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“You’re not going to pay me...” Moneybags said, as he looked at the dragon. “Is that what you are saying?”

Spyro was no longer a little twerp who had to look up to look Moneybags in the eye. He was the one who dwarfed the bear now. However, even so, he now felt like he was still as small as a hatchling as the bear looked at him with those hard eyes.

“Hey, it’s not like I don’t want to pay, is that I can’t.” Spyro said to him, as the bear continue to glare at him. Today was the last day of Spyro’s time limit to pay the gems he owed Moneybags due to his last purchases. Spyro just couldn’t make the gems to pay him back.

Not with the crazy interests that Moneybags was charging due to “late fees”.

Now, if you think that Spyro could just ignore the bear and go on with his life pretending the debt didn’t existed, think again. Spyro could be a hero and a star, but he was still subject to the laws, like any other dragon. If he failed to pay what Moneybags was demanding of him, then he would be subject to legal action. He could even go to jail.

And that was something that Spyro didn’t wanted.

“Look, there isn’t a way for us to solve this?” Spyro said to the bear. “I’ll do anything you want, dude.”

The bear looked at him for a few moments.

“Anything?” Moneybags asked, then he smirked. “Well, in that case...”

He then pulled something from behind the counter. It was a contract, and he told that Spyro’s debts would be all waved if he just signed it.

Spyro didn’t even had to think, as he signed it on the spot. That was when the bear, grinning as wide as a shark, pulled something else from behind the counter. An object that Spyro recognized, even if the last time he saw it was several years ago.

“Wait, ain’t that Ripto’s scepter?” Spyro asked, and Moneybgs said:

“Yes. Yes it is.”

He pointed it to Spyro, the tip of the scepter glowing and released a wave of green energy into the dragon before he could react.

Spyro’s arms went limp, and his expression went slack, as his eyes changed from their natural color to a deep green...

Many months later...

Spyro was working. He was always working those days, with no weekends no holidays. He was working for Moneybags, his “Papa Bear”.

So what if he was in the middle of the street? A client was a client. Even if he was a gnorc. If he had a dick and he paid for it, Spyro would do it, getting on his knees before him and sucking him off, and then turning around and lifting his tail for a good fucking.

The adult dragon would even moan and beg for the dick if the client asked for it. This was his job, after all. He no longer was the hero of the realms, he was just a cheap slut who serviced anyone who paid.

Needless to say, his friends were all disheartened for seeing Spyro being reduced to this, but they had no saying in the matter.

The contract Spyro signed nearly a year ago was one in which Spyro surrendered his free will and his body to Moneybags completely in exchange for being forgiven for his debts. This meant there was nothing they could do. They could not interfere with Spyro, and they could not break the spell the bear placed on him to brainwash him without facing serious legal repercussions.

Spyro was Moneybags’, and the bear could do to him as he wanted. This meant, of course, pimping him out and making a serious buck by making the former hero of the realms sell his body to his former enemies, all of them aching to have a go at the hero.

Spyro would take it all with a smile on his face, and then he would go back to Papa Bear’s home with the earnings of the day, and Moneybags would happily receive the bag of gems and count them while telling his purple slut he had done a good job.

“Now, go clean yourself and get all dolled up.” Moneybags said to the purple dragon. “Gnasty Gnorc will be here in an hour, and I want you to be ready for him.”

Spyro obeyed, as he showered, and then went to his bedroom to put something nice. Five minutes later, Spyro came back wearing a miniskirt, a tank-top, fishnets and a frilly pair of pink lacey panties. And he had a lot of make up on his face, making him look like a cheap whore.

Well, that was what he was now, wasn’t it?

And soon, his client arrived. Gnasty smirked as he saw Spyro like this. His green eyes making it clear that the dragon was under a spell that drained any and all free will. The dragon was pretty much a breathing fuckdoll at this point, and Gnasty was eager to plow this doll into submission.

So, as he gave his huge bag of gems to the purple whore’s bear pimp, he was allowed to leave with an arm around Spyro’s waist, and the slut of a dragon would gladly follow him, ready to give the king of gnorcs the wonderful night of fun that he paid for.

And tomorrow, he would be back to Papa Bear and he would go back to offering service to males on the street. Always charging whatever the clients were comfortable with paying, and doing anything for them in exchange for their money, never refusing service from any client and always bringing back the money to Papa Bear at the end of the day, for Moneybags to tell him what a good little whore he was.

This if the tale of how Spyro the Dragon, turned into Spyro the Slut Dragon.

Moral of the story: never sign a contract without reading it first...

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Hiss would not be spending his life in jail like those two idiots. He was far too smart for that. He was probably the smartest of them all. And he had a skill neither of them had.

Hiss’ father could be a cheap, cheating drunkard who mistreated him and his mother a for as long as he lived, but the snake would forever be grateful that he inherited his eyes. Those wondrous eyes that could produce whirlpools of color that would cause anyone how looked at them for long enough to be completely under his sway.

Even King Richard the Lionheart.

Hiss never dared to use his unique skill against anyone of royal blood, due to fear of repercussions, until the day that brat John ordered him to control his brother to send him to a crusade to leave the throne vacant.

Having others under his sway has always given a thrill to Hiss. Nothing could compare to the thrill he had when he had someone so powerful under his control. He just needed to look on his eyes for a minute and Richard was his to do as he pleased.

He was supposed to just plant the command for Richard to go on the crusade, but he also took some... liberties with the noble king.

“King Richard...” Hiss said, as the king was leaving from a visit to see how his brother and co-conspirators were doing with their sentence. “I believe you should take me for a private meeting.”

As soon as Hiss said those words, the lion king stopped dead on his tracks, and remained still for a few moments, before ordering Hiss to be freed from his shackles and escorted back to the palace for this private meeting, much to the surprise and confusion of his guards, who ended following his instructions anyway.

Hiss was so glad that he had planted this extra instruction on Richard, the one that he would heed to any suggestion that Hiss gave him if the snake used the words “I believe” before making the suggestion.

