The Warlock of Chronal Castle
A daring adventurer undertakes a quest to free a struggling village from a deviant sorcerer, suffering from unexpected changes to her body along the way...
The Warlock of Chronal Castle
By Danath
Sasha is © Maloo.
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Cover image commissioned by Maloo, drawn by Deonwolf (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/deonwolf).
Chapter 1
"There's only one goal: reach the finish alive and rich."
-- Thomas Q. Fitzpatrick, a.k.a. the Hero of Dogwood Run, Memoirs of a Life Well Spent Vol. 1
Sasha strode through the bustling streets of the small village, ignoring the excited yammer of the crowd of children who decided she would be the day's entertainment. They ogled at her huge broadsword, currently safely slung across her broad backside, the crossbow hanging from a loop on her waist clinking against the metal over her legs, and the pair of silver-hilted daggers on either side of her hips. The handles pointed at the steel breastplate strapped around her chest. A leather bodice underneath protected her dark black fur from the biting edge of the armor, which was attached along her sides with leather strips to the back plate.
Sasha looked more unusual than most travelers. Despite being obviously a lioness, her fur was jet black, save for around her muzzle and eyes, the underside of her jaw and neck, and presumably down her chest and belly. The tuft of her tail was white, as was her long hair, currently hanging down her backside in a single thick braid that stopped just short of her hips in a tuft much like that on the end of her tail. Leather cords and rough-hewn stone beads ran throughout the white locks. The barbarous tokens lent her a savage appearance, especially when considering her formidable weapons.
The lioness looked ahead, a bemused smile on her face, as she looked for the sign of the local inn. Her leather sandals kicked up clouds of dust as she strode ahead through the path naturally cleared for her by the wary townsfolk - except for the gaggle of children running just ahead of her.
Outside the inn, the lion turned and growled at the children, making a face. She lifted her paws to the sides of her blunt muzzle and roared. They scattered, shrieking and laughing. Grinning, she stepped into the tavern. It wasn't much different from the dozens of other taverns she'd stayed at - wooden floors and roof, the smell of beer and stew in the air, and a small cooking fire in the fireplace. It was later summer, still not cold enough to warrant anything larger than necessary to simmer a kettle.
Sasha approached the tavern maid, currently mopping the floors. It was too early in the evening for much business, so the lioness was the only patron.
"Room for the night," she said, her voice a surprisingly deep tenor.
The tavern maid nodded. The vixen wore shabby but well-made clothes, designed for work, not for looks. She looked a little disconcerted at the size of the lioness - Sasha was over seven feet tall and muscular, especially for a female of her species.
"It's half a sovereign. Hot bath and two meals included. Ale costs extra," the tavern maid said, professionalism overcoming her fear of the warrior.
Sasha reached for a small leather pouch tucked safely away from pickpockets in her breastplate and handed the vixen a full sovereign.
"Extra is for my drinks tonight," she said, flashing a huge, toothy grin that sent the fox running behind the counter more quickly than she might otherwise have moved.
"Upstairs, first room on the right!" the vixen called out from behind the counter. "Door should be open."
Sasha swaggered off upstairs, still smiling. She knew she posed a fearsome sight and that it wasn't right to tease the townsfolk unused to such military displays, but the warrior lioness was bored after a few weeks of solitary travel. A little fun wouldn't hurt.
The bath was hot, as promised, and supper was a bland but filling mixture of stew. Sasha ate downstairs, dressed now in loose brown pants and a white poet's shirt with most of the top strings undone - necessary, in her case, due to the size of her bosom, and not out of any sense of fashion. She sunk into a couch in front of the fire and called for ale, which was duly delivered by the vixen from earlier who, perhaps in an attempt to impress their foreign guest, now wore a more form-fitting dress that draped over her hips and legs, leaving her bushy white-tipped tail to flick from beneath the hem. She served up the tankards on a regular basis, keeping Sasha supremely content in front of the fire as the night wore on.
Small villages like this one rarely had visitors. This one, especially, had suffered a poor reputation since a warlock took over a previously abandoned nearby castle, known locally as Chronal Castle. This information, and more, was related to Sasha as she drank by regular visitors to the tavern. It was crowded and busy that night, though Sasha wasn't sure she was the cause, or simply the villagers had nowhere else to go after dark. Nevertheless, she enjoyed hearing the village's stories and even told a few of her own - her escapades defeating a rogue unicorn who, in disobeying his herd master, had nearly thrust two kingdoms into war over a female wolf; and the time she outdrank a water dragon and won a hoard of gold.
Deep into the night she talked and listened, until most of the people reluctantly left, off to their homes and beds and dreams of massive armies, desperate mountain climbs, and spectacularly arrayed royalty. Soon, Sasha was left to herself, alone in front of the fire, with the last tankard of ale half-full in front of her.
But she wasn't totally alone. A decrepit old husky with brown fur making up the traditional markings of the breed tottered towards the fire and slumped into the chair nearest Sasha. She could only see part of his face and neck under his heavy woolen robes, dyed dark as night.
"So... yer an advencherah, eh?" he said, voice cracking with age. "None of these simple people will have troubled you, but we have need of someone like you. A dangerous quest, but one for which we can reward you with great riches."
Sasha's eyebrow lifted. The lioness was used to being approached for errand jobs during her travels; normally she declined, but this one was so old, she felt the need to humor him.
Also, gold.
"Go on."
"The warlock they told you of earlier... he is not so benign," he explained. "He plots and schemes from his home in Chronal Castle and steals our people. He experiments on them, turning them into frightening beasts. Sometimes he sets them loose on us. They are either so crazed or so changed they do not recognize us and commit the most tremendously twisted crimes. It's a curse he's laid upon our land and we have desperate need to be rid of him."
As he spoke, the fire dimmed to smoldering coals. The shadows drew in close around the lioness as she leaned forward, finding herself enraptured with the ancient husky's words.
"But you... you are different. You are from a far-away land. Maybe his magic would not work on you. Or perhaps you are simply too mighty a warrior for him to defeat. If you can, we can reward you with all our village has to offer, at least five hundred sovereigns."
Sasha sat up at that. Most rewards she was offered were in the range of ten to maybe fifty sovereigns. That was nearly three years of wages being offered now.
Still, the lioness hadn't survived this long by being gullible.
"How do I know you actually have 500 sovereigns?" she asked.
"We've all been saving, scrimping, stockpiling. The merchants don't come by often now, but we sell them what we can and cart our goods to far cities to get them to market. It's taken two years for all of us to accumulate this bounty."
"And all I have to do is kill this warlock?"
The husky shrugged and slumped back into his chair, tired from the stress of prolonged speech.
"Kill... evict... reason with him to simply leave us alone. It doesn't matter, as long as we don't have to deal with him and our neighbors no longer shun this place because of his influence."
The lioness smiled. "I may just be your female, then. What do I need to know about him? What kind of magics does he use?"
"We don't know, despite our efforts to learn more. Any snooping is severely punished when discovered and no other traveler has seen fit to help us. We know there are fearsome creatures in his halls, guarding and protecting him."
"Mortal creatures I can handle," the lioness said, a note of belligerence in her voice. "It's the dark arts I don't appreciate surprising me in some dark hallway."
The husky shrugged as well as his brittle frame could. "I know nothing else useful. But there is one other matter."
"There always is."
"The warlock kidnapped the daughter of our village's leader a fortnight previous. Nobody told you because we were warned of the worst consequences should a rescue be attempted."
"And you want me to rescue her as well as defeat the warlock?"
"Yes. Should you return without her, we will only pay you half the reward."
"You have proof she's still alive?"
"No."
The lioness paused and drank from her ale. She felt warm, sleepy, content, and not at all like thinking more about monsters and warlocks.
"What does she look like?" she asked, setting her mug down.
"The fairest otter, lithe and young, though well into womanhood. She was known as the jewel of the village and has remarkable tan and brown fur. You will know her when you see her - few can fail to admire her beauty."
Sasha nodded once and rose.
"Very well. I accept. I'll leave for the castle tomorrow, provided you give me the directions now."
The husky cackled. "I knew our savior would come soon! I knew it! Here... I will show you on this map how to get to the castle, which is only a few hours from here..."
After double-checking the directions, Sasha bid the ancient husky good night and retreated to her bed, where she fell into a deep slumber. Her confidence prevented her mind from dwelling on the husky's warnings too much. As long as she was prepared for anything, nothing could surprise her.
The next morning, word spread quickly that the lioness was to attempt a rescue. Townsfolk kept their distance and, though Sasha was at first annoyed, she realized they were merely afraid the warlock's spies would report they were attempting to assist her. They were simply scared, and she understood their fear.
Striding out of the town, swords and daggers at the ready, armor gleaming in the bright sun, Sasha strode down the single path leading to the castle, finding the countryside easy passage. Fields, a few streams, and the occasional outlying farmhouse accompanied her. As she got nearer to the castle, the well-tended fields deteriorated into brambly messes. What farmhouses remained were crumbling wrecks, unsuitable for habitation. Still, the lioness had little trouble marching towards her destination, and by mid-day Castle Chronal was in sight.
It wasn't a particularly impressive castle, by any means. Sasha had seen far better in her time. But it was large and solid looking, with a huge drawbridge and a healthy moat. Despite the crumbling appearance of several of the parapets, the dark gray stones were well-cemented and sealed against the elements. Black smoke rose from several chimneys and flues around the walls. There were no guards that she could see as she approached the edge of the moat.
Lacking a bridge, Sasha walked around the castle, looking for a way to cross without having to swim the turgid black water. She'd seen movement once or twice, ripples of motion, and though the lioness understood some castles bred fish in their moats, she wasn't going to risk a pit of sea monsters, either. Instead, she located a tall, broad oak tree resting near the edge of the moat. A beam jutted out over the dank water, which would allow her to jump from there to the opposite bank.
Sharp claws made climbing easy, despite the weight of her armor and weapons, and the strong feline quickly ascended to the branch. She leaned back against the trunk and kicked off her sandals, using her toe-claws to secure her balance. The lioness took a breath and ran, feeling the tree shake and bend with her weight. The branch narrowed dramatically as she traveled down it and, just before it would be too thin to support her weight, she launched herself off, towards the castle.
As she flew over the water, arms outstretched, movement in the water caught her eye. She landed in a roll and leapt to her feet, broadsword swinging off her backside with practiced ease. Holding it in front of her, Sasha faced the burbling muck, ready to fight. Nothing surfaced, so after several minutes the lioness turned towards the castle. With the moat complete, it was time to breach the stone defenses.
Recalling a crumbling wall near the base of one of the towers in the northeastern corner, Sasha jogged through the waist-high weeds, ponytail swinging behind her, sword in one hand, ready to be used. The breach in the wall was wide enough to allow her easy access to the interior and she leapt through, landing in a cloud of dust in a dark, seemingly deserted hallway. Sasha was not, however, one to assume, and kept her sword at the ready as she gingerly stepped forward, testing for hidden traps in the stonework. The walls were bare bricks, gray and moldy; shriveled cobwebs hung overhead by the thousands.
Sasha reached for a pouch on her belt and withdrew a small piece of paper. She held it to her muzzle and blew on it gently. The charm spell burst into flames, forming a perfect sphere of rippling white electricity, providing plenty of light as it bobbed along a few feet above and in front of her.
The hallway was too long to see to the very end and curled around to the left. Often castles like this would put the hallways on the outside edges of the walls in case of a breach when attacked. There was nothing a queen liked less than a catapult-flung stone crashing into her bedroom, after all. Better to let the hallways be destroyed than the interior rooms.
