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MINE ALL MINE!

by Alice Clawford

Commission for Tags and Cap'n Creamcheese

The mists ran thick through the dark forest that surrounded the Castle of Bradenburg. Once home to a cruel King, the castle now stood in ruins, taken over by monsters that moved in from the forest. King Bradenburg's story was an interesting one, one Sal had read about. A king who turned into a vampire, driven mad with power, and rose an army of undead against the villagers and towns people that dared defy his rule. Taxes were strong, food was rationed out and any who disagreed were killed and brought back to him to become monsters of his army. Nobody could opposite him, for the longest time, not even paladins who travelled far and wide to rid the land of his curse. Not until the paladin Zaman rode upon his horse with a group of heroes to defeat the evil King Bradenburg and end his life with the power of Light. With his help and the god Helm, he brought down his righteous Bastard Sword against the vampire and cut him down. With his life snuffed to dust, the villagers and town soon moved on, leaving a ruin in their wake, wanting nothing to do with the nightmares that lingered the place.

Now, the castle was still standing, although with many holes in place and stone that was loose as the years of decay and nature taken over left it barely standing and precarious to walk around. Vines and roots of trees grew across the stones, taking over where nature had once been cut away and plants grew through the once rug covered floors. Those had been pushed out the way, as if they were a nuisance and most ripped apart by wild animals.

Sal had gotten... very lost. She wore her maid's outfit, just as she always did, even when adventuring out. She was with a group of adventurers, ones who wanted to visit the castle to learn more about it and chancing it to find any treasure that might've been left behind. It was told that King Bradenburg was quite the mage, having a library of tomes and magical items that definitely piqued Sal's interest. Shiny things were very nice, but shiny magical things? Definitely right up there for her! But then she got lost, having caught something in the corner of her eye in the mist, she wondered a little too far from the group to check it out. She didn't find what it was, and turned back. By the time she backtracked, her group had already ventured too far and lost her in the mist. So, with her nose and powerful hearing, she did her best to try to find them, thinking it would be an easy case of being careful and listening carefully. Branches snapped beneath her feet, and her tail knocked things over a little too easily, spooking birds and crows into the air and her mind panics, losing her barrings and she ends up losing her way once again.

Sal was a rather pretty sergal, with long glowing orange hair, her body taupe and underbelly cream. She had some markings that were copper in colour and as reflective, with some hardened plating from her snout to the bridge of her nose, her shins, feet and arms. Her snout was pointed, her ears were too with fins lifting behind them, as well as the base of her tail. She had fur instead of scales, however, and it helped her in the dark and cold area of the castle. Her claws clicked against the castle floor, making some noise as she moved, her big toe had a huge claw like a raptor, a defence she only used in worst case scenarios. Even when she was wearing her white tights, the claws still made enough noise to unnerve her against the stone, but her feet kept warm. She didn't have a weapon to defend herself with, but she knew some spells off the top of her head, Magic Missile being her best quick self defence should she need it. The mist would work in her favour, she certainly hoped, as she scoured the empty broken halls of castle Bradenburg. Sal could see how it had once been a grand palace, one she would have loved to have served as a maid, a structure that showed off the wealth and pride the family held. Before King Bradenburg was driven mad with power and destroyed it all. It was such a shame a legacy came to an end, just like that.

Sal continued to search through the castle, having no idea what rooms were what most of the time, chasing off some vermin that tried to grab for her dress. Most hissed and ran away, or slithered mostly, whilst others hung close, but only enough she couldn't reach them. The kitchen had been entirely cleared out of food long ago, glass and any valuables either taken or thrown to the wall and knocked over. Paintings had been stripped and clawed into by animals, carpets had been pissed on and eaten by moths and candles no longer burned as the rains ruined them. However, somehow, as if by magic, Sal reached further into the castle where nature hadn't quite taken over, the rooms still had been ransacked, but candles burned still. It were as if the souls who lived here and the dark magic that roamed the halls hadn't quite died out. Sal felt a shiver run up her spine, being careful and keeping her magic close to her tongue in case she needed a quick escape.

It didn't take too long for her to find the throne room. It was a long corridor, with candles still burning bright, windows not yet smashed in and bookshelves filled that hadn't yet been touched. The carpet was a little soggy, and ripped at the tips, but otherwise remained in okay condition. The throne itself stood powerfully, a true testament to Bradenburg's legacy. There was no crown to be seen, but a huge painting hung behind the throne, watching over this room like a guardian. It was a portrait of King Bradenburg, before the madness took him. Blue eyes stared at Sal from across the room, a frown on his face, as if troubled by the state of his castle. He wore red robes, fluffed heavily and regal clothing fit for a king. He wore his crown in the portrait, and posed with a sword, the handle bearing wings of a bat, as if it were showing what the future held for him, a foreshadowing of his eventual demise.

