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	Step, step, step, step. Dungeon delving was a marathon of steps. Taking care to be wary of traps, cursed runes, and lurking monsters. This dungeon, the deep dug workshop of a mad sorceror, had long been deemed dormant, yet for some reason monsters had begun populating it again. The guild had dispatched me to take care of it, and as much as I had looking forward to my vacation prior to this, goin against the guild was more hassle than it was worth if they deemed you best suited for a task. 

	Nice to meet you, dear reader, my name’s Anzu. Don’t worry about me addressing the fourth wall, by the way, let’s keep things strictly business and move on with it. Just consider this a fun little look into the life of a fantasy adventurer.

	The chilly air of the upper layers was starting to give way to the slightly warm and humid lower layers. Living things made heat, and air is a great insulator believe it or not. What would’ve been the telltale click off my heeled sabatons against the stone flooring was thankfully dulled by muting enchantments. Adventuring gear had become, without a doubt, lascivious. Powerful defensive rune networks afforded full body protection like that of smithed gear of legend with just a few small pieces. As such my “armor” consisted of three plate mail pasties covering my nipples and womanhood, the high quality materials and magics comprising them meant that keeping the actual pieces of gear as small as possible both saved on costs and left as little to be targeted by enemies as possible. Combined with dungeon delving being such a physically demanding profession, cultivating in its practitioners adonis and aphrodite like bodies, you had a recipe for a reputation of adventurers showing off their bodies in armor that was crafted with fashion first aesthetics. 

	Honestly, it wasn’t too bad, once you got used to it. The benefit of a sex-positive society is that the sex is, in fact, crazy good. As long as you had the stomach for exhibitionism anyway. Unfortunately, while I had gone with some minotaur theming to my new loadout because I thought it’d exude strength and confidence, the designer interpreted that mean “cowprint thighhighs and gloves, cowbell choker and shield emblazon, and some tag earrings and nipple rings.”  I looked less like a bull you wouldn’t wanna mess with, and more like you’d be able to get a chilly gallon of whole milk out of my fucking tits! Unfortunately, the combined factors of news spreading among perverts like wildfire and this kit being fucking expensive meant I was stuck with it for the foreseeable future. My title was now Knight of the Holy Udder as far as the guild was concerned. I would’ve been pissed if it didn’t feed my unwilling mile-wide exhibitionist streak. I am not immune to my libido, sadly.

	Anyways, back to the dungeon delving. The upper layers had seem to be left alone up to this point, no traps as far as I could tell and the most resistance coming from dinky skeletons reanimated by the ambient magic wafting up from the lower layers. By this point, the 4th or 5th floor down, however, things had gotten more fiesty. Goblins lurked in packs behind hidden alcoves, spikes and flame blasts began rearing their heads, and even more powerful beasts like golems and orcs were standing their ground against me.

	Fighting my way down was standard fare, practiced techniques dispatching mooks with ease. Down I went, 6th floor, 7th floor; It was starting to seem a little too easy in fact. Just when I had crossed the threshold to the 10th floor was when the seed of worry that had been germinating in my gut finally blossomed. The door slammed shut behind me, sealed shut with magic far stronger than I could disarm. Fuck. The floor emanated with a vile aura, and unseen horrors creeped around at the edge of my vision. This mission was supposed to be open and shut but it was seeming more and more like the dungeon was bait and I its unlucky prey. I told myself to keep calm, focus up, even if this place was biting off more than I could chew I just needed to try and contact the guild with some sending magic and hold my own til support arrived.

	Quickly scrawling the magic circle that’d get me a direct line to the surface, I poured my mana into it and waited. I wouldn’t have to wait very long however, as no sooner than the magic circuit fired to life that I was instead given a face to my troubles. Rather than my sending line I was given a flickering drawing of a cartoon rabbit sticking its tongue out at me, coupled with the line “nice try, cow tits.~” Fuck, again. I was trapped down here, *and* I was being toyed with. Not good. No way else to go but forward then. Hopefully my anti-magic techniques would be enough to get the jump on my captor and subdue them. If not, well, thanks for coming this far with me dear audience.