Sasha took a few more steps, ears upright and eyes wide, listening and watching for the slightest movement. She wasn't jumpy, though. The lioness was cool and calm, ready for anything the warlock would throw at her. She was under no illusions that her presence was unnoticed. Better to assume she was being tracked than to be surprised by the enemy.
A large oak door with gleaming gold hinges rested in its place on the wall to her left. The dust in front of the door was solid, showing no signs of recent movement, and her sensitive nose could pick up no hints of scents. Still, Sasha felt something was strange as she placed her ear to the door, trying to listen for any sounds coming from inside.
Instead, the door flung itself open and the lioness drew back sharply, assuming a broad fighting stance, sword in front of her. The bauble of energy above her rose to illuminate more of the hallway. Bright white light streamed out of the doorway, blinding the lioness momentarily.
"Oh, look, girls! Our savior has arrived!"
Chapter 2
"Good for the bones! Good for the brain! Good for all and ends your pain!"
-- Popular market cry of milk merchants as heard on market day at Ten-Coin Lane, City of Marson, by Maybells the Hawker, The Maybells Manner for Mercantile Success
Sasha's eyes opened in astonishment. Three massive black and white bovines stood beyond the doorway. Each nude female was bigger than the last. Huge hips, fat bellies, and breasts three times as large as Sasha's head accompanied each heifer. Additionally, a massive pair of udders swung from their lower bellies, four fat teats dripping milk. Each looked slightly different, though all had large black splotches across their otherwise white bodies. Each was shorter than Sasha by a good amount, but thicker and broader in general than the lioness's own muscular-yet-lean figure.
Sasha processed all this very quickly. Cows like these were non-sentient creatures, but obviously the warlock had gifted them with intelligence, hands, and the ability to walk on two legs. The lioness kept her sword in front of her, legs tensed, as the cows crowded towards the door, generating the single most impressive display of cleavage the lioness had ever witnessed.
"Oh, please! You've got to help us!" one cried.
"He's kept us here for days!"
"And nobody's come to milk us!"
Sasha glanced down at their udders. They were, indeed, quite full and heavy looking. The lioness narrowed her gaze, suspecting some kind of trick.
"Who are you?" she demanded, moving the point of her sword to point straight at them. They quickly retreated; one in the back let out a mournful moo.
"We used to live in the village," one said.
"But the warlock kidnapped us and made us into his personal dairy farm!"
"I'm here to rescue the village foreman's daughter," Sasha said. "Do you know where she is?"
"Yes, but first, you must help us!"
"Yes, you must!"
"Yes!"
Sasha kept the sword tip carefully pointed at the three females as milk dripped from their bulging udders onto the stone floor beneath them. Behind the Holsteins, Sasha could see bales of hay and large stacks of metal pails... and a single three-legged wooden stool.
"Where is the warlock? Does he know I'm here?"
"We don't know!"
"We can't even think right now!"
"But he probably does! He likes to... play games..."
Sasha considered this. The cows seemed harmless, but she couldn't be too sure.
"Why don't you escape?" she asked, lowering her sword slightly.
"We can't!"
"How can we go home looking like this?"
"And the warlock put a spell on us."
"We can't milk each other or ourselves."
"And he warned us that if we leave the castle, we couldn't be milked at all!"
"So we're stuck here, but it's not so bad usually."
"He lets us read-"
"-and play games-"
"-and usually keeps us very content."
Sasha's sword dropped lower.
"So... you're just stuck here, then? All by yourselves?"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes! Well, except for Barry."
"Who's Barry?"
The cows glanced at each other and giggled. Sasha had never seen a cow blush before.
"He's so handsome..."
"...and strong..."
"...and he milks us whenever we need it!"
"But he's been missing for days."
"And we can hardly move."
"But now you're here! Won't you help us?"
Sasha considered. They would have information she needed, but they weren't willing to talk until their needs were met. Was this a trap set by the warlock, or were these poor girls simply his victims? They'd obviously lost some of their faculties, but were still reasonably intelligent and probably spoke the truth.
The lioness sniffed the air and got nothing but milk. Already the puddle beneath the three cows was growing, spreading into the hallway, almost to her bare feet. She missed her sandals and regretted not keeping them when leaping from the tree earlier. Sasha looked at the three hopeful faces and sighed as six giant, wet, brown eyes blinked at her pleadingly.
"Very well. I'll assist you, if you tell me where the otter from the village is being held, and anything else you know about the warlock."
The three cows cheered and retreated into the room, beckoning the lioness in. Sasha stepped forward gingerly, but the milk was surprisingly warm around her toes. She slipped the sword into its sheath on her back, but kept one paw on the pommel of one of her knives.
One of the cows shut the door behind Sasha and then leaned into her from behind, urging her forward. The lioness grimaced as she felt milk run down her leather pants and into the fur on her lower calves.
"Here! Sit here!"
"Yes, sit here!"
"And we'll stand like this!"
Sasha took a seat on the wooden stool. The cow's apartment was well-furnished, it turned out. Bales of fresh hay stood in one corner. In another, rows of simple hay mattresses lay on the floor. Bookshelves and games were spread across another wall, stocked with hundreds of volumes. A fountain on the wall provided fresh water and a curtained-off area functioned as a bathroom, the lioness surmised. There was another door beyond the mattresses, similar to the one she'd entered through.
The three Holsteins gathered around her, each jostling with the other to go first. When they started arguing, wasting more time the lioness wasn't sure she had, she settled the issue by grabbing teats of the nearest udder and pulling.
The spray of milk was shockingly strong. It blasted Sasha's chest plate and ricocheted off, soaking her from the chin down. The cow on her left mooed loudly, a languid smile on her face. She squeezed her ripe breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples, trying to milk them as well despite the warlock's hindrance.
Sasha grit her teeth and kept her paws moving, trying to keep the flow aimed into a bucket another cow set down in front of her. Before the pail was half full, however, the third cow grabbed her by the head and pulled her muzzle down onto one of her teats. The surprised lioness swallowed automatically as the cows pressed in closer, trapping her between their huge udders, thick bellies, and massive breasts. The lioness's muzzle overflowed with milk as she tried to breathe through her nose. Her paws, slick and slippery with the cow's warm cream, grabbed for more teats as she tried to work them faster. Sasha was a realist. There was no way out of this situation now, and she had to have that information, so she may as well get it over with through any means possible. And, as it turned out, the milk was very tasty, and Sasha was a feline...
She felt hands grope at her body, squeezing at her arms and legs through her armor. Milk ran down the inside of her chest plate, soaking into her thick black fur. She swallowed again and again, drinking far too much milk, but still the cows kept at it.
One teat was traded for another and another. Sasha's fingers worked two at once as another shoved into her muzzle. The constant moos of pleasure set her ears back due to the sheer volume. And still more milk poured out of the seemingly bottomless udders.
Sasha felt something pinch her fur and shifted her position. The edge of her breast plate had started to cut into her side. A few moments later, it did so again. Her leather pants stretched more tightly than usual over her legs as well. She tried to pull away, to stop the cows for a moment. She was afraid the sorcerer's magic would turn her into one of them! But no, she realized soon after, she remained fully feline.
But she was getting plumper. Her breasts squeezed against her armor, growing tighter by the moment. She loosened the straps holding the plates to her front and back and gasped in relief as the pressure dropped. Cream sprayed over her face, blinding her, soaking her head and neck completely. She could occasionally hear the scrape of full pails being dragged away and the tink of new ones taking their place, but still the cows kept at her, nearly humping her hands with their udders. They kept her muzzle busy as well, force feeding her milk.
Sasha couldn't tell how long it lasted, but by the time they each pulled away, she was exhausted. Her stomach was full of warm milk, making her drowsy, and white fluid dripped from every hair of fur on her body - her rapidly expanded body.
Glancing down, she guessed she'd grown at least a cup size, maybe two, and her thighs were noticeably thicker. Her belly protruded from under her armor and she moaned as it gurgled.
"Wow, you did great!"
"Yes, you did very well!"
"You're already half done!"
Sasha's ears went back and her eyes wide as one of the Holsteins leaned down and inserted a fat, juicy pink nipple into her mouth. The others grabbed a paw each and moved them to their nipples. The lioness gurgled as a fresh spray of warm cream erupted over her hands and inside her muzzle. She closed her eyes and suckled as hard as she could, both paws groping and massaging each nipple, letting the cows choose where her hands and muzzle went. She soon found herself on her knees, tonguing a massive nipple as three pairs of udders squeezed against her sides and chest. Her leather pants grew even tighter and she groaned as a heat raced through her loins. Her rump filled out spectacularly - she could tell when one of the cows grabbed her cheeks that they were softer and fuller than before.
Again, the lioness lost track of time as she milked the three females, until only one remained standing, eagerly grinding her chest into the feline's muzzle. Eventually, however, she too pulled back, one last spray of milk spurting onto Sasha's tongue. The addictive milk tasted too good not to swallow and Sasha moaned regretfully as her armor tightened up further. Her breasts pushed out to the sides, wrapping around the leather straps holding the front and back metal plates together.
The three cows mooed together in unison and collapsed onto their makeshift beds, flopping down with great bangs, arms outstretched.
"Wow... I haven't been milked like that in a long time!"
"She's as good as Barry!"
"Hey... listen... do you hear Barry coming now?"
The three cows lifted their heads in unison and looked towards the door through which Sasha had entered. Sasha, still wiping milk from her eyes, struggled to stand. The lioness looked down at herself and shuddered - she had to have put on at least fifty pounds, maybe more, and it was primarily in her chest and rump. She reached for her sword with dripping wet paws and found the pommel too slick to grab as the door banged open.
"Hello, la- Hey, who's this?"
Sasha gaped at the huge bull standing in the doorway. About eight feet tall, he had to turn himself sideways to get in, not only because of the breadth of his massive shoulders, but the size of his pure white horns. The otherwise completely black-furred male stared at the lioness, towering over her. A thick golden ring pierced his nostrils and he snorted at her. Heavy black hooves pawed the ground.
Sasha's gaze lowered. His ridiculously broad chest narrowed into pair of hips almost too small for him, but his legs were quite thick and powerful. What most caught the lioness's attention, however, was the absolutely massive shaft swinging from his crotch. A pair of heavy black balls hung even lower, almost to his knees. The cock was at least as thick as her arm.
"She helped us, Barry!"
"Yes, since you weren't here..."
"...and we just had to get milked by someone!"
Barry snorted again, nose hovering inches from the frozen lioness's face.
"Only I milk the girls!" he bellowed.
The three cows got to their hooves and rushed over, pressing themselves to the bull's hard belly and powerful thighs.
"Oh, don't be mad, Barry!"
"She was good, but not nearly as good as you!"
"Besides, now that you're here and we're all milked, we can... you know..."
The three cows giggled and one reached for the bull's maleness. It rose at her touch, filling out magnificently against her white and black fingers. The dark red shaft trembled angrily. It looked just as angry as Barry himself, who reached out and grabbed Sasha by the shoulder.
"No, girls... no fun for you three. Instead, I'm going to show this cat how a real male milks his girls!"
Sasha muzzle opened to protest and her paws went to her knives, but the bull grabbed her wrists and pulled them up over her head. The three cows giggled and laughed as he held her there, his huge maleness throbbing just in front of her wide eyes.
One of the Holsteins grabbed the tip and pushed it down, aiming it at Sasha's muzzle. The lioness trembled as it swept across her tongue. The fire burning in her loins surged in strength and she moaned around the huge shaft as it ground to the back of her throat. It tasted hot and musky; already she could taste salty pre pumping over her tongue. Huge paws gripped the back of her head and pulled her forward. Sasha grabbed at his thighs, struggling with the size of the meaty shaft pumping between her full lips. The heat in her loins increased further as she heard his huffing and panting. The blowjob didn't last long, though, and soon the bull pulled his slick, dripping cock free of the lioness's smeared muzzle.
