Heaving air into his lungs and wiping sweat off his brow, Anon gathered himself. Fighting through a bountiful amount of predators and dealing with an intense volume of climbing, he had finally reached the High Plains—the next destination in his journey through Fœnum.
So far, his journey had been fascinating, to say the least. From fighting and taming Arizona back in the Prairie, turning the cow into his eager slave, and then traveling to Reine City and doing the same with Velvet, he faced plenty of challenges. Still, traversing the treacherous terrain of the High Plains might’ve taken the cake.
Trotting beside him, panting and sweating as much as he was, were his two aforementioned slaves. The boat ride here had been busy, with the two of them servicing him nonstop, but it hadn’t stopped once they arrived. Even with the strenuous climb, he and his slaves had taken a few stops to get in a quick blowjob or rut—mainly because they had begged him so much for it.
Standing beside him now, Anon eyed his two slaves’ bodies. Arizona was as enticing as ever, as her fat ass glistened with sweat, her hefty udder beading a bit of milk from her nipples as the fertility mark over her womb shimmered with light. Velvet was in a similar state. Her admittedly slightly bigger asscheeks were slick with sweat, showing off her curves perfectly for him. Swaying below her, her smaller, yet still large, udder beaded milk as well, since the deer had been recently milked by her Master.
Raising his hands, Anon slammed them down, smacking one asscheek on a slave each, earning a surprised yelp from them both before they groaned upon him giving their flesh a squeeze. Drinking in the way his sluts’ rumps rippled, he felt his cock press against his pants.
“So, sluts, are we here?” he asked.
“Yes, Master ~ Zis is ze High Plains,” Velvet cooed, pressing her ass back into his hand, smugly smiling over at Arizona.
Seeing the challenge for her Master’s attention, Arizona mimicked Velvet’s movement. “Yeah, I reckon’ it won’t be too long till we find the champion ‘round here.”
Both slaves scowled at each other, seeing one another as reluctant allies since they served the same Master but also had to compete for him as well.
Squeezing their flanks again, Anon glanced up and surveyed the surrounding area. As much as he’d like his slaves to suck him off or ride him till he was dry, his existing exhaustion had him nearly passing out.
“Let’s find somewhere to properly rest for a bit, then I’ll fuck you bitches senseless, and then we can go out searching for the next member of our group~”
Velvet was nearly giddy at her Master’s remark, managing to compose herself and keep her elegant demeanor. “Vell, Master, ze champion her iz likely an alpaca.”
“And them ungulates got proportions on ‘em,” Arizona added. “Their udders are nearly as big as most cows’!”
Rolling her eyes, Velvet continued. “You truly believe zat iz your best feature, hmm?” She threw her attention away from Arizona, scoffing. “Not only zat, but zey also have quite ze ample flanks.”
“Oh yeah! Y’know how our fat asses jiggle as we walk, Master?” Arizona followed, casually making the lewd remark without batting an eye. “Well, them alpacas are packing something fierce in their tushies! Their cheeks can even clap from the slightest movements! Ah know you’re a fan of the doe and I’s thick-“
“You vill refer to me as Velvet.”
Arizona scowled at the deer, sighing. “Ah know you’re a fan of Velvet and I’s behinds since you keep on tellin’ us how much of an ‘ass guy’ you are, but them alpacas are gonna blow your mind!”
Glancing at her own rump, Velvet scrunched her muzzle. “Unfortunately, ze cow iz correct-“
“Nuh-uh! If ah gotta call you Velvet, you gotta call me Arizona!”
Velvet scowled, shrugging soon after. “Unfortunately, Arizona iz correct. Even with my superior, perfected, and beautifully crafted fat ass compared to hers, even I will likely be outclassed by ze alpaca champion.”
Hearing the two so casually speaking about themselves in such a sexual way was music to Anon’s ears. From a naive cowgirl and regal doe to a pair of cock-addicted, obedient sluts—their metamorphosis was a glorious change. With him being a predator, taming them was euphoric. Having them submit to their role as prey and becoming his sex slaves was even better.
Blinking wildly, Anon was stripped from his reminiscing as he looked down to see Arizona and Velvet butting heads. Hurling a sea of profanities and sexual insults at one another, it was clear these two were developing quite the rivalry—one he was going to take care of.
“Slaves?”
The two paused, looking up at him and replying in unison. “Yes, Master?”
He tapped his foot against the sandstone below, tsking. “You two need to get along, at least until I tame the next slut, okay?”
“But this darn doe-“
“Zis cow iz-“
Anon glowered at the two of them, staring daggers into their eyes. “That is an order. Obey your Master.”
The hearts in their eyes shimmered with color at his words as they both bowed their heads down and spoke. “Yes, Master….we obey…”
He raised a brow, thrown off by the robotic tone of their voices and synchronized movements. Though, as fast as the change had arrived, it also left. With both looking back up at him, the hearts resting in their eyes lost their intensified glow before each slave resumed their normal behavior.
“Fine, ah’ll take a step back with her,” Arizona grumbled, looking away from the doe and going to Anon’s left.
Velvet moved to his right, sighing. “If Master demands zis of moi, zen I shall obey…”
“Wonderful!” Anon chirped, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get a move on then!”
As he began to walk, Anon felt an odd sensation sweep over him. He knew he had heavily enhanced strength and durability alongside his pleasure-inducing touch in this world. Still, regaining his stamina this fast was a new one. It was a development that came to him after he had tamed Velvet, and a part of him was beginning to think his own strength as a predator correlated to the amount of prey he owned.
Admiring his slaves’ bouncing asses as they trotted ahead, Anon tried to take in the area whenever he could pry his eyes off the two. The High Plains were mainly barren, with a few towering rocks scattered about and the occasional dried-up plant. Patches of dry grass were sprinkled around, and the soil mixed in with the hard surface below allowed some life to be present. Overall though, the region was nowhere near as colorful or lively as the Prairie and especially Reine.
The trio continued their exploration for nearly an hour, with Anon’s shaft crying to be released as it was forced to be teased with two bouncing flanks the entire time. However, just when they began considering their losses and turning back, something peeked over the horizon.
“Y’all! That looks like a village or somethin’,” Arizona exclaimed, pointing ahead.
Wiping sweat off her brow, Velvet glanced up. “Arizona, vat are you - oh! Zer is a village!”
Without asking or informing Anon, the two darted ahead of him, hastily making their way to some possible civilization. A clap or two echoed from their rumps as they galloped forward, filling Anon with further lust as he ran to catch up to them.
Sprinting, Anon saw the village become clearer and more apparent as he grew closer. Various orange stone walls, broken apart in most areas, were laid out all over the place, and around them were an abundance of teepees. Running up beside his two companions, his curiosity quickly shifted to concern as a trio of alpacas slumped out of their homes and swiftly closed in on him and his group.
“We mean you no harm,” a grayish-blue one spoke, raising a foreleg in a peaceful gesture. “However, small horned one, fluffy antlered one, and…lanky one?” He paused, looking Anon up and down, trying to figure out what was before him, before he shook his head and continued. “This land—it is not kind to outsiders.”
“Yeah, kinda got that by how darn hard it was to get here, ah mean, what the heck was all that climbin’ about?!”
The alpaca raised a brow at Arizona before continuing. “We do not know where you came from, but you should return there.”
Arizona shook her head, stamping her hoof against the ground. “We can’t! We need to find a clue leadin’ to the Prophet’s Key!”
“Ve? Zat is your mission. I’m just here for Master’s cock,” Velvet muttered.
Throwing the doe a quick, scornful look, Arizona continued. “All of Foenum is in danger, and ah’m not givin’ up!”
The trio of alpacas mumbled amongst one another, casting their disbelief and lack of faith toward Arizona and company. Whatever was in this land, it seemed they feared it, possibly justly so. If three newcomers were advised to leave, then surely whatever lay ahead was a cause of some concern.
Arizona and the alpacas continued their back and forth, with Anon and Velvet sitting idly by, spectating the whole thing. No matter what the heifer said, the fluffy creatures simply didn’t have any belief in her or them, but alas, after staying true to her stubbornness, they eventually yielded.
