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It was another ordinary day in Paleharbor, cold, foggy, and gloomy. Ruveus just finished putting the crates on the ship coming from Rheilon’s Rise, and he was tired. A large bull sat down to catch his breath on one of the empty crates. Ruveus, as one would expect, had a wide and muscular frame. He was 27 years old and standing 6’8 tall, with 7 more inches of horns adding up to his height. His build was muscular but softened around some parts, giving him a cuddly look. His fur is brown with some streaks of black around his chest. His horn on the right was made out of half a gem. During his teenage years, it broke during a fight that happened between two adventurer groups in the tavern, and the day after the fight, a mage who was feeling guilty of the damage gave the bovine a horn made out of a gem, making him stand out even more among the townsfolk.

He was working in the docks helping the crews carry crates as a side job, as he could use every single silver. He didn’t have much time left before his actual job at the tavern. Even though his boss would be understanding if he were to clock in late, Ruveus didn’t want to be in that position, as he feels like he owes a big favor to the lovely innkeeper. So after a couple of minutes, the bull got up, wiped the sweat from his brow, and headed to the tavern.

His shift was a long and busy one as the fishermen who were about to leave the next day were having some fun, but that only meant more silver, so he didn’t complain. As the hours passed and the bull started to get tired, so did the drunk men, and while some left for their room or their home, some passed out drunk on the tables.

He slowly woke up the remaining patrons in the hall and told them to get to their rooms as the tavern was closing very soon. As he was doing so, he noticed a wide-framed man in dark gray robes sitting on one of the corner tables. While he was getting closer to the figure sitting in the corner, his features became more noticeable. His long and wide dark green scaly muzzle pointed out that he was probably an alligator. When he was near the man, he tapped the table two times to get his attention, not knowing whether he was awake or not.

Upon hearing the knocks, Thrax, the old gator, slowly pulled down his hood to look at the young and virile bull in front of him. The bull was quite handsome and unique-looking. If he could find a way to put him under his spell, that would be marvelous. That way, he can add another one to his collection of pets, and this one would be a perfect fit among the others. He thought to himself as he listened to what Ruveus was saying.

“Sorry, sir, we’re about to close the bar section, so I have to ask you to leave. You can still use our hall if you’re staying the night, however.” Said the bull kindly.

“Oh, I apologize, I didn’t notice it, young man. I haven’t rented a room, but I would like to if you have any available. I’m a traveling merchant, so I don’t have a place to stay in town.”

The man in robes seemed to be in his mid-forties for his species. Ruveus didn’t know how long their lifespan was, but he sure looked middle-aged. “Ah, that’s no problem, I’m sure we have a couple of rooms to spare. We were busy, but most of the customers were fishermen from the merchant ship, so they just went back to sleep there.”

“What a lucky man I am then.” Gator spoke softly.“It’ll be 5 silver pieces for the night. Your room is on the left upstairs, number 28.” Ruveus said as he was giving the key to the man.

“There you go, young man,” Thrax said, giving the silver pieces to the bull’s paws.

The silver pieces looked new, and they had a soft shine on them. Upon closer inspection, they were carrying an unknown branding on them. It made the young bull curious. “Not to be a bother, but would you mind if I ask what nation this coin belongs to, sir? I have been working in this tavern, and I haven’t seen this branding not even once.” The bull asked, not being able to contain his curiosity.

“Oh, I’m coming from veeery far away, kid.” The old man said while waving his paw in circles. “Beyond the ocean.”

“Oh wow! I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone beyond the ocean. When you said that you were a traveling merchant, I assumed that it was in Wildlands, not the whole land.” Bull sat down to old man’s table.

“Yeah. I like collecting beautiful, rare stuff from all over the land and selling them around while I keep some things to myself.” The old man said with a grin, trying to hide the actual meaning in his words. “I can show you some of my trinkets before I head to my room if you’re interested.”

“I don’t think I can buy anything right now, but I would like to see them if it’s no bother for you mister..?” Bull realizes he didn’t ask for the old man’s name.

