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Bright sunshine fell from a cloudless sky down onto a long stretching road where a single fox wearing a cloak with a staff in paw walked, no other traveler's in view. At either side of the road, far-reaching meadows full of tall grass that reached up above the fox. A soft breeze blew through the air, brushing through the grass gently. The long blades swayed in the wind and rustled together making a sound akin to ocean waves crashing together. While the wind passed by, the traveling fox looked up toward the sky for a moment and closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of the cool air brushing against his fur before he set his staff down and opened his eyes again. From the bag at his side, he pulled out a map and unrolled it gingerly. With a single claw, he found and traced the road he was on all the way to a patch of trees on the map that represented his destination.

Frederick smiled as he saw he was on the right track, not that he could really get lost on this road, but still, it was good to check. He pushed up his glasses with the knuckle of one digit before rolling up the map and setting it back in his bag. Frederick had received a request to travel far from his home to solve a curse plaguing a village and the forest that it resided in. Many of the villagers had already left, so his payment had been sent along with the letter in hopes that Frederick might liberate the forest. The mage could have opted to simply ignore the request, but ignoring people in need seemed like a bad idea. Besides, even if no one lived there anymore, he was interested to see if an entire forest had indeed been cursed, or if it was something else residing in the forest. Leaning down, he picked up his staff and started to walk again with the intent to reach the forest before the sun fell.

Frederick's destination itself was an interesting case. The forest didn't have a special name. Maybe people thought that the forest was too powerful and could not be named out of respect. For the longest time, people had gone to the forest to drink deep of the fonts of magic that opened naturally beneath the ground. Those that lived in the forest had enjoyed a certain amount of protection, protection that had apparently turned sour. It was strange to think that a place that had been considered blessed was the location that had sent him a desperate missive detailing the fact that the villagers had already left because the forest was supposedly dangerous now. Part of the reason he was even going in the first place was the call of his profession. Magic was his calling, magic was his job, and he loved studying it to better understand the curses that he was called on to undo, as well as to further his knowledge in general. Maybe going to the forest was a bad idea since he had never taken on a project this big, but he couldn't help but feel just a bit of excitement in the prospect of such a large challenge as well as the added benefit of finally being able to go to this forest himself. Whatever his reasons might have been, he still needed to remember that this trip was business and business was dangerous.

At the end of this part of the road, Frederick stood at the edge of the forest looking up at the great fan of trees with some amount of awe. Turning his head to the left he and then to the right he could see that the small sea of trees went on further than his eyes could keep track of. The tall ocean of grass that had been swaying in the wind stopped as soon as the trees began and as he walked toward the path leading into the trees, he made note of the fact that the wind seemed to stop. Stepping into the forest felt as if he were stepping through some sort of strange threshold. Past the first tree his fur stood up on end for a few moments before settling and a cool chill ran up his spine. On the open road he had heard creatures in the brush watching him, but as soon as he was in the forest he could sense no life around him, only the low thrum of the magic within the forest that seemed to replace the wind. Already feeling strange, he kept a firm hold on his staff as he began to walk.

Looking up, he expected to see a bird or two roosting in one of the many trees, but instead, he only saw the leaves frozen in place and undisturbed by any wind or breeze. He perked his ears in an attempt to hear something, anything at all within the forest and he suddenly heard whispers calling him deeper, whispers that sent little shivers up his spine. A distinct desire to turn back began to bubble in his gut and as he turned around he found that his mistake had been locked in. Vines and brambles had coiled around the path to close off his exit and he didn't make an attempt to find a way around. Whatever had trapped him was certainly diligent enough to close off any other path. With a sigh, he braced himself and started to head deeper into the forest with the intent to undo this curse, and hopefully get out unscathed.

Now that he realized that the forest was truly cursed, he took notice again that there was no visible life at all, and he wondered, was there any life at all here? The birds that would be chirping with the daytime sun were nowhere to be seen or heard. Looking down at the ground he could see no wandering insects scurrying on their way and not a single bush moved or rustled. It was weird to think that a whole forest could just be empty, but the more he walked the more he realized the reality of that thought. Bereft of sound, the forest was a lonely place, and yet, he could not shake the feeling of being watched. It was as if there were eyes in the darkness beyond and within the trees. There was a temptation prepare a spell, something, anything that could contend with danger should it come at him, but instead, he remained calm.

A fork in the path gave him a moment to think and wonder where to go. He thought to take the map from his pack to check where he needed to go next, but as he reached for his pack, vines, and bramble began to grow between the trees until only one path was left. Ears and tail raised he froze as he looked down the only available path. He was being brought deeper into the forest and led in a specific manner to dangers unknown, but he didn't have a choice. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Frederick started down the path that had been kept open for him while feeling as if he were taking a door opened by a demon. Who knew, perhaps there was a demon waiting somewhere down this path.