Sighing, the leader of the trio of alpacas continued. “If you have truly taken leave of your sanity and insist on continuing your quest, you had better talk to our herd’s leader, Adobo.” He gestured to his side. “He’s over there, near the cliff’s edge.” He gave Arizona one last concerned look, frowning. “But you really should consider going back home. This is no place for a young one such as yourself.”
Huffing hot air from her nostrils, Arizona turned, stamping her hooves as she approached the cliff. “Ah’m not young, gosh darn it! I’m full grown and pregnant I’ll have ya know!”
Anon and Velvet scrambled behind her, coming up beside the peeved cow.
Raising a brow, Anon eyed the cow. “Was mentioning you being pregnant really necessary?”
“Quiet you,” Arizona snapped, pulling away from her obedient demeanor for a split second. “It helps push mah point further!”
"I don't really think that-"
“How old are you anyvays?” Velvet inquired, genuinely curious. “I don’t zink you’ve mentioned it.”
“Twenty,” Arizona flatly replied. “Ah don’t know what’s with creatures lookin’ down on us cows thinking we’re all young and naive! I ain’t naive!”
Anon rubbed the back of his head, chuckling awkwardly. “You were pretty easy to tame…”
A blush crept into Arizona’s cheeks as she saw Velvet contain a laugh, the doe snorting as she struggled to hold it in. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, Arizona continued walking ahead, eventually approaching the alpaca leader with her fellow slave and Master in tow.
“Howdy! You the one in charge here?” Arizona called out.
The long-haired alpaca turned, looking between the three visitors. “Hello, small-horned one..”
“If one of y’all call me small one more time, ah promise…”
“I am Herd Leader Adobo. Are you well? What brings your group here?” he continued, not even budging from her threat.
Velvet stepped forward, intent on hurrying things along. “Yes, yes, how very nice. Ve are looking for any information regarding ze Prophet’s Key. Vould you have anything in zat regard?”
He looked between the two, smiling. “Ah yes, you two are young, determined…”
“Ah’m twenty, gosh dang it!”
“I mean, I’d consider twenty young still,” Anon noted, chuckling at Arizona’s disdain for the word.
“With eyes filled with…hearts?” Adobo trailed off, staring intently at the two before stepping back and looking up at Anon. “I see. They’ve been tamed. I assume you did this to them?”
Anon raised his hands innocently. “I don’t mean any harm! They just, uh…ended up becoming my property. I’m not here to fight or tame—not any of you, at least.”
“I see. That alleviates some concern,” Adobo replied. “We here in the Alpake Clan may be an isolated herd, but we’ve heard of the toothed ones’ return. Predators threaten us as they do all ungulates.”
Velvet poofed out her floof, smirking. “I can tell you zat our Master iz no threat. He iz going to help eliminate ze predators and zave ze entirety of Foenum!”
“Hey, that’s mah thing! Ah’m supposed to stop the preds! What the heck is with everyone just tossing aside mah-“
“I know of the Prophet’s Key, but there are issues ahead if you are to pursue it.” Adobo continued, turning away from the group and scanning the land around him. He watched as groups of alpacas sorted their food, rationing it carefully as they shared a limited water volume. “Mother Nature is not kind here. There are few resources. Traversing this land is only more dangerous the deeper you go. We have only been able to help ourselves and do not concern ourselves with the Prophet’s Key’s history.”
Arizona's frustrated look morphed into a frown as she meekly lowered her head. “Oh…ah guess that makes sense…thanks anyways.”
“Even if it is written all over the walls of the Ancient Ruins.”
Arizona perked up, eyes going wide. “Where?!”
“Vat?” Velvet shot back, wholly confused by the alpaca’s methods of communicating.
“Yes, the ruins of our ancestors,” Adobo explained. “To reach them, you must first find the secret entrance into the Eternal Caves of Neverending Length.”
“Cute…name…” Anon eyed the menacing cave entrance right beside them, gulping. “Is it not that one right there?”
“Erm…no!” Adobo hastily answered. “Anyways! Then you must cross the Foggy Mountaintops, a maze of treacherous old bridges where the path ahead lies obscured in the mist.”
“Ugh! Humidity is just awful for my floof! I just had it treated recently!” Velvet groaned.
“And that’s not to mention the monster…”
The three perked up at Adobo’s last remark, ushering Anon to press him. “Pardon me?” He eyed the cave again, his nerves beginning to well up. “Monster? What do you mean a monster?””
“It will stalk you.”
“You ain’t really explainin’ what this monster is -“
“It will track your scent, like the predators once did.”
“I smell quite divine if I must zay~ I can’t blame ze predators for it!”
“And when it finally corners you, it will suffocate you with its crushing embrace!”
Anon raised his hands, not letting either of his slaves continue their side comments as he spoke. “Hold on…embrace? Like a hug?” He exchanged a look with his companions. “What does it look like?”
“I will speak of this monster no more!” Adobo boomed, stamping a hoof against the ground. “Nor will you pry the location of the secret entrance to the Eternal Caves of Neverending Length from me!”
Aaah!
A terrified scream echoed through the Highlands, earning the attention of every last creature around. All their gazes focused on the center of the village, where an old, collapsed cellar lay.
“The hay was that?!” Arizona asked.
Adobo let out a deep sigh. “Another one was taken…” He looked up towards the trio, a frown spread across his face. “There have been terrible sounds coming from that cellar’s depths. Every few weeks, something comes out with blinding speed and takes one or two members of our herd into the depths of wherever that hole leads.
Anon eyed the cellar, taking note of the mortified faces on all the alpacas present—including Adobo. Whatever was in there was a threat, but eliminating a threat would surely lead to lovely benefits.
“Say, Adobo. If we were to take care of whatever the heck is down there, would you be willing to share more information with us?”
Adobo looked over at him as if he had three heads. “Are you serious? Rarely does one offer help—let alone of this magnitude.” He turned his attention back to the cellar, nodding. “But yes. If you were to eliminate whatever threat is down there, we would pay your act back in volumes—including further information.”
Velvet and Arizona gave him silent nods of approval, giving him all the assurance he needed to know they were all for facing off whatever lay in the depths. So far, they hadn’t gained any helpful information regarding the Prophet’s Key or encountered any form of champion in these parts. They’d have to take up a few more challenges to make this trip worthwhile.
“Sounds good to me,” Anon replied, extending a hand and shaking Adobo’s hoof. “If it isn’t any trouble. My slaves and I are quite tired from our journey. Can you lend us a teepee for the night, and then we can take on whatever is down there tomorrow?”
Adobo gave him an uncomfortable look over him referring to Velvet and Arizona as slaves, but obliged regardless. “Yes, I am sure we can make arrangements for that.”
“Haa ~ Zat’s a good - nngh - cow…drink my milk~”
A routine, wet clapping sound filled the teepee as a chorus of grunts and moans joined it. Bent over the tent’s bed, with her Master draped over her, Arizona hungrily sucked on Velvet’s udder as Anon fucked her from behind. A mix of muffled moos and groans escaped the heifer as her lips were preoccupied with suckling on Velvet’s teats—earning the creamy, sweet delight of the doe’s milk as a reward.
Her fat ass jiggled with each meeting of her and Anon’s bodies, asscheeks carrying a red tint as Anon smacked them between his plunges. Her udder slapped against his thighs, milk dripping out of it and mixing with the damp part of the sheets from her lustful juices.
“Unf ~ Don’t act so smug, slave,” Anon remarked, eyeing Velvet. “Just a few minutes ago, you were bleating nonstop and spasming with pleasure while I pumped you full of cum.” A wicked grin split his face as he poked her buttons just right. “I’d even say she’s doing better than you were when I gave you that fresh, new creampie~”
Arizona pulled her mouth off Velvet’s udder, beaming at Anon. “Is that true, Master? Am I doing - mooooooo~”
A dumb, mindless moo escaped Arizona as Anon gripped her horns, pulled her head back, and began plowing into her with reckless abandon. Her tongue hung loosely from her mouth, her asscheeks rippling nonstop from the force of his thrusts, and her eyes rolled back.
