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Day 4: Clothes/Uniform

It was the year 87 AR, the war that’s been going on between the forces that want to claim the lands that are without any governing rule after the cataclysm wiped out all kingdoms and settlements of the past. The Crimson Forge, which was founded by the power-seeking mages and artificers of the newly found and rapidly growing Verduran Empire, was at its peak of activity, using the chaos caused by the war to fuel their twisted goals.

Crimson Forge, also known as the forge for short, was a secret organization that was aiming to build the perfect soldier and/or weapon. In the game of war, where every side seeks the destruction of the other, Forge’s main goal was to build the perfect soldier who would follow every order without any doubt.

Multiple experiments were conducted to achieve such a goal, but every one of them resulted in failure, either causing the subject to lose all of their motor functions or simply frying their brain as a whole. During the forge’s unsuccessful attempts, the leader of the organization, Ruharn, was an absent father to Valkor, his promising yet neglected kid.

Valkor, still in his mid twenties, with a build that’s muscularly lean, and even though not as tall as the rest of his kin, he still stood around 6’’. His face is always covered in a mask that he almost never removes due to the terrible scar on his face that he got when he was a teenager playing around acid vials.

Valkor wanted to impress his father by helping with their grand project, but he kept being denied, with the reasoning being that he just wasn’t ready yet. However, Valkor was a cunning and stubborn lion and wanted to prove his dad wrong by achieving success that he couldn’t with a council of mages and artificers.

During the Shattering, which was an event that shook the world and caused numerous casualties, leading former civilizations to fall and almost all of the knowledge being lost, it also caused the battle between devils and demons to spread to Valondor. Despite all those apocalyptic events staying in the decades past, there were remaining magical artifacts around, and Valkor just got a hold of an artifact that might be of use to him. All he needed was to figure out how he could utilize it and find subjects to test his theories on with this artifact.

The artifact he found was the armor of some ancient warrior, seemingly radiating with pure arcane energy. Upon managing to identify the piece of armor, Valkor realized that it was holding multiple spells that could grant control over the wearer’s mind. Even though the initial concept was simple, the question of who would be in control of the armor’s vessel was unknown. So Valkor spent all of his day and his nights studying the runes etched on the armor, trying to decipher its secrets. He fleshed out the engraved spells except for one, which seemed to be an unknown, seemingly abyssal spell he had never encountered before.

Spells were separated into different purposes. Some runes and sigils gave access to the vessel’s mind, erasing all that they were once before and creating a blank canvas. Some engravings granted physical strength and durability over the vessel, making it bigger in size and granting them constitution like no other, and then there was the group of runes that he couldn’t decipher yet, which led Valkor to believe they were the ones who assigned the vessel to the caster. However, casting the spell as it is was dangerous, and the last spell on the armor could be a signature spell that could connect the vessel to someone else like its original caster, which Valkor wanted to avoid such a consequence dearly. So, he got to work on making his own signature spells, hoping that he might overwrite the whole combination.

After figuring out how to transfer the enchantments to another garment, he crafted a simple robe that matched the colors of Crimson Forge, thinking that if he were to mass-produce this piece of equipment, it would be able to be worn by any class and troops. To test his newly crafted spell that he spent weeks crafting, Valkor had to find subjects that wouldn’t be missed if they disappeared. Thanks to the conditions surrounding him and his world at the time, with battle creating many homeless and orphans, it wasn’t difficult for Valkor to ‘hire’ people for such low costs, even sometimes in exchange for food, water, and shelter.

Some attempts were unsuccessful, but they only led Valkor to adjust his creation, and eventually, after a couple of attempts, he perfected it. His last subject was a Tiger who was a war refugee, his home destroyed by ongoing warfare, and he had nobody left for him. Valkor walked the tiger through the process, which he named‘repurposing’.

After creating the safe environment, Valkor started watching the tiger from his observatory chamber. Tiger walked towards the mannequin that had the robe attached to it, and Valkor simply waited for his subject to put it on. Subject hesitantly grabbed the robe and, with a concerning look, directed at Valkor as he put it on.