The three females grabbed her and held her on her back as the bull knelt between her spread legs, ripping off her leather pants. He snorted appreciatively when he saw Sasha's engorged, fat pussy lips. The lioness was shocked to feel how good they felt and wriggled, moaning in pleasure as several thick fingers stroked up the insides of her thighs.
"So, you think you know about milking, huh?" the bull growled, eyes narrowing. Two fingers pushed into Sasha's body and the feline yowled with pleasure, every nerve firing. "I'll milk you just like I milk them and show you how it's really done!"
The three cows held Sasha down as the bull's fingers worked her over. She cried out and gasped, wriggling and moaning as she came, unable to hold back in the slightest. The milk in her belly sloshed back and forth, still plumping her up.
Fingers grabbed at her armor, undoing the straps and pulling it off. The lioness moaned as her heavy breasts flopped out, finally free and unencumbered. She hadn't realized just how constrictive her armor had been. The bull's free hand went to her breast, roughly grabbing and squeezing it. The lioness arched her body as she came around his fingers again, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure swept through her once more.
The fingers withdrew, but a moment later Sasha felt powerful hands grip her thighs and spread her wide. Bodies crowded around her as the cows helped the bull line up. Sasha felt the fat head teasing her wet lips and shuddered as thick pre-cum dripped down across her bud. The slightest movement made her squirm and it seemed like hours before the bull pushed forward. At first, she though he couldn't fit. He was so big! But the head kept pushing, spreading, filling, until the massive stalk sunk into her. The bull grunted; the cows mooed; Sasha bellowed. And came. And came.
Barry leaned down, lips spreading to surround one of her huge, fleshy tits. His lips squeezed it as his fingers twisted her other nipple. At the same time, he pumped his hips, driving himself deeper into her full body. The Holsteins groped at her and Barry each, encouraging them on, squeezing and stroking where they could. Sasha had never felt anything the size of this and couldn't stop the uncontrollable onslaught of orgasms from wracking her mind and body. Her breasts, newly engorged, felt as though they were on fire.
And that's when she felt it: milk. The bull huffed loudly as he pursed his lips and suckled at her full breast, drawing out a stream of white feline cream. He swallowed and lifted his head.
"Not as good as my girls' milk" was all he said before dipping his head down again. Sasha cried out as his fat shaft plunged her pussy, stretching her inner walls, grinding her G-spot over and over. Her legs wrapped around his hips and her claws sunk into his shoulders as he humped her faster, harder. His mouth never stopped - he was obviously an expert at this sort of thing - and before she knew it, Sasha was lactating from both nipples a steady stream of thick, pure kitty cream. The Holsteins crowded in for tastes and promptly set about comparing the flavor with their own products as Barry filled her with his shaft over and over, pleasuring her as she'd never been before.
Even the bull, however, had his limits. He suddenly put both palms flat to the floor to either side of Sasha and lifted his shoulders, driving his hips down and forward as he went. Sasha's eyes widened as she felt every single inch of his shaft enter her body - she was sure if she put a hand on her belly, she'd feel the head thrusting inside her.
The bull's bellow nearly deafened her, but the flood of hot bovine semen that followed sent her over the moon. Several more orgasms shivered through her as she clutched at the beastly bull, unable to even move as he emptied himself.
Barry was not one for foreplay or, it seemed, for cuddling. As soon as he was confident he'd pumped every last drop into the limp feline, he pulled out. His impressively thick shaft hung down over his thighs, half-hard and spongy, dripping feline juices and bovine spunk. He stood and gathered up the three cows around him, arms lazily slung over their shoulders as they crowded in, cooing and awing at his prowess.
"Now that's how you milk a girl," he said, snorting and stamping a hoof.
"But Barry, she was just trying to help!"
"Yes, we asked her to!"
"We didn't know when you'd be back!"
The bull lifted an eyebrow. "That so? Maybe I was a bit too quick to judge, in that case."
Sasha lifted her head off the floor, a weak, exhausted, sublime smile on her face as bull spooge leaked out of her gaping pussy.
"No problem..."
The next thing Sasha knew, she was waking up from a deep slumber to the sound of dragons fighting. Two massive pairs of breasts hugged her from either side and udders trapped her hips.
"Wha... where am I?" she asked, blinking.
"You're still with us, silly!"
"You fell asleep after Barry milked you!"
"And he fell asleep after he milked us!"
Sasha pushed herself up to look around. Barry the bull was, in fact, laying on his back, arms outspread, snoring loudly - the would-be dragons the lioness believed she'd heard.
"We cleaned you up and altered your clothes!"
"I used to be a seamstress!"
"And our hooves were good at improving your armor!"
Sasha got to her feet, still a bit unsteady. A pleasant, well-used feeling lingered in her aching loins and, she realized, she was still quite a bit larger than before. She hefted her breasts in her paws, gauging them. .They felt and looked much larger, from a hefty pair of small squash to big pumpkins. Her next thought: how would it affect her sword swing?
The cows helped her into her enlarged armor. The leather pants hugged her ass like a glove, giving it a gorgeous round shape she'd sometimes envied on other women. After she was dressed, they told her what they knew of the warlock and the otter.
"She'll be near his tower..."
"...which is at the center of the castle..."
"...which you can get to by going through that door and taking a left!"
Sasha looked at the three busty milkmaids skeptically. "That's it? No traps, no dangers, no monsters patrolling the halls?"
The three cows giggled loudly, but shushed themselves when Barry, still asleep, snorted and rolled over. His huge cock thwacked the mattress with a thump as he did.
"Nope! No traps or monsters."
"But you better watch out for the warlock."
"He won't be happy when he finds you here."
"But we're happy you are!"
"You're good at milking."
"And Barry said you had the fourth best pussy he's ever fucked!"
Sasha stared at the three girls, muzzle open a bit. Simple? Yes. Innocent? Sure. Inconceivably stupid? Not necessarily. Sasha could think of worse ways to spend her days than eating, reading, playing games, and getting fucked by the biggest stud on the ranch.
Still. She had a mission and 500 gold sovereigns to claim. After getting a few more details on the castle's layout, she bid the girls - and the slumbering Barry - goodbye.
"Do you think she'll make it?"
"Maybe, but she'll be different, I bet!"
"I wonder who she'll run into next..."
Chapter 3
"Males don't think well when they're stiff. The harder they get, the stupider they become. Isn't that right, dear?"
-- Countess Maria del Rio Profundo, when asked how she went from the wife of a traveling merchant to the ruler of Castle Sunch, Port of Gales Province, Empire of Kalach, and wife of King Lawrence del Rio Profundo
Sasha licked her lips as she closed the door to the cows' apartment behind her. She felt different, for sure. A gentle heat radiated from her loins and her entire body felt... jiggly. She ran her paws over her breast plate, wondering how, exactly, the cows managed to reshape the metal to accommodate her amplified figure. The metal didn't fully cover her chest as it did before, when it nearly reached her neck; instead, it acted more like a corset, revealing part of her leather jerkin underneath. It did, unfortunately, leave the tops of her breasts exposed and, considering how tightly packed they were, plenty of cleavage. Not ideal, but she could use her reward from this quest to get new armor anyways. Something nice, maybe from a reputable blacksmith in Torragle Town. They made good armor there.
The lioness was distracted from her thoughts of new armor as her rump bounced up and down with each step. Her breasts ached, especially her nipples, and she shivered from the memories of the bull's hungry lips drawing out her milk, making her feel so good, so warm and hot, so...
Sasha blinked, clearing visions of muscular and studly overhung bulls from her mind's eye, refocusing on the task at hand. She'd got some valuable information from the heifers and she intended to finish this quest without further mishap.
Drawing her broadsword from its scabbard, she examined this new hallway as the door behind her closed. It wasn't much of a hallway - just a short corridor, no more than ten feet long, with three doors. The ceiling was clean, free of cobwebs, and a small lamp blazed in its sconce on the wall. None of the three doors were marked, but Sasha remembered the cows told her to go left. For a brief moment, she considered that they were tricking her, but no... they were too innocent. She trusted them. Maybe it was the shared experience she had, consumed with lust and milk, but she felt they wouldn't steer her wrong intentionally.
Sasha reached out and grasped the handle of the door to her left, ignoring the one in front of her and the one to her right. It opened easily and, sword in hand, she cautiously stepped through.
This room was incredibly clean and white. Spotless, without a hint of dust or dirt anywhere. Sasha quickly took stock, taking note of the squishy floor, the bland paintings on the wall, and the listless flowers in a vase on a small table near the center of the room.
Seated at the table were three scrawny, non-threatening males, a trio of wolves. Sasha edged forward, sword at the ready, though combined the three wolves couldn't have weighed more than she did and none came close to matching her height. She took a step forward and one of the wolves flopped across the table, arms hanging down over the edge. His tongue lolled out, as limp as the rest of him.
"Who are you?" Sasha asked, tensed and ready. She used her claws for purchase on the soft, yielding floor as it gave beneath her paws. It felt smooth and giving, but had almost no bounce to it, and the texture was unlike anything she'd seen or felt before.
"Ehhhhh..."
What was it with the warlock and threes? Sasha wondered. She edged closer, but none of the wolves moved, except to progress into further listlessness. One was nearly falling out of his chair by the time Sasha was within arm's reach.
"I'm looking for the daughter of the village chief," the lioness said. "Can you tell me where I can find her?"
As one, the three wolves sighed. It was one of the most depressing sounds Sasha had ever heard.
"Go away," said the wolf on the far side of the table. "We don't feel like talking."
"Yeah," said the one on the right. "Leave us alone."
"Ehhhhh..."
Sasha sheathed her sword. These three posed no threat. Even their eyes hardly moved to watch her as she stepped around them and towards the door on the other side of the room - the only exit. Sasha grabbed the handle, expecting it to open for her, but instead the golden knob stretched away from the door and drooped downwards in the middle, as if it were melting. When the lioness let go, it gradually resumed its former shape. When she tried to push on it, her paws sunk in up to her elbows. Growling, Sasha tried to rip at the door with her claws, but the strips she yanked out merely stretched as the handle had done.
Pulling her claws in, she cast a dirty look at the wolves as she passed them, heading for the door through which she originally entered. Though it had felt solid minutes earlier, it now acted as the other, limp and yielding, but not willing to open.
The lioness growled and stalked the room, testing the walls and even the table. All behaved the same way: limp, pliable, yielding, soft. Out of curiosity, the lioness grabbed one wolf by the shoulder, half expecting him to melt like everything else. Instead, she felt actual fur. She pulled him until he was sitting upright and leaned over, getting her muzzle right in front of his.
"Listen up. I got 500 sovereigns waiting for me and I need some answers," she said through gritted teeth. The wolf stared at her, eyes rolling slightly, completely passive. "How do I get out of here?"
"Why bother?" he said. "S'just boring there..."
Another wolf's lips moved, just barely, as he spoke.
"Go 'way."
"Ehhhhh..."
Sasha turned her gaze back to the wolf in her grasp. His eyes, she realized, were on her chest. Her revealing new armor showed off plenty of cleavage and the wolf was not immune to the view. He even licked his lips and his eyes took on a bit of spark.
"Oh, come on!" Sasha exclaimed, letting the wolf drop to the table. As soon as her chest was out of view, he went limp again, losing all rigidity. "You can't be serious! This warlock must be the horniest bastard on the whole continent!"
She didn't know who she was shouting at - probably the warlock, were he able to hear her. She went around the room again, fighting off a feeling of listlessness invading her own body, and tried the doors again, tried clawing at the walls, tried throwing the potted plant to the floor, where it landed with a soft thud, not even bouncing or breaking.
