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Contagious Humors

Reaping the fruits of his labor was the best thing that had ever happened to Perth. After being an apprentice to a dour grumbling smith for two years, he'd finally been fed up with the idea that he was being paid only in knowledge. And so, he stocked himself with six blades meant for some of their higher class patrons, and left to find his way in the world.

He had needed to put some distance between himself and his previous captor's abode, the stuffy old metal worker no doubt having charged him with larceny and breach of apprenticeship the moment he left. Of course, in addition to the swords, he had taken some coinage as well, not the two years of pay that he deserved, but just enough for food and transport, which aided in his travels immensely.

Initially, the going had been tough. The greatsword, broadsword, short sword, two daggers, and a dirk, he kept carefully rolled up in a canvas tarp that was awkward at best: terribly hard to carry after taking a bumpy carriage to the next nearby village. No inn wanted to serve a scruffy brown haired young man that looked like they belonged scrubbing chimneys, and everyone was suspicious of his canvas mystery bag, like he was carrying some kind of corpse in there.

After carrying the uncomfortable bundle for a few more days, he decided to see if it was any easier to carry the blades in their proper holsters. He was far enough away then that no one could really be looking for the missing swords anyways. It took some doing, but after some careful adjusting of leather belts and straps, he was armed to the teeth, not that he had the slightest idea of how to use a sword other than swinging it like a hammer.

The next roadhouse he had entered was miraculous. He was fetched a cup of ale without asking, completely on the house. It took him a few minutes to realize what had happened. A scruffy looking man with a tunic was nothing important, but a scruffy looking man with six swords was something to be respected. It may have had something to do with Perth's physique as well, as the years of working in a forge had given him a quite muscular visage, even if his right arm was always slightly stronger than his left.

From that day forwards, Perth traveled like a mercenary, letting people think what they would, and never passing up free room and board when it was offered. It was hard not to play it up, inventing stories about fighting off bandits when working for the Kockston Company, or traveling with a caravan of nomads to the deserts in the south loaded with spices and silk. Had he stayed in one place for any longer than a day, he may have gotten himself in trouble, but as it was, he simply passed through and kept moving north, living like anything but a runaway apprentice.

After another week or so, Perth arrived at the village of Clerkwell, which had been described to him as a very traditional place by the last settlement he had passed. The location was an oddly silent hive of activity: there were people out with brushes, scrubbing the sides of their shops judiciously while families peered out at him quietly from shuttered windows. It looked like there had been some kind of a commotion recently . . .

Their mode of dress was peculiar as well, the women wearing ankle length dresses instead of the skirts or trousers that most country women seemed to favor. The men were mostly wearing city clothes as well, with nary a spot of grime on them. There wasn't all that much damage done to the town that he could see save for a few broken banisters and the remnants of a crushed barrel being tided up by a dapper man with a cart.

Wondering exactly what was going on, he wandered over to the public house, which as far as he could tell, had no name, just a picture of a pint on a simple wooden sign. This was not a very creative town . . .

Proceeding through the open door, he felt immediately out of place when the eight people sitting inside turned to stare at him, saying nothing as someone leaned over their table to whisper conspiratorially to their compatriot, a thin gray haired man in a tweed jacket. The place was conspicuously spotless, almost to the point of feeling antiseptic.

The bartender himself seemed far too dapper for the town he was in, white starched shirt and braces straining to contain his rather heavyset frame. He turned to Perth as the runaway apprentice approached the bar, pouring a quite anemic looking cup of ale for him in a simple blown glass cup.

"Hail, warrior." The keep began somewhat tentatively.

"Uhh, hail." Perth took the beer in one hand, scratching the back of his head with the other, feeling like he was supposed to be saying something else. "Looks like a storm blew through . . ."

"This was no storm, stranger." The bartender took to polishing the oak bar even though it was ostensibly spotless. "These are dire times that we live in."

"Was it bandits? Looks like hardly anything was damaged." Perth scratched at the scraggly stubble that he'd been growing since he set out.

"Some things can be broken on the_inside_." Another cool voice interrupted Perth's line of questioning, the smaller tweed-clad man taking a seat just to the left of him with careful measure. "You see, God has a place for everything, and our place is to live as cleanly lives as possible. As mayor of this village, it's my duty to make sure that everyone stays clean, both inside and out." His watery gray eyes met Perth's directly as he spoke.

"So . . . Someone messed up your stuff?" Perth had heard of a lot of different religions, but had never seen a group of people be quite so put off put about a little mess.

"You look like a capable man . . ." The mayor changed tack, leaning in and lowering his voice.

"I uhh . . . Obviously. I've long walked the warrior's path." Adopting his mercenary voice, he was a little flushed as the lie passed his lips, but the mayor seemed to take it as anger.

"No offense meant, Sir." The mayor cast his gaze down. "But we could use the help of an able bodied fellow of the world like yourself. We are quite a lucrative stop for the traders and can reward you quite handsomely . . ."

"We should be dealing with this ourselves!" Everyone in the bar swiveled about as the door to the kitchen slammed open, a blonde haired young man emerging in an apron and a loose spun woolen shirt.

