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A night of Mischief

It was well known that demons, imps and goblins ran free in the world on Mischief Night, but most people didn't realize that angels, elves, and fey. Including the Zebracorn stepping out of the massive Willow tree at the edge of the field--also tended to roam the world on the same night.

The autumn air was crisp and cold, the sky colored with the dying embers of autumn as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. Hooves hadn't trod on this particular mortal plane in some time, and he could already tell how far from magic it had drifted. It was the fate of universes that leaned deeply into explanation and forgot about imagination. They might reach the stars, but they'd rarely ever experience the delight of magic and illusions.

A massive bonfire was built at the center of the field, and it was fairly easy for the Zebracorn to quietly shift his appearance to something less overtly unnatural. It looked to be a bunch of dancing humans around the fire, after all the easiest way to blend in was to look human. He closed his eyes, and in a few moments, he grew a bit shorter, slimmer, and less hung--after all, two feet was too much for even the most impressive human males. In the end, a handsome male with streaked hair, a nice sized cock, and a broad, muscular form stood where the unicorn had been moments before.

With a faint crackling snap, he was magically clothed in a manner that would blend in, and then... Well. There was plenty of mortal fruits to be plucked, it looked like, all gathered around their bonfire to ward off the cold and darkness.

As Hoove approached, he saw someone waving at him... the young male called out. "Hey! You here for the party or to bitch about the party?" The young human shouted, as the stranger moving closer along the path leading to the fire.

Hooves laughed a little at the question, flashing the other male a big friendly smile. "Here for the party." He called back cheerfully, watching at the other reacted with a matching smile.

"Right-the-fuck-ON." The human male shouted back, laughing loudly, and then reaching down behind a log, tugging out a bottle of beer before tossing it over to the disguised unicorn with a loud cheer. A few more cheers went up as well, followed by someone starting to play a guitar and more alcohol being passed around. The disguised myth smiled and killed the beer in one long swallow that was easy for a equine to manage. Burping loudly as the frothy liquid filled his belly with a warm glow, slowly he circled the fire looking this gathering over slowly. Noticing that a number of the party goers were looking him over as well, hungry admitting looks that he felt as much as saw. Well he was here to have a good time after all, as he flirted around the edge of the gathering. A tall figure stalked him, the always weary myth watched him out of the corner of his eye. As he pause to share a few bong hits with a knot of youth, surprised to find the herb much more powerful than he had expected.

"Good stuff huh?" A handsome hairy young human asked him, it was very good indeed and the hidden Zebracorn felt himself drifting.

"Yeah... I've not had anything that powerful in a long... long... time." The youth chuckled and shoved the bong back into Hooves hands, the others urging him on to smoke a bit more. Hooves inhaled deeply holding the smoke in his lungs, as the world around him seemed to grow louder and brighter. Suddenly he felt a hand fondling him through his clothing... glancing around he spotting the male who had been following him. The two of them sharing a smile as their eyes met, that hand moving from Hooves crotch to rove all over his body slowly. "Aww, hell, looks like Jonah likes the new guy." One of the others them said, laughing softly as he watched the tall male touching the newcomer.

"Well, if Jonah likes him, that means we all better pretend not to like him..." Another male said with a wild giggle, followed by laughter from the rest of the small group.

Jonah, if that was the tall male's name, seemed to grin at the implication. "How about we take a step outta the glow, maybe head over to the edge of the woods for a little bit, huh?" He suggested more than asked, his teasing fingers tugged the disguised Zebracorn long.

Smiling vaguely as his exhaled the pungent smoke, Hooves felt the bigger male pulled him slowly away from the others. "Ahem... I like the woods." He answered vaguely, putting up very little resistance as the smirking male pulled him a long. The weed really was effecting him much more than he'd expected, things were moving faster around him than he could process. "Oh look the moon is so bright..." Hooves observed joining in with the chuckling that his new friend was doing.

"Jonah..." Hooves repeated looking back and forth, as the other's talked about him like he really had no say in what was going to happen.

"I call seconds..." His buddy with the bong laughed, as he watched Jonah pull the newcomer towards the forest.

"Jonah doesn't leave enough to seconds..." Someone else in the crowd observed with a smirk, making the others all roar with laughter.

He rubbed over the hidden unicorn's cheek softly, then smiled, wrapping an arm around him and walking him away from the safety of the light--though the newly risen moon was nearly full in the sky above them. Jonah grinned, tugging the myth over to the nearby treeline, then past it, chuckling softly. "You like that bud?" The tall male asked with a smirk, sensing the other male was eager to submit to him. "I had a friend grow it for me... He called it Grave Weed, cause he grew it next to the graveyard. Said it would be even stronger around anyone who likes to cross the boundaries..." The tall male teased, licking his lip's as the sweet scent of aroused musk drifted to his nostrils. "You do that?" He demanded softly, a paw sliding over Hooves's chest and finding--then pinching--a nipple firmly. "Slip over any boundaries recently?"

"Yeah that was... was great. Although I shouldn't have smoke so.. so fast... it's been centuries since I had anything that powerfu... Grave Weed?" Something about that nagged at the back of his mind... he really should know this however he just couldn't focus his mind enough to remember. Those hands fondling his body, opening his clothing to touch that sensitive bare skin. "Wait wha... cross the boundaries..." Hooves moaned as those sensitive nipples were pinched sharply, that pleasure/pain mixture making his cock stiffen instantly. Something his molester noticed at one, a big hand dropped down fondling those organs roughly. "I... Uhum... you know about..." Suddenly his mouth was covered, the big fellows tongue forcing it's way into his mouth. For a few long moments they explored each others mouths, it was only after the kiss broke that the myth realized his clothing was pooled around his ankles. "I might have wandered across one..." Jonah grinned, his teeth looking intensely white and his eyes starting to glow like embers.

