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The Minotaur and the Fox
By Dragon [Email]
"Ow! Let me go-- Ouch!" , the fox managed to cry. The torch he dropped
lay on the stone floor far behind him, receding into the distance as
something large carried him into the darkness, deeper into the fatal
maze. Dim light sources and other illusions occasionally appeared in
the distance. All he was able to hear was occasional grunting from his
captor, and heavy clomping as it walked. He shouted again, and the
grip around his throat suddenly tightened. He quickly found himself
unable to even scream anymore. He whined, barely able to breath, but
the powerful grasp on his neck refused to move. Varol struggled a
little longer, then rested with a sigh, desperately looking for any
opportunity to escape.
Eventually, darkness faded and gave way to light as he was carried
into a large cavern, well lit by several torches and a blazing fire at
the center. Strewn around the cave were objects that someone
considered valuable enough to keep, or too much trouble to remove. He
got a quick glimpse of sparkling metals, jewels of all colors, swords,
shields, and other scattered items.
With a yelp, he felt himself tossed through the air. After soaring
over a large straw bed he landed on his side, suppressing a growl of
pain. The heat of the nearby fire was consoling, but little more. He
slowly turned to finally get a good view of his captor.
Dark red eyes caught his own, eyes that conveyed a sense of hunger to
the fox. A dense mane of black hair partially covered one eye, and two
thick goldish horns poked up at angles from the mane, and curved
forwards into wicked points. Below the eyes, a large muzzle pushed
forward, ending in two slightly steaming nostrils. The monster
grunted, briefly revealing a frighteningly large maw. The powerful
throat below his head was thicker than the fox's shoulders, and it
lead down to a barrel chested torso. All was covered in a thinly
furred hide of brown that glistened in the firelight. Arms bulging
with muscles crossed above a round, well fed belly. Below that, a
furry loincloth covered the minotaur's hips, and a thin tail swayed
behind. Two legs thicker than tree trunks stretched from under the
cloth. Covered in short black fur, they slowly tapered as a bull's
hind legs would, bending back halfway down, and ending in heavy cloven
hooves. The whole thing was more than twice the height of the little
fox.
For a minute he was so impressed with that he saw that he looked the
beast over several times, forgetting what was happening. Fear suddenly
suppressed his confused lust as he realized he was looking up at the
minotaur he thought couldn't exist. He had been warned about such a
creature. Memories about the stories of others travelers who were lost
in this maze crossed his mind and now he found himself staring at that
belly again, wondering how many of those lost travelers wound up in
there. He trembled, afraid of the thought that there would be nothing
left but a well fed minotaur if he didn't quickly find a way to
escape.
The minotaur grunted and stepped forward, prompting a yelp from Varol
as he scrambled back against one of the walls and tried to cringe
away. A strong hand suddenly grabbed the fox by the back of his head,
and lifted him up to his knees. Trying to keep his eyes away from the
minotaur's, he watched as the bull used his other paw to lift up the
front part of his loin cloth. The fox gawked at the size of the sheath
and testicles that lay underneath, covered in the same short black fur
as the massive thighs beside them. Well swollen from anticipation, the
bull sheath 's top end was already opening wide as a thick cock poked
out. He smelled the bull's arousal as his eyes fixed on the massive
red cock that was emerging and swelling before him.
Varol tried to pull away again, but was stuck staring for a moment. As
his mouth opened to protest, the bull's thumb pushed between his jaws,
prying his mouth wider open. The other large hand grabbed and guided
the minotaur's cock into the fox's mouth, quieting his cry as it was
pushed forward and quickly filling his mouth. The beast let his
loincloth drop over the fox's head as he held his prey by the ears,
and started pushing his hips forward.
With a surge of panic Varol felt the large cock push against his
throat. He tried to gag as another thrust pushed the massive member
clear into his throat, choking him briefly. Strong musk assaulted his
nose as he inhaled, and the large hands pulled hard on his ears when
he struggled. He reflexively swallowed, and he felt the minotaur's
cock tense in his throat and a sudden moan come from the beast. When
the grip on his ears relaxed, he tried swallowing again, and bobbed
his head a little. The minotaur's painful grasp on his ears released
almost entirely, and only helped guide the little fox's bobbing
motions as his hips rocked. The cock was hot in his mouth, almost
painfully warm against his tongue. Varol pulled his head back a little
further and licked over the tip, finding himself desperate to be
useful to the minotaur. A small spurt of precum hit the fox's tongue,
feeling just as hot as the rest of the thick shaft and he found it to
be a flavor he could enjoy if he weren't so terrified. The cock pushed
into his throat again, and the fox swallowed repeatedly, letting his
throat squeeze around it. Perhaps if this were all his captor intended
he could still find a chance to escape the bull and the twisting maze
that surrounded him.
