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Air stirred in the small cell. Small strands of hay danced, twirling and
spinning around each other as warm wind found its way through the cracks
and hallways of the palace. Young Theseus closed his eyes with a sigh,
welcoming the fresh air. The man sat stiffly against the cool wall of
his cell, strong arms crossed over his stomach. Despite his calm
demeanor, the youth hummed with energy, purpose and confidence.
Suddenly, the door to the cells groaned open. Theseus squared his
shoulders to face his captor but, to his surprise, a young woman soon
stepped into view. Her hair was golden curls held up and away from her
smooth, tan neck. She wore a simple, yet expensive, white chiton with an
ornate golden girdle that matched her luxurious hair. Her body was
hidden by the long, loose fabric yet Theseus could nearly imagine her
form and his heart raced from a different kind of energy.
The young woman glanced nervously at Theseus and then back at the
entrance to the cells.
"If I had known my jailors to be so beautiful, I would've surrendered
myself to their care far before now," Theseus said. He stood, dusting
himself off.
The girl licked her lips with a quick, pink tongue. "You're a fool to
take such an attitude," she told the young man. "If you knew what waited
for you-"
"The minotaur," Theseus said easily. "I know my fate and I welcome it."
Blinking, the young woman stepped back. "You know?"
"Yes."
"And yet you still stand there, grinning like a fool?"
"Young mistress, I volunteered. My name is Theseus and I will end the
minotaur and its terrible hunger. No more will our youths be sent to
King Minos. I will end it all." The young man opened and closed his
fists, strong corded forearm muscles bunching and flexing.
"I knew it," the young woman said, breathlessly. Again she licked her
lips and, again she glanced at the entrance to the cells. "I am Ariadne,
daughter of King Minos and I loved you as soon as I saw you step foot
onto the island. At a glance I could tell you were no normal man and I
thank the gods for your arrival. I have no great love for the beast,
whom some say is my half-brother."
Theseus approached the bars of his cell. Passion and hunger burned in
his eyes. "Ariadne, I would have you. When I have slain the
abomination, I will come for you and make you my queen. For, one day, I
will unite the people into a great kingdom. I have seen it. Your beauty
drives all reason and thought from me. If I had not already pledged my
services to defeat the foul creature, I would leave this island with you
at my side."
"The gods have done more than unite us; they've seen fit to give you your
escape from the Labyrinth." Reaching into her garment, the young woman
pulled out a large ball of string. "Daedalus built the Labyrinth for my
father. His work is nothing less than miraculous. Even if you were to
find the minotaur and defeat it, you would find yourself lost forever in
its passages. And, yet, the builder despises what has become of his
work. Look! A simple ball of string shall bring my love back to me."
Theseus took the string and then clasped the young woman's hand when she
withdrew. Red flushed quickly to the woman's tanned cheeks.
"Wait for me. By tomorrow night, I shall return."
"I will," the young woman said. She hid her eyes, unable to look at the
young man. "I... I must go before I am missed. Always forward in
Daedalus' Labyrinth. Neither left or right but always forward."
Without another word, the woman pulled free and left, holding up her long
chiton over bare feet. Theseus watched her go. Smiling, the youth again
sat, lightly tossing the string ball back and forth while dreaming of a
future with the beautiful, daring young woman.
-----
Pasiphae leaned back on the small stool. She was adjacent to Theseus'
cell, hidden away in order to spy on the youth. As her daughter had,
Pasiphae noticed the unusual aura of the young man immediately and had
spent the evening waiting for him to reveal his plans.
Anger burned through the queen at her daughter's betrayal. She couldn't,
and wouldn't, raise a hand against her daughter, whom she loved, but
Theseus was another matter. She left the small room as quietly as
possible, listening for movement before opening the hidden door leading
out into the hallway. Soon, she found herself leaving the palace.
The sun was low on the horizon. Great waves crashed in the distance and
the air smelled heavily of salt. White birds hung nearly motionless over
the nearby cliffs, shifting and dipping before folding their wings to
disappear over the water.
Queen Pasiphae made her way to a nearby hill. There, at the crest, stood
a small temple in honor of her father, the god Helios. Made of imported
white marble with pure gold highlights, it was open and barely large
enough for five people to stand in. A large copper hammered bowl
dominated the center of the temple. Every evening she lit a fire within
and her priests tended it until the sun again rose over the sea.
