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The Gnoll Smith

There was a town that neighbored a once hostile woods. Beastmen from the mountains used to raid the villagers and steal and rob what they could. Eventually, after several hard wars from neighboring countries and a violent upheavel in the capital, the town finally found itself at peace.

Fearing for their own woodland homes the beastman had agreed to fight for the human kingdom of Geal when the magical armies of their neighbor, Viridia, came to make war. It was a brutal time of much violence, loss of life and desperation. But after several decades, the kingdoms became exhausted and were forced to declare a truce.

Once this uneasy peace was struck and everything had gone well enough for some years, beastmen became as much an ordinary part of Geal's many market towns as any other human race. While their numbers were still far less than humankind, it became less exotic to see fluffy ears and a snout behind the counter of an apothecary or a butcher's stall.

Despite the truce between the two kingdoms there was still a special anticipatory army that helped keep the peace between the mercantile Geal and magical Viridians, who despite their previous aggression plied their arcane trade in the merchant towns as much as they could.

One such soldier had the name of Gerald. He was a mostly ordinary man, handsome by the estimation of most with dusty brown hair and a good, strong chest. While any woman in the town would have had him, he had a proclivity that he kept hidden from all but those closest to him. Gerald preferred the company of men, in all ways. He went out occasionally with his friends to an Inn at the edge of the town that was a bit rough around the edges. There, no one would report on anything unusual or ask questions. It wasn't forbidden to love men in any explicit way but it was seen as a rather odd thing to do, especially when the wars had so drained the villages of their young people. But Gerald was set in his ways, along with his two friends, Trevor and Malcom. Both fellow soldiers of some relative distinction and more free with their affections than most. And so, he simply preferred the annoyance of rumor and comment to be quelled before it began.

“Did you know,” Malcom said one night after pouring them a beer, “that they've allowed beastmen in this Inn?”

The drink that was poured was a dark, frothy stout that smelled like the underside of a leather boot. It was terrible but strong, and Gerald thought it made even the roughest barbarian warrior in the Inn improve immeasurably in looks by the drinking of it.

“Is that so,” Gerald said, “I didn't know beastmen even went for humans.”

“It's a rather bold move,” Malcom said, “maybe they'll forbid it after they find out what beastmen do for fun.”

“What do you mean?” Trevor said, slightly alarmed.

He was more nerves prone than the two of them, who had actually been through the war. Gerald snorted in derision. Here was Malcom trying to rile him up again with wild stories.

“I saw Reginald recently, you remember him,” Malcom said.

“Yes,” Gerald said, he certainly did, he was an exceptionally handsome man, “dark hair, strong jaw. Fair complexion.”

“That's him,” Malcom said, “he came by to hand in his resignation. He was swollen up like a balloon.”

Gerald paused in his drinking, “really? Was he ill?”

“Not exactly,” Malcom snorted, “he'd fallen in love with a beastman.”

After looking around them for anyone who might overhear, he lowered his voice to a near whisper.

“Do you know how they reproduce? Turns out, there aren't any women. They use the bodies of other species to have their babies and poor Reginald was one of them,” Malcom hissed.

Gerald stared hard at Malcom, trying to suss out of he were making it up.

“That's the strangest thing I've ever heard,” Gerald said.

“Of course it is, have you ever heard of such a thing? And do you know, I've never heard of a female beastman either,” Malcom said.

“S'why they're called beastmen,” Trevor said, “not beastwomen.”

“They used to steal warriors you know,” Malcom said, “during the war. They'd find the best soldiers and take them away into the woods in the dead of night, never to be seen again.”

Trevor's hand shook slightly when he raised his drink.

“No one's kidnapping anyone,” Gerald said, “or carrying them off. Not that I've ever heard. It's shockingly peaceful these days, we don't go cutting down half the forest and they come to us with interesting goods and wood to trade. Some have even taken up common jobs.”

“That's true,” Malcom said, “except, I don't think they have to do much to get their partners. Why, this Inn alone is filled with people from all over. People like ourselves, strange people from Viridia who dabble in all kinds of weird magic who are a little off the beaten path. Could be why it's suddenly become so popular.”

Gerald shook his head, he considered himself well informed.

“I've never heard of a damn thing like that,” Gerald said, “pregnant with beastmen's children. How preposterous!”

Malcolm began laughing, and coughing into his beer. Gerald decided that he had made the whole thing up and was just trying to wind up poor Trevor. Who stared at every beast man who passed by with a sudden fear.

After some more drinking, Gerald decided he'd try his luck upstairs. It's where men went who wanted something a little more physical in a private place. There were two dark elves leaning near a doorway who probably came from Viridia. They were whispering to each other, softly chuckling and Gerald had manners even when he was drunk, so he walked by them without comment. Glancing into a room, he noticed the door was ajar. He heard an interesting sounding deep voice and glanced in. What he saw made him pause, eyes wide.