Braving it, Sal moved forward, suddenly intrigued and excited for this new discovery! She immediately went to the portrait of Bradenburg first, wanting to see the small delicate brush strokes that created this. Somehow, she could still smell the acrylic paint, as if it had been painted recently. The throne's seat was cushioned perfectly, as comfortable as can be, despite the rain outside tearing the rest of the castle apart. Her fur stood on end in this room, powerful magic thrummed around her, perhaps this was protected somehow? She wasn't sure, but she felt no danger so far. Her hands stroked the arm of the throne, feeling the smooth gold beneath her skin, surprising her. She could only imagine what it must have felt like to sit on this throne and greet someone, holding that much power over people, over society.

"Get off my stuff!" A shout and a snarl surprised Sal, enough that she squeaked and turned around. She readied her Magic Missile, until she saw what was behind her. A gnoll. A female gnoll, standing barely five feet tall with ragged trousers torn from rushing through the trees, her tail hanging out wagging to and fro and she was otherwise topless, her breasts hanging out and nipples dark brown and hardened from the temperature. Her colours matched that of the forest, green and brown, spotted like most gnolls and brown hair stood in a Mohawk, wild and free. She bore some scars, had clearly been in fights before, two in particular stood out just below her belly button, two long gashes of stripped fur, pink now after healing successfully. The gnoll was on her own, but she was panting and growling, her teeth gnashed together in anger and her eyes focused on Sal, who slowly got off the throne calmly.

"Whoa, I'm sorry, I didn't realise anyone was here." Sal tried to keep calm, since the gnoll could speak some Common, perhaps she could be reasoned with.

"Get away! This is all mine! You trespass!" The gnoll shouted again, stepping forward again with a snarl. In her hand, she held a pick axe, orange with what Sal knew wasn't rust, but years old blood that had dried long ago. She had no idea if this gnoll was capable of murder, but most were. Around her neck, Sal spotted she was wearing a necklace, it looked like a dagger, or the blade of a sword pointed down, but in the shape of an ankh and a hoop going around a point that served as a handle. It was a symbol that Sal didn't recognise, something she'd never seen before, but she could feel power brimming through it. Dark power that spoke of horrible things, should it be used. She was sure that that was a necklace once owned by the vampire King Bradenburg and held powerfully dark magic that could harm in some form or another! Sal kept her guard up, she needed to get that necklace off the gnoll.

"That necklace... you should be careful! That necklace is powerful!"

That was the wrong move, as the gnoll's fur stuck up as a threat, and she lunged forward, the pick axe being raised slightly as well. "No! It's mine all mine! Tags found it! It belongs to only Tags! You can't have it!" She screamed, her hyena laugh sounded demented and deranged as she looked, leaving Sal trembling. She stood so much taller over this gnoll, she stood 6'6 and could very probably overpower this gnoll if she tried. But she had no weapon, and that pick axe was pointed and dangerous. She wanted to try to resolve this without violence, if at all possible.

"Tags? Listen, Tags, please, I wasn't going to take anything. I'm an explorer, I'm only here to look and read and I'll be gone, I promise."

"Lies! Tags can smell you lying! Everybody just wants to take from poor Tags. No more! Books is mine! Painting is mine! Castle is all mine!" She screeched and howled, grasping her necklace suddenly and pulling it off her neck in rage. Sal gasped and readied her Magic Missile, hearing the groaning and sparking from the necklace, a necklace that was once black now glowed red with demonic power. Before Sal could cast her magic, the gnoll cast hers first, a red beam of light thrust out of the necklace and engulfed the sergal.

"No!" She cried out, panting heavily in shock and alarm as the red beam hit her. She felt no pain, shockingly, as it hit her, but her head felt heavy and so did the rest of her limbs. She closed her eyes, holding her head as the magic died on her tongue and she groaned in discomfort as her body underwent a change. A change she had no idea what, but she felt compressed, like the pressure increased tenfold and she felt sick.

Then, it was gone, within a matter of seconds. Blinking, Sal opened her eyes... to see that things were bigger. She was no longer beside the throne, but rather behind the throne. She had been shrunk! She was now less than half the size she used to be! She was quarter of her size! Her magic was gone, blocked off from her access and she felt like something invisible constricted against her that she couldn't feel nor see. She peaked around the throne, to see her maids outfit laid completely on the floor: her tights, her dress, everything. She looked down at herself and squeaked again. She was entirely naked! She could hear the gnoll laughing, howling manically as gnolls did, her pick axe completely abandoned on the floor now as she held her stomach and threw her head up in the air. Her necklace was back around her throat. This hadn't been the first time she'd done this, clearly.