This helped him get back into the castle for this meeting he wanted to have.

“I believe we should go to your bedroom, where we will have all the privacy we need.” Hiss said to Richard once they were in the castle. Richard, naturally, did as suggested, and guided Hiss all the way to his private bedchamber, fully restored and refurnished after that fateful fire.

“I believe we should both take out our clothes to be more comfortable.” Hiss said. This time Richard hesitated only for a moment, before he followed Hiss’ instructions and removed his clothes, staying now only on his linen underwear as hiss was naked as the day he came out of the egg after being allowed to remove that dreadful prison uniform.

Stripes were definitely not a good look on him.

“Now...” Hiss said, “Look into my eyes, sire. Don’t look away now. Don’t blink. Just look into my eyes.”

Hiss said, and that was when his eyes started changing. Richard didn’t notice what was going on as he stared into those whirlpools of pretty colors. His own eyes starting to change to mimic the changing colors of Hiss’ eyes. Richard was falling deeper and deeper into his trance with each passing second, and soon he would be in very deep.

One minute was all it took, and Richard was his’.

The snake got more and more excited, as he hadn’t been since the one night when he first hypnotized the lion into doing as he wanted.

“Now, sire.” Hiss said, approaching Richard’s smiling face and flicking his tongue over his nose. “I want you to relax for me. Just relax and listen to the sound of my voice. Like a good kitten.”

As Hiss hissed those words on Richard’s ear, the tip of his tail slid inside the lion’s underwear, and he coiled it around the lion’s flaccid furry member and to rub it, causing the lion to purr and shiver as he was molested by the snake, all the while smiling like an idiot as Hiss continued to hiss honeyed words on his ear.

Richard was purring like a kitten as he was molested by the snake, and then he mewled as the snake stopped just as he was about to cum. Hiss retreated his tail from Richard’s underwear, which was now tenting obscenely with his hard penis, throbbing with each beat of the lion’s heart.

“Not yet, kitten.” Hiss said, “you know the rules. You only get to cum after I do.”

With that said, Hiss laid back on the bed, revealing that his hemipenis had come out of his genital slid, where it safely stayed inside most of the time. His twin members were in full view now, exposed for the hypnotized lion to see.

“Now, if you want to cum, you better service me, my liege. Chop-chop.” Hiss said in a patronizing way, and Richard, on the state he was in, could do nothing more than to obey Hiss’ command.

He did want to cum, after all.

Hiss sighed and relaxed in bed as Richard started servicing his dicks with his mouth. That mouth was still as heavenly as on the first time they did it. That sandpapery tongue felt great on his members, and the king certainly knew how to suck a dick.

He clearly had some experience with this. Made you wonder if the rumors going around were all true...

Hiss would enjoy this. With his unique skills, he could enjoy it every day, as long as he took a time everyday to look the king on the eyes. He could come back to the castle and live as his advisor for the rest of his days.

He could also get John and the Sheriff out of jail as well but, let’s be honest, he had no reason to do it at all. Why would he when those two idiots only caused him trouble. Well, maybe he could consider letting the Sheriff out, he was actually a nice company, and could be useful as well, as long as that stubbornness of his’ could be dealt with, what would be easy for someone with Hiss’ skills.

The sky was the limit for someone with Hiss’ abilities, if he played his cards right.

However, that was for later.

Now he would just enjoy this kitten’s mouth on his dicks.

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“Okay, dogs!” the red dragon said as he broke through the glass window of the hideout. “All of you put your hands in the... air?”

Jake had changed since he was fourteen. He was a college-age student now. A proud student of the Magic Academy Saint Daggos, a place for all magical creatures around his age to go and study all they need to know to become responsible adults that would be let out in the world to take their rightful place on the magic world.

Age was on his twenties, what meant that he was old enough to drink and to go to strip-clubs. However, he refrained from doing both of those things. The former because he didn’t liked the taste of alcohol, and the latter because he knew it would incur the wrath of his fiancé, Rose.

He was, however, an adult. What meant he was old enough to see the scene developing on that room as he came inside.

Jake had been investigating a string of disappearances of magic creatures, all of them around his age and all males. His investigation brought him to a certain shady place where he came to believe the missing creatures were being kept hostage, hence why he broke the window in order to rescue all of the prisoners.

Well, the missing magical dudes were all there, like he suspected, but they didn’t quite looked like prisoners. Not the orcs on the corner who were putting on stockings and applying girly makeup to their faces. Not the elf on the corner who was wearing a harness and a jockstrap of red leather. And certainly not the were-hyena, now in “furry mode” who was eagerly sucking on the cock of a hobgoblin on a suit wearing nothing more than an obscenely small pink thong, with a dildo buzzing on his tailhole.

Said hobgoblin continued to fuck the muzzle of the hyena-boy, seemingly unaware that Jake was in there, while the AmDragon could only look in shock, before covering his eyes in childish embarrassment.

“Dudes! What the hell!?”

The hob continued what he was doing, until he cummed down the hyena’s muzzle, and then he finally addressed Jake.

“Ah, the American Dragon in my humble establishment, what an honor.” He said, turning to the dragon. “Not to mention a golden opportunity. You see, I bet a lot of my patrons would love the chance to seeing you among my employees.”

Jake had a few choice words to this creep, and he was ready to say all of them, when the hob pulled something from inside of his suit, an amulet with the form of a dragon’s head and a giant ruby on the center. He pointed it at Jake, right when the dragon made the terrible mistake of uncovering his eyes so he could look at the creep, and a red light shone from it right on the dragon’s face...

Three weeks later

“And now, ladies and gentleman!” Said a loud booming voice, catching the attention of everyone inside of the club. All of the patrons sitting on the tables turning their eyes away from the club and from the staff, which were all males wearing very skimpy clothing.

“The Magi-hot Club is proud to present it’s star once more! You know him, you love him, and you would certainly love to take him home with you! Give a round of applause to the American Dragon!”

