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The Tyrant's Heart

There is something to be said that there's no honor amongst thieves. No matter how much you trust your comrades, you're both vying for the best loot in your excursions, and the people you deal with are less than savory. Having a trustworthy fence is almost as rare as goddess tears, and the goddess's tears ran dry for this world eons ago. That being said, Caleb and Julian had that childhood bond that helped them navigate the typical pitfalls most of their…let's say “collogues" fell for. Sure, Julian was a bit reckless, but Caleb's level head was able to keep his black panther friend from crossing the line into something that would get them both killed. Julian would be the stealthier of the two, working in the shadows while Caleb researched the leads that Julian came to him with. The two had become quite adept at sifting the truth from gossip, and they needed to be with how crowded their profession was getting.

Famine and war had torn the country to pieces, multiple city states and lords rose as new countries and kings as the infrastructure of the old world crumbled. The crown had lost all meaning in the way of stability, now the monarchy was a gasping wretch in its death throws, looking for any way to cling to a golden age that was quickly slipping through its fingers. Bad for the masses, but great for the black market. Typically guarded tombs were now easy pickings, wanted posters and bounties from the crown meant nothing if the coffers to pay them were famously empty, and criminals of any standing could waltz the royal road with little more than a pebble in their shoe, let alone the crown guard giving them any resistance.

Yes, the beautiful rotting corpse of the kingdom was on display for the scavengers of society to pick clean, and every day more of that carcass was exposed. It did make it more difficult to negotiate with fences with how much business they had on their hands, but that also meant every king wannabe and bleeding heart republic wanted a slice of the former kingdom's treasures. And how would these diplomats-to-be keep their hands clean and prevent all-out war amongst these scrambling monarchies? Why, by employing thieves and brigands to work in the shadows of course.

Plenty of rewards for ancient artefacts and legendary weapons filled the black market's postings. Desperate green despots trying to find a magical edge that would help win them supremacy once all the crowns and heads were done rolling. The problem with advertising in the black market though, was that anyone with the means to read was also given a tip as to where to look for said items and treasuries. These new rulers had no idea how to truly navigate the detestable ins and outs of the black market, and it showed with how so many of the bounties and rewards were left unanswered, or how many of the temples and shrines that were depicted in their listings were ransacked long before a willing mercenary was willing to pick up the job for scraps.

That's where being an arcane trickster came in handy. Julian was able to use his illusion magic to sneak in and view postings before they went public, getting the drop on most finds before they went to market. With Caleb's scrying abilities as a sorcerer they were quickly able to compile lists of active catches. They weren't the first crew to go diving in the Tomb of the Ancient Kings, but they were the first to make it out alive, picking what they could off of corpses along the way. Luckily for them, the big beast that was bound in the deepest part of the tomb had been slain, the previous adventurer succumbing to their injuries and leaving the big payday behind with their bodies as they met the goddess's embrace.

Caleb and Julian made it back to the inn, their valuables hidden well enough on their person.

“You sure you got this?" Caleb asked Julian, the sabertooth tiger hunching over.

“You're seriously going to ask me that? Sheesh! Yee of little faith," the black panther chuckled before snapping his fingers, his illusion magic tarnishing up their leather armor and leaving various stains of blood on their clothes. “Watch and learn."

The two entered the inn, the place built into the hillside, the stone flooring giving way to wooden paneling. The main room was just starting to fill up with adventurers, men of questionable means all gathering to drink their worries away and eat a hot meal. Julian hobbled forward, a fake limp making the twisted angle of his boot look more believable.

“Please," Julian gasped as he stumbled up to the counter, making sure to be seen, but not make a scene. “Please, can you let us stay the night?"

The burly badger behind the bar lifted a brow.

“No money, no vacancy. Get out if you're just going to bleed on my floor. I'm sure the gutter could use a corpse or two."

“Please, we don't have any gold left over," Julian pleaded in hushed tones. Just loud enough for people to hear if they truly wished to. “We lost everything trying to raid that damned tomb."

“You and half the people who clamber through my door," the badger grunted, leaning in with his good eye, the other a milky white. “We going to have a problem?"

“I…" Julian bit his lower lip and huffed. “I don't have money, but…I have this…" Julian pulled a golden ring form his pocket. It was a simple band that he had polished on their way back from the tomb, making it glint in the dancing fire light.

“Julian," Caleb put his hand on the Panther's shoulder, but the panther winced, sucking in his breath in fake pain. Julian was a master at deceit. “You can't, that was your wife's."

“Well she's dead, what do you care," Julian spat his line out perfectly, the pain in his voice believable. “What can this get us? Can it get us a couple of rooms? Maybe a meal?"

Julian was laying the desperation on thick. He wanted the inn keeper to believe he had them by the short and curlies. The badger picked up the ring and brought it to his good eye. He rubbed the stubble on his chin before a sly grin broke his lips.

“It's enough to get you a single room and maybe a pint of stew," the badger let the gold gleam in his good eye. “But first, let me make sure it's good."

“Good?" Julian asked. “What do you mean good? It's my dead wife's ring."

“Yeah, and I got the left nut of the king in me back pocket," the badger lifted the ring up to his mouth and bit on it, testing the metal, and a rune etched onto his fang glowed. It was dispelling magic to remove any illusions. When he pulled the ring back it was the same as it was before. He simply gave a little nod. “Fine, one night's stay and one meal for the both o' you lad's to share. Sound like a deal?"

Julian grit his teeth. Anyone with eyes could tell that ring was valuable and could easily fetch a week's worth of time at the inn, but that was the point. Why would successful tomb raiders settle for a lowball price when they could afford to go elsewhere?

