Every picture from Hexacult's FA

description from https://furarchiver.net/Artist/Gallery?artist=hexacult&page=8

Page 105:
This one's a bit sketchier than normal. I wanted to try to complete it in a day (ended up taking two, between both parts). This was probably born out of realizing that the Beast, from Beauty and the Beast, was cursed at a fairly young age. I wanted to explore a character that would reach adulthood only after being transformed into a monster, with all the questions that it brings with it. So I wrote a thing and drew a thing.

First part is mostly clean, second part is entirely not. Marked mature for some suggestion.

~---~

Prince Adrian Vulfskrone's future was changed forever on the night that The Sorceress descended upon his father's kingdom. She arrived in a strange ship, having sailed from far, far away. She said that she had come from a land just beyond the brightest star in the night sky. The kind King welcomed her into his palace, and gave her a room in the tower to sleep in. In that tower, under cover of moonlight, she "repaid" his kindness by weaving spells of entrapment into the air. Slowly, she brought the King under her control, bending his mind and opening him to suggestion. She seduced him, and manipulated him into joining her in holy matrimony. But, on the night of their wedding, the young Prince saw through her trickery. He exposed her in front of the whole court, breaking the spell and freeing the King from her grasp.

The Sorceress flew into a rage, calling the young Prince a petulant, filthy animal, not fit to live in his father's palace. Reaching into her robes, she muttered a barely audible incantation, and withdrew her hand to fling a silvery-white powder at the Prince. In the confusion, she stole one last kiss from the shocked King. With it, she stole his final breath. She then made her escape, back to her strange sailing ship, which took off into the night sky, carrying her to places unknown.

From that night on, Prince Adrian was cursed.

~---~

Nearly a week after the Sorceress fled his kingdom, the boy began experiencing terrible aches and pains in his forehead. Scholars and medicine workers rushed to the palace to try to soothe the Prince's pains, but none of them could determine the source of his maladies. Then, under the light of the full moon, they saw the curse of the Sorceress unfold before their very eyes. Two small horns burst forth from the young Prince's forehead, and he fell to his hands and knees, crying for help. His entire body began to sprout a thick a coat of rich, blond fur, as his mouth stretched into a toothy, bestial snout. The Prince's clothes were torn apart as he thrashed about on the floor, shredded by the wicked claws that now adorned his hands and feet. Soon, the boy's spine cracked and stretched, extending into a long, thick tail.

The boy was left naked on the floor, panting and exhausted, transformed into a creature halfway between man and animal. As her last revenge against him, the Sorceress had made him a monster. She intended that he would never take his deceased father's place as King. He would become such a terrible creature that his people would shun him, hunt him, even kill him. And then, she would have the last laugh.

But that isn't what happened.

The Prince's father had been much loved by his subjects, and that love extended to the Prince. The court Viziers agreed that they would support their Prince, and find him a cure. And they wouldn't let his new form stop him from assuming his rightful place at the throne. Until he was cured, they would help the people come to accept the Prince as he was.

And so, a year after the Sorceress fled their lands, the boy who was made a beast was crowned King. His royal tailors had clothed him as best as they could, but it left much to be desired. He stood in front of his people, wearing a royal cloak that had once been his father's, a silken loin cloth to hide his shame, and little else. He felt naked in their penetrating gazes. The public cleared taken aback by his appearance, and Adrian couldn't help but feel ashamed of what he had become. Nevertheless, when the the crown was laid upon his head (adjustments to fit around the boy's horns), the people cheered for him, and the new King Adrian Vulfskrone felt a great weight lift from his beastly shoulders.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Page 106:
And this is part two. The smutty(er) part.

~---~

Nobody ever found a cure for King Adrian. It didn't take long before the Beast-King of Vulfskrone became normal, and to some, even a point of pride. The kingdom changed its sigil in honor of King Adrian, adding horns and a crown crowned wolf's head that adorned their crest. He turned out to be a capable ruler, despite his young age and imposing appearance. He'd learned much from his father. There were, however, some amongst the court who harbored concerns about Adrian's slowly slipping humanity.

The boy had not quite reached manhood before the night of his transformation, and it seemed that the transition had not been halted on that night. None of his Viziers knew what to expect of his growth. He no longer had a human body. How large would he become, and how long would it take? What would happen when it came time for him to sire an heir? Could he even do such a thing? The few who had seen him without his vestments were floored by the King's bestial endowments. Perhaps it had been intended by the Sorceress as a way of dehumanizing him. After his transformation, dangling beneath his animalistic sheath, he sported a pair of overlarge testicles, each at least the size of a hen's egg.

