From straight loner to gay orgy in a matter of hours. All I wanted was to go back to my normal life. But I think what scared me most about the
prospect was, with Runt's magic working on me, I knew I would enjoy it.
What else could I do? I had to go through with it.
Runt led me out of the main room and down a quiet corridor. At the end of it was a large, golden door, like the entrance to an egyptian tomb.
Runt nudged me towards it. My heart was pounding as I unlocked it with key Jean-Pierre had given me.
I stepped outside onto a grassy pasture, though I could have sworn we were in the middle of the building. And in the middle of New York, but
now I could see out to the mountains on the horizon. The clear sky was filled with stars, none of which I recognised. It looked like we were on a
small island, surrounded by calm ocean. I looked back at the door we'd come through. I could still see the corridor through it, but on this side
the door was just a gateway.
I could hear voices nearby. A short walk away was a large, wooden gazebo. I could see coloured lanterns and moving figures. I could smell fruit.
Runt could tell I was nervous. He held my hand and squeezed it.
'I promise you,' he said. 'You're going to enjoy yourself.'
It was uncharacteristic of Runt to be this comforting. I don't know if it was his magic working overtime on me or if it was genuine, but I really
loved him at that moment. I felt actually fond of him, and knew he was fond of me. If it was all just magic, I hoped it would last. He led me
towards the gazebo.
The gazebo clearly had sex in mind with its construction. The floor was covered with thick persian rugs. There were no seats, just piles of large
and small cushions. In the centre, a low table covered in fruit and wines.
There were already a about a dozen creatures there. I saw fairies and demons and mythical beasts of all types and gender. But my eye was
drawn to a burly minotaur, laid on his side on one of the larger cushions. He looked more like the greek legend than modern day fantasy. His
body was entirely human, though it did look a bit greek too. He was broad, with an attractive balance of bulk and muscle, and had well-tanned
skin and thick, dark body hair. His head was entirely bull, though, with large horns and dark fur, and a long, cow tail flicked playfully behind
him. The way he was laid, it was as if he was deliberately showing off his massive cock and balls. He smiled at me at me and Runt walked in.
Perhaps there was some affinity between half breeds like us.
Me and Runt sat down beside each other on another cushion. Beside us was a woman with long black hair, who gave us a sly glance. With It
was only on second glance that I realised she had golden hair on her legs and a lion's tail. Half lion, half human. A sphinx, perhaps, only not
quite like the ones I'd seen. She still had her human figure, large breasts and a lithe waist, but she was lion from the waist down, like a lion
version of a faun. In my current state, I didn't find her attractive but knew I would if Runt would relinquish his spell on me.
A moment later, Jean Pierre appeared. He stood before us.
'Greetings all,' he said. 'Thank you all for coming, whether you've been here many times or if this is your first.'
He smiled at me.
'As ever, there is no point to intercourse without foreplay, so if you've not partaken of the wine or the fruit yet, please do.'
All the other creatures, it seemed, were already up to speed with how things went, so only me and Runt took something. He grabbed a glass of
wine and handed me a bunch of grapes. I ate them nervously. Instantly, I understood why. All my doubts and fears and inhibitions vanished. I
didn't feel drunk, my mind was clear, but I felt completely at peace. I was no longer ashamed about being naked. In fact I was proud of my
body. My cute furry legs and my rugged chest hair and my frankly delicious cock.
Everyone else looked beautiful too. The men and the women equally. And not just in a lustful way, though that was certainly on my mind. But
all of their other features were just as important. The minotaur's hairy toes, the sphinx's pert little ears, Runt's cute, fuzzy belly button, all of
these were just as sexy as their respective cocks and boobs.
'Excellent,' said Jean-Pierre. 'Now, I will have my chance with all of you, so don't be impatient. And to start things off, have a gift.'
And then Jean-Pierre removed his loincloth. He was completely naked.
It hit the crowd like a wave. Arousal spread throughout the gazebo. Before I'd even realised what had happened, my cock had gone completely
hard. I wasn't embarrassed. If anything, it was funny.
And Jean-Pierre's cock was magnificent. Perfect, as if it had been sculpted. Large, but not ridiculous. Tanned and smooth, yet rugged and a
little hairy. The crowd gave polite applause.
'Let us begin.'
A hand touched my shoulder. 'May I?' said a voice.
It belonged to...