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It had been several weeks since Marius first met the mage Davidon and encountered Perch. The bull mercenary sat in the wizard's dining hall, slouching against the wood of a high-backed chair with his leg casually crossed over one knee. His first seven days spent in the tower were a blur of sex, relaxation, and general debauchery. The mercenary guild had sent Marius's payment for the initial slime breeder job via courier, and he was thankful that Davidon had thought to send them a message while Marius was occupied with Perch to notify them of the bull's whereabouts. However, the kinky mage had requested that the bull test out a magical vibration crystal up his ass while accepting the courier's delivery, as if to remind Marius that the experiments were far from finished. It had been an electrifyingly arousing experience and Marius had since taken to wearing the crystal as much as he could while exploring the vast, labyrinthine halls of Davidon's tower. Now, after so much time within the walls, some of the tower's layout had become familiar, and he was less disoriented when he discovered new passages that hadn't previously existed.

Perch was still eager to spend time with Marius, and Davidon was gracious enough to provide his new mercenary guest with a room in the tower at the bovine's request. After all, it would be easier to assist the equine wizard with his experiments if Marius stayed for longer than the gestation period of the eggs Perch had given him. The slime was a social creature even outside of sex, and Marius was fascinated by Perch's knowledge of the northern continent, a utopia of pleasure and decadence by the way the slime described it. By the second week, Marius barely noticed the telepathic communication they shared, and he looked forward to chatting with Perch at length before the slime enticed him into a mind-bending orgasm. Luckily, Perch had only one clutch of eggs to give during each breeding cycle so Marius didn't have to carry another after he delivered the first- though he gladly would have after such a pleasurable experience.

The bull huffed, a blush coming to his cheeks as he reminisced. When he wasn't thinking about Perch, he was thinking about Davidon. Who knew that just several weeks prior, he wouldn't have given the tower on the edge of the capital a second thought? Now, he had a stable job and living arrangements too. Not that he disliked the mercenary barracks; part of him missed waking up in the dead of night to the sounds of his bunk-mate pleasuring himself and silently stroking his bovine length along with him. But the truth was, he more enjoyed being around someone who was as sexually open as Davidon. The horse was hung, handsome, and smart, but also wasn't overbearing or stuck up. The wizard was humble even though his knowledge vastly outclassed Marius's own.

"Marius! I'm going to visit the satyr downstairs. He tends to get antsy if he doesn't receive alcohol after a time," Davidon said as he descended a wooden staircase that had sprouted from the ceiling and spiraled downwards to the dining hall floor, like a tree growing in reverse. Such sights were a regular occurrence in the tower. The layout was ever shifting to accommodate the whims and desires of the residents. The more destinations that needed to be added, the more rooms that would form and pathways to connect them, within reason of course. What that reason was however, Marius had not yet figured out completely. More often than not, it seemed to him as if the tower had a mind of its own. "Have you continued to enjoy your time here now that Perch is no longer demanding your attention?"

When Davidon reached the bottom of the stairs, Marius could see that the wizard wore a simple robe that was as blue as the ocean with gold trim. The zebra held a small bottle of alcohol in one hand and a deck of cards in the other, the septum ring through his nose bobbing gently as he moved.

"Yes, my break has been nice," Marius replied as he sat up in his chair. Marius was dressed more casually than he had been when he first arrived. A black leather H harness was strapped across his chest, exposing the two gold nipple rings which hung as a centerpiece to his broad pecs. Light blue highlights streaked across the middle strap of leather, and hoops of silver hung off the harness on the back and on the front, which Davidon had installed for 'easy grabbing.' His lower half was not covered, and his flaccid cock rested on the chair between his thick thighs. Hidden from view was the magic crystal, still lodged up his hole and pressed right into his prostate, which forced his cock to jump and drip whenever it pulsed and vibrated inside him at Davidon's discretion.

The mage smiled when he noticed what Marius was wearing. "I see you decided to put on the harness after all. It looks very good on you. Should you decide to wear it outside of the tower, know that it will provide more protection than a set of plate armor."

Marius chortled. "Fascinating! You certainly know how to craft interesting looking gear. I've never seen something like this before. It makes me feel like an animal."

"You like it that way, I'd wager," Davidon said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I was inspired by another wizard friend of mine."

"As long as you don't lock me in the dungeon with the other specimens you keep," Marius teased. Davidon reached the bottom of the stairs and the wizard shook his head.

"You do not have to worry about anything like that, my dear friend. I would not imagine keeping a man of your adventurous spirit locked up. Speaking of which..."

Marius knew what was coming. It was no wonder that Davidon had applied to the mercenary guild for help. The bovine had no idea how the mage had managed without him- not that Marius was complaining, though. With even the few specimens he had met already, he had to borrow a quill and ink to keep their individual needs straight. Davidon was good at explaining and an excellent teacher... when he could keep on task. Marius found the zebra adorable when he went on his tangents.

"You need me to do research again, don't you?" Marius said with a knowing smirk.

"Indeed, but this particular specimen that I want you to take care of is special," Davidon emphasized with another flourish and walked up to the table to tap his finger against the mahogany wood.

"Everything in here is special."

"Touché, my dear friend. However, the research you'll be doing is going to be on an artifact this time, and you'll get to meet Antonio again."

Marius opened his mouth and then closed it. The bull placed a hand on his cheek. "So, how many people like me do you have in your tower?"

"Oh, you remember Antonio don't you? He is much more pleasant than the average person. You'll like him. He's the gargoyle you saw on your first day."

Marius paused for a moment. He hardly knew anything about gargoyles besides their unique physiology. Perch had filled him in on a smattering of different mythical creatures that were in Davidon's tower, but the slime had spoken about gargoyles quite a lot, particularly about how much a gargoyle could cum. Now that he was reminded that there was one in the tower, it made sense.

"How did you manage to capture a gargoyle?" Marius asked, adjusting his pose. The vibrating crystal seemed to have a mind of its own and was buzzing at a feverish pitch against his prostate now, forcing his shaft to become stiff and drool precum onto the stones below.