"All right, if that's what it takes..."
Sasha went up to the wolves at the table again and leaned forward, making sure she squeezed her elbows together for maximum effect. The heavy weights of her newly-grown orbs made her stumble forward a little, pressing more firmly into the table so that they flattened dramatically, showing off plenty of thick white fur running down between them, surrounded on all sides by a sea of lush black pelt. All three of the wolves reacted this time, eyes going wide. The one in the middle even sat up to get a better look.
"You like that, boys? How about this?"
Sasha turned around and stuck out her hips, showing off her svelte, plump, juicy new rump. Her tail teased across a few muzzles as she wiggled back and forth. Somehow, she didn't mind showing off. It felt good to know she could make even the most uninterested of males take a second look.
"Give it a squeeze," she purred, going into full sex kitten mode. "I don't bite... hard..."
It was a cheesy line and she knew it, but it seemed to work. The black-furred lioness smiled as all three wolves reached out as one and gripped her cheeks, squeezing her plump rump.
"This is new..."
"Very new..."
"Ehhh?"
Sasha turned around again and leaned on the table. To her surprise, it didn't give as much as before. So that's how she could get out... get the males stiff and everything else would as well. Sasha rolled her eyes. Whoever this warlock was, he had a strange sense of humor.
"All right, boys... how's this?"
The lioness unfastened her breast plate and let it fall to the floor. Her leathers cupped her breasts even better than the metal had. Each massive fuzzy orb spilled out over the edges of the jerkin, which barely, only just, managed to cover her fat nipples, the bumps of which were clearly visible.
This had the desired effect. The wolves sat up straight now, eyes wide, muzzle wide.
"Now, I may be inclined to show you three a bit more... if you answer my questions."
"You can't leave," one said.
"Too soft in here," said another.
"Ehhhhh..."
"We used to live in the village," said the first.
"We're brothers," said the second.
The third's gaze was locked on her breasts and his tongue flopped out of his muzzle, wiping over his lips and nose. "Eh heh heh..."
"The warlock decided we were too strong," said one.
"So he put us in here."
"Ehh heh heh heh heh..."
Sasha slapped away the third wolf's paw as it reached for her chest.
"How long have you been in here?"
"Ages."
"Forever."
"Ehh..."
"And you can help me get out?"
"We can't leave... how could you?"
"If you can figure out how to get out, tell us!"
"Ehh!"
"We've tried everything."
"But nothing worked, so we gave up."
"Ehhhhhh..."
The three wolves slumped towards the table, losing their posture. Sasha quickly unlaced the top string of her jerkin, letting a bit more of her breasts spill out. All three jerked upright, as though shot with electricity, and stared at her, muzzles wide.
The table under her paw firmed up noticeably when the wolves did and Sasha grinned through gritted teeth as her back began to ache from holding the bent-over posture.
"I may have just the thing to get us out of here, boys..."
The plump lioness stood up straight and undid another lace, leaving only three crisscrosses to contain her prodigious chest. She turned, wiggled her rump, and cast a wanton glance over her shoulder. She nearly stumbled, unused as she was to the increased weight of her swinging chest, but managed to recover nicely and spread her stance wider to accommodate.
"Mmm... you know... I knew a wolf once," she purred. "Big, strapping male... showed me a really good time. Met him at a tavern in Lockston Abbey."
The lioness jiggled her rump before turning around, revealing yet another lace undone. The pink of her nipples poked over the top of the leather just a tiny bit. The wolves drooled.
"He knew how to treat a lady right," Sasha continued, her voice dropping to a near whisper as she let her hand slid down over her belly. As she let her fingers slide over her crotch, she purred deeply. "I really miss having that big ol' hunk around..."
The wolves glanced at each other. They seemed more active now, not so tired and bored. They even looked larger, as though their bodies were filling out. Sasha grinned - it was working! A little more teasing and she'd be able to escape.
"You boys want to show me a good time, too?" she said, purring as naughty as she could. Sasha was a big girl, unused to playing the wanton wench, but it was fun, she realized, to have an audience appreciate your looks.
One of the wolves stood slowly, testing his wobbly knees. He grinned and licked his lips, paws reaching out for her. She took a step back and turned away, tail tip teasingly flitting back and forth as she danced away.
"Oh, my! Three handsome males and me, all by lonesome, with a top nearly ready to burst!"
Sasha's ears flicked as she turned back and bounced, letting her massive breasts jiggle as best they could. One of her nipples popped out and she oohed and covered it teasingly with her paw.
"Whoops!"
That was enough for the other two, who struggled to their feet and moved towards her. She even heard them growling and she quickly backed away, moving towards the door subtly. They wobbled and hobbled towards her as she turned and grasped the handle. It didn't melt in her paw and she pulled it open quickly.
But a large brown paw reached past her and pushed it shut. Sasha turned and stared at the three wolves as they surrounded her. Had they gotten... bigger? Yes... they were definitely bigger. They didn't look like scrawny 90-pound weaklings anymore. They'd filled out. Each had a broad chest, thick arms, and growing legs. They were also, she realized, filling out in other places... three large, dark red cocks fell from three growing sheaths.
Sasha's smile wavered. "Now, boys, the door's open, so let's just get out of here, yeah?"
"But you're so sexy," said the one on her left.
"And we haven't seen a girl in ages," said the one on the right.
"Eh heh heh!"
The middle one reached out and grabbed at her chest, pulling her leathers down. Sasha groaned despite herself as her massive breasts spilled out into their paws. Three muzzles pressed into her neck and chest and the lioness felt a flush in her nethers as paws reached around to grasp at her full rump. Despite herself, she found herself enjoying this more than she ought to, and within a few minutes the wolves had stripped her down.
They grew the entire time as well. Soon they were nearly as tall as she was. She pressed her paws against their arms and bellies, impressed at the musculature developing along their figures. Their erections bobbed in front of them. They weren't as big as Barry's, but still quite formidable. Sasha shuddered as one of the wolves slipped behind her and pressed his hips against her rump, sliding his cock between her cheeks. She could even feel his knot forming in his sheath. The other two suckled on her sensitive nipples and groped at her thighs and belly. The lioness moaned and leaned backwards, head tipping back as the three wolves molested her.
Before she knew it, Sasha was on all fours. One wolf lay beneath her, happily licking and sucking on her fat, juicy nipples. Another knelt behind, paws kneading her rump, spreading her cheeks to reveal her thick, puffy lips. The last stood in front, cock pointed squarely at her muzzle.
"You're making us feel real nice," said the wolf beneath her.
"And strong, too!" said the one behind.
"Heh heh heh..."
Sasha shuddered as a thick lupine cock pushed against her thick lips. She opened her muzzle partway, letting the fat shaft slide in as she squeezed it between her lips and tongue. The wolf moaned and reached down to tease and scratch her ears. The one behind her pulled her back, until she was nearly sitting on the one below her. As he teased his thick tip against her tail hole, the wolf beneath used a paw to slide his maleness against her aching pussy. Sasha moaned as she realized she was about to be the victim of a very thorough canine pounding... and she was shocked that she wanted it more than she could have thought.
"Mmmfff... ahhh... now, boys... be gentle!" she gasped, managing to pull off the thick dick in front of her for a moment.
Powerful paws grabbed her and she moaned as she felt their bodies grow even bigger and stronger. Her pussy and tail hole clenched as two identical tips pushed forward, gradually spreading her open. She moaned around the cock in her muzzle and gagged as the wolf in front chose that moment to shove forward deeper and harder than before, filling her mouth and throat. She could taste his sheath and inhaled through her nose when she could, though her nostrils pulled in nothing but the growing scent of their combined musk.
The wolves under and behind her pushed forward, grinding their way in even as she felt their throbbing erections flex and fill out. Her rump squeezed tightly as the wolf kneeling behind her pushed in harder, taking her up to the hilt. Sasha groaned around the cock in her muzzle, eyes closed as the wolf beneath her did the same to her aching pussy. That was all it took for the fuck fest to begin. The three males humped her eagerly, hungrily; their paws groped at her breasts and belly, claws digging into her thick pelt.
Her lips mashed against the front wolf's crotch as he crammed himself down her throat, letting her esophagus massage his rock-hard rod. Sasha gurgled and moaned as the molestation continued, even pushing back as the two wolves penetrating her ground in harder, faster, deeper. One of them grabbed her long, braided hair and yanked, making her growl ferociously around the shaft plunging her muzzle. Soon, she could feel their hard knots filling out and she moaned anew as the bulbous shapes popped in and out of her aching body.
It wasn't long till the first orgasm trilled through her loins. She clenched her lips and swallowed, tensing up as pleasure surged up her chest. Her heart beat so fast and loud, she was sure all three lupines could hear it as they pounded on her. Their growth seemed to abate, however, and though they weren't anywhere near Barry's size, all three were perfectly built hunks of masculinity. Sasha ground back against them eagerly, unable to stop herself as her wet pussy and clenching tail hole flexed around those two huge shafts. Her lips pulled back and forth on the male in front and, every now and then, she'd pull off him so she could use a paw to pull back his sheath and tongue his growing knot. He seemed to like that and Sasha didn't mind the feeling of the warm length across her face, covering one of her eyes as the tip spurt into her white braids.
"Oh, this is so much different," the one behind her gasped.
"She feels so good!" the one beneath her moaned.
"Ehhhhhh hhhheeeee!"
Sasha closed her eyes as the wolf in front of her pulled out, grabbed his cock, and sprayed a thick load of spooge across her muzzle. He howled with pleasure as his jerking, throbbing shaft left five or six thick lines along her face. The lioness groaned and buried her muzzle in his balls, letting the last of it shoot into her long, braided hair.
The two wolves inside her still quickly finished. She could feel their throbbing stalks empty inside her and she shuddered, climaxing anew. As they pulled out, she grinned. It was fun, if a bit short, and now she'd be able to... to...
Instead of letting her stand up, the three wolves rolled her over onto her backside. The one in front moved, sliding down to her crotch. The other two knelt near her head, both dripping, cum soaked shafts bouncing against her nose and lips. As a long red tongue invaded her aching pussy, the other two leaned together, pushing their twins against her lips.
Sasha's hips wriggled and her tits bounced as she felt the squirming tongue slather its way inside her. Taking advantage of her open muzzle, the other two wolves shoved forward, taking turns thrusting against her tongue. Their paws groped at her breasts, squeezing and tickling her plush chest and hard, thick nipples. Sasha closed her eyes as the onslaught continued; at one point, both males had their cocks in her muzzle. She could hardly feel her jaw as the blowjob continued, but she didn't care - they tasted amazing and their powerful bodies ground against her eagerly.
One of the wolves straddled her chest, laying his hard cock between her huge breasts. The other went down to join the one between her legs. She felt them pull her legs akimbo and push forward. The shock of feeling both thick tips grind against her pussy at once made her body go rigid. When they shoved in, she howled with pleasure. Her pussy stretched to accommodate the two huge, flexing, throbbing cocks as they fought for space in her tight body. She climaxed, and again, even before the wolf straddling her cock his thick, long red cock deep into her cleavage. His paws squeezed her breasts hard, shoving them together around his cock, and he humped the valley happily, moaning and howling as he went, oblivious to the two behind him. The wolf's cock was long enough to push all the way through her breasts and she sucked on the tip when she could, unable to stop herself at this point.
"We... should do... this... more often," one wolf gasped.
"Oooh, yes... as much... as we... can!" said another.
"Ehhhhhh heh heh he-eh-eh-ehhhh!"
Sasha shuddered as she felt one thick shaft flood her pussy, then the other. The wolf on top let out a howl as he came as well, joining the other two. Ropes of cum splattered over her chin, neck, and breasts as she grabbed for the huge rod and stroked it, tongue out, letting the seed shoot directly onto her rough tongue.
