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Lair of the Minotaur: The First Party

Featuring

Rag the Barbarian,

Brunhilda the Sorceress,

Rune the Knight of the Order of Justice, and

Melvin the Bard

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

With worldbuilding by Rykela, Taiko, and others

Encounters and the party's actions were randomly chosen and voted on by members of the Nocturnal Transmissions Discord channel.

Success or failure depended on random die rolls and other modifiers.

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Brunhilda licked her lips and lifted her wooden staff. It was roughly carved and featured a fork at the end with two blunted tips capped in silver. The lioness almost purred as she waved her staff towards the other three members of her party.

“Anyone need a buff? Maybe some speed? Strength? Maybe… endurance?" she asked, looking at the wolf, reindeer, and panther in turn.

Melvin shook his head. His large antlers twisted in the air as the reindeer tossed his long black hair back over his skinny, gangly shoulders. The reindeer was the youngest of the party, but the bard made up for his lack of experience with a mouth that didn't know wisdom.

“Oh please, like last time when you made my butt grow and I split my pants?" he scoffed. No thanks.

The enormous black panther, who wore only a shallow leather loincloth around his hips, simply shook his head and cross his arms so that the enormous ten-foot-long warstaff he carried leaned against his shoulder. The entire beam was sheathed in a layer of hard steel, and though it weighed several hundred pounds, the enormous panther handled the ten-inch-thick staff like it weighed nothing at all.

The lioness turned towards the wolf, a tall and muscular figure, perhaps the most classically heroic-looking of them all in his shiny plate armor. The wolf grinned and drew his sword as he stared into the black opening of the cave they were sent to explore.

“Hit me. If I'm gonna pull off all of my sweet moves, I'm gonna need some stats," he grunted, drawing his sword and holding it at the ready despite the absence of any danger.

The lioness purred louder and squeezed her thighs together, pinching her dress and pulling it tight around her plump rump. Melvin rolled his eyes as she chanted the spell, fingers twitching towards the wolf as she let out little squeaks and moans, clearly getting off from enhancing the wolf's body.

“Oooh, baby, was that good for you, too?" she finally gasped, paws dropping to her sides before sliding up her hips and belly. She cupped her breasts, pushing them together in her chest as her knees squeezed together and shifted side to side.

“Whatever, you crazy caster," the wolf muttered. “C'mon, let's go already. The sooner we map this cave, the sooner I get a pile of gold coins to spend. Haven't been able to afford a proper meal or a proper fuck in weeks."

The panther grunted and shifted his grip on his warstaff, then strode towards the cave. Melvin followed behind, shadowing the muscular, broad-chested, and nearly naked feline. Brunhilda went next, followed by Rune in the rearguard position.

Almost as soon as they entered the dark tunnel, thanks to light created by Brunhilda's staff, the party was faced with a choice: take the left branch of the tunnel or the right? There wasn't much to distinguish one path from the other - a smooth sandy floor, roughly hewn rock walls, and a damp ceiling covered in moisture and moss.

“Which way should we go?" Melvin asked, peeking out from behind Rag's wide hips.

Brunhilda waved her staff side to side, illuminating the first fifteen or so feet of the identical branches. “Looks like it doesn't really matter."

Rag grunted and set off down the left branch.

“Hey!" Melvin shouted, before scurrying to catch up as his hooves slid across the sand. Brunhilda and Rune glanced at each other, shrugged, and followed.

The path continued on a slightly downwards angle for another hundred feet or so before the party saw light at the end of the tunnel. The light grew brighter and bolder as they neared the entrance arch to a large, wide domed cavern. What really struck the adventurers, though, were the giant piles of money throughout the cave. Gold, silver, and platinum coins; rare antique jewelry and gemstones; gleaming wooden inventions; marble statuary; everything and anything of conceivable value appeared to be present in the giant treasure room.

Rag strode forward through the piles of silver statues near the entrance, then froze. Melvin bumped into his backside, snout ending up between the panther's thick, clenched cheeks, as Rune and Brunhilda came up alongside.

“Wow," the wolf said, staring with wide eyes.

Brunhilda just gulped as Rag's nostrils flared. Behind him, there was a popping sound and the reindeer fell backwards onto his rump.

“What's everyone - oh, shit!"

An enormous direwolf grinned down at the party. He was easily ten feet tall, far larger than even the barbarian black panther. The giant wolf's claws glinted with a gold hue, and when he smiled, golden fangs gleamed at them. The massive, muscular direwolf's chest and belly looked hard as steel, with a pelt that dipped and dived around the bulges of muscles coating his body. The huge male's tail wagged behind his large thighs, from which draped a sheath that was several feet long and climbed up his lower belly, ending just below his belly button.

“Well, well, adventurers, welcome to the Treasury," the wolf said, his bass voice filling the cavern. Gold coins rolled down from the tops of their piles as his voice reverberated. “You may pass through this room unhindered so long as you don't touch anything."

The large eyes pierce the adventurers, and even the usually irrepressible Melvin remained quiet as they gaped at the huge direwolf. This massive beast so early in their exploration? At least he wasn't attacking them - yet.

“Oh? Struck silent by my awesome size?" the direwolf said, his voice turning slightly playful, which was odd coming from such a muscular, huge beast. One of his enormous paws stretched down and wrapped around the base of his sheath, giving it a good firm squeeze. “Maybe you're interested in making a deal for some of these trinkets instead? You do me a favor, and I'll do you one."

The massive direwolf's eyes flicked from Rune to Rag, skipping the twinky reindeer and voluptuous lioness entirely.

“Tell you what," the direwolf growled. “The panther or the wolf blows me good enough, and I'll let you take something fun with you."

Melvin pouted and Brunhilda tried not to look jealous, while Rag and Rune stared at each other, occasionally turning to glance back at the giant direwolf's fearsomely large sheath.