"Barthlow, this is not your concern!" The bartender shouted, suddenly going red in the face. "And you're filthy. How dare you disrespect the mayor by wearing such _rags_in the village."

"These rags were made by my_mother_: the woman you married. Or have you already forgotten?" His piercing blue eyes stared daggers at the portly innkeep, completely lacking in any kind of familial warmth.

"You shut your mouth you ungrateful little cur, or by God I'll . . ." The bar keeper dropped his rag and raised his hand, shaking with rage.

"Simon." The mayor's voice was quiet but the innkeep's complexion immediately paled. "It is God's job to judge those who he deems unclean. Ours is but to stay cleanly, and next to the Lord."

"Yes, sir. Of course . . ." The rotund man trailed off, resuming polishing the glossy counter as Perth watched, becoming more and more uneasy.

"Gah." The youth slammed the door to the kitchen behind him as he left their company unceremoniously.

"Please excuse the lad." The mayor shook his head. "He has wild blood in his veins, and has not yet reached the wisdom of a cleanly life."

"It's fine . . ." Perth mumbled. "I was just passing through so . . ."

"Ahh yes, you were going to help us with our little predicament, right? We are ever so grateful for your help, outsider." The mayor interjected in his completely controlled tone, not allowing Perth any room to disagree.

"I suppose, I mean . . . I carry quite a price. I'm not sure you village folk could really manage to . . ." He waved his hand in a circle as if searching for a word.

"Once you have heard of our woes you may name your price, warrior." The mayor smiled with his all-too-placid grin. "Our wealth may surprise you. Now, this righteous village has been beset by . . ."

He cleared his throat, looking suddenly as uncomfortable as Perth felt. "Gnolls." He finished in a whisper.

"Gnolls?" Perth asked. He had heard the word a few times before. Something to do with beasts . . .

"Terrible, mindless, inhuman creatures." The mayor shook his head. "They have brought their terrible vile filth to the village twice now. I fear we may never clean our houses or minds after another . . . visitation."

"What exactly did they do?" Perth asked quizzically. The property damage had seemed quite minimal for wild beasts.

"Terrible unspeakable depravities: things that no god-fearing family should ever see . . ." The mayor's voice rose and lowered to a hush. "But they are simple minded and slow. None that I witnessed even carried so much as a club."

"Really? I mean, not that it matters to one such as myself." Perth looked relieved. "They aren't vicious at all though . . ." He looked to the mayor. "Right?"

"Of course not. They have not God's blessing of order, and are hardly even a pack of mangy dogs, merely an unruly mob of drooling cretins. A swordsman of your caliber could take down the lot of them in three strokes of your blades." The mayor assured him matter-of-factly.

"Right," began Perth, nodding slowly. "A job of this magnitude would be pricey though. I won't do it for under . . ." He considered. Honestly, he just wanted to move on, so he quoted a price that would make a noble pause. "One pound, two ounces, in gold."

"You are a shrewd businessman." The mayor looked up at him with appraising eyes. "But we value our village more than gold. You have yourself a deal."

"Wha . . ." Perth barely managed to catch himself. That was nearly a year's wage in the city. "Of course. You are kind." His breath was coming faster as he considered. If it was really as easy as the mayor said, he could make enough to build his own forge in some distant city . . . "I don't know this area well though. I'll need a guide to take me to . . ."

"I'll do it!" The light wooden door to the kitchen slammed open again, revealing Barthlow holding a kitchen knife with a look of wild eagerness in his eyes.

"You damned idiot, boy!" The bar keeper roared swinging his arm as he turned around, knocking an earthen pitcher to the floor with a clinking crash.

"Simon . . ." The mayor again brought out his quiet voice that could have been audible for miles. "We must clean our own filth before we attend to others." He produced a kerchief and wiped his hands surreptitiously before returning it to his breast pocket.

"Yes, your Lordship, I mean, Sir. As you wish, Sir." The barkeep's rage was again quelled in an instant as he looked at the broken pitcher with chagrin. Perth watched in a certain kind of uneasy fascination as he rushed for the broom and pan in the corner.

"Now then, Barthlow." The mayor turned to face the somewhat unkempt youth for the first time. "I will allow you to lead this righteous warrior, but only as a form of education. When you see the hideous face of the unclean, you might better understand our true place in life."

The blue eyed vagrant looked taken aback as his portly father then spoke for him. "But Sir, this can't be . . ."

"Simon . . ." The mayor cut through his words like a hot knife. "Do you wish for your son to find the true path to godliness?"

"Of course, sir, but . . ."

"Then you will simply have to trust in the Lord and his mysterious ways." The mayor finished as if daring the flustered innkeeper to continue.

"I'll do it. I mean, we'll take the fight to those bastards, won't we?" The taken-aback Barthlow looked towards Perth with a wide grin.

"Err, yes. Absolutely." Perth nodded. Feeling like he had been swept up in some kind of unlikely storm.

"You can set off on the morrow." The mayor smiled his particular reserved smile. "Until then, please enjoy our hospitality." He gave a telling glance to the innkeep and his son as they began setting out platters and mugs, the older one silent, the younger full of unbridled enthusiasm as they began into a night of food and drink, completely devoid of music, dance, or any sense of warmth.

