenters fucking him into a near stupor wouldn’t notice as he tried to draw the animal’s attention. Fortunately for him, Lady luck seemed to still be partial to him after all, as his pleading whimpers managed to draw the beast’s interests despite his constant wet, sloppy, cock-induced gags! Those dull, witless eyes turned towards the nearly broken moogle. His adorable round ears tilted in curiosity as Curro tried to entice the beast closer by wagging his horribly drooled and slobbered upon pom. The beast stepped closer, bringing that oh so precious potion along with it… Closer and closer still, until the animal was just a few feet to the side of the tiger, so close now that the moogle would have almost been able to reach out and grab it… If his hands weren’t a set of inanimate stands for the world’s soon-to-be most expensive dual-side use onahole..!

But, just as the Rogue thought his plan might have actually succeeded, the dumb mutt dropped his salvation after losing interest in the precious, valuable, lifesaving object he held between his jaws! With a gut-wrenching scream which served only to send a pleasuring rumble across the dick bulging his throat, the moogle’s last hope fell with a crash to the floor, shattering and spreading the enchanted fluid across the stone tiles without a drop landing upon his gilded person!

The noise from the broken potion grabbed the hyena’s attention over the sorry, depraved notes of thoroughly fucked moogle, glancing down at the floor to see one of his forepaws soaked in the blue liquid from the broken vial. For a brief moment, Curro’s smoldering, dying embers of hope surged, thinking that perhaps Spots, or rather Ibzan, might be able to break free of the curse that had rendered him a dumb, feral, mutt! Surely the mage of their party might be able to break the effect upon his body, perhaps even whip up a teleportation spell to get them all far enough away to make a run for it!?

Potion of Remove Curse has no effect upon Spots due to Permanent Condition Broken!

Of fucking course! Curro would have screamed again if it wasn’t for the fact he was still out of breath from the last one! A pathetic, whimpering sob might have been his recourse, if even that didn’t just come out as furtive, pleading whines and whimpers with how hard it was to think with his body being despoiled for the fox and tiger’s pleasure! He could no longer stop himself from huffing the vulpine musk wafting from the tiger’s crotch thanks to his conjured prick, his nostrils flaring with each pheromonal blow to his flat lining Psyche. Even his ass squeezed with what strength he had left in reflexive tandem to the vigorous throbs drumming against his throat and prostate.

“Mmm… Bad luck~ Not that there was any chance of you escaping even with the potion… But here… Have a consolation prize to take with you into your new life as a fertility idol~” Eridian snarled, his sharp, retractable claws holding tight to the back of the fey-bitch’s scalp as his modest physique threw every ounce of its meager strength into his bucks! The swollen glands of his burrowed cock tapped demandingly against the moogle’s lips, fat nuts slapping against his chin, whilst beneath that the shape of the dick’s bulge in his throat became immortalized by the advancing wave of gold. Before, with a rumbling roar of triumph and bliss from his depraved ‘master’, Curro gave one last sordid whimper as the cat’s knot slipped into his maw—stuffing his cheeks around the tiger’s lent masculinity!

The heavy spheres now nestled against his chin clenched, pumping ropes of cascading vulpine virility directly into the depths of his gullet whilst the auric transmutation crept over his jawline. Each jet of cream pumped into his small body landed like a kick to his gut, drawing fresh moans from the depths of his chest as he felt his belly swell from the weight of seed pouring into his stomach! Unfortunately, only a hint of the divine taste crossed his tongue from whatever drops escaped his gullet with his gagging, coughing moans, but it was more than enough to demolish what was left of his resistance despite the advancing petrification now spreading over the sides of his face, trapping his maw into a perfect knot pocket for the kitsune’s tool.

Will Save: Failure!

Condition Acquired: Charmed!

“Mmm. Fuck! That’s a good moogle… Just as good of a cock sucker as always~ Take every last drop of our Master’s cum! It’s a gift from both of us to you~”

The beguiling blue glow of the fox’s influence finally crept into the moogle’s eyes as he felt the addictive cream settle into his belly, wasting no time before seeping into his transmuting flesh to impart the need it instilled with him for all eternity. Curro’s eyes struggled to focus, his mind reeling on the precipice of shattering, barely holding on with only a sliver of his Psyche remaining—anchored to reality only by the steady tempo of the firing cock lodged in his throat, and the impulse to squeeze down tight and milk his Masters’ dicks…

“Unfortunately… That design doesn’t exactly show off the belly we’ll be giving him, now does it?” The fox rumbled, flicking his tongue over his lips as he stared down at the piece of artwork he was creating with the moogle’s demise. “Don’t worry… I think I’ve got an idea to fix that~”

The only lifeline to consciousness that the moogle had left was wrenched away from him by a sudden shift in the kitsune’s grip! With a wet plop, his now gold lips—petrified into a permanent gaping hole ready for any eager dick to use—was pried off of the tiger’s copied dick! The shaft that had stuffed his esophagus for the last several minutes finally slipped free, allowing the pure, unadulterated taste of fox seed to drench his tongue before it too turned to gold, freezing the mind melting flavor onto his taste buds for perpetuity. As if his eternal sensory stimulation wasn’t already enough, a shot of white, vulpine cream lanced across his face from Eridian’s now freed dick, spreading its lurid warmth of the virile spunk to his fur, smothering his nostrils in the mind-numbing, libido-rousing scent as his sense of smell was frozen in gold as well.