"Capture isn't the proper word. It was simply a matter of revealing my collection to him. Antonio adores ancient artifacts you see, like most gargoyles do. I gave him a place to research and I offered him ancient scrolls as well as other artifacts that I have no use for in exchange. He is sharp and indispensable. The particular artifact I need information on is one that Antonio has been researching for the past week, and he can fill you in. I find your intuition about magic items intriguing, Marius. You seem to attune to each one we find more easily than most."

Marius found his curiosity piqued. "Is Antonio holed up in the library? I might have passed it once or twice while exploring."

Davidon smiled. "The library and exhibition rooms, yes."

The horse walked around the table to where Marius sat, placing the bottle of alcohol and cards on the table in front of Marius. He then stepped around behind the bull to massage Marius's shoulders, and Marius leaned back into the familiar touch. The hands dipped down towards the bull's nipple rings and gave each one a tug. Marius gave a soft "moo" in response.

"I wish I did not have a satyr to attend to. Otherwise, I'd play with that crystal that's lodged in you before I left. Thank goodness I can control it while I'm away..."

Marius blushed when the crystal inside of him started to vibrate faster, and his cock throbbed between his legs. He groaned out loud when Davidon rubbed his pecs one final time and stepped away with the bottle of alcohol and cards now back in his hands.

"You're affectionate today," Marius grunted out as he sat up straight in the chair.

"Mmm-hmm. Now, best not to keep our companions waiting. There will be plenty of time for play after our work is done," Davidon said, wriggling fingers in the bull's direction and causing the rings on Marius's chest to tug downward of their own accord.

"Yes sir," Marius moaned, unable to contain the sound that erupted from his chest at the attention on his nipples.

The tugging ceased when Davidon's flowing robe disappeared out the dining room door, leaving the bull panting and with a throbbing erection between his legs. Marius looked down at it and frowned. It was unlikely that it would go down before he reached the library, especially with the crystal plug's pulsing vibrations in his ass. Marius stood from the chair, snatching up his notebook from the table. He held a hand out in front of him, palm down, and quickly turned his palm toward the ceiling, flicking his wrist upward as Davidon had taught him. He scowled when nothing happened and tried the motion again, straightening his back as he did and causing his erection to fling a bead of precum from the tip. A pair of black briefs appeared in his palm and the bull grinned like a child.

"I suppose this magic stuff can be useful," Marius joked to himself as he slid the briefs up his legs and tucked his cock to the side.

The underwear showed an incredibly lewd bulge, but the lack of clothes made moving much easier. It reminded him of training on the barracks grounds in only trousers. Fighting was almost effortless when armor didn't get in the way; maybe this enchanted harness and briefs would be his new adventuring uniform. Marius chuckled to himself at the thought of striding into the merc headquarters dressed like this, and how many eyes would hungrily drink in his body. Marius had a feeling that even the most headstrong of soldiers would notice and take in his attire. His cock pulsed angrily, even more aroused from the fantasy, and Marius gave his bulge a squeeze as he exited the dining room through the opposite door that Davidon had.

The oak door of the library was simple to find now that Marius was attuned to the tower's arcane workings. The bull pushed it open and sauntered inside. Bookshelves as far as his eyes could see lay beyond, and as the door swung shut behind him, Marius's eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room. Davidon had a strict rule about no torches among the scrolls; instead, lamps lit via azure embermoths like the one in Perch's room sent soft, blue light cascading over the shelves. It gave the stacks an eerie appearance, and Marius couldn't help the chill that skittered up his spine.

Still, he had a job to do, so he walked forward, hooves clopping on the stone as he hunted for the gargoyle among the books. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. The stacks towered above like trees in a forest, and Marius began to wonder if he should just shout out for Antonio. Marius hadn't realized how enormous the library actually was when he had looked in briefly during his explorations. Three floors worth of books and scrolls culminated in a high arched ceiling that disappeared upward into the dark. The bull eventually reached what he guessed was the center of the stacks, a circular clearing with eight ends of shelves all facing him. He glanced behind him to a similar path through the stacks, the exit nowhere to be seen. Marius was lost.

"Hello?" He said out loud. It felt taboo, as if a stern librarian would appear from the dusty shadows to shush him. The sound of shuffling and wheels on hardwood came from somewhere deeper in the rows of books. Then came the sound of claws, and Marius made a hard left down one of the many rows toward it. Had he been anywhere else, hearing those noises would have made him immediately reach for a weapon, but he knew that very few of the creatures in Davidon's tower were dangerous.

"Yes, over here!" a deep voice rang out among the books, accompanied by more shuffling. The sound was surprisingly sharp, most likely due to the library's quiet ambience, and Antonio did not seem to be bothered with raising his voice.

"Ahh, thank the gods... I thought I would be lost for-"

When Marius turned the corner, he was struck mute. Piercing silver eyes looked back at him from the darkness above the stacks, which would have been terrifying if he were out in the wild. To say the figure was hulking would be an understatement; Marius had forgotten just how bulky the gargoyle's form really was. Antonio sat perched above a rolling ladder on top of one of the shelves, leathery wings folded neatly behind him. Even in the dim, blue light of the lanterns, Marius could see what looked like cracks in the gargoyle's stone-like skin, and the impeccably defined muscles of the creature's enviable physique. Antonio held a tome in his thick fingers, with several others stacked neatly next to him. He gripped the wooden ladder below with one of his clawed feet and rolled it toward the shocked bull.

"There you are," the gargoyle said in his gravelly voice. "Come join me up here, would you? I'm collecting texts for our project."

"I could pass books up to you instead if that'd be easier," Marius replied.

"No need, sir. I have the tomes we require. Finding the specific passages we need would go faster with four eyes, however."

Marius nodded and scrambled up the ladder, hoisting himself up onto the top of the shelves to sit near the muscular creature, and Antonio handed him the open book. When Marius was this close to him, he could see the gargoyle's thick tail and the gold ring around the base of it, which was attached to an incredibly skimpy black thong with gold trim. Marius's erection throbbed at the sight and he couldn't keep from licking his lips. Antonio shifted to pick up one of the other books, and the bull's eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the sight of the gargoyle's impressive bulge wobbling between his thick, muscular thighs. A deep chuckle made the bull's cheeks flush as he snapped his eyes back up to Antonio's face, noticing the creature's spectacles for the first time when the gargoyle pushed them up his almost draconic snout.

