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Power At A Price

By CimmaronSpirit

Commission for Choleric

WARNING: This story contains: muscle growth, cock growth, muscle shrinking, cock shrinking, corruption, cum inflation, hyper, magic, mind alteration, addiction, size difference, and a fantasy world gone mad! If you aren't 18, or think any of that stuff is icky and not good, then you might as well go somewhere else. Otherwise, enjoy!

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The rain came down in torrents, turning the dirt roads to mud that became increasingly difficult to walk through, and impossible to see much further than a few arms lengths in front of a traveller caught unawares in such a downpour. It didn't help the Sir Caballus that his left leg was wounded, his fine metal armor dented and damaged and holed, making the walk through the storm even worse for the large, well built stallion.

"Curse that barbarian!" Caballus snorted, wincing as the hoof on his bad knee got stuck in rather deep puddle. "We had agreed that there would be no other participants in our duel. But trust an evil outsider to keep up an honorable bargain? I should have known better!"

The cursing stallion kept limping down the road. He was a great knight! He had done much to vanquish the foes of his lord and master and keep the peace of this land for many years. This barbarian tribe that had breached the borders was just another simple quest, but this time it went very, very wrong.

Caballus, in his rage of being injured and defeated, lost track of where he was going. Had he not been angry, he most likely would have become lost anyway as the forest path disappeared in a sea of muck. It was only after he had been walking in the forest much longer than he should have to reach the village he had set out from earlier that day that he began to look around, confused.

"Curses to this foul weather," the stallion grumbled, but still trudging forward. "The village must be close."

As soon as he spoke those words, he could see a faint light just ahead of him. Caballus took a deep breath, and continuing going forward.

But as he got closer, he realized that it was just a lone cottage, much like any that a small family would have in town or on a farmstead nearby.

"Must have missed this cottage earlier," Caballus said to himself. "I'll go ask the owner where the village is."

So the wounded equine knight got up to the door, and banged on it.

There was a small crash and clatter of metal and pottery from inside. "Damnit... coming! Coming!" a voice called from inside.

Then the door swung open, to reveal a rather tiny white rat, only about half as tall as Caballus, who was a rather impressive eight feet tall already. Excepting the pink ears and hands, only a small black splotch that covered his right eye compared to the white fur, and long black hair that was allowed to go wherever it wanted without trimming or containing. He wore a long, blue and green tunic that hung down below his knees, and a pair of golden glasses perched on his nose.

"Ah, a visitor! Come in, come in!" the rat said, opening the door wider for Caballus. "Come in, take off your armor. You look like you've been Hell and back, climbing uphill both ways."

"I-uh... thank you," Caballus said, rather surprised and off guard from the very friendly rat. He ducked down low to get past the door, and stood up, his head nearly bumping against the roof.

"Come, come! Take off your armor. You are with a friend here, good knight," the rat said. "I will go fetch a drink, and prepare a bath for you. You look like you need it.

What a strange fellow, Caballus thought, but the equine began to take off his armor anyway. He started with undoing the scabbard that held this sword, laying the large, beautifully forged, but now nicked, bent and damaged steel weapon on a table. The damaged helmet was next, revealing that he was also of mostly white fur, with a blonde-white mane that had been trimmed short to fit into his armor. He proceeded to remove his cuirass, the rerebrace on the upper arm and the vambrace on the lower, and his gauntlets. Caballus sighed as he looked at the formerly shiny and polished metal. It would take a lot of gold and time to repair it all to their former glory.

The cuisse and grieves on his right leg were removed easily, but it took more care and delicacy, and much gritting of teeth, to ensure his left leg didn't shatter once he removed the plate armor protecting it. But soon enough they were removed, as well as the underlying chain mail, the white knight was standing in a soaked tunic, coloured yellow and red and white for his lord's colour.

The rat came back, with a large steaming mug. "Here, drink this." the rat then looked down to see the horse was favoring his left leg. "I see you have hurt yourself. I can help you with that, if you so desire."

