Alchemical Truth Potion Not every timeline was based on heroes and villains. Or based around Victory City at all. Sometimes, the timeline took a jaunt off into another world entirely. Such as one where alchemy was the height of technological prowess, and dragons didn't exist, only kobolds, small and weak. Setta-alchemist-kobold was putting together a batch of truth potions. Those always sold well. They weren't foolproof, but they encouraged a loose tongue and distractable mind. The kobold village could use them now and then, but mostly the bigger wolf town used them on their criminals and sometimes to check for slaves planning to escape. It was not good that she had been inhaling those vapors when a trio of wolves came in, swords drawn and pointing at her. One smashed a few jars off of a shelf with his weapon, deliberately. "You're the one who's been making those night-vision potions," one of them accused. "Your damned kobolds prance right through this swamp, while our night patrols run into every thornbush and hunter's trap. We caught one of your scaly sluts laughing at us, and to save her bony ass she told us about you." "Yes, I am," Setta agreed promptly. "What do you have to offer for them?" "How about I offer to not haul you down to the market and sell you off as a mine slave?" snarled the leader. "Then you wouldn't get your potions," Setta pointed out amiably. It was really quite not good that she had been inhaling those truth potion vapors all evening. She wouldn't have continued if she had any kind of grip on her tongue. "Getting grabbed sounds kind of fun, though." That did derail the leader, at least. "Wait, what?" he spluttered, instead of following up on his usual tactic of threats and then assault. Setta nodded down at the potions she was still stirring. "I've been making truth potions this evening, so I've got no hold on my tongue to try to drive a harder bargain. This is the truth. I can make extra night-vision potions with little effort. Bring me more bottles and I can make extra for you, if you make it worth my while. Threaten and I will leave and you will not find me. But I make my potions for the good of my people, and spend too much time on my work for courting. The thought of sating my lusts through your strength and mockery excites me. Grab me, strip me, bind me, gag me, and put your slave-collar on me, spank me, and mount me, and laugh in my face that the little scaly cunt loves being stretched on a wolf cock. Remove the collar and the bindings when you take your potions to go, and then return the next week for more, leaving my people alone." The leader's lips drew up in a mocking smirks. "Kobolds really are natural slaves," he sneered. "You'll give us the potions in exchange for getting captured and raped, as long as we leave you behind to do it again? Fine. And someday when we don't need them anymore, we won't bother leaving you behind. We'll get promoted out of the night watch and bring you along for a fuck toy." "You would do that," Setta agreed. "If you didn't need me to keep making you the antidote. Did you think I was defenseless? You've breathed in the truth potion and breathed in the air-poison I keep slowly flowing in my hut. I have become immune over time but you will need to take doses of the antidote every night for a month after every visit. As long as you keep coming back, I can give you the next week's dose of that as well. If you choose to end our deal in honor, you need only stay away and send other payment for that month. If you try to take me with you, I will not be able to gather the ingredients, and your lungs will turn to sticky masses of glue within your chests." She set the stirring spoon aside to let the truth potions slowly simmer. "You are not the first wolves to invade my hut. The first time, I had a less friendly poison in the air. The one who thought to take me for a slave did as I described before. I learned that I have a sensitive bottom, as I came when he spanked me, and when he laughed and mocked me, I felt heat rising in my wet loins. And when he mounted me, that fat wolf cock made me come again, even as I knew he would never make it to his feet again. And so I allow you a more generous bargain. Pleasure me, and live, and have your potions as a gesture of goodwill." The night guards were staring at her. The leader sniffed at the air, then shuddered and sneezed. If there was poison in the air, it was part of the miasma of other potions; he couldn't begin to guess what he might be breathing. And she said she was breathing truth potion, and *he* had blurted out his intentions, so that was probably right. "You have a deal, you clever little scaly cunt," he growled. And then lunged forward, grabbing her by the throat and hauling her up into the air with one hand. She grabbed at his wrist, feet kicking in surprise. He sheathed his sword, then grabbed her simple cloth wraps and ripped them off her body. "First payment, then," he growled. One of the other guards, catching on, pulled out the ropes he had at his belt for binding slaves, and wrapped her muzzle shut while she struggled for air. Then he grabbed one of her ankles and wrapped the rope on it, then caught hold of the other flailing foot and tied that to the first. The leader threw her down on her side, stunning her for a moment and driving the air out of her. By the time she had recovered, her forearms were bound to her knees and her ass was raised in a most undignified posture. One of them took a metal collar from his belt and clamped it around her neck with a sharp click. The leader grabbed her tail at the base, hauling it up, preventing her from protecting her rear. "You think you're smarter than us, and you are, but I'm still going to enjoy punishing your ass and fucking your