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Sorcerous Ways Not every dimension is conducive to science. Some worlds are built on magical principles instead. Not that 'science' is completely unknown there; observing behaviors and making hypotheses about causes never goes entirely out of style. But when there's enough magic around, things like the square-cube law and quantum mechanics simply don't matter. Magic is a fundamental force itself in those universes, part of how everything works. And in those sorts of worlds, there is no such thing as Mad Science, either. There are dragons, though. And those who practice Mad Sorcery tend even more than Mad Scientists to be little concerned with the dignity, sanity, or bodily integrity of those they experiment upon. Or, for that matter, of themselves. She'd been a queen or an empress when she had the passing need for it, but rarely had the interest to maintain such dreary topics as economics and crime. Most of the time, the area around the Mad Sorceress' Lair was simply left to its own devices, no neighboring realm daring to try to claim it, most of the inhabitants taking their chances. Most of the time she never bothered to demand taxes, a notable departure from any other kingdom around, making it an attractive option. And if sometimes she took someone for a new subject to experiment on... well, that was the price, and the oods were still good. She'd inscribed runes onto her own body, guiding her power in obscene and forbidden ways. She'd consorted freely with demons, particularly a hellhound who was notably eager to convince her to join him in his own realm, and whose offer she accepted as often as not. She usually ended up transforming her subjects into fuckpets when she was done with them - some quivering, begging, wriggling, eager soft things protesting with breathy, unconvincing pants that they didn't *want* their furry bottoms spanked to welts; others into tentacled things trapped in massive rooms; still others into muscled bestial forms, madly prowling in cages awaiting her next decision to amuse herself with them. She was not jealous of the secrets of magic she wrested from the universe, forbidden powers that reality itself feared to admit existed. She did not destroy all who came to her lair seeking to bargain. They learned quickly that she did not haggle. They could tell her what they wanted, and what they had in mind to pay. She would tell them what the cost would be. And then either the deal would be struck.. or they would pay for taking her time. Gold and jewels would sometimes be all the fee she would demand, in those cases. Sometimes her would-be buyers would stay longer than they planned, serving as a new experiment, if their offer was paltry enough. And every once in a while, for a supplicant who was sufficiently... interesting... there were more entertaining ways she could take her payment from them. Art by "MinnoSimmins": , original included in https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51401629/ , Setta and story by me!
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Public Predicament How'd she end up here? Who knows? [s]Who cares?[/s] Join in the fun? Commission from MinnoSimminsNSFW!
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Spoiling Rod Things had not been going well for the heroes of Victory City. Things had not been going well for heroes anywhere. No one knew exactly what had happened, but a magic-based villain had somehow been able to get a boon from the Warper Council in exchange for some kind of urgent service. What a magic villain could have done that the reality-bending Warpers themselves could not, nobody had any idea. But the boon had been pretty straightforward. "I want villains to win." And just like that, karma shifted. It wasn't that one day villains were suddenly all invincible. But the odds changed. Heroes had the fight of their lives against foes they readily handled just days before. What had been an evenly-matched rivalry turned into clear villainous edges. Heroes had to team up to take on opponents they could have soloed the week before. And karma seemed to be very, very slow to drain, heroes staying trapped in villainous bonds for far longer than they should have. Dr. Setta Flamowitz, the Iron Dragon, was not immune to the effects. Pheromizer's super-pheromones suddenly could find ways through her suit's air filters, leaving her panting and dripping inside the armor - though the AI could take over and finish the fight, at least. She only took down Toolbelt and Supercilious by use of sensible tactics, identifying them from long range and dropping them with stunbolts before they knew she was there. But her luck ran out against Technomancer. Her anti-magic defenses collapsed in the face of his spells, and then she was encased inside a high-tech suit against an enemy who could magically control technology. Her own power armor shredded her undersuit while she was still inside, and fat metal cocks invaded her mouth, pussy, and ass, enthusiastically violating her while sections of plating fell away. Just enough exoskeleton stayed in place to force her to march along behind Technomancer as he gleefully paraded her through the city, the slurp of metal shafts pumping inside her naked body ringing through the streets. He took her