[center]Entice Thrice Flayer[/center] Heavy, loud throbbing. Right in his ears. Hot panting, vigorous, heaving, explosive... without a single sound. Only the echoes of his own vocal cords dancing fiercely within his throat alerted him to his own noises. Massive, bulging muscles tense and relax gently. Blood flows, pumping from the large piston within his chest. Power flares deep within, releasing a fragrant musk, and pumping blood to his flare. “My, my, my... I never anticipated this. Quite an astounding find I’d say.” Wet cloth, distant static, filled ears... Nothing to help clear them up with his arms stuck to his sides. Bound in embrace as two fuzzy, brown lupine arms ensnare him. Thoughts, meticulous and intricate, grow distant. Peace, precarious and forceful, plunges through his psyche. Facial expressions, body language, and posture had once been composed, elegant, and precise... Now, the enormous Clydesdale’s maw hangs open, uncaring as he drools on his pecs. “Uuuuh... Oh! W-Well, it seems mortal bodies can exhibit strong sexual tendencies. Quite an enjoyable experience so far!” Words. Empty, blank words. Hollow words vibrate uselessly in his head. Trails of saliva seep further down, between the valley of his chest, over immaculate abs, and down to his hips, a large portion of which belonging to an almost impossibly large, bubbly posterior. Balls bundled in a large sack between his legs pulls up to his hips, the gargantuan organs within displayed prominently through the tight skin. Rod stiffening, rising, the longsword of all longswords extends out, trapping itself within the pecs of its owner. “Almost... there... Come out. Come to Daddy!” Letting loose a low groan, Tarragon’s ears fill with a renewed thick, throbbing sensation. Thrusting in and out, filling his skull and shaking it gently. Lewd squelching dominates all sound in the horse’s head. Soft percussion of two round organs slapping against his neck accentuating the mating music. Fading music, as everything seems lighter... further... disconnected... “A-Aaaaah!” [b]POP![/b] White, sticky love floods Tarragon’s head. Vacantness takes over. Sharp, violet eyes glaze over. Dumb, mindless staring follows as a few throbs creep up to his chest. White, sticky love floods Tarragon’s pecs, flowing down over his body proudly. Barely a second later... [b]SPLAT![/b] Eyes sluggishly sliding to the right, Tarragon’s gaze idly examines a mess. Orange, pink, purple, and covered in a thick, white liquid. The wrinkly thing pulses a few times on the ground harmlessly. Odd letters scrawl over the surface before vanishing repeatedly. Blinking slowly, Tarragon’s head sloshes with wet aftermath, thin rivers of seed snaking down from his ears to his neck. “Huh?” Snorting to himself, the thoughtless stud slurs, “Weird. Wonder what that is?” Tones of deep bass vibrate in the room, the deep rumble from the stud’s chest bouncing around in the empty cavern above. “Not too bright, are you?” Patting the equine’s head, gently the Nargacuga wiggles his hips. Barely an inch side-to-side as he pulls his hips back. Slowly, carefully, as the wet, shiny shaft slides out. “Thank you again for the thoughts, Typhoon. Your wonderful core training makes your body ideal for this kink. Sexual brains such as yours are some of the best to drain.” Clear. Much clearer. The garbled, distant, muffled words in Tarragon’s ears become distinguishable. Underwater no more, garbled words and the stuffed, watery ears drain. [b]POP! Schlooooop![/b] All the pressure in Tarragon’s head releases instantly. Turning his head, he spies a long, black, glistening cock. Ridges dripping with seed, knot throbbing, and a rather satisfied Nargacuga grin higher up. Yellow eyes stare down with an unusual warmth. Claws on his hips, the wyvern gives a condescending nod down to the horse. “Well, Tarragon? Did I surpass your expectations?” Blinking vapidly, the horse’s head turns slowly. “Huh? Sorry, I don’t remember.” Every motion slickened the already aroused horse. More than his sack sloshed with seed now. Soothing ocean sounds in his head kept the brainless horse from fear. Giggling, Tarragon begins gently bobbing his head back-and-forth. Rocking his head blessed him with pretty sounds, regardless of how beneficial the sounds are. Shaking his head, the Nargacuga smiles. Walking around the mentally drained horse, he stares down at the pulsating mind left behind. Slithering out from his fuzzy ears, two tentacles reach down to the floor, wrap around the brain, and pull it up to his face. Slippery, slimy, sweet, and salty...Though the latter may namely be due to copious semen soaking it. “How did it go again?” Tapping his forehead with his knuckles, the wyvern laughs to himself. “Ah, right. Daddy...”, turning to face Tarragon, he holds