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Commission for guardiantaiga guardiantaiga", "writing": "“With my trusted greatsword in hand, I couldn’t help but run towards the damned golem” My voice rang throughout the tavern with an indignant neigh, the story of my most recent exploit reaching everyone’s ears “And with a single strike, I sliced the golem in twain”\n\nCheers and applause roared through the crowd as I finally reached the climax of my story. Not just anyone could’ve beaten the ancient magi’s ruins, then again, not everyone was Pierce Shieldbreaker. No other stallion could match my strength nor my endurance to take it on.\n\nI take another swig of tepid ale after raising my mug signaling others to do so. I needed more ale if I were to have any real fun tonight.\n\n“Were there any traps?” A feline asked from the crowd. Some nodded asking the same question, while others cared not for the details and elected to get another swig in “I mean, any good dungeon’s gotta have SOME traps, right?”\n\nMemories of all my near death experiences suddenly flooded back to me. Remembering all of the flying arrows accompanied by darts laced with who knows what made me smile, to be honest. To think I could avoid almost every trap.\n\n“Aye there were a lot of traps” I raised my hand to show off a scar that had already healed, a hole that cut straight through my palm “But aside from this wee little scratch, none were able to hurt me!”\n\nIndeed, not many of the traps are able to hurt me, yet truth be told, another trap did hit me. I mean it did nothing, it was probably just some sort of dud right? After the magic hit me, I barely felt a thing, heck I barely even moved after it. Pushing the memory of the failed trap to the back of my mind, I proceeded to get off the table and order another drink from the bartender.\n\nI sat there by the counter, my eyes scanning the crowd, eyeing my next prize for tonight. I’ve had my fill of men in the past, but someone intriguing caught my eye. A sheepish looking, er sheep, sitting all alone at the other end of the bar. His bleary eyes seemed to bore deep into his drink as he nursed it. He seems like a fun score.\n\nI slowly trotted to the other end of the bar, running my hand through my luscious mane. I felt like I was at the top of the world, still running on adrenaline and cheap ale. I felt a need in my pants at the sight of the sheep, and I knew he was the one for tonight.\n\n“Hey, what’s got you looking so glum,” I say, sliding over next to the sheep, I was practically a head taller than the woolen bovine. His response was just a surprised look and double take as he seemed to recognize who I was.\n\n“You, you’re Pierce Shieldbreaker!” The sheep was surprised, to say the least, “What’re you doing here?” Ah, it seems I’ve met a fan, even better.\n\n\n“Why talking to you of course,” I said, sliding my hand over his “I was hoping we could have some fun tonight, you and me. A one on one session so to speak” I give him an expectant wink which only made him even more sheepish, and even a bit reddish.\n\n“Ummm… err. Yeah, yes, ind.. I’d love to!” The sheep suddenly stood up spilling his drink “I have a room upstairs if you want!” I only nodded as he led me by the hand up the stairs leaving the sound of raucous laughter behind us.\n\nThe room was simple, spartan to be precise. It was just another dinky old single bed inn room with a dirty window and equally dirty table to the side. I could see the sheep’s bag to the side, which was hastily being filled in an attempt to clean up the room. It was nice, cute in a way, but I was needy.\n\nI took hold of the sheep’s hand as he placed another bundle of clothes in his bag and pulled him in. I felt my body press up against him and proceeded to press my lips against his. He was too short and I was practically raising him off the ground at this point, but he didn’t seem to care.\n\nAs my tongue parted his lips, I felt his own try and make way into my own. Sounds of our weak moans were muffled by the sound of the drunken party starting below us “Why don’t we take this to the bed?”\n\nThe sheep only nodded in a drunken stupor, one which I took as a yes, and proceeded to carry him to the bed. Slowly I took off his clothes one by one with my teeth. Slowly I unbuttoned his simple cotton shirt, revealing a thick layer of wool underneath. I couldn’t help but run my fingers through the cloud like wool. The motion made the sheep purr under my hand like some sort of cat, how cute.\n\nAfter snapping out of his ecstatic state and realizing what he did, I was now looking up at a sheepish red face. I proceeded to make him go to a deeper shade of red as I proceeded to undo his trousers, the thick britches being pulled off to reveal a bit more wool down there, albeit darker.\n\nI had to bury my hands deep into the wool to find my treasure, and find it I did. I playfully stroked at the cock buried under layers of wool, coaxing its tapered tip from its wooly prison. When I finally saw a hint of pink where my hand was, I held back a giggle at the sight of it.\n\nThe cock barely broke past the thick wool, its pink tip like a mountain's crest barely breaking past the clouds. Pre leaked from what little cock I could see and I moved my hand downward, fondling an equally small set of balls below it.\n\nMoans turned into bleats as the sheep felt ecstasy from my handiwork. I could feel my own member harden in response, yet it felt unusual. The usual tightness I felt from getting turned on was missing, I could still feel myself get hard, but it didn't feel like my britches were as tight around my cock.\nI pushed the thought out of my mind, blaming the strange feeling of drunkenness and cheap ale. Letting go of the sheep’s balls for a bit, I quickly stripped my armor off leaving me in simple under armor. I could feel the sheep watch me from his position, his head pressed against his chest just to get a glimpse of a great hero undressing before him. I know I would too if I were him.\n\nWanting to put on a show, I slowly removed my undershirt, revealing a cream colored abdomen with splotches of brown, the white only adding detail to my pectorals and abdomen. Slowly, I moved my hands down the brown trail of fur under my belly button, sliding one hand under my trousers while the other to the cord holding it in place.\n\nI knew the sheep was enjoying the show as more pre seemed to leak from his cock, coating the surrounding wool, and matting it against his crotch. Drool seemed to do the same thing as a line of it began to drip from one side of his mouth as it was held in a stupidly cute grin.