Antonio struck a fearsome figure in profile, with large, batlike ears and two pointed horns that jutted up and back out of the top of his head. His snout had a rounded tip, and several teeth stuck out from his lips when his mouth was closed, giving him a rather adorable expression in Marius's opinion. The silver glasses rested against the gargoyle's naturally furrowed brow and the bull had to admit that Antonio was quite dashing for an intimidating monster of the night.

"Search the index for magical curses when you are finished drinking in my figure, if you would," Antonio said with a deep rumble of appreciation in his chest.

"Er, right, sorry," Marius mumbled as he turned back to the book in his hands, erection pulsing in his tight briefs. Peeling his eyes away from the muscle bound gargoyle, the bull cleared his throat as he started to look through the table of contents. Although the contents were in Common, the language of the realm, the corresponding page about curses was illegible to the bovine mercenary. The language was long forgotten to many in the kingdom, but it was a tongue that Marius at least knew the origin of. He had seen it in the Old Cities: ruins that could be found throughout the wilderness. Traps, bandits, and monsters awaited anyone bravely foolish enough to explore those ruins, but Marius himself had taken a few expeditions into the depths in his younger adventuring days.

"I apologize, Antonio but I cannot read most of this. I haven't studied the Old Tongue since I was in training."

The gargoyle, without even looking up from his book, lifted one of his hands towards Marius and touched the bull's temple. The mercenary's eyes glowed bright pink for just a moment before the color dissipated, and Marius looked down to see the text was perfectly legible. It was as though the words had rearranged themselves into the common tongue, and Marius blinked to see them momentarily shift back to their original typeset, as if they were insects scrambling across the ground.

"How's that?" Antonio asked and adjusted his posture once again. A long tongue snaked out of his reptilian snout, licking the finger he just pressed against Marius's temple in order to turn a page.

"Fascinating..."

Antonio grinned. "Very good. Now, look for anything corresponding to curses put on objects. Especially if the object happens to be cloth."

Starting to look through the text, Marius's eyes scanned across the words. Although the text was translated, the dialect was ancient and difficult to work through. Marius turned through several more pages. Whoever wrote the book was not creating curses, but categorizing them. It felt more like the anonymous author (their name had been scratched off of the cover) was writing them down for identification and exorcism purposes rather than malicious intent. He read about curses for hypnotism- light suggestions to get the victim to do what you desire. There were ointments and powders that would put the victim in a catatonic state, or even kill or disfigure them. The inked artwork accompanying some of the entries was detailed, and often had a few phrases at the bottom describing the curse.

"These are horrible...." Marius whispered, and Antonio's ears flicked.

The gargoyle put down his own book and adjusted his spectacles above his nose. "If you are looking at more violent curses, those are definitely not what we are looking for. The item we are studying is more benign."

Marius's eyes looked up from the book for a moment to see Antonio now looking at him, particularly at the bovine bulge still twitching between the bull's legs. Marius stared at the gargoyle's hefty bulge in return. Antonio's cock wobbled in the black thong as he shifted, and the muscular creature chuckled.

"You really are distracted by my appearance. Is it the plug?"

Marius blinked. He had completely forgotten that the crystal shoved up his ass was still vibrating subtly inside of him. The bull blushed and went back to his book. He adjusted himself in his own briefs, his cock leaking into the material and making the front of it wet with his pre.

"N-no, but," the bull forced himself to change the subject. "Perhaps I could see this item you're studying?"

"Mmm, all right, but we must be careful."

Marius's ears perked, and he marked his place in the book with the small ribbon that hung down from the spine. He stepped down the ladder and Antonio followed, his muscular body moving like water in a stream as he got down to the last rung and placed the book he was holding on a nearby pile.

"How careful?" Marius asked, his voice nervously rising in pitch without him noticing. Although he trusted Davidon, the zebra did have a way of getting him into trouble, and if it meant his life was threatened, he wanted to know what he was getting into.

Smiling, Antonio shook his head. "It's not outwardly dangerous. I interacted with it earlier and even touched the cloth with my own hands... with a magic barrier between my fingers and the object. It seemed to be a benign magic, but it is still a curse nonetheless, and... it is made of interesting fabric. I have never seen anything like it!"

Antonio's snout twitched and his fangs glimmered when he grinned. His wings fluttered, flinging some loose papers across the library floor. Marius found it oddly adorable. His mercenary training was more focused on practical studies like blade techniques and memorizing magic sigils, but the gargoyle's enthusiasm for artifacts was infectious. Ironically, the bull did not need his combat skills now, but the iron will and musculature that his training had crafted made his edging sessions with Perch all the more pleasurable.

"As long as it won't give me a nasty zap or make me grow an extra limb," Marius joked as Antonio composed himself and pushed his spectacles up his nose. The gargoyle turned on his heel and looked over his shoulder at Marius.

"Oh no, no! I promise you won't end up like the other assistant..."

Marius' blood ran cold. "Uhhh, the other assistant?"

"Don't worry, we got him out of the wall and he lived, but it took a little while to find the various body parts. It was like a scavenger hunt!" Antonio chuckled, freezing Marius's expression in a look of shock.

"Then after we figured out where he was scattered throughout the library, we used magic to put him back together and w-"

"Antonio, I think I'm okay with not knowing about what happened next," Marius interrupted. The warrior, although hardened by battle, found his stomach turning at the thought. "Please tell me that the items that you receive now are researched with a little more caution?"

The gargoyle chortled. "I suppose that was not the best story to tell a first timer. I can promise you that I would not be allowing you to see the item if I thought it would harm you. The previous assistant got far too... familiar with my library and felt the need to poke his nose in areas he did not understand without my approval."

Marius fell quiet but only for a moment. "I see. I apologize if I seem nervous. I have little experience with cursed objects."