On his knees was a young man Gerald knew from frequenting a recent town market. Good looking fellow, with red hair and freckles. Seemed nice enough, winked at him one time. But Gerald hadn't been in the mood for someone of his overly cheerful nature, so he had passed him by. Now though, the freckled young sir was holding the biggest, furriest pair of balls Gerald had ever seen. They belonged to an enormous beast man, something that looked like a big bull with enormous horns. They were from further south and lived in the flatlands but still came up through some sort of wild port in the forest. The massive bull's enormous testicles apparently were handled in a pleasing way, as the strange snuffling sound attested to his building pleasure.

Then the freckled youngster began to suck on them, licking them, as if they were the most delightful treat he had ever had. The bull seemed to enjoy this and gently grabbed the top of his head, urging him onward.

“Pretty creature,” the bull man rumbled from his enormous chest, “be good about them and I'll give you such a present.”

The freckled man moaned and groaned with pleasure, as if just the thought of pleasing such an enormous creature was bringing him to the edge.

“Gods!” thought Gerald, “what is this? What's going on?”

The freckled man left the balls and gently let them hang heavy and low. He then began to suck on the weeping tip of the biggest cock Gerald had ever seen. He choked and swallowed the tip down, nearly gagging at every step with the massive bull murmuring encouragement.

“That's right, small one,” the bull uttered, “get it nice and wet.”

The red headed man seemed inspired to work the cock down his throat even further. He choked on it until he nearly gagged, until it was coated in wet saliva.

“Here it comes,” the bull said, “your first treat!”

The largest shot of semen Gerald had ever seen flew onto the face of the red headed young man. It splattered on his face, down his chin. It coated his nude chest and spattered on the floor. It was great gobs that coated the young man and he was panting, happily and began rubbing it into his chest.

“What an incredible spert,” he moaned to his bull lover, “you're the most amazing man I've ever met!”

There was a sound behind him, and Gerald quickly turned his head. The hallway was mostly dark, only low lit lanterns and the distant sounds of pleasure or chatter around him. He could have sworn there had been someone nearby. Or something...

Not trusting the lovers to stay occupied and unaware of their surroundings any longer, Gerald found his way downstairs and hurried out of sight. Around the back of the Inn were a few convenient alleys. Sparingly lit and often occupied by secretive lovers having a tryst or those who were enjoying a good drunken make out session in the evening.

The funny sense of being followed had never left Gerald, he ambled his way drunkenly down the steps and into the back alley. Right before he had considered heading for home he felt a soft, furry something smack his shoulder.

He spun around.

It was an unusual creature that greeted him, it looked almost like some sort of snub nosed wolf. The thing had on a spiked, aggressive looking collar, though it was dressed in short cut trousers and a shirt that would have been at home on any villager. The great big paws though were quite different than what Gerald was used to seeing. They were similar to human hands but had very pointed fingers and were covered in fluffy speckled fur.

The creature let out a yip, as if in greeting.

“I saw you watching the bull. I saw you watching that mating and getting all excited,” the creature said, “it's a curious place to find a soldier, isn't it? In a shady place. Heha!”

“Is this an attempt at blackmail?” Gerald snapped, “I wouldn't try it, like you said I'm a decorated soldier-”

“Oh, Bonebreak knows all about your work. He's been watching you go to and fro to your tower,” the creature said, “maybe human doesn't know about gnolls. We like the dark, we also like to watch. We made great spies during the war.”

“So you were,” Gerald said, still unsure what such a sinister creature wished to have to do with him.

He did remember gnolls now, after being reminded. They weren't really his area, he hadn't dealt much with reconnaissance tactics on the front.

“Yeah,” the gnoll let out a yip, it almost sounded like a hiccuping laugh, “we know about you, too. You like men? You think bull is nice to look at? How about you come with me, good looking human. I can show you a good time, as good as he could.”

“How about-,” Gerald was about to give a blunt refusal but then he thought about it, he felt himself tempted.

This creature wasn't a bull. As wonderful as it had been to watch a good looking man sucking a beast dick of that size, his first go would have probably terrified him. This creature was a more normal, man size than the other and he seemed interested in Gerald, or at least interested enough to know something about him.

“I can't say I'm not curious,” Gerald said, “but I don't know anything about your kind.”

If Gerald wasn't mistaken, a thick dog-like tongue peeked out from the maw and licked some sharp, mean looking teeth. He did seem a bit more devious than than anyone had a right to be. The grin across his face was almost mocking, or a challenge. Gerald had never backed down from any challenge, so he took is as a good sign.

“Think human won't be disappointed learning all about gnoll habits,” Bonebreak said.

“Gerald is the name,” he said, “soldier the occupation. Pleasure to meet you, Bonebreak the-”

“Blacksmith,” Bonebreak said, “heha! Let's go to somewhere a little more quiet, yes? We can take our time, there.”

The gnoll seemed well versed in quiet and secluded places. He led Gerald to an area he had once well frequented when he'd needed to down on his knees a few times. He supposed this time wasn't that much different, except the recipient of his attentions was something quite unusual from his normal aggressive, hairier men. This was a strange and possibly dangerous beastman, and Gerald had to say despite his time in the war, he had never seen anything like him.

“On your knees pretty,” the gnoll said, “handsome. Forgive Bonebreak, the words come out all funny.”

