Beastmen tales

>beastmen army is coming
>turns out they're not really evil
>empire propaganda likes to paint them out that way to excuse slaughtering them
>they do love to raid farms and steal a few goods, but rarely use lethal force
>they set up camp near the village
>everyone acts all upset and outraged
>the beasts may not be outright killing anyone, but it's clear that they're up to some kind of... debauchery
>judging by the sounds and the smells coming up-wind from the camp
>unknown to everyone is that the beastmen's scent is releasing powerful aphrodisiacs
>what would have been considered unthinkable by many is now becoming more and more tempting
>over time, the women of the village all sneak off to visit the beastmen camp
>the beasts welcome them warmly
>the women are treated as gently (or as savagely) as they like
>the vile pleasures of beastly shafts becomes addictive and all-encompassing
>few are the women who don't come back again and again
>soon, every woman is carrying a beast child
>the beastmen stay near the village just long enough for the pregnant women to come to term
>faced with this dishonour, some of the village men go into the camp to protest
>they gather up arms and march up to the beast-lord to confront him

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>march with your father and a few other town guards towards the camp
>you feel this is an ill-conceived plan, but hold your tongue
>he lost his shit when your sister revealed to him she was pregnant with a goatman's baby
>or maybe a boar's
>or one of those warhound's
>she told their father dreamily how the hound had the most stimulating and wonderful bulge near the base of it's...
>thankfully your mind tuned out the rest as your father started screaming
>after that it was a simple matter of gathering up a mob
>murderers or not, the beastmen have committed a dishonor
>and one of this magnitude may as well be a murder
>strangely, the beast guards don't even try to stop you or the other men
>you make it right up to the beast-lord's cabin
>your father knocks on it loudly with the sharp side of his axe
>A massive minotaur with gold-tipped horns opens the door
>an intimidating smile adorns his muzzle
>he gestures us to step into his cabin
>having expected much more of a fight, your father steps in, a bit confused
>your own mind feels muddy as well
>the musky stench that could be made out from afar is all encompassing here in the camp
>the minotaur sits in his primal looking thrown and patiently hears your father's speech about honor
>he nods slowly and says he can easily make this right, and restore honor
>the townsmen look at each other perplexed, but also relieved
>it was becoming increasingly clear that if they had had to fight, it would have been over quickly
>and not in the favor of the humans
>the beast-lord steps up to the group and casually removes the loin-cloth that had been hiding his crotch
>the furred sheath looks big even on his massive frame
>compared to a humans it's obscenely large
>and already from the tip a long slick pink length is emerging
>you look around and see that more beastmen are emerging from the shadows
>all of them exposing their manhoods (beasthoods?)
>one for each of the humans present, you realize
> “Suck it, and honor will be restored.”
>your father mumbles something, not understanding
>the scent of musk is now thick enough to stun in the overcrowded cabin
>before he can protest, the beast-lord grabs him by the head and shoves your father into his crotch
>the bull lets out a pleasured bellow as human lips encompass his lengthy shaft
> “What about the little one?”
>you realize all of the other beasts have coupled with the guards, but not you
>not yet
>with horror you can feel that you're fully erect
>a very real part of you hopes that they'll take you as well
>the beast-lord grunts and then looks at you, right in the eyes
> “Too young, I wager.  He'd be too puny to serve as a pleasure-slave. I like a bit of meat on their bones.”
>with that he leans forward and gives your father a slap on his ass, causing the submissive man to squeal in shock
>you now realize that something is definitely happening to your father and the other men
>as they suckle, their frames are shrinking
>but their hips are growing out
>after a long while the beast-lord pulls away from your father and you get to see his face
>or her face?
>no doubt, whatever magic the beastmen have been using have been causing the village men to become more effeminate
>and less human, judging by the growing muzzles on their faces
> “Did you like that, little cow?” the beast-lord says, gropping your father's new plush butt.
>you see her shudder and gasp as long whip-like tail slips from her pants
>soon the beastmen have stripped the former human men
>they all seem very eager to be groped and handled by the ones they wanted to kill not long ago
>you see they aren't quite female
>they still have their packages, but they are diminished
>you yelp out in terror as the beast-lord is suddenly before you
>his deep breaths huffing loudly in your face
> “Let that be a lesson to you.  We don't kill, if we can avoid it.  But we will defend ourselves when threatened.  If you, or any of your people take up arms against us, you'll join your father here as a hoard-slave.”
>a short while later, the hoard is ready to move on
>the beastmen who originally arrived
>the new children that would grow their hoard
>and a handful of effeminate, and strangely familiar looking, beast-slaves
>you're quite sure your father will be happy in his new role
>judging from the vacant smile and furious fucking you saw him engaged in as you left him