As Varol found himself starting to enjoy his work, the minotaur
suddenly pulled him up away from the glistening cock, and held him
high. He screamed as the minotaur grabbed a dagger and moved it
against his chest, but was relieved when it was only used to cut away
his cotton tunic. The material fell away as the creature applied it to
his breeches. Varol found himself a little alarmed at being unclothed,
but was tossed naked onto the pile of straw before he could do
anything.
Varol turned his head to see the minotaur moving towards him, pulling
off his own loincloth as he approached. Another flash of arousal hit
the fox as he watched the muscular minotaur approach, squeezing his
bull-like red cock in one hand. Varol was suddenly pushed onto his
stomach, and just as he realized what was happening he felt the
minotaur's huge cock pushing up under his tail. His whole body went
rigid and he shrieked with pain as the minotaur pushed his shaft deep
into the little fox with one quick thrust. The minotaur hardly noticed
the screams, and grunted loudly as his next few thrusts buried his
member to the roots inside his struggling prey. Varol squirmed in the
bull's iron grasp, pushed into the straw by the weight of his captor
and the force of the thrusts. He felt as if his own thigh were being
pushed up into the tight ring of his anus, and each thrust seemed to
tear him in two.
The pain slowly faltered as the bull kept thrusting deeply into the
fox, stretching him beyond his limits as lust drove the bull to thrust
harder and faster. His head lay on the straw bed, and he moaned
helplessly, feeling his innards rippling around the bull's huge cock.
He started pushing back against the thrusts, intend on keeping the
huge minotaur from being disappointed. A louder grunt escaped the
bull's mouth, and Varol braced himself as he felt the cock inside him
pulse and swell. The sudden heat of the minotaur's cum deep in his
innards surprised him almost as much as how hard the bull started
fucking, groaning and bellowing with pleasure. Varol trembled and
whimpered as his body was quickly filled with the almost
pleasant-feeling fluid. The minotaur's cock pulsed and jerked inside
him, then lay still, and Varol sighed quietly as the minotaur stopped
his relentless pounding.
He didn't have any time to rest. The thick cock pulled back out of
him, and he was suddenly pulled off the ground. He dangled helplessly,
held by the scruff of the neck, staring at the minotaur. The creature
looked down his body, seeming to smile. Varol looked down himself
curiously. He could see the white ooze, trickling down his trembling
legs, thick and warm against his fur, pooling up on the straw below
him. He could see the minotaur's thick hardened cock, still pulsing
and spurting a little of his seed. He was also a little surprised to
see his own cock pushing from his sheath, knot and all, pulsing with
arousal. Perhaps he could survive as this monster's concubine until he
could escape. His cock jerked once, and he found himself wondering if
he would even try escaping since the warmth inside his stretched
innards was so oddly satisfying. He lifted his head to glance back
at the minotaur again, slowly looking up the length of the impressive
body that held him.
He looked up into darkness. He screamed again when he realized he was
looking into the minotaur's open maw, to which his head was
dangerously close. He heard the minotaur chuckle as he struggled. A
hot puff of foul air blew over him, and suddenly he felt his head
pushed into the wide maw, which quickly closed around his neck. He
whimpered, waiting to feel the blunt fangs crush into his skull and
throat, hoping his fate would be painless. The minotaur's wide tongue
licked over his face a few times, making him sputter. Varol pushed his
hands on the bull's chest, trying to push back, and abruptly felt
himself getting lifted higher until his body was over the minotaur's.
He stared frightfully into the dark gullet before his nose, and soon
felt himself sliding closer, until his shoulders were in the mouth
with him. As his nose pushed up against the minotaur's tight throat,
he struggled harder, still dreading the feel of those fangs crushing
into rib cage. The minotaur held him by his ankles now, but he kept
pushing back against the minotaur's broad shoulders as best he could.
There was another shove from the minotaur and he felt his muzzle
suddenly push into the tight gullet before his eyes. His muzzle
quickly was squeezed shut by the strong muscles, quieting his
whimpers. He was so shocked at the sight of his muzzle sliding into
the tight opening that didn't even move as his head was suddenly
engulfed in the tight hot darkness, the slick gullet easily sliding up
over his head. He panicked as he realized he wasn't going to feel
those fangs crush him, but instead was getting swallowed alive. He
struggled harder, desperate to avoid the acid bath that awaited him in
that large belly he feared earlier, but his arms had become pinned to
his sides by the minotaur's mouth. Powerful muscles squeezed his head
and sucked him in deeper while he squirmed and screamed helplessly,
his body writhing. The warm tongue rubbed down his stomach, wetting it
with saliva, guiding his body in. In the darkness, Varol briefly found
himself thinking of previous victims who suffered the same fate,
spending their last few minutes as nothing more than a screaming bulge
in the monster's belly, and all he was able to do was whine with fear.
