The Red Baron | Chapter 2
RED BARON
CHAPTER 2
From the top of the small arena, the fight was interesting: the famous dragon Kalmarn Rubeus, of Draconian lineage, faced his powerful and fearsome opponent, the bull Lugdar, one of the strongest and most powerful wrestlers in the world, as well as loyal servant of the Corruptors.
The adversary before the dragon was a behemoth: a mountain of muscles almost three meters tall, an anthropomorphic bull with a short black fur and horns, wide and menacing horns, arms and legs so sturdy as to look like trunks and a terrifying and enraged look. Naked and visibly excited by the clash, his microscopic virility contradicted the physical power of that giant: a pair of small testicles like little marbles dangled from a wide penis and thick like a finger, which continued to cum continuously copiously, throwing hot and thick liquid everywhere.
By assessing the glances he threw around him, Kalmarn clearly did not remember how he had ended up there and confused and dazed he tried to strain his memory and understand where it was. The dragon was naked and unarmed, the red-scaled natural armor was totally uncovered, his body trained by many wars in plain sight, the magic blocked by spells and magical machines, locked up in a small, stuffy arena with a big and angry bovine.
Kalmarn tried to open his mouth, but the bull charged him, screaming like a madman, the big, solid arms reaching out to grab the dragon. With one single movement, the reptile moved away and struck a powerful blow to the kidneys of the bovine, that only reacted with a grunt. The bull started to attack his adversary and forced the dragon to jump back. Kalmarn's wings widened, but the space in the room was too narrow to allow them to be exploited, and he was forced to lock them up and wrap them around his body.
The dragon dodged the next tackle and wrapped the opponent's ankle with the tail, pulling with all the strength available and forcing the cattle to the ground. Quickly, Kalmarn struck the bull again with two powerful kicks to the kidneys and inflicted a solid punch at the base of the neck, even if he avoided concentrating too much power.
The bull raged, turned and with incredible speed grabbed the dragon and crushed it. Kalmarn tried to bite his opponent, but unsuccessfully, and he ended only sinking his nose against the man's thick, hairy chest, involuntarily inhaling the smell of sweat.
Thanks to telepathy, the dragon's mind was not a mystery and I immediately sensed his vertigo, while his senses ignited and suddenly discovered a family excitement: the desire to fight.
Appealing to all his strength, Kalmarn freed himself by spreading his arms out of the grip of the cow, kicking him vigorously to the testicles. The bull moaned, but not in pain, but in pleasure, while a torrent of semen was pouring everywhere, bathing the vermilion scales of the dragon.
Amazed by the unpredictable reaction, Kalmarn did not wait for a moment and kicked the bull again into the gonads, causing the second discharge of seed and allowing it to move behind the cow. Wrapping his arms around his opponent's neck, the dragon locked him in a suffocating grip. The bull, recovering from the double orgasm, howled hysterically and threw himself against the wall in front of him.
Just before he turned his back and crushed him against the wall, Kalmarn released his grip and moved away from his enemy.Again facing each other, the two warriors faced each other, staring in each other eyes, their body vibrates because of the tense and nervous muscles.
I fix myself on the chair, willing to enjoy every moment of that fight. Below me, the groan of my horse slave annoyed me and hitting his testicles were the right punishment: the gonads of the horse, swollen and giants like basketballs, were suddenly reduced, enough to clearly notice the difference. Without a word, the horse pushed his tongue back into my anus and licked my sphincter with frantic ardor, earning his forgiveness.
The other bystanders watched the scene interested, each with his obedient following engaged to give pleasure to their masters.
When I had called Kalmarn to my manor, he had come in a few moments, very happy to meet his old tent partner, Noran...
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The fight continued for some time. My opponent did not seem to give in, but I was still ahead, as I had never suffered a hit. My enemy snorted from fatigue, while for me the fight had been long, but not tiring and I felt my body still full of energy.
The difference between a man and a faggot ... I thought.