"It's better here, right?" The tall male said, looming very close to the smaller male as the hidden Zebracorn stammered on. "The way mortals do it... How they drink and party and embrace each day with such gusto... They never notice when we pop in and enjoy a day with them." The other added, chuckling softly as he fondled the hidden myth's large cock and balls. "Mmm... Not an elf. You'd be a teensy down here if you were..." He observed dryly, strong fingers exploring the disguised myths transformed body playfully. "And definitely not an angel, not at a keg party in the woods..." That tall dark male said mockingly, laughing softly and moving to lick along Hooves neck, smirking softly.

"Fey." He said knowingly, plainly this fellow wasn't what he appeared to be either which both bothered and excited the myth. "Definitely fey. Probably something horny and looking for a good time..." The dark stranger mentioned, slowly turning the myth around and pressing him against the tree. He softly bit at Hooves neck and ground against him a few times, laughing and rubbing over his hips. "I first showed up to one of these... decades ago... but they all just remember be as being their age whenever I pop back in... Mortals are so accommodating..." The confessed with a lewd smirk before continuing, laughing gently as he ground his pecker against the other's male's backside slowly."Errr..." Hooves grunted as he saw those red eyes glittering in the moonlight, this was something a bit more adventurous than he had been expecting. "Ammm it's interesting here sure... I like the gusto." The disguised Zebracorn admitted still smiling goofily from the smoke, what Jonah say was true enough the human's were blind to them. "Hahaha... elf's really are small down there..." Hooves agreed with a lewd smirk, it was one of the reason's elf males bottomed so much. "Fey... yeah horny and looking for fun." Hooves agreed still struggling to not burst out giggling, as those hands lewdly fondled his body in all the best places. "Uhuuu." He grunted as this big creature spun him around, and shoved him hard against the rough tree bark. If he had been a human, that shove just might have knocked him unconscious. "Like it rough..." Hooves moaned as he felt that hot slimy tongue lick alone his short naked neck, while that powerful body humped against his back brutally hard. "Yes they are so eager to be fooled... so blind to the truths that surrounded them." The disguised myth inhaled deeply as he felt that burning organ pressing against his naked ass, Hooves glanced back as the other male sneered down at him. Hooves was starting to smell hints of sulfur in the air as big, flat teeth nibbled along his neck slowly. "Wha... what are you exactly?""Don't worry... No one has to know you got fucked by a Nightstallion... It's not like anyone could tell with us both transformed..."Hooves moaned as those flat teeth pinch his weak human like flesh painfully hard, the reek of sulfur hinting at this the others origins. "NightStallion!" The Zebracorn moaned, knowing this fellow was much more dangerous than he had expected. "Errr... yeah that... that's true just have to be sure not to... to let the transformation slip." Their were eyes on them... both of them could feel it but that was part of the fun they were having. Hooves wondered if some silly human had followed them, it was the kinda of thing one of them might do. "I guess there's no need to ask who's going to mount who huh..." He felt the others grip on his body tighten, just encase he tried to resist what the Nightstallion was about to do to him. "Ride me hard my stallion..." Hooves moaned hugging the rough tree trunk passively, knowing that he was not going to get out of this without injury. Jonah--almost certainly not his real name, he'd keep that a secret--wrapped one big, powerful hand around Hooves, and the hidden Zebracorn could feel the heat burning in his paws alone.

"Don't let that disguise slip..." The demonic stallion warned with a sneer, was it a honest warning or just away to make the other stand passive for him. "If you do, they'll see... they'll know... and if they know, they'll look for you. And you know how doggedly persistent mortals can be... You'll end up trapped in steel and poked and prodded for years and years before you escape..." The big disguised stallion teased, his cock pushed at Hooves's pathetically human backside, working against his pucker a few times, grinding there. "I was... less modest than you..." He whispered, rolling his hips, shoving into the other and clapping his hand over Hooves's mouth before he could whinny. "Shhh.. shh..." He encouraged with a nasty grunt, enjoying the feeling of forcing another Fey. "That's just the head... Relax... Relax... Maybe..." He whispered, his voice even lower than before as he felt that human body under him quiver in agony. "You can let... this backside... become what it should be..." The Nightstallion suggested softly--though at the same moment, Hooves knew that wasn't much of a suggestion... as Jonah seemed to be releasing the glamour hiding his cock's true, impressive size! Already, Hooves could feel it thickening within his ass, threatening to rip him open if his magic didn't do something."Oooowww fuck... your soooooo big!" Hooves moaned more for whoever was watching them than because it was true, although it was certainly true. The myth felt that tiny human anus tear, as that huge blunt cock flare was savagely drove inside of him. The scent of sulfur almost overwhelming as that big hand is clapped over his mouth, making it so he could only whimper through his nostrils.

"Hehehe." The NightStallion laughed softly as he smelled the scent of blood, the nasty stud grunting his advice with dark amusement. Hooves let the inside of his anus revert to take that enormous stallion cock, something no human could do. It was doubtful that any of the humans the Nightstallion mounted over the years, had survived their night together. Not if he treated them like this, which hinted at the fact that certain others at this party knew about Jonah.

The weight that was pounding against him, telling Hooves that the wicked stallion behind him was using his full weight and strength. Those thrust's started coming in hard and fast, it wasn't love making or even just recreational sex... it was a brutal animistic rape. And it was exciting the hell out of the disguised myth, reaching up he gripped the others left hand and push it down to his crotch. Unsurprised when he felt that power hand grip his balls painfully hard, squeezing them to the point where if they were just human they would have ruptured. "You really are asked for