Each of the wolves had cum twice now, but their knots were still growing, Sasha realized. The ache in her loins refreshed itself as they pulled out, leaving her stretched pussy empty. She moaned and resisted the urge to finger herself until they filled her again.
The three brown wolves stood above her in a circle, groping their cocks and stroking them, pulling their sheaths down to show off their growing knots. Sasha wriggled below, thighs clamping together as heat thrilled her. She massaged her breasts and opened her muzzle, moaning her need.
This wasn't how it was supposed to work, she thought. She was the one teasing them! But she couldn't stop now, not even if she wanted to.
"One more round," said one wolf.
"Let's all knot her!" said the second.
"Ehhhhhh!"
Sasha gasped as they grabbed her and shoved her ankles back, curling her hips until they were almost over her head. Her huge breasts nearly smothered her as they positioned her for optimum penetration. Before she could even gasp, two had plunged into her pussy. Her legs went between theirs, so that they faced away from each other, rumps touching, hips thrusting downwards, hugging her legs to their muscular chests.
The third pushed forward from the back, grinding into her well-abused tail hole. Sasha cried out, a bit muffled, and shook as the three pumped in unison. Her pussy had never, ever been filled like this and she couldn't stop the orgasms. Her clenching, gasping tail hole sucked on the third wolf's cock as the huge knot began to hammer at her ring.
"Uuuuuhhhhnnnnn... too... too big!" she gasped, arms clutching at the floor, which was, she noted in the back of her mind, as hard as rock right now.
"One..."
"Two..."
"Ehhh!"
Sasha had been with wolves and other canines before. She'd enjoyed being tied every now and then. But those experiences had not prepared her in the slightest for the sheer power of these three big, buff, masculine wolves triple-tying her at once. The single biggest orgasm of her life ripped through her, exploding out her chest in a penetrating yowl as her pussy clutched at those two knots, grinding them against each other. The one in her rump came almost immediately, followed closely by the other two. Their knots grew even bigger, locking them in for the foreseeable future. Sasha writhed as the three wiggled and moved, torturing her with burning pleasure. She clawed at the ground, leaving scratches in the floor, as the seventh, eight, and ninth loads of cum were pumped into her, before being locked inside by three knots, each bigger than her fist.
Despite the pleasure wracking her body, Sasha felt something change inside her. Her belly tensed and flexed. A quick check with her paw and she knew something was physically changing her. Her abdominal muscles popped out against her fur perfectly, getting deeper and deeper ridges. Her biceps flexed, thickening rapidly until they were as big as her head. Her legs twitched, flexing in the grasp of the wolves, who found they had to struggle to contain the growing lioness.
Sasha growled and moaned, body trembling as they leaned into her, unable to pull out yet. They watched with interest as she changed, though her breasts and rump remained as plush and squeezable as before.
"Hey, she's getting pretty buff!" said one.
"Yeah, she'll be even hotter once we've finished with her!"
"Heh heh heh..."
"Just tell me... how long... till you go soft?" Sasha asked, groaning as their wiggling, moving hips caused their flexing cocks to shift and roll inside her.
"We're not really sure," said one.
"It used to take about fifteen minutes," said another.
"Ehhhhh?"
"Yeah, I think it'll be longer now," one gasped.
"And... a few... more... ohhh!" the second one said as he spontaneously came, depositing another huge load into the feline.
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" moaned the third, joining the other two.
The next two hours were a blur in Sasha's memory, a wash of pleasure and spooge and stretching. By the time the wolves finished and managed to pop themselves free, the lioness was nearly comatose. Her aching body flopped to the ground, as limp as the wolves were hard. They stood around her, flexing their arms and legs and smiling as they tested out their bodies.
"I haven't felt this good since... well, ever!"
"Think we should escape?"
"Ehh!"
"But let's help her first."
"Yeah, it's the least we can do."
"Eh eh!"
Sasha wasn't sure how much time passed by the time she came out of her groggy stupor, but she found her armor and clothing nearby, stacked neatly. They'd cleaned her up as best she could, though patches of her fur were still sticky with dried cum. She stood slowly, wincing as her rump and pussy clenched around nothing at all. She'd never be tight again, she thought to herself.
Her clothes fit poorly now - they barely squeezed over her arms and legs. Her hard belly pressed against the breastplate and her backside rippled with muscle. Sasha flexed her arms and reached back, drawing her broadsword more easily than she ever had before. It felt so light in her paw, she could swing it in all directions with ease, something she hadn't been able to do without both paws before. Maybe this quest would leave her a better adventurer after all, she thought, checking out her huge breasts and hard stomach. It certainly wasn't hurting her looks any...
The doors to the room were both open. Sasha twisted her ears and listened carefully. She thought, for a brief moment, that she could hear enormous bellowing moos of pleasure coming from down the hallway... but it was probably just a trick of the echoes in the old, strange castle, she decided.
Fully clad once more, sword drawn, Sasha stepped purposefully through the door and into the tiny hallway beyond. The door swung shut behind her and the lioness pondered the two doors presented to her - one straight ahead and one on her right. She was confused as to the layout of the castle and assumed this was another test or trick of the warlock's, since this hallway was identical to the last, minus one door. Still, if they were anything like the last two, could she really refuse to go forward now? Her loins burned as she wondered what kind of trouble she'd get into next...
Chapter 4
"Rabbits are not just sexual creatures. We study great works, we create great art, we laugh, we live life to its fullest. Indefatigable sex drives are just a perk."
-- Hortense Sparnost, Hare Today, Gone Tomorrow: A Revealing History of Famous Rabbits Throughout History Vol. 4
Sasha picked the door on the right, figuring one was as good as another at this point. The huge lioness drew her lips back and gripped her sword, though she doubted this would be a challenge where she would need it. Nevertheless, she felt obligated to enter the room carrying it. Her elbows inadvertently squeezed her enlarged breasts together more tightly and she grunted.
This room was pink. Very, very pink. Pink wooden floors, painted pink brick walls, and a rose-gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling gave the room an incredibly effeminate feeling. Sasha stepped forward carefully and didn't bother to turn around when the door swung closed behind her. There was another door on the other side of the room, same as the last, but what really caught her eye was the large, heart-shaped bed in the center. The bed was covered with a dark red velvet cover. White satin heart-shaped pillows were piled around it. And in the center of all that plushness lay two quite short, lithe, and fully naked female hares.
Sasha approached them cautiously. When they spotted her, they both leapt up with excitement. Sasha clutched her sword tighter and stopped moving.
Instead of approaching, however, the rabbits frowned, pouted, and flopped back on their bed.
"Oh, poo! She's a girl!" said the one on the right, a chocolate brown bunny with a heart-shaped patch of white over the tops of her breasts.
"Yeah... are we ever going to see a real male in here?" asked the other, a black-furred beauty with a similar white patch shaped like a heart on her chest.
They both sighed as Sasha approached and relaxed into the covers.
"Can you tell me how to find the otter damsel, the daughter of the village foreman?" Sasha asked.
"Why do you want to find her? Are you a male who has been horribly transfigured by the warlock?" the brown bunny asked, a note of plaintive hope in her voice.
"Uh... no, I'm female," the lioness said, sheathing her sword. These two did not have violence on their brains, it seemed.
"Well, then keep on going, missy," said the black bunny. "We're waiting for a real male."
"The warlock put us in here because he got bored with us," the other said. "He said we were too easy."
"Yeah! So now we're just bored all the time," the black bunny groused. "He didn't even leave us any toys!"
"Toys?" Sasha asked.
"You know... so we can keep ourselves entertained."
"Yeah! After he kidnapped us, he made us drink something and it makes us really horny all the time."
"And we haven't had a male around in soooo long..."
The black-furred bunny popped upright and jumped off the bed.
"Wait! I have just the thing!"
"You mean... the thing?" the brown bunny asked.
"Yeah!"
Both bunnies giggled as they ran over to the corner, where a small chest of drawers sat - pink, like everything else. They pulled something out and ran back towards Sasha, who held up her paws warningly.
"Don't try anything funny," she growled, one paw going for her dagger. The movement caused her oversized chest to jiggle despite the tightness of her breastplate.
The bunnies stopped a few feet away from the lioness. Each held a piece of paper up in front of their muzzles. Sasha recognized the charm spells immediately, but these were deep red with white scribbles, rather than the typical plain brown parchment the normal magic merchants used. Each piece of paper burst into flames, forming humming balls of pure magical energy, much as Sasha had done earlier with her light bauble.
These orbs, however, buzzed with power. Sasha knew enough about magic to recognize the powerful stuff. She held her sword in front of her as the two orbs spun around each other, feeding off their mutual energies, while at the same times moving quickly towards her. She slashed with her sword, but the blade passed harmlessly through one orb. A moment later and they struck her, knocking her back onto her rump. Her sword clattered away as the energy surged through her body, making her fur stand on end and her eyes go wide as unusual sensations passed from her chest, down her limbs, and centered in the pit of her belly.
"Now we'll be able to get some!" the black bunny said, giggling as she watched the stunned lioness.
"It'll just take a minute!" the other one chimed in, just as excited.
Sasha stared at them in horror. The last thing she'd expected was some kind of powerful magic from the innocent-seeming hares. Already she could feel something changing. Her loins blazed fiercely and she groaned aloud as she tried to stand and failed, instead falling to her knees and clutching at her thighs. The bunnies danced from foot to foot in front of her. Each was no more than four and a half feet tall, not counting their long ears, but were incredibly cute, with pert, full breasts and round, jiggly bottoms. Sasha found her eyes going to their breasts and nethers as the heat escalated inside her lower abdomen.
"Nnnnnn... what... what did you do?" the lioness gasped, hips lurching forward.
A thick bulge appeared in the front of her formerly smooth leather pants. The lioness shuddered and groaned again, humping her hips into the air as she felt something growing, pushing, thickening inside the tight leather. It felt surprisingly good, but at the same time, she knew something odd was going on.
"The warlock gave us them to use on ourselves as a last resort, if we got really, really desperate," the brown-furred bunny said, hopping on the bed to watch the lioness.
"But we thought it was kind of icky to have big, floppy male bits," the other hare said, joining the first on the bed. "So we used them both on you, instead!"
"You used... wait... I'm growing... cocks?" Sasha gasped. "But... I'm not... I'm a female, damn it!"
"Sure," said one bunny, "but now you're a female that can fuck us, which is more important, right?"
"Too right!" said the other.
Her paw closed around the bulges in her pants, which stretched out larger than ever. One thick tube pushed up and to the right, towards her side, while another pushed down in the opposite direction, squirming down the leg of her leathers. Between them, huge round orbs fleshed out, filling her pants so tightly they threatened to rip in the back, where her large rump was already filling them to capacity.
Sasha wasn't sure how to take this new development. Bigger breasts? Sure. More muscle? Awesome - it made carrying around those giant tits a lot easier.
But two huge, fat, throbbing, pumping, pulsing dicks and a pair of nuts as big as her head? She wasn't so sure about that - until the pleasure made her gasp and moan as she knelt in front of the watching bunnies, clutching at her growing assets, her black muzzle contorted in a snarl of lust. Even her thick pussy lips felt more sensitive - she could feel a thick drizzle of feminine honey running down the insides of her thighs. So she wasn't turning male... but she definitely wasn't fully female, not with these titans swinging from her hips.
"Yeah! There was one dose for each of us," said one bunny.
"But we gave you both because we don't want to take turns!"
