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You stretch out, and stop to take a break by sitting on a large stone at the edge of the woods. You have been walking for many hours now, and you are far from the mighty city of <<linkappend "Gran Campion">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//Gran Campion is the wealthiest city in the world, and surely also the most corrupt. It is famous for the seven great noble spires, the great coliseum, and the home of the Grand Order of Paladins. People from other lands speak of the city as if it is paved in gold, but in truth Gran Campion is constantly rotting and disease-ridden from the effects of industry and inequality. A fitting metaphor for the rot within the souls of the noble classes.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>>. If you squint, you can distantly see a hazy plume of cloud in the south, which is likely to be the magical fog that perpetually shrouds the great city.<br><br>
<span id="gran"></span>
Out here, in the northern wilds, there is adventure to be found. Many parts of the peninsula are still largely unexplored. Ancient ruins, lost technology from the <<linkappend "Unicorn Wars">><<append "#wars" t8n>>
//Few people are still alive who lived through the Unicorn Wars, as it nears its centenial. Yet the effects of the conflict still echo even now. The power-mad equines of the Horn mountains tried to use their magic and technology to dominate the entire world, and were eventually defeated by a slave rebellion within their own nation.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>>, abandoned estates from long-forgotten wizards. Anything of that nature could be nestled in these deep woods, rolling hills, and cave-studded mountains.<br><br>
<span id="wars"></span>
You haven't travelled too far from the main road, for now, but danger could still be around any corner. You are at the border to a forest, one that is poorly mapped, and you are hoping that it may hide great secrets.<br><br>
You stand up, only to hear a deep, strange humming sound. You turn and back away from the rock you were sitting on. To your surprise, it has begun to glow with an unusual, enchanting glimmer.<br><br>
[[Leave]]<br>
[[Examine the stones]]<br>
[[Touch the stones]]<br><<script>>
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<</script>>You sense danger here, and wisely leave. The pulsing glow of the stones fades gradually as you move away. The stones wait, storing their power for the next chance at prey.
Perhaps somewhere else in these forests you will find enchantment and adventure. But that will be a story for another time...
[[Restart|Intro]]You lean down, being careful not to touch the rock yet. On closer inspection, it is not one rock, but several. The main one you were sitting on is merely the tallest, and a cluster of others are at its base.
Most of them are almost completely hidden by moss and overgrowth. They must be ancient. Judging by the weathering and shape, they likely predate even Gran Campion itself.
The glow seems to be getting brighter, too. This is odd - surely if they always glow like this, someone would have noticed them by now?
If you look closely enough, you can see that other, similar stones are nearby, leading deeper into the forest.
[[Touch the stones]]
[[Try to draw on their magic]]You reach out, and touch the largest stone. A shock of strange energy runs through you, and the glow vanishes in an instant.
You fall backwards, your fingers tingling and glowing slightly. The glow fades, but the tingling only grows worse.
Your skin starts growing hot and sensitive. The feeling flows down your arm, across your chest and engulfs your whole body. The sensitivity is unbearable - you are acutely aware of every touch of your clothes on your skin, of the air against your face.
Not only that, but you find yourself growing deeply, unbearably aroused. Your ass clenches and tingles, as you try to fight the sensations. You need something inside you. Something to fill you!
You gasp and fall to your knees, an intense desperate hunger and desire growing within you. You are not sure how much longer you can bear it.
This feels like a curse - you need to get help.
[[Head towards the city]]
[[Stumble out away from help]]You reach out, and touch the largest stone. A shock of strange energy runs through you, and you try to channel it, to draw the energy within yourself.
You struggle with it for a moment, feeling the power fueling you, growing within you. But it goes too far, and you start to lose control. You gasp and cough, spitting up musky white fluid as the power explodes in a rush of glowing sparks.
You fall backwards, your fingers tingling and glowing slightly. The glow fades, but the tingling only grows worse.
Your skin starts growing hot and sensitive. The feeling flows down your arm, across your chest and engulfs your whole body. The sensitivity is unbearable - you are acutely aware of every touch of your clothes on your skin, of the air against your face.
Not only that, but you find yourself growing deeply, unbearably aroused. Your ass clenches and tingles, as you try to fight the sensations. You need something inside you. Something to fill you!
You gasp and fall to your knees, an intense desperate hunger and desire growing within you. You are not sure how much longer you can bear it.
This feels like a curse - you need to get help. Yet you feel also that you unlocked some new power within you, one that may be useful in the future.
<<set $ismagic to true>>
<<set $change to 6>>
[[Head towards the city]]
[[Stumble out away from help]]You grit your teeth, and try to resist the pulsing and pounding sensation inside you. Your whole body feels hot, and every step becomes unbearably pleasurable as you flee from the strange stones.
Even just the touch of the air against your skin, the ground beneath you, all of it is driving you wild with lust. You are not sure how long you will be able to hold out.
Fortunately, the road to the city is not far from you. Even so, by the time you reach it, you are gasping and panting, with sweat dripping from your face.
Someone on the road notices your distress, and hurries over. His heavy body clanks from the thick armour he's wearing, but you are so dizzy and confused you can barely focus on him.
A strong, gentle hand rests on your shoulder, making you whimper with need. The man's deep voice calmly speaks to you.
"Are you alright? Citizen, you seem to need assistance."
[[Try to look at him]]
[[Ask him for help]]You follow the trail of stones, led along by the thrumming energy you can feel from them. Letting them drag you along makes the desperate need inside you feel more manageable, as your thoughts become sluggish and slow.
Easier to follow. Be pulled along. Do what the stones command.
You find yourself deep in the woods, among tall moss-covered stones that may once have been walls and structures. Stone monuments stand here in two rows, heavily weathered by time and covered in greenery.
You brush the plantlife off one of them, and find that there is a statue underneath, shaped like a lizardman warrior. Stroking and touching the cold, cracked stone eases the feeling just a little, but not enough.
You try more of the statues, stroking and feeling their chiselled scales and muscles, until you find two that seem to ease your needs the most. Two naked warriors, their massive stone cocks pointed towards eachother, with a gap between.
Your fingers stroke along the stony, cold shafts, and you shudder with desire. Yes, this is what you need. You must serve these ancient heroes. That will fill the hole inside you.
You lean down to one, and open your mouth, before sliding it over the rock-hard length of the engraved cock. Your head feels calm, warm, content. But you need more.
You wiggle and adjust yourself, as you climb up onto the statue plinths, and press your rear against the other statue. You feel its cock stretch your hole, as it fills you and slides inside. Only when you are fully hilted on both cocks do you finally feel at peace.
Your thoughts slow, and stop, as absolute contentment and calm washes over you. You don't notice your hands stretching out, forming claws. Or your feet growing and shifting into powerful talons, your face bulging into a sloped scaly snout.
Any time you try to pull away from the cocks, the terrible need inside you grows unbearably. So you simply remain still, as your scales start to turn cold. Hardening, becoming grey and stony and smooth.
Serve the warriors. Serve forever. This is where you belong. No need to move. No need to think...
Perhaps in tens or hundreds of years, someone might stumble across the statue of three lizardmen, two of them fucking a third from both ends. They might move you to a museum, or keep you for themselves. But they will never realise that once, this statue used to be a person.
Your adventure ends here.
Ending 3. A Forgotten Statue
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e3 to true>>
A wild, green-skinned ogre finds you.You clench your eyes, and try to focus. The first impression you get is of gleaming, shiny white. This then clears up as your blurry vision starts to settle. You are looking up into the concerned face of a handsome, pale-furred horse.
His long snout is masculine and broad, and body is huge and wide, particularly under the heavy white plate armour he's wearing. The edges of the plate is marked with silver trim, and he's holding his helmet under one arm, leaving his thick red mane blowing in the wind.
He must have been on patrol, because his body is radiating heat, and the scent of his powerful warrior muscles flows over you. The musk drives you even more wild.
"Can you speak? If you can describe what ails you, I will assist to the best of my abilities", he says.
[[Kiss him]]
[[Ask him for help]]You can't take this need any more!
You lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his thick, muscular neck. His body against your throbbing, needy skin only drives you more wild. You press your mouth against his lips, as his eyes open wide in shock.
The feeling of his warm lips, his wet tongue, they make you shudder and moan with delight. For a moment, he wraps his arms around you, before shaking his head and pushing you away.
"S-stop! I am Lance, a holy paladin! This sort of behaviour is not...is not permitted!", he gasps.
You shudder and moan, his powerful hands holding your waist, squeezing and pressing you. It feels incredible, like every touch of any part of your body is jacking you off almost to completion.
A sort of steam seems to be rising off you, barely visible yet warm and intense. Lance breathes it in, and his eyes start to glaze over, as his face turns red. He begins to pant, and grunts as he shifts uncomfortably in his armour.
You look down at his crotch plate, and feel a need like no other you've ever felt. You MUST have this horse's cock inside you. He needs to plow you!
[[Ride the horse!]]You breathe in slowly, and explain everything as best you can. Though the desperate need inside you is still raging, speaking and talking through it is helping you to control your needs.
You look up at the pale-furred horse who came to you, and see that he is listening intently. His deep brown eyes show only compassion and concern, and he places down the helmet of his heavy white plate armour so that his hands are both free.
"I see. This sounds like a dire curse. Fear not, as a paladin, I am trained in these things. My name is Lance. Would you permit me to try and dispel the magical energies within you? You will need to lie still. And, I am afraid, you will need to be naked. If you wish, I can carry you to a guard post for privacy."
He doesn't seem to have any ulterior motive, and his deep voice is calm and sincere, but you don't think you can last all the way to a guard post. Not with this horse's warm, musky body so close to you.
[[Kiss him]]
[[Carefully remove your clothes and lie still]]You push down your lustful thoughts, understanding that they are likely a result of the strange curse. Still, Lance's closeness is a constant, overwhelming temptation, so you close your eyes and try not to think too much about his strong, virile body.
You pull off your shirt, wincing and gasping at every touch of the fabric on your body. Then your shoes and socks, though you discover that the feeling of the grass on your bare soles is almost unbearably intense.
Finally, and very slowly, you pull down your pants. You need to stop regularly, as at every moment you feel as though you might burst, and cum right in front of Lance. Finally though, you are lying naked, with your cock throbbing and rock-hard. Pre dribbles down it, soaking your chest.
Lance carefully doesn't look at it.
He takes his large hands, and places them on your chest. You gasp immediately, arching your back and squirming with need. It feels like he's rubbing your cock! No, worse, it feels like you've been edged for a week, and he's rubbing and teasing you even more.
"Try to resist it. Think of calming peace, of duty and of honour", he says. You try to focus on his words, even as he touches and strokes over your bare chest, driving you mad with need. But it does seem to be working. The heat inside you rises off your body like steam, oozing up into the air and starting to dissipate. Bit by bit, the neediness, the intensity, it all starts fading...
...then, like a shimmering beast of fog in the air, it suddenly coils into focus, and pounces directly at Lance. He gasps, choking and clawing at his throat as the energy flows into him.
He clenches his eyes shut, and his arms begin to glow. He is using magic to try to fight the curse, but he seems to be failing. He falls forward, his entire heavy body landing atop you.
You are knocked out, the weight of the horse's body pinning you down, making you sink into darkness.
You feel like you are dreaming. A strange, throbbing sensation is pulsing through your body, like a hammering drum in your head. You can feel Lance's weight on top of you, the heat and scent of his huge, muscular form.
The smell, in particular, is growing. You are tight, cramped. Hard, strong metal seems to be pressing against your belly, while Lance's hairy, damp crotch shoves down on your behind. Below you, you can smell his enormous, sweaty black balls. In fact, you can feel them swaying and moving, almost like they're attached to you.
The throbbing is constant, rhythmic. Like a heartbeat. Bathump. Bathump. You taste sticky, salty fluid on your lips. Your body feels spongy, sensitive, hot. You are so desperate to be touched. Desperate to be used. You drift into confused, uncomfortable sleep...
[[Lance wakes up]]You lean down, and unbuckle Lance's crotch plate. The armour is almost ceramic-like, with a pure white gleam to it. The sides are designed to unbuckle and come off, presumably that he can do his business on duty. He moans and mumbles, trying to push you away, but he doesn't really resist.
<<set $lust to 0>>
Soon, you finish unlatching his crotch plate, and pull it off. Drool drops from your mouth as his manhood is unleashed. A fat, throbbing, foot-long black cock. The tip of it is flared and flat, while the middle of the shaft has a ring around it. Steaming, musky air oozes out from his crotch. The stink of his sweaty, heavy black balls, his throbbing, needy cock.
A gush of precum dribbles and splutters from his tip, as you begin to rip your clothes off desperately. Your skin is even redder than before, even more needy and sensitive. Your ass HUNGERS for his massive, throbbing rod.
"I must...resist...temptation...", he says through gritted teeth. But you can see the hunger in his eyes too. The lewd, filthy thoughts he is unable to hold back when he sees your naked form.
You climb atop his lap, and press his gigantic rod against your needy hole. You moan, shuddering as gasping, as he thrusts it forward, stretching your tight ass, sliding it deeper inside you.
You feel every motion, every contour of his massive cock, in incredible detail inside you. Each inch he pushes into you, it feels like it's the only thing in the world that matters. The pleasure is ripping and hammering into your mind, utterly overwhelming you.
Lance snorts, thrusting harder, ramming himself as deep into you as he can. His cock seems to be growing inside you, filling you, pushing aside everything else and taking over every part of your being. You can feel the hammering of his heartbeat deep inside you, feel the weight of his massive balls around your legs.
He bends down over you, his sweating heaving body pinning you against the ground. You feel smaller, yet more intense, more hard and real and firm. His cock is the only thing in existence...
Then, you feel a pressure building in his balls. A rush of hot, thick cum explodes up inside you, and gushes out from your mouth, covering his chest and face in jizz.
The joy. The need. The bliss. It fills you, every part of you, every cell in your body blazing with desire.
You pass out, your mind melting in an orgasmic volcano that seems to never end...
<<set $purity to 90>>
[[The curse begins]]<<if $purity < 100>>You wake up slowly, dizzily. You try to move, but your whole body seems to be rooted between something huge and warm and heavy.<br><br>
You look down, confused, and see Lance's massive, sweaty black balls under you. At your sides, you can see his powerful muscular legs, still clad in white armour.<br><br>
You look down at yourself, and are shocked at what you see. Your whole body is now around a foot long, and your flesh is soft and pink and intensely pleasurable. At your groin, you see that your cock, waist and legs are all missing. Instead, you are attached to the end of a thick, dark-skinned pole, one that is rising out from Lance's sweaty, wrinkled black sheath. You are on the end of his cock!<br><br>
Lance mumbles, and starts to sit up. He shudders and coughs, as he begins to remember what happened. Then, he looks down at his armour in horror. The thick, dripping loads he erupted with last night are still staining the pure metal. His hands shake as he pulls his armour off, and lies naked on the grass. His chest heaves, and he struggles to stay composed.<br><br>
"My...my vows...", he mutters. You throb and twitch between his legs, and he barely notices you.<br><br>
"I swore to never orgasm. I have trained my entire life for my duties as a paladin. And now...", he mutters.<br><br>
You twitch again, and feel a shudder pass through you as a thick messy glob of precum oozes from your mouth.<br><br>
"It felt so good...", he mumbles.<br><br>
Finally, you speak up, coughing as you spit out the pre. He blinks and looks down at you at last, but then yells in alarm.<br><br>
"This...this must be part of the curse. A curse of lust and of combination. I have vague memories of hearing about such a thing."<br><br>
He pulls his hand away from you, with some difficulty. You can tell he is struggling to fight the feeling of how pleasurable it is to fondle you. Especially when he remembers the feelings from last night. Oddly, deep inside, you feel a strange pride and possessiveness to know you gave him his first orgasm ever.<br><br>
"What happened before...it must never happen again. We will work on fixing this, and I will continue with my vows and duties. I will atone, and accept my reduced rank for my sins."<br><br>
<<else>>Lance jumps in alarm, causing you to feel your whole body shift and jiggle. "What?! Who's there?!", he yells in his deep, rumbling voice.<br><br>
You call out again, and he realises where your voice is coming from. You hear the clanking of him pulling off his armour, and freeing his muscular, sweaty body to the air. Then, finally, he looks down at you. His mouth opens in shock. "What...how can this be?!", he yells.<br><br>
He examines you, stroking his fingers gently across your length and over your head.<br><br>
Your whole body is now around a foot long, and your flesh is soft and pink and intensely pleasurable. At your groin, you see that your cock, waist and legs are all missing. Instead, you are attached to the end of a thick, dark-skinned pole, one that is rising out from Lance's sweaty, wrinkled black sheath. You are on the end of his cock!<br><br>
"This...this must be part of the curse. A curse of lust and of combination. I have vague memories of hearing about such a thing."<br><br>
He pulls his hand away from you, with some difficulty. You can tell he is struggling to fight the feeling of how pleasurable it is to fondle you.<br><br>
<</if>>
He looks down at you, and rubs his head and his eyes. He breathes in deeply, trying to calm himself. You can feel his emotions, his needs, all filling his massive powerful body. It's a strange sensation, being a part of him.<br><br>
"Alright. Well, this is clearly a curse. As such, I am honour bound not to return to the city until we can clear it. It is a law of the <<linkappend "paladins">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//The paladins are an order of holy knights based in Gran Campion. They make oaths to fight monsters and protect citizens from the corruptive effect of dark magic. One particularly famous oath being that they are forbidden to have sex or masturbate, believing that the denial enhances their holy powers.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>>, set down so that we do not pass any curses onto the city, where they may become difficult to root out."<br><br>
<span id="gran"></span>
He reaches down, and lifts you carefully. His touch feels incredible, and makes that needy desire start to rise again.<br><br>
"I will seek a way to remove the curse while I go about my duties. I can only offer my deepest apologies, but you will have to suffer the indignity of being my manhood for that time. I hope we will not be stuck in this way for long."<br><br>
You agree...mostly. But somewhere inside you, a growing part of you only wants to make this big musky horse erupt with cum. <br><br>
[[Morning]]<br>
<<script>>
$("#menu").removeClass("hidden");
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<<if $extramagic>>
You can feel the power of the curse finally taking you over, erasing everything that once made you human.<br><br>
Unless...you were to use the power the goat gave you...<br><br>
[[Focus on the power]]<br>
[[Let it happen|A Cock's Ending]]<br>
<<else>>
[[A Cock's Ending]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $change < 2>>
<<if $extramagic>>
You can feel the power of the curse finally fading, as your body begins to restore to normal.<br><br>
But...you could use the power the goat gave you...<br><br>
[[Redirect the power]]<br>
[[Let it happen|An Adventure's Ending]]
<<else>>
[[An Adventure's Ending]]
<</if>>
<<else>>
The sun is rising, and dawn's light is sparkling on the morning dew. You wake up between Lance's legs, feeling his weight and strength above you - and feeling his need to urinate.<br><br>
Lance stretched and massages his muscles, then moves to a nearby tree. You have to feel him hold you and aim you down, and then experience the heat and taste of his steaming, acrid piss as it flows through you.<br><br>
<<if $purity < 50>>
He grins as he watches his piss flowing through you and spraying over the tree. His thumb strokes along your side, and he squeezes you a bit, playing with the stream and making sure you taste it.<br><br>
"How's that taste? My piss flowing through you? Being used as my cock?", he growls.<br><br>
<<else>>
He apologises and winces as he does it, but it's this or stay pent up until he bursts. The feeling of being used like this, as just a body part, gives you strange and confusing feelings.<br><br>
<</if>>
After that, he sits down to examine you, and see how your changes have progressed.<br><br>
<<if $change == 2>>
Apart from your shrunken size, you have almost completely returned to normal. You look like a small human who is inexplicably standing in Lance's sheath, with the bottoms of your feet fused to his crotch deep within the warm darkness of his sheath. It makes it particularly uncomfortable when you must sit in his armour, as you have lost the softness of your cock form. Even your own scent has returned, and you no longer stink of Lance's crotch.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 3>>
The transformation has largely receded. You look mostly human now, but shrunken. You can see your body blending in with the base of Lance's cock just below your knees, and the feeling of heat and warmth that you had before has largely receded.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 4>>
The transformation has slowly begun to recede. Your navel and crotch have mostly returned, and you now have your own bellybutton and cock back. Your legs are still fused together though, and merge into the glossy black colour of Lance's cock just above your knees.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 5>>
You are significantly shrunken, your body now around a foot long. You are attached to Lance's groin, with your own body blending smoothly into his cock just below your navel. The colour of your flesh blends into the glossy ebony black of his cock, and you can feel the weight and heat of his body below you.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 6>>
You are more cock than person, with much of your body changed. You are attached to Lance's groin, and the colour of your flesh merges into the glossy black of his shaft just below your armpits. Your chest and torso are mostly cylindrical, with no hint of pecs or a belly. Instead, you have a thick and sensitive medial ring around your midriff. Only your arms, neck and head are still distinct.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 7>>
You are rapidly being overtaken by the effects of the curse. All the hair on your head has fallen out, and the colour of your skin has completely shifted to the glossy, ebony black of Lance's shaft. Your arms are smaller, and your mouth has shifted into a vertical slit that dribbles with Lance's fluids. You can feel the sensitive, musky heat of his shaft overtaking you, urging you to surrender and become a cock forever.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 8>>
It is getting harder to not just think of yourself as a cock. Your arms have completely disappeared, and your whole body is now a thick, heavy shaft. Lance's cock now tapers at the end, where your "neck" of sorts is, before bulging out into a round head that isn't immediately recognisable as human. Your flesh is glossy and black all over, and your facial features have mostly receded, leaving only eyes, a flat nose, and your thick drooling vertical mouth-slit.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 9>>
At this point, you are almost completely indistinguishable from an ordinary equine cock. You are larger, and heavier than many, at almost fifteen inches. Your whole body is glossy and black, and you throb and twitch with Lance's needs and desires. You have his thick, sensitive medial ring, and the thick and flared flat head of his shaft instead of a human head. The only difference is that you have a pair of tiny, recessed eyes barely visible either side of his cock slit.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $lancewill < 1>>
Lance shudders, and looks down at you. His eyes are dizzy and unfocused, and he looks nervous.<br><br>
"Master? What should we do today?"<br><br>
You realise his will is completely broken. He cannot make his own decisions any more, without consulting you. <br><br>
[[Assume direct control]]<br>
<<else>>
<<if $purity < 50>>
Lance squeezes you a little, and grins. "So, what am I gonna do with myself today...?", he says.<br><br>
[[Suggest what Lance should do today]]<br>
[[Let Master choose|Let Bandit Lance Decide]]<br>
<<if $extramagic>>
[[Tell him to visit the old goat]]<br>
<</if>>
<<else>>
"I have duties I need to fulfil, per my oaths, but I do also have a duty to you as a cursed civilian to help you out. Do you want to say anything before I put you away?", he asks.<br><br>
[[Suggest what Lance should do today]]<br>
[[Just let him decide]]<br>
<<if $extramagic>>
[[Assume direct control]]<br>
<</if>>
<</if>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>><<if $purity > 40>>
Lance returns to the camp site he made where your transformation first occured. You jostle between his legs as he works, feel the strain of his muscles as he pulls the tent cords taut, and then the warmth of the campfire as he starts it up.<br><br>
Finally, he starts to pull his armour off, unbuckling it and freeing his <<linkappend "muscular">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//Every inch of Lance's body is rock-solid and chiselled from a lifetime of intense combat training. His pecs bulge with rock-hard meat, his abs look sculpted from stone, and his biceps are massive footballs of corded muscle.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>>, tired body. The warm light of the campfire washes over you as Lance removes his leg and crotch armour, and you are finally able to stretch out and relax a little. You droop over his balls and enjoy the crackling warmth.<br><br>
<span id="gran"></span>
"Another day of the curse. Hopefully, not too many more, eh? I hope you haven't been struggling too much down there. Is there anything I can do to assist you?", he asks. His hand nervously reaches down to touch you, but then he seems to reconsider.<br><br>
[[Ask him to talk to you]]<br>
[[Ask him to treat you like a normal cock]]<br>
[[Ask him to jerk off]]<br>
<<if $extramagic>>
[[Force Lance to jerk off]]<br>
<</if>>
<<else>>
Lance returns to camp without speaking to you. You jostle between his legs, dripping with his musk, never being treated as anything but the cock that you are.<br><br>
He heads to bed without bathing or cleaning himself. His musk is growing stronger and more masculine, a rough and dirty stink that suits his changing, dirtier personality.<br><br>
[[Changing]]
<</if>>
Lance tosses and turns in his tent. His breathing is rapid, his heart pounds. He moans and mumbles someone's name.
