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Russell landed on something soft, furry, and warm. A soft grunt sounded from below, and he felt himself fall to the side as a rush of wind breezed past him. Heavy footfalls receded into the darkness, and the human was alone in the pitch-black chamber. Did he hurt someone? He knew he couldn't climb back up, as he could barely see in front of his nose, but maybe whoever broke his fall could help him.

Following the mysterious runner, his footsteps echoed in the dark. Just how big was this place? The echo made it sound like he was walking through a massive cave. Did he fall that far? Soft breathing in the dark broke his train of thought. It had to be the creature that broke his fall.

He called out gently, reaching out and slowly stepping towards the noise. "I'm sorry if I scared you. I didn't mean to land on you. I got separated from my friends. Can you help me get back to them?" The soft, furry flesh his hands met was far from human, and it shook under his touch, shrinking away. Eyes adjusting to the darkness, he noticed a hulking figure that dwarfed him cowering in the corner.

The poor thing was terrified. Russell patted over the fur he could reach, realizing it was the creature's chest. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Is there any light down here? I can't see." Hitching breaths were slowing under his soft touch, and he heard a rustling sound from the shrouded creature.

A fistful of the bioluminescent fungi lit the surroundings, and Russell could see shaggy black fur materialize from the darkness as his eyes adjusted to the light source. Following its broad chest up, his eyes met with a wide blue orb and a milky white one across from it. Bovine facial features revealed the creature was a minotaur, at least nine feet tall and looking oddly shy and frightened despite his imposing size.

The minotaur kneeled to get a better look at Russell, and he took the opportunity to reach out and touch the bovine's face, tracing the scar under his blind eye with his fingers. "Oh no! Did someone hurt you?" He asked with concern, drawing surprise from his new acquaintance. He softly rubbed the minotaur's cheek, and his heart melted as those soulful eyes closed, tears rolling down its cheeks. Its mouth never opened. "Oh, you sweet thing. You can't speak, can you?"

The minotaur's head shook from side to side, and he sat down fully. Russell could see sharp, spiked chains securing the minotaur's arms to the wall behind him, and his legs held shackles binding them to each other. Like Peak, he was stuck. Russell had to release him. Nothing deserved to live this way.

Taking the minotaur's massive hand in his, he explored the chains binding him. He still had the key from the bandit's lair, and when he found a small hole in the shackles, he decided to try it. Maybe it was a master key? Praying for the bandit's woeful lack of security to work in his favor, he slid the key into the manacle's lock.

The telltale click as the manacle loosened, then fell to the ground drew a silent cheer from the human. Hurray for idiots! It was easier to foil plans when they did stupid things like making every lock in their hideout open with the same key. Finally, the fourth restraint clattered to the floor, and suddenly Russell felt himself leave the ground.

Warm fur surrounded him, and a squeeze that threatened to crush bones flattened him against the bovine's chest. Gasping softly under the strain of that tight embrace, he tried to comfort the gentle giant. "It's okay. We're going to get out of here." As he felt soft drops falling on his back and the minotaur's chest hitching, he realized that the minotaur was crying. Just how long had he been trapped in this cave? Russell understood that he was probably the first contact the lonely thing had in a long time, and he didn't try to escape his grasp until the soft, silent sobs slowed. He listened to the minotaur's heartbeat, and his hand stroked over the poor thing's heaving chest, trying his best to bring comfort to him.

"Okay, buddy. Let's try to find the way out now, huh?" Russell coaxed the giant to his feet, taking hold of one of his large hands and walking with him in the direction he'd fallen. The minotaur was an agreeable fellow, and soft thuds followed behind him in the darkness. Furry warmth squeezed his hand far too tightly as if the poor thing was afraid to lose his touch.

A gentle wind blew across his arm, and he turned to follow it, reasoning that a breeze could mean a way out. If they continued to the floor above from here, they should come out near Lope and the others. He just hoped they didn't run into any trouble in his absence.

Sure enough, a broad set of stairs sat at his destination, and he could faintly hear a commotion from the top. Halfway up, the stairs ended, and a cascade of rocks blocked their way. He didn't have time to think of a plan as his mute friend began to dig at the small boulders without being prompted. Heaving grunts and hard thuds filled the gloom, and before long, the path started to open up. Useful and cuddly? This guy was the best.

