Bandit’s Lair

July 12, 2024July 4, 2024 MagicFablebrainwash, brainwashing, dumbing, erotica, gay, NSFW, sci-fi, straight to gay, transformationLeave a comment

Cool air blew onto his face as the inspector drove through the bleak, sun scorched hellscape. Even with the protective coating on the windshield, the sun’s never ending assault right in his face was irritating. The inspector glanced at the thermometer. 126 C, below the lav-van’s max. With any luck, he’d make it to his destination before a solar flare drove the daylight side into the hundreds for days, if not weeks.

The radio dispatch hissed as it switched to the outlander’s satellite mode. Begrudgingly, he also switched the radio news off the local station with its limited area and to the vastly inferior satellite planetary news station. Inspector Gonzalez despised the surface level, tragedy focused nature of the planetary news station, but it couldn’t be helped. While Starsis only had a population in the few tens of millions, about 23.7 if memory served, creating a new program that covered all the twilight cities and the outlands let only the most sensational of stories make the waves. He didn’t have much of a choice out here.

Slight differences in the landscape made the lav-van ebb and flow as it maintained it’s exact 0.32 meter distance from the lifeless ground. The lav-van’s contents swayed and creaked in the main cabin as Gonzalez finally saw the tall sunshade.

His destination was a small abandoned mining town near the edge of the day-side outlands. Set up to mine some exotic ore, it had run dry some 15 years past. With no other reason to maintain the town, the inhabitants up and left for richer prospects taking anything of value with them. All that remained was the towering triangular sunshade that reflected most of the sun’s harsh rays back into space, the habi-dome and dock that maintained livable atmosphere and temperature, the dozen or so buildings to simulate life, and junk. At least, that’s what everyone thought.

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Himbo Jailbreak

June 14, 2024June 9, 2024 MagicFabledumbing, erotica, gay, himbo, himbo bull, himbo cow, NSFW, tf, transformationLeave a comment

Arnold, or Arny as he’d begrudgingly gone by for years, rechecked his notes for the upcoming presentation. A bigwig was going to be in today for a spot review of the facility and part of that included a review of his work in re-domesticating the troublesome bull Augy.

Augy had entered the facility as a captive from a breakaway herd out west. Since day one he’d been nothing but trouble. At the best of times he could be mildly cooperative, following orders that his slow bull brain managed to understand would get him something he wanted. The rest of the time, he was a lost cause.

Throughout his experiments, or more accurately described as trial and error, Arny had only found one trick to keep the troublesome wild bull placated. That being a constant supply of cows so that he may fuck himself into a post nut stupor. The primary problem? How the hell was he supposed to re-domesticate this bull if the only think keeping him from rampage was a constant stream of what should be rewards!

This assignment had been nothing but a white elephant from the beginning for Arny.

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Trouble in the Frontier

May 12, 2023 MagicFableerotica, gay, NSFW, orcLeave a comment

Content Warning!

This story includes themes, imagery, and language some readers might not find acceptable. These include: homophobic slurs, watersports (piss play), pits worship, power play.

If you find any of these unacceptable, this is not the story for you.

Gliding up the narrow dirt road, Rick was silent. The soft leather of his boots mixed with years of practice to muffle any noise. His pack was expertly arraigned so that nothing would make a peep, a clank, nor a jolt as he traversed the poorly maintained and rarely traveled road leading to the small mountain village of Dragon Pass.

Periodically, birds would chirp in the forest’s canopy. Squirrels and other foraging creatures would squeak at the discovery of more food. The forest’s prey continued their daily lives free of predators, allowing Rick to slightly relax and focus on his mission.

Some time ago, the overly bloated egos at the mage college sent one of their students to this back-woods village. Arnold? Andre? Rick couldn’t remember the poor saps name, but he had it written down somewhere in his pack. From his few run-ins with the college in the past, the big wigs were probably trying to weaponize Elvin and wild magic for yet another pointless war that the kings wanted.

The college lost all contact with him a few months after he arrived. The big wigs, in all their hubris, assumed the village had finally been wiped out. That is, until the village’s tax cart came rolling into the nearest town of size last month. In a scramble to save their pointless reputation, they’d hired Rick to go investigate what happened to their unfortunate student.

