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Thralls of the Gnoll Shaman

Written by: Eiji Otaka and Vixden

The New shipment of ale on the way to the pub was taken over by a group of gnolls that realized their new potential, most of the pack having been humans before the black gnoll raped them. Passing his ability to his new mates, who were currently fucking the cart driver and his mercenary hireling.

The driver and mercenary had at first fought and resisted but with the increasing intake of sexual gnoll fluids they themselves were quickly becoming horny beastmen. The pack leader that was the black gnoll oversaw their induction as they opened the barrels of ale. Stroking his pulsing red pointy shaft, he started juicing his cock into a barrel. Growling in pleasure at the thought of spreading the gnoll territory so cunningly while at the same time gaining him a personal dominion to rule.

Esra rides next to Zhael, his armor polished and glaring in the sun as they pass down the dirt road towards the Crossroad Inn. A place usually packed with all kinds of adventurers heading in and out on their missions. Esra's short crop of blonde hair blowing in the soft wind as they jest over the recent slaying of a gnoll warlord and his pack, his head dangling from Zhael's horse. "Certainly wasn't much of a challenge once we dispatched Old Zod eh!" Esra says with a perfect smile, the king will be most pleased now that the northern roads would be safe from gnoll attacks.

"Haha. I'd have to agree. Once we slayed this old dog, the others were just as busy fighting each other as they were fighting us. I guess the need for a good leader is true for all creatures." Zhael enjoyed slaying monsters as much as having a good drink and couldn't wait to get to the Crossroad Inn. He'd heard stories of a fantastic bar they ran, that held adventurers from many areas. If he was lucky, a sultry lass would be there to swoon over his war stories. He chuckled at the the thought. Zhael's dark ponytail bounced with every clop of his horse's hooves and he felt anxious in his boots when the Inn came within sight.

The young stable boy came and took their horses wondering at the gnoll head as Esra told him the tale, his eyes wide with wonder. They leave him with a merchant coin and enter the Inn, the pub taking up most of the lower half of the large wooden structure. Groups of travelers partying in almost every corner, as they take a seat at a small table a vibrant young lass carrying a small barrel of ale stops by.

"Can I get you boys anything?" she says staring at them both blushing at a smooth comment Zhael made to her. She moves to the bar for some glasses, talking to the other barmaid who looks over with her to the table both giggling. "You always were a ladies man!" Esra says with jest, thinking of his own white haired beauty waiting for his return, her blue eyes piercing into his soul as he left.

While outside of the pub the hired hands had just finished unloading the cart of ale, The Inn Keeper had been wondering how it had arrived without it's owner, only a letter reading "On the House."

"So be it Athan I'll be sure to let your new brew reach my customers" he says with a chuckle trying a sip with his men from the final barrel.

"What can I say, lasses love a warrior who has both his eyes and can tell a good tale," Zhael chuckles. The lass returns with two mugs, "This is a new brew we've got, first one's on the house sweetie." "I'll drink to that, It's a good day when you slay a famous gnoll warlord, and then have a pretty lass like yourself give a man and his partner a round of free ale," Zhael says, keeping up the charm before taking a gulp of the amber, frothing drink. She giggles then walks off swaying her hips, like a sultry maiden. They both take hearty gulps of the ale, enjoying the warmth and tingles it sends through their bodies. It tastes sweet like cider but has a musky saline aftertaste, that is surprisingly none too bad. Soon the majority of the adventurers and wayfarers are drinking the hearty ale, enjoying the fast-working alcoholic effects.

The Innkeeper himself can't get enough of the delicious ale and with excited inebriation calls for a round of drinks on the house. Everyone cheers, and he even tells the barmaidens to have themselves some while they serve the guests. The joyous Innkeeper and his workers are all sporting tented pants, insistent hardons bulging against the fabric as they absentmindedly rub their crotches. All of them feel hot and sweaty, but enjoy the tingling warmth flowing through them and the musk starting to pour out their pits and other pubic areas.

The music is pretty lively as they down another glass of sweet delicious ale. A rogue beginning to dance on the table next to them, his party cheering him on as he drank his glass and poured a second glass on his friends. Esra was in an awkward position as he tried to rub his growing erection in his armor. Watching with a smile as the curly black haired pale skinned bar maid whirls onto Zhael's lap pouring her drink on her chest.

