[b][u][center]Alijin’s Anal Association Part 1 For Engy By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Crait and Riza were a married couple, and they were known, at least to a minor degree, for hunting down and destroying the monsters of the world. They had managed to take down several kappas in their time, and they had even managed to bring down a minotaur that was in the process of going from one maze to another. They weren’t the greatest of adventurers, but they were certainly better than the average ones, if only by a little bit. But this was the first time that they were hunting a monster in its lair rather than fighting them out in the open after luring them out. This was going to be a serious test of their abilities. And…well, so far, they were failing. “Nnngh!” Crait grunted as he was knocked back from the left-hand passage at the first intersection yet again, groaning as he fell flat on his ass. Whatever was in his way had just slapped him hard, and yet, there was nothing to see. “What the fuck is going on here?” he muttered, the leather-armored hunter getting back to his feet. “There’s nothing there. There’s nothing there! Right, Riza?” “Nothing that I can see,” his wife muttered, shaking her head as she sheathed her daggers at her belt. “I mean, even a barrier spell would sparkle, right?” He nodded, sheathing his sword with a grunt of frustration. The maze had been simple enough to start. One long alleyway with gold coins embedded in the walls to mark it as the start of the treasure trail. They had followed it to the first intersection, ignored the sign that asked them to keep out, stepped into the center of the square…and then made no further forward progress. For that matter, they couldn’t even take a step back without getting whacked in the face by something completely invisible. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work. The traps were supposed to be pitfalls, or swinging blades, or something like that. It wasn’t supposed to be magic spells and face-smacks. What the hell sort of maze was this? # “What the hell kind of adventurers are these?” Alijin muttered, the blue dragoness standing with her hands on her hips and her eyes rolling yet again. “Seriously, it’s the most basic trap that we can come up with, and you can’t get through this thing?” And here she was, thinking that she was going to have to bust out some seriously creative traps to make sure that these hunters didn’t cause problems for her master. [i]Goes to show that not everyone was born with much intelligence…[/i] The two humans were people that she remembered from when she had been an adventurer, too. They were hunters that were mostly known for luring different monsters out of their lairs with a bit of bait and a whole lot of patience, taking them down when they had the advantage. She’d expected them to have a little bit of experience with traps and tricks, considering that the pair of them had used them so often, but now that they had to figure them out rather than set them… Alijin sighed, rubbing her forehead as she imagined trying to present these two to Hugo while they were getting through the maze. There was a certain minimum standard that they were trying to keep here in the maze, after all. Either you were intelligent enough to be a smart defender of the maze, or you were strong enough to be able to beat anyone that came in to a pulp, or you were sexy enough to keep the master busy so that the minotaur didn’t need to do anything. And they were getting a little too many of the last one, considering the kappa that [i]really[/i] ran the place was a bit too indulgent, in the blue dragoness’s mind. [i]I’m going to have to do something to make them more useful if we’re going to keep them around.[/i] That said, she had a number of choices of what might make them more useful, and she wasn’t entirely sure which one she was going to go with just yet. She could make them into demons, or turn them into gaseous forms that could bind adventurers and change them as well, or… Well, she’d figure it out. The first thing that she needed to do was get them further into the maze, and as they weren’t figuring out the spinning entrance trap, she supposed she’d have to give them a bit of help. The blue dragoness hit a lever, and the central plate stopped spinning. The humans tumbled to the floor, and she shook her head. “Alright, Copycat Conan, Xerox Xena, go ahead in and – oh for FUCK’S SAKE!” # Crait had hopped up as soon as he could after falling over, and immediately took to chopping up the spinning platform. Or at least, that was what he and his wife tried to do. They swung their swords, daggers, and – in her case – chakrams at the stone platform, and all they managed to do was chip the daggers and blunt the other weapons. They reluctantly stopped a bit later, shaking their heads. “Looks like they had a devious trap for us, Riza,” he said. “And it almost worked. It must have malfunctioned.” “The gods are with us.” Crait blinked, rubbing the side of his head. For a moment, he swore he had heard a loud shriek of pure indignation, but that had to be his imagination. Shaking his head, he looked between the three choices of ways forward. The way straight ahead had to be a trap, something to catch unwary people that hadn’t had the experience that he and Riza did. The left and right paths were probably still trapped, but not as bad as the middle one. He looked at his wife. Her leathers were scuffed with dirt, something that almost ruined the look of her black-leather bikini armor. She still held one of her chakrams up, and she shifted from pose to pose as