“Mooo! M-mooo! Mooster! Y-yeeeeesh! Mooooo!”
More empty-headed moo’s escaped Arizona as her Master pummeled her pussy. The overwhelming pleasure was far too much for her to comprehend, temporarily breaking her mind into that of a carnal beast’s. Her expression spoke volumes as her tongue bounced helplessly with each drive forward her body made. The sight was too arousing for Velvet to resist as she guided her hoof down and began furiously rubbing her cum-filled snatch with delight.
Anon continued to manhandle Arizona, using her horns as makeshift handlebars. He’d done this to her a handful of times and to Velvet as well, and every time it was guaranteed to break them as he fucked them literally senseless. The sounds that spawned from their conquered minds devolving into their most primal state, mindless moos and blissful bleats, were genuinely one of the most amazing things he’d ever heard.
Railing into Arizona without missing a beat, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice, he began to near a breaking point. Simply having his way with his slaves was an experience he’d never get tired of, and their audible euphoria from being fucked by their Master added to the wonder of it.
“Velvet,” he grunted, gaining the doe’s attention. “Kiss her.”
Surprisingly, the deer didn’t hesitate for a moment. Diving forward, she embraced Arizona’s lips, pulling the cow into a passionate kiss. A torrent of moans escaped them as they made out, with Arizona understandably releasing more. Velvet’s tongue slipped into her partner’s mouth, passionately battling with the cow’s longer and thicker one.
Though their duel would be short-lived, as, pulling nearly all the way out, Anon drove back into his slave with everything he had. A loud, wet clap rang out as his body slammed into her own with intense force before he gave her what she so deeply yearned for. Pulling away from her kiss with Velvet, Arizona threw her head back and let out a deep, guttural moo—finally receiving her gift.
Rope after rope of Anon’s thick, virile seed painted her insides. The sensation of each gush of cum filling her gave the cow a miniature orgasm within the cataclysmic one she was already riding out. Her womb was quickly flooded, gushing out of her already fertilized depths and coating her pleasurable walls in molten spunk.
Her entire body shuddered, her cunt gripping him greedily as it milked him for every last drop of seed he could afford. To their side, Velvet seemed to be riding out her own orgasm, having used her magic to get herself off with blinding speed. The two’s lust gushed from their pussies, filling the air with even more of their lovely aroma.
Minutes felt like hours until, finally, they all came down from their highs. Panting, sweating, and pleased beyond comprehension, they all basked in their afterglow for a small eternity. Releasing Arizona’s horns and giving her asscheeks a firm smack, Anon gripped her hips and slowly began to pull out of her. Her walls hopelessly tried to keep him within them, but before long, his cock slipped out of her depths. A fountain of white, flowing bliss drooled from her winking depths as she let her rump fall to the floor—too tired to hold it up anymore.
Leaning back on the headboard of the bed, Anon spread his legs. “Clean me off, bitches.”
Velvet and Arizona slowly looked up at him before trailing their eyes onto his towering, still rock-hard cock. Licking their lips hungrily, their lust for their owner insatiable, they both crawled over toward him.
“Thank you for usin’ me, Master~” Arizona cooed, guiding her muzzle down to his nuts. “Ah can’t believe I didn’t want this at first!”
Giving forward, she engulfed one of his nuts into her maw. Slurping all over his cumtanks, utilizing her thick tongue to cover every last inch she could, she lavished the unified flavor he, Velvet, and herself afforded. The concoction of lustful juices was as delicious as it was arousing, pushing her to further suckle on his balls.
“It’s simple!” Velvet cooed, sliding her tongue up his shaft and shuddering with delight. “Ve vere once such stupid bitches, but Master forcefully showed us ze light!~”
She reached his tip, staring into his eyes as she swirled her tongue around it. The hearts in her eyes glowed beautifully in the dim lighting, showing the endless pools of obedience they held within them. Without warning, she dove down, sliding his entire length down her throat in one move. Hilting him within her maw, she held her breath before beginning to eagerly deepthroat her Master.
The sight of the two slaves was beyond sexy, but Anon always liked to ensure they put their asses to use.
“You two know what to do,” he chuckled, licking his lips. “Clap those fat asses.”
Registering his words, both slaves obeyed. Spreading their hind legs apart, they each began to thrust their hips up and down. A resounding clap rang out as both their asscheeks smacked together upon their first twerk, their plump flesh jiggling for Anon to see even in front of them. They didn’t slow, a chorus of claps filling the teepee as they each became more passionate in their servitude.
The two made for a great team, leaving Anon’s cock spotless within a few minutes. Satisfied with their work and heeding his command to only clean and not worship, they pulled their lips away from his nethers, still continuing to shake their rumps for him.
“Thank you for the reward, Master,” Arizona cooed, wheeling around to bring her ass facing him and letting him see the cum drooling out of her. “Nothin’ is better than being your breeding bitch~” Her efforts picked up pace and force as she eyed Velvet beginning to turn as well. “Ah’m your personal cumdump forever!”
Velvet chuckled, having fully turned and picked up her own shaking. “Vell ~ I am your personal cumdump, fucktoy, cocksleeve, and vatever else you vish for!” She spread her asscheeks with her magic, showing off her cum-dripping pussy clearly. “And of course, zank you for ze reward!~”
Anon gave them an affectionate slap on the rump, falling back onto the bed and signaling them to lay with him. The sound of their clapping ceased as they both turned and nuzzled up beside him. Wrapping his arms around each, pulling them close, Anon let out a content sigh as their warm, fluffy bodies caressed his skin.
“You think whatever is down them mines is something fierce?” Arizona whispered, resting her head on his shoulder and slowly closing her eyes.
Anon stroked her hair, giving her a light peck on the cheek that earned a giggle. “Nothing we can’t handle~”
“My magnificence vill demolish vatever dares threaten you!” Velvet exclaimed before pressing her muzzle into the crux of his neck. “But…after some sleep…”
Anon lay quietly in the bed, hearing the two slowly drift off. Their breathing was soft, calm, and steady. Staring up at the ceiling of the teepee, he too felt his eyes begin to grow heavy. Whatever awaits him tomorrow, he’d better be well-rested for it. Indeed it was a unique, massive threat, unlike the same old common…
“Predators?! That was all there was down there! Oh, come on!” Anon groaned, dusting his shirt off as he and his two companions returned from the cellar’s depths. “Wolves, snakes, and the like—all things I’ve seen and fought before! I was genuinely excited about something entirely new!”
Wearing an equally annoyed look, Arizona grumbled. “Ah was mighty excited for a real wallop to go down, but with the three of us, that was over in minutes…”
“Ze good part, I suppose, iz that now Adobo will share more information with us at least,” Velvet added, batting away some dirt that got on her floof. “Hopefully, something of significance vill come from zat.”
Sighing to himself, Anon nodded in agreement. He had spent the entire night worried and excited about their destined fight against the creatures within the cellar. Still, low and behold, it was painfully disappointing. The pacing, flow, and more of the unfolding events had him thinking some endgame boss-level threat was moving about, but nothing beyond typical predators had greeted him and his slaves when they went down there. He even had refrained from plowing his bitches in the early morning hours to keep all his energy, but now all he had to show for the day was a disappointed mug and a desire to unload into, or onto, his slaves.
Coming up toward Adobo, seeing that the alpaca was still on the cliff edge they had initially found him on, Anon greeted the ungulate. “Hey, Adobo! We cleared out that cellar. It was just a small cave and a few predators. You don’t gotta worry about them troubling you anymore.”
“I thank you, lanky one,” Adobo replied, respectfully bowing. “You truly must be a powerful warrior if you fended off those beasts. However, I still believe you and your companions are too weak for what’s ahead.”
Arizona trotted forward, glaring at the alpaca. “Oh no, you don’t! We helped ya, so you best tell us where that darn cave entrance is!”
