Dylan is ready to go, stepping forward to meet the barbarian. Confident, rowdy, then confused as Mike pulls him back. The satyr having a scheming look, plotting for how to make this more interesting than a simple fight.
"Wait, bro."
"Wait? What you want to fight him?"
"Hehehe, maybe."
The minotaur blankly stares at the smaller satyr. He's weaker, thinner, and less equipped for a battle. He'd only be fodder for this human to beat, definitely not a real challenge with a chance of converting him. Though still, Mike seems serious. Having a playful smile as he keeps a hold of his roommate.
"He's going to rip you in half."
"Damn right I will. Not just with the axe either, I really like it rough."
"If you just want to get fucked then ask me after the fight. I've got a monster to make."
"I'm dead set on this man. C'mon, I'll tell you how I'm gonna win!"
The barbarian listens in, seeming amused as he rests his axe once more and takes a seat on the ground.
"Now I really want to beat that satyr. Go make your plans, I'll wait for our fight."
Dylan grumbles, Mike leading him away. Out of eyeshot and earshot of the human. The minotaur annoyed, trying to keep his anger in check at having just lost the opportunity to make a man into a monster.
"Dude, what the fuck!"
"Hey, easy man, easy. You're just a bit pent up, I can fix that."
After licking his lips, Mike goes to suck his friend's cock. Wetting the tip as the bull's dick emerges and grows. Needing no more coaxing as it already squirts drips of pre under the satyr’s calculated movements. A light kiss made onto the flared tip, hand grabbing onto the minotaur's full balls. Stroking the skin, encouraging more seed to spill as the goatman turns away from the bull, and offers his ass. Reason tossed out as Dylan descends like the beast he is. He's in heat, needing nothing more than a hole to blow his load into as he pins his roommate under his hardy body and rams his dick inside his waiting ass.
Everything about their current love felt perfect and real. The fur on Dylan's chest tickling Mike's smooth back. The bigger man overshadowing the smaller, keeping him still as the bull grunts and moans. Satyr laying flat and focusing only on his partner's pleasure. Letting the other monster use him as he sees fit and putting all his willpower into preventing himself from climaxing. For this to work, he needs Dylan to fill him up, and can't afford to cum himself.
Right on command, the bull thrusts one last time. Oversized cock snuggly fitting in the satyr's ass, as it becomes wet with beast spunk. Mike feeling his own climax getting closer and closer. His dick tingling with need, body still flat on the ground and against the grass. He could just thrust once or twice for his own release. It would feel so good, but he can't, he needs to stand firm. Remaining still as the minotaur leaves his ass, then helps him off the ground.
"Thanks, that uh, did feel good."
A part of Dylan couldn't believe he had just fucked his friend. Especially since Mike was so nonchalant about this whole thing. Stroking him was one thing, but a full-on fucking was another. The flabbergasted bull's tail swaying as his roommate wags his ass and goes back to the barbarian.
"Now watch the full show, bro. You'll really like it."
The two return to the waiting human. Dylan resting his back against a tree, and watching his friend strut up to the challenge. The barbarian getting to his feet, axe ready for a fight. The satyr rolling his shoulders, hands forming fists and good for a brawl. The human unable to hide a laugh as he sees the lack of equipment on Mike.
"You're really fighting me with just your fists?"
"It's how I fight."
"Hah, good luck then!"
There's barely a battle between the two. Mike lands a single hit, and is tossed to the ground soon after. Arm held to his back, body scrapping against the dirt floor, as the barbarian tosses his weapon aside. Flexing in a display of strength, making a show of his tight abs and where that leads to. His throbbing cock that's already pushing past his loincloth. Nine inches of his glory revealed to the two monsters, as he positions himself to enter the loser.
"Be honest, you just wanted to feel my dick in your ass."
"Caught red handed. You're a stud."
"Hehehe, I'd have done it if you asked nicely. Now I have to teach you a lesson."
While Dylan's cock was definitely wider and longer, the force used is far greater for the barbarian. All his power put behind the initial push, ramming all nine inches of his cock past the satyr's anal ring. The beastman's body equipped for sex with any kind of creature, and perfectly comfortable with the rough treatment. Still, he wants to make this more enjoyable for his partner. Letting out a weak whimper.
"O-ooh, it's too big."
"Just think how hard it'd be if you didn't lube yourself up. That's going to be us next time you try to fight me."
He backs out entirely, then forces in with even more pressure. The barbarians body now squashing the satyr into the earth. Hard chest pressing down on the other man’s back. Sandwiching him between ground and brute, all the while having a cock shoved in his rear. It's heaven for Mike, not only to be fucked by such a stud, but to also know his plan is working. His ass forced to accommodate more of this man’s shaft, as it widens by the second. Dylan’s leftover cum finally absorbed into the human’s skin, and starting his transition to monsterhood.
