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The Chase for a Minotaur

Written by: TiranMaster

Inspired by the works of: Pridebeef

Ducking down, Bern's horns barely managed to fit through the entryway of his own house, the minotaur's face pulling into a scowl. No matter how much he loved his house, he detested the fact that he'd managed to make the doorway into his house slightly too low for his horns to avoid. "Fix it someday," he grumbled to himself, closing the door behind himself and grunting in relief as he scratched the back of his furred head. It had been an arduous day of tending to the crops outside and managing his livestock, the bestial chimera that so many others would find terrifying and unwieldy.

Glancing out his window, Bernard smiled at the three headed creatures that walked their enclosures distant from one another. Any regular mortal would surely be killed by the beasts, but as a minotaur he was able to cow the beasts before they could attack him. Now he had three of them, they were docile enough when he was around, and when their snake tails reared up to attack him he would just take the bite. His thick hide was able to mitigate the worst of the bite, and the poison just caused him a rash under his fur.

Walking over to the fireplace, the minotaur kneeled down and grabbed a few pieces of firewood nearby from his ever shrinking pile. Scowling at the wood, Bern added it to his mental checklist for the day, it wasn't quite nightfall, and he really didn't want to have to chop wood in the middle of the night due to his own negligence. "Damn," he groaned, knowing that he'd have sore shoulders in the morning... Well, it would be fine, he would just grin and bear it.

Lighting up a fire, Bern watched the flames blossom and grow, smiling to himself as the crackling of the firewood lit up the quiet interior of his home. Standing up, he looked about, noting the spots of his house that he would have to clean sooner or later... Probably later, he was already being more productive than he would like with the firewood. All in all, today was shaping up to be a rather quiet day, he'd grown weary of too many adventurers coming to his home in an attempt to slay a minotaur for themselves.

The last time someone had been here had been over two months ago, and Bernard was thankful for that. His parents had raised him with the intention of him being much like them, guardians of a labyrinth or a great treasure. Of course, Bern had declined such a honor, he found the idea of just being a muscled brute for someone else to be a tedious and onerous life. Not only that, but he rather enjoyed being alive, and though his parents had promised him an afterlife that would undoubtedly satisfy their bloodlust, he'd made them quite upset when he'd walked away to instead become a farmer.

Of course, it was easy enough to say that he would like to be a farmer and be left alone, but adventurers weren't so easily swayed. When he'd first constructed his house, it had been day after day of warriors coming up to him, decrying his attempt to "corrupt the land with his brand of evil". It had been a fruitless endeavor to try and inform them that he only meant to plant his crops, mind his own animals, and live a tranquil life. So, he'd had to put some of his parents' lessons to use, and clobber them until they left him alone.

So it had been for the first year of his life in this cabin, beating up adventurers who claimed that he was a menace to society, or a demonic blight that meant to devour souls. Frankly, some days Bernard considered going down to the nearby adventurers guild and destroying it just so he could have some rest... but thankfully, it seemed that most of the adventurers had put together that he really didn't mean any harm. The occasional adventurer popped their head up now and again, but mostly he was left to himself.

Adjusting an axe on the wall, Bernard stepped back and cocked his head this way and that, debating on if he should move it. It had be his father's weapon, and though Bernard and the older minotaur hadn't quite seen eye to eye, his father had insisted he take the weapon for self defense. So far, Bernard hadn't put it to use once, and he had kept it in his storage area for years now as he'd not wanted any adventurers to use it as proof of his desire to do misdeeds. Now, the minotaur wanted to use it as decoration, after all, he enjoyed a nice axe as much as any other minotaur did... though not necessarily for its practical uses.

There was a knock on the door, Bernard glanced over at it, a sudden tension in his stomach as he glanced out the window to see if his chimeras were okay. They were sleeping, that was... odd. The chimeras usually were very good at being an early warning system for whenever adventurers approached, and they rarely slept while the sun was still out. Taking a hesitant step towards the door, Bernard glanced over at the axe, considering it for the briefest of moments before shaking his head. "One moment!" he shouted towards the door, walking over to a large wardrobe and opening it up to reveal Bernard's scant offering of clothing.