“You can call me Thrax kid, and don’t worry, you don’t have to buy anything.” Said the old man and raised his paw to the air, casting a spell to summon a hefty backpack. That explains why he didn’t see a bag with him earlier, the bull thought to himself. Old gator put the bag on top of the table, untied the knots on the sides, and unfolded the bag like an envelope, showing off all kinds of stuff.

“There you go, let me know if you like anything.” The old man gestured towards the bag and leaned back.

“Bull was surprised by how many trinkets this old man managed to fit inside this bag. Even though the bag was big and possibly enchanted with some sort of magic that enables it to hold more items, it still managed to amaze the bull with the number of items that could be displayed in its pockets.

Ruveus slowly started to inspect catalog like bag laid out in front of him, turning the page like pockets that seemed to appear out of thin air. Thrax noticing young bull’s confusion mixed with amazement that he felt like he had to explain the magic behind it.

“You see, when I unfold the bag this way, the enchantment on it activates, and it creates a tiny portal that reaches to back in my tower. So what you actually see is a mechanism that resembles a mill, each layer containing different kinds of trinkets and enables to your liking as you flip…” He kept on explaining as Ruveus was half listening, mostly focused on the shiny stuff in front of him.

He was trying to see as many things as possible with the slight hope of maybe finding something he could afford. Everything was so interested but he could tell that he could not possibly afford anything he had seen so far. Thrax was still explaining.

“So basically everything you will see is something you might like or need. The enchantment is bringing tools that you desire or might use.” Thrax finished explaining as he noticed the young bull’s panicked paw movements, trying to flip another page. “Jackpot,” he said in his head.

What Ruveus saw made him gasp in shock and panic. In front of him, there was a bunch of sex toys laid out, from the largest dildos to butt plugs and fleshlights. The embarrassment caused him to turn bright red under his fur. He was desperately trying to get rid of what was lying in front of him, but he couldn’t manage to do so as the more he tried to not to think of them, the more brutally he failed to do so.

With acceptance of his shame, he tried to explain, stuttering in every single word. “Si-si Sir, I c-can explain. I’m so so sor-sorry.”

Seeing kid in panic caused the old gator to crack a laughter both from seeing the kid in such panic and from the fact that he now knows that the kid is in the palm of his paw. “Kid, it’s fiiiine! Relax!” He put his paw on the bull’s who were still not so subtly trying to get rid of the toy in front of him. “Do you think I can make good earnings just by selling shiny doodads? I sell everything, kiddo, and two things make the most money. Weapons and sex.”

The bull was hiding from the gator’s gaze, wishing he could shrink and escape, which only made him look funny and rather innocent. To break the silence,

Thrax leaned forward, and with a whisper, he said, “Let me tell you what, I will go and take a leak outside, and while I’m gone, you can look at whatever you want. In addition, to apologize for not explaining what may appear and to make you feel better, you can even take something for yourself. I won’t even notice what it is, and don’t worry about causing me any financial trouble with a single sex toy; I have plenty of them where they come from. Besides, I’m feeling generous, and I’m pretty sure a guy of your size must be having trouble finding a partner that can satisfy his needs.” He quickly got up and left from the main entrance not letting the embarrassed bull say a single word. Everything was working out as he hoped. Once the boy picks out one of the enchanted toys, the spell will take effect.

Ruveus was still frozen in place, unable to move and unable to look away. All kinds of toys were laid out in front of him, most of which he was seeing for the first time. He always knew what a dildo or a fleshlight and the stuff in front of him were way more than just those two. His curiosity was winning a war over his embarrassment; his brain was in search of an excuse.

“He said that I can even take something for myself after all.” He thought to himself. It wouldn’t hurt if he indulged himself on some.. “Something?” His train of thought stopped in the middle of it. Ruveus might have been a bull in his late twenties, but he was still inexperienced in sex. The only time he had sex was when he got seduced by a bard that was playing in the tavern that day, and Ruveus wasn’t remembering his experience with her as an enjoyable one.

