Chapter 1: For Who the Handbells Chime
Summary:
An alternate timeline where Basil's plan to find Ratingan went weary, as the rat took a different set of precautions for his arrival...
inspired by this artwork: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55336020/
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Basil should have been more discreet when asking the barmaid about Ratingan. Maybe beating around the bush a little bit, maybe trying to be subtle when asking for information. Maybe he could even pose as a guy who was looking for some “seedy employment”. But he had to just outright ask for his name.
That was just Basil for you.
And that was what Ratingan had expected him to do. Which was why he left the barmaid with specific instructions on what to do with anyone who came in there asking for him. Such instructions based on his own knowledge of how his enemy thought and behaved.
And those instructions worked like a charm, as the staged brawl on the bar led to both Basil and his companion to seek for shelter in a closet, with Dawson recovering himself from the bleeding nose that was a result of the punch to the face, which also resulted in him permanently losing a tooth.
Basil had his ear on the door, closely listening to what was happening on the other side, and how it had gone eerily quiet. As he listened for sounds of the fight that should still be going on, he failed to notice the sound of hissing on that same room, until it was far too late.
By the time he realized they were in a trap, the door had been firmly locked, and it wouldn’t budge no matter how much he tried to open it.
They were right on Ratingan’s clutches.
The closet filled with that colorless gas, which stated to fill their lungs.
However, unlike what Basil had expected, the gas did was not some lethal agent that would cause them both to choke to death and have an agonizing end. No, this gas actually made them feel... good... lightheaded and... aroused.
Even Basil caught himself relaxing, his mind going numb as his lungs filled with the gas of the room. He slid to the floor and was now sitting with his back pressed against the door he was trying to open, his mouth agape and drooling slightly, just like Dawson’s. Then, a sound came, from a record player with a speaker feeding the sound straight into the closet where the two were.
The sound of a familiar voice talking on the record reached their ears, with each sentence being followed by the chime of a bell.
“I have to say, you two did an expended job today, my friends.” Ratingan said, putting an arm around the arm of each one of his most recent henchmen. “Thanks to you two, I am moving way ahead of schedule, and I will soon be able to take over the kingdom. Amazing what a few weeks of hard work can do, no?”
“Ya-ya, boss.” Said the taller and thinner of the two of them. “We ar’ glad for helping yah with yah plans.”
The shorter and fatter of the two nodded in agreement.
“I know you two are.” Ratingan said, as he pulled something out of his pocket. “This even call for a little... reward.”
Then, he ringed the little handbell, causing the sound of the chime to reach the two of them. Immediately, their eyes widened, and their jaws dropped as their mouths hanged up. They both sprouted erections nearly immediately, causing their pants to tent on the obscenest way.
“You two have been such good little workers since you joined my crew...” Ratingan said to the two, as he rang his little bell again. This caused the two of them to shiver as their dicks throbbed inside of their pants.
“Always working so hard to make your boss happy.”
Another chime. The two of them groaned as their dicks leaked pre into their briefs.
“Always taking such pleasure from making your boss happy.”
A chime of the bell. The two of them fell to their knees as their legs buckled from the surge of pleasure. Moans escaping their mouths as they felt the programming on their brains affecting them. Ratingan smiled to himself as he saw Basil and his chubby friend in such a predicament. This was a sight he would certainly never get tired of.
Oh, how gratifying it was to see how the righteous have fallen.
Ratingan chimed his bell a few more times. With each chime, the moans of those two little tramps became louder and louder, their dicks drooling so much pre that it completely soaked their underwear and started to show as wet patches on their pants.
“You two live to serve me, right?” Ratingan asked, to what the two of them said:
“Y-yes boss...”
“You two are loyal to me above all else, right?”
“Y-yeah...”
“You would both die and live for me, no?”
“Y-yes! Yes, we would!”
Those last words were laced with need and desire, they were both moaning as their hips moved on their own, humping the air in an instinctive, desperate and utterly pathetic attempt of getting release. However, they would not be able to. Not unless Ratingan allowed them to if he considered that they had earned it.
And, right now, he thought that they had.
He did have a weak spot for those two, after all.
Leaning over, he whispered a single word on both their ears:
“Come.”
Accompanied with a chime of his bell.
The two moaned like a pair of dying bitches as they came, spilling their load inside of their briefs and completely soaking them. The wet patches now outrageously visible as their semen also got their pants and made it clear for anyone who looked at them just what those two did.
After their orgasm subsided, the two of them were panting and whimpering. Both instinctively leaned in direction to Ratingan as they felt his hands touching and gently caressing their cheeks, as if they both craved for his touch as if it was a lover’s.
“Good boys...” Ratingan said to the two, as if he was talking to a pair of dogs. “You two are very good boys.”
Chapter 2: Bijuu on a Leash
Summary:
Wanting to get away from all humans, Kurama travels until he arrives on the land of toads. In there, he finds someone who can finally tame him...
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Kurama was done with humans!
They were just trying to control him all the time! He would not have anything more to do with them.
That was why he made sure to travel all the way away from the human settlements, to a place where no human would ever come, so they would all leave him alone for good.
He didn’t stop to consider that he would be walking on the territory of beings that could be a much greater threat to himself than humans ever could.
Kurama had always disliked toads. He disliked them ever since an unfortunate encounter with one as a cub (if you could ever consider that a being like himself had a childhood) so many eons ago. He would not have gone on that direction if he knew that there was a whole tribe of toads living in that area. However, he only realized it too late and, by then, he had already drawn the attention of their leader.
And Gamabunta was not happy for having invaders on his territory.
Even though this fox was quite cute.
Kurama, on his end, was not one to shy away from battle, and he was soon fighting that darned frog. Gamabunta, however, was older and more powerful than any other human could hope to be. With jutsus accumulated over a lifespan of such longevity that a human could only dream of having. The kind that would allow him to face the self-proclaimed strongest of all Tailed Beasts and come out on top.