“I'm not easily offended,” Gerald said, “and I've no idea what a human would even look like to you. For all I know, I might as well be wearing a frock.”

Bonebreak let out a loud cackle and then grabbed his own snout with his clawed hands to silence himself. They were still in a public place and a noise that loud might bring unwanted attention. Once they were in the clear, Bonebreak undid the leather belt that held up his pants and Gerald felt his heart pound in nervous anticipation.

It was such a big, thick pink cock and was presented right at his eye level. Gerald was in lust with it already, it was so different than what he was used to. It was mostly human in some ways, though instead of a bulbous head it seemed to be more of an oblong shape. The base and balls were furry, it made him feel curious about it. Wonder what they would taste like. But first things first, he had to satiate his curiosity, and he was drunk and of course, more than a little horny.

When on his knees the gnoll stretched out a furry paw and rested it on Gerald's head, it felt like such an odd gesture of affection. Gerald touched the tip with his tongue, he licked it almost daintily. The taste was quite as expected, nice, a bit muskier than he was used to but not unpleasant. He began to gently suck in the tip, and felt the precum grow against his tongue.

“Good man,” the gnoll said, agreeably, “knows what to do, he does.”

“Mmph,” Gerald said, liking the feel of a big, warm animal shaped cock against his tongue.

He sucked and slurped, taking the dick as deep in his throat as it could go. He had to admit, he was a little out of practice, war and duty made seeking time for pleasure difficult. But he felt he more than made up for rusty skills in enthusiasm and the gnoll he was pleasuring seemed to love it. The gnoll's pink, strangely dog-like tongue hung a little from the side of his mouth while an eerie smile was upon his snout.

“Mmph,” Gerald groaned.

“We try a little something, yeah?” Bonebreak said, “Get ready, handsome human man!”

The gnoll suddenly grabbed Gerald's head, he forced him down to the root. This should have been strangling and made him choke, instead the thick long tool slid directly down as if his throat had been born to take it. It was startling and also intensely arousing, this strange beast was having its way with his throat. It was using him to please itself, like he was a tool for pleasure.

“Thas' right pretty,” the gnoll cackled, “you take dick real good. I knew you would. Take it down, take it! Swallow it up! It's coming now, for you!”

Gerald felt his cock trapped between his thighs and the arc of pleasure rip through him. His erection had been flagging before but now it was rock hard. The smell of the cock was so different, it was so exciting. So beastly, musky and animal. He felt himself shake and gasp as he gripped his own cock, cumming in his trousers.

“Here it is pretty, lots of thick beast cum just for your small human mouth,” the gnoll cackled.

Gerald felt the cock halfway down his throat begin to spurt. He groaned around it, letting the cum soak everywhere, on his tongue. When the gnoll pulled out of his throat, a great gob landed across his face. He was marked by beast cum, spattered with their weird essence.

Panting heavily, Gerald felt his head spin from the intense orgasm he had just experienced. It had been so different, like nothing he had ever tried before. He certainly didn't know what to say or do next. But it seemed Bonebreak was rather satisfied by the whole experience. He rested a furry paw on top of Gerald's head and gave him a few, gentle pats.

“Heh, this was fun,” the gnoll said, pink tongue slipping from his furry maw, “you let me do more next time, eh?”

Gerald trembled and got up on shaky legs.

“We'll see,” he said, flushing and swallowing.

The gnoll patted him on the head again, it was a childish gesture. Like a boy petting a kitten. But it felt strangely right, Gerald flushed all over as he found himself liking it more than he thought was proper.

Once back home in his modest rooms by the barracks, Gerald cleaned himself up. He laid in bed thinking of being throat fucked by a beastman gnoll and considered how much he'd like to do it again.

During the next week, Gerald had little time to consider how he might contact his new and unusual lover. There were rumblings on the border of a skirmish lead by an undead and they had to investigate. Mercifully, it had been nothing but a disagreement between a necromancer and a few lizard men from a nearby swamp. An agreement was reached between the two concerning the excavation of bog graves, both went away congenial and his crew were told to arrest any undead they found lurking about and bring them back to their master. Once that was done, Gerald was amenable when Malcolm and Trevor suggested another night out at the Inn.

“We're off for the next week after this nonsense, “Malcolm said, “how about you?”

“I'm in,” Gerald said.

“Where did you go the last time,” Trevor said, “you disappeared right near the end of the night.”

“Nowhere special,” Gerald said.

“I think you went upstairs,” Tervor said, in a low voice, “have you got a man?”

“Course not,” Gerald said.

Trevor seemed unconvinced but it didn't seem to bother Malcolm any.

“We'll be there this coming night,” Malcolm said, “be ready for us to come by with the horses after dark.”

“I will be,” Gerald said.

It was a crowded night at the Inn, the beers were flowing and a small crowd of large, barbarian men had shown up from who knows where. They were just the stort that Trevor adored and they kept buying him beer. Trevor became enormously drunk and nearly fell down some stairs into the basement going after one of them. This was extremely funny to Malcolm but sheer annoyance to Gerald.

“I can see the flush creeping up your cheeks,” Malcolm said, “go on, I'll take care of him.”