his words back with dramatic pause. “Daddy fulfilled his promise. Wanted your brains fucked out.” Blinking, Tarragon’s bobbing head stills for a second. Scratching at the strip of white fur on his muzzle, he snorts. “Did I? Huh? Well... thank you, Daddy.” With nothing left to say, his head begins to sway. Swaddled deep inside the sounds the ocean of cum contained in his cranium creates. Smiling, the wyvern takes in the sight of the brainless horse for a second. “How precious...” Chuckling to himself, he casts his eyes down to the brain. Arcane texts continue to flash across the wrinkly surface. Scratching at his chin, he squints at the letters popping up. “Seems... draconic?” Pushing one tendril between the hemispheres nearly makes the Nargacuga jump back! Eyes going wide, he can’t help but laugh. “No less saucy than Typhoon, I see. Though this heat feels more tangible than a lewd mind. Draconic brains must truly be powerful...” [i]“Do you want to go get dragon brains, Daddy?”[/i] [i]“We’re happy to help you, Daddy Ruffles!”[/i] Ripples in the back of Ruffles’ head echo in mind. Scratching his forehead, he closes his eyes. Buried deep in his brain, another two voices. Buried deep within his psyche, an adorably dumb Nargacuga and mindless wolf. “Of course~ Though are you both reading my mind without permission again?” [i]“Sorry, Daddy...”[/i] Within Ruffles’ head, the shame becomes almost physical. Smooth brains, drained, empty brains, but cute ones all the same. Shaking his head, Ruffles begins to pat his head gently. “Don’t fret Titus, Typhoon. There is some convenience in sharing my thoughts with you all. Now...” Opening his eyes, Ruffles looks down. Licking his beak, the tentacles begin to withdraw into his skull, holding Tarragon’s brain tightly. “You both should get properly acquainted with our new companion.” Tight fit is an understatement. Pulling the cerebrum inside Ruffles’ ear takes a minute, to say nothing of fitting the rest of the brain. Larger than Typhoon and Titus’ combined... at least, for now. Grunting, Ruffles takes a deep breath while pulling the horse into his skull. Teasing it carefully, gently, and eagerly all at once into the budding Elder Brain. Silent waves wash over Ruffles’ mind. One more drop into the ever-growing ocean of thought... [i]“Well, well, well... When you mentioned you had the power to fuck my brains out, this wasn’t what I anticipated.”[/i] Walking over to the bed, Ruffles begins to pet the brainless horse’s head. Watching Tarragon’s body twitch his ears and reach up to hold the Narcaguga’s claws in place, Ruffles bends forward to plant a kiss atop the equine. Centimeter by centimeter, tentacles wriggle the horse’s brain into its new home. Sinking between the gyri and sulci. Swallowed by the two hemispheres. Descending into untold depths within a Mindflayer’s mind without protest. Outside, Ruffles’ shudders, straightening his back before clutching at his chest. Clearing his throat, Ruffles’ eyes shut once again. Staring into the back of his mind, the pressure in his brain lightens a tad with the settling of the new knight. “For what it’s worth, I apologize for the deception.” [i]“Really now?”[/i] From within, the incredulous voice of Tarragon echoes. Instinctively, his mind pushes to raise one eyebrow to no effect. [i]“Mindflayers grateful to have a victim? That’s a new one. Why don’t you—AH!”[/i] [b]Slurp.[/b] Intelligence down. Shivering, Ruffles grunts as he wraps one arm around Tarragon’s former shoulders. Another new spell. Knowledge of the dragon’s script enters his mind. [b]Slurp.[/b] Wisdom down. Memories of ages past. Flying on a dragon’s back, the glistening gold of the scales shimmering in the sunrise. A gift of impossible magical strength bestowed in painless, fiery breath. [b]Slurp.[/b] Intelligence down. Ever smaller, the horse’s brain gets. Apprehension, fear, and intrigue slowly melting. All of it drains away into empty bliss. [i]“Uuuuuh... Daddy?”[/i] [b]Slurp.[/b] Wisdom down. Hollow mindlessness. From a roiling sea of magic and mystery, the sorcerer horse’s brain settles beneath the surface of Ruffles’ mind. Despite the rush of domination, something other than forcefulness enters the Nargacuga’s voice. “There, there... Daddy cares about all his knights. Almost done.” [b]Slurp.[/b] Intelligence down. Smoothing over, the horse’s mind ceases any struggle. Submission takes hold in the simple brain. Stray static stirs the folds of the horse. Magic leaking, pouring, out of the enchanted brain into a new one. Behind the wyvern’s eyelids, a violet flash enters and exits, shining lightning quick before fading away. [b]Slurp.