*Prince Tristian had begged his father to reconsider the peace talks. The bitter war between humanity and their minotaur foes had been waged across many generations, going back centuries. At first, the minotaur had been the ones with the advantage by virtue of being taller, broader and more physically imposing than the typical human. Yet they were tribal and set in their ways, unable to effectively lay siege to the mighty stone walls and towers that kept humanity safe and able to prosper. Eventually more minotaur than humans were dying in battle and the scattered monstrous forces were pushed out of human lands altogether.*

*Only now, with their numbers dangerously low and unlikely to be replenished easily, did they wish to consider peace as an option. Prince Tristian's father - King Roderick - was a kind and fair man who had agreed to invite a handful of their kind into the very heart of the royal palace. Now three of their number sat opposite the disillusioned heir to the throne. The minotaur trio had been disarmed, of course, though that hardly made Prince Tristian feel any safer given their size. No chairs large enough to allow them to sit had been found, so they opted to stand. Prince Tristian found himself drinking a little more wine than he ordinarily did at feasts, his bright blue eyes darting around the large table that had been repurposed to hold the negotiations. Practically every single individual of importance within the royal court had been invited to what would prove to be a historical event no matter how the peace talks went. It was a small relief to the heir to see others with as much poorly concealed contempt concern in their expressions.*

*Prince Tristian had not seen so many knights outside of ceremonial events and tourneys, either. Their eyes peered through the slits in their gleaming silver helmets, some watching the three minotaur with distrust and bitterness that rivaled Tristian's own. All of them had seen many of their brothers-in-arms cut down on the battlefield, yet now the hand of absolute vengeance was a stay of execution. The royal heir's grip on the goblet of wine began to tighten as, finally, the biggest of the minotaur began to speak - his grasp of the human tongue surprisingly strong.*

*"I suppose the proper thing to do would be to offer my gratitude for the wine and meat that you have so graciously provided to a former enemy. It comes at no small expense, I suspect - and perhaps in time my people can share our own cuisine with your kind." The minotaur smiled with what appeared to be genuine approval, though the two brooding bestial brutes at his side seemed to have a very different type of mirth. As if they knew something that Prince Tristian and the others in attendance did not.*

*"It serves as proof, I trust, that our offer of peace is a genuine one. Though the wounds between our two people will hardly be expected to heal overnight I believe we can come to some sort of compromise." Tristian's father stated in response.*

*"I share such a belief. Yet I must confess, as much as I believe your words to be true my people are liable to be wiped out either way. If we stand and fight to the last, we die by the sword. Yet if we settle for peace there are not enough fertile women amongst our kind to bring new life into the world. Such a predicament kept our shaman awake for many a night until we discovered a rather interested truth regarding our origins..." The minotaur replied, his attention shifting to Prince Tristian for a few long moments.*

*It was then and only then that his father seemed to shift uncomfortably within his seat. He, too, glanced over at his son and judging by the king's, he was starting to understand Tristian's doubt and concern. He cleared his throat and seemed to force out a question.*

*"...and which truth would that be?" The tone was more direct and less calm than his earlier words.*

*"Your people bring your history with you across generations by preserving deeds through ornate carvings and tomes. Our people sing only of battle and little else. Yet by a stroke of luck we discovered that our race came into being through a rather interesting curse. Our own ancestors were human once - yet we fell to twisted magics that altered our minds and bodies alike. In time, such history was forgotten yet the curse itself was carved in stone. We simply did not understand it until it was required once more." The leader of the three minotaur then stood up from the feast table and spread his arms wide.*

*The guards nearby intervened immediately, though recoiled as the minotaur's large and hairy body began to glow with a strange dark energy.*

*"I do this out of necessity. Though my people started this war, I cannot bring myself to allow them to perish entirely. So shall it be that the curse continues. Your men shall become as we are and ensure that my kind lives on for many more generations to come." The minotaur closed his eyes and abruptly his very body transformed into a cloud of black mist - spreading out across the feast hall.*

*Prince Tristian shook his head in denial and instinctively crawled under the feast table to take shelter from the panic. He could hear the clanking of armour and coughing from those unlucky enough to breathe in the mist. The two minotaur that remained were hauled off by a group of guards, no doubt taken away for interrogation and imprisonment - yet the feast goers ran in every direction, trying and failing to escape the mist...it was a small mercy that it rose upwards, sparing Prince Tristian and a few others in the process.*