You are there the whole night, flopped between his legs, feeling the echoes and after-effects of his pent-up dreams. His lust and need seems to flow through you, as you throb or twitch at his desires, like you are connected to them.
[[Push on those feelings]]
[[Stay obedient and calm]]You are awoken by a sudden lurching sensation, as you are dragged upwards and lifted up. Your rear seems to be attached to something warm and heavy, and as it rises, it takes you with it.
You are still tightly confined in your dark, musky, uncomfortable prison. Your whole body throbs and drips with sweat, as the stink of Lance's sweaty crotch flows over you.
"Traveller? Are you there?", you hear Lance say. His voice seems to be coming from above you, and echoes through your prison oddly.
[[Say nothing]]
[[Yell that you're here|The curse begins]]
<<script>>
$("#menu").removeClass("hidden");
<</script>>You are not sure why, but you decide to remain silent. You just focus on that throbbing, pumping feeling inside you. You are so desperately horny, so needy. Your whole body is hot and tingling, warm and intense with need.
"Traveller?", Lance says. You feel him stepping forward, a motion which jostles and moves you in your prison. Every step of Lance's strong feet sends a vibration through you.
"He must have left...", he mumbles. You can feel a pressure beneath you, an intense growing need different from the lustful one that burns through your body.
Lance walks more, jostling and bouncing you as he does. Then you hear the clank of his armour being unbuckled. The sound of metal sliding against metal hums through your prison, until the steel wall of your prison suddenly pulls away, allowing light to wash over you.
You can feel sweat dripping from your form as the fresh air finally touches you, and you are able to stretch out and relax. You look down at yourself, and take in the full extent of what has happened.
You have shrunk significantly, for a start. Your whole body is around a foot long, and your flesh is soft and pink and intensely pleasurable. As you look down to your groin, you see that your cock, waist and legs are all missing. Instead, you are attached to the end of a thick, dark-skinned pole, one that is rising out from Lance's sweaty, wrinkled black sheath. You are on the end of his cock!
You look up, and see his face far above you. He is carefully not looking at you, something you noticed he did with your own cock earlier, before you became attached to him. He must not like looking at genitals, and so he hasn't actually noticed you yet.
His strong, rough hand holds onto you, and you flop against his palm. He angles your face down, towards the roots of a tree, and you feel the pressure behind you growing. He's about to piss, and you're going to get a front row seat.
[[Remain silent]]
[[Yell that you're here|The curse begins]]
<<set $attunement to 20>>
<<set $change to 6>>The strange, growing desire within you seems to be building. A sense of need, to act like a normal, ordinary cock, to not be noticed...
So you simply let Lance hold you in his large, powerful hand. You feel the relief shudder through his body, as his hot piss rushes up inside you, and streams out of your mouth. You taste every acrid drop as he soaks the base of the tree in his musky urine.
His relief echoes down into every part of you, too. The taste and smell should be nasty, but they feel natural. This is just what a cock does. You are serving your purpose.
As the piss flows through you, the shiny, glossy black colour of Lance's shaft begins to move further up your body. It moves over your chest, up along your arms, and over your neck, making your skin feel even warmer, muskier, needier.
Your arms start to shrink, bit by bit. Your chest loses its definition, pecs and belly disappearing into the thick cylinder of Lance's erection. As your arms are reduced to nubs, your whole body throbs and tingles. Then, they disappear completely.
The last few drops dribble from your mouth, and Lance tucks you back in the sweaty, dark confines of his armour. Darkness covers you once again, as he begins to re-attach his crotch plate. His thick, warm sheath slides up over you like a sleeping bag. Covering you in a warm, safe embrace.
You can feel your identity slipping away. Thinking and acting like a cock is becoming so easy, so natural. This might be your last chance to push back against it.
<<linkreplace "Struggle against the sheath">>[[Cocks don't speak.]]<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "Call out to Lance">>[[Cocks don't speak.]]<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "Even just wiggle a bit, show him you're here">>[[Cocks don't speak.]]<</linkreplace>>
[[Cocks don't speak.]]
<<set $attunement to 40>>
<<set $change to 7>>You are trapped once again in Lance's armour. His heavy balls sway beneath you, his scent and his warmth is all you can think about.<br><br>
Time seems to pass so easily. Cocks don't get bored, or stress about things, or have worries. Lance's motions, the weight and power of his body as he goes about his day, it all soothes you into a sort of trance.<br><br>
The more time passes, the more you start to change. His scent, his throbbing need, it is all you need to exist for. Your face starts to flatten and spread out, as the dark colour of his ebony-black cock spreads over every inch of your body. You can taste his fluids on your lips, as they become the slit of his enormous equine penis.<br><br>
You are roused from your trance by words. Lance is talking to someone.<br><br>
"Welcome back, Lance!", a cheerful voice says. You can hear the clanking of Lance's armour all around you, as he slowly removes his plates and puts them aside. Light washes over you, and you twitch and stretch out in the air. Lance's muscular, powerful body is nude, and you start to hang out and sway down between his legs.<br><br>
You're in a barracks of some sort, standing in front of a bunk bed. Lance's hand is resting on the ladder, and one leg is on the bottom rung. It seems he was about to climb up and sleep.<br><br>
On the bottom bunk, a golden-furred dog man is lying naked. He is muscular and lithe too, but less bulky than Lance. He smiles, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. Lance doesn't notice, but you do - he keeps taking glances at you.<br><br>
"I'm glad you came back safe", the dog says. His tail wags a little. Lance nods, and you feel his awkwardness and uncertainty. The dog's own shaft is hard and thick, and twitches between his legs.<br><br>
"S-sorry about that", the dog says. "This vow of chastity is...tough, isn't it. I am hoping when I have had as much experience as you, it'll get easier to handle."<br><br>
Lance nods. You feel his heart beating faster. "Yes. It's tough, but it's the vow we made when we became paladins. It will...it will get easier, <<linkappend "Pike">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//Your interest makes Lance focus even more on Pike's body. His naked, slender body. The dog's golden fur covers every inch of him, and his shaggy tail is wagging and swaying on the sheets under him as he looks at Lance. His floppy ears and eager smile are cute but also oddly handsome.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>>..."<br><br>
<span id="gran"></span>
You can feel how much Lance wants this. With the last dregs of your willpower, can you really accept becoming a cock that can never be used for pleasure?<br><br>
[[Mentally urge him to make a move]]<br>
[[Stop thinking. You are Lance's cock. You must not cum. You are a good, needy paladin cock.]]<br>
<<set $attunement to 80>>
<<set $change to 9>>
<<set $lust to 80>>You can feel Lance's desire, his need. You are so sensitive, so hot and heavy. His balls churn, sagging under his crotch, heavy with lust. He has never cum in his life, and as a paladin, he is duty-bound to never do so.
Ever.
You can't accept that. You can feel his body growing warm, his heart pounding. You have not been his cock for long, but with this link to him, being part of him, you have a feeling of how much Lance likes Pike, how often he's dreamed of him.
How often he's secretly wanted to break the code, and kiss him.
You push on that, you focus on it with all the power you have as Lance's cock. You fill him with need, make his blood hot, make him tingle with a desire to act.
He looks down at the muscular, lithe body of the golden-furred dog beneath him. And he breaks.
You sway between his legs as he leans forward, lying atop Pike. The dog jumps, startled, but before he can speak, Lance presses his muzzle to Pike's. They kiss, and Lance's heart beats even faster, sending a drumbeat of heat and pleasure through you.
You grow harder, stiffer. Your whole body is taut and needy and heavy, as you press against Pike's soft fur. His own, smaller cock rises and twitches against you, rubbing and grinding against your heavy meat. The other cock twitches, and dribbles with pre, and you feel a connection, a brotherhood with it.
You realise you are thinking of it as the "other" cock. One like you. And you shudder as you accept that yes, you are a cock. Lance's cock. You will always be, and he might never even know you are here. But you don't care. This is your purpose, your reason to exist.
Lance lifts Pike's legs up in the air, and the dog's tail wags faster. Your thick, flared head is pressed up against Pike's tight hole, as you brush between his furry buttcheeks. His golden balls bounce just above you, and you urge Lance to do it. Push! Strike! Fuck!
His powerful crotch thrusts forward, and you are squeezed and pushed inside. The world going dark as you feel warm tightness all around you. Pike's tight, needy tailhole. This is your domain, your battlefield. You thrust forward, slamming into him over and over. Every inch of his hole stroking over you, squeezing you, making you hotter and harder and needier.
You can feel him moaning and gasping, feel Lance's heart pounding. You are going to claim this place, make it your own. You feel the pressure building under you, the growing heat and intensity in Lance's heavy, massive sweaty balls.
And then it comes. With an eruption, a flood of lust and need and pleasure. Lance's hot cum, so pent up and thick, explodes out from your mouth, rushing up through your body and gushing into Pike's ass. Your mind wipes out, drowning and melting into nothing as utter, perfect bliss and lust fills every inch of you.
You are barely conscious after that. There is only instinct, pleasure. You fuck, you thrust, you cum. You are a cock.
By the time Lance finally softens and pulls you free, you remember nothing of your old life. You have always been his cock. Pike's ass drips with your seed, and you feel proud.
After that night, the two of them become lovers. You get to know Pike intimately, perhaps more intimately than even Lance does. Because you know the tight feel inside him, the wetness and warmth of his mouth, the feel of his hands around your heavy shaft. They fuck and kiss in the barracks at night, in secret in the showers. They are commended for their teamwork, and sent on missions together where they lie naked beneath the stars.
Neither of them ever advance to the highest rank of Paladin, the Paladin Radiant. They know they would fail the check of chastity. But they don't care. Together they have found a joy much greater than the church can offer them. And you are right there with them, the whole time.
2. Lance and Pike, Unaware
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e2 to true>>
<<set $attunement to 100>>
<<set $change to 10>>
<<set $purity to 90>>
<<set $lust to 100>>Lance pants and his face flushes with warmth. He closes his eyes and chants his mantra. He must not break his vows, he must ignore the desires of the flesh.
You say nothing. You throb, and twitch, and taste pre oozing and dribbling out from your mouth and down your body. You feel the warmth, the need, every moment of Lance's desperation and pent-up frustration, but you say nothing.
As Lance climbs up onto his bunk, you feel the weight of his needs pressing down on you. Making your mind sink deeper and deeper away. Your memories become fragmented, confused. Your thoughts become slow and strange, as you think over and over how badly you want to cum, but how Lance must not cum. Want cum. No cum. No cum...
The night is torture. Lance sweats and wriggles in his sleep, his dreams horny and needy. You are hard and thick, rising and tenting in his sheets, oozing with enough pre that he'll be soaked in the morning.
In the morning, he rises and you are rock-hard and heavy. But he ignores you, and walks to the shower. Cold water washes down on you, shrinking you and making you soft, even though all you can think of is your need.
You are forced into his tight, musky armour, and sit in frustrated darkness as he patrols. Sweat soaking you, need filling you.
Then he returns to the base, and the cycle repeats. Day after day, he only holds you when he washes you or when you feel his hot piss gushing from your mouth. The need grows, but Lance never breaks. You stop thinking about your old life, stop remembering being anything except a cock. A desperate, needy paladin cock.
Lance never knows that he has someone trapped inside his shaft. Even when, years after your change, he is promoted to Paladin Radiant. He kneels naked before the High Paladin, a white-furred majestic lion. He stands, and you are pushed tightly into a gleaming, smooth silver cage. Your whole body squeezed and compressed tightly, unable to twitch, unable to harden. Just a dark, warm metal prison. This is what it means to be a true Paladin's cock. You now have silver armour of your own, and you will never escape it, and never cum.
Ending 1. Lance the Grand Paladin, Unaware
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e1 to true>>
<<set $attunement to 100>>
<<set $change to 10>>
<<set $purity to 100>>
<<set $lust to 0>><<if $purity > 40>>
[[Ask him to look into curing your curse]]<br>
[[Tell him to focus on his duties]]<br>
[[Just let him decide]]<br>
[[Hunt for bandits|Patrolling the forest]]<br>
[[Visit the nearby village|Patrolling the village]]<br><br>
<<if $metwhore > 0>>
[[Village: Prostitute]] <br>
<</if>>
<<if $foundbar>>
[[Village: Bar]] <br>
<</if>>
<<if $farmer > 0>>
[[Village: Farmer]] <br>
<</if>>
<<if $bandit > 0>>
[[Patrolling the forest]] <br>
<</if>>
<<else>>
As you start trying to communicate with Lance, he reaches down and squeezes you firmly. Your voice is suddenly muffled and stopped. He strokes up and down you gently, and starts to grin.<br><br>
"Are you trying to tell me what to do? Cocks don't talk. Cocks just sit there and go along with what their masters want", he growls.<br><br>
[[I'm not just a cock!]]<br>
[[Be quiet and obedient|Let Bandit Lance Decide]]
<</if>>It feels oddly enjoyable to just be content, and to let your owner choose what to do. You mean, let Lance choose. You try to shake off that odd thought of him "owning" you.<br><br>
<<set $attunement to $attunement+20>>
Still, being an obedient silent partner gives you a strange thrill...<br><br>
<<if $duty > 3>>
<<set $random to random(4)>>
<<if $random == 0>>
"I will patrol the nearby village and ensure they are safe and well", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the village]] <br>
<<elseif $random == 1>>
"These forests are hounded by bandits, I have been told. I will bring some order to them", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the forest]] <br>
<<elseif $random == 2>>
"I will seek out some monsters to slay. These outer wilds suffer the savagery of primal beasts", he says.<br><br>
[[Hunting monsters]]<br>
<<elseif $random == 3>>
"I think it's time we continue searching for a cure for this curse", he says.<br><br>
[[Looking for a cure]]<br>
<<else>>
"I will patrol the nearby village and ensure they are safe and well", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the village]] <br>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<set $random to random(3)>>
"I should focus on my duties, for now. So long as we're careful, your curse shouldn't progress too quickly, and there are people in more dire need", he says. You sit silently, playing the part of a good cock for him.<br><br>
<<if $random == 0>>
"I will patrol the nearby village and ensure they are safe and well", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the village]]<br>
<<elseif $random == 1>>
"These forests are hounded by bandits, I have been told. I will bring some order to them", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the forest]]<br>
<<elseif $random == 2>>
"I will seek out some monsters to slay. These outer wilds suffer the savagery of primal beasts", he says.<br><br>
[[Hunting monsters]]<br>
<<else>>
"I will patrol the nearby village and ensure they are safe and well", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the village]]<br>
<</if>>
<</if>><<if $duty > 1>>
He nods. "Yes, I think it is time to see out a cure for this affliction. While my duties bind me, leaving this too long could result in further changes that would be no good for either of us."<br><br>
[[Looking for a cure]]<br>
<<else>>
<<set $random to random(1)>>
"I am sorry, my friend, but I cannot neglect my duties for too long. We will return to your curse soon, but for now there are people in more dire need of my protection."<br><br>
<<if $random == 0>>
"I will patrol the nearby village and ensure they are safe and well", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the village]]<br>
<<elseif $random == 1>>
"These forests are hounded by bandits, I have been told. I will bring some order to them", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the forest]]<br>
<<else>>
"I will seek out some monsters to slay. These outer wilds suffer the savagery of primal beasts", he says.<br><br>
[[Hunting monsters]]<br>
<</if>>
<</if>>He nods. "Yes, thank you. I appreciate you understanding my vows and obligations as a paladin. For now, we will focus on my duty, and return to dealing with the curse on another day."<br><br>
<<set $random to random(3)>>
<<if $random == 0>>
"I will patrol the nearby village and ensure they are safe and well", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the village]]<br>
<<elseif $random == 1>>
"These forests are hounded by bandits, I have been told. I will bring some order to them", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the forest]]<br>
<<elseif $random == 2>>
"I will seek out some monsters to slay. These outer wilds suffer the savagery of primal beasts", he says.<br><br>
[[Hunting monsters]]<br>
<<else>>
"I will patrol the nearby village and ensure they are safe and well", he says.<br><br>
[[Patrolling the village]]<br>
<</if>>"We should check the village near here. Patrols don't often get out this far, and I'm sure they'd appreciate a check in from the order", Lance tells you.<br><br>
<<if $gotvision == false>>
As he walks, the entire time you are just stuck in his armour, curled up as nothing but his cock in the dark warmth of his pants. It's frustrating not knowing what's going on out there, what's he's doing.<br><br>
But as time passes, and you are mesmerised by the movement of his legs, the power of his body, you get a sort of strange, dreamlike feeling. Like you can understand what's outside, vaguely be aware of the trees, the road, the sky. Somehow, Lance's senses are faintly linking to you.<br><br>
You're still stuck in the dark of his pants, but you know on some instinctive level what he's looking at outside.<br><br>
<<set $gotvision to $true>>
<</if>>
<<set $random to random(3)>>
<<if $random == 0>>
[[Village:Hunter|Village: Evil Farmer]]<br>
<<elseif $random == 1>>
[[Village: Bar]] <br>
<<elseif $random == 2>>
[[Village: Prostitute]] <br>
<<else>>
[[Village: Farmer]]<br>
<</if>>"These forests abound with <<linkappend "bandits">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//Despite Lance's firm belief that bandits are sinners who must be punished, the truth in your experience is a little more nuanced. The class divide in Gran Campion is astronomical. Nobles eat truffles from golden plates, while a street away poor children starve on the street. <br>The northern wilds, too, are a rough and difficult place to live. They never recovered fully from the war, and drawing a living from the soil is a difficult life. It is no surprise that some would resort to villainy.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>> and thieves", Lance says. "Those who would flee from the city's justice come out here, to prey on easy targets in the rough areas. We will bring some of that justice to them!"<br><br>
<span id="gran"></span>
He heads off into the forest, seeking some wrongdoers to put right.<br><br>
<<if $gotvision == false>>
As he walks, the entire time you are just stuck in his armour, curled up as nothing but his cock in the dark warmth of his pants. It's frustrating not knowing what's going on out there, what's he's doing.<br><br>
But as time passes, and you are mesmerised by the movement of his legs, the power of his body, you get a sort of strange, dreamlike feeling. Like you can understand what's outside, vaguely be aware of the trees, the road, the sky. Somehow, Lance's senses are faintly linking to you.<br><br>
You're still stuck in the dark of his pants, but you know on some instinctive level what he's looking at outside.<br><br>
<<set $gotvision to $true>>
<</if>>
<<if $bandit == 0>>
Lance stalks through the forest, his keen eyes searching for any signs of ambush or attack. He stops, and carefully steps back just before he would have walked into a snare trap.<br><br>
He kneels down, and then pulls on the snare. The rope tightens and pulls, before flying up into the treetops. A moment later, someone hops out of the bushes, brandishing a small knife.<br><br>
The bandit is a rabbit man, short and chubby. His fur is a dirty brown, and is scruffy and unkempt. He's wearing a leather jerkin, and his knife is pitted and rusty. He looks surprised when he sees that his trap failed, and then nervous when Lance stands up to his full height.<br><br>
"Surrender quietly, ruffian. I will return you to the justice of the city, for rehabilitation", Lance says. The rabbit replies by throwing his knife and trying to flee.<br><br>
The knife bounces uselessly off Lance's armour. He turns his hand, and you feel a strange pressure and pulsing within you. You shudder all over, as glowing light shimmers along Lance's body and sprays from his hand onto the ground.<br><br>
Where the rabbit's foot touches it, he sticks to the glowing light, causing him to fall on his face. Lance quickly runs over, and holds the bunny down under his boot.<br><br>
<<set $bandit to 1>>
<<else>>
Lance carefully explores the forest, until he comes upon some familiar tracks. Long footprints, likely from that same rabbit bandit. It doesn't take him long to follow them, and discover the bandit waiting at another one of his traps.<br><br>
The rabbit doesn't even notice until Lance grabs his arms and pulls them behind the bandit's back. He yelps and struggles, but Lance pushes him down and pins him to the ground.<br><br>
"Still at it? You need to settle down and abandon this life of crime", Lance says.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $purity < 60 && $lust > 80>>
You shift in Lance's pants, and start to harden. The cramped space in Lance's armour rapidly becomes insufficient, as your form throbs and stiffens and starts to grow.<br><br>
Lance's heart beats faster, sending a drumming through your whole form. As he looks down on that helpless bandit below him...he wants to try things he has never considered before.<br><br>
[[Urge him to do it]]<br>
[[Let him decide himself]]<br>
<<else>>
You feel yourself shift slightly, and start to throb as Lance looks down at the defeated bandit under his foot. But he quickly shakes off the feeling, leaving you feeling a little frustrated and denied.<br><br>
As Lance is momentarily distracted, the rabbit quickly rolls and hops aside, then scrambles into the bushes to flee. Lance sighs.<br><br>
"I need to focus. We'll grab him next time."<br><br>
[[Evening]]
<</if>>
<<set $duty to $duty+2>>"These forests are beyond the range of our regular patrols. In addition to bandits, they bear the stink of <<linkappend "chaos">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//The Paladins believe that monsters are formed from 'chaos' or 'malice', a sort of invisible fog that is created by negative emotions. In their faith, chaos returns to the soil when monsters are slain, and eventually reforms into new monsters. As such, they must remain eternally vigilant.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>>. Monsters prowl these dark woods, preying on livestock and those who stray too far from civilization", Lance explains.