The crowd did applaud as a familiar figure walked on stage in front of everyone. Jake was on his dragon form, as he rarely went back to human form anymore. He was wearing a harness of black leather on his body, as well as cuffs on his wrists and ankles. A metal ring around the base of his dick, now constantly erect, kept the harness anchored to his body. He also wore a leather mask on his face, which did little to actually hide his identity. Neither did it hid the fact that his eyes were not constantly glowing red.

As Jake walked on stage, an upbeat music started to play, and the dragon wasted no time starting to dance. He flapped his wings as he jumped between the three poles prepared on the stage. As he did, he stroke one pose after the other, gyrating and thrusting his hips, causing his cock to bounce around for the crowd’s enjoyment. He shook his money-maker as he would occasionally lift his tail to give everyone a gorgeous view of the butt-plug that he had crammed on his tailhole, which was vibrating right against his prostate.

As the music progressed, Jake even reached for the butt-plug and pulled it out, revealing his slick and slightly-gaping tailhole to the public, who applauded even harder.

Then, in came a few elves. They placed a ball-gag on Jake, tied his wings with leather straps and tided the cuffs of his wrists behind his back and attached a spreader bar to the ones on his ankles.

Jake, now in bondage, only had his tail free, which he used to grab something one of the elves offered him.

Grasping as the base of the ogre-sized dildo with his tail, Jake positioned it with the tip right on his tailhole. The dildo was pre-lubed, and that, coupled with the weeks of practice, allowed him to easily slide the monstrous fake phallus up his tailhole.

Jake moaned, as he leaned forward and stuck his butt out, allowing the crowd to have a wondrous view of how the American Dragon fucked himself with the dildo. The club was going wild with catcalls and applause, a lot of the patrons were already throwing money on the stage, as the dragon in full bondage continued to shake his hips with the music as he sodomized himself with the dildo held by his tail.

Eventually, Jake would cum, spilling his semen on the ground, and this caused the crowd to erupt in cheers as they saw this noble hero spilling his shame all over the stage of this dubious underground strip-club for their enjoyment.

All the while, the owner of the club, a hobgoblin in a suit and with a dragon amulet hanging from his neck, smirked. He adjusted his hard dick inside of his pants, as he could not wait to fuck that dragon’s brains out on his office as soon as he was out of the stage...

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Bodi was certainly living his dream of being a Rockstar. Well, an apprentice Rockstar, but it was a beginning, right?

He could still not believe that he was learning everything that there was to learn about being a true star from Angus Scattergoat himself. The feline star certainly proving to be a good teacher to his new student, who drank from his words and lessons thirstily as he was eager to one day be as great as the cat himself.

“You still have a long way to go, though.” Angus made sure to remind Bodi, “But you are definitely on the right track. You got both the talent and the heart for it, now you just have to learn all the ropes. This is where I come in.”

Bodi nodded as he heard the lessons from his teacher, knowing that there was no one better to teach him. After all, Angus was still producing successful songs, while Bodi still struggled to write at least one that was decent enough. He had just finished another one, and this one seemed pretty good, on his humble opinion.

He hoped that Angus would like it.

And he did.

“Nicely done, Bodi my boy.” Angus said, as he read over the song. “This melody seems amazing, and the lyrics are pure fire! You certainly did it again.”

Bodi’s tail wagged as he heard that. He had done it. He was so glad he had finally... wait, “again”?

“This song will certainly be a hit.” Angus said, “It will certainly make me even more famous when I launch it on my next album.”

For a moment, Bodi thought that Angus meant they would record it together and launch as a team, but it soon became clear to him that Angus planned to record and launch it all by himself.

As his own song.

“But I was the one who wrote it!” Bodi protested. Angus only looked at him, smirking.

“I know you did, boy.” Angus did, “And I’m thankful for this. Just like I’m thankful for all of the other songs you have written since you came to my house six months ago.”

All the... other songs? What?

Before Bodi could protest, Angus reached for his guitar and he started stringing a melody in it. It sounded like a ballad, from the way that Angus played it, and it was one of the most beautiful songs that Bodi had ever listed... no, it was THE most beautiful song that Bodi ever listened.

So pretty. So ethereal. So... entrancing.

As he heard that music, all of that thoughts started to leave Bodi’s mind, his arms going slack by the sides of his body, as his mouth opened in a dumb smile and his eyes went vacant, staring at the void as his tongue lolled out and he started to droll.

Angus had produced a lot of things as a musician. However, some of his best melodies were the ones that were never relased anywhere.

Angus was a genius of the music. Otherwise, how he would have found out that, strumming together a series of cords on the right sequence and timing, would be able to resonate with the brains of certain species and put them in a state similar to the one Bodi was in now?

Only a true genius would have found that out.

And only a genius would find a way to use it to his advantage.

Minutes later, Angus was sitting on his chair, once more passing through the new song that Bodi had written and seeing that it was the best one yet. Once he got it recorded, he would be releasing it along with all the others on his great come back album. His fame would be soaring to new heights, and it was all thanks to his talented new student/personal cock-sucker.

“You are going to make me even more rich and famous, Bodi.” Angus said, as he looked away from the song to look down at Bodi. The boy had, under his commands, stripped down to his briefs, and he was not eagerly sucking the cat’s cock. The vacant look still on his eyes as he slobbered all over the cat’s dick, sucking it like a piece of candy.

“Keep going like that and you and I will have a wonderful lasting friendship...” Angus said, “Now, continue sucking me off until I cum, and be sure not to spill it.” He commanded, petting the dog’s hair and ruffling his fur. “Then, you will turn around and let me fuck that cute little butt of yours. Then, when I’m done, you will put back your clothes, go back to your bedroom, forget everything that happened and everything about this new song you composed, and you will start working on the next one. This time, try to make is an upbeat song about victory and success against all odds. It will be the perfect finishing track for my new album...”

