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The Labyrinth of Transformation is a livestream RPG-ish gameshow. Contestants are transformed in various ways while attempting to complete three challenges. Characters are (C) their owners.

Want to get a spot in the Labyrinth? Keep an eye out for livestream announcements. Players are chosen at random from the spectators. Some rounds are patron-only, where only people who support me on Patreon (www.patreon.com/danath) are eligible for the drawing.

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Round 1: Vishki

Bright floodlights illuminated the amphitheater, which wrapped in a half-circle around the stone entrance to the Labyrinth. A large movie screen hung above, currently displaying "The Labyrinth of Transformation" in large red letters. In smaller white lettering on black beneath, the words "A Game from the Producers of A Matter of Inches and Questionable Content" scrolled slowly across.

Ushers guided audience members to their seats. There were two cameras set up outside of the Labyrinth - one to track the host on stage and another for the audience. The action occurring inside the labyrinth would display on the movie screen as the contestants advanced through the maze.

Once the audience was settled, the floodlights changed focus to illuminate only the stage. From behind a small red curtain on the right-hand side, a dapper white rabbit in a navy blue suit emerged. He held a small microphone in his paw as he walked onto the stage, waving as the audience applauded.

"Hello and welcome to the first episode of the Labyrinth of Transformation!" he said, holding the microphone close to his muzzle. "Each of today's contestant will face three challenges in the Labyrinth, all generated by our state-of-the-art technical systems. Contestants who overcome all three challenges will win a week in one of our fabulous Pleasure Suites, while those who fail will spend a month in their transformed state attempting to prevent other contestants from making it through."

The rabbit smiled as he walked across the stage, towards a small podium made of clear plastic. He motioned to the large button on the top.

"As they progress, our contestants will receive the Patented Transformational Chemicals, which will endow them with various strange and unusual transformations!"

On the movie screen, in the lower right corner, a scrolling list of various transformations appeared.

"But rather than spend the whole episode explaining things, let's get right into the action with our first contestant!"

The audience lights came up. A few spotlights swung across the faces of the crowd.

"Please welcome to the stage... Vishki!"

After a few moments, the audience-cam found its target. Vishki strode down the marble steps towards the stage, a stunning figure of draconic beauty. Standing ten-foot-one, she towered over many of the people in the audience, but moved with fluid grace. Taut, finely knit blue scales covered her body. From between her shoulder blades, a pair of intricately scaled wings curled in against her backside. The dragon's long white hair framed her large blue muzzle and eyes, which never quite seemed to stay the same color from moment to moment as the lights flashed over them.

The dragoness strode confidently onto the stage and stood next to the rabbit, who glanced up at her with a slight expression of alarm at the clothing she wore. Or rather, didn't wear. A tight white t-shirt tied up in a knot under her midriff clung to her ample chest, while lower down, past her smooth, exposed belly, a pair of denim shorts struggled to contain an obvious male bulge.

The rabbit extended his paw, holding the microphone towards the tall dragon.

"Welcome to the show, Vishki!" he said. "Where are you from?"

"From the sunny shores of California!" the dragoness said, smiling at the camera.

The rabbit walked towards the entrance of the cave and Vishki followed, padding along on her large bare feet, complete with large claws of a slightly darker blue hue than her scales. Large gold earrings pierced the dragon's ears, two in the right and one in the left. She rubbed the left one with her fingers, perhaps a small sign of nerves, as she faced the entrance. The large metal grate was down, blocking the way for the moment.

The rabbit moved back to the podium. "Okay, Vishki. Are you ready?"

The dragoness nodded, lips tight.

"Here we go!"

The white rabbit pressed the red button. The scrolling list in the corner of the screen expanded to fill the entire thing. Dozens of options scrolled through rapidly, too fast to read, until finally slowing.

"Your first transformation will be... Never Forget Leg Day!"

The heavy metal grate groaned as the audience cheered. When the entrance opened, Vishki took a breath, glanced over her shoulder at the crowd, and stepped inside.

The heavy grate slammed shut behind the blue dragoness. The narrow corridor opened up further on, but for the moment, she was inside a cramped stone hallway. There was a hissing noise from both sides; a moment later, a thick pink mist filled the air. Vishki's eyes watered as the aerosol version of the chemicals entered her body through her lungs. Designed for rapid absorption, she quickly received the first dose of the chemicals. A warm feeling grew in the pit of her belly as she took a few deep breaths, finding the sensation of inhaling the pink vapors strangely comfortable.

Never Forget Leg Day? she thought to herself. That was a new one. She took a step forward and shivered as the warm feeling intensified, spreading rapidly to her limbs. Her thighs and calves especially tingled as she moved slowly down the narrow hallway. With each step, the muscular fibers in her legs flexed, strengthening, growing, thickening up and pressing outwards against her smooth blue scales. She grunted as her claws dug into the cracks of the stone floor beneath her large digitrade feet. Moment by moment, her legs grew beefier and more powerful, until the short legs of her tight denim shorts tore at the edges, fraying the well-worn fabric.

Back in the crowd, members of the audience cheered as some of the many hundreds of cameras inside the procedurally-generated maze showed some spectacular close-ups of the dragoness's well-formed lower half. Her rump thickened up quite a bit as well, matching the growth in her powerful trunk-like thighs. Her tail, which ran over the waist of the shorts, swung side to side, sometimes knocking into the stone walls. It, too, thickened up considerably, right down to the tip.

Of course, besides the transformation, there were the other planned side effects. Vishki's tight white t-shirt clung to her heavy chest, stretched enough that the dragon's large, dark blue nips were clearly outlined. Her denim short-shorts struggled to hold together as her maleness throbbed. Arousal surged up the dragon's spine and she stumbled a bit, and put her hand on the wall to steady herself.

She groaned as her legs flexed again. They were noticeably larger than before. They were the legs of someone who could squat hundreds and hundreds of pounds: broad, powerful, muscular. Vishki grinned. They ought to give this stuff to people who race bicycles. Of course, that would mean riding with a massive boner the whole way, but there were worse things in life...

The blue dragon's thoughts focused on her task as she approached the end of the hallway and what would be her first challenge...

The hallway opened up into a large grotto. Ferns and palm trees surrounded a small, shallow pool of clear water. What caught the dragoness's eye, however, were the various wolves in the grotto. While their pelt colors varied from black to brown to lighter shades of tan, each was over six feet tall, very muscular, and packing quite a lot of equipment. The dragoness stared as one particularly large wolf jumped into the pool and swam around on her backside. Her heavy breasts and fat sheath floated above the water. There were at least half a dozen of the creatures, some swimming, others lounging by the edge of the water on the stones. A few huts sat nearby; smoke rose from the interiors.

"Look! Intruder!"

Vishki turned quickly to the left, where a black-furred wolf stood, pointing a finger at her. Within moments, the dragoness was surrounded.

The crowd outside the Labyrinth watched, some whispering to each other as they wondered at the outcome. On the screen, below the scene, the dragoness's stats flashed. "SPD 2" turned dark red and the audience gasped.

The rabbit held up a paw on the stage. "Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen... Vishki will have one chance to turn the tides!"

The dragoness shuddered as she felt the wolves crowd in close. Some of the more adventurous ones reached out and grabbed at her arms. Others tried to get a grip on her newly grown legs. Heavy sheaths pressed into her sides as the wolf pack swarmed around her.

"Wait! Geroff! Mmph!"

Back in the audience, on the screen, Vishki's STR and END stats lit up... then turned dark red like her SPD statistic. The audience groaned as the numbers faded. The first challenge wasn't going so well for the dragoness...

"Move it!"

A deep, rough voice broke through the chatter of the wolves. Massive paws pulled bodies away from the dragoness. Vishki's eyes went wide as she saw who had cleared the pack away: the alpha. The naked wolf smirked at the dragoness, despite being several feet shorter and a hundred or two pounds lighter. Her heavy breasts were massive, each melon bigger than her head, and a massive red wolf-cock draped from her sheath, reaching nearly to her knees even in its flaccid state. No wonder this one was the alpha. Vishki tried to pull away, but other members of the pack held tight to her arms and legs. Even with as powerful as she was, they had the numbers advantage. Plus, they were simulations, generated by the Labyrinth. No matter how strong she really was, she still had to play by the rules.

"Nobody crosses our territory without my permission!" the alpha growled. Her finger poked the dragon in the belly.

"How do I get your permission?" Vishki asked. She tried to move, and could lift her legs some even with the wolves holding her back, but escaping was, for now, out of the question.

The wolf alpha growled again and reached for her cock, lifting it up and stroking it. A small wolf, probably the omega, scurried up and helped her lift the massive schlong. Vishki's mouth dropped open as she watched the incredible length stiffen. The wolves around her panted, groped at her sides and hips. The alpha's pleasured growls echoed through the grotto as the pack dragged the dragoness down near the pool of water.

"Glad you asked," the alpha said. Pack members pushed the dragoness over, onto her hands and knees. The alpha sidled up behind the blue-scaled dragon and let her half-hard cock flop over Vishki's backside. The smooth stalk dribbled clear pre-cum down Vishki's sides as the omega crawled underneath to service her alpha's incredible testicles.

"Wait, isn't there any way we can talk about this first?" Vishki asked. Several of the other wolves laughed.

