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Darwen in... The Slippery Otter Inn

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

Characters © Darwen

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The otter's teeth stretched apart, tongue lolling across a pair of plump and fat black lips pouting at the end of her tan muzzle. Her slender neck and shoulders arched down into a pair of heavy, heaving breasts that flattened against each other and across the floor, each orb larger than the otter's own head by half. Her swollen nipples scraped over the smooth planks, adding a particular emphasis to her needy whimpers and whines. The otter's round, oversized bottom wiggled through shreds of leather armor that littered the floor around her short, four-foot-tall figure, including a few pieces still trapped between the huge hands wrapped around her hips. Glossy white skin stretched across the fingers and palms before turning black abruptly below the elbows higher up the huge forearms. The otter shuddered and squealed louder as her round, smooth tan belly shifted from within, drawing from her gasping muzzle an extraordinary moan of lustful need as her thick maleness fired off, splattering the floor beneath the tensing, plump thighs with ribbons of otter spooge. Her hips pointed nearly straight up, her head straight down, as the oversexed bimbo's lower body dangled across the broad outlines of powerful and muscular thighs, the same onyx black gloss as the biceps flexing and pulling the shuddering otter roughly upwards. Smooth ovals of white occasionally came into view as the enormous orca leaned back, dragging inch after inch of his wide and hard maleness from the gasping otter's clenching and dripping pussy, occasionally taking the time to stretch her tail hole before slamming back into her gaping lips, ensuring her rattling and gasping moan of lust echoed through the room and bounced off the locked door and closed window. The slutty otter's quivering backside squeezed into the thick metal cock ring circling the enormous orca's shaft as he pulled her down to the base, until she smacked off his upper thighs with a squeal.

The sorcerer's chest rose and fell steadily as his muscular, powerful body took full advantage of the difference in size between him and his well-used otterwench. The former adventurer, having lost his mane, his golden fur, and his dignity to the huge sorcerer's magic, quickly lost his mind as well. Darwen's rumble of pleasure intensified as faint miasmic tendrils shimmered in and out of reality with a dark purple pulse, stretching from around the base of his enormous shaft, emenating from a wide and thick cockring made of a silvery, shiny metal that glowed from within while keeping the orca from accidentally unleashing his immense, sloshing sac pre-emptively; the powerful inn-owner still needed to deal with the other tab-skipping adventurers and didn't want to waste any time recharging his energy.

The tendrils of miasma flicked and licked along the otter's head and fuzzy brown ears before diving inside, squirming and worming their way through the squealing and clenching former adventurer's consciousness. As they withdrew, the tendrils brought the consciousness of the ex-lion with it, a fragile glowing sphere of spinning light and energy. The otter's squeals and gasps and pleading groans for more, harder, faster, grew loud and wanton as soon as the light left her head, leaving her thoughts vacant, her body set to rut and heat and rut some more.

The orca's head turned, a broad grin on his wide muzzle as he locked eyes with the red-furred fox leaning against the wall opposite, staring in shock at the faint dark-purple miasma of tentacles pulling and stretching towards the pulsing, faintly glowing ruby remstone attached to the wrist-thick metal cockring around the base of the orca's fully aroused thickness, now slowly pulling free of the busty, short otter's rump. Her tail wrapped around the stalk as it pulled out, ineffectively trying to pull it back in, while between her thighs her plump and thick maleness pumped orgasmic loads of otter spooge across the undersides of her own breasts, helplessly lost in the throes of the deepest dicking the recently bimbofied adventurer could hope to experience.

The orca grunted as the tip of his cock flexed free of the otter's rump, letting her drop onto the floor in an undignified pile of squirting shaft and wobbling breasts. She reached a webbed paw between her thighs, groaning as her large nipples pushed against the smooth wooden floorboards. The last few tendrils of the miasmic magic pulled away and sucked down into the soulstone set into the cockring, which despite its weight and girth still looked miniscule compared to the sorcerer's excellently huge black-skinned shaft. The white head dribbled and pulsed, the need still pent up and locked away deep in the magic user's enormous, swollen black-skinned balls.

"This is why you shouldn't try to run out on your bill," the sorcerer grunted, swinging his hips and pointing his meaty cannon at the fox squeezed back against the far wall of the bedroom. He slid a finger down over his cockring, caressing the ruby soulstone embedded temporarily in the metal. The otter on the floor squealed louder than ever, eyes going wide as her body underwent several simultaneous orgasms before she collapsed in a puddle of her own cum on the planks at the sorcerer's feet. Darwen grinned as he felt the tickle of the consciousness within the soulstone, experiencing every iota of lust and need and pleasure their disembodied body suffered through in a non-stop heat.