"Oh looks like someones excited, am I just that enticing hun?" Zhael teases, her hand wrapping around the erection in his leather pants.

The Inn Keeper was nibbling on one of his men's ears, and sliding his hand down his cloth pants as he rubbed against him. He could feel his hireling's slick prick, the tip not mushroom in shape anymore. His hands forcing his pants down further moaning about how it smells like the ale. His head dipping down onto it taking it in. As his other men started to strip and feel each others flesh, and reddening members.

The black leader gnoll, glances in through a window to see the large group of humans partying and influenced by the gnoll contaminated ale as they slowly change to his kin. He strokes his red shaft waiting for the moment he and his group can barge in and induct them into the pack. Zhael licks the ale off the lass' chest with a unnoticed lengthening tongue as she rubbed and squeezed his cock. It was already moist, slick with secreted fluids as it pointed and reddened. His already impressive 8in cock was thickening and stretching in her grip as a furry sheath formed at the base. Soon he was sporting a footlong bestial shaft that throbbed with infected blood, and drizzled a yellowed precum as a heady musk permeated from it.

Zhael noticed a tuft of light-brown, blacks-potted fur between the maiden's cleavage as he nuzzled and pulled back a bit to get better look. Not only was there fur spreading across her chest but her breasts were swelling as well. In his drunken infected haze he could only be turned on by the sight and looked into her amber eyes as the sclera turned black. She ripped open her blouse to reveal her busty tits and black nipples. She let out a rough giggle and licked his cheek with a long tongue. "Aren't you a sexy beast," she cooed before leaning down and licking the tip of his gnoll cock lovingly. The feeling had him softly growling as a drooling tongue lolled out his swelling mouth. He could see the fuzz on her cheeks and the fur spreading down her arms as her hands twisted into posable paws.

Zhael looked over to Esra, and sniffed the musk everyone was releasing before rolling his eyes up. Esra were stroking his cock, growling with need as he switched between watching Zhael couple with the maiden and the rogue dancing on the table. He had stripped off his trousers, flexing and bouncing a furry butt as his dribbling canine cock bobbed in front of him. A short furry tail wagged behind him and tickled the nose of one his party members as the guy grew a drooling muzzle, nose wet with excitement. The group around him giggled harshly and moaned as they all stroked their cocks, some even stroking the musky gnoll shaft next to them and making out.

The Innkeeper now had a hireling bent over and was shoving his own canine cock into his worker's furry ass. Enjoying the thick black mane crawling down his spine to reach the short tail between his buttcheeks. He stroked his underling's dripping rocket as they cackled and moaned in bestial pleasure. Their minds, like the others in the bar were being bombarded with increasingly gnoll-like mindsets. The need to giggle, fight, eat, raid, pillage, and above all fuck pounded into their brains. The fur had almost completely encompassed his body as his feet burst from their boots, twisting into digitigrade paws while clawed hands gripped changing guy under him. With each thrust his body pumped with muscle and his furry balls filled with infected feral cum.

His muzzle drooled in anticipation of the bestial release to come, not knowing that once he released his seed in orgasm, his body, mind, and soul would be completely that of a sexcrazed gnoll. The change sweeping him felt too good though, the fucking too great. At this point he was already thinking like a gnoll, and saw himself as one. Humans only existed to be either eaten or fucked into gnolls themselves. He cackled at the thought of pillaging the settlement nearby, fucking any and all humans in sight, feasting on their livestock, burning their shrines and sacred structures. His humanity was a fading whisper, and completely vanished when his big balls pulled up to release his brimming load. With a bark, he pumped his gnoll cum into the beastman under him, filling the thick black hole.

"Damn he's real purdy!" Esra says with a smirk his paw like hands reaching down groping his crotch. Slick red prick sliding in between his fingers as he kicks the last bits of his leggings off. Boots kicked free, his paws wiggling in the musk filled air, blonde fuzz growing down his thighs. Hairless tail poking out between Esra's ass crack and the chair. Feeling the skin on his lower half roughen into course gnoll hide, as he watched the handsome rogue change. His muzzle panting and chuckling as his own blonde fur covers his tawny hide, soft gray eyes catching his own, and then he gestures to his thick meat as Esra rubbed it. The rogue's own pawed hand rubbing his own, combining it into his dance. Turning around and raising his tail, his black claw sliding into his virgin hole. Esra openly drools onto his armor as he watched.

