"Don't worry, you look great." Said the red robed wizzrobe from behind his prized employee. Owner of the Devil's Fuge, the master magician patted the other on top of his dark brown head in between his pointed ears, a dark smile stretching his face from the shadow brought about by his hood. 

"Thanks, boss!" The massive eight foot tall darknut sitting at the table in front of a wide golden mirror panted happily, his long, undocked tail wagging at the thought of the fun that he was going to have this evening. 

Brownie, as the darknut was called, was not like those of his tribe. 

Sure, his body was well fit as any other of the warrior canines who traveled throughout the land, but instead of being the tough, no nonsense fighter that the rest of his breed were known to be, Brownie was rather...laidback and reserved. Questions as to why had arisen quickly following him showing less interest in drawing a sword into battle and instead looking to do mundane chores, the likes of which would have been seen as pedantic to the rest of his people. The answer, as it turned out, had to do with the fact that as he aged out of his puphood his eyes turned from their normal crimson colors to a deep blue, a feature which was normally an impossible occurrence amongst the darknuts, unless inbreeding had come into play. 

Neither of his fathers had thought themselves to be related to one another, as both males had come from two different camps that had almost nothing to do with one another, save for some sparse trade. Well, as it turned out one of Brownie's grandfathers had been a part of a drunken orgy after getting into a brawl with a number of dominant darknuts, the likes of which had left quite a number of bellies filled with pups, not that he could remember any of this after he had woken up in a field outside of town on the back of lynel. Because of this, that one darknut had left his lineage in both of his fathers, who had been born separately from one another. 

Finding all of this information out hadn't been as traumatizing to either of Brownie's fathers as it might have to a hylian or a zora, as his sire has simply clipped his seed sacks in order to prevent another child from being born within his submissive. After that the matter of Brownie's life within his camp became simple enough that he was considered a submissive, one in which was to be kept watched over by everyone present. This worked out fine enough for the blue eyed darknut, as he was happy to be able to be useful to those around him, even if those within his age group would make use of his rump and muzzle from time to time. 

While not considered taboo amongst the darknuts for the youth to play around, seeing as their seed could not produce young as of yet, Brownie found himself not wanting to tell his fathers about what was going on, as he had come across the leader of the village speaking to his fathers about his fate later on. It was somewhat disheartening to know that he would be given a liquid which would prevent his body from bearing young once he came of age, but it was necessary, since his blood could bring about a weakness within the tribe that would not be allowed, seeing as he would be forced to stay with them for the rest of his life. That he didn't disallowed the chance to be taken by a mate was well enough, but it did make Brownie feel rather insecure, as he liked being able to reach down in between his massive legs to stroke the thick orbs while one of his clanmates drove his flesh covered spear deep into his undocked tailhole. The feeling of pleasure which came from him fondling the large pouch of flesh often made Brownie howl out a climax, the likes of which could thoroughly saturate the ground beneath his feet with the stink of aroused darknut. Having one of the other males lick over his musky orbs in an attempt to draw his seed out of his body was delicious as well, as the shocks of maddening lust that could come from a seeking tongue eager to taste his offering was something that made Brownie's toes curl and his voice sing out in praise. At least until his throat was filled by another young male's thick stalk of meat. 

Regardless, Brownie took the happenings in his life rather well, seeing as he didn't really have it in mind to think about how much he was constrained by the happenings of his birth. He actually didn't think about all that much, to be honest, as sometimes whenever he did his mind would blank out and he would fall into a strange white haze, the likes of which would leave him staring blankly ahead at nothing. Being tapped on the back of the head would usually bring him out of these silent stupors, however the consistency of these dazes happenings occurring over and over again as he grew up made it so that Brownie didn't try and think about too much of anything for very long. Which was good, as there was much he could do in his camp to keep his mind off of itself. 

From hammering chunks of iron with the local metalworkers into the massive claymores his people were fond of using, to curling steel into chest plates and shoulder pads, Brownie had quickly become something of a master when it came to forging, as the repetitive nature of this particular skill fit him perfectly. While he was doing this however, Brownie had to learn how to fight with a blade, something that he was not that good at, seeing as his feet would often get tangled up underneath one another whenever he tried to move his heavy bulk in a well polished manner. Mining for ore in the mountains was his most favorite chore of all, as because of how easy it was for him to focus on the pulling his pickaxe back and then driving it forth within the earth over and over again Brownie could hollow out large sections of a mountain within several days, so long as someone remember to make him stop and eat and drink something. Something he would often forget to do when lost within the throes of such muscle straining work.