Following her evening ritual, the queen kneeled, facing the sun after
lighting the fire.
"Helios. Father. Hear me," the woman intoned. The blazing fire shifted
and roared within the bowl. The air became heavy with an undefinable
pressure. "My son is in danger. Already he languishes at the center of
the Labyrinth, punished for following nothing more than his own nature.
Kept far away from his mother and the pleasures of man. I beg of you,
intercede on his behalf. Keep him safe. Please, Father. I beg of you."
The fire within the brazier flared and spun, swirling into a great
height. Queen Pasiphae forced herself still, even as the heat threatened
to steal her breath and burn her skin. A single tear slid from beneath
closed eyes, evaporating instantly in the oppressive heat.
"Thank you," Pasiphae whispered. "Thank you, Father."
-----
Daughter, the voice said. I would speak with you.
The young woman stirred in her bed, stretching and yawning. Animals
stirred around her, adjusting themselves around their mistress. A large
sow squealed quietly in the corner before settling back to sleep.
"Father," the young woman said, blinking away her sleep. "You honor me
with your presence. What brings you to me this evening?"
The voice speak directly to her mind and she listened. As Helios neared
the end of his instructions, the woman smiled.
"Oh, yes. Nothing would give me more pleasure, Father." She spoke to
empty air. The god had already withdrawn.
Standing, the woman adjusted her cascading robes. Her auburn hair fell
to her waist in great waves. It was near the middle of the night and
cold but, the daughter of Helios never felt the cold. She worked quickly
over a long table filled with vials and casks and jars of odd mixtures.
The woman poured her final mixture into a large plain cup with a generous
helping of honey mead.
A long staff, tipped with curved golden wings, lay against her table.
She snatched the staff up and faced her room. With a quiet incantation,
she took a step and found herself outside the cells of King Minos'
palace. Cup in one hand, staff in the other, she opened the great doors
and took another step.
Leather laced sandals appeared on the woman's feet. With another step,
her long robes shortened and became more plain. A third step and she
shimmered, as if a great heat had surrounded her. When it faded, an old
man appeared in her place. The young woman, her true appearance hidden,
made her way to Theseus' cell.
"Boy!" the woman cried out, her voice hoarse with feigned age. "Princess
Ariadne has sent me on this fool's errand. I would see you starve but
the princess begged me to pity you. I brought warmed mead. I'd rather
feed it to the cows, who stand above you in my eyes, but I love the
princess and would see her smile at my benevolence. Speak nothing of
this if you wish the princess no harm."
Theseus approached the bars, eyes wary but open. The youth grabbed the
cup from the old guard and tipped it to his lips, drinking deeply. The
guard cracked the butt of his staff three times against the cold ground
as Theseus finished the drink.
"Thank you," the youth said, handing the old cup back through the bars.
"And send Princess Ariadne my gratitude if it cause her no trouble."
"Oh," the guard said with a smile. "It'll be no trouble at all, boy."
Without another word, the guard turned and left. Once out of sight, the
disguise quickly fell away to leave the beautiful woman standing barefoot
at the entrance to the cells.
"It is done, Father," Circe said aloud.
-----
Theseus felt the warm mead flow through his body. He lay against the
ground on his side, relaxing with the aid of the drink. He'd neared
sleep before the guard had arrived but, now, he felt his heavy eyelids
slid close.
His dreams were brief and chaotic. A swirl of images he couldn't
comprehend of grasp. They slipped through his fingers as he slept
through the night.
Heavy footsteps woke the youth from his deep sleep. His head buzzed with
a queer feeling that Theseus attributed to the drink and rough sleep in
an unfamiliar place. Quickly, he checked his light clothing for the ball
of string he'd hidden and then stood, groaning.
A new guard arrived. Younger than the guard from the night before with
eyes full of anger, the guard unlocked the cell. Two more men stood
behind the guard. No guards these but well trained soldiers. Theseus
noted their muscular arms, eyes tracing along the bulge of their biceps
down to their large, calloused hands. He blinked and looked over to the
guard, telling himself his heart was racing from the danger he would soon
face.