Taking a moment, thinking over something in his head, Adobo sighed in defeat. “Fine, you three did help our village massively, so if sending you to your doom is what you wish of me, then so be it. The entrance to the Eternal Caves of Neverending Length is…”
Anon, Arizona, and Velvet all leaned forward, eagerly anticipating Adobo’s information. Watching as the alpaca lifted a foreleg, preparing to point in the direction they were going to travel to, they leaned even closer. Childish as it may be, learning of a secret cave was terribly exciting, even to someone as composed as Velvet.
“There.”
The group followed where Adobo pointed, trailing their eyes along the path until they paused at the cave entrance right beside them. They had assumed that the cavern was unrelated to anything, being how Adobo spoke, but it was clear he was pointing straight at the entrance.
“It…was right there…this entire time?!” Anon blurted out, grabbing his hair. “Come on! Everything so far has been so anticlimactic!”
Velvet nudged his hip, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, vith how…odd zese alpacas are, ve really shouldn’t be surprised.”
“Something tells me nothin’ bout these folks and parts is even close to bein’ normal,” Arizona added, eyeing the cave entrance with a much more lackluster look.
Groaning, Anon turned, already making his way toward the cave’s entrance. “Whatever, at least this cave sounds like it’ll be something interesting.” He waved to Adobo, giving the alpaca a silent, partially untrue thank you before slipping into the cavern’s depths.
Velvet and Arizona tailed him, creeping into the dimly lit cave. A handful of crystals around them illuminated the walls of it, with a pool of water taking up most of the space. Exchanging a look amongst themselves, they saw an area of dry stone across the small body of water leading to another exit with fog flowing out of it.
Anon’s eye twitched. “No, no, no, no!” He stepped into the water, finding it only reaching just under his knees. “There’s no way this cave is this small!” He sluggishly moved through the shallow water as Velvet and Arizona looked him over with concern as they followed. “This is called a neverending cave, so surely there’s so much more to -“
Stepping out of the water and out the other exit of the cave, Anon had hoped to see more challenges for him to face, but all that greeted him was the same dead grass the village had, an overwhelming amount of mist, and a simple sign that read “Foggy Mountaintops”.
“I give up,” he breathed, placing his face into his hands. He could feel Velvet and Arizona trying to calm him as they rubbed his back, but their efforts bore little fruit. “Nothing these alpacas have told us is right! Maybe there isn’t even a clue to the Prophet’s Key here, or, even worse, nobody that can act as a champion!”
Hehehehe
Anon jumped, finding his two slaves doing the same as a giggle echoed from the mist. It was impossible to decipher where it came from, as they couldn’t even see more than a few feet in front of them, but they were positive that something had made its presence known.
“Zat…might be ze monster Adobo spoke of,” Velvet noted, channeling magic defensively into her antlers.
Anon didn’t wait, he couldn’t wait, as he suddenly surged forward and began moving through the fog. “Good! Now we have something big happening! Come on, girls!”
Scrambling to catch up, the two slaves followed suit, nervously looking around. With how foggy it was, it was impossible to see anything outside their immediate area, which meant they were open to being attacked at any time. Their priority was to protect themselves and their Master, and even though he seemed gung-ho about charging in, they would ensure they were as safe as possible.
“Hey, check this thing out!”
Arizona raised a brow, letting her guard down and eyeing what her Master had pointed out. Before him was a towering, dead tree with rather noticeable markings on its bark.
“Are those…bite marks?”
Anon inspected the tree, noticing the markings as well. “Huh, seems so! Welp, can’t linger on things for too long! Onward we go!”
Velvet scrunched her muzzle, eyeing the bitten tree, before turning to follow Anon. “Zis is giving even me a bad feeling…”
A few more minutes went by as they traversed the blinding fog, crossing small bridges between each stone island—each varying in size and length.
Heheheheheheee!
Crossing one of the bridges, the trio froze in place, hearing that same giggle from before and the sound of someone crossing a creaky bridge.
“Okay, now ah’m just gettin’ spooked,” Arizona whined, eyeing another bridge from across the gap between islands, swearing she had seen someone for a moment. “It’s doin’ that stalking thing Adobo mentioned!”
Anon shrugged, nonchalantly continuing his strut through the mist. “Whatever it is, I’ll handle it once we come face to face! Stop being a scaredy-cow!”
He earned a glare from his slave at the remark, watching as she begrudgingly complied and continued to follow. As they continued to weave through the mist, a handful of more laughter met them, seemingly growing louder and more menacing the further they went.
Now deeper into the fog, Anon perked up, spotting a teepee’s silhouette a few feet away. “Check it out; it’s one of those alpacas’ houses!”
“It seems so,” Velvet muttered, seeing the clear view of the teepee as they came within mere feet of the home. “It looks like someone’s been here…for who knows how long…”
Hahaha! Hehe!
Once again, the group spun around, seeing an unmistakable silhouette of something before it quickly vanished. The ominous figure looked like it towered over Velvet and Arizona, nearly as tall as Anon.
“Alright…” Anon murmured, carefully eyeing the fog. “That was kinda creepy.”
“Kinda?!” Velvet and Arizona blurted out in unison, worriedly looking back and forth through the fog.
Anon turned on his heels, scruffing his two slaves’ heads before continuing. “Nothing to worry about, though! I’m sure we’ll find the exit of this place soon enough!”
“Is it just me, or is he a bit…dumber today?” Arizona whispered, watching her Master carry on ahead.
Velvet quietly snickered, murmuring back. “Maybe he’s just a bit overconfident? Zat is a good trait, no?”
“‘Course you of all creatures would say that..”
Moving through what felt like an endless sea of fog, the trio began to doubt their luck. Everywhere they turned, and every bridge they crossed led to simply more stone islands and further mist. The silhouette from before continued to stalk them through the fog as its giggles and laughter filled the air eerily. Still, they carried onward, hoping to find some end to this haze. Fortunately, their prayers seemed to be answered, as, coming up to a clearing, they all perked up as they saw no fog within it.
“No more fog!” Arizona galloped ahead and cheerfully danced in place. “Hoo boy, was I getting tired of it!”
Velvet stuck her tongue out in disgust, seeing how her floof got slightly frizzy from the unique atmosphere. “Gah! My floof is a mess!” She glanced behind her, pouting. “Vatever was that thing, I’ll make it pay for slowing us down with its games!”
“Either way, it didn’t follow us,” Anon sighed, a bit disappointed. “Oh well, I was looking forward to something exciting. At this point, I just want some big event, y’know?”
Arizona nodded in understanding, surveying the clearing and catching sight of a tall, glowing stone. A jagged pattern was carved into it, with a blue hue filling the gash and cerulean magic flowing throughout it.
“Let’s see what we got here…w-wha?!”
As she approached the stone, the earth below began to shake. It felt like an earthquake, causing small pebbles to bounce around as she stumbled backward helplessly. Before she knew it, the glowing stone she was just eyeing exploded into a cloud of smoke, causing her and the rest of the group to begin coughing as it filled the air.
Weee! Hehehe!
Leaping out of the cloud of dust and landing on the ground with surprising grace was a tall, yellow alpaca. Her eyes were round with wonder, a gleeful aura held within them, and she wore a broad smile.
Anon was startled for a moment, but his mind, always shrouded in a layer of lust, had other plans. Watching closely when she leaped out of the smoke, he saw her massive ass jiggle when she landed. Her fluffy coat didn’t detract from her thick rump, and her plump asscheeks bounced as she excitedly hopped in place. Giggling adorably, clapping her ass without even intending to as she jumped, the alpaca put on a show for him. He knew she had Arizona and Velvet beaten by a wide margin, even from a side view.
Leaning down a portion, his view assisted by her bouncing, Anon caught sight of a sizable udder below her. Not as big as Arizona’s but eclipsing Velvet’s, the alpaca’s rack was nicely in between the two. It swayed below her as she moved, teasing his eyes like a pendulum as it did.
The alpaca let out a collection of odd sounds, ranging from chirps to coos and even a raspberry, as she stepped towards them, beaming a wider smile. The group recoiled a bit, bar Anon, who was too busy drooling at the thick rump before him.
“Are you lost or somethin’?” Arizona asked, wholly confused by their sudden company.