she looked back and forth. “The monsters would be terrified of you in pose four,” he said with a grin. “Thanks. I’ve been practicing.” “I’m thinking pose two for me.” “Oh? I thought pose five would be better.” “Yeah, but that makes the sword feel all heavy. Pose two lets me balance it against my shoulder, and –” “[i]Either pick a path or get out![/i]” The pair of them jumped at the sudden, feminine voice. Crait and Riza blinked, turning to look at each other, and then took the left-hand path, running down it. If there was someone in there that was so worried for their safety, surely they were worth rescuing. # A few strange floor-traps further into the maze, they came to a long walkway, narrow and with little chance of finding one’s footing with speed. Crait looked down, seeing that it overlooked a series of cells, each one empty, for now. He looked down the narrow walkway to the door at the far end, shaking his head. “This is gonna be easy. I bet you that this minotaur doesn’t have a clue how to trap his dungeon.” “It’s going to be fun to take him down,” Riza said with a grin, spinning her chakrams around her fingers. “And then our reputation will be even greater.” “Yep. Let’s see what’s up ahead.” Crait took one step onto the walkway, and he felt the stone panel under his foot sink down. Not much, only an inch or so. [i]Must be a bad walkway.[/i] He kept walking forward, only to get hit with a blast of pink fumes. He coughed, stumbling, and almost fell over the other side of the walkway before Riza grabbed him by the arm. She yanked him back to the safer spot, and he groaned, rubbing his eyes, panting softly as he tried to shake off the weird, intense feeling of…of… Heat. He felt so hot in his armor, so overwhelmingly warm in it that he could hardly breathe. He coughed, sputtering, rubbing his face once more to try and clear his head, but the heat kept building up beneath his leathers. “You okay?” Riza asked. “Mmmph. Yeah, just…just…” “You sit down for a moment. I’m the trap girl. I’ll figure it out.” “Yeah…” Crait panted as he sat down near the walkway, his legs hanging over the side as he looked down at the cells. He kept breathing slowly, trying to calm down, but the heat that was deep inside was burning through him, begging for attention, pushing him to do something stupid. His cock was already throbbing hard in his leather armor, and he wanted to take it out and start stroking it, jerking it, enjoying himself. He looked up at Riza, at the way that her leather almost didn’t cover her ass, and he imagined how it would feel to ram his cock right up that tight little hole. After all, she hadn’t let him do that since his last birthday. He was due some fun. He was still groaning, panting, shivering as his cock throbbed in his leather pants as she took a step forward. She tapped her boot against the same spot that he’d stepped on, and then took a step back. The pink fumes came flying out again, and she chuckled. “See? We trigger it, then go forward!” Admiring her intelligence, he nodded at his wife, watching as she jumped over the panel that he’d triggered, avoiding the gas. Then she stepped on another one, and took a dart to the neck. “Nnnngh!” She stumbled backwards, and this time, it was his turn to catch her. She fell into his arms, gasping for breath, cupping her neck, and her cheeks flushed bright red. Her nipples were starting to harden, too, starting to show through the thin leather that protected her breasts, and her hands clenched in the way that they always did after she reached a certain level of arousal. “Oh, wow…” “Another devious trap,” Crait muttered. “Truly, this minotaur has no shame.” # “You utter idiots!” Alijin would have been tempted to trip the horns right off her head in lieu of lacking any hair to pull. The former paladin stomped back and forth in front of the viewing portal, her big blue feet almost breaking the stone from how hard she was stomping around. Wet footprints were left behind due to the heat and her own changes, and she snorted steam through her nose. She had disabled over 90% of the traps between the hunters and the main part of the maze. She had opened up the middle path and made it so that they could come right to her. She had even gone so far as to get rid of anything even resembling tricky on the walkway path when she realized that they were taking the hard way. And they still couldn’t figure out how to get through. Idiots. Just…fucking…idiots. Whimpering into her hands, the dragoness thunked her head against the stone projector for the visual portal. She was so tempted to just let them fall victim to a trap and then pretend that they’d never arrived. Hugo would want to just let them go, be merciful, but these idiots would make it so much worse. [i]Gods…fucking…[/i] The former paladin took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. This was still salvageable. They could still make something useful out of this pair of dunderheads, and then they could go on with the whole thing as if it was planned from the start. She just had to make them something less human… There were plenty of potions and poisons to fill the traps on the walkway, and she had just the perfect ones in mind. A transformative one for both of them, and then a fetish-inducer for the woman. [i]After all, I could have a few more people into butt stuff around here…[/i] # Neither Crait nor Riza could easily get up after they were poisoned by the gasses and the dart, the pair of them fighting arousal that was beyond the common scope of mortals. Crait could not go soft no matter how much he tried, and his wife was struggling to