The path Frederick had been trekking down ended sooner rather than later. There was an opening in the trees that beckoned him forward, and despite his discomfort, on he went through the trees. As he stepped through, it felt as if the forest canopy was thickening and slowly choking out what little sunlight had been filtering through. Eventually, he had to stamp his staff down on the ground and summon light at the tip in order to see anything. The white light from the tip of his staff illuminated the area around him just enough so he wouldn't trip on any stray roots from the gnarled trees surrounding him. Any sound at all seemed to be amplified by the eerie silence that seemed somehow more quiet with the trees surrounding him. His steps crunched over grass and leaves alike, the sound echoing off of the forest walls. Again Frederick heard those strange whispers calling him further in the forest and this time they were louder. The voices ran together so he still couldn't understand what they were saying exactly, but he felt them beckoning him closer to some sort of source the curse. Frederick could not understand how the villagers would have been able to escape such a place if every exit had been covered by bramble. Why would the curse let them through? And what was the purpose of this curse? There were too many questions forming in his head and very little way to find any answers except keep walking and hope he ran into those answers.

Eventually, the sunlight poured back over his head as he stepped out into a clearing full of flowers. He looked around with twitching ears and tilted his head. It was entirely different here from the rest of the forest. What once was a dark and oppressive environment was now beautiful and almost comforting. The only thing that remained strange was the fact that there still didn't seem to be any signs of life. In the center of the clearing, there was a large obelisk that caught his attention. The jutting piece of stone was covered in glowing runes and it was covered in vines and bramble thorns. A green glow pulsed from the runes and his eyes fixated on the obelisk, narrowing as he started to step closer toward it. Could this be the source of the strange curse in the forest?

The obelisk looked out of place in all of the beautiful scenery in the clearing and as he approached it he could feel the dull vibration of power rolling through his body. An arm's length away from the obelisk and it felt as if he could reaching and grab the energy in the air as if it were a tangible object. Frederick wondered if this obelisk was one of those fonts of magic that people came here for. It certainly seemed full of magic, but there was something wrong about it. The bramble and vines tangled all over it appeared to be seeping into the stone itself, pulsing as if they were absorbing and pulling the energy away. On closer inspection, the vines didn't seem to come from the ground and instead appeared to come straight from the obelisk itself. Reaching out to touch the obelisk he winced as he felt a light shock run through his digits. It wasn't painful, but it was enough to let him know that touching the charged stone wasn't the best idea. With a sigh, he stepped back and brought his staff up. He could feel the curse coiling around the life of the obelisk and pouring into the earth. Frederick understood what he needed to do, but could he really do that by himself? Undoing the curse would mean drawing on the source and redirecting the curse away which was better done with more than one mage. Still, an attempt would be made.

With a whisper of power, he closed his eyes to focus on the energy pouring from the obelisk. He held his staff before him and prepared mentally and spiritually and just when he was ready, a voice called out to him, "Hold there friend. Be still and do not harm yourself with such things."

Frederick paused and opened his eyes. He had no intention of stopping what he was doing since it was important work, and yet, his body froze entirely and his concentration was gone. The voice that had called to him seemed to echo inside of his mind. That soft and yet commanding tone remained imprinted in his memory and for some odd reason, he felt the desire to obey. Slowly, he forced himself to turn around and what he saw caused his heart to begin racing. Wearing the skull of a stag was a hunched over creature that towered over him with deep black fur and hooves the pressed down onto the ground. At his hooves, there were vines that coiled around his legs that separated as he started to move. The monster or whatever that thing was, only wore a loincloth and in one massive hand held a gnarled wooden staff.

When Frederick tried to move, the creature spoke again, voice coming from beneath the skull, green lights flashing in the hollows of the skull's eyes, "Be still. I see you come here to uproot what I have done. I should have kept the people of this forest here, but mistakes happen. I see that you are capable, I see that you know what to do, but you will not stop me from claiming my dominion."

The fox made some sort of attempt at a reply, but all that came from his mouth was a sigh as his eyes began to hang low and his grip on his own staff began to wane. He could feel the presence of the monster before him seeping into his mind bit by bit. Any attempt at setting up a sort of mental wall was met by tangling vines that curled and coiled around his walls, pushing past as they desired and taking root to control him. Nothing that he could do in his current state could prevent the creature's power from overtaking him, and he fell to his knees with a gasp when he finally fully broke.