Like the jutsu he used to seal away Kurama’s chakra and keep him from using it. Or the jutsu he created to spew a poisonous oil that caused Kurama to be completely immobilized and helpless to his attacks.
Kurama was on the ground, barely able to even move, as Gamabunta walked to him and planted an oily foot on his head.
“G-get off me, you slimy thing!” Kurama shouted at Gamabunta. The frog, on his end, looking down on him with an unamused expression.
“Well, you are a nasty little dog, aren’t you?” The toad chief asked, looking Kurama in the eyes. “I just so happen to know how to deal with nasty doggies.”
He then made a hand-seal gesture, as he prepared another jutsu.
“All of you just need to be taught how to obey...”
Kurama looked at him, as the frog made a gesture towards him. His eye, before a slit pupil, then changed to resemble the eyes of a frog.
Gamabunta soon was coming back to the village. And he was bringing Kurama with him in tow. The Tailed Beast was being held by a leash and walking behind the frog like an obedient puppy. This, of course, drew eyes from a lot of the frogs of the village. However, none of them seemed to be too shocked.
“Looks like the chief got himself a new one.”
“Think his wife will have a problem with that?”
Gamabunta ignored their talking, and just guided the obedient little fox back into the privacy of his hut, where they would have all of the privacy he needed to teach this bad boy some tricks.
“Sit.” Gamabunta said to Kurama, and the fox sat on his haunches as he looked at the toad with his modified eyes, still under the effect of the powerful mind-controlling jutsu that Gamabunta used on him, and that was a creation of himself, and which would remain forever his secret.
“Shake.” The frog said, outstretching his hand for the fox, who reached with his own hand and shook it.
“That’s it. Good boy.” Gamabunta said. Then, the toad leaned over, spreading his legs and exposing himself to the fox, unafraid of any attack.
“Kiss.” He ordered, and Kurama didn’t hesitated to obey, as he had an innate knowledge of what his new master wanted.
He leaned over and started to nuzzle and lick on his privates. This soon caused Gamabunta’s dick to get hard, and Kurama soon took it on his muzzle and started to suck.
“That’s it...” Gamabunta said, the frown that he normally had on his face all the time softening ever so slightly. “That’s it... just like that... good boy.”
Kurama continued to suck the toad, swallowing his pre alongside his natural slime, and not voicing a single protest. He only stopped when Gamabunta ordered him to stop.
“Your turn now, pup.” The toad said to the fox. “Lay over.”
Kurama followed the command, laying on his back and revealing that his own dick was hard. A little side effect of the jutsu that affected him. Gamabunta paid it no mind, as he stood over Kurama, the tip of his dick on the fox’s tailhole.
“Beg.”
That one command was particularly drawn out. As if Gama wanted to be sure that the fox understood the command perfectly so he could follow it properly. And Kurama did. He brought his hands to his chest, looking up at the toad with puppy eyes as he started begging. He begged to be bred, begged to be used, begged to be his puppy dog, all the while he whimpered and whined in a very pitiful display.
This nearly made the toad come then and there. However, he held it, and instead shoved his dick inside of the fox.
The sounds of sex filled the hut, with their moans being audible even outside of it, as the two of them went at it. They kept going at it hard and powerfully, with Gama sending his entire dick in and out of that deliciously tight tailhole with powerful and fluid motions, causing the fox to pant and moan like a bitch as he was claimed by his new master and owner.
The fox came first, cumming all over himself, before Gamabunta cummed on him, filling him to the brim with his seed and claiming the fox as his property.
“You are mine now, bitch.” The toat said to the moaning fox. “Better hope I don’t grow bored of you too soon.”
Kurama could only moan as this.
Chapter 3: Correcting an Outlaw
Summary:
Captured, Robin expected to be put to death. However, Prince John and his croonies had other plans for the fox...
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Robin Hood had always had luck on his side. That was one of the main reasons why he managed to make it that far.
However, luck eventually runs out for all of us.
In Robin’s case, it ran out after he became greedy and tried to steal from the castle’s vaults. Invading the very castle where Prince John resided to steal money straight from his safe? Now that was pressing luck way too much, and everyone by Robin knew that. So much that all the other Merry Men tried to talk him out of it.
But, much like with taking part on the tournament to win a kiss from Marion, Robin was way too stubborn for his own good, and brushed off everything everyone else told him.
The result was predictable.
Robin was currently on the castle’s dungeons, all of this clothes had been taking from him, as to avoid him pulling any fast one, and he has been chained to the wall and he was currently waiting for whatever fate those fiends were going to give him while desperately trying to come up with an escape plan, in case his friends of the Merry Men were not able to save him on time.
He didn’t have to wait too long, for soon three figures made their way into the dungeons, standing before the chained fox, all of them with the most infuriating smirks on their faces.
“Evening, thief.” John said as he looked down at the fox with crossed arms. “Do you like your accommodations?”
Robin had half-a-mind to share with John about said accommodations, and a lot more about his behavior and morals, and about what a giant mama’s boy he was. However, this time, it seemed John was not fazed by this at all, as he only continued to smirk down at Robin.
“Well, we can’t have this kind of behavior from a subject of the crown, can we?” John said, and then he snapped his fingers. “Let’s make sure that you start behaving like a proper citizen.”
Hiss came forward, and stood before Robin, looking the fox directly in the eyes.
“You should be honored, Robin, for being the first candidate for my new rehabilitation program.”
Robin only half-listened to what John said. His voice became more distant as the snake’s eyes began to change into pools of colors. Yellow. Green. Blue. Pink. Yellow again. Then it repeated. And soon, those colors started being mimicked by Robin’s own eyes.
And, as the colors shifted before him, Hiss spoke to him. Telling him things. Things that Robin’s brain, in this “softened” state, was much more receptive to then normal.
About loyalty. About proper behavior. About the honor of subjecting oneself to the crown and to the one who bore it on their brows. About how it should be an honor to serve the one who sat on the throne, no matter who it was.