The alpha just barked as she pulled the dragon's denim shorts down. Vishki tried to curl her tail over, but there were just too many wolves. A few moments later, she felt the tip of the oversized erection sliding between her powerful rump cheeks. The thick, warm shaft throbbed and pulsed as it pushed forward, slipping beneath her tail and squeezing against her ring. Vishki groaned, eyes wide, as the alpha's heavy breasts rested on her lower back. Being shorter, the wolf could get perfect position simply by standing behind the dragon. Claws ran down over Vishki's thighs, tickling their way over the bulges of muscle straining beneath her scales.

Then, the alpha lurched forward. Vishki let out a grunt as she was pushed forward. The omega beneath, squeezed between her powerful thighs, let out a squeak as her legs squeezed together. Her cock hardened up as the arousal built up from the chemicals surged within, putting her into a state of intense heat. The alpha's thickness drove forward, sliding in deep beneath her tail, not stopping until the entire two-foot length throbbed within Vishki's muscular rump. The dragoness groaned and flexed, squeezing down on the large wolf's shaft, gasping as more claws tickled over her body. Pack members squeezed in close, each one bringing a large set of breasts and a rump-stretching shaft to the party. A few of the wolves snapped at each other, fighting for position, as the alpha indulged, pulling her hips back until only the pointed tip of her maleness remained inside, then driving forward until her knot plugged Vishki up. The dragoness let out a deep, guttural moan each time.

The moans ended when one of the wolves finally shoved the others out of the way in front of her and stepped forward, draping a long, half-hard black wolf cock across the dragoness's muzzle. Vishki's eyes crossed as she looked down the veiny length. It was nearly as thick as her forearm. The wolf it was attached to growled and gripped the base, above the knot forming in her sheath, and pushed the tip against Vishki's lips.

Outside the maze, on the screen, large letters appeared over the scene as Vishki's muzzle opened, letting the large length slide across her plump lips. The crowds oohed and aahed as they realized the words were the title of the scenario: "Wolf Den #1." Vishki, of course, wouldn't know until later. Much later, judging from the number of wolves lining up for a piece of the dragon. One large lupine got beneath her and thrust a hard length between her heavy blue breasts. The omega wrapped a paw around the dragon's maleness and squeezed firmly, all while keeping her muzzle wrapped around her alpha's heavy balls. The alpha, for her part, thrust forward heavily, over and over, letting out a variety of grunts and moans.

"I love... giving people... permission!" she growled.

Vishki felt the wolf's orgasm and cried out. The rush of warm wolf seed in her belly made her groan with pleasure around the shaft stuffed down her muzzle. A few other wolves came with their alpha, masturbating themselves and each other or simply rubbing against the dragon's smooth-scaled sides. Two humped her massive legs, eagerly pleasuring themselves. Vishki trembled as the omega's paw slid up and down her length... she bucked hard against the alpha, groaning as the huge knot flexed inwards, stretching her tail hole further and further until the dragoness thought she could take no more...

The knot popped in and the wolf's hips slapped forward. Vishki came, erupting with a gurgling moan. Her shaft throbbed, releasing waves of cum across the wolves underneath her flexing body. Her nipples ached, especially when lupine muzzles wrapped around them, sliding beneath her shirt to get to the juicy bits. The knot plugging up her rump felt incredible and she flexed several times, clenching with all her might around the alpha.

That really set the alpha off, considering the dragon's transformed lower body. Her voice changed to a high-pitched keen as she came. Her massive balls emptied, giving Vishki quite the pot-belly in a matter of minutes.

Vishki closed her eyes, tongue hanging out over her lips as one thick shaft after another slid in, each other dumping an extra load of wolf seed across her tongue or cheeks. She felt well-used as the entire pack took their turns, each contributing to the never-ending bukkake scene. The dragoness groaned as the heat in her belly grew, triggering further changes. Her aching breasts swelled, causing her shirt to stretch around her upper shoulders. The wolves attached to her nipples growled as they found their lips stretching around her engorged teats. Within moments, she'd gained a cup size around her chest. Down lower, her throbbing erection jerked, each time swelling slightly in girth and length. Her heavy blue testicles matched the rapid growth, until her cock was about three inches longer than before.

Outside the Labyrinth, on the screen, a red "X" appeared, signifying a failed challenge. Next to it was "Herm +1" - the punishment Vishki received.

A paw smacked the dragon's rump. Vishki's tail draped over the alpha's shoulder as the dragoness's nostrils flared, inhaling when she could get a breath in.

"Very well, dragon," the wolf said, her voice a low growl of satisfaction. "You have my permission to cross our territory... in about half an hour." The alpha tugged her hips backwards and Vishki's eyes widened as the knot shifted inside her. "Okay, make it forty five minutes."

The crowd applauded at various points during the ensuing hour while Vishki gamely dealt with one erect wolf after another. By the time the alpha's knot had gone down enough, the blue dragoness was a mess. White cum drizzled from her hair, scales, and rump - especially her rump. The alpha's paw gripped her cock as she wiped the excess seed onto the blue dragon's wide bottom, before she gave Vishki another pert smack and growled.

"Thanks for the fun time," she said. "Be sure to visit us again real soon!"

The wolves jeered as she left, cat-calling her to return for more. Vishki, for her part, took a quick dip in the pond to clean herself of the worst of the wolves' emissions. She found her new cock to be quite pleasurable, though, and the increased heft of her chest quite natural considering she had all the lower body strength in the world to support them. She waved at the wolves, who pointed her to the far side of the grotto, where she found a twisting and turning series of stone hallways.

On the screen outside the maze, the words "Achievement Unlocked: Satisfy the Alpha" appeared. After it faded, the scrolling list of transformations on the lower right corner briefly expanded to fill the entire screen. It stopped on "Size 30 Shoes," drawing a few cheers from the audience.

Vishki coughed as a cloud of pink mist suddenly surrounded her, emanating from the stone walls. She inhaled deeply after a moment, when the surprise wore off. The warmth in her stomach continued and she groaned as her cock lurched, shooting off a thick wad of pre-cum against the floor in front of her large blue feet.

The dragoness let out a grunt as those large blue feet grew unexpectedly larger. Her toes wiggled and she held onto the walls with her fingers as her feet swelled rapidly. It was a good thing the dragoness wasn't wearing shoes. They wouldn't have lasted long. The smooth scales drew taut around each toe. All ten remained proportional to the foot itself. The dragoness let out a gasp as her cock lurched again, sending another shot of pre-cum out in an arc. This time, because her feet were so large, the dollop landed across the middle of her right foot. She dug her toes into the stone floor and growled, one paw reaching for her cock, giving it a few firm squeezes as her swelling feet slowed. She'd already been a giant size 28 before; now, she was about fifty percent larger. Combined with the size of her powerful rump and thighs, Vishki knew clothes shopping in this state could be quite difficult. Fortunately, the changes weren't permanent.

Despite the aching need in her loins, the dragon clenched her lips together and moved on, careful not to stub her oversized feet in the narrow hallway. There were several branches and paths to take with no signs or directions, so the dragoness chose blindly, turning down various corridors until she finally came to an opening. She cautiously poked her head out, glancing around, remembering how easily the wolves had caught her before.

The scenery was similar to the grotto from before, but there were no wolves and no pool this time around. Instead, a faint path led through the overgrown plants and trees towards a high stone temple, ancient and old. Many of the stones were broken or chipped, but the entrance to the temple was open. Vishki didn't really think going into the temple itself was a great idea, but when she tried to stray from the path, the foliage grew so dense it made getting through almost impossible.

"Okay, okay, I get it," she growled, returning to the path after running into a large tree.

The dragon's massive feet stomped across the stone pavilion. Her maleness jutted from her hips, bobbing in front of her, just below the swells of her chest. She'd managed to get her t-shirt back down around the massive orbs, but only just, and the white fabric stretched as far as it could to contain her. Her denim shorts also remained, but unzipped in the front - there was no way should could fit in them at her normal size when aroused, and even less so now. The denim creaked dangerously as she walked. Every step caused her massive legs and rump to tear the seams apart just a tiny bit more.

The inside of the temple was well-lit with burning torches set in sconces on the wall at regular intervals. Vishki had no trouble progressing down the hallway. She noticed some of the pictographs and inscriptions carved into the bricks. Most were strange and symbolic, making no sense to her, but a few caught her eye. She leaned in close to one carving of a large snake-like being, examining the detail in the intricate relief.

That's about when a large golden trident settled onto her shoulder. Vishki froze.

"Guards! To me!"

The voice behind Vishki was deep and powerful. The dragon didn't dare move as the trident hovered next to her cheek. Soft sounds of slithering movement echoed down the hallway. No wonder she hadn't heard anyone approach - the sound of her own footsteps would easily drown out the noise of anyone walking towards her.

"Stand up nice and slow and turn around..."

Vishki did as instructed. She stared at the creature holding the trident against her belly. He was a naga, like the two others she could see rushing down the hallway towards her. The one who'd caught her was a tigernaga, with the upper torso of a male tiger and the lower body of a powerful and large serpent. The other guards were a foxnaga and a zebranaga. Despite their drastically different species, all had large serpent tails instead of legs.