Bodi muttered something in answer. It was hard to understand with the cock still on his mouth, but it sounded a lot like “yes sir”, and that was enough for Angus, who just sat back and relaxed as he enjoyed that dog’s mouth on his dick. He was never a fan of dogs himself, but he had to admit that Bodi was one of the best he ever met, for he not only could suck dick like a pro, but could also compose some of the best songs Angus had ever seen.

That puppy was a keeper, that was for sure, and Angus would be sure to keep him around for a long time...

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The turian won the battle with the krogan.

Even though the krogan were more natural-born warriors, they didn’t stand a chance against the superior technological advancements of the turians. They were not ready for what the turians would be ditching on them next.

Originally, the turians had considered the use of a bio-weapon that they came to name “genophage”, which would attack on the krogans capacity to reproduce and dwindle their numbers to non-existence. However, this idea was ultimately discharged when a certain clan of the turian community pointed out that the krogan, with their strength and resilience, could be quite... useful for their community.

So, they instead developed another option. A few captured krogans were taken in for studies, and the turian scientists worked tirelessly in mapping their brains, studying their brainwaves and the functioning of their nervous systems and, ultimately, found a way to interfere with the functioning of their brains.

Such technologies had always be seen with mistrust, but the turian government authorized its use on their enemies. From this, a special technology was developed. By using a combination of electromagnetic waves and electric signals into the krogan brain, it was possible to rewritte their brainwaves, allowing one to completely rewrite their minds to their liking, altering memories and personality as they pleased.

This was a turning point on turian society, for it allowed them to achieve an spectacular victory over the krogan population and, in the process, gain a new resource that would be very important for their society: krogan slave workers.

Most societies of the galaxy looked down on slavery, including the recently joined humans. However, there was little that could be done. Humans joined in too late, and by now over ninety percent of the krogan population had been brainwashed into absolute obedience and slavery by their turian lords. Their personalities altered to rid them of their free will, their natural aggressiveness and pride reduced to nearly nothing to make them tame and submissive.

The krogan fell from the strong warriors they were to nothing more than obedient drones to turian. All save for a few tribes and rebel groups that still delved on their homeplanet, most of them just trying to survive, while some of them still plotted their revenge against the turian.

Among then were Urdnot, a clan of krogan who managed to escape slavery and were now the greatest rebel opposition force to the turian empire.

That is, they were before two of their most important members, Wrex and Grunt, were captured by the turian forces while trying to sabotage a complex.

The two krogan had attempted to kill themselves, but they were stopped by the turian forces, and immediately brought to the nearest slave station. In there, Wrex and Grunt, who were stripped of their armors until they wore only their undergarments, were strapped to chairs, both of them vainly trying to break their bonds and escape.

Before them stood captain Garrus Vakarrian, with his hands behind his back as he oversaw the process. The poor krogans could do nothing as helmets were placed on their heads. They continued to spit all curses they knew at the turian, saying that their god Uzin would destroy all of them for what they did to their proud race.

However, they quickly went silence as the process started.

The helmets emmited electricity and waves straight into their brains, interfering with the bio-electricity of their nervous systems. Those signals, precisely timed, were able to rewrite their thought patterns completely, changing their minds to the most basic level. Removing their rebelliousness. Taking away their honor and pride on themselves as a species. Inserting fear and obedience towards the turian kind.

The whole process should have taken less than ten minutes, but for the two krogna, it felt like an eternity.

The process was completed, and the helmets were removed, the two krogans blinking as they looked around, seemingly confused, before they eyes focused on Garrus, who they both recognized as a high-ranking turian officer.

“Who do you serve, krogans?” Garrus asked them, his voice passing authority as he made that question. Wrex and Grunt both had meek expressions as they lowered their heads and said:

“We serve the turian empire.”

Garrus nodded, and he snapped his fingers. The straps were removed, and the krogan were soon on their knees before Garrus, bowing deeply to him in a sign of respect and submission. Neither of them daring to even lift their heads to look at him unless they had permission.

Just like good slaves.

Garrus then proceeded to ask a series of questions to them regarding their clan, as well as other rebels clans they had knowledge of. Wrex and Grunt answered them all with all honesty of the world. They felt bad for betraying their comrades, but neither of them would dare to try and lie to a turian master. Especially one as high up as a captain of the army.

Once all of the questions had been answered, Garrus nodded at the two, and he gave the soldiers instructions to transmit all of the information to the troops.

“You two, follow me.” Garrus said to the krogan, who followed behind him on all fours like wild animals. Slaves should not stand on two legs unless given permission.

Garrus led them both to his private quarters, where he announced that, from there on, the two would be his personal slaves. The two could only bow their heads in obedience at the will of their new master.

Garrus then proceeded to undress himself and demand his two slaves to worship him. The two did as commaned, as Wrex went behind Garrus and started to lick his asshole, while Grunt stood in front of him, sucking his hard dick.

This was not sex. No, sex was an act between two partners. Slaves were property. They were objects that a man could use as he saw fit. Those krogans were now slaves. They were Garrus’ slaves, and the turian was merely using his property to please himself, just like many other turian of the empire did.

And he would be using his two new slaves a lot from there on...

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Reginald only wanted to be loved.

Ever since he turned himself into this half-bird, half-plant creature, he was shunned by everyone around him, all of them considering his new form to be disgusting.

He didn’t care about money or fame or power. Heck, he didn’t even care about helping the world anymore. All he wanted was for someone who would accept and love him the way he was and be by his side.

He thought he had gotten it in Posey, his sentient potato creature, but she turned to be more dangerous than he ever anticipated. Especially when those idiots decided to use her as a source of income. He had no choice but to end her, freeing everyone, including Posey herself.

She had been the closest thing he had of love ever since his transformation, and her end meant he was back to his miserable, lonely existence. He fell into despair.

However, the one who saved him from despair was no other than Darkwing Duck.

On a shown of compassion worthy of a real hero, Darkwing comforted him over his loss of Posey, and told him that, despite how he looked, he was a wonderful person, who had many amazing qualities, and that he was worthy of being loved, and that he should never let anyone else tell him the opposite.