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Creating a Dom

April 28, 2023April 23, 2023 MagicFabledom tf, erotica, gay, hypno, NSFW, One off story, tf, transformationLeave a comment

Dull light filled the room, its only source being a lone computer monitor. A hint of red glowed from the microphone on the desk. The clicking of a mouse with an occasional keystroke were the only noise routinely heard.

“You are an alpha man.” Eiion repeated the only line he’d said for the last hour. Painstakingly, he was attempting to ensure it was perfect. Getting the right cadence, tone, rhythm, and pitch took many trials and just as many errors. Finally, he’d gotten it exactly how he wanted.

A knock on the door roused Eiion from his work. Before responding, he expertly switched tabs to his usual FPS of choice that he’d play with friends online. Today, though, he was in a single player match, not that a casual observer would know the difference. He unpaused the game and beckoned his caller forth.

The caller opened the door and stepped just inside. “Babe? It’s after two. Are you coming to bed?” He was average in almost every way. Average height, average weight, average musculature, average intelligence, average demeanor. The only area he wasn’t average was his cock. Rather than the bullshit most guys spew to boost their fragile egos, he was actually packing seven plus inches in his pants. Inches Eiion adored when he could coax the lust out of his boyfriend.

Eiion responded without breaking eye contact with the screen, channeling what little remained of his years in high school theatre. “Let me finish up this match and I’ll join you, Kev.”

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Himbo Prison

April 14, 2023April 2, 2023 MagicFableerotica, gay, gay erotica, himbo, himbo bull, himbo cow, NSFW, seriesLeave a comment

Harsh floresint light wafted down between the thick reinforced bars into the small room. Pure white, it lacked any color, any windows, any smudge of occupation. The hum of various machines filled the room. The beeping of a heart monitor, the hissing of oxygen lines, the groans of a hydraulic motor.

Augy’s eyes slowly opened before tightly closing once more. Blinded, he took his time for vision to return. The blur in his mind was thicker than normal. Groggily, he slowly looked around the room.

On the far side stood a man dressed in a mediocre and ill-fitting suit. His gut had just reached the point that it started drooping over his waistband. Counter to this were his arms, which hugged the wool sleeves tightly before trailing down to big, callused hands. “What’s the prognosis, Doctor?”

The man he spoke to was shorter and very thin. His nearly anorexic construction barely filled the shoulders off his long white coat that threatened to slip off if he didn’t keep his elbows wide. His thick glasses seemed to drag his face into the clipboard he was reading. “No broken bones. Musculature in good order. Haven’t looked at his cock since the ketamine’s had him to nocked out for stimulation, but the multiple STI’s I’ve already treated leads me to believe it’s working fine.”

The suited man realized Augy was awake and was staring at him intently. “And his mind? Can he be reintegrated?”

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Button

April 7, 2023March 19, 2023 MagicFablebro, dumbing, erotica, gay, himbo, jock, nerd to jock, NSFW, One off story, tf, transformationLeave a comment

Jose was a bright young man of just 23 and was beaming with youthful ambition. Finishing top of his class at a top university in his field, his academic prowess could not be denied. It shocked no one when he was quickly snatched up by one of the top mechanical engineering firms in the country on a very enviable starting salary.

He was never an anti-social young man. Jose had many friends all throughout university that he would meet with and tutor regularly. Public speaking or anything that involved being put on a pedestal did terrify him. Despite his large intellect, he remained humble. Jose’s physical attributes ensured that.

Standing at six foot six, his height was that every girl dreamed of. His face was boyish but was starting to show the mature stylings of an attractive man with a square jaw. Brown hair naturally curled on his head that reached down to his eyebrows in a cute mop. Brown eyes, bright with intelligence, analyzed the world while his skin looked naturally sun kissed during winter.

While tall and possessing handsome features, he lacked any real muscle definition. In his arms, one could easily identify his humerus, ulna, and radius. The same applied to his legs. His ribs were not visible, but not for the reason he would have liked. Years of study and very poor diet produced a gut that did not appear to be slowing down in its growth.

With the signing bonus from his new job, young Jose was able to make the downpayment on a small townhouse in the ‘cheaper’ part of town. The demands of such a high skill job and the pressure to prove himself immediately made the move in process very slow. After six months, he was still living out of boxes. As luck would have it, he finally had a free weekend to try catching up.