Those and more things were said to Robin with a hissing voice as he looked into the shifting twin pools of colors right in front of his eyes.
After nearly an hour, which felt like just a few minutes to Robin, it was over, and the Fox was left alone on his cell.
The next night, Hiss came back, and he did it once more. Speaking more and more to Robin about how it was his duty to be loyal to the crown. How he should, as a good and upstanding citizen, abide to all laws and orders made up by the current ruler, because they were the manifestation of his divine-granted right to command.
And so, it went on. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, and Hiss would come every night, religiously, to continue telling Robin those words. Words that soon became a truth for the fox. A truth to obvious and so unavoidable that Robin caught himself wondering how he never realized that they were correct all along.
By the mark of the fourth month, Hiss considered his job done.
Robin was let out of the chains. However, he made no attempt to escape at all. He didn’t want to escape.
He did, however, requested to be brought before Prince John.
Once he was right in front of the prince, still sitting on his throne, Robin fell to his knees before him, bowing his head and begging for forgiveness for having defied him. He said that he was sorry for having gone against the crown, and that he would accept any punishment that John would give him, as long as he was allowed to have his forgiveness.
John looked at the side. The Sheriff was smirking as much as him as they both saw the fox groveling before them and begging to be forgiven. A far cry from the arrogant criminal who called John a pathetic mama’s baby just a few months ago.
This new outlaw reforming program was certainly a success, as far as they could tell from what they were seeing.
John then asked the fox to look at him, what Robin said. Then he told to the fox that, while his actions were extremely reprehensible, the fact that he showed genuine remorse for them moved the prince, and he was going to give him the chance to earn his forgiveness by serving him. Robin would, from there on out, use his unmatched archery skills to serve the crown, as he would become one of the archers under direct command of the Sheriff. And, for his first task, he would track down and capture each one of his former allies of the Merry Men.
“My prince!” Robin said, tears forming on his eyes. “You are as merciful as you are magnanimous! I shall do so! From now on, my arrows shall strike anyone who opposes you and your law! I shall hunt down every one of the outlaws that plague this land and cause you trouble! I will happily bring them all to you, my lord! On my heart and soul, I swear!”
John could not stop smirking...
Chapter 4: From Spider-man to Lizard Broodmother
Summary:
The Lizard gets what he wanted and more...
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Having a Spider-Sense is of little use if you are not able to react quick enough on it.
Peter learned that the hard way when he felt that injection come into his neck just a micro-second after his Spider-Sense tingled behind his head.
The syringe that the Lizard had held towards him using his tail injected into his neck, and the genetically-modified chemical inside of it was soon running through his veins.
Poor Spider-Man could do nothing as he felt his system being invaded by this modified chemical, and it mixed with the alterations that were already present on his DNA, resulting into something quite... interesting.
A tail sprouted from his back, ripping his costume as this long tail, ending in a stinger like that of a bug, swished around. His costume also ripped as his maw started projecting outwards, turning into the elongated muzzle of a reptile, as well as by the two extra pairs of arms sprouting from his torso. His skin turned into scales, and his nails turned into claws. The transformation lasted around thirty seconds and, by the time it was done, Peter Parker was now the Spider-Reptile.
Reptile watched it all, and he could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction. His alter-ego knew that, with Spider-Man now a member of his own kind, it would be much easier for him to take over New York and fulfill his goal of turning his own kind into the new dominant species of the world.
Especially since he added a little something to the mixture. A little compound that, upon inside of the wall-crawler’s bloodstream, would make it into his brain and alter it. Making him... more inclined to follow the commands of the lizard.
And it worked like a charm. As the mutated reptile looked up at him after ripping out what was left of his mask, there was not a shred of resistance or defiance on his eyes as he looked at him.
Lizard approached the downed young man, and then he said:
“I am your master.”
Spider-Reptile looked up at him, and then he nodded, taking in the affirmation. His mutated brain accepting the first words that he heard after his transformation as truth.
“You serve me.” Lizard continued. “Your very reason to exist is to fulfill my commands, to obey my orders and to do as I tell you. This is what gives meaning to your existence.”
Spider-Reptile took every word he was told as truth. He didn’t question. He didn’t protest. He didn’t complain or even made any commentary. He simply nodded to the orders of his new lord and master, who looked down at him with a sense of satisfaction as he saw this individual who, so many times, got on his way now becoming completely compliant to him.
“Yes, very well...” He said to Spider-Reptile. “Now, come with me.”
Once they were in the hideout, in the sewers, Lizard then commanded Spider-Reptile to turn around for him and lift his tail. The newly-transmuted reptile obeyed, turning around and hiking his tail was high as he could for his master.
“You will help me create an army.” Reptile said, as he ripped the back of Spider-Reptile’s costume, exposing his backside to him completely. “You can do it now. The formula I injected in you also gave you the ability to get pregnant. You can be impregnated by me now, and you will carry my eggs and give birth to a new generation of lizards that will replace humanity.”
Once more, Spider did not protest. He didn’t have a mind of his own to protest anymore. His brain had been re-wired to follow the commands of the Lizard. To do as he wanted of him and to follow any and all his commands without question.
He would carry his eggs, if that was what he wanted. He would be the brood-mother of the new generation of the new dominant species.
This was the will of the Lizard.
He did not resist as, then and there, the lizard claimed him. In fact, he even enjoyed it, as he let out sounds of delight and pleasure. Hisses, huffs, screeches, even squeals and squeaks, all of them sounds that denoted how much Spider-Reptile was enjoying being taken by his new master, who bred him hard, making sure to seed him deep and impregnate him with his eggs.
By the time they were over, Spider-Reptile was purring like a kitten as he could feel the seed sloshing inside of him, and he knew that he would be giving birth to his master’s children. Lizard pulled his muzzle to the side and locked it with his own into a sloppy kiss, which his brood-mother returned.