“How dare you!”
Arizona and Anon whirled their attention to the side, seeing Velvet’s glare as her face had gone red with anger.
“Out floofing me?! My floof is the most divine, most gracious, most vonderful…”
Anon listened to the doe continuing her rant, fighting back a laugh as he pieced together what she was getting all mad about. Though he didn’t get it, he knew Velvet valued her floof above almost everything, so upon seeing the alpaca had a fluffier coat than hers, it must have struck a particular nerve.
“You disgusting…”
“Erm…excuse her, miss,” Arizona continued, awkwardly smiling at the alpaca. “What’s your name?”
The alpaca twirled in place, waving a foreleg before her with pride. Another array of odd sounds escaped her lips.
“Paprika? Like the spice?” Arizona asked, tilting her head.
“Stupid! Vile! Awful! Uncouth! Despicable…”
Having briefly tuned in to Velvet’s temper tantrum, Anon raised a brow at Arizona. “Wait…you understood her?”
“Kinda?” the cow replied, tapping her chin with a hoof. “She’s weird…really weird…but for some reason ah can understand her—decently at least.”
Paprika let out another array of chirps, mixing in a couple giggles, and eyed Anon with a smirk.
Anon looked toward his slave. “What’d she say?”
Arizona grimaced. “Well, Master, she said you’re cute and that she’s going to keep you.”
“Pardon?” Anon asked, pouting over at Paprika. “I’m the one who keeps you sexy sluts,” he gestured towards Arizona and Velvet, “not the one who getskept.”
Arizona gave him a deadpan look. “Way to, uh, word it, Master.”
He shrugged. “What? Ungulates doesn’t really roll off the tongue well, but sexy bitches does!”
“Somethin’ is telling me all this fucking and taming has been goin’ to your head,” she countered.
Paprika stamped her hooves against the floor, bouncing in place and chirping.
“Alright, that’s getting old fast,” Anon sighed. “What’d she say this time?”
Paprika looked to take a readied stance, struggling to fight back more laughter as she did. Her flanks jiggled from her quick motion, grabbing Anon’s attention.
“Guess she’ll have to convince ya…physically,” Arizona answered, scrunching her muzzle. “She seems to be wantin’ a ‘hug-off’”
“The hell is a -”
“It’s a fight, Master. She is implying she wants a fight…ah think.”
Paprika nodded, excitedly twirling in place.
“A fight, eh?” Anon eyed her fat ass and udder, finding his lust driving his decisions. “Yeah, you’ll make a good slave once I tame you.”
Paprika’s smile morphed into concern for a split second before she let out another barrage of odd sounds.
“Seems she isn’t fond of that, Master,” Arizona noted. “She just wants to hug you - uh - forever, not become a sex slave.”
Anon shrugged, pointing at Paprika. “Too late now! You came waltzing over here with a huge ass like that and a banging udder. You’re asking to become my slut.”
Paprika frowned again, readying herself further. Carefully positioning herself better, she narrowed her gaze at Anon. She looked stoic, but for only a brief second before her smile returned, and she blew a raspberry at him.
“Tame zat bitch!” Velvet cried out, stamping her hoof against the ground. “Ruin her! Make her a whore! A dumb cocksleeve! Show her! Punish her for zinking she may have floof even close to mine!”
“What is with you and this whole ‘floof’ thing?!”
“Just shut up and breed her like the slut she iz, Master!”
At the doe's words, a blush momentarily showed itself on Paprika’s muzzle. Still, the alpaca quickly returned to making her near-unnatural, mixed sounds.
“She said she ain’t being tamed, ain’t getting fucked by you, and definitely ain’t letting you go—cause you’re too ‘huggable’, apparently.” Arizona translated, ear twitching as she heard another sea of noises escape Paprika. “Aaaand that she’ll keep you asan adorable cuddle buddy forever. Sex ‘n stuff is overrated, according to her.”
Anon rolled his shoulders, throwing Paprika a fierce look. “We’ll see about that!” He winked at his two companions. “You two back up; enjoy the show as I give you both another slave to share your bliss with~”
Heeding his command, Velvet and Arizona both backed up. Their pussies winked wantonly at the prospect of seeing a new slave enter the fold, and the feeling of their lust dripping down their thighs sold the point further. Gnawing their lips, both worried for their Master in his fight and trying to contain their excitement, they awaited Anon and Paprika’s duel.
Anon looked the alpaca up and down, doing his best not to stare at her more salacious assets for too long. She was bigger than Arizona and Velvet, but that didn’t mean she was more robust. Velvet had magic, something he was sure Paprika didn’t hold, and Arizona, even though her ass was fat, was a powerhouse of muscle in most other areas. Paprika didn’t look to contain strength or arcane abilities close to either of those two, so whatever she was packing, surely it wasn’t nearly as dangerous as Arizona or Velvet.
“Alright…let’s do - huh?!”
As he prepared himself, Anon watched as Paprika suddenly dashed backward, nearly instantly disappearing in the mist. Perplexed, he lowered his guard, squinting into the fog in an attempt to make out any semblance of the alpaca.
Hehehe!
Eyes going wide at the sound of the giggle, Anon looked toward the sky. Hurtling down at him, spreading out her body, was Paprika. With a wide grin that held the faintest hint of smugness, she quickly closed the distance between her and Anon. He didn’t have time to react appropriately, soon finding his vision clouded by yellow. Paprika’s lengthy body was inches from his face before the soft feeling of her floof soon followed as she crashed into him.
With a firm thud, Anon slammed into the ground below. He let out a muffled cry of pain while smothered by her, flailing his arms uselessly in a fruitless struggle to escape. She was twice as big as his two slaves and definitely had size to her, which led to her body slam having plenty of force behind it. His back ached, his neck stung, and his tailbone hurt from her attack, but a gasp that soon escaped her snapped his focus away from his pain.
He felt her tense up, and he would’ve smacked himself in the face for forgetting about his ability if he had been able to. His body had made contact with her, which meant his magic touch was taking effect. Waves of desire and pleasure were funneling into Paprika with each passing second, giving him a chance to counterattack her sudden blow.
Deciding to latch on to the opportunity of having her on top of him and sate some of his more lecherous desires, he hastily brought a hand to her ass. With a resounding clap, he smacked her asscheek with force, earning a throaty moan from the alpaca as he did. Her ass rippled from the strike, showing off how wondrously thick it was, but he couldn’t savor it for long.
Gathering her senses, Paprika swiftly rolled off him, awkwardly situating herself as her pussy began to wink with need. A faint blush was spread across her muzzle as she puffed her cheeks out. “Hmmph! Pppbbbl! Vrmmm!”
The chatter she emitted again bewildered Anon as he slowly rose. His quick smack had an effect. Glancing back at his slaves, he raised a brow. “What’s she saying now?”
Arizona titled her head. “Uh…somethin’ ‘bout how she’s gonna snuggle you so hard for doing that.”
“And zatthere vill be no lewd stuff ‘never ever’,” Velvet followed.
“You got all that from three sounds?” he asked, rolling his eyes.
“Bloop! Raaa! Hehe!”
Having forgotten for a brief moment that he was in a fight with Paprika due to her absurd behavior, Anon whirled around to see the alpaca sprinting at him. Scrambling backward, he tried to shield himself, bracing for an impact as she closed in on him. Clenching his eyes, he bit his lip, expecting to be thrust into…
“A hug?”
His eyes shot open as he heard Arizona speak, looking down in shock to see that Paprika hadn’t tackled, hit, or even threatened him. Instead, she now had him in a loving hug.
“Vell…zat is a touch underwhelming,” Velvet grumbled.
Anon wiggled in Paprika’s hug, struggling to budge an inch. He both heard and felt Paprika’s breathing intensify as he funneled his magic into her, pumping her full of massive volumes of lust. Even then, besides her heavier breathing, she merely blushed deeper.
“H-hang on, what kind of fight is - urk!”
His words were cut off as Paprika hugged him tighter, squeezing him so hard he felt like she was about to crush his bones. She was insanely strong, far more powerful than he could’ve imagined, and he was fully experiencing it as she choked him in her hug. His face went red, his eyes bulged partially, and a flurry of choked words tried to escape him as she held him closer.