Pressing the phone between his head and shoulder, Jose talked while building his bedframe. “I know, I know. It’s been months since we hung out, but this is my first weekend and I’m tired of living out of boxes. Plus, how am I supposed to bring a date home when I sleep on a bare mattress on the floor?” He tightened the last bolt and stood up. “Meet up tonight? I’ll think about it. Can’t make any promises though, I’ll likely be exhausted. Let me know when the next time comes, ok?”

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Path of Anaki

March 31, 2023March 19, 2023 MagicFableerotica, gay, NSFW, One off storyLeave a comment

Content Warning!

The following story contains derogatory language some readers may not find acceptable. Reader discretion is advised.

“It’s not fair!” Dominic fumed as he stomped between the rows of bunkbeds in the dorm. “I don’t want to be a fag wife, I’m a fucking man! With a cock and everything! But noooo, some old fart decided I was to become some man’s fuckhole. Like I would ever be an obedient bitch shaking my ass for cock!”

“Calm down, Dom. There’s nothing we can do.” Ryan did his best to ease his raging friend. He even used the nickname Dominic insisted everyone call him by, though none did. Ryan laid back on the bottom bunk and tried to put Dominic’s predicament into focus. “You get to have a husband and a life outside of the temple. I’m going to be a fag ‘priest’.” He raised his head to look at Dominic, “y’know, a public fuckhole as you so eloquently put it.”

“That doesn’t make any of this ok, Ryan!” Dominic beat his fist against the nearest bunk. His thin arms lacked the power to even make it creak. “Besides, you’ll get fucked behind closed doors here at the temple.”

“You only have to do it once, Dom. Once your marriage is consummated, you’ll never have to do it again.” Ryan was getting tired of Dominic’s tantrum. The priests in communion with Anaki determined what their best life would be. To question the decision was to question Anaki himself. No tantrum would change what the gods knew was best.

“Maybe you’ve accepted that you’re a faggot, but I sure as fuck wont!”

“Dominic” a priest called out as he entered the dorm. “It’s time to get ready, boy.”

“Fuck” Dominic swore to no one in particular. “I’ll see you after the ‘ceremony’, Ry.” Knowing better than to keep the priest waiting, Dominic followed him out the door.

Twiddling his thumbs, Zach sat in the empty priests office waiting. His mind was awash with dread and concern. ‘What if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks I’m ugly? Will I be able to get it up for him? What if they mock me?!’ The string of questions without answers would not end.

After several hours of waiting, the door to the office opened at last. In walked a very old man with a bald head and a long beard. He moved very slowly and appeared to struggle with each step. Zach jumped to his feet to help but was waved off. “Sit down, boy. I may be old, but I can get to my own desk.”

He sat down at the desk and started rummaging through papers before finding the one he wanted. “Now, lets see. You’re name is Zach, oh. You don’t have a family name.”

“Yes, sir.” Zach answered promptly. “I was dropped off at the temple’s orphanage anonymously, sir. I never knew my parents, sir.” Zach was always respectful. Having no known family or even family name, he was an outcast even among orphans. Being respectful ensured problems never arose.

“That’s quite alright, boy. The temple will give you one this afternoon during the ceremony so that you may create your own legacy.” The priest returned to the paper. “You’re from Nordis, lovely temple there.”

“Yes sir. It is well maintained sir.”

The priest looked at Zach knowingly and continued. “The temple has arranged a paid apprenticeship with an electrician.” He continued before Zach could chime in again. “And you’ll be living in the temple’s apartments for six months while you save up to get your own place with your new fag wife.” He looked up at Zach before continuing. “Are you ready, boy… em, my apologies. Are you ready, young man?”

Zach’s stature shrank down as the nerves hit him once more. “I-I think so, sir.”

“It’s about time you stopped calling me ‘sir’, young man.”

“Yes, s… Um, yes, will do.”

“That’s better. Now then, lets get you ready young man.”

Dominic’s face was flush and getting redder by the moment. He never expected so many people to show up for a wedding between two orphans. Each step he took on shaking legs as he slowly moved towards the alter.