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The duo awoke the next morning and left before dawn with the town barely stirring while Perth conspicuously buckled on his six scabbards. The barkeep looked concerned, but there was a hint of pride in his voice as he wished his son a safe trek. Barthlow seemed more comfortable in the woods as he led Perth along, pointing out useful herbs, deadly poisons, and plants that had been broken days before by a small pack of large pawed feet.

Perth simply followed along, answering the young man's questions as best he could. Yes, being a warrior is difficult, many mercenaries don't last more than a few years. No, he'd never seen a dragon. Yes, there are women that fight as well, some as lovely as they are feared. No, there were never any gnolls in the larger cities. He based most of his answers off of the stories he had heard as a child about kings and wizards and fearless barbarians who saved princesses, but with a few grittier details that he added to keep things believable.

Barthlow was full of stories as well, his mother had been raised on the frontier, and knew the woods as her home. She could live off the land and knew all kinds of marvelous things. She had left when he was seven, run out of town as the new mayor converted the town to its current regime of cleanliness. Barthlow had been trying to get his father to leave for years, but the old man was set in his ways, and he could hardly just leave him behind . . . He continued to spin his sad yarn as they trekked through the thick pines.

"I think we're getting close." The homespun youth paused his rambling, looking over his shoulder with a grin. "These tracks look fresh." He touched a patch of trodden mud, rubbing some between his fingers.

"Good . . . fine." Perth answered, heartbeat quickening, one hand tightening around the hilt of his broadsword. He wondered if it would truly be as easy as the mayor said.

They climbed a small rise before Barthlow ducked behind a boulder and motioned for Perth to do the same, making a motion for him to look out around the side.

Perth did, ducking his head out and gazing down into a stark ravine, flanked by steep shale walls, thickly forested at the tops. He could just make out the two figures from this distance, walking hunched over with a shambling gait. They wore no clothes to speak of, being covered in a coarse swampish fur and a few shreds of leather or cord. One seemed to stumble against the other both of them rolling in the dirt for a minute before rising and walking forwards around a bend in the ravine, out of eye shot.

"Alright." Perth sniffed. These things didn't look so tough. This would be more like slaughtering sheep than any kind of real combat. He kept telling himself. "Thanks for guiding the way. I'll take it from here."

"Wait, I can fight." Barthlow objected, pulling his woods-knife from its sheath. "Take me with you."

"That's not a risk I'm willing to take." Perth hazarded, running a hand through his coarse brown hair. "It's my duty to make sure you get home in one piece." Really he just didn't want the youth to see how untrained he was with his blades.

"But I'm not afraid!" Barthlow stepped forwards.

"That's your first mistake." Perth replied, making it up as he went along. "A true warrior uses fear as his ally. You can watch from here." He said, striding out from behind the rock and making his way down to the ravine as quietly as possible with a grin. That had sounded pretty convincing.

"But I can't see anything . . ." Barthlow hissed, looking over the rock as the warrior descended.

Perth pretended not to hear, making his way down to the gravelly bottom and unsheathing his broadsword. He liked this one because it felt the most like working in the forge. His heartbeat pulsed in his ears as he moved forwards, each of his own movements sounding impossibly loud as he tightened his grip, knuckles white. There were faint sounds coming from ahead, some louder gruff vocalizations and a strange higher pitched manic tittering that ground at his senses, even from this distance. Perth could also hear them moving around, slow clumsy noises accentuated by animal panting and bestial grunts of exertion followed by the occasional strange sloppy squelch.

In a few more steps, his brow furrowed. The air was redolent with a musky animal reek and something else, some pervasive filthy scent that he couldn't place even though it seemed oddly familiar. Arriving at the sharp corner of the ravine, he steeled himself, trying his best not to gag as he turned the bend in one sharp motion, holding his sword aloft and bellowing at the top of his lungs as he rushed in to the fray.

What he had expected to see was a pack of vaguely humanoid animals skulking around. What he had _not_expected was a hulking seven foot tall creature mounting another and slamming into it with wild thrusts before pulling back and staring at the shocked man, black skinned throbbing animal cock spilling out ropes of milky white corruption that spattered onto the back of its male lover, coating its bared dark skinned asshole and leaking down its dusky tan furred taint. This was before the barely bipedal monster turned towards him, vaguely pointed thick member dripping out jolts of seed onto the dry dust of the canyon floor with thick heavy plops.

There were more of them, one bunch centered around a larger gnoll leaning in and suckling at the crotch of another which let out a dumb howl of appreciation. Its hindquarters were raised behind it, ebony member bobbing as another gnoll licked in at the creature's exposed dark skinned pucker in long slobbery strokes before another shuffled in, joining in the lewd activity with unthinking eagerness. They both panted heavily leaning towards each other with their burly animal necks, muzzles entwining in a twisted parody of a kiss against the straining orifice.