"You are very kind, my good man," Caballus said, taking the drink and downing it all in one gulp. The tea was very refreshing indeed. "But I'd rather wait to see a physician in the village. Where is the village from here?"

"Village? Oh, hmm," the rat said, thinking. "It would be a good half day's walk from here. You must be well off course. But I know a few things about medicine, don't you worry. And I'll do it for no cost at you."

Caballus was now very surprised. It was very rare to find anyone that would work pro bono in this land. "If it poses no trouble."

"None at all, of course," the rat said, going down a hall, and then returning a moment later with a small glass bottle, with a red liquid inside. "Let me see your leg."

The knight pulled up the leggings to reveal his knee.

"Oh, there is a very large bruise here," the rat said, looking over the horse, before gently, very carefully feeling at the sore spot. Despite the gentle touch, the horse snorted and had to will himself to stand still. "But nothing is broken. This ointment will help with the pain and mend you up as well."

The rat poured a liberal amount onto the horse's knee, before gently rubbing it in. A calm, gentle warm feeling spread up, replacing the pain and making the stallion knicker.

"There, much better," the rat said. "I have a bath prepared in the next room, so you should go there, wash the dirt from your fur, and relax.

"You are very kind," Caballus said, before walking, and crouching, through the hallway. His initial surprise having worn off, Caballus felt quite at home here. This rat was a very friendly sort.

Caballus turned into the bathroom, and noticed that there was a very large tub, easily big enough for Caballus and three of his fellow knights to sit in. The water was warm and steamed the glass on the windows, and the knight proceeded to remove his dirty tunic and pants, and now nude, slip into the water.

With a sigh, Caballus leaned on the edge, and began to soak in the tub, closing his eyes and enjoying the warm water, before slipping right under the water, allowing the warmth to soak in and cleanse him of dirt and pain. After a long moment, he finally sat up, his head breaking from the water, and he returned to the edge of the pool.

"How are you feeling now, Sir Caballus?" the rat asked, having come into the room after a period of time.

The horse was startled, but quickly calmed down. "Very well, thank you," the horse said, but then he sat up. "How did you know my name?"

"I have heard many tales of your deeds, even out here in the forest," the rat said, pulling up a chair. "Tell me, Sir Caballus, why are you out in this weather, and in such a weary state?"

Caballus grunted, his eyes furrowed, his happy, comfortable feelings gone. "Some dangerous barbarians had pierced the borders, and had begun to raid, pillage, and attack the innocent civilians of the nearby villages, taking many peasants as slaves. My Lord sent me out to find their camp, free the peasants, kill their leader, and drive the rest away."

"Oh goodness," the rat said, quiet nervous.

"Yes. There was only about fifteen of them in the camp, a rather small number for outsiders who have caused much destruction and chaos. So I made my way into the camp, located the peasants, and was preparing to free them when a guard found me.

"I managed to beat off this guards attacks, but it was a tough battle. The boar seemed unusually strong, able to parry my attacks and got in several strikes at me. But eventually I cut him with my sword, and he pulled back and sounded an alarm.

"By that time, all the barbarians were around me. The barbarian chief, a massive bull who was even taller than I, and with great strength in his arms and shoulders, challenged me to single combat. If I won, he would free the prisoners and leave. That was a chance I was willing to take."

"What happened next?" the rat asked, quite curious. "The tales of Sir Caballus the Brave always have him coming out on top."

"Well, not this time. The barbarian leader had a great warhammer that out ranged my own sword, and he had an awesome power that I could only dream of. I managed to avoid several swings, but I was distracted when one of the barbarians jeered at me, threw a javelin that landed near my hooves. I was so distracted by this breach in the code of single combat, that I was then struck by the warhammer. I was sent flying through the air, crashing into a tent full of captured weapons and gold which hurt even more.