Everyone was looking at him. And why wouldn’t they be? A young 19 year old virgin fag dressed in a see through vail, a tiny chastity device, and a pair of dress shoes was walking down the aisle to become owned by a man. His youthful skin radiated in the afternoon sun as he barely managed one foot in front of the other.

Zach had yet to look down the aisle. Had yet to lay eyes on the man who would become his fag wife. He was to busy replaying the instructions from the old priest in his mind. ‘Stand up straight, shoulders back. And make sure to not lock your knees.’

His fag wife to be finally reached the alter and the priest began the ceremony. Zach finally looked over and was taken away by his beauty. He was short, slender, and pale. His medium length hair was messy and crossed into his eyes, his adorable eyes full of fear and passion and energy. It must have taken so much courage to walk down the aisle so exposed and vulnerable.

Dominic looked over at the man he was to marry to discover him staring. He jerked his head forward again the moment he saw it. He knew that he was being ogled like a piece of meat, a hole meant to be fucked. In that brief glance Dominic could see that his cock was getting hard in his tuxedo pants. Desperate, his mind started planning an escape from this hell.

“Do you, Zach, take Dominic to be your lawfully wedded fag wife?”

“Huh” was all Zach could say. He hadn’t been paying attention to the priest. After a moments pause, he remembered where he was and choked out, “Oh, um, I do.”

The priest turned to Dominic. “And do you, Dominic, take Zach to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Sheepishly and barely above a whisper, he confirmed. Someone near the back hassled him to be louder but the priest ignored it.

“I now pronounce you, man and fag wife.” Turning to Zach, the priest spoke for the last time. “You may now fuck the fag.”

It was Zach’s turn to have shaking legs as he grabbed Dominic’s hand and guided him up the steps. At the top resided a narrow four post bed covered in white linen. He sat Dominic down and attempted to undress. He fumbled with every portion, from the bow tie to the belt. He nearly fell off the stage getting his pants off.

Dominic could do nothing but stare at the man about to take him. Against his best wishes, he was impressed at what he saw. Zach was tall with broad shoulders. A solid chest with a narrow waist. When Zach pulled his underwear off, Dominic’s eyes went wide. His cock was huge! Easily 8 inches and as thick as his wrist! He wondered how he could take that monster.

Now naked, Zach gently pushed Dominic onto his back. Looking down, he saw that his fag wife was wearing a plug with the crest of Anaki on it. He gently pulled it out and felt Dominic shiver. Finally, he climbed onto the bed. Resting his cock at the entrance to Dominic’s hole, he attempted to push in as he knew his must. The hole refused entry. Knowing it must be done, he leaned over to rest on Dominic.

“Will you open up for me, please?” he whispered near Dominic’s ear as he continued trying to get anything inside.

Dominic’s vision was nearly consumed by Zach’s pit. The hair was matted with sweat from the heat of the day. Even without smelling it, he knew Zach had been forbidden to wear deodorant because he was a man. Slowly, Zach’s scent entered him. It smelled… it smelled…it smelled so good.

His head was moving on it’s own as it barely made contact with Zach’s pit. Zach, feeling Dominic’s hole relax a little, understood what he needed to do. He grabbed the back of Dominic’s head and pushed deeper into his pit and heard him inhale deeply.

Dominic didn’t want to feel this way, but Zach’s pit stink was the best thing he’d ever smelled. With each fresh inhale, he could feel his body relax, his mind relax, his will relax until he felt Zach’s cock head enter him. He let out a soft yelp but it was over powered by Zach’s grown of pleasure. Surprising even himself, he didn’t fight back as Zach slid further into him.

Zach managed to slide all the way in. It was nothing like he expected. Dominic’s ass was tight and soft and warm; so very warm. His hand could never hope to compare, and he doubted he could ever go back to pumping his fist. He pulled out a little, and thrust back in.

Dominic’s butt felt a little pain, but no where near what he expected. If anything, he felt full, complete, whole. As Zach completed his first real thrust, the pain was gone. Pleasure filled its place. A soft moan escaped his lips that scared him. It was a full octave higher than his speaking voice, making him feel weak and effeminate and…faggy. He quickly threw his hands over his mouth to prevent another, hoping to retain some modicum of dignity.