There wasn't really a point in running, Vishki knew. She wouldn't be quick enough. Outside the Labyrinth, the movie screen confirmed what many in the audience had guessed, as the SPD stat turned dark red. A few moments later, the INT and END stats lit up, then also faded to dark red. The crowd made noises as they realized Vishki had failed to pass the second challenge already by not being able to escape the temple guards. But what was to be her punishment?

"Move it!"

All three guards kept their tridents trained on the dragoness, forcing her to advance further into the temple, until she found herself in a huge interior room. Sunlight flooded the room, reflected in from the outside through a cunning system of mirrors built into the ceilings and connected to the outside through air vents. There was a large circular dais in the center of the temple room, surrounded by burning candles.

"Lie down there! Move!" the foxnaga said, his voice a growl. "Temple visitors must be cleansed!"

Vishki's ears peeled backwards. "Cleansed?" she asked, legs coming to a halt.

The trident prodded her in the back, forcing her to continue moving up onto the dais.

The three nagas took up positions around the dais, facing away from Vishki. The dragoness moved to the edge, but found some kind of energy field stopped her from reaching past the edge of the stone. She tried her fist, but the field only crackled. Delivering a few kicks from her massive legs didn't have much effect either.

The three nagas began to hum low in their throats. Vishki dropped to her knees as a surge of pleasure made her cock and breasts ache with sudden arousal. Her belly warmed greatly as the field of energy surrounding the stone dais turned opaque. The colors of it shifted rapidly before settling on blue - nearly the same shade as the dragon.

"What are you doing? Let me out!" Vishki cried.

An electric force wrapped around the dragon, collapsing inwards and forcing her to the ground on her back. She let out a moan as energy sparked across her breasts, from nipple to nipple. Thick pre-cum poured from her erection as her hips lifted into the air. The electric energy squeezed the dragon's massive legs together as the naga guards hummed louder.

Vishki moaned and gasped, trying to move and wriggle, but the field held her tightly in place. Her huge toes twitched as they squeezed together more tightly still. Current ran up her shaft, making her gasp. The thick blue stalk bulged as it let fly with shot after shot of musky dragon seed.

Something hot tickled her skin. It felt like burning, but wasn't painful. Smoke rose from the dais and Vishki realized her shorts had been burnt away, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. Not that she'd been hiding anything before, but still...

The humming grew louder still. Vishki's eyes went wide and stayed open as the heat in her gut traveled to her legs. She couldn't see what was happening, but she could feel something strange. Her skin tingled, electrified like the rest of her.

After a few minutes, the humming ceased.

"She is cleansed!" the zebranaga announced.

The field of energy collapsed. Vishki gasped as she dropped a few inches onto the cold stone dais. She tried to bend her legs to stand, but couldn't. She pushed herself up on her arms and looked down... to find she had no legs at all. Instead, her massive thighs and calves and newly-grown feet had fused together. Dark black scales coated her lower half, melding with her upper just below her hips, where her heavy shaft and testicles remained. Unlike the three naga guards, Vishki's lower snake-half was not proportional to her upper, a remnant of the effects of her previous transformations. Instead, her lower body rippled with muscle, larger and thicker and obviously more powerful than the other three. The dragoness shivered as she felt her new "legs" slither forward, carrying her awkwardly towards the edge of the dais.

"Was that really necessary?" she asked, poking a finger into the foxnaga's chest.

He blinked. "All travelers in the temple must be purified," he said simply.

"But I just got that ass!" Vishki cried.

"Travelers must be-"

"Must be purified, yeah yeah," Vishki said, cutting in. She twisted around, glancing down her backside. Hardly any butt to speak of. She scowled. "I'm free to go?"

The nagas pointed to the other side of the temple, where a hallway led slightly upwards. The dragoness slipped a few times on her way as she tried to control the shifting, fluid, side-to-side movement that came with being a naga...

Outside the maze, on the screen, a plus sign appeared for a moment over the dragon's SPD statistic and a minus sign over the END stat. The crowd applauded as the rabbit host spoke.

"No successes yet, but what a transformation!" he said. "Just one more challenge to go... will Vishki be able to get one victory?"

Vishki squared her jaw. Her cock pulsed, constantly leaking a dribble of pre all the way down her lower body. The blue-scaled dragon-naga moved quickly through the temple, enjoying the new mobility her changed body afforded her. Considering how powerful her naga half was, that was very quick indeed.

There was a small path outside of the temple leading into another series of stone-walled hallways. Once she was inside, a familiar pink mist enveloped her. Outside, the audience watched as the scrolling list of options slowed to a halt, finalizing on the enigmatic listing for "Great Goo."

Vishki felt the warmth stir up in her belly again, this time growing to a fiery heat. Four doses were enough to make most people cream right then and there, but these doses were engineered slightly differently from the other shows on which they featured. The changes were made more rapid, but the arousal scaled back slightly. During test runs, some people had collapsed in fits of oblivious masturbation when the chemicals were made too strong.

Vishki trembled, cock jerking, flopping back against her belly before rebounding off. Spurts of pre-cum arced from the tip of her heavy blue stalk as she tried to move forward despite the rapid transformation roiling her heavily altered body. She pressed a palm against the stone wall to try and steady herself, but her paw squished inwards awkwardly. She stopped, blinked, and watched her fingers push against the wall again. They squished together into a formless mass, but as she pulled her arm back, her figure reformed, looking no worse for wear.

"Interesting," the dragon said, trying it again.

She poked at her belly and discovered how unusual it was to feel your own digits tickling around inside yourself. Her body was now less flesh and bone and more gooey gel. The dragoness played around with herself for a few moments, gasping as her fingers stroked over her breasts or across her cock. All of her parts were moldable and meldable, but with the right amount of concentration, she could keep her form solid and unyielding, even more than before. She smiled, realizing this could be quite useful, and let herself go loose all of the sudden. Her scales jiggled as she sunk to the ground, losing all shape as she spread across the stones. A few moments later, however, she reformed, no worse for wear and even more aroused.

By default, she was semi-solid, it seemed, and with a thought, she could turn that solidness up or down. She moved through the hallways, taking the twists and turns at random, as she had before, all while experimenting with her new, gel-like body. With a little practice, she figured out how to take some of her goo from one part of her body and feed it to another. Her breasts swelled three cup sizes, then shrank four as her cock ballooned in girth. She reversed the process, shrinking her cock and waist and putting all of that goo into her breasts, until they filled the hallway from side to side.

Vishki grinned. This could be very fun.

After a few minutes of exploration, the narrow stone opened up into a spectacular mountain vista. The high walls of the snowy peak extended all around her. There was only one path forward, which the dragon-naga moved down quickly, while keeping an eye out for any trouble. The wind blew around her, cold but not uncomfortably so. As she rounded a rocky bend, she came to a stop, eyes going wide for not the first time during her trip.

A massive gorge opened in the earth. The walls of the canyon went straight down into inky blackness. A narrow wooden rope bridge spanned the distance, but Vishki couldn't even see across the other side. The swaying bridge simply disappeared into the fog.

This, fortunately, was not a problem for the dragon-naga, who still had her original wings. Vishki smiled. For once, a challenge would not be so difficult. Vishki opened up the large blue wings behind her back, wondering what flying would be like as a naga. The breeze caught, lifting her a few inches off the ground. She flapped them slowly, gaining a few feet of height, and floated out over the bridge. She kept her tail coiled up against her underside rather than let it hang down exposed.

Despite the blustery wind, it was easy going to cross the chasm. She simply followed the bridge, keeping it in sight about ten to fifteen feet below her at any given time so as not to get lost or off course. Already the thick fog hid the end of the bridge from which she'd left from view. Vishki grinned. She may not have won the game, but at least she'd win one challenge.

A shadow passed over her.

A big shadow.

Vishki rolled onto her back, wings pumping furiously to keep her aloft upside down. She increased the rigidity in her wings to make gliding easier. About thirty feet above her, a huge dragon, much like herself, flew in tight circles, tracking her progress. He was at least twenty feet long, with powerful arms and legs. Vishki could see the muscle on him even from this far away.

Well, nothing was ever easy in the Labyrinth, Vishki though. She dove downwards, flying under the bridge, hoping to lose the larger reptile, but there was a loud, booming roar and a rush of air. The currents of wind the bigger dragon generated as he flew past Vishki knocked her off course, and forced her back over the chasm proper. The bigger dragon flew close again, arms reaching out for her. Vishki dodged one hand, but let out an undignified squawk as the huge dragon's other fist closed around her midsection, plucking her from the air. His hand squeezed her tightly, making bits of her body squeeze out through the cracks in his fingers like soft rubber. Despite being squeezed so, she didn't feel any pain or discomfort, just pressure as her midsection mass was squeezed to fill in her tail and chest. Her breasts expanded several cup sizes as the dragon's grip held her fast.

"Well, well, well... what have we here?"

The crowd watched the scene from outside the Labyrinth. Vishki's SPD stat turned dark red - she hadn't been quick enough to escape outright. But perhaps there was another way.

"I'm just... uh, passing through?" Vishki said. Her tail coiled around the underside of the larger dragon's fist as they soared through the air.

"Nobody crosses my bridge without permission." His huge fist kept a tight grip on Vishki as she tried to slip through the cracks in his fingers.