“Well?" Melvin asked, leaning around Rag's hips. “You guys want treasure or not?"

The direwolf grinned and squeezed his thickness again. The black fur splayed under his fingers as his golden claws tickled down the immense length, over his fat sac, and underneath, making a show of lifting his swollen orbs.

“Come on, you just gotta give him a blowjob," Brunhilda said, clenching her thighs as she stared, open-muzzled and drooling, at the fantastically thick direwolf.

Rune shook his head. “As a knight of the Order of Justice, it would go against my-"

Melvin interrupted.

“Oh, shut up, Rune. Rag, it's up to you. C'mon, it's for treasure!"

The panther grunted. His eyes flicked over towards the wolf, and then the massive panther shrugged. As he stepped forward, he shoved his warstaff into Melvin's arms. The gangly reindeer shouted as the huge pole topped him over. It clanged off the floor while Rag approached the direwolf.

“Well, well… I was hoping it would be you," the treasure guardian grunted. His golden claws teased back up around the swells of his balls and over his sheath, where the fat pointed tip of a lupine shaft emerged. It was, like the huge direwolf's claws and teeth, a glistening gold color. As he spoke, more and more of the thick shaft dropped free of the sheath and hung down, pointing towards his balls before the tip slid past the orbs and angled towards his large clawed feet instead. “I like my boys big and muscular…"

Rag's jaws stretched open and his red tongue extended, splaying across the top of the immense golden length. The huge thickness throbbed against the bara-panther's chest and muscle-gut, thickening rapidly as the direwolf huffed and growled. The shaft bulged outwards, flexing forwards until the tip angled towards the panther's muzzle. The sheath stretched outwards from within ast he direwolf kept his paw around the tip of his sheath, preventing what was clearly a jawbreaker of a knot from releasing.

“Well, let's just see how much you want that treasure, little kitty," the direwolf growled, reaching his free paw down to rest atop Rag's head, flattening the buff panther's ears. “Better stretch that jaw wide as you can, little guy…"

Rag's tail twitched behind him and his broad brow creased. The muscular barbarian wasn't used to being called small, but as the massive golden cock pushed against his lips, he could understand why. The incredible wolfcock was easily as long as he was from the hips to head and thicker than his neck. The pointed tip was hard as it smeared across his black fur, leaving a faint trail of glistening liquid gold in its wake.

The direwolf's impatient hips suddenly thrust forward. With the massive paw holding the back of Rag's head in place, there was nowhere for the huge shaft to go but down, and down it went, stretching the suddenly wide-eyed barbarian's muzzle to its limit. The panther was forced to bend over to keep his neck straight as the swollen wolfcock surged deep, stopping only after several feet lodged deep down in the buff panther's chest.

“Ooooh, yeah," the massive direwolf grunted. “Fuck, I love these muscular adventurer types… they're always so damn tight!"

The black panther's muzzle stretched further still, jaw distending as the huge wolf's paws squeezed tighter around the back of Rag's head and the immensely swollen sheath, still keeping his knot locked in tight.

“C'mon, Rag, you can do it!" Melvin called out, while Brunhilda was indiscreetly working a paw between her thighs under the folds of her dress. Rune just stared, obviously erect in his leather pants to the point his steel codpiece was pushed upwards.

The large panther gurgled and began to wriggle as his tail lashed back and forth. The direwolf grinned, tongue hanging out over his golden teeth, before he looked over to the other three adventurers.

“Check this out, ya sluts!" he called, as he quickly moved his paw from around his sheath to join his other paw around the back of Rag's skull.

The black panther's legs and arms locked as the massive golden knot flared out of the sheath a moment later, shoving forwards and driving the huge shaft right up to the base of the large oblong ball of flesh. The direwolf's knees trembled and his biceps swelled as he shoved the panther's body down until the huge maleness distended the muscular feline's large, round belly.

“Mmmh… oh, that's pretty good," the direwolf growled, hips thrusting several feet of shaft back and forth into the stretched panther's muzzle.

“Hang in there, Rag!" Melvin gasped. The front of his leather pants were clearly wet and his paws squeezed around his bulge as he leaned into the lioness, whose shaky legs allowed plenty of drippage to fall to the floor between them.

Rag's chest bulged around the swell of the direwolf's shaft as the enormous treasure guardian's hips slammed forward harder, forcing the huge knot against Rag's lips again and again. The frustrated direwolf's golden claws wrapped around the panther's head, hiding his upper body from view as the feline's hips lifted entirely off the floor, leaving his legs to swing back and forth against the lewd bulge of the pointed lupine tip grinding into him.

“Fuck… open up… I won't be satisfied… mmmmmfffff… until I knot!" the direwolf growled.

“Oh, fuck," Brunhilda purred, closing her eyes as she twitched and went rigid against Melvin, who was panting and moaning himself. Rune tried to appear passive, but he couldn't stop the twitching in his bushy wagging tail.

The massive direwolf dropped to his knees. His impressive balls squeezed between his thighs into the floor as he wetly stroked his huge length back and forth. The panther wriggled and gurgled, streaming pre-cum from his nostrils as the huge male used the muscular barbarian as little more than a warm sleeve, though his mountain frustration over being unable to fit his knot down the panther's throat made his growls grow louder and more intense as the minutes passed.

Finally, after mashing his knot into the gurgling panther's face yet again, the direwolf turned his head towards the other three party members.

“Go ahead and grab something for yourselves and get the fuck out," he moaned. “This slut's gonna stay right here with me until… I'm… satisfied! Fuck! Open that throat, you bitch! Nngh!"

Brunhilda's eyes crossed as more feminine juices splattered against the floor, but Rune began moving immediately. He grabbed Melvin by the arm, then Brunhilda, and dragged them towards the opening at the far end of the cavern. The squelches and groans and sloppy noises of the golden and black direwolf's hard, powerful throatfucking followed them, along with Rag's momentary gasps and grunts.

