A hesitant shiver runs down my spine as I leave the path behind me. The gravel and shells beneath my feet are soon replaced by underbrush, mud and moss, the sunlight barely creeping through the canopy above. I tightly grasp my sword, ready to unsheathe it at the slightest perceived threat, and advance deeper into the forest.

The woods are unforgiving. Not only are they rarely visited in the first place, sightings of a rumored beast and locals disappearing have led to my village being essentially cut off from the outside world. So, being the hero that I am, I set out into the woods with my trusty armor and blade.

Of course, being a seasoned fighter, I felt like it was my duty to protect my village; but my history as a hunter could also prove important in tracking down the beast. Nobody who’d gone missing had returned, but the rumors of the beast were quite worrisome. Large, massive even, feral, black fur and horns. A combination of bovid and lupine. None of the rumors lined up, essentially. But the one consistency was fearsome. I, however, don’t feel that fear for a mere rumor.

The scent of pine and wet wood fills my nostrils, but there’s something else that’s corrupting the smell. Something that I can’t quite put my finger on, but whatever it might be, it’s… vile. A certain sour smell, the kind that makes your nose sting, as if you’re permanently on the edge of sneezing. I don’t let it scare me off, though. If anything, it’s only making it easier to track the beast – assuming that’s the source of the pungent smell.

As I continue to march deeper into the woods, I find myself stumbling upon trampled bushes and sticks more and more frequently. At first I dismiss them, thinking it’s potentially the result of a bear or deer, though as the trampled spots become more and more frequent, I rule out the possibility of the latter – the destruction is too massive for a deer, and bears don’t really come here. There is always the chance that it is a rogue bear, I suppose, but they don’t have horns… and that was one of the most consistently stated rumors.

Though, the deeper I go off the path, the more evidence I find towards the beast being a predator – and a massive one, at that. As I take a step over a fallen branch, I hear the sound of my feet hitting something liquid, and the stinging scent is so strong here that tears form in my eyes. I look down, and notice a bloody pool of remains underneath my feet. I’m unable to figure out what – or who – the remains originally belonged to, but whatever it was, it stood no chance.

My fingers instinctively wrap tighter around my sword as I notice dragging trails heading to the north of me. I take a quick breath to ground myself, before deciding to follow the evidence. I’ve come this far; this is not the point to pussy out. The least I can do is at least figure out what we’re dealing with and return for backup if I can’t handle it alone.

I swipe away the branches blocking my vision, following the bloodied underbrush as I chase behind whatever beast might be awaiting me on the other side. It doesn’t take me a long time to find out where the body was dragged to: As I pass by a thorny bush, I find myself standing in front of a hollow, moist carvern.

“[i]perfect,”[/i] I think to myself. “[i]Just the right hiding spot for a bear… or perhaps a large feline?”[/i] I think to myself as I carefully step inside the cavern. It’s wet and slippery as a result of said moistness, and the stench is at its worst here. I try to reach for my torch, attempting to light it up with my tinderbox, but before I even get to trying I notice that there’s an unidentifiable slimy substance on the torch.

“[i]what..? what is that?”[/i] I think, before suddenly feeling a droplet falling on the top of my helmet. My heart sinks into my stomach from fear, and a rush of dopamine sends tingles down my spine as I look up to see the source of whatever liquid just landed on my helmet.

As I stare upwards, I gaze directly into two piercing golden eyes. Clinging onto the cave ceiling, the head of a goat, with four horns adorned with golden jewelery, stares back at me with an amused excitement. It is undoubtably not a goat though, by account of their rows of razor-sharp teeth and long, barbed golden tongue. ‘

Their strong, muscled body is much more massive than that of a goat, with massive claws for hands and a black furred tail ending in a more scaly gold. An eerie, black substance seems to be leaking from their undeniably massive cock, which also has a golden piercing.

The creature opens it’s mouth, completely unhinging it’s jaw as if preparing to swallow me whole, and in response I immediately draw my sword and take a stance. I’m not prepared to go down without a fight, no matter how fearsome my opponent. This doesn’t deter it though, rather, instead it seems amused by my response.

It lets go of the ceiling, flawlessly twisting around mid-air and landing on all fours in front of me. Now that it’s standing directly in front me, I really notice just how big it is. I could easily fit inside its’ stomach, but that won’t scare me. I swing forward once, aiming for the creature’s long, lulling tongue. It easily dodges my attack, swooshing it’s golden tail towards my ankles once, and the world suddenly flips upside down.

I panic as I feel myself fall backwards fast and hard. My helmet catches the blunt of the fall, however, my vision does go foggy for a second as I try to regain my senses from being taken down just like that. Immediately, I attempt to scramble upwards, but am met with a massive claw slamming down on my chestplate and forcing me to the ground.

The creature looms over me and I prepare for the end, but instead it chuckles darkly. It stares directly into my eyes, and suddenly they flash a bright gold. My vision fills with the golden light, the world warps, and my grip of the sword loosens. I feel my breathing pick up as I panic, confused about what had just taken place.

All of the knowledge on the creature suddenly fills my mind. “[i]Obey the beast”[/i] echoes through every part of my brain. “[i]Serve the beast”[/i] takes the forefront as it replaces the chant of obedience, and they take turns dominating my brain. Occasionally, an intense craving for sex and hunger pierces through, but they’re secondary. Above all, I must serve. Above all, I must obey.

I groan as the sound of shattering metal echoes through the cave, my horns piercing through the weak helmet. My body is filled with an odd, indescribable itch all over, as if I’m a snake that needs to shed its’ skin. I feel my back arch upwards as I shatter my armor, my body shifting and turning and convulsing all on its’ own.

My mind is still filled with the golden flash taking over my entire consciousness, and as I pant in a way to let the stress fade away, the creature lets go of my chest. I turn around, presenting my back rather than being stomach side up, and the creature immediately – near instinctively – knows how to respond as it takes it’s claws to my hind legs and spreads them apart.

Master’s clawed hand grabs my tail and pulls it upwards, and without mercy he forces his pierced cock down my tailhole. I immediately groan loudly, a near guttural roar, as a result of the sudden penetration. His cock is massive, not something I’m used to taking up my ass. I can’t help but grow erect, myself, either though, and as I lean forward on my left arm, I allow my right paw to drift towards my own crotch as I begin to pleasure myself.

He doesn’t react to my masturbation, instead choosing to continually use my newly transformed tailhole for his own pleasure. The beast moans loudly as the same black liquid dribbles down my ass, onto my hind legs, and onto the floor. He arches back, tightly grabbing onto my thighs, and I feel his warm sperm shoot down my stomach.

The liquid instantly coats my insides, and I’m filled with intense bursts of mind-melting pleasure as my main goal – obeying and serving master – is fulfilled. My grip around my own cock tightens as my stroking speed up, and moments later I, too, bust my own black, tar-like load onto the cavern floor.

Satisfied, I collapse, panting and using my horns to scratch an itch on my back. I look back at the beast, whose eyes are still filled with an amused hunger. The word [i]Rise[/i] echoes through my mind, and I find myself rising to my feet immediately. As suddenly as the beast had appeared, he fades into the night again. I am left with the silence of the night, but the silence in my mind has long been replaced. Rather than my usual internal monologue, the leftover craving for obedience has given me a new primary directive. Spread. And there happens to be a village nearby that’ll have plenty of new blood.

