** This story contains the following potential fetishes: rape, transformation, feral/fantasy creatures, and big breasts. If you are offended by any of the above, please do not read the following story. ** ** This story was somewhat influenced by the following wonderful story by explodet. https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=475266 It was also influenced by the following story by Kalan. https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=729269 ** An entry in The Adventurer’s Guild: On Mythical Creatures: “The chimera is a terrifying beast. Its head and forepaws are those of a lion, while its rear is that of a goat. It also possesses a serpentine tail and draconic wings, presumably used to aid in its hunt for food while its mate is impregnated. The few furs who have escaped from this being have described it as having a hypnotic quality. This seems to be true, as many of the escapees disappear once more after returning. Wives’ tales state that the touch of a chimera’s tongue is able to transform any fur into the chimera’s female counterpart, the manticore.” The hard ground made Rorin’s back ache. He twisted about, trying to get comfortable, but only succeeded in knocking his head against a tree root. Cursing, the wolf rolled onto his side, but even in that position, stones dug cruelly into his tender flesh. With a sigh, Rorin rolled onto his stomach, resting his head on his hands and resigning himself to another night of fitful rest. He’d never have come on this journey if he knew sleeping in the woods would be so damn uncomfortable. Damn him and his dreams. Whenever the Adventurers came through the village, they always made it sound as if going on quests and slaying monsters, rescuing captured princesses and the like was such a glorious job. But now, a simple farm boy on his way to the Adventurer’s Guild in the capital city, he saw an Adventurer’s job for what it really was: a nuisance. It was too late to turn back now, however. He’d already sent word ahead to the Guild that he was on his way there. They were expecting him. He’d saved up the joining fee for years, ever since he was a young pup earning an allowance of a copper a week from his father. His father. Rorin winced at his last memory of his father, the cold gaze in the older wolf’s eyes as Rorin announced he was giving up the family business and leaving to become an Adventurer. No, there was no going back now. He was stuck with his decision. A twig snapped in the darkness. Rorin bolted upright, his green eyes scanning the woods around him. At first he saw nothing, and his hand automatically went for his hunting knife. It was a meager weapon, but all he could afford. The wolf had assumed that, once he reached the Guild, he would be much better outfitted. His muscles relaxed, his hand dropping from the hilt of the knife as his eyes locked on a feral squirrel racing up the trunk of a tree. A squirrel had just broken a twig. There was nothing to be afraid of. The darkness was just playing on his fears. That, of course, was a mistaken belief. Before he could lay back down, something flexible and scaly wrapped around the wolf’s muzzle, silencing him. Rorin uttered a muffled cry and attempted to push at the tendril, but it only strengthened its grasp on him. Something huge pushed at his back, knocking him forward and pinning him to the ground. <> Rorin felt a voice that was not his own, almost painful in its intensity, enter his mind. <> A strong blast of hot air enveloped him. The rope-like thing surrounding the wolf’s muzzle suddenly released him, allowing him to speak. “Please, I - I’m just on my way to the Adventurer’s Guild. I mean you no harm!” he cried out before the large thing pinning him flipped him onto his back. Stunned into silence, all Rorin could think to do was study the monstrous creature before him. The beast was easily twice as big as a feral horse at the shoulder, if not larger. Its head and forepaws were that of a massive lion, the fur of its dark mane as long as the dresses of the little girls back home. Its fur was a dark brown - while most lions were usually golden in color, Rorin knew that the darker haired ones were usually the more potent. About its belly, the fur turned a lighter brown, continuing all the way down to its rear hooves, which were powerfully muscled. They had a right to be so strong - the creature had draconic wings folded along its back, so it surely required a lot of power to take into the air. When fully stretched out, Rorin guessed they wings would be about twice as long as the beast’s body from tip to tail. And what a tail it was. Half again as long as the monster’s body, its scaled width varied from the diameter of a small tree at the base to the size of a feral snake at the tip. The wolf assumed rightly that it was this which had held his muzzle shut. <> the creature teased, its gigantic snout drawing close to his face. <> Rorin’s whole body tensed in fear. Reacting on instinct alone, he drew the knife from its sheath and jabbed it into the side of the monster’s huge paw. It recoiled with an inhuman sound, blood blossoming around the blade which seemed as small as a toothpick compared to the size of the beast’s large body. The distraction gave the wolf just enough time to jump to his feet and slip past the creature, fleeing into the forest. <> the creature hissed. Rorin glanced behind him in time to see the being yank the knife out with its teeth. It lumbered after him, surprisingly agile for such a strange concoction of animals. In a matter of seconds it had caught up with him, the prehensile tail wrapping around the wolf’s waist and slamming him into the ground. The lupine’s heart sunk as he realized his escape attempt was futile - there was no running from this beast. The chimera’s pink tongue snaked out to lick its lips as it studied him. <> it idly wondered, the tip of its tail stroking the wolf’s muzzle. Rorin gave up his struggle, dropping his gaze to the creature’s legs. <> That caused the lupine’s head to snap up. “Mate? I’m not gay, you bastard!” he snarled at the chimera, his fur standing on end. <> A horrible sound escaped from the beast’s maw, one that he soon realized was intended to be a laugh. <> The chimera lowered its head until it was level with Rorin’s chest. Then, to the wolf’s great surprise, the beast extended its tongue and began to lick him, the texture of its tongue like sandpaper. The creature paid particular attention to his breasts, and the area directly below them. He felt the changes first in his nipples. They became sensitive and swollen, as if someone had just spent a good long while sucking on them. The wolf supposed that made sense, considering that there was a gigantic chimera currently licking his chest. But he couldn’t explain the fact that his skin was bunching up in four separate places underneath his original nipples, giving