down to the city zoo - which had been turned into a trophy hall for captured heroes. Catamarine was bound on a mounting rack in one open cage, with a muzzle strapped over her face that fed a green gas into nostrils. Her eyes were glassy as she waggled her bare ass pleadingly. A funnel on the ground between her knees caught any cum that dripped from her much-plowed pussy, and piped it over to be pumped via pistoning dildo into the spread-eagled Lady Sunrise, who had a tube-gag in her mouth forcing her to constantly swallow magical fertility potions. There were already pictures of her first two litters on the walls next to her, seven in one and nine in the other, all half-foxes with very different second species. And she'd only been captive for a month. "And here we are," declared Technomancer smugly, stopping in front of another cage, this one with solid white side walls and a glass panel in front, which lifted up. Inside was a segmented vertical metal rod with a couple of chains down low, another one on an adjustable ring up higher, and a fat dildo on top. "Tamer, Pheromizer, *and* Dirty Rat all joined in with me on this one. We wanted to make sure it was *extra* special." He gestured at the pole and it lowered itself, the bottom sliding intn an underground area. The remains of Setta's power armor forced her to march forward and stand straddling the dildo, feeling it nudging against her naked pussylips. And then Techomancer gestured again, and the pole rose, spearing into her. Another gesture, and the exoskeleton shifted again - forming heavy hoof-boots on her hands, with a metal bar linking them to her new heavy collar, while thigh-high hoof-boots encased her legs. A bridle and bit strapped around her face, and her wings were firmly strapped to her back. The chains from low on the rod latched themselves to cuffs on her new boots, and she yelped as the higher chain rose up and struck like a snake, snapping a ring through her clit. Technomancer smirked at her. And then grinned more broadly as her eyes widened. The rod was heat-activated. Something oily was leaking from the dildo directly into her inner walls. She tried to push herself up, to get away from it - but the chain on her clit pulled tight while there were still three inches inside her. And then the chain tugged down, forcing her to lower herself. "Every time you pull, your leash gets shorter," he informed her smugly. The oily feeling swelled. She could tell Pheromizer's super-hormones were mixed into it, in concentrated form. Her crotch was already throbbing with eagerness, urging her to start bouncing on the dildo. But Dirty Rat's power was added too... making the entire thing feel like an utterly abominable violation, a horribly unbearable defilement of her helpless privates. And the Tamer's power was there too, in faint form, patiently but sternly demanding she submit, commanding her to lower herself, to accept the disgrace of her cunt and wallow in her humiliation. Technomancer stepped back, and the door slid shut. She couldn't see anything in front of her; it was enchanted one-way glass, apparently. There was nothing to look at but white all around her. She couldn't hear anything but her own breath, and the whispers in her head of the Tamer's power. But she held firm. She could withstand Pheromizer's hormonal assaults. She could refuse the Tamer's orders. She wasn't going to let Dirty Rat's disgrace deeper inside her. Her legs could only hold out so long, though, before they began to burn, standing there as upright as she could without risking pulling on the clit-chain and being forced down lower. It had to have been hours, standing helplessly there, and her thighs and calves were wailing at her. She had to move them. She couldn't rise any higher, or step away. The only way to relieve the ache in her legs was to lower herself down, to let her muscles shift position at least a little, just for a moment. If she didn't, her legs were going to give out entirely, and then she'd find out what that one-bar prison would do if she started to collapse on top of it. Teeth pressing into the bit in her mouth, her knees bent. Her thighs and calves cried out in blissful relief as they were allowed to shift just that little bit. But her pussy wailed in betrayal as two inches of raw degradation plunged into previously-untouched inner tenderness, while the super-pheromones made that freshly-defiled stretch of tunnel tremble. And she would have sworn she could suddenly feel the Tamer's thick, strong hands cupping her crotch, stroking her nipples, scratching her ears, rubbing under her chin, patting her belly, gripping her ass, his voice in her head rumbling "Good girl." Her face burned hot as she held in place, trying to let her legs take the new position. But her muscles began to ache again, sooner this time. Maybe an hour before she couldn't stand it anymore. She tried lifting herself up, but that relieved the ache only for second, and her thighs felt like they were giving out entirely. She had to lower herself more. Almost three-quarters of the thing was inside her. It was so horribly deep inside her, feeling like it was contaminating her most private places irrevocably while making her quiver and drip around it. And the Tamer's phantom touch was stronger, fondling her body all over, rubbing