\n\nThen, when I finally had enough fun, I pulled the cord with all my might, letting my trousers fall into a heap between my ankles. With my other hand, I had already fished for my cock and held it in my grasp, though it did feel a bit easier to clasp my hand around it which was peculiar\n\n“Whaa…” the sheep uttered, the look of excitement turning into dumbfoundedness “err.. Is that it?” There was a certain disdain in the sheep’s voice, disdain with a hint of pity and mockery for some reason. Was a stallion's cock not big enough for him?\n\nI proceeded to try and pump my cock to make it bigger, with emphasis on “try”. As soon as I tried to stroke myself I was surprised to have let go of my own cock. Immediately I tried to look down and see what had happened.\n\nI was always a top, a stallion among stallions. My cock stood at a staggering nine inches, more than any common equine. Yet, now what barely hung between my legs was nothing more than a nub barely two inches long. I could feel blood rush to my head at the sight.\n\n“Oooh, now I know why you carry around a greatsword all the time!” The sheep was holding back his laughter as we both continued to stare at my now diminutive dick “I would too with a little useless dicklet like that!”\n\nI looked back at the sheep who was now stroking his not so small cock, making a double take making sure I was seeing things right. What happened to my cock? I tried to stroke it again making sure my eyes weren’t tricking me. Yet all I felt was a surge of ecstasy as barely two fingers wrapped around my cocklet, pre already leaking from its flat tip. I blush realizing how I looked stroking a tiny cocklet in front of another fur.\n\n“What, no!?” I squeaked back at him “This isn’t right, this isn’t my cock!” My mind was racing as to what could’ve caused this. Was it the cold? Was it something I ate? Was it some sort of curse? Suddenly the beam of magic that hit me in the dungeon made a bit more sense. I could feel my heart drop at the realization of what that magic probably did.\n\n“Awww, and whose is it?” the sheep was more confident now as if shifting personalities “Does someone else own this widdle toy? Or do you want someone to take control of it?” The sheep changed positions now, leaning on the small bed’s headboard, spreading his legs, and presenting his cock even more now.\n\nI could only gawk as the pink cock in front of me leaked pre with every stroke. I could feel the sheep’s gaze bore itself into my very being, judging me, laughing at me, pitying me.\n\n“No, that’s not what I meant” I was grasping at straws now, making reasons as if I was hiding some big dumb secret “It’s some sort of cu..” Suddenly I felt the sheep’s finger on my lips, shushing me as if some sort of petulant child on the verge of crying.\n\n“Shhh. I’ve heard it all before” the sheep left me dumbstruck as he began to rummage around his luggage, looking for something “I know just what to do with a little dick like that. And here I was hoping to get something big and heroic rammed into me tonight” Standing back triumphantly, the sheep held a quill in one hand and a crystal wrapped in parchment in the other.\n\nBefore I could utter another word, the sheep fell on his knees and began to stroke my minuscule cock. Moans came forth rather than words from my mouth, every little touch sending shivers down my spine. Never had I felt a hand fully wrap around my cock, and surely this is the first time I’ve felt it is fully engorged in one.\n\nI had been so focused on the soft hand playing with my cock I had almost forgotten about the crystal and parchment, only to see it float some ways to the side of us, an image forming on the parchment. I could already make out the telltale image of my gorgeous mane and visage forming on it.\n\n“Umm.. what is that?” I ask the sheep pointing to the parchment, now showing an image up to my chest.\n\n“Oh nothing that concerns you, little one” There was an emphasis on those last words, an emphasis that struck me deeply to my core “Why don’t we focus on our little friend here?”\n\nI felt my toes curl as his breath warmed my cock, making it pulse flail about as the sheep stopped stroking my cocklet. The sheep saw me pout at the sudden lack of stimulation, which only made him laugh.\n\n“You think I’d let a little dinky cock like that cum? Not a chance” I felt a very patronizing pat on my shrunken balls as the sheep prepared his quill as if about to write on something ” Cocks are like weapons you see, some big some, SMALL”\n\nI couldn’t help but blush at all his remarks, I had never felt being trodden down like this before. Yet I couldn’t say he was wrong. I often said I wielded a greatsword both in bed and battle. Yet now I could nary call it a weapon and much more like a toy.\n\n“I’d say some males had greatswords between their legs, but yours is barely a short sword” I squirmed in place as the sheep continued to belittle my shrunken cock, eliciting moans with every tiny touch “Heck I couldn’t even call it a short sword and more like a toy sword not fit for use!”\n\nI buried my face in my palms as I was pushed onto my back onto the bed. I could barely look the sheep in the eyes, and he probably didn’t care. Soon I felt the tip of his brush rub against my crotch and my thighs, leaving a warm sensation where the brush left their mark.\n\n“Now this is magic ink, I’m a scribe you see” there was a commanding tone to the sheep’s voice, sharp yet blunt “Now, I was planning on writing pathetic on your tiny shaft, but it seems there isn’t enough space, I guess this’ll have to do”\n\nSoon I saw a mirror in front of my face, floating due to more of the sheep’s magic. I dreaded what he had written, yet curiosity got the better of me as my eyes instinctively slid their gaze downwards. The words “Pathetic”, “Useless” and even “Worthless”. I was on the verge of crying as I tried to rub those words out, yet none of the ink smeared.\n\n“Good luck with that” The sheep took the crystal and parchment, now fully covered in an image of what I could only assume was our encounter here tonight “The ink’s enchanted to never come off, much like you. Now get out!”\n\n\nAs I was thrust out the door, still naked, my armor and clothes were thrown out after me. I sat there naked, afraid and shivering from the night air leaking through the wooden walls. I felt helpless and small, clutching my tiny member in my hand in an attempt to hide them. I couldn’t help but stare at the words written on my crotch, hoping they didn't stay true and that the sheep was lying about the enchantment.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“With my trusted greatsword in hand, I couldn’t help but run towards the damned golem” My voice rang throughout the tavern with an indignant neigh, the story of my most recent exploit reaching everyone’s ears “And with a single strike, I sliced the golem in twain”