That was the first time since someone had said such kind words to him since he turned into what he was today, and Reginald Bushroot was completely at loss for words at the kindness of the hero.

The type of kindness that he had craved since his life became so lonely.

The type of kindness that he would expect from a mate.

The plant doctor had been so keen on creating a companion for himself that he didn’t considered that this perfect companion could already exist, just waiting out there for him to find them.

And he did.

Darkwing Duck was his perfect companion. The kindness he showed was proof enough of it.

Strange, the doctor never before imagined himself thinking of a male that way. However, there he was, thinking of how Darkwing Duck had been so kind to him, and now thinking of all of his positive qualities, and seeing them in a light he never did before.

He was in love with the hero duck.

And, one night, many months later, when he crossed paths with Darkwing during a night patrol, he confessed his feelings for him, hoping, praying, that the duck you feel the same way.

It went as one would have expected.

I mean, what are you to even say when a plant-guy confesses that he loves you? Darkwing certainly didn’t knew. Heck, he hardly ever even got ladies making confessions to him!

Darkwing did what he thought was the sensible thing, and turned Bushroot down on the kindest way possible, saying that he could certainly find someone other than Darkwing.

Bushroot, however, was completely infatuated with Darkwing, and he wanted no one else. And, already predicting that this could be a possible outcome, the doctor had prepared something for Darkwing.

Bushroot materialized a flower. A beautiful, pinkish flower, which sprouted right from the palm of his hand, and presented it to Darkwing Duck.

Thinking this was just a traditional wooing tactic, Darkwing felt even more awkward, as he mentioned how pretty the flower was and leaned forward to smell it. Only for the flower to spill a cloud of pollen right on his face.

Darkwing coughed and sneezed as the pollen entered his nostrils and his lungs. From there, it went all the way up to his brain, where it affected the neurochemistry of it, affecting his mind. His thoughts.

Darkwing found his mind becoming fuzzier and fuzzier. He looked at Bushroot, and the plant-bird looked back at him with caring eyes, and confessed his love once more.

This was... such a touching and romantic confession. The most romantic Darkwing ever heard! And those words were for him of all people!

He almost felt like crying.

He stammered a bit, finding it hard to form words, for some reason, but he eventually managed to let it out a “I love you too” to Bushroot.

“Please...” The plant-man said to Darkwing, as he gently cupped his face with his green hands. “Call me Reginald, my love.”

And he leaned in and kissed the duck. Darkwing’s whole body shivered as if electricity was passing through it, as he melted into the kiss, kissing Reginald back and soon their tongues were dancing agains each other, as the hero and villain, both touch-starved after a long time without romantic intimate contact, started to get aroused.

It was a good thing that it was so late at night, and there was no one to see what they were doing. They made love then and there, on that rooftop, with Darkwing removing his clothes for his lover, as he explored more and more of his body, caressing nad kissing it, and creating roots and hands from his body to pleasure his new lover, who could only quack and moan as he was so tenderly touched by Reginald.

Reginald then took the duck. Darkwing had never been penetrated before, especially not by a dick that looked like an actual eggplant, but he loved the experience, the altered state of his mind from the pollen turning all of it all the more pleasurable.

Eventually, after the deed was consummated, Darkwing Duck removed his mask, revealing his secret identity of Drake Mallard to Reginald, before they both lost themselves in another ardent kiss of passion.

It was only three days later when someone found Darkwing Duck’s clothes laying on the roof of that building, all of them left behind by the hero, who was nowhere to be found.

Darkwing Duck was never saw again. He was gone, as Drake Mallard had found something much better to do than to jump between roofs as a vigilante. He was now too busy being a loving housewife for his dear Reginald, and he was happy by his side than he had ever been...

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Batzz had really had it though. Being sentenced to not only be a cleaner for the Dragon World, but also to being a public-use slut to all of the horny male dragons who wanted to use him. As a way to “make up for his misdeeds of the past”, or some other shit that the Dragon World Council spat out when ditching out his sentence.

Over half of those old farts came to “make use” of him at least twice a week.

They probably thought that it would be enough to break Batzz spirit, and make sure he would give up any and all ideas of taking over the Dragon World.

They completely underestimated the resolve and ambition of Demon Lord Dragon Batzz.

He didn’t became one of the most fearsome and powerful warlords his world has ever known by being so easily broken.

He became so by being strong. And clever.

There were some advantages on being a cleaner. Most other dragons didn’t paid attention to you (at least not until it was the time for the other half of your sentence), and you got access to all kinds of places on the Dragon World.

For example, the forbidden library that contained all of the forbidden tomes of sorcery and magic that were ever written by dragons’ hands...

“Let me go!” Drum Bunker Dragon said, as he squirmed on the grasp of the two dragons of his own clan. “Let me go right now! I’m ordering you to let me go, dammit! I am your leader!”

“Wrong, Drum.” Said a voice, and Drum looked forward, and seeing Batzz in there, still wearing those obscenely small shorts. This time, however, he was the one standing proud before the smaller dragon. “I am their leader now. Haven’t you saw the markings on their foreheads?”

Batzz was referring to the markings that the two dragons holding Drum, previously his personal bodyguards, now had on their foreheads. It was Batzz’s mark, glowing in a neon shade of red, as well as their eyes.

“What you think you are doing, Batzz!?” Drum demanded. “What have you done to my men!?”

“Just a little something I learned from the Draconimux Arcana. Wrote by a certain Qinus Axia Dragonwizard. I believe you know him?” Batzz explained to drum. That was when his claw started to glow. “Would you like me to demonstrate how it works.”

“Y-you can’t do this!” Drum said, as the glowing claw approached his face. “T-the Council won’t let this slide! They will lock you up again! No! No! Stop! Please! NonononoOOOOOOWWWAAAAAARGH!”