They continued up the cleared stairs until the soft patter of claws on stone broke through the silence. A grey blur tackled Russell to the ground, and desperate lips mashed against his. It was Lope with tears in his eyes and his tail frantically wagging, sitting on him. "Mate! Mate, not Dead!" Clawed fingers roamed over Russell's back as if the wolf tried to confirm he was real.

Russell waved his hand once the wolf's lips left his own, gesturing to the shy minotaur that was shrinking back into the shadows of the stairs. "I landed on him. He was chained up down there. He saved my life, so I couldn't just leave him."

Lope pulled the human to his feet and then leaped at the minotaur, throwing his arms around his bovine neck. He planted a wet kiss on the flabbergasted bull's cheek, his tail still wagging. "Cow good. Save mate. We keep." Well then, Russell guessed that was that. He didn't have to worry about the silent fellow fitting in with the rest. Lope's affectionate assault relaxed the minotaur, and he lumbered forward with the thankful werewolf still hanging from his neck.

Peak patted his shoulder and gestured past the stairs, where daylight streamed in through an exit. "As touching as all of this is, I don't want to find my way to a different path. So, how about we leave before the labyrinth changes again?" Of course, he was right. How easy to forget your goals when you have an affectionate werewolf vying for your attention.

Their ragtag group stepped into daylight, shielding their eyes, and Russell noticed that this entrance wasn't the one he first set foot in. Thankfully, Lope was kind enough to point them all in the right direction, though he was still firmly clinging to Russell's arm. An enhanced sense of smell was the most convenient talent that Russell had ever encountered.

By nightfall, their surroundings were becoming more familiar, and they were nearly at the border of Lope's forest. Russell debated finishing their trip before morning, but one glance at his new companions' exhausted faces nixed the idea. He couldn't have them collapsing and hurting themselves.

Under the stars, they set up camp. It was a pleasantly warm night, so their nudity didn't hinder them. Russell couldn't resist looking around at the bevy of varied rears and bare groins, and the sight of the sleeping men brought a twitch to his half-hard cock. He would have to see if his new charges were interested in some fun once they got home. Though, with Lope's passionate attitude, it would likely be some group fun.

A soft poke in the middle of Russell's back drew his attention away from the glorious sights, and he looked up to see the minotaur looking down at him. As he sat down, the minotaur looked away, and the reason for the embarrassed look on his face came into view. From the wild bush of hair at his crotch, an ebony cock rose. It was nearly two feet tall, and as Russell reached out to touch it, he marveled at its size compared to his arm. It pulsed with his touch, and the minotaur let his tongue hang out in a soft pant, his twitching member releasing a drool of slime. Silent as he was, his expression still pleaded for release.

The minotaur's mood was definitely due to Russell's effect on monsters, and he felt slightly guilty. There was no way he'd be able to take that monster cock, and he was sure that even Durz, slutty as he was, would be seeing stars if he tried. He couldn't leave the poor creature in need, though, and he set his shed clothes near the sleeping werewolf, smiling as Lope grabbed them and buried his face in them without opening his eyes.

The human scaled the minotaur like a small mountain, sitting on top of the poor beast's stomach and leaning over his panting muzzle to press a soft kiss to those bovine lips. His feet barely reached the ground, and the minotaur's stomach was squishy against his bare ass. "You need some help, don't you, sweety?" his words drew a nod from the cow, and he slid a few fingers past those soft black lips to stroke over his tongue, smiling as the cow dutifully lapped at the digits. Coated in drool and impossibly silky, that tongue caressed his fingers. With his hand dripping with the cow's thick slobber, he turned to rub over the pulsing helmeted tip of the minotaur's shaft. He couldn't stroke the minotaur's big dick with one hand, so instead, he embraced it, licking softly over the wide piss slit. "Just relax and let me take care of you, big guy." The minotaur's package was longer than Durz's big green cock, but not much thicker, and the head nearly reached his chin.