“I told you, he's got a man!” Trevor cried in a heap at the bottom.

The Innkeeper and a few curious onlookers were laughing when they saw Trevor harmlessly in a heap at the bottom. Gerald took this opportunity to quietly slip upstairs and go out through the balcony stairway that led to the alleyway outside. He knew who would be waiting for him, or at least suspected. He wasn't disappointed.

“Hahe!” the gnoll cackled, “I see you there. Having a few drinks? Having fun?”

Bonebreak was watching him with hungry, beady eyes.

“I was,” Gerald said, “a friend fell down the stairs. He's fine but I'd rather spend my night out doing something other than looking after a drunk.”

Bonebreak licked his furry lips, “I can think of a few things.”

“Is that so?” Gerald said, “lead the way, friend.”

“Heha!” he cackled excitedly.

They went around the corner, quite out of sight of the usual patrons. Already, Gerald felt his heart beating quickly with excitement. The gnoll undid his rough worn trousers and his thick long cock was released from its confines. It was such a strange and glorious thing, Gerald couldn't wait to suck on its huge pink tip. He got down on his knees and began licking it lightly.

“Pretty human,” Bonebreak said, “I knew you'd be fun if I could get you. I been watching you for ages.”

It was a slightly disturbing admission as Gerald had been completely unaware he had been stalked. But he supposed beastmen were used to the wilds, hiding in a town was probably a simple matter for creatures that made their lives in the deep woods.

“Mmph,” Gerald said, “I'm enjoying this more than I thought.”

The gnoll let out a cheerful yip, it sounded like a happy noise so Gerald continued his sucking. Unlike the last time, the gnoll didn't grab his hair, rather he assisted Gerald back up onto his feet. He was a little sad to let go such a deliciously large cock but he wasn't sure what was about to happen, until the gnoll tugged on his shirt strings.

“We're hidden here,” Bonebreak said, in a low growly voice, “take off those clothes pretty human. No one's going to find us in this corner and beastmen like to be naked. We mate out in the open, it's the way we do things. To show off our mates to the others and make them envy us.”

“Mate?” Gerald said, curiously.

“You'll see,” the gnoll said, “it's a good time, just like before. Different but good, yes?”

“Yes,” Gerald said, only a little nervous.

But he could see the appeal of this, he had some idea of what might happen. He tried things like it before, though with a beastman did they know about human limitations? He wasn't sure. At least a gnoll's cock was manageable, not some enormous thing like a bull's.

Gerald undressed partially, the gnoll seemed extremely excited when he removed his shirt. He reached a furry paw out to his chest and squeezed his well formed pecs, pinching the nipples lightly.

“What nice naked things,” the gnoll cackled, “what a handsome, pretty man!”

Gerald snorted, “you've nice attributes yourself.”

Gerald supposed he looked downright lady like compared to a massive, furry gnoll with such enormous and appealingly large muscles. But these were the beastmen who had made their living fighting and killing during the war. The gnoll's chest was absolutely enormous and despite its soft fur, hard and powerful. His legs were much the same, bent in the way that a dog's were, with long furry feet that ended in dark tipped claws.

Their clothes were piled close by, just in case anyone caught them at it. Now they were as naked as they day they had been born and Bonebreak was massively erect, probably from the excitement of it all. Once they began to press their bodies together, Gerald realized fur against all of his sensitive places felt rather good.

“Pretty Gerald,” Bonebreak hissed, “do you want to feel a big gnoll dick?”

“I would,” Gerald said, “yes. I like what's in my hand right now.”

“You like being sucked too, yes? I can show you something fun. Turn around, let me guide you onto your fours, let me see those pink flanks.”

It was a little animalistic, Gerald would admit. But he was quite taken by this strange erotic dance they were doing with each other. He was as exotic to a gnoll, as a gnoll was to him. It was quite exciting being seen in such a way as so uniquely different. He got down on all fours and then he felt a snuffling, wet nose against his hole.

“Shouldn't there be-” Gerald sucked in a breath as a hot tongue flicked against him, “be preparations made?”

“Heha, we beastmen don't require much from humans, only willingness to submit,” Bonebreak said, “do you want to submit to me, pretty human? I like your backside, it twitches every time I lick.”

The gnoll lapped more aggressively and Gerald let out a cry. It felt so different, the rough wild tongue was going everywhere. Flushing all over, his own erection standing at attention, he spread his legs to let the tongue lick harder. The gnoll was aggressively lapping at him, as though he was cleaning his body somehow. The tongue was roiling and dipping inside and out, making Gerald tremble and moan with embarrassing vigor.

“Pretty human,” Bonebreak snuffled him, “very tasty.”

Gerald was without question being devoured, a human tongue was nothing compared to such a broad, flat and rough surface. It was all over him inside, he was shaking from it. He could swear he felt himself softening from the pleasure, opening up inside. He had to press his arms against the stone wall of the alley to keep himself from collapsing in a heap from the wild feelings whipping through him.