He never had time to try with a male, or even with anyone else at all. He was always busy, always working. Maybe he should treat himself to something, but what? He wasn’t sure if he would enjoy a dildo; he wasn’t even sure he liked men. Sure, he sometimes let his gaze escape to workers on the dock or when some adventurer party’s barbarian gets too drunk and starts showing off, but everyone was doing that, or so he was believed.

His gaze initially wandered to a fleshlight but did he really want to spend his one free sex toy ticket on something that his own paws replicate? Sure, it must have been better than a paw, but he wasn’t aware that he could get a chance like this. He flipped the page, and more dildos laid out in front of him. The moment he looked at all the dildos and wondered why even he was seeing all of them, old gator’s voice rumbled in his head. “So basically everything you will see is something you might like or need. The enchantment is bringing tools that you desire or might use.” Could he be desiring a toy like this?..

The sound of the bell coming from the door caused him to jump; he must have spent too much time thinking about what to get. He didn’t want Gator to see what he was looking at, so, not having much time, he acted quick and just got whatever he put his paw on first and put the thing in his apron’s pocket. Just as he did so, a voice came from behind.

“So, did you choose your gift?” Said Thrax with a grin on his face, causing the young bull to blush once more.

Ruveus simply nodded and looked down, avoiding the gaze of Thrax. The loud thud of the bag closing and the sound of ropes getting tied caused Ruveus to look up as he saw Thrax casting another spell to pack up the bag and make it disappear once more with his magic.

“Alright, kiddo, I don’t intend to cause you more fluster. I didn’t know what you got from my bag, and I never will.” Thrax winked towards Ruveus. “Now, where did you say my room was?” He asked.

After picking himself up and shaking the embarrassment off, Ruveus showed Thrax his room, and after finishing couple more things in the tavern, he locked the door and went back to his own place. Since he couldn’t afford to buy a house yet, the innkeeper allowed him to stay and make himself a little space in one of the little warehouses that belonged to a tavern. It was easy for the bull because his distance to work was short, so he was able to rush to the tavern if need be, whether it was for emergencies or just to clock in early, and he was probably paying a very small amount for that place compared to what he would pay for an actual house.

He got inside, his legs aching from a very busy and tiring day; his mind was stuck on what he was keeping in his apron, however. He couldn’t even have had the chance to take a proper look at what he picked in that moment. He sat on his bed, still feeling too nervous to take out the toy. There was a small chance that he would pick something he wouldn’t like. What would happen then? He can’t possibly just go back to the gator and ask for another one! He was already embarrassed enough when he got offered to take one. During his thought process, he realized that his paw was already in the pocket of his apron.

His curiosity won the war over his anxiety, and he pulled it out from his pocket. Just like he was worried about, it was indeed a dildo, yet he still gave it a closer look. He was holding something big compared to average he thought, definitely not a dildo of a smaller species. Then the shine on it caught his attention, making him realize the rigid texture on it, making him think that it was supposed to be some sort of scaly/lizard dick. It looked pretty. With the help of the shine coming from his candle near his bed, it reflected a faint glow now and then, urging the bull to get even closer to it.

He brought it very close to his face; his sense of smell wasn’t the best around, but he could swear he smelled something salty and musky. This can’t be right, he thought, but then remembered that these weren’t just toys, they were all enchanted as he noticed the small sigils at the base of the toy, which caused him to think that the smell coming off of the cock he’s holding in his paws is normal. Another soft glow was reflected from the toy. “Heh, pretty.” Ruveus thought. His anxiety slowly drained away from him as he got used to holding and seeing it. The way it looked was oddly familiar, the uncut, girth cock that has a rigid, plated base that gets softer towards the tip of it with a dark green coloration, leaving itself to a pinkish color, most apparent on the tip. It was reminding him of someone, but Ruveus was confused as he had never seen a cock of another reptilian male before. Another glow from the runes around. “Pretty. Really pretty.” Ruveus thought.

After a minute or two of inspecting the cock in his paws he realized that his one paw was on his crotch, idly rubbing it through his pants. He was getting hard. The inner shame from being aroused by holding a cock slowly fades away as the smell of it hits his nostrils one more time. “What if?” He allowed his lustful thoughts that slowly built up over time while he was holding the cock in his paws to take over and slowly bring it to his nose, and he took a deep whiff. That was when a soft moan escaped from his lungs.