The two soldiers stood back, allowing Theseus to follow the guard while
they trailed. The men smelled of leather and sweat and he knew they had
been awake hours before, training. He could almost imagine them working
through their forms in the rising son. Yelling, fighting, grappling,
bodies twisting as they fought. The youth missed a step in his
excitement. Blood raising at the thought of the fight. How he wished he
could have joined them in their exercise.
The cells lead out through long, twisting corridors before finally
opening into the huge front courtyard. Theseus took the entirety of it
in a glance. Queen Pasiphae stood with her children. Theseus looked
over her sons, noting how they had taken their mother's beauty and grace,
before settling on Ariadne. The young girl was blushing but she gave a
quick nod toward Theseus and he could see the promise of their new life
hidden in her glance.
Surely, Theseus thought, glancing again at Ariadne's brothers, if our
sons are as beautiful as Queen Pasiphae's own children, I shall be a
lucky man. The skin around Theseus' small nipples darkened to a light
brown. He scratched quickly at his chest as the skin became puffy,
growing into small areolas.
The guard stopped at the palace gates but the soldiers continued. One of
the men switched to the front to lead Theseus to the labyrinth while the
other remained in the rear. They marched along the path leading from the
palace and Theseus blinked in the sudden harsh sunlight. Pain shot
behind his eyes to settle throughout his entire head but he ignored it
and continued.
As they walked, Theseus admired the lead soldier's calves. He considered
himself fleet footed but, surely, the nameless soldier in front of him
was quicker. Sweat ran along his body in small drips, between his
shoulderblades and along his hard, muscular stomach. The youth scratched
at his lower belly as the sweat tickled his flesh. Four small spots on
his stomach puckered, the smooth flesh becoming four wrinkled circles.
Broad shoulders as well, Theseus admitted. He watched the way the man
walked, the easy, confident sway to his hips that spoke of years of hard
experience. A slow, barely noticeable pulse thrummed deep within
Theseus' belly. I would have a hard time with this man if I were to
fight him one-on-one. Would he keep to his sword or wrestle? The battle
raging around us, facing off against this man, close in, swords lost to
the side, hands gripping and pulling as we fought for better positions.
Bodies close and sweating and hard.
The light pulsing beat quickened, small and hot. Soft brown hairs slid
from the skin along Theseus' spine, sparse and light. The youth shifted
as the sweat brushed against the light fur. He shivered when the drops
slid against his suddenly sensitive ass. A small gasp escaped unnoticed
from his lips.
Theseus' manhood stiffened under his clothes. He bit his lips as it rose
slowly to full attention. His heartbeat pounded at his temples and he
flushed in shame and excitement. He looked down, praying that the
soldiers focused on their goals. Eyes cast down, he watched the
soldier's bare calf muscles, mindlessly enjoying the view. Excitement
from my upcoming battle. And the princess. The beautiful princess.
I'll make her my wife and we shall unite the kingdoms for my sons.
Slowly, muscles bulged within Theseus' thighs. The man shivered as they
first rubbed together but, soon, they simply chafed. Light brown hairs
sprouted in a line among his leg hair. Down the hairs grew, hidden
beneath his curly leg hair until the brown hairs turned white around his
ankles. Short and barely unnoticeable, the new hairs swayed with the
fresh sea wind.
The three men marched along the small island. The Labyrinth was an
imposing structure that loomed closer and closer. The pressure in his
lower belly began to ache. The youth could feel the soreness in his
belly, chest and teeth. His manhood throbbed almost as painfully beneath
his clothes.
He wanted to touch it.
He wanted to caress his length as he had many lonely nights while
traveling. So many nights spent on the road between campaigns and quests
when no woman was available to keep him warm. His heart ached in his
chest with each beat, echoed between his legs. His hands ached to touch
himself, to slid along his girth.
At the thought, the skin along his rough hands tightened. Calluses were
pulled smooth and the thick, dirty worn palms of his hands softened.
Soft brown hairs sprouted alongside the darker brown hairs of his short,
rough beard. He rubbed as his face with his long, thin fingers and the
darker hairs of his beard pulled free.
Under her shirt, just below his belly button, small ducts began to
develop. A single vein bulged from one side of his hip to the other.
The three men approached a large olive tree and suddenly halted. The
lead soldier turned to face Theseus and his eyes immediately flicked down
to the youth's excitement. Theseus flushed with embarrassment, twisting
his larger thighs together under the man's scrutiny. The soldier looked
up, his lips pulled back in disgust before the man blinked in surprise.
