His steps were like a whisper, head low as the shadows blanketed him. 
The dungeon had been rough with many traps and dangers but nothing he wasn't already prepared for. 
A window let in faint moonlight of a shadowy sky. Thin cords sparkled to reveal a trip wire. 
The sound of dice rolling in his mind as he disarms the trap masterfully.

“Dude, you want to watch that fourth wall stuff?” he asked in a muted voice, glancing on high at the weaver of his fate, “No really, it's a little distracting and weird James... how did I get mixed up in this anyway?”.
Soon his goal was near, the exit of the dungeon he had found himself trapped deep within. 
Just a little more and he'll be a free dragaroo. One more lock picked, one more door slowly opened as he enters.

Finally the exit was in reach but kept shut by a large seal of some kind. 
It wasn't a secret how he had to unlock it. 
“Yeah, there are trails of magic leading to a few anchor points, they are not hiding these things at all”, he proclaims to the narrative voice... but because he didn't have points in Arcana, the seal suddenly beefs up and becomes even more complicated. 
The dragaroo stared blankly before groaning and searching the room for hints. 
Lucky for him there was a scroll that depicted the very seal and it's name; The Gate of Shames. 
This didn't give him much confidence.

The scroll goes on to explain the dragaroo's task now; locate minor seals elsewhere and endure the trap to break them and weaken the Gate's hold. 
“Wait, can't I just trip them and avoid the trap?” his question raised to an empty room, “Guess that's a no”. 
He stood tall to face the traps ahead of him, something inside told him that there won't be any foes to avoid so he could hurry things along. 
“This is too good to be true”, he thought and began his march to the first magical lock, “this whole thing feels like a dumb trap by that handsome intelligent... ego stroking jackass”.

His cloak floated behind him as the first of several seals sat upon the doors of a wardrobe. 
All he had to do was split the markings and that be enough to be considered broken for the magic to fade. 
It was drawn on with marker and, short of opening the wardrobe, was in tact. 
Purple clawed hands gingerly grasp the knobs and flung both doors open. 
The black leather vest and loose pants he wore were stripped from his body by an intense burst of wind in cartoon-ish fashion, his belts and gear following suit to leave him bare and exposed. 
Hefty breasts bounce free along with a weighted set of balls, his cock remained tucked in its sheath for now. 
“GOD DAMN IT JAMES!” he yelped like a girl while hugging his nude frame. 
His eyes dart around in case of camera flashes but found garbs befitting him in the wardrobe, “Oh no, you are not making me wear that, no way no how”...

Slowly his feet carried him to the next seal. 
His nudity slain by tight white fabric hugging his torso, loins and chest. 
Legs now covered with long blue lace leggings with matching short skirt along his hips and his arms brandish elbow length white gloves, both with a red trim. 
A little blue cape barely waving behind his shoulders as his bosom jiggles and bounces with each step. 
Sparkling gems set in a gold pendent and tiara decorated his chest and head respectively. 
“How did I get in this? I didn't even touch it! It's also riding up my butt too”, the dragaroo whimpered as a finger traced the hem of his uniform around his tightly held plump rear, tugging to free the fabric from between his cheeks. 
As they snap in place, the second seal was before him and so was his next trial; 3 bottles full of potions, each sitting on a magic circuit which was producing a barrier around the seal. 
This was simple, remove a part of the circuit and the barrier will fade. The problem was he had a feeling the contents of each bottle was what held the circuit and it be too easy to just pour them out. 
His hand took up a potion and quickly drank it. A fruity taste but no immediately noticeable effect. 
Curiously he tested the barrier, a strong hum echoed as a finger drew closer so perhaps the circuit was still active?

“I'm going to be drinking all of them, arn't I?”, he asked aloud, feeling fairly sure that was the case, “yeah, I thought as much”. 
He took up the other bottles and consumed their contents as well, yet the barrier remained. 
Confusion flooded his face as he scrambled to find the solution, all the while his body filled with warmth. 
Tight fabric gripped his swelling loins as his focus faded, a hand grabbing and stroking a growing erection. 
In the back of his mind he knew he messed up but the rest of his being was distracted by this heat. 
Nipples began to poke through the fabric too as his skirt rose up to present a rising erection, each tip began to produce and dribble their respective fluids. 
He moaned as cum burst forth in thick ropes and milk soaked his chest. 
A knee falls on a soft tile upon the floor, opening a trap door to reveal a burly horny tiger. 
The Dragaroo felt his own tail hike up his skirt to surrender, failing a willpower save to his inflamed desires. 
“Oh just make him fuck me already, don't tease me for too long”, he pleaded to the fates.