stand as her juices started to flow from beneath her leather bikini. She could get to her feet, barely, but that was as far as it would go. She moaned as she took a single step onto the walkway, her thighs shiny, and he barely managed to follow, his legs shaking and his cock throbbing so hard against the inside of his leggings that he wanted to hump them. God, if he could bring himself to reach for his wife, he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to stop thrusting against her. Her ass was almost completely on display from her near-fall, the leather riding up between her pale ass cheeks, almost sliding right up against her hole. If he could just pull that off… [i]Yeah, maybe she’d do better naked, or…[/i] He was still rationalizing when he felt the walkway bend slightly. Another trap panel, and this time, he didn’t have the idea of getting out of the way. Not that he’d had that idea before, either. The dart caught him right in the neck, and he gasped as it sunk into his skin. He cupped it, panting hard, stumbling as he fell right off the walkway. It was a short fall, only about ten feet, and he landed on his feet before tumbling to his side. “Crait!” His wife shouted after him, only for her to cup her neck, then her ass, struck by two darts. She fell down, too, landing on the other side of a transparent wall. They groaned as they glanced at each other, huffing as their arousal continued to climb. Another heat was filling them now, though, a heat that was growing stronger and stronger with the application of the new darts. Crait moaned as he rolled onto his back, closing his eyes tightly as he felt the heat surging through his veins, burning through him, making him break out in a sweat that made his skin shine from head to toe. His leather vest and his leather pants felt hotter than ever, and tighter, too, almost like he was… Almost like he was growing. He panted as he lifted his hand, watching as his fingers started to grow, thicker and longer at the same time. They cracked and creaked as they expanded, growing and gaining black claws on the tips. [i]W-werewolf…[/i] The more he stared at his hand, the more fascinated he became as a gray fur started sprouting from the backs of his knuckles, then spread up along the back of his head. It thickened, growing wider, bigger, and as he turned it around to look at the palm of his hand, he could see that it was already starting to turn padded, thick and heavy with the bestial traits of the wolf rather than the civilized traits of a man. He moaned as he rolled onto his side, looking through the barrier. His wife was transforming, too, but her transformation had started at her feet. Her boots were ripping apart as her feet grew, her clawed toes ripping through the leather that had contained them. He huffed and puffed as he watched, staring at her as she leaned back, thrusting her legs out, her juices still sliding out from beneath her leather bikini. [i]At least she’s still hot…[/i] Crait arched his back as his body continued to throb, muscles pulsing all over his body. He could feel himself growing, getting bigger with each passing second, and he could feel his leather armor cutting into him, pushing down on things that were too big. His calves and thighs were bulging in his pants, and as his arms grew – both in length and in muscle – the vest he wore started to crack along the shoulders. Stumbling, he strained for his sword, only to fall flat on his stomach as he was hit with another surge of the transformation. He moaned out loud, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt his back arching, his spine throbbing and pulsing as he got up on all fours. His cock, somehow, had never been harder, and he swore that it was starting to grow in his pants. [i]Can’t…can’t…think…[/i] He panted, the fur running up the back of his head, turning his black hair gray, then flowing down along the side of his face. His ears were rising, too, running up to the top of his head, covering the sides of it, and then getting bigger. They flopped, then pricked up, then flopped again. “Ah…ah…ah…” As the fur ran down his cheeks, over his face, he could feel his lips and his nose pulling together, losing their distinction as they started to morph into a muzzle. He rolled his head back, moaning as he hugged himself around the middle, and flopped onto his side. “Nnnnngh…” Growing still, he ripped through his vest, and then his pants as he became too large to contain. His feet pushed against his boots, growing too large for them to hold. His toes ripped through the front, his large feet bursting through the sides. He was panting, sweating from head to toe, and anywhere that the fur grew in, it matted down almost immediately afterward, unable to hold itself upright after it had been soaked in sweat. He flopped onto his back, watching his face stretch out in a muzzle. A black nose, a gray-furred muzzle, everything that was inhuman about it was obvious. He groaned, touching his new teeth with one padded finger, and then looked down. His cock. His cock was slowly changing, losing the bell-end on the tip in favor of a more tapered shape, something that was pointed, something that was made to hook onto a hole and then slide right in. He moaned under his breath as he imagined shoving that up Riza’s ass, something that she so seldom allowed him to do. As the shaft itself started to fade from the pink-ish tones that it had to something brighter, redder, more canine, he looked to the side. Riza was on all fours, alright, but her transformation was much further along than his. Her was…hers had almost completed, with