Slowly, the creature approached as the mage's staff fell to the floor along with his will to resist. There hadn't been much of a fight and the creature was grateful for that. Still, there was always a risk that the fox would disobey him and so he spoke, "Rise mage and wipe the fear away from your heart. You are mine now and I do not break my toys like a child, in fact, in time I may free you from your binds once I am sure that you are no threat to my dominion."

Frederick rose, a green hue glowing behind his normally brown eyes as he breathed out his answer, "I...I am sorry. You are imposing, you are great and powerful. I couldn't help but quiver before your might and influence. I...If you were to free me then I would be grateful, but right now I want to serve you, master."

The creature tilted his head and brought a great hand up to rub his chin, "Serve me? Why...I don't think I ever gave you instruction like that, only that you should stay out of my way? I suppose, if you are so naturally inclined to serve, then strip for me."

There was a moment where perhaps Frederick might have broken free from those mental bindings, but instead, he began to slowly get out of his clothes just as instructed. In a neat pile, he placed every article of clothing he had been wearing along with his glasses and satchel before standing there fully nude with a small smile on his face, no shame in that joyful expression as he exposed himself, meager cock and all.

That single moment where the fox's resistance shone through the fog of hypnotism did not escape the creature's notice, but more importantly, nothing had happened. In that single moment, the fox could have possibly gotten away, and instead, there he remained. For a while, the creature eyed the fox up and down with a small hum. There were many things to do with a willing toy and many distractions to be had. The ritual was still in progress, the forest's magic and his own melding together, but he could turn his attention away for just a bit. What he had done would not be undone by a simple lapse in concentration. With a shrug, he brought a hand down to his waist to let his loincloth fall down to reveal his flared shaft which was slowly growing to full length as he continued mulling over his desires in his mind.

Frederick saw the motion, watched as the loincloth fell and marveled in awe as his master's cock was revealed. A shiver twisted up his body and in his hypnotized state, he could think about little else other than how best to serve his master. There was no command ringing out inside of his mind, no specific word or pull bringing him toward what his master desired, and yet, he felt as if dropping to his knees and worshiping his master's cock was just the right thing he should be doing, and so he got down on his knees. The creature witnessed this and his cock twitched in response, speeding up the growth to full erection as he began to approach the kneeling fox. Frederick waited patiently with a dreamy gaze stuck on his face, his body trembling as his master stopped just before him.

His master's voice came in a low and rumbling tone that shook his back as it pressed him down deeper into that hypnotic stupor, "You're already on your knees even though I haven't said a single thing about it." He then chuckled and reached down to grab the fox's chin, to which Frederick practically purred as his eyes were forced to look up at the creature's green lights, "You're a natural slut it seems. You're already inclined to serve me and I barely have to say a thing. I know what you desire and what you need, but will it be worth it for me I wonder? Will that pathetic mouth of yours be able to serve me?"

Of course, Frederick nodded against the hand that held his chin and he whispered in a meek tone, "Yes! Yes, yes absolutely sir. I will do my best to serve you with my mouth and all of my body if you desire it and only if you desire it and command me."

Frederick's master spoke in an almost gentle and loving tone that urged him forward as that hand pulled away slowly, "Go on, you know what to do."

That simple command, that simple push, and press that Frederick knew what to do already put a shiver down his spine. He leaned forward while purring to take hold of the massive shaft before him and begin stroking it with both paws. Press his nose against the underside he opened his mouth to let his tongue flick out against it, watching as it grew to full erection from his touch and kiss. Down the shaft, his tongue went until his mouth was on those massive balls. Frederick kissed each orb before pulling one into his mouth to suckle while his paws continued to work the shaft above his head. The monster was massive in both height and girth and he shuddered to think of how his master would split him in half, of how it would feel to have that pulsing thing inside of his rear. With that thought, he heard his master moan and he shuddered at the noise knowing that he was doing a good job. Pulling from the orb he was sucking on, he brought his tongue all the way up the shaft until he was lapping at the flared tip ever so lovingly. Passing over the tip he felt a thick drop of pre touch his tongue and he shuddered at the taste and the feel as he pulled back to open his mouth wide.

Slowly, he moved forward to take that thick thing in his maw, his tongue grazing against the underside. Back and forth he started to bob his head, body shivering as he tried to fit more and more of his master's cock inside of his mouth. It was strange, normally something of this size would have been a problem, but he continued to dip down low without gagging and without caring. Was it perhaps because of the hypnotism? He was...Hypnotized. That was right, he was under the spell of the creature above him and he had come to this forest to undo a curse.