“Wait… we're just going to leave him?" Melvin gasped.

“You wanna fight that thing?" Rune muttered, snatching the nearest magical-looking object he could as he pulled the lioness along behind him.

“I wouldn't mind," Brunhilda purred, a glazed look in her eyes as she worked both paws between her thighs.

“Fuckin… just… I can't even with you right now," Rune grunted, dragging the lioness on the seat of her rump through the exit.

It was only after they were in the dark hallway to the next room that Rune stopped to examine the artifact he'd grabbed.

Melvin panted for breath as Brunhilda squirmed in the corner against the wall, muzzle open and tongue out as she climaxed loudly. Rune ignored her and examined the magical gear he'd swiped on the way out. It turned out to be a pair of bracers made of platinum with a scale-like motif etched into them all the way around. Rune looked them over, but other than the scale decoration, they didn't appear to offer too much protection. Still, any protection was better than anything, especially after seeing the size of that direwolf. Rag was the biggest adventurer Rune ever met, and for the panther to be outclassed so easily and quickly…

Rune shuddered, then slid the bracers onto his arms. Almost immediately, a feminine, girlish giggle echoed through his head. He whirled around, but nobody was there - just Melvin and Brunhilda still recovering from their arousals. The giggling came again, and Rune turned back around, but again, saw nothing but the dark hallway.

“Uh, Rune?" Melvin asked. “Why are you laughing like that?"

The wolf shook his head. “I'm like, totally not, like laughing."

Brunhilda rolled her head to the side. “Why do you sound like Melvin?" she asked.

Melvin scoffed. “I don't sound like that!"

“Yeah, like, I totally don't sound that way! Hee hee!" Rune said, before clamping his paws over his muzzle.

That was when all three of them noticed the bracers changed color to match the wolf's dark brown and black fur. They sunk into his arms and formed a coat of dark scales across his forearms that glinted in the light of Brunhilda's staff.

“Like, oh my gawd," Rune gasped. His claws scraped down the scales and he winced. “What the fuck, oh my gawd!"

The scales stretched down Rune's hands, leaving him with talons instead of claws, then spread up his arms, rapidly covering them with more of the scales, absorbing his fur along the way. The heavy, ridged scales spread over his neck and face, and he dragged his claws over his muzzle as it expanded. His nostrils spread apart as plump, dark red lips puffed up over his bright white fangs. The wolf's steel armor shifted over his chest as it swelled outwards. Rune groaned in a high-pitched feminine voice as he shifted his fingers lower and groped at the sudden breasts developing under his armor, while lower on his back, the scales ran down his tail, enlarging it at the base. His hips stretched wide, forcing the leather threads on his pants to pull apart at the seams.

“Like, oh my gawd!" he gasped again as long eyelashes fluttered. His lips pursed as the long, tapered dragon-tail swept side to side with agitation. “Mmmmfff… ooh, I feel, like, you know, so horny!"

The front of Rune's pants stretched outwards, flexing against a large wet spot that was joined by a second from between her legs. The dragon-wolf's eyes closed as she squeezed her thick, plump thighs together, and the stretching caused by her long, strong legs shifting side to side split her leather pants around her tail. Dozens of pounds of plump, scaled dragon-rump shoved backwards, suddenly freed, while in the front, a huge, dark red maleness thrust forwards, ripping free of the leather. It was pointed at the tip and ridged with flesh down the sides, and reached well past the curves of her still-growing chest. Armor clanked to the floor around the growing dragoness as she filled out, 100 percent curves and then some. Her gasps and giggles echoed off the stone floor and walls as she grew a foot or so taller, but several feet wider, especially her ample hips and sturdy chest. Her dark red shaft stretched between her breasts, the tip bobbing in front of her muzzle, as she spread her plump lips and grinned.

“Oh my gawd, like, I am so totally fuckable!" she purred, pointed tail tip lashing side to side. “Mmmh… oh, fuck… this feels so good!"

Melvin and Brunhilda stared at Rune the not-wolf as she teased her fingers between her thighs and shifted side to side, fully naked but for the glossy jewelry, and fully aroused, not seeming to care as she played with her enormous, scaled dragonballs until beads of clear pre-cum dribbled from her pointed dark red tip.

Rune perked her head up as a pair of horns, the finishing touch to her transformation, grew from the top of her skull and pointed backwards.

“Wow… like, do you two wanna fuck?" Rune asked, hips swinging side to side as she grinned over at the other two.

Around the dragoness's neck, a large platinum choker shimmered into existence. Along the bottom edge that draped over her collarbones, the words “Property of Rykela" were etched into the edge. Matching platinum ear piercings, nipple rings, and collars for her wrists, ankles, and tail appeared as well. When she pulled at them, they refused to budge.

“Do you think he's stuck like that forever?" Melvin murmured to Brunhilda.

The lioness shuddered as she focused her eyes on the dragon's massive cock and licked her lips. “Let's hope so."

“Mmmmhh… I guess we better not do it here," Rune said, grinning and giggling as she turned around, flaunting her massive hips and bouncing bubble butt. “C'mon, let's keep going! I wanna get more shiny treasure! Hee hee! Enough to make a pile I can fuck you on! Mmph!"

As the dragoness turned to advance down the corridor, sudden wisps of wind surrounded her, eddies playfully teasing around the plump, slutty dragoness's fat nipples and full balls, carrying her musk straight into the noses of her other two party members. The wind was unnatural - there were no air currents this deep in a cave, after all. Had Rune picked up some new magical abilities thanks to his transformation into a bimbofied dragoness?

Melvin and Brunhilda exchanged glances as they followed their transformed party member deeper into the Lair…

The party continued down the corridor. Rune's horns nearly scraped against the ceiling and her jostling, plump breasts jiggled side to side, drawing the attention of both Melvin and Brunhilda who stared, fascinated by the wanton display, from behind. The new dragon giggled often, maintaining a running commentary on everything as they spotted light in the distance and approached another room.