He fought a rough and rowdy fighter in Arizona, an arcane, elegant opponent in Velvet, but, as his vision grew dotted, a hug from the eccentric creature that was Paprika was the most fearsome attack of all. Fearing he was genuinely going to lose from her move, unknowing of what would come next, his adrenaline surged to new heights.
As panic consumed his body, something within him responded. He hadn’t a clue how his magic worked, only knowing that it evolved as time passed, but it was clear it had a mind of its own. Surging through him, filling his every last nerve with an electrifying sensation, he felt the very essence of his unknown powers rush through every fiber of his being.
His magic evolved once more to assist him, be it luck, adaptation, or a mixture of multiple elements. Struggling to see, he saw a visible aura flowing through his hands. With his consciousness beginning to fade, Paprika squeezing even harder than before, he made a move of desperation. Praying to the stars that his power would prevail, he touched the alpaca and pressed against her neck.
Even with a bright, green magic pulse it gave, he could barely see his aura funnel straight into Paprika. Not even a second later, he felt her grip loosen before a guttural, lustful moan escaped her lips and resounded off the rocks scattered about the area. It echoed through the ruins as she let go of him entirely.
Air rushed into Anon’s lungs as he was freed, falling to the ground. Managing to land on his feet, he staggered backward as he wheezed air into his lungs, his vision gradually clearing as his bearings returned. He had been on the cusp of unconsciousness, lungs still burning as he repeatedly filled them with rich oxygen. His hearing was partially muffled as he wobbled left and right, hands burning from the outburst of magic.
“Master! Get her!”
Velvet’s voice reminded him of his task—to acquire another slave. Letting her words push through the miasma he was wading in from Paprika’s bewildering, unorthodox attack, he found himself recovering quickly. The cries of his slaves, both of concern and encouragement, became clearer and clearer as he slouched forward and took a final, massive breath.
Looking up, his eyes were met with one of the best sights he could’ve had them come clear to. Writhing in place, letting out a sea of moans, was Paprika. She was partially bent over, cooing and groaning in place as her pussy gushed with her lust. Her ass jiggled with each motion she made, clapping as she gave him an unintentional twerk show.
Whatever he had done to her filled her with an absurd amount of his magic, immediately turning the tables and earning a very clear reaction. Throwing her ass back into the empty air, temporarily stunned by the lust-based arcane effects running through her, Paprika was entirely vulnerable.
And he seized his opportunity.
With his composure returned Anon darted forward. Coming up behind Paprika, he hastily grabbed onto her generous asscheeks. He earned another moan from her as he squeezed her plump flanks, watching as his fingers sank into her flesh. Lust guided him, reminding him of what he was battling her for, as he spread her cheeks apart and revealed everything she had to offer to him.
Her sweaty, glistening ponut was presented to him in all its glory, with her winking, slavering pussy resting just below it. The delicious scent that met him filled him with warmth, as her butterscotch aroma was genuinely addicting. She was still fending off the immense surge of lust that had struck her, gasping and moaning as he savored her scent, her cunt gushing more of her desire. Her plump cheeks were like pillows in Anon’s grasp as he held them to help ensure she’d stay in place while she euphorically squirmed.
He found himself drifting closer to her asshole, his lust for her reaching new bounds with each passing second. All creatures in this world smelled terrific, but even better, they all tasted just as good. Licking his lips, Anon drove his face towards Paprika’s perfectly presented backdoor. He latched his lips over her sizable ponut, flinging his tongue out immediately.
He dragged it around the rim of her pucker, finding himself awash in a lovely flavor that made him downright giddy. Hints of salt from Paprika’s sweat mixed with her sweet butterscotch taste, sending Anon’s tastebuds alight. She had let out another throaty moan from the sudden rimjob, still dueling with the intense burst of lust he had channeled into her. He thanked his stars for the sudden magical epiphany that let him turn the tides of this duel and even more so for allowing him to eat out such a delectable ponut.
Paprika was squirming intensely, unprepared for the sensations dancing across her body. Her pussy winked wantonly, her asshole quivered each time Anon’s tongue danced over it, and her mind was already beginning to be awash in unwanted desires. She wasn’t the most sane creature, but even she had no desire in becoming a tamed sex slave. She wished to keep Anon as a snuggle pet, but as she subconsciously pressed her ass into his face, she quickly realized her plans just might take a turn.
Each time his tongue dove into her depths, the assembling layers of lust within her exploded in pleasure. His magic was constantly being pumped into her, on top of the immense blast he had hit her with during her death hug—leaving her truthfully awash in the seas of pleasure.
Anon was slavering all over the sweaty ponut before him. He couldn’t be more grateful for how perfect the prey creatures in this world were for sex. Fat asses, big udders, with the occasional crotchtits, thick thighs, delicious tastes, and amorous aromas—a blend of traits that his slaves and newest target had in volumes. He sunk his hands further into Paprika’s cheeks, appreciating their tremendous size. Her ass was a work of art; her holes weren’t far from it, either.
“Meep! Brrrr! Nnngh~”
Anon spanked Paprika as she let out a flurry of noises. Glancing to his side, having expected a quick translation from them, he found Arizona and Velvet preoccupied. Greedily sucking on each other’s udders, gulping down one another’s delicious milk, both slaves furiously rubbed their pussies, unbearably aroused by the sudden leverage swap and prompt ass-eating Anon had engaged himself in.
“Ahem,” he coughed, gathering both his servants’ attention.
Reluctantly pulling her lips away from Arizona’s udder, still masturbating furiously, Velvet frowned. “S-sorry, Master! It’s just seeing you eating out your next bitch vas too much for me to handle!”
“She said - haa - to knock it off, hehe!” Arizona groaned, continuing to rub herself. “Also said that this ain’t right.”
“Ha! Zat bitch doesn’t know how much better - nngh - being your sex slave iz than those ‘forced cuddles’ she had hoped for!”
Anon gave Paprika’s ass another hard smack, chuckling as he watched her entire body shudder. “Delicious ass you’ve got, but now I’ve gotta sample what I had with my prior bitches~” Grabbing her hips, with her still unable to react or resist, he rolled her onto her back. “That udder of yours~”
Swaying from the swift motion, Paprika’s udder danced near her groin. Her nipples were hard and ready, and the decent size of it certainly meant she was holding some delicious nectar for him to sample. Eyeing the perfectly presented bosom before him, Paprika still trying to regain her composure, he dove right in.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth, hearing her squeak with pleasure and surprise. Using a hand to massage her udder, he began to suck on her rack with vigor. A flurry of deeper moans escaped her, her pleasure intensifying beyond the magic coursing through her as she gave him what he was hoping for.
The first gushes of milk surged into his mouth, covering his sense of taste with her unique flavor. As he’d expect, not as divine as Arizona’s, but just as incredibly good as Velvet’s. Paprika’s milk had a unique flavor, with an unexpected spicy kick to it, yet that made it all the more delicious. Groping her udder harder, he gulped down more and more of her milk, changing to her other nipples as he went.
On the other end of things, Paprika was lost in a mist of unending debauchery. She had initially thought little of his threat to tame her, believing in her own whimsical beliefs and abilities to guide her through their confrontation with ease. He was unique, cute, and undoubtedly cuddle-able, but her thoughts were quickly beginning to shift.
Being tamed is your destiny~
She shook her head, letting out a deep, throaty moan as Anon sucked out another surge of her milk. Though she couldn’t speak clearly, she still did have coherent thoughts until these new, invasive ones began to enter the fold. She shuddered intensely as the unfathomable pleasure running through her never relented, finding herself unable to fight against Anon.
Use that fat ass for Master’s pleasure.
Gasping again, Paprika found her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her natural instincts told her to yield, but she still had the will to resist them. They wished for her to fulfill her biological purpose to be tamed, but she remained somewhat composed when it came to that.
“Ah ~ Now, how about we get you nice and obedient?”