Soft strokes drew more oozing spurts from that mammoth cock, and Russell was hard-pressed to keep his embrace going. He wrapped his legs around the base of the massive member, grinding his own smaller cock against it and using his torso to softly stroke along its length, his hands roaming over the underside. The minotaur tasted fresh, like grass, and each lick of his copious fluids reminded Russell of a cum flavored salad. The flavor wasn't unpleasant, and the heady musk mixed in made Russell's head swim.

The poor minotaur was so pent up that he didn't last long, and Russell could feel his bestial cock beginning to buck as his human cock released its smaller load to slick the shaft he was stroking. Suddenly, that bucking shaft sent seed flying into the treeline, each successive shot gaining less distance until Russell's chest and stomach caught the last few drooling spurts. Seed soaked most of his body, but the minotaur's insistent hand guided him to that thick bovine tongue for a cleaning, tender sweeps rolling over his sticky cock and cleaning every inch of soft skin that he could reach.

When he was mostly clean, the minotaur embraced him again, his eyes slowly closing and a contented smile gracing his features. Soft snores drifted up from his chest, and Russell softly rubbed the gentle giant's chest, his face resting against the bovine's neck. Lope would have to sleep alone tonight. He didn't think the minotaur would let him go, and besides, his fur was so comfortable, if a bit dirty.

Russell luxuriated in the minotaur's limp embrace when he awoke. Midmorning sun warmed his exposed backside, and he stretched languidly, letting his morning erection roll against the minotaur's stomach. The nine-foot-tall bovine made a good bed, and the human mused that there was likely room for Lope next to him. He would make a good nap spot, among other things.

Around the makeshift camp, their new companions were beginning to stir, and Russell felt a clawed hand tug at his arm as he hopped down off of the minotaur's bulky body. Lope smirked, licking Russell's cheek and squeezing his ass. "Cow smell good. Share next time." A possessive kiss took Russell's breath away, and as the last leg of their journey began, his erection led the way. Lope certainly knew how to press his buttons.

Durz and Brigirth had been busy in their absence. The number of houses had doubled, and steam rose from a new building that Russell didn't recognize. As soon as they spotted him leading his six new companions, they ran to greet him, both of them unsurprisingly nude.

Amazed monsters spread out to explore the city, with Durz happily taking charge of them. His predatory hand groping at the Naga's genital slit and eyeing Peak's heavy balls showed his ulterior motives. Russell wouldn't be surprised if the orc milked them dry by the night's end.

"Master! I'm so happy you're back. Did we do well?" The excited dragon led Russell to the newest building, a toothy grin breaking out on his face. "Durz and I did a bit of brainstorming, and since I have a surplus of warming gems, we created this." He presented the building with a wave of his scaled fingers, obviously excited for Russell's reaction.

Patting the subservient dragon's hand in approval, Russell followed the dragon through the building's door, gasping at the sheer luxury of what he saw. Somehow, Brigirth and Durz managed to create a bathhouse! Steaming water beckoned with warm promise, and Russell became keenly aware of his dirty state. Bathing would be his first stop before he properly met the new arrivals.

Brigirth ran off to join Durz in welcoming the new arrivals while Russell tested the new facilities with a soft groan of comfort. Warm water massaged his aching joints, and he slid down the smooth wall until only his head was above the water. A splash alerted him to Lope's presence, and he tugged the wolf over for a slow kiss. It wouldn't be right to keep this pleasant feeling to himself, and the slippery body pressing against his felt almost as good as the water. Roaming hands rolled over the werewolf's taut butt, drawing a playful growl from him, and he playfully bit the wolfman's lip.

Waves of water splashed over the pool's edge, and a shadow fell over the passionate couple. Russell laughed at the minotaur sitting next to him. The bovine pretended to ignore his presence, but his good eye couldn't stay off of him, and his hands twisted in his lap as if he were nervous. The huge man was like a puppy following him around. Oh well. He was going to suggest that the minotaur clean the dust and grime from his fur anyway. Now was as good of a time as any to help wash away the stink of his prison.

He stood in the water, taking one of the buckets from the edge and coaxing the minotaur further into the pool so he could stand behind him. Patient hands ran through the minotaur's fur, and with each touch, he felt the bovine going limp under his gentle ministrations. "You know, I don't know your name. I should probably come up with something to call you." Ears flicked as the bovine enjoyed his gentle touch, and a soft shudder rumbled through the minotaur as Russell rolled a hand over one of his horns. He seemed happy to be touched.