	And so I stepped into the gloom, delving deeper in search of the dungeon’s master.

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	The denizens of these deeper levels were definitely exhibiting behavior symptomatic of a dungeon master. Patrols wandered, staffed not with the typical monospecies gaggle but carefully thought out squads meant to complement each others skillsets. The problem was compounded by the fact that these squads seemed intent not on slaying any would be adventurers, but thoroughly subjecting them to sexual assault.

	Goblins paired with spirits, possessing me and using me like a puppet, acting like a complete slut while the bastards had their way with me. Skeletal mages immobilizing me while tentacle vines sprout and grope with glee, even shoving one down my mouth like it wanted a blowjob. Even succubi and incubi working in tandem! Whoever was running the show down here was looking more and more powerful by the moment. Fuck, fuck and fuck. I was running low on stamina, running low on mana, and the lingering effects of all these shitheads’ magical rape was starting to get to me. Thoughts swam in a mire of libido, and I found myself imagining what could be around the next corner. 

	Unfortunately, dreams of half naked studs oiled up and eager to serve proved to be correct. Guarding the final passage way deeper down into the innards of the dungeon stood two hulking minotaur, adonis like figures bulging with musculature that would’ve put the protagonists of every steamy erotic novel I carefully hoarded under my bunk back at the guild hall to shame. I don’t know whether it was the heat from the depth this place had carved out, my own libido bucking and braying like a mule in heat, or something else, but the atmosphere was thick and hot. Sweat steamed off their bodies, glimmering on the pair of yoked bullmen like they had just stepped out of a very generously sized sauna. The air reeked of their musk, and I could feel myself eyeing them up hungrily, seeing not enemies but new mates to ravage me with their maleness. The heady scent of virility had already destroyed any rational though that might’ve sought refuge in some hidden corner of my mind, and the burning, clenching need to be brought to heel was all that I could process; a bolt of excitement ran from my addled mind, down through every erogenous zone I had and then some, before running to ground in my feet, my whole body tensing up in anticipation. The perspiration pearling on my own body split the sensation of burning heat and naked chill and suddenly I felt more exposed than I had ever been in my entire life.

	I didn’t think it consciously, but I had already lost this fight.

	The pair of beef cuts set upon me and the only thing stopping me from being laid low in a single synchronized attack was muscle memory, practiced movements honed for fighting doing their best to keep me standing. Which was good because my actual higher brain functions were running simulations of what the two hulking studs’ manhoods looked like. Constant imagery of long and thick cock bombarded me, the musk from the hidden bitchbreakers driving me more and more insane. Everything about them entranced me, the way I imagined them swinging to and fro, the thought of them angrily reaching full throbbing erection, their fat nuts churning with jizz eager to claim my womb as their own personal breeding grounds. It was beyond my ability to resist, that incomparable masculinity demanding I submit. So much so that libido finally overcame even my automatic actions. My shield and sword clanged to the ground and my hands rose, the universal symbol of surrender. No sooner had I lifted my white flag did the lead of the pair pin my arms to the wall. Fuuuuck, he loomed over me and trillions of possibilities instantly swam through my completely lust doped mind. Please please please ravish me right here and now, god do I want it, no, *need it*. I could see his manhood rising to full bore, fuck it was even more than I had hoped. Obsidian black, as thick and long as my arm at least, traced with a handful of veins supplying it with immeasurable power, heavy hanging balls that looked to be the size of medicine balls *at leaast*. Take me, bend me over, make me your woman, ruin me for every other cock, hhnnngggg fuuuuuuck. I need it PLEASE. *Fill me with your fucking brats daddy~*

	My promised ravaging was short-lived however. The two hunks were in the beginnings of taking me carnally when a sound of something like a soft implosion. Even in my addled state I could recognize the sound of teleportation. The minotaur parted ways for the fourth guest to join the huddle, still keeping me pinned to the wall that they might get a good look at me. A short rabbit woman, at least relative to the other three individuals, wearing a simple tunic and skirt of starry pattern with a classically styled wizard’s hat to match stepped forwards from the gloom and smirked like she had just found something highly amusing. This must be the dungeon’s current master.