<span id="gran"></span>
He wanders into the woods, following some paladin instinct. It doesn't take him long to come across a nest of strange monsters.
Large, glistening black eggs are clustered at the brances of some trees deep in the woods. Lance kneels down, observing carefully. After a while, something slithers out from the branches. A strange, sinous black lizard, with a long tail and seemingly no eyes or facial features, only a jagged mouth.
The lizard creature begins tending to the eggs, not noticing Lance lurking nearby. Lance holds his hand to his chest, and starts to draw on some kind of power. You feel your mind grow empty, your thoughts becoming peaceful and quiet. A warm, light feeling spreads through you, then begins to coalesce in Lance's hand.
He stands, and flings the light like a bolas. It spins through the air, taking form as it wraps around the body of the surprised creature, creating a web of glowing lines that bind it tightly.
Lance quickly strides over, raises his sword, and pierces the beast. It wriggles against his glowing blade, before disintegrating into smoke. The eggs in the trees pulse for a moment, then evaporate too.
"Foul beasts. My duty is done", he says. He then returns to camp, feeling very proud and pleased.
[[Evening]]
<<set $duty to $duty+2>><<if $investigation == 0>>
You do your best to explain everything that happened, and Lane returns to where he found you. He unlocks his crotch plate and lets you hang out so that you can look around and direct him, but you find it difficult to recognise things when you're between someone else's legs.<br><br>
Still, eventually after some struggles you manage to find the rock that started all of this.<br><br>
Lance kneels down, and you are disoriented for a moment as you sway to and fro on his crotch. Lance examines and carefully checks the stone's subtle carvings and marks.<br><br>
"Hmm...some sort of ancient magical focus? I think there is still some power here that I could draw on. I just need to be careful", he says.<br><br>
He presses his hands against the stone, and begins to meditate. You hang between his legs, not feeling anything at first. But then, slowly, you feel a sort of purity and calm spreading over you. Your mind feels clear and the strange pleasure in your body gradually recedes.<br><br>
There is a tone like a gentle bell, and the stone goes completely dark. Lance stands up, and stretches his arms.
<br><br>
"I didn't manage to fix it all the way, but I think we are making good proress. We'll come back here soon and do more investigation", he says.<br><br>
You look around and realise to your surprise that it's getting late. That feeling of calm must have lasted for hours! Lance carefully presses you back into his armor, and returns to the camp.<br><br>
<<elseif $investigation == 1>>
Lance returns to the stones from earlier, and kneels down to inspect them. You hear him stroking his hand over the rock, and then he rubs his chin.<br><br>
"It looks like all the power in this one is gone, now. I'll try to follow the stones deeper in, and see what's going on."<br><br>
You feel him walking into the forest, and kneeling occasionally to check the stones buried by moss and undergrowth. Eventually, you hear him unbuckling his armor, and light washes over you as you get a chance to look around.<br><br>
You're deeper in the woods, at some sort of clearing. Tall statues are lined up in two rows, each of them completely covered by green moss.<br><br>
Lance carefully brushes away some moss with the tip of his sword sword, and reveals that the statue, though worn and aged, is recognisably a <<linkappend "lizardman">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//The lizardmen were one of the first races to create civilization in these lands. Their ruins are everywhere, ancient stone buildings that are buried under millenia of plants and soil. They fled to the southern continent aeons ago, when the valley started to become colder.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>>.<br><br>
<span id="gran"></span>
"Aha. This explains things. You stumbled across ancient lizardmen ruins. I have learned from the temple that ancient lizard pagans would use merging and fusion rituals to enhance their powers. That must be what caused you to merge with me in this way. This will make it easier for me to push back against the curse", Lance says.<br><br>
He places his hands on the base of the statue, and meditates again. The cool air of the forest washes over you, the gentle sound of birds and rustling leaves soothes you into a trance.<br><br>
Hours later, he stands up, and you feel refreshed and clear. "If we keep this up, you will be cured before much longer!", he says happily.<br><br>
He buckles up his armour, and returns to camp before it gets too dark.<br><br>
<<else>>
Lance returns to the forest, and continues his meditation at the ancient lizard statues. Bit by bit, you feel more in control of yourself, more free from the curse's pull.<br><br>
There are a number of statues in this clearing, all on plinths. Some of the plinths are empty though, and Lance has been ignoring them.<br><br>
[[Suggest Lance investigate an empty plinth]]<br><br>
<</if>>
<<set $curing to true>>
<<set $duty to $duty-2>>
<<set $investigation to $investigation+1>>
[[Evening]]<<if $purity == 100 && $lust > 90>>
You are already rock hard and throbbing as Lance sleeps. Precum dribbles and oozes from your mouth, drips down your front and soaks you with musky, salty fluid.<br><br>
You twitch and flop from side to side between his naked legs. His heart pounds, sweat drips from his forehead. His dreams are filled with hot naked men, thick throbbing dicks, explosive orgasms.<br><br>
He gasps and moans. In his sleep, his hand drifts down, and wraps around your throbbing, hard length. You've got him.<br><br>
He snorts, and wakes up, his eyes dazed and tired, and his hand instinctively starting to pump and stroke you.<br><br>
[[Lance Can't Take it Any More!]]<br>
<<else>>
You try to feel that link to Lance, that connection you have to him. In his sleep, it feels stronger, more like you are able to understand his thoughts and influence them.<br><br>
You get distant thoughts and flashes. Guys he knows from his paladin training, their muscular, powerful bodies in the shower. His secret thoughts about them, his lusts and needs.<br><br>
You urge that on. Making his dreams more lewd, more dirty. He moans in his sleep, and you taste pre dripping messily from your mouth.<br><br>
<<set $random to random(2)>>
<<if $random == 0>>
In his dreams, a fellow paladin is walking out wet and naked from the shower. A golden-furred dog, his slender muscular body glistening with water, as he drops his towel and bends over. His tail wags invitingly as Lance stares longingly at the canine's rear. <br><br>
"P..Pike...", he mumbles.<br><br>
<<elseif $random == 1>>
In his dreams, he is being called in to be reprimanded by the leader of the paladins. A massive, muscular white lion stares at him from across a stone table, shaking his head. <br><br>
"Lance, you need to be punished for these sinful thoughts. Crawl under my desk, boy, and press your face against the massive cock of a real paladin", he growls in a deep, rumbling voice. He unbuckles his armour, revealing an impossibly massive lion cock, that gushes a river of pre over the floor, soaking Lance's hooves.<br><br>
"High Paladin, sir...", he mumbles.<br><br>
<<else>>
In his dreams, every paladin he knows is surrounding him, all of them naked, their massive cocks rock-hard and ready. One of them grins at him, and they all start to stroke themselves. <br><br>
"It's time for your initiation, Lance. Accept your reward", they say. One by one they cum over him, impossible quantities of hot cum splattering every inch of Lance's naked muscular body.<br><br>
"Yes...yes...", he mumbles.<br><br>
<</if>>
He's going to wake up with you as one hell of a morning wood.<br><br>
<<set $lust to $lust+10>>
<<if $changing>>
[[Changing]]<br>
<<elseif $curing>>
[[Reverting]]<br>
<<else>>
[[Morning]]<br>
<</if>>
<</if>><<if $attunement > 90>>
Even now, when he's horny and needy, when his dreams are filled with lusty thoughts, you do not take any action. You feel vaguely like you would once have felt bored or restless, sitting here throbbing and helpless for hours and hours at night.<br><br>
But this is what a cock does. You are a cock. You will sit here obediently, not make your own decisions. If Lance chooses to jerk you off, you will cum. If he pisses with you, you will taste his piss.<br><br>
He makes the decisions. You are just a part of him.<br><br>
You have been acting like such a good cock. Thinking like a cock, accepting your place as a cock. You can feel the curse spreading through you, feeding on your obedience, your pleasure. The joyful mindlessness of being a cock. It is slowly melting away all of your former thoughts and wants.<br><br>
<<linkreplace "No, I'm not a cock">>[[I am a cock|Changing]]<</linkreplace>><br>
<<linkreplace "Try to focus on your old self">>[[I am a cock|Changing]]<</linkreplace>><br>
<<linkreplace "Reist these strange feelings">>[[I am a cock|Changing]]<</linkreplace>><br>
[[I am a cock|Changing]]<br>
<<set $attunement to 40>>
<<elseif $attunement > 0>>
You try not to think too much about Lance's movements, his writhing in the tent. The panting of his breath, the scent of his large, heavy body...<br><br>
But you can't. These feelings are so overwhelming. The sensation of his heart pumping through you, the weight of your warm musky body, the taste of his precum on your lips. You are a cock. No, you're not a cock!<br><br>
It is a long, difficult night, as Lance struggles with his dreams, and you struggle with the voice inside you urging you to submit to being a part of him.<br><br>
<<if $changing>>
[[Changing]]<br>
<<elseif $curing>>
[[Reverting]]<br>
<<else>>
[[Morning]]<br>
<</if>>
<<set $attunement to $attunement+20>>
<<else>>
You try not to think too much about Lance's movements, his writhing in the tent. The panting of his breath, the scent of his large, heavy body...<br><br>
It is a long, awkward night.<br><br>
<<if $changing>>
[[Changing]]<br>
<<elseif $curing>>
[[Reverting]]<br>
<<else>>
[[Morning]]<br>
<</if>>
<</if>>Lance is only too happy to tell you about his life and his thoughts and wants.<br><br>
You listen as he talks about joining the paladin order when he was young, about choosing to give up his own pleasures to gain power to help others. About the friends he's made, his dreams of becoming a Paladin Radiant.<br><br>
<<if $conversation == 0>>
Eventually, the conversation comes around to the duties Lance has to focus on, and how important he's always thought them to be.<br><br>
"It's a lot of really difficult work, and it takes a lot of willpower to resist the things I want to do. Which makes me wonder sometimes, if I did slip up, would that really just nullify all my hard work?", he asks.<br><br>
<<set $conversation to 1>>
[[Tell him it's ok to mess up sometimes]]<br>
[[Agree it's all or nothing]]<br>
<<elseif $conversation == 1>>
He starts talking in particular about one particular paladin he trains with, a canine named Pike. He starts to get a little flustered as he describes him, and his words become a tangled babble, until he catches himself.<br><br>
"Well, um, yeah. He's really sweet. How about you? Do you have anyone you care about?", Lance asks.<br><br>
<<set $conversation to 2>>
[[Yes, I have a lover I need to get back to|RejectLance]]<br>
[[No, I'm not really interested in anyone at the moment|RejectLance]]<br>
[[I kind of like you, Lance]]<br>
<<else>>
With how much his words tumble out, you get the feeling that he's been quite lonely, and is very happy to have someone to talk to. Chatting with him helps remind you that you're not just a cock, as well.<br><br>
<<set $attunement to $attunement-10>>
[[Night]]
<</if>><<set $attunement to $attunement+20>>
<<if $purity < 50>>
Lance chuckles and squeezes you in his grip. "Why am I even talking to my cock? You're just a part of my body", he says.<br>
After that, he ignores you for the rest of the night. You just sit between his legs, resting over his heavy balls. Swaying as he walks, filled with his warmth. Part of him. No need for him to think about you or consider you. Just a cock. Just Lance's cock...<br><br>
<<else>>
Lance seems a little surprised. "You want me to act like you're just my ordinary cock? Are you sure?", he says. You twitch and reassure him that that's what you want right now.<br><br>
"Well, as you wish...", he says.<br><br>
After that, he ignores you for the rest of the night. You just sit between his legs, resting over his heavy balls. Swaying as he walks, filled with his warmth. Part of him. No need for him to think about you or consider you. Just a cock. Just Lance's cock...<br><br>
<</if>>
[[Night]]<br><<if $purity == 100>>
Lance blushes, his cheeks turning pink. You feel a rush of tingling heat and need run though you, and your whole body twitches and throbs for a moment. His embarrassment is cute, coming from such an otherwise tall and powerful stallion.<br><br>
"N-no, I cannot. I apologise, but my oaths forbid self-pleasure. If I were to break them, I would lose the privileges and powers I have worked years to have", he says.<br><br>
Still, you find yourself twitching and growing warm. Your body stiffens and stretches out, and Lance carefully avoids looking at you for the rest of the night. He may be chaste, but he still feels temptation.<br><br>
<<set $lust to $lust+10>>
<<elseif $purity < 5>>
He grins, and squeezes you firmly in his powerful hand. "Don't gotta ask me twice! I can't believe I missed out on this for so long!", he growls.<br><br>
He starts to rub and stroke you up and down, squeezing and massaging you. You shudder with intense lust at his every touch. The feeling of his coarse, strong hand rubbing up and down your sensitive, hardening shaft. The growing pressure under you, the building heat and hormones as his body grows hot and his blood pumps through you. It's a pleasure like nothing else in the world.<br><br>
He starts to pump faster and faster. You feel his hand move around behind him, as he pushes a finger into his dark, tight equine hole. He shudders and gasps, whinnying as the pleasure and lust overwhelms him. The need inside you explodes, and hot, thick fluids gush up through your body.<br><br>
His cum, hot and white and sticky, bursts from your mouth and splatters all over his chest. Rope after rope of horse jizz, soaking him in musky dripping fluids. He shudders and relaxes, and you start to soften in his grip.<br><br>
"Fuck yeah...", he mutters. He doesn't even bother cleaning up, just letting the fluids drip from his chest and your body as he gets ready to sleep.<br><br>
<<set $lust to 20>>
<<set $changing to true>>
<<elseif $lust > 70>>
Lance seems to consider your request for a while. His hand reaches down, and he gently strokes over your body. You start to harden, your form growing heavy and warm from his touch and attention.<br><br>
"I have already broken the vow of self-pleasure...what harm could it do to try it again? It's not like I can double-break it", he says. You can feel his anxiety, and you push on the feelings of need and arousal.<br><br>
His fingers grip around your shaft, holding you firmly. Then, he starts to pump. His moves are nervous, unfamiliar. You may be his cock, but he is still new to pleasure. He gasps and pants, his leg twitches as you throb in his grip.<br><br>
You can feel his heart beating faster and faster. He bites his lower lip, starting to increase the pace of his pumping. Precum dribbles from your mouth, and you feel hot and stiff and desperate for release.<br><br>
Then, in a sudden building rush, pleasure erupts through you. Hot, thick fluid gushes up through your body, warming you and forcing you to stand upright and erect. As Lance's thick, hot ropes of stallion cum spurt from your mouth, it catches him by surprise.<br><br>
His own cum splatters onto his muzzle and on his gasping tongue, as it arches up into the air with messy, explosive force. He whinnies and shudders, pushing you forward so that the rest of your loads gush and spurt over the grass, forming a musky, hot puddle.<br><br>
He pants and squirms as you soften and as his lust starts to calm. His tongue licks nervously at his muzzle, as he tastes his creamy seed.<br><br>
Blushing and awkward, he ignores you for the rest of the night. He just gets his tent ready to sleep in, and tries not to think about what he's done. But you can feel his lust and desires, the pounding of his heart. He wants to do that again.<br><br>
<<set $lust to 0>>
<<set $changing to true>>
<<if $purity == 90>>
<<set $purity to 80>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
He gulps. His hand nervously strokes over you, touching and feeling your sensitive, warm body.<br><br>
"N..no. I apologise, but I would prefer to limit my self-pleasuring. I may have already broken my vows, but I do not want to completely succumb to hedonism, either", he says.<br><br>
He strokes you a little more, and you start to harden. Reluctantly, he pulls his hand away, and breathes in deeply.<br><br>
"Perhaps another time...some time soon", he mumbles. He then stands up and starts preparing the tent for the night's sleep.<br><br>
<<set $lust to $lust+10>>
<</if>>
[[Night]]<br>That would be really unwise. You need to head to the city, and get help. You can feel a voice inside your mind, telling you not to, but you are still sane enough to realise that it is a really bad idea.
Are you sure?
[[Head towards the city]]
[[Follow the stones deeper into the woods]]
[[Avoid both the stones and the road]]As the night moves on, the glowing, pulsing sensation of the curse returns. That glowing, powerful feeling that you had in the rocks when this all began.<br><br>
It surges through your body, changing you, shifting you. You feel Lance's essence, his body, pushing away more of what makes you a separate person. His gleaming, musky black cockflesh spreading up over you, his weight and scent urging you on.<br><br>
<<if $change == 2>>
You were so close to being free! But you feel the pulsing and throbbing, your skin growing warm. The dark colour of Lance's cock flesh slowly creeps up your legs to your knees, returning you a little further to being his cock.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 3>>
The familiar heat and warmth and desire starts to build up in your head again, as your legs fuse and merge together, becoming thick and round. You feel a throbbing from Lance's heartbeat pound through you.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 4>>
Your cock twitches and stiffens, then begins to recede. Your crotch and hips are taken over by the glossy black colour of Lance's cock flesh, as it creeps up you and leaves you a sensitive, needy cock from the navel down.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 5>>
The definition of your torso starts to fade, as it becomes more cylindrical and shaft-like. The glossy colour of Lance's cock spreads up your skin, up to your armpits. Then, with a shuddering and intense feeling, his sensitive medial ring forms around your waist, adding new layers of pleasure to your form.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 6>>
Your arms start to shrink, and you feel all the hair on your body fall out and disappear. The colour of Lance's cock flesh spreads over every inch of your body, while your mouth shifts and changes into a vertical slit, that begins dribbling with precum.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 7>>
You are rapidly being overtaken by the effects of the curse. All the hair on your head has fallen out, and the colour of your skin has completely shifted to the glossy, ebony black of Lance's shaft. Your arms are smaller, and your mouth has shifted into a vertical slit that dribbles with Lance's fluids. You can feel the sensitive, musky heat of his shaft overtaking you, urging you to surrender and become a cock forever.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 8>>
You...you're not a cock. But it feels so good. Your arms wiggle and twitch one last time, before shrinking away and disappearing completely. Your remaining facials features start to melt away too, your ears shrinking and vanishing, and your nose flattening out.<br><br>
Only your eyes remain and a faint bulge for your nose. Your whole body throbs and twitches, almost completely overtaken by Lance's meat. You desperately cling to the last scraps of your humanity, as it is barraged by lust and desire.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 9>>
Your eyes close over, and disappear. Your whole body throbs and pulses with pleasure and weight. You didn't need those eyes. You don't need these thoughts. You are a cock. Every inch of you, every meaty, warm, heavy inch of your huge body, is a cock.<br><br>
You have always been a cock. You are Lance's cock. You are a cock. A cock. A thick, massive cock. Cocks don't need to think...<br><br>
<</if>>
<<set $changing to false>>
<<set $curing to false>>
<<set $change to $change+1>>
[[Morning]]"I can't...I need...", he mumbles. His hand squeezes around you, a little too tight, a little unfamiliar with how to do this. He pumps and strokes you up and down, the precum that's soaking you making the motions slippery and wet.
He gasps, shuddering. His leg twitches, he curls over from the intense pleasure. Every touch of him on your needy, hot, sensitive body is bliss. You are addicted to the pumping, the thrusting, the building pressure.
"I...I...", he gasps. He blushes all over, his pale fur turning pink over his cheeks and neck. Saliva drips from his mouth. More. You need more!
"Aaaaaah!", he yells out. Your whole body tenses up, hardens, jerks in his grip. The pressure inside him bursts, and the resulting orgasm is utterly mind blowing.
Your whole brain is simply crushed under the massive, explosive pleasure. You are barely conscious of the thick, hot ropes of cum erupting from you over and over. The messy hot jizz spraying over Lance's hands, his chest, soaking his balls. The taste, the heat.
There's only an ocean of white-hot pleasure. The true feeling of being a dick. Of being used. This is everything you ever wanted.
After what feels both like an eternity, and yet not long enough, the feeling slows down. You start to soften, you taste Lance's cum all over you.
Lance's face is flushed red with a blush, as he looks down at his hand, soaked and dripping with his own cum. And you, slowly softening, satisfied between his legs.
"Oh no...my vows...", he mumbles. He covers his face with his hands, then flinches when he realises he forgot about the cum, and it ends up dripping from his snout.
"I'm not supposed to jerk off! It's not allowed! When they find out, I'll be depowered and dishonoured...", he mumbles. He pants, and looks down at you. His hand strokes you, touches you. He winces and shudders.
"I'm sorry. I...I need to think about things...", he says. You can feel the conflict deep inside him. The shame and worry...and the pleasure.
He curls up in bed, and doesn't fall asleep for some time. All the while, you taste his cum on your mouth.
<<set $purity to 90>><<set $lust to 0>>
[[Changing]]As the night moves on, you can feel the faint, warm sensation of the curse starting to fade. Your mind feels clearer, your body feels more under your control.<br><br>
Bit by bit, you start to feel more like yourself. The "Lance"-ness of your body pushes back down, your own sense of self spreads out more over your changed body.<br><br>
<<if $change == 2>>
You wriggle out, feeling more in control of yourself, more normal than ever. Your body looks just like it did before, but smaller. You almost feel like you could just step free of Lance's sheath now.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 3>>
The heat and warmth that has been flowing through you recedes even more, as you feel Lance's connections to you rapidly fading.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 4>>
Your fused legs start to split apart again, though you can still feel Lance's connections and tubes somehow inside you.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 5>>
The colour of Lance's flesh recedes, moving down from your knees and into his sheath, as your own flesh colour takes over.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 6>>
Lance's medial ring shrinks and disappears, and you feel your own torso definition returning down to your hips.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 7>>
The hair on your head regrows, and the black glossy colour of Lance's cock recedes and moves down below your pecs, as you find it easier to think straight.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 8>>
Your arms start to regrow, bulging out from Lance's flesh and moving sluggishly, but once again under your control.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $change == 9>>
Lance's cockhead bulges out, reshaping back into a head, as your facial features start to return and you feel a little more in control.<br><br>
<</if>>
You are feeling hopeful that perhaps you might get out of this after all.<br><br>
<<set $changing to false>>
<<set $curing to false>>
<<set $change to $change-1>>
[[Morning]]You build on those lusty thoughts inside his head. Make him remember how good it feels to fuck, to use you. How good it feels to forget all those stuffy rules. He leans down, and squeezes the rabbit's rear, slowly feeling the furry rump and stroking a finger across the bandit's hole.
"What...what are you doing?", the rabbit says. Light floods over you, as Lance removes his crotch plate, and lets you hang free. You quickly harden and grow, responding to Lance's growing feelings.
He leans down, and picks up the bandit. Then, while the rabbit squirms and wriggles, he presses you under his short fluffy tail. And starts to push forward.
The bandit yelps louder, and your whole body is slowly pushed into darkness. Tight, warm flesh surrounds you, squeezing you, sliding over your sensitive body. Lance moves faster, pushing you forward, sliding you in and out, feeling the sensation of mounting someone.
"Oh fuck, oh fuuuuck!", the rabbit moans. His own cock, much smaller than you, hardens and twitches and oozes with pre as Lance rams you over and over into the smaller male's tight ass.