Then, quickly as it had started the gnoll removed his snout. And Gerald felt something hot and warm press against the very entrance of his hole. That was when his conversation from the last outing floated back into his head. Could beastmen really make human men pregnant? It sounded so ridiculous, he wasn't going to ask but he'd at least have the presence of mind to ask Bonebreak to cum outside if he didn't intend to on his own.

With that resolution, Gerald welcomed the first tender presses against his hole. Everything else had felt so good, he normally wasn't a fan of penetration. But he was moist, supple and licked and he felt the tip slide in with barely any resistance at all.

It seemed the large dicks of beastmen were more slick than any human cock ever had a right to be.

“Ahh!” Gerald let out a cry, he couldn't help it.

“Yes, good human, heha,” Bonebreak cackled, “that's more like it. But just the tip for you today. You like it? I bet that feels good in your human crevice. Our dicks are smooth and go right into that pleasure place you humans like so much.”

“Ahh! God,” Gerald said, his legs shaking from the pleasure.

The damn gnoll had been right, as Bonebreak's cock had slid in a little deeper, he could feel his insides being rubbed just right by the thick rod. But the gnoll was also somewhat of a tease, he didn't go all the way in, just a minute amount. Enough to make Gerald shake and squirm and wish for more.

“Maybe next time you get it all,” Bonebreak said, “for now, you've been a naughty human keeping your backside all to yourself. Heha!”

Gerald moaned, even the tip made him feel hot all over. Were beastmen magical? Did they take over men with their musk and spunk? He had no idea but he certainly felt very strange. Aroused beyond anything he'd ever felt, and while normally he liked fondling his own dick, he had to work to keep himself hard. He couldn't have stopped his erection this time if he tried, his cock twitched wildly and when Bonebreak swiveled his hips and made sure only his tip went out and slid back in, Gerald found himself cumming helplessly hard to his great surprise.

“Ahh-ah!” he groaned, his cum splattering onto the grass.

“Heha,” Bonebreak said, cackling, “you like it. I knew you would. Beastmen and men were meant to be together, didn't you know? Whimper pretty human for my dick and I might slide a little more in.”

“Please,” Gerald found himself moaning, his twitching hole grasping what it could, “slide in all the way!”

“Not yet,” the gnoll said, lightly thrusting in and out, “but soon. Now beg, pretty. Beg for my cum. I'll make sure your face is coated.”

“Yes, yes! Please, I want your gnoll cum!” Gerald cried.

When the gnoll removed his cock completely, he hauled Gerald around who quickly got onto his knees. He waited for it, eagerly. The cum splattered on his face in great gobs, he lapped it up. It smelled so good, so right. He rubbed it into his chest. He felt almost delirious from it and the heavy scent of animal musk.

“Now pretty? You see why beastmen and men are such good friends all of a sudden. Heha!” Bonebreak said.

“Yes, oh god,” Gerald said, his body still shaking from the after effects, “it's so good.”

The gnoll put his paw once more on top of Gerald's head. It felt more than a comfort after making love, it was possessive. An animal gesture.

Once calmed enough to clean themselves up a bit, the gnoll regarded him with his beady animal eyes.

“Should think about what liking beastmen means,” Bonebreak said, yipping slightly, “if you're fine with it, come back again tomorrow. But know that if you come back, Bonebreak won't let you go so easily. I'll have you the way I want to and once I do, there's no going back.”

It felt like both a threat and an invitation and was just as tempting in either direction. Gerald had begun to dress himself but he had collapsed onto his knees, feeling slightly dizzy from stimulation. His head was gently patted and then the gnoll went on his way into the darkness and left him. He wasn't entirely sure what Bonebreak meant, he didn't know if he was just teasing him or telling some sort of strange truth.

The next night, Gerald wandered through the town in the evening. He looked at all of its peaceful and well lit houses and the little families within them. Maybe he hadn't thought he'd ever have anything like that, not with his proclivities. Of course, men married other men or lived with them just fine, but the thought of having a family was a strange one. He'd lost what was left of his long ago, during the first wars. Whatever Bonebreak had in store for him, Gerald felt like he wasn't risking much to find out. And after all, he had made his life by running towards danger and not away from it.

That night at the Inn, Gerald met Malcolm and Trevor as he always did.

“I'd really like to know where you're going every night,” Trevor said, a little less drunk this time.

“Where do you think,” Malcolm said with a snort, “upstairs with a man.”

“No he wasn't,” Trevor said, looking suspicious, “I looked upstairs. He wasn't there.”

“Don't bother him Trevor,” Malcom said, “he could be going 'round the corner it's not our business. Another beer, Gerald?”

“Yes, thank you,” Gerald said.

He refused to answer their questions even if Malcolm gave him a particularly scrutinizing gaze. There wasn't much point in telling the truth, he'd doubt they'd believe him. Or even know what a gnoll was, it wasn't like they were terribly common even among beastmen.

After the two had become very drunk and very merry, once again Gerald slipped out through the balcony at the back. He went into the dark alley and stood by the lantern with the lowest, deepest glow.

There were some sounds of lust nearby. Two men having a go at each other, he listened, getting hard from the sound of their low moans. Then he heard some laughter, there were a few men who had gotten drunk that were aiming their piss at a metal tin pot some distance away. But nothing more, not a sound or any indication someone else might be coming.