"I was glad to find that the great hammer that struck me hadn't broken any bones or caused much damage. But my knee was in a lot of pain, and my whole body ached, and they began to charge me, so I had no choice but to escape with my life intact, but my dignity broken. I was hoping to get to the village to get in contact with my Lord, and get some assistance."

"Oh, how terrible!" The rat exclaimed. "These barbarians sound incredibly dangerous."

"They are... it may require a small army to smash them," Caballus was quite downtrodden. "Never in many years of service to my Lord have I failed him. And, quite frankly, I'm quite ashamed that some rabble rousing, dirty, unscrupulous and dishonourable barbarians defeated me."

The rat sat for a minute, before hmming to himself. "Well, I may be able to help."

"What do you mean? As generous as you are, I highly doubt that you would be able to stand up to these brutes, even if I was fully healed."

The rat laughed. "Oh no. I mean to help you personally."

Caballus was now confused. "What do you mean?"

"I do have skills, not in combat, but in the use of potions and spells. And I'm sure there is something I could use to help you grow stronger and more powerful, able to withstand the barbarians and defeat them."

Now the horse recoiled, then grew angry. "Magic! You think of tempting me with that unholy power?"

The rat raised his hands. "Sir Caballus, you know very well that magic is used by all. Why not a great hero like yourself?"

"Magic is fine for elixirs to cure injuries, as I understand now that you have done. But my oath, to my order, my lord, my teachers and the world, is that I shall never use magic for such frivolous activities."

"Frivolous? Good knight, I'd think gaining more power and strength is not at all frivolous," the mage rat said.

"It is indeed frivolous!" Caballus exclaimed, standing up in the tub, making water slosh out and over the rat's feet. "I do not seek power and strength for myself to flaunt and use to bully and intimidate the poor and downtrodden. I only use it to serve. To serve my Lord and the citizens of his land. Therefore, the power and strength I have to serve My Lord and his people should, must, be the strength that I gain naturally from hard work and perseverance. Shortcuts like magic is a way to be corrupted and fail to serve, as I've sworn to do. That would be much worse than any defeat I suffer."

"I do apologize, Sir Knight," the rat said, bowing low in his chair. "And, if I must say... your hard work and perseverance has quite shown on you."

The knight looked down, to see that he was showing off his junk to his guest, and a half hard horse cock was already spilling out of his sheath.

Caballus quickly sat down, causing another wave of warm water to splash over the edges. "I apologize. I didn't mean to do that."

"No worries!" the rat said, with a large smile. "I do quite appreciate the male form, in all its power and glory.

"But I shall leave you to finish bathing," the rat said, standing up to go to the other room. "Though, I do promise you, Sir Caballus, that if you do wish to enhance your strength, even by a small, unnoticeable amount, enough to even take care of the barbarians who have vexed you, so you do not have to call upon help to assist you, I can oblige."

With that the rat left the room, leaving the equine knight alone with his thoughts.

"No... no, I cannot do that," Caballus said. "I can't go against my oath!"

He sat in the water for a bit longer, then took a deep breath and splashed his head under the water, allowing the warmness to seep into his muzzle and neck again.

But admitting to his lord that he wasn't strong enough to fight these barbarians... that would be embarrassing. Admitting that he had been defeated by some dirty, uncultured bandits would make his Lord look unfavorably on him in the future, and his fellow knights would laugh and joke that Sir Caballus, the strongest, bravest and most loyal of knights, couldn't drive away some savages.

Caballus broke the surface of the water again, and after a few more moments, climbed out of the tub, shaking as much water from his hide as he could. Several towels were nearby, brought in by the mage earlier, and he dried off his body. The pain in his knee from earlier was long since gone, and many other aches and pains he had over the previous years were noticeably absent.

The stallion kept going back and forth in his mind. What would be worse: breaking his oath when no one but himself and a lonely mage would know, or admitting that he was unable to complete his mission and would require assistance?

If he could get a boost from the mage, go back and defeat the barbarians, and then return home, no one would be the wiser: to them, the oath was intact, he had accomplished his mission, and maybe he had become a bit stronger in doing so.