Sasha lurched to her feet. Her nose twitched and her muzzle dropped open. She could smell the two females now. Their scent and heat hit her like a wave and she stumbled forward, groaning and growling. Lust flamed within her, tendrils reaching through every hair on her huge figure. Her breasts jiggled and wobbled as she struggled towards the two giggling girls on the bed.
A shock of pleasure surged through Sasha's body and she leaned backwards, hips thrust up into the air, arms spread to her sides, palms up, fingers wide. A roar rushed out of her muzzle and she flexed everything as the incredible pleasure continued to escalate through her enlarged, incredibly muscular body.
The leather pants nearly exploded off her hips as two massive black shafts surged forth. The ebony skin glistened, dark as night. They were held tight together by a singled huge sheath, which extended up her body almost to her bellybutton - the bottom of her breastplate cut into the top of the sheath, forcing the twin shafts to point nearly straight out. Sasha grabbed them in her paws and moaned at the pleasure she got from the simple touch. Her fingers couldn't quite wrap all the way around the two fat erections, each of which was around 18 inches or so, she guessed. Beneath them, she felt huge nuts hang over her thighs. A quick exploration with her paw found she had not just one set of balls, but two meaty, churning pairs trapped inside her sac.
"Uuuuunnnnggggggg..."
"I think she likes it!" the black-furred bunny said.
"Definitely! Look at the size of them!"
Sasha heard them speaking and opened her eyes, staring at them with the wild fury of a rutting male. The massive lioness crouched, then leaped forwards, huge cocks dripping seed as they flew through the air. She landed on top of the two girls, who shrieked with happiness as she pinned them down beneath her muscular body.
The two squirming bunnies managed to push the lust-filled lion onto her back and mounted her, black bunny in front, brown bunny behind. Each took a cock and hugged it to their bellies and chests, moaning as they felt them throb and spit into their fur. They faced each other and played with the two cocks between them. Sasha grabbed at them, unable to stop herself. The need, the absolute urge to bury herself in these two females overwhelmed her completely. She couldn't stop now, not if she wanted to - and she didn't. Their small paws caressed her twin cocks; the brown bunny's rump squeezed against her huge nuts, putting pressure on the swollen and growing dual-sac.
The black-furred bunny wriggled even more when Sasha grabbed her around the hips, lifted her up, and dragged her down over the tip of her massive cock. The brown bunny oohed as she watched, eyes wide, as the massive tip of the lioness's upper shaft sunk into the thin body. The hare on the receiving end squealed and shuddered, wriggling madly as she felt inch after inch penetrate her slim figure. Sasha bared her teeth, growling madly, as she watched the bunny's belly bulge with so much thick male meat.
She'd barely got the first one halfway down before she switched, reaching for the other. The brown bunny hung onto her partner as she was lifted into the air and brought down with great speed onto the lion's other cock. She screamed, if anything, even louder than the first, putting incredible passion into her furious moaning. The two rabbits hugged each other tightly as large black paws pushed them down, taking those twins even deeper.
Sasha couldn't believe how tight they were, how good they felt squeezing and clenching on her aching shafts. Thick pre-cum pumped into their bodies, dripped out their stretched pussies. Her huge ball sac, now almost as big as her own head, provided a steady stream of lubricant as she hauled them down.
The two rabbits hugged at each other, legs splaying as they felt over a foot and a half of the biggest cocks they'd ever seen slide all the way into them. They could hardly make any noise at all as they bounced, gasping and squeaking with the size of the things spearing them.
Sasha grunted and flexed her hips upwards, using the strength she'd gained from her time with the wolves to lift both girls high into the air. She hilted inside them easily, pumping as deep as she could into their tight little bodies. They couldn't get off her now even if they wanted. With the two rabbits so firmly speared, Sasha found it easy to roll over.
The rabbits muffled cries drifted into the lioness's round black ears as she pumped away steadily at the two females, pinning them beneath her. She could feel their arms and legs moving, kicking, as she ground her hips back and forth, using the weight of her body and the firmness of the mattress to keep them in place. She pulled her hips back, until she could feel just the huge, thick crowns of her twin cocks inside the hot, tight channels, before shoving in, hard and heavy, driving herself down until she felt her huge nuts swing and smack against one firm bunny rump or another.
The lioness wasn't sure how long she lasted. The two rabbits never stopped squeezing and clenching around her cocks. They were so hot, so wet, so tight... Sasha never felt anything like this before. The two squirming, fuzzy females grasped at her shoulders and breasts, cooing and moaning, begging for her to keep going, to not stop. Despite their please, Sasha felt her climax approaching.
The hugely muscular former female lioness increased her speed. The rapid "schluck shcluck schluck" of her meaty twins entering and withdrawing from the two females echoed in the room, until it was drowned out by her roar of lust. Both bunny maids squealed again as they felt the lioness cum. Their bodies bloated as she pounded them the whole way through and thick, hot white cum splattered back out of their wide-stretched pussy lips. Sasha came hard, both dicks jerking and throbbing, spraying jet after jet of feline seed into the two rabbits' growing bellies. She leaned into them, holding herself deep inside the two females as the last few spurts ejected themselves from her bloated urethras.
With a growl of pleasure, she pulled herself out, ignoring the rabbits' plaintive begging. She knelt on the bed, panting hard, tongue out, both huge cocks draping over the brown and black bodies in front of her. She stared at their spread legs, the mess she'd made of their gaping pussies, listened to the pleas for more, and smiled.
If this was what it was like having a dick, she didn't mind. She didn't mind one bit.
The lioness shifted up the bed, straddling the rabbits, trapping them between her thighs. Her huge balls rested on their chests as her fat cocks draped over their muzzles, still drizzling a steady stream of hot, sticky white cum. Using her paws, she guided the massive tips into their muzzles, watching with pleasure as their bulging cheeks struggled to get around her apple-sized heads. They couldn't help but bit at her skin with their large front teeth, but it merely tickled the powerful lioness.
Their small pink tongues felt amazing on her thick, smooth stalks. She groaned and leaned forward, trying to grind in deeper, but their muzzles simply weren't big enough. Not wanting to cause them damage, the lioness popped her cocks free. The rabbits immediately began licking, kissing, and sucking on the two shafts happily, using their paws to smear her cum around. Sasha grinned, watching with pleasure. She wasn't expecting anything like this, but she honestly couldn't say she minded. Not if these two titanic erections had this effect on every hot piece of tail she met...
Thinking of all she could do with her two new toys helped her get hard again very quickly. The lioness grunted and lifted herself from the two girls, who moaned and pouted as they tried to follow, paws outstretched.
"Don't worry, you'll be getting plenty more of these," Sasha said, smacking the brown one's rump with her paw.
The lioness stretched her arms over her head. Her breastplate felt snug and she removed it, tossing it aside. Her twins stood straight up in front of her, still surrounded by the scraps of her torn leather pants. She slid a paw down each, enjoying the way her paw pads teased her bulging urethras, then cupped her huge balls, moaning as she felt them throbbing and roiling, filling rapidly with more hot feline cum.
She looked at the two begging rabbits and smiled.
"Eenie... meenie... minie... moe..."
The black-furred rabbit gasped as Sasha picked her up in one paw and flipped her over. The lioness growled as she let her twins slide over the rabbit's rump and backside, while her paws pulled apart her plump, smooth cheeks.
The feline wasn't sure whether the rabbit was expecting both huge cocks, but judging from the squeals of pleasure that followed, Sasha didn't think she minded. The other rabbit attached herself to Sasha's side, playing with the lioness's huge breasts and hard nipples as she watched the lioness cram one cock up the brown-furred rabbit's ass and another up her already stretched pussy. Her shafts bent in the middle as she leaned forward, pressure growing and growing, until they breached her outer resistance and straightened out, driving deep inside.
The bunny let out a sound Sasha relished, somewhere between a gurgle and a plea. The feline bared her teeth, loving how tight a single body could feel around her incredible erections. She ground forward, driving both deeper, fucking the bunny in both holes with ease. Pulling back, she took her time pushing in again, teasing the bunny with each and every fat inch of both lion-stalks.
She didn't last all that long, not with the way the rabbit squeezed and clenched around her. She pulled out, spraying a few last loads over the rabbit's backside, before turning to the black-furred hare. This one she lifted into the air and leaned into the wall, using gravity to slide her down her twins. The bunny beat at her shoulders ineffectually, crying out in pleasure as those two huge stalks crawled into her guts, bloating her already full belly further.
Sasha managed to last quite a while like this. Her bulging calves flexed as she leaned into the wall, pinning the rabbit with her huge breasts as her swinging hips jammed upwards, taking her over and over. Thick cum and feminine juices dripped down to the floor, forming an enormous puddle. Sasha grunted, loving the feel of her massive, four-balled sac swinging freely between her spread thighs.
After finishing with the black-furred bunny, Sasha pulled out, watching as her cum dribbled out over the hare's pussy lips. She let the bunny flop down on the bed next to her cohort. The two moaned quietly, blissful expressions on their small, cute muzzles.
"Now," Sasha said, grunting as her twins flopped down over her legs, slowly pulling back together into her sheath, "how about some answers?"
"The warlock... keeps the otter... near his chamber..."
"Just... follow... the hallway through the next door..."
"But before you go..."
"Just... one more... time..."
The lioness paused. She wasn't sure whether she could spare more time - who knew what the warlock was doing to the otter maid while he held her captive. But the two rabbits were captives as well, right? So she could stop and help them for a while, right? After all, one prisoner was just as important as another, weren't they?
The festival of carnality continued for another few hours, until Sasha's aching cocks pulled firmly back into their tight, warm home, unwilling to come back out no matter how much the two rabbits begged and teased. The lioness fell into a deep slumber, one female on either side of her, cuddling up to the best lay they'd had in ages, they both agreed.
When Sasha woke, the bunnies were gone. In their place was a note, written in red on pink stationary.
"Dear Ms. Adventurer," it read. "We tried to wake you up for more fun, but you were too tired!" There was a crude frowny face drawn after this line. "But we met three really nice, hunky wolves and decided to go spend some time with them instead! Have fun finding whoever it was you're looking for!"
Sasha realized the bottom half of the letter was quite damp and, sniffing it, she realized it was soaked in lupine cum. The lioness grinned and rolled out of the bed. Her huge sheath swung side to side. A thin strip of fuzzy white black skin held the sheath straight up, attached to her lower abdomen, but its weight was so great that it pulled forward, hanging out away from her. Her huge balls rested on her thighs and, as she walked, they rose up and down with her steps quite pleasingly.
She flexed again, grunting as she felt the power of her increased size. There was nothing the warlock could throw at her that could stop her now, she was sure of it. Whether he intended it or not, he was really just making her a more formidable opponent.
The lioness found her armor and leathers in the corner on the small chest of drawers. A heart-shaped piece of paper was pinned to them and, when she picked them up, she realized they'd been repaired and enlarged. The front of the leather pants were bowl-shaped. They were still too small, but after a little effort, she managed to stuff herself inside. Her sheath twitched when her paws lingered too long, but she resisted the urge to play with her new endowments. Time enough for that later. Still, the gentle, pleasant sensations in her tight pants were nice enough that the lioness couldn't really say she regretted being gifted the oversized male bits.
She cast a glance at the room as she stepped through the door into the hallway, shuddering a little as her powerful thighs forced her massive balls up and down. She liked those rabbits. Her cocks ached just thinking about how tight and wriggly they were and she again resisted the urge to play with herself. The leather pants creaked ominously as they stretched around her suddenly throbbing, still-flaccid (for now) twins.
"Focus, girl," she said to herself, drawing her sword. There was just one door left in the hallway, the one directly in front of her. Holding the sword in one paw, she reached out and turned the handle.
Chapter 5
"Ah, the sea! I am wedded to the ocean, for she is my mistress and I am her husband. None shall come between us, though I shall never explore all her mysterious depths."