Whenever a human came over, Bernard made it a point to meet them in proper clothing, even if it was a real nuisance to wear. The minotaur despised wearing clothing, it never felt proper to put over his thick brown pelt, but the clothing helped dampen people's thoughts of a brutal war loving minotaur. He pulled on an oversized tunic along with a pair of leather pants, the irony never quite lost on him, and finally a belt to help hold on the pants. Shutting the wardrobe, Bernard took a long breath and released it before strolling over to the door.

The visitor on the other side wasn't what Bernard was expecting, it was a trio of men, well... men wasn't quite right. Beastmen were more fitting, all of them very large, muscled, and wearing naught but loincloths. One of them was a lion, his muscles slightly tensed, as if prepared for an attack. Another was a lizardman, his dark green scales glittering under the dimming light of day, his tongue forked out and tested the air for a moment, but he said nothing. Finally was a werewolf, taller than the other two, though not quite as buff as them. The first two stood to either side and behind the werewolf, what set Bernard's nerves on edge was the blank gaze the two had, they stared right past him with no real acknowledgement of him. The werewolf on the other hand, he looked right at Bernard, his clear blue eyes looking up into Bernard's for a moment before they traveled down his body, as if to size him up.

"What're ya wearin' that fool's getup for?" the werewolf growled, his voice was rough, not unintelligibly so, but it took Bern a moment to put the words together.

Feeling suddenly a little embarrassed at his outfit, Bernard shrugged before refocusing his gaze on the werewolf's eyes. "I honestly don't think that is any of your business. What are you doing on my stead?" he asked, not threatening in any way, but he certainly did not have a welcoming note in his voice.

The werewolf grinned, showing off sharp teeth, straightening up a little to come a bit closer to the minotaur's own massive height. "We're here to introduce ourselves, ya see, we're part of a new band of adventurers. Our leader; he heard word of ya, so he sent us your way to come and offer an invitation."

"Not interested," Bern said flatly, not desiring to hear another word. He still had no intention of willingly involving himself in violence, but more than that, he was extremely wary of the three. The werewolf seemed... normal enough, though it was notable that he was in his wolven form during the day. Not impossible, nor was it completely unheard of for a werewolf to do so, but it was... certainly strange. Especially in company with the other two who had yet to say a word, instead they continued to gaze forward, unmoving save for the slightest shifts of their bodies and their creepy blinking eyes. "I apologize for being so blunt, but I have no desire to participate in any sort of violence. Now, will you please kindly leave? I hate to be rude, but I have things to do before the sun sets."

The werewolf's eyes narrowed, though his smile never quite left his face, that didn't exactly set Bernard at ease as his fangs were still on show. "Please reconsider, if nothing else, would you be interested in meeting with our leader? He helped my friends here see differently, they were once hesitant as well."

Both of the beastly men said nothing, instead they just briefly flexed their muscles, their powerful bodies rippling with the effort. Now Bern knew he wasn't interested in this, he wasn't exactly certain what this "leader" did, but he had no intention of finding out. These two had yet to say a word, and their expressionless faces were causing him to believe that they were ensorceled. "I think it's about time you left," Bern said, now stepping forward, flexing his own impressive muscles now. The shirt he'd put on creaked ominously, not made for any sort of proper strenuous activity, but it managed to hold even as his abs tensed and his muscles bulged. "I don't know why you've chosen to bother me, but I can promise you that there will be no good from trying to strong arm me. Now leave, go bother another minotaur. There are plenty that are interested in war and bloodshed."

Silence hung between the werewolf and Bernard, the pair staring at each other, the wolf's smile slowly fading into a frown. The two muscled beastmen tensed, keen for a command... but it never came. "Let us go," the werewolf growled, he turned away and stared back towards the path that had led them here. "My apologies for bothering you, sir minotaur. Please, have a good night."