Over the course of the coming weeks, Spider’s body got larger, his stomach swelling as a great number of eggs grew inside. A result of his spider genes mixing with the lizard ones, and that ended with Spider laying around three hundred eggs! All of which were neatly wrapped into an egg-sac made of webbing.
Seeing this made the Lizard happy, especially when he looked the eggs up close and concluded that the embryos inside of them were growing into a steady pace, and that they would be strong and powerful like both him and Spider.
This was certainly a reason to celebrate.
However, the Lizard knew that his job was not done yet. He would need all offspring he could if he wanted to replace humanity as the dominant species.
So, he went to Spider and, once more, bred him hard and fast, impregnating him once more and making him get pregnant with another heavy clutch of eggs.
This would repeat several times over the course of the coming months. Each time Spider laid a clutch of hundreds of eggs, Lizard would waste no time impregnating him again and starting the process anew, causing his future army to grow exponentially. From the hundreds, they went into the thousands, and then into the tens of thousands.
And soon, they would all be hatching...
Chapter 5: Taming Spray
Summary:
in an alternate timeline, Bellwether had a spray based on Night Howler made and gave a sample to Judy for personal use while on duty...
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“An experimental new accessory?” Judy asked as she looked at the bottle that she was given. It was very similar to the one of fox-spray she was given by her parents before coming to Zootopia, but this one was only of plain purple coloration with no stamps whatsoever.
“Yes, it is part of a new project.” Bellwether said. “Just carry it with yourself and use it if you ever feel threatened by a suspect. Be sure to spray it right on the face.”
The vice-mayor was insistent about it, and Judy looked at the bottle, before thanking Bellwether and saying that she would be using it. I mean, it was not as if they gave her anything other than her pawcuffs. It was not a dart-gun, but it was better than nothing.
Judy’s chance to use the spray would come when, right on her first day, she came across a pair of foxes who were scamming an ice cream shop out of their giant popsickles to make a buck out of it by melting and then reselling it as smaller popsickles to smaller mammals.
And Judy herself fell for their ruse!
Oh, she was not going to let it slide!
She immediately went to confront the two of them, and they were, as one would expect, hostile towards her. Well, the smaller fox, whose name was, apparently, “Finnick”, was aggressive towards her, while his bigger friend was a lot more blasé and dismissive, and he didn’t hesitate to step all over Judy’s dream as he spoke about how the “real world” worked.
“You will never be a real cop, and you should just accept it.” Nick said to her as he leaned over to her face. In this moment, the only thing that came to Judy’s mind was how Gideon Gray had said something very similar to her after clawing her face.
She had reached for the spray Bellwether gave her and sprayed on the fox’s face before she even knew what she was doing.
“Hey! What’s the big idea!?” Fin said in surprise as he saw his friend being sprayed while he walked to the bunny with an angry expression. Judy once more acted out of instinct, and she sprayed the smaller fox as well.
They both reacted the same way: by backing away and rubbing their faces while the growled and sneezed. Then, they both stood still, their arms slack by the side of their bodies as they looked forward with their eyes, which had changed color to purple.
Judy looked at the two of them.
“Mr. Wilde...?” Judy asked. “Finnick?”
“Yes?” They both answered on the same monotone tone.
“Can you two hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you... are you okay?”
They hesitated for a moment, nearly as if they were thinking about it, before both said “yes”.
“Well... if you two are trying to trick me to get out of trouble, then you can stop it right now!” Judy said to the two of them. “Now, give me all the money you two scammed out of those poor mammals!”
She didn’t expect them both to readily hand her the two-hundred bucks without missing a beat. She was, quite honestly, a bit surprised by how readily they did it.
“Uhhh, right!” Judy said, and then she handed them both handcuffs. “Now cuff your hands behind your backs!”
Once more, they obeyed without hesitation, cuffing themselves and not voicing any kind of protest. The way they did it, which was nearly zombie-like in nature, honestly made Judy a little freaked.
“Uhhhhh...” Judy said, looking at the two of them. “Sit... on the ground?”
They sat so suddenly that one could think they would have hurt their butts.
“Bark?”
They both barked like two dogs, and they were doing it loudly, and this caused Judy to have to tell them both to stop before they drew too much attention.
She looked at the two of them. Then, she looked at the spray on her hand, which she had sprayed on the two of them before they started acting like that. She looked back to the two of them, looking at their eyes which, just a few moments ago, she knew were not purple.
“Kiss each other like in a romance movie?” Judy said.
For a moment, it seemed they were not going to do it. But then, they turned to each other, and they started to make out sloppily. This was less romance movie and more porn. And Judy could only watch with wide eyes as they did it.
“Sweet cheese and crackers...” Judy said, as she watched this hot erotic display, which caused her to become nearly instantly wet inside of her panties. She kept watching for nearly two minutes, before she eventually told them to stop.
And had them both climb with her on the back of Finnick’s van...
The ringing of the phone made Dawn Bellwether open her eyes, and she soon reached for it and answered.
“Hello?” The ewe said, still leaning back on her chair. “Oh, Officer Hopps! Hello! What can I do for you?”
She heard what the bunny on the other side was saying.
“Two foxes? Really? Oh, that’s interesting.” She said, a smirk playing on her lips as she heard the bunny narrate the events of earlier to her. “Well, yes, they are supposed to stay like this. The spray lasts for around a week... No, you don’t have to worry. There are no adverse effects. They will just remain obedient for the next week until the effects wear off. Unless, of course, you spray them again to renew the effect.”
Bellwether then smirked a bit wider as she asked:
“Did you play with them? Oh, don’t be like that, Judy. You know what I am talking about... No, don’t worry, you did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything very correctly. You know what? Why don’t you keep those foxes for yourself for the next week? Yes, I am serious. Keep them for yourself. You are a good cop, you deserve a nice reward. You can turn them in a week from now. And don’t worry, once the effects wear off, they won’t remember anything.”