Brownie liked the feeling of how his dark brown muscles would burn underneath the stress of mining. The feeling of his blood pumping within his ears as he worked himself deeper and deeper inside of the earth felt so good, that he would often find himself humming a tune he had heard on the wind without even noticing it. The fact that his muscles quickly ballooned outwards from his day-to-day activities faster than any other darknut was also of a great boon to him, as many of the young would-be dominants within the villages had found their crimson eyes hungrily looking across the sweat and dirt covered body of the often naked darknut with clear intent to claim him for themselves. The whispers of who would do so were something that Brownie very rarely paid attention to as he grew older, seeing as he had to focus more on being a productive member of his tribe in order to earn his keep, as it were, since of course he wasn't going to be able to go out and get the one hundred contracts needed to be worthy of his people.

Thankfully his fathers never let such a thing bother him, not even when he found himself falling into a deep slump, the throes of which would leave him weak and tired for days on end.

Both elder darknuts were happy enough with their pup as he was, even though his sire would often train him just a bit harder than he probably should have in order to release his own frustration about the way their lives had come to pass. Brownie didn't mind though, as all he wanted was to be useful to those around him. 

Of course, because life is filled with horror and dark irony, his world had come crashing down around him when his camp had come under attack one day. 

Brownie didn't know what had happened, all he knew was that he had awoken to the sounds of screams, howling, fire and the acrid smell of smoke all around him. Calling out for his fathers had netted him no response, and so Brownie had stormed out of their tent after grabbing his specially made claymore from where it rested against the side of his sleeping roll. The sight which fell upon his blue eyes following him exiting the tent flap was one in which he would never forget, as while many of the adults within the village had spoken of warfare and the horrors which followed it, he would have never thought to have seen the truth of such mind seering terror so up close and personal.

Bodies lay everywhere, some torn apart by weapons, others charred and blackened by magic. The sight of the surviving darknuts attempting to push back those who had come upon them, Brownie couldn't exactly remember who they were, was in which made him snarl. Charging forward, sword drawn for battle, the blue eyed darknut proved to the world that while he might have been broken inside he was more than enough of a warrior canine to protect those of his tribe. The fighting which had come to pass was one in which the young darknut could barely remember, the only thing he had recalled was the fact that everything hurt as the fires which had been set around the camp consumed everything in sight. The feeling of being stabbed with weapons of various makes and density still echoed within Brownie's thoughts to this very day, however despite this the last thing he could recall about that moment in time was looking into a shadowed face that had raised a gnarled hand up and then shot a blast of white directly into his muzzle. 

After that…

"Hey, you alright there, puppy?" The red wizzrobe floating behind him asked while clenching his gloved hand along the side of his neck. 

"Yes, boss." Brownie nodded after rapidly blinking his blue eyes into focus. "Just thinking." He said honestly. He couldn't lie to his boss, after all. 

"I told you not to do that." The other admonished while moving his hand over to the silver collar that the blue eyed darknut had been forced to wear as a part of his employ here. "The last thing I need is for you to end up staring into space and drooling down the side of your muzzle." The wizzrobe tsked while shaking his hooded head. "That's not what my customers are paying to see, after all." 

"Yes, boss. I'm sorry." Brownie whimpered and then lowered his tapered ears as best he could.

"It's alright, puppy." The mage whispered while wrapping his other hand around the hulking behemoth of a dog's muscular shoulder. "So long as you're a good boy everything will be alright. Just listen to what I say and don't think about anything, alright?" 

Brownie found himself nodding without thought. His tail wagging once again as he did so.

"Gooood boy!!" Now let's get you ready for the show you're about to put on for everyone.

Brownie nodded, his ears quickly flipping up as pure elation filled his chest.

While the darknut still didn't quite know how exactly he had come to be there within the monster run city that he had woken up next to, he was grateful that the red wizzrobe who had found him wandering about aimlessly had brought him to the club in question after getting him something to eat. The memories of his clan and the battle that had taken place became something akin to a far off dream as he ate his fill, and yet instead of questioning the who, how and why of his sudden change in place, the darknut found himself getting wrapped up in the life that filled the paved streets of the strange metropolis as he quickly set about looking for work. The story of the fallen Hyrule kingdom and the rise of Ganon had been something that had just barely caught Brownie's attention, as he didn't know who either of these forces were supposed to be, and yet it didn't matter once the wizzrobe who he now called boss had offered him a job at his sensual establishment.

Happy to be of service to someone else, Brownie had quickly let himself be collared by the other before he set about working at the bar which catered to those monsters who now controlled the world. Working as a guard at the front door proved not to be something the young darknut was all that good with, as he was just too friendly and accommodating to get keep some of the worse elements out from the area, and of course everyone knew better than to allow him anywhere near something as delicate as glass bottles with how he would often crush items in the palm of his hand. So with all of that in mind, the last option for the other was to show off his body for the patrons that came to the brick and mortar building with sacks filled with rupees. 