her arms and legs and throat, patting her face, spanking her ass playfully, finger teasing her clit. "Keep moving," the Tamer's voice said in her head, hands rubbing at her thighs, and the ache just came back so quickly, the only thing she could do to keep her legs from screaming was to slowly lift herself back up, not so much as to pull the chain, then lower back down. Every time she took the dildo back inside her, her privates wailed at her betrayal, forced to let that thick, hard foul-oily feeling despoil her again. Her tired legs could only move slowly, but stopping made them ache instantly. She heard herself whimpering into the bit-gag and couldn't stop. She wasn't a super-endurance hero. She wasn't a marathon runner. Even with that humiliating movement to keep her muscles flexing, she couldn't hold out forever. More and more of her concentration had to go to making her legs keep moving. It was harder to ignore the imaginary touch of the Tamer, the words ringing in her head, the mingled powers of Pheromizer and Dirty Rat assaulting her privates. "Good girl," she thought she could hear Tamer saying. "Now take the rest. Let everyone see you surrender your cunt to shame. Let everyone see you whimper and discard your pride. Let everyone see you submit to being a shame-slut, eager to wallow in your defeat." She was all alone in the cage. The Tamer wasn't really there. But they'd worked a touch of his power into the rod. She knew he wasn't there but she could feel his fingers gently tug on the clit-chain, and another finger hooked into her collar to tug that down, and she couldn't concentrate on ignoring those feelings while still keeping her burning legs moving. She sank down. The entire length of the toy was inside her. A howling blaze of humiliation and lust screamed between her legs. The clit-chain tightened. She couldn't rise back up. She whimpered into the bit in her mouth as her head swum. She could feel the Tamer's fingers playing with her pussylips, hear his satisfied voice in her head. She couldn't stop herself. She came. Violently. It felt like it rocked her head as she wailed into the bit. The clit-chain loosened, and she was sure she could feel the Tamer's furry fingers brush her thigh as he gripped the chain, tugging it lightly upward. "Now. Hump," she thought she heard. The tug on the clit-chain only guided her once up and once down, pumping herself on the multiply-enchanted toy as her pussy sobbed and spasmed. The tug didn't need to continue after that. Her face burned bright as she rode the dildo, humping it obediently, violating her own privates over and over again, nipples aching with excitement and mortified enthusiasm. The door slid open. And she kept humping, shredding her dignity in front of the laughing crowd like a good slave shame-slut. She came, again, and again, and again. Technomancer had been there, watching the whole time. He smirked at her. "Seventy-four minutes. Just short of winning for anyone who bet seventy-five." He took out a fat plug, wiped it against her thighs and the oily mess leaking from her pussy as she pumped herself. She whimpered as he worked it under her tail, spreading her asshole with the same mixture of lust and defilement her crotch was sobbing for. And then his fingers went to play with her pussylips while she rode the rod of shame, and she whimpered all the louder, climaxing gloriously. And when her legs did start to give out, actual hours later, Technomancer lowered the rod and led her by the clit-leash down to the Wolf Show. Packmaster had been able to run wild with the heroes unable to stop him; he had over a hundred werewolf slaves by now, all with supernatural strength and limitless endurance, no matter whether they were in their half-wolf or feral-wolf forms. They strapped Setta on her back to a platform, hoof-mitted hands still bound to her collar, aching legs tied spread wide. And while her legs rested, Packmaster made sure his wolves took on their four-legged form to mount her, endless whimpers from her mouth as they showed off how very hard she came for a fat knot and a furry sac between the legs. She didn't know when they'd taken the bit out of her mouth, or when they'd prompted her to speak. But it felt so good to beg the wolves to fuck her. So good to have that vast chasm where her pride had been stripped away. So good to have all those powers mingled inside her, guiding her like a leash to exult in her utter disgrace and defeat, to gorge herself on the delight of being so firmly, thoroughly, utterly controlled by such powerful superiors. To cum in the most shameful of ways for all to see and to let them watch her beg for more. The villain who'd been able to win that boon from the Warper Council got the full value of his wish. It was not a short loop. After the villains took over, things did get exciting, with intra-villain battles over territory soon commencing. But the captive heroes stayed on display for years. The karma system wasn't entirely disabled, though. The villains naturally gravitated subconsciously toward their captives' kinks. But as long as the heroes were getting off on it, they didn't work off any karma this time, either. Art by MinnoSimmins , first posted as part of https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57402757/, Setta and story by me!