Cheers and applause roared through the crowd as I finally reached the climax of my story. Not just anyone could’ve beaten the ancient magi’s ruins, then again, not everyone was Pierce Shieldbreaker. No other stallion could match my strength nor my endurance to take it on.

I take another swig of tepid ale after raising my mug signaling others to do so. I needed more ale if I were to have any real fun tonight.

“Were there any traps?” A feline asked from the crowd. Some nodded asking the same question, while others cared not for the details and elected to get another swig in “I mean, any good dungeon’s gotta have SOME traps, right?”

Memories of all my near death experiences suddenly flooded back to me. Remembering all of the flying arrows accompanied by darts laced with who knows what made me smile, to be honest. To think I could avoid almost every trap.

“Aye there were a lot of traps” I raised my hand to show off a scar that had already healed, a hole that cut straight through my palm “But aside from this wee little scratch, none were able to hurt me!”

Indeed, not many of the traps are able to hurt me, yet truth be told, another trap did hit me. I mean it did nothing, it was probably just some sort of dud right? After the magic hit me, I barely felt a thing, heck I barely even moved after it. Pushing the memory of the failed trap to the back of my mind, I proceeded to get off the table and order another drink from the bartender.

I sat there by the counter, my eyes scanning the crowd, eyeing my next prize for tonight. I’ve had my fill of men in the past, but someone intriguing caught my eye. A sheepish looking, er sheep, sitting all alone at the other end of the bar. His bleary eyes seemed to bore deep into his drink as he nursed it. He seems like a fun score.