Zach grew annoyed with Dominic hiding his moans. He grabbed both of Dominic’s arms and forced them high above Dominic’s head. Looking into Dominic’s eyes, he issued his first command. “I want to hear you moan.”

“B-but…” Dominic tried to plead for mercy, beg for some minicom of dignity, retain any degree of control. Zach responded by thrusting again, harder this time. Another moan, even higher pitched, escaped.

“What I say, faggot?” It was the first time Zach had ever used the word in such a manor. Sure, he’d used it around the temple and seen other men call people fags. This was the first time he’d called someone a fag though. Part of him felt wrong to do it. It was so disrespectful. Another part, a part slowly getting stronger, not only knew it was appropriate but enjoyed it.

Dominic nodded his head, accepting his Man’s order. As Zach thrust into him again, he made no effort to stifle his moans. Each thrust felt better than the last, making his moans louder and more faggy.

Zach was enjoying the fuck and seeing his fag’s cute face, but it wasn’t a good angle. Without a word and without removing his cock, he flipped Dominic over to lay on his stomach. Holding his fag’s shoulders down, he thrust in and groaned. This was so much easier to burry his cock.

Dominic gave no resistance as he was flipped over. In fact, he started arching his back a little more with each thrust, giving his man the best angle on his pussy to please the cock ravishing him so good. Mind lost in lust, he didn’t realize that a warmth had appeared in his butt.

Onlookers cheered as the man powerfully fucked his new fag wife. A mix of encouragements and requests for positions and for a better show.

Zach could hear all of it as he thrust. He wanted to put on a good show. He wanted the audience to appreciate his deflowering of his new fag wife. Moving his hands to Dominic’s upper arms, he picked the fag’s upper body up and turned.

Dominic was now on his knees facing the crowd, but he showed no shame. He could feel Zach’s hands slide down to his wrists, making him lean over the audience naked.

Out in the crowd, Dominic could see Ryan happily cheering him on. The last of his resistance broke as he was completely filled with mindless pleasure. He let them see the lust in his face as his Man’s big cock fucked him for its pleasure. He wanted them to hear each and every moan as the cock thrust over his prostate. He let Anaki know that he was now a happily owned fag wife.

Zach had never felt this good. Power flowed through every vein as he pulled his fag onto his cock with every thrust. There was just one problem, he was getting close to cumming. With one last thrust he roared as he crossed the pleasurable threshold of orgasm, feeling his fag’s pussy throb and contract on his happy cock.

Cum dribbled out of Dominic’s cage and onto a few onlookers. The orgasm was a pinnacle he’d never experienced before. But as it faded, he was still horny. Zach’s cock had yet to be removed when he was pulled close and felt his Man wrap his arms around him.

“Wanna continue this in our new apartment.” Zach whispered into his fag’s ear before lifting him up a little to nibble on his neck.

“Yes please, Sir.”

Zach finally pulled out and picked up his fag wife bridal style. Neither showed any shame in their nudity, or the cum leaking from multiple places as they walked down the steps and through the crowd. Many patted Zach’s shoulder and congratulated him as they passed, but they were ignored. Zach and Dominic were more focused on continuing their romp until both were completely spent.

In the background, the priest could be heard preaching once more. “Behold, another example of the blessings of Anaki, the one true god. The god of pleasure and of the love that can only be shared by man and fag. In the temple…”

His voice was quickly lost to the two as Zach continued walking. Step by step, bringing him and his fag to their new home and their new life together.

Drone Insemination

March 24, 2023March 19, 2023 MagicFabledrone, drone tf, erotica, gay, NSFW, tf, transformationLeave a comment

The drone left its normal waiting spot and approached the Boss. Boss looked up from his work both annoyed and intrigued. The drone never left its waiting spot without his direct permission.

“Boss, Drone is ready to inseminate.”

“Interesting.” Boss pondered this turn of events. The more he thought about it, the more he could use an extra set of holes… or, uh, hands around the place. Speaking to no one but himself, he proposed “I’ll need to set up another job posting.”

Matt restlessly sat in his car parked outside of a small house on the edge of town. A bead of sweat got caught on his eyebrow as his gut continued twisting itself into a tighter knot. Attempting to stay calm, he nevertheless reflected on what brought him here.