her armor in shreds around her. Her breasts had billowed free of her leather bikini some time ago, and they were obviously bigger, almost double the size that they had been, and they were still growing, her thick black nipples popping out from beneath her fur. Her attention, however, was not on her breasts, or even her pussy. If anything, her attention was all the way back between her legs, rubbing against her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and showing off her pucker. He stared as she ever so brazenly showed off her asshole, pulling the furry cheeks apart again and again as a tail started to grow in above them. Her clawed toes curled every time that she showed off her asshole, and she was obviously turned on to be doing it. Her fingers gripped at the edge of her rim, pulling it open by a little bit, then letting it come together again, and her pussy dripped, untouched, just from that. Despite the whole situation, he couldn’t look away. This had to be the most devious trap, to have a poison that could turn someone into a werewolf, and then leave them helpless to the bestial desires. Their strong wills were as nothing to the poison. # “…Are you even trying?” Hugo asked her. “Not really, Master,” the dragoness admitted, munching on popcorn as the transformation continued. She offered the box of it to the minotaur, letting him take a few pieces as the drama unfolded before them. “I mean, I did give them a chance to resist. These are the discount potions, after all.” “…They couldn’t even resist those?” “I’m not sure they know how.” “…How did they survive out there?” “Got me, Hugo. Got me.” She groaned, shaking out the popcorn bag. “Well, looks like we’re out of snacks. I guess I should go collect them.” “Is there any way we can actually use them?” “Well, I was thinking of making them a sort of anal guard.” “Anal – what the hell is that?” “You’ll see.” The blue dragoness smiled. “And if I get it right, then you’re going to be getting all the anal addicts that you can handle.” The minotaur’s confused smile was all that she could have asked for. # Once their bodies were fully transformed, the poison started on their minds. He didn’t know what it was doing to his wife aside from the way that it turned her into someone interested in anal, but Crait could feel his great intellect draining. He panted as he lurched to his feet, his sweaty toes digging into the dirt for purchase as he stumbled towards the transparent barrier between him and his wife. “Nnnngh…” He thrust his hips forward, his throbbing dick begging for attention, a knot still transforming its way into being at the base of the shaft. His balls throbbed and swelled by turn, getting bigger and heavier in his sac. He moaned as he pressed his clawed fingers against the barrier, his growing tail wagging slowly as he leaned against it, humping it. His wife looked back at him, slowly turning her hindquarters to face him. He moaned at the sight of her big, bountiful bottom, watching as the whole thing jiggled and shook as she started backing up towards him. Crait humped at the barrier, his cock sliming it up, oozing pre almost constantly as his tongue hung out of his mouth. “Ass…ass…” He panted hard as he imagined sliding his cock deep into that pulsing hole, knowing that it was going to make him cum, and cum hard. He wanted to feel it clenching around him, wanted to feel it tightening in orgasm as he made his wife cum from her ass again and again and again. If he had his way, there’d be no more pussy, just anal. Just ass. It was like he was becoming obsessed with it, his mind unable to shift from the idea of rutting her, fucking her. He moaned as his balls took charge, leaving him with little more than the idea of rutting her and getting some relief. Her ass touched the barrier, her furred rump spreading further as she flattened it out against the barrier. Her pucker touched it, and he moaned, humping at the glass desperately, even as she ground her hips back and forth just as eagerly. Neither of them knew how to get the barrier down, but both of them still desperately needed the other. [i]Mine…my Riza…my…mine…[/i] They both humped and bumped against the barrier, their minds completely consumed with sex. They were just about to go completely nuts when there was a knock at the barriers to their right. Crait and Riza paused, slowly turning to look in the fashion of all dogs everywhere that knew that they had been caught doing something that they shouldn’t have been doing. He couldn’t help it. It was instinct. Standing there was a blue dragoness, one with bigger hips and a bigger ass than even Riza had. He stared at her, imagining how her hole would take his knot, and then saw that she was chuckling at the pair of them. There was a look of total exasperation on her face, and even in his dumbed-down state, he realized something. “You…” He gagged, coughing, trying to get used to the shape of his new mouth so that he could speak properly. “You run this place.” “Hardly,” the dragoness said. “I was taking my first turn at it today.” “Well, we almost beat your dungeon. Obviously, you need more training.” “…You realize that I turned off almost all the traps, right?” The werewolves looked at each other, then cocked their heads to the side in the universal symbol of canine confusion. The dragoness slapped her hand across her face. “Somehow, you’re more self-aware as bumbling werewolves than you were as humans. How is that…how? Just how?” “What are you talking about?” Riza asked, her ass still flush against the barrier. “It doesn’t matter. Look. Here’s the deal.” “The deal’s us taking