He started to speak but stopped and shook his head instead.
Oh, gods, Theseus groaned. This is too much. He'll probably think it
was due to him. I should say something. I should- no, fool! You'll
only make it worse. Do you want to lose face in front of this man? More
than you already have? It's nothing to do with him; let him look upon
you. Let him see who you are. His judgment is nothing.
Still, Theseus found himself casting his eyes downward. Not in shame but
out of some emotion he hadn't ever felt before. He felt at a loss to
describe it but his heart beat faster as his ears roared with the blood
racing to his face.
Ears nicked and torn and weathered from battle slowly smoothed and
healed. Hard creases within his ears flattened into soft skin. Beneath
his chest, his small, pink nipples swelled, pushing his areola wider.
Small pink spots appeared on his brown nipples as they grew larger.
Theseus sighed. Eyes still down, the man wondered if the soldier would
hit him. If, in his disgust at Theseus and what he thought the youth had
imagined, he'd backhand him. I didn't! The youth thought, somewhat
petulantly. I didn't think of you so stop looking at me like that. I
wasn't thinking of you in that way.
The young man's thoughts betrayed him. He raised his eyes slightly to
peer at the soldier's stomach. A small, quiet part of him hoped the
other man would like what he saw. That he would be hard and as large as
he was now imagining. Theseus licked his lips quickly, wiping away a
line of drool from slowly thickening lips. The thought of the man's cock
filled him and the youth wondered how it'd feel against his soft hands.
"Drink," the soldier said roughly, thrusting a filled water skin towards
the young man.
Theseus reached for the water skin carefully. Shyly. He drank greedily,
water slopping over awkward, thick lips. Handing back the skin, Theseus
wiped his mouth, not noticing more dark hairs coming away to leave light
brown fur behind.
Without a word, the soldier turned and they continued. Impossibly,
Theseus was still hard. He could feel his need for release from the way
he ached deep in his gut. He could picture it, his hands around his
cock, pumping furiously. Moaning from it. Watching the soldier's face
as he pleasured the man, working his slim fingers up and down. Squeezing
gently at the man's balls. Flushing in excitement and pleasure at the
way the soldier would groan in approval. Feeling the man's hand in his
hair as he pushed Theseus down to swallow his cock.
Theseus whimpered quietly at the thought. Fatty tissue built beneath his
ass and his hips swelled slowly, changing his solid, trim figure into a
slightly hourglass shape. The chafing of his thighs lessened as he
filled out.
He could almost smell the man's cock. It'd be dotted with pre-cum and
he'd lick at it with his tongue before...
With a blink, Theseus stumbled. No, he thought. NO. This is... this is
wrong. This isn't me. I don't- something is wrong with me.
"Keep walking," the rear soldier told him.
"Ye- yes," Theseus said quietly, his confidence gone. The light fur
along his spine crept downward. As soon as it reached his lower back, it
began to spread, creeping along and down to cover his widening ass. "I'm
sorry," he whispered. His voice cracked on the word and he coughed.
Tears welled in his eyes. His throat swelled. He wanted to cry suddenly
and desperately but he fought against the feeling.
The sun climbed the sky as Theseus stumbled along in a daze. His
excitement faded, replaced with a surge of emotions battling for
attention. A second vein bulged in his lower belly. The four small
puckered circles tightened and swelled, pushing a quarter inch away from
his skin.
Pathetic, he told himself, scratching his belly. He blinked away fresh
tears, sniffing. Bones cracked suddenly within his chest and he cried
out, voice high and woman-like. Falling to the ground, Theseus clutched
his sides. His ribcage flexed and expanded and the man sobbed through
the pain of it.
"Get up!" yelled the first soldier.
"S-sorry," Theseus cried. "I- I'm s-s-sorry." New tissues and glands
began to grow on his chest and his nipples pushed out into small small
bumps. The youth wanted to cry and scream. New hormones rushed through
his body, bringing with them a host of emotions that he'd never bothered
feeling before. He clutched at his head, trying to ignore the babbling
whispers in his skull. Hair slid slowly through his fingers as his
short, curly hair grew down to touch the middle of his neck. Light brown
fur lifted from his neck beneath the hair. Bones creaked beneath the
skin of his feet.
"I said get UP!" the soldier yelled again, slamming his boot against
Theseus.