Perth was taken aback. This must have been the "uncleanness" that the mayor had alluded to. The musky sour scent hung fresh and heavy in the air from the dribbles of drying semen on the ground and the other creature's fur as it stood up, reaching behind itself with a crude pawed hand and collecting a string of jizzum that it licked from its leathery fingers with a huffing giggle. Perth almost retched, looking on with horrified fascination as the beasts continued with unabashed glee in a pile of musky mindless fucking.

Raising his blade, Perth stepped forwards. The beasts seemed aware of him, but none had made the slightest signs of stopping their perverse reverie. The scent of their animal lust was smothering him as his breathing quickened, hands ready to bring down his blade and crush the first oozing gnoll before him as if he were hammering out a horseshoe. But a high pitched tittering caused him to swing around and bump into the solid muscular frame of a hulking gnoll that had wandered behind him while he was . . . distracted. The reassuring heft of his broadsword clattered to the ground as the beast grabbed him, huge muscly arms wrapping around his chest from behind as the beast opened its maw and let out a manic chuckle directly in his ear. He tried to pull away, but the beast was impossibly strong, holding him with ease before licking in at his ear, foul tongue slipping inside with a wet squelch as it continued to laugh compulsively.

The laughter rolled around in Perth's mind, even as he elbowed the creature and pulled away, clumsily drawing his thin dirk and holding it before him. He reached up and scraped at the thick spittle on his head, turning and trying to face the gnolls all around him, some still engaged in debauchery while others had risen, closing in on him with wild gleams in their eyes and vivid giggles leaking from their black lips.

The surrounded man couldn't help but imagine what he looked like, an ex-blacksmith's apprentice surrounded by bloodthirsty gnolls, trying to defend himself with a finely crafted blade that he had no clue how to use. A grin split his face and a wild pressure built up in his chest, bubbling up as a strange choking laugh, ending in a fit of coughing that had him doubled over, the filthy reek of the animals filling his lungs and seeming to seep down his throat. The dirk fell to the ground almost silently as he brought his hands to his tortured windpipe.

Two of the brawny creatures stood to either side of him as he righted himself. They leaned in towards his face, dark eyes beaming as they sniggered. Perth pulled back as they opened their mouths and extended their flat rough tongues, engaging in a rough facsimile of a kiss, beads of spittle running down their chins inches from his face. He could hear every sloppy sound, but there was something odd that he couldn't place about it, like a joke that he was almost sure he understood. An unseen heavy paw pressed in at the back of his head brusquely, squishing him against the other two gnolls' muzzles. He tried to pull back for a second, but the gnoll behind him squeezed him forwards, cackling wildly . . . Was he doing something funny? In a way, it certainly would be, a simple smooth creature like himself making out with these huge hulking horny beasts . . .

His giggles mixed with their own as he tasted their mouths. It was absolutely disgusting, the sour musk of their breath puffing out of their leathery noses against him as he screwed up his mouth, tongues lapping over his gums. His nose darkened slightly as it rubbed against the gnolls' own: slick and panting, taking in the scent of their depravity. Something hot was pressing against his belly. Staring down unthinking, he saw the two beasts' monstrous cocks rubbing up against him, blacked skinned and leaking out clear rivulets of thick need.

Shaking his head, he pulled back, wrenching himself away from the monsters' grasps. This was wrong. He had come here to kill the gnolls, not . . . not this. He shakily drew his two daggers, holding them loosely as he tried to gather his senses. The gnolls were howling with laughter, closing in on every side of him, erect animal members bobbing erratically as they licked past their slavering jowls, murkish furred bodies rubbing together in a way that made Perth uncomfortable, a pressure beginning to build up in his trousers.

With fear rising up within him, he was about to lash out, to draw blood and rid the world of these filthy beasts, but a leathery paw reached out and grabbed the back of his pants, lurching him over forwards as the seat of his trousers tore with a sickening rip. He barely managed to catch himself, abandoning his daggers and landing hard on his palms. Suddenly his eyes widened as he felt an animalistic sniffing at his rear, looking back to see a gnoll licking its chops before pressing its muzzle into the crack of his ass and licking out over his exposed anus with its wild roughish tongue.

This was insane: the wet hot lapping interspersed with manic peals of laughter from the gnolls around him as they watched, some slowly stroking over their shafts, others even reaching around to tease the others' tight dark tailholes with leathery paws. It was hilarious that people were frightened of these things, so hilarious in fact that Perth couldn't help but laugh, the sound leaking from his lips as a nervous chuckle, but then spurred on to be a shriek of mirth as the gnoll behind him tensed its tongue squeezing against his virgin ass before sliding inside of him with a wet hot squelch. As it pressed in with wild abandon, circling around his insides, his posterior began to feel strange, a nub of flesh pressing out and beginning to wag about of its own accord, bursting into a furry plume of swamp brown fur with a dark tip, batting against the gnoll's eager muzzle as it made out with his tender ass.

White knuckles on the ground, he couldn't help but giggle as his tailhole stretched and tugged under his wagging animal appendage. The skin thickened, becoming dark and sensitive, impossibly tender as it bulged out in animal prominence, quivering and squeezing around the flickering pink intruder as his own tongue lolled out the corner of his mouth, lengthening with every pant, becoming flat and long, developing a slightly abrasive texture on the top as it bobbed out absentmindedly.

