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Late summer strolls in shaded woods, what else could one want? Aureo never found himself asking that question, as he already knew that - in a setting as beautiful as it was - he never found himself wanting for more: Natural light that penetrated the deep and rich green canopy above. The soft sound of grass-blades falling under-hoof. The welcome twitter of mid-day conversation between jays that would glide overhead.

He truly could not want for more... and yet...

"Was it this way, or that way. Perhaps... no-no, surely..."

Aureo found himself in quite the tizzy; the lavender-purple maned, dark grey furred bovine scratched at the fluff upon his chin as he surveyed his surroundings - only finding the imprints left behind by his golden hooves in his wake.

"I'm certain the mushroom patch they mentioned was around here somewhere... maybe... oh darn it." He uttered; defeated and exasperated by the turn of events as he tried in vain to gain his bearings once more - looking around him for any signs of present or past civil activity.

Aureo was the son of a bovine tribal chieftain - only recently reaching the age of adult maturity; yet - of all the others in the village around his age - he showed the most maturity, and potential as next-in-line. He was sent out by his elder to explore and forage in an otherwise unexplored and untapped part of the native people's territories. He was told that his people had been through the area previously, but this must have been before even his grandfathers time, as no markings were left upon the trees (a sure sign of his people's passing). Aureo continued onwards, heading towards noticeably darker parts of the woods, certain that the lack of natural light would yield the results he was hoping for; but much to his surprise, the only new findings were oddly shaped animal tracks that the lavender lad had never seen before in neither books, nor with his own eyes. The tracks were large and well defined, with clear dug-outs in the dirt where the creature's claws would no doubt have come to rest before aiding the beast in its motion.

"Very strange... I've never seen these kinds of tracks before..." He mused to himself, pondering them, kneeling and feeling them for any residual traces of thermal activity. "Weird... it's still warm, but I've not heard anything heading this way..." He thought out loud once more, his brows almost audibly furrowing as he assessed the prints' general direction. But as the bull pondered and postulated as to the imprints origins, he was almost none the wiser to the creature that stalked him merely ten's of feet away. Aureo would've simply stood up and carried on his merry way, if it wasn't for an ominous sound not wholly unlike a fat tribesman's grumbling belly.

"What in the--"

Before he could finish his sentence, his head had turned and his lavender eyes had locked on to a pair of burning orange eyes sat neatly within the darkness of a patch of densely packed trees.

Aureo's heart skipped a beat. His lungs took pause. He was sure that he saw stars in his peripheral vision as those orbs began to rush towards him - almost in slow motion - with clawed paws outstretched before them. Were it not for the bull's weakened legs, the claws that violently de-horned him were sure to have beheaded him instead.

"You are quick to react - even for your size, meat." The beast hissed as he landed in the soft, tall grass; rapidly turning upon itself to rest its gaze once more upon its now kneeling prey, his blood-lust obvious and oh-so apparent.

Aureo was speechless, and - as he stared down the barrels that were the beast's flaming eyes - he could feel his thighs becoming warm and wet as his bodily fluids began to drain out of him. The beast was draconian in species, but shared more similarities to that of the northern felkins only told about in myth and legend, as stories around camp fire: His fur was a light navy blue, and the flesh that was exposed due to the late-spring malt showed through in patches of bioluminescent orange. His head was predatory and defined, adorned with two great black, rearward facing horns, with his feathered tail helping to almost double his total body length when compared to any common horse.

"A natural reaction, I assure you." The beast rumbled as he lazily plodded closer, sniffing the new and acrid scent of urine on the air as he watched the kneeling cow tremble before him. "Any last words? It isn't every day that someone evades my grasp, even if it was only accidental." he cooed, simply oozing with pride and confidence.

"P-please d-don't eat me. I-I-I'll do anything!" Aureo stammered, racked with fear - the mere act of urinating where he knelt seeming inconsequential at the time. "Anything! I have a family..."

"Anything, hmm?" The dragon pondered, disregarding the mention of a family. He leisurely paced around the shivering tribesman in a wide circle, his eyes looking this way and that as he thought. Then, his eyes lit up - brow ridges raising along with them - as an idea struck him like a lightning bolt.

"Tell me; do your people keep horses as mounts - for transport and such?"

"Why, yes.. of course. But--"

"Then you must breed them - to keep good stocks, yes?" The dragon cut in, before Aureo could finish.

"Well... Yes. But what does tha--"

"Then you're likely well acquainted with the equipment they have, and how they use them." He once again interjected, his eyes narrowing upon the bull, the corners of his mouth creasing upwards as he breathed in deep the bull's natural scent, hoping his subtle hints would soon click.

"Yes, but what the hell has that got to do with--"

The bull stopped himself this time, his eyes widening in realisation as a second scent began to drift upon the soft wind's that wound around the pair.

"You're going to be my 'brood mare', Meat." The beast leered, confirming the bull's fears.

Before Aureo could even form words to refuse, or otherwise coerce the beast out of his decision, Athos plodded up behind the bull before using the back of one of his large paws to knock him forwards - pushing him on to his hands and knees.

"P-please, I-I've never-"

Before he could finish, the felkin's body was already over-top of Aureos. He could feel the top side of that slick equine-like shaft pressing against the crease between his cheeks, protected only by his leather loincloth.