"Paladins aren't...allowed to...fuck!", the rabbit gasps between each thrust. Lance reaches down, and wraps his hand around the bandit's mouth to keep him quiet. The horse has a huge grin on his face, his eyes wide with lust and perversion.
He starts thrusting faster, squeezing you into the rabbit's tight hole, making your whole body harden and throb and heat up with need and lust. Then, in one mighty, massive movement, he rams you as deep as you will go. The rabbit yelps and wriggles, as Lance's balls bounce against his rear.
Lance squeezes the rabbit against his belly, holding him tight, shuddering as he holds it in as long as he can. But then the pressure within you, the heat and need, overflows. Your mind melts away, as utter pleasure consumes you.
A thick, hot fountain of cum erupts from your mouth. Lance's cum bulging up inside you, rushing through you, and then spurting out into the bandit's rear. Pump after pump, the rabbit's tight ass milking you dry as you empty Lance's balls into him.
Lance's body shakes and he growls with pleasure as he uses the bandit as a fuck sleeve. The rabbit's own cock bounces and squirms, then squirts a thick stream of cum all over his chest as he feels his insides grow hot with seed.
Finally, as you start to calm down and the pleasure subsides, Lance lets the rabbit go.
"I'm not a paladin", he says with a grin. The rabbit slumps forward, slowly sliding off you, his ass dripping with cum. You feel quite proud, looking at his stretched hole. Eventually, he pushes himself up, and rolls over.
"Fuck me...you're not, that's for sure! Did you steal that armour? That's freaking badass. Hey, if you wanna join our crew, we've got a little camp deeper into the forest", the bandit says.
He gives directions to Lance, who listens carefully. He then lets the bunny limp away, while he reaches down and strokes and teases you gently.
You get the feeling something has dramatically changed within Lance, and there's no going back now.
<<set $purity to 40>>
[[Evening]]After a moment, Lance breathes out and shakes off his temptation.
As Lance is momentarily distracted, the rabbit quickly rolls and hops aside, then scrambles into the bushes to flee. Lance growls.
"Damn it...I should have just...", he mutters. Then he shakes his head and rubs his snout. He stomps back off to the campsite, but you are half-hard and needy the whole way there.
[[Evening]] Lance ignores you, and starts to stroke you up and down, feeling your shaft, squeezing your firm, hard length. Your body is so warm and heavy, so full of pleasure.
You can feel his heart throbbing through you, his rough palm, the musk of his sweaty body. So much muskier and stronger since he started acting differently. The sweaty stink of a rough, crude man...
It's getting hard to think, to focus on what you are...
<<set $lust to $lust+5>>
<<set $attunement to $attunement+5>>
<<if $lust == 100 && $attunement == 100>>
[[I'm a...I'm a...]]
<<else>>
[[I'm a person, Lance!]]
[[I'm nothing but a cock|Let Bandit Lance Decide]]
<</if>>
Lance pumps faster, squeezes and rubs you. His balls jostle beneath you, his pre drips from your mouth. You're getting so hard, so needy. Being used like this feels so good, so overpowering. Like this is what you were meant to be.
<<set $lust to $lust+5>>
<<set $attunement to $attunement+5>>
<<if $lust == 100 && $attunement == 100>>
[[I'm a...I'm a...]]
<<else>>
[[I'm not a cock...!]]
[[I'm nothing but a cock|Let Bandit Lance Decide]]
<</if>>
You are so close, so hard, so tight. The pressure under you is overwhelming. You can taste Lance's pre soaking your face, feel his excitement, the cusp of his orgasm getting close.
But he slows, and stops pumping you. You crave his touch, you are desperate for more. You need to cum!
"Looks like my dick is acting up...can't finish if it's going to pretend to be something it's not..."
<<set $lust to $lust+5>>
<<set $attunement to $attunement+5>>
<<if $lust == 100 && $attunement == 100>>
[[I'm a...I'm a...]]
<<else>>
[[I'm not just a cock!]]
[[I'm nothing but a cock|Let Bandit Lance Decide]]
<</if>>
You can't take it. The teasing, the edging. Lance's touch, the taste of his pre on your lips. The musk of his huge body, the feeling of being attached to him.
You're a cock. You are Lance's cock.
As you think that, and accept it on some level, the dam breaks. Lance snorts and gasps with pleasure. The heat, the rush of his hot cum, it erupts through you.
You feel his seed stretch out your insides and spurt out over and over from your mouth. Loosing an uncontrollable mess of hot, thick white horse seed all over the grass, over Lance's legs, his balls, his chest.
Every hot rope of cum, every taste, makes you forget more and more why you ever resisted. This is what you exist for. You make Lance feel good. He pumps you, he pounds you, you spit up his hot jizz.
When you finally start to soften, you barely think at all. Lance tucks you away without talking to you, without paying any note to you being anything other than his cock.
<<set $lust to 60>>
<<set $changing to true>>
[[I'm your cock|Let Bandit Lance Decide]]<<if $purity > 80>>
Lance looks down at Russ's hand, and squeezes back. He bites his lower lip for a moment...then sighs. "I...I'm sorry. I can't. I have obligations...", he says. Russ nods. "It's alright, I understand. I hope you will still come check in now and then", he says.<br><br>
Lance then leaves, feeling conflicted and frustrated. You throb heavily in his pants, swollen and pulsing.<br><br>
<<set $lust to $lust+20>>
<<else>>
<<if $purity > 70>>
<<set $purity to 70>>
<</if>>
Lance looks down at Russ's hand. His heart pounds in his chest, his cheeks burn with a blush. Then, slowly, he leans in against Russ's face, and his long equine snout presses against Russ's broad black muzzle.<br><br>
As they kiss, you throb and stiffen in his armour. Russ's powerful hands begin unlaching and unlocking Lance's armour, taking it off piece by piece. He strokes his rough farmer hands over Lance's broad, powerful chest, feeling his muscles and short fur.<br><br>
He leans down, pulling away Lance's crotch plate, and letting you spring up, your body thick and throbbing and heavy.<br><br>
<<if $change > 7>>
He strokes his fingers along you, feeling your girth, your sensitive flesh. He doesn't notice that there's anything unusual about you, and Lance is too flustered to mention it.<br><br>
<<else>>
He snorts in surprise when he sees you, his hot breath blowing over your sensitive body. Lance stammers out an explanation, and Russ's ears flick as he listens. "Well, if both of you want this, then I still want it to", the farmer says with a smile.<br><br>
<</if>>
He leans down and kisses you, his dark lips pressing against your tip, licking up the precum that dribbles from your mouth. Then he opens his muzzle, and slides you inside. You are surrounded by dark, hot wet flesh. His thick tongue licks over your shaft, makes you throb harder and leak gushing, dribbling spurts of pre.<br><br>
Once you are hard and desperate, feeling close to the edge, he pulls away. Lance's chest heaves as he pants and gasps. Then Russ drops his own pants, revealing his thick, fat black cock. He climbs up atop Lance, and sits down, pressing you to his own thick bovine rump.<br><br>
Bit by bit, you slide up inside Russ, while he grunts and gasps. Lance shudders, trying to hold it in, as he grips Russ's hips with his powerful hands. He thrusts you into him, pounding and fucking faster and faster, while Russ assists by lifting and gyrating atop him.<br><br>
The pleasure is overwhelming. The tightness, the heat, the motion. It drives you wild with lust and desire, making you forget everything except the need to cum, the need to fuck. You are lost in a whirlwind of lust and desire.<br><br>
Until finally the climax approaches. The pressure and intensity exploding below you, and erupting up through your body. Hot, thick ropes of cum gush from your mouth, and fill Russ's rear with messy warmth. Russ bellows, snorting as he unloads his own cum all over Lance's chest in a dripping puddle of musky fluid.<br><br>
Slowly, the two of them pant and calm down. Russ stands up, and you slip free of his rear. They cuddle together on the couch, Lance's firm muscles against Russ's softer, broader body.<br><br>
Eventually, Lance gets up, and tells Russ he needs to return to camp. Russ nods, reluctantly.<br><br>
"I would love to see you more, Lance. Maybe when this mission of yours is done, you could think about stayin' here longer?", he says. Lance smiles. "I think I'd like that...", he says.<br><br>
<<set $lust to 0>>
<<set $changing to true>>
<<set $farmer to 2>>
<</if>>
[[Evening]]Lance gulps, and takes a deep breath. You can feel his desire growing, his body tingling and shaking with the urge to say yes...
But eventually, he pushes those feelings down. You twitch a little, but he is in charge. He shakes his head slowly.
"I am sorry. That is a very flattering offer, but my duties forbid me to engage in such things", he says. The bull grins and waves his hand.
"No worries, no worries. Forget I asked anything, eh? You just do what you're doin', sir knight", he says. Lance nods.
"Right, um...well. I will be going", Lance says. He leaves quickly - a little too quickly. As if he wants to get out before he changes his mind.
[[Evening]]<<if $farmer == 0>>
Lance walks out a little ways past the village, and marches along the dirt road that leads out towards the fields. In the distance, long golden seas of wheat sway gently, gleaming in the light.<br><br>
He smiles a little, and whistles as he walks. It's soothing, to feel his calmness spreading through you. That calm suddenly stops, however, when he sees something worrying.<br><br>
There's a farmer nearby, hammering some posts into the ground as he repairs a wooden fence that looks like it was damaged recently. The farmer is a tall and heavy-set bull with chocolate-brown fur. He doesn't seem to have noticed, however, that one of the inhabitants of the field is getting riled up.<br><br>
A little ways away, a massive feral black bull is snorting and pawing the ground. The farmer hasn't noticed, and the bull lowers its horns, preparing to charge.<br><br>
Lance springs into action, leaping over the fence and galloping across the grass just as the bull starts to run. You feel his muscles burn, his sweat drip down you as he sprints as fast as he can.<br><br>
He intercepts the bull right as the farmer hears the hoofprints charging at him. With one mighty punch, Lance's armored fist crashes into the bull's cheek, knocking it aside so that its charge slams into the damaged gate.<br><br>
The bull shakes its head, and snorts again as it gets its bearings. It lowers its massive horns, and charges at Lance. Lance leans forward, and catches the ends of the bull's horns in his hands, gritting his teeth as he pushes back.<br><br>
They struggle together for a moment, until finally the bull seems to concede. It snorts, and trots away grumpily.<br><br>
The <<linkappend "farmer">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//The farmer's only clothes are a pair of well-worn overalls. One strap is broken, causing it to flop open and show off the bull's thick furry pecs. His body is enormous and wide, with a round heavy gut and a pair of enormous hooves that make even Lance's large hooves look small by comparison.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>> walks up to Lance, astonished. "By gum, I've never seen Billy do that before. He's normally as gentle as a dandelion. I owe you one, stranger!", he says. Lance pants and recovers his breath, before introducing himself and shaking the farmer's hand.<br><br>
<span id="gran"></span>
The farmer invites Lance to his farmhouse, and serves him tea and some quite delicious scones. They chat together for a little while, and the farmer reveals his name is Russ. After a friendly chat, Lance explains he needs to be heading back. The farmer smiles, and pats him on the back.<br><br>
"You come back any time, handsome. You and me are pals, now", he says. Lance's cheeks turn red at the word 'handsome', and he mumbles something bashfully before leaving.<br><br>
<<set $farmer to 1>>
<<set $lust to $lust+5>>
[[Evening]]
<<elseif $farmer == 1>>
Lance returns to Russ's farm, deciding to check that the bull is still doing alright. <br><br>
Russ waves to him when he sees him walking down the road. The huge bull is shirtless, and his brown-furred body is glistening with sweat in the hot sun.<br><br>
"Howdy there, Lance!", he says. When Lance gets close, he gives him a sudden and powerful hug, leaving a wet patch on Lance's armour from his burly musk.<br><br>
"Care to help me out with the farm?", he asks. Lance grins, and accepts. For an hour or so, he helps haul some stuff around, hammer in fence posts, and check on the animals.<br><br>
Afterwards, they head into the farmhouse, and Russ starts a warm fire and gets them both some tea. They sit together on the couch for a little while and chat, unti Russ begins to lean in gently towards Lance.<br><br>
As Lance looks outside, thinking about whether he should get going, Russ gently places one of his large, rough hands over Lance's own. Lance turns, blushing a little.<br><br>
"Lance...would you care to spend the evening here? We could go up to my room", he says. His fingers wrap around Lance's, and you feel a pulsing throbbing feeling as Lance's heart beats faster and faster.<br><br>
<<set $lust to $lust+5>>
[[Tell him to accept]]<br>
[[Let him politely decline]]
<<else>>
Lance returns to Russ's farm, and spots Russ hammering in a replacement fence. He sneaks up behind him, and wraps his arms around the bull before kissing him on the neck.<br><br>
Russ chuckles, and turns around, before pressing his bare chest to Lance's and returning the kiss. You throb and harden, growing thick and heavy as their tongues wrestle and slide against eachother.<br><br>
"Gotta do some chores here, but after that...?", Russ says. Lance nods, and you taste pre drip from your tip. The two of them maintain the farm together for a little while, and Lance takes off his chest armour to make it easier in the hot sun.<br><br>
Then, they return to Russ's farmhouse, and the big ox slowly takes off his clothes. Lance snorts, and squeezes Russ's huge brown rear, before stroking his fingers over the fur. The bull lies down in the bed, and Lance strips off, before climbing atop him.<br><br>
Once again, you are pressed tightly and firmly against Russ's thick black donut hole. You slide in, compressed and squeezed, the warmth of the bull's body all around you. Lance fucks and thrusts you, pounding and mounting his mate.<br><br>
When you unload Lance's hot, thick cum from your mouth into Russ's insides again, it feels just as incredible as the first time. You are flushed with warmth and happiness, feeling like a third member of their relationship. Two boyfriends and a cock. What a warm, blissful life...<br><br>
<<set $farmer to 3>>
Your normal mind doesn't return fully until much later, when Lance and Russ are done cuddling and pressing you between their bodies. Lance returns to his campsite reluctantly. Each time he sees Russ, he wants to stay with the bull for good. And you are starting to want that too...<br><br>
<<set $lust to 0>>
<<set $changing to true>>
[[Evening]]
<</if>>
<<set $duty to $duty+1>>Lance walks up to the largest building in the village, a bustling tavern with welcoming lights glowing in the windows, and the sounds of merriment within.<br><br>
He steps inside, ducking under the lintel due to his height. A number of villagers are <<linkappend "drinking">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//Most people in these small villages will drink local ales brewed by the townspeople. This bar must run a good business, though, because you notice a few rare vintages up on the shelf, including an incredibly rare and valuable bottle of Royal Boar Beer.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>> and gossiping happily, while a mouse barmaid weaves in between tables, holding trays of foaming ale in both hands.<br><br>
<span id="gran"></span>
Lance seems a little out of place here. No one is brawling or fighting, there doesn't appear to be any crime. A paladin is just a bit of a kill-joy in an environment like this.<br><br>
<<if $purity > 80>>
He turns to leave, but the bartender, a black rat with an eyepatch, calls him over.<br><br>
"Hey there knight boy. Come to let your mane down? I can give you a pint on the house, if you stick around and keep the peace", he says in a gruff voice.<br><br>
Lance shakes his head. "Oh, no, I cannot. Drinking and vices are forbidden. But I will wait outside if you like, and you can call me in if there's trouble", he says.<br><br>
The rat shrugs, and returns to pouring drinks. Lance does indeed wait outside, and you simply have to wait with him.<br><br>
<<else>>
Lance seems to recognise how out of place he is. He takes his helmet off, and takes a seat at an out-of-the-way table. <br><br>
After a little while, a chubby beaver walks up, and takes a seat next to him. "This seat taken?", he asks cheerfully. Lance shakes his head.<br><br>
The beaver drinks his ale, and looks at Lance closely. Lance awkwardly just sits there, saying nothing.<br><br>
"You know, if you're trying to blend in, you should take off that chest armour too, lad", the beaver says amicably. Lance looks down at his gleaming white armour, and then at the rest of the patrons. He does stand out quite a lot.<br><br>
He starts unbuckling his plate mail, and pulls it off in pieces before stacking it next to him. His thick, powerful chest is revealed, with sweat dripping down his pale pecs and his rock-hard abs. The beaver whistles appreciatively, and Lance blushes.<br><br>
A scruffy badger walks up, taking the other seat next to Lance. He has a cigar in his mouth that's oozing fragrant, musky smoke. Both you and Lance start to feel light-headed. The badger places three mugs on the table.<br><br>
"Who ordered the beefcake?", the badger asks with a chuckle. The beaver winks at him, and slides one of the drinks over to Lance. Lance looks at it nervously, and the beaver taps it meaningfully. "You wanna fit in, don't ya?", he says.<br><br>
Lance lifts the mug, and takes a sip. Then a chug. In moments, he drains the entire tankard, and the other two men laugh and order him another.<br><br>
A few drinks later, Lance is swaying and grinning. The badger has moved closer, and Lance's bare arm is now draped over his shoulders. The badger reaches up and places his cigar against Lance's mouth, and Lance takes a deep mouthful of the musky smoke before blowing it out.<br><br>
While Lance puffs on the smoke, the beaver gets under the table and starts to unbuckle Lance's remaining armour. Lance doesn't resist, merely happily leaning back and letting himself be stripped nude. You flop out, throbbing and swelling between his legs.<br><br>
Once he's naked, the two men pull him up to his feet, and push him out into the bar. The other patrons whistle and hoot at him, and be blushes and grins wider. "Dance for us, knight boy!", someone yells. He's only too eager to agree...<br><br>
Lance stumbles out of the bar much later, barely remembering to fetch his armour. He walks back to the camp naked, with a stupid grin on his drunken face.<br><br>
<<if $purity > 60>>
<<set $purity to $purity-5>>
<</if>>
<<set $lust to $lust+5>>
<</if>>
<<set $duty to $duty+1>>
[[Evening]]<br>
<<set $foundbar to true>><<if $metwhore == 0>>
<<set $metwhore to 1>>
Lance enters the village, and walks along the cobblestones of the main street. Though the village is small, it is surprisingly busy, with people of all races coming and going as they buy from the farmer's market, or check in at the tavern for news and gossip.<br><br>
After over an hour of checking in with shopkeepers, asking about trouble, and generally patrolling the area, it's looking like they don't really need Lance for anything today.<br><br>
Lance is just about to get ready to leave, when he sees someone wave to him. He turns and walks up towards the villager, a slender fox with a quiet smile on his furry orange face.<br><br>
"How can I be of help, citizen?", Lance asks in his typical eager, innocent voice. The fox leans forward, and strokes his hand across Lance's armour, before resting it against the inside of the horse's thigh, close to where you're trapped inside his crotch. You feel yourself throb and twitch.<br><br>
"Actually...I was thinking I could help you, big knight. I'd give a discount for a cute guy like yourself", the <<linkappend "fox">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//The fox is handsome, in a sleazy sort of way. He's very thin, almost malnourished, but his scruffy face has a rougeish charm and his clothing draws attention to his best assets. An open vest shows off his fluffy white chest, and a pair of short pants leave his long orange legs in full view. A faint scent of perfume floats over you as he leans closer.//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>> purrs. He leans forward, his face close to Lance's ear, and Lance's entire face begins to flush and turn red as he blushes and flinches.<br><br>
<span id="gran"></span>
Lance jerks back, nervously stepping away. "Oh! I...um! I'm sorry, that's forbidden by my duties. I should, I should be going...", he stammers awkwardly. The fox grins wider, and leans back against the wall.<br><br>
Lance quickly flees, while inside his armour you feel yourself throbbing and bulging with desire.<br><br>
<<set $lust to $lust+20>>
<<set $duty to $duty+1>>
[[Evening]]
<<else>>
Lance returns to the village, and checks in again with the shopkeepers and farmers. Before long though, he winds his way nonchalantly back towards the bar, where he met the fox earlier. Each time he heads that way, you feel yourself twitch and grow a little warmer.<br><br>
The fox grins as Lance approaches, and idly unbuttons his shirt to show off his lithe, pale-furred chest.<br><br>
<<if $purity > 60 || $lust < 60>>
Lance stares at the fox's chest, and shudders. You grow harder, thicker, starting to bulge against his crotch plate. The fox easily picks up on Lance's growing arousal, and leans forward to gently wrap his arms around Lance's waist.<br><br>
<<set $lust to $lust+20>>
"Can I help you, brave knight?", he purrs.<br><br>
Lance closes his eyes, and breathes in deeply.<br><br>
"N..no. Sorry, I was just checking in on you. Making sure you are safe and being treated well by your...clients", Lance mumbles. The fox chuckles.<br><br>
"Well, aren't you a sweetheart. I'm doing just fine, my brave knight. I'd do even better with a strong horse at my bedside on these cold nights..."<br><br>
Lance nods, mumbles something completely incoherent, and flees.<br><br>
[[Evening]]<br>
<<else>>
Lance stares at the fox's chest, and shudders. You grow harder, thicker, starting to bulge against his crotch plate. The fox easily picks up on Lance's growing arousal, and leans forward to gently wrap his arms around Lance's waist.<br><br>
<<set $lust to $lust+20>>
"Can I help you this time, brave knight?", he purrs.<br><br>
Lance's mouth goes dry. He mumbles, and stumbles over his words. His brain seems to barely be functioning. He's balancing like a coin, torn between his duties and his desire to feel this fox's muzzle around you.<br><br>
A perfect time for you to tip the scales...<br><br>
[[Fuck the fox!]]<br>
[[Leave|Evening]]<br>
<</if>>
<</if>>
Lance decides to patrol a little further out from town today, checking out in the fields surrounding the village. After a long walk, during which you feel his crotch sweat dripping down your body, he comes across a small farmhouse, with a messy field outside it thronged with weeds.
He pushes open the fence, and walks in, wanting to check on the owner. As he knocks on the farmhouse door, it is answered by a tall <<linkappend "goat">><<append "#gran" t8n>>
//The goat looks old at first glance, with his deep dark eyes and curling beard. He is clearly muscular though, with a firm toned shape under his baggy patchwork clothes. His eyes glow for a moment, and flick down towards Lance's crotch. Did he notice you were inspecting him?//<br><br>
<</append>>
<</linkappend>> with black fur and four distinctive horns, two pointing straight up and two curving around the sides of his head. The goat smiles, and strokes his beard.
<span id="gran"></span>
"Hello there, holy knight. Not often I get a visitor like yourself", the goat says.
Lance gestures to the un-tended field with one arm. "Is everything alright? It's odd to see a field unplowed this time of year", he says. The goat nods and smiles.
"No no, it's quite alright. I'm late for the sowing, it's true, but it's because I have some trouble with my plow", he says. He leads Lance over to the side of the house, and points at a shed, in which a large heavy plow is buried under a number of fallen bags and crates.
"I simply cannot pull it free by myself. I have someone coming soon to assist me, of course. Unless a strapping, strong young paladin like yourself could help me pull it free...?"