Bernard didn't relax until he saw the last of them walking down the path, the last sign of them being the muscled backs of the lion and the lizardman. "Perhaps... it would be best if I took a night's leave," Bern murmured to himself. He felt extremely unsafe right at that moment, and though he hated leaving his cabin untended, he had no doubt that they would be back.

Putting out the fire in his fireplace, Bernard started preparing everything for his absence, setting all of his precious keepsakes in a hidden safe underneath the floorboards. Going outside, the minotaur looked at his chimeras with tension, unsure of what to do. He worried that they would be slain by adventurers... but it would be cruel to leave them pinned up, easy to be killed without him around. So with a heavy heard, he opened up their enclosures, waking up them up with a gentle hand. The leonine head of his first one looked at him with a feline's calculating gaze, while the goat's head let out an aggravated bleat. "Go on, get out of here," Bernard commanded, gesturing towards the exit.

It took less cajoling than he thought, but Bernard managed to get each one out, it took about an hour's work as he didn't want to release them too close to one another. Chimera had a habit of fighting amongst themselves, and though Bernard knew that they would likely be killed... he couldn't stomach the idea of his beloved animals slaying one another. The minotaur let out a long sigh as he watched them leave before he got back to work, going back into the house to pack his things.

The axe came off of the wall, feeling both odd and familiar in his head, he strapped it to his back, now bare once more. He put on a heavy loincloth, one that he only wore when he prepared himself for any sort of combat. It was well taken care of, oiled to perfection, and barely scratched due to Bern's disdain of fighting... but he was practical. It wouldn't due to have an enemy take a swipe at his nether regions, and all it took was one lucky strike to lay a minotaur low.

It was within two hours of the strangers' arrival before Bern was walking off into the woods, anger burning in the minotaur's gut. He despised having to take these precautions, and he could hope that nothing might come of this, but he didn't trust those men. This leader of theirs, he'd done something to at least two of them, and he wasn't even certain if the werewolf was working under his own direction. He set off deep into the forest, deciding that he would camp out there for at least two nights.

No other minotaurs resided in this forest, part of the reason he'd chosen his home. Bernard had hopes that he would be able to settle peacefully in his cabin, but he had also been practical, a vast forest at the rear of his house would make for a great escape if a larger group of adventurers had truly set their minds to slaying him. Now, here he was, setting off from his home due to a group of adventurers... though truthfully, it wasn't in the way he'd ever imagined.

Setting off deep into the forest, Bernard didn't stop moving until nearly midnight. He doubled back on his path three times during the trip, trying to lead any would-be followers away. Though truth be told, he wasn't well versed in such ploys, and considering he'd started so late in the day he was rather weary. So, though he would prefer to go deeper, he decided that this was far enough... at least for tonight. Perhaps the next day he would go further, but an optimistic part of himself said that he was severely overthinking it all.

Making himself a makeshift camp for the night, Bernard didn't bother to set a fire as he knew it would be foolish, and instead relied on his powerful night vision. It was one of those rare times he was truly glad to be a minotaur, being a labyrinth lurking species, they had powerful eyes that were capable of penetrating the darkness. Sitting in the darkness, away from the comfort of his home, Bern sat and contemplated the day's events. It had been such a normal day, such a peaceful day, and then suddenly everything went very awry with the arrival of those strange beastmen.

Occasional hoots and growls penetrated the small clearing that Bernard had chosen, the noises causing him to glance around, unable to quiet fall asleep in the comfort he'd desired. Of course, he doubted he would sleep well until he was back in his home once more. He allowed himself to wander his mind, thinking about his home, and the comforts that waited for him there... and then he heard the cracks of the underbrush.

Jerking upright, Bernard pulled the axe from his back, his eyes narrowing as his heart started beating a bit faster. "Who's there?" he growled, his deep rumbling voice enough to intimidate away any normal adventurers.