While it might have seemed like something of a no go for Brownie to learn how to dance, given his inherent clumsiness, he actually found his steps becoming rather sure and sturdy the more he focused on how he moved while standing in front of the large mirror the boss had set inside of his room. The sight of his herculean body swaying back and forth in front of him as he stepped in time with his reflections movements time and again became almost hypnotizing to Brownie. For days on end he worked to strut his stuff for the only onlooker within his sleeping area, all the while the silver sheen of his collar winked in front of his blue eyes like a glittering star. 

Night after night his towering form seemed to fill out the expanse of the golden reflector set in front of him with an ever increasing bulk as he worked to perform the various poses for which had been laid out on a scroll on his desk. Strapping himself into the various thongs, g-string, spandex shorts, and other ensemble of risque clothing became quite natural for Brownie after the first time he had been forced to wear them, so much so that he actually found himself preferring the g-strings more than anything else, as they curled around his muscular frame with the same level of comfortability as the silver collar which nestled itself along the length of his neck.

Brownie shook himself out of his daze. 

He had no time to reminisce. He had to get to work, after all!

Heading out of his sleeping room, he of course stayed at the club since he couldn't be allowed to look after himself, less he get into the kind of trouble that would see someone smacking his head in with a hammer, Brownie walked to the back of the stage area and then waited for his name to be called by the music maker out front. 

When had first been told about his job he had been rather nervous about the prospect of dancing in front of the throng of monsters which often came to drink their cares away at the club, however after months of practicing the dance moves he had been taught, not to mention being given the little white peppy drinks that his boss routinely set out for him, Brownie had found himself becoming more and more comfortable with his life as a dancer. So much so that he often had to fight with himself not to grow thick within the crotch of his undergarments at the thought of what was to come, like right now.

Reaching to flick at his spandex covered junk as he had been told, Brownie yipped as the pain from striking his intimate bits quickly settled within his head. Groaning, the darknut smiled when he heard his name being called, as he did not want to have to do such a thing to himself once again. His seed sacks did not appreciate such harm being brought upon them, after all.

Sauntering out with as much confidence as he could muster, which had been more than one would have thought, given his somewhat shy, playful nature, Brownie found his big blue eyes looking over the collage of monsters who were partially hidden away by the smoke atmosphere of the building. The smell of the rich incense, laden with a special potion to dull the stresses of the mind, filled the darknut with a sense of courage, the likes of which found him making his way to the end of the ramp and then striking a pose, hips pointed outwards and plump crotch filling the gaze of everyone who would look upon him. 

The volume of the crowd's cheers and roars of elation were so loud that the sexy dark brown hound found himself almost deafened for a moment, however he quickly recovered after shaking his head. 

He then turned around to show them his firm bubble of a butt. He of course had a nice, thick plug stuffed within the cheeks of his ass, seeing as he had been used by several customers not more than two hours ago and the boss liked to keep his patrons' loads rolling deep inside of his ass in order to inspire him to work harder for the crowd. An odd choice, but Brownie couldn't think of a reason to argue with his boss's decision. He was the best, after all! The black silicone was of course hidden from sight by the spandex wrapped almost painfully snug around his lower half, this was a classy establishment after all. Yet Brownie easily lifted his tail to present the outline of the toy to those who were watching him roll his meaty rump around for their pleasure. 

The sounds of desperate gasps tore through the room, giving Brownie a sense of elation, the likes of which made him pant.

He was such a good boy!

Reaching back to slap his toned rear end, Brownie turned his head to look across the room to see if a certain someone was watching him. 

Crimson eyes met his own as the only other darknut within the building stared at him from his place at the door. Smiling to Ripper, Brownie bent himself low to the ground and then humping himself backwards, his mind cheering him on as he did so, as his movements would always make the other darknut hard as a rock within the tight fitting black pants strapped onto his colossal thighs. Low moans, like those born from an intense bout of intimacy, spilled out from Brownie's throat as he flexed his plump butt up and down and then all around for those looking at him. Reaching back to smack himself once again, Brownie let out a deeper moan as he thrust himself back and forth inside of the air like a submissive in the throes of a mind searing heat.

Ripper licked his broad tongue along the side of his scarred muzzle.

The crowds' calls of ecstasy became so vocal at this point that Brownie lost himself within the sea of their calls for him.

Everyone wanted him. 

To feel his body. To taste his fur and flesh. To bury themselves within the heat of his puckered flesh.

He was theirs to use. To claim. And to then seed with their essence until he was left a sobbing wreck that begged for more.

So much more.

Ripper found himself making his way forward to the stage without thought. 