dripping little cunt," he snarled. "We might need your antidote, but I'm still going to get to leave a hot load of cum dripping out of you, and that's a win enough for me." He grabbed a paddle she usually used for separating certain thickened masses from her cauldrons, and he snapped it down across her naked rear. He was strong. She yelped into her bound jaws, and her hips bucked. They knew how to tie their knots, though, and the leader's grip on her tail was relentless. "She's wet already!" one of the others pointed out, and all three laughed. The heat of helplessness and humiliation roared through Setta and concentrated itself between her legs. The paddle landed again, and again she bucked and squealed and dripped. He was making no play-swats; he was punishing her ass for besting him in the bargain, and the burning sting roaring across her scaly rump swirled with the volume of their mockery. Unlike that first would-be slaver, this one was not alone... and he let his compatriots take their turns with the paddle. And unlike that first would-be slaver, they didn't stop when she climaxed. They only laughed harder and swung harder, and she came harder in return, feeling the welts rise on her defenseless rear. It would take most of a week before she could sit without squirming... and then they would be back to renew the insult to her ass. The leader finally took the last swing, and smugly stuck a finger against her exposed rosebud between those bruised and welted buttocks, making her yelp. "Probably tear this right open if I tried to fit there," he taunted her. And shoved his finger in anyway, making her SQUEAL into the gag, face burning. He laughed and wiggled it about, then pulled his finger back and wiped it on the ruins of her clothing. "Fuck, kobolds make the funniest noises when I do that," he snorted. And then extracted his erection from his pants. "But they make the most satisfying noises when I do this." He had to be twice her size, and his cock was, if anything, more disproportionate. She arched against the bindings and hissed a muscle-clenching spasm as he drove himself into her wet, sensitive tunnel. She was bound, helpless, she couldn't stop him from taking her as he wished, he was laughing in her ear as he fucked her, not tending to her pleasure but only using her cunt to get himself off. If she hadn't set her terms in advance, it would have been as terrifying as that first time. But since she had... she didn't need him to be an attentive lover; she was aroused enough, and sensitive enough after those spanking-induced climaxes, that she came with her tight kobold cunt being stretched on his fat wolf cock. His hot spurt inside her was mockery made liquid; he grunted and pulled out, wiping his cock on her ruined clothes. The next guard mounted her in turn, and she shuddered under him; it was even more obscene that this was not one guard alone, that they were openly raping her in front of each other. She might have made the offer, designed the situation, but she could tell their lightly-dazed minds could not grasp that distinction at the moment, and they were raping her like a fresh-caught slave. And having their so-much-stronger bodies dominating her small kobold cunt and burning ass... it was maddeningly potent. When the second finished inside her, her crotch was sore from being pounded by two huge wolf shafts in a row. The third guard cared nothing for her soreness, of course, and she gasped into her gag as he drove through her aching folds as eagerly as the first two. And it made her body shake with intensity as the glorious soreness and searing humiliation blossomed into a final trio of clench-inducing climaxes. And this one thrust harder when she did. And her eyes widened as she discovered that none of the *other* wolves had been going all the way. They hadn't knotted her. The fat knob forced her protesting pussy to gape around it, then forced her already-strained walls to stretch about its fist-sized mass as he poured his semen deep inside her. The third one was panting in her ear, but the leader bent down to grip her by the collar and pull the cords from her mouth. "Now. Where is the antidote?" he demanded, and made a gesture at the one inside her. "Up," he said. And Setta let out a squeal as they picked her up with her overexcited genitals tied right onto that overlarge knot. Her vision flashed white for a moment as her weight went down on it and she found her pussy was capable of one more, extremely vehement orgasm after all. She was gasping for air as they laughed at her. And the one knotted in her was holding her collar up, leaving most of her waist pressing on his groin, making her point with her nose to the shelf with the doses of antidote on it. "You need... a sip... every day... for a month," she panted out, then moaned as the guard rocked himself inside her, then laughed in her ear. "Tell me a few more secrets while we wait, little scaly slut," the leader demanded smugly. His hand cupped under her chin, making her head lift to look at him from her demeaning position. "I did not expect you to tear my clothes, and it excited me," she panted out, still unable to hold her tongue. "My only other clothes are on the shelf there by my bed. I cannot afford to replace my clothes many times, but it excites me to think you might take my other clothing as your trophy tonight, and force me to walk naked to the village in the morning to bargain for new ones this once. And that first invader did not try to knot me, and I have learned how much I like feeling that thick knob ruining my pussy. I cannot feel my legs." "Oh really," said the leader with a smirk, and untied her from all but the knot inside her. And her legs dangled limply, sure enough. "Maybe we can stay a little