A New Kind of Pact
An adventurer’s life isn’t always what you would’ve heard. As a little kitten, I had always dreamt of being one of those swashbuckling adventurers saving the realm, fighting monsters and destroying liches. Yet here I am Janus Stringson, wallowing through an old musty cave in search of a senile coot who’s probably dead or missing.
The guild said there was a decrepit wizard’s camp down here somewhere. No one has seen him in a while and a few concerned citizens in the town were anxious. Apparently, the old hermit of a wizard sometimes went into town for a drink or two, a bit of supplies and even made shows for the locals. The locals who put up the quest also noted that the wizard is known to have been mining for a while but never bought any pickaxes or any mining tools.
Creeping through the cave all I could think was why am I here? Why did I take this quest? I should’ve taken the goblin job those other adventurers took, what’s the worst that could’ve happened? Goblins are easy prey right, and I bet their den was drier than this cave I had to trudge through.
The cave in question was a straightforward path that slowly descended deeper. A stream of water ran along the floor of the cave, one misstep and I would be sopping wet. I slowly made my way down the cave, torch in my left paw with my right paw on the wall. Who knows how long this tunnel went. The sound of bats and dripping water became monotonous after around half an hour until the sound of running water became like a roar.
Following the sound led me to a small encampment at the base of a waterfall. The strangest thing wasn't the camp that seemed to have been attacked by a tornado with the disarray it was in, but the waterfall. The waterfall had been split down the middle like a blade had cut through it, at the split where it parted, leading down an old hallway. I could see the lit braziers that lit the hall with orange light. My fur stood on its end with excitement. Was this a crypt? Was this a real adventure and not just a glorified search mission?
The hallway under the waterfall was only dimly lit and water flowed along the floor ever inward. Taking a step into the hall made water seep into the soles of my old worn boots. The feeling of the cold water along my furred soles wasn’t enough to deter me, and I quietly crept deeper into the crypt.
The sound of the waterfall died down behind me the further down the hall I went. My ears perked up at the sudden clanging of metal against metal. A battle! Surely! I wonder what spoils I can get from such an adventure!
The end of the hall opened up to a large stone atrium with the most notable feature being a singular tomb in the center. There at its base was a figure fiddling with something. Not wanting to startle whoever it was, I waited to see what he was doing.
My patience was rewarded when the coffin’s cap parted to the side. Purple mist rose out of its crevice as the figure, who I now assumed was the wizard I’m looking for, prostrated in front of the coffin. A sign that he was eagerly waiting for someone or something to come out.
And what came out was a large behemoth of a canid. His skin as black as oil gave emphasis to his rippling muscles and the purple markings all over his body glowed, ebbing with every labored breath. After a few seconds of silence, the canine placed his paw on the kneeling wizard and in a large flash of purple light they were gone, leaving only mist in their place.
I felt like I saw something I should not have seen, what even was that wizard doing? My pondering was interrupted by a wall parting at the back of the tomb, a slight glint shining from the darkness. Treasure?
Overjoyed by the prospect I bounded across the room trying not to take in any of the purple fumes, and I was rewarded with the site of a treasure room. Whoever the canine was, had great taste.
All around me lay gold, gold in many forms. Gold statuettes, coins in piles, chests, jewelry, and strange trinkets, all with a canine motif, gold is gold, I guess. I began to inspect the chests, revealing various pieces of armor and even more jewelry, except for one chest that was locked. Now what would a locked chest be doing in a room like this? Surely this is a treasure beyond comprehension if it’s hidden like this.
I have to liberate all this treasure before I report about the wizard doing wizard things. I take as much gold as my pockets could carry without one spilling, and the locked box. With my treasure in my paw, I make my way back out of the cave and back to my lodgings, forgetting about the mysterious mist along the way.
Home is a small two room house on the outer fringes of the city of rings, empty, alone, and enough for someone like me. Clearing my table, I lay my haul for me to inspect.
Gold and gems seem to be a common theme for the treasure. A paw shaped medallion laid with rubies, a small gold cap as big as a thumb, a tapered rod with a round protrusion at the base and a collection of rings, all strange treasures that will surely fetch a mighty fine price. As for the box I’ll need to get to a locksmith or ask an appraiser about it.
Just as I was thinking about calling the local fence, a knocking came from my door. As I open my door, the knocking reveals itself to be the said fence, oh, speak of the devil. The local fence is a mole beastman roughly three feet in height with large round spectacles blocking his eyes.
“And what do I owe the pleasure of, Manny?” I asked with a wry smile he surely couldn’t see with all the lights I had on.