“Julian," Caleb came forward, concern in his voice. He was getting to be a better liar these days.

“Fine," Julian grunted. “Where's the room?"

“Upstairs, second on the left. Feel free to draw yourself a bath and lick your wounds. Be out by high noon or I'll kick you out myself." The badger snagged an old iron key from beneath the bar and handed it to Caleb. “Don't expect any special treatment. This ain't no infirmary."

“We get it," Caleb growled before turning to Julian. “Come on Julian, let me help you."

“I can do it—AH blast it all!" Julian stumbled, his leg bent at an odd angle as he put his weight on his other leg. “Fuck me."

“Julian!" Caleb quickly got under his friend and held him up. “Come on, one step at a time."

The two made their way up the stairs, their shame on display for all to see as they hobbled up to the next floor. As soon as they were in their room and the door closed, Julian walked forward normally, the blood and stains vanishing from their armor.

“Fuck, nice performance if I do say so myself," Julian chuckled, pulling a couple pouches from beneath his cloak and a dinner roll he had stolen from someone's plate as they made their way by.

“No one will think twice about the two idiots who got themselves beaten to shit in the old tomb," Caleb smirked. “We can at least rest here for tonight while you mourn the loss of your wife."

“That old bitch!" Julian chuckled. “She was as good a lay as she was real."

“Oh really?" Caleb smirked as he pulled out his own hidden pouches. “I heard you were as good in the sack as she was."

“Fuck you," Julian rolled his golden cat eyes as he started to pull his armor off. It was basic leathers to keep him protected and stealthy. He threw his cape down and got down to nothing but his trousers and undershirt. “Fuck, it feels nice to finally get that shit off. God, it rubs me the wrong way sometimes. First thing we're going to get is some new damn armor."

Caleb had left most of his robes on, removing his cowl and boots to get relaxed. He was going to be assessing the finds they got so he wanted the extra wards in case anything was cursed. He had dumped out his pouches, various rings, bracelets and baubles magnitudes more valuable than the ring they just pawned off clattered to the floor. Julian threw some wood into the fire place and lit it up with a fire bolt, the room being illuminated by more than just the dying light of dusk.

“Okay, I'll get to work on what I got here, you let me know if you feel anything odd," Caleb said as he picked up a ring, his fingers tingling with magic and assessing if it was cursed. The way magic resonated with certain objects made it easy to tell if they were cursed or not. All metals and jewels reacted to magic with a unique hum, while curses clunked against the vibrations, trying to hold their magical alignment and rebuking any other magic around them. So far he wasn't running into any odd resonance or cursed objects. That meant that the metals and gems were legitimate and they weren't cursed. I guess it made sense, why would you curse them when the former crown used to keep tombs so heavily guarded?

“The big item the lord wanted was the Tyrant's Heart, right? You find it yet?" Julian asked as he sorted through his piles on the bed.

“Not yet," Caleb answered as he inspected a sapphire bracelet. “The Tyrant's Heart is supposed to be a specific gem, but it was set into new jewelry from royal to royal. Apparently it had been enchanted several times to change color to match the specific noble's tastes. There's no telling exactly what piece it could be."

“Sure," Julian slipped a ring on to see how it looked on his finger, marveling at the emerald in the dancing fire light. “How would we know if we found the right one again?"

“Well, it's magical in nature, and it's got a skill syphon ability, so something that's seated in power? Alchemically that could be a triangle, or I guess a sun and moon?"

“Uh hu," Julian came over to Caleb, putting his hand on the sabertooth's shoulder and inspecting the small horde of treasure. “What do you got over here?"

“So far I haven't been able to find anything that matches any description, but at least nothing's…cursed…" Caleb felt a sudden wave of weakness roll over him. “I…I thought I didn't find anything…at least…did I just trigger a curse?"

Caleb blinked as he felt his robes shifting on him, bunching up in strange places and curling up towards his wrists. He shook his head and thought maybe it was an illusion, but no, his robes were getting larger…wait…no…he was getting smaller!

A deep and lusty growl rolled through Julian.

“Winner, winner, Turkarian dinner!" Julian smiled, his fingers flexing on Caleb's shoulder, a light crimson glow emanating from his claws.

“What the fuck!" Caleb slapped the hand away, his body already quite diminished. For a sorcerer, Caleb was quite the bulky guy, just above six feet, but now he looked like your typical wizard. Scrawny with his robes fluttering around him loosely. Hell, he looked like he was a young adult that hadn't fully grown into his father's clothes!

The sabertooth spun around to see that Julian's entire body had a ruby glow. He was wearing dozens of pieces he had absconded from the tomb. Gold, silver, and gems of every color flashed on his fingers, hung form his neck and ears, even a broken tiara rested upon his brow. Despite the amount of jewels he was wearing, one stood out. It was a ruby pendant on his neck, a crimson sphere held inside a golden cradle making it look like an upturned eye. It glowed with the same aura that encompassed Julian, his body shuddering, his form flexing as he grew, getting larger and larger, his body expanding. Julian used to be a few inches shorter than the sabertooth, but now he was nearly half a foot taller than him. The panther inched upwards, the rings on his fingers shifting and falling off as he grew, the golden bands on his wrists and biceps moving away from one another to allow the muscle and definition to emerge from them. Thick cords of power lashed onto the panther's neck, that gem riding up to rest in the crook of his collar bone, his pecs pushing out his shirt and causing it to ride up and expose his midriff.

“What the hell Julian!" Caleb's voice was higher than before, clearly any mass he lost was finding purchase on Julian's frame.