The green in his eyes began to fade away as he made the realization that he was underneath a spell. His body trembled and his fears began to come back even though the spell was still controlling his every action. When his mind tried to pull free from the spell, he heard the whispers of the creature as if they were in his mind, "I see you're awake, but a moment too late."

A hand at the back of his head urged him forward and Frederick could do nothing but obey as his nose was slowly brought to the creature's cock. He could feel his mind slipping again just from the assertion of power in the monster's voice and there was so little he could do. Frederick was caught in the monster's snare and every moment he spent with the beast's cock in his mouth was another moment that he felt himself slipping further and further into desiring to serve the monster again. His own cock betrayed him and the worst part of it all was the fact that he knew a deep portion of himself was enjoying this without the influence of the monster. He knew that his master was digging the claws of that spell further in his mind and the fear was slowly slipping away. Frederick shut his eyes tight as he felt the beast thrust one last time into his mouth, hot cum pouring out against his tongue and down his throat. He swallowed every drop and felt his own arousal rise as he heard his master start to grunt and groan, his body trembling underneath the knowledge that he had pleased the beast. Frederick opened his eyes slowly and the green glow beneath his eyes was back and in full force as the spell took root again fully.

What had he been thinking? There was no fear here, no need to struggle or push away. His master was treating him right and so all he needed to do was make sure that he was serving his master to the best of his abilities. When every drop had been drained from the beast's orgasm, he pulled back and reached to stroke through the fox's fur atop of his head. Frederick purred at the touch and nuzzled up to the hand touching him. He felt the silent command telling him to stand and so he did with his body trembling as he turned around to place his paws on the obelisk and raise his rear. The fox's tail lifted and the beast grabbed it by the base with one hand, the other, reaching into the air to pull a small bottle from the void. He popped the cork off of the bottle and poured out the slick substance onto his cock, dragged his massive hand along the length to lube himself up while the fox waited for the main event to happen.

Frederick felt as the tip was pressed against his unprepared rear and shuddered as he felt the flared tip begin to push and spread his puckered star. A gush of pleasure poured through his body as he was slowly stretched and he moaned almost as soon as the tip was well inside of his rear. He did not have the command to move and so he remained still while his master slowly fits that massive shaft inside of his rump inch by inch. Frederick lavished in the feeling of having such a thick thing inside of him, and whatever pain he might've felt was wiped away by the spell. Bliss touched his mind as he felt his master's balls touch his own. Just a few moments more and he would be officially his master's bitch and his master would be so happy with him.

Slowly, his master began to rut him. Back and forth those powerful hips moved to bring that massive cock in and out of his rear. Frederick moaned as he felt that heated shaft grinding inside of his rear, purred as he felt it throb again his inner walls. Already he could feel drops of pre staining his insides and he tightened his rear in an attempt to milk his master's cock. He wanted to feel that gush of warmth that had marked his throat inside of his rear. Perhaps sensing how eager he was, his master's thrusting took a suddenly violent turn. Both of those powerful hands were on his hips now tugging him forward with every single thrust and Frederick did nothing but moan like a little bitch in heat begging for more and more as he took every inch of that massive thing in his rear. Every thrust produced a slap that echoed through the forest, balls kissing with every push. His claws dug into the obelisk and he found it difficult to hold himself up at this point due to the power behind every thrust.

Frederick gasped and squeaked now everytime he felt those heavy balls press against his own. His paws slipped from the obelisk and he nearly toppled forward. A strong arm around his stomach held him up and he felt his master's body pressing down on him just a bit as those powerful hips continued to move. With such strength behind each thrust he could feel his legs buckling and if it weren't for the hold of his master, he would have fallen. One last thrust inside of his rear and he suddenly felt his master stop, that massive shaft begin to pulse and throb violently until a hot rush of thick cum began to pour out from the tip. Frederick moaned and trembled, eyes fluttering as he felt the cum pour out inside of his rear. What pleasure he felt inside of him continued to vibrate through his entire body and he bucked his hips back against his master in an attempt to get as much as he could inside of his rear. When it was all over, the beast slowly pulled out of his rear and Frederick whined in response, panting as he was slowly let down on the ground.

He tried to pick himself up but found it nearly impossible. Instead, he laid there groaning as he heard his master's voice, "Sleep. Sleep for now and when you wake we will play again. You are mine."

Frederick couldn't disobey his master, couldn't stop himself from keeping his eyes closed and letting his dreams take him. When the fox was finally asleep the beast leaned down to pick up the fox. With staff and slave in tow, the beast turned back to return to the forest to begin his work again, and to set his new pet in a bed.