"Now you'll be stuck in a soulstone while your body works off your debt. Several thousand gold pieces, I believe. But don't worry, you'll get to experience what your bodies are doing vicariously. Won't that be fun? And with the debt you boys rang up, you're going to have fun for quite a long time..."

The orca's smile sent a shudder down the fox's spine. He was on the third floor of the Slippery Otter, a popular and well-known inn seen as a rite of passage for adventurers of all stripes. Being so high up, escaping out the window wouldn't work, and the enormous sorcerer blocked the exit with his size and bulk. The fox was sure the owner of the inn wasn't that large when they arrived three days ago. He appeared nearly a foot taller and far beefier now. Huge pectorals stretched outwards, matched by the girth and thickness of his round, hard belly, which forced his titanic arousal to lean forward despite its attempts to curl back up over the orca's torso. Perhaps he'd hidden his true power with magic so as not to alarm his patrons, the fox thought, brain spinning as he tried to think of the right words to get him out of this situation.

Sure, the fox came up with the plan. He was a rogue of adequate enough level to keep up with his two two adventuring partners, the fighter now squealing on the floor and the ranger Dalmatian (useless anywhere but in a forest, per the rogue). He convinced them to skip the tab they'd run up over the past two nights humping their way through the seemingly endless parade of well-stacked, and often well-hung, ottersluts serving drinks, cleaning rooms, and running other aspects of the inn. The ranger's idea to stay at the inn sounded fun at first, despite the prices, but having just watched his friend transform from a burly, muscular lion with a bushy dark brown mane into an otter who closely resembled the moaning, tail-raising sluts in the bar they'd spent the past several days and nights fucking with wild abandon, the fox wasn't so keen on paying his bill in this manner. He leaned back into the wall, half-grinning up at the impressively muscular orca keenly advancing on him, massive and turgid stalk swinging closer with each heavy step.

"How about washing dishes?" he asked, tail swishing up between his legs. He glanced over at the slim and fit Dalmatian currently frozen in place, surrounded by a purple miasma, silver shortsword halfway from the sheath clutched his in his other paw. The canine's bow sat in the corner by the rest of the Ranger's clothes. Useless outside a forest, as ever. The fox turned back to the approaching orca and smiled his best, most winningest smile, the kind of grin he broke out for widows and castle guards. "Rake the leaves? I'm pretty good with a hammer and nails, toommmmfffff!"

Large fingers squeezed around the back of the fox's muzzle. The slender lips spread involuntarily around the wide, flexing tip of the orca's arousal. The white, glossy flesh of the tip dimpled before the large fingers around the back of the red-furred male's head clenched, shoving the vulpine's slender muzzle wide before the engorged head bulged between the fox's cheeks.

"Sorry, rogue, but adventurers who skip the bill pay it back with their... nnnnfff... bodies! Clearly posted... on the sign... out front," the sorcerer said, shivering as he reached down around his cockring and plucked the shining, glittering ruby soulstone. He gave it a wet lick, which caused the otter on the floor to let out a delighted shriek and collapse deeper in a quiver of hot pleasure, paws working furiously down her maleness, over her breasts, and along her slender hips down to between her thighs. Darwen grinned as he took a second to enjoy the tableau: the fox gagging on his awesome arousal, the transformed lion spurting with uncontrollable lust as he toyed with the ruby soulstone in his fingers, and the gorgeously slender and fit Dalmatian watching, unable to move thanks to the sorcerer's magic.

Still, there was work to do. Darwen sighed as he flicked his wrist, causing the ruby to disappear into his palm as he flexed his biceps and humped his huge hips forward, tail swaying side to side behind him as his thick shaft formed a clear bulge down the gagging fox's muzzle and throat. The orca's muscular belly stretched outwards, the bottom of the musclegut squeezing into the fox's eyes and nostrils as the orca leaned over, both hands squeezing the fox's head forward as the bulge sank deeper.

"Next time... bring coin!"

The orca's beefy black shoulders twitched. His cock broke through the fox's resistance, flexing deep. The red-furred male's chest surged as he felt his throat widen and ripple around the invading stalk, clenching from tip to base until the huge warmth lifted his entire backside off the ground. The large, diamond-crested cockring squeezing into the base of the orca's shaft glowed brighter as it not only prevented the huge sorcerer from popping off early in the fox's wondrously tight muzzle, but helped the massively thick arousal squeeze and flex through the vulpine throat and fill the squirming, gagging male without permanently injuring him. Despite the cum-prevention methods, the idle trickle of thick and musky pre squeezing through the swollen, glossy black urethra eventually built up a sizeable pudge in the fox's belly as the orca's fingers dragged him up and down his achingly hard arousal.

The miasmic tendrils crawled up and over the fox's stretched head and chest, tingling and caressing as the spell invaded the vulpine's mind. The fox's incoherent goans turned into luxurious grunts as the orca's spell further improved the male's ability to fit, while at the same time triggering a variety of other enhancements that Darwen required of all the employees at his inn, temporary or contracted.