Gerald waited for some time longer but no one arrived. When a few more of the swaying patrons were dispersed he resolved to go back inside, perhaps he was mistaken about the night.

Just as he was about to leave he felt a strong paw on his back.

“Had your chance to escape,” Bonebreak said, “heha! Now you're mine, aren't you, pretty human?”

“I don't know what that means exactly,” Gerald said, “but I intend to find out.”

The gnoll licked its lips eagerly, it's animal pink tongue flicking out of its strange maw.

“I'm going to have you,” Bonebreak said, “don't you know what beastmen do to humans?”

Gerald gazed up at the strange animal, he licked his own lips slightly. The gnoll undid his trousers again, and displayed his thick, long cock.

“Lick it,” Bonebreak said, “pretty human. And I'll show you.”

Practically falling to his knees in lust Gerald began sucking the tip, he dared to touch the furry balls and roll them gently in his hands. He felt their heft and knew they were full and ready. He wanted it, on some level, even if the terror of what might happen did go through his head. What if he got pregnant? But no, that was still too absurd a notion. It was only a fearful and confused rumor, wasn't it?

Gerald slurped the cock down just as the gnoll grabbed his hair and made sure his cock made its way down his throat. The thrusts weren't gentle but Gerald was used to it now, to the slide of a big thick rod going down and hitting the back of his throat. The heavy musk was making him feel almost dizzy, it was powerful, overriding any sensibility he may have had. He choked and gagged just a little, then managed to eagerly take the cock even deeper. Once at the back of his throat, the gnoll forced him down and held him there for a few moments. He could breathe, somewhat. But as the fur at the base and heavy soft balls stroked his chin, he was so terribly aroused. He'd never felt so hard without even being touched before, not since the last time he'd been on his knees for the gnoll.

“Now pretty,” Bonebreak said, “heha! We save our good juice for what we're about to do.”

The gnoll pulled him off his cock, it was wet with saliva and dripped with precum. His own cock was dripping too, staining his trousers, nearly ready to shoot.

“Take off your clothes,” Bonebreak said, “get on all fours like the animal you humans really are. Become my wife and take my big cock in that pretty hole!”

Gerald's cock twitched at being called a wife, it wasn't exactly derogatory but it was a bit odd. Somehow, it lit a fire inside of him. He knew what would happen now, he was going to be mounted and mated by a gnoll. He was going to be pushed inside again, fucked like a beast. He wanted it so badly. He stripped off his clothes and so did the gnoll, their clothes in heaps in the darkest area of the alley.

The gnoll's eyes glowed a sinister yellow in the low lamp, like a cat's. It was beautiful in a monstrous way.

“Be ready, pretty,” Bonebreak cackled, “I'm not going to hold back.”

Gerald felt his cock twitch with excitement and turned around. The feeling of a furry body pressing against his back felt amazing, he felt the hot thick cock he had sucked begin to penetrate the very edges of his hole. He hadn't ever liked penetration this much but a beastman was so different. He felt the cock slide in, felt the thick rod go deep. He let out a pitiful moan when the gnoll pressed far enough in that his furry balls slapped once against his backside.

“That's right,” Bonebreak said, cackling, “pretty human. Take my big dick, you'll love it. Love it even more when it squirts inside. Doesn't matter how man you are, right now, you're my wife! My pretty human get!”

With a mad sounding cackle, the gnoll dove in deep. Gerald found himself once again grabbing the edges of the brick wall for support. He was on his knees like an animal being fucked by a giant beastman, and he was loving it. He cried out, unstoppable. He wasn't concerned who heard him, even when the alley echoed and bounced their voices around. He groaned and salivated, felt the gnoll pounding his sweetest, aching places. He felt the big gnoll cock twitch and grind into him, building a place for itself in his gut.

“Ahh!” Gerald said.

Convulsing helplessly, he felt himself cumming so hard it almost hurt. But the gnoll didn't even stop, he kept thrusting, pounding ruthlessly. Fucking Gerald until he found himself begging.

“Please, oh god, oh please,” he moaned, “I can't stop. I can't stop cumming! Your dick is so good, what the hell are you? How are you doing this? Ohh!”

“You think you feel good now?” Bonebreak grunted, “I'm going to show you what being the wife of a beastman really means! Heha!”

On the last thrust, the gnoll pulled out. Gerald collapsed onto his chest, he could feel himself gaping. Twitching, wishing there was a cock inside his hole.

“Turn around,” the gnoll said, “let me show you real pleasure, pretty human.”

Gerald slowly, agonizingly turned over. He collapsed onto his back, slightly panting. The gnoll stood above him, his huge thick rod almost threatening. Twitching. Eagerly waiting.

But there, behind them, Gerald could see Trevor face flushed and cock in his hand. He was stroking it while watching him. He should have been embarassed, said something, acted ashamed. But he couldn't stop, not now.

“Spread those thighs,” Bonebreak said, pink tongue flicking out the side of his mouth, “show me your insides.”

Gerald was in such a state, he had no resistance whatever to doing whatever he was told. He spread his legs back as far as they could go and moaned and begged.