“Oooh, look! That stalactite looks just like a big ol' di-"

“Shhhhh!"

Melvin shushed the dragoness and squeezed his way around her hips and thighs, face mooshing into her supple scales as he shoved past. Rune's enormous dragonlength twitched and slapped the gangly reindeer twink across the muzzle as he failed to duck the half-hard stalk when it swung to the side.

“Whoops! What did you need, Melvin? Hee hee!"

“Shhhhhhhhhh!"

The reindeer crept forward and glanced into the next chamber. It was, like the previous room, a large, roughly rectangular cavern with a vaulted cavern roof full of stalactites. A maze of heavy tables made from crudely hacked and roped together logs filled the floor of the cavern, and each table contained a pile of related objects. One table overflowed with swords, and the one next to it with knives, while a third in the row featured spiked morningstars and maces. Another row had different types of armor, while another had food, another books, and so on. Melvin's eyes widened as he saw all the loot so neatly organized and licked his lips.

Rune leaned over the reindeer. Her immense breasts wrapped around and settled into the reindeer's antlers, forcing the smaller male onto his hands and knees. It took the bard all his strength to keep from squashing his instrument underneath him as the dragoness giggled.

“Wow! Lookit all that stuff!"

“Getcher tits off me, you big fat- oof!"

Brunhilda squeezed past the dragoness on the other side, though her paw swept up and expertly caught the massive, dark red dragon dong in the center, stopping it from swatting her muzzle, as she peered past the flattened reindeer.

“I don't see any monsters," she said. “I mean, we'd notice if there was another direwolf that size."

The lioness slowly rubbed her paw over the half-hard dragon cock as she looked over the room, scanning for traps. Her fingers absent-mindedly squeezed and caressed the giggling dragoness, whose hips began to hump at the reindeer's backside, swinging her massive balls against the back of Melvin's thighs. The long-limbed reindeer's protests fell on deaf ears as the feline and draconic adventurers studied the cavern.

“Like, I don't see any traps, but you never know?"

Brunhilda's ears twitched at the way the dragoness's voice turned upwards at the end, and her fingers gripped the impressive ridges of the fat dragoncock in her fingers more tightly.

“Alright, let me go first and see."

Brunhilda stepped forward slowly into the cavern, gingerly testing the first few steps before shrugging.

“There's lots of foot traffic through here," she said, pointing at scuff marks along the ground. “We shouldn't stay long."

“-mfafafuckin' off me, you heifer!"

Melvin lurched forward, sliding his rack from under the dragoness's rack and falling forward onto his chin with his plump, wide hips sticking up in the air and his shirt folded over his antlers. The gangly reindeer got to his feet and dusted himself off, only for the huge dragoness to squish into him from behind again. This time, her breasts surrounded his face, leaving only his muzzle exposed, while his antlers pulled down against the tops of her breasts, near her shoulders, so that when she stood up straight, he found himself hanging from her chest, trapped in her cleavage.

“Seriously?" he asked, lips pouting and limbs hanging, defeated.

“Oooh, look at all these cool shields!" the dragoness said, bouncing her way past Brunhilda with the reindeer still squirming in her cleavage, legs draping around the swell of her half-hard maleness.

The sorceress, however, was more interested in another object sitting by itself on a table towards the middle of the room. Why was it all alone?

As she approached the table, Brunhilda's eyes widened. The lioness grinned and stretched out a paw, grasping the top of the large bottle, which was filled with a thick white fluid.

“Do you know what this is?" she said, turning towards the dragoness and the reindeer hanging by the antlers from her cleavage.

Melvin, who had both paws wrapped around the base of the dragoness's cock to keep himself from swinging too much, replied first. “I can't see shit because this big-tittied monster won't let me-mmff!"

Rune's chest squeezed around Melvin's lips as she leaned forward to investigate the bottle. Her eyes blinked with surprise.

“A Potion of Blessing?" she asked.

Brunhilda nodded. “These are incredibly rare! But each one is unique and must be drunk properly for it to bless the party."

“-mmffff! If it's a potion of blessing, it has to be drunk properly for it work," Melvin said, using his paws to pull and push Rune's soft, warm, heavy breasts to the side so that he could see. When the dragoness leaned forward far enough, he slid forward and landed on his hooves in front of her, finally disengaged from the massive adventurer. He quickly took another step forward as her thick maleness throbbed between his thighs.

Brunhilda turned the bottle around, but it was unmarked save for the traditional white glow of a proper Potion of Blessing. The lioness's ears suddenly stood and swiveled around towards the far end of the room where the exit lay.

“Someone's coming! No, a group! Listen!" she hissed.

All three adventurers ducked down. The lioness clutched the bottle to her chest as Melvin was knocked forward by the dragoness's breasts. Rune grinned and stifled a giggle as her hard, plump nipples squeezed into the plump-hipped femboy reindeer's backside.

At the exit, the faint voices became clearer, and was joined by a clattering of metal on metal. A group of half a dozen kobolds entered the cavern, each holding an armful of dented, beaten-up armor of various types and styles.

“So anyways, I told him, look, you know I can and will take the knot, but you can't expect me to twenty minutes before my shift!" one of the kobolds said. He was bright pink, with a dragon-like muzzle and skinny, lithe frame, curving outwards at the hips to incorporate a plump, thick backside, over which his long tail draped. The tail was plump at the base and narrowed towards the tip.

“Oh my gawd, right?" a pale blue kobold next to him said. “Listen, we all like a good knot, but your wolf's gotta get his watch checked!"