Her eyes shot open, feeling herself being put on her side as one of her legs was lifted up. Glancing down, she saw Anon no longer milking her but smugly smiling down at her. Gulping, she saw he had propped her left hind leg on his shoulder and pinned her right below him, leaving her spread open while lying helplessly on her side.
The burst of magic he had hit her with was finally beginning to subside, but that meant little as his touch remained. Smaller pulses of magic still funneled into her, each coaxing a wink from her cunt. The pleasure he had unleashed on her was already more extraordinary than any she had ever faced. Her ponut winked with need, wishing to continue being eaten out, as her nipples beaded with milk, yearning to be siphoned of their nectar.
“E-eep! Brrr! Ymmmph!”
Her chirps ushered Arizona to respond as she hastily translated for Anon while still getting herself off. “She said she - ahn - ain’t gonna become a slave. She’ll get her cuddles - nngh - with her free will.”
“Oh, you’ll get cuddles, slut,” Anon replied, glowering at Paprika as he pressed the tip of his cock to her winking pussy. “Just alongside being a proper fat-assed cocksleeve for me.”
Paprika blushed deeply, shaking her head. “Nnngh~”
“Zat was - unf - just her moaning,” Velvet noted. Adorning a devilish grin, she winked at her Master. “But I can still translate what she - haa - really means.”
Anon pressed the tip of his cock into Paprika’s folds, giving her a sample of what was to come as she squirmed before him. “And that would be?”
“She vants to become your bitch deep down, Master~”
“She’s just an ignorant, stubborn slut like we once were!” Arizona chimed in, chuckling. “Show her the light and give her her true purpose, Master!”
Her eyes going wide, Paprika could only gnaw her lip, realizing just how badly she truly did yearn to feel him slam into her. His teasing, his touch, and the feeling of only his tip in her folds were addictive. Her mind was awash in pleasure and submission both, and the volumes of each grew more and more with each disastrously lustful second she endured.
“Happily~”
With one hard thrust, Anon plunged into Paprika’s depths. Her walls convulsed around the sudden pleasurable intruder as she threw her head back and screamed with delight. The force of his thrust lurched her body forward, her asscheeks clapping once from the sheer power he had behind his motion. He held his position, letting each intense throb of his cock be felt within her as he gripped her leg tightly.
Anon didn’t show her an ounce of mercy as he began slamming into her with everything he had. Each plunge he made was backed by his carnal need to claim his next bitch. The routine wet schlicking sound of Paprika’s pussy being pummeled was faint under the sea of howls she released. Her udder bounced, her ass clapped, and her tongue lolled helplessly out of her maw while she was rutted into a near-pleasurable coma.
“Nnngh! Yes, Master! Make her your next whore!” Velvet moaned deeply, bucking her hips into the air as her masturbatory efforts intensified. Her udder bounced with each thrust as her juices coated her hoof. “A proper breeding bitch like us!”
Arizona had rolled onto her stomach, raising her ass and throwing it back as her claps filled the air. “Yeshhh ~ She's gonna be such a good whore for ya!” She rubbed her clit furiously, groaning deeply. “Mmmph! Ah can’t wait for her to join us!”
Their moans and joyous decrees for another slave to join Anon’s harem echoed in Paprika’s mind, making her shudder not with discomfort but delight. His cock was sending her worked-up body into the realm of pleasure itself, and yet it wasn’t done.
Worship him. Prey are property. You are property.
The intrusive thoughts ran through the walls of Paprika’s logic and reason like a truck. Each time Anon’s massive cock filled her to the limit and kissed her womb, she felt that fallen part of her logic reform into sheer, unending obedience to Anon.
His property.
“Aaahn! Mmmph! H-haeee! H-hehe! Nngh!” she blabbered, her incoherent speech somehow more indecipherable.
Anon raised a hand, smacking her ass and silencing her before her gibberish continued. “I don’t understand ya, slut, but I do know three things.” He spanked her ass again, thrusting into her with more strength. “Firstly, those were mostly moans— it seems like you’re loving this from the sound of those slutty cries.” He caressed her udder, squeezing one of her nipples. “Second, you’ve got a body just as hot as Arizona and Velvet’s, meaning you were made to be my sex slave.” He leaned down, grunting as he pressed into her again. “And third, I’m very close to knocking you up.”
Every word he spoke held truth. He knew she was loving it. Her slutty face, her absolutely drenched pussy, and the way she moaned each time he thrusted into her. She was a phenomenally sexy alpaca, and with an ass like that on her, there wasn’t a chance in Tartarus he wouldn’t tame her. Her tight cunt, delicious asshole, and currently bouncing udder were bonuses on top of all of that.
Most of all, he truthfully was nearing the brink of his pleasure, and his thrusting gradually began to pick up pace as he went. Paprika’s pussy gripped down on him with vigor, teasing every nerve on each inch of his cock, flexing and caressing it with whorish expertise. Even if he was messing with her mind, it was clear as day she was meant for this—like all prey were. Being tamed and made into breeding bitches was simply how things deserved to be, and Paprika would be no different.
“You’re going to make a lovely slave~” Anon cooed, wrapping both arms around Paprika’s raised leg as he began thrusting with everything he had.
Paprika didn’t reply; she couldn’t reply, as her mind was overwhelmed by her biology demanding it to yield. Her pussy gushed with her lust as her thighs were damp with the ambrosial juices, her ass was slightly red from Anon’s spanks, and her face was strained as she tried to fend off the losing battle she was engaged in.
Fall and become a slave.
She was struggling to remember why she was against him doing this. The idea of her owning him and using him as a cuddle buddy forever had sounded amazing before, but now she struggled to not see it as downright awful. As much as she hated it, the idea of him owning her, and using her as his personal cumdump breeding slut, was sounding much, much better.
It sounds correct.
She shook her head at the thought, letting out a throaty moan soon after as the idea became overwhelming.
It is correct.
She couldn’t get it out of her head, him out of her head. His aura demanded attention and respect, but most importantly, she felt it demanded obedience.
The bases of her mind began to rapidly crumble as Paprika found herself reaching the brink as well. The feeling of his massive girth spreading her depths, his magic touch seeping into her, and his sheer domineering attitude called to her deepest, instinctual needs. He had tamed Arizona and Velvet, surely capable fighters like her, and the two seemed happy with their new lives.
Defeated. Satisfied. Bred. Pregnant.
Paprika felt Anon’s cock begin to flare as he snarled through his teeth and pressed her further against the floor. She felt the last vestiges of her sanity receive a message, a final glimmer of thought before her role as prey consumed her mind.
And obedient.
As the words echoed in her mind, Paprika’s eyes shot wide open. A deep, guttural moan escaped Anon, and upon his lustful cry, she felt her insides be blessed with the first ropes of his cum.
Be tamed.
The instant Paprika felt his seed enter her, the world around her faded away. A literally mind-breaking orgasm swept over her faster than a wildfire, sending every nerve in her body into a pleasurable frenzy. Her legs twitched, her body spasmed, and her expression morphed into sheer cocklust.
Her udder spurted out milk as her pussy gushed with her lust, all while her womb was flooded with Anon’s cum. Her walls milked him for everything he had, intensifying her and Anon’s orgasms by a magnitude. The sensation of his warm essence painting her insides was beyond comprehension, only defeated by a far more superior feeling.
Her new purpose in life.
Her tongue lolled flimsily out of her mouth, her eyes rolled back, and she let out the loudest, most intense moan she had ever uttered. Everything felt surreal as the concepts of her existence were remade. Cuddling wasn’t the best thing ever to her, not anymore. Nothing sounded better than submission, nothing was more pleasurable than servitude, and nothingwas more purposeful than undying obedience.
Magic funneled out of Anon and into her. It danced over her body, sending her overwhelmed nerves into a deeper level of chaotic bliss. Though once it washed over her head, everything went blank momentarily as her mind was remade.
“Nnngh! Mmmph! Yeshhhhh~”
The effects sweeping over her were so intense they managed to earn a somewhat coherent word from her lips. At the same time, a dumb, joyous smile spread across her countenance. Any prior goals weren’t only bad in her eyes, they were outright erased, as only the concept of obeying Anon filled her thoughts. Her biological design to be conquered had won, as her free will had become nothing more than a bitter memory.