Drum’s pleading turned into a wail, as Batzz’s glowing claw touched the center of his forehead, pouring power and magic into his victim, as a glowing mark was tattooed on Drum’s forehead and his eyes changed color.

It took only thirty seconds, and as soon as it was done, Drum had stopped wailing, and now he was limp on the arms of the dragons holding him. Batzz’s mark had been imprinted on his forehead.

“Drum Bunker Dragon.” Batzz said, “Look at me.”

Drum obeyed, lifting his gaze to look at Batzz.

“You know who I am?”

Drum took a second to answer, and then he said.

“You are my master.”

Batzz smirked, and ordered the two of them to let him go. Drum fell to his knees before Batzz, bowing his head respectfully.

“Are you devoted to me, Drum Bunker Dragon?” Batzz asked, to what Drum asked.

“Yes, I am, Master.”

“Will you obey my commands, whatever they may be?”

“Yes, I will, Master.”

“Will you fight in my name and carry my will to the best of your capacities?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Will you remain loyal to me until the day you die?”

“Yes, Master. I’d die for you gladly.”

Batzz got down on a knee, placing a finger on Drum’s chin and making him lift his face to look at him.

“Do you love me?”

Drum looked at him and answered, with all honesty of the world:

“Yes I do, Master. More than anyone else in the universe...”

Batzz smirked, and he got up on his feet.

“Then prove it.” Batzz said to him, opening his shorts and exposing his slit to Drum. “Worship me, my slave.”

Drum did without hesitation. He leaned over, and ran his tongue all over Batzz slit, pleasuring his master and slowly causing his member to become hard under Drum’s ministrations. Batzz, on his end, greatly enjoyed it.

“Ohh, yes...” Batzz said, as he reached out to grasp Drum’s hair, “Just like that, suck that cock, you slut.” He spoke the very same words that Drum, so many times, for over two years, said to him on the times he and those two idiots came to use Batzz. Oh, how good it felt to finally change the tables on that arrogant brat...

Batzz fucked Drum’s muzzle mercilessly, causing the younger and smaller dragon to choke around his dick so much it seemed he was actually going to suffocate, but Batzz showed no mercy for Drum, only slapping his cheek when he ordered him to “suck hard, slut”.

Eventully, however, Batzz pulled out before he could cum, and instead ordered Drum to “turn around and lift his tail for him”. Drum obeyed without question, as he turned around, bent over and presented his tailhole for breeding. Batzz wasted no time in shoving his cock all the way in and pounding at Drum with reckless abandon, making the dragon let out cries of pain which slowly turned into moans of pleasure, as his prostate was pounded by Batzz’s huge dick. Drum was soon begging Batzz, his master, for more, and the Demon Lord Dragon was happy to concede.

Drum came first, as he spilled his load all over the floor, causing his tailhole to clench around Batzz’s cock, and the Demon Dragon roared as he filled Drum to the brim.

After this, Batzz pulled out, and Drum was, once more, back on his knees before him, sucking Batzz’s cock clean. Meanwhile, Drum’s former bodyguards were behind him, lapping at the cum that leaked out of his tailhole.

Batzz, on his end, could only smirk in satisfaction as he looked at the three of them. They were his’s now, as his mark on their foreheads now clearly showed.

And soon, all of the other dragons of Dragon World would bear his mark.

Starting with the members of the Dragon Council...

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Life went on after Sombra’s end. With the death of the tyrant, the ponies of the Crystal Empire could finally breathe in easy.

They could finally leave the past behind and focus on the future that laid ahead of them. They could finally look forward to brighter futures with their new rulers, Candance and Shining Armor, leading them with righteousness and kindness.

Sombra’s shadow was finally lift from their lives for good.

However, you know the saying: “the devil’s greatest trick was the convince the world he didn’t existed”.

Sombra was not one to be defeated easily. He managed to survive for the longest time as a literal shadow of himself. Did those fools really thought that being turned into crystal and shattered would be enough for Sombra to cease to exist?

Did they thought it would be enough to get rid of him?

Oh, they were in for a surprise.

Sombra’s grudge and hatred were too great to end with his death. The evil tyrant unicorn’s resolve to rule was too great to die. Sombra would not accept the embrace of the void and give up the kingdom that was rightfully his’. He would come back to reclaim what belonged to him and him alone.

The Crystal Empire would be ruled by him once more.

However, while not having been enough to end him, the destruction of his physical body was more than just a little nuisance.

Hard to sit on a throne when you had no body of your own...

Sombra would need a new one. And he already had one in mind.

As a specter, Sombra found it so easy to get into the Crystal Palace and find his way to the bedchambers that were once his’. Security was very lax, proving that those fools really believed themselves to be safe and that they had nothing to worry about. Oh, how they would come to regret their own lenience...

As his formless shade lurked into the bedchambers, now filled with all manners of useless and overly-feminine decorations, he quickly caught sight of the two usurpers who took his kingdom from him.

The Princess of Love was sleeping on the bed, enjoying a peaceful and pleasant sleep, as the smile on her face showed how sweet her dreams were. And, snuggling with her was no other than her consort, Shining Armor.

Sombra glared at the two with hatred. If he had a body, he would have destroyed the two at that very moment. However, he didn’t had neither a body nor the needed power. He needed to proceed with his plan.

So, as they both slept soundly, Sombra made his move.

As Shining Armor breathed softly, Sombra’s smoke-like form made its way inside of his mouth and nostrils, entering his body and making him cough a little.

Soon, Shining Armor was groaning softly and moving away from Candance. He was laying on his back now, shaking his head as his peaceful expression frowned.

The dream he had been having until now suddenly morphed into a nightmare. His wife, whom he had been having a peaceful picnic in a flower field, suddenly morphed on the familiar form of Sombra, who towered over Shining, his eyes glowing as he glared into Shining’s eyes, before lunging forward and locking their lips into a kiss.

Shining groaned on his sleep, as his dick slowly got hard between his legs.