The other kobolds chorused agreement. They were all different colors - red, orange, white, and a second, darker blue - but uniform in their twinky, thick-rumped body type. Their uniform was also shared: each kobold wore a jock strap of a color that matched their supple, scaled hides, wrapping their bulges up nicely while keeping their plump hindquarters lifted. They all wore tight wrappings made of a soft ribbon around their chests from the belly up, accentuating their curvy hips and lean torsos.

“Whew! Glad this was the last load of trash," the red kobold said, unloading his armful of dirty armor onto one of the tables. He was maybe only twenty feet from the three adventurers. “Say, you all wanna pay a visit to Sli'then after work?"

The light blue kobold nodded. “Oooh, I'm in! Gawd, I'm such a slut for Sli'then." The kobold giggled and dropped a piece of armor onto the floor. As he bent down to pick up the battered helmet, he froze, eyes locked on the trio of adventurers he could see crouched behind the table legs. “Hey!"

The other five kobolds saw the adventurers a moment later, and all six of their tails shot up into the air.

“Intruders!" the white-scaled kobold cried out. “Intruders! Adventurers! Help!"

“Don't hurt us!" the dark blue one shouted, both hands going into the air. “I surrender! I'll suck your dick!"

“Yeah, I'll suck your dick too!" the orange one pleaded. “You can fuck me! All three of you!"

Brunhilda glanced at Melvin and Rune, then cautiously stood up. The others followed suit as they walked towards the group of kneeling, pleading kobolds.

“Uh… you can relax," Melvin said. “We're just here to explore the caves."

The red-scaled kobold was the first to speak up. “You're not here for the Minotaur?"

“The Minotaur?" Rune asked. “Like, a real, live minotaur? Oh, boy!"

The kobolds shook their heads and murmured disagreement.

“No, the Minotaur is terrifying! He runs the labyrinth. We work for him," the red kobold said. “Why are you here if you're not after him?"

The dark blue one nudged the red one. “Another entrance must have opened up. The guards are getting sloppy again."

“Hmmph. Maybe we should stop getting sloppy with them if they're shirking their duties."

“Yeah, now we gotta fuck all these adventurers just so they don't kill us!"

“No! Don't kill me! I'll suck your dick! Twice!"

“Three times!"

“Throat me, daddy!"

Brunhilda turned to huddle with the other two, still clutching the bottle against her chest.

“Okay. Here's the plan," she said.

“Oh, I love plans!" Rune squealed, jiggling her chest side to side so that she bounced off both lioness and reindeer. “I love making plans, setting plans into motion, distributing plans…"

“Okay, shut up. Listen. This Potion of Blessing. We're gonna share it with these guys. I got a feeling this is a test. Like, you know, one of those morality traps. If we drink it ourselves, it'll probably go south, right?"

Melvin nodded. “I mean… I guess it makes sense. Shouldn't we just hold onto it and sell it, though?"

“I'll guarantee it'll go bad the moment we take it out of the room," Brunhilda said. She closed her eyes, and a faint aura of magical energy appeared around the busty lioness. “Yeah, definitely. Morality trap, for sure."

Rune stood up straight and bounced her way over to the kobolds, who shrank back and prostrated themselves in front of the giant dragoness.

“Relax, guys. Let's have a drink, instead! There's no need to fight!"

The kobolds looked suspicious.

“Wait… you're not gonna kill us?" the dark blue one asked.

“I'll suck your dick!" the orange kobold screamed.

“God, just shut up and take a swig," Brunhilda said, thrusting the bottle towards the orange kobold.

The kobold did as he was told, pulling off the stopper and taking a few deep slugs of the thick, sticky white Potion of Blessing. He gasped as he pulled the bottle away, and a few white strands clung to his plump lips, keeping him connected to the bottle until his long tongue stretched out and scooped up the remains. The other kobolds stared expectantly, perhaps wondering what horrible fate awaited him, but after a few moments when nothing happened, the next kobold took a drink.

“Mmmm! It tastes… familiar," the orange one said, grinning.

Eventually the bottle made its way back to Melvin, who passed it to Brunhilda, and finally to Rune. The large dragoness greedily drained the bottle before sticking her tongue down the neck. The powerful muscle slapped against the insides of the bottle hard enough to make Brunhilda bite her lower lip and several of the kobolds to groan. Rune shamelessly cleaned the bottle and then some before pulling it away and smacking her lips.

“You're right!" she said, giggling. “It does taste familiar! Hee hee!"

The dragoness's dark red shaft, which had relaxed to the point of being able to drape heavily down her oversized, dark brown and black balls, suddenly pumped upwards, lifting and flexing and throbbing into full, powerful arousal. The dragoness let out a surprised gasp and reached both arms past her swollen tits to grab her shaft, immediately stroking and pumping it as a few cups of clear pre-cum bubbled from the tip.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?" Brunhilda snapped. “Sure, we'd all like to show off a big dick like that, but now's not the time to… to… ooooooooohhhhhh…"

Brunhilda dropped to her knees, staff clattering onto the floor, and shuddered, head tipping back and feline muzzle stretching wide open. A yowl of heat rushed from her throat as her knees trembled beneath her. Melvin gasped and fell forward, one paw supporting him as the other stretched down into his pants, where his maleness was as hard as he could ever remember it.

A chorus of high-pitched, feminine moans drifted from the kobolds as they, too, suffered an intensely pleasurable heat. Their shoulders and hips slid and ground against each other, forming a pile of multi-hued kobold bodies squirming and wriggling and moaning.

