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Nature's Servant

Characters © Spheal

Written during Freebies Vol. 85: Mind Control Edition!

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Spheal dug his fingers into the grass lining the edge of the river and hauled himself out of the clear, cold water. He stood up and let the water sluice from his thick, light blue pelt. Though short and fairly smooth looking, the little male was surprisingly powerful and limber thanks to years spent in the forest foraging. What goods he found he'd bring back to the village to trade and barter. Water dripped from his elbow when he lifted his hand to shade his eyes.

His village was well over a day away now, but Spheal enjoyed these long treks hunting for rare herbs, spices, and other plants. The blue otter was good at it, too, often finding more than he could carry by the time he was ready to head back. Many people wondered what his secret was, but really his only trick was to go farther from the village than anyone else. The town was already remote, the last in a line of tiny hamlets stringing its way through the never-ending woods, so merely by going the opposite way of the occasional trade caravan or traveling entertainers, Spheal could be assured virgin territory to explore.

With one last look over his shoulder at the forest he knew, the otter turned around and shook a bit more excess water from his quick-drying pelt. Ever since he could remember, everyone in the village warned him and the other children about crossing the deep river in the forest. It was the boundary for the guardian of the woods, and anyone who disturbed the territory would face punishment from a terrifying beast.

Spheal scoffed. He wasn't going to let some old myth about unnatural events in this particular part of the forest stop him from foraging for the best berries and nuts. He'd be a hero in the village when he got back with a few sacks full of goodies. He was the best forager in the entire forest, and he'd prove it with this trip. He'd earn enough to travel to the capitol city, even!

The pale blue otter tugged at his shorts. They were dark blue and covered him from his hips to his calves, and were a bit baggy on his slight frame. His tail was surprisingly long, though, almost as long as he was tall. His bare chest glinted in the light beaming through the leaves on the branches overhead as he headed into the trees.

Spheal didn't encounter anything unusual as he walked along, looking around carefully for anything edible. While he didn't spot anything good immediately, he did notice the trees were almost uniformly old growth with taller canopies than he was used to. The ground was either bare brown dirt or covered in leaves and loam. Gnarled roots presented constant tripping hazards. As he pressed on, the light filtered through the leaves high above, lighting up motes of dust floating through the sunbeams and making them sparkle and dance in front of his eyes.

It was very pretty, but also very empty. Hoping the trek wasn't a waste of time, Spheal kept going in search of forage. It was almost an hour later when, his gathering sack still empty, he spotted a vivid green sparkle from behind an extra large tree trunk. The otter's fingers dug into the crevices and ravines in the old bark of the tree as he leaned around to the side to peek at the source of the light.

A snow leopard stood in a small grassy clearing free of an overhead canopy, which wasn't incredibly unusual, but combined with the rest of his features, he was very unusual indeed. Bathed in sunlight, the snow leopard stood with his head turned upwards towards the sun. Radiant green motes floated around him, sparkling and casting off the light that attracted Spheal in the first place. The leopard's eyes were closed and he hummed softly with a deep, resonant bass voice. Both of his arms were spread with his palms turned upwards as though he were communing with the flickering green lights.

The snow leopard, in addition to having some sort of magic, was also very nude.

He was the biggest creature the otter had ever seen. It wasn't even close. The cat was at least eight feet tall, almost twice Spheal's own height, and possessed muscles that could rip a tree out of the ground, roots and all. His pelt featured an array of black, brown, and gray of different shades in the form of stripes running along his back with spots along his sides. In the front, his pelt was a much lighter mix of tan and white. The plush pelt dipped and curved tightly around the enormous biceps, powerful thighs, and hard pectorals making up his massive frame. His muscles were so powerful and buff that even the thick ruffs of fur along the feline's broad chest couldn't hide them. His pectorals were like slabs hanging over a dimpled belly etched with a deeply cut set of abdominal muscles.

The snow leopard's sheath drew Spheal's shocked gaze next. The monstrous package was at least as thick around as he was. It sagged forward, its weight obvious from the way it pulled tight and wobbled, packed full of what must be an absolute titanic cock. The sheath was held upright, mostly, but was tugged forward and out by the titanic pair of balls sagging below. Each enormous white-furred orb was bigger than the pumpkins he'd grown during last year's bumper season.

