Lexington's Ultimate Fantasy

January's Idea, posted VERY late. My deepest apologies. I've been swamped wit school work and haven't been able to post as much as i'd like but I'll do my best to make February's picture on time.

Story by AnotherMeekOne on Furaffinity

They should’ve known that magic so powerful wouldn’t die easily. The grimorum arcanorum was missing only a page, and that page would be returned whether they liked it or not. Burning it wouldn’t do. But it wasn’t like Lexington predicted that—he was just the one who found it again.

Well, more accurately, it found him. There was something surreal about getting whapped in the face with a thousand-year-old spell page like it was nothing but a dingy newspaper. Where had it come from? Who knows, magic was bullshit. Lexington was always on the side of technology for that reason. Of all the Manhattan Clan, he should’ve been the most responsible and dismissive, dutifully telling the others about the rediscovered page.

If it had been any other spell, he would’ve.

The goblin-sized gargoyle spent weeks toiling and deliberating one way or another, but after the first night passed and he didn’t mention it, the conclusion was foregone. He took Goliath first, and then everyone else—personally, one by one, he performed the incantation and blasted his friends with the magic. It wasn’t betrayal. Really, most of the clan was unscathed.

They just wouldn’t question the two who weren’t. 

Lexington clutched the page to his chest as he approached them. Everyone else was taken care of, no one would question what he had done, was doing, or would do with them. Everyone else would continue as if everything was normal and not disturb Lexington’s antics. His clanmates had writhed when he cast the spell over them, contorting and yelling as the sickly green haze swirled around them, and no one else at the base popped in to ask what the hell was going on.

Now the stood almost-still, swaying, heads against their chests and eyes glowing that same green color. Lexington knew it worked, but he still could hardly believe it was really happening—Brooklyn and Broadway, brought under by the mind control spell, ready to accept anything or do anything he put into their heads. His loincloth was already starting to pitch a tent.

“Remain still and mindless, until I say otherwise!” Lexington said.

“Yes master,” the two droned in monotonous synchronization.

He inspected Brooklyn first: smooth red skin, a wild mane of white hair, a handsome beaked face, tight muscles, thick tail and even thicker bubble butt. Lexington slapped Brooklyn’s beefy ass just to watch it jiggle. He could break chopsticks with that thing. “Mm…” And without warning, he lifted Brooklyn’s loincloth too, exposing a nice long cock and drooping ballsack. Mesmerized, Lexington squeezed it. He wasn’t used to any cocks that weren’t his own. Brooklyn’s felt firm and meaty, not much give despite being flaccid.

Broadway was broad, and the bodily opposite of Brooklyn in most ways: pale blue skin, bald, a kindly human-ish face, and he was fat-fat-fat. But for some reason, Broadway’s big belly and tubby features were also attractive, especially in juxtaposition to Brooklyn. As for Broadway’s dick, it was smaller, but the balls were bigger—it was his ass that really got Lexington’s attention. Brooklyn had a musclebutt, but Broadway had cake. His butt was huge and cushiony, and it was four times as wide as Lexington himself.

He inspected them closely. The night was young, still, and no one could stop him. The pair of brutes stood with their mouths gaping, eyes glowing a spiraling green, while Lexington looked at every part of them. Looked, tasted, smelled, rubbed. Brooklyn looked amazing with that fit body and his cock, his ass, the armpits and feet and mouth, it all tasted delicious and new to him, but Broadway beat Brooklyn in terms of scent and touch. Broadway smelled masculine, musky, sexual and strong, and rubbing that big gut and playing with the bull-sized ballsack was lots of fun.

It felt like hours to Lexington, but it was only half-an-hour of toying with them that way. The possibilities swimming through his mind became dizzying, but he had to assert dominance first. “Listen to me,” Lexington said slowly. “I’m the master around here. Your master. You both belong to me.”

“You’re the master. We both belong to you,” they said in blank-faced unison. 

“That’s right! But, only when I call you a slave,” the little gargoyle said. “When I call you a slave, you fall into a tranced state like this, where I can order you however I want. When I tell you to wake up, you snap out of it, remembering nothing. You won’t notice anything different either, you’ll be oblivious to anything that happened while you’re hypnotized.”

“Yes master, we will forget, we will be oblivious to anything that happened.” 

“When you’re not hypnotized, you’ll act and think and be your usual selves in every way, unless I say otherwise. In other words, normal.”

“We will be normal,” they repeated.

As tempting as it was to permanently enslave them, Lexington would miss their real selves. And he’d be less likely to be caught, and they still had a city to patrol, and he had lots of ideas for making them do things while “normal.”

In fact, Lexington already had an example. “Face each other and put these on yourselves,” he said. He gave his slaves each a pair of handcuffs and made them hug each other, and a set of collars too. They were forced to press into each other, staring at the other equally brain-drained. Lexington knew he’d jerk off for a long while to this memory, with Broadway’s big belly pressing into Brooklyn, and Brooklyn’s face so close to Broadway’s… But he wasn’t done yet.

“When you wake up next, you will both be very, very gay, and very obedient to me—you’ll see me as the sexiest, baddest gargoyle—and you’re both my happy fuckslaves who want to put on a good show for me by making out and grinding on each other! You’re gay gargoyles!” Lexington started jerking himself off.

“Yes master. When we wake up, we’re gay gargoyles.”

The response was dull, but not for long. “Then wake up, right now!” Lexington snapped his fingers.

Brooklyn and Broadway gasped as the breath of life was forced back in them, and their bodies and minds were electrified with absolute lust. The whole time Lexington had examined the slaves, they remained flaccid. Their cocks immediately started getting hard, poking and pressing into each other as the embrace went from robotic to passionate. 

“Ah—Master—” Brooklyn squealed, and Lexington could’ve came right then. “Thank you, Master, for enslaving us—for picking us, making us yours—” He was interrupted with a pair of clawed hands grabbing him by the ass and yanking their sweaty bodies together inseparably. 

“Shut up, slut,” Broadway said with a gruff grin. “Master wants a show. I wanna give him one.” He gave Lexington a sly wink, then he turned back to Brooklyn and started making out with him.

Their wings flapped in the air as their tongues and mouths tangled and forced into one slobbering mess, and Brooklyn was already humping Broadway’s belly with great need. Broadway, somehow turning into the more dominant of the two, was content to slide his cock between Brooklyn’s taint and sandwich between the thighs. They rocked and humped and went at each other, and as they wrestled their cocks started to frot, and that really made them howl.

They were so lost in putting on a show they didn’t notice Lexington had passed out, coated in his own cum. They’d wake him up eventually, in their own special way.