The walls were slick and tight around him, easily squeezing and
pulling him deeper, bit by bit, holding him fast in their deadly
grasp. He struggled harder, desperate for anything to pull him free.
Suddenly his terror vanished. A hard swallow pulled his body deeper
into the minotaur, and the monster's soft tongue was pushing up
against Varol's cock. He moaned in the darkness as his hips pushed
forward, and his cock pulsed against the tongue. Another swallow
pulled him deeper, until his hips were almost into the dark gullet,
and the fox let out another gasp of pleasure. The strong throat
muscles squeezed his body in a tight, hot embrace, and the sound of
the bull's pounding heart nearby was almost soothing. His cock pulsed
and jerked as it slid along the tongue, and Varol started thrusting
his hips as best he could. Suddenly, he felt his cock squeezed into
the minotaur's throat, clenched tight in the slick grasp, and he let
out a cry of pleasure. The wide flat tongue licked down his sheath and
suddenly was pushing under his tail, lapping at the minotaur's seed
that still leaked out. Another swallow squeezed around his hips, and
the fox went rigid, his hips thrusting madly inside the minotaur's
stretched throat, and his cock pulsed, spurting fox cum against his
belly fur. He writhed around, his thighs squeezing around the tongue
that was licking around and pushing him deeper, blissfully unaware of
his motions helping the minotaur swallow him. More of his seed spurted
out while his kicking legs were squeezed together and gulped down.
Varol hardly noticed as his knees, and then his feet dragged over the
wet tongue, and he gave one last flick with his tail before that too
was swallowed.
His whole body was held tight in the walls of the monster's throat as
his cock kept pulsing. He was unable to move much, but surges of
pleasure kept him shuddering as his orgasm continued. The tightness
and the heat of the minotaur's throat managed to heighten his pleasure
like nothing had before. The tight muscles seemed to squeeze around
his throbbing cock again and again. He felt his head push out into the
pit of the minotaur's awaiting belly, and gasped in a mouthful of the
damp, foul air. His torso followed, and he splashed down into the hot
liquid, still trembling from the feelings, his body still enduring the
intense orgasm. He could hear the loud gulping all around him as more
of his body was pushed in, slowly forcing him to curl up and push
against the flesh around him. A strange tingling slowly spread across
his body, a warm feeling that grew stronger as the walls of the
minotaur's belly closed tightly around him. His cock soon popped free
from the long side down his throat, still spurting a few last splashes
of fox seed.
Varol screamed in pain when the acidic fluid struck his eyes and
burned. Suddenly aware of where he was, he struggled harder to get
out, twisting, turning and kicking helplessly. The warm tingling was
turning to a harsh fire on his fur and flesh. He grabbed his stinging
cock unconsciously as it pulsed again, giving him one last wave of
intense pleasure before the acid went to work on it, making his body
spasm wildly. Lack of fresh air and stifling heat quickly dulled his
panicked senses. He was barely aware of the sound of the minotaur's
heart racing, pounding in his ears. His body bucked as he felt his
skin burning, already devoid of his once lush fur. With a few last
wild kicks, he fell back, getting a brief taste of blood as the
burning all over him faded to numbness. He cursed and cried
helplessly. In an hour, there would be almost nothing left of him, his
body would be nourishing a satiated minotaur. Blind and soon
paralyzed, he gave one last groan of pain as he felt what remained of
his body get digested, then lapsed into a boundless darkness.
The minotaur lay back in his straw bed, watching in a nearby mirror as
the fox's legs kicked out from his mouth, and found himself aroused
again by the sight of the struggles in his swollen throat. He stroked
his cock slowly as he felt the fox sliding deeper into his body,
struggling hard as his gullet worked to take him in. He tipped his
head far back and gave a few last gulps, letting his throat carry his
meal away, then licked his lips. His eyes closed and he slowly stroked
himself while he let his prey gradually work it's way deeper. With
another groan he felt his belly starting to stretch slightly. Stroking
faster, his body tensed when he looked down at his bulging belly,
watching it squirm and distend with what once was fox. He stroked
faster now, feeling his meal struggle desperately. A few rough kicks
made him grunt, and his cock suddenly pulsed, spraying a few more jets
of his seed over his bloated belly. Spasms wracked his powerful body
while his cum pooled up and trickled down his sides, and he bellowed
deeply before collapsing into the wet straw. He sighed deeply as
the struggles faded away, patting his sticky, bulging stomach. He lay
back to let his meal digest, and slept.