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That's what happens when you go alone dungeoning without care, traps are everywhere! Guess she will be more careful from now on...once the tentacles had their fun with her, after a looooong while! Who know? Maybe a party of adventurers could came in and save her...or take her as part of their booty, after all she's truly a treasure, full of sweet and creamy surprises~! Thanks again to Minnosimins for this piece, actually might work on a short story for this one, might upload later, for now enjoy^^ Orthas be my dear girl~
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Showered With Attention The Iron Dragon and DuraBelle team up to defeat the gooey, villain pig known as Hogwild. Only a combination of Setta's brains and Belle's brawn is enough to see the notoriously tough, and ever-hungry, criminal vaporized into pink steam at long last. The city's buffets and picnics safe for the first time in a long time. It was a messy and sticky battle, but victory belongs to the shapely heroes! The heroic friends are soon busy washing off the gooey remains of the pink pig in the showers, and excitedly talking about their win. Unfortunately the dragon's calculations have failed to take into account that Hogwild also has the ability to slowly reconstitute himself - even if he can't yet take his proper porcine form. Neither of our shapely superbabes takes notice of the pink goo forming and coalescing in the drain at first. It slowly starts rising upwards towards their bare fur and scales - and suddenly it's much too late! Whether it can truly be called Hogwild or not, his essence is bent on revenge! Winding, tangling, tightening....and probing! Does the Iron Dragon have a plan to defeat Hogwild twice?! Will DuraBelle ever get this goo out of her fur?
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Lovely art by MinnoSimmins, and a short story by MalloryCatto! Mallory squirmed forward to get more of that morning sun on her soft fur. Never before had the throne room been bathed in this much warm sunlight, but the intricate stained glass that had filtered it for so many years was now shattered like the weapons of the royal guard. Without anything to stop the wind from blowing through it felt almost chilly, especially when she was naked and knelt on the cold marble tile. Canine seed poured from her slit as she shifted, dripping onto her inner thigh with a sickening thickness. She should be happy that it wasn't going towards filling her womb and knocking her up, but that was small comfort when her belly still stung from the tattoo of lupine ownership tattooed onto it. There had been so much of it forced inside of her that no amount dripping down would save her now anyway. Every little move she made reminded her ever more of just how complete their control, HIS control over her now was. The dull ache of her fresh tattoo, the jab of the intricate metalwork of her former crown into her neck, or even the soft brush of her old throne's leather against her cheek, all of it only solidified the helplessness she felt against him. The same helplessness that had made her cum so hard on his shaft that he'd spared her in the first place. The same helplessness she tried to hide with a snarl through her gag that he only answered with a knowing smirk. "Thought you'd be different, little princess?" He asked. The invocation of her old title mocking now. "I've broken dozens of cats on this knot. A little royal blood was never going to save you." The wolf tugged her closer, Mallory yelping as the gold of her crown dug into her neck. "But the more you struggle, the more sure I am that you'll make me an excellent heir." You can find more from Minno here: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/minnosimminsnsfw And you can find more from Mal here: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/malthepilotcat
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