Taken as a whole, the leopard looked like some sort of glowing, supernaturally powerful being. Spheal realized this must be the guardian the myths warned about as his bulging eyes dilated.

The snow leopard's neck twitched and his ear rotated towards Spheal. The small blue otter gasped and fell backwards, crunching into the dead leaves with his rump and tail before scrambling to his feet and running.

Or at least, trying to.

He got no more than a step before he found himself running face first into the huge feline's belly. The otter ricocheted off the muscles, which were just as hard to the touch as they looked despite the soft pelt. Spheal grunted and grabbed his nose, wincing from the pain even as the snow leopard's powerful scent filled his nostrils. The floating green motes were gone, and only the sparkling shafts of light piercing the canopy above illuminated the titanic leopard's body and face now.

"It's been a long time since a mortal dared invade my realm," the snow leopard said, his voice a deep and cracking thunder. It was like listening to someone speaking quite clearly despite a terrible storm, and the feline's eyes glowed a bright and vivid green, obscuring the pupils entirely. "Especially one as small as you."

Spheal didn't bother answering. He ran, lurching to the side with only the thought of escape on his mind. The sacks he carried to hold foraged mushrooms and such fell from his paws to the ground, empty and forgotten, as he ran for his life.

Again and again, he got no more than a step before the giant snow leopard blocked his path, a patient grin on his muzzle.

"You have spirit, don't you?" the leopard said. His voice had calmed, no longer sounding like a hurricane but instead a cool summer rain. "Why don't you just relax for a moment and let me see you... there we go. That's better, isn't it?"

Spheal stood with his ankles together, arms frozen to his sides, facing forward towards the grassy green patch in which he'd first seen the snow leopard. He couldn't see the cat now, but he could hear an ethereal breeze across his shoulders and did his best to tear himself free of whatever invisible force was preventing him from moving. Despite his efforts, he could do little more than twitch as he felt the snow leopard circling around behind him. The otter could almost feel those bright green eyes burning into his pale blue fur and tried to fight even more, but it was useless.

When the snow leopard finished his little walk around, he appeared on Spheal's left. Or at least, the massive sheath appeared, heavy and low-hanging, bouncing side to side off the huge and powerful thighs supporting it. The otter's eyes widened a bit as the rest of the huge being's midsection came into view, every rippling ab and bulging pec and meaty bicep closer to him and in finer detail than ever now that he was forced to stare.

The otter's sheath twitched and the snow leopard reached down with a paw, turning the small otter's head upwards.

"Normally I'd eat any mortal who tried to steal from me and go back to my work..."

A giant claw as big as Spheal's thumb slid down his chest and belly, gently teasing through his smooth and thick pelt towards the bulge in his shorts.

"But I think I may have a better use for you."

Spheal's hips trembled as the claw sliced away his shorts, leaving him nude and aroused. He didn't understand what was happening, and it was hard to think clearly. He wanted to run away, to be back home. He didn't want to forage for mushrooms. He only wanted to serve his master.

No! No, that wasn't right. Spheal's eyes widened even more as the snow leopard's hips pressed forward, while the massive paw wrapped around the back of the otter's head instead. Sandwiched between sheath and palm, Spheal felt the magical hold on his body end, and he immediately began to wriggle, trying to pull away even as the huge sheath engulfed his entire face.

"Mmrrph! Mmfffffhhff! Mm... mmm... mmmfffff..."

Instead of wiggling because of his efforts to pull away, instead Spheal's hips wiggled for a whole different reason. The small otter's head shoved forward, against the base of the huge sheath and above the musky sac, filling his nostrils and emptying his brain with every deep breath of the enormous feline's scent.

The snow leopard's fingers pulled him higher, rubbing him first up against the lay of the fur on the enormous sheath before shoving him back down, grinding him around every bit of the slowly swelling maleness until Spheal whined in a high pitched gasp.

The blue otter's head spun as he saw sunlight again. His whole face was matted with musk and his nostrils flared as he breathed in deep again and again. His master smelled so good... like the earth of the forest...

No, not his master. No, he had to escape. No, he had to leave, to return home, to... to...

"Still resisting, pet? I knew you'd make an interesting toy to amuse me... in that case..."