Doubt returned to his mind in an instant. What was he doing? Crawling forwards, his tail bobbed behind him as he looked up, seeing the gnolls around him, all rubbing themselves, some using their muzzles to please their neighbors, others fingering their asses and stroking themselves, cocks leaking and pulsing before beginning to erupt with hot thick splashes of cum that rained down on his prostrate form. He tried to shield himself initially, but as his wet leathery nose took in that rank male scent, his chest started to spasm. Perth erupted in laughter as their hot male essence rained down on him, reveling in their musky affection, rolling onto his back as the pressured hot creamy bursts slowed, allowing the corrupted jizzum to seep into his clothes.

Wherever the sloppy male spunk touched his skin, it tingled, eliciting a shivering cackle from Perth as his body twitched. His tight skin began to loosen, darkening to a leathery hue as rough bunches of fur sprouted, matted down by the ropes of seed in sticky clusters. He couldn't even think straight as the gnolls knelt in around him, two of them lying against his changing body on either side as the others crowded in around them, laughter growing to a feral edge as their spent cocks remained unflaggingly hard, egged on by their pack's paws and muzzles and their own insatiable lusts.

Something about the discordant cackling made him try to shove them off absentmindedly, but they were just too heavy. He couldn't think as they ground their hips against him, each laughing directly into his face, interspersed by long sloppy licks. His sinuses tingled as his face began to push forwards, eyes wide, trying to remember what he was doing as the gnolls' members rubbed against his body while other inarticulate paws reached in and tore at his clothes in tugging rips. The laughter soaked into his mind as their slightly rough tongues ground over his face, licking inside of his ears, teasing out the flesh into rounded animal protrusions that quivered as he began to giggle.

He couldn't think, memories slipping away as he tried to remember why he was here. They laughed in his face, strings of drool dripping from their maws as his jaw creaked, stretching mouth opening to reveal sharpening teeth, soon to be invaded by sloppy strokes from the crazed beasts on top of him. His mind simmered, straining as his personality began to change, memories leaking from his head as his giggling turned into manic laughter. His family, his friends, his apprenticeship were all replaced with throbbing black cocks, and pink wet tongues; clenched tight tailholes and the deliciously fetid odor of his pack. Soon, there was almost no distinction between his laughter and the gnolls' own, even as his head continued to change, catching up to his quickly simplifying mind. It felt so good to let go . . . to just be so hard and needy . . .

One of the pack pushing in around him finally tore off his shirt as another tugged off his tattered trousers, revealing his comparatively inadequate pulsingly erect human cock, which was hilarious to him and the gnolls alike. Rough leathery paws fondled his testes, squeezing them roughly as he made out with the gnolls pulling themselves against him. Those same gnolls reached down and rubbed their thick members against his own, still slick with their own messy cum, hot and throbbing. As they rubbed up and down, he whined out a tittering huff, feeling his own member begin to pulse, skin slicking down into glistening black, veins bulging along the length as it pumped larger and larger, his testicles swelling below as they were squeezed and jostled roughly, scrotum developing a faded brackish coat of fuzz as it tightened, loose flesh crawling up the base of his cock as an animalistic sheath.

The processes that used to be controlled by his reason were moving south as all he could think about was his pulsing girth, pressing out against the hot slick flesh of the gnolls' own, swelling to match them as the tip tapered down into a chiseled animal head, leaking out a hot slick stream of musky hyenine pre as his balls churned and boiled with potency. The sound of their slick sloppy stroking was audible over their howling laughter as the three of them screamed, cocks all beginning to tug against their paws, the paw groping his balls slipping down and squeezing a padded finger into his tight tough-skinned tailhole, tugging against his tender passage as a fiery need exploded inside of him.

The last of Perth's morality was spattered out as they climaxed in one three sided explosion of crazed lust. He leaned his head forwards, neck creaking out as he opened his animal mouth, catching the three splattering streams of male essence on his creaking face and panting tongue, tasting their combined masculinity now almost indistinguishable from his own. His climax just didn't stop as his ass wrenched around the padded finger embedded in it, and the cum rained down on his chest and stocky neck as they kept pumping his cock against their own.

As his girthy jet member spattered to a halt he had no time to rest, no time to consider as another gnoll pressed through the ones embracing him, squatting in over his body with wide paws on either side of his shoulders, pendulous hyenine balls inches from Perth's huffing muzzle as the burly animal grunted out a chortling invitation. How could Perth resist? The thought never even occurred to him as he leaned forward and buried his panting nose against the beast's musky scrotum, pressing past its prominent tight anus while its tail wagged behind him, drinking in its animal reek and licking at its heavy orbs with needy giggling laps, textured tongue pulling them up and then letting them jostle down comically.

All the while, another gnoll crept between his legs as the others rubbed and brushed against his body, egging each other on with wild random energy. Perth's shaft never had time to retract into its meaty animal sheath as the cackling animal licked up his throbbing spire, cleaning up all of the musky pearlescent maleness from the length in long coaxing strokes, rekindling the once man's now indefatigable libido as the need in his loins intensified, making him snort and gag out chortles of hot air against the package of the gnoll above him.