“Please,” he said, “fuck me like an animal! I'll be your woman, I'll do anything you ask! Just keep putting it inside, keep forcing that big dick in my hole!”

The gnoll licked his lips and eagerly began to slide inside.

“We're mating now,” Bonebreak said, sinister eyes glinting, “you'll feel the difference in every stroke. Gonna make your human hole into a nice spot for all my babies. Heha! You're in for it now!”

Gerald didn't really care what was being said to him, all he could focus on was the feeling of a huge gnoll dick sliding into his insides. He was on his back with his legs being held down, his tender hole exposed to the strongest beastman he had ever encountered. He was really being mated like this, he was submitting so completely in a way he'd never done with a real human man. He was being utterly ruined by a big, beastman dick. And he was loving it, the feeling of it sliding in and out like nothing he'd ever felt before.

“Take my cock slutty human,” Bonebreak said, snapping and snarling, “take my big dick! You might have towns and villages but you'll never have a dick like this! I'm breaking you for my tribe, see? Have my kits, human bitch! Take all my cum in that weeping snatch I'm breaking open!”

“Ahh!” Gerald cried out, whatever nonsense that was being spoken to him, he didn't mind.

The gnoll could really fuck, and Gerald was being pressed into the soft ground by every thrust. He could feel the furry balls slapping his ass, the weight of the enormous Bonebreak pressing down on him. He'd do anything to get that dick again, he knew he would. He'd crawl on his knees, he'd beg, he'd allow himself to be called all sorts of rude things as long as Bonebreak would hold him down and fuck him until he screamed.

Gerald felt the heavy balls press against his backside, he shivered all over when he felt the first spurt of cum.

“Oh gods,” Gerald said, legs shaking, “Ahh!”

“Take it, take it all!” the gnoll cackled.

His hole was being dominated by gnoll cum. Absolutely coated in it, he could feel the large spurts splattering against his insides, covering them with hot musk. It felt a little strange, like something was being changed in his stomach. Some magic that was working but beastmen didn't use magic, did they? He had no idea, really. For all he knew, the impression was all in his head. He'd never had sex like this.

“Ooh that was good,” Bonebreak said, gripping his thighs with his long claws, “I want another go.”

“A-another?!” Gerald said, twitching under him.

His body felt so used already.

“I'm going to make that sweet human hole all sloppy,” the Bonebreak said, pink tongue lapping at his teeth, “now lay back, and take all my squirts pretty human.”

“I have a name, you know,” Gerald said.

“Heha, Gerald, my pretty wife,” Bonebreak said, snorting.

“That's right,” Gerald said, bemused, “your wife the weathered soldier.”

But that was all he could get out. Once the gnoll started thrusting again, he felt his legs give out, his mind go blank with pleasure. All he could do was ride his thrusts and cry out when his hole was filled again and again with thick, musky gnoll semen.

“Ahh!” Gerald cried.

The gnoll leaned over his face and stuck his pink tongue in his mouth, it tasted so strange. So unusual but something about it felt very right. He was kissing Bonebreak, a gnoll who had filled his ravaged hole with his spunk and would again and again.

“Mm,” Bonebreak sighed happily, “pretty wife.”

Gerald wasn't sure if he should be flattered or offended but he was stuffed full of gnoll cum, so he continued to not particularly mind.

It must have been a great deal of time later, dawn was almost approaching when Bonebreak finally finished his last thrusting. He helped Gerald up who felt slightly sore and had some very tired muscles from being in such a strange position for so long.

“You smell like a beastwife,” Bonebreak said, making happy yip sounds, “this is pleasing to me. This is good, yes?”

“Yes,” Gerald said, his legs still shaking, “best I've ever had.”

“Bonebreak will be back,” he said, “but has some things to do. You keep your hole for me, human. You keep yourself for Bonebreak's tribe, yeah? Then we'll do it all over again when Bonebreak gets back.”

“All right,” Gerald said, having no idea what he was agreeing to.

He wondered vaguely where Trevor had gone, but realized he had probably been too embarrassed to stick around. Though there was a very sodden patch of grass nearby, coated in cum. It seemed someone else had found watching beastman sex arousing.

After their intense coupling, Gerald definitely needed to bathe. He stopped by the public bath just as it was opening in the morning and got to the fresh hot water before anyone else. He used the private facilities to make sure he was clean and not leaking gnoll cum everywhere. Then he went home refreshed and clean and feeling a bit fuzzy in the head.

That next day, he went to work a little nervous about seeing Trevor but he didn't say anything specific. Just glanced up at him nervously with a strange look. He whispered something to Malcom who snapped at him to keep quiet, then they went on their circuits as was usual.

Gerald found himself feeling a little odd in the afternoon. He touched his abdomen, it would be natural to be a bit tender but it wasn't that. Just a funny feeling that something was happening, like the soft brush of magic, or a curse on the air.

“You're pregnant,” Trevor said, startling him.

“Do you mind?” Gerald said, they were in the armory changing room and he had just undone his belt buckle.

“I saw what you did,” Trevor said, swallowing thickly, “it's super dangerous. You're definitely, absolutely pregnant!”