you out, and then showing that we’re amazing hunters,” Crait said. “Yeah, and when that happens, the Demon Lords will give you a medal,” the dragoness said, waving her hand dismissively. “Are we done talking about the impossible, or do you have more?” They looked at each other, shrugged, then managed to pull themselves apart from each other. They sat down, looking up at the dragoness. “Good.” She tapped the barriers on their cells, and suddenly, they opened. Crait and Riza gasped, rushing to get to their feet, but their new, bigger feet and stranger bodies sent them tumbling to the ground, instead. “…Lovely.” The dragoness rubbed her forehead, shaking her head a few times as she waited for them to get out. Crait could finally see that they weren’t so effective as usual, but they were still able to hunt. He grabbed his sword – much lighter now – and charged the blue dragoness with a cry of utter rage…and arousal. Definitely arousal with his cock throbbing and begging to be sheathed in one hole or another. He was almost at a point to chop her down when she moved, leaning to the side before slamming her hips back. Her ass caught him on the hip and sent him flying to the side, slamming into a wall. He groaned, sliding down it, but Riza was right behind him. Those chakrams of hers would be perfect for – Clench! He stared as the blue dragoness caught one of the chakrams between her ass cheeks, clenching so tightly that the blunted metal ring couldn’t get down to her scaly flesh. She smirked, looking over her shoulder and nodding before dropping it. “Do I have your attention?” “Assssssssss,” Crait whispered. “Well, I obviously have yours.” As the dragoness turned to address his wife, he couldn’t help but slink along the ground on all fours to that big, beautiful, powerful blue butt. Crait stared at it from under the dragoness’s tail, imagining how it would feel to shove her down and shove his cock inside of that doubtlessly tight hole. The very idea of giving it the rutting that it obviously needed appealed to him, and his tongue started running out of his muzzle, and he started panting. [i]I am the hunter. I am the wolf. I am the ass-pounding – ulk![/i] And just like that, her tail flicked him back and knocked him down. He grunted as one big, bare, blue foot pressed down on his chest, keeping him from getting up and using that butt the way that he wanted to. The dragoness looked down at him, shaking her head as he panted and humped up into the air. “Is he always like this?” “If there’s butts around, yes,” Riza admitted. “And he wants yours.” “And…and I kinda…” He could hear Riza’s embarrassment, and in the back of his mind, he realized that something was off. Not much, but a bit. Since when did they get this horny and eager around a monster? # Alijin shook her head at the two werewolves. They were both stupid, alright, and their intelligence hadn’t been made much better by the transformation, but now, they had the whole ‘pack’ mentality, which meant that they should be a little bit easier to control. They were willing to listen to the one that was strongest, and the one that could put them in their place. Having the male under her foot and the other staring up at her superior butt was definitely enough to tell her that she’d claimed alpha status. She let the male up, moving to stand between them. “I used to be a paladin. Now, I’m a dragoness.” “But how –” “Ah, I didn’t say you could talk, did I?” She waited for the male to lower his head, though his dick definitely didn’t go down. She doubted that it would until it had the chance to fuck something, or someone. Shaking her head, Alijin looked the two werewolves over again. “You have the chance to be better than a pair of dumb hunters. Now, you’ll be part of my dumb hunters. If you do what I say, you’ll catch people. If you catch them, you get to have fun with them. That’s a fair offer, huh?” “Well, I guess,” the male said, looking down. “But why are you offering?” the female asked. “Simply put, you’re both hopeless, and you’re both butt-lovers.” “…What’s the second part have to do with it?” the female asked. “I used to be a paladin. I was devoted to good. Now, I’m devoted to something else. Namely, my ass.” Alijin gave herself a good spank, setting her butt to rolling and jiggling for a few seconds. The pair of them stared at her, and she chuckled. “Soft, but strong. Muscular, but giving. That is the way of my ass.” “I don’t get it,” the male said. “You don’t have to. At least, not yet.” She leaned against the wall, looking them over. They were probably going to be more trouble than they were worth, but she had to start somewhere. Ever since she had discovered how much better her ass was than her pussy, she had wondered how far she could take that. An order of devoted warriors that focused on anal pleasure, and the teachings that could come out of that, made her think that it could be possible to find another cause. Another set of pleasures to spread through the world. “So, here’s the deal. Either you can join me, be part of my little ‘anal association’, and learn to be good little werewolves, ooooor I can have my master erase your memories of everything, kick you out of the maze, and you can start a different life somewhere else. Which do you want?” The werewolves looked at each other. They were still having to think about it, which made her scream on the inside. It should not be a hard decision. Finally, they nodded. The male turned to her. “What was the first option again?” “….nnnnnngh…” She took a deep breath. “Okay…starting from the top…” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]