With this, Bellwether hang up the phone, and she allowed herself to let out a pleasured bleat. Her other hoof was firmly holding a handful of bushy mane. Lionheart was kneeling in front of her as she sat on the mayor’s chair, obediently licking her pussy while his eyes were purple.
Bellwether dialed a new number as she was eaten out by her “boss”.
“Hey, Doug? Is Dawn. Just wanted to let you know that we have confirmed that the Night Howler-based spray works like a charm. You can start mass production. Let’s make sure that every single prey of the city carries one of those cans. Those carnivores will finally be put on their proper place...”
Chapter 6: E.P.I.
Summary:
A captured Elite becomes the test subject of a new technology that could give humanity the victory over the Covenant.
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“You shall pay for it, fiends!” The Elite roared in rage as he fought against his bonds. He would continue to cry out his rage towards those vile creatures that captured him and made him their prisoner.
He knew that this was shameful. Being captured alive by the enemies. Not only that, but it was a fate worse than death.
He heard stories of the depravity and vileness of the humans once they had a prisoner of the Covenant from escaped brethren. The very stories were enough to turn the stomach of even the most hardened veteran. And the very state that the survivors were in when they were brought back... it always made Syla decide that he would rather take his own life than ever been captured alive by those fiends.
And yet, there he was, at their clutches, and subject to whatever they were planning on doing with him.
They stripped him of his armor. He was not sure if to embarrass and shame him or to prepare for the unspeakable acts of depravity they would impose into his body. Perhaps for both. However, Syla still refused to show fear before them, even as they spoke to each other as they took him into a locked room.
Syla could not understand the language used by those humans. They had several, as he had heard. However, from the one they were using, he could make out a few words, such as “subject” and “experiment”.
All of those helped to make him even more anxious than he already was. He still refused to show any fear, though. He would keep his strength and his pride until the moment his will completely shattered under whatever torture and humiliation they could submit him to. He would hold on until the very end.
However, the end would arrive much sooner than he expected, when the humans brought something towards him.
It was a tiara with protrusions that glowed on a bright coloration.
They were trying to put the artifact on him.
Naturally, Syla was against it, as he trashed and cursed at them as he could, on the state he was in. However, the humans were not going to let him squirm his way out of this. They held him down. The dreaded Spartans held the Elite and allowed for the smaller, weaker humans, their scientists, to affix the device onto his head.
Once they did, Syla heard them speaking something, and he heard the scientist say a word that he could understand:
“Begin!”
Next thing he knew, his mind was overtaken.
Then he knew nothing more.
“Gotta hand it to the guys on research, they truly made wonders.” Said Spartan August as he watched the Elite they captured just a few weeks ago.
That one used to be as prideful and hateful of their kind as the others. And now there he was, giving his supervisor a lap-dance while wearing what one could only describe as a set of slutty lingerie made to fit an elite’s body.
“He does it like he was born for it!” August said as he smiled, watching as his captain ran his hands over the hips of the Elite, pulling him closer into his lap and grinding their hips together as he squeezed his ass.
“Indeed, the results are quite promising.” The scientist by the Spartan’s side said as he took notes on a digital pad. “Although, I hope we can find better uses for it than to turn aliens into sex workers for the Spartan unity.”
“Oh, come on, doc!” August said, “The boys deserve a reward for the hard work. The gals too. I mean, look at how happy cap is!”
“I rather not...” The scientist said, not wanting to look up as he did not want the sight of a Spartan having a sloppy make-out session with an Elite. “Anyways, it seems that Project Epiphany works just as intended.”
“I still think we should just call it Epi.” August said, and he took the liberty of groping his own crotch, adjusting his dick, which was getting hard from the little show he was seeing. “Man, can is really going at it with that Elite! That’s it, cap! Put that Covenant slut on his place!”
“Project Epiphany could change the course of this war. In fact, it could change the course of humanity’s history.” The doctor said. “The Elite has certainly become one-hundred percent obedient thanks to it. I will inform command that they can start mass production. The Covenant’s days are numbered.”
“Yeah, I will say, doc.” August was still watching the show, his own dick getting painfully hard inside of his pants. He would be sure to have a go at the Elite as soon as cap was done.
“Can I ask you one more question, doc?”
“Yes, Spartan August?”
“Why does the Epi look like a pair of glowing pink cat ears?”
“This was the design made to accommodate the brainwave interference devices on the headpiece.” Doc said, “And the pink color is because of the helium-based batteries. Helium emits a pink coloration when exposed to an extract current, in case you never paid attention to your science classes.”
“Oh, so that’s why.” August nodded. “I thought that the designers made it because they wanted the Elites to look like giant alien cat girls...”
“That’s just ludicrous.”
“Yeah, it may be...” August then let out a murr as he started to shamelessly grope himself through his pants. “But that certainly makes them hella sexy... say, doc, you can make them do anything by programming things on that pad of yours and sending the command to Epi to rewire their brains. Any chance you could make them act like cats?”
The doctor could only sigh after hearing this.
“To think the protection of our entire species relies on such a bunch of degenerate hornballs...” He said as he decided to just end the test and leave, while August remained to watch the live porn show.
Chapter 7: Ripto's Kingdom
Summary:
Sequel to part 1's Day 10
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Once Ripto bought the magic necklace from Moneybags, along with Spyro himself, the little dinosaur knew that nothing would be able to stand on his way.
He had no idea how that bear got his hands on the Dragon Thraller, the legendary magic necklace that could control the mind of any dragon, which Ripto had been looking for many years. And he had been using it to force Spyro to whore himself so he could make a buck out of him!
But it made no difference now.
All that costed him was a literal mountain of gems, and now the item was his! As well as the only dragon who would ever be able to stand on his way.
With this, Ripto’s taking of the Realms was a certainty.
Any of those stupid dragons who tried to stand on his way were turned into his obedient little slaves. Some of them were put into his army to help his taking and control of the lands. Some were put into “relief duty”, joining Spyro as permanent entertainment for Ripto’s troops.