Sadly, the person who entered the clearing wasn't a normal adventurer, instead it was the lion beastman, his amber eyes narrowed into predatory slits. He prowled forward, on all fours, more like a beast than the man he could be. "You should leave," Bernard growled, slowly climbing up to his feet, his axe's edge glinting in the moonlight.

"Our leader desires your allegiance, Minotaur," the lion growled, his voice surprisingly husky, his once blank eyes now more focused. "He has sent his most loyal servants out to find you, and I am fortunate enough to be the one to track you down."

The lion stayed there, at the edge of the clearing, watching Bernard, clearly waiting for the massive bull man to make the first move. "I'm not certain of what your leader has done to you, but clearly you aren't in your right mind, lion," the minotaur said slowly, his hands clenching tighter on the heft of the axe, "but if you turn away, I won't do anything I will regret."

That seemed to set the lion off, he let out a powerful roar and leapt at Bernard, the minotaur shocked at the speed and suddenness of the attack. He managed to block a swipe from the beastman, keeping the axe's powerful wooden heft between himself and any swipes that the lion made. Each attack was powerful, coordinated, and the minotaur was now very glad for his loincloth. If the lion struck at him with such speeds at his lower region, he was concerned that he might not be able to protect himself there. "So slow, so weak!" the lion laughed, his eyes wide and his mouth pulled into a giant smile. "The master was right, you're lazy, lumbering, you're the perfect prey to bring into his fold!"

Anger sparked in Bernard's chest, his eyes narrowed, and he changed tactics. Before, he was purely defensive, but now he decided for a more offensive route. With a bellow, he launched himself forward, much to the lion's own disbelief. He managed to push the lion back up against a tree, wedging the haft of his axe underneath the man's throat, and held him up against the trunk. "Leave! Me! Alone!" Bern roared into his face, watching as the lion clutched at the axe weakly.

He had no intention of killing this lion, even now, but Bernard wasn't against knocking the lion unconscious. He watched as the lion's eyes turned from panicked into... something calculating, but more than that they turned a vivid purple. He felt his stomach clench as the lion's hand pulled away from the axe, self preservation apparently abandoned. The lion's claw traced its way around the outside of Bernard's left pectoral, a pain burning there as he dug his claw in to draw the line. The arc ended just before it hit his sternum, the hand pulling away before the lion spoke in a choked voice. "The first mark is struck." The lion then grinned, before his eyes fluttered and he fell unconscious.

Bernard staggered back a moment later, gripping at where he'd been cut by the lion, a welling of anxiety springing up in him. Looking down, he saw where he'd been cut... but no, there was... nothing there. He'd felt the pain, he knew he had, but the minotaur couldn't find any sign of being hurt. "What... was that?"

The minotaur now felt extremely unsafe here, he'd made a lot of noise, and the lion had found him here. It was time to move, whether or not he wanted to, it was only a matter of time before the others found him. So he picked up his meager possessions, and went further into the forest, deciding against doubling back this time, and instead making his way deep... very deep into the forest. Soon he heard the stomping of trolls nearby, the growls of dire wolves, and he felt a pang of nostalgia for the labyrinth of his youth strike him. This place was dangerous for most, but oddly enough, he felt safer here than he had out in his cabin.

Time slipped past as the minotaur went deeper still, to the point that he was growing extremely weary, his vision blurry, and his head aching. Though Bernard wanted to go a little further, he also risked being attacked with no hope of protecting himself. So with a weary sigh, he leaned against a withered tree, the blackened bark scraping at his thick pelt. "'Ll just... lay here... for a little..." Bern grunted, his eyes shutting before he could give his surroundings one more once over... and fell into a deep sleep.

***

_Marching with the others, his axe held in hand, his companions looking up at him with glowing purple eyes. They all walked completely nude, their cocks swinging freely, their muscled forms all kept in peak condition. The Master would not accept any least. He desired all of his playthings to be always strong, capable of protecting him, and able to fulfill his carnal needs. Something hung heavy in his nostrils, and upon his bare nipples. He looked down, noticing a thick heavy ring swinging from his nostrils, marking him as a beast, not a person.