His manhood only continued to grow as he matured. He often had to abscond from the throne room to his private gardens, where he would strip off his clothes to be alone, and free. Some part of King Adrian was ashamed of himself for doing it, but more and more, he craved to let loose and indulge in his own beasthood. He loved dropping to all fours to dashing through the grass, wet with the morning dew. He loved being fully exposed under the noontime sunlight. He relished letting his hefty balls and long shaft free, and attending to his masculine needs. He sometimes felt like he could spill his seed over and over again, like he would never get tired of it. He shuddered at the feeling of his paws on his throbbing bestial rod, and even took great pleasure in gobbling up his shaft in his long muzzle and filling his own belly with his load. But he always forced himself to clean himself up, cloth himself, and put his animalistic debauchery aside to return to his throne and attend the needs of his people.

~---~

Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, King Adrian let his baser thoughts get the better of him. He justified it to himself, after the fact of course. He told himself that there was nothing indecent about a naked animal – nobody felt as though they had to cloth a horse, did they? And he was more animal than man, now, wasn't he? His people even took pride in it. So King Adrian sat on his throne that morning, naked as the night he was reborn, and he carried out his business as usual. There were gasps and stares from the court, sure enough. Some of his subjects seemed incapable of articulating their speech to him without stammering. Some just gaped silently at him, transfixed on his heavy testicles and horselike shaft, which he stroked absentmindedly in full view of the court. He could no longer be ashamed of what he had become, and he knew that, given time, they would come to accept him in his full glory, just like this, as they had come to accept him just after his transformation.

He was proven right. People came to see things his way. By his twenty-fourth birthday, the King had outgrown his throne. It was removed, and replaced with an ornate rug for him to lie upon. It was becoming easier and easier to walk on all fours, and though he could still manage a steady bipedal gait, he saw no reason to do so. His court remained loyal to him. They became so used to their King's bestial appearance and behaviors that they often forgot of how much of a shock it could be to the foreign emissaries that visited them. Some fainted upon sight of the King's massive horns. Others fled when presented with his toothy, carnivore maw.

Others had all they could do to ignore the presence of the King's overwhelming beasthood. Adrian had no desire to try and hide it. He would conduct his business, regardless of whether or not his gargantuan shaft wanted to remain nestled politely within his sheath. More than one foreign Lord or Lady had had the "honor" of dealing with him whilst he lustfully brought himself to climax. It was sometimes amazing how the King managed to remain so lucid as he indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. Every day seemed a bit worse to Adrian Vulfskrone, as though his carnal acts of self-love were never enough. He felt an overwhelming desire to sire an heir. Two heirs. As many heirs as he could. Not knowing if it was even possible, he ordered that something be done about it.

Adrian's Viziers brought their Beastly King a host of concubines. The women were afraid of him, at first, but he was no brute. He first lavished them with beautiful gowns, and jewelry that he had no use for. He had his chefs serve them delicacies, and he did everything in his power to make them feel safe and protected in his care. Then, when they were ready, he took them. He mounted each of his women, filling them for as much as they could take (which wasn't much, but that hardly mattered to him). The experience was beyond anything he had ever accomplished with his own paws and tongue. When he mated them, he felt like a god, like he had transcended everything else, and was left doing the only thing that really mattered. His melon-sized balls would erupt into each and every one of them, and minutes later, he would be ready to go again. He filled their wombs with his virile seed night after night, hoping that just one would take with child. Each morning, he woke up surrounded by his harem, resting quietly against his lush royal fur. He would often still be buried within one.

After a few weeks of trying, it was clear that his efforts had paid off. Their plump breasts and rounded bellies were enough to bring a tear to his eye. He would have a royal family, at least five young cubs to take after their father. Maybe more, if his harem bore his children in litters. He wasn't sure what to expect. The Sorceress thought that should could take away Adrian's father. She thought she could rob him of his kingdom. She tried to take his future away from him, and he had defied her. He had become stronger than she could have possibly imagined, and he hoped one day he could find her, and repay her for her attempted cruelty. He would fill her with his cum, and give her the child she would have tried to supplant him with as heir by marrying his father. He would have her bear his beastly children, to have her humbled for thinking she could shame him by turning him into a beast.

But all that was just a fantasy, a fleeting thought in the back of the King's mind. Right here, and right now, he had a kingdom to attend to, and a family to take care of.

Base +7