The mintoaur watches, awestruck as the barbarian goes for another hard thrust. Holding nothing back as his widening body slaps against the weaker mans. Skin looking almost leathery as his muscle shakes with the impact. Moving like a wave to show a fatter form. His arms just as beefy, in fact they're a bit bigger and longer. Though his chest has lost the muscle definement and is starting to become more rotund. Fatter gut keeping Mike down as he goes even deeper thanks to his new length.
"THAT'S IT, SLUT! YOU'RE MINE! YOU BELONG TO ME!"
"Y-Yes! I do!"
Mike's face is bright red. Cock weakly pressing against the dirt as the monster behind him continues to slam into his rear. He doesn't want to compare it, but it's so much better than what he had with Dylan. Just feeling more of this man’s meat fill him as he changes. Having his stretched hole stretch even further to accommodate more of this gargantuan cock. Seeing less and less of the woods as the new monster is born, his burly body large enough to completely cover the satyr’s line of sight. All combined with the satisfaction of freeing a human of their humanity.
Meanwhile, the barbarian is all too focused on making sure this would-be challenger learns his place. He needs to be taught a lesson, 'I'm the king around here, and he's just another hole that belongs to me!' More strength filling the power-hungry man, his arms chiselled, and his gut fat from countless feasts. Moobs and stomach jiggling as he keeps his subject in his place, though the swaying is only surface level, revealing hard muscle straight underneath the wide form. Mikes begs and whines music to this monsters’ ears, he's learning his place, but his new sensitive nose smells something off. The satyr is starting to cum, and the barbarian presses even harder in response.
"NOT YET! You'll cum when your king lets you!"
"Y-yes bro..."
Mike holds it in, still ready for whatever treatment comes next. Happy to fulfil his role as a satyr, maximising his partners pleasure and enduring whatever treatment awaits him. Which continues to be hard slams in and out past his ring. His own athletic form partially buried into the dirt thanks to the new monster’s descent. He couldn't move even if he wants to, and he knows that just makes this barbarian happier.
The former human's hair starts to grow long and wild. Becoming shoulder length as he keeps claiming his first subject. Leathery skin turning a dark green, bits of it becoming harder on the shoulders, creating bumps along his skin. Two large tusks jutting out of his jaw, partially curling, and perfect for devouring large meals. The gluttonous beast almost complete, the new troll ready to claim more land as he fully crushes Mike under his body, and fills his needy ass.
The satyr drools as he's treated to this troll’s swill. Not only does the king’s thick, hot juice churn inside him. But the cock resting inside his rear feels even better than before. There are harder spots alongside the cock, just like with the troll’s shoulder. Each of which demand the man’s full attention as they rub against his insides. Stimulating him further as he weakly begs.
"B-bro, can I-"
"Who is your king?"
"Y-you-"
"THEN CUM FOR HIM!"
As ordered, Mike finally feeds the dirt underneath him. Balls sloshing as his goat-cock releases its juices, sinking into the earth as the new monster leaves him without a care. Pulling out all fourteen inches of his cock, the cum soaked meat slapping against his beer belly as he stomps off towards the minotaur. Dylan beyond intimidated from what he just saw, gulping and waiting for the troll’s orders, which soon arrive.
"Clean my cock."
Not wanting to receive any discipline of his own, Dylan kneels and gets to work. His long tongue licking up the mix of his seed, and the troll’s spill. The salty taste slowly becoming a delightful treat, after all why wouldn't it be a treat, his king is letting him drink up his seed. The bull working harder to make sure every inch of his cock is clean, before standing up straight for his king. The troll patting his subordinate’s shoulder, than looking to the satyr who is slowly getting back up from the ground. Cum still leaking from his ass, as the troll makes a declaration to these two men.
"I am King Gargtusk! Ruler of this forest! This Kingdom! You two belong to me, and will help me expand!"
"Of course, my king!"
"Right bro!"
The two see a message on their display, the first message seen since logging on. 'Joined guild - Gargtusk's Goons.'
"Now I need to get a bite. You better log on tomorrow! 1pm on the dot! Otherwise..."
Gargtusk starts to get hard again, Dylan speaking in before he becomes fully erect.
"Right my king! We will!"
"Good. Now rest, you've earned it."
All three men log off. Dylan and Mike back in their house, pants stained with cum as they look to the other. Unsure to start, but then having a full smile. They're different than when they entered, though neither seems to notice the changes. Mike's form more athletic, a bit of muscle building up on him. While Dylan's even more built, his chest hairs thicker and more numerous. The two just watching the other, recalling their antics in the game, and feeling a tugging in their pants. Mike being the first to look away, cheeks a bright red as he walks to his room.
"U-uh, I'm gonna go sleep bro- Dylan. O-okay?"
"Y-yeah I'll do the same. Gotta see Gargtusk in the morning though."
"Yep. Will do. Can't leave the king waiting."
Despite the awkwardness to their interaction, both men are eager to serve their new king. Resting up as commanded, and ready for a new day where they'll follow his every command. Their jobs and life secondary to whatever this man wants, priorities shuffled to put him first above all else. They are his subjects, and they will be good monsters for his rule.