That wildly grinning gnoll shifted his stance, dragging its balls up Perth's muzzle as his tongue curled forwards trying to follow them. The animal then leaned back on its haunches, smothering Perth's face with its musky ass. The changed man could smell the musk of the entire pack, the gnoll's tight entrance having been used frequently, still leaking out a dribble of cum for its last romp. Without thinking Perth's tongue lashed out, slurping up the remnants of his pack mates' virile loads before grinding out against the dark skinned pucker with his rough tongue. The gnoll shuddered in jovial ecstasy as Perth pressed in harder, tongue slipping into its tailhole that clenched around it with needy strength.

While Perth was eating out the hulking male above him, the gnoll that was lapping at his cock licked down into his sheath one last time before rising, paws scrabbling over his body as it stood, lowering its wide butt down, reaching back with a paw and guiding Perth's rock hard pulsing member against its tight anus. Wriggling with an insane tittering, it tensed up before letting itself fall back, taking all of Perth's girthy cock in one hard slam, clenching around the new gnoll's animal shaft with inhumanly powerful arrhythmic pulls as it sank into its torrid ass.

Perth howled out in between prodding licks, lavishing the tight thick hole with his affection, pressing inside of it with his jaws wide and pumping his tongue, making the hyena-like creature above him start pawing at its own erect cock, cackling out as Perth's tongue tugged inside of it. Perth's own hips bucked, rocking the gnoll on top of him as it rode his maleness, sliding up and slamming down again and again, paws braced against Perth's broad furry chest, tweaking his now dark wide nipples. Both of the hyenas on top of him leaned in, making out over his body as he pressed wildly into both of their squeezing asses, tongue squelching, cock grinding, pressure building to a manic high before he broke. Potent testes clenching, he unleashed a torrent of thick white jizzum into the writhing passage of the gnoll riding him, hips thrashing as his hands bulged into clumsy leathery paws, black claws scraping through the fur on either side of the tailhole above his muzzle. His legs pedaled wildly, feet clenching as his toes curled and swelled, immediately seized by other gnolls who licked hungrily between his changing digits, muscles growing as his thighs shortened slightly to give him the proper hulking posture.

The gnoll he was fucking suddenly clenched up around his rod, its own black cock spattering out delicious white gouts of corruption onto his chest and belly. Perth opened his maw impossibly wide and ground against the other gnoll's insides as they to began to squeeze and writhe as he joined the other, rocketing out sloppy spurts of pre onto their new pack mate as he came and howled with laughter, rolling on the ground in the dirt, completely happy.

As his orgasm died down the only thing distinguishing the new gnoll were a few of the belts and empty scabbards that encircled his chest and waist. He rose from the ground, dripping with cum, perpetually hard and happy as he laughed a mindless giggle. Instead of thoughts, the only thing running through his head was getting the pack to fill his supple ass with their musky seed and fucking anything else along the way.

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The sun had moved up in the sky since Barthlow had watched Perth boldly stride into the ravine. There had been the occasional sounds of battle that drifted up to him: The clatter of blades and the dying ululating howls of various beasts. But as time went on, the noises of the beasts didn't quiet, indeed, they rose in pitch and fervor, shrieking and rough guttural laughter that rang out against the small canyon's walls.

Eventually, the blond haired young man knew that something must have gone wrong. Perhaps the tides of gnolls were just too numerous . . . or maybe Perth had been using guerrilla tactics, striking from the shadows and then leaving without a trace with dexterous tactical precision. Even then, Barthlow was sure he could help; he knew all about the wilderness and could hold his own in a fight. So he brandished his knife and made his way down towards the sounds of giggling madness that emanated from the ravine, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the sour bitter scent that was potent even from this distance.

Edging along the stony wall of the ravine, he slowly leaned his head out to survey the situation. His eyes widened in horror as they came across a sword and two daggers lying on the ground, gaze wandering up to the writhing knot of monstrous bodies, all clustered around something on the ground, something that seemed to be struggling!

With a shout, Barthlow rushed in to save the day, brandishing his knife and charging the pack of gnolls as their heads turned on their hulking necks, beady eyes focused on him as their collective tittering became louder and more chaotic. The ones closer to him fanned out as he approached, padding to either side and revealing a tangle of panting shrieking gnolls. One mounted another, both of them down on the ground like animals, the top one looking particularly scruffy with matted patched of fur all over its body and scraps of clothes hanging down along with stained leather bands. A gnoll behind them was grabbing the top's tail and fucking it, fat black dick stretching its ass wide as they rocked together. The beast was practically on a spit as another gnoll stood in front of him, member plunged deep into its needy muzzle, full brackish testes slapping against its chin.

Barthlow's mind could barely comprehend the depravity. He had always been locked up in the inn when the gnolls had thundered through their village. The musky reek of the inhuman creatures hung thick in the air as his panicked eyes hurriedly surveyed the scene, looking for traces of Perth. There were some scraps of clothes on the ground; his quick run faltered to a trot. There were also a few of his scabbards lying empty amidst the depraved pack; at this point his breath caught in his throat. The gnoll in the center was wearing the harness for Perth's great sword . . . And even a few scraps of his clothes.