Rune stomped forward, barely able to stand, and tore her hands from her aching maleness. The first kobold she snatched from the pile - the orange one - wriggled in her large fingers as she pulled his hips to the tip of her thickness. There was no foreplay given nor wanted, and the kobold's stretchy, tight, velvet insides soon massaged the dragon's intensely hard shaft. Rune fell forward, squeezing the kobold down to the floor with her chest, as she shoved forwards, impaling him with the entirety of her length. The kobold's belly and chest distended outwards as the fat, pointed dark red tip forced its way deeper and deeper into the stretchable dragonling's body. Rune groaned and moaned, thrusting harder as she used her claws to shove the squirming kobold harder downwards, until his muzzle popped open and the head of her length thrust out into the open air. A stream of clear pre-cum flexed out of the tip, splattering the red kobold across the chest and belly. Rune's claws snatched at him next, dragging him from the pile and tugging his muzzle down towards the tip of her huge cock. Because of the dragoness's plump, oversized breasts, which draped heavily around his head and shoulders, he didn't realize she'd already pumped all the way through the orange kobold. His eyes widened and his hips squirmed as her cock shoved into his throat and then some, filling his belly with a few pints of thick dragonseed moments later. The orange and red kobolds' muzzle smooshed together in a stretched-out kiss as the dragoness leaned back, allowing her impressive length to lift upwards, carrying both fully impaled and partly-impaled kobolds along with her.

The lioness pounced at the same time, hungrily grasping the dark blue kobold's hips. Her thighs squeezed around him as she ground her rump against his belly and snarled with need. The kobold's eyes widened as his cock throbbed against her warmth through his revealing jock strap, and he let out a quavering moan as she slashed it with her claws and guided his cock into her with a single smooth, eager motion. Brunhilda's chest pressed forward as her head dropped back, body arching with feline grace as she sank down around the kobold's surprisingly thick shaft. It wasn't the longest the lioness ever took, but the blunt, thick dick more than did the trick. Within a few strokes, the lioness had her claws pinning the kobold's wrists down to the floor as she humped away, each time yowling and hissing as one heated blast of passion erupted after another.

Melvin, not to be outdone by the lioness or the dragoness, took on the last three kobolds by himself. The light blue, pink, and white-scaled kobolds took up positions - two behind and one in front - as the long-limbed reindeer settled onto all fours. His muzzle filled with thick kobold cock before he could blink, and he grunted as the pink dragon-lizard thrust into his muzzle. The fat, round-tipped length throbbed across the reindeer's thick, dark red tongue as the feminine male closed his eyes and groaned around it, only interrupted when the kobold hilted and filled his throat. Behind, the white and light blue kobolds stood side-by-side, both cocks angling towards the reindeer's rump. They entered simultaneously, both throbbing, drooling kobold dicks stretching Melvin's tight ring wide. The reindeer lurched forward and gagged on the cock shoved into his muzzle as his eyes widened and his fingers dug into the sandy floor. The reindeer's balls jerked forward and back as the alternating rhythm of all three kobolds quickly pushed Melvin's already heated, lust-impaired state past the breaking point. The reindeer's pale pink shaft sprayed one load of thick white seed across the floor beneath his belly after another as the kobolds erupted inside him once, twice, three times, never stopping their desperate rhythm.

“Fuuuuuuck," the pink one gasped. “He's so tight. Oh, fuck… I'm gonna… cum… again!"

“Not before… me!" the blue one said, both of his small hands slapping down around Melvin's rump.

“His muzzle is… oooooh… heaven, I bet," the white-scaled kobold moaned. “I wanna try it… n-n-neeeeext!"

Nearby, Rune settled onto her rump, legs spread to the sides in front of her around the enormous bulge of her huge balls. The dragoness's breasts fell to the sides as she worked her paws up and down, forcing the two kobolds stretched across her massive dragonstalk to squeeze their way over her incredible length. The red kobold throating her cock gurgled, and white seed sprayed from his nostrils as his belly bloated. When he was shoved face-first into the other kobold run all the way through by the oversized dragoness, the thick shots of dragon jizz filling him flooded back out and into the orange kobold's muzzle instead, quickly causing his belly to stretch even wider and tighter.

Brunhilda's tail squeezed around the kobold underneath her as her whole body lifted and settled with an impossibly fast pace. The lioness chanted under her breath, amplifying her speed and the power in her tense, strong thighs as the kobold between them wheezed and gasped, a look of agonized pleasure on his face as the lioness powered down into his hips again and again, milking his kobold-cock until it was firing constantly, pumping without stop.

“That's a good boy," the lioness growled, claws sinking into the small male's shoulders. Her dress stretched lower, and her heavy breasts flopped out as she rolled her hips forward, scooting along the male's thighs, squeezing his body into the floor with each tight, circular thrust. “UUuuuuugnnnnnggggghhh!"

Melvin's cheeks bulged as the pink kobold slammed home and held himself there, thick dick pumping fat loads of cream down the gulping reindeer's muzzle. Melvin's shaft pulsed, still throbbing, a constant orgasm powered by the twin assault on his prostate from behind. The white and light blue kobolds pawed at the reindeer's thick hips as they slung themselves in, alternating past each other, keeping the reindeer's rump perpetually full of horny kobold cock.

Things continued this way for nearly half an hour, and for half an hour after that in short bursts of flagging energy. Eventually, with the floor covered in an inch or so of kobold, dragoness, lioness, and reindeer cum, the three adventurers roused themselves. As they stood, dripping, they realized the powerful lust that prompted the sudden orgy had faded, and instead a light, magical glow surrounded them. All of the thick pools of cum began to shrink as the glow intensified around the adventurers and the kobolds, from a generalized circle to a form-fitting, bright white outline. A magical wind swept through the cavern as the last of the thick white seed disappeared, pulled into the blessing bestowed upon the party.

“Wow… guess we drank it the right way," Melvin said. The reindeer looked around and found his clothes nearby where the kobolds tossed them. As he dressed, Bruinhilda followed suit. Rune, who didn't appear ready to both with clothes, just giggled and bounced from kobold to kobold, giving each a good squeeze.

“See you boys later!" the dragoness said. “Mmph, they're just so cute! I could take them all home with me."

“You sure six would be enough to keep you satisfied?" Melvin asked, sarcasm heavy in his inflection.

“Oh, you're right! I better wait for a bigger group! Hee hee!"