"That's a familiar theme around here, isn't it?" Vishki asked. "And what do I need to do to get your permission?"

The big dragon smiled, eyes narrowing on the naga in his fingers. "There are a few options... perhaps you could convince me of the best one..."

Vishki glanced down as the dragon stopped flying and merely hovered in mid-air, so high in the air the bridge was no longer visible through the fog. She noticed the package hanging from the massive male's hips as she did and shivered involuntarily. Her cock spit a few barrages of pre-cum into the dragon's palm as she realized the size of him. His sheath alone was nearly three foot across, with a pair of testicles hanging below that would work quite well as oversized beanbags, even for the ten-foot-tall Vishki.

Vishki wasn't sure what options the big dragon meant, but she knew which options she wasn't too crazy about.

"Listen, you're a busy guy, I'm busy, maybe we can just work something out quick, huh?" Vishki said. "Can't you cut me any favors, fellow dragon?"

Outside on the screen, Vishki's INT, STR, and END stats lit up in green... and stayed that way. The crowd cheered as the Labyrinth's first contestant was poised to pass her final challenge.

"In that case," the big dragon said, voice dropping to a purr, "maybe you can help me out..."

He rolled onto his backside and pumped his wings, propelling them through the air. Vishki found herself deposited on his broad, flat belly, just above his oversized sheath.

"Satisfy me by the time we reach the other side and you're free to go," he said. "Fail, and I'll take you home with me until I'm thoroughly satisfied..."

Vishki didn't like the way he said that last part. Her rump clenched at the thought of what he'd do if she weren't able to complete this challenge... Sure, she was made of stretchy goo, but even goo had its limits.

Her naga-half found purchase on the massive dragon's gray scales, propelling her towards his oversized sheath. He hummed with pleasure, purring lightly as the wind whipped around them, while Vishki's arms and torso pressed against the underside of the sheath. Her long naga-half curled around the base, squeezing rhythmically. He was too thick for her to get her arms around, but her tail was more than enough to wrap around two times or more. The huge male groaned as the first few feet of a monstrous dragon stalk slowly pushed free of the white-scaled sheath. The member was slightly pinkish along the stalk, but with patches of mottled black. It extended further as Vishki squeezed against his oversized sheath, urging out foot after foot of throbbing dragonstalk.

Vishki felt the heat of his arousal building up against her, transferring easily from his flesh to hers. She couldn't help but groan as waves of musk filled the air, pulled from his shaft by the wind towards the dragoness. Sure, she was half naga now, and sure, she was made of goo, but she still reacted as any dragoness would to a monstrous stud with a massive, virile shaft. She ground against the big male's sheath, pulling it down with her paws to expose more of his growing length. Four feet long, three feet thick. Six feet long, three-and-a-half-feet thick. Vishki couldn't believe the size of the thing, even when she crawled up past the sheath to straddle the shaft itself, curling her tail around it several times to keep her balance. It topped out at over eight feet long, just two feet short of Vishki's original height, and over four feet thick at the center.

Sprawling against it, Vishki's ears perked as she listened to the huge male's rumbling moans of pleasure. She let her body relax, spreading like rubber across the mottled pink and black length. Her tail, which was wrapped around the base, merged into one solid goo-sheath, along with the rest of her body.

"That's... a new trick," the male gasped, watching as Vishki's formless shape quivered. Much like she was able to slither along on her naga-tail, the black and blue goo beast slithered up and down the oversized dragon's erection like a rubber sheath.

Vishki wasn't sure how long it would take, but she didn't mind. Pleasure didn't exactly tingle up her spine, but instead spread across her cells, filling her with an eager lust. She squeezed herself around the dragon's erection, moving up and down by shifting the mass in her body at a steady pace. It was easy, Vishki realized, far easier than she'd originally thought it might be.

Two massive hands suddenly squeezed around her, holding her tightly to the throbbing member. The dragon's groans filled the air - Vishki wasn't sure how she was still hearing, but she could hear them. His paws pumped up and down, working the dragaon-naga more rapidly back and forth.

For a wild moment, Vishki wondered whether this scenario was originally intended for someone made of goo. Who else could so easily accommodate this massive male? But no, things were based on random chance. If luck had it that Vishki could turn into a living, rippling condom around a twenty-foot-tall dragon's eight-foot cock as they soared above a never-ending canyon, so be it. She was along for the ride.

The dragon's hips thrust into the air and their speed slowed. Vishki felt the length throbbing rapidly, pulsing. She could feel waves of pre-cum pouring down around her, over the thick fingers gripping her gooey, formless body, working her back and forth, up and down, faster and faster...

When the big male came, pleasure rushed through Vishki's body. She shared in his orgasmic delight, somehow vicariously experiencing the intense release he was. His roar echoed as he came, shooting great shots of musky dragon seed across his belly and chest, though most of it went flying off into the fog.

Vishki reformed slightly, unable to resist forming her head and arms to lick and paw at his length. Her lower half remained a solid block of flesh, staying wrapped around the base, giving it a few firm squeezes as the big dragon moaned and panted with relief.

The audience watched on screen as the big dragon landed. Vishki flowed from his sheath to his testicles, giving them a few nice, ball-churning squeezes, before reforming on the cliff in the shadow of the massive dragon. A large green circle appeared on screen, signifying the contestant had won the challenge. It faded away after a moment. The large dragon flapped his wings and launched into the air, disappearing into the fog in a few short seconds. Vishki shook her head.

"Didn't even ask for my number," she said. "Computer simulations can be so rude..."

The wall of the cliff face opened up, forming a large stone exit. With the bridge behind her, Vishki slithered through, back onto the main stage. Her body reformed, showing off her oversized maleness, slightly bigger than before, and her large, teardrop breasts, also swollen. Her naga tail carried her effortlessly across the stage towards the white rabbit.

"Congratulations, Vishki!" he said. "You successfully completed one challenge!"

The audience cheered and Vishki smiled as she took a bow.

"Unfortunately, must win all three to win a week in one of our Pleasure Suites," the rabbit continued. "Your term of service is two months, during which time you'll serve as one of the obstacles future contestants must face. You'll receive steady doses of chemicals during your stay, further amplifying your transformations and keeping you in a state of hyper-aroused lust."

Vishki blinked. Hyper-aroused lust? What would that feel like?

A moment later, she learned. She groaned lewdly and leaned over as the chemicals in her system kicked into gear. Her testicles swelled in size, along with her erection. Her paws grasped at it, sometimes sinking into the flesh, sometimes stroking along it. Her tail tip whipped back and forth as her head leaned down, towards the length jutting up past her belly.

A few otters dressed in white uniforms approached, attempting to herd the over-aroused naga-dragon towards the Labyrinth, where she'd be taken to her section. There'd be plenty of people to keep her company as she waited, all generated by the simulations. Vishki's eyes went wide as blasts of pre-cum spat across the stage. A growl of heat rose in her throat as she listened to the white rabbit speak.

"Let's give Vishki another hand for being the Labyrinth's first contestant!" he said. "Maybe we'll see her again very soooooonfffff!"

The otters in the white uniforms shouted as the naga-dragon suddenly grabbed the rabbit and dashed through the entrance. The cameras followed on the large screen as he was roughly manhandled by Vishki, whose rigid shaft throbbed against his navy blue suit. The otters couldn't get close because of the naga's tail as she bent the rabbit over and melted around him, holding him tight. The only part of her that didn't go goo was her shaft, much to the hare's consternation.

"We'll be right... b... b... baaaaaaack!" he wailed. "Why did I listen to that fox and sign that contraaaaaact!"

* * * Commercial Break * * *

Round 2: Sanmer

"Welcome back to the Labyrinth of Transformation!"

The house lights came up and the screen overhead displayed the show's logo. On the main stage, the white rabbit hosting the show walked a bit bow-legged to the center.

"Apologies for the long commercial break, but we had a few, uh, technical difficulties placing our previous contestant in the Labyrinth. I'm sure it's just a one-time thing!"

The rabbit was, conspicuously, wearing a different suit than before. No doubt the dragon-naga had something to do with it.

"We'll get right into our second round with the next challenger to face the Labyrinth... Sanmer Lemarre!"

Spotlights quickly lit up a short, skinny arctic fox in the crowd. He had pure white fur and bright blue eyes, and wore a green tunic with dark brown shorts. A red headband circled his forehead, helping to keep the shaggy mop of blonde hair between his ears out of his eyes. Two large braids hung from the back of his head, below his large white ears. They draped almost to his hips. A pair of thigh-high boots designed for walking through rough terrain protected his small feet.

The arctic fox climbed up onto the stage and stood next to the rabbit. His tail curled nervously between his legs.

"Welcome to the show, Sanmer!" the host said, relieve this contestant wasn't a ten-foot dragon like the last one. He didn't have to reach nearly as far with the microphone. "Where are you from?"

The fox smiled and brushed some hair from his eyes. "Malaysia," he said.

"Wonderful! And are you ready to enter the Labyrinth?"

Sanmer nodded and swallowed his nervousness. "I am!"

"Very well... step up to the portal," the host said. The rabbit walked to the podium with the button and held his paw above it. "Welcome, Sanmer... to the Labyrinth of Transformation!"