“I heard someone saw you carrying around a gold box and had to look, I knew eventually you’d need my help selling it,” Manny said walking between my feet and already looking for the gold.
“Let me grab you a seat,” I say excitedly, getting him a chair by the table to ascertain the value of my spoils.
“I can feel so much gold, you're no thief, right? So, where’d you get it?” Manny asked as he ran his claws and nose all over the treasure.
“An adventurer's secret is my dear boy, but it doesn't matter. Usual fee then? Tomorrow? Oh, and before I forget, do you still have that skeleton key the thief’s guild gave you?” I ask hoping for a yes.
“Of course, of course. Tomorrow I’ll bring back the payment, minus my fee. And here’s the key, I’ll be back for it tomorrow. Just have to have this checked for any magic before selling it off, see ya!” with that Manny left with all the treasure in his bag of holding. The last part of his goodbye, not having made an imprint on me as I grabbed the key, he left on the table ready to jimmy it into the gold box’s keyhole.
I wonder what it could be? Gold? Gems? Weapons? Maybe even some magical scrolls or items I could use? All wonderful treasures in my mind, only to be even more surprised to find a pair of black leather boots with metal stirrups on their straps.
Removing the boots from its enclosure, I began to inspect it. Regular leather boots, brand new it seems, never worn before, even the buckles are still shiny. How strange, the blackness of these boots seems eerily familiar, and it's looking like an even better pair of boots the more I look at it. fine craftsmanship can be seen with every stitch on the leather hidden under purple designs that were embroidered onto the leather. The shine of such designs is only seen when under certain light it seems. Maybe I should take a test run and see if they fit, keeping a bit of the treasure for myself as a reminder of my luck.
Freeing my feet from my musty and still wet boots, I stretch each toe in an attempt to relax my feet, my orange and white fur matted from all the cave water the boots took in. Looks like I really do need new boots.
After cleaning myself up a bit with a quick wash and tongue bath, I get ready to test out my new piece of apparel, hopefully, which can fit me.
Sitting on my bed fully intent on wearing the boots, I began to inspect the inside a bit, grooves and markings ran along the inside, which was a strange aesthetic choice since no one often looks into boots, strange. Pushing that thought out of my mind I finally put on the boots.
As soon as my feet came into contact with the soles of the boots, my body felt stronger, faster, and more powerful, as if I could break through the city walls. With this newfound strength came an even stranger effect. As soon as I stood up, the clothes I had previously had on burst to shreds, laying as heaps of torn cloth on the floor.
I immediately tried to protect my dignity even if there was no one else in my home. Yet when I tried to move my hands to my crotch, I couldn’t do anything to cover it, as if a bubble had erected itself on my nether regions, leaving my sheath and balls on full display for anyone to see.
I immediately ran to my trunk and looked for a set of clothes to try and keep a bit of my dignity. As I put on a fresh shirt it once again burst to shred. A new pair of breeches had the same effect.
Thinking the boots had something to do with it, I tried to pry the boots from my feet, only to tire myself out as my breath became labored and I began to get covered in my own sweat.
Looking downward to see what was happening also showed me that some sort of mark had placed itself just above my sheath. I had to stand in front of my mirror to see what it was.
The mark in question was purple in color and had various lines that bent at sharp angles yet formed a heart. The longer I looked at it, it seemed to be moving in place. Glowing and ebbing a purple glow that seemed eerily familiar reminded me of what I saw earlier in the crypt.
 The Demon dog, he must have something to do with this. That big, muscly dog, with rippling muscles and bulging biceps, his devilish smile still in my head… I wished I had seen what he was packing before he left.
My mind wondered about the visage of the demon dog as my little friend down there also thought about him. The pink tip of my feline cock spilled out of my sheath. The tattoo glowed brighter and began beating like an actual heart in tandem with my own.
Forgetting about my sudden nakedness my hand idly drifts towards my cock, yet still unable to touch it. Still needy I tried to hump empty air in an attempt for any form of release. Then I tried my pillow, and my bedsheet, the forcefield pushing all of it away. All that was left was to let it die down and find a way to remove the boots.
On the other side of the outer ring near the north was Julian the mink, a magic specialist who sold cheap enchantments and magic. Some call him a charlatan and a con man but he knew what he was doing. Though the idea of walking halfway across the outer ring wearing nothing but boots was embarrassing, I’d probably have to wait for nightfall before then.
 	There I waited in my house, waiting for my erection to die down, pre already having matted a bit on my balls. As I was setting off and learning I can wear a hat and belt to carry my stuff, a familiar knocking came from the door.
Slowly opening the door to not let anyone outside see me in this state I tried to peer through the crack and see who it was, it was Manny! What was he doing here?