“Rein in your horses, Caleb," Julian chuckled, bouncing his pecs, his voice deeper and more commanding. “It was the quickest way to find the damn thing. Besides, you can't argue with the fact that I look amazing with all this size on me."

Julian emphasized his point by doing a double bicep pose, the rings on his fingers clinking as the powerful peaks of power shifted the golden bands on his arms.

“But…" Caleb felt a deep betrayal in his bones. He agreed this probably saved them several hours, if not days searching for the correct piece, but it was also the most reckless.

“Don't start your winching now," Julian rolled his eyes. “I'll let you use the gem too. I just wanted to make sure it worked first."

“Seriously! Why didn't you let me just assess them! What if the damn thing only works once?" Caleb huffed.

“Well, one easy way to find out," Julian licked his chops and gripped Caleb by his shirt and lifted him off the ground.

“What? No! Stop—" Caleb was suddenly silenced as Julian slapped his free hand over his muzzle.

“Quiet you little runt," Julian growled. “You want the whole tavern to hear you downstairs…oh…oh fuuuuuck that feels good."

Julian rumbled, his body glowing red as Caleb's form started to dwindle. Little pulse after pulse ran from Caleb into Julian, the panther's muscles flexing, audibly crunching before flexing larger, his bones cracking wetly and expanding. Julian's foot paws rolled across the floor, each toe getting thicker and stronger, his pecs rounding out further, his nipples pointing down as they expanded, a powerful vein rand down each bicep, splitting the peaks as he inched upward, his powerful mass getting larger. Julian was looking less like an arcane trickster and more of an off duty barbarian with how that mass piled onto him.

And Caleb felt every one of those pulses pulling from deep inside him, making him weaker, smaller, and less significant by the second. Just when he felt like he had nothing left to give, Julian let him go. Caleb fell to the floor, grunting in pain, his voice much higher than before.

“Fuck, why did you drop me like that?" Caleb's voice was thin and light, almost like it was just on the side after puberty and was just settling into a more adult tone. Even with his voice as it was, the cowlicks on the crown of his head barely crested four feet.

“Shit, didn't realize how, Mff! How big I was. I didn't think I was, oh fuck, dropping you from so…mmmm! High up…shit this feels so fucking good." Julian groaned, his jaw getting thicker as powerful saber teeth emerged from his maw, his golden eyes glowing a demonic crimson before settling into his new form. “Fuck, I feel like a fucking god!"

Despite the boiling annoyance in his heart, Caleb couldn't help but feel his dick twitch in his now oversized trousers. The sabertooth black panther stood proudly, his clothes straining and stitches popping to accommodate his mass and size. That's when Caleb noticed Julian's sabertooth fangs emerging from his lusty snarl. Caleb licked his upper row of teeth only to come up two sabertooth blades short. It was like he was some young twink who hadn't grown into his bite yet.

“Well fuck me, if I'm not a fucking sexy beast," Julian flexed his biceps, a singular gold bracelet cracking in half and falling to the floor as he did so. “I ain't going to have any problem pulling some serious tail anymore, now am I? Then again, I never had a problem sewing my wild oats." Julian emphasized his statement by keeping one arm flexed and gripping his package with his augmented hand.

And what a package it was.

That hefty sack looked like a duo of plums and a thick sausage, the straining of that fabric showing the barbs on that soft panther cock. Julian was sex on legs and he knew it, but that was also all of Caleb's sex appeal helping elevate him to that level of hot. The toxic mix of jealousy and burning need to fall to his knees and serve were roiling in the diminished sabertooth's gut.

“You going to say anything, Shrimp?" Julian rumbled out a lusty chuckle. “Cat got your tongue?"

“I…" Fear synched Caleb's throat, it sucked the moisture from his maw, his grievances died on his tongue as soon as he looked into Julian's eyes. At first the sabertooth thought this was one of Julian's bad pranks, that there was a playful element to all this where Julian would give his size back. That maybe the black panther was just giving him the business. But, those golden orbs were now filled with a lusty power, a corruption that soured the usual happy go lucky panther's expression into something far more sinister and condescending. What he said was a dare, a challenge for Caleb to demand his size back, to try and assert any type of control over the beastly man before him. Caleb could feel his resolve withering, his confidence and self-worth had shriveled up with his size. He wanted to say something, tell Julian to quit fucking around and demand he give back what he took, but something deep in his bones told him to bow down, to shrink away, to grovel and beg for forgiveness for being so weak. Julian was in charge, he was the Alpha in the room, he was the leader of the pride now…

In the end, Caleb looked away, fighting back the tears that stung his eyes.

“Quit being such a little bitch about it," Julian smirked sitting on the bed, the mattress and frame groaning from his weight. “It's not like you won't get your turn with it."

A sudden shadow played across Julian's muzzle, a sneer at the thought of sharing the power casted a dark gleam over his expression, but he quickly hid it with a soft smile.

“I just wanted to have my turn first," Julian smirked, licking his lips. “Better I test it out than our sorcerer who could dispel any curses, right? Not any different than any other jobs, huh? 'Julian go disarm that trap.' 'Julian, cover me while I cast.' 'Julian, you go ahead and do all the heavy lifting while I safely use spells from behind.' Well, if I'm going to be the one in the front, why don't we lead from the front," Julian lifted his foot paw and used his powerful toes to force Caleb to look him in the eyes. “Now, why don't you go downstairs and fetch yourself a meal. I'm sure with that cute little ass and those kitten eyes, you could rope in a serious haul."