The lights went down and the grate slowly lifted. The rabbit hit the button, starting the scrolling list of transformation options on the screen above. It rotated through as Sanmer watched, finally slowing to a stop after several long, anticipation-filled moments.

"Taurification!" the rabbit announced.

Sanmer sucked in his breath, eyes wide, and stepped forward through the opening. The metal grate slammed shut behind him, locking him into the Labyrinth. The cold stone walls seemed to squeeze in close around the rogue as he took a few steps forward.

Pink mist hissed out of the walls, filling the air. Sanmer tried to breathe normally as the chemicals quickly filled his lungs and spread into the rest of his body. The fox felt a strong pressure in his lower back almost immediately, a feeling nearly as powerful as the warmth that spread from his belly through his chest and arms and legs. He panted heavily, small pink tongue hanging out, as bulges protruded from his lower back. The fox's shorts stretched in the front as well as his spine cracked and shifted. He groaned, though there was no pain, just the uncomfortable feeling of displaced organs and reknit bones.

Within minutes, Sanmer had two proto-legs sticking out of his shorts, going down the same leg holes as his original legs. He leaned forward into the stone wall, holding himself up as his shorts stretched further. His rump expanded and his tail grew longer and bushier. The boots on his feet felt awkward and uncomfortable, so he kicked his legs, trying to get them off. They slid away surprisingly easily because of the shape of his legs. Whereas before he had plantigrade legs, now he had digitrade. He leaned forward further as his front legs finally ripped through his shorts. The distance between front and hind legs grew rapidly as a long lower body stretched into being. His front legs, also digitrade, reached for the ground, and he pushed himself away from the wall.

He stumbled a bit at first, being unused to having four legs on which to balance. His fox feet pressed into the stone floors solidly, however, and within a few minutes had had his bearings. The cool air rushed underneath him, tickling the sheath hanging from between his hind legs. He leaned over and looked between his front legs, checking out the view. Definitely a foxtaur now, and his package was even a little bit bigger than before. Of course, he was still short, just over five foot high. He'd gained hardly any height from the transformation and remained fairly skinny and lithe.

Sanmer grinned and tugged his tunic straight across his belly. That wasn't so bad, he thought. He kind of enjoyed the way he trotted as he walked through the narrow corridor. Corners were a little difficult, but with practice he quickly grew more confident.

The narrow stone passageway ended abruptly, however, after he took the first left and the second right. The stones gave way to a broad grassy field, in the center of which was a clear, deep salt water inlet, fed by the ocean just behind a large rock wall. The naturally-formed cave was protected from the elements, but Sanmer couldn't see any way to cross it without swimming. The rock wall curled over the edges of the pond, leaving only the gaps at either end of the salt water.

Sanmer trotted down to the edge and stuck a forepaw into the gently lapping waves. It was cold, but not unbearably so, and the sun shone hot above, so he'd be able to dry off quickly. He glanced around, wondering if perhaps he was unaware of a denizen of the pond, or that he'd be caught off guard, like the dragon had been when she'd been caught by the guards. Sanmer sniffed the air, but all he could smell was the ocean.

He took a step forward and put both forepaws into the surf. He was about to take another step when there was a splash of water in front of him. A large and muscular orca jumped straight from the water onto dry land. He hit the grass firmly, powerful legs bending slightly. Sanmer stared at the big male. The orca was nude, so there was nothing hiding his taut, half-hard shaft, which was black along the stalk and white at the tip, or the rippling of his muscle under his thick hide. Not even the natural layer of blubber could disguise the thick fibers, especially on his arms. His biceps were bigger than Sanmer's head.

"Ah ha! A foxtaur to challenge me!" the orca said, a huge grin on his face. He spoke with a Russian accent. "It's been too long!"

Sanmer backed up out of the water quickly, eyes wide at the sudden appearance of the large male. His eyes drifted over the orca's hard abs and down to his thick shaft. The whale was hung, that was for certain - his shaft was well over a foot long and thick as the foxtaur's wrist.

"Uh... challenge?" Sanmer asked. His tail swept back and forth behind him with worry.

"Oh, it's an easy challenge, friend!" the orca said. "I just need to decide whether I like you or not."

"Whether you like me?"

"That's right!"

Sanmer frowned a little. "How do you decide?"

"Easily!"

The big orca kept on grinning as he strolled to the edge of the water and dove in. He emerged a few minutes later with a large, heavy boulder on his shoulder. He tossed it out of the water, causing it to land with a heavy thud about ten feet from the edge of the pool.

"Just put that back in the water and I'll like you for sure," the orca said.

Sanmer regarded the rock with doubt. It looked heavy.

The audience watching on the screen wondered whether he'd be able to lift it as well, but when his STR stat turned red, they knew it wasn't to be.

Sanmer quickly figured it out as well. After a few attempts, the foxtaur's grip slipped, and he fell backwards onto his rump in an undignified heap. The orca laughed, loud and booming.

Sanmer grit his teeth. He had to do this... he had to! The foxtaur's tongue fell from his muzzle as he pulled with all of his might, but still the rock wouldn't budge. He opened his eyes, panting.

"Well, friend? Are you giving up? It means I won't like you!"

The orca's voice had an eager tone to it, despite the unspoken threat. Sanmer shook his head and looked around wildly, hoping there was something, anything he could use to move the rock. Brute strength wasn't going to work - he just wasn't big enough. But maybe...

The audience watching cheered as his INT and END stats lit up in the green. The foxtaur ran quickly past the boulder, searching the ground. He found a small rock with a curved top, about a third the size of the boulder, and lugged it into place about five feet from the bigger stone. Then, under the orca's watchful gaze, the foxtaur found a dried piece of driftwood long enough to serve as a lever.

The orca laughed again appreciatively as the foxtaur maneuvered the plank over the second rock, wedging the tip under the big one. With a push, Sanmer was able to roll the boulder forward, a few feet closer to the pond. He worked feverishly, not knowing whether there was a time constraint, and after a few more pushes, was able to lever the giant boulder back into the water, where it sank quickly to the bottom.

"Good work, my fox friend!" the orca said.

Sanmer gasped for breath and leaned on his piece of driftwood. That had taken a lot out of him, but he'd managed to pass the challenge. The orca strolled over and smiled.

"And now for your reward!"

Sanmer eyes went wide as he felt powerful hands lift him into the air. His forelegs kicked as the orca threw him over his shoulders in a fireman's grab. The big male carried the foxtaur to the edge of the pond, unceremoniously dumped him in, and leaped in after. Sanmer broke the surface of the water, gasping, all four legs and both arms paddling to keep him afloat, though with his large underbody, keeping his head above water was fairly easy.

The orca's hands grabbed Sanmer's hind legs. Sanmer gasped as he was pulled underwater for a moment. The orca maneuvered beneath him, emerging looking up, with his hips pushing between the foxtaur's hind legs. Sanmer found himself floating on top of the beefy orca. His stomach pressed against the larger male's erection.

"I take you across, yes? And we also have some fun on the way!"

Sanmer was about to ask what kind of fun the orca meant, but bit his lower lip instead when he felt the thick shaft prod under his tail. The orca balanced perfectly in the water, keeping the foxtaur tipped slightly back. Sanmer gasped as strong fingers groped at his soaking wet pelt. His forelegs hooked over the orca's shoulders and he held himself still.

"Some... some fun?" he gasped, feeling the thick appendage prod his rump again.

"Big fun!"

Sanmer's head tipped back as the orca pushed inside. The warm, thick length stretched his rump wide as it shoved inside. The orca's warm arms squeezed around his taur body, as Sanmer leaned over, paws wrapping around the back of the big male's head. The orca paddled backwards, slowly moving across the pond by using his large tail to propel them.

There wasn't much to it after that. Despite the slight awkwardness of pounding a taur in the water, the big orca was confident. Sanmer moaned and yipped as the muscular male's smooth skin pressed against him, filling his rump. His hind legs spread around the orca's hips, awkwardly holding on. They created waves as they moved across the surface of the pond, towards the far side, with each thrust bringing the orca closer to hilting his fat erection inside the groaning foxtaur.

Sanmer wasn't soft anymore, either. His dark red fox-cock slid against the orca's belly under the cold water, throbbing madly. Each thrust on the orca's part hammered the foxtaur's prostate just a little more firmly, turning Sanmer's muzzle into a permanent "O" of pleasure. The fox closed his eyes as the orca ground against him, shuddering as meaty fingers clutched at his broad rear hips.

It was almost peaceful, with the gentle lapping of the waves, the rustle of the wind, the cold, clear water... only the orca's heavy breathing and moans broke into Sanmer's pleasured brain, enough for him to realize something else was going on down below. His cock lurched, throbbing and pulsing, grinding against the orca's hard belly. It was also growing. Every time the big male thrust inside him, his cock grew a little more. Sanmer couldn't reach it at the moment, but when it rubbed against the orca's smooth belly, he let out whimpers of pleasure. How big was it getting? he wondered. It certainly felt bigger.

The orca wrapped a paw around the fox shaft, stroking from tip to base and squeezing the knot still trapped inside the fuzzy white sheath.

"I like you, fox friend!" the orca said. "So I help you out, yes?"

"That's... some... help!"