“Mmmff, this body of yours is even lewder than I imagined. You look like a sow in heat, eager to be bred and put to rut. Though given how things have gone up til now, ‘look like’ is probably an understatement, heheheh~.” She cupped one of my tits in one hand, marveling at its size, like a watermelon when put next to her. “I see you’ve found my minions to be quite agreeable given your current state. I can’t blame you, a body like this really is meant for one thing, and that’s being *used* and *taken advantage of*” she punctuated her decree by grabbing both of my breasts by the nipple and yanking hard, eliciting a much louder than I anticipated moan as I squirmed under the stimulation. “excellent reaction, slut, seems like you’re ready for my main event~. You two, follow me, we’re heading to my workshop and I think the cow bitch here would appreciate your physical prowess for the trip.”

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	I don’t remember how long it took us to reach the dungeon master’s lair. The continual sensory bombardment of overwhelming masculinity had fried my brain beyond such concepts as time and distance. All I remember is finally walking across a threshold into a room filled with crystal apparatuses, magic circles, burning incense, jars of fluid beyond my ken. All that mattered to me is that the twin bovine behemoths had taken me to the center of the room, standing each at a flank to me while the rabbit woman tinkered with something out of my view.

“Alright! I think we’re just about ready to get started. You may be wondering why I brought you here, Anzu. Or you might not, your higher functions broiled in musk~. Either way allow me to enlighten you to your new task here. This room here has been specially prepared for you, see? I’ve taken the liberty of hijacking your sos signal, and when I give the word it’ll restart its transmission. The fun part, however, is that these crystals are set to broadcast your every action down here alongside it, right to the guild that holds you in such esteem~. The incense will help set the mood for you, and the lotions and lubes are free for you to do with as you please. Now I’ll leave you three to get down to what comes natural~.”

	And with that the rabbit mage strolled out of the room, and the loud clank behind her as the door closed told me there was no getting out of here.

	The comination of the musk, the incense, everything up until this point finally hit its breaking point in my head. I NEEDED these two bulls to make me their sow, oh god did I need it BAD. Screw the guild, I’d been gallivanting through dungeons in this insane get up, looking like a blow up doll for everyone to jerk their shit to while I was doing actual dangerous work! Well now it was my turn! I NEED this, for me, right here right now and fuck the consequences. 

	A snap of my fingers was all it took, and the pitiful amount of armor that had been protecting my barest modesty sloughed off like it was never secured to begin with. All that remained between a collective 5 feet of thick, throbbing, juicy *cock* was the thong tightly strung across my dripping pussy, flossing its way down then up the deep valley of my ass and returning to settle on my hips. No defenses at all, *just the way I wanted it*.

	Strutting to the nearest bottle of lotion, uncorking it and slathering it on my body, glistening in the low light as the cool air met my hot body, steaming like a beast in rut, the powerful curves and muscle that made up my sexbomb features shining like I’d just been prepped for a porn shoot. Tits dripping oil, the thick areola ending in nipples erect like pencil erasers, wide hips with an dumptruck ass to match sashaying towards my prizes, adonis arms and legs ready to be put to use servicing these pinnacles of fertility. I needed them. I needed them more than I had ever needed anything. I needed them to ravage me. I needed them to utterly rape and pillage everything about me. I needed them to breed me like a mare put to stud. I needed them to FUCKING BREED ME. I needed them to *MAKE ME THEIR WOMAN*.