The goat's yellow eyes gleam, and he smiles wider. His teeth are unusually sharp.
[[There's something suspicious here]]
[[Let him pull the plow]]You do your best to send your concerns up to Lance. You twitch, you throb, you generally act as stressed and worried as a dick can act.
Lance reaches down, and adjusts you. He seems to get the idea, though.
"I apologise, but I can't right now. I hope you are able to resolve your issue, but I must be getting back to my patrols", he says.
The goat stares at him just a little too long, then smiles. "Of course. Do come back any time", he says smoothly.
Lance takes one last quick glance around, before starting to return to the campsite.
<<if $ismagic && !$extramagic>>
The goat's ears twitch, and he turns to look at you curiously. You, specifically, not Lance. His eyes are pointed directly at Lance's crotch.
"Hmm. Could that be the touch of magic I sense? Tarry with me a moment, if you would", the goat says.
[[Stay and listen]]
[[Just leave|Evening]]
<<else>>
[[Evening]]
<</if>>
<<set $duty to $duty+1>>"Of course, I'd be happy to help!", Lance says cheerfully. He rubs his hands, and grabs one of the exposed parts of the plow, before pulling and heaving, trying to tug it free. It moves a little, and some of the bags shift, but it remains firmly trapped.
The goat sighs and shakes his head. "Ah, it seems hopeless...unless?", he says. Lance turns to him, panting with exertion.
"Unless perhaps I were to put the plow collar on you, and you could pull it free with your whole body? A strong horse like you, I bet you could get it loose easily", the goat says. Lance blushes a little, but after a moments consideration, nods.
Lance takes position in front of the plow, facing out towards the field. The goat picks up the heavy plow collar, and starts preparing the straps and clasps for it. "Ah, I don't think it will fit over that armour. Perhaps you could take off your chestplate?", he says.
Lance hesitates again, but the goat's warm voice is so soothing and calming. The yellow light from his friendly, trustworthy eyes is bathing Lance's fur in a soothing glow, and he nods. He starts to unbuckle his armour, pulling off his chestplate and letting his gauntlets and pauldrons drop to the floor. His strong, muscular chest is bare, as the goat places the large wooden collar around his neck, and begins tying a harness around Lance's torso.
Once he's fully strapped up, he starts to pull again. His bulging muscles heave, sweat drips down his chest. But his boots slip on the ground, and he can't get good traction. He pants and snorts, shaking his head and looking dizzy and confused.
"Let's just get these off too, shall we? Then you'll definitely be able to pull my plow", the goat says with a smile. He starts removing Lance's leg armour, placing it aside piece by piece and freeing Lance's bare black hooves. As he removes the crotch plate, he raises an eyebrow when he sees you. "How interesting...", he says.
The goat steps aside, leaving Lance completely naked. Lance pulls again, his hooves digging into the mud. He leans forward, heaving and tugging, as bit by bit the plow is pulled free. To get extra traction, he leans down to all fours, not noticing as his clenched fists start to darken and bulge. They spread out, thickening into hooves, as his body grows bigger, stronger.
With each inch that the plow pulls free, Lance's chest barrels out more. His neck thickens and gets longer, his head gets bigger and heavier, and his muscles bulge and drip with sweat. The stink and musk of a stable spreads over you, as Lance's massive balls sway under you, and you feel yourself bulging out, growing bigger, heavier, more beastlike.
Finally, the plow pulls free of the shed, with a loud crashing sound. Lance drags it out into the mud, and stamps his four hooves on the ground, before whinnying proudly. The goat pats his flank, and strokes his neck.
"Good draft horse. I knew you could do it. Now, be a good boy, keep pulling and plowing for me. We need to get the field ready", he says. Lance nods, his eyes unfocused as they become darker, more brown, more like those of a normal horse.
He drags the plow out into the field, and the blade furrows through the earth. His four hooves sink into the mud, his massive body sweats in the morning warmth.
As he works, you start to change too. Lance's thick black sheath gets larger, and connects to the bottom of his belly, forming a pocket that keeps you from flopping down between his legs. Your flesh darkens, becoming glossy black, but also develops large pink splotches all over. Your facial features slowly melt away, blending into the fat, huge tip of his smelly equine phallus. You feel so big, so heavy, so fertile and powerful. You find yourself dreaming of mounting other horses, being used to breed.
By the time afternoon sets in, and the field is fully plowed, neither you or Lance are thinking of anything but your base, animal instincts. The goat pets and strokes his new draft horse, and feeds him a fresh crisp red apple.
"A lovely new workhorse, and a set of magic-resisting armour. What a profitable day, eh boy?", he says with a smile. Lance doesn't understand his owner's strange words. He just likes the nice apple.
You and he will spend the rest of your lives as nothing but a workbeast, not even aware that you were ever anything else.
Your adventure ends here.
Ending 4. A Draft Horse's Life
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e4 to true>>
<<set $change to 10>>
<<set $attunement to 100>>
<<set $purity to 0>>You throb, you squirm. You feel Lance's heartbeat pounding inside you, making you hotter, thicker, heavier. You push on every one of Lance's desires and needs...and he succumbs.<br><br>
He reaches into his coin pouch, and hands the fox some cash. The fox grins, and kneels down, before starting to unbuckle Lance's crotch plate. You feel the metal slide off, allowing you to stretch out and flop forward.<br><br>
Your thick, heavy length lands in the fox's hands, as he grips you in his fluffy, nimble fingers.<br><br>
<<if $change > 7>>
The fox doesn't even notice that there's anything different about you. His hands stroke along your thick black length, tease and squeeze you, treating you like any other cock.<br><br>
<<else>>
The fox blinks in slight surprise as he sees you. Lance blushes and rubs his head. "Er, long story...", he says. The fox just smiles. "Don't worry, cute thing, surprisingly this isn't the strangest dick I've sucked", he says with a chuckle.<br><br>
<</if>>
The fox then opens his mouth, and slowly slides his long pink tongue over you. You shudder and twitch in his grip, leaking pre from your mouth. He opens wider, and begins to slowly slide you over his tongue, into the warm wet darkness of his maw.<br><br>
Lance bucks, thrusting instinctively and pressing you against the fox's throat. The fox holds you firmly, and pulls back a little.<br><br>
"Easy there, stallion. A weapon like this, you could hurt someone. Just let me handle things", he says. Lance nods, his face flushed. You feel so hot, so tight and firm and ready to blow.<br><br>
The fox gently eases you back into his mouth, and slowly against the back of his throat. Darkness engulfs you, wet flesh surrounds and squeezes you. You are pressed deeper, further, sliding into the back of the fox's throat, as he bobs back and forth over you.<br><br>
You are soaked with saliva, teased by the fox's tongue. His every motion is expertly done, making sure to tease and pleasure you overwhelmingly. Your mind crumbles under his sucking, his licking and stroking. All you can think of is cumming, fucking, pleasure.<br><br>
A rumbling, overwhelming power bursts through you. No thoughts rattle around in your empty mind, nothing but white-hot pleasure, as you gush load after load of hot, thick horse cum deep into the fox's throat. It seems to last forever, a waterfall of cum wiping away your mind.<br><br>
Finally, you feel yourself softening. The fox is pulling away, and licking you clean. You are barely conscious of it, thinking only of pleasure.<br><br>
"You know, you're the first paladin I've ever blown, stud", the fox says. He wipes his mouth, and leans back against the wall. Lance grins as he buckles you back up into his armour. After a moment, he replies.<br><br>
"If being a paladin means I don't get to fuck the mouth of guys like you...maybe I don't really want to be a paladin any more", he says.<br><br>
The fox winks as he turns to leave.<br><br>
<<if $purity > 50>>
<<set $purity to $purity-10>>
<</if>>
<<set $lust to 10>>
<<set $changing to true>>
[[Evening]]<<if $purity < 50>>
[[Bandit Lance]]
<<elseif $purity == 100>>
[[Lance the Grand Paladin]]
<<elseif $farmer > 2>>
[[A Farmer's Cock]]
<<elseif $metwhore > 0 && $purity < 70>>
[[A Slut's Cock]]
<<else>>
[[A Wanderer's Cock]]
<</if>><<if $gotboyfriend>>
<<if $purity == 100>>
[[Lance and I, Paladins]]
<<elseif $farmer > 2>>
[[Lance the Farmer]]
<<elseif $purity > 70 && $oktocheat>>
[[Lance and I, Paladin Lovers]]
<<else>>
[[Lance the Wanderer]]
<</if>>
<<else>>
[[Goodbye, Lance]]
<</if>><<nobr>>
<<script>>window.sessionStorage.setItem('twinereset', "FALSE");
<</script>>
<<set $purity to 100>>
<<set $change to 5>>
<<set $attunement to 0>>
<<set $host to "Lance">>
<<set $loaded to false>>
<<set $lust to 20>>
<<set $duty to 6>>
<<set $changing to false>>
<<set $curing to false>>
<<set $investigation to 0>>
<<set $bandit to 0>>
<<set $farmer to 0>>
<<set $gotvision to false>>
<<set $ismagic to false>>
<<set $extramagic to false>>
<<set $conversation to 0>>
<<set $oktocheat to false>>
<<set $gotboyfriend to false>>
<<set $metwhore to 0>>
<<set $foundbar to false>>
<<set $lancewill to 3>>
<<set $actlikelance to 0>>
<<set $bcamp to 0>>
<<script>>
var player = JSON.parse(window.sessionStorage.getItem('dv_stats'));
if (player && player.items && player.items.paw_musk) {
State.variables.musk = true;
}
if (player && player.attributes && player.attributes.intelligence
&& player.attributes.intelligence.value > 1) {
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The Paladin's Horn is an 18+ text adventure game, with a heavy focus on furry content, cock transformation, and gay male sexual encounters.
There are many endings to be discovered, so please feel free to play multiple times. You can look at the Endings segment here for hints on how to unlock each one.
As you play, you can move the story in different direction by choosing from the large buttons at the bottom of each passage. Within the passages, there are also links which can be clicked to get more information or to react to things. These links will not move you to another page.
Some of your choices may affect your stats, which will be shown on the left when you unlock them.
[[Start]]
[[See Unlocked Endings|Endings]]Most endings depend on whether you fix the curse or fall to it. Lance's purity level will matter, as will his interactions with other NPCs. The conversations you can have with him in the evenings may affect ending outcomes.<br><br>
You have unlocked the following endings:<br><br>
<<if $e1>>
1. [[Lance the Grand Paladin, Unaware|Stop thinking. You are Lance's cock. You must not cum. You are a good, needy paladin cock.]]<br>
Lance became a Grand Paladin, never knowing you were between his legs the whole time.<br><br>
<<else>>
1. ???<br>
Follow Lance's commands, and say nothing<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e2>>
2. [[Lance and Pike, Unaware|Mentally urge him to make a move]]<br>
You helped Lance connect with Pike, the paladin trainee, but he never knew you were there with the two of them.<br><br>
<<else>>
2. ???<br>
Follow Lance's commands, and say nothing...until he meets a certain someone<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e3>>
3. [[A Forgotten Statue|Follow the stones deeper into the woods]]<br>
You never even met Lance, ending your adventure trapped forever as a stone lizard.<br><br>
<<else>>
3. ???<br>
Fail to even meet up with Lance<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e4>>
4. [[A Draft Horse's Life|Let him pull the plow]]<br>
Lance became a plough horse for the rest of his life, feral and happy.<br><br>
<<else>>
4. ???<br>
One of the four people in the village can't be trusted...<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e5>>
5. [[Lance the Grand Paladin]]<br>
Lance became a Grand Paladin, with you as pride of place between his legs.<br><br>
<<else>>
5. ???<br>
Fail to fix the curse, but keep Lance perfectly pure<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e6>>
6. [[Lance and I, Paladins]]<br>
You and Lance returned to the Order together, and became paladins.<br><br>
<<else>>
6. ???<br>
Talk to Lance and let him know you want to stay with him, fix the curse, and keep him pure<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e7>>
7. [[Goodbye, Lance]]<br>
You were freed from the curse, and parted ways with Lance<br><br>
<<else>>
7. ???<br>
Fix the curse without telling Lance him you like him during evening conversations<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e8>>
8. [[Lance and I, Paladin Lovers]]<br>
You and Lance returned to the Order together, and became lovers. No one needs to know about that last part...<br><br>
<<else>>
8. ???<br>
Fix the curse, keep Lance MOSTLY pure, and chat with him about how mostly is good enough<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e9>>
9. [[Lance the Farmer]]<br>
Lance became a farmer, and you joined him and started a family with Russ the bull<br><br>
<<else>>
9. ???<br>
Meet Russ the bull and fix the curse<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e10>>
10. [[Lance the Wanderer]]<br>
Lance became a freelance adventurer, and you joined him as his lover<br><br>
<<else>>
10. ???<br>
Fix the curse, let Lance know you like him, while Lance isn't too pure<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e11>>
11. [[A Farmer's Cock]]<br>
Lance became a farmer, and you remained as his musky cock for life<br><br>
<<else>>
11. ???<br>
Meet Russ and fail to fix the curse<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e12>>
12. [[A Slut's Cock]]<br>
Lance became a prostitute, and you were his eager fuckstick<br><br>
<<else>>
12. ???<br>
Get Lance addicted to prostitutes and low purity, and fail to fix the curse<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e13>>
12A. [[A Wanderer's Cock]]<br>
Lance became a freelance adventurer, and you were there between his legs the whole time<br><br>
<<else>>
12A. ???<br>
Fail to fix the curse with Lance while he isn't too pure and there isn't another ending in play<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e14>>
14. [[Bandit Lance]]<br>
Lance became a corrupted bandit, and kept you as his cock forever<br><br>
<<else>>
14. ???<br>
Get Lance REALLY corrupted, and punish some bandits in an unpaladin-like way<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e15>>
15. [[Ogre Cock|Avoid both the stones and the road]]<br>
You became a forest ogre's repulsive massive green cock forever<br><br>
<<else>>
15. ???<br>
Foolishly avoid all help when you are first affected by the curse<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e16>>
16. [[Statue Lance|Suggest Lance investigate an empty plinth]]<br>
Lance became a magnificent marble horse statue, with you are his impressive stone shaft for all eternity.<br><br>
<<else>>
16. ???<br>
Get Lance to stand on an empty plinth in the statue grove<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e17>>
17. [[A New Order of Paladins]]<br>
Lance became your mindless host, as you began world domination in your plot to make cocks rule over all.<br><br>
<<else>>
17. ???<br>
Use magic on the stones, then meet the goat and accept his offer. Use your new power. Become a full cock afterwards.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e18>>
18. [[I, Paladin|Your real name, of course]]<br>
You took over Lance's life and became a paladin.<br><br>
<<else>>
18. ???<br>
Use magic on the stones, then meet the goat and accept his offer. Use your new power. Cure the curse afterwards and make a choice.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e19>>
19. [[I, Lance|Go back to your old life of adventuring]]<br>
You took over Lance's life and became an adventurer.<br><br>
<<else>>
19. ???<br>
Use magic on the stones, then meet the goat and accept his offer. Use your new power. Cure the curse afterwards and make a choice.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e20>>
20. [[Lance the Familiar|Become the goat's monstrous pet]]<br>
Lance became an evil wizard's familiar, with you as his monstrous cock.<br><br>
<<else>>
20. ???<br>
Use magic on the stones, then meet the goat and accept his offer. Don't use your power. Let Lance become very corrupted afterwards.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e21>>
21. [[Lance the Beast|Break through his control]]<br>
Lance became a famous monster, the scourge of the Northern Wilds.<br><br>
<<else>>
21. ???<br>
Use magic on the stones, then meet the goat and accept his offer. Use your power. Let Lance become very corrupted afterwards.<br><br>
<</if>>
<<if $e22>>
22. [[Truly Lance|Lance]]<br>
You became Lance in every way.<br><br>
<<else>>
22. ???<br>
Use magic on the stones, then meet the goat and accept his offer. Use your new power. Cure the curse afterwards and try to make all the exact decisions that Lance would.<br><br>
<</if>>
[[Back|Intro]]You tell him that one or two mistakes don't define him for life, and that so long as he's still trying hard he's just as much of a good paladin. He smiles happily, and nods.
"Yeah! Thank you, I really needed to hear that", he says. He's in a good mood for the rest of the night, afterwards.
[[Night]]
<<set $oktocheat to true>>You tell him that he made an oath, and if he breaks it then that is that. He looks a little downcast, and nods slowly.
"Yeah...you're right. I should take these things seriously. Paladins don't just let in anyone, after all", he says.
The conversation ends soon after that, and he heads to bed earlier than usual.
[[Night]]
"I hope you can get back to your life soon, and not have to deal with this curse. I worry about how much I'm delaying you from things you want to do...", Lance says.
He moves as if to touch you, then stops. He just scratches the back of his head, instead.
"Maybe tomorrow we could get back to looking for a cure, if you want", he says.
[[Night]]
<<set $duty to 10>>Lance blushes suddenly, and your whole body twitches and starts to thicken as his heart pounds faster.
"O-oh! Really?", he asks, stammering a little. You repeat that you like him, and would love to see more of him. His cheeks turn even more pink, and your body gets even more erect, until you feel like you're close to leaking pre.
"That's...really flattering", he says with a smile. "Maybe when we get you cured, we could get to know eachother better?"
You tell him you'd like that too.
[[Night]]
<<set $gotboyfriend to true>>"Anything left of you in there?", Lance growls. His fingers stroke over your length, and he lifts up your heavy, swollen body. He grins eagerly as you pulse and throb in his grip, pre dribbling from your tip.
You give no response, of course. Why would you? You're just his cock.
"Fuck...a whole person, disappeared into my meat. It's so fucking big now...this is amazing", he whispers. He shudders with glee, and leaves camp, before heading to the bandit hideout.
The rabbit bandit is the first to spot him when he arrives, and waves eagerly, his own cock starting to harden.
"Hey, the hot fake paladin is back!", he shouts. The other bandits raise a beer to Lance, who grins at them all. He's totally naked, showing off his powerful, muscular body, and carrying his armour under one arm.
He tosses the armour in front of the bandit quartermaster, a scarred and surly bear.
"Sell this shit. I'm buying in to your gang", Lance commands. The bear looks over to the bandit leader, a massive wolverine sitting on a wooden chair. The wolverine nods, and speaks in a guttural voice.
Lance grins. "Oh, I have a condition", he says. He picks up the rabbit by the scruff of his neck, and the smaller male squirms in Lance's grip.
"This useless little pet becomes my personal fucktoy", he says. The wolverine raises an eyebrow, then chuckles.
"You'll fit right in, boy. Welcome to the gang."
---
Years later, Lance is standing next to a small pond in the woods. He looks down at his reflection, and grins.
He's nothing like the innocent, eager knight he once was. He's even broader and stockier, and his rock-hard abs have been replaced by a round, hard muscle-gut. Thick tufts of fur stick out down his navel, from his armpits, and around his naked crotch. His mane is shaggy and wild, a tangled mess down the back of his neck.
His body is filthy, splattered with mud and stinking of musk and sweat. He wears only a set of spike-studded leather straps, one around his neck, one around each of his wrists and ankles, and one around his cock and balls, keeping you thick and full and heavy. Scars criss-cross his rugged form, marks of many battles.
You are massive now, hanging between his legs, a stinking musky cock almost two feet long, dripping with pre.
"Boss, boss!", a voice calls. A rat scampers in between the trees, and Lance turns to him.
"The paladins are coming this way", the rat stammers nervously. Lance grins, showing off the gleaming gold tooth in his jaw.
"Perfect. Those stuck-up losers will walk right into my trap. Get the toys ready, my lads are going to have fun tonight...", he says.
The rat nods, and leaves. You start to thicken, and grow heavy and hard. Lance strokes his rough, filthy hand up and down your shaft.
"Patient, boy. We'll have our fun soon", he says to you. You don't reply. You're just a cock, the filthy and legendarily huge cock of the most crude and horny bandit lord in Gran Campion.
And you love every minute of it.
Ending 14. Lance the Bandit
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e14 to true>>Lance looks down at you, concerned and confused. "Are you there? Hello?", he asks.
You don't reply. Why would you? You are nothing but his cock. Lance touches you, lifts you, tries to make you respond, but you have no thoughts or desires beyond your most basic needs.
Finally, he tries a divination ritual. He takes a knee and meditates, scanning his body for curses or changes. He finds nothing - by all magical accounts, he's perfectly normal, and his dick is an ordinary horse cock.
Unsure what else to try, Lance dons his armour, and starts the long journey back to the capital city, and the Order of Paladins. You sway between his legs, pent up and needy, throbbing with power. Like you are meant to do.
When he finally arrives, he explains everything to the Order's archivists and monks. They read up on texts, examine you, touch you, cast spells on you. Finally, a decision is made.
Lance stands before a group of monks for judgement. Each wears a long, flowing white robe, with a hood mostly covering their faces, apart from their snouts.
"Paladin Lance", one says. "We have analysed the scripts and judged your situation. By all accounts, this civilian seemed to welcome the change. They followed the oaths and requirements of our order, despite never having initiated. As such, we will declare them an honorary paladin, and welcome you and they back into the fold."
Lance nods, and thanks them. Soon, a special suit of "armour" is made for you. A large silver codpiece, shaped like a proud stallion, into which you slide comfortably. Your name is inscribed into the rolls of paladins, as "Lance's Horn".
---
Years later, Lance is older and more mature. His mane is long and glorious, his body is even taller and more powerful, and he has a dignified, resilient face, with a trimmed beard speckled with grey.
His armour is now edged with gold, as is your own special armour. He has become a legend, one of the greatest monster-slaying paladins of the order. Countless foul beasts have fallen to his blade, his magic powered by your obedience and calm.
He stands now, ready and prepared outside the city of Gran Campion. At his sides, the other paladins stand ready. In the distance, a roiling, ichor-dripping monstrosity slithers and coils towards the city. A titanic serpent, one eye glowing and pulsing with unnatural light.
He closes his eyes, and connects with you. All his pent up needs and desires flow through you, becoming transformed into gleaming, radiant light. His sword erupts into glowing flame, sending a shudder of pleasure through both your bodies.
But not sexual pleasure, of course. The shivering, intense, hot feeling that you both get when you power up his magic is definitely not orgasmic. But it sure feels damn good.
He grins, and charges. A paladin, his sword, and his most beloved weapon.
Ending 5. Lance the Grand Paladin
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e5 to true>>Lance looks down at you, concerned and confused. "Are you there? Hello?", he asks.
You don't reply. Why would you? You are nothing but his cock. Lance touches you, lifts you, tries to make you respond, but you have no thoughts or desires beyond your most basic needs.
Finally, he tries a divination ritual. He takes a knee and meditates, scanning his body for curses or changes. He finds nothing - by all magical accounts, he's perfectly normal, and his dick is an ordinary horse cock.
He worries and stresses over it, thinking of the oaths he's broken, the task he's failed. He can't return to the Order now, not as a disgrace.