Sanmer groaned and clenched around the orca. His cock jerked, cumming, sending sprays of thick white seed into the water. The orca's fingers rapidly stroked his cock, sending cold water splashing around them. He'd gained at least four or five inches, turning his rather petite shaft into something of a monster, more than enough to fill the orca's large hand.

"Yes, my friend, you are almost as big as me now!"

Sanmer closed his eyes, groaning with lust. His balls felt so good as they churned under the water, sending ropes of seed out of his aching shaft. The orca rolled over, dunking him fully beneath the water, and thrust in hard and fast, vigorously pumping his shaft into the taur's plush rump.

On his back, Sanmer could just get his shoulders out of the water to catch a breath every few moments. The orca's thickness pumped into him over and over, making him gasp for breath more often than he otherwise would have needed. Large hands groped at him, stroking his shaft, squeezing his side, pulling him down over the thick length, until the orca's strained moans reached a fever pitch.

The big male bellowed as he came, holding his shaft deep inside the taur's rump. Sanmer shuddered and moaned, groaning with pleasure as he felt the hard body pressing into him. His shoulders went below the water again, but this time he didn't get dunked. Instead, he felt sand and pebbles against his pelt.

They'd reached the other side.

The orca grinned down at him, kneeling in the shallow water now. His arms went to either side of Sanmer's lower half, below his forelegs, as he hunched over, still pumping his hips, still driving his slick, spurting length into the foxtaur's clenching rump. Sanmer moaned eagerly and pulled the orca towards him with his forelegs on the male's shoulders. His arms reached for the black and white creature's head, and their muzzles met for a brief kiss. The orca groaned into Sanmer's muzzle, hips slowly shifting now, wiggling his meaty shaft around inside the taur. Sanmer's length throbbed between his belly and the orca's, squeezed tight, half-hard and feeling good and big.

"So much fun!" the orca said, breaking the kiss. "I'm glad I like you!"

He grinned and pulled free. Sanmer wriggled, gasping as the thick shaft popped from his tight tail hole. The orca stood and helped the foxtaur stand.

"Now, go win other challenges, fox friend!" the orca said. His paw smacked the white-furred male on the rump. "You will win with big cock, yes!"

Sanmer lifted a hind leg and glanced beneath his lower body. His cock definitely was bigger. Almost twice as big as before, even half-hard and drooped over as it was now. It definitely paid to make friends in this place...

The orca smacked his rump again before diving back into the pond and disappearing beneath the surface. Sanmer trotted up the sloped beach towards the grass, rump pleasurably stretched. The entrance to the familiar stone tunnels waited for him over the crest of a small hill. he glanced back at the water and grinned when he saw a large black and white tail flip out of the water and smack back down, sending a large clapping noise across the pond.

Sanmer turned back and entered the stone hallway. A few feet in, the pink mist returned, filling his lungs with a second dose of the transformational chemicals.

Outside the maze, the audience cheered as the result of Sanmer's second transformation flashed across the screen: "Cock Tongue."

The foxtaur didn't notice anything unusual at first. He took a few deep breaths, then moved on down the hallway, searching for the next challenge. After a few twists and turns, however, he began to think about the orca.

What a hunk. Tall, broad shoulders, muscular, with massive arms and a cock to match. The foxtaur smiled, feeling his sheath plump up as his knot filled out. His cock was still hanging out, half-hard as a result of the chemicals. He shivered, remembering how it felt to have that nice, thick shaft spearing him, opening him up, somehow rough and gentle all at once, but with the orca firmly in control...

Sanmer's eyes widened and his paws went to his muzzle. A funny look crossed his face as he swallowed. He swallowed again, looking even more confused. Salty saliva? Leftover ocean water from the pond. Had to be.

He took another few steps forward, but paused again as his cheeks suddenly bulged. His lips parted, revealing a dark red fox cock. One inch, then two, then three protruded from Sanmer's muzzle as his transformed tongue thickened up to its full size of nearly eight inches long. It was thick enough to keep his jaws permanently open.

"Mmmff!"

Sanmer's ears went back as pre-cum pulsed from the tip of his tongue cock. The chemicals heightened his arousal, making his knees tremble, all four of them, as his paw slipped around the shaft sticking past his lips. He stroked it firmly, head bobbing forward, as the surprise shaft tensed. By pulling his "tongue" back and forth, he could wiggle it side to side or up and down, as well as making his lips rub across the smooth, sensitive flesh. Fully hard, it was too big to fit inside his muzzle, leaving about six inches outside of his mouth.

The foxtaur shivered head to toe, his half-dry fur fluffing up. His head bobbed forward, both paws rising to stroke the cock-tongue. His sheath expelled his knot for the second time as arousal swept through him. A few moments later, blasts of salty seed splattered the floor as he came from his muzzle-shaft. He groaned, eyes closed, loving the intensity of the feeling. Maybe it was hotter because it was so close to his brain. He wasn't sure, but he was loving the sensation.

Still, there was a game to play. Sanmer began moving again, shivering every few steps as his cock-tongue hung over his lower lip, down past his chin. It began to pull back in slowly as it softened, until it was at a manageable size to fit into his muzzle.

"Tethting, testing, teshting..."

Speaking with this new appendage would take a little getting used to, he decided.

He took the first left in the hallway and found himself facing his second challenge a few steps later.

Well, not so much facing as falling. The floor unexpectedly gave way, causing Sanmer to pitch forward, arms and legs flailing.

In the crowd watching what happened on the screen, there was a scream as massive black tentacles rose out of the darkness, surrounded the foxtaur, and dragged him down into the pit.

Sanmer struggled madly, but the oily, slick tentacles were too powerful and too numerous. The foxtaur growled as he felt himself carried like a rag doll and tossed about, side to side, pulled deeper into the pit trap. He should have been more careful coming around that corner, but it was too late now.

Greasy, thick knobs pushed against his skin. The tentacles were vaguely cock-shaped at the ends and, worse yet, it seemed to know what to do with them. Before Sanmer could protest, a thick, twisting, flexing length of oily black tentacle shoved inside his rump.

The foxtaur growled and bucked in the air as other tentacles wrapped around his midsection and upper body, holding him tight. Another tentacle found his muzzle and pushed in insistently, driving to the back of his throat. Sanmer's eyes went wide as he felt the two invaders force their way into him. The oily black liquid seeped into the fox's fur and skin, causing tingling pleasure throughout. Despite himself, both his cock and tongue cock hardened.

Down down down, to the bottom of the pit. Sanmer opened his eyes as he felt his shoulders brush against hard-packed dirt. There was just enough light to make out the writhing tentacles emerging from an inky black pool. On the sheer face of the cave some twenty feet from the pool was a door, dimly lit by torches on the other side.

The fox struggled, gasping and moaning, trying to get away, but the tentacles squeezed around him more tightly. His tail hole stretched even more than it had with the orca as a second tentacle found its way inside, pumping more of the inky liquid into his rump. The aphrodisiac made his balls churn with pleasure.

More tentacles wrapped around his erections. The tentacle in his muzzle kept shoving down his throat, stretching him out, leaving his cock tongue little room to squeeze out over his lips. His belly bulged outwards as the two tentacle tips inside him explored their new prey. Bubbles of air rose to the surface of the pond as the actions of the tentacles grew more and more agitated.

Sanmer felt the pressure in his belly grow intense. Thick gouts of inky liquid poured down his throat, straight into his stomach. More came out of his nostrils as both of his cocks erupted, mixing sprays of white fox cum with the inky black oozings of the tentacle monster plant.

As abruptly as they'd invaded, the tentacles in his rump and muzzle retreated. Sanmer felt himself drop from five feet over the ground to directly on top of it as the plant suddenly dropped him onto his side. The white foxtaur let out a grunt as he hit, but he jumped to his feet as quickly as he could. Both his upper body and lower body felt fat and full of whatever it was the plant had pumped inside him.

The audience watched the screen, waiting in anticipation for the fox's next move. One of his stats lit up green and stayed that way: the foxtaur's SPD rating.

More tentacles swooped down towards Sanmer, but he came to his senses and launched himself towards the doorway. He used his arms to knock away tentacles as they chased after him, trying to get a grip on his ink-slicked legs and hips.

"Noth today!" he said around the half-hard cock-tongue hanging from his muzzle.

He launched himself through the doorway and landed awkwardly, rolling onto his side and skidding a few feet into the opposite wall. A stone slab crashed down behind him, cutting off the tentacle plant's access to him.

The audience cheered as it became apparent the foxtaur had successfully cleared two challenges in a row thanks to his quick reflexes. But they also watched as something wriggled inside the taur's gravid belly.

"Nnnnnnggggghh..."

After the short, hard run and the skidding stop into the wall, Sanmer felt more abused than anything. Both cocks draped out, half hard, slowly leaking, as his paws went to his upper belly. He held his stomach and groaned again, louder, as something visibly moved inside him again. His pelt bulged outwards a few more times before a funny look crossed his face. The bulges disappeared abruptly, but the foxtaur's groans continued.

"Nnnnfff... what... what is happening?" he gasped, rolling onto his back, then to his side again, shuddering as his backside began to ripple alarmingly.