"I understand, but I promise there is nothing to fear from this one," Antonio reassured the worried bull with a soft smile. The gargoyle looked forward again, and Marius's thoughts wandered as they made their way through the labyrinth of the library. Stacks upon stacks of tomes on the floor flanked Marius in between the high bookshelves. It felt as if the library maze had no end.

The gargoyle's tail flicked behind him and the gold ring at the base jingled. Marius got a full view of the two globes of muscle that surrounded the long tail, and his eyes could see the shimmering black material of the thong once again. The material perfectly outlined the two beautiful, muscular cheeks. Marius's butt plug vibrated harder inside of his hole, as though in response to his leering. The bull was struck with a deep, carnal need to lean forward, spread Antonio's asscheeks and start to devour them like no tomorrow. Working hard at the library probably built up a lot of musk, and the bull found his thoughts circling around the idea of seeing what the exotic beast tasted like.

Marius shook his head and the fog lifted for a moment. There was a steamy heat sinking into his body and muscles the farther they walked through the labyrinthine stacks, but Marius thought nothing of it and only concentrated on the behemoth in front of him. Antonio was starting to look more and more attractive the deeper they went inside.

Marius's thoughts trailed back to his time studying in the gymnasium and bathing after a heavy training session, to the steam from the waters rising to fill him with a sense of renewal after a hard day of work with his mentor. Sergeant Ranfield was the toughest taskmaster he'd ever had to deal with when he started among the knights. The gruff hyena had tasks upon tasks for him to complete- lifting bales of hay, rounding up loose animals, ambushing goblin camps, and initiating diplomacy with orcs. Every task had a reason, and Ranfield was more than happy to scold him about how he could improve. His mind was not focused on the stress that came with taking care of random quests, however, but with the way the steam crawled up his body. In his daydream, he sighed and spread his legs. There was nothing more relaxing after a hard day.

Marius blinked and his thoughts shot back to reality. Why was he having trouble concentrating? It reminded him of his first day in the tower, and he briefly wondered if the very walls of the building were suffused with pheromones. His briefs felt tight around his groin and, with each step he took, the bulge wobbled and precum started to form at the pouch to drip down his balls and roll onto the floor. It was probably just stress from having to write mercenary reports to prove he was actually working at the tower.

The documents contained a sufficiently vague description of what Marius had been up to with Davidon, along with coinage to pay the guild dues. Before meeting the zebra wizard, Marius had been eyeing up a new pair of hand axes, but lacked the money necessary for such a lavish purchase. Now that he had a steady job along with rent-free housing, however, he had plenty of coin to spare. There was no need to pay for a courier for delivery either, since Davidon teleported the reports with a wave of his wrist. The bull once again snapped back to the present at the sound of Antonio's voice.

"All right, so here is the devilish item itself..."

Marius realized that they were in an exhibition room near the center of the massive library. Relics of every shape and size were stowed safely behind protective glass, while others were out and roaming as if they had a life of their own, floating through the room until they hit some kind of invisible barrier and gently drifted in the opposite direction. Antonio stood at a table topped with several wooden boxes, which were carved with runic sigils that Marius recognized as protective wards. Some type of clothing item sat neatly folded in one of the boxes, and the bull peered inside and glanced at the material. It was gold in color and looked sleek and shiny to the touch. It could have been made from a mix of fabrics, but Marius did not recognize them. The bull stepped forward as if on his own accord as Antonio lifted the cloth and held it in his left hand. It was a skimpy garment, small enough to barely take up the gargoyle's palm, but the hip straps flopped over the sides of his hand.

"It's... a thong..." Marius stated matter-of-factly. He reached forward and Antonio did not stop him as his index finger trailed across the silky material. He was touching something that was labeled as "cursed" for the first time and the bull's heart leapt in his chest as the fabric creased under his finger, expecting the worst.

Nothing. Antonio was right.

"I am entirely stumped as to the nature of this one. Generally, one touch is all the victim needs to be affected by whatever nasty magic is stored within," Antonio pondered as he walked around Marius and stroked his chin. His eyes were on the thong, and they sparkled mischievously. Marius knew exactly what Antonio was going to suggest.

"No..."

Antonio smiled. "Obviously, I wouldn't have you try it on before we dispel the curse. We merely need to find the appropriate divine ritual to do so." The gargoyle flicked his tail as he placed the thong back into the protective box.

"Of course it's cursed underwear. Why am I not surprised," Marius scoffed.

"Don't be so dismissive, my friend. That plug inside you was once unremovable after being lodged inside a victim."

Marius gulped and gave the plug an experimental tug. Thankfully, it slid out an inch before he shoved it back in with a huff of relief. Whoever it was inside of during the curse would have no choice but to grit their teeth and endure. There was a tingle that shot up Marius' spine at the thought. How kinky and perverted were the people putting curses on these items?

"Fine, let's find this dispelling ritual then."

"I didn't realize you were so eager to feel the thong's silken surface hugging your package," Antonio teased with a wiggle of his handsome brow.

Marius chuckled as the plug's vibration intensified and sent a surge of arousal to his throbbing shaft. Antonio glanced downward and licked his snout, dragging a finger up the bovine's dripping bulge, then licking it to taste the bull's precum.

"Mmm, after our work, I must sample what you taste like from the source, my friend."

Marius shivered at the gargoyle's touch. "S-sorry, it's this plug. Making it difficult to concentrate..." His eyes fell again to Antonio's crotch and the swaying thong pouch there, as the gargoyle moved past him to a shelf of books and placed a thoughtful hand on his chin.

"I understand the feeling. I think the religion section might be the best place to search for the appropriate ritual.

Marius sighed as he approached the hulking winged beast. "All right. Is there a quicker way to search for it? This place is huge!"

Antonio smiled and gently took the bull's hand in his, locking their fingers and making Marius's heart flutter hotly in his chest. "There is, but it may be a touch disorienting for you. Look directly at my eyes and nowhere else for a moment."