"Huge." Lope offered his suggestion in Russell's ear, kissing along his neck and prompting a smile from the human as he groomed the minotaur. His hands roamed Russell's body, affectionately massaging his most intimate parts and coaxing Russell to spread his legs, letting the wolf's cock slot itself against his warm hole. Their grinding wasn't going to lead anywhere, but he enjoyed the feeling nonetheless.

"Huge seems a bit mean, but..." Russell trailed off as the wolf nibbled at his earlobe and clawed hands massaged his balls. "How about Hugh?" He leaned over the minotaur with a questioning look, patient fingers combing through stubborn knots in the minotaur's fur. Once the mats were out, his fur was quite silky and reminded Russell of a well-groomed dog.

A soft nod confirmed his choice, and Russell patted Hugh's shoulder. "Alright. Your name's Hugh. Nice to meet you." Bovine ears flicked, and the minotaur looked down, suddenly shy again. Russell leaned over him to wrap his arms around the minotaur's neck. "You'll get used to living here, I promise. We're a pleasant bunch. Although I'm sure that once Durz gets a glimpse of your dick, he'll beg you for it constantly." He chuckled as the minotaur leaned into his touch, exposing his neck.

Hugh was one handsome boy. By the time Russell finished grooming the minotaur, he seemed far less feral. Soft, glossy black fur, once shaggy and matted, left him looking satiny and comfortable. The longer hair around his groin no longer hid his package, and his smooth leathery balls were on display, glistening with moisture. The scars that coated his chest and stomach added character now that they were no longer dirty, and his slight belly was touchably soft above that big package. Cuddly, by any sense of the word.

Russell pressed a kiss to the shy minotaur's cheek and stepped out of the bath, watching as the gentle giant reached up to touch his cheek and a slight smile cracked his bovine lips. He was almost unbearably cute, and Russell left him there to relax in the water with his thoughts.

Lope was still just as clingy, but Russell didn't mind. His soft touch was comforting, and the arm holding onto his own was warm. He leaned his head to the side as they strolled through the village to check on the newcomers. Muffled sounds promised a fun show as he stepped towards the row of new homes.

The first home they came to was all panting and moaning, and the scent that drifted out was heady with pheromones. Peeking in, Russell saw Durz bent over his bed with serpentine coils wrapped around his legs. Dual cocks were currently pistoning in and out of his sloppy green ass, and it was clear from his expression that he loved every minute of the penetration. A grin broke through his fucked-silly haze when Durz noticed Russell's presence, and Durz mouthed the words 'Thank you.' to the human before a groan broke his concentration, and the Naga pulled at the back of his hair to drag his head back, sliding a wide tongue past his lips with a dominant hiss. Of course, he was taking advantage of the influx of new cock. He wouldn't expect anything less from the greedy slut.

The next house was less loud, but just as much action took place within its walls. Peak had pinned the dainty kitsune boy to his bed, and his barbed cock was buried deep in the boy's pink depths. From the looks of the mess pooling around his feet, he was on at least his 4th release. Their mouths were locked in a hungry kiss, and the kitsune had all four limbs locked around the manticore's torso. Peak stiffened, and thick seed drooled down his balls, but he didn't stop, and the needy boy showed no signs of letting him pull out. They were just as compatible as Russell hoped. He reminded himself to ask the kitsune's name when he was less busy.

A mature voice interrupted Russell's voyeurism, and he turned to see the chubby tanuki bowing, "Hello there, young one. I wanted to thank you for coming to our aid." Heavy balls swayed as he stood back up, and even Lope was eyeing them hungrily. "I am called Ko. Before I lost my home, I grew medicinal herbs and teas. If you like, I could grow similar things here." His idea was sound, and as Russell agreed, he clapped his hands together with a grateful grin, then scurried off. With Russell's magnetism for talent, they'd be a full-fledged town soon. He wondered just how many people this forest could support.