-- Jallon Hemkas, A Narrative of a Seafaring Life
This room was different by far than the other three. For one thing, there was no floor. Instead, a foot past the doorway, a creaky wooden dock squeaked under her large black feet, surrounded by a broad expanse of murky black water. She could see by the dim light cast off by torches blazing in wall sconces at irregular intervals along the walls to either side. The walls were around twenty feet apart, but there was no telling how deep the water went. She could see, however, the exit door opposite, at the end of a matching dock. It was a short swim, maybe forty feet or so, but Sasha was apprehensive about just diving in and taking her chances. Odds were there was something in that water.
The lioness took another step forward and grimaced when the door slammed closed behind her. She ran back to it and pulled on the handle, but it was stuck tight. No way but forward, then, she thought.
Still, she was a powerful swimmer and with a wry glance down at her massive new flotation devices, she was sure she could make it quickly. Her hair was, somehow, still holding its braid, so that wasn't a problem, either. Perhaps if she were quiet, with a minimum of splashing, she'd clear the pond without alerting whatever fish or sharks or whatever fiendish animals the warlock created discovering her presence.
When three massive, writhing tentacles emerged from the water a few feet from the dock, sending water crashing over her, she realized those hopes were futile. Holding her sword in front of her, she roared defiance at the monstrous arms and readied herself for the fight of her life.
The fight of her life turned out to be quite short. One tentacle smacked the sword from her paws. Another wrapped around her ankles, pulling her legs out from under her. The last caught her around her hips and lifted her into the air, pulling her over the center of the water.
Each arm was narrow at the tip, blunt and smooth, but thickened rapidly from there. Oily black skin squeezed against her legs and torso, though her arms remained free. Her claws were ineffectual against the beast's dark skin, which was coated with armor-like overlapping scales, almost like a dragon's. She struggled as the tentacles swung her around, roaring with rage. One tentacle cut off her exhortations and curses with a short stab down her gullet, filling her muzzle completely with smooth flesh.
The lioness's eyes went wide when a flood of familiar-tasting cream overflowed in her muzzle. She swallowed helplessly as a torrent of gooey, warm, cum-like ooze pumped into her stomach; more squirted back out her muzzle and through her nostrils. The helpless lioness wriggled madly as another tentacle rose from the water to secure one wrist; another soon joined in to grab her other.
The force-feeding continued. Sasha groaned as heat flamed up within her. Her leather pants grew tight, despite herself, and she felt her aching pussy rub against the leather pants until she nearly came from that stimulation alone. Her belly was full, but still more ooze pumped down her throat as the tip worked in and out rapidly, easily sliding past her lips and teeth. She grunted, shuddering as she was held in the air above the water. Warm goo ran down her chin and neck, over the white fur of her cleavage.
Something poked her rump and she gasped as another arm of the beast slipped between her leathers and her fur. The prehensile appendage rapidly squirmed its way into her aching pussy, triggering a massive climax in the lioness. Sasha gurgled around the tentacle in her muzzle as her pussy was quickly filled, stretched, and probed by the twisting, pumping tendril. It flooded her body with additional ooze - she could feel it running down her pant legs, soaking her fur and dripping down over her calves and ankles.
As all this happened, Sasha felt her body changing yet again. The ooze filled her like bricks. Her belly felt full and bloated and pushed out against her armor. Her breasts, arms, and legs all grew as well. She could feel her ass filling out, stretching her poor pants, already on the verge of tearing off thanks to her struggling erections, which couldn't grow any larger thanks to their fabric container. The lioness shuddered and moaned, wriggling frantically as she climaxed again. She flexed and gurgled, thick purple ooze streaming from muzzle and nostrils.
There was a sudden snap that echoed through the otherwise quiet air. Her breastplate flew off in front of her as her swollen breasts expanded, flopping over the top of her corset-like leather top. Her twin erections flexed mightily as they tore through the pants, shredding the seams. Her huge rump, bigger and rounder and fuller than ever before, popped out of the back as her calves ripped through the seams further down. Scraps of clothing fell away as she burst right out of her outfit, simply too thick and full and plain old huge to ever fit in them again, no matter how many friendly cows or rabbits tried to redesign them.
Additional tentacles swept up out of the water. Sasha lost count of how many as a pair circled her breasts, wrapping around them near her chest so that they were forced outwards. The lioness moaned around the tentacle still pumping into her muzzle as the tips of the tentacles circled her nipples, teasing the rock hard teats.
Another tentacle joined the first in her aching, full pussy, stretching her nearly as much as the three wolves had done earlier. A third plunged into her tail hole, shocking her into a full body orgasm the likes of which she'd never felt before. Her huge erections sprayed arcs of white cum far enough to splatter against the wall; the rest fell into the water. More tentacles circled her erections and heavy nuts, pulling and squeezing and massaging them a hundred different ways at once. Two tentacles emerged different than the others. These had large, sucker-like openings on the flat tops. The lioness stared, eyes wide, body consumed with lust, as these latched onto her erections, slurping them down to the base. They pushed her sheath back flat and began to hum as they suckled, writhing and squeezing and tormenting her twin shafts.
Her belly bloated further as the tentacles teasing her nipples became more aggressive, pushing against the huge nubs. Sasha shook violently as they penetrated her breasts and pumped the purple ooze straight into her enormous breasts, which swelled immediately in size, each bloating to nearly the size of her rotund belly in a matter of moments.
Another sucker-tentacle devoured her tail as the writhing mass surrounded her completely, engulfing her from the tops of her round ears to the tips of her kicking, twitching feet, leaving not a single hair of her to open view. Tentacles plunged, dove, twisted, squirmed, and squeezed Sasha's body, flooding her with its ooze, until Sasha thought she would simply explode if she felt any more. Her cocks came continuously, a non-stop male orgasm as her huge nuts swelled larger and larger. She couldn't be sure, but they felt as big together as the two bunnies from the previous room. Her tail flexed inside its sucker-tentacle tube, fattening up and growing more powerful, more flexible, and more prehensile. Her pussy climaxed over and over, chaining one into another, until she couldn't tell where one started and another ended. She'd never been this stretched as the two arms inside her wrapped around each other as they explored her body, flicking at her clit and diving against her G-spot. Her pussy swelled, mound growing, until she could feel it rubbing against the insides of her thighs whenever she could flex her legs slightly closed around the giant, thrusting tentacle. It only enhanced her pleasure as the nerves flamed up, shooting sparks up her backside, until she could do little but grunt, moan, and growl like a wild beast.
Sasha couldn't remember much of what happened next. The pleasure continued, of course. Sasha had never been particularly religious, but at one point, she was sure she was having an out of body experience. She felt herself rising into the cosmos, mind blank, at peace with everything. She looked down, saw her purple-stained body turning over and over, her massive, bloated belly, her growing cocks, her distended breasts... she smiled, enjoying the sensations she could still faintly feel.
It lasted for no more than a few seconds or as long as a few hours. Sasha couldn't tell at the time and wouldn't know afterwards. But when she came crashing back down into the orgy of pleasure, she humped her hips, she bellowed, she gobbled the ooze as fast as she could, taking every bit of unrelenting pleasure she could, until one by one the tentacles dropped away, flopping into the water as though too exhausted to support themselves anymore.
The original three deposited Sasha on the dock near the door through which she needed to exit. She pulled at them with her paws, suckling on their tips, spreading her legs to push them back inside her ravaged pussy and ass. But they pulled back, limp and exhausted, leaving the lioness to bask in the afterglow, the stupor of a thousand nights of sex accomplished in just a few scant hours.
Something different rose from the water and Sasha turned her head to look, eyes half-closed. She couldn't even summon the energy to react when she saw the face of an attractive dragon of indeterminate gender push above the water.
"That was fun... thanks!" it said, though Sasha didn't so much as hear the words as feel them. A tentacle slipped over her head and caressed her ears before giving her chest a final squeeze. "Hope you find what you're looking for!"
The head disappeared back under the water, leaving the gasping, moaning feline alone on the dock. She fell into a deep slumber soon after as the purple ooze either drained from her muzzle, tail hole, and pussy, or enhanced her already prodigious features.
When she woke, Sasha felt incredible. There was no soreness. In fact, she felt better than she had in months. Years, even. Possibly ever. She sat up and ogled her chest. She'd been stacked before, thanks to the cows, but now... well, she had a hard time believing the two massive breasts hanging from her chest could exist. Certainly they were magically enhanced, somehow able to remain firm and perky, holding themselves up in the air, defying gravity in the most ludicrous way. Her nipples capped the massive, firm breasts, each broad areolae surrounding a nipple as big as her head and nearly as long.
Her arms and shoulders were grown as well, she realized. Her neck was nearly nonexistent. She was so buff, she put to shame any other muscular figure she'd ever seen. She flexed her biceps, gasping as she saw the balls of pure muscle swell under her taut black fur. Her ripped abdomen was hidden by the swells of her chest, but she could feel the deep-cut ridges.
Her cocks... she spread her legs, peering over her breasts to see the titanic, incredible shafts. Each was about half the thickness of her ridiculous thighs and reached down past her knees... and she was still soft. The huge heads twitched as she grabbed at them, not sure whether they were real or not. Her knees squeezed at her tremendous ball sac, pushing the four nuts inside around. It must weigh nearly three hundred pounds all by itself, she realized, and was as big around as her hips. They hung down nearly to her knees, though when she attempted to stand, she found it quite easy thanks to her new, improved tail, which helped her balance easily. She'd always liked her tail, but now she liked it even more. It was muscular, ridiculously so, and swung around python-like. She wrapped it around her balls and squeezed, purring at the ease with which she could manipulate it now. It was so powerful, a true weapon of its own accord.
Perhaps the most surprising new addition she discovered a moment later, when something tickled her lower back. She whirled around, expecting to see the sea monster again. The thought excited her much more than it should have. The water remained still, but again, something tickled the small of her back. She reached back and grasped something thick, slippery, and prehensile - and most surprising of all, she could feel herself touching it, as though it were a part of her body.
Twisting her head as far as she could, she realized that it was a part of her body - four new parts, in fact. Sprouting from a patch of particularly thick, dense fur on her lower back, just above her shelf-like rump, four matching tentacles sprouted from the base of her tail. Sasha couldn't see the bases of each, but she could feel them through her fur. They were definitely attached to her, and she quickly found she could control them by "pushing" them where she wanted them to go. They could grow to a length of nearly ten feet and shrink down so as to be naught but small bumps, invisible under her black pelt.
Sasha shivered as she felt them retreat, coiling up in her tail. That made her think, and she grasped the end of her tail, parting the fur with her fingers. Her eyes went wide and a shocked growl spread her lips when she saw a squirming mass of more than a dozen tentacles resting inside a small flap of skin and fur at the end of her tail. With a thought, she pushed them out, shuddering at the unusual, though not unpleasant, sensation. These were smaller tentacles than the four on her backside, but each just as slippery and prehensile. Several had bulbous, cup-shaped heads; others were ridged at the ends and smooth. The lioness stared at them, flexing them about, and one of the cup-shaped tips smacked against a large teat. It attached itself and began to pulse. Sasha stared, open-mouth shock on her muzzle, as she realized what those particular tentacles could be used for.
For a moment, she considered masturbating herself into a frenzy right then and there. But no - her sense of duty remained the one thing about her that had not, would not change. Besides, once she completed her quest, there was always time later for a little fun.
This thought consoled her when she realized her armor and leathers were nowhere to be found, not that they'd fit anyways. Her sword was similarly missing. Still, she didn't think she'd need them to finish her quest.