After that, whiff after whiff slowly took over his thought process. Was he into this before? It didn’t matter anymore as he was enjoying the smell of it. The more he smelled, the braver he got. Sniffing left its place to kisses on the tip, he could have sworn when he did it throbbed in his paw, but “I am probably imagining it.” He thought. The kisses got taken over by small licks turned into long ones from base to the shaft. As he was enjoying himself a bit too much from licking the scaly cock he noticed a wetness on his nose. He shook off the lust for a split second to check what the wetness was until another glow came from the enchantment on the toy. He got to sucking right after.

His mind was filled with a bunch of fantasies surfacing all of a sudden out of nowhere. Giving his previous, reasonless glances towards the adventurers and workers proper explanations. It was making more sense now. That he would desire a stronger man’s cock in his mouth. That’s probably what he was looking at those men before. That’s probably why he was helping the fishermen as well. Seeing the sweat glistening on their hardworking bodies. Desiring a taste, hoping to service their hunky bodies.

At this moment, nothing else mattered anymore; it was only him and the cock he was deepthroating. There were moments of questioning, such as why was he able to deepthroat this huge cock with no reflex, or even why was he doing it in the first place? Each time a question appeared in his head, a glow from the runes on the dick took it away. Why was he able to taste the precut oozing from the cock? Why was such a thing possible? Another glow, and he kept going. That’s what he did all night, for a couple of hours. At some point, he was sure that the toy spurted cum, but the moment he questioned it, another glow caused him to swallow and enjoy the taste. Each glow was taking effect faster than the one before, until it came to a point where Ruveus stopped questioning anything.

As he continued sucking it, he grew more needy. Sucking started to feel less and less satisfying, regardless of how much he was enjoying it. It wasn’t the act of sucking that got boring for him, but the need for something more stimulating growing deep inside, causing him to seek something else.

While he was still rubbing himself through his pants, now wet from multiple orgasms that had already happened until now, he realized an itch-like feeling around his hole, growing needy, beckoning the bull to act. First, he lay over the bed properly and moved his paws over his ass. With the urge to grope it, he moved his paws on his cheeks and squeezed it, causing him to moan again. His urges, or so he thought, are now in complete control. He slid down his pants from his legs, dropping them near the ground. Groping it once more through his underwear, letting yet another moan escape living him huffing and panting.

Still not getting the stimulation he expected from it, he dropped his underwear, too. As he was doing that, however, he didn’t stop himself from instinctively getting a long whiff from his own underwear. He had never done that before, but now, with the understanding of what real men smell like, he wanted to see how his smell was. It was surely strong, but definitely not as strong as the smell coming from the cock he was holding in his other paw. Now that he had removed all his clothing, his one paw was at the entrance of his hole while the other one was still holding the cock, forcing it down his own throat up and down. His index finger, which was drawing circles around his hole, slowly pushed itself inside, claiming another orgasm from the bull the second he did so with a loud moan, which was probably audible from a considerable distance.

Continuing few more minutes like this, adjusting himself to the feeling and increasing pleasure, Ruveus now was two fingers in, feeling more full, leading him to push the third one in. In that euphoric state, his limbs moving on their own, he let his paw that was holding the cock slowly be guided towards his asshole.

As if a switch had been flipped in his head, the moment the throbbing cock in his paw got in contact with the puckering hole, he went crazy with lust and pushed the whole girth and length inside his hole, claiming yet another orgasm from virile Ruveus. Having lost count of how many orgasm have happened so far, each of them causing him to let go more and more, the young bull started fucking himself relentlessly.

Hours have passed, Ruveus, being under the effect of the spell, came pawsfree all night, causing him to miss sleep, moaning some distant name each time that he failed to remember. He was only now realizing how late, or rather early, it was upon hearing the chirping birds and sunlight sneaking into his room from the blinds of his only window. Being exhausted as he is, his sense of responsibility overcame his lust as he must help the fishermen one last time before they leave, so that he can get paid.