Marius was accustomed by now to the strange orders that the denizens of the tower gave him, so he did as the gargoyle said. As he gazed into Antonio's handsome face, the library stacks seemed to move of their own accord in his peripheral vision. It took much willpower to keep his eyes locked to Antonio's as the room whizzed about around them. The bull felt dizzy, his stomach turned over twice before the room stopped spinning. Antonio released his hand and Marius steadied himself against a nearby bookcase labeled "Religious Texts'' in Davidon's flowing script. The soldier closed his eyes, trying to shake the dizziness from his head as he slowly lowered himself to the floor.

"What- what was that?" The bull asked.

"Apologies, Marius. We gargoyles can move without moving. Davidon refers to it as 'Shifting'. I know it can be rough the first time, but you should recover soon." The gargoyle began scanning the nearby tomes with a finger, and after a while Marius felt well enough to stand and stepped behind the case to another similarly filled with religious books. He began scouring it for any books containing anything about dispelling rituals.

Their search took a long while, and by the time Marius found a scroll referenced by several of the other books as a curse lifting spell, his hardon had long since softened. He brought the scroll to his gargoyle friend and the two shifted back to the artifacts. The second time was thankfully much less disorienting than the first, and Marius caught his breath as he watched Antonio set up the ritual with the cloth undergarment at the center.

"We have everything we need?" Marius asked as Antonio stepped away from the table and wiped his hands.

"Things are in order, yes," the gargoyle replied. "I will now speak the incantation." He lifted his hands and held them before him, making a triangle pattern with his thumbs and forefingers. "Sacra liberaremur!"

The box lit up before Marius's eyes, divine light cascaded from it like a fountain. In seconds it dissipated, leaving the thong seemingly unchanged.

"That was it?" Marius asked.

"Well, theoretically," Antonio said, lifting the golden thong from the box and offering it toward his bovine companion. "There's only one way to be sure..."

"I'm not putting that thing on."

"Aw, don't be that way. I'm not going to force you into it but the only way we can truly know whether or not the curse has been lifted is to try it out."

Marius sighed and lifted the thong from the gargoyle's hand to stretch it out. It looked like average sexy underwear, similar to Antonio's own attire. The straps were thin and the finger-width strip of cloth meant to go between his cheeks would barely cover his hole. The pouch looked roomy, but had clearly been fashioned to look as revealing as possible no matter the size of the wearer's endowment. The back of the garment held a ring designed to encircle the wearer's tail, and Marius had to concede that the base of Antonio's thick tail would have been much too large.

The gargoyle flicked his wrist out and held out his palm to his side. His hand began to glow. "It's much too small for me to try, I'm afraid. I also have a dismissal spell primed if you start to get uncomfortable or something nasty begins to occur. I promise that I would not allow anything bad to happen to you, Marius. You are far too precious a friend to Davidon and now to me." Antonio gave a sultry wink.

Marius started to pull off his briefs, allowing his cock to flop out. The ring engorged his leaking shaft, and his balls were round and full. The ring was a gentle silver and gave off a pleasing shimmer in the glow of the library. The crystal that was shoved in his ass began to vibrate wildly as Marius exposed himself in front of Antonio, who leered lewdly at the sight of the bull's thick cock.

"I feel like one of Davidon's test subjects," Marius snorted as he stepped one leg into the thong and then another. His balls wobbled as he pulled the underwear up to his crotch and gently slid his tail through the ring, pulling it up to the base and allowing the strip of fabric to nestle in between his ass cheeks, slightly stretching outward against the end of the plug. The bull gasped as the pouch suddenly wrapped around his large cock and balls of its own accord, and although it had appeared too small before, the material flexed and moved as if it was alive, to completely envelop Marius' groin. Marius huffed as his shaft and sack were wrapped in the form-fitting material, and he looked up at Antonio with concern when the strap in between his cheeks sucked up tight to his flesh, enveloping the plug completely. The gargoyle did not look too perturbed, but frowned at the change.

"Errr, is it supposed to do that?" Marius asked.

Antonio clicked his tongue. "I'm not entirely sure. The curse should have been dispelled, but the artifact could still have magic that is not malicious. Let's continue to analyze this..."

The bull chuckled. "You mean you'll continue to analyze this while I wait for this thing to blow up or something."

Antonio rolled his eyes but not without a jovial smile. "Heh, you would have been dead already if that was going to occur. Do make sure to note anything you are feeling and let me know."

"Will do."

"Also, if it starts making you uncomfortable, take off the thong immediately."

The bull nodded and leaned on the edge of the stone artifact table as if it was a medical examiner's slab. While Antonio gathered a notebook and a quill to draw and write things down, Marius focused on his body. There was nothing too out of the ordinary at first; Marius reached down into the pouch to grope at himself and make sure that everything was still as it was. Yep, his cock was still attached and his balls hung low. The motion of the fabric had stiffened his cock again, and Antonio's eyes glanced over Marius' bulging arousal with a smirk before he jotted something down.

The scent of burnished leather and red wine drifted into Marius's nostrils, and he recognized the smell immediately from when he was following the burly gargoyle through the stacks earlier. Was that Antonio's natural scent? It surrounded the bull's face and brought heat to his cheeks as he stood there, huffing the intoxicating aroma. His chest felt similarly hot and the sensation drifted downward to his belly and his pulsing, angry length trapped behind the fabric of the golden thong. The fog that clogged his thoughts came back tenfold and the bull found it hard to think. Precum formed at the tip of his dick and continuously dripped down the shaft and over his balls, pooling in the pouch. The brief thought of it dripping down his legs, showing any onlookers how ready he was for sex crossed his mind, and in an instant was gone.

The gargoyle noticed Marius' increased arousal and stepped around the bull to observe him further. Reaching forward, Antonio gripped Marius' thick cock suddenly, which made the bull gasp. The gargoyle tilted the pouch to and fro, giving it a few teasing strokes which made the bull shiver as the hand skillfully rubbed across his fabric-covered erection.

"D-do you do this with all the assistants?" Marius quipped. Antonio moved his hand down towards Marius' balls and rolled them in his right hand. Marius groaned, his back arching as if in heat.