“Umm, is this supposed to do something ~” tiger’s words were interrupted as the sudden shock went through his mind, while his body turned stiff. His eyes unfocused, and his expression went blank while drool formed on his lips, slowly extending towards the ground. Valkor waited a couple of seconds to see if anything else was going to happen, but to his observation, nothing was happening. He waited a couple of seconds and then minutes; the only thing that changed throughout the whole display was the amount of drool increasing in poor tiger’s muzzle, staining his shirt.

After waiting long enough, Valkor rushed through to where the tiger stood still, and he admired his successful creation. First, the enchantment clearly worked, and Valkor could already observe the second enhancement taking effect. He observed veins slowly popping out of his muscles as his arms and chest simultaneously got larger with each second of his admiration. He noticed some darker chest fur appearing under his subject’s orange fur, and the tiger that was previously just an inch taller than Valkor was much taller than him now.

The only thing that mattered was the third enchantment now that it was clear the first and second one was working just fine. Valkor, being prepared for this moment for the last weeks, even months, knew what to do very well, yet he still had trouble containing his excitement. It was a breakthrough in science and militaristic power balance. He had his speech ready about how he was a soldier who would follow the orders of the Forge and obey his father's wishes, but then a seed of doubt sprouted in Valkor’s head. He made it after all; he achieved what a bunch of mages and artificers couldn’t. They said that he wasn’t ready for it and pushed him away. Was he just gonna present this creation to them despite all that?

A slight smirk started growing on Valkor’s face under his mask as he made up his mind about his next course. His hand traced over the laces that tied his mask behind and slowly undid them, allowing the mask to come off.

“Look at me,” Valkor commanded with a much more serious and colder tone, causing the drooling tiger to tilt his head downwards to meet the voice’s source.

“You are called number one from now on. I am your master. Look at my face and memorize my voice. You obey no one but me. You will obey every word I say without question. You are what I tell you to do. Nothing more.” As Valkor was giving Number One’s first instructions, he could almost see his words taking hold of his mind and taking root, the empty canvas being filled with the picture his words were creating.

“Kneel,” Valkor commanded.

Without a second delay, Number One kneeled immediately, still keeping eye contact with the Lion, with the acknowledgement of him as his master now. Seeing his subject in front of him in such a way sparked a power trip in Valkor’s mind, sparking the curiosity of how much he can push this further.

“You adore your master, you worship your master, you would do anything to please your master.” Valkor’s manhood rose as he kept reprogramming his subject’s mind. He enjoyed being in power, and being able to command his subjects to do whatever he wanted was such an overwhelming feeling. And it felt good.

Young Lion was so busy recently that he didn’t have time to tend to his own needs, which all came rushing back in the moment of success, therefore clouding his decision. A little bit of indulgence in my own needs wouldn’t stop my grand goal after all, he thought to himself, and the words just slipped out from his mouth.

“You are a horny fucktoy for your master.” The monotone command hit the tiger, and Valkor immediately could notice the tiger pitching a tent in his tight shorts. Lion’s hand instinctively grabbed his own boner, which led the drooling tiger to fixate his gaze on.

“Open wide, kitty. Once I thrust my dick inside your mouth, you will feel the greatest feeling ever, finding pleasure in submission. Getting drunk in my lion musk will drive you to serve even more eagerly.” Tiger’s mouth watering was out of control at this point. Each word that came out of Valkor’s mind was shaping Number One’s will to fit his desires and wishes.

Valkor stopped caring at that point and dropped down his pants, thrusting his hard 6,5 inch dick inside the already wet kitty’s mouth with haste. Power. He never felt such power. The control he had over this hulking man was incredible. In his cock’s height, Number One kept growing to a size way over his species’ limit. If he weren’t kneeling to suck Valkor’s cock, he would probably be over 7’’, which made the scenario so much hotter for the power tripping Lion. No matter how big they can be, they are still small when they kneel, he thought.