Some, however, Ripto decided to keep for himself, for his own personal amusement.
And amuse him they did. As Ripto, now much bigger, thanks to the magic that those stupid dragons willingly gave to him, allowing him to finally become even taller than them, sat on his throne and watched as those dragons debased themselves for him.
Nestor, former leader of the artisans, was moaning like a bitch as he rode a dildo fixated to the ground, his voice broken and pained by the denial, since his dick, like that of all other dragons, was locked in permanent chastity, unable to cum or even to leak as he continued to defile himself for Ripto’s enjoyment. By his side, Cosmo was moaning even louder, as he had his legs up and was using his hand to drive a massive dildo in and out of his tailhole with sloppy sounds as the lube on the dildo helped him fuck himself better. And there was Bubba, who laid flat on his chest, using his own tail to grip on the base of the dildo and send it in and out of his ass in quick desperation, moaning like a bitch as he whimpered and begged to be allowed to cum.
All of them had pink eyes, of the same color of the gemstone of the collar that Ripto proudly bore around his neck, and that he used to control every single one of the dragons, brainwashed into obedient slaves to his will. As he did, he murred softly as Titan and Thomas were on their knees before him, obediently sucking his dick as he watched. Meanwhile, behind the throne, stood Trondo, who obediently massaged Ripto’s shoulders, easing the tension on his neck and helping the dinosaur fully enjoy himself fully.
“Oh, Ripto, great king and emperor of all and the most awesome guy on all of the realms!” Said Galvin, as he came in wearing a maid outfit and carrying a tray. “Here is your milkshake, sir!”
“Why, thank you.” Ripto said, taking the fancy glass filled with ice cream-based drink and drinking it from the straw.
“It is an honor for me to serve you, sir.” Galvin said, bowing his head. “By the way, you are awesome, and dragons are all lame losers.”
“Of course, you all are.” Ripto said, and then he looked over. “And how is my new painting come along?”
“Nearly finished, my lord.” Said Gildas with his huge brush, which he was using to make a gigantic painting of Ripto, on his new great form, standing proudly and magnificent, with Spyro groveling on his hands and knees before him while the dinosaur literally stepped on his head. “It will certainly show everyone who awesome and amazing you are, sir. And it will show what a loser Spyro has always been. Just like all of us dragons.”
“Good.” Ripto said, with a smirk on his lips as he went back to resting on his throne, enjoying the show, the massage, the tongues on his dick and the sweet flavor of his milkshake.
He certainly was having the time of his life.
Moneybags was certainly having the time of his life.
The money that he got from Ripto for Spyro and the necklace he used to control his mind allowed him to buy an entire beach as his personal property and to build a gigantic mansion of a beach house. And now, he was sunbathing as he was fanned and served grapes by the two gnorcs he hired just to do that.
He didn’t plan for this, of course. When he used that necklace to control Spyro, he only wanted to earn back the money of the purchases Spyro made with him and then had the nerve to try and refuse to pay. However, once Ripto made that good of an offer, there was no way Moneybags could ever have thought about refusing.
Of course, he delivered the hero of the realms into the hands of one of his most terrible enemies, as well as giving him a magical artifact of immense power that would allow him to enslave all dragon-kind and basically allow him to take over the lands and reign undisputed as a tyrant with no one to ever oppose him.
But that was not his problem.
He had everything he wanted and needed right there on his little piece of heaven. If others were going through hell, it was not his business. He was very happy there with his mansion, his servants, and the four cute blue faun girls who were all over him and sharing of this wonderful little retirement with him.
They were all so cute, and they all were only happy for making their Papa Bear happy with their bodies. They asked him to buy things to them nearly every day, but that was fine for him.
After all, he had enough money to spare.
Chapter 8: Controlled Dragon
Summary:
A new controller created by the elves prompts Jake to go and try to solve the problem. This time, however, things may play a little differently...
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“Another joystick!? Seriously!?”
That was all Jake could think of saying when he heard about the new magical artifact made by elves that was stolen by a group of hobgoblins.
Talk about déjà vu.
It was just like when he was a teenager and something strikingly similar happened. Oh well, he was no longer a teenager now. He was a college-age dragon with a lot more experience and maturity on his side, and who knew better than to try and use some strange magical artifact to try and make his life easier. He learned his lesson from what happened before.
He would just kick those hobs butts, take the joystick back to the elves and get this over with.
However, there was a notable difference from the last time that Jake passed through something like that: this time the elves had included a complete manual with every single cheat code from the joystick, and it included some functions that the previous one didn’t have.
Most notably, the “take control over enemy player” cheat code.
All the leader of the hobs had to do was press “X, O, left arrow, left arrow, triangle, X, X”, and Jake, who was flying in direction to them, stopped dead on his tracks. His eyes had gone completely white, and he just stood there like a statue while the hobs looked at him.
Jake Long, the American Dragon, was now under their control.
Controlling him was as easy as controlling an actual video game character with the joystick. He moved and acted as they wanted with presses of the buttons. He moved back, he flapped his wings and hoovered. He breathed fire. He... got an instant hard-on?
He... bent over and lifted his tail?
“Is it just me, or have the elves been getting kinkier lately?” one of the hobs said as they saw that the American Dragon turn around, lift his tail and spread his cheeks with his hands as he begged them to shove something up his slutty tailhole.
They didn’t necessarily dislike what they saw.
They also tried other cheat codes on the American Dragon. Like the “change skin” cheat code. With a press of that specific sequence of buttons, they could make different outfits appear on the American dragon.
At one moment it was a cowboy clothing. At another it was a pair of briefs with white socks and a male top. At another it was a French maid dress. At another it was a white miniskirt with a green blouse. At another it was a leather harness with matching cuffs on the wrists and ankles. At another it was a pair of skinny jeans shorts with a fish-net T-shirt. At another it was a snug latex suit that hugged his body tightly. At another it was a set of jet-black sexy lingerie that looked like it belonged in a Victoria Secret’s magazine.