him a total of six teats, just like a feral. And the changes still continued. The wolf’s formerly flat breasts began to swell, making him look more like a female than the male he was. Rorin was no good judge of cup-size, being a male for his entire life, but by the time his six breasts finished growing, he was trapped under their weight, no longer able to move even if he wished to. The beast grunted, pulling back to study its work. <> It stepped forward, putting its legs on either side of the wolf. At this point it became clear to Rorin that the chimera was a male as he watched a ridged cock extend from a serpentine slit on its underside. The shaft itself was as long as the lupine’s entire arm. It was tapered like an arrow at the tip, more bulbous near the base, and had large ridges along the underside that would surely make any female squeal in pleasure. But Rorin was no female, and he knew there was no way he could fit anything that big inside of him. He tried to scream, but the noise was cut short as the chimera’s tail tip forced its way into his mouth, nearly choking him. <> The chimera’s hips lowered as the beast forcefully drove his thick cock between the wolf’s three pairs of breasts. His breasts bounced in a way that bordered between pain and pleasure. No, that wasn’t right, he couldn’t feel pleasure at being raped by this monster, even though the ridges of the creature’s shaft were scratching just right at an itch the wolf hadn’t even known was there and - Rorin squeezed his eyes painfully shut, stopping the line of thought where it was. He did his best to ignore the thrusts of the chimera between his breasts, though it grew ever harder to do so as the chimera picked up his pace, pounding between the wolf’s tits at a near-blinding rapidity. Just when the wolf thought his newly-grown breasts were going to explode from the force of being shaken so much, the chimera gave a final thrust, the head of his mythical shaft sending a spray of cum that painted Rorin’s entire upper body and the ground beyond it white. The chimera growled in satisfaction and stood, licking at Rorin’s face. He seemed to like the taste of his own cum, or just simply didn’t care that it was there. The wolf’s face began to tingle. While there was no pain while his breasts were changing, there was mild pain as the lupine’s skull began to reform, taking on a brand new shape. Rorin hissed in agony as his muzzle retracted, taking on a more snout-like appearance. His perky, pointed ears became more rounded, the fur on them becoming incredibly soft. He even felt his teeth change shape, though as he couldn’t see inside of his own mouth at the moment, he couldn’t say how. As the chimera moved down the wolf’s body, he watched in horror as the changes spread. His opposable thumbs fused into his hands, creating paws. His arms changed in structure entirely, growing longer and bending backwards like a feral animal’s. Rorin even felt his spine lengthening and adjusting to the new situation, and he knew that he was now a quadruped. Satisfied that the former wolf would no longer flee - indeed, if he wasn’t already terrified enough by the changes that were occurring to him, he had no idea how to move about in this quadruped stance - the chimera removed his tail from Rorin’s mouth, continuing to transform the lupine. The most painful part of the transformation so far, Rorin thought, were his legs. He shrieked in agony as the bones began to bend backwards, becoming digitigrade in stance. Save for the change in direction, his legs really didn’t change much in appearance, Rorin noted through the haze of pain. Rorin became confused when the creature flipped him over onto his stomach. The former-wolf raised himself to shaking paws, unused to standing in such a way. Thankfully the added length to his body kept his large breasts from coming anywhere near the ground. Though they’d been massive on his frame before, now they were simply a bit large on his bigger frame. The lupine’s confusion escalated when the chimera began to lap at his tail. He thought about yanking it away, but remembering the course of events when he tried to resist the chimera earlier, he simply gave in to the beast’s will. His tail grew shockingly cold, all the fur falling out quickly. The feeling didn’t last long, however, as the skin on his tail began to grow thicker, armored segments overlapping each other. Rorin glanced behind him, feeling somewhat numb at the sight of a great scorpion’s tail where his beautiful wolf’s tail used to be. How much more was the chimera going to change him? His answer came when he felt a warm tongue nuzzle at his balls and sheathe. <> Rorin let out a whimper at the unexpected pressure in his groin. It felt like something was pushing apart his insides. While not entirely uncomfortable, it was certainly a strange feeling. Through the increasing pressure, he let out a yelp of despair as his balls shriveled and disappeared. His cock as well felt strange, and he became aware that it was shrinking, becoming so small that it was hardly bigger than a claw. His sheathe had even shifted itself to rest underneath his tailhole. Rorin howled as the implications struck. The former-wolf, who had been a male for so long, had been made a female by the transformative properties of the chimera. In despair, she turned her shaggy head to look at the chimera pleadingly. His leonine head grinned at her cruelly. <> He moved around her, brushing his serpentine tail under her chin. As he did so, a burst of pheromones released from his nethers, arousing her greatly. Rorin had little doubt that, had she not been a manticore, the pheromones would have no effect on her. The chimera - her male, a part of her brain insisted - stepped behind her and lunged forward, his front paws on either side of her shoulders. <> he murmured into her mind as he pushed himself into her. Rorin let out a moan. She couldn’t fathom why she had been so unwilling earlier. His cock felt so right inside of her. As they mated, their minds melded, and she saw herself as her mate created her. As a manticore, she was somewhat similar to the chimera. However, her frame was smaller and much more delicate. Instead of a lion’s head and front paws, she had the front of a sleek and beautiful tigress. She had retained her wolf’s lower half, though the fur was now a pale grey instead of the smoke grey it had been before, and her legs were now digitigrade. Her wolf’s tail had become a scorpion’s tail, and though it did not visibly drip poison, Rorin had no doubt that it was capable of delivering the most powerful of stings to her prey and enemies. As her mate reached his climax, delivering his seed deep into her womb, the former-wolf’s civilized mind slipped away entirely. The newly-christened manticore purred, beginning to think of all the unwilling victims that she and her mate could convert to their harem...