[/b] Wisdom down. Mixtures of happiness, arousal, curiosity, and care fill the swelling Illithid brain. His own? Or the drained Tarragon’s? Clearing the pressure in his skull with a shake of the head, Ruffles opens his eyes, now a stark, deep, dark violet. Psionic power at the tips of his claws wasn’t unusual... sorcerous strength is. Not that the giddy laughter Ruffles unleashes shows any sign of discontent. Three minds, three brains, and three different walks of life. Bundled inside the alien otherworld of Ruffle’s mind. Stirring, swirling, spinning thoughts colliding and connecting as the alien architecture of Ruffle’s brain links to his knights. Psionic bridges bind each brain together with intangible threads. Neon purple and pink spider silk threads weaving a unique web. Memories fly into Ruffles’ mind. Scenes of the recent past... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hustle, bustle, and plenty of muzzles. Smells of fresh food. Sounds of busy hagglers. Market stalls as far as the eye can see. At least, what the more limited vision of a horse can see. “You’re Ruffles, right?” “Indeed I am. Who might I be speaking with?” “Just a humble mage... With a lot of money to burn and some goals to accomplish.” “Hmhm... Interesting. Say, why don’t we discuss this in my room tomorrow? Stablehaven room 190.” “You sure sound eager. I’ll swing by in the evening then.” With a tip of the top hat, the Lycanroc grins a toothy grin. Uncanny steps become an unnatural strut. Mesmerizing clicks as claws hit the ground, vision warping and melting. Mountains and valleys, pulling the memory into a pink, sparking, mass covered in runes. “Perfect...” Reaching up to rub his head, the horse’s vision goes to the ground. Runes flitting around coalesce into a locket. Scintillating silver with a drawn portrait of a large, black, well-to-do rat man behind a thin pane of glass. Contentment washes over Ruffles’ mind. Tarragon’s prior intelligence echoes inside him one more time. [i]“Alright... Time to show both my fathers that I’m worthy!”[/i] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eyelids flutter open slowly. Reaching up, clutching at his increasingly full head, and giving a sigh. Grinning, Ruffles guides his stolen claws to the top of the head of the empty horse. “There’s still plenty of daylight left...” Vivid violet violently erupts from the Nargacuga’s eyes. Overlapping glyphs appear atop the crowns of both Nargacuga and horse. Deep Speech, Undercommon, Common, and Draconic spin across their scalps. Separating, splitting apart. One head empty, and the other containing an amalgam brain now three parts natural and one alien. Translucent to transparent. Tangible to incorporeal. Blood, bone, and flesh become malleable. Leaning against the taller body, Ruffles pulls Tarragon’s old form close... While the Nargacuga’s eyes cross. [b]POP![/b] Slumping onto the beefy equine, Typhoon’s body begins to drool. Tendrils of saliva dripping off the tongue loosely lolling out of his beak. Tentacles traipse out of the wyvern’s skull, slowly slinking up Tarragon’s neck, and into the equine cranium. Gingerly, poking and prodding around as the main mass composing the unified mind levitates out of its previous home. Gently working into the vacant seat inside the horse. [b]Squeck. Squlck.[/b] Whipping tentacles work to wiggle the rest of its wrinkly self in. Winding around and around, slowly screwing the brain in. Definitely a tight fit for such a large brain, but mind always triumphs over matter. [b]Zzzingt.[/b] Limbs grow lively with new signals. Enormous, powerful muscles tense as stem meets spine. Digits dance an uneven tango, hooves hit the floor to create a delirious beat. Shocked awake, Tarragon’s eyes focus, and his back straightens. Coughing loudly, deep sounds of the Clydesdale clearing his throat fill the room. “Well now... Not the greatest vision, but I do adore large, powerful bodies such as this. Titus, you are free to let go now.” Pressure abates instantly. Wood groans as the eager lupine barbarian hops off the bed and hops in front of Ruffles. Ass clapping the entire way, the brainless wolf wags his tail without a thought, giving a salute as his fist hits his pecs. “Did I do a good job, Daddy?” “Indeed you did~” Tracing a circle around his open head with a finger, the glyphs vanish. Quickly, the top of Tarragon’s skull becomes corporeal once more. Turning to Typhoon’s now brainless body, Ruffles closes the Nargacuga’s head. “Titus, I have a task for you.” “Yes, Daddy?” “Watch over Typhoon’s old body until he recovers from his disorientation.” Nodding rapidly, the wolf stomps on the wooden floor. Eagerly, the vapid knight picks up Typhoon to tuck his fellow knight into bed. “What are you going to do now, Daddy?” Tail flicking, Ruffles stands up, stretching. Walking over to the door, he grabs the purple robes his new body came in wearing. “Simple! I’m off to see my new ‘father!’”