A mass of four thick, black tentacles pushed their way from the foxtaur's white pelt, emerging from the base of his back, just above the junction of his upper and lower halves. The slick, slightly oily tentacles weren't as messy as the ones that originally captured him; instead, they were simply smooth, with trickles of clear fluid emerging from the tips. Sanmer groaned as he held one. He could feel both his paws on the flesh and the flesh on his paws.

The tentacles were his. A part of him. They'd fused into his system and his brain now controlled them.

The foxtaur wasn't entirely sure what to think about that.

One of the tentacles slipped around to wrap over the still-exposed knot hanging between his hind legs. Sanmer stiffened, gasped, and willed his tentacle to release him. When he wasn't consciously directing them, they seemed to have a mind of their own. Focusing his concentration, he urged them to retract, which they did, albeit a bit unwillingly. Having just arrived, it seemed they wanted to play, but Sanmer had to keep moving. Eventually, they disappeared into his furry pelt, just a slight bulge under the skin on his lower back.

Sanmer shivered and slowly got to his four legs. Had he won the challenge? He wasn't sure. The audience would know immediately, but the contestants couldn't be sure until after.

Which meant one more challenge. The fox taur found a spring of running water around the corner and cleaned the black ink from his fur before continuing. He preferred to be wet than to have the tentacle plant's goo dripping from his body as he met his final challenge. The corridor narrowed into the familiar stone hallways as he padded along, this time carefully testing where each foot went before putting his full weight down. He learned quickly.

The audience outside the Labyrinth watched as the foxtaur carefully made his way through the stone tunnel. They laughed as he jumped at the unexpected mist of pink vapor - his third dose. On the screen, the words "Dem Lips" appeared - the transformation the foxtaur was about to receive.

As before, Sanmer took a few deep breaths, but besides the warmth growing in his belly, didn't notice much. He kept walking, carefully checking his weight with each step. So focused was he on not falling into another pit trap that he didn't notice the tautness in his lips for a few minutes. It wasn't until his tongue-cock throbbed inside his warm, wet muzzle that he realized something was happening.

As far as transformations went, it wasn't the craziest or the most noticeable. Combined with his cock-tongue, however, Sanmer was pretty sure he'd hit the jackpot. Both of his lips, upper and lower, had grown thick and plump. There were lips, there were big lips, there were collagen-supplemented lips, and then there were Sanmer's lips. The skinny fox with the big red cock hadn't had much in the way of lips before, to be honest. They were thin and often hidden by his face fur. Now, though, they were obvious. Very obvious. His cock-tongue pushed over them, squeezed tightly by their grip. Both upper and lower were a few inches thick each, but still soft and natural-feeling to the touch. Sanmer couldn't see for himself, but they were also bright red, as though he'd applied lipstick. The color was simply a mutation induced by the chemicals, however, and wouldn't wash off.

The foxtaur moaned as his feminine lips squeezed and caressed his cock tongue. They felt incredible, and he pressed his fingers to them, enjoying the plumpness.

"Talkmin ish erzy," he tried. "Tarkly ish earshy."

He shook his head, causing his cock tongue to swing back and forth. After a shuddering groan, he smiled, which only increased the pleasure on the base of the shaft sticking out of his small muzzle.

He could still wiggle the shaft around as though it were his tongue, but it was stiff like a shaft when aroused. By pulling his tongue-cock back and forth, he could masturbate with ease thanks to these new, puffy, painted lips of his.

Sanmer closed his eyes, enjoying the moment as thick strands of pre-cum drizzled down his chin. His main cock jerked, still half-hard, though his knot was shrinking some and retreating back into his sheath.

One more challenge, he thought to himself, trying to keep his head on straight as his cock jerked and pulsed between his lips. Just one more... and then... the Pleasure Suites.

The foxtaur grinned, winced with pleasure, and grinned again as he stepped forward slowly and carefully. The Pleasure Suites could be anything. There were many of them, each designed to completely, utterly satisfy a changed competitor. Sanmer hoped he had the chance to experience one.

After a few more right-hand corners, the narrow corridor opened up. Unfortunately, all it opened up into a was a maze with slightly different walls. The corridors were much wider, about six feet across, and the wall were higher, soaring to twenty or so feet above him. Sanmer paced around various curves for a few minutes, cock-tongue still hard and spurting. Each jiggle made the sensitive flesh rub over his swollen, plump lips, sending bursts of pleasure straight to his brain.

Normally Sanmer would have done the whole "right hand on the wall, never lift it off" method of brute forcing the solution to this maze, but he was so distracted by his cock-tongue and lips he had a hard time remembering, and quickly found himself lost deep in the maze.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, he took a firm grip on his cock-tongue with both paws and stroked feverishly. His lips squeezed down around the base as he masturbated, eyes closed, tail wagging frantically behind him. It took only a few moments for him to cum. Strands of white splattered out of his tongue-cock, forming drops on the dusty floor. He moaned, breathing heavily, as his cock slowly pulled back into his muzzle. He swallowed his own seed as it drooled out and pooled under his tongue, rather enjoying the taste.

That's when he noticed the tremors. Every few seconds, the ground would shake slightly. He picked up his paws, dancing a bit as he tried to listen for the noise. Which direction was it coming from? Sanmer was deep in the maze, at a junction of four hallways. His ears perked, but couldn't make out which way the noise was coming from. He peered down one hallway, then another, but could see little in the darkness.

"Ohh, crap."

The thudding grew louder and louder until Sanmer was sure it was almost on top of him, but it echoed so much through the hallways he couldn't tell which direction it came from. He considered running down one, but what if he ran right into whatever it was coming for him?

Better to stay and face it. It was the final challenge, after all.

"Another fool lost in my maze!"

Sanmer whirled around so quick his hindquarters smacked into the wall. A large minotaur glared down at him, arms crossed over his powerful chest. Huge onyx horns grew from the sides of his oxen head, while a fine layer of black fur coated his dark skin. He was massive and fit, almost as muscular as the orca from earlier. Unlike that male, however, this one had a large gut, like that of a power lifter. His trunk-like legs stood slightly spread as he stared down at the five-foot-tall foxtaur. A simple leather loincloth stretched across his hips, barely covering what appeared to be an enormous male sheath.

The audience outside the maze watched as the foxtaur's STR stat turned green, then darkened to red. That made sense, considering the difference in size between the 'taur and the 'taur. Some scenarios, though, had alternative methods of winning. Could the fox figure it out in time?

The minotaur's arms dropped to his sides, large hands flexing into fists at regular intervals. He advanced on the foxtaur threateningly.

"So, little fox... what do you have to say for yourself?"

Sanmer froze for an instant, but an idea popped into his brain. Perhaps not the most well-thought-out idea, but he hoped it was what was necessary.

"Oh, please, I'm lost!" he cried. He pushed his lips together, pouting, and looked up at the muscular minotaur with wide puppy-dog eyes. "You have to help me, you big strapping boy!"

The black-skinned minotaur's eyes narrowed. He snorted, and actual steam blasted from his nostrils. He folded his arms across his chest and stood immobile, a mountainous mass of beef blocking the foxtaur's path.

"You must think I'm an idiot," he growled. "What do you expect? You bat your eyelashes at me and I show you the way out? Ha! Think again!"

Sanmer's eyes closed. Well, that hadn't worked. And with the minotaur's angry posture, he wasn't sure he had many chances left... he had to think, quickly. But no ideas were coming. Sanmer's eyes darted left and right. For a moment, he considered simply trying to run... but no, that wouldn't work, not in a maze like this that the minotaur surely knew by heart.

A wild idea sprang to mind. It was ludicrous, but maybe...

Sanmer straightened up, held his head high, dropped the girlish affectations, and nodded solemnly.

"I apologize. I thought this was part of the game, and I was trying to figure out how to get past you," he said. "It was rude and I shouldn't have assumed you were just looking for sex."

The minotaur's gaze remained on the foxtaur's face for several more agonizing moments, until his lips spread in a huge smile, showing his flat teeth.

The audience watching outside the Labyrinth cheered wildly as the words "Keyword: Apology" appeared, followed by a green circle. The foxtaur had done it. He'd won all three challenges.

"It takes a real male to admit when they've fucked up," the minotaur said. His voice was still a deep growl, but had a softer edge to it now. "I know it's a game, but you need to know where you're supposed to be and where you shouldn't go. My maze is off limits... but since you were polite, I'll make an exception."

Sanmer let out a huge sigh of relief. "Really?"

The minotaur nodded. "Really. I'll even show you the way out. It's very simple. Most people don't think these things through. This way."

The minotaur turned and walked down the wide hallway. The string of his loincloth didn't cover his large rump, treating Sanmer to quite the show as they headed for the exit. The foxtaur trotted along slightly behind, chatting with the minotaur as they walked. It couldn't hurt to get on the big male's good side.

Sanmer wasn't aware of how quickly he was getting on the minotaur's good side. After the initial apology and further showing of respect, the minotaur was regarding the foxtaur in a whole new light. Sanmer couldn't see from behind, but the muscular beefcake's loincloth tented up something fierce as they made their way through the twists and turns. Sanmer wasn't sure whether they were heading the right direction or not, but the minotaur seemed confident.

"Stop here," the bull said, holding out his arm. "The exit is right around the next corner, but I can't go any further. See?"