It was rather obvious that Number One hadn’t done anything like this before; Valkor even had to warn his new slave to watch out for his teeth. However, due to his current condition, Number One was a quick learner, as he grasped how to please his master better from the sounds he made. His slave’s head bobbing up and down on his master's juicy cock made him gag every couple thrust. Valkor, who was already very pent up before, couldn’t hold himself anymore and commanded.

“Do not spill a single drop. My cum is the tastiest treat for you.” He said, growling as his balls pulled up ready to empty all of their seed into his personal cumdump’s needy mouth. Number One’s motions got faster, sucking eagerly to collect his master’s seed as a reward. Number One stopped moving his head when his master grabbed his ears and pushed, taking his master’s throbbing cock deep inside his mouth. His Master’s seed hit the back of his throat, and it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Not forgetting his order, Number One started swallowing his master’s seed eagerly as his cum filled him.

“We’re not done yet.” Valkor managed to spoke huffing, trying to catch his breath, and commanded Number One to strip. “Stand up.” His second command followed the first.

Number One stood up at 7’3 height, his muscles definitely grew to even more impressive size, and his orange fur had streaks of grayish black around his chest, armpits, forearms, and pubic hair. He looked bigger, older, and stronger. Valkor hasn’t seen Number One’s cock prior, but it must have been affecting that as well cause if lion’s estimations are correct, Tiger was now packing a roughly seven inches of girthy and veiny cock.

“Sit down and open your legs.” Valkor’s command immediately made the tiger sit down on one of the chairs nearby. His plump balls hanging low under his girthy cock only invited Valkor to get closer. “You can’t cum unless I tell you so, Slave,” Valkor said, only getting a single nod and an approving nod from his personal fucktoy.

Valkor stood still for a second and admired the view in front of him. Beast of a tiger, completely brainwashed and ready to follow whatever order he is about to give. His cock is like a thick, intimidating rod of fire thanks to the enlargement enchantment of his robe. Even though it was rather difficult to admit, it made Valkor’s mouth water, too. A perfect man for his tastes in his command for his kinkiest fantasies. And the best part is, he could create an army of them.

Lion growing in need leaned down to get to his fucktoy’s cock level. Increasing testosterone makes Number One emanate a very strong salty and manly musk. Which made Valkor’s mouth water even more. He got closer, touching his sensitive nose to the spot between his cock and balls, taking a deep whiff.

“Aaah,” he sighed contently “You, Number One, are gonna change a lot of things.” Now burning with heat, Walker gets a good lick starting from the base of the tiger’s cock til it’s tip.

“Every contact of any of my body, touching any part of your body, will feel orgasmic. You are a hundred times more sensitive to my touch, but you are not allowed to cum until I say so.” Valkor’s mouth opened following his command and started licking the tiger’s massive tip, causing the massive beast to start moaning immediately. His massive claws were gripping tightly to such a degree that they would leave claw marks on the chair he was sitting on, while his master was sucking him off.

After struggling to take all of Number One’s massive cock in his mouth, Valkor got bolder, and after making every part wet enough, he showed off his tight hole to the fucktoy and spoke to him. “Lick it till it gets slippery, then finger me.” He immediately added to it after seeing how hungry the tiger was looking at his hole. “Slowly!” He cautioned, hoping it would be enough to make the tiger gentler.

Number One stood up and approached Valkor’s ass, grabbing both of his ass cheeks and pulling them apart, slowly exposing his pink puckered hole. Just like he was ordered het got close suddenly and stuck out his tongue to circle his master’s hole. Continuing the circular motion for a while, after his master’s moans and huffs got louder, he stuck his tongue inside his lion master’s hole, eliciting a louder moan from him.

Rimming continued until Valkor made Tiger hurry up by saying, “Start with your one finger and get that hole ready for your cock fucktoy.” He commanded his slave while stopping in between his words to moan and huff.