From the moment he left his place till he got to the dock, there was this feeling of emptiness that was eating Ruveus alive, which he couldn’t fully place as to why. Still, he got work to do, and worked he did. Carrying all those crates back to the ship, with all those hunky men, sweating together. As he caught himself looking at the sweaty hunky men around him more, he carried fewer crates. Now and then, when he was receiving a crate from some other dude, he tried to catch a whiff of their smell, trying to be as subtle as possible, but possibly failed to be so a couple times, unknown to the young bull.

“Hey, kiddo! Thanks for the hard work. Why don’t you join us for a drink or two before you leave?” The boar worker called out to Ruveus.

He had a gray tank top, possibly white before all that sweat changed its color to gray, with matching gray shorts, leaving very little to the imagination now that he noticed. His chubby frame was making his underbelly peek out below, and his pink skin was making the beads of sweat very apparent, making the bull lick his lips and gulp unintentionally.

“You have been helping us a lot, let us pay you back.” He finished the sentence with a wide grin on his face that went unnoticed by Ruveus.

After being at it for a couple of hours, tired, distracted, and covered in sweat, instead of resting in his usual shaded part near a street food stand, he decided to join the fishermen on deck upon being called. As he got closer his nostrils got hit by an incredibly potent salty smell that made the bull twitch under his shorts. “A real men smell.” He thought.

The men sitting around a circle of barrels were whispering to each other, but they stopped after they noticed the approaching bull. Ruveus could feel their gaze on him as he got closer to them. “H- hi.” He managed to say, shyly raising his one paw in the air, waving it slightly.

“Name is Troy, but everyone calls me Grunt, so can you?” He shook the hand of the bull, then pulled him closer to put his arm around the already dazed bull’s shoulder, letting him drown in that musk so close to the source, making his legs shake a bit. Grunt kept talking, but Ruveus was failing so hard on listening.

“You there, kiddo?” Grunt said with a snort, which got a reply from one of the other fishermen who was a bear with a similar attire to Grunt’s.

“His mind is elsewhere, Grunt. You’re making the kid blush.” Pointing out the growing boner in the bull’s pants and getting a nasty laugh from every fisherman.

Ruveus was feeling his face burn as if it was on fire, trying to speak out words but failing to do so. “I-it’s n-n-no-not..”

“Oh, quit your yapping, Trev!” The boar snorted to the bear, who, in response, only raised his hands with a dismissive manner.

“Look, kid,” Grunt said, getting in front of the bull and the other fishermen. “I feel like these men would eat you alive if you stay here, and I believe you've got some work to do in the tavern. I’m pretty sure I saw you there last night. We were normally supposed to leave today, but our boss told us that he has one more thing to acquire from the town, so he gave us a day off. We will be at the tavern, and by then, I will tell my men to behave.” He patted the young bull’s back.

“Now leave before Trev gets his hands on you,” Grunt said with a wide smirk.

Ruveus wanted to stay, oh, he wanted to stay so badly, but his sense of responsibility caused him to take a step back, and he nodded towards the boar. As he was about to head back, he heard the same rough, raspy voice calling him.

“Hey, kid, here!” Making the bull turn towards the bear, possibly named Trevor and the moment he turned, he felt something wet hit his face.

As he was trying to figure out what it was, he could hear all the fishermen laugh and whistle at each other. He pulled the wet piece of cloth from his face, obviously soaking wet from all the hard work. Ruveus looked at the now naked bear without his tank top, fully red and blushing. Without being able to say anything, he turned back and started walking very fast towards the tavern.

“Think about me until I come and visit you tonight, you cute stuff!” Bear shouted as the bull walked in shame, clutching the soaked tank top in his paws and a fully erect cock in his shorts that was impossible to hide.

Being able to smell the sweat coming from the tank top and the feeling of emptiness making itself felt one more time on his way to work, the bull felt lost in lust. He felt like he could die if he couldn’t find a solution to all this.

“Maybe that old gator would know what to do.” He thought to himself. “After all, he has seen many places and must have known how to fight against whatever this is.” Oh, how mistaken he was…

To be continued…