He edged a large hoof forward, right to the edge of a line of gold sunk into the stones. The dull metal barely gleamed.

"You can't pass it?"

"The boundary."

Sanmer nodded. "Thank you again for your help. You're very generous to show me the way."

The minotaur's tented loincloth lifted higher, exposing the bull's head-sized testicles.

"That's it!" he said, his voice a low growl. He rushed the foxtaur, hands grasping at the slim male's shoulders. "Don't you know minotaurs are aroused by respect?"

Sanmer's mouth dropped open, gaping at the huge bull.

"Wait... what?"

"And you're so fuckin' polite... oh, damn..."

Sanmer looked at the minotaur's erection. It was incredibly thick, so long at this point that the loincloth fell off behind it. The broad medial ring bulged outwards as the pink flesh speared upwards, reaching between the minotaur's hard, muscular pecs.

"But I... I thought... you didn't..."

"I didn't at first, not with that act you put on," the bull said, voice tight. "But now... now I have to have you!"

Sanmer didn't need to be told twice. The foxtaur was happy to get in bed with any sort of muscular, beefy male, but the minotaur especially so. The big male's steam-filled snorts washed over Sanmer's face as they pushed together. The foxtaur's head barely reached the minotaur's ribs. White-furred arms wrapped around the incredible erection, hugging it close. It was massive, spectacularly large, far bigger than the orca's. Sanmer groaned as he felt the huge thing throb against his chest and belly. He stroked it eagerly, even leaning his head down to kiss around the broad, semi-flat tip. His fingers pressed into the slick skin, teasing around the medial ring. Sanmer moaned hotly as his plump, juicy lips pressed firmly forward; the minotaur huffed, fingers catching at Sanmer's shoulders, pulling him in even more closely.

Neither spoke as the foxtaur's lips and arms worked over the bull's erection. Even when Sanmer's cock-tongue made an appearance, the bull didn't comment. Instead, he gently pushed Sanmer back a few feet, reached for the smaller male's haunches, and slid his hips forward, letting his meaty erection slide upwards through the foxtaur's rump cheeks, pushing aside the white-furred male's tail.

The minotaur closed his eyes, groaning as his hard, stiff length throbbed against the foxtaur's soft, warm, and plush backside. It wasn't until several smooth objects caressed his length that he opened them again.

"Tentacles?" he asked, staring at the four thick black appendages growing from Sanmer's lower back.

"Ahhhh..." Sanmer gasped, clenching his cheeks over the broad thickness hot-dogging his rump. "Mmm... sorry if they... bother you..."

The minotaur stiffened as two of the tentacles slipped around his cock, stroking from top to bottom as they wrapped around and twisted. His mouth dropped open and his head lowered, while his fingers clutched Sanmer's hindquarters even more tightly.

"Oh, you polite little thing," he gasped. "You're full of surprises..."

Sanmer moaned and wiggled his hips backwards. The other two tentacles went lower, finding the big minotaur's heavy sac. "I'm the politest, most respectful fox you'll ever meet!"

The minotaur bellowed with need. A few fat ropes of pre-cum splattered across Sanmer's long lower back. The tentacles, sensing what was about to go down, helped the minotaur position his dominant shaft under the foxtaur's tail.

For as much as the minotaur liked respect, he wasn't all that gentle. Sanmer's eyes popped open when the rounded tip of the minotaur's erection shoved forward. The tentacles didn't help when they wrapped around the big bull's hips and dragged him forward. One remained wrapped around the massive sac, squeezing tight like a cockring, while the fourth slipped behind, between the minotaur's thighs.

Sanmer groaned as he felt his tentacle invade the minotaur's rump. There was another bellow, than a foot of cock slamming into the foxtaur's body. Both males cried out, but the minotaur hunched over, arms groping at Sanmer's sides, pulling him back, grinding more and more thick, beefy shaft inside him. Sanmer shuddered, cock-tongue extending fully, preventing him from speaking as it surged to its full arousal. Between his legs, his swollen shaft jerked, spitting pre-cum onto the floor. His knot ached, pushing his sheath back.

The minotaur shoved in hard again, grinding forward, stretching the fox open even more widely. With the chemicals still upping Sanmer's arousal, he could do little but groan with lust as his rump stretched to accommodate the big male.

He fell onto his forelegs, rump hitched up high in the air. The minotaur's thick arms reached around, hugging his lower belly. The fat bull cock finally hilted, and Sanmer couldn't stop the orgasm that ripped through his body, causing both his taur-shaft and his tongue-cock to spurt. The minotaur bellowed a third time as the foxtaur clenched around him. He tried to thrust, but found it too tight. Fortunately, Sanmer's long body was milking the bull enough to push him over the edge.

The black-skinned minotaur leaned back, his light fur coat standing on edge. His arms flexed as he grasped Sanmer's hindquarters once more, and he pushed in and held himself. The tentacles squeezed around the base of his shaft and his balls, delaying his orgasm, driving him mad with lust for the next few moments, especially with the fourth plunging rapidly in and out of his rump, under his tail, banging into his prostate.

The eruption was as good as Sanmer hoped. His taur belly bloated anew as the minotaur came. Gallons of fresh bull seed flooded in as the foxtaur moaned and groaned; when the white-furred male apologized for all the noise he was making, the big muscular minotaur seized up before bellowing all over again. Hard beefy body parts thrust against the foxtaur, grinding into him, keeping him pinned down as wave after wave of thick seed pumped into him.

Unfortunately, it had to end eventually. The minotaur breathed hard, snorting steam onto the back of Sanmer's neck. The fox let out a quavering groan as the big male's erection pulled backwards slowly, dragging free of Sanmer's clenching rump. Thick shots of warm jizz splattered Sanmer's backside before he managed to stand up and turn around. All four tentacles slathered around the minotaur's shaft, making him gasp and freeze up. Sanmer smiled, enjoying how he was able to give the much larger, muscular male so much pleasure.

The big bull smiled and nodded at Sanmer, but neither spoke. The foxtaur just smiled, pecked the minotaur on the cheek, and crossed the gold line. They waved at each other before Sanmer turned the corner.

There was a short walk before he reached the end. The stone portcullis beckoned, and he stepped through, finding himself back on the main stage.

"What a touching scene, ladies and gentlemen!" the white rabbit shouted into the microphone to be heard over the cheers. "What a finish to a remarkable run! Only the second contestant, and he's managed to defeat the Labyrinth!"

Sanmer grinned and trotted towards the center of the stage, enjoying the applause. His cock-tongue hung over his lips, jerking and dripping, while his taur-cock dribbled across the stage. He waved both paws, grinning with his massive lips, enjoying the moment.

"Congratulations, Sanmer! You've earned the chance to stay in one of our Pleasure Suites!" the rabbit said. "These special environments will cater to your every whim, and are designed with your pleasure in mind. If you'll follow me, I'll take you to your Suite right now!"

It was another very short walk, right back to the entrance of the Labyrinth. The doorway shifted, however, becoming a large mahogany door instead of the metal grate. The simulated environment inside would be very different from what Sanmer experienced in the Labyrinth.

"And just to make things better... we're amplifying your chemicals for your entire stay!"

Sanmer's eyes went wide. All four legs locked into place as a wave of pleasure reenergized him, despite having just been reamed by a massive muscular male only a few moments before. His lips parted, opening wide, as his cock-tongue surged to full arousal.

"Yes, that's right, Sanmer! One month amped up on our special concoctions, all in your specially-designed Pleasure Suite! And here it is!"

The doors swung open. Sanmer, were he able to speak, might have offered a few thanks to whatever deity he believed in, because standing on the other side of the door was the orca he'd first met, the minotaur he'd just left behind, and an assortment of a half-dozen other beefcake males of various shapes and sizes. All wore leather harnesses, boots, and carried various pieces of bondage gear specially designed for taurs.

The minotaur stood at the front of the eight hulking males slapping a riding crop against his open palm.

"I know you're respectful," he said, his voice a low purr. "But we're going to see just how respectful you can be."

Sanmer's tongue-cock jerked and a stream of pre-cum erupted from the tip. He walked forward slowly, dazed by the experiences he was about to have. The orca grinned hugely and held up a leather muzzle, pointing from it to Sanmer and back again.

"Well, folks, it's been a fun episode," the rabbit said, turning to face the crowd. "Once again, congratulations to our winner, Sanmer, and let's wish him the best of times in the Pleasure Suite. That's all for now from the Labyrinth of Transformation. Thanks for watching, and tune in next tiiimee!"

The rabbit's voice turned into a shriek as four black tentacles wrapped around his arms and legs, lifting him into the air and pulling him through the doorway, which slammed shut as he was dragged inside. The cameras switched to the interior view, showing what was happening inside the Pleasure Suite on the big screen as the credits scrolled by on the side. The rabbit found himself pinned beneath Sanmer, rump up, full of fox cock, as beefy males connected various attachments and gear, making it impossible for him to move on his own. Sanmer was already bound, arms behind his back, a cockring around his cock-tongue, and his balls strapped up with thick leather straps. The rabbit cried out as the foxtaur's hips surged forward, burying knot and all inside.

The eight hunks gathered around, grinning at each other and at the two bound males in the center, as the camera faded to black.