*He wasn't entirely certain how much time passed before order was restored. It was only when he heard a familiar voice calling out for him that he crawled out from beneath the feast table and took his brother's offered hand, taking a moment to survey the chaos. Chairs had been tipped over, food and drink had been knocked to the ground and the remaining men seemed flustered and sweaty.*

*"I should have listened to your warnings, my son." Prince Tristian's father stated with an accompanying sigh. "Yet I believe this to be nothing more than a deranged trick in order to sow the seeds of chaos. As you can see, we are still very much human."*

*"Allow me to escort you to your bed chamber, brother. I believe some rest is well deserved." Tristian's brother declared, flashing Tristian one of his trademark smiles. He always made him feel so safe and the handsome Prince Darrian had proven very popular within the royal court.*

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First things first, although I used minotaur as an example we do not have to go with them specifically! I am open to tweaking the prompt to revolve around any other similarly brutish monster men such as orcs, wereboars, werewolves, demons, lizardmen and many other potential options along similar lines. We could even go with a combination of different monster men, if you'd like some variety and for different transformations to afflict the corrupted men.

I apologise for writing so much but I felt inspiration strike me and I wanted to present something that would serve as a sample of my writing and also serve as an introduction to the sort of story that I am looking to explore with someone.

My ideal writing partner would be someone who prefers their smutty adventures to have a fairly rich story and interesting characters as well as twists and turns along the way with ample intrigue. There will certainly be plenty of kinky elements in play - particularly involving corruption, transformation and plenty of sex- yet I very much prefer to build up to such things instead of focusing solely upon them.

As such, I am strictly looking for someone creative, literate and patient. This will be a long term writing project between us and there will be a decent amount of planning involved when it comes to building both our world and the characters that inhabit it. I'm looking to write in the third person perspective. I'm fairly flexible with posting, so I'm not the sort to expect multiple posts each and every day. I much prefer the approach where we both write when we can, with enough maturity to give a bit of forewarning if writer's block strikes or life has gotten too busy.

That way we can pause and pick things up at a later date if desired!

Now, as my writing sample outlined the intention for this story is to see the men in a fantasy medieval style kingdom cursed to transform into minotaur. I would very much like this to be a slow and gradual thing to really have us push our characters to their limits. I would like very much to play as Prince Tristian as outlined in the intro - and I'm open to playing as multiple men if my partner is willing to do the same. I would like our characters to be conventionally attractive. To be clear, Prince Tristian will not be changing as he managed to evade the curse. Additional characters I play can of course be at risk of changing. Your own character(s), however, will be and a large part of the changes will involve gradually changing from an idealistic, morally upright human to a rugged, brutish and selfish minotaur. I love crude masculinity, so contrasting that with the sort of knightly vibes you see in, say, Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon and various other fantasy settings would be incredible.

As for Prince Tristian, he might be forced to contend with his best friend, his brother and/or father transforming into minotaur who wish nothing more than to pin him down and use him for sexual pleasure when they inevitably give in. Yet before they reach that point they will strive to resist and cling to their humanity. Other options for you to play would be a charismatic noble within the royal court, a trusted tutor or perhaps a stoic knight in shining armour who vows to do everything possible to protect Prince Tristian. They're by no means the only options though!

We can figure out the specifics of the exact setup together, so in the interest of keeping this from getting even longer I'll list some of my kinks! Please note that not everything is mandatory and I'm happy to leave out anything that you'd rather not explore.

Some things I'd like would include size differences, gradual transformation, brutification, incest, attempted resistance, unwanted arousal, betrayals, chase scenes, personality/behavioural changes, cock/balls/muscle growth, uncut cocks, horsecocks, crude masculinity (dirty talk/belching/groping/etc) humiliation/degradation, watersports, breeding, cum play/cum inflation, mating presses, group sex, double penetration, bulges, dad bods/muscle guts, male body hair growth, musk, mind break, intelligence loss, identity death, corruption, crude masculinity, foreplay, smegma, dub-con, non-con, cock/balls/muscle worship and much more!

My limits are scat, crossdressing and the deaths or mutilation of our characters.

Not every kink listed above is required, so I'm happy to leave some out if they don't click with a writing partner.

***I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+***

Thanks for reading all this, at any rate - please do reach out if you're interested and we can begin planning something out together! Just let me know what kinks you'd like a lot of focus on and who you'd like your character(s) to be!

[M4M] The Minotaur Curse! Erotica horror, slow burn long term corruption and transformation in a fantasy setting.