Caleb knew Julian long enough to know when he was lying, but this was something else. It was like he didn't feel the need to be convincing, that Caleb would just believe what he said was the absolute truth. Something was wrong. Julian was using him, sure, but Julian wouldn't ever betray and hurt him like this, not in a permanent way. Caleb knew something was wrong, but didn't know if it was because one of the other pieces were cursed, if the Tyrant's Heart itself was twisting him, or if Julian was just giving into a lust for power. Either way, the situation didn't bode well. Without the proper wards, a curse could spread, and if it was the magic itself changing Julian, Caleb didn't have the resources to combat a barbarian in close quarters, and if it was just Julian, then there was no telling how far his friend would go. This wouldn't be the first time he high jacked an artifact for personal gain, but it he usually let him in on it.

Regardless, he needed to get that pendent.

“What are you waiting for?" Julian cocked a brow, a red glow circling his golden eyes like some golden disk eclipsing a crimson star. “Go."

Julian growled out that last word and pushed with his toes. The sudden movement smacked Caleb's throat and forced him to fall backwards. The sabertooth mewled in pain, an embarrassing blush creeping across Caleb's muzzle as he stood up and dusted his clothes off.

“Don't keep me waiting," Julian growled lustfully, his eyes glaring at the diminished kitten.

“I'll be…back…" Caleb fought to say anything as he synched his clothes up, his drawstrings puling his clothes up and into place.

“Be quick about it," Julian gave a demanding growl, his voice hungry as he licked his new sabertooth fangs.

Caleb couldn't get out of the room fast enough. Suddenly that deathly grip on his heart was gone. He felt like he could breathe. Was Julian exuding some sort of aura or illusion magic? If he was, the sabertooth didn't notice. Either way, he needed to come up with a plan to get the tyrant's heart back. He was still the one with the proper fence for the rest of their find, so he had that over Julian at least. Sure, power was nice, but power didn't keep your belly full or your desire for wine and sex satiated. No, he knew Julian's vices well enough. If he had any money he could get a drink for him and maybe slip him some sleeping potion, but the aforementioned problem of not having the gold to do so threw that plan out the window. He could cast sleep, but their injuries were fake. Julian would need to be weakened in order for that to work.

Caleb bit his thumb claw as he went down into the tavern, the world so much larger than it was before. His lower stature made everything so disorientating, but Julian wasn't wrong about one thing. He was a cute little piece of ass. Caleb could already see several people eyeing him from around the tavern. People who thought they could force themselves on him looked to be licking their chops already, but Caleb knew better than to let them take advantage. He needed someone who thought they could handle him, but still be large enough a meal to satisfy Julian's needs.

“Hey there little one," a deep rumbling voice said from beside him.

Caleb blinked, he was so lost in thought trying to pick the right guy that he didn't even notice his approach. He turned to see a massive, furry set of abdominals. Thick grizzly fur covered a barreled chest and mounting biceps. The brown bear stood there, his arms crossed as he grinned down at the little kitten that didn't even reach his nips.

He would do.

“Hi," Caleb's voice cracked before he shook his head. He didn't know how to flirt coyly, but he'd have to give it a shot. “I um…hello."

“You know, it ain't safe for a cute little thing like yourself to be all alone in a place like this," the grizzly rumbled, a cocky grin on his muzzle. “You know, if you want, I can be your protection."

“I don't have any money," Caleb chuckled, putting his hands up.

“You wouldn't pay me in money," the grizzly rumbled, leaning forward, his barbarian greaves straining on his powerful legs, his massive ax on his back glinting in the lowlight. “You got a room upstairs, don't ya?"

“I…um…I do," Caleb pushed his claws together. This was going way too easy. Surely this guy intended to do nefarious things to a small, naïve adventurer. If he played the part though, this would be a very easy way to fulfill the first part of his plan. Then again, this guy was gigantic! What if Julian got too big and Caleb couldn't fight him off no matter how hard he tried? Not to mention he hadn't come up with a real plan just yet.

“Then how about this," The bear put his meaty paw on Caleb's shoulder. “You let me have your bed, and you can rest assured no one is going to give you any trouble with me in the room."

“Oh," Caleb smiled, maybe he wasn't as dirty as he thought.

“Then again, that bed would be awfully lonely without a nice piece of ass keeping me warm," the grizzly smacked the tiger's tight buns, making him give a little yip.

“Oh my," Caleb's eyes were wide. Guess he was just a dirty jerk looking to fuck some stupid adventure out of house and home. Either way, it worked for him. Still though, he didn't know exactly how he would regain control of the situation.

Then again, this guy was very large. The time it would take for Julian to take all that size might give him just enough time to think of a plan.

“I…sure," Caleb put on his best sexy eyes, his back arching, his tail wagging. “I think we can, um, figure something out."

“Grrr fuck yeah we can," the grizzly growled lustfully. “Come on. Let me show you just how well a barbarian can rut."

Caleb didn't even need to walk up the stairs, the grizzly gripped him by his scruff and started hauling him up like he was a sack of potatoes slung over his shoulder. Instantly, his instinct was to go rigid and let himself be carried. It was mortifying! Julian would die a thousand deaths for this! But first he needed to save the dumbass from himself.

“Which one's yours?" He grunted.

“The second on the left," Caleb answered, a twinge of fear rolling up his spine. He knew that Julian wouldn't let this guy harm him, but it was the situation itself that made him uneasy. He didn't feel like he was so much playing a part as much as the part was being forced upon him.

The bear grunted, snorting to say he understood and kicked the door open before tossing Caleb into the room.