"Tags not so small now! Tags is bigger! Yes! Necklace is all Tags'." Then, the gnoll stepped forward, knowing where Sal was hiding. She needed to get out of here! She couldn't defend herself! The gnoll was over twice her size now, she needed to get away! She moved quickly, dashing around the throne and launching herself towards the door, sprinting for her life. She tried calling for help, her voice squeaked in higher pitched than normal, as she tried her best to escape. With longer legs, the gnoll easily caught up, pouncing on her and pinning her down onto the ground.

"Tags has you! Yes! Yes! You can't escape! You are my prey! You are mine!" She chanted in broken Common, her pitch higher in her excitement, turning Sal over to get a good look at her. The sergal did her best, trying to fight her off with her bare hands, pushing her back and kicking with her feet, but the gnoll was stronger than her, overpowering her easily and shifting herself so Sal couldn't get her legs from beneath. With her this close, she could feel the fur brushing against hers, could feel the fabric of her torn trousers brushing against her own nether regions and she tried her best to keep the blush at bay, fearing for her life more than anything else at that current time.

"Please, I'm sorry! Let me go!" Sal cried, trying her best to reason with the gnoll, but nothing worked. The gnoll's eyes burned wild in her madness, Sal wondered if the necklace had something to do with it, or if she genuinely was driven into her animalistic frenzy thanks to being a wild gnoll.

"No! You tried to steal from me! Tags never let any thief escape! You are mine, I do what I want!" She snarled and bit, her maw moving closer as she finally lost her temper, engulfing Sal's entire head inside of her mouth. Sal couldn't pull away, pinned down to the ground, even as she threw her tail all about, she couldn't escape. Inside the mouth, she saw very little light, saliva clung to her fur and the long tongue of the hyena went under her chin, like a conveyor belt pulling her inside. Tags growled, the whole world felt like it vibrated for Sal whilst stuck inside her maw, the sound louder than thunder with her ears inside. She could hear the saliva dripping loudly, could hear the sounds of water or liquid of some sorts moving and sloshing and the pumping heart beat of the gnoll. All sorts of sounds and some sights she'd never seen before, and probably never will again. Curious thoughts for a person who was about to be eaten, Sal noticed.

As her head was being swallowed, the gnoll pushed forward, like a snake gorging on its prey. She pulled the sergal up, stuffing the creature inside of her mouth slowly but surely in one go, her gag reflex nowhere to be seen. Feeling this, Sal tried to kick out with her legs that were only kicking at Tags, but doing no lasting damage. Her large claw managed to slash at her leg once, but the gnoll quickly learnt and pinned the sergal back onto the ground. Her shoulders were the next to be engulfed, her arms slowly being pinned to her sides as her head was pushed deeper and deeper. Her breasts were the next, her sensitive buds touching the teeth of the gnoll, making her blush as they scratched almost gently against them. She hadn't realised, to her utter shock, at this moment that she was getting excited from this. I'm getting eaten alive and I'm horny!? It was then she realised, through her initial panic, her crotch had been rubbing up against a powerful woman, whose breasts were bigger than hers and more impressive as well. She could feel them as her slit unravelled out and brushed against the mounds.

Evidently, the gnoll realised as a grumbled growl shook, startling the sergal a little. Then a bit more, as she jolted when she felt rough paws on her lengthy slit. Her sex was strange, featuring an entrance and a slit that hid inside, but worked like a tendril cock when pulled out or excited. Sal couldn't help it, as she panted with a hard blush and thrust her hips forward the tiniest bit, the best she could manage whilst stuck within the mouth of her predator. She could feel herself getting wet, feeling a rush of fluids suddenly coat her crotch as Tags continued to stroke her slit, and a paw stroke right where her clit was at the base beneath her slit. She cried out inside the mouth of Tags, her legs twitching and thrashing, along with her tail, but for a completely different reason to before. Flashes of immense pleasure hit her and she felt utterly powerless to do anything about it, as she was still being gulped up slowly but surely, whilst being teased at her tendril. She could feel drips of fluid leave the head of her slit, her tail curled around her leg to grasp something, anything whilst her nerves went wild! Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she closed them as she moaned in delight. The wet tongue beneath Sal brushed against her breasts, of which Tags moved back and forth against her, teasing her there too.

Then, finally, Tags pressed a paw into her. Then a second and began thrusting them in and out, whilst slowly but surely pushing her inside her maw. There was a gargled sound, almost like a chuckle Sal thought as she flinched and shuddered in reaction. She blushed again feeling fluids drool against her thighs, knowing she must look like a right mess behind with now just her arse, legs and tail hanging out of her mouth.