There was little harm in that, right?

Caballus finished drying himself off, his decision made. It was then that he realized that there was no tunic for him to wear, or even pants. The rat must have taken his dirty clothes to wash.

With a harumph, the stallion walked out of the bathroom.

"Mage, you wouldn't to happen to have a tunic for me?" he called out.

"No, I apologize," the rat called from the other room. "It's not too often that I have people larger than me here, much less requiring clothes. Your regular clothes will be washed in a couple hours though. I have food for you on the table, so go ahead and eat!"

The horse rolled his eyes. The rat already said he admired the male body... so what was the harm of a few hours in the nude? Not like he didn't sleep without nothing on every night anyway.

The stallion ducked out of the bathroom, and to the dining area. Indeed, bread, meat, potatoes, soup, beer and much else had been laid out for him to eat. So with little fanfare and a hungry stomach to fill, he dug in.

After he finished his meal with a satisfied sigh and burp, the rat returned. "Well, you sure know how to pack some food away," he said.

"It was very good, thank you. And, Mage... I apologize for earlier," Caballus said.

"Oh? What for?"

"For declining your offer so rudely."

"No worries," the rat said with a smile. "If that is the way you feel..."

"Actually," Caballus interrupted. "Would... would you mind if I got a little bit of a boost? Enough perhaps to defeat those barbarians without much notice?"

The rat gave a big grin. "Of course, good knight. Come with me," he said, turning to another room.

This room was full of bookshelves, lined with tomes on magic, potions, spells, ingredients and much else. A large cauldron boiled in a corner, and glass jars, some full, some empty, filled a large table. The mage went to the shelf, and began to look over the jars.

"Hmmm... let's see... night vision, invisibility, intelligence, charisma, endurance... strength? Oh yes, this will do," he said, grabbing a large bottle of a glowing blue fluid, and turning around. "Only a little bit, you said?"

"Yes. Just enough to give me a bit more strength, I think."

"Of course," the mage said, before grabbing a small bowl, and pouring in a small amount of the blue liquid into it. "Here you go. Drink this."

The horse took the bowl, and swished it around. It looked much like water, if a bit thicker and a strange, light blue glow.

This was his last chance. Uphold the oath, ask for assistance... and become a laughingstock.

But he made his mind up. One small oath breaking never hurt anyone.

Caballus took the bowl, and tipped it into his mouth.

It was a very strong taste, nearly enough to knock him over. It wasn't a bad taste, but it felt very potent, like wine that hadn't been diluted.

But he could feel his body begin to tingle, his temperature increase internally as his blood began to race through him. He involuntarily flexed his biceps and his calves, and he felt an amazing power race through him. His eighteen inch cock, already a pretty impressive size amongst horses, now stood fully upright, the tip nearly flaring out.

"Oooh, wow," the stallion moaned softly as he flexed his muscles. "That's good!"

"I'm sure that would be enough to defeat those barbarians easily," the rat said with a smile.

Caballus thought for a moment. "Well, maybe."

"Maybe?"

"That chief was incredibly strong... maybe I need another bit of that potion. You know, to be on the safe side."

"Well, sure, of course," the mage said, before filling the bowl up again, maybe with a bit more than before, and giving it to the horse.

Caballus quickly drank it down, a dribble of the fluid running from his mouth down his cheek. The stallion didn't notice that as that little tiny drop escaped with the help of gravity, the white fur in the path was changed to a deep, dark black.

"Ahh!" the stallion said, feeling the rush of heat and power run through his body. "That feels just as good!"

"I'm glad you think so," the mage said. "I'm sure that should enough to take on that chief, and more!"

Caballus grinned, flexing his arm again, and using his other hand to grab his rock hard biceps and triceps. They actually felt a bit bigger than before!

"More, you say? Like, what more?" Caballus asked.

"Well, what if a dragon came?"