Some of those were making the hobs become more than a little bit hot under the collar.
The leader then decided to try the cheat code to “immobilize adversary”.
In a flash of light, Jake was now all trussed up. His hands were tied behind his back, his wings were tied with thick leather belts and his legs were held in place and apart by a spreader bar. His tail had a leather strap tied to it and keeping it in an upright position by a short chain that connected it to the leather collar around the dragon’s neck. He had a ball-gag firmly lodged on his mouth and a hood covering his head and rendering him unable to see. As the cherry on top, the Am Dragon’s dick was hard again, and with a cock-ring on its’ base and, as they came closer to investigate, they also found out that he now had a dildo crammed in his tailhole!
Those elves were getting freakishly kinky...
Eventually, this proved to be too much for the hobs, as they all now wanted to do things with the American Dragon, and their boss was all on board.
The boss went first, of course, as he used a code to shift the ball-gag for a ring-gag, and he started fucking the dragon’s muzzle, with Jake being controlled to suck on it like an obedient little slut. After he came into his mouth, it was turn for the rest of the guys to have their turn, as they all now wanted a piece of that dragon’s tail.
With commands to change outfits to match better the situation, and commands to make the dragon do and say as they wanted, they all had a party. At one moment Jake was wearing those skinny jeans and fishnet shirt as he was on his knees before a hob, eagerly sucking his dick. At another, he was wearing the lingerie set, moaning like a bitch as he bounced on the dick of another hob. Then he was wearing the full-body latex suit, moaning as he serviced three hobs at once with his mouth and hands, all of them throwing insults at him and spitting on him, and Jake only thanked them for this and begged for more.
They had all had a go at the dragon by the time they were finally satisfied, and Jake continued to kneel in there like an obedient little slut.
“Man, that felt good!” one of the hobs said, “How I wish we could keep him...”
To that, the boss smirked.
“Who said we can’t?”
Yes, they could. With the joystick, they could keep him for as long as they desired. In fact, they could even use him for things other than sex. He was their little pawn now. Their little slave and toy for them to do with as they pleased.
Their joystick-controlled puppet.
With another press of buttons, Jake was, once more, in bondage. This time, however, he was in a four-legged position, as his arms and legs were bent and held in place by leather binders. This was another option of the “immobilize adversary” cheat code, and this one allowed for Jake to walk behind the leader like a dog as he guided him by a leash...
Chapter 9: Dog City's Lost Episode
Summary:
The truth behind an urban legend.
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“Eliot!!!” Ace screamed. “What kind of episode are you writing!?!?”
Ace had all the right to ask this. After all, this episode had started like any other. With him investigating something strange happening in Dog City. Something revolving around a new collar that seemed to be all the rage among the people of the city.
However, as Ace came very close to the truth, it quickly devolved into something that should NEVER be aired for children.
Those dogs were all having sex, for crying out loud!
They were all barking and going on all fours naked, and they were licking and mounting each other like there was no tomorrow!
Just what was Eliot doing with this episode!? Was it another case of the producer trying to change the direction the episode was going for!?
No. That could not be it. Even the guys of the TV company would never want Eliot to make something like that! Unless they were planning to make it a cartoon for adults from now on...
Wait, they were not going to make it a cartoon for adults, where they!?
“Eliot, okay, this has gone too far!” Ace said as he saw Rose among the dogs having sex, she was panting and howling as she was penetrated in both holes by a pair of dogs.
“I don’t know what is going on, but you gotta stop it right now! This is madness! This is not- w-what are you doing!?”
The big pencil came and started to draw something on Ace’s neck. Ace was horrified when he realized it was the very same collar that everyone else on the room was wearing. And that it had started blinking.
“No! Don’t you dare, Eliot! Don’t you da-”
His words were cut off immediately, as the collar around his neck beeped loudly, and then Ace’s eyes widened as his whole body went stiff, before relaxing.
He was now panting, his eyes glowing on the same shade of red as the blinking light on the technological-looking collar, as it shut down all his conscious thoughts and caused him to immediately go int heat.
The pencil came back, and this time the eraser end was used. It erased Ace’s clothes, one item at the time. Starting with his hat. Then it erased his overcoat, and then his shirt, then his pants, his masculine tank-top and, finally, it erased his tenting underwear, leaving him naked as the day he was born.
Soon, the pencil was nudging Ace, urging him to go and join the dogs. Ace soon was doing it, as he went down on all four and started prancing in direction to the other dogs.
He arrived into the ones who were fucking Rose. It was a big dog, and he was panting and growling as he bred the bitch’s tailhole.
Ace was soon sniffing at his butt, until he found his tailhole. Then, he stuck his tongue out and started to lap at that winking pucker, running his tongue over and around it, and even slipping it inside, what caused the dog to howl loud as he was tongued like that.
Then, after a while of tonguing, Ace climbed on top of him, getting into position as he aligned his own hard and throbbing dick with the tailhole of his partner. They both howled in pleasure as Ace penetrated him, and he started breeding his new playmate as he bred Rose.
Soon, another dog was joining on their little fucktrain, this one a girly-looking poodle, and he was mounting Ace and breeding him hard, adding to the pleasure.
All the worries and rational thoughts were gone now. Ace didn’t care about anything other than fucking anymore. He didn’t care about anything other than pleasure, all thanks to the collar around his neck that shut off all those pesky higher thought processes and allowed him to fully embrace his animalistic desires.
He was happier than he ever was as he took part the first Dog City’s Great Dog Orgy. With many more to come into the future.
“Man, that’s so fucking hot!” The dog said as he panted and continued to draw the scene, seeing as the characters came to life as he drew them. His cousin Eliot had told him about this being how he worked, but it was even better than he imagined!
It was like a porn movie where he was the director!