The young man cried out with a shrill, high voice. His entire body
ached. Bones and ligaments stretched to near breaking points as his
entire body expanded. Theseus pushed himself to his hands and knees,
head low, sweat sliding against his lightly furred cheeks to drip to
ground. Finally, he pushed himself up. His clothes clung tightly to his
body, dirty and sweat-soaked. Bones deep within his foot slid, cutting
through tissue and muscle.
Although shaky, Theseus felt solid on the ground. His center of balance
had shifted and, unnoticed to him, his larger, wider body made his stance
stronger. Although his body was sore all over, his feet were particular
painful. The slight change to his feet caused his bones to scrape
against each other and, as he continued to walk, each step shot pain up
his legs.
Before long, the Labyrinth loomed before them. The walls stood easily
twelve feet high and were entirely solid. No cracks or holes or any
seams showed through the brilliant architecture. There was no door to
block the entrance as nobody except Daedalus had ever walked out of the
maze. There was no need to guard the entrance.
Fear sank like a knife into Theseus' heart. Never had he felt it so
clear and strong. Never had he trembled at the touch of it. But, now,
seeing the entrance, he wavered. For the first time in his life, he
wanted to run. The only thing keeping him in place were the soldiers.
Just yesterday, he would've been sure that he could've easily handled
both men but, now, he knew he couldn't. His confidence was gone. Stolen
from him with each step from his morning's journey.
"Please," he whispered, eyes locked onto the entrance. "Please don't."
The soldiers laughed, heads thrown back and bellies shaking.
"Please? Please?!" the rear soldier roared. "I've seen boys half your
age and half your size walk bravely into the Labyrinth and you say
please?"
"I- I'll do anything," Theseus begged. "Please. Please don't. I- I'll
pleasure you. I will. If you let me go, I'll pleasure you both as a
woman would. Just please let me go." A small part of him grew excited
at the thought of the man naked in front of him.
The youth didn't see soldier's fist but the world spun around him as he
slumped to the ground with a thud. He stared senselessly at the blue sky
above him. Clouds raced across the sky as a brisk, hard whipped along
his body. He shivered and his nipples tightened on his tiny breasts at
the wind's caress. He felt the sensation as a deep, pleasurable tickle
between his legs. As he lay there, his ears grew longer. Thin, smooth
skin making the tips of his ears flop slightly. Soft white fur sprouted
from the skin above his cock. He twisted, murmuring in his daze.
The skin along his lower stomach softened and bulged. Theseus moaned.
The pulsing ache in his groin began again, even lower now and, as he had
with his nipples, he felt it between his legs. A dull, throbbing ache.
An empty ache.
Theseus groaned and shifted, sitting up. His nipples made small tents
against his clothing. His tiny breasts swelled, flattening against the
already tight clothes.
I have to, he told himself. A small shred of his confidence surged. I
have to go. I have to stop this. He closed his eyes and breathed.
Theseus' nose widened above his thick lips. He licked at it with an
elongating tongue as he began to control his breathing.
Scents flooded him. The sharp bite of the nearby olive trees, the tang
of the sea and the sweaty flesh of the soldiers. The youth licked his
lips and nose again. The slowly growing ache between his legs pulsed and
he groaned. He could smell the soldier's musky scent. He moaned
quietly, low and husky and feminine.
No. Stand up. Stand up, he told himself. Slowly, he did. His back
clicked and popped until he stood straight. The side of his chiton
strained as the fat and muscles grew in his waist and back. Finally, it
gave under the pressure with a quiet tearing sound. The skin beneath the
rip was sweaty. Seven single strands of soft brown fur sprouted from the
skin while he straightened.
He hadn't realized before but he stood taller than both soldiers and,
yet, they loomed over him. He ducked his head while rubbing his lower
back.
"Go forward and be brave," the soldier told him. "Or die at our swords
like a coward."
Theseus stared at the man. Again, he scented the air. A bubble of drool
appeared at the corner of his lips. The ache between his legs flared
again at the smell of the man's cock. His earlier thoughts began to
return. The thought of his soft hands around the man's thickness. Blood
rushed to his own manhood and it stirred.
Before he found himself begging on his knees again, Theseus turned and
stepped through the threshold of the Labyrinth. Faint sounds echoed
around the walls and passages curved off to his left and right and before
him.
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