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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

"Lucinda!? Lucinda where are you!?" a loud voice suddenly boomed from downstairs, rousing the fox from his peaceful slumber. Rubbing his eyes as he yawned in confusion, looking over beside him he was met with the sight of a fine bovine backside he remembered stuffing the night before. It still bore the evidence of their tryst in the form of a few painfully obvious white marks across her cheeks and a little still tucked beneath her tail. Roland jumped up and scrambled to gather his things as the sound of heavy hooves began stomping up the wooden stairs towards where he was currently in bed with another man's wife. Laughing to himself as he hastily got dressed and tossed his sword and boots through the open window, Roland climbed out and began lowering himself just in time to see a large broad chested bull enter the room and see the state of his wife. Their eyes locking for a moment, recognition blooming in the now angry bulls eyes as he charged at Roland.

"Roland you bastard, I curse you and every day you walk this earth!" the bull snorted as he ducked his head low and charged, just before his massive horns pierced the wall where Roland was hanging precariously, sending the lucky fox flying and landing in a pile of hay upon the back of the cart. As the cart tipped off its perch and began rolling down the hill, Roland rolled right on out and onto his feet to shoot a two fingered salute up at the bull glaring down upon him from the open window. The fox knew better than to linger any longer, snatching up his remaining items and beating a hasty retreat. The sound of a heated argument breaking out from the upstairs window behind him.

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A few days later as Roland recounted the tale of his latest conquest to his little band of merry men in a tavern, right down to the excruciating detail of the sound the cow had made when he first stuck it under her tail; they were interrupted by a messenger boy. The young lad had clearly overhead their conversation as he handed the churlish fox a bound and sealed message with a deep scarlet tint about his cheeks and ears.

"A wax seal, looks important..." Roland mused before he broke the seal and opened the message. "Dear Roland, word of you and your men's heroic deeds has spread far and wide...." Roland began, pausing to look up at his men. "Hear that boys? We're heroes!" he laughed along with the three men indicated in the message. "Our village is plagued by the torment of a crazed wizard, we beseech you, rid us of this vile being and we will pay you handsomely!" Roland finished reading, his brows raised with obvious interest. "Well boys, looks like we have a wizard to hunt! But first, next round is on me!" the fox declared to the cheers of his three most trusted friends.

He'd met Casey, a large dark green crocodile while still in the army and they'd formed a peculiar friendship as they'd saved one another's lives countless times during the invasion. The large croc with his double edged battle axe was not someone to mess with and Roland was happy to have him on his side, able to clear a room with a mere scowl and his impressive bulk of muscle.

The black panther known as Vergil was a through and through scumbag, at least to those that he didn't like or trust. But Roland's roguish charm and skill with a sword had won him over and they'd become fast friends after the fox had left the army and gone out on his own. Vergil had joined up along with Casey to tag along on the adventures the unusually lucky fox found himself constantly finding or sometimes literally falling into. Vergil was forever lamenting how it seemed Roland had more lives than even he as a feline was entitled to. Vergil was a good fighter, quick with his firsts and could match Casey in ferocity, but with his sword and shield, it was like having half a dozen men fighting on Roland's side. The fox was an excellent fighter himself and had given Virgil a run for his money the first time they'd met and crossed swords, earning the feline's respect because of it.

The last member of their little band of misfits was Ulric, a strange rabbit from far up North, an exile from one of the barbarian tribes. Unlike most of his former clan, Ulric did not fight with axes or wear little to no armor. Instead he wore thick leather straps about his chest and arms, heavy metal shoulder pads and wrist guards, in combination with his clan colors on his kilt. Being shorter than the rest of this group, Ulric was still a force to be reckoned with in his own right, skilled at fighting with a pair of vicious daggers, he was not someone a wise man would want to get up close with. But the rabbit preferred to use his longbow and fight from a distance, his aim rivalling that of fictional characters as he'd been seen shooting a scarecrow's button eye from across a wheat field while riding past on horseback.

Roland looked around at his band of men, knowing they could help this village for sure, but it didn't hurt being offered a large sum of money to do it. In turn each member of his group nodded their consent before Roland signed his agreement on the parchment and handed it back to the messenger, telling him to let the village know they'd be on their way in the morning.

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"Remind me why we didn't do this during the daytime again?" Virgil muttered as he and Casey lead the group through a dark winding passage up the wizards tower, slowly making their way up the stairs to what seemed to be the source of the insane cackling and flashes of light they'd seen from outside.

"Wizards have to sleep some time, surely..." Roland hissed through clenched teeth, they'd waited far too long outside but it seemed like the old bastard never slept. Eventually Roland had decided just to head on in and take their chances, hoping to catch the wizard by surprise while he was busy with whatever it was he was doing in his chambers.