But then he remembers Russ, thinking of the bull's strong hands, his warm body. He looks down at his sword, and thinks of a ploughshare. He nods to himself, picks up his gear, and heads down to road towards Russ's farm.
Russ welcomes him with open arms, and listens to his worries. Lance is welcomed eagerly into the bull's home...and his heart.
---
Years later, Lance lifts his hoe, and digs it into the dirt, tilling the field. He wipes sweat from his forehead with one hairy arm, and stretches his muscles, enjoying the feeling of a hard day's work well done.
He has changed a lot over these years. He's wearing only a pair of rough-hewn pants, letting his bare chest out in the hot sunlight, and not caring that his hooves are sinking into the mud. Musky sweat drips down his fur, which has darkened a few shades from all the sunlight and hard work.
Without constant combat and paladin training, his stature has changed. The rock-hard defined muscles he had before are now more practical. Thick, powerful hairy forearms, strong shoulders, and a firm muscle gut. His mane is shaggy and long, and he's starting to grow a beard on his chin.
He takes a gulp of refreshing water from his canteen, and heads back to his home. Russ waves at him as he gets close, the huge bull looking even larger with a prominently round, swollen belly.
"Welcome back my love. You've been working hard today", Russ says. Lance smiles, and strokes his hand over Russ's big belly.
"Well, gotta get the field ready. It's tough without you helping, but you've got other things to think about", Lance says. His voice has lost the refined city accent, and sounds much more like Russ's now. He feels a kicking from within Russ's belly, and grins in delight.
The magic for two men to have kids isn't too expensive around here. You hang heavy and proud in Lance's pants, having done your part in this many months ago. You are not just a massive and musky cock, but a fertile one too.
"Our son's lucky to have two handsome fathers", Russ says. Lance smiles, and pats you through his crotch. "Three", he replies. "I'll never forget the man who joined with me, and led me down this new path in life."
"Do you ever regret it, Lance?", Russ asks. Lance leans in, wrapping his arms around his beloved bull, and kisses him deeply. "Never", he replies.
You don't regret it, either. You are the happiest, most contented cock in all the land. A musky, heavy rod for a beloved farmer. What a wonderful ending.
Ending 11. A Farmer's Cock
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e11 to true>>Lance looks down at you, concerned and confused. "Are you there? Hello?", he asks.
You don't reply. Why would you? You are nothing but his cock. Lance touches you, lifts you, tries to make you respond, but you have no thoughts or desires beyond your most basic needs.
Finally, he tries a divination ritual. He takes a knee and meditates, scanning his body for curses or changes. He finds nothing - by all magical accounts, he's perfectly normal, and his dick is an ordinary horse cock.
He worries and stresses over it, thinking of the oaths he's broken, the task he's failed. He can't return to the Order now, not as a disgrace.
He looks down at his sword, and armour. Then, he makes a decision. He suits up, straps his blade to his side, and walks away from the city. To find his destiny.
---
"And that's how I struck down the ancient sorceror of Makarna, and saved the city from his army of golden jackal warriors", Lance says. The bar erupts in applause, and someone buys him another beer. He grins, leaning back in his chair.
"I can't believe we have THE Lance here, in our bar!", the barmaid whispers to the owner. Lance pretends not to hear, but his grin gets a little wider.
It's been many years since the two of you met. Lance is older now, more rugged and defined. His naieve, innocent look is replaced by one of confident determination. His chin and cheeks are scruffy with a beard, and a battle scar mars his cheek, adding to his rugged look.
His white armour has long since been traded in for hard-wearing brown leather, and a pair of huge boots that are now crossed on the table. Two swords, normally at his waist, are currently sitting on the table too. A white wolf marvels at the heroic horse, his eyes wide with admiration.
"I can't believe you did that all on your own!", the wolf gasps. Lance grins knowingly.
"Oh, I didn't do it alone. I have a trusty companion with me at all times", he says. The wolf looks confused, until Lance unbuckles his pants, and lets you flop free. All sixteen inches of you, a massive throbbing and heavy equine phallus. The wolf blushes, but Lance gently takes the wolf's paw, and places it against your shaft.
"Let me tell you all about how me and my friend here became a team. Be sure to feel every inch of him, and show him how appreciated he is", Lance says. The wolf smiles nervously as he begins to stroke you.
The best part of being a famous adventurer's cock is definitely the pub visits afterwards. You know from experience that Lance is going to be pounding this wolf later tonight, or even multiple at once. Being his dick is an adventure you never want to end.
Ending 12A. A Wanderer's cock
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e13 to true>>Lance looks down at you, concerned and confused. "Are you there? Hello?", he asks.
You don't reply. Why would you? You are nothing but his cock. Lance touches you, lifts you, tries to make you respond, but you have no thoughts or desires beyond your most basic needs.
Finally, he tries a divination ritual. He takes a knee and meditates, scanning his body for curses or changes. He finds nothing - by all magical accounts, he's perfectly normal, and his dick is an ordinary horse cock.
He worries and stresses over it, thinking of the oaths he's broken, the task he's failed. He can't return to the Order now, not as a disgrace.
A disgrace. A horny, slutty failure. A dirty fallen paladin, who let lust and vices make him betray his oaths. He starts to pump and stroke you, shuddering with pleasure.
He makes a decision. He walks down to the village, seeking out a familiar face. It doesn't take him long to find the slender fox, and explain to him everything that's happened. Everything he wants to happen next...
The fox smiles. "Oh, I think I know the perfect place for you", he says.
---
A little over a year later, the bar in the sleepy town of Cotton Hill has become a bustling and thriving business. They've replaced much of the furnishings with plush and comfortable ones, added a lot of curtains, and a lot of beds. Red lights glow outside, inviting in travellers for lewd delights.
The new proprietor, a familiar fox, welcomes in the guests and shows off the men and women available to pleasure them. He's gained a fair bit of weight over the year, losing some of his slenderness, but covering it with expensive clothing and jewellery.
One of the patrons asks in an excited whisper. "Is it true you have an actuall fallen paladin?", he says. His pants bulge as the fox winks at him. "Why don't you take a look at the main stage?", he says.
The customer walks through a curtain, into the main area, where a gilded stage stands between packed and busy tables, with scantily-clad waiters and waitresses serving drinks.
Atop the stage, a pale-furred, muscular horse gyrates and dances around a pole. Lance's muscles are even more defined, and bulge all over his body. They glisten with oils and fragrances, as he shows off every inch of his bare body, clapping his hooves on the dance floor and shaking his huge round butt.
The only thing he wears now is a red harness, strapped around his sculpted torso and over his muzzle, with a bit in his mouth like a good pony should have. You sway and bounce between his legs, massive and throbbing, the star attraction. The crowd cheers when they see your fat, absurd two-foot length flop and throb around on the stage, dribbling pre and leaving a glistening mess.
When it had started, Lance had just been a normal prostitute, wanting to try all the things he'd missed out on. But rapidly, he'd found himself wanting more, kinkier, dirtier. He started getting famous - a paladin who became a hooker! And that fame had let him earn enough cash to open this place.
Lance, of course, didn't care about cash or fame at that point. He gave it all to the fox, telling him to use him however he saw fit, just so long as he could get fucked and used in every hole, every day. The fox was only too happy to oblige, and Lance had long since lost count of his sexual partners.
With his growing lewdness, you had grown too, to your current enormous, monstrous length. It was impossible for Lance to resist the urge to fuck, as he became dumber and hornier the bigger you got.
"Now don't forget, we offer a special prize to anyone who can deep-throat that entire famous length", the fox shouted across the crowd.
---
Later that night, the fox led Lance up to the VIP suite, telling him he had a very important visitor. Lance was oiled up and cleaned, and dressed in his nicest harness, before walking into the richly-furnished master suite.
When he saw who was there, he flinced. His heart pounded with memories of fear and guilt.
Standing by the balcony, looking out of the window, was the Grand High Paladin. The enormous lion's fur was gleaming white, and his powerful body towered over even Lance. His arms were clasped behind his back, and he turned and examined the naked horse.
His stern, masculine face showed no emotion. His gold and white armour made him look less like a man, and more some sort of avenging spirit of justice.
"So it is true. One of my paladins, reduced to this", he said in a rumbling voice. Lance's mouth went dry, and he was unable to speak with the bit in his mouth. Then, to his shock, the massive lion smiled, and started to unbuckle his armour.
"Well? Get over here and bend over, lad. I expect to get my money's worth", he growled. You almost unloaded right then and there, as you throbbed and drooled a puddle of pre all over the floor.
Fuck, it is good to be a cock.
Ending 12. A Slut's Cock
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e12 to true>>Lance gasps in shock as a pounding, throbbing sensation flows through him. He shudders as you grow bigger and bigger, your shrunken body bulging out, feeling stronger, more in control.
You fall forward atop him, your arms around his bare chest. He blushes in surprise as he realises that his cock is buried in your ass now. But your body is fully returned, fully separate.
You very carefully pull yourself free of his huge, heavy equine cock, feeling it slip out of your rear. He blushes and apologises, but you barely notice. You are too busy focusing on standing on your own, moving your limbs, being your own person again. Your knees shake as you look down at your hands.
Part of you never expected to be free again! This is great!
Lance is happy too. He picks up his armour and gets dressed, then unclasps his white cloak, before wrapping it around you as a makeshift robe. You blush a little when you remember you are naked - having been a cock made that a little hard to focus on.
Lance is happy to escort you back to the city, where the order of paladins gives you a new set of clothes and boots, after recording your experiences to help future paladins who might come across the same situation.
Finally, you are cured and ready to go back to your adventures. Lance looks at you one last time, and clasps your hand firmly in his. He looks like he wants to say something...but he gulps, and just says goodbye.
You watch him go, wondering if perhaps there's something you could have said in your adventures together to make him stay...but oh well. You have new adventures of your own to go on. Maybe you'll end up in a new predicament, maybe not. Maybe you and he will even meet again!
But that's a story for another time. Your adventures don't end here; they're only just beginning.
Ending 7. Goodbye Lance
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e7 to true>>Lance gasps in shock as a pounding, throbbing sensation flows through him. He shudders as you grow bigger and bigger, your shrunken body bulging out, feeling stronger, more in control.
You fall forward atop him, your arms around his bare chest. He blushes in surprise as he realises that his cock is buried in your ass now. But your body is fully returned, fully separate.
You very carefully pull yourself free of his huge, heavy equine cock, feeling it slip out of your rear. He blushes and apologises, but you barely notice. You are too busy focusing on standing on your own, moving your limbs, being your own person again. Your knees shake as you look down at your hands.
Part of you never expected to be free again! This is great!
Lance is happy too. He picks up his armour and gets dressed, then unclasps his white cloak, before wrapping it around you as a makeshift robe. You blush a little when you remember you are naked - having been a cock made that a little hard to focus on.
Lance is happy to escort you back to the city, where the order of paladins gives you a new set of clothes and boots, after recording your experiences to help future paladins who might come across the same situation.
After that, you sit in a guest room at the Order's headquarters. You should be preparing to get back to your own adventures, but something makes you want to linger a little longer.
The door opens, and Lance walks in. He looks a little nervous, and it takes him a moment to build up the courage to explain himself.
"While we were fused together, um, I could feel the connection we had. It would have been easy for you to push me to do lewd things, or break my oaths. I wouldn't have blamed you for it, either", he says.
He sits down next to you, and takes a deep breath. "You didn't, though. You focused on purity, helped me with my missions. You acted just like a pure and just paladin. Which is why I'd like to ask...would you join the Order, and fight by my side?"
You consider it for a moment. Your time with Lance has changed you. Something about the pure, powerful energy of his oaths still lingers inside you.
You nod.
---
Years later, you are being initiated as a full Paladin. You kneel in a row, with several other recruits who joined the same time as you. You have a gleaming, radiant set of white armour, just like Lance.
Lance stands in front of you, smiling. He's older now, with a distinguished beard, and a promotion. He places a sword on your shoulder, and speaks in a deep, booming voice.
"I hearby decree you as ordained Paladin. May you always uphold the oaths", he says. You stand, and are given a white cloak to show your dedication to the order.
Your cock is hot and needy inside your armour, but you've gotten used to it. The denial and frustration is just part of being a paladin, after all. Even if in the showers it's extremely hard to keep in check. Doubly so when you see Lance around, as you never overcame your strange, powerful connection to him.
He seems to notice your struggle, and pats you on the shoulder. "How about we go slay some demons after this?", he whispers. You grin. Fighting by his side always helps deal with those feelings. There's nothing like straining your hot muscles next to your partner, fighting for justice.
You two have a reputation as the most reliable and honourable master and student in the order, as inseparable as the Grand High Paladin and his second in command. Perhaps one day you'll both even be in that position. One thing is for sure, your adventures don't end here. They're only just beginning.
Ending 6. Lance and I, Paladins
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e6 to true>>Lance gasps in shock as a pounding, throbbing sensation flows through him. He shudders as you grow bigger and bigger, your shrunken body bulging out, feeling stronger, more in control.
You fall forward atop him, your arms around his bare chest. He blushes in surprise as he realises that his cock is buried in your ass now. But your body is fully returned, fully separate.
You very carefully pull yourself free of his huge, heavy equine cock, feeling it slip out of your rear. He blushes and apologises, but you barely notice. You are too busy focusing on standing on your own, moving your limbs, being your own person again. Your knees shake as you look down at your hands.
Part of you never expected to be free again! This is great!
Lance is happy too. He picks up his armour and gets dressed, then unclasps his white cloak, before wrapping it around you as a makeshift robe. You blush a little when you remember you are naked - having been a cock made that a little hard to focus on.
Lance is happy to escort you back to the city, where the order of paladins gives you a new set of clothes and boots, after recording your experiences to help future paladins who might come across the same situation.
The paladin who helps pick out some clothes for you is a cheerful, overly-excited dog named Pike. He lifts your foot, and spends a little too long grinning and stroking your sole as he "measures" you for which boots you need. His golden-furred tail wags behind him, and he insists on asking you all about your time with Lance, and how he has been doing.
After that, you sit in a guest room at the Order's headquarters. You should be preparing to get back to your own adventures, but something makes you want to linger a little longer.
The door opens, and Lance walks in. He looks a little nervous, and it takes him a moment to build up the courage to explain himself.
"While we were fused together, I was thinking about a lot of things. I broke some of my oaths, but we still did a good job and acted like a good paladin, for the most part", he says.
He sits down next to you, and takes a deep breath. "I think maybe there's room to be a paladin, and still...be with someone. Someone like you. Would you think about joining the Order, and staying with me?"
You consider it for a moment. Your time with Lance has changed you. Something about the pure, powerful energy of his oaths still lingers inside you, but it's mixed with a warm, tingling desire to be by his side.
You nod.
---
Years later, you are being initiated as a full Paladin. You kneel in a row, with several other recruits who joined around the same time as you. Next to you, his tail wagging eagerly with glee, is Pike. You have a gleaming, radiant set of white armour, just like Lance.
Lance stands in front of you, smiling. He's older now, with a distinguished beard, and a promotion. He places a sword on your shoulder, and speaks in a deep, booming voice.
"I hearby decree you as ordained Paladin. May you always uphold the oaths", he says. You stand, and are given a white cloak to show your dedication to the order.
Your cock is hot and needy inside your armour, something most paladins deal with on a daily basis. For you, it's a little easier, though. Lance picks up on your need, and winks at you when no one is looking.
He seems to notice your struggle, and pats both you and Pike on the shoulders. "How about we go 'slay some demons' after this?", he whispers. You grin, getting hard as his deep voice rolls into your ear. Fighting by his side always helps deal with those feelings. There's nothing like straining your hot muscles next to your partner, fighting for justice. Well, in truth, that's not the part you look forward to.
You, Lance and Pike have a reputation as the most reliable and honourable team in the order, as inseparable as the Grand High Paladin and his second in command. They call you the Delta Strikers. No one knows that when you go out on missions together, you take the chance to rip eachother's armour off, and go at it like wild beasts in the tent. You, Pike and Lance know every inch of eachother's bodies, a link and bond that no other paladins can claim.
Instead of weakening your powers, like the order's texts say it should, your love for them both only makes you more powerful. Together, no monster can stand a chance. It's guaranteed that the three of you will reach the highest ranks of the order one day.
When you do, you both have plans to make some changes around here. But that's a story for another day. Your adventures don't end here; they're only just beginning.
Ending 8. Lance and I, Paladin Lovers
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e8 to true>>Lance gasps in shock as a pounding, throbbing sensation flows through him. He shudders as you grow bigger and bigger, your shrunken body bulging out, feeling stronger, more in control.
You fall forward atop him, your arms around his bare chest. He blushes in surprise as he realises that his cock is buried in your ass now. But your body is fully returned, fully separate.
He struggles and sqirms, panting as he instinctively thrusts into you. For a moment, you look into his eyes, and you both feel the need. He presses you down onto the grass underneath him, his powerful muscular body pinning you down.
He's so huge, and warm. His sweat drips onto you, as he thrusts and pushes into your ass. Sliding his fat, thick cock out, and ramming it back in, over and over, faster and faster.
Perhaps it's some connection you've made, some lingering power, but it feels incredible. Like you were made for this, like you have a link to his dick that no one else could ever replicate. He presses his snout to you, kissing you lovingly as he unloads his hot, gushing cum deep into your ass.
His arms wrap around you, and he looks deep into your eyes. "I...want to stay with you, if you'll have me", he says. You nod and smile, and he almost cum against right then and there.
---
Lance never returned to the order, having decided that his destiny lay elsewhere. With you, and with someone else special to him he met.
Years later, you are sitting in the farmhouse, between your two husbands. Lance on one side, asleep, and Russ on the other, enjoying the warmth of the crackling fire.
Lance's naked body is dripping with sweat. He was out like a light after working in the fields all day, and the musk of his hard work fills the room with a familiar scent. Russ smiles, and puts his burly arm around your shoulders.
"Who'd have guessed I would meet the loves of my life like this?", Russ says in a deep voice. He's naked too, his bulging muscle gut and fat cock hanging loose. He leans down and kisses you, his broad muzzle pressing to your mouth.
You, he and Lance have a bond like no other. Over the years you've gotten to know everything about eachother, and have worked the farm into one of the most prosperous in the region.
You feel two strong hands at your hips, and turn to see Lance has woken up, and is pulling you over possessively. "Don't hog him all to yourself, my love", he says. He grins as he leans down and kisses you too, his fat cock throbbing and stiffening as he tastes you.
Yes, you have a very happy life together. And far more adventures ahead; Russ has been hinting that he'd like for one of the three of you to consider magic spells that can let men produce offspring. A new stage of your life may be on the way.
Your adventures don't end here; they're only just beginning.
Ending 9. Lance the Farmer
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e9 to true>>Lance gasps in shock as a pounding, throbbing sensation flows through him. He shudders as you grow bigger and bigger, your shrunken body bulging out, feeling stronger, more in control.
You fall forward atop him, your arms around his bare chest. He blushes in surprise as he realises that his cock is buried in your ass now. But your body is fully returned, fully separate.
He struggles and sqirms, panting as he instinctively thrusts into you. For a moment, you look into his eyes, and you both feel the need. He presses you down onto the grass underneath him, his powerful muscular body pinning you down.
He's so huge, and warm. His sweat drips onto you, as he thrusts and pushes into your ass. Sliding his fat, thick cock out, and ramming it back in, over and over, faster and faster.
Perhaps it's some connection you've made, some lingering power, but it feels incredible. Like you were made for this, like you have a link to his dick that no one else could ever replicate. He presses his snout to you, kissing you lovingly as he unloads his hot, gushing cum deep into your ass.
His arms wrap around you, and he looks deep into your eyes. "I...want to stay with you, if you'll have me", he says. You nod and smile, and he almost cum against right then and there.
---
Lance never returned to the order after your adventures. His experiences were too much to forget about, and he wanted to be free of the strict restrictions they placed. Instead, the two of you became adventurers, seeking trouble and excitement wherever you could.
It's years later, and you are looking carefully at a strange stone mural. Lance is standing beside you, holding a torch that is the only light in this deep, forgotten ruin.
On the mural, you press the image of a dragon, then the moon, then a clockwork gear. There is a shifting and creaking of stone, and the wall opens up, sliding apart to reveal a hidden passage. Lance grins eagerly, the torchlight casting shadows across his rough leather armour.
"The lost treasure of the ancient redscale tribe! We found it!", he says. He steps forward, and you follow close behind.
The passageway is lined by rows of lizardmen statues, and as Lance walks forward, he starts to stagger oddly. He slumps forward, then turns around, his eyes glowing and pulsing.
"Intruders. You will join the redscale cult, this one as a mighty lizard warrior, and you as his cock!", he speaks in a guttural, unfamiliar voice.
You roll your eyes, and draw a blackjack. This again? Lizardmen were so uninventive. "This ain't my first rodeo", you tell the ancient spirit.
Still, it might be fun to fuse with him again. This would be at least the sixth time you two have tried it - lizard ruins have become your specialty. You leap forward into action, grinning with excitement.
Your adventures don't end here; they're only just beginning.
Ending 10. Lance the Wanderer
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e10 to true>>Lance isn't at all interested in hearing what his cock has to say about his day. He presses his thumb onto your mouth and squeezes you, shuddering as he enjoys the warmth and weight of his fat horse cock.
Then he heads towards the forest.