"I've killed dragons before," the stallion said, confident. "So don't see any reason why with this boost of power I can't take them on even easier than before."

"Sure, sure," the rat said. "But, what if an even larger dragon came? One twice, thrice as big as those you've fought before?

That made the stallion pause. "Oh... hmmm... that would be a challenge," the horse thought.

"One more sip?"

"Sure. One more can't hurt, right?" the stallion replied.

So the mage filled up the bowl, right to the brim, and handed it to the knight. Caballus snatched the bowl from the rat's hand and drank the contents in three massive gulps some of the liquid escaping, splashing on his arms, chest and face. But this time, the black spots were larger, and the stallion's perfectly white coat seemed a bit duller, more grey than before.

This time, the heat and rush of power was even greater. Caballus let out a large whinny, and flexed his arms again, feeling them bulge and hulk out with immense power. Now his arms were noticeably bigger, which, in combination with the puffed out chest, made trying to move his arms around him that much harder than before. Veins were quite visible now, nearly popping out of the fur. His thighs and legs had also grown fuller, thicker and he needed to widen his stance to make it more comfortable. He could feel his manhood throb with nothing to contain it, each throb seemingly making his cock and balls hang heavier, lower, larger with each heartbeat. If it was now over two feet long, closing in on three, so thick that even the largest beer stein at the inn in the village wouldn't match its diameter. It was so heavy, so fat, that even fully erect, the tip was forced to droop toward the ground. The heavy orbs behind them now resembled a ripe watermelon in size.

"Oh, hell yes," the stallion said, his voice, already a very deep bass, seemingly sound even lower. "This feels great!"

"Well, that's good," the mage said. "Because I think that's enough. Clearly, you are now strong enough to take on almost any enemy you may face."

The horse blinked. "Wait... almost any?"

"Well, I'm sure there would be something that neither of us know about that could come and challenge you. But I'm sure..."

"But there is that chance," Caballus said.

"There always is a chance," the rat replied.

"I've already broken my oath," the stallion said. "Since I've done that, I better make sure that there is no chance that I might face an enemy stronger or more powerful than me!"

"Uh, Sir Knight... I... think I should cut you off," said the rat mage, his eyes wide and his voice cracking with nervousness.

Caballus looked to the rat. "No. No! I cannot... I will not! I need to be stronger! Stronger than anything! I need to be able to stop any danger, any threat!"

"But, what about your Lord? Your fellow knights?"

"They're fools!" Caballus bellowed, making the glass bottle rattle with his deep, booming voice. "That silly oath... it only holds one back from their true power! So, mage, I demand more!"

The rat looked at the bottle. There was about half a bottle left, worth about two bowls of potion. With a sigh and a shrug, he held the bottle up to the stallion.

Caballus snatched the bottle in his massive hand, ripping the cork out of it, and then dumping the whole bottle into his mouth, greedily drinking the elixir of magic.

Each swallow of the light blue liquid made his fur, starting around his mouth, grow shades darker. By the time he finished the bottle, his head was a solid slate grey (with only a few streaks of black where the formula had escaped his ravenous mouth), while around his hooves, it was still a dull light grey, but within moments it had been overwhelmed by the spreading darker fur.

"Oh... yes! Oh yes! OH YES!" the stallion bellowed, dropping the glass bottle on the floor as the power rushed through him. Every flex of his muscles, every beat of his heart, every throb of his cock, made his body grow even larger outwards. By now the sound of his powerful heart could be felt in the ground by standing near him, and every twitch and creak of his powerful muscles and body was audible if you were standing an arm's length away. A loud sloshing that came every time he shifted and made his heavy, pendulous cumorbs move showed just how potent he could, and would be. The steady drips and flow of clear precum from the tip of his cock just hammered home the point.