Spheal's muzzle was engulfed in a fresh wave of masculine feline scents as the paw shoved him back down, but this time against the top of the enormous maleness. His head squeezed down into the soft, flaccid pink member within, and it immediately shoved back at him, trying to push past to leave its snug and tight home. Spheal's paws scraped and stroked down the enormous feline's thighs as he wiggled and grunted, moaning and licking, muzzle open to try to taste as much as he could of the enormous length stockpiled away inside the massive sheath.

The pale pink length followed Spheal out as the snow leopard hauled him off.

"Mmmh... now that's the resistance a pet should display," the snow leopard said, purring like the wind blowing through the trees.

"M... Master!" Spheal gasped. The words tore from his throat half-willingly, half-unwillingly as he squirmed and moaned, both arms wrapping around the massive male length as the huge, muscular feline pulled him in even closer.

"That's right, pet... those who trespass these lands owe penance," the enormous male grunted, squeezing Spheal in close until the wriggling blue otter practically disappeared beneath the huge leopard's muscular arms. "You're lucky I'm not particularly hungry at the moment."

The snow leopard grinned wider and his eyes flashed, bright and green and potent, full of wild energy. Directing just a little into the shuddering, fully aroused otter in front of him, the snow leopard enjoyed the small male's worshipful touch as the magical infusion went to work altering the tiny mortal into a form more suitable for his new life's work.

Spheal curled over, grunting in a deeper voice, one that rasped and clacked like branches being dragged across each other. The otter's shoulders bulged outwards as his blue fur splayed. Cords of muscle fiber surged against his pelt and moved fluidly around even bigger bulges trying to escape his skin. Small white points emerged from the otter's backside, forming a series of sharp spikes down his backside, each about as big as his fist. Running in twin lines down his back, they were accompanied by even more muscle as the small otter's body magically developed into something bigger and wilder by far.

The otter's rough, hoarse croaks continued as thick fangs shoved past his lower lip. His paws stretched out, and he stared as his claws lengthened. His huge tail remained as big on his new body as it had on its old, but as he gained one foot, then two feet, then three feet in height, it thickened and grew far more powerful. Spheal's mind emptied for all but a spark of his former self as new desires replaced the old. As his huge thighs tensed, and his biceps bulged, and his chest went taut, his mind - at least, what was left of it - turned towards just one thing: the master.

The snow leopard watched his new pet transform. The magical transformation was quick, and could have been done quicker were the little otter any better able to handle such power. Eventually, after some training, possibly. Amusing, if nothing else. The blue-furred male twisted and groaned, only just managing to keep control of what small amount he'd been gifted.

And in exchange... the snow leopard stretched out his mind, enveloping and swallowing the small otter's very being, his soul, into his own essence, keeping him nice and cozy and safe and very much under control, despite his savage appearance.

Spheal barely noticed. Enthralled and subservient, he was nuzzling and moaning into the snow leopard's huge and muscular body, now better able to properly serve such a tall and powerful master. Spheal's muzzle opened, tongue dragging across the slow leopard's thickness, leaving a trail of wet saliva that glistened on the pink skin. A hand wrapped around Spheal's head, and without having to be told, the now bulked up, enormously buff otter tipped his open muzzle back and waited patiently. He was fully aroused, dripping, and had his eyes trained only on his master.

"You mortals have such pliable minds... and... mmmfff... muzzles," the snow leopard groaned.

Spheal's throat bulged. His eyes widened as he realized just how impressive the master was, but he didn't try to pull back. Instead, he pushed forward, trying to take the master's length properly, to show what a good otter servant he could be...

The tall leopard's claws pricked at Spheal as he turned his head up towards the open canopy above the small clearing in which they stood. His eyes closed and a calm smile spread over his muzzle as his hips rocked back and forth, slowly pumping his immense maleness deep into the vastly transformed servant. As the sun warmed his fur, pale green motes began to dance off and expand outwards into the forest, accompanied by the sounds of gurgling...

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"And so that's why you don't go past that river, ya hear me? Or the big blue monster will get you, just like it did Spheal!"

"Who's Spheal?"

"Best forager this village ever had, 'til he disappeared one day without a trace. Never saw him again, but he said he was planning to cross that river."

"So the blue beast got him?"

"Snatched him up and dragged him into its realm... that's what they say..."

The end