Tags' throat began to protrude as Sal went deeper, her head pressing against the walls of her oesophagus as her vision was now entirely dark and all she could hear was liquid flowing, rushing and dripping, along with the grunts of her own and Tags herself. The gnoll kept thrusting her fingers into the sergal, right up until she was pushed fully inside her mouth, her legs quickly began to be gulped up until they, too, were soon gone. Then, it was a simple matter for Tags to slurp up her tail and swallow hard as the large lump of Sal dropped from her throat, down into her stomach. Her belly enlarged as she took the sergal in, her tummy rumbling unhappily with being stretched so much more than ever before. Hyenas normally chewed their food to pieces, but not this time. She licked her paws, getting the taste of Sal's own juices and humming as she did.

Inside, Sal panted as she was curled up against herself inside Tags. She was cramped, curled in a ball with her tail hanging over her, and her crotch was pushed against the stomach wall and rubbing against it. She never got off, and her nerves complained and twitched. She closed her eyes, moaning as she grabbed her slit and pumped, bringing another finger to thrust into herself to get her off as quickly as possible.

Outside, Tags put both her paws against her large belly, painfully caught in her trousers and so she quickly threw them off before they ripped. She realised then, panting and shaking that her excitement was visible. So, with her huge stomach, one hand kept on it to help ease herself a little, and her other pressed between her legs. Her extended fat brushed against the top of her crotch, not quite reaching her clit, but all it took was a push in the right direction, and she pressed her little bundle of nerves right up against her vibrating stomach. She rolled her eyes, moaning as she did so, rubbing her clit furiously best she could, but her stomach proved that to be rather difficult. She decided then to press her paws inside of herself, mimicking what Sal was doing without even realising it and trying to get herself off as quickly as possible. She thrust her two paws inside, pressing against her walls and thrust in and out quickly, scissoring as well to loosen and get herself used to the feeling, having been a very long time since she last did this. Whilst thrusting her fingers into herself, she did her best to rock slightly, to thrust her hips and give herself better leverage. Her stomach made that a challenge, but she was always one to accept a challenge. She could feel Sal curled up within, wriggling and shifting with whatever she was doing. Tags didn't care.

Sal meanwhile was getting herself off along with Tags, both unknowingly sharing an experience together, masturbating without the other knowing as both had gotten excited. Sal pumped her length hard and fast, moaning and weeping as she drew close to finishing herself. She could hear Tag's heart beating faster, growls and snarls leaving her and echoing inside that only worked Sal up harder. The walls around her as Tags groaned and growled vibrated, leaving Sal's body a shuddering, quaking mess.

Tag's breasts were held up against her flesh, sticking to her as she grew sweaty in her exertion, but it still didn't stop her. After a few more thrusts and rocking back and forth, she breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the waves of her release ripple through her, her form convulsing from the strength of her orgasm. Her lips became soaked, dripping down onto the floor and some against her enlarged stomach she still had a paw against, holding onto it almost for the ride. She thrust her hips a few more times, riding through it and thrusting her paws a few times. Then she pulled her lips open, her labia allowing more of her excitement and juices to escape and make a mess against her thighs and floor.

Inside, to Sal it felt like an earthquake as the moans grew loud and her entire world around her shook. Taking deep breaths and pumping her slit a few more times, she gasped for air and whined as strips of white shot out of her, strings of it drooling onto her tail and onto the fleshy floor beneath. She was then left a quaking mess, covered in saliva, spit and other sorts of liquid she didn't want to imagine had a name for. Pools of it soaked into her fur she hadn't paid attention to, yet it was warm, pleasant, almost like a hot water tub. Yet, here she was to stay with no ideas on how to escape. For now though, she was entirely too exhausted to think, or even act in any way. She found her eyes struggling to stay open, her energy entirely spent and she figured there was nothing wrong with taking a nap right now. She'll regain her energy soon enough and blast her way open, or try to negotiate a deal. She was sure she could come up with something.

Tags, meanwhile, a shaking and sweaty mess just as much as Sal herself was, struggled to stand up, her legs shaking uncontrollably. With a lot of effort though, she managed to drag herself to the throne and sat on it, her belly putting all the weight on her, like a second person was sat over on top of her. She hoped her meal would sink soon, and she could get back to normal, but it was a delicious meal nonetheless. She hadn't had fun like that in a long time, living alone in a castle where most wanted to take her stuff, she tended to get a little lonely. Now, she felt completely stuffed, the biggest meal she had ever had! She never knew when she'd get a meal like this again, so she'd make the most out of being in a food coma until she'd be back in tip top shape. She'd remain here, guarding until the next unfortunate soul would try to appear. With a smile on her face, content and happy, Tags sat back on her throne and closed her eyes to sleep, that food coma slowly taking over and dreams of chasing sergals kept her company through the night.