"Fuck, yes!" he growled, his voice a low, deep rumble. "I'm now super powerful! I'm the most powerful being in the world!" He began flexing again, though one hand reached down and, as best as he could, tried to rub his cock. By now almost all his muscles were huge boulders fighting for space: shoulders and biceps and pecs at the top, his deeply etched six pack now trying to squeeze in another row of abs. To get a bit more room for his larger muscles, his body shot upwards, now over nine feet tall and forced to crouch inside the rapidly shrinking space. His thighs and calves struggling to be more prominent, and fighting against the stallion's ballsac, which now sagged low enough to nearly touch the floor, and a massive five foot cock that would put barrels and cannons to shame.

"W-well that's good," the rat said, his mouth twitching between a fearful grimace and a mischievous smile as he grabbed a small, full vial from his desk with a dark green liquid inside. "But you just drank the last of my stash. Hopefully there wouldn't be any underworld demons or what have you breaking from the ground to take over..."

Caballus immediately turned away from his posing and admiration. "Then I must have more!"

"What?"

"If immense power beings of the underworld might come, then I must get stronger!"

"But I don't have any more of the potion," the mage said.

"Then make it! You must make it!" the horse said, grabbing the rat in both of his hands, and easily lifting him up, like he was just a bag with just a little bit of grain in it.

The rat took a deep breath. "No. I can't do it."

"You must!"

"I shan't!"

"You will!"

"And how do you plan to force me?"

Caballus, even in the foggy mind haze of his strength potion addiction, knew enough that if he harmed or killed the mage, he wouldn't be able to get his needed potion.

Then there was a throb of his cock, followed by a spurt of precum from his tip.

And a grin on the stallion's face.

"Then I could just fuck you."

"Hah! You think you could with that huge thing?" the rat laughed. "I'd like to see you try."

"Then try I will!"

The rat was dumped onto the desk, knocking bottles and papers of potions and spells to the floor. Caballus grabbed the mage's legs and the spread them apart, and pushed the flared, throbbing head of his huge manhood in that space between the rat's asschecks and base of his tail. The corrupted knight didn't happen to notice that the rat also had a rather large, white furred ballsac, with one gold ring piercing that had been hidden under his tunic: nowhere near as large as the stallions, but it easily hung down to his knees. The large, soft pink uncut rat dick hung even lower.

The rat gasped and winced as he felt the horse push his cock into his ass, the empty vial in his hand clattering to the floor. Somehow, the huge cock easily stretched open the rat's hole, stretching immensely wide around the beer keg thick pole.

"Fuck yes! Take it! Take my fat dick!" the stallion roared between grunts as he pulled on the rat's feet, as inch after inch, foot after foot of a manhood that would put elephants and whales to shame stretched the rat. Soon the mage's belly had gone from flat and slightly muscular, to now stretching over and easily showing the flared head of the horsecock.

And it kept going in, his belly unnaturally and lewdly stretching even more to fit the gargantuan piece of meat. There was a slick *POP!* as the medial ring slipped past the mage's asshole, and now locking the two together. The cock that was as long as the rat was tall, not to mention wider than the rat was, soon made the rat's stomach stretch several feet even beyond the mage's head, until finally, the abused sphincter was touching the stallion's chiseled abs on the top, his tree trunk thick thighs on the side, and the top of the sloshing cum forges.

Caballus grabbed the rat's hips now, and slid him up several feet, before slamming him back down, groaning and nickering as the rat fleshlight was used and abused, tightly gripping on his sensitive flesh to get him off.

But all along, the rat's smirk grew wider, even as his body was impaled, the shape of the horse's turgid pole starting to soften as precum started filling him.

"Yes, good," the rat said, his words lost as Caballus grunted and groaned. "Go, fill me. Bloat me. Turn me into a cumdump. Then, your journey will be complete."

As the horse's orgasm began to edge up and grow more powerful, as the table that the rat was being fucked on began to crack and break, the mage closed his eyes and began to chant a low, dark hymn, in a language that very few knew, and fewer could speak.