He froze, feeling something was wrong here, he shouldn't be here... he had a name. Bernard, he was a person, he wasn't a beast to be commanded. "No... I won't... I won't do this, I'm not your plaything." His words echoed into the dreamscape, the foggy forest about them starting to fade already as the cloaked figure that led them turned around.

Underneath the cloak, the shaded outline of a muzzle twisted up in a smile, the glint of glasses the only thing that the minotaur could make out. "Do not worry, you will be. Just like the others, you will submit, and you will love me all the while." There was a flash of purple eyes, all three of the other beasts' eyes glowing the same vivid color, and then everything went black._

***

Jerking upright, Bernard hissed as his chest stung where the lion's claw had traced, his hand reaching up to touch the spot. When he looked down, he saw the faintest outline of... a tattoo? It was hard to see, almost non-existant, but he could see a dark black line tracing down the side of his pectoral. When he reached up to touch it, he let out a hiss as his cock twitched, a rush of arousal coursing through him. Purple eyes, the glint of glasses, and the need to obey. The minotaur groaned as he clutched at his head, underneath his loincloth his cock hardened up just a little. "Bastard," Bernard hissed, recognizing the beginnings of a spell. "I have to... have to get away."

"Get away from what?" The questioning voice seemed amused, and Bernard's head jerked up to look into the tree to see the wolf sitting there, an apple clutched in his hand. The wolf's blue eyes glittered with amusement as his legs swung, his cock rigid between his legs. "Hello there, big guy, hope you had a nice dream."

"You!" Bern growled, standing up and jumping away from the tree, his axe readied between his hands. He found himself hesitating as he looked down at it, seeing a reflection of his face in it, expression one of doubt and concern. Was he just going to keep trying to knock these guys out, or would it be more practical to actually... kill them? The thought had his stomach curling, he hadn't killed since his days in the labyrinth under the tutelage of his family, he'd never enjoyed it and hadn't participated in any of it willingly. "Please, leave me alone," he said, turning his head up... only to see the wolf wasn't there.

The sound of rustling leaves behind him caused the minotaur to turn around, the wolf standing just a few feet away from him, finishing off the apple in his hand with a few powerful snaps of his jaw. He chuckled, patting at a couple of daggers strapped at his waist. The loincloth from earlier was completely gone, and that fact made Bernard pause. Had the lion last night been wearing one? It had been fast, and dark, so the minotaur hadn't paid too much attention to what the feline beastman had been wearing. "Mister Minotaur, our leader is a benevolent leader, he only wants to make you happy. He has made all of us happy, before all of us were loners too, but he made us see sense and join forces." He let out a throaty moan as his cock twitched, hsi eyes glazing over. "He has shown us many amazing things."

This time, Bernard was the one to go on the offensive, twisting his axe so that the blade wouldn't strike the wolf, he swung with a massive roar. The early morning's sunlight glinted off of the axe as it came in for a swing, and the wolf managed to jump over it with an easy grin. Despite his tall frame, he was surprisingly limber, landing briefly on the axe with one paw before springing off of it. His daggers were already in his hands as well, Bernard not having an opportunity to see him draw them. The minotaur yelped in shock as he felt the wolf land right at his back, and the sensation of the wolf's blade drew in close to his tail. "I don't think you need this," the wolf growled, and he felt a snick of the blade.

Rather than any vital parts coming off though, the tie of the loincloth had been cut, allowing for the heavy piece of leather to slide to the ground. "You bastard!" Bernard snarled, and swung his massive hand around with shocking speed. The wolf let out a yelp as his throat was grasped, Bernard swinging him around to face him. "I just want to be left alone, I never wanted violence, I hate hurting people, why can't your 'leader' just see that?!" Bernard snarled, though he had a moment of clarity and realized how close the wolf really was.