The Slippery Otter was not the kind of inn adventurers entered without knowing ahead of time what they were in for. Legendary for the rowdy pub nights, public baths, and variety of room rental rates, Darwen turned the place from a sleepy backwater hostel into a thriving and successful entertainment destination. He kept on some of the original staff, all otters anyways, who helped manage the day-to-day of the inn. Darwen's ownership - and ability to make sure all of his patrons enjoyed the hospitality uniquely available from busty, well-hung, four-foot-tall otters with less on their minds than a bumblebee in a bucket of honey and mostly useless outside of delivering drinks or finding their way under bed covers - meant that his peaceful and profitable business attracted, on rare occasion, the wrong sorts of adventurers who thought they'd outsmart the seemingly distracted owner of the inn. Despite enjoying his frequent impromptu and blatantly public dalliances with the bar staff, the orca did, in fact, keep a close watch over his domain; fortunately, dealing with such scoundrels as these three was one of the perks of running his own small business that Darwen enjoyed so much. It reminded him of before he retired, when he was the master of a successful entrepreneurial exercise engaged in separating adventurers from their coin in a far less consensual manner. The huge male grinned wide, upper black lips and lower white lips spreading as he pumped forward. The fox sagged onto his thickness, overcome by powerful magic and equally powerful musk, as the outline of the enormous stalk showed in outline through his neck and chest and belly.

The orca's smile grew as the rogue's fuzzy chest squeezed into the bloated orca sac sloshing below the impressive thickness distending the vulpine's throat. The fox's dark red fur turned brown as the sorcerer's wide white fingers splayed across the vulpine's widening skull. A tan muzzle soon squirmed around the huge base of the orca's impressive maleness as Darwen closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of those sharp-clawed, webbed paws groping at his swollen, blue-balled nuts. His cock sank deeper as the vulpine's long, slender muzzle shrank and widened as well, allowing the orca's thickness to get just that little bit further down into his rippling, swollen belly. The orca smirked and leaned back, using his tail to prop up his wide and flexing backside as he thrust forward and hilted, holding himself there as the rapidly transforming fox's entire muzzle, throat, and torso milked the oversized orca stalk.

Darwen's hips pumped forward a little harder, forcing pre-cum to dribble from the churring, squirming otter impaled to the belly on the massive arousal. Her chest swelled outwards, pulling downwards and away while her flicking red tail thickened and reshaped, the long red fur pulling in closer to the skin, turning brown on top and pale tan underneath, matching the color growing in between her thighs and over her chest and belly. Her arousal flopped and spat as the tendrils of miasma carried the vulpine's soul towards the stone set in a new gemstone set in the massive cockring at the base of the orca's shaft.

The former lion, now a busty otter only happy when getting a rump-ful of thick male shaft, crawled forward and pushed her wide muzzle between the orca's thighs, shoving her nose and plump lips against the large sac, nuzzling and kissing and licking with unabashed eagerness. Darwen grunted, tail lifting, as he glanced back over his shoulder.

"Looks like your friend is already enjoying the start of her time here," Darwen groaned. The ruby appeared in his fingers for a moment, flashing bright and red as the slutty barwench's thick cock erupted anew.

The fox - now almost entirely otterfied - wriggled and groaned, swallowing and squirming around the thickness shoving deep into her transformed, busty new figure. She slid down and off the orca's huge pole with a wet moan of pleasure and rolled onto her back as the orca's cock flexed out of her muzzle, past the plump new otter lips already pursing, ready to join the other otter in worshipping the orca's enormous testicles.

The big male smiled and curled his tail as he felt the two bimbofied otters tease at his sac. They'd do very well here. But there was still one more adventurer who needed to pay the price for not paying the price. And Darwen liked to save the best for last.

The enormous orca paused a moment to appreciate the Dalmatian. He always did have a thing for the breed and this one was no exception. Darwen's thick ebony stalk flexed up and back, dimpling its wide, veiny girth into the taut white belly. The fat, glistening crown of the sorcerer's shaft was white, a sharp contrast to the black of the stretched back foreskin and sloshing, swinging sac below. Each hard pec squeezed and bounced in turn as Darwen's black-skinned shoulders and biceps fattened, shifting and moving as he stretched himself loose. His wide, chiselled thighs and calves caused the smooth black skin of his glistening hide to shimmer in the morning sunlight streaming in through the windows. He subconsciously bulked himself up just a little bit more with his powerful magic, making the root of his cock bulge around the huge metal cock ring to the point even the enchantment placed by Darwen himself struggled to accommodate the magic user's even more powerful need. The sorcerer's lips split into a grin on his broad and smooth muzzle, eyes narrowing, while his tail flipped side to side behind him, stroking and flicking across the other two squealing, recently bimbofied members of the Dalmatian's party.