[[Visiting the bandits]]<<if $bcamp == 0>>
<<set $bcamp to 1>>
<<set $purity to 30>>
It doesn't take Lance long to find the bandit's hideout. After following the rabbit's instructions, it's only a matter of using his own tracking instincts.<br><br>
He pushes through the woods, and out into a clearing, partially hidden by a small bluff on one side. A fire burns in the middle, surrounded by rough tents, and rougher men.<br><br>
They jump up in alarm as Lance gets close, but he raises his hands in the air. The rabbit from earlier turns, and then hops up and down with excitement.<br><br>
"It's him! The fake paladin I told you about!", the rabbit shouts. The leader of the bandits, a huge wolverine, hefts a warhammer over his shoulder and glares at Lance suspicously.<br><br>
"Fake paladin, eh? Well maybe we should put that to the test", he growls. Two bandits line up either side of Lance, their weapons drawn, and he is taken over to a post that's hammered into one side of the camp. A panting, sweating stag is tied up to it. His eye is bruised, and he's stripped down to the waist.<br><br>
One bandit pushes a whip into Lance's hand.<br><br>
"This guard stumbled on our camp. Show him a lesson, 'paladin'", the wolverine growls.<br><br>
Lance clenches the whip in his hand, and grins. It cracks through the air, and the stag bellows as it slashes a line across his chest. The bandits blink in surprise.<br><br>
Lance starts taking off his armour, and you throb and pulse with delight. The metal plates clank to the ground, as his bulging muscles glisten in the forest light.<br><br>
<<set $changing to true>>
"Nice. Do me next", he says, a mad gleam in his eye. The bandits look at their leader, confused, but he just shrugs.<br><br>
As Lance strips naked, they tie him up to another post. He pants and squirms, as you throb and dribble pre. When the whip slashes across his chest, he whinnies in pain and pleasure. As the tenth whip stings a red line on his pecs, he bellows, and you erupt with cum. It sprays in thick, hot ropes all over the muddy ground, as Lance bucks his hip and lewdly sprays in front of the bandits.<br><br>
After that, they untie him. The wolverine laughs, and slaps him on the back. "Well, you're a wild one, but you are welcome here", he says.<br><br>
Lance returns to his camp later that day, after showing the bandits how to get more force out of their whipping hand.<br><br>
<<else>>
Lance returns to the bandit camp, and is greeted with whistles as he enters. He's getting a reputation around this place.<br><br>
"Oh hey, Twisted Lance!", the rabbit says when he sees him. Lance grins at him, and picks the scruffy rabbit up before pressing his snout into the smaller male's crotch, and inhaling his unwashed, dirty scent. The rabbit squirms and wriggles in his grip, before Lance drops him.<br><br>
Lance spends some time with the bandits, enjoying their company and their dirty, lustful criminal lives. Each time he comes here, he fits in a little more, and gets more reluctant to leave.<br><br>
<<set $changing to true>>
<</if>>
[[Evening]]<<if $purity > 100>>
<<set $purity to 100>>
<</if>>
<<if $purity < 0>>
<<set $purity to 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $attunement > 100>>
<<set $attunement to 100>>
<</if>>
<<if $attunement < 0>>
<<set $attunement to 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $lust > 100>>
<<set $lust to 100>>
<</if>>
<<if $lust < 0>>
<<set $lust to 0>>
<</if>>You don't want to exacerbate the change, but you are also in no mood to get questions from travellers in your current state. You step deeper into the woods, your body feeling more hot and more strange with every step.
You are unsure how long you walk, but you feel exhausted and dizzy. Sticky, warm fluid drips from your mouth, and your skin is unbearably sensitive and tingly.
You push back some bushes, and fall to your knees in a clearing, as you struggle for breath. That is when you hear a cracking and tearing sound nearby, and finally notice the smell of blood.
You look up, and freeze in fear. In your dizzy, weakened state, you had not heard the tell-tale signs of a monster nearby. Mere feet away from you, his back turned, is a forest ogre.
The creature is enormous, a twelve foot tall behemoth. His warty, rough green skin is stretched over massive bulging muscles. Thick biceps bulge on his long, gorilla-like arms, and a shaggy mane of dirty black hair covers his head and hangs partyway down his back.
He is eating a deer, his enormous teeth tearing strips from it as his shovel-like hands crack and break its limbs easily. He turns, and notices you. Two massive horns stretch out from his head, and a pair of thick curving tusks just from his piglike green snout. His humanoid hands and feet are oversized and filthy, with sharp black nails. The stench of his sweaty, unwashed body batters at you as he sniffs and walks closer.
He reaches for you, and you feel too weak to even try to move out of the way. However, once his massive filth-stained hand touches you, a sudden shock of energy burns through you.
The ogre blinks, his yellow eyes becoming unfocused. His huge hands wrap around your waist, and he starts to rip off your clothing. Your skin feels sensitive and throbbing and warm under his touch. You find yourself leaning in to him, wanting more, wanting to be closer, even though the repulsive stench of the sweat-dripping beast should be disgusting.
The beast's massive, foot-long green cock starts to stiffen and harden, and it presses it against your exposed rear. You shudder as you feel it slide into you, stretching you, filling you. It should be agony, to be pierced by such an oversized pole, but it feels completely right.
You can barely feel the cock inside you, it feels like every inch of you is somehow filled by the monster's throbbing meat. Your rear presses against his green crotch, and you shudder and stiffen as he starts to rub and pump his filth-stained hands up and down your chest.
Your limbs feel weak, your arms and legs shrinking and flopping limpy. With each stroke, they get smaller, and your body feels stiffer and hotter. Your skin starts to discolour, changing to a mossy green, while bulging veins snake across your torso.
You twitch and gasp, feeling thick foul-smelling fluid dribbling from your mouth, as your head bulges and throbs, starting to turn a deep, dark green. Your facial features smooth over, your mouth tightens into a drooling vertical slit. The ogre's enormous heartbeat pounds in your head, as pressure builds up below you, the monster's huge balls sway and pulse.
Then, the pressure bursts. Hot, burning dirty lust burns through your mind, every inch of your body lighting up with overwhelming pleasure. Hot, thick fluid rushes up through you, and erupts from your mouth. Rope after rope of off-coloured, stinking glue-like cum, spurting over the ogre's naked body, the trees, the grass.
The orgasm seems to never end. As load after load bursts from you, your mind cannot take it. You pass out, drowning in a sea of pleasure...
---
You wake up the next day hoping that the previous night was all a horrible dream. But as you feel the thick, rough green foreskin around you, and the ogre standing up so that you flop forward and swing between his legs, you realise it was all too real.
The ogre sniffs at your clothes, wondering where its prey went. It is too stupid and primitive to understand what happened, and so never knows that you are its new cock.
For the entire day, you suffer through the feeling of its thick, slime-like sweat dripping down you, the stench of its hairy green balls. That cannot compare to the foulness you endure when you taste the beast's dark yellow piss erupt through you like a hose, the hot rank fluid steaming with heat.
In the night, the monster wraps its filthy hand around you, stroking along your bumpy, filthy green shaft. Pumping and pounding you, until it snarls and sprays the trees and grass around it with dripping, rancid slimy ogre cum. You taste the thick, glue-like slime as it pounds and erupts from your mouth.
The next day is the same, and the next. You find yourself hoping that a paladin or adventurer will find the beast and slay it, perhaps freeing you. But you fear that the myths could be true - that monsters are not part of the Wheel of Rebirth, and that even if your host is destroyed, a new monster will simply reform from its remains, and you will be a monster cock for all eternity.
As the years pass, even those thoughts fade away. You are nothing but a filthy, throbbing monster cock. You exist to cum and piss. No thinking. Nothing but throb, cum, piss. Just...cock...
Your adventure ends here.
Ending 15. Ogre's Cock
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e15 to true>>Lance stands, and turns to look at the plinth you are nudging him towards. "Oh, I assumed those were just from statues that have crumbled away", he says.
He steps over to one, a particularly long and smooth one. He brushes leaves from its top to get a closer look, but as his fingers stroke the cold marble, he shudders and gasps.
You feel a thrum of pleasure vibrate inside you, through Lance's entire body.
"I...I am not worthy to touch these. These are for the great lizard heroes of ages past...", he mumbles, his voice droning and strange. You try to get his attention, but he ignores you.
He starts removing his armour, unbuckling it and dropping it onto the grass without a second thought. Soon, his muscular body is completely bare. He climbs up onto the plinth, his hooves pressing onto the stone, his bare hands touching the smooth marble as he stands on all fours.
"I serve the great lizard tribes...I am theirs to use as they wish...", he mumbles, his voice becoming more unclear, more gruff. His body starts to bulge, stretching out and thickening with muscle. His bones shift, his ribcage widening as his arms become longer, and his wrists stretch out.
His hands stiffen, thickening into wide hooves. His neck bulges with muscle, and his face becomes heavier and longer. He looks forward, his eyes blank and mindless, as he lifts one hoof in the air. You stretch out between his legs, growing thick and heavy, stretching wider as he becomes more feral.
A pile of rubble nearby shifts, and starts to roll together. Broken pieces combine and rise up, forming the cracked and damaged shape of a muscular, scarred lizard warrior. The lizard statue shambles forward, then begins to climb onto Lance's back.
With every touch of the lizard's worn and weathered stone hands, Lance's body turns cold and firm. Stony, hard marble spreads out from where the statue's body touches him, spreading like an oil puddle on water.
"I surrender my essence and strength...take my life force, so you may be restored...", Lance mumbles. His flanks grow pale, and stiffen as they become smooth marble. His hooves press down heavily, turning white, becoming hard and solid. You stiffen and twitch, and go still, as the stone washes over you, trapping you.
The cracks and damage on the lizard atop Lance start to repair themselves, making the statue more whole, more restored. Instead, some of the cracks spread down across Lance, making him weathered in places, and chipped. He smiles proudly, knowing he is serving his owner well, as his face seals over in stone, and the statue atop him poses proudly.
Anyone that finds you would see nothing unusual about this magnificent statue of a lizard warrior and his noble steed.
---
Years pass, with both you and Lance thinking more and more slowly. It is like meditating, in a way. The warm sun shining through the canopy onto your marble form, the touch of the wind teasing against your sensitive, frozen shaft.
Days seem to pass in moments, time having no meaning. You are filled with calm and contentment, happy to be still and unmoving, not realising your mind and spirit are being changed, becoming the spirit of the rocks, of the earth.
In time, as ivy covers your form and moss hangs from your marble body, you stop thinking completely. You are nothing but stone.
Your adventure ends here.
Ending 16. Statue Lance
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e16 to true>>You urge Lance to stay a little longer, and he stops to obey you. But then, his whole body stiffens up, and his eyes turn white.
The goat smiles and walks over. He waves a hand, and Lance's armour unbuckles, allowing you to flop free. He strokes his beard as he examines you.
"As I suspected. A magic user like myself. Got in over your head, I see! Don't worry, your little loyal host won't remember anything we discuss here."
"Tell me, fellow arcanist, would you like some assistance with your troubles? I could give you a little boost to your magic reserves, perhaps grant you more autonomy in that form of yours. If you would be willing to agree to a condition of mine..."
[[Accept his power]]
[[Refuse his power]]"Perfection. This will take but a moment...", the goat says. He begins to wave his hands, and chants an incantation that sends chills through your form.
It feels like oily brambles are wrapping around Lance's thighs, and stroking along your length. Then, with a rush of tingling sensation, something passes into you.
You feel somehow much more in control. All of Lance's body, his feelings and senses, are sharp and present in your mind.
"There. You should be able to exert more influence over him now. This musclebound moron's inhibitions are child's play to edit."
The goat raises a finger, and smiles.
"Now for your end of the bargain. I do not ask for much - only this. Should you, in the course of your travels, happen to wear away at this fool's morality and sense of justice, then I want to be involved. When he is fallen to the path of sin and vice, bring him to me. I will show you both such pleasures as you have never dreamed."
The goat's sinister horizontal pupils glow red for a moment, and he chuckles.
"Not an obligation, of course. Simply a promise from one mage to another. Oh, and don't go blabbing about my powers to the paladin, thank you. His gaggle of simpletons have such outdated opinions on the arts."
Lance's armour floats back up and buckles back in place, and you feel him lurch and sway as his body returns to his control. He rubs his head, a little confused, and then returns to camp.
<<set $extramagic to true>>
<<set $attunement to 0>>
[[Evening]]The goat shrugs. "As you wish. It was merely an offer, one mage to another. Have fun hanging between this empty-headed fool's legs, I suppose", he says.
Lance's armour floats back up and buckles back in place, and you feel him lurch and sway as his body returns to his control. He rubs his head, a little confused, and then returns to camp.
[[Evening]]Lance shudders, and his eyes become unfocused. "I...I should..."<br><br>
<<set $lancewill to $lancewill-1>>
You should obey me. You should let me make the decisions.<br><br>
Your voice rings in his head, bounces through his thoughts, enhanced by your magical abilities. He struggles slightly, his hand flexing, then goes limp.<br><br>
"Y..yes. You can make the decisions..."<br><br>
His mind grows weaker, and your control over him grows stronger. You can force him to do what you want to do today.<br><br>
<<if $purity < 50>>
[[Visiting the bandits]]<br>
[[Tell him to visit the old goat]]<br>
<<else>>
[[Tell him to look into curing your curse|Looking for a cure]]<br>
[[Tell him to focus on his duties]]<br>
[[Hunt for bandits|Patrolling the forest]]<br>
[[Visit the nearby village|Patrolling the village]]<br><br>
<<if $metwhore > 0>>
[[Village: Prostitute]] <br>
<</if>>
<<if $foundbar>>
[[Village: Bar]] <br>
<</if>>
<<if $farmer > 0>>
[[Village: Farmer]] <br>
<</if>>
<<if $bandit > 0>>
[[Patrolling the forest]] <br>
<</if>>
<</if>>Lance resists for a moment, and struggles to stay in control as your magical influence spreads through his body.
"I..I want...I don't...", he mumbles. You push harder, breaking dow his will, his resistance.
You want to do what I say. I tell you what to do. I am in control.
Your voice burns away his own will, and soon he nods meekly. He gently strokes over your body. You start to harden, your form growing heavy and warm from his touch and attention.<br><br>
"I...want to do what you say...."<br><br>
His fingers grip around your shaft, holding you firmly. Then, he starts to pump. His moves are nervous, unfamiliar. You may be his cock, but he is still new to pleasure. He gasps and pants, his leg twitches as you throb in his grip.<br><br>
You can feel his heart beating faster and faster. He bites his lower lip, starting to increase the pace of his pumping. Precum dribbles from your mouth, and you feel hot and stiff and desperate for release.<br><br>
Then, in a sudden building rush, pleasure erupts through you. Hot, thick fluid gushes up through your body, warming you and forcing you to stand upright and erect. As Lance's thick, hot ropes of stallion cum spurt from your mouth, it catches him by surprise.<br><br>
His own cum splatters onto his muzzle and on his gasping tongue, as it arches up into the air with messy, explosive force. He whinnies and shudders, pushing you forward so that the rest of your loads gush and spurt over the grass, forming a musky, hot puddle.<br><br>
He pants and squirms as you soften and as his lust starts to calm. His tongue licks nervously at his muzzle, as he tastes his creamy seed.<br><br>
He sits there for a while, cum dripping from his face. You realise he's waiting for your command, and obediently doing nothing until he is told. That sends a thrill of power through you, as you realise how much his will is breaking down.<br><br>
You order him to prepare his tent and get ready for the night, and he nods and obeys. As he gets ready to sleep, you feel his pounding heart, his confusion...and his submissiveness.<br><br>
<<set $lust to 0>>
<<set $changing to true>>
<<if $purity >= 90>>
<<set $purity to $purity-10>>
<</if>>
<<set $lancewill to $lancewill-1>>
[[Night]]<br>You can feel the curse taking you over, your mind sinking into a sea of throbbing, lust, need. Your mind is changing, your very identity becoming that of a cock, of a proud throbbing tool.
You push on that power, feeling yourself heating up, glowing with energy...
<<if $lancewill < 1>>
...and that energy wraps around you, protects you. The curse's power, which was trying to break down your identity and make you into nothing but a shaft, instead flails and lashes out.
Lance shudders, and gasps. His eyes unfocus, and he starts to drool. He's so used to obeying your commands now, to letting you think for him. It's easy to redirect that negative energy into him, to let it feed on his mind, make him stupider, more obedient, more content.
The last of the curse burns through you, and is complete. Yes, you are a cock, and always will be. A mighty, massive and proud equine cock. You are not ashamed of it. You are the superior one, the mighty glistening tool.
It is Lance who is subordinate. Nothing but your carrier, your slave. Yes, this suits you just fine. You command Lance to stand, and he obeys mindlessly, standing up and allowing you to swing between his legs.
Your control over him is absolute. He is a cock-brained slave, an extension of your will. You don't know if it's some lingering aspect of the curse, but this feels like it was your destiny. Cocks should be in charge. They should command their obedient hosts.
And you know just where to begin...
[[A New Order of Paladins]]
<<else>>
...but it isn't enough. Lance isn't sufficiently broken down, your will is unable to take control of his own. Your spell drifts away, leaving his crotch hot and musky, as you accept your place as a massive drooling equine shaft.
[[A Cock's Ending]]
<</if>>You can feel the last of the curse fading away, the link it forged between you and Lance starting to crumble. Just a small amount of power remains.
You push on that power, feeling yourself heating up, glowing with energy...
<<if $lancewill < 1>>
..and it starts to work. The breaking bond re-knits, spreads out through Lance's body and mind. He blinks, feeling confused and dizzy, his limbs flopping down as he struggles to control them.
"I...what...?", he mumbles. Your voice speaks in his head. Telling him to relax, to let you take control. He's so used to following your orders now, to letting you think for him.
He hesitates for only a moment, then nods. His mind growing slower, more content. You feel yourself spreading up, growing and becoming enhanced. All while Lance's identity and thoughts are compressed smaller and smaller, subordinated, pressed under your control.
You shudder, feeling the wind on your skin, your bulging muscles, your strength and power. Then you whinny, gasping as you feel your massive, heavy equine cock spurt and gush with cum, forcing Lance to taste his own fluids bursting through his new form.
His...new form? It takes you a moment to fully realise what has happened. You look down at yourself, your tall, muscular new body. Your huge hooves, pale fur, and enormous glistening black cock.
Lance's cock. You are in his body, controlling him. Within that heavy meat, you can feel the last essence of Lance's mind, as the curse completely overwhelms him and transforms him into YOUR new cock, for good.
But what are you going to do with this new body?
[[Rejoin the paladins in his place]]
[[Go back to your old life of adventuring]]
<<else>>
...but it doesn't take. Perhaps if Lance's will was more weakened, if he was more used to taking orders from you, the magic would have merged with the fading curse. As it is, you feel both washing away as your old body is restored.
[[An Adventure's Ending]]
<</if>>You stroke your hands along your new muscles, feeling the weight and power of them. You stand up, swaying for a moment as you get used to being so tall.
You're really Lance. His body belongs to you. You could go back to your old life, to seeking fortune and fame, being a wandering adventurer...
But you find yourself looking at his armour and sword, and thinking of the paladins that Lance left behind. Could you fill not only his body, but his life as well? You pick up his sword, and raise it high in the air, watching the light glisten off the edge.
You make your decision, and set off on the long road to the Order of Paladins.
It feels strange, travelling with your own two hooves again. The air is walm and pleasant, and your armour fits as well as it always has, even if it is a bit stifling in the crotch.
Why are you choosing to return to the Paladins?
[[I made an oath]]
[[It would be a good change]]You stroke your hands along your new muscles, feeling the weight and power of them. You stand up, swaying for a moment as you get used to being so tall.
You're really Lance. His body belongs to you. Yet, despite that, you're still your own person. Lance's life of duty and chastity doesn't appeal at all.
Which is why the first thing you do with your new life is sell his armour and get yourself some new adventuring gear. Well, not the first thing. The FIRST thing is stroking and pounding Lance again until he sprays the campsite with thick, hot ropes of equine cum.
But after that, it's time to get some leather armour, some new boots, a sword and ten foot pole, and head off to adventure and fortune.
---
Being Lance suits you nicely. You go back to being called by your old name, but you find that his training as a Paladin has granted him muscles and combat skills that totally eclipse your old abilities. It feels amazing to flex his muscles, stomp his hooves, feel this new body and know it is YOURS.
Which is why, eventually, you ended up fighting in Gran Campion's grand arena. That was years ago now, and in the intervening time, you have rapidly risen the ranks to becoming Arena Champion.
You are currently enjoying a deep massage from an adoring fan. A slender donkey who is so obsessed with you that he begged the arena to let him serve you for no pay. He rubs oil on your glistening muscles, and gently strokes and pumps Lance. You have given him very explicit instructions on how to make Lance happy, using your own knowledge of being that very cock to know exactly what feels best.
He strokes his muzzle along Lance's shaft, but you gently push him aside. That will have to wait - your next match is starting. You stand up, strap on your champion belt, and walk out into the arena to the whoops and jeers of your adoring crowd.
It feels damn good to be on top. Everyone loves that you fight naked, and it's considered a fun quirk that you refer to your cock as a "partner" and pretend it's its own person. They never realise the truth, of course.
You look towards your opponent, and crack your knuckles. This will be fun.
Your adventures don't end here; they're only just beginning.
Ending 19: I, Lance
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e19 to true>>You command Lance to put his armour back on, and make his way on the long trip back to the Order. As he travels, you begin plotting and scheming, thinking of how to spread this superior form of existence to the world.
When he finally returns, he is welcomed by his comrades. They do a check for any curses or lingering magic, but find nothing suspicious about you. A normal horse, a normal shaft, one mind...what's to be suspicious of?
It's easy to use Lance's knowledge and skills when you have to. He is your puppet, following your every command and desire. You make him go to the barracks, and begin preparing to rest, when he almost walks into another paladin.
This one is shorter than you, a cheerful golden-furred dog. His tail wags as he sees Lance, and he almost moves in for a hug, before checking himself and just saluting instead.
"Lance! You're back! It's great to see you, I always get a bit worried when you're gone!", he says. Lance's memories tell you this is Pike, a fellow Paladin he is close to. This gives you an idea.
"It's great to see you too, Pike. Could you come into the changing room with me for a moment? I need to show you something", you make Lance say. Pike doesn't seem to notice the slightly glazed look in Lance's eyes, and follows him into a separate room, which is conveniently empty.
You make Lance sit down on a bench, and Pike sits next to him. "What did you want to tell-", Pike says, before you interrupt him by making Lance press forward, and shove his muzzle against Pike's for a deep, warm kiss.
Pike flinches in surprise for a moment, then eagerly wraps his arms around Lance's neck, and begins kissing back. Soon, the two of them strip down, and Pike lies atop Lance's powerful body, rubbing and kissing him.
Which leaves you, throbbing and erect, pressed against Pike's thick throbbing cock. Your power flows into it, teasing it, awakening it. Bit by bit, you feel a mind grow within it, a distinct identity. A unique new person, always existing within this cock, but dormant.
"I...where am I? Who am I?", Pike's cock asks you. You rub against him, making your fellow cock shudder and dribble.
"You are a cock, like me. Together, we're going to take over this place", you tell the other cock. He twitches in excitement, his mind growing stronger as he begins to feed on Pike's memories, and assert his control.
Pike looks dizzy and confused for a moment, his eyes glazing over. "Wait...what is...uh...", he mumbles. You help show his cock how to take control, how to force the host to be subservient, obedient. Soon, Pike-cock flexes his control over his entire host, and the two of you hump and grind together until you spew and spray thick, hot cum all over your hosts' crotches.
"Tomorrow, the plan begins", you tell your new lover. He twitches with excitement.
----
"I call this meeting of the New Pole-adins to order", you intone grandly. Your thick body wobbles as you speak telepathically to your fellow cocks, and a small droplet of pre oozes from your mouth along your thick black shaft.
It has been years since you transformed, and your plans have gone well. Right now, you are the High Pole-adin, the highest ranking member of your order. You are at the prime seat of the round table, in the highest tower of the Order's citadel.
The table has been lowered to just below crotch height, on your orders. You host, Lance, is sitting naked on the throne, with your body and balls resting on the edge of the table. All around you, the other highest ranking members of your order stand and throb.
Their hosts sit mindless, their eyes unfocused. Only their cocks do the thinking, now. To your left, Pike's thick and handsome golden cock twitches and wobbles at you, a gesture of loyalty and affection. The canine who hosts him has a dumb, empty smile on his face.
