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Hypnovember 2023 Day 6: Restrained

Written by: TiranMaster

Jerking upright Jarvis almost immediately regretted the sudden action, the world swam around him as he leaned back and let out a low groan. The dog's arms were bound down, his armor was gone, even his underwear had been stripped from him. "Gods... what happened?" the adventurer groaned, shaking his head slowly as he tried to remember. It didn't take long though, he remembered the Minotaur opening the cage, staring down at him with those intimidating red eyes.

"It's your turn." Jarvis had tried to escape, in a failed attempt to run past the massive brute in a vie for his freedom. This failed though, the Minotaur moved with horrifying speed despite his massive muscles. A giant hand grabbed the dog before tossing him across the hall, and everything had gone black as he'd slammed into a wall. That explained the headache, but now he was forced to face the awful truth.

Sitting in a dark room, Jarvis was stripped of all of his gear, he'd been taken into the sorcerer's domain, and he had yet to see any who left the dungeon return.Taking a look around the room, Jarvis noticed a couple of things, the first was another one of his companions in the room. A pig, his head currently hanging limply, his body similarly naked. "Carn... Carn, you have to wake up!" Despite his words though, his ally did not wake up, he stayed slumped in his seat with only the slightest movements of his chest to denote life.

The other thing that he hadn't expected to see in the room though was a mirror across from him, in fact, the entire wall in front of him was a mirror. It reflected an image of himself, nude, looking small in the large chair, his arms bound down by metal bands. Gritting his teeth, Jarvis attempted to free himself, tugging at the metal bindings on his arms, but it was a fruitless endeavor. Part of the dog hoped that his struggles might awaken his ally, but still the pig slumbered, apparently entrenched in his sleep.

Before Jarvis could attempt another form of escape, the door to the room opened up revealing a huge shadow on the other side, one that had to bend to make sure his horns did not scrape the ceiling. It was the Minotaur, he stepped to the side to reveal a far smaller shape, one whose face was covered in shadows by his cowl. "Ah, look what we have here, it looks like one of our guests awoke prematurely, Minotaur," he said, strolling in with a languid motion.

With a twitch of his hand, the dark sorcerer shut the door behind himself, and it bolted shut with a loud and decisive click. "I apologize, Master," the bull growled, his voice deep, "I did not use your spell to entrance this one into sleep, I accidentally knocked him out myself."

The sorcerer let out an annoyed sound, but he just shook his head. "It's fine, Minotaur, he is not dead, so it works well enough." Now the sorcerer only had eyes for Jarvis, and he pulled back the cowl to reveal a dragonborn man. His eyes were twin mirrors of magic, sigils spiraling where his pupils ought to be, his draconic maw pulling back into a sinister smile. "Well well, adventurer, you have been captured attempting to slay me."

Growling in his chest, Jarvis attempted to look intimidating, his head turning in turn with the sorcerer's movements as he strode to stand in front of the mirror. "You have wrought nothing but evil upon this land, sorcerer, you have stolen homes, destroyed lives, and made these monstrosities," he said, gesturing towards the Minotaur with one of his hands. "More heroes will come, one of us will put an end to your evil!"

"You all need to really work on your monologues," the dragonborn sighed, shaking his head as he gestured towards the corner of the room. Something floated from the darkness, a black metal color with sigils inscribed into it, similar to the one that the Minotaur wore. "Adventurer, my plan is for heroes to come, to prostrate themselves to me to accept my magic. Each and every one of you makes me stronger as I turn you into obedient beasts, and it all starts with this collar." His smile became a wicked grin as Jarvis' stomach dropped in terror, he attempted in vain to pull away, but it was no use as the bindings kept him in place..

The Minotaur made a noise, one of... pleasure? He watched on from within the shadows, his red eyes glowing, the cage around his cock twitching. Was he getting pleasure from watching Jarvis go through this?! The sorcerer managed to get the collar around his neck, the fight was short lived, and soon it slammed shut around his throat. "There we go," the sorcerer said, grinning as he stepped back.

"I'll resist!" Jarvis snapped, wishing desperately he could reach towards his neck to tear the cursed thing away, but he wasn't moving any time soon.

"Again, learn new material," the sorcerer chuckled, and he waved his hand. The sigils on the collar started to glow, Jarvis could see it in the mirror's reflection, and he felt the dark magic start to spread out across his body.

Shifting in his restraints, Jarvis tried to yank himself free, to attack the sorcerer, but most importantly to free himself from the sorcerer's enchanted collar. In the reflection behind the mage, something started to happen to the dog's reflection, he didn't see it at first as he was too busy attempting to free himself. The dragonborn had turned his back on the adventurer, an insult to the fighter, but he clearly did not care. Instead he watched the dog's reflection, able to watch it with his enchanted gaze.