I felt a strange vertigo, the smell of sweat and fatigue of the bull invaded my nostrils, giving me a familiar frenzy throughout my body, which trembled from the desire to fight and challenge the strength of the gigantic bull. Attempts to stay focused were not bearing fruit, as all my thoughts were directed to show my strength to the cow and force it into submission.
I was sure the bull would understand soon that I was superior and would give up without making a fuss.
We again exchanged blows, but I dodged with agility, counterattacking with increasing nervousness and causing hysterical responses to my opponent.
I have to get under him, I have to attack him. I have to win!
Seized by unknown energy, I attacked the bull from the front, finding it suddenly less strong and less gigantic than a few moments before. Our naked bodies clashed together, my scales rubbing against his fur, my hands grasped his wrists and forced his arms to stay up. The manly smell coming from his armpits caused me a nervous response and with a powerful kick, I hit him again at the testicles. A pathetic splash of seed stained my knee, while with a bellow the bull collapsed to the ground.
Now you're mine, bitch!
I took the horns in my arms, forced him to the ground so he kneeled in front of me, the rear turned up as it should be for a weak beta.
"On the ground, bitch!" I yelled, but he tried a weak resistance, quickly bent by my foot on the head that forced him to put his nose on the floor. "Your place is on your knees, cow."
The bull grunted, its resistance now completely vanished. Finally victorious, but not at all tired, I observed my defeated opponent, studying his defined and powerful musculature, while my eye glided towards his back. I took him behind him, so I could see the firm buttocks, the ridiculous tiny cock dangling between his big and powerful legs, until my gaze rested on his anus, tight and inviting like a wet cunt.
Perhaps I ought to make this bitch understand who the male of the two is... I thought, as a shock of excitement invaded my gonads and the blood was pumping to the increasing rhythm of my heart and my soft manhood began to swell.
For a moment, the idea of fucking that bull's ass and forcing him to the total and absolute submission, while my meat pole was breaking through his tight and warm hole seemed the best idea of all time. The raw and powerful scent of his anus attracted me so strongly that a trickle of drool flowed down my mouth.
Only when the point of my penis appeared before my eyes and I admired its exaggerated dimensions, I was distracted by these unseemly thoughts.
Amazed, my eyes widened when I saw the enormous erection between my legs, a dick of almost half a meter and exaggerated width stood out as hard as the marble in front of me, a red and threatening spear, the glans dark and swollen palpitating as if alive and overflowing a seed so thick and creamy that when a few drops dripped onto the floor, they left a long milky trail. I touched, with disbelief, that monstrosity, discovering that even the testicles had changed: between my legs dangled two large melons, two huge and ridiculous balls, so heavy to reach almost my knees.
As if waking up from a nightmare, I realized how much my body had changed: the arms had become too big and muscular, long enough to overcome the pelvis, while my own posture was affected by the transformation, so that to move I had to pose on the ground the fists like a monkey. Where before there was a trained physique, now there was a mountain of muscles covered with red scales, from which tufts of thick black hair sprouted. I found myself with a hairy chest, hairy armpits and a pubis so full of fur to cover also part of the abdominals. The serpentine grace of the dragon was almost completely vanished, replaced by the savage and disordered attitude of a brute.
I had become a monstrous gorilla with the features of a dragon!
It was clear that Corruption had touched me and that the whole room oozed out of its pernicious influence. Although the arena clearly showed a glass ceiling, it was the first time I noticed it, just as I had for the first time discovered the spectators watching me.
There were only five of them, all figures revealing their advanced corruption. Their evil presence was overwhelming and as I had not noticed so much evil was unfortunately clear to me: the corruption had completely deprived me of reasoning, so as to make me concentrate solely on proving my physical superiority!
I had to think about how to get out of that place before the corruption creeps into me definitively.
I heard a tired moan that forced me to turn around, so I could see the bull slowly rising up again.
"Listen to me! We must find a way to escape!" I said, hoping the cow was still able to understand what I was saying.
He only answered with a nervous bellow and seemed ready to fight again.