longer, then. Tonight's patrol was a waste, stumbling around in the darkness again, anyway." He gripped her head and pulled her face down. He'd gone soft, but stuffed his much-unwashed cock into her mouth, tasting of musk and sweat and her own dripping cunt. "Get that ready for round two and I'll show you what a real knot is." Her face burned again. Somehow having him soft in her mouth felt even more demeaning than if he'd driven an erection down her throat. But the one behind her grunted out, "Fuck, she squeezed!" And the leader pushed her face down harder, grinding her nose into the musky fur of his crotch, and she began to lick and suck at him. By the time he was ready, the one inside her was able to pull out, his knot having finally subsided enough. And the leader wouldn't let the second guard use her mouth while he fucked her again; he pinned her against the wall of her own hut, her feet dangling and twitching as he bounced her against his hips. With her jaws unbound she couldn't hide the gasps rolling from her overstimulated throat. Couldn't disguise the erotic cry as she felt his knot spreading her. Couldn't keep from shakily moaning, face pressed against the wall of her own hut, as he finished inside her a second time. She was too limp to suck for the second guard when the leader pulled back... until he got himself up by hand and shoved it down her throat until she began to swallow reflexively. He was too efficient in his handiwork, though. "Oh, fuck,' he cursed as he came down her throat. "We're not waiting for you to get a third wind," the leader snorted. He sat down, making Setta squeak and tremble at the motion inside her. "Ten minutes for me to finish and then we head out. Save yourself up for next week's visit if you want." He slapped Setta's cheek semi-firmly. "Got any more embarrassing secrets to share, little scaly slut?" She shivered and moaned out, "I hated it when you shoved your finger in my ass, it was uncomfortable and crude and I'd never thought of anyone doing something so rude to me. It was perfect for demonstrating your control over me, making me feel so helpless. The antidote bottle is just the right size to stuff into my ass when you bring it back next time," she unintentionally confessed. The leader laughed. "Good news. You have more than one bottle," he informed her. And pointed, while his other hand pushed her head down, making her bend over with her pussy still trapped against him. Her face burned very hot as he worked an empty narrow bottle into her protesting anus. "How long will it take anyone to find you if we leave you tied here?" he demanded. "Someone will be by tomorrow if I don't come to the morning trading," she admitted. "I will spend all night breathing truth potion fumes and will have to admit to them why I am bound naked and ass-bruised with a bottle under my tail, and will have to admit that I want them to masturbate me while I am bound and helpless in turn. They will not keep my secret, but tell everyone, and no one will trade any clothes to me for any price, and they will fight over who gets to 'rescue' me each week, and bring me back naked and humiliated to show their 'heroism.' I will have shown my interest in being mated in the most embarrassing and submissive ways, and every male in the village looking to take a mate will 'court' me with crude gropes and fingering and grabbing me without warning until I accept one." The leader blinked. "... Uh. So you like being fuckbait and the other kobolds are going to want you for that? Some kobold limpdick is going to get off knowing you're getting all three of us knotting you every week? Fuck, kobolds are *all* just waiting to get enslaved." "Being alchemist for the village meant I was too important to spend all my time laying eggs and raising young. They will be glad to see that I... found someone who dominated me hard enough to convince my body it had found a mate powerful enough to be more important than my work," she confessed. The leader grinned smugly down at her as he started tying her back up in that ass-high position, her muscles too limp to offer up any resistance. "So we just dicked you into submission. And you're..." he paused, and then laughed. "You're a proud little fuck and you won't *take* those offers, will you?" Her cheeks heated. "... Probably not. I will stay naked and openly fingered every time I go into the market grounds for months until I give in. And will not be able to hide how it arouses me. Or hide the welts on my ass from your blows. And how those arouse me." The leader smirked. "Then we'll see you next week," he decided. But first he added another twenty swats with the paddle to her stinging and plugged ass while she yelped. And dribbled down her legs from her so-excitingly-sore cum-dripping cunt. It was an excellent deal all around. It was almost three years of being naked before her people, with less dignity offered than a slave could expect, subject to fingering and smacks on her sore ass, before one of the hunters convinced her to accept him... by hiding outside her hut while the wolves had her, then stalking her in the woods while she was still wobble-legged from knots and showing her just how fiercely *he* could take her, bind her, spank her, and mount her. Art by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/howlart, based off of their Terra Cruxis setting, though this is a local variant within Setta's time-loops and may include key differences with canon Terra Cruxis, such as kobold mating habits! Go check out Howl's stuff for the actual Terra Cruxis and https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62107623/ for the original posting of the picture. Story and Setta by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/settaflamowitz/, of course.