"Only the ones I like, and if I am searching for anything out of the ordinary. How are you doing?"

"Really hard to concentrate..."

"Hmmm, that could be because of the thong or maybe it could be because of the crystal still lodged in you."

Marius had nearly forgotten about the crystal.

Antonio started to pace around and his eyes scanned over Marius carefully. "You really do fill up the pouch expertly. What a fine specimen of bovinity you are, Marius. Is the thong pushing on your plug?"

Marius' rump flexed when Antonio's hand came forward to gently rub across his right asscheek and the bull blushed. "N-no, I don't think so. Should I remove it?"

"Allow me, my friend," Antonio said and reached towards Marius' hole. He slipped a thumb and forefinger around the strap there, grabbing the end of the crystal and giving it a hard tug. The bull's nerves lit up, much more sensitive than normal. However, instead of a yelp of pain, Marius gave a weak moan. His legs buckled for just a moment as the vibrating crystal popped out of his hole and Antonio clutched it in his palm with a smirk.

"Now with that out of the way..."

Antonio placed the crystal on the table off to the side and gathered his notebook and quill. He made a note of having to remove the crystal before walking forward to crouch eye-level with the bull's full, twitching bulge. Marius was a hot, panting mess. What started out as a tingle of warmth had slowly risen to a boil within him, and Antonio's intoxicating musk wasn't helping.

The gargoyle reached forward and his hand gently worked across Marius' bulge to feel the material and the outline of his thick shaft in the silken underwear. A hum of acknowledgement left Antonio's snout before he trailed a clawed finger across the band where the thong ended and Marius' inguinal zone began. Antonio gave a quick swirl with his index finger in order to get the bull to turn around. Marius rotated on his heel, placing his palms on the edge of the table and blushing when Antonio's hands spread his muscular cheeks. The move was quick and precise. The gargoyle did not forget about the thong strap either, and used his thumb to hook it and move it out of the way.

Marius jumped when a hot breath brushed against his asscheek. The bull's cute tail flicked for a moment and his face grew hot as Antonio breathed deep.

"Your musk is tantalizing..." The gargoyle said as he leaned closer and pulled the thong strap further to the side. "You smell delectable, Marius."

"Th-thank you," the bull replied with a chuckle and he felt a cold nose bump right up against his hole. The gargoyle's scent began to radiate around Marius in waves while the strong scent of sweat and natural male invaded Antonio's nostrils, reminding him of a gymnasium, which was appropriate to Marius' broad, toned figure. He had the back of a wrestler, wide shoulders for swinging a weapon with ease, an ass built for running, and thighs that Antonio could get lost in for hours. His body was sculpted to a physique fit for the strongest warriors. It may not have had the charm of a lean swimmer or a flexible contortionist but it was built just right for Marius' line of work.

The bovine leaned forward on the table, pushing his rear back into Antonio's snout. The gargoyle rumbled deep in his chest with approval before dragging his long tongue up one of the bull's toned ass cheeks. A loud, breathy moan erupted from Marius's lungs and he clamped a hand over his own mouth, embarrassed by his whorish reaction.

"Ah, eager are we?" Antonio asked, swirling his tongue in a slow circle through the bull's fur as Marius quivered and groaned into his own palm.

Marius shook his head. The fog was starting to come back and his nerves felt suffused with heat, a steady burn that threatened to turn from embers into a raging wildfire of desire within him. Marius spread his legs further and lifted his tail as Antonio gripped his right muscular asscheek and licked across it. The forked tongue moved across taut muscle and Marius groaned out as saliva matted his fur.

"Is this still part of the r-research?" Marius asked breathlessly with a raised tone to his voice as the tongue moved lower towards his taint. Antonio gave a toothy grin and reached forward to cup Marius's balls in his open hand, rolling them gently.

"Mmmm, yes. We'll call it applied studies."

Marius was starting to find it hard to think rationally as Antonio licked across his balls through the pouch of the thong and managed to take one of them into his muzzle. The fabric clung tight to the bull's scrotum, but Marius could feel every sensation against his sack as if there was no cloth between testicles and tongue. Antonio expertly slathered the orbs with saliva and the bull's legs nearly buckled as he leaned against the table. There was a small, pathetic moo that Marius had to stifle with his arm as Antonio huffed through his nose against the bovine's taint. Each round, full orb was taken into the gargoyle's mouth and given a lavish bath of saliva. The thong was persistent in making sure Marius was covered by the material; Antonio would have scribbled down a note about that, but the bull was a magnificent distraction.

Bovine musk was taking over each and every thought the gargoyle had. Antonio growled as his tongue tasted tangy sweat. Marius' musk hadn't had such an overwhelming aroma before, but now it seemed to be getting into the deepest reaches of his subconscious. Antonio's thong tented obscenely as he explored the muscular bull's body, and his left hand reached down to play with his own bulge.

Marius' breath hitched with each lick, and whenever Antonio took his clothed balls into his muzzle, the bull groaned aloud. The mixture of pressure, heat, and wetness felt wonderful on full balls, and all the edging from the crystal plug was making it hard for him to think of anything else but humping back into Antonio's warm and wet muzzle to cum. Antonio's tongue had lathered him up in enough saliva that the material squeaked softly whenever it moved, and whatever objections that Marius might have had to the treatment was lost in pants and breathless moans as Antonio's tongue slowly and painstakingly worked its way up along his taint and towards his hole.

Bracing himself, Marius gripped the table and dug his fingers into the wood as the gargoyle's nimble tongue worked. Marius knew what was coming next. His mind conjured lewd fantasies about how that forked tongue would feel inside. His thoughts were a swarm of heat and lust. It reminded him of how he felt with Perch. The slime that came from Perch was warm, wet, and alive and the gargoyle's tongue that worked across his body had a similar feeling.

The fingers that were on either side of his hole spread it wide and it clenched at Antonio. What the gargoyle could not see was the underwear working across Marius' shaft. The fabric moved like a hand, starting from the bull's base and squeezing around the flesh before making one long motion upward. The movement was so subtle that the lustful bull did not notice it either, but to an observer, the thong could be seen accentuating the bull's bulge and squeezing around it. More pre dripped into and through the pouch, dribbling down onto the floor.