“Heya Manny, what’re you doing back so early, I thought you'd come back tomorrow?” I said trying not to give away the panic in my voice.
“Yeah, it’s about your treasure, apparently most of it was cursed, some were even sex toys. Luckily someone came in and bought almost all of it and said to give a few back to the one who brought them to have some fun” the mole said as he tried to make his way back into my home.
“Wait, wait, I’ll clean up the place a bit” quickly I try to light a candle in hopes of making it bright enough for Manny not to see my nakedness.
The thought of my long-time friend seeing me laid bare like this would have been embarrassing, but for some reason it was exciting. My body began to react on its own as my member once again hardened at the thought of being caught out in the open.
“I’ll just drop off the gold and some of the treasure. Oh, and get back my key” with that Manny opens up his bag of holding and pours out most of the strange trinkets and wearables from my haul.
After grabbing his key and emptying the bag, Manny was getting ready to leave. But as he was about to exit the doorway, he suddenly turned his head my way, I held a candle as close as it could to my crotch without flying out of my hand. I held my breath in hopes his mole eyes were blinded enough to not see me in this state.
“Turn off the lights dude, you might burn down your house with all the candles here” Manny finally says before closing the door behind him.
With a sigh of relief, I snuff out all the candles and ready myself to sneak across the city.
The first thing I noticed was the cold. The wind alone blew from the sea bringing in cold air, and my nudity wasn't helping in keeping me warm. Luckily the cold sea breeze helped to keep my member in check, though it caused a bit of shrinkage if I were to be completely honest.
The second thing I noticed while dashing along rooftops and avoiding the occasional drunken guard or raucous thief eyeing their marks, was that the mark on my crotch was glowing. Glowing not enough like a torch, but enough to be noticed if you really look at it. The thought of someone seeing me because of this humiliating mark made me both embarrassed and a bit hot under the collar.
Every so often I had to hide behind what I could find just trying to not get caught. Every little sound and creak make me paranoid that a thief, guard, or even a random civilian might see me. If I get caught by either of those I’ll be in deep trouble. The humiliation alone is enough to make me groan.
My cock wasn’t helping. For every time I imagined a sound of footsteps, the tip of my cock emerged from its sheath. It made me have to wait for it to die down lest I want to run around naked but also embarrassingly aroused, leaving nothing to anyone’s imagination
I was almost even seen by a rat thief running frantically around like a madman. Thankfully, he was in such a hurry that he didn’t see me.
After finally making myself across the city, I saw my target. A ramshackle three-story shop tucked between two large buildings. Hopefully, the light I saw in his third-story window is a sign he was still awake, and hopefully willing to see me.
The biggest problem now was that my target is on the main road with barely any cover from here to there. I just had to book it and hope no one sees me like this.
Steadying my breath and waiting for my moment to dash had been the most stressful moment of the night. The prospect of running out in the open and hoping no one saw me would need a miracle, and for a miracle, I prayed.
I bounded across the cobblestone road, my heavy balls bouncing with every step with a heavy resounding noise from my soles hitting the stone. That was sure to attract attention.
And it did, as soon as I was able to reach the door into Julian’s homestead, three guards came around the corner. I quickly scrambled up towards a second-floor window in hopes of not getting caught.
Lucky for me the guards seemed to be too busy as they had already caught a pervert. By the look of it the nudist was a short mouse with bright white fur and little to show for between his legs. I had to squint just to see what he was packing between those slender legs. Every so often a twitch of annoyance came from his cute little whiskers. I had to snap myself from my stupor, I didn't know why I was eyeing that cute little rat but I knew I had to leave. I thank you for your capture, you poor soul.
With that, I quietly unlocked the window and made my way inside the house. Hopefully Julian didn't mind a bit of breaking and entering.
The room I’ve entered must’ve been some sort of storage area. Trunks, paintings and shelves made up most of the room, a fine layer of dust covering everything made me sneeze with how dirty it was in here.
On the other side of the room was a door with light peeking through the cracks. Looking through the lock I was able to make out what was on the other side of the door, Julian!
The mink was having fun it seemed. He laid naked on his workbench, one hand on his shaft and the other shoving something golden down his ass. With how much a puddle had formed on the floor, I’d say he’d been at this for a while.
I must’ve been leaning on the door, because as soon as I was thinking about how I would enter without making it awkward I fell forward face first, naked in my friend’s home, ass in the air and member emerging from the sight.
Quickly I got up and tried to steady myself to explain to Julian what I was doing in his house, in the middle of the night, naked save for the boots.