“So boys, who wants to go first~”

	The minotaur responded as if on cue, their orders finally allowing them to submit to their base urges, striding over to me instantly as they each grabbed a rough handful of oiled up bitchmeat. “Ahhhn~ so big and strong~.” They wasted no time groping and teasing me fingers jamming themselves in my wet holes, kneading my body aggressively without a thought, hungrily taking their own pleasure from my submissive frame. My libido crested, hot fire boiling in my womanhood as frigid shivers ran up my spine from every pillaging and plundering movement of their hands.

	It wasn’t long before their own bodies began to react to the aphrodisiac incense, sweat and musk wafting off their steaming hot bodies, powerful muscle slick with hot moisture, but more importantly their towering pillars of cock flesh began to rise to full mast. Monstrously thick dicks assaulting me from both sides, spearing themselves between my tits and ass, rigid as iron and hot as magma, balls *throbbing* with swimmers eager to unleash a flood of virility right into my most precious place. I had no recourse but to accept their summons, and with glee began twerking and titfucking these paragons of masculinity, twin womb despoilers rendered in deepest black obsidian beef.

“That’s right daddy~, I’m all yours, every~ last~ inch of me~”

	The invitation worked its magic, and now the rutting could truly commence. The minotaur wasted no time upon being given their signal to conquer me. Picking me up and bending me over between them, one massive cock thrusting itself between my thighs, crushing my quivering cunt against its impossibly hot and thick mass. ***Fuck*** I could just picture it, slammed true with one thrust and molding my pussy to its dimensions instantly, making me exclusively for his use. The other shoved itself up through my tits and mushed itself on my face, the overpowering musk scrambling my brain even further. I was no longer the number one hero of the adventurer’s guild, I was a sow eager to be bred by her waiting studs. I hoped whoever was watching enjoyed the show~.

	While a regular man might’ve taken their time to indulge in some foreplay, jerking themselves off with my tits and thighs, these brutes took the direct route, and in one single stroke plunged both of their ungodly dicks directly into my waiting holes. Thrusting in and out with zero regard for any feedbacck or input I could possibly offer. Glucks and Shlorps echoing through the room. And yet, I loved it, craved it. I wrapped my arms around the front beast’s tree trunk core and hooked my legs behind the knees of the rear’s legs. I had ascended to my true role, a glorified onahole for beast cock, a ready and willing receptacle for rutting. My throat stretched, my nostrils assaulted with the heady scent of raw maleness as cock fucked my mouth without reprieve. My womb ached, my cervix french kissed by the flare of my new lover’s breeding meat over and over again, smashing my love button with his balls with every full force balls deep thrust. I could *feel* my ovaries dispensing their precious cargo, eager for my biological imperative to be fulfilled by these true stallions. I was at my limit, I was no longer myself, I was theirs.

“*GLRGH, GLRRSH, FHUCKINGG CUHHM INH MEEEEEEEE*”

	And they gratefully obliged. Twinned motions they buried themselves in me to the hilt one final time, their heavy hanging nutsacks *lurching* upwards as they emptied their virile payloads in massive torrents. My mouth flooded instantly with molten thick ball sludge, the salty taste overwhelming every sense at once, leaving only its potent essence as the single thing my neurons could fire about, each thudding beat of his rod dumping more and more down mmy gullet as I brainlessly glugged each and every bit down, eyes crossed in abject pleasure. And as for my tail end, my uterus was given one final intense smooch right to its lips, the brute’s cum orbs likewise jumping to pound my clit as he pumped his fertile nut gunk directly into my womb, filling it to the brim with his rapacious swimmers, each rushing up my fallopian tubes eager to assault my defenseless ovum, twisting themselves around them as they speared into their membranes with glee. My body surrendering to my broodmare fate down to the cellular level, alpha male minotaur genes exerting themselves over my own, eggs quickened with the my rapist’s brats, gleefully implanting themselves ready to grow into a next generation to carry on their sire’s legacy.

	Yet as I was unceremoniously removed from the twin pikes of cockflesh, only two thoughts played across the final sparks of what used to be my mind. 

“I hope the guild enjoyed the show.”

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“Ready for round two, boys?~”