"Mmm, so delicate," Antonio purred and he rolled his tongue out of his muzzle. Several drops of saliva rolled off and dripped down onto Marius' hole. When they made contact, the bull shivered and the sensation made him jump. Marius was starting to lose himself to the pleasure of it all. He rolled his hips back and up.

"Please..."

Antonio's ears perked up at the word. "What was that?"

Marius growled. The bull knew Antonio had heard. The gargoyle was enjoying his position over him. "Please, I can't take this. I can't..."

Antonio chuckled as he brought his hand up to swat Marius' left asscheek. The muscle wobbled with the slap, and Marius yelped. Antonio chuckled, spreading the winking hole and letting a dribble of saliva roll off the base of his tongue and drip down onto it. The gargoyle's spit sat on Marius' hole for just a moment before Antonio pushed a thick thumb right in. Whatever magic was affecting Marius allowed the bull to relax to his fullest potential, and the thumb, slickened with saliva, slipped right in. The bull gave a loud moo of lust as the appendage sank into his tight, warm depths, and Antonio lowered himself to his knees so that he was face to face with Marius' muscular ass.

"Mmmm, you are so wonderful to play with..."

"Ahhh....AHH!" Marius gasped as Antonio pushed his thumb in deep. He kept it there for a moment, feeling Marius clench around it before he pulled it out and gripped the bull's thick asscheeks. Leaning in, Antonio breathed in Marius' musk.

"Gods, I cannot concentrate..." Antonio moaned out with a drunken slur to his words. He leaned forward to streak his tongue across the bull's hole. Antonio had never felt such a need come over him. The natural musk from the bull's sweat was calling him in deeper, and there was nothing else that could satisfy his hunger. Each lick across Marius' winking entrance sent a dopamine kick straight to his brain. The dirty, raunchiness of the act was hot enough, but the taboo was not the only thing driving him. He wanted more. Antonio needed more.

"Please keep going..." Marius whispered, pushing his ass back into Antonio's nimble tongue and lifting his tail up and out of the way. The thong was still vibrating around his cock, working him like an invisible hand. Every part of him was the underwear's plaything, and he was diving further and further into his lusts. Antonio's own mind was already lost in a hazy fog. The gargoyle gave into his carnal interests and plunged his tongue right past the ring of his lover and straight into the bull's guts. The tongue was long enough that it felt like a whole cock sliding up into him, and Antonio's tongue pressed into his prostate.

"Oh....oh god!" Marius moaned, his back arching and giving Antonio more purchase to push in.

His hole squeezed around the tongue, the earthy but clean muscle squeezing around Antonio as if threatening to push him out. The gargoyle pistoned his tongue in and out of the bull and lubricated the entrance with plenty of saliva. Spit dribbled down his mouth and fangs, matting the fur around Marius' balls and getting them soaked. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, but the foreplay between them was an appetizer. The filthiness of such an act was not even talked about between the two. They were too busy lost in the curse to even care about how they appeared.

The two gave in to their carnal urges, Antonio eating Marius out until the bull was a shaky, wet mess. His fur was matted with gargoyle spit, and the musk that he had on his body was gone and replaced with more of a clean, wet smell. Their masculine sex still radiated throughout the library, and among the dusty tomes and thick spines of the most ancient texts was the smell of sweat and man. Antonio made his way up towards the bull's hole, plunging his tongue in and out of the tight entrance again until Marius' legs shook. At some point though, a different thought crossed the gargoyle's mind. He wanted to fully feel the bull around him.

Antonio gripped Marius's ass as he stood on shaky legs. The gargoyle's free hand tugged his black thong down until his throbbing length sprang free, splattering a strand of precum against the bull's quaking thighs. Marius moaned softly, his rational mind long lost to lust as Antonio's pulsing cock slid upward along the crack of his ass until the dripping tip touched the underside of his tail.

"Mmariusss..." Antonio growled as he struggled to form coherent thoughts. The last vestiges of his mind were screaming at him, trying to get him to resist, to realize that the curse hadn't been dispelled. The gargoyle licked his lips, his long tongue dragging up Marius's back as he thrust his cock against the bull's quivering asshole. Marius's masculine scent invaded Antonio's mind, shoving logic and reason aside as he rolled his hips back and thrust his needy shaft against the whimpering bull's toned butt cheeks once more.

Marius panted hot and heavy through his nose and clenched teeth as his gargoyle lover's muscular torso pressed against his back, and Antonio's cock between his cheeks sent waves of pleasure up his spine. The golden fabric around his cock continued to milk him. He was aware of it now- slow, squeezing ripples along his excruciatingly hard length- but he could do nothing to stop it even if he had wanted to. Right now, he just wanted Antonio's thick shaft buried deep inside of him. He pushed his ass back into the gargoyle's grinding thrusts as Antonio's burly arms wrapped around him and played with his nipples. Marius groaned a low moo from deep in his chest as he squirmed under the attention of both the gargoyle and the cursed thong. The curse had been forgotten completely, and both were at the mercy of the thong's magic. It increased every sensation tenfold and made Marius's knees weak even as he eagerly pushed back into Antonio.

The gargoyle pulled back out of sync with Marius for a moment and the girthy tip of his cock caught on the bull's stretched, wet hole, making both of them moan in bliss as it pushed the thong strap out of the way and effortlessly slid inside. Antonio's heavy nuts pressed up tight to Marius's own, and the golden fabric along the bull's ass crack began to vibrate against the base of the gargoyle's shaft lodged inside the bull's tender asshole.

A throaty moan escaped Antonio's lungs and Marius joined his voice to the sexual cry. The gargoyle squeezed him tightly, and tugged his cock halfway free before slamming it back in up to the hilt. Marius's breath hitched and he shuddered as the familiar itch of orgasm began to build in the pit of his groin.