With his rear tender and stuffed, the dragaroo marched along to the next seal with the second smudged and disabled. 
“You asshole”, he growled, “you skipped that on purpose, I'm not even satisfied! My cock's still hard and I only feel and smell like a big tiger guy just took me like some cheap cosplaying hussy! I am going to get you back for this!”. 
His feet sticky with tiger cum stopped at his next trial; the third seal hidden in plain sight upon the wall of a prison cell which had a pair of lions sitting and waiting for someone to enter. 
They leered at him eagerly with mighty “weapons” betwixt their legs. 
The door kept them in and the dragaroo out, a small table with a key was set right beside him. 
It was obvious what he could do, his body was aching for it but hesitation kept him from taking the key and leaping in wildly. 
Teeth sunk into a lip, breathing slightly labored, blood boiling for a proper release.

“Fuck it”, his hand took up the key, unlocked the door and flung it open, “lets get this over with!”

His feet took long strides and carried him swiftly to the next seal. 
Clothes in tatters, half soaked in fluids from his breasts and each cock present. 
He knew what happened, his body felt the results, but it was unfulfilling and he wanted some pleasure from this too now. 
The next trial- “I don't care! Do your worst and wreck me! You win now let me enjoy just once good fuck!”...

So he exits into the final room he'll have to endure, awaiting him a group of black robed cultists standing around a bed like alter. 
The dragaroo accepted and desired his fate, discarding his mangled garbs and baring his soft purple furry body to the cultists. 
They motion him to the alter and help him into place. Now surrounded, the dragaroo watches as hoods fell to reveal green foxes. 
All baring the same face and soon brandishing the same thick manly cocks. 
His mouth fell open with glee, welcoming in the musky length as each hand had a cock to service now. 
Muffled moans plead for the foxes to ravish him and so they did. 
His throat was plundered and stuffed, fuzzy balls bouncing in his face as another cultist mounted the dragaroo. 
The big breasts were fondled and squeezed together as a fourth cock was fit in between them, strong legs spread and balls lifted as a hidden womanhood was penetrated by a fifth and final fox cultist.

He figured it was due to one of the potions from before along with each event of denied enjoyment to make his body crave this feeling, but he didn't care either way. 
The texture of the cocks he was stroking, the taste of the one filling his mouth and the feel of his tits being humped as his cock twitched eagerly. 
His balls provided cushion as he felt the cultist between his legs pump deep into him, filling his insides. 
Every inch of his body was in pure bliss and quickly his manhood gushed cum. With various grunts, each fox spilled their own either within or upon the dragaroo and traded places to keep enjoying him. 
And like before, he welcomed each fox cock to the various places they decided to stuff themselves into again.

He grew familiar with the taste of each fox, the smell each had on their loins. 
Soon he could notice the taste and smell was mixed with his own and grew to love it. 
Mind spinning and swirling as he drooled over one of the fox cocks, smearing it against his face as his body was moved to a new position. 
Breasts swung back and forth as his cock poured cum onto the ground, his balls spanked by a smaller set as he was taken on all fours. 
Mouth still open and drooling as it was just as used and abused like his rear now. All the dragaroo could do was moan and swoon.

Time slowly passed by, the dragaroo now happily wearing a collar and crawls nude for the cultists like a pet. 
Eyes tainted with a faint glow as he smiled up at all his new masters, but mostly hoping for someone to desire and use him. 
He never sat up high again unless to present his breasts to an eager cock wanting to pump into them, but he didn't mind. 
He was happy to suffer this fate as each night he was the main attraction to the cult and was filled to the brim every single night now... 
Lets see you take the last donut again buddy, HA! Nobody takes the last one but me, especially the one with sprinkles.