“Take your fucking clothes off, kitten! I'm going to show you the best night of your fucking life." He swaggered into the room, dipping down beneath the doorway to fit in, but as soon as he was, Julian slammed the door. He was stealthing in the corner, a serious feat considering how large the panther loomed.

“What the fuck?" The grizzly spun around only for Julian to pounce. The panther's eyes were glowing red already as he gave a deep snarl, knocking the bear to the floor and pinning him.

“Give it to me! More!" Julian's eyes were wild like a beast's, his maw dripping with drool as he hissed before breathing in. Red energy curled off the grizzly and into Julian's maw. It twinkled and coiled up into his obsidian fur wherever he touched the bear as well, but he looked to be consuming his size one hissing gulp at a time.

It was hard to tell because they were fighting, but Caleb thought that Julian was larger to begin with. They were both considerably tall, but Julian seemed to have a couple inches on him, just not as much bulk.

But that was quickly changing.

The grizzly tried to shout, but his voice was lost in that hissing suck, curling up into the glowing red mist that wafted off him. His crazy muscles softened while Julian's bulk flexed, his veins pushing to the top and pulsing with red energy. Pulse by gulping pulse ran through Julian, each maw full sending a rippling wave over his body, causing it to crunch and expand, wetly grinding muscle flexing before fighting with the rest of his mass for space on his expanding frame.

“Submit to me," Julian snarled, his eyes glowing, powerful rays digging into the grizzly's own eyes and staining them red. His chocolate brown eyes tried to close, but the light almost forced him to keep them open. “You're mine now you fucking bitch. Submit to your fucking King."

The grizzly gave a bear grunt. It was weak and trailed off into a little whimper and moan. He relaxed and Julian took advantage, pinning him beneath him and gulping down more size.

“Yes!" Julian snarled between pulses. “Yes, you're mine!"

Caleb watched as those eyes continued to dig into the grizzly, his jaw hanging open. That was almost like a primitive version of a hypnotic pattern. How the hells did he manage to cast something like that? Even Caleb couldn't cast something like that. This magic was something else.

“That's right," Julian rumbled, his voice getting deeper, his hands getting larger, his frame stacking wider, his shirt splitting down the back to reveal the powerful tectonic plates of power that were his back. “That's fucking right. You're all mine now. Get on the bed and present yourself to your new fucking king."

Julian's eyes turned back to their golden disks with their ruby circlet as he arched back up and did a double bicep pose, the action shredding his sleeves and making it fall to the ground. Luckily he had ditched the rest of the jewelry from before, but that didn't make his chest any less magnificent. His pecs were flexed with his pose, his powerful eight pack and thunderous oblique's were pulsing larger, deeper cuts, and more powerful by the second. He inched upwards, even kneeling as he was, Caleb was sure Julian was taller than him standing.

“I thought the plan was to let me have him?" Caleb spoke up, trying to see if there was any sense of Julian still in that skull.

“Well, plans fucking change," Julian purred. “Besides, he was way too big for you. What you going to do about it runt? Cry?" He bounced his pecs before showing off his tricep. “You always thought you were smarter than me, always dismissing my plans and acting like you're in charge. Not anymore, dumbass. Do as I say, and everyone's going to have a good time. Fall out of line, and maybe I'll take what little bitch size you have left. Got it?"

“Y-Yes," Caleb nodded. He had no idea that's how Julian felt. Maybe it was just the curse twisting his memories? He couldn't be sure.

“Now you," Julian stood up to his lumbering size. He grinned darkly, his saber fangs glinting in the firelight, his body still inching upwards as it gorged itself on that meal he had taken a serious bite out of. He was nearly eight feet tall, his body massive and corded with power. “Why are your clothes still on?"

Instead of waiting for the bear to integrate the command, Julian flashed his now augmented bear claws and slashed the barbarian's clothes to ribbons. He effortlessly snipped leather straps, and flicked loose clothing off in two quick swipes. Such masterful control of all that muscle. It was simply terrifying how quickly Julian had become such a beast.

And there was something else beastly about to reveal itself.

A loud and ominous tear filled the room as Julian's barbed cock sprung up, his trousers giving up the chase as it gorged itself into a foot and a half of solid fuck meat. The grizzly's eyes went wide, but his mouth drooled as he started to pant. The griz went over to the bed and spread his legs open wide, laying back and presenting his hole to his superior.

“That's more like it," Julian snarled, gripping the bear's legs and spreading them wide. “Yo! Shrimp! Angle me in." Julian directed to Caleb.

A powerful fear ripped through the diminished sabertooth, springing him into action as though he were whipped. Closer, Julian's cock was even more enticing. The thing pulsed with power, it was large and thicker than Caleb's wrist and covered in light barbs to stimulate his partner. Powerful veins ran down that angry shaft, the tip oozing milky, musky pre as those balls pulsed in his heavy, steaming sack, each the size of an orange.

Caleb gulped and gripped the base of that shaft to line it up for Julian to drive home.

“That's right, make yourself useful bitch," Julian snarled, gripping the bear's ankles and thrusting forward. That hole didn't yield at first, the bear giving a higher pitched grunt as he was stretched. “Come on, can't take it now? How the hell are you going to fucking survive when I get bigger?"

Julian started to glow, his cock throbbing and thickening in Caleb's fingers. Red energy glowed off the grizzly and flowed down into Julian's dick, his cock slowly twitching larger.

“Oh FUCK yes!" Julian thrusted forward HARD, his cock forcing itself into the bear, his head locking behind that sphincter and gushing milky pre to lube his way. Caleb let go and Julian purred, the sound like rolling thunder as he continued to dig deeper and deeper. “That's right. Pump me up while I pump that fag ass, you fucking fairy."