"Very well, Kalmarn." The familiar voice of my friend Noran worried me, but gave me the last piece to complete my memories. "You resisted Corruption as it suits a real dragon!"
"Noran! How can you do something like this!?" I protested in disbelief, but my opponent's scream distracted me.
The bull fell to the ground, hands trying to grasp the microscopic penis that dripped pliantly like a fountain, emanating a powerful and virile scent that made my concentration waver, evoking again in me the desire to subdue my opponent with the gigantic cock I had between my legs.
The thick, stubby fingers could not catch the tiny member, who with a last powerful spurt, vanished definitively, becoming a small, shy clit, while his already ridiculous testicles faded and in their place appeared a fragrant vagina. Although he was muscular and big as a mountain, my opponent was no longer a man, but clearly a woman, intent on studying the new crack, already dripping, between her strong thighs.
"Look, my friend. This is the punishment for the weak: once it was a feared and powerful male, with overwhelming virility... now it is a cow ready to accept her role in society: a hole to be filled without regret."
The ex-bull grunted faintly, saddened and at the same time excited and confused so that without shame he began to rub his clitoris.
"Noran, please. This is not you, Corruption is changing you!" I screamed again, hoping for what I already knew was only a miracle.
"Kalmarn... you have passed your first trial. Many more are waiting for you, which I am sure you will surpass. If you had let go, now you'd be fucking your first conquest with great gusto, but you'd definitely be far less capable from an intellectual point of view ... "
A vision enveloped me, so powerful that for a moment, I was sure, it was absolutely real.
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The whore must understand. She is mine, because she is weak.
The bull was in doggy style, his tight and inviting asshole just waiting to be destroyed by my giant big cock. Without waiting any longer, I impaled the cow, which, with a long bellow, said goodbye to its pathetic virility, while I took what remained of his manhood. I felt that while I fucked the bitch without mercy, my body grew, my muscles became even stronger, while my mind was increasingly blurred by the libido.
I knew what was happening, an instinct implanted by Corruption spurred me: I was stealing his strength, his virility, his power and I did it mine. I was absorbing the manliness to leave behind only a woman to subdue.
The magic, once my main ally, became a distant echo, while all its power flowed into the muscles, which grew visibly, making me even more massive and mammoth.
Something is wrong... that's not how it should be.
I tried in vain to concentrate, but my own smell distracted me. The stench from my armpits was so powerful it gave me vertigo, but as soon as I took a deep breath of that fragrance, I understood everything.
Of course not! A real male is hairy, exudes power!
Where before there was a pack of thin and silky red scales, dark and fat hairs appeared, while sweat flooded my perfect humanoid body. I looked at my arms, I felt my muscles sculpted, I flex them, while I continued to fuck the whore. This is how a real man should be! Muscles and whores!
Fuck... the stink! No bitch can resist me!
The bull became thinner, his body became soft and weak, while the pectorals were replaced by large tits and his ass became as soft as that of a woman.
Magic? What for if you have muscles!
Slowly, the memory faded as the memento of my family faded and the love for brothers and sisters turned into libido.
Fucking my sisters, forcing them to see how much I am... better. The better? Like I was betterest! Yeah, that's correct for sure. And then, brothers, to make them like sisters. And then all fucked. Yes, all of them.
Years of training and academy only became murky instants, while what remained of my intelligence flowed into my testicles, becoming a warm white mass of seed ready to invade my conquest.
All sluts. My sluts. I fuck all of them. All.
With a roar and a last thrust, I impaled the neo-cow that screamed her orgasm to the spectators, while a massive spurt of powerful seed erased what remained of Kalmarn and in his place remained a mammoth and monstrous being.
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The vision vanished, confirming that it was only a fiction, but that my body had registered as real: the floor was flooded with my seed, splashed by my furious erection that despite everything, still required attention.
A door swung open to my left, showing a long, bare corridor.
"Do not fear Kalmarn. I'm sure you'll soon understand not only, but you'll join us. Corruption is a powerful tool and we are its artists... together we will draw a wonderful world!"