Caballus was snorting and sweating, the heat inside him building up, like a blacksmith's shop on a hot summer day. He was panting and groaning, unable to make words beyond "Yes," "Fuck," "Big," "Power," "Grow," and "More."

The mage, eyes closed, was trying to concentrate as he finished the last of the chant. Once the last word escaped his lip, he opened his eyes, glaring red though the horse couldn't see it.

"CUM!"

And like that, the stallion whinnied, his load quickly filling the rat, making his stomach bulge. The desk, already creaking and groaning, crashed as the rat's belly swelled to an impossible size, filled with virile corrupted stallion seed, ripping his tunic to shreds, showing that he had more black, the same shade of black as the spilled potion on Caballus' face, that covered the top of his shoulders and descended into a triangle, ending at a tip just above the base of his tail.

Caballus groaned, feeling his body shake and shudder with each shot of the stored cum in his balls. But soon that began to run out, but the orgasm continued.

Then the muscles began to deflate. At first barely noticeable, but with each groan, each tremor of his body, his muscles began to shrink, followed by his height and strength. Soon the horse was unable to hold onto the rat's hips due to the combination of being inflated by cum, the stallion's shrinking, and loosing strength.

Caballus, once eight feet tall and strong as an ox with muscles like an Olympian god, turned into a ten foot tall mountain of power and overdosed masculinity, soon dwindled to six foot, thin and lanky, barely able to lift a bag of grain. Then more till he was less than five feet tall, little more than skin and bones, and barely able to lift his head. Now he was hanging off the ground, his hooves weakly kicking in the air.

"W-what... what's happening?" Caballus croaked, his voice so tired and weak.

"I'm giving you the power you crave... at a price," the cuminflated mage, said, his voice deep, dark and evil.

The rat then twitched his ass, and Caballus suddenly slipped and fell, landing on the floor with a heavy thud, his cock having been dwindled to an embarrassingly tiny three inches.

"Oh yes..." the rat said, as the huge white cumballoon he had be turned into began to shrink, being replaced with muscle and height. From four feet to five, to seven, to nine, the rat grew taller and taller. Unlike Caballus, the muscle on his body was much more understated and proportional, like a fit athlete more than a recreation of Hercules.

"You see, my good knight," the mage said, laying the sarcasm on thick, "The strength I give is very potent, very addictive... and very powerful."

The rat spun around, his huge balls now just hanging above the floor, and a thick, drooling pink hardon, the tip just now peeking out of the thick foreskin, now dominated the diminished, dark grey knight of the realm, who tried to curl up into a ball, terrified of the massive rat now in front of him.

"Now, everything comes with a price," he said, stroking his huge cock. "You wanted strength and power? Then you're only getting it on one condition. I bet you know what it is.

The horse looked up, his eyes glassy, his body yearning for need... he needed it...

"Y-yes," the stallion moaned. The rat grinned.

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"It has been a week since Sir Caballus left to root out the barbarian camp," the cervine Lord, with his red and gold robes said, looking at the other three knights at his command. The lion, the wolf and the fox, all strong and honourable in their own rights, nodded solemnly.

"Something must have befell him. So I want you three to go and find him, and help him-"

BAM!

The door to the great hall swung open, and a tall, powerfully built knight in shining metal armor stood in the entryway.

The lord and the three other knights turned around in surprise.

"Sir Caballus!" the Lord exclaimed, standing up and walking past his other knights. "We were very concerned. Did you defeat the bandits?"

"Yes, My Lord," Caballus said in a deep voice, before removing his helmet. "The barbarians will be no further problem."

The lord froze. The stallion's pure white fur was now charcoal black, with red glowing eyes.

"C-Caballus! What happened?"

The horse grinned, before stepping to the side, for a massive, ten foot tall rat, with a giant pink cock hanging over a massive pair of balls, followed by fifteen other well hung, muscular men in furs and leather.

"I happened. And I do hope you four will pose more of a challenge than your best knight did," the rat warlock grinned, before giving a glass rattling evil laugh.