"I suggest you move your clothing, or this will end quite quickly for you." The beast ordered as his arousal flexed with need, pressing harder between those cheeks before relaxing again.

The bull let out a cowardly 'eep' before quickly reaching back to his rear - pulling the cloth down until they settled behind his knees. Aureo grimaced as he felt that thick orange slab of flesh flex once more - this time, directly against his tailhole and free-hanging orbs. Athos took a step back until he felt his dripping tip slip off of the bovine male's taint - and he once more relaxed until he felt the soft head of his cock press against the boy's hole, eliciting a satisfied rumble from his throat. With an energetic thrust, Athos's cock pierced and stretched the bull's ring before those powerful hips drove it deeper - forcing Aureo's face in to the grass as the felkin's tool sank deeper and deeper.

"MMMMPF-" Aureo exclaimed, his cry muffled only by the grass and dirt he was forced in to.

Athos paid him no mind as the pleasure of foreign flesh surrounding his own began to fill his deviously feral mind - instead opting to arch his back to further direct the force produced by his hips. He continued to drive his shaft deeper until his medial ring was forced to wait patiently just outside the bull's hole - the tip having hit a bend in the bull's gut, causing the hold up.

"Rrff... so, that's your limit." Athos muttered, thinking more-so out loud than anything else as he drew his hips back - dragging the mass of flesh back through the other male's lower gut.

Tears began to well up in Aureo's eyes, streams soon following as the beast above him acted without recourse. His chest heaved as he tried to keep his breath. His digits became sore as they rubbed against the stones below the earth's surface; but that would pale in comparison to the burning sensation that took the wind from his lungs - the very things that he was trying so desperately to refill. Without much control, the bull's own cock began to rise and flex - becoming semi-rigid as cloudy fluids started to course from the slit at the tip. The bull's bodily reaction was not of his own accord though - it was caused solely by the felkin's engorged cock tip compressing Aureo's prostate as it passed over it.

"If you haven't done this before, it doesn't show..." Athos confessed, attesting to the bull's resilience, and his ability to hold still as he drew his hips back - keeping just the tip inside before he thrust forwards once more, driving his flesh in once again. Athos grunted with that - and each subsequent thrust, thoroughly enjoying the tight sensation that the bull gave him. ".. If you're lucky .. I might .. keep you!"

The thought of the felkin using his body over and over again chilled Aureo to his very core... but some part of him seemed to enjoy the thought; even as the beast completely dominated him - both by intellect and by force - the bull would feel some form of pride, almost honour as he was claimed for his use and his alone.

"I-If that's what... keeps me... aliv--"

"Don't mistake me, boy: you don't... get to... choose!"

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Just as the sun fell out of sight, the speed of the felkin's thrusts began to ramp up, both in pace and force, as the beast's testes rose up and against the underside of his veined shaft - a sure sign that his climax was imminent. His thrusts became suddenly shorter and sharper as that engorged mass at the tip of the felkin's cock began to swell fully - snagging again and again on the bend within the bull. Just as Aureo had adjusted to the change in pace, his knees gave way under the force of the felkin's final thrust. Both male's grit their teeth - one through pain, the other through pleasure - as the felkin's tool pulsated, flexed and throbbed inside of the bull. The felkin's hips kept that shaft deep inside, which in turn pinned the bull to ground - Aureo now unable to do much else but feel each and every hot wave of felkin semen as it was deposited within his gut.

"fffff... when will... it end..." Aureo muttered out loud, his eyes firmly lidded as he tore clumps of grass from the earth - trying in vain to get away from the powerful beast. Athos was able to hold his prey firmly in place with the power of his hips alone, only failing as the thick shaft inside the bull began to soften up and weaken; his clawing now began to bare fruit as it did so - able to move a few feet before feeling that fat orange flare pop free from his body with a loud wet 'shliiick-pop' noise. Athos chuckled to himself as he watched the bull try to pull himself away, leaving a messy white stream of fluids in the grass behind him.

"Sadly... that session has left me even hungrier than I was before..." He admitted as he leisurely plodded after the bull. With what energy he had left, Aureo tried his hardest to claw away from the beast; but - as he felt the felkin's hot breath baring over his feet - he once again found himself at the mercy of a being greater than he. Aureo went still once more in the long grass - semen still oozing from his abused body as Athos parted his lips, his tongue lashing around the bull's ankles before dragging him back towards him.

"Pl... Plea..." Aureo begged, with what energy he had left. Athos chose not to waste energy replying, instead wrapping his lips around Aureo's thighs, dragging his body closer. With another motion, his lips were around the bulls waist. Another, and it was his chest - Aureo's legs within the beast's throat now.

"Y-You said..."

As Aureo spoke his last words, Athos raised his head up and in to the air - letting gravity take care of the hard work as the bull's bulky body began to slide down the felkin's throat. Athos kept his jaws open as the bull's head and shoulders disappeared out of sight - his body now a rather large bulge within the beast's throat. He gave a hearty skyward gulp - the muscles in his throat forcing the bull's exhausted form down his oesophagus until he was compressed into the fetal position within his stomach.

"Ahh... nothing better..." Athos muttered to himself as he reached a paw beneath him - his pads rubbing against the swollen organ within his body as his mind slowly drifted onto thoughts of his slow amble home.