The party, now with a blessing that promised protection, turned towards the exit, leaving the exhausted, satisfied kobolds behind.

The tunnel narrowed at the exit, and the adventurers followed it, choosing the left branch when they came upon it. As they approached the now familiar circle of light denoting the entrance to the next room, Brunhilda, who marched ahead of Rune and Melvin, held up a paw, signalling for the party to slow down as they approached.

An eerie silver and red glow pulsed from within the room, illuminating the entrance to the tunnel. Brunhilda and the others peeked around the corner, with the lioness sandwiched between the dragoness's chest and the reindeer's antlers.

All three gaped at the huge, magically charged crystal suspended above an obsidian altar in the center of the room. The altar was massive, easily ten feet on each of its six sides. A pentagram was carved into the surface of the otherwise flat obsidian altar and filled with a bright white liquid. The crystal was long and smooth. It was fat at one end, then narrowed towards the tip, which crowned and flared outwards dramatically. Dark magical energies rippled up and down the enormous crystal and played tricks on the eyes of the three adventurers, appearing to flex and stretch like a flesh-and-blood maleness.

The otherwise bare, empty room featured a single exit on the far side of the chamber. The walls were about twenty feet away from the altar on all sides. Other than the low buzz of energy in the air, which made Brunhilda's pelt stand on end, the Dungeon Heart was silent.

“Is that… what I think it is?" the sorceress asked, tail twitching.

“I think so. We might have stumbled on the most powerful artifact in the entire dungeon."

The lioness took a step forward. Her eyes glazed and her tail went limp as she inhaled, nostrils flaring.

“It's so powerful," she whispered.

Rune crinkled her muzzle, though there was no denying the phallic crystal was having an effect on the dragoness as her thick, freshly used stalk climbed into the air again and throbbed against Melvin's back. The reindeer scooted away so that the huge tip dragged down his backside, making Rune moan plaintively.

“I can feel it too," she crooned. “Like, it feels really good…"

Melvin shuddered and shook his head. “Don't let it get to you," he warned. “You've gotta resist the temptation!"

“But if we can… shut this thing off… the whole dungeon will be weakened," the lioness said, her voice trailing off to a rough, throat growl. “You heard the kobolds. The Minotaur sounds like a scary bastard."

Melvin frowned. “I don't know. Have you dealt with one of these before?"

Brunhilda's eyes widened. Beneath the dress, her nipples pressed outwards, obviously hard. She licked her lips and shook her head and tail.

“I've only read about them. They're immensely powerful. I can… I can feel the magic from here. But I think I can handle it. My old teacher once… ooooh… he once disarmed a Dungeon Heart."

The lioness trembled as a streak of warm fluids rolled down the insides of her plush thighs, hidden from the other two party members by her long, form-fitting gown. She squeezed her fingers around the staff in her paw until the fur on her knuckles splayed.

Melvin and Rune looked at each other, sharing a quick shrug. The dragoness turned her attention back to the sorceress.

“I know, like, absolutely nothing about magic, so, like, I guess it's your call," she said. “I mean, I can tell it's powerful and all, so maybe it'd be good to shut it down."

The dragoness's thick tail slid side to side across her plump rump cheeks as her fully erect maleness leaked a few drizzles of clear pre-cum onto the floor.

Next to her, the reindeer nodded his head. “I guess so… I've never even heard of them before. You sure, Brunhilda?"

The lioness nodded, clenched her jaw, and managed to squeak out a quick, “Yes!"

She turned and strode towards the altar, though her steps fumbled slightly each time as she felt waves of energy radiating from the phallic crystal structure. Melvin and Rune stepped into the chamber fully as they watched the lioness cross the twenty feet or so of sandy floor between them and the altar. Her steps slowed more and more as she moved forward, like the curvy lioness was moving in slow motion. Her breathing grew even more strained, causing her dress to pull taut across her heaving chest. The lioness's tail whipped behind her as though it were caught in a fierce windstorm, and the scent of her musky, sharp arousal blew back into the other members of her party.

“Brunhilda? Are you okay?" Melvin called out.

The lioness ignored him. She was maybe ten feet away from the altar and each step took all her concentration to not fall to the ground. Puddles formed by her paws and smeared across the sandy floor by the hem of her dress. Her long, low moans and groans rumbled from her chest as she pushed her palms flat to her belly. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and surged forward, struggling for half the remaining distance before slowing. A few more surges of strength, and Brunhilda found herself close enough to touch the obsidian altar. The red crystal floated about five feet above the center of the square altar. The lioness shrieked when she grasped the edge of the obsidian and her entire lower half vibrated. As she crawled onto the top of the altar, her gown pulled in tight around her hips and thighs, causing a veritable flood of orgasmic juices to flow down the drapery as she crawled forward, each movement sending the briefest, intense impulses of pleasure through her system. The lioness grit her teeth, struggling the last few feet until she managed to get directly beneath the crystal.

The radiating, pulsing waves of magical energy both terrified and aroused her. The lioness stretched her arm upwards, wincing, eyes half-closed as her hips ground into the altar, dry humping the obsidian desperately as she tried to focus all of her will into her fingertips, which drifted closer, closer to the sparking, rippling black energies coursing through the throbbing red crystal. The Heart of the Dungeon glowed brighter, filling the lioness's pupils with shooting bands of black magic.

Her palm flattened against the crystal.

Almost immediately, the power in the gemstone dimmed. The lioness's pelt lay flat and a smile spread across her muzzle as the heat in her belly lessened. The adventurer took a few deep breaths as she turned her head to smile at her two fellow party members, both of whom approached the altar now that the crystal was dormant.

“Whew!" Brunhilda said. Her palm remained flat to the crystal, causing a patch of dark gray to form on the surface around her paw. “That was easier than I… than I… than… I…"

A white glow suddenly surrounded all three adventurers.