“Well, well, well, what have we here? A stray cat wanting to find a home? How cute. You even prepared yourself before meeting me. However, how did you manage to get in the storeroom?” Julian asked, sitting on a stool and spreading his legs. His large throbbing member fully erect, laden with lube and pre.
The ermine continued to stroke his member, slowly and methodically. Waiting for my answer, taking pleasure in my naked sight in his own home, a rare sight ever since we chose to pursue our own paths a few years ago.
“Well, you see, these boots are enchanted with a curse I think, and I need your help to get them off” I plead, gesturing to said boots.
“Rather bold of you to ask for my help, no? After how we left it, I thought you’d never want to see me again. Yet here you are naked as if serving yourself on a silver platter” Julian calmly said, licking his lips as he continued to stroke his member ever so slowly, beads of pre-mixing with whatever lube he had used before I arrived.
“I’m sorry if we left on bad terms Julian, but please, I need your help” I continued to plead, trying not to stare at the ermine’s crotch.
“It seems that’s not the only help you need, no?” Julian said, gesturing to my now fully erect member.
Embarrassed I once again try to cover myself only for my hands to be repelled by my crotch, the mark glowing brighter.
“Oh, how naughty, what a devilish little curse you have there” Julian was suddenly on his knees in front of me. His face was just right by my needy member. His breath was warm, a stark contrast to the cold winds I felt earlier today, turning me on even more.
“Seems I can’t even touch the sorry little worm” Julian followed as his hands were similarly repelled. His tone reminded me of the times we were together. Exhilarating feelings and memories came back just by being in this very room.
“Interesting, it seems it’s increasing your libido as well, and since you can’t touch yourself there’s only one other way to stimulate your prostate” he followed as if stating a fact.
“What is it?” I asked hoping the answer wasn’t something I dreaded that led to our relationship ending.
“Anal. Now I know how you feel about it so better leave now, I won’t help you. You’ll have more luck trying to return those boots and ask whoever gave them how to remove the curse.” With a wave of a hand, the carpet below our feet suddenly sprang to life and wrapped itself around me. The soft silk parted around my crotch as it bound me up and proceeded to throw me outside the front door.
“Tata Janus, hope you get off, you know I will” Julian shouted to me from his window before slamming it and going back inside to finish his business.
Before I could get my bearings, a loud whistle came from behind me, a sign that the local guards heard the commotion.
Without a second thought, I bounded down the road and into an alleyway, my manhood fully erect and bobbing with need with every step. It looked like I might need to pay the crypt a visit once more.
 
More purple smoke had filled the hallway leading to the crypt since my last visit. Hopefully bringing back the treasure would’ve been enough to get the curse off.
The monotonous dripping sounded ever so familiar; it had only been yesterday when I came here in hopes of finding an old codger of a wizard. And all I got was a lousy curse.
The encampment seemed to be in the same state of disarray as before, which is a good sign. No one seemed to have been there between now and yesterday, meaning no unwanted rabble or attention to my sorry state.
Slowly I made my way once more through the crypt’s passage, water now no longer entered my boots, a strange upside to the cursed boots is their apparent invulnerability to damage.
The clinking of the treasure in my sack was the only sound, or so I thought. As I neared the main room once more, the crackling flames and wet slapping permeated from it.
Dreading that someone was already in the crypt, I crouched and began to sneak towards the main room. I was practically hugging the wall in hopes of making myself stealthier, though the warmth from nearby braziers seemed to arouse me somewhat as once again my member began to emerge from its slumber.
As I arrived at my destination, it was a sight to behold to say the least. In the center where a coffin once laid now stood a four-post bed covered in shimmering silks and pillows. At its center was the dogged demon.
He slept on his back with his arms on his chest, yet this wasn’t what had caught my attention. Standing tall between his thick muscled thighs was a monster of a cock. Red from bottom to the tip, tapered at the edge and with a sizable knot on the base, this was definitely a canine’s cock.
I drooled at the sight, my member fully erect and leaking pre at the thought of taking on such a beast. I had to snap myself out of it. I needed to snap myself out of it, I wasn’t here to ogle at demon dog dick, I was here to return some treasure and hopefully have a curse removed.
I began to steel both my mind and resolve. I stood tall and walked forward, my member still bobbed and throbbed with every step, a drop of pre falling to the floor here and there.
I didn’t know what woke up the demon next, be it my motions or my scent, all I knew was that he was now sitting upright staring at me from the bed, his red eyes covered in a red flame as his right ear flicked in annoyance as if I was some bug that landed on his soup. I was eye level with the large demonic member, trying to avert my gaze to avoid staring.