Magic went from her shattered mind down to her groin, shimmering above her womb. With a brilliant flash of color, a marking appeared over it—the same one that Arizona and Velvet wore with pride. Anon’s cum had yielded a prize as the sign of her impregnation shimmered brightly. She spasmed intensely, letting out coos and cries of bliss while being knocked up. With an intense shudder, she briefly closed her eyes before opening them fully.
Laid within them, just like Arizona and Velvet, were hearts.
She had been tamed.
Giggling dumbly, she milked her newfound Master’s cock consciously, eager to please him and fulfill her role as his slave properly. It all made sense now. This, right here, was her reason to exist. She lived to worship him and heed his every word, and it dumbfounded her that she ever thought differently.
“Eeeehehe! Coo! Weee! Pblblblbl!”
Anon creaked an eye open as he continued to fill Paprika. Her womb could not contain the volume of cum he was dumping into her as his seed burst past the seal his tip made on her womb and coated every inch of her walls. Her pussy desperately wrung him for everything he could offer, and he responded to it with a fierce strike on her asscheek.
“What was that - tch - slut?” Anon groaned.
“She’s beggin’ - haaa - f-for more!” Arizona cried out, writhing in place as she rode out her own orgasm.
Gasping and groaning from her own euphoric release, Velvet followed. “A-and she’s - ahn - calling you Master! L-like the bitch should be! She’s - mmph - one of us now!~”
Anon smiled at his two slaves writhing with pleasure before turning to look at his newest addition. “Welcome to your new life, slave.” He grunted, shooting the last bits of his cum into her. “You’re my fucktoy to breed forevermore.”
“Weeee! Unf! Hehehe!” Paprika cheered between her moans.
Anon felt the last rope of his cum leave him as his climax began to calm alongside Paprika’s own. Reaching down, he gripped her udder, toying with it. Milk generously beaded from her nipples as her breathing calmed from the hyperventilating stupor of her climax to the heavy breaths of her afterglow.
Eyeing his new, tamed bitch, Anon gave her ass another smack before pulling out of her. Inch by inch, his cock left her depths before it escaped entirely as a sea of cum spurted out of her shortly after. Watching as his seed gushed out, drinking in the sweat running down her form, he smirked.
“Slave, stand up and clap that massive ass. Show me your bred pussy.”
Paprika rolled onto her stomach before shakily rising up. Smiling back at Anon, she lowered her torso to the ground and raised her ass. Bracing her legs, she steadied herself and threw her ass back.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The sound of her obediently beginning to twerk began to fill the air as her cheeks smacked into each other over and over. Cum flew through the air as she twerked, the excess volumes of seed not held tightly within her snatch flung from her drooling lips. She giggled and cooed with glee, overjoyed to listen to the orders of the predator that claimed her.
Anon drank in the sight of her jiggling cheeks for a few moments before nodding his head. “Good girl!” He grabbed his shaft, still hard even after cumming. “Now come clean my cock off while you do it~”
Scurrying over to him, never ceasing her twerking, Paprika eagerly got into position. Eyeing up the cock that broke her mind, she giggled with glee before diving straight down. Engulfing his cock in one greedy motion, she slipped his shaft down her throat and hilted him within it. She began bobbing up and down with haste, swirling her tongue all over his length with each motion back and forth.
“Slaves,” he continued, glancing back at Arizona and Velvet basking in their afterglow, “come join your fellow fucktoy and worship me.”
Snapping out of their blissful afterglow, the pair quickly rose to their hooves and trotted to Anon and Paprika.
“Heh, gladly, Master!” Arizona cooed, beginning to throw her ass back before diving onto one of his nuts.
Twerking on the other side of Paprika, Velvet licked her lips. “Zis new slut is a fine addition, just not as -“
“Velvet,” Anon grumbled, glowering at her.
“Vat?! It’s not my fault zis slut thought her floof was-“
Arizona rolled her eyes, pulling away from Anon’s package, saliva connecting her lips to his nuts. “Master said to worship him, Vel, so get to it!”
“Oh fine,” Velvet grumbled, swallowing her anger towards Paprika and latching onto Anon’s other nut.
With Arizona soon resuming her efforts, Anon felt himself nearly faint with satisfaction. Three twerking slaves now serviced him, and they did so with everything they had. Paprika deepthroated him with unending eagerness while Velvet and Arizona suckled and swirled their tongues around his nuts. The satisfying sounds of their asses clapping added to the symphony of slurping, and as he gazed down at them he could see three pairs of beautiful, heart-filled eyes looking up at him.
Leaning his head back, Anon let out a sigh. “After this, I think I’ll have a bit more fun with you, and then we’ll get to that Temple.” He stroked their heads gently, earning a giggle from Paprika. “Least there won’t be any more problems around here.”
Suddenly, Paprika pulled her head back, releasing his cock from her throat. “Coo? Mmmph! Hehe! Vrmmmm!”
Anon eyed her curiously, raising a brow. “I wish I could command you to make sense to me…”
“Pah!” Velvet exclaimed, pulling her mouth away from his nuts and furrowing her brow at the alpaca. “Vat? There’s someone else there? How?!”
Anon blinked wildly, eyeing the bridge ahead that led to the temple they were seeking. “Wait, there’s someone else here?! How the hell did they get past Paprika?”
“Huh, she sounds mighty odd…” Arizona joined in, having pulled away from his balls. “And rather dangerous…”
“Can one of you please tell me what she said instead of just talking to her?!”
“Oh, right, my bad,” Arizona replied, blushing. “She said something ‘bout another fighter getting here before us.”
Anon eyed the bridge again, his nerves returning and overshadowing his pleasure. “Like…another…”
“Champion, it zeems, yes,” Velvet answered, pulling her trailing eyes away from his groin and towards the bridge. “A dangerous one too, since she scared Paprika…”
Pouting his lips, Anon prodded the two for more information. “Alright, well, I’ll fuck the three of you again before we face anyone, but what is she like? Does Paprika know anything about her?”
“Yippp! Hhhhr! Wooowoo!”
Velvet nodded. “Oh dear, that’s…concerning.”
“What is?” he followed.
Arizona and Velvet exchanged looks with one another, even earning one of slight worry from Paprika. The three slaves glanced back at the bridge before turning back to him. Making a silent agreement with each other, Paprika dove back down onto Anon’s cock, as Velvet returned to suckling on his nuts, leaving Arizona to answer his question.
“Well, Master, it was a unicorn.” She gnawed her lip, slowly drifting to his nuts again, hoping to distract herself and his clearly growing worries. “Has some kind of magic book with her…that also seems to contain, well…a demon…”
Feeling her return to suckling on his package, Anon blinked wildly. He would have been indulging himself in the pleasure of his slaves, focusing solely on his tremendous victory and newfound fucktoy, but what he had just been informed about boggled his mind. He knew of many things these ungulates had. Arizona was strong and fierce, Velvet was graceful and had magic, and Paprika was chaotic and downright uncanny.
But a demon-wielding unicorn was a whole different ballpark of intimidating.
Shaking his head, pushing away his nerves, Anon took a deep breath. Regardless of what faced him within those caves, he knew it was another champion. He had promised himself to tame every last one of them, furthering his harem and delving deeper into the bliss that was his unending lust. No demon would keep him away from his goal, and certainly not from what was likely an incrediblysexy mare awaiting him within that temple.
“Well then,” Anon chuckled, eyeing his slaves servicing him. “I’ll fuck you three, and then we’ll get to taming our next bitch. How’s that sound?~”
A set of muffled ‘mhms’ was what he got back as the three tamed champions continued to worship his nethers. They acted as a firm reminder that he had overpowered and conquered them. His magic was adapting and evolving each day, shown clearly by his counterattack against Paprika earlier, and he had faith in his mysterious abilities to lead him to yet another slut joining his ranks.
After all, that demon the unicorn had with her surely couldn’t be that strong…
At least he hoped.