The object of his desire didn't react to the sight of the huge orca surging with strength and power. He couldn't - a powerful spell held the Dalmatian in stasis, ceasing all motion, though his unblinking eyes took in every moment of the preceding hour. Whether the ranger realized Darwen only used his adventuring partners as warm-ups, the orca couldn't tell, but it was nice to have a captive audience to show off to. And the Dalmatian was something to show off to. He was well built, lean and muscular, obviously the smart one of the group. Smooth and short white fur covered with an array of black spots of various shapes and sizes, including a particularly moon-shaped crescent across his bicep. A slender chest, fit, with smooth pecs and the faintest hints of definition among the creamy white fur coating his belly. The sorcerer shivered as he imagined stroking his thickness down that soft pelt... Wide thighs, currently wrapped up in a pair of plain brown canvas pants which he could easily remove, and... and...

Darwen paused his visual examination a few feet away from the Dalmatian and smirked. A large wet spot formed on the front of the canine's thin canvas pants despite the spell holding him in place. The leather greaves meant to wrap around the pants still lay on the bed with the rest of the canine's armor. Impressive. Only someone in the highest throes of lust would be able to overpower his magic enough to even let out a drop of pre-cum, let alone this much. And come to think of it... the Dalmatian did spend the better part of the past few nights awkwardly glancing away whenever Darwen checked him out in the pub or the public baths. And come to think of it, his bill was miniscule compared to the gamut of otterwhores the other two went through. Interesting.

"I'm tempted to leave you as is and simply admire the view for the next few months," the sorcerer rumbled, before gratuitously dropping his eyes down to the impressive wet spot leaking through the Dalmatian's underwear and pants. "You'd be a popular feature in the bathhouse as a bukkakke fountain... but who am I kidding. You want it even more than me, don't you, puppy?"

Darwen's smirk grew as he lifted his paw and snapped his fingers. The purple miasma around the Dalmatian loosened, allowing the canine freedom of movement again.

"Drop the swo-" Darwen said, only to stop mid-word as he watched the canine with bemusement. His tremendous arousal flexed, lurching upwards as a trickle of pre-cum (though a trickle to the orca was much more than that to the awestruck Dalmatian) rolled down the veiny black stalk and dripped down his musky, massive orbs.

The sudden release of the spell also meant a sudden flow of blood to the Dalmatian's maleness. The canine yelped and tore his pants down, pulling them and the scabbard with his half-drawn sword off before flinging them away. The Dalmatian grabbed his sheath and whimpered as the red length within erupted free, pulsing and flexing through the white-furred fingers pulling at the rapidly filling flesh. He stumbled forward, his arousal already dribbling against his palms, and dropped forward, letting the huge base of the orca's throbbing maleness and enormous sac stop his forward momentum. The Dalmatian buried his muzzle into the cleft of the sorcerer's stalk and depths of the orca's heavy testicles as the powerful metal cockring slid against his ears. A series of lewd moans, muffled by the musky black flesh of the orca's sac, made their way up to Darwen, whose smirk widened exponentially.

While the diamond and ruby soulstones served as more than adequate temporary housing for the delinquent fighter and rogue, Darwen always intended something special for the Dalmatian. The superior green emerald he'd planned to use, however, appeared suddenly inadequate in light of the limber black and white canine's worshipful tongue bath. The sorcerer closed his eyes and moved his wrist, causing a different gem to appear - a dazzling blue sapphire, perfect quality, and much larger than the ruby or diamond. Hundreds of intricate facets carved into the surface fractured the light in myriad ways. It was clearly worth a fortune, far more than the Dalmatian's paltry unpaid tab. The orca's eyes gleamed as he shifted the dense jewel between his fingers, and dropped his hand towards the top of his enormous stalk, using his other hand to shove the thickness forward against the canine's eager muzzle. It would be nice to have a Dalmatian around the inn, though Darwen suspected he'd keep this particular adventurer all to himself.

The gorgeous, intricately-cut sapphire soulstone clicked into place in his cock ring and the tendrils seized the canine a moment later. The blue gemstone sparkled as many more tendrils emerged than did the other two common soulstones. Gasping and moaning, the adventurer stood up, surrounded by an enormous mass of the phantom tendrils squeezing and caressing his body, making his fur tingle and stand on end down his arms and the back of his neck.