He continued to pant as he masturbated at the show, his free hand still drawing to the scene, now adding things like sex toys and a bondage rack.
Oh! He just had a wonderful idea! To add a bunch of big and strong dogs! Mastiffs! All of them muscular like bodybuilders and with raging hard-ons between their legs!
Yes, that was great! They would be the masters! All dressed like bondage daddies and they would he the ones running the dog-pound from now on! They would be the new lords of Dog City! No! They would be the new lords of BITCH CITY! The one and only city where animated dogs had debauched sex every day!
“Malcom, you there!?” Eliot asked as he made it to his studio. “Malcom, you left the TV on aga- What the hell are you doing!?!?!?”
Eliot was in for a shock as he saw his cousin, who was visiting him, leaning over his desk, with his dick out and leaking due to masturbating furiously and with a nosebleed.
However, he was far more shocked with what his cousin had been drawing.
After fixing all of the things Malcom did to Dog City and making sure no one, especially Ace, remembered anything, Eliot made sure that this specific episode was never aired or talked about by ANYONE, even though the stories of a missing episode of Dog City would become topic for a very interesting urban legend and creepy pasta material on the decades to come.
And, of course, he never, EVER allowed his cousin Malcom into his studio again...
Chapter 10: Stars of the Show
Summary:
Four Skylanders go to a show they received an invitation for, unaware that they are the main event.
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“So, is this the place?” Tuff Luck asked, as she looked over the place where this “special show” was supposed to happen. By her side, Trap Shadow, Snap Shot and Rattle Snake stood, all of them looking at the rundown, abandoned-looking place while Snap double and even triple checked the address on the invitation he had received.
“I guess so...” Said the blue lizard. “It is what it says in here.”
The four Skylanders traded looks as they wondered if this could really be the place where a big party would be happening. However, from what they knew about the young nowadays, making parties in old houses that looked like they could very well be abandoned seemed to be a trend. So, the four of them eventually walked inside.
Right on the entry hall, there where already balloons and a big gnorc, one of the many races of the Skylands, standing guard before a door with a plank written “18+ ONLY” over it. He looked at the four newcomers, and he had them show both the invitation and their IDs before letting the four of them in with a smile as he told them to “enjoy the show”.
They soon saw themselves in what seemed to be a rock show stage, with a crowd in there, all of them wearing cloaks.
“Maybe it is some kind of gothic band?” Trap Shadow said while looking around, seeing all the figures there wearing cloaks and talking to each other, as they were all waiting for the show to begin.
“Isssss it jussssst me, or are they looking at usssss?” Rattle Snake asked as he slithered by the sides of his friends, as he could not help but notice that everyone in there seemed to be turning their heads to look at them. He even had the impression that he could see some of them smirking, even licking their lips, from the darkness of their cloaks.
“Hello, and good night!” Said a troll on the stage. “I’d like to welcome you all for this show tonight! And I’d like to give a special welcome to our four special guests, members of the noble hero team who defends our homeland, the Skylanders!”
A spotlight shone on the four heroes, while the crowd formed a circle around them, applauding and cheering them, causing the four to become slightly flustered.
“Let’s hope you can enjoy this show!” The troll said to the four. “And, in your honor, our star will be playing a new song that he made just for you! Please, welcome him to the stage!”
With this, the troll walked off the stage, allowing said star to make it to the center and stand in attention of the crowd, including the four Skylanders, who recognized him nearly immediately.
“Wolfgang!?!?” Snap Shot blurted out as he, like the others, saw the famous criminal werewolf standing there with his bone harp, grinning like a madman.
“This one is for you, Sky-Losers!” The wolf-man said as he howled and then started playing. By the time the Skylanders realized what was happening, it was too late. The tunes coming from the bone harp made it to their ears, entering their minds and altering their thoughts, as the wolf played his new song “Wild Desires”.
The four of them stood where they were, listening to the music and smiling dopily as they heard it. As they stood there, Snap Shot and Rattle Snake’s dicks came out of their slits, their hemipenises standing in attention as they got aroused. Shadow Trap also got aroused, as his dick hardened and tented his pants. Even Tuff Luck was aroused, as a damp spot started forming on her panties as she continued to listen to those songs that put her on a trance while making her aroused.
By the time the song was over, the four heroes looked like they were having erotic daydreams that made them all completely unaware of their surroundings.
“And that is it for my part of the show!” Wolfgang said happily. “Now it has come the time for the heroes to be the stars! Take off those clothes, goody two-shoes! The crowd is dying to have fun!”
The four of them obeyed the commands. Snap Trap hardly had any clothes at all, while Rattle Snake just took off his hat and jacket. The felines had more cloth to remove, as they let their clothes drop to their feet as they stood there only on their fur, with Shadow Trap’s barbed dick standing into attention and throbbing with each beat of his heart, and Tuff’s voluptuous body all show, with her pussy dripping with juices between her legs.
As they did, the crowd around them removed their cloaks, revealing themselves to be trolls, goblins and gnorcs, all of them looking like they could hardly wait to have fun with the four heroes.
Soon, the party got started, with the four of them being passed from person to person and used like toys.
Rattle Snake was servicing four trolls at once, sucking one off while he gave hand-jobs to other two, and coiled the tip of his tail around another’s to give him a good rubbing. Trap Shadow was on all fours, moaning as he was spit-roasted by a pair of goblins, who slapped both his face and ass as they fucked him from both ends. Snap Trap had his head thrown back and was moaning like a dying bitch as he was made to bounce on a massive gnorc’s dick, being used like a fleslight by the green brute while other gnorcs waited for their chance to use that blue toy. And Tuff Luck was sandwiched between two bad guys, who were fucking both her pussy and her asshole hard, making her moan like a bitch as they used her like a cheap hooker, and she, like the others, was begging for more.
All the while Wolfgang watched it with a smirk on his face and a camera on his hand, recording the entire action so later he could share it with his friends of the Doom Raiders and then post it online for all the Skylands to see.