The grizzly wasn't small yet, slightly bigger than average, but steadily shrinking down with each plap of Julian's hips. The panther drove home, bottoming out, his shaft thickening inside the bear and digging deeper with each beat of his heart. He drew back, his cock glistening with his own pre before thrusting back in, his heavy balls swinging lower and plapping against that fuzzy ass.

“Hey Shrimp," Julian rumbled down at Caleb.

“Y-Yes Julian?" The sabertooth answered.

“I ain't on first name basis with my sluts. Call me Sir," Julian growled.

“Yes Sir," Caleb complied. It was best to just go along with Julian's whims until he could think of a real plan.

“Good boy," Julian rumbled, his chest puffing out in pride, and also growth as the striations flexed, chewing on their ill-gotten gains. “For being such a good little errand slut, how about you go on the other side of the bed and have my new fuck boy suck you off."

“Really?" Caleb sounded excited, but he was really just concerned.

“Yeah, really. You can thank me when your little dicklet squirts your load in his throat to lube my way out the other side." Julian chuckled darkly, more energy pulsing deep into the Panther.

Caleb's eyes went wide as he realized that Julian wasn't growing anymore, his dick was simply digging deeper into the bear. That bulge would pull back and slam forward, the head digging deeper, bulging out the bear further as he continued to syphon size into his cock.

“Holy fucking shit this is amazing," Julian moaned, his hips rocking, his balls slapping that ass, the smacks getting deeper and wetter in tone.

Caleb decided to comply with Julian, going to the other side of the bed and dropping his pants. His little three inch pecker was hard as a rock, a single dollop of pre glinted like a pearl on his smaller dickhead. He used to have a proud ten inches, but seeing Julian's cock rearrange the bear's guts told him exactly where all that size went. And why shouldn't Julian take it? He was bigger and better than him in every way, right? Why shouldn't he have it all? Why shouldn't he be groveling at his feet and sucking his balls while he grew his harem of sluts…

Caleb blinked, a red ring shattering around his irises. He realized he was under some sort brainwashing magic, something similar to what was happening to the cub that was getting railed before him. He tried to focus and think about it further, but a nice warm maw wrapped around his cock, his balls bouncing on a cool nose as a dutiful tongue lulled over his shaft.

Caleb gave a low moan as he felt that maw shift back and forth with Julian's thrusts, his smacking hips coring out that bitch cub and rocking the entire bed back and forth. Caleb didn't even hardly have to move his hips. Julian was just so strong and powerful, and such a great superior to have. For him to share one of his sluts with him was an honor, a privilege only a few sluts were allowed to have. This was like being bestowed a badge of honor, or knighted by a king. And Julian was a great King…

The ring around Caleb's sapphire eyes broke again. Fuck that spell was strong! It wormed into his mind so easily and effortlessly over and over. Where was Julian getting all this mana to cast? Surly he would be spent after just a few minutes of syphoning? He must have some sort of catalyst powering him? The obvious answer would be the Tyrant's Heart, but Julian wouldn't rely solely on that. He was too prideful and rightfully so. If his mana reserves had grown half as much as his muscles did, then he should be able to cast spells like this indefinitely. Caleb wouldn't be surprised if Julian made cantrips of all his spells by now…

Fuck! Caleb mentally slapped himself as he broke the hold of the magic again. It was intentionally misleading his thoughts. He needed to focus. It was hard when he was being given such an amazing blow job. Really, Julian was giving it to him with his hips and using the cub as a sex toy. Such a generous king…NO! Fuck!

Caleb struggled to keep his mind from succumbing to the Tyrant's call that emanated form that gem. If Julian gained any more magical prowess, he might be able to keep even Caleb under his control effortlessly. He didn't appear to be actively casting. No, he seemed to have a lust drunk face as he propped one massive foot on the bed, rocking his hips harder into that cub. Fuck, he was going to make good on his word to fuck him through! Caleb could already see the bulge shifting up into his chest.

That's when Caleb was finally able to formulate a plan. He didn't have much energy left, maybe enough for one spell and a cantrip, but he had an idea. Caleb assessed Julian, the beast was a mountain of muscle, an eight foot beast with nearly three feet of ass destroying cock plunging into that poor cub.

Julian was fully convinced he was in control, that nothing could harm him, and that he could fuck to his heart's content. The sabertooth gave a little smirk, his eyes locking onto the glowing pendant bouncing off Julian's pecs. He unleashed a spell, the words being lost amongst the wet smacking of hips and churning of guts.

Knock…

The spell took a lot more effort than normal with his diminished magic abilities, but it curled through the air and the clasp holding the pendant in place came undone. Caleb put his hands behind his back and clenched his fist, a ghostly form of his own hand forming behind Julian and plucking the pendant before it fell. The sabertooth's heart was racing, his sapphire eyes pleading with Julian silently not to notice. With how Julian kept fucking, he was pleasantly unaware.

Good.

Caleb commanded his mage hand to slip beneath the bed, being careful not to make any unneeded noise, and had the gem slip up behind him and into his palm. The hand faded as it was dismissed.

Once again, Mage Hand was the most useful spell in his arsenal.

Caleb clenched his fist and poured magic into it, whatever little he had left. It clunked. Of course it was cursed. Caleb didn't have the means to dispel a curse, or, goddess forbid, it was the curse itself that gave the Tyrant's Heart its power. He would have to simply risk being cursed and deal with the aftermath later.