“Wait, this is the Potion of Blessing!" Melvin said. His eyes went wide and he took a step back. “Brunhilda, get away! Don't try to stop it aga-"

The lioness's jaw went slack. A blinding, angry red surge of energy blasted from the crystal, filling the entire chamber in its powerful glow, scattering the white magic of the blessing into the ether. Brunhilda's paw floofed outwards, enlarging by half and turning a deep brown shade. Her retractable claws turned non-retractable and glinted as the rapid transformation continued up her arm, bulging the skin and pulling her golden pelt outwards before thick muscles and shaggy brown fur filled into its place. Black electricity surged around the lioness, burning away her clothes and encasing her body in a thick cloud of smoke. When it cleared a moment later, a seven-foot-tall direwolf with an enormous deep red maleness and a pair of breasts almost twice as large as what Brunhilda possessed before crouched on the altar. The transformed adventurer's blood red eyes narrowed on Melvin and Rune as she slowly got to her feet. The direwolf's enormous shaft flexed upwards as a thick knot easily as large as her full, swollen sac squeezed out of her sheath. Her hard, muscular abdomen clenched beneath her chest as she stood up to her full height, then let out a loud, ringing howl. Her chest shoved forward along with her massive canine shaft; the tip erupted with a gush of lupine seed that sizzled across the obsidian altar.

Black tendrils of electric energy shot from the enraged crystal, entangling both dragoness and reindeer. Melvin's body twisted and turned as he was lifted into the air and levitated over the altar, transforming in the same manner as Brunhilda had along the way. The effeminate squeals and gasps the twinky reindeer managed to make before his blunt, wide muzzle sharpened along with his teeth rang out loud and clear over the first direwolf's lustful howls.

Rune's back arched and her legs and arms stretched in every direction. The crystal pulsed, hotter and angrier, as it found its magics blocked by the draconically enchanted jewelry the transformed Rune wore. The black lightning crackled, completely enveloping the busty dragoness. She cried out and went spread-eagle in mid-air as additional beams of powerful energies surged from the crystal, striking her in the tits, balls, shaft, and thighs, sinking into her body and jiggling her massive, curvy figure.

The metal jewelry around her neck, tail, wrists, and ankles blackened, going from a bright shiny platinum to a glossy obsidian finish. As soon as it happened, the dragoness's body sprouted a deep layer of shaggy dark brown fur across her shoulders, back and face, though her supple, smooth dragon-scales remained to cover her enormous breasts and plump, smooth belly. Her dark red dragonstalk curled over her stomach, retaining the fleshy, thick ridges down the sides while adding in a rump-wrecker of a knot that inflated up and squeezed into the diredragon's thighs. Her howl rang out loudest of the three as the magic caused shaggy fur to extend down her swinging tail, hybridizing her as it corrupted the adventure.

Only once all three former adventurers howled towards the ceiling, full arousals and transformed direwolf bodies on display, did the angry red crystal calm down, returning to a soothing, rhythmic throb of dark magical power. The three former adventurers slid against it, caressing and worshipping the Heart of the Dungeon as it claimed them for its own…

* * *

In another part of the dungeon not too far away, the gold-clawed treasure-keeper paused in mid-stroke. The bloated, rounded body of the barapanther bounced on his immense cock, impaled so that his belly pulled outwards away from him, the formerly hard, round muscle gut now sloshing and loose with thick direseed.

The enormous treasure keeper wrapped his paws around the panther's body, which now sported a coat of pure, solid gold from head to toe. Even the panther's eyes glittered like gems, and he found movement difficult the longer the massive direwolf abused his warm, flexible body. The past few hours of knotfucking alone had driven the barbarian deep into a lustful, brainlocked stupor, and he whimpered as, for the first time since the direwolf claimed him, he felt the huge, thick, golden canine cock pull fully from his body. He slumped forward, gurgling as he rolled onto his side and twitched, impossibly bloated and stretched.

The huge direwolf lifted his nose into the air and sniffed. He took a step forward, pushing his broad footpaw down across the panther's bloated belly. Rag's tail, which was far bushier and wolf-like than before, wagged furious as the large male's muzzle stretched open, allowing a huge fountain of direjizz to fire from his muzzle into the air. The panther's cock, solid gold and featuring a hard canine knot, slapped against his lower belly with a dull, metallic thud.

“Heh… Rag was your name, huh? I think I'll call you Cumrag from now on. Or maybe Cumstatue. Ha!"

The treasure keeper grinned as he scented the air, keeping the pressure on his rapidly draining statuesque panther all the while.

“Smell that, slut? I've got a feeling you're going to see your friends a lot sooner than you expected."

The direwolf paused, threw back his head, and let out a huge howl. Rag followed suit, though his howl was interrupted by another fountain of gushing cum forced out of his golden body by the dire's foot.

The big male waited a moment, then smirked, ears cocked.

“Hear that, Cumrag? Three new toys for me to play with… maybe I'll let them finish converting you."

“Nnnnggghhhh…"

“What's that, stud?" the dire grunted, leaning down and finally pulling his foot away. The panther-direwolf hybrid's belly remained swollen and sloshing with gallons upon gallons of jizz. “Say something, Cumrag?"

“Nnnnnggggghhhhhh…"

“Heh heh… fuck you harder? Make you beg? Both at the same time? You got it. And so do your cute little adventurer friends, too…"

The wet sounds of the massive direwolf's enormous knot spreading open the howling panther again and again was met with a trio of howls in response, which drew closer and closer by the moment…

ADVENTURE REPORT

Rag the Barbarian: transformed living statue of golden direwolf-panther hybrid

Brunhilda the Sorceress: transformed into a corrupted direwolf

Rune the Knight of the Order of Justice: transformed into a corrupted bimbo-dragon-direwolf

Melvin the Bard: transformed into a corrupted direwolf

The End