Inside of his dream, Shining was pinned to the ground by Sombra, as the soft grass beneath them turned into rock terrain. Shining tried to squirm, but chains materialized on his hooves and around his neck, and Sombra was the one holding the chains on his own hoof. He made Shining bow to him, and then shoved his dick on his mouth, forcing the consort prince to suck him off.

Then, he made Shining Armor turn around and present for him and proceeded to breed him. Shining tried to resist it. He tried to deny it and remain firm on his feelings for Candance, but he could not resist the sheer vileness that was exuded by Sombra. The tyrant’s own hedonistic nature rubbing off on Shining as he tried to resist, and the chains holding Shining Armor down got stronger and stronger as Sombra defiled him inside his own mind.

Meanwhile, on the real world, Shining’s groans turned into soft moans, as his cock was now hard and leaking pre, as his hips thrusted upwards and he humped the air. Then, as the Sombra inside of the dream cummed into his tailhole, filling him to the brim, Shining’s dick flared and spilled his load, which rained all over the sleeping unicorn himself.

Once the orgasm died down, Shining sighed and slumped on the bed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he went back to having a peaceful sleep, a smile on his face as he rested.

On the following morning, Candance woke up to her husband kissing her neck and face, as smile on his face as he gave her good morning and told her how beautiful she was and how lucky he was for having her as his wife.

She smiled and went to get ready for another morning ruling over the Crystal Empire. Shining watched her depart with a smile on his face.

As soon as she was out of sight, however, his calm and loving smile turned into a wicked smirk, as his eyes turned green and red. She didn’t suspect a thing.

Sombra would bid his time, and he would continue to play the role of the kind and righteous consort prince for Candance as he waited for his chance to take back his kingdom. All the while, the real Shining Armor would be inside of him, locked away into his own body, unable to do anything but watch as Sombra used his body. Chained so he could not move the body by himself, gagged so he could not speak, only a powerless passenger as Sombra controlled everything.

And he would also make a good toy to play with and torment as Sombra proceeded with his plan...

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Mappy was a dedicated cop. He was a person who truly lived to do his best and to perform his job the best he could. This was because of his strong sense of duty and to his determination to fight for justice at all costs. This was what made him an excellent cop.

His own boss said that to him multiple times, as he congratulated Mappy for all the times he managed to stop Goro’s henchmen from stealing from the city’s museums and banks. However, Mappy knew that he was still miles away from actually managing to put a stop to Goro’s criminal activities, which were deep ingrained in the city.

However, he would not stop, and he would continue to fight for justice in any he could and he would not rest until Goro’s empire had broken down and the criminal had been put behind bars.

That was what he told to his boss, who seemed happy for hearing this.

“In that case, you will probably need this.” He said, handing a box to Mappy. “It is a new experimental uniform that has just been developed by our labs, and it just needed a volunteer to test it in the field. And you just happens to be out best candidate Mappy. You will be wearing it for your shifts from now on. Now go on and put it on.”

Needless to say, Mappy felt honoredfor this chance to test a new uniform. Soon, Mappy was going to the dressing rooms, which were empty now that everyone else was on patrol, and he opened the box to find out a... latex suit?

It did felt like latex, as Mappy noticed how stretching it was and how rubbery it felt on his fingers. It looked like a one-piece bodysuit made entirely of indigo latex, with the police department’s badge on left pectoral, shoulders and the... crotch area...

Honestly, it kind of looked something that people would wear in one of those latex fetish parties. Had the boss given him the right box?

Well, Mappy decided to try the uniform. He soon found out how snug it was. In fact, it was so snug that, to be able to fit it on his body, Mappy had to take off even his underwear, and wear only that suit and nothing more.

It felt strange on his body. For a moment it felt like it was moving. Crawling over his skin as it it was feeling his body. For a moment, it became even snugger on him, before becoming super comfortable on him. Mappy shivered as he felt that substance against his bare fur, his privates in particular. His face became pinkish with a blush as he felt the latex suit hugging his body in the comfiest way he ever imagined Latex could be.

Then, Mappy took out the other item of his clothing, a helmet with the police symbol on the forehead and a visor with translucent pink lenses.

As soon as Mappy placed it on his head, he felt the thing strapping itself to his head, fitting in as snuggly as the suit Mappy was wearing. Letters appeared before his vision.

USER DETECTED. BIOLOGY SCANNED. USER: MAPPY. POLICE OFFICER. MOUSE.

INITIATING PROGRAMMING.

Mappy then felt the suit acting up again. This time, it stiffened. Mappy could feel his entire body going rigid, with him being forced in an upright position, as if he was standing in attention, and Mappy could not move out from it.

“H-hey!” Mappy said, finding out that he could not move a muscle. “W-what’s going on!?” He tried to squirm, but he could not even squirm with how much the suit was forcing him into that position. “H-help! Someone help me! My new uniform is malfunctioning!”

“Oh, it is not malfunctioning, my dear Mappy.” Said a voice that Mappy recognized instantly. Another thing appeared before his eyes, an image generated by the visors of his helmet. It was Goro, standing there as if right in front of Mappy, a huge smirk on his face.

“I have to say, Mappy, you managed to be a big thorn on my side.” Goro said as the mouse was too shocked to react. “Big enough that I had to resort to this. Well, it is not as if you could actually pose a threat to my business, but that determination of yours is pretty annoying. So, I decided to just get you out of my way. Now, normally I would just send someone to your house and have them tie your feet to a rock and toss you in the bay, but you are lucky you are so cute. I have decided it is better to keep someone like you. After all, only because I have the police chief on my payroll, doesn’t means I cannot have a cute little cop like you under my sway, ain’t that right? Well, enough of talking, let’s just get this over with.”

Goro’s image disappeared, and now Mappy was assaulted by flashing lights from the lenses of his visor. At the same time, the helmed released a focused electric current on Mappy’s brain, as a voice whispered on his ears.

“Submit. Submit. Goro is your boss. Goro is your master. You obey Goro. You serve Goro. You follow his orders. You adore Goro. You worship Goro. Goro is your GOD. Submit. Submit. Goro is your boss...”