Red energy glowed around Caleb, but with him positioned in front of the fireplace, it was easy to miss. Caleb had to resist the urge to double over as raw power coiled up his form from his cock, the bear continued to shrink as Caleb started syphoning size. It was like every cell in his body was buzzing with raw power, every pleasure receptor vibrating. He could feel the power surge up his cock, curl in his prostate before rolling up his spine. The sabertooth could feel his toe claws spreading across the floor boards beneath him, each toe needing to flex up to have his expanding claws bounce over the grain.

Caleb could see why Julian was instantly addicted to this feeling. It was pleasure incarnate. It wasn't just growth or augmentation, but raw power, true power that surged deep into his bones and muscles, causing him to inch upwards. He crouched down to hide his growth from Julian, the bear diminishing slowly as Caleb's cock started to bulge down his throat.

“That's right you fucking slut! Take my fucking godly dick you little fucking faggot!" Julian's eyes were mad, his golden eyes bloodshot like a junky without his fix. He was chasing a high that simply wasn't there, but he would be damned if he didn't fuck his way through it. All that power was still thrumming in his veins, his heart pounding like a war drum and his dick plunging into his property. He felt like a soldier raping his way through a battlefield, but instead of fighting, these sluts were throwing themselves at him, begging to be concubines in his harem.

Caleb grit his teeth. It took everything in the sabertooth not to lunge forward and tackle Julian. Everything in his mind was demanding it, especially with his body inching upwards, his dick digging deeper into the diminutive bear gagging on his rager. All that power, all that strength in one body? How dare Julian think he was better? How dare he think himself worthy of all that strength!?

Caleb shook his head, the red glow splintering from around his eyes. He thanked his jerk of a teacher back at the wizard's tower for drilling him on mental fortification. Caleb thought the instructor was a sadist that got off on torturing his students, and maybe he was, but that training was saving Caleb from succumbing fully to the curse.

Then Julian's cock head kissed Caleb's. The red glow blinked around the panther, the wild cat thrusting like mad, his cock oozing milky pre, his grapefruit sized nuts boiled with the need to breed as he cored that bear through. The cub was messaging his arms over that shaft as it slammed into him and pressed against Caleb's dick. The sabertooth had to hold back with everything in him. Each time that dick head kissed his, it was like the sabertooth was plunging his dick into the pussy of the universe! So much raw power was there for the taking. Not just his stolen size, but Julian's and this fucking barbarian's.

It was torturous, and slow going, but each time Julian bottomed out, he would glow for a half second, Caleb's form pulsing and expanding a little larger. The panther was close, but every time he bottomed out, he felt his pleasure ebb a little, like he was edging while jack hammering and just couldn't quite push himself over the edge. Julian's claws raked over the headboard of the bed as he shifted his weight to really slam down onto that hole. He gripped the grizzly's hip and pounded, harder and faster. Using all his strength and not caring how the bed creaked and groaned in protest.

“You're mine you worthless little fucking slut! You're fucking MINE!" Julian hissed, his drool and sweat flying. Then Julian's prostate started to tighten, his thrusts getting shorter. “Yes! Fucking take it! TAKE IT!"

Julian gave a deep panther screech as he slammed home, his balls bouncing as he shot thick rope after rope out of his cock. It was like he was cumming from his very core, each shot a gallon of his strength gushing out. Julian felt his orgasm rolling over and over through his nuts like it was being sucked right out of him. The panther felt his orgasm ebbing, his dick slipping back into the cub's guts.

But he swore he could feel something pressing onto his dick the entire time.

“Oh, I'll fucking take it," Caleb growled as he glared at the Black panther. His sapphire eyes had a solid red ring around them as ruby light pulsed through his veins like a drug. The Tyrant's Heart glowed brightly in his fist as everything Julian just came surged into Caleb.

“What the fuck?" Julian felt his body was lighter. He brought his hand to his chest to find the pendant was gone. Then he felt his face, the sabertooth fangs gone. “How did you…"

“Because I've always been the smart one," Caleb chuckled darkly, his voice getting deeper as power lashed onto his form. His shirt tore down the center as his back widened, his body flexing and expanded, his bones crunching and growing taller. His jaw cracked into a squarer angle, his fangs slipping from his lips and back to their rightful place. His pecs forced the tear larger, the two meaty slabs chewing on the size, all his muscle doing the same. The individual muscle fibers writhed like feasting worms beneath his flesh, chewing on that power and assimilating it. His muscles looked almost liquid until the sabertooth pulled his arms in for a most-muscular pose.

“gggrrrrrrrRRRRAAAAH!" Caleb flexed. It was euphoric. Each strain and stretch of his muscle felt like a little lick on his prostate, a stroke of his cock, a warm maw on one of his sloshing nuts. His muscles crunched wetly before solidifying into powerful granite mounds. He released his flex and yet his muscles didn't relax, they simply grew out larger. He looked like the barbarian bear, the dramatic shift from twink to absolute hunk made him look much larger than he actually was. Julian's eyes were wide, he looked like he did prior to jumping the barbarian except maybe a few inches shorter. Fear filled the panther's eyes as he looked at the threat to his power.

“Look who's back in charge. Just like when you thought that prostitute loved you, that didn't last long." Caleb licked his chops, his eyes glowing red as he cracked his knuckles, his fingers getting thicker, his claws growing into vicious blades. “Are you going to kneel and submit, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?"

Julian snarled lunged, but a powerful yank on his scruff caused him to hiss and fall backwards. A ghostly, muscular hand had materialized and gripped his scruff and yanked him back as soon as he leapt. That wasn't a normal mage hand, that was like some beastly mitt. Caleb's magic had returned in force, his powers compounded from what he took from Julian.