Once more, purple eyes took the place of the wolf's blue ones, the minotaur attempted to chuck him away, but once more the wolf's speed managed to beat Bearnard's. He hissed in pain as the wolf's dagger traced a line around the minotaur's right pectoral this time, tracing a duplicate line to the first. "The second mark is drawn." It was the figure's voice, not the wolf's, but the cloaked figure from Bernard's dream.

Letting out a wordless roar of rage, the minotaur chucked his opponent at a nearby tree, and he winced as the werewolf struck it hard. A moment of terror clutched Bernard, he hadn't intended on killing anyone, but... he was angry... angrier than he'd been in a long time. Walking over, he glanced down to see that once more, there was no wound, but so far he saw nothing there, not even a faint tattoo. Kneeling over the fallen wolf, he checked the man's body, and was relieved to find him still breathing. There might be some broken bones, but the wolf would hopefully live from his injuries. "What should I do?" he groaned, rubbing at his forehead. He recognized that he couldn't run from these freaks, they'd tracked him this far, and he had been certain no sane adventurers would come this far into monsters' territory.

Go and face him, defeat the leader. Bernard's eyes flared purple for a moment, though he didn't notice, instead he slowly nodded as he straightened up. The minotaur's cock hardened as he felt something... right come over him. He needed to take on the leader of the adventuring party. Perhaps he could get past the lizardman, avoid him completely, and tell the leader to leave him alone. He glanced over at the loincloth for a moment, his more rational mind telling him to fetch it... leave it. Bernard walked out of the clearing, nude, his eyes a bit dull, the axe still clutched in his hand.

***

Everything seemed strange, muddled, the world foggy around him. Purple eyes peering at him from between the trees, the occasional grunt and moan of deep voices. The minotaur's cock twitched, his arousal raising, his mind turning to ideas of rutting. He could fuck something right now, plant his dick in it, fuck the hell out of any hole. He couldn't quite remember his name... that didn't seem so bad, in fact, it felt easy. Once more his nose felt heavy, something bumping up against his muzzle, but that felt right too. His nipples hung heavy, he vaguely was aware that there were rings there too.

"I like my big beasts to have proper accessories. The others have some too, you'll see them once you've submitted." The beast looked over to see a figure walking next to him, practically strutting, his long fluffy tail wagging happily. "Once all of that free will is stamped out, we'll make for a wonderful party of adventurers. You will all make me rich, and then I can afford to do all sorts of rituals."

This... was wrong... right? The minotaur brought his brows together, grunting as he felt a hand rub up under his massive balls and shaft. "Quiet those incessant thoughts, minotaur. You will be mine soon enough. If you don't stop fighting, I might consider caging up your cock as punishment."

The minotaur let out a low moo of dissatisfaction, finding himself incapable of speaking, instead moaning like a proper beast. He would be a good beast, he would obey...

***

Bernard gasped as he blinked away the purple from his eyes, his cock was dripping like a faucet, his balls felt so heavy. The minotaur struggled to remember what he was doing, why he was doing it, and... and... "Fuck, he's in my head," Bernard moaned, clutching at his head, grabbing onto his horns and shaking his head hard. He vaguely remembered the walking dream he'd had, he'd wanted to be a dumb beast, to obey the leader's words. That fact repulsed him, but also enticed him to stroke his cock. When he looked down, he saw that he now had twin marks on his chest, both of them curving about his pecs, the ink darker than it had been before.

"Follow me." A deep voice rumbled from nearby, Bernard looked up to see him, the lizardman from before. This time though, Bernard saw something new, markings on the lizard's pecs, twins to his own. More than that though, there was a V traced on his pecs, pointing towards his cock. These markings were glowing purple, not so bright that it blinded the minotaur, but impossible to miss. "The master is waiting for you," the lizardman said, his hand resting on a sword at his side.

The minotaur swallowed, knowing that he should attack this lizard... but honestly, he was tired of fighting. He hoped that he could either convince this master to release him, or perhaps... if he was fast enough, he could kill the magic user. Perhaps if he were dead, then not only would Bernard be released, but the others would as well. "Fine," he said, straightening up before gesturing forward. "Take me to him."