Brownie didn't notice, as by the time he was done shaking his ass for everyone the herculean darknut flipped himself around, his hands holding up his body in the professional manner in which he had been taught, and then did a moonsault. The sight of his sweat covered body gliding through the smoke and lust filled air was like poetry in motion, that was just how well choreographed Brownie had become in performing such a maneuver. Once he had flipped over onto his naked feet the blue darknut turned around then placed one of his massive hands back behind his dark brown head and then the other onto the growing bulge within his crotch. Hammering his thick hips forward as though he were humping another male, Brownie pumped himself over and over again while rolling his hand down the length of his sleek form. The evidence of his own arousal with what he was doing could easily be seen by the dark, wet spot which bloomed in between his legs. 

Brownie threw his head back, moaning in time with this desperate motion as he did so. The silver collar shimmered like a beacon in the night, as it called to everyone within the room.

As expected, some of the onlookers were attempting to charge forward onto the stage, but a quick set of knuckles along the top of their heads stilled their motions. The perpetrator of this violent act found himself snorting in annoyance at the insolence of the patrons in question, though he spoke nothing of his frustrations with their antics as he made his way up onto the stage. 

Brownie chuckled as he looked to see Ripper toss off his clothes with the carelessness of a feral mutt looking to get himself free from an offending obstacle. Once he free from his offending wrappings, the crimson eyed darknut got behind the younger darknut, grabbed him around the waist and then ground his naked groin along the back of the other's buttplug sealed rump. Had Brownie not be used to the antics of his dominant he might have been concerned about the other being punished for what he was doing, but since the crimson eyed darknut had long since put the boss into his place with regards to who truly owned him, by putting the mage through a brick wall head first, he didn't find himself all that worried over the fate of his mate as the other began to show the world who he belonged.

A gasp tore free from Brownie's throat when Ripper squeezed a hand along his aroused, animalistic cock hard enough to make him see stars. Reaching down to his growing knot, the older darknut whispered to him about how badly he was going to punish his tailhole for teasing him as he had, however Brownie simply growled back a playful retort in response. Pumping his twin cheeks back along his dominant's hardened shaft, the younger darknut danced his body along Ripper's crotch over and over again, all the while nuzzling his muzzle as best he could into his mate's throat. 

The memory of when the other had first seen him flittered within Brownie's mind like a butterfly sweeping its gentle wings through the summer sky. That moment, followed by so many more, had found Brownie being thrown onto a table, stripped of his clothes and then spread open without question. The feeling of his tailhole being used to the point where his inner muscles burned was one in which made Brownie gasp and groan in ecstasy to this very day. Ripper was an animal when he fucked, and his desire for the blue eyed darknut was such that he had slowly released all of his passion into the other once they were locked together in the dance of creation. 

And then the other had used him again. And again. And again. All the way until Brownie would bend over and lift his tail for him at the merest provocation of Ripper's lusts.

How much he wanted to be taken right then, to be filled with the elder male's seed until he could begin to taste it within his throat, but that was against the rules, and while Ripper didn't care about such things, in so far as they were aimed at himself, he didn't want to get his mate in trouble. And so instead of ripping the spandex covering his submissive's front from view and then stuffing his ass full until his stomach bloated outwards, the crimson eyed darknut snapped his fangs around Brownie's shoulder blade and then chewed on the fur and flesh underneath his tongue, all the while pumping at his canine cock even harder than he already was. 

Brownie howled from the painful sensation of having his body arrested by his dominant's sharp teeth. However he didn't struggle out of the other's grip, as Ripper had full rights to his body, instead the blue eyes darknut danced for the crowd even more sensually as his mate reminded him who he belonged to once again. The feeling of Ripper's hand reaching for his knot made him shudder. 

Blue eyes questioned if the other was going to do what he thought they would. 

A smirk answered his question. 

When the older darknut moved his fingers around inside of his shorts and then began playing with the plug inside of him, Brownie could have melted into the stage. Ripper purred into his throat, promising him of what he knew would be coming later as numerous rupees were thrown out onto the stage all around them.

Brownie gasped and groaned and whimpered like mad as his mate moved his hand around to toy with his seed sack, squeezed his plump manhood, and then bumped at the base of the fat plug inside of him so hard that his prostate became charged with electricity. 

He wanted oh so badly to come, to release the proof of his submission for the other male in front of everyone's eyes. And he got quite close to doing so as Ripper stroked his fully hard cock up and down with bruising strokes that demanded more pre-cum escape out onto the front of his shorts, though he didn't release himself. It took every drop of his willpower to keep from doing so, but he didn't shoot out his load onto the stage. Instead Brownie continued to dance and grind and pump himself forward for the cheering crowd of onlookers, all the while Ripper licked and chewed on his neck.