The barmaid leaned back from Zhael's member her long tongue cleaning her beautiful muzzle of his salty corrupted taste as she ripped her lower garbs away and slowly slid her inflated pulsating sex against his warm manhood as his hands coddled and licked her second row of medium sized breasts while they swelled out. Her head arched back as Zhael leaned a forming muzzle into her dripping folds, licking both his red rod and her own dripping sex in the process, the leathery feel of her hide felt good against his paws as he massaged her firm tits slapping against his chest.

The taste of the musky fluids secreted by Zhael's gnoll cock and the barmaid's bestial cunt was delving his mind into a feral frenzy. He pulled off his leather armor to reveal a muscular, brownish grey furred chest that had dark nipples hardened in excitement. His hands swelled as dark fur grew over them, black claws pushing free as he grabbed the bitch's round furry rump. Zhael was growling as he lifted her up and brought her frothing cunt down onto his pulsing rocket. They both barked in twisted lust at the feel of their sexes joining. His muzzle fully grown and drooling, he pursed his darkened lips on her top teat and starting sucking as he thrust up into her. Zhael was surprised to taste sweet tainted milk pour over his tongue, but then his increasingly bestial mind corrected itself. Of course gnoll bitches had milk. A growing tail wagged at the thought, as his mind crept further into a feral state, along with his new bitch's.

Barks, cackles, and moaning yips could be heard around the room as everyone within sight were going through some level of transformation. Esra could wait no longer as he watched the rogue reach the end of his dance on the table. Making use of his new paws, he trots over to the roguish gnoll. Not thinking of the musky beast as creature to be slain but a sexy outlet for release. And why not, a sweaty beast such as himself deserved to fuck anything he wanted. With that, Esra hops on the table and pulls the rogue's rear to your crotch, his hairless tail gaining fur as it wagged in lust. He push your veiny red shaft up against his mount's tailhole and slid in, barking in corrupted joy.

It's not long before Esra pushes him onto all fours, his sexy dark blonde muzzle locked with his own as he thrust into him. The sensation of his tight black pucker was amazing this little beast was going to be so fun to play with. Esra's paw wrapped around his pink gnoll cock rubbing his pads against his slick meat as his fat knot slid into the rogue's ass with a instinctual thrust of his body. The rogue's warrior companion wasted no time in probing Esra's tight ass with his own juicy meat, as his grey paws rubbed against his chest, grinding into his rear. Being tied to them both sent waves of pleasure over his body as his gnoll juices flooded into the rogue's rump. The rogue's twisted yellow juices splattering over the food on the table while the warrior's pointy meat fired his own bestial seed into Esra's tight black ass. They growl and bark as their new found gnollhood ran the humanity from their thick balls. Yellow cum flying from the other gnoll members at the table onto their fur, as they enjoyed the show.

Zhael's soon knotted the gnoll bitch bouncing on his lap and they both start barking and moaning wildly as orgasm flushes musky juices between them. The release renews them, they are gnolls, beasts born to pillage, prank, and fuck. With dark glee the black gnoll watches human after human change into a gnoll and then with bestial orgasm, relinquish the vestiges of their human minds and souls. He signals his small pack and they all soon burst in the doors. With a powerful bark he announces his presence. They all pause in a moment of their lusts to look over the huge black gnoll, his brutish figure adorned with a skull necklace an a red gem embedded in his chest.

"I am Varek! Leader of this pack and maker of you empowered gnolls. From my seed you have been reborn and with your seed you shall bring rebirth. You all shall join my pack, and bring a new age for our kind, with me, Varek, as your Overseer. Now my thralls. Feel the birth of an infected dominion that you will spread over the lands." yells Varek, the black gnoll. The gem on his chest glows as each who have released the last of their humanity, have their bestial souls tied to him. Drooling with allegiance and loyalty as they become Varek's thralls, they all continue their fucking with new passion, embracing their gnollhood to the fullest extent. The wild mating will prepare them for the taking of the towns nearby. The sight of their drunken bestial orgy has Varek's red member dripping and he walks amongst their ranks looking for a gnoll to breed into.