No response, the lizardman just turned and started off in the direction that Bernard was already heading. Following after, Bern found himself anxiously clenching and unclenching his hands, thinking about how to do this. He would just need an instant, that's all it took, just a moment for him to leap in and take the leader's head off. That... was easier said than done though... You can submit, kneel before him. An image came to mind, one of the minotaur kneeling down, his cock hard between his legs, presenting himself for the final mark to be traced upon him.

"This is bad... I shouldn't be going with him," Bernard said to himself, yet his legs carried him on, his heart thudding louder, his skin growing warmer with every step. More than that though, the marks were starting to tingle and glow, the minotaur's thoughts becoming a little more muddled. He was falling right into the trap of the leader, and at this point Bernard didn't know how to get out of it.

They stepped out into a clearing, actually... it was the first clearing, the one where he'd fought with the lion. Bernard saw the lion kneeling next to a robed figure, eyes completely blank, face frozen in a blissed out smile. His cock was rigid, standing at attention between his legs, his weapon on the ground next to him, completely untouched. The lizardman walked over to his other side, and fell right into the same position, dropping his weapon, smiling as his eyes glazed over. The wolf wasn't here, but that didn't seem important as Bernard stood in front of the three, his axe still clutched in his hand.

Swallowing felt hard at that moment, Bernard couldn't make out the leader's face, but still he could see the glint of light off of a pair of glasses. "Please..." he said, managing to make a word after too long. "Let me go, I don't want this."

The hooded figure let out a laugh, his voice like bells in the clearing, a light and welcoming sound, He reached out and stroked the heads of both men on either side of himself, apparently unafraid of the minotaur that could rush him. "Oh, but you will! And I believe that part of you already does, my dear beast. You see, all beasts want to be tamed, they just sometimes don't know it!" The figure reached out and pulled his hood down to reveal a vulpine face, his mouth pulled up into a sly smile, his eyes narrowed eagerly behind his glasses.

"A... fox?" the minotaur asked, vaguely thinking that this would be a great opportunity to attack the magic user... but still, he didn't.

"A kitsune, actually," the fox said happily, beaming as his purple eyes sparkled. "One that one day hopes to own a menagerie of beast men, all of them completely obedient to me." He said, preeing slightly as he laid a kiss upon the lizard man's head. "I've always thought that the beast races were so unhappy, always fighting their bestial natures, always wanting to be something better..."

The words felt sick to Bernard, he hated what the kitsune was saying, but the marks were burning brighter, his thoughts growing a bit more hazy. "No... stop, we're people... we have thoughts and feelings of our own. I... I broke out of the labyrinth, I have my own farm."

"True, you're trying to break free of the shackles of your society. But here's the thing, my sweet minotaur." The fox's eyes narrowed, his mouth turned into a cruel smile, and his hand reached out. "I desire to own all beasts, and regardless of how cultured they are... I will break them all."

The marks on Bernard's chest flared up, the air was robbed from the minotaur's lungs as he fumbled and dropped the axe. Kneel, submit. Let him mark you as his possession. The words weren't his, but they sounded like his voice, and his mind was ringing with how loud they were. "Noooo..." he moaned, his voice turning into a moo along the way, his cock rigid as his eyes twinkled with motes of purple magic.

The kitsune started forward, his hand dipping into his robes to pull out a simple artist's brush. "I prefer to have a cleaner method of applying the final rune than using a weapon or claw," he explained, the end of the brush dripping with dark black ink.

They hadn't started far from one another, so Bernard was well aware that it wouldn't take long for the kitsune to be right in front of him, primed and ready to draw the final magic sigil. His muscles tensed, his forehead bulged as a vein rushed, his cock ached with how it longed to cum. "NO!" he roared, jumping up in time to avoid the swipe of the kitsune's brush. "Fuck... you!" he managed, grabbing the kitsune's hand and gripping tight until the fox's hand released the brush.