Up and up they went, soon well beyond what should have been the towers upper floor. Whatever the wizard had done here, the inside of the tower did not obey natural laws and was far larger on the inside. Soon the idle chatter died down as they continued to climb the stairs, huffing and puffing from exertion. With Casey and Virgil leading the pack, Ulric followed behind with his bow at the ready to turn his aim in which ever direction as needed. Roland brought up the rear, his sword at the ready as he shuffled along behind his friends, making sure nothing snuck up on them from behind. Eventually even his legendary stamina began to wear thin, the fox leaning against a wall to catch his breath a moment.

Only when his hand touched the wall and a bit of pressure was applied, the wall gave way and Roland found himself stumbling through the opening and into a large room filled with shelves of books. The hidden door slamming shut behind him with only a faint hiss, Roland unable to bang on the wall and alert his friends of what had happened as just beyond a few rows of books he saw a figure hovering in the air and cackling incessantly. The room was cast in complete gloom, save for an unseen light up above casting a pillar of light down on the hovering figure. The smell of musty pages and clinging dust filled the air, threatening to make Roland's nose twitch in warning of an impending sneeze. Using the tip of his sword to sheer through the cobwebs blocking his path, Roland slowly crept up behind the figure. Its long scaled tail coiled and slithered behind it, always just above the ground but never touching. He could see the long sharp claws of its feet every time its toes curled or flexed.

Roland raised his sword, preparing to strike the unsuspecting form from behind. Gritting his teeth as he fought the urge to utter a witty one liner before he struck the wizard down, he lunged with all his might...and watched with dread as his blade passed through the image as if parting mist. The image fading from before Roland's eyes, the loud cackle starting again and seeming to come from somewhere else in the once seemingly empty room, a disembodied voice began to speak and chant as the light suddenly vanished from up above and plunged Roland into complete darkness.

"What once was, shall no more be

Through the eyes of those you've used, you will forever see

Twist and turn you writhing little worm

Become that which you least respect, but for your loins do yearn

Gone be ye old facade

Your life will forever be abnormally 'hard' "

Roland's confusion at the words were suddenly interrupted by a loud whooshing sound and a sudden burst of purple light from behind him. Spinning in place with his sword raised, Roland turned just in time to see a large purple fireball heading straight at him. He had no time to dodge or soften the blow, catching the full force of blast square in his chest and sending him flying back into a bookshelf, knocking it over with a loud bang, also knocking the air from his lungs and leaving him gasping for breath for a moment.

Light returned to the room from up above, along with the figure of the grinning lizard wizard in his purple and gold robes. Now hovering a few feet away from Roland, watching curiously as the fox struggled to get to his feet again, raising his sword at the wizard.

"Is that the best you've got, wizard? Barely left a scratch on me...." Roland started to say, but his words were suddenly cut off as a growing sensation of warmth started to spread through him. His eyes met the wizards, seeing his mischievous smile, Roland tried to shout "What did you do to me?" but instead just cried out in agony as the warm feeling soon turned into a raging inferno within him. The pain becoming so overwhelming that Roland's mind could no longer handle it, the fox collapsing back onto the fallen bookshelf and falling into darkness.

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Roland awoke with a cough and sputter as cold water was dumped on his face, opening his eyes he saw the faces of his friends glaring down at him. Their weapons drawn and pointing at him for some reason he'd yet to understand.

"Sorry lads, thought I had him..." Roland began to say, apologizing for leaving them behind and trying to take on the wizard alone.

"What was that?" Casey asked with confusion, looking over at Virgil and Ulric.

"I got no fucking idea, could be casting a spell for all I know. Best get a muzzle and restraints on while we figure out what to do next" Virgil muttered before stuffing a rag into Roland's muzzle while Ulric bound his wrists behind his back.

Roland growled and snarled as his men restrained him like some sort of criminal. Hauling him up off his feet and beginning to march him down out the tower, his ears perking as he heard Casey speaking to Virgil and lamenting the fact they'd found no sign of their fearless leader after he'd suddenly vanished. Roland tried to yell at them, tell them to stop messing around and that he was right there...until he saw their reflection in a large mirror as they passed. There was Casey and Virgil, with Ulric behind having an arrow aimed directly at the back of a stunningly gorgeous vixen. Roland's first impulse was to wink at the vixen, but he was caught short when he noticed her actions mimicked his identically. A sinking sensation grew within as the realization of what the wizard had done to him sunk in.