He’d completed his master’s degree six months ago but scored barely low enough to get rejected from every doctoral program in the nation. Finding work related to his field proved just as difficult. Who knew it would be so hard to get a job with a master’s in astrophysics. The grace period on his large student loans was nearly up and he needed good money fast.

A notification lit up his phone and Matt sighed. It was time to go in for his interview. An interview for a position he never thought he would ever apply to.

Lightly, he knocked on the front door. Matt’s mind was torn as he did so. Half of him wished no one would answer and that he could return to academia. The more rational half pleaded with whatever deity was up there that the door would open.

His half-minded prayers were answered as the door opened to reveal a tall burly man. “You must be Matt, come on in.” He stepped aside and motioned Matt forth. He closed the door and directed Matt into the kitchen. “You can call be Boss. As you can see, we’re a small business that largely does contract work with some bigger ones.” Boss pointed to a char and Matt sat down.

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Himbo Containment Squad

March 10, 2023March 12, 2023 MagicFabledumbing, erotica, gay, himbo, himbo bull, himbo cow, NSFW, tf, transformationLeave a comment

“Private” Robert Curry let the barrel of his M16 sway between his legs as he laid his head back. He did his best to ignore the swaying and bouncing of the specially modified van as it moved to their destination. The intelligence report he’d been issued indicated that the winter snow had finally receded to beyond their destination, but the road was still a trail of mud.

Curry was attempting to complete his pre-mission meditation despite the occasional nausea, but it was getting the better of him. “Private” was a bit of a misnomer. Curry entered the Army right out of high school, having signed up his junior year. His athletic ability, dedication, and willingness to follow orders earned him a spot in special forces where he served two tours. If the pay wasn’t shit, he wouldn’t have gone private.

Unable to meditate, he relented to think about the mission. It was almost unheard of for the group to conduct an operation in America herself, but Sarge told him that the client had done it a few times before. Still, the normalness made Curry a little uneasy.

The driver leaned over his shoulder to address the passengers. “ETA 3 minutes.”

Curry picked up his rifle and gave a quick once over to ensure he was ready. Helmet with night vision, check. Uncomfortable bullet proof plate vest, check. Sidearm, check. Bear spray and club, check. He was ready.

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Kelpie

March 3, 2023February 2, 2023 MagicFableerotica, gay, monster, Mystical creatures, mythology, NSFWLeave a comment

Moonlight rippled across the surface of the loch as leaves rustled in the trees. Small critters scurried around the forest, eager to fill their bellies after the snow retreated. The serenity of early spring filled the air.

Malcolm stumbled along the edge of the loch, trying to get home. It had been a long and brutal winter, leaving the couple mile journey down the loch to visit friends impossible. Being the first opportunity in months, he’d eagerly ran down the snow free trail to the larger village and drank his fill while surrounded by the friends he missed.

He moved along much slower than he had earlier that afternoon. Malcolm knew he’d over drank, again, but it was a celebration! And celebrations were just the excuse to enjoy life and celebrate surviving another winter.

It had been a good night, everyone in high spirits, but there was one thing he was missing. Malcolm was hoping for a good fuck. His attraction to men was a luxury he rarely got to enjoy. Almost none understood that it was a sin he neither wanted nor could fully control. His encounters were rare, often nothing more than a traveler wanting to ease his lust with an eager hole.

In his drunken haze, he detected movement on the other side of the loch. Looking over at the source, it appeared to be a large horse, completely black, walking along the shore. Malcolm’s first guess was that some rich noble lost it while moving through the area. While he could move to investigate, Malcolm was rational enough to know that it would be a poor decision. Five miles down to the end and 5 back, or trying to swim across and likely drowning in the endless depth. No, Malcolm would let this oddity pass as he worked towards his own bed.

The road made one of it’s many twists into the treelined, and Malcolm followed it. The warm buzz that filled his body showed no signs of stopping as his shoulders began to sway back and forth with each step. Occasionally, a rock in the road would catch his foot and he would nearly tumble over. He was still quick enough on his feet to remain standing, but the alcohol was taking its toll.

After a short 200 yards, the road inevitably turned back towards the loch. The light of the moon illuminated his surroundings and drove away the darkness. Just down the road, before the next bend, Malcolm could have sworn that he saw a man laying on the rocks. Being the direction of home, he moved closer.

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