One week later…

Goro was sitting on his chair on his office, looking through some papers and documents, when the door opened. In came Mappy, wearing his full uniform, suit and helmet, and stood in attention before Goro.

“The rival gang that was brewing on the east side of town has been dealt with, Master Goro.” Mappy said as he saluted the cat. “They have all been prosecuted and sent to prison. They will no longer be any problem to you, sir!”

Goro smiled.

“And their boss?”

“Tied up, gagged, dressed in cement shoes and tossed on the bay, sir!” Mappy said, “I oversaw everything myself.”

“Good boy, Mappy.” Goro said, walking around the desk and standing before Mappy, and then he opened the fly of his pants. “As a reward, you get to give me a blowjob with that cute mouth of yours.”

“Thank you sir! You are too kind to me!”

“I know I am.” Goro said, as Mappy walked to him, kneeled and immediately took Goro’s dick on his mouth, sucking as the cat purred.

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Funny how life can turn around, right?

Blitz was so sick and tired of none of the other Rovers giving him any respect. They all treated him like a loser, like a joke. Especially Colleen and Hunter. Oh, how those two got on his nerves. Cracking jokes at him, laughing at his expenses, making fun of his plans of one day being the team’s leader.

Why couldn’t they see how amazing he was!? Why couldn’t they see he was the best Rover of them all!? Man, it just made Blitz so angry...

Blitz wanted one chance. Just one chance to get them and to make them obey his every command. Starting with Hunter, Mr. Perfect Good Boy who was the leader of the team and who made fun of Blitz on every chance he got.

And his chance eventually came, when they stopped yet another one of Savo’s plans to take over the world with an army of evil dogs. The guy has been very active lately. No problem for the Road Rovers, they managed to destroy that machine he was building and frustrate his plans before he could put any of them on actual use.

Well, Blitz was the main responsible for the stopping of the mad scientist evil plan. After all, he was the one who tore through the machine with his super claws and teeth before he could active it. But the others gave him any credit, or at least a “good job, Blitz, you’re amazing”? Of course not!

Man, it was just so frustrating to be the butt of all of their jokes! Blitz even forgot to tell them about that machine he found on Savo’s lab, which was basically a small, pocket version of that big machine that Blitz destroyed himself.

He would have forgotten all about it completely, was not for Hunter coming to him to have a talk to him.

As it turns out, Hunter came there to tell Blitz what a good job he made destroying the machine, and that they could not have saved the world without his help. This made Blitz happy, that at once someone was recognizing his greatness. He even remembered the machine and took it from his bag to show to Hunter and brag, when Hunter said:

“Well, I guess this only proves that even the dumbest dog can make a good trick, right?”

This single statement made Blitz’s blood boil.

“Oh, yeah!?” Blitz growled at him, as he held the machine. “Well, you are the dumbest dog in this room, and I wish you’d just admit it already!”

At that moment, the machine on Blitz hand whirred to life, and emitted focused soundwaves, with a whistling noise. Those soundwaves were focused right on Hunter, who was powerless as they washed over him, and his expression went slack, his arms falling limp to the sides of his body.

“I am the dumbest dog on this room...” Hunter said, his voice as vacant as his expression. Blitz blinked, and looked at Hunter, who kept that vacant expression on his face.

“Hunter?” Blitz asked, looking at him. “Hunter, pal? You there? Hello?”

Blitz looked at him, and Hunter still said nothing.

“Hunter, answer me! Are you hearing me!?” Blitz blurted out, and the machine once more stirred to life, sending another round of soundwaves at Hunter, who then answered.

“Yes, I can hear you.” Hunter finally answered, and Blitz blinked, looking down at the machine.

Slowly, the cogs on Blitz’s head started to spin, as he started to understand what was going on.

“Hunter.” Blitz said, taking the machine closer to his muzzle. “Get on all fours, now.”

One round of soundwaves later, and then Hunter was on all fours before Blitz, like a feral dog. That was when Blitz understood.

This machine... was some kind of sound-based mind control beam! Kind of like a training dog whistle!

That was how Savo planned to take over the world! He was going to sound this noise over the all of Earth and put all dogs of the planet under his control! So devious...

And now Blitz has a miniature version of the machine... and it worked perfectly on Hunter.

Now, any other member of the Rovers would have tried to find a way to snap Hunter out of it and then turn the machine to the others for them to decide what to do about it together.

However, Blitz was not like the others. And he was not on the mood for include them at anything.

Actually, he had a few ideas.

He spent the next ten minutes giving orders to Hunter through the machine. Firstly, having him strip from his clothes until he was wearing only that pair of white briefs. Then he gave him orders like “sit”, “roll over”, “play dead”, and “beg”. Hunter obeyed every single one of the orders Blitz gave. He even obeyed Blitz’s commands to say out loud that Blitz was the better dog and that he was the true leader of the Rovers.

It didn’t took long for Blitz to realize that he could implant orders on Hunter’s brain with the machine, and soon Hunter was actually behaving as if Blitz was his leader. His alpha.

“I’m so sorry for disrespecting you, sir!” Hunter said, bowing his head to him. “What can I do to show how sorry I am?”

Blitz smirked, and soon he was removing his clothes. Until he was just on his jockstrap.

“You can start by worshipping me, pup.” Blitz said, and Hunter didn’t protested, as he started to worship Blitz. He licked and kissed his feet, his legs, his chest, his biceps. Eventually, he made his way to Blitz’s crotch, and he was soon worshipping Blitz’s dick, and soon he was taking it on his mouth and sucking.

Blitz growled as he was serviced by Hunter, and soon he was grabbing his hears and using them to fuck Hunter’s muzzle, while the poor lab only whimpered and took it like a good little bitch, and he swallowed all of Blitz’s load.

“Good bitch...” Blitz said, as Hunter continued to softly suck his cock. Just like the other members of the team soon would...