“Greetings oh great one, I have come to return your treasure in hopes of gaining your assistance,” I said bowing, trying to hide the embarrassment in my face from having a fully erect cock, one that was easily dwarfed by the demonic member in front of me.
“Oh, it's just you” the demon replied dismissively as he sits on the edge of his bed and stretches as if he had awoken from a long nap.
I stood there puzzled; how could this demon know me? This was the first time we met, right?
“Well don’t just stand there, I’ve been expecting your return since you took my treasure. Get over here” the demon beckoned me forth in such a strange manner, I had no choice but to comply.
I meekly make myself move forward, trying not to get any stains on his carpet, or on anything really. I lay down my bag filled with his treasure and kneel as if in prayer before him.
“Oh, you’ve returned the treasure. No matter, by wearing the boots you have sealed the pact” and with a snap of his fingers, the treasure disappeared, yet not the boots.
“Excuse me, but what do you mean by pact?” I sheepishly asked hoping he didn't mean a blood pact or something similarly gruesome.
“You took my treasure, wore the boots, and now here back in the chamber. Are you here not to follow me and make me your patron?” the demon said, a twinge of impatience evident with every word.
“Yes, yes, I’m here to enter your service and hopefully remove the cursed plaguing me lord….?” I had to play along until I suddenly remembered I did not catch his name. Some new words suddenly made their way into my vocabulary.
“Call me lord or master, nothing else” the demon faced me standing in full glory, heavy sheath and balls plump as melons level with my face. My mouth watered at the sight of the hefty gonads making me feel as if I’ve hungered for them on the way here.
“Now serve your new master, worm” emphasis placed on the last word.
I knelt before the demon hoping he could help me first. “Master, before I service you, may I ask if you could help me with these accursed boots. I’m unable to serve you in public in a state like this” motioning to my state of nakedness and apparent erection. The demon’s gaze made me twitch in anticipation as a bead of pre started forming at the tip of my cocklet
“Oh, you wish to not have an erection in public? To hide your virility? You wish to hide that pathetic little thing from the world? That little worm? If that’s what it takes for you to enter under my service then so be it, I will help you in hiding that little toy dangling between your legs” and with those words a hand was quickly placed on my crotch. Warmth then cold spreads from the mark on my crotch made its way around my hard member.
I could feel my erection die down; a sigh of relief left my mouth only for it to be replaced by a yelp of surprise as something cold wrapped itself around my sheath. As soon as the demon’s hand moved away, left in its place was a golden chastity cage, which I could touch but stopped me from getting hard.
Looking up with bewilderment, all I could see was the demon smiling a shit-eating grin, knowing exactly what he did.
“You said you couldn’t serve me like that, and the only solution for an unruly erection is to keep it in check, now get to work.” With that I was hoisted by the scruff of my neck like a kitten, my face pressed against the enlarging dog cock of my new master.
“It’s so big, how can I handle such a monster?” I asked, my hands barely making it around the base of the blood red cock.
“Don’t worry, aside from making you more susceptible to suggestion, the boots help you take more damage, the same goes for your ass” Each word sounded sweeter than the last, my ass already getting fingered and spread as a demonstration of my new malleability.
I don’t know what came over me but I took the slab of meat in front of me and started suckling on it like a piece of candy, my tongue running all around the exposed knot like a fresh caramel. All the while my ass was being spread with one finger, then two and finally three.
As soon as Master felt I'd covered his cock in slobber enough to be lubed, I was hoisted once more, turned around and impaled on his cock. The spittle from my mouth provided just enough lube for it to slowly make its way inside. And it felt great.
My body was like an instrument with how my master made me squeal. Every little movement was followed by a crescendo of pounding making me squeal louder. I could feel my ass spread and stretch to accommodate the large member, my flesh feeling more sensitive with every thrust.
I felt my body stiffen, unlike my poor little cocklet, as his hot breath rolled down my neck followed by a few playful nibbles here and there, barely able to draw any blood, but enough to make me feel it. Pain and ecstasy filled my system as my denial of release made me even hornier, needier and wanting more of my master’s cock.
As the crashing thrusts became a steady rhythmic pounding, Julian’s words rang in my mind, how only anal could make me cum, and he was right. My member strained against its confines, wanting release, yearning for orgasm, and there it was. One final thrust beating my prostate into submission made the dam break. A ruined orgasm left my caged-up cock, leaving me even more needy and hornier than before.
I could feel the cum gush out of my ass as my master pulled out, leaving me leaking like a used toy, discarded for now and hopefully not forgotten. As painful as that experience was, it was just as equally exhilarating, making me want more. More cock, and more of Master.