The pre that had dribbled into Marius' hole allowed Antonio's cock to lubricate the bull's insides further, so the gargoyle was already starting to speed up his pace. Antonio's hips began to crash into Marius, his pendulous balls whacking against the bull's own. The thong kept milking both of them, vibrating against the gargoyle's cock while stroking across Marius' member. The musk that wafted through the library would have told anyone who walked in what was going on but neither of them cared. Their minds were a fog of lust and muscle. Antonio's thrusts were becoming frantic, his balls twitching as they slapped against the back of the thong pouch, and Marius could only dig his nails into the table and take it.

Antonio could barely form words, merely panting hot breaths of air as his cock was squeezed. "Maah uurrrrhh... yoouuu..." The gargoyle gave up trying to speak and clamped his jaws tight around Marius's shoulder as his shaft throbbed and his eyes rolled up in the bliss of impending climax. His thrusts were swift and unyielding, never allowing more than an inch of his cock to be outside of the bull's quivering anus, but despite the speed and power of his thrusts, Antonio remained wound tight like a spring on the edge of orgasm. He whimpered through his nose in need, drool seeping from the edges of his mouth and matting the bull's shoulder fur as the gargoyle tried desperately to get off.

Gripping the table harder, Marius pushed back into the savage pounding, just as desperate to cum as Antonio was. He let out a gasping moo as the thong tightened around his length as if it was a second skin. The strap along his crack wrapped around Antonio's girth and pulled the gargoyle firmly into the hot hole to the hilt just as their pleasure finally peaked and Antonio's strong embrace gripped the bull soldier tightly to his chest.

They erupted together, Antonio's thick cum shooting deep and pooling hotly within Marius's belly. The bull let out a sultry moan at the feeling of being filled as his own shaft fired rope after rope through the skin-tight golden fabric of the underwear and onto the stone floor under the table. Antonio clutched the bull tighter as the thong continued milking them, the vibration and sensual rippling on their sensitive shafts forcing more and more cum from their twitching balls. Both wore expressions of ultimate pleasure. Gasping, huffing, drooling, they shuddered against each other, too lost in the curse to notice the thong beginning to extend new straps around Antonio's sack and hips.

As the gargoyle began to shallowly thrust once more even before the last few spurts of his climax oozed into Marius, the bull's rational mind broke through the haze of lust. Was this going to be his life now? A slave to anal pleasure and a willing slut to any male that would have him? Spreading the thong's curse to each man that was unable to resist his gorgeous asshole? That didn't seem so bad... Marius barely heard a voice as the lusty haze once again overcame him and he shoved his rump back against the eager gargoyle cock to beg for more of the creature's potent cum.

"Gratia emundamini!"

And in an instant, the haze was gone. Marius fell forward onto the wooden table, exhaustion returning swiftly to his muscles. Antonio gasped through his nose and released his jaws from the bull's shoulder, tugging himself off of his tired companion. There was a wet "schlorp" as his cock popped out of Marius' hole and a large dribble of cum rolled over his balls and onto the floor. Reality started to set in for Marius and the bull took a long, full breath.

"Gods, Marius! I'm so sorry!" Antonio whimpered as he tenderly touched the shallow tooth marks in his friend's fur.

"F-fuck..." the bull said, panting. There was a part of Marius that wished that Antonio hadn't pulled out. "I was really enjoying that..."

"Be thankful you two didn't enjoy it for much longer," Davidon said from the edge of the bookshelves. "The curse nearly claimed both of your minds." The zebra huffed as he marched forward and roughly tugged the thong down Marius's legs.

"My apologies, Master Davidon," Antonio said, as Marius stepped out of the cum-soaked underwear and let the zebra take it.

"Yours too, Antonio," Davidon said, holding out his hand to the ashamed gargoyle.

Antonio looked confused for a moment before he looked down at himself and realized he was wearing an identical golden thong to the one Davidon had just removed from Marius. The fabric clutched his package just as tightly as it had the bulls, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination while it rippled pleasantly around his sensitive shaft. Apparently the cursed underwear had replicated itself during their climax.

"Um... it looks rather fetching, does it not?" The gargoyle asked. "Are you certain I can't keep it?"

Davidon glared at his librarian. "Once I make sure there are no residual divine curses on the thing then I MIGHT deign to have it returned to you."

Antonio nodded as he reluctantly pulled the clingy fabric from his body and handed it over. "Very well. Thank you for coming to our rescue, sir."

"While seeing you both in such a state of heavy lust was very enticing, you must be more careful in the future," Davidon said. "Marius, you will be on satyr duty next week while I... educate Antonio on some other curse removal methods."

The gargoyle gulped and hung his head. Marius found the expression quite cute despite Antonio's shame. He turned around, cum leaking from his hole and dripping down his legs. He gave Antonio a soft kiss on the cheek. "Perhaps next time we see each other, you can give me a proper gargoyle fuck without the magic interferance."

Antonio blushed and nodded. "I'd love to, Sir Marius. Don't forget this before you leave," he said, gently pushing the crystal plug against the bull's asshole until it was lodged firmly back inside. As the crystal popped in, Marius' ears flipped low submissively.

Marius huffed as the gargoyle's lips pressed against his and Antonio's long tongue explored his mouth. Davidon adjusted himself as his cock grew stiff from watching his two naked assistants make-out. After several moments of the passionate kiss, he loudly cleared his throat and the two separated, crimson flushing their cheeks.

"Ah, perhaps next time we'll stick with more benign artifacts," Antonio offered as he gently rubbed Marius's back above the bull's swaying tail.

"Sounds good to me," Marius replied. "Davidon hired me to help out in whatever way I can after all."

"I certainly did," the zebra wizard said with a snort. "Speaking of which, Marius, I am in need of your oral talents in my personal study."

"Y-yes, sir!" Marius said, hurrying to the zebra's side.

"Um... may I assist as well?" Antonio asked sheepishly.

"Very well. Consider it repayment for being so irresponsible with my artifacts," Davidon said, his long robe swishing through the air and across the stones of the library floor as he turned on his heel and sauntered from the room with the naked bull and gargoyle following eagerly behind. Their cocks were already stiffening once more, and drooling at the prospect of tasting their stallion master's thick shaft.

The End... for now.