As they finally exited the tower the sky was once again turning to dusk, Roland wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious before they'd found and retrieved him from the hidden room. The group decided they'd had enough adventuring during the night and would head back into town in the morning, returning to their camp and setting up for the night instead. Casey starting up their fire again as Virgil sorted out their beds and dinner for the night.

"What do you think happened to Roland?" Ulric asked as he sat with his daggers held in his lap, keeping a watchful eye on their captive.

"I'm not sure, but where ever he is, I'm sure he's not happy he's missing out on this" Virgil replied, nodding over at the bound and gagged curvy vixen sitting beside the rabbit.

"Damn straight, he'd probably be balls deep under her tail by now if he was here" Casey jested, earning a laugh of agreement from the other two.

"You know, he wouldn't be the only one, it's not like anyone else is around here to know and we can't let an opportunity like this go to waste...I mean, what would Roland do, right?" Virgil spoke softly, almost conspiratorially to his compatriots and sharing a knowing look with the two suddenly interested males.

"Son of a bitch, surely they wouldn't..." Roland thought to himself, his eyes going wide with fear as their suddenly lusty gazes turned in unison to stare at him as if he were a fine meal and they were starving beggars. "Fuuuuuck...." He thought as they advanced on him as one.

Ulric's frightening skill with his daggers came to a shocking new light as Roland was quickly separated from his clothing in short order without them having to remove his bindings. Casey restraining the vixen from behind and laying them down on a pile of fur hides as Virgil took up position beside her head and Ulric began to lever her resisting thighs wide. Even Roland would stare in amazement down between his thighs as Ulric forced them apart to reveal a cute little pink pussy where once a thick and proud cock used to be, the rabbit leaning in to give it a swipe with his tongue and sending a jolt of unexpected pleasure through the vixen.

"See that? The bitch wants this too!" Virgil growled as he undid his trousers to reveal his swelling black barbed cock. The feline undid the gag stopping Roland from speaking, but before he could utter a single word, Virgil shoved his length past the unwilling vixen's lips. "If I feel teeth, I'll break your jaw after I cut your tits off and feed them to you, got it?" he snarled down at Roland, whom didn't doubt he'd do this for a second. Reluctantly he nodded his understanding, despite his desire to bite down on the cock now shoving in and out of his mouth and making him want to gag. Roland suddenly had new respect for all the young lasses he'd choked with his former glorious pecker, finding out just how difficult it really was to swallow such a fine sausage whole.

While he tried to focus on not being choked to death by the eager feline fucking his face, Ulric seemed determined to lick his way to the core of the vixen. His agile little tongue flitting and licking every inch of the vixen's pussy it could reach. The bombardment of new and unusual sensations overwhelming Roland's mind, losing control of his new body as he squirmed and ground back against the large crocodile restraining him from behind. Casey's large mitts finding purchase at Roland's new found and full bust, strong thick fingers roughly groping and squeezing at his breasts with eagerness. As much as the rough squeezing and groping hurt, Roland felt even more unusual sensations from the crocodile's soft scaled palms rubbing against his painfully erect nipples. The twin points of his chest never before having interested him whatsoever suddenly sent spark and jolts of pleasure through him that kept him twitching and squirming. More alarming however was the growing stiffness of something thick and heavy behind him, pressing right up against his bare and vulnerable behind. Try as he might, Roland just could not gain control of his new body under the constant assault of new sensations, feeling Casey's manhood swell and grow dangerously behind him.

Thankfully any pleasured whimpers he might have been making were muffled by Virgil's cock in his mouth, an odd thought to have for sure, Roland thought. The panther starting to snarl and pant heavily, his grip on Roland's ears becoming painful. "Oh no..." he thought to himself a moment before a hot salty flavor alighted upon his tongue as Virgil climaxed in the vixens maw. Roland wrinkled his nose in disgust, again feeling a bit of remorse for how many women he'd made swallow his seed as now he was forced to ingest the feline's slimy salty load, his muzzle being held down by the painful grip on his sensitive ears. At least Virgil seemed to be done with him, withdrawing his softening length and flopping back to his seat with a pant while leering at the vixen.

"Damn fine mouth she's got on her, can't wait to sample the rest" he jested with his friends.

"I'll let you know how her pussy feels then, shall I?" Ulrich replied with a grin as he finally withdrew his face from between the vixens twitching and bucking thighs. "Hold her still, will you Casey? There's a good lad..." the rabbit said as he straddled Roland's lower thigh, hoisting the vixen's upper leg up over his shoulder.