Meanwhile, the fox’s grip upon his almost completely petrified body continued to yank him upright, while the vulpine’s tails coiled around the moogle’s petrified legs to hold them in a more kneeling posture as his hips finally froze in resplendent immortality—showing off his jizz-bloated belly just like the fox desired, while more than likely allowing for him to remain usable on all fours with his propped knees. But something as important as the pose he’d be striking for the rest of his existence didn’t matter too much to the moogle… Not in comparison to the anticipation that came with the kitsune dragging him up, exposing over a foot of hole-stuffing meat without slipping its head free from his soon to be golden ass… Before ramming the moogle slut down hard enough to bury his own knot against Curro’s prostate~

Will Save: Critical Failure!

Psyche Shattered!

Permanent Condition Acquired: Broken!

Curro’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his feeble will finally broke beneath the rush of pleasure and the maddening inability for his golden prick to experience any kind of relief! Every throb from the kitsune’s knot within his rear brought a fading whimper to his now empty maw—kept frozen in its permanent agape expression ripe and ready to be used by the next cock that fancied to use it. The powerful clench of the spheres smacking against his ass cheeks was the last thing they felt as the tide of transmuted gold flesh spread across his spread cheeks, locking his pucker in a permanent stretch around the yanking test of a tie—just as ready to be used as his frozen face.

Condition Acquired: Pregnant!

Permanent Condition Acquired: Mark of Claim!

His last whimpers came as his belly swelled with every bloating rope, muffled begs for release given from the hammering throbs against his prostate and the satisfying ache of being swelled around so much addictive jizz. His warm, fuzzy belly stretched against the smooth, cool surface of his golden petrified legs, pressing past the modest erection to complete the obscene pose he was stuck in. Only as his belly finally refused to swell anymore, leaving each following jizz shot to spill back down around the fox’s knot, and the same black, vulpine-head shaped brand that adorned the rest of his fallen party appeared to crown his gravid, kit-laden stomach, did the enchantment upon his flesh finally spread across his midsection—freezing him for all eternity right after the point of conception, poised on the edge of the largest climax of his life that would never arrive nor recede.

The moogle’s face was the last to change, caught in a display of witless, hedonistic ecstasy as the transmutation finally swept up from his muzzle whilst wads of vulpine spunk poured from the small, seed-inundated moogle’s rump and gaping maw—glazing his new auric complexion in a layer of musky vulpine polish. With the trap’s curse finally finished, the small faerie creature was left an unblemished idol of pure gold from the ends of his clenched toes to his conveniently placed pom… Save for the black brand that starkly stood out upon his pregnant belly even now.

Yet, Curro’s unfortunate fate wasn’t over just yet. Whilst the Rogue might have hoped being petrified would mean a complete cessation of his consciousness, the fact that he could still feel a phantom continuation of the senses from his petrified body parts had been a hint towards the true fate he would experience. He was stuck, helplessly stuck in a frozen body, completely unaware of his surroundings… But still conscious, or at least as sapient as he could be while stuck in a complete sensory void aside from his body stuck in an unending moment of pleasure and need! The scent, warmth, and weight of the blissful seed he had received for all eternity had been permanently etched into his senses, leaving his thoughts a helpless, constant whimper and plead for more and a silent beg for release as he quivered at the peak of anticipation.

“Mmm… Well, I suppose that’s the end of that~” Amor rumbled, dragging the now fully transformed thief off of his cock with a wet plop, leaving a deluge of white cream pouring free from the unplugged hole unable to close in the knot’s wake. If the creator of that curse knew the moogle’s unfortunate fate, he didn’t show it as he treated the petrified slut like an inanimate toy. “Now, where should I put him… I suppose it would make more sense to keep him in my harem where my vixens could benefit from the cursed fertility aura he’ll exude~”

“Actually, Master… If you don’t mind… I think he’d work far better as an idol I could use to spread your glory…” Eridian purred, watching as the fox propped the small gold statue onto the floor, standing upright so that belly was on full display, even if the moogle’s mouth and head were still tilted upwards and bubbling cream like a perverse fountain.

The tiger stepped forward gingerly, unlatching the collar from the moogle’s neck as he spoke—it was far too useful of an accessory to be left adorning an inanimate statue’s body, after all. “Every cult requires some decoration to set the mood… And I’m sure you’ll enjoy the idea of some hedonistic lovers fucking beneath its influence, unaware that the males it allows to be impregnated would bare your kits instead of their suitor’s… No~?”

“Oh? You wouldn’t be partial to the moogle, hmm? Especially not after intending to sacrifice him as part of that foolish ritual of yours~?” The kitsune teased back with a smirk, eyeing the silly little kitten with a bemused gleam to his eyes.

“What? Course not, Master,” the tiger grinned, giving the shaft he was loaned one last, fond squeeze before it disappeared, returning him to the set of recently fertilized lips that were his new default. “I am thinking entirely on what would serve your designs best… As I’m sure you were already plotting this very use for him, and was merely testing my creativity as a servant~”

“Perhaps, but even if so… My kitten is going to have to work to earn the boon he requests,” the fox retorted with a rumbling growl, taking a seat once more upon his throne. His knees spread as he lounged back against his seat, leaving that absolute monster of adventurer-breaking cock hanging between his thighs, idly pouring rivulets of post-climax seed upon the tiled floor. Before, with a snap of his fingers, he pointed towards the behemoth Eridian was sworn to service. “Get to work cleaning, kitten~”

The tiger was on him immediately, returning to his knees and using his face and tongue as a towel to dry the cum-slick dick he was sworn to service. He wasn’t alone, at least… Like good, well trained hounds, Spots and Splotch had also heeled at their Master’s fingers, butting their heads in from either direction to help tongue wash the tool that had sired their litters—or get to work lapping up the large puddles of cream that had come to coat the floor… All while Curro’s statue ‘watched on’ in an unending incognizant, hedonistic daze~