Across the table, the original High Paladin is also naked and grinning. The massive, muscular white lion looks silly with drool dripping down his broad muzzle, but his fat veiny cock is a brilliant strategist and one of your most trusted members.
Next to him, the four-horned black goat sits slumped. You have to keep an eye on that one - this goat was key in setting you up in your position, so you invited him to join your order, then quickly converted him. The goat himself was easily crushed, but his long, slender black cock is a cunning and tricky being.
"How are our plans proceeding?", you ask. The lion cock throbs proudly. "I have made plans for an official meeting with royal guards in high positions at the great city of Makarna", he says in his deep, rumbling voice. "Soon they will be converted, after which the king himself will soon be one of us."
The other cocks drool a little, which is your equivalent of applause. Two voices hiss from the side - the twin shafts of a purple-scaled snake. They are brothers, and make an excellent team.
"We have already converted several key members of the Gran Campion noble families. Once our pawns take over as Patrician, the city will be ours, and all shall be converted", they say in unison.
Excellent, excellent. You shudder with delight. You will have to frot with Pike-cock later to celebrate this. Yes, soon the entire world will be put in its place, with the walking hosts nothing but mindless drones for the true superior beings - their own cocks.
Your plans are only just beginning.
Ending 17: A New Order of Paladins
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e17 to true>>Lance returns to the goat's farmhouse, still messy and overgrown with weeds.
Though now you know the goat's secret, you notice that all is not as it seems. These weeds are not just overgrowth; a number of poisonous herbs and magical reagents are growing here.
Lance knocks on the door, his fist pounding on the wood. It opens to reveal the goat once more, though he is now completely nude. His black fur is sleek and shiny, and he is surprisingly muscular and toned.
"Come in, come in. Yes, I could smell it approaching. The scent of a pure, holy paladin, corrupted and twisted to vice and depravity. Nothing else in the world makes me so excited", he says.
Lance steps in, and looks around. The goat's house is filled with leather furniture, whips, strange tables with shackles and what looks like torture equipment. Red candles give a sinister flickering light to the room.
"I invited you back here for a reason, fallen knight", the goat says. He reaches for a curtain at one side of the room, and rips it aside. Beyond it, bound and restrained, is a massive monster.
The creature is horselike, but far larger than any normal horse. Its teeth are bared despite the silver muzzle clamping its snout shut, revealing that it has vicious fangs instead of equine teeth. Its eyes glow and pulse with crimson light, and its mane sways in a phantom breeze, the hair black and shadowlike. A powerful, creeping sense of evil oozes from the beast. The places where its hooves touch begin to rot and warp, explaining why the house appears in such poor repair.
"Yes, it is what you think. A Nightmare, a real one!", the goat brags. Nightmares are incredibly rare, and very dangerous. Produced by terrible dreams, only truly dark and vile acts can break a mind enough to allow the creation of one of these monsters.
Lance looks nervous. He may have broken oaths and morals, but this is a new level.
"Only a fallen paladin can do this. You, my friend. You can mount the beast, fuck it into submission, and take its power for your own. All the corruption and magical energy of a nightmare, in an intelligent body! Imagine what you could do with it..."
[[Embrace the corruption]]
[[Visit the bandits instead|Visiting the bandits]]Lance hesitates for only a moment, before grinning. This is what he wanted. Freedom from the rules, from duty, from morality.
He cracks his knuckles, then walks to the back of the struggling, growling monster. He lifts you in his hand, stroking and pumping you. Soon, you thicken and swell to full strength, and he claps both of his hands on the nightmare's powerful ebony hindquarters, then thrusts you forward.
Being slammed into the tight ass of a monster from the dream realm is an incredible sensation. You feel like you are being plunged into a deep, hot lake of sin and depravity. An oily, shivering sensation spreads throughout you, the tight grip of the monster's physical form just a pale shadow of the feeling of fucking it's very spirit.
Everything feels so wrong, so dirty and nasty, and yet so appealing. Lance starts to drool, his hands sinking into the monster's flank, as tarry black goo spreads up from the nightmare over his flesh.
He struggles to assert control, thrusting you in and out, as his crotch merges and blends with the creature's rear. It is trying to suck him in, to make him part of it. But Lance was once a paladin, born to resist dark magic and suppress monsters. So instead, he pulls the thick black slime up over himself, the nightmare becoming weaker, smaller.
Oily goo covers his pecs, his biceps, his behind. His muscles bulge and swell massively, glistening under thick layers of black corruption. His snout pushes forward, his maw opening wide as his teeth become vicious fangs. His mane flickers and sways in the air, while the tips of his hair start to glow with ethereal light.
The nightmare froths and screams, its hooves clawing at the ground, but soon its entire form is dragged onto Lance. The black goo covers his face, and pulses for a moment. Then his eyes snap open, now glowing with deep red light.
He smiles, looking down at himself. He's grown massively, his body now over twelve feet tall and bulging with herculean black muscle. He feels unstoppable, invincible...
...until the watching goat suddenly leans down pulls away part of the rags on the floor, revealing a pre-drawn binding circle painted in blood on the boards.
Glowing bands of light suddenly appear on Lance's wrists and neck, trying to shatter his will, to force him to be the goat's obedient summoned pet.
<<if $lancewill < 1>>
You are no stranger to crushing wills. This goat cannot claim you...unless you want him to.
[[Become the goat's monstrous pet]]
[[Break through his control]]
<<else>>
[[Become the goat's monstrous pet]]
<</if>>
<<set $purity to 0>>Lance pulls at the bindings, struggling against them, trying to break free. But the goat has planned this well, and the more he struggles, the weaker he becomes.
Soon, Lance is forced down onto his knees. His hands hit the floorboards, as he pants and snarls in frustration.
He is left staring down at the goat's feet, a pair of black-furred humanoid feet with dark-skinned soles, quite unlike Lance's own hooves. The goat lifts one foot, and presses it down on Lance's oily black muzzle.
"You belong to me, now. That circle is a ritual of Bind Monster, and that is what you are. A monster, through and through, mind body and spirit. Which means that you are mine."
From your own magical knowledge, you can feel that it is true. Lance no longer has a physical form, no flesh and blood. His body is now entirely formed from corrupted magic.
The goat's foot sinks slightly into Lance's slimy face, before the goat smiles, and speaks a word of power. "Unsummon", he commands.
Instantly, Lance's body breaks apart. The slimy dark magic forming him unwinds into a storm of power, that flows forward and slams into the goat, before sinking into his flesh. You can feel yourself being broken up, consumed and tranformed into magical energy that boosts the goat's power vastly beyond mortal limits.
The goat looks down at his cock, which has become a massive foot-long equine shaft, glistening black and dripping with a constant flow of corrupted slime.
"You should have known never to trust a magic user, my friend", he says to you smugly.
---
You, and Lance, are the perfect familiar for an evil wizard like your new master. By becoming pure magic, you have both massively enhanced his abilities. Whenever he uses spells, he draws upon your magic reserves, consuming and slowly eroding your thoughts and identity to fill his own magic reserves.
While he's merged with you, he retains his normal shape, except for keeping you as a fat, monstrous black cock between his legs. He can also summon Lance back out, however, sending out the magic to form a mighty nightmare to ride, or a winged wyvern made of black slime, or a muscular bipedal brute to fight his foes.
In every form, you remain as an obscenely massive, dripping cock between Lance's legs. Each change breaks you a little more, each summon and unsummon rendering you more and more into nothing but a dumb, brainless beast. In the evenings, your master summons Lance as a black hellhound, and makes him nuzzle and curl up against his feet.
You, and eventually the world, are doomed to serve at this evil goat's whims forever.
Your adventure ends here.
Ending 20. Lance the Familiar
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e20 to true>>You are not about to let this upstart wizard benefit from everything you've gone through! If Lance isn't strong enough to break these bonds, you will just do it for him.
You assume control, forcing your will through Lance's body. He growls and snarls, flexing his enormous muscles and pulling with all his might...and the bonds snap.
The light vanishes in an instant, and the goat stumbles backwards, trembling in fear.
You have broken through the spell, but it utterly exhausted you. You flop and shudder, your control over Lance fading. He lunges forward, snarling and growling. His eyes glow with vengeful lust, as his hands shift and bulge out, transforming into feral hooves. He pins the goat down under one massive forehoof, then thrusts you forward against the goat's feet.
Your slit opens wide, black goo dribbling from your mouth, as the goat's feet and legs slide into you. You are alarmed, but aroused, as you feel a strange hunger growing within you. You pulse, and suck, dragging the struggling goat down, feeling the intense pleasure of his wriggling body gasping and slipping in your tight, slimy insides.
He tries to shout out a spell, but you suck harder, and drag his face into you. Your massive black body is stretched out around him like a feeding python, as you force him down deeper and deeper, into Lance's massive glistening black balls.
The goat struggles and writhes for a little while, before beginning to soften and melt. His body being soaked in corruptive essence, transformed into hot, thick goo. You shudder with need, then throb and stiffen, as a tidal wave of stinking corrupted cum erupts from you.
The blast shatters the walls of the house, and soaks the ground in sticky, hot fluid. Fountains of it burst from you, rope after rope of cum, vastly more than any normal creature could produce. With every load, Lance grows bigger, more monstrous. He bares his fangs, as thick spikes jut from his mane, and black scales appear on his body. His hooves glow with balefire, leaving singed marks in the ground.
Finally, the last of the digested goat is sprayed as cum over the ruins of his home. Which is when you realise that you are still desperately, ravenously hungry...
---
Legends tell of the Beast of the Northern Wilds. A horse of titanic size, with an obscenely massive and hungry black cock. It appeared one night, and within a single day, devoured all the inhabitants of a small village. Farmers, shopkeepers, prositutes; all were dragged into the Beast's massive cock, and ground down into thick stinking corrupted cum.
These parts of the Wilds are abandoned now. Everyone knows to avoid the black, corrupted ground, the area where the soil becomes a stinking swamp of cum and dirt. Sometimes adventurers and wanna-be heroes will brave the cum-swamp, and try to fight the Beast.
One of them is currently struggling in your balls right now. You throb and twitch under Lance. He is over twenty feet tall, now, with gigantic ox-like horns and a spiked, muscular tail. He barely looks equine, and now seems like more of a monstrous behemoth of legend.
You are there too, your mind now nothing but hunger and lust. Any last traces of your identity have long since melted away, transformed fully into the throbbing meat of a monster. Which is all you will ever be, for Lance's corruption is so great, that even if he is ever slain, he will eventually reform from the muck to feed again.
You will be a mindless, predatory monster cock for all eternity.
Your adventure ends here.
Ending 21. Lance the Beast
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e21 to true>>Yes. You have to uphold your promises. It's what you've been working towards for so many years.
It's a long road back to the Order, and you pass by a number of villages and farms. When you are about half way along the way back to Gran Campion, you spot something alarming; a plume of smoke in the road.
Your instincts kick in, and you rush forward, only to quickly discover a tipped-over merchant caravan, embedded with flaming arrows that are rapidly consuming the canvas.
A blood-stained merchant is hiding behind a plank of wood, pinned between his burning caravan on one side, and four snarling goblins on the other.
Your training takes over, as you draw your sword and speak a chant of speed. Your hooves clatter on the ground as you charge into the goblins, taking them by surprise and slaying two in a single swing.
The remaining two scramble away, and one throws a dagger at you. You block with one arm and it bounces off your armour, allowing you to lunge and strike down a third goblin. The remaining one flees, and you reach down to help the merchant to his feet.
"Thank you, thank you! I owe you my life, Paladin! Please, take this gift", he says, before pushing a handful of coins towards you.
[[Decline the gift, your oaths do not allow it]]
[[Accept it gratefully]]
<<set $actlikelance to $actlikelance+1>>Your old life of scrounging for jobs and rooting through tombs no longer seems to appeal. This is a chance for something new.
It's a long road back to the Order, and you pass by a number of villages and farms. When you are about half way along the way back to Gran Campion, you spot something alarming; a plume of smoke in the road.
It takes you a moment to get used to Lance's powerful legs, but you quickly launch into a sprint. You quickly discover a tipped-over merchant caravan, embedded with flaming arrows that are rapidly consuming the canvas.
A blood-stained merchant is hiding behind a plank of wood, pinned between his burning caravan on one side, and four snarling goblins on the other.
You draw your sword and charge. Your hooves clatter on the ground as you slam into the goblins, taking them by surprise and slaying two in a single swing.
The remaining two scramble away, and one throws a dagger at you. You block with one arm and it bounces off your armour, allowing you to lunge and strike down a third goblin. The remaining one flees, and you reach down to help the merchant to his feet.
"Thank you, thank you! I owe you my life, Paladin! Please, take this gift", he says, before pushing a handful of coins towards you.
[[Decline the gift, your oaths do not allow it]]
[[Accept it gratefully]]You have never accepted payment for saving a life before, and you certainly won't start now! The merchant says he will increase his donation to the order this year, instead.
You check his wounds, and use the prayer of Lay on Hands to stabilise him. Then you carry on your way.
You pass by a small village as the sun is getting low, and decide to bed down in an inn for the night. As you ask for a room and pay, the ewe manning the counter asks what name she should put in her guest book.
<<set $actlikelance to $actlikelance+1>>
<<if $actlikelance > 1>>
[[Lance]]
[[My real name...which is...Lance...|Lance]]
<<elseif $actlikelance > 0>>
[[Lance]]
[[Your real name, of course]]
<<else>>
[[Your real name, of course]]
<</if>>
You take the money with a grin. This hero thing is already paying off!
You check his wounds, and patch him up with some first aid you learned in your adventuring days. Then you carry on your way.
You pass by a small village as the sun is getting low, and decide to bed down in an inn for the night. As you ask for a room and pay, the ewe manning the counter asks what name she should put in her guest book.
<<if $actlikelance > 1>>
[[Lance]]
[[My real name...which is...Lance...|Lance]]
<<elseif $actlikelance > 0>>
[[Lance]]
[[Your real name, of course]]
<<else>>
[[Your real name, of course]]
<</if>>
"Lance", you say immediately. That's your name, after all.
As you bed down for the night, you have a niggling, annoying feeling that something isn't quite right. You dream of adventuring and wandering the world, but it feels like someone else's life, experiences that you don't understand.
When you wake up, you don't remember the dreams at all. You carry on towards Gran Campion, your home for all these years. It feels great to see the domes of the Order again, and in a way you even find yourself enjoying the terrible stink and smog of Gran Campion. It's been a long time since you came home.
As you enter the order, they welcome you and ask you to walk through an enchanted gate, designed to wash away any weak lingering enchantments you may have carried in with you.
You pass through it, not expecting anything unusual...and feel a shuddering, strange feeling of //permanence// flow through you.
You find yourself remembering growing up in a small village near Gran Campion, being a promising young colt who always looked up to the paladins who passed through town. Their gleaming armour, their incredible dedication.
Joining the order when you came of age, training hard and learning combat and holy magic. Making friends, life-long colleagues. Your most recent job, finding that adventurer who had been cursed. Having him stuck as your cock for so long; how embarrassing. But...that all ended fine, right?
You helped them, and now you're coming home. As Lance. Which is who you've always been.
The holy magic twirls around you, fixing you, restoring you. Yes, you are Lance. A brave, noble and kind paladin. Maybe not too smart, but you make up for it in other ways.
You smile happily, looking forward to seeing Pike again, and forgetting all about those last lingering thoughts of adventuring.
You are Lance. You always have been, mind, body and soul.
Your adventures don't end here; they're only just beginning.
Ending 22: Truly Lance
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e22 to true>>You shake off a momentary desire to answer "Lance" that flicks through your mind. No, you aren't Lance. You might be following his footsteps, but you need to remember that you are your own person.
You pay for the room and head to bed. In the night, you dream of growing up as a colt in a small village, admiring paladins, wanting to join them. But when you wake up, you shake it off as just dreams.
You carry on the journey to Gran Campion. It is shrouded by smog on the horizon, and the closer you get, the more you notice the unpleasant smell that always lingers in this city.
The domes of the Order get closer as you travel towards them. Oddly, you feel both a sensation of awe at entering this place for the first time, but also a weird feeling of nostalgia, like you've been here many times before.
As you enter the order, they welcome you and ask you to walk through an enchanted gate, designed to wash away any weak lingering enchantments you may have carried in with you.
You walk through, and feel a shuddering sensation for just a moment, before it fades. It seems you are safe to enter.
You give a report to your superiors, which comes easily to you. It feels odd, but it's almost like Lance's experience and memories come to you when you feel out of your depth. It's getting easier and easier to slide into his life, to feel his muscle memory and habits. It's like wearing a comfortable suit.
You're contemplating that to yourself when you turn a corner and bump into another paladin. You apologise, and turn to look at
[[HOLY CRAP HE'S SO HOT]]Your mouth goes dry. Your heart pounds and you mumble something.
The dog you bumped into grins and rubs his head. His golden fur is magnificent, like the sun gleaming on the morning dew. His beautiful blue eyes are like icy pools you could drown in. He's smaller than you but that just makes you want to wrap your arms around him and pick him up and
"Hey Lance! Didn't see you there, haha! I hope your mission went well!", Pike says. Pike. That's his name. You know this dog.
YOU LOVE HIM.
No, you need to focus. Focus on how your mouth is hot and dry and needs to press on his muzzle, how you have wanted to stroke your hands over his firm golden abs for years, how you would burn down this entire citadel to feel his tight ass around your
You need to stop! What's happening to you?!
[[Say something intelligent|Fnurgle]]
[[Apologise for your weird behaviour|Fnurgle]]
[[Ask Pike how he's doing|Fnurgle]]"Fnurgle", you mumble in a choked voice. Your head feels like it's full of cotton wool. Pike laughs, and strokes his hand across your arm.
You want to fuck him so fucking badly.
Through your pounding heart, flushed face, and rock-hard cock, you begin to figure out what's going on. Lance's body has been trained for years to think of Pike, to fantasise about him, to get horny for him but never be able to do what he wants.
That has combined with the second, more urgent thing. Lance is your //cock// now. He is in charge of what turns you on, of what makes you hard. That means all of his obsession with this dog has transformed into utter lust and desperation that has left you in this state.
Which means that though this feels like a choice, you know there is really only one thing you can do right now.
[[Slam that hot pup against a wall and kiss him]]Pike gives you a confused look as you lift your powerful equine hands and grab his shoulders. "Lance...?", he asks, a hopeful lilt in his voice.
When you ram him against the wall and shove your mouth onto his muzzle, his tail starts wagging furiously. He wraps his arms around your neck and squeezes himself into you, his long tongue rubbing and curling around yours.
You kiss for a solid minute, before pulling away with saliva dangling between your two muzzles. His eyes sparkle with joy.
"Finally! I have been dreaming of you making a move!", he says. He looks around with a grin, then drags you into an empty armoury.
He locks the door with a click, and starts pulling off his clothes. Your hands shake as you strip down too, allowing Lance to rise up rock-hard between your legs, his tip dribbling and gushing with precum.
Lance sits on a crate, his own shorter red cock hard and twitching in the air over his golden balls. His muscles are firm and toned, his body slender and handsome.
[[Lick his paws]]
[[Suck his cock]]
[[Rim him]]
[[Fuck his ass]]You can't wait any more. You need him now, need to mount him, to join with him.
You bend Pike over a crate, and press your throbbing massive horse cock to his tight hole. "G-go gently, Lance...", he mumbles, his face pink and flushed.
You try, but it's hard to hold back this intense desire. Lance bites his lower lip, his tail wagging and his body shaking as you press your cock into his tight hole, inch by inch, feeling yourself inside him.
He moans, thrusting and shivering, as he gushes pre over the crate. You go as slow as you can, filling him more, stretching him out with your length. Then you wrap your arms around him, squeeze him tight, and thrust forward.
In and out, in and out, your massive wet cock slams into Pike's tight ass. He moans and barks, arching his back in your grip, as you are overwhelmed with need. Your fucking gets harder and faster, until you are totally lost in the sensation.
You whinny loudly, your passion shaking the walls as you unload hot, thick cum deep into Pike's ass. He barks and woofs, his own cock spurting thick ropes of cum all over his furry chest.
You pant and gasp, holding him tightly, before leaning in to him for a deep, passionate kiss. Now that you have him, you're never letting him go.
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After that night, you and him become lovers. At every opportunity, you sneak away to kiss him, to fuck him, to feel eachother's bodies. At first it feels strange being called Lance, but over time you come to accept the name, when it is being spoken by the man you're so madly in love with.
The two of you make sure to be sent on missions together, and get a reputation for having a close and powerful bond. You are commended for your teamwork, and for your passion for volunteering to go out alone together on missions every chance you can get.
After all, no mission is cold or lonely when you and he can curl up together in a tent.
If it's true that having sex weakens paladin magic, neither of you seem to notice it. You wouldn't care anyway, because in eachother's arms you have found something far more rewarding than the Order can offer you.
Your adventures don't end here; they're only just beginning.
Ending 18: I, Paladin
[[Restart|Intro]]
<<set $e18 to true>>Pike's paws are strangely exciting to you. You find yourself lifting his ankle and stroking your rough fingers over his black padded soles. You spread his toes, feel his claws, and press his paw to your face to breathe in its scent. He grins and blushes a bit.
"Wow Lance, I never knew you were into that sort of thing...", he says.
You shudder and feel your face growing hot with a blush as he curls his toes over your snout. Whatever you thought about paws and feet before, you seem to adore them now. It seems that Lance, having always had hooves, had a fascination with races that had paws or feet.
You lick your long tongue over his black pawpads, and bewteen his clawed toes, tasting his sweat and scent. He presses his paws against your cheeks, and your cock dribbles with pre.
"Shall we do something more intimate...?"
[[Suck his cock]]
[[Rim him]]
[[Fuck his ass]]You stroke along his thighs, feeling his furry muscles, his warmth, his softness.
His red cock bounces and twitches as you press your muzzle against it. It's so warm, and it smells strongly of Pike's familiar doggy scent. He woofs a little, and pants as his cock starts to dribble pre against your muzzle.
You open your mouth and slide it over his shaft. Your prehensile equine lips kiss against his swollen red knot, while you lick and suck on his throbbing shaft. The salty taste of his pre dribbles onto your tongue. He holds onto your head, panting and squirming in your grip.
"Don't make me cum yet...I wanna cum with you inside me, Lance..."
[[Lick his paws]]
[[Rim him]]
[[Fuck his ass]]You pick Pike up and bend him over the crate, before taking hold of his furry golden ass with both your hands, and spreading his cheeks wide. His tail wags furiously against your face as he shudders and humps against the crate a little.
"Oh fuck, Lance...", he mumbles.
You press your long muzzle into his rear, and slowly lick your tongue along his pink hole. He barks a little, panting as your wet warm tongue teases his hole and strokes along it. His shaking and shivering makes you more and more excited.
"I want to feel you mount me, Lance..."
[[Lick his paws]]
[[Suck his cock]]
[[Fuck his ass]]