He watched in horror as that same gnoll began to convulse, giggling out a groan around the cock in its gullet as all of the gnolls came, hips banging away, scrubby tails raised, cum leaking from every orifice as their howling laughter reached a feverish pitch, ringing in Barthlow's mind.

That's why the middle gnoll looked so scruffy, half of its fur was shellacked down by semen. That same gnoll looked directly at him with a wide dumb grin as its member ceased jerking slowly, leather belt for the sheath stretched over its hulking frame.

Red hot anger flared within him. "You killed him . . . Goddam beasts!" Barthlow lunged forwards, holding his knife with two hands, darting past the gnolls that had flanked him to either side. Planting his foot, he made to pivot towards his new adversary, but suddenly found himself tumbling forwards as he slid on a slippery patch of musky gnoll spunk, careening forwards with a panicked shout.

Clumsy paws wrapped under his shoulders as he fell, hoisting him roughly up against the sheath-clad gnoll's chest. He cursed as his grip loosened or a fraction of a second, knife flying down, sticking point first in the dirt.

"Let me go!" He struggled, kicking back against the dumb beast's slick dirty body. The creature instead sniffed in at the back of his neck, laughing wildly and sliding its rough slavering tongue just under his rough spun woolen collar.

An uncontrollable yap of surprise escaped Barthlow's lips as that wet hot texture ran over his skin. It . . . It tickled. He continued to struggle, huffing in the rank odor of the gnolls closing in around him, giggling with beads of spit dribbling from their dark lipped animal mouths while their thick black cocks bobbed at attention between their muscular animal thighs.

It would have been hilarious if it wasn't so terrifying.

He kicked back with his legs ineffectually as the gnoll behind him pulled him close against its dank furry body. The approaching gnolls craned their thick ponderous necks in, grinning with madness in their eyes as myriad arms reached towards him, thick black claws ripping at his clothes, rending his shirt as he screamed. He felt something odd at his waist and his scream turned into a hacking laugh as he saw a filthy gnoll gnawing at his belt like a dog. It squeezed the leather in its jaws and shook wildly, flying back as the belt snapped, landing in a tangled heap.

It was the funniest thing Barthlow had ever seen. He couldn't take his eyes off of the pedaling paws, the swampish fur in the dirt, the heavy testicles jostling below that girthy black cock . . . He hardly even realized that he was now almost completely naked save for his boots.

Shaking his head, he came to his senses, trying to crack his skull back against his captor's jaw, but only managing to create a hollow thunk as he knocked back against the leather wearing gnoll's broad furry warm chest. Two other gnoll's sniffed up his belly, black eyes looking up at him as they giggled insanely. His own eyes widened with horror as they opened their maws, revealing sharp animal teeth and powerful jaws. Barthlow cringed as their muzzles rushed down, but his fear turned to squirming mirth as they locked their slick black lips around his nipples and began to suck noisily, interspersed with wild sloppy lashes from their tongues. It just felt impossibly good, making a buzzing humor boil up inside of him as he laughed out wildly. He wasn't even a girl . . . They'd never get milk from those.

The gnoll that held him ground its cock against his back, leaving a slick warm streak as it nibbled at his ears with sloppy roughness, cackling as they rose up, pulling into smooth furry rounds that twitched with barely constrained energy. The panting black nose huffed through his hair as the color faded to a washed out murky tan with a darker streak that started between his ears and began prickling in down his back as a kind of disheveled mane.

The animal laughter seemed to bounce around in his mind, new ears swiveling towards the source, listening to the burly gnoll holding him giggle eagerly as it mussed his hair, nibbling at him with stupid amorousness. The slick shaft that rubbed behind him was making his ass feel funny, skin darkening as it toughened up, swelling to a blazingly sensitive gnollish prominence. The two gnolls suckling at his chest pulled back with relishing pops, revealing his darkening thickened nipples as they slathered over his chest in tickling sloppy strokes, causing his chest to bulge, skin loosening as it sprouted the beginnings of a dusty furred hide.

Barthlow's head was pulling from side to side as if he was drunk, and he certainly felt the part, hot blood rushing through his body as his mind seemed only able to focus on sensation: warm fur with cool slick patches, rough scraping tongues, the overpowering musk of the other gnolls as they rubbed against each other with happy mindlessness. The only thing he couldn't explain was why he wasn't joining in right now, sucking on a fat dark skinned cock or . . . or . . .

His wandering mind suddenly fixated as the gnoll behind him shifted its grip, reaching down and grabbing his thighs. Barthlow let loose a giggling scream as he was hoisted into the air, legs spread wide, human cock bobbing and eager. The beast's muscles tightened as it positioned him, clenching virgin ass resting just against the chiseled tip of its ever-erect black skinned member. The world seemed to spin around Barthlow as he felt like there was something he was forgetting, but that was all lost as the beast's arms lowered suddenly and his altered pucker was impaled by the thick gnoll cock.