Grabbing the brush, Bernard crushed it in his opposite hand, his entire body screaming with the red blooded fury of a minotaur. "I won't let you take away my free will!" he snarled, picking the kitsune up bodily and tossing him, though easily twice the distance he'd thrown the wolf.

The kitsune hit the ground and was unconscious leaving Bernard to pant and groan, falling to his knees once more as the magic burning through the marks upon his chest started to fade, the intrusive thoughts fading. "I... it worked..." he groaned, feeling the arousal finally starting to lessen. He looked to the two kneeling in the clearing, but they hadn't moved, instead their faces were stuck in that eerie vacant gaze. "I think... I'll have to finish the job," he said bitterly, reaching over to take the axe... except it was gone.

"Looking for this?" The wolf was in front of him, the axe clutched in one hand, a knife in the other. He looked rough after their battle earlier, but his eyes were still sparkling with purple magic.

"No! But... he's unconscious!" Bernard gasped, he found himself incapable of getting to his feet though, his body was drained after fighting off the kitsune's magic.

"So?" the wolf laughed, grinning as the knife glinted in his hand. "I've been his possession for years now, minotaur. I was his first, and the magic has sunk well and deep... and if you're wondering, no, I don't want to be free." He leaned in, his smile once again growing wide and terrible, "and you won't either after I'm done."

Bernard lunged backwards, a desperate move to protect his stomach, but he wasn't fast enough. He watched as the knife moved with expert speed, tracing across his stomach, not enough to really hurt him, but enough to make the mark. He gasped as the magic started to roar in his ears once more, his thoughts becoming clouded by a haze of purple magic, his gasp shifting into a moan as his eyes rolled up with pleasure. "There you go," the wolf said, patting him gently on the knee as the minotaur's mind was ensnared. "Just let it all go, once the master is awake, you'll have a new purpose."

***

He was nameless, the minotaur didn't mind about that though, the Master loved all of them even without their names. He grinned dumbly as the Master received another sack of gold, they'd completed yet another mission for the kitsune. He never accompanied them of course, after all, it was their job to do as the Master requested. They hunted down monsters, found hidden treasures, and even had defeated a dragon. The minotaur didn't remember how long he'd been with the Master, but he didn't really care. He reached up and absently pinched at one of his pierced nipples, letting out a low moo as he squeezed the flesh there.

"Not here, minotaur," the Master chided, though the minotaur felt a pang of pleasure from his marks as his Master rewarded him. The person paying for the mission looked repulsed by the lewd sight, but none of the beasts cared. Only the Master's words mattered, and they only wore loincloths in polite society. Otherwise, the minotaur and his party would walk about nude, letting their manhoods hang out for their Master to play with.

For a long time, minotaur had been incapable of using his cock, Master had punished him for... something. The bull couldn't remember, not that he minded, he'd just been so happy when he'd finally been allowed to use it again. He'd fucked Master for hours, he'd even fucked th eothers too when they felt like it. They would fuck, exercise, and do missions, all to keep Master happy. "Minotaur, come on, you're going to get lost again," werewolf said, his smile ever present.

"Mooo..." Minotaur bellowed, following after, his eyes dull as he followed his fellow slave. He had moments where he had bigger thoughts, smarter thoughts, but those were always very brief. The minotaur was dumb because Master said all minotaurs were dumb, so he was, and he was happy. His cock pushed up against the loincloth he was wearing, and his mind turned to sex once more... he couldn't wait to fuck Master tonight.

The group of adventurers approached the edge of town, though the kitsune stopped as another group of travelers walked in. He gave them a polite nod and a smile, but the entire time his eyes were focused on a shark beast man who was part of their group. He looked a little uncomfortable as he noted the kitsune's purple eyes upon him, but he gave a nervous wave before keeping up with his group. The others looked to their master, knowing smiles on each of their faces, but the minotaur just continued to look forward with a glazed expression, unaware of anything but the constant urge for sex and to obey.