I slowly trotted to the other end of the bar, running my hand through my luscious mane. I felt like I was at the top of the world, still running on adrenaline and cheap ale. I felt a need in my pants at the sight of the sheep, and I knew he was the one for tonight.

“Hey, what’s got you looking so glum,” I say, sliding over next to the sheep, I was practically a head taller than the woolen bovine. His response was just a surprised look and double take as he seemed to recognize who I was.

“You, you’re Pierce Shieldbreaker!” The sheep was surprised, to say the least, “What’re you doing here?” Ah, it seems I’ve met a fan, even better.


“Why talking to you of course,” I said, sliding my hand over his “I was hoping we could have some fun tonight, you and me. A one on one session so to speak” I give him an expectant wink which only made him even more sheepish, and even a bit reddish.

“Ummm… err. Yeah, yes, ind.. I’d love to!” The sheep suddenly stood up spilling his drink “I have a room upstairs if you want!” I only nodded as he led me by the hand up the stairs leaving the sound of raucous laughter behind us.

The room was simple, spartan to be precise. It was just another dinky old single bed inn room with a dirty window and equally dirty table to the side. I could see the sheep’s bag to the side, which was hastily being filled in an attempt to clean up the room. It was nice, cute in a way, but I was needy.

I took hold of the sheep’s hand as he placed another bundle of clothes in his bag and pulled him in. I felt my body press up against him and proceeded to press my lips against his. He was too short and I was practically raising him off the ground at this point, but he didn’t seem to care.

As my tongue parted his lips, I felt his own try and make way into my own. Sounds of our weak moans were muffled by the sound of the drunken party starting below us “Why don’t we take this to the bed?”

The sheep only nodded in a drunken stupor, one which I took as a yes, and proceeded to carry him to the bed. Slowly I took off his clothes one by one with my teeth. Slowly I unbuttoned his simple cotton shirt, revealing a thick layer of wool underneath. I couldn’t help but run my fingers through the cloud like wool. The motion made the sheep purr under my hand like some sort of cat, how cute.

After snapping out of his ecstatic state and realizing what he did, I was now looking up at a sheepish red face. I proceeded to make him go to a deeper shade of red as I proceeded to undo his trousers, the thick britches being pulled off to reveal a bit more wool down there, albeit darker.

I had to bury my hands deep into the wool to find my treasure, and find it I did. I playfully stroked at the cock buried under layers of wool, coaxing its tapered tip from its wooly prison. When I finally saw a hint of pink where my hand was, I held back a giggle at the sight of it.

The cock barely broke past the thick wool, its pink tip like a mountain's crest barely breaking past the clouds. Pre leaked from what little cock I could see and I moved my hand downward, fondling an equally small set of balls below it.

Moans turned into bleats as the sheep felt ecstasy from my handiwork. I could feel my own member harden in response, yet it felt unusual. The usual tightness I felt from getting turned on was missing, I could still feel myself get hard, but it didn't feel like my britches were as tight around my cock.
I pushed the thought out of my mind, blaming the strange feeling of drunkenness and cheap ale. Letting go of the sheep’s balls for a bit, I quickly stripped my armor off leaving me in simple under armor. I could feel the sheep watch me from his position, his head pressed against his chest just to get a glimpse of a great hero undressing before him. I know I would too if I were him.

Wanting to put on a show, I slowly removed my undershirt, revealing a cream colored abdomen with splotches of brown, the white only adding detail to my pectorals and abdomen. Slowly, I moved my hands down the brown trail of fur under my belly button, sliding one hand under my trousers while the other to the cord holding it in place.

I knew the sheep was enjoying the show as more pre seemed to leak from his cock, coating the surrounding wool, and matting it against his crotch. Drool seemed to do the same thing as a line of it began to drip from one side of his mouth as it was held in a stupidly cute grin.

Then, when I finally had enough fun, I pulled the cord with all my might, letting my trousers fall into a heap between my ankles. With my other hand, I had already fished for my cock and held it in my grasp, though it did feel a bit easier to clasp my hand around it which was peculiar

“Whaa…” the sheep uttered, the look of excitement turning into dumbfoundedness “err.. Is that it?” There was a certain disdain in the sheep’s voice, disdain with a hint of pity and mockery for some reason. Was a stallion's cock not big enough for him?

I proceeded to try and pump my cock to make it bigger, with emphasis on “try”. As soon as I tried to stroke myself I was surprised to have let go of my own cock. Immediately I tried to look down and see what had happened.

I was always a top, a stallion among stallions. My cock stood at a staggering nine inches, more than any common equine. Yet, now what barely hung between my legs was nothing more than a nub barely two inches long. I could feel blood rush to my head at the sight.