It felt amazing, tingling up his spine as he shouted out a hacking guttural grunt of bliss, ass wrenching around the shaft lodged deep inside of him with an intense pressure that made his eyes water as they darkened into dull beaming jet. He was suspended in the monster's grasp as his own cock spurted out a dollop of clear pre, attracting another gnoll that started licking up his dick in hyperactive hungry laps. His neck cracked, stretching out a bit more as the gnoll fucking him leaned over upside down and licked down his face, sliding into a sloppy kiss as they both laughed into each other's mouths. With every chortle, Barthlow lost some of his humanity, abandoning any sense of restraint, forgetting his problems and just reveling in the sexual chaos around him. His face creaked out into a muzzle as he made out with his lover, nose darkening and huffing in the scent of his musk mixed with the potent reek of the pack's cum all over him. Their teeth clashed together as Barthlow's sharpened, and his ass twinged, spine tingling as it creaked and popped out into a brushy tail, making his ass stretch and contract, driving his current mate wild as he thrust up into the changing human's wriggling tailhole.

Barthlow's whole body shook as he was rocked down on that shaft over and over, whole body tense as the gnolls closed in around him. One leaned down, licking over his jostling testes, awkwardly following his oscillating momentum with his huffing muzzle as Barthlow's testicles began to swell, skin going fuzzy and taut as the slavering beast lapped up, forming a loose sheath of dirty colored fur. As that beast engulfed his maleness in its hot balmy muzzle, another pressed in just below it, lapping around the edges of his stretched ass while his captor's cock furrowed into his depths, girthy base also teased by the indiscriminate affection of gnollish love. The man's rear became even more sensitive as his tail creaked out, grabbed and tugged by clumsy paws as the ring of dark slick muscle contracted and writhed in sensational overload.

He shrieked with laughter, lost in mindless joy as his humanity continued to fade, reveling in becoming a mindless horny beast. Leather creaking, his shoes began to split at the seams, feet bulging into animalistic paws with wriggling tough padded toes as his sinews pulled taut, bones cracking out, paws bursting from their human trappings. The noise attracted yet more of the pack, and they bunched in, claws ripping off the remaining scraps as their wet tongues slipped between his swelling hefty digits and he howled in manic laughter at the intensity of the sensations.

The once human's shaft bulged, swelling in the mouth of the gnoll huffing against his crotch, skin darkening as it pulsed, throbbing larger with his quickening heartbeat, causing the beast to giggle-snort as his tapering cock head ground into the slick hot back of its muzzle. The muscles of the gnoll hefting him from behind strained as his weight increased, claws scraping against the now tough furry skin of his thighs. His body blazed with pleasure as it bulked up, burning through his reasonable synapses while his hands devolved into crude paws that wrapped back around his lover's long neck as they made out with boundless enthusiasm.

That cock filling him so perfectly made his insides boil as all of the other gnolls rubbed in against his scruffy body. He could feel the leather-clad gnoll's body tense as it slammed him down one final time, cock exploding with molten hot love against his insides. His tail tugged in the clumsy grasp of the gnoll still licking around his stuffed ass as his spine arced. The gnoll blowing him's ears perked up a second before the new gnoll's spunk made its cheeks bulge, and it pulled back, letting the cum streaked black member jolt out ropes of viscous essence into the throng, lapped up eagerly by greedy giggling muzzles as any last traces of his humanity were squeezed out as musky gobs of monstrous spunk and insane laughter.

He was lifted up as the hulking male slid out of his quivering ass, setting him on the ground with a thump. The new gnoll panted, not knowing exactly what to do with himself until the gnoll with the sheath that had once been Perth knelt down in front of him, presenting his ass with a panting cackle, scruffy tail raised. Without the barrier of thought, Barthlow surged forwards, ramming in and howling with laughter as his cock sank into the clenching ass, still slick with the seed of the rest of the pack, heady musk hanging in the air as he began the rest of his life as a perfectly content mindless brute, ever hard and ready. Now, all he wanted was nothing more than to feel the mad affection of his pack and return the feelings in kind, howling out in laughing bliss as he fucked his former role model.

* * *

That night, the village of Clerkwell boarded up its windows, families shutting themselves deep in their houses as the wild slavering pack returned to their village. The clumsy beasts cackled and howled with wild laughter, moaning amid sloppy noises of unimaginable pleasure. Their ranks seemed to have swelled somehow, and they swept through with drunken energy, leaking against freshly scrubbed walls as they fucked each other, leaving viscous puddles of simmering pleasure in their wakes.

The mayor rocked in his chair, secure in the basement of the town hall, hands covering his ears as he prayed to his god to spare him. But in the back of his mind, there were thoughts percolating as they had been in the rest of the villagers' as well: thoughts that he did his best to quell as he burned bitter incense to cover the pervasive musky odor.

Some couldn't resist the cackling siren's call. Those that left their houses that evening experienced more pleasure in that night than they ever would in the village, bodies straining as every inch was desecrated with cackling eagerness. In a fit of madness, the horde of new gnolls slavered along with their new pack mates, completely content as unflagging simple beasts, following happiness with blind mirth as they went forth into the countryside, heavy shafts swinging wildly between their legs.