“You arrogant bastard," Julian was able to just barely flip back up into a defensive stance, but as soon as he did Caleb pounced forward, the sabertooth's powerful legs augmented with Julian's athletic skills. Julian had just enough time to catch Caleb's fists, their fingers interlocking as their muscles strained and flexed. “You always were a cocky prick!"

“Arrogant and cocky would imply I don't have the power to back it up," Caleb chuckled, gripping Julian's hands harder, the muscle and bone straining in the panther's paws as red light pulsed up into Caleb's veins. “You're not the only one with brawn now! You think you can out maneuver me? You think you can outsmart me? I have you right where I want you, and you can't do shit about it!"

“You always did need to have the last word," Julian's mind was on fire, the need for size and power still screamed in his veins like withdraw. He wanted it back! He needed that power back! He pushed back as hard as he could, to try and get the upper hand. He tried to cast a charm or illusion, but even his cantrips felt like he was expending large amounts of power that were quickly stripped from him.

“What? No eye trick? No color spray? Too weak to even fight back?!" Caleb grunted as light curled up from the panther. “You don't deserve your size or the meager magic you have cultivated. I could put both to much better use."

Julian knew he was fighting a losing battle, he needed to get out of this hold. Caleb was already inching taller. The panther twisted around, his fingers slipping from Caleb's grasp as he went low to slash at Caleb's leg, but his bear claws were gone. It was like a kitten batting at his leg. Caleb simply chuckled, and slammed his foot down on Julian's back and pinned him to the floor.

“Was that your plan?! Seriously! You don't deserve my size! Fuck, you don't even deserve your own! Hand it over you little bitch!"

Caleb's heart pounded in his chest, his veins pulsing with power and causing him to inch upward with each pulse. He ground his foot down on that panther's back, his foot claws digging into his hide as he expanded. Caleb's frame widened, his head hit the ceiling as he continued to grow. He needed to lean forward as his neck lashed on power to hold up his powerful jaw, his muzzle thicker, his fangs sharper. The powerful muscles on his back clashed like liquid granite trying to find purchase on that widening cliff face. His lats spread out like winks, deepening his pits and forcing his arms at an angle. His pecs lunged forward, his nips pointing down as they grew thicker, his abs crunched over and over, getting deeper and wider with each pulse. His Adonis belt angled his waste perfectly, his powerful ass cheeks too slabs of massive definition. His hamstrings crunched into teardrops, his diamond calves flexing as he continued to grind Julian into the floor. His shoulder blades pushed up against the ceiling, his total height plateau around eleven feet, but there was all that cock that needed to be displaced.

Caleb felt the libido of all three of them surge into his prostate, clenching and flexing his cock to attention. It pulsed larger, growing out with each throb, Julian's barbs making it look angry as they rolled down the shaft into existence. It doubled in size, each nut sloshing larger before doubling in size again. The pleasure rolled through his dick as he gripped it, stroking it with abandon. Julian's body shrank down, slipping out from under the bed as he shriveled down to four feet, his body sliding out of the bed to find its place beneath Caleb's heel where it belonged.

Caleb stroked his four foot shaft, snarling and grunting. The curse rooting itself deep in his mind like a mind flair tadpole and compounding his dominance.

“That's right Julian! It's all mine! You think you can acrobat or charm your way out of this one? You little shits are my fucking sluts now! Welcome to the new hierarchy bitches! Your both fucking MINE!"

Caleb snarled, the red glow diminishing just as his cock throbbed, thick wads of cum smacking the far wall and sizzling in the flames. Rope after thick, tar like rope smacked the far wall before oozing over the broken bed and seeping over the two beneath the wreckage.

“Fuck, that was a nice start," Caleb rumbled, clasping the gem around his neck. “But I'm not going to be caught naked in the streets like you fags."

Red magic curled around the room as Caleb felt the spell in his mind.

Mending!

The scraps of fabric tore themselves apart and then put themselves back together, forming a glorious wizard's robes that hung over Caleb's shoulders and down his back, his chest exposed with Julian's old bandoliers for knives and potions. Greaves formed to clad his legs, the skull from the bear's shoulder pad made a great cod piece. Julian's armor synched together to form a pair of hard leather boots. The scraps left behind formed into skimpy outfits for the now twinky panther and bear cub.

“What the hell is all the commotion…up…here…" the badger inn keep had barged into the room. Caleb glared down at him, his blue eyes glowing crimson. Caleb smirked, crouching down to look the inn keep in the eye.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, shorty," Caleb rumbled before flicking a blade out from his robe and angling it right beneath the badger's neck. “You breathe a word of what you've seen here I'll paint your inn red for your heirs to take over. Got it?"

The badger nodded his head lightly so as to not prick himself with the blade. Caleb smirked and twisted the blade, harmlessly sheering a part of the badger's beard.

“Good, you know your place," Caleb rumbled. “Now, don't mind the noise for the rest of the night. Me and my boys are going to have a little fun. We'll be out by morning, but if I'm disturbed except for you to bring me food and ale," Caleb ran his thumb across his neck. “Got that you ugly prick?"

The badger simply nodded.

“Good, now bring up a round of your best ale, on the house. And don't keep me waiting."

The badger nodded and left.

“Good, now, what am I going to do with you two," Caleb turned to the two four foot twinks occupying the shredded remains of the bed, their eyes glowing red and their two inch pricks leaking.

“Now, who's going to kneel before their king?" Caleb growled and flicked the skull off his crotch, his cock flopping forward and drooling milky pre.

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