“Oooh, now I know why you carry around a greatsword all the time!” The sheep was holding back his laughter as we both continued to stare at my now diminutive dick “I would too with a little useless dicklet like that!”

I looked back at the sheep who was now stroking his not so small cock, making a double take making sure I was seeing things right. What happened to my cock? I tried to stroke it again making sure my eyes weren’t tricking me. Yet all I felt was a surge of ecstasy as barely two fingers wrapped around my cocklet, pre already leaking from its flat tip. I blush realizing how I looked stroking a tiny cocklet in front of another fur.

“What, no!?” I squeaked back at him “This isn’t right, this isn’t my cock!” My mind was racing as to what could’ve caused this. Was it the cold? Was it something I ate? Was it some sort of curse? Suddenly the beam of magic that hit me in the dungeon made a bit more sense. I could feel my heart drop at the realization of what that magic probably did.

“Awww, and whose is it?” the sheep was more confident now as if shifting personalities “Does someone else own this widdle toy? Or do you want someone to take control of it?” The sheep changed positions now, leaning on the small bed’s headboard, spreading his legs, and presenting his cock even more now.

I could only gawk as the pink cock in front of me leaked pre with every stroke. I could feel the sheep’s gaze bore itself into my very being, judging me, laughing at me, pitying me.

“No, that’s not what I meant” I was grasping at straws now, making reasons as if I was hiding some big dumb secret “It’s some sort of cu..” Suddenly I felt the sheep’s finger on my lips, shushing me as if some sort of petulant child on the verge of crying.

“Shhh. I’ve heard it all before” the sheep left me dumbstruck as he began to rummage around his luggage, looking for something “I know just what to do with a little dick like that. And here I was hoping to get something big and heroic rammed into me tonight” Standing back triumphantly, the sheep held a quill in one hand and a crystal wrapped in parchment in the other.

Before I could utter another word, the sheep fell on his knees and began to stroke my minuscule cock. Moans came forth rather than words from my mouth, every little touch sending shivers down my spine. Never had I felt a hand fully wrap around my cock, and surely this is the first time I’ve felt it is fully engorged in one.

I had been so focused on the soft hand playing with my cock I had almost forgotten about the crystal and parchment, only to see it float some ways to the side of us, an image forming on the parchment. I could already make out the telltale image of my gorgeous mane and visage forming on it.

“Umm.. what is that?” I ask the sheep pointing to the parchment, now showing an image up to my chest.

“Oh nothing that concerns you, little one” There was an emphasis on those last words, an emphasis that struck me deeply to my core “Why don’t we focus on our little friend here?”

I felt my toes curl as his breath warmed my cock, making it pulse flail about as the sheep stopped stroking my cocklet. The sheep saw me pout at the sudden lack of stimulation, which only made him laugh.

“You think I’d let a little dinky cock like that cum? Not a chance” I felt a very patronizing pat on my shrunken balls as the sheep prepared his quill as if about to write on something ” Cocks are like weapons you see, some big some, SMALL”

I couldn’t help but blush at all his remarks, I had never felt being trodden down like this before. Yet I couldn’t say he was wrong. I often said I wielded a greatsword both in bed and battle. Yet now I could nary call it a weapon and much more like a toy.

“I’d say some males had greatswords between their legs, but yours is barely a short sword” I squirmed in place as the sheep continued to belittle my shrunken cock, eliciting moans with every tiny touch “Heck I couldn’t even call it a short sword and more like a toy sword not fit for use!”

I buried my face in my palms as I was pushed onto my back onto the bed. I could barely look the sheep in the eyes, and he probably didn’t care. Soon I felt the tip of his brush rub against my crotch and my thighs, leaving a warm sensation where the brush left their mark.

“Now this is magic ink, I’m a scribe you see” there was a commanding tone to the sheep’s voice, sharp yet blunt “Now, I was planning on writing pathetic on your tiny shaft, but it seems there isn’t enough space, I guess this’ll have to do”

Soon I saw a mirror in front of my face, floating due to more of the sheep’s magic. I dreaded what he had written, yet curiosity got the better of me as my eyes instinctively slid their gaze downwards. The words “Pathetic”, “Useless” and even “Worthless”. I was on the verge of crying as I tried to rub those words out, yet none of the ink smeared.

“Good luck with that” The sheep took the crystal and parchment, now fully covered in an image of what I could only assume was our encounter here tonight “The ink’s enchanted to never come off, much like you. Now get out!”


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