"Please let him be small, please let him be small...fuuuuck!" Roland thought to himself, never having seen Ulrich naked, he wasn't sure what the rabbit was packing. But judging by the incredible stretching feeling between his thighs, the rabbit was hung far better than his small stature would suggest. The vixen giving a drawn out whimper as the rabbit sheathed an almost comically big for his size cock within her, her toes stretching before clenching tight as he pulled back, only to slam back inside her again. The sharp pain at the first intrusion felt like he'd been stabbed in the gut, but slowly it began to be replaced with an odd numbness that again shifted and began to feel like something else. "Oh no...please no..." Roland whimpered to himself as he felt his body starting to rock back against Ulric's hips, every deep stroke of his thick cock inside the vixen sent a new wave of pleasure through Roland. A pleasure he couldn't ignore, try as he might, his body flat out refused to listen to his mind as it bucked and ground back against the rabbit in defiance of his will.

As if Fate had been watching and decided to chip in on the irony of his situation, Roland felt something slick being applied under his tail briefly before another hot hardness began nudging at him insistently. He'd forgotten about the large crocodile behind him, the crocodile that he'd been unwittingly grinding against for who knew how long and now was fully aroused. Roland turned his head to try say something to Casey, to try stop what he was about to do, but the crocodile was too busy staring down and aiming himself at the presented vixen behind. Roland's words came out as a pained yelp instead when Casey began entering him, forcing his untouched star to blossom and swallow a thick green log of reptilian cock. Roland briefly remembered teasing Casey about his member back in their army days, pitying the poor woman that had to take that green monster. Well now here he was, through some ironic twist of fate, he was magically a woman and he was taking that green monster himself as if in some sick sort of twisted prophecy.

"Dammit Casey, you're going to ruin her ass for the rest of us" Virgil growled as he watched the vixen yelp and squirm between his two friends as they made use of her.

"Doubtful, you'll be thankful for me being the first back here to loosen her up for you, bitch is so tight I doubt sunshine could fit through" Casey uttered through clenched jaws, slowly working inch after inch of his girthy member up Roland's tailpipe.

"Aye, she feels like new here too. I think this bitch was somehow untouched, must've been a slave of the one wizard with a wonky 'wand', luckily for us" Ulric joked with a laugh as he hammered his stiffness between Roland's thighs.

Roland felt a burning shame for what his friends were saying about him, like he wasn't right there. More so for the mere fact he'd done the same thing to many conquests of his own in the past. At the time he'd thought it hilarious when he brought a wench to tears by commenting such things to them. But as his lithe form jostled and bounced between the bodies of his former friends, Roland could do nothing but bare their words with a growing shame as they groaned and panted lustfully all around him. At least the pain of the thick cock under his tail had started to go away, but more worryingly was the unwanted pleasure starting to take its place. Roland found himself wishing they'd finish quickly, at least before he did, not wanting to be brought to climax like this, caught between two people he considered his friends. But it was not meant to be, with his brow furrowing and nose wrinkling, Roland felt a superheated nova burning within the pit of his belly suddenly explode. Groaning loud and bucking wildly between the crocodile and rabbit alike, Roland felt waves of pleasure the likes of which he never thought possible tear through him, leaving him feeling weak and trembling, drained of all strength.

"Fuck me!" Roland heard Ulric and Casey yelp out in surprise almost in unison, muttering how damn tight she was clenching upon them both as she bucked and writhed through her climax. Thankfully this brought them both to their own soon after, Roland feeling the growing warmth of their seed firing off deep inside himself in a sickeningly curious fashion, their hips grinding between her thighs and against her behind in jerking motions. Both the rabbit and crocodile withdrew from the vixen not long after, panting and returning to their seats as they grinned at the still twitching and whimpering vixen laying on the pile of hides that served as their makeshift bed, seeing their combined mess marking her inner thighs and under her tail.

"Well, guess it was unavoidable, but I'm alright with sloppy seconds" Virgil announced as he stroked his once again hard length, grinning at Roland. Padding over to roll the vixen onto her belly as he gripped and lifted her tail, slapping his cock down between her cheeks and began grinding his cock against her still aching tail hole. The panther laughing at the whimper she let loose when he began to sheath himself in the slick little opening, his grip on her tail preventing her from escaping and instead just pulling her roughly back onto his waiting cock.

Roland would endure their constant use of his new body throughout the night and into the early hours of the following morning, until finally the three tired themselves to the point of exhaustion and fell into a deep slumber. Once the sound of their snoring filled the cool night air, Roland made his escape. Rolling back over onto one of Ulric's daggers to use it to cut through his bindings and freeing his hands, he next snuck up beside the passed out panther to retrieve Virgil's sword. The vixen gathered what little clothing and a few supplies that were salvageable and headed off into the night and far away from the trio.