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A Stranger's Offer For blazingpelt By Draconicon

In a world of adventurers, everyone sought an edge over other sellswords and magicians for hire. There were hundreds of different ways to do it, from potions to dose yourself into better shape to getting enchanted items. There were permanent spells to put on your body, or new spells to learn through scrolls and books for temporary advantages. There was the idea of hiring bards to spread news of quests that sounded good but you'd never actually done, of marketing yourself better.

But all of those cost money, which Jake didn't actually have.

The half-cleric, half-rogue cat had been struggling to get hired for anything. He'd put out notices at the local guilds that he was willing to join any party for anything, but nobody ever took him up on that. Any attempt to get posted to a field position by his church to get experience got stonewalled by the bishop - a cat that never liked him anyway - and his many attempts to at least work as a healer went unpaid.

So, he was already in a bind when the rent came due on his room. If he didn't find something soon, he was going to be fucked in so many ways.

As a result, the ordinarily-dismissed offer to meet someone in an alley for a bit of a 'booster' - one of those dodgy offers that usually sounded like you were going to get mugged or drugged or both - was accepted. Warily on his part, admittedly, but accepted.

He stood outside the alley with a wince on his face, looking up and down the streets. Surely, this had to be a trap. Nobody would be offering a chance to get a boost in power like this, not so cheaply. Were paladins already closing in on his location, ready to bust him for trying to cheat the system?

Maybe. But on the off-chance that they weren't, he stayed there, waiting.

The cat was waiting for at least five minutes before he heard the soft chuckle of someone behind him. Praying that he wasn't about to turn and find an armored knight standing behind him, he slowly rotated on his heel.

Thankfully, it was a goat. A robed goat, admittedly, and one that was smelling thickly of sex, but it was not someone that was related to the church. At least there was that.

"Are you, uh, Anzar?"

The goat nodded his head.

"Oh, thank god. I was starting to think that you were never going to show up. What kept you?"

"Oh, you know, patrols."

The goat chuckled, even as the cat narrowed his eyes. It wasn't a good answer, and it didn't make him feel better about the deal. If his situation wasn't as desperate as it was, he would have turned around in hot indignation and left the goat right then and there.

Then again, if he wasn't so desperate, he wouldn't have been there in the first place .

"So, what do you, uh, what do you have?"

"Well, I certainly have something that can solve your problem."

Once more, the goat chuckled, though this time it was followed by reaching into his pocket for something. A potion vial was withdrawn, one that was slender at the tip and thick at the base, and filled with some sort of black, sludgy-looking stuff.

"This is a potion of power."

"It looks like trash."

"Well, it's a potion of power, take it from me."

The cat reached out, only for Anzar to yank it back.

"Not literally! You have to pay for it first."

"..."

That was the rub. He knew that he had enough to pay for it, but it would take away what little funds he had left. It was only ten gold, admittedly, but that was his food budget for the month as well as his savings. If this didn't pan out, he wouldn't just be homeless. He'd be starving.

But if he didn't get it now, it wouldn't matter if he starved or not. He needed something, however unlikely.

Die in a month or die today. It doesn't really matter, does it?

The cat counted out the coins, passing them to the goat and watching them disappear into yet another pocket. They seemed to completely disappear, not even leaving a slight imprint or bulge in the robe that the goat wore. Before he could reach for the potion, though, the goat shook his head and gestured in a turning motion.

"Turn around. This potion goes in the other end."

"Bullshit."

"Well, that was an ingredient I considered for it, but none of that in here, no."

"Ugh...You better be kidding me. That cost me ten gold."

"Yes, and if you paid a hundred, you'd be drinking this. Ten only gets it up your ass."

"..."

Desperation. Desperation was a greater enemy than any goblin, any orc, any dragon. It made you do the stupidest stuff, hoping that it would work out in the long run, and that was what this damn Anzar was making him do now.

The cat blushed as he turned around, flicking up the back of his blue and white robe to show off his rump. His cheeks burned as he felt the other man's perverted grip rubbing along the cheeks, fingers digging in before pulling one to the side.

Pnk. The cork came out of the bottle, and he felt the glass rubbing along the space between his balls and his hole. The chill of the glass made him clench, hard, and when he relaxed again -

"Mmmph!"

The bottle slid inside. It was cool at the rim, but the further in it went, the weirder it felt. There was a sturdiness to it that he appreciated, considering the possibilities of glass shards filling his ass, but there was something else. Something...wrong about it.

He tried to put it out of his mind, bracing himself against the wall as the goat tilted the potion bottle up. He felt the warmth of the liquid through the glass as it slowly rolled down the neck of the bottle, and then -

"AH!"

Jake gasped as he felt the heat enter his ass, his eyes going wide as it tingled as soon as it made contact with his inner walls. More than that, he could feel the tingles rushing out from there, hitting his prostate and seemingly making it swell, making it bigger and more sensitive inside of him, even as his ass -

"Oh god, what did you do?! What's this doing to me?!"

He grabbed his ass cheeks, squeezing it as it started to heat up, almost itching as it started to grow, pushing out against his fingers. He could just about squeeze one cheek normally, but it was swelling out against his hand, getting bigger, thicker, heavier, bouncier. His cheeks burned as he realized just how big it was getting, feeling it swelling outwards, too, his hips starting to grow in a more feminine build.

The bottle kept dripping into him, too, Anzar pushing it deep, holding it there while pinning him to the wall. The cat hissed and shivered with each drop of the supposed potion, the thick ooze clinging to his insides, making it squelch inside of him as the goat swirled the bottle from side to side, up and down, in little circles.

"Oh god...oh god..."

"God can't help you now, mortal."

Anzar chuckled in his ear, and for the first time, Jake realized what that horrible feeling he'd been getting was.

Corruption. He was dealing with a demon, or at least a part demon. He opened his mouth to cast a holy spell -

"Mmmph!"

Only for the goat to shove two cum-soaked fingers in his mouth, silencing him before he could mutter the words. The thick, heavy, black sludge on the goat's digits was thick and musky, drawing his mind back down to his ass and his crotch.

"Give in, kitten...you're going to be mine, soon enough..."

He moaned under his breath, his face burning as his ass cheeks continued to swell and grow. Slower, now, but still growing, still thickening up. They were heavy, bouncy, and they were making it hard for him to think as the goat bounced them for him, making him feel the hefty curves that he was growing.

And then...

Then the bottle started to slide out.

He gasped, whimpering around the fingers fucking his mouth, trying to squeeze down on it. He felt it slow for a moment, but the goat just pulled it out a bit faster, dragging it right to his rim. The slightly-wider tip of the bottle caught for a second, but then it popped out, falling to the ground.

Jake followed it down, panting, moaning from the sudden emptiness in him. Every bit of his insides felt like it was craving the attention of touch, the sensation of being fucked, of being filled.

"You'll get your experience, alright," the goat said, pulling at his robe from behind. "You'll get all the experience you need to level up, to be better...to be a better whore."

Smack. A cock bigger than anything that he had ever seen slapped down on his massive ass, thick and flared at the tip like a horse, but narrower near the base like some bestial demon. Anzar looked down at him, smiling.

"I will mark you, and then I will take you. Any complaints?"

"Nnngh..." He shivered, the priest-cat trying to bite his lips and summon up the courage to complain, at least...

But nothing came but a mewling moan, and he could do nothing but arch his ass up that little bit higher.

"I thought not."

The warm stream of piss running down his back sent a shiver down his spine, and his ass puckered in anticipation of what would come next.

The End