Every fur on his body stood up when Number One pushed his thick finger inside his tight hole. He forgot to take the grown size of the tiger’s claws into account. However slight pain left its place to pleasure in seconds when his fucktoy started twisting and turning his thick finger inside, finding the lion’s pleasure spot.

One finger became two, and two became three. Valkor’s slave was doing a great job at pleasuring his master, claiming louder moans at each attempt. After going at it for several minutes, carefully loosening his master’s hole, Number One heard another command that came with a scream from his master.

“FUCK ME TILL I CUM! NOW!” Valkor’s scream echoed inside the chamber, followed by needy huffs.

Number One pulled out all three of his fingers carefully, and he spit on his paw, rubbing it on his dick to make it wet and slippery enough. His master’s hole was already lubed enough, so he positioned himself behind his master’s loosened hole and slowly pushed in. Valkor exhaled as the tiger slowly filled his insides to its limits, making him feel so full. Number One waited for a while for his master to get used to his size and then started thrusting himself into his master’s hole that was gripping his cock.

Moans and loud breathings kept bouncing off the walls of the chamber they’re in, while the smell of sweat and cum became almost intoxicating. Valkor was leaking profusely with each pumping motion. He was having a hard time staying in his current position due to the assault on his hole. After seeing his master losing balance several times, Number One grabbed his lion master from his thighs and lifted him up so that he wouldn’t have to stop, and his master wouldn’t have to hold on anywhere. He adjusted his boner to his master's entrance and locked his paws, securing his master’s place between his paws and his sweaty chest.

Number One picked up the pace when he felt like everything was secure and kept going faster and faster. Between Number One’s paws and chest, his lion master loses himself to pleasure, becoming a moaning mess. Each hit to his prostate sends waves of pleasure through his whole body. Hit after hit, hit after hit…

“GO FASTER YOU DAMN FUCKTOY” Valkor screamed, and his fucktoy obeyed. His master’s screams of pleasure only increased in volume right near his ears as he kept pounding the young master faster and faster. Valkor’s balls pulled up to his cock’s base, and with the last thrust of his fucktoy he started spurting his cum everywhere, including his own chest as his cock jumped with the still ongoing motion of his subject.

“CUM! CUM NOW, FILL ME UP!” Valkor barely managed to scream those commands out loud.

Number One’s whole body vibrated with pleasure as the command released the mental barricade that his master initially placed free. His churning, low-hanging balls flexed and started pumping his sticky seed into the younger lion’s hole. Pumping lasted for several seconds while both felines were locked in place. After Valkor’s insides got filled to the brim, he ordered Number One to release him.

Number One pulled out his cock from his master and gently placed him back on the ground. Valkor, still not being fully able to hold his posture, held onto the tiger, whose cum was still oozing out of his hole.

“Put something on, carry me to my own chamber Number One,” Valkor ordered to his new obedient tiger.

Weeks have past and still hiding the project from his father and the Crimson Forge, Valkor managed to make another robe similar to what he gave to Number One. Number One was helping him in multiple matters, including and not limited to making his master happy under the sheets. Ordering him around felt much more natural to Valkor now.

After making the necessary preparations, Valkor summoned his father to show him something revolutionary with his words. Before his old man’s arrival, Valkor turned towards Number One.

“Just like we practiced Number One.” He said with a wide grin on his face before letting his father into the chambers.

Valkor sent his slave to enter the chamber after his master’s father made an entrance into the room.

“Father, you came!” Valkor spoke from the observatory chamber, right where he stood weeks ago. “I want to show you my latest invention, you’ll love it. Please! Try it on.” He was having trouble containing his excitement.

“Ugh! Boy, you can not just summon your father for trivial things like this! Anyways, let’s get done with this.” His father reached for the robe and put it on, making his body harden like a rock while hearing his son’s distant laughter…

“Yeah, pops. Let’s get done with this.” Valkor responded with a mocking tone before calling out to Number One.

“Number One! Take care of my old man, show him how we do things around here.” Valkor yelled to his obedient slave as he left the observatory while humming a delightful melody.