The lioness smiled as she opened the door. Her quest was nearly complete. Soon she'd get the otter, escape the castle, and return to town to claim her five hundred sovereigns. After that, she'd order every drink she could get her paws on and fuck anything that moved. Visions of piles of males and females worshipping her huge body, sucking on her tits, humping her massive cocks, shoving themselves into her muzzle filled her mind's eye. She purred, deep and low, and her twins jerked.
But she resisted and shook her head, clearing her mind. First things first. None of that could happen if the warlock managed to trap her here.
Chapter 6
"Be aware of your surroundings. Ensure you have at least two clear escape paths at all times."
-- Anon., A Pamphlet for Males as Written by a Noted Lethario, Who Once Conquered Three Dragon Maids in a Single Night and Emerged Unscathed
She opened the door and grinned. There was no hallway this time, just a large room. The scene was quite melodramatic. The fair otter made lay chained to a bed in the center of the far wall, under a huge, ornate stained glass window. A fireplace burned merrily to the right. There were no other doors. Luxurious rugs and other furnishings were loaded up in the room, obviously meant to convey this was a place of ease and relaxation.
When the otter saw Sasha, she screamed into her gag, eyes wide with fright. The lioness shook her head and held up her paws.
"Don't worry! I'm here to rescue you!" she called out, her voice deep and baritone, much more so than before.
She tried to simply walk through the doorway, but came up painfully short when her huge balls squeezed against the sides, cramming up against her thighs. Her breasts spread as the doorjamb pressed into the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together. She let out a grunt of annoyance and backed up. She had to crouch to clear the doorway, fitting first one massive breast through, then one leg and her gigantic sac. The other breast came next, and with some flexible twisting of her hips, she got the rest of herself through quickly.
"My name is Sasha. The village hired me to rescue you," she explained, leaning over the frightened otter maid to undo her restraints.
"But you're a monster!" the otter cried out, pulling desperately on her chains.
Sasha stepped back and considered what the female said. Sure, she was huge now, but a monster? Surely not.
"I'm no such thing. I've just been through a lot to find you, is all," the lioness said. One of her huge cocks flopped over the otter's belly inadvertently and she pushed it away. "You wouldn't believe what these three wolves did to me, and then the cows, and the bunnies, and that sea monster dragon thing..."
"Oh, you've taken on a fool's errand!" the otter declared. "For I am cursed! Cursed! The warlock has put a spell on me. He said he wanted to see what happened."
"A spell?" Sasha asked, easily breaking several links in the chain to free the otter from the shackles. "What kind of magic?"
"He said I would be irresistible to others and that I would not be able... to... resist... either..."
The otter's words trailed off when Sasha's enormous phallus flopped over her belly again, followed quickly by the second.
"Sorry about that, they have minds of their own," the lioness said by way of apology. "Now, what were you saying?"
But the otter couldn't say anything. A moment later, she had her muzzle buried in Sasha's nuts and her paws working the twins as best as she could manage. The lioness moaned as she felt the lithe female grind against her.
In the corner of the room, unnoticed by either party, a small spell charm floated, buzzing only just. Through it, the warlock himself could watch as the lioness and the otter worked each other. The otter changed, transforming as the lioness took her, growing additional breasts, her own maleness, and generally increasing in size throughout their frantic, grunting, fulfilling lovemaking. The room nearly flooded; cum extinguished the fire before long.
The husky growled as he worked his paws over his hard erection. He'd never seen anything so wonderfully twisted as this pairing. He'd turned the lioness into a mighty sex-beast, then turned her against the very person she was supposed to rescue! He giggled, cock jerking in his paws as he felt his climax approach. He cried out as he came, shooting thick streams of cum into his chest fur. His cloak fell back, revealing him to be a much younger, more virile version of the ancient canine who approached Sasha back in the village inn.
He panted and flopped back into his crystal throne, eyes drifting from the scene taking place nearby. His thickness, magically enhanced, fell across his belly and chest. At one point the head had reached well over his shoulders, but the husky found that impractical and adjusted himself a bit smaller. He hadn't liked doing it, but it was either that or get a special kind of wheeled contraption to haul his huge shaft around. He glanced at where it lay in one corner of his bedroom. Maybe it was time to break it out again, he thought. Show off for the lioness, perhaps.
He grinned, distracted as he thought about how much fun his newest playmate would be. The lioness was perfect, one of his favorite new toys yet. The otter was a nice perk. He'd been planning other things for her, but she was too good of bait for the adventurer.
He looked back at the floating orb in front of him and blinked. The room was empty. Where had they gone? He flicked his wrists, sending the orb flying around the room to check any blind spots. There was plenty of juices, but no sign of the otter or lioness.
Damn, damn, damn. He'd let himself get distracted. It was so easy to fall into a lustful haze when presented with such monuments to sex, as he knew only too well.
That's when he felt the floor shaking. Heavy footsteps pounded through the castle, coming nearer by the moment. Dozens of feet, shaking the castle to its foundations.
He managed to just get out of his throne when one entire wall of his bedroom disappeared. As the dust settled, the husky stared at the dozens of creatures he'd modified, enhanced, and created over the previous years. Standing tall and proud in their center was Sasha. The lioness grinned t him crookedly as the otter maid she'd "rescued" stood next to her, three-quarters her height, with four pairs of breasts and a meaty maleness pushing up between them.
"So... you're not quite as fearsome as I expected," Sasha said. "In fact... I think you're kind of cute. What do you all think?"
A chorus of laughter, giggles, and cheers greeted Sasha's words. She stomped forward, grabbed the warlock by the scruff of his neck, and leered at his white and brown face. Smooth black tentacles emerged from the lioness's backside and wrapped around the warlock's wrists and ankles as her huge twins ground into his belly. The otter moved behind Sasha, moaning as her own erection throbbed with heat.
Sasha grunted when she felt the otter push in under her tail. She leaned forward a bit, dropping her huge breasts over the husky, blocking his vision. She gripped him by the hips and lifted as her tentacles spread his legs. Ignoring his pleas for mercy, she pumped into him, spearing him with one deep, penetrating thrust. His belly bloated as the lower shaft ground in; the upper sprayed a few thick streams of pre-cum across his chest and face. The husky's cock slid wetly across Sasha's as the otter humped into the lioness from behind.
Sasha's shoulders bulged as she flexed, grinding back against the otter's larger new body before thrusting back into the husky, stretching his belly further, the outline of her cock grinding outwards.
Behind the husky, lioness, and otter, a menagerie of other changed people went to town. The wolves were three-waying one of the cows, while the bunnies were teasing Barry the bull to a pleasurable climax. A shaggy canine Sasha hadn't met was busily unrolling a three-foot tongue in-between the legs of a cute, pert, four-armed, six-breasted hyena gal. And too many other pairings to tell.
Sasha ignored them as she focused on the rippling heat in her aching pussy and the tight body of the gasping, gurgling warlock. He really was a cutie, she thought, as she watched his belly stretch again. His cock shot a few weak streams of cum as his lips parted, though he couldn't even moan as she pumped into him, heavy and hard. The otter clutched at her big rump, both paws squeezing and stroking. Sasha's pussy, complete with oversized, oversensitive mound, throbbed hotly around the invading cock, as orgasm after orgasm made the lioness gasp and moan. Her tentacles slithered up the husky's body, until one found its way into his muzzle. Sasha groaned happily as the thick, flexible length filled his throat, adding even more pleasure. The cup-shaped lengths attached to his chest, pumping merrily away on his nipples; another found his nuts and squeezed, pulling on them until he squirmed madly in her grasp.
She pulled the husky down heavily, thrusting in as deep as she could. The small male's belly bulged even bigger as she unloaded, climaxing uncontrollably. The warlock's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his paws clutched at his rotund belly as he was jerked through the air, up and down on the massive feline length.
Sasha grunted and pulled him off, letting the last few shots of her thick seed spray over the gradually flooding floor of the bedroom. Her cock fell forward, curling down, drizzling, as she grinned at him.
"One more to go, cutie! Then I think I'll have officially defeated you, yeah?"
The warlock's ears stayed back as she dragged him down her upper shaft. Behind her, the otter maid continued to pump, flooding her aching pussy two or three times, but not stopping. The insides of the lioness's legs were utterly soaked with juices and cum, but she just spread her thick thighs farther and swung her hips, letting her massive balls hang even lower.
The husky howled as she filled him anew, resuming her earth-shaking thrusts. Her massive tail wrapped around the otter, squeezing her tightly, as the tail opened and a dozen or so smaller tentacles emerged. They felt, to Sasha, incredibly good as they wormed their way into the otter's rump and pussy, making the formerly tiny, lithe female pound her hips forward even harder, driving her rock-hard length deeper and heavier into Sasha's greedy, flexing, black-furred cheeks. It was so thick is spread her round hams well apart, and another huge burst of otter cream exploded inside as the object of Sasha's rescue quest came again.
"Oh, you feel so good!" Sasha moaned to both of them. "I hope this lasts all night!"
As the huge lioness stuffed herself deep inside the powerless, bloated, cum-filled warlock, he couldn't help but agree...
Epilogue
The village was happy the warlock was subdued, but internal discussions still raged over what it meant for their town. Business had never been better. The tavern owner had four buildings and was planning three more to accommodate all the travelers and tourists flooding their streets. The returned villagers, though changed, tried their best to fit back into their old lives, though some changes were obviously required. A thriving sex trade sprung up, both out of necessity and as a way to pay for additional housing for so many different kinds of beings.
The tentacle monster, formerly a regular dragon, required a massive sum of gold to build a new house-tank and a buggy capable of holding enough water for her to travel when she desired. She earned it in less than two weeks.
The bunnies worked as barmaids, but were more often found on their backs entertaining enthusiastic patrons. There was a two-drink, one-fuck minimum.
The wolves worked as laborers and used every excuse they could to show off their bodies to the attractive females drawn from miles around to ogle their handsome figures. Occasionally they even got some work done in between sleeping with their admirers.
The cows and Barry the bull retired to a small farm in the countryside a short ways from the village, supporting themselves through sales of their milk, which was considered a delicacy throughout the neighboring lands. The rumors as to its sources were never confirmed or denied.
Sasha and the otter maid parted ways. The otter returned to her family, who were happy to have her back, though less so when she introduced them to both her boyfriend and girlfriend.
Sasha took the warlock along with her when she left the village, promising to keep an eye on him. The huge lioness looked incredible in the new armor gifted her by the grateful townsfolk and former victims of the magician. A massive, finely-etched steel breastplate curled over her enormous chest. A specially-made codpiece of similarly etched steel hugged her massive twins, holding them firmly, along with her oversized nuts. Leather cords wrapped around her bare arms and thighs, wrapping around and around down to her paws and feet. Her huge tail was covered about halfway down with a steel tube - the lioness easily demonstrated how she could block and parry with the flexible shield now.
The warlock got a new outfit as well, though it amounted to little more than a pair of tight white pants, hardly able to contain his nipple-high cock, and a wide leather collar, also specially made by the villagers at Sasha's request. The collar attached by a leash to Sasha's wrist and could not be removed by the warlock no matter how much he tried.
The townsfolk though it was a fitting punishment. Sasha thought it was also fitting, especially once she stretched the husky out so huge she could fit both her massive shafts into his tail hole at the same time. Still, she let him play with his powers now and then when they came across someone who was willing to subject themselves to his deviant whims. Bigger boobs: 20 sovereigns. Bigger cock: 40 sovereigns. Hypersexed, overmuscled, always horny fuckbeast?
Well, that was free as long as the customer spent the night.
Sasha made sure he didn't take it too far... usually. She had to admit, she liked the results he got.
Strangely enough, the husky also found himself enjoying his new life - especially when the muscular lioness used her tentacles on him.
The End.