“And I think you're crazy,” Gerald said, “I'm not ashamed of Bonebreak, he's a good lover. Seems nice enough, for a gnoll.”

“It's risky,” Trevor said, “besides, don't you know beastmen kidnap the mothers of their children and take them away to their tribe? I wouldn't be surprised if he did something like that to you, if you are!”

“Will you stop?” Gerald said, “If anyone kidnapped anybody, we'd be the ones to know. You're acting like you're jealous.”

“I'm not jealous! I'd never want to do- to do that with a beastman!,” Trevor said, looking flushed, “but don't say I didn't warn you.”

Nothing would be apparent at all until a good three months later. That's when Gerald took off his uniform at home, looked down and noticed.

“Oh shit,” he said.

There was a tiny, slightly bulging. Not anything to worry about, maybe too much better. Except that Gerald suddenly remembered what his companions had said about beastmen.

Was he-...?

“Gods be damned!” he said.

That afternoon he made inquiries around town focusing on the market square, he actually didn't know anything about gnolls. He'd been preoccupied. Some of the traders had frequent dealings with them and would be likely to know more.

“The camps are deep in the woods,” an elderly leather worker told him, “come in with real good hides. I think there was a blacksmith though who set up on the edge of town. He's recent, don't know their names though. Awful funny, hard to keep track of. Things like Bonechewer and Gutripper. Strange, if you ask me.”

“Do you have any idea what they might be doing here?” Gerald said, keeping an eye out.

Gerald saw a well dressed wolfman go by, a lizardman holding the hand of a small lizard child. But the vast number of people who filed by the market were ordinary human villagers. There weren't any gnolls at all and when Gerald thought about it, he hadn't seen them around town except the one.

“Where's this blacksmith?” he said.

The blacksmith was at the very edge of town, it was more of a trading outpost than a proper smithy but it still had an anvil and a forge and all the tools and items one would expect. There was no one manning it at the time, Gerald wandered in looking around. It was dim under the awning, nearly dark on a cloudy overcast day.

It was well taken care of, that was evident and whoever did the smithing did good, if very rustic, work. There were axes and spears in a roughshod but handsome style. They looked like they could have taken off the heads of a few ogres with a good strike.

“Like it?” the hissing voice said.

Gerald dropped the axe immediately in surprise.

“God damn you,” Gerald said, “what are you doing, lurking in the dark?”

The gnoll looked extremely pleased with itself, licking his jaw and grinning maniacally.

“Pretty human came back,” gnoll said, “I'd wondered when you'd get around to it. Heard you were busy chasing skeletons, the new necromancer in town is quite a handful.”

“Yeah,” Gerald said, “she's a real joy. Now you going to tell me why I feel funny or not?”

“Funny?” The gnoll said, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“You know what I'm talking about,” Gerald said, hefting up his chest guard, “this!”

“Heha!” Bonebreak let out a cackle, it became a full blown laugh.

“What?” Gerald snapped, “What's so funny? I could have you arrested!”

The gnoll finally calmed himself and sauntered up, pleased as anything. When the furry paws went around Gerald's waist, he felt less aggrieved than he would have liked.

“Beastmen make love,” Bonebreak said, licking his face once with his pink tongue, “to get wife. You're belly is full of my get. Come live with me? You can be soldier later, or not at all. Whatever you want. Tribes are friendly, very happy to have new kits. They take them off our hands, motherhood very easy when you're the wife of a beastman.”

“I-” Gerald hesitated.

The gnoll leaned in close, its hot breath against Gerald's ear, “you want to feel good again, yeah? Bonebreak make you feel good a lot, you can have lots of young that way. You'll love being all filled up, promise. And we give kits to tribe and they make good gnolls, you'll see.”

“Gnolls?” Gerald said.

“How you think beastmen make more beastmen?” the gnoll said, “we find pretty humans and we mate them. So come with me, yes? For a while, see if you like it.”

“I'm sure I'll like it,” Gerald said, somewhat flummoxed, “at least part of it. All right. I guess. For a while. But if I don't like it, I can go yeah?”

“After kits, sure,” Bonebreak said, “or maybe Bonbreak love you so good even if you hate it, you live with him anyway. Heha!”

Even if he said that Gerald could leave if he wished it, it wasn't like he was a slouch in battle. But Bonebreak seemed pretty confident that he'd stay. Perhaps he was right but it wasn't as if Gerald would tell him that.

The gnoll drew him close and licked his ear.

“You finish your duty,” Bonebreak said, “and when you're done, you come here. And I'll be sure to welcome my wife good. Heha!”

Gerald shivered all over. He would do exactly as he was told because he knew when he returned, there would be a randy gnoll husband waiting for him. With a thick dick and hungry eyes and he'd get on all fours and be his wife for the whole night.

“All right,” Gerald said, “you have a deal.”

He wasn't wrong about anything, and that night as his stomach swelled bit by bit, Bonebreak put him on all fours and fucked him hard and long. It was more than sex, it was being bred. It was making love.

And Gerald wouldn't ever give that up, not ever, even if he was going to give birth because of it.

FIN