Brigirth was hard at work when they stumbled upon him, his tongue deep in the lounging satyr's ass. The lazy faun grinned and stroked one of Brigirth's horns as he saw his savior step into view. "Dude, this place rocks." He rolled his hips and forced Brigirth's mouth further between his furry ass cheeks. "Is this how it is here every day? 'Cus that's fuckin' great. Shame that you don't have any booze, though." The satyr stroked himself slowly, letting his oozing cockslime stain Brigirth's panting muzzle. "Name's Treant, by the way." Before Russell walked away, that drooling cock slid into Brigirth's mouth, and Russell smirked as the subservient dragon's foul mouth was pounded with ball-slapping thrusts.

Durz had finished taking the Naga's cock, and he stumbled toward Russell with a grin. "Russell, you are the best. This place is starting to feel like home. Never seen a dude with two dicks before, and goddamn does Ashix know how to use them." The lewd orc fingered his dripping rear, flaccid cock spurting and twitching in remembrance. "Mmmph. So anyway, I'm sure that Brigirth showed you the new hot spring, but I left you a little gift at home. Found it when I was searching for the right kind of resin. Shove it inside 'ya the next time you try to take a dick, and you'll see what I mean." With a wink, the orc sauntered off, no doubt to sample more of the new meat.

Now would be as good of a time as any, so he set off for Lope's cave with the werewolf in tow. Sitting on Lope's upgraded bed was a small, transparent bead that caught the light. He trusted Durz's judgment and leaned over the bed, handing the small orb to Lope. Gentle fingers slid the trinket past his clenching ring, and he shuddered as it came to rest deep inside him.

Within a few seconds, the bead seemed to melt, and his ass felt as if something was drooling from it. When he reached back to touch it, the viscous fluid was unbelievably slick, and he shuddered at the sensitivity that greeted his touch. Durz must have found a new type of lube. It seemed slippery enough, and Russell hungrily spread his cheeks, shaking his ass to beg for his lover's touch. He may as well give it proper testing.

When the impatient werewolf pushed forward to penetrate him, Russell felt his inner walls would orgasm without input from his shaft, and the wolf's cock glided to the hilt with no resistance. As if his pucker and clenching walls were more sensitive than his cock, each thrust made him groan, and he went limp under the wolf's increasingly hard thrusts.

Lope was just as affected, growling in Russell's ear and shoving his entire weight into every knee-weakening thrust. It was as if he tried to climb inside the human's hole, and one of his legs came up over Russell's waist to get a better angle. Sloppy sounds filled the air, and the human felt teeth clamp down on his shoulder. A muffled howl filled the cave, and Lope's claws dug into the human's hips while his cock fountained with an intensity that dwarfed all of his past eruptions.

As Lope pulled free, Russell turned onto his back, panting and still dripping with the lube. Holy fuck, he needed to get Durz to find more of that stuff. With that slippery stuff, his hole might even be able to take Lope's feral knot on the next full moon. His ass clenched, and he felt as if he were cumming again as a thick drip of seed slid from his sensitive hole.

Poor Lope was still obviously affected by the lube, and as Russell panted, his sweet-smelling member slid against the human's nose. Russell's throat accepted the cock, and he marveled at how easily his member slid in. Horny as he was, Russell doubted Lope would be gentle, and as he straddled Russell's face, it was clear that his mouth would be fucked.

Russell took that massive shaft slide to the hilt without a single gag, and the sweet, blueberry-like lube teased his tongue. Lope's balls ground against his nose, and he took greedy huffs of the wolf's sweaty musk, settling in with soft hands on the wolf's thighs. Hard thrusts that should have had him coughing and spluttering instead rolled harmlessly into his throat, and he could feel pulsing spurts of pre with each twitch of Lope's dick.

Clawed hands rested on Russell's chest, and body-shaking thrusts shoved that big cock into his throat with wild abandon, drowning his world in wolf musk. The werewolf growled, and thick drops of drool rolled down his lips to land on his throbbing human cock with each bestial thrust. Preseed forced from his nose, cutting off his air supply, but he was far too cock-drunk to care. Until Lope shoved in with a howl and flooded his throat, he dutifully sucked that delicious cock.

When Lope's cock flopped from his lips, he took grateful breaths and nuzzled his softened member, pressing soft kisses to the sweaty sack below. "Fuck, we gotta do that more often." He mused with a smile as the wolf's lust-driven aggression calmed, and concerned grey eyes looked down at his messy face.