The Jarvis in the mirror started to grow at an incredible rate, his light fur starting to darken, his eyes turning crimson as it swelled in the reflection of the chair breaking free of the restraints easily. If either of the room's other occupants were to look at the dog in the chair though, he was unchanged, his collar glowing red but otherwise not showing any immediate sign of change. From each side of the canine's growing shoulders, a pair of heads started to sprout, each sporting a pair of short horns that the main head developed as well. In the reflection, metal collars locked around the two new heads, their eyes taking on similar red glows as they snapped and snarled. Their fur blackened, all light seeming to vanish from the reflection save for the giant canine and the dragonborn that stood before it.

As the reflection changed, Jarvis almost seemed willingly blind, looking everywhere but his reflection. The magic was gathering in him, he could feel it cocking back like the mechanism of a crossbow. He prayed to the gods above for protection, he cursed and growled as he attempted to break free, but it was all useless. He shouted for his friend a few more times, but the pig didn't respond as his spelled sleep kept him completely comatose.

A small gout of fire billowed from the demonic canine's heads as they snarled and snapped, their body grew larger and larger, evidently not stopping anytime soon. His claws scored the ground where they dragged in the mirror, black marks left on the floor wherever he clawed. His cock grew large, dark, red as it swelled from its sheath. The beastly canine soon grew too large for his hind legs, falling forward to become a giant beastly canine, one that had to hunch over to stand in the room.

Though Minotaur was a large beast, it was clear this canine was even larger, the reflections' eye staring down from on high in the reflection. They saw the sight of a struggling dog, of a bull who was averting his own eyes from his own reflection, and upon the man who they would soon know as their Master. "An amazing piece of work," the dragonborn purred, his own cock having swollen from its slit. "You will be named Ceberus, after the ancient beasts of old, and you will serve me as all of my slaves."

Cerberus' eyes trailed up from the Master to the one who sat upon the throne, its original body, pure and untainted. "May we, Master?" they said in unison, their voices a powerful trifecta that echoes off of the walls of the room.

Jarvis froze as he could hear the voice, and he looked up to see a monstrous trio of dog's heads stared down at him. He couldn't stop himself, he screamed, the terror gripping him as the dragonborn looked at him. "Sic him, Cerberus," the sorcerer cackled.

The creature seemed to leap from the reflection, a shadow of itself, and it rammed itself into the adventurer's body. It overlapped and shrunk as it sank deeper into him, the collar glowing a bright red color as Jarvis' body thrashed and his eyes took on a bright red hue. "No! Stop, please!' he screamed, but it didn't stop. As Cerberus took root in him, the dog moaned and whimpered as his body twitched and his soul was infused with the corrupt beast.

The dragonborn grinned wide as he watched the adventurer's eyes flicker and his body twitched before he went limp. The room was silent, the dog was notably missing a reflection as his body sat still, silent, his cock the only part standing erect. It was still rather humanoid in appearance, but the transformation would take hold of that too in the future. The Minotaur snorted in pleasure, watching the process that he himself had gone through.

Within Jarvis' head, he was faced with a hellish landscape, and a monstrous dog that didn't resemble him in the least. "Poor little Jarvis, so foolish to think he can fight the Master's power," one of the heads sneered.

"Weak little Jarvis, captured so easily by our powerful Master," another said, chuckling as fire danced in his maw.

"Delicious little Jarvis, a morsel to be consumed by our master's magic," the final central head said, and he opened his maw wide. Jarvis tried to move, but his legs were locked in place, so he could do nothing as he was swallowed by Cerberus.

Finally something changed, the adventurer's fur started to dark, slightly, it wouldn't take on its full pitch black hue until sometime later, but the sorcerer could see it. The adventurer's muscles swelled, his cock thickened, reddening a bit as it sharpened in appearance. Two small nubs poked up from his head as he whimpered, the collar still glowing a bright red as his eyes fluttered open. They were red, not as bright as the Minotaur's, but red all the same. He slowly turned his head up and saw a reflection of himself, Jarvis sitting in the throne, strapped down once more. "What... did you do to me?" he growled, his voice a little deeper, an echo of what it was to become.

"Oh Cerberus, you are going to make for a great guardian, one day. Once you've gone through proper training," the sorcerer chuckled.

"That's not my name," the dog growled, his growl deeper than before, a small amount of smoke rolling out of his nostrils. "What... how did I?" The dog looked down to see his fur, darker, coarser as well, and his cock... "No... NO, change me back!"

"That is enough, Cerberus, your training starts now," the sorcerer said, and he snapped his fingers. The collar lit up, hot and bright, and Jarvis' eyes burned bright in response as he suddenly went completely still. "You will stay at my side as a guard for the time being, as all of your brother beasts have." The restraints snapped open and the dog stood up, stepping down as he stared into his reflection. Jarvis stared back at his body from the reflection, horrified as he mirrored the actions. "Take your place, beast," the Master commanded.

Stepping to the dragonborn's side, Cerberus did not speak, did not think, he merely obeyed his Master. He could feel the seeds of that great beast's corruption in his mind, that huge creature that he would one day become, three headed, a monster. The Master walked forward and his new dog fell in line, the pair soon standing in front of the still unconscious pig. "Time to wake up," the Master said, and snapped his fingers to awaken his next plaything.