The Dalmatian's belly twitched into Darwen's fingers and he groaned, his arousal flexing hard and fast as he leaned forward. Darwen satisfied his curiosity by setting the tip of his enormous tip beneath the Dalmatian's jaw, squeezing forward as his other hand wrapped around the back of the adventurer's head, holding him in place while he slowly dragged the upper third of his glossy onyx stalk down the Dalmatian's lean torso, over his sternum, dipping into his belly, before sliding between his thighs, leaving a trail of musky orca essence behind. Darwen's tongue draped over his lips as he shuddered with pleasure, repeating the gesture a half dozen more times as his thickness throbbed, harder than even when he was hilting in one of the squealing, gasping ottersluts rolling around on the floor behind him. Veins pulsed down the sides of the huge arousal as Darwen's jostling sac delivered pre-cum by the cup, soaking the shivering Dalmatian in musky orca essence down to the roots of his fur.

The canine came at the touch of the orca's huge length squeezing into his own red shaft, a desperate gasp and clench from the adventurer as he closed his eyes, trying not to explode as orgasmis bliss ached through him. His pink shaft fired ropes of cum across the orca's thick, muscular thigh, but it was a paltry amount compared to the powerful sorcerer's warm pre-cum still drizzling from the white head. The black spots across the Dalmatian's white pelt blurred with his shuddering as the orca pressed his shaft lower, nestling the tip between the canine's quivering thighs before pushing forward, sliding his hugeness between the adventurer's legs. The Dalmatian moaned as he fell forward and slid into the orca's belly. He leaned over it, muzzle nuzzling and kissing across the sorcerer's hard, beefy pectorals as his slender belly squeezed into the orca's muscle gut. Darwen grunted, both hands sliding down the Dalmatian's velvet backside, fingers dimpling into the smooth muscle and fur across his shoulders and sides before all ten fingers wrapped around the smaller male's thighs and squeezed.

"You're not even under the spell yet, are you?" the sorcerer asked, as the Dalmatian's cock, pushed out along the side of the orca's thick musclegut, fired off again, followed by another needy spasm of pleasure as the canine clenched and quivered all over again. He panted hard, white muzzle half-open, red tongue draping over the orca's round belly.

"Umm..."

The Dalmatian's large ears, each featuring a black splotch at the tips of the flopped-over triangles, flicked outwards before settling against the side of his head again.

"I don't know?" he said, as the tendrils of the purple tentacles, barely visible in the early morning sunlight, stroked around his head and shoulders, teasing and rippling over the Dalmatian's body. Despite how many there were thanks to the powerful soulstone Darwen inserted into the cockring, and despite the orca ensuring the canine's body was physically touching it to ensure the highest quality transfer, there was no sign the spell had done anything other than tease the Dalmatian as yet. "I think maybe I... nnnnnngggggghhhhhhh..."

The large mass of tentacles fixed that moments later. Darwen smirked as the Dalmatian's cock flexed and erupted anew. His eyes went backwards, showing the whites. He went limp against the sorcerer's belly as the tendrils pressed into his muzzle and ears, filling his skull with the orca's spell at last. Darwen grinned as he wrapped his wide white palms around the Dalmatian's belly and lifted, then set the canine's hips at the tip of his massive arousal. The huge orca stalk flexed, shuddering, rigid and blue-balled to an impressive degree. The Dalmatian's fingers wrapped around the orca's wrists while his feet pressed down flat against the swollen black orbs jostling under the base of the impressive maleness.

The Dalmatian's eyes rolled back in his head again as the magic seeped deeper into his brain, pulling out his soul and transferring it through the air as a small and minute ball of glowing, spinning light, until it melted into the glowing sapphire set in the orca's cockring, just as it had with the other two. Unlike with the fox and lion, though, the Dalmatian's pelt didn't show any signs of darkening to a deep brown. His height remained the same, just under six feet. His tail kept wagging furiously, no signs of growing thicker at the base. What did change was his chest, which ballooned outwards, making his hips wriggle furiously and clench around the tip of the orca's thickness with excitement.

The adventurer shuddered and clutched his thighs, digging his toes into the fat, swollen orbs draping across the orca's thighs, squeezing the pads of his white-furred, black-spotted feet into them. He felt the tip of the massive arousal jutting from the sorcerer's hips press beneath his tail and he bit his lower lip, expecting to feel the pressure, but whined as the stalk flexed higher. The fingers stroked up and down his smooth, velvet pelt, rubbing and squeezing his belly and chest and hips, huge thumbs pressing across his swollen nipples. His cock lurched, harder than he'd ever imagined, angrily throbbing even as a steady drizzle of thick white canine seed pumped from the swollen white sac hanging below, leaving a trail of seed to trickle down the orca's shaft which jutted upwards from below.

It wasn't until the Dalmatian felt the huge white crown of the impressive shaft sink between his thighs - but not into his rump - that he realized how far he'd already transformed.

Or more accurately, how far she'd already transformed. Darwen's hips pumped upwards as the Dalmatian's legs lifted and parted. The sorcerer grunted, eyes closed, both hands wrapping around the quickly swelling breasts forming on the canine's chest as his meaty thickness filled her freshly formed feminine sex. The Dalmatian's warm folds trembled and clenched around the incredible thickness as a series of orgasmic aches caused her to clench and squeeze with even more force and vigor.

The orca groaned, almost hating that he needed to use a cockring to perform this particular spell. His huge balls swelled, growing larger, a physical reminder of his long-suffering need as he pumped deep into the virgin Dalmatian, no sooner granting the adventurer the additional parts before roughly ruining them. His fingers pinched and squeezed as the creamy, white-furred breasts filled his fingers and then some, rapidly outgrowing the rate demonstrated by the previous two. The blue sapphire set into the cock ring pulsed brighter, glowing and shining enough to cast a shadow despite the morning sunlight. The Dalmatian's tongue flopped as she pumped her hips back down, legs flexing and shoving into the orca's belly as she tried to keep up with the powerful sorcerer's eager pumping.

The last few tendrils of miasmic energy retreated within the sapphire. Darwen's palms filled with the Dalmatian's new chest, squeezing and groping at the plump and warm nipples as her shoulders pressed into the wall, belly distending around the bulge of his incredible thickness filling her for the first time of what was sure to be many more.

"Oh, yes... oh, fuck me harder!" the Dalmatian gasped, claws stroking down the impervious skin of the orca's beefy pecs. "So big... soooo big... ooooh... yesssss..."

The slutty, earnest moaning was music to Darwen's ears. He did as asked and squeezed his hands around the Dalmatian's narrow hips, forcing her thick rump to flatten against the bulge of his hamstrings. The metal cock ring dimpled into her plump backside, letting her know just how deep she was taking the sorcerer's power. She grunted, eyes closed, chest flopping over the orca's wrists with each gut-churning thrust.

"Oooh... oh, fuck... oh, yes... this is so good... is this when... the magic starts?" the Dalmatian asked, eyes closed as she bounced with bliss on the huge orca's magnificent shaft, a greedy smile across her plump black lips.

Darwen frowned slightly. He plucked the sapphire from the cock ring as he pumped his hips automatically, turning his head and holding the gem up to the light while the Dalmatian impaled on his shaft twisted and squirmed and begged for more. Yes, there was the soul... the tell-tale glint... the spell worked just as it always had, so why-

"Oooh, I'd worship you even without a magic spell, you beast," the Dalmatian cooed. Her voice pitched up into a squeal a second later as she came for the fifth - or maybe sixth - time around the orca's invading arousal.

The sorcerer's grin spread from cheek to cheek as he turned and faced his latest prize. The Dalmatian was under the effects of the spell, but when it came to the willing...

"Unnnnnggggghhhh yessssss take me! Breed me! Fuck meeeeee"

What lust already existed was amplified, leaving the subject not merely transformed physically, but fully aware in a way that the other two - who were merely experiencing the lustful choices made by their bodies rather than deciding on it themselves - were not. At least, as long as she was in very close proximity to her soulstone.

The orca swung the Dalmatian around, a growl growing in his throat. Her shoulders bounced off the straw mattress and bed covers, the quilts flying up before settling into place. Her huge breasts bounced as she squeezed, belly twitching and rippling hotly around the thickness still buried to the hilt inside her achingly new pussy. The orca's muscular belly squeezed down, pinching the Dalmatian's nearly foot-long pink maleness into her belly as he breathed in her scent.

His hips powered down, pumping hard enough to make the whole bed creak and groan in protest at the violence occurring above. The thick orcacock slammed in deep, wet and hard, filling the Dalmatian until she was howling into the beefy round pecs, muzzle scraping over the glossy and smooth white skin covering his hard, round muscle-gut and chest.

The orca closed his eyes. The soulstone flared bright and pure in his fingers. It disappeared when he snapped, along with the wide band of metal around the base of his arousal. The cock ring - enchanted to ensure he'd not cum before he was ready - was the only thing standing between the Dalmatian and complete ruination. Her belly filled, stretching and spreading around the orca's round belly, as within a second or two his orgasm rocked through his hips. The sorcerer's balls pulled taut between his spread thighs, bouncing off the side of the mattress and almost dragging across the floor as his shoulders and biceps squeezed down around the shifting, squirming, soft-furred Dalmatian underneath him. Her legs splayed out from around his thighs as he buried himself, a look of bliss crossing his muzzle, eyes closed as he clutched himself tightly to the wonderfully smooth, svelte Dalmatian beneath him.

As Darwen's huge hips resumed thrusting, wetly smashing into the oohing, aahing, gasping Dalmatian's stretched pussy, forcing his potent and virile load deep into her sloshing and fat belly, the cock ring reappeared in the air behind the orca's wide, finned tail. It broke into two interlocking halves, which then twisted and morphed until they formed two solid rings of the shiny metallic substance. The rings floated in the air towards the panting, groaning otters still laying in a puddle on the floor. The bands snapped around their malenesses at the bases of their tan sheaths, causing a series of high-pitched groans that rivaled the Dalmatian's own yips in volume.

The orca's smooth fingers dug into the Dalmatian's fuzzy white belly as his willing servant's body flooded with the power of the mighty sorcerer. The adventurer's lips spread, parting, groaning and gurgling as she was filled with the orca's lust and then some. Darwen leaned into her, shivering and groaning, hips jerking as he felt the ultimate relaxation ripple through his balls. The sense of relief, the release of pressure, the wonderful ache of finally achieving what his instincts demanded of him, passed not only through the orca's body, but through the three soulstones still connected to him through the magic spell. The adventurers quivered on the floor as the sensation of stretching the silky inside of the Dalmatian transferred to them as well, though they could find no release thanks to the magical cock rings added to their transformed figures. Darwen smiled as he toyed with the three soulstones. While tethering their disembodied minds to their bimbofied, slutted up figures, the stones also allowed them to experience the sensations felt by whoever held the stones, which Darwen took full advantage of as the two otters went through several intense sympathy orgasms despite not being able to cum thanks to the large metal rings around their aching members. Their muzzles met, sticky and wet, as the two otters squeezed together, pawing at each other in a vain attempt to achieve release.

"Don't worry, sluts," the orca grunted, glancing over his shoulder as he leaned up, his huge cock lifting the Dalmatian's hips high off the bed while distending her creamy white belly further. "You'll be able to cum at the end of the first shift where you earn more than a hundred gold coins. I think that's more than fair!"

The sorcerer's hard, round muscle gut squeezed and rubbed downwards as he laughed. Beneath him, the Dalmatian's belly bloated larger out to the sides as her eyes once more rolled back in her skull. Her throat swelled, and she managed to growl out one last "Breed me!" before a wave of thick white orca seed flooded past her tongue and over her cheeks. Even more of the orca's essence leaked from her fat, sensitive nipples as the orca's hips pumped just as hard, still not finished unloading the pent-up morning wood teased several times over by the other adventurers. Grinning down at the wide-hipped Dalmatian - a willing and natural slut for the orca, it turned out - Darwen pondered doing just that as he leaned back and wiggled his hips, cock still flooding the transformed, bimbofied canine with his powerful and fertile seed.

It would be nice to have a Dalmatian around the inn...

Several months later...

Two lines formed in the main pub hall with several tables and chairs cleared out to the sides to make more room around a large, stage-like plinth set in front of the fireplace. A pair of large wooden stocks occupied the plinth, so that anyone stepping up behind the stocks would be on full display for the rest of the bar to watch and enjoy.

Squirming and moaning with their wrists and heads stuck through holes the wooden planks were the former lion and former fox. As otters, they made excellent barsluts, squealing whenever a half-drunk patron stepped up onto the plinth to use and abuse their tail holes and muzzles, so that their gasps and begs were muffled more often than not.

The owner of the Slippery Otter grinned as he walked by, admiring the way a beefy crocodile's heavy belly draped over one of the otter's backside as the thick, pale green croc-cock stretched its way deep into clenching otterslut's unnaturally tight pussy, making it a pleasant experience for all three of them. Darwen't huge black length draped over his heavy balls, plump and full, giving a twitch as he considered skipping the line and showing his guests how to properly throatfuck one of the slutty, gasping, cum-addicted wenches, but decided against it. The crowd was having fun seeing who could shoot their load the farthest and still paint the otters' sides white. Seed dribbled and drizzled from not only the two squirming bimboes in the stocks, but the sign on display in front of the plinth:

HELP US PAY OUR TABS - NO TIPS!

MUZZLE - 1 copper

PUSSY/ASS - 2 copper

EARS/PAWS - free!

PLEASE DON'T LET US CUM!

Next to "NO TIPS," someone used charcoal to scrawl "hilt in this sluts!" across the wood plank. Darwen grinned as he passed by the front of the plinth, both at the grammar present on the plank as well as the predicament in which the moaning, squirming otters found themselves. As he made his way past, he could see the otters' eyes tracking his muscular body. Between their plump and thicc thighs, the otters' swollen and fat pink malenesses throbbed, dripping pre-cum despite the large metal cockrings still in place around their sheaths. Their balls, swollen to several times their former size due to the lack of orgasm, jostled and bounced stiffly, each orb at least as big as the otters' heads, which on their small four-foot frames looked massive. Just seeing the supreme object of their lust approach sent quivers down their aching members as the two patrons buried in their backsides yowled at the sudden tightness.

"Don't worry, ladies," Darwen grunted, "I'm sure these fine gents will have your tab paid off in no time!"

He was about to walk on by when he saw the next person in line, a muscular and well-hung coyote with a salt-and-pepper pelt, struggling to get a condom that was obviously too small to fit around the tip of his fat shaft. The orca grinned and slapped a hand down on the coyote's shoulder.

"No need for that!" the sorcerer said. "These worthless sluts can't get pregnant, so feel free to bareback them until they're begging for it!"

The sorcerer drew his large white fingers down the coyote's chest and belly and to the large red maleness extending from his hips. As Darwen's large, smooth hand wrapped around the 'yote's sheath, where the half-formed bulge of the knot throbbed, the canine whimpered, lips pulling back as a snarl of erotic energy welled up in his throat. A moment later, when Darwen pulled his hand back, the coyote's knot was not only fully aroused and achingly hard, but twice the size it was before, looking perfectly monstrous at the base of the veiny red shaft above.

"Have fun now!" Darwen said, watching as the coyote stumbled up onto the plinth and sank his cock to the knot into the messy, dripping rump of the first available otter. Her eyes went wide a few seconds later when that huge knot shoved in deep, eliciting twin howls of pleasure from both. Darwen turned away as the echo rang out over the constant hubbub of conversation, glasses clanking, and shouts of encouragement for the two barwenches spending their shift in the stocks earning paltry amounts of coin for each sloppy fuck delivered to their stretched pussies and asses.

Darwen checked on the bar and the baths as he finished up his rounds before strutting past the stocks and the fireplace in the main pub one last time. The lines were even longer and the crowds were haranguing the coyote for getting stuck in the squealing otter's tight, grasping pussy thanks to his supersized knot. The orca grinned as he glanced at the mantle, where an impenetrable glass display case, magically enchanted to allow only him access, held rows of glinting and gleaming jewels, including the two holding the bound minds of the otters on display in the stocks, which were fairly burning with light from within.

The orca passed the display by and went through a hallway past the kitchen towards the back of the inn. He'd built several additions to the inn over the years, but putting his personal quarters on the backside of the huge kitchen fireplace ensured that his personal quarters, an enormous two-story-tall room with bookshelves traveling from floor to ceiling, was constantly cozy, warm, and humid. Balconies and ladders allowed access to higher shelves, while a smaller fireplace blazed in the corner, providing some light in the otherwise dark room. The anti-mold spells were a lot of work to keep up, but to the orca, who enjoyed the moisture produced by the humidity of the warm bricks, they were a necessity. Burgundy rugs covered the smooth wood planks on the floor and various fancy chairs and couches provided plenty of reading nooks. Dominating the room, however, was the massive four-post bed square in the center of the room. It was huge, easily fifteen feet long and at least 10 wide.

Darwen's lips pulled back in a smile and his thick maleness flexed upwards, the black stalk pulling taut and throbbing as the object of his desire appeared within the tangle of sheets and bed covers on the oversized mattress. The orange firelight cast shadows and glimmers across the velvet white fur and inky black spots of the Dalmatian. Six large breasts draped down her chest and belly, the largest being the uppermost set down to half the size from her upper belly. The canine's fuzzy white sheath and healthy, full sac draped over her wide thighs as she turned onto her side and opened her eyes, smiling up at the powerful and muscular sorcerer looming over the bed. A delicate and beautifully formed platinum chain glinted in the firelight, nestling into the fur on the upper set of the Dalmatian's breasts. The intricate chain wrapped around her slender neck, a snug and perfect fit, light enough in weight that the Dalmatian rarely remembered it was there. At the center of the band, middled on her throat, was the glinting, perfect, shining blue sapphire.

The orca knelt down, fingers playing and spreading across the Dalmatian's rotund belly, which stretched outwards to a ludicrous degree from her wide hips and otherwise slender backside. Darwen turned his head, sliding his cheek along the soft velvet fuzz as the Dalmatian's claws tickled over the top of his head. The stacked canine's thick member drooled between her thick and plump thighs, still wet from plunging the depths of one of the otters while Darwen took care of his business.

"Just a few more weeks," he murmured, lips and nostrils sliding across the Dalmatian's swollen belly, "even though you paid off your tab months ago..."

"Oh, sorcerer," the canine cooed, claw tips scraping over the muscular orca's broad shoulders to pull him in close. "I need you so badly... I don't ever want to take it off..."

The orca's eyes' glinted in the darkness as the firelight died down suddenly, casting them into the pitch black heat of the warm and humid room. The orca's skin glistened as he slid his paws tenderly around the huge and massive belly of the Dalmatian before treating each and every one of her thick, full teats to his skillful and strong tongue, leaving her whimpering and hard with need before the orca carefully rolled her onto her side and lined up his thickness. As he sank in, paws reaching around to grope at her smooth and heavy sets of breasts, the canine's eager and intense moans rang through the darkened room, lit by not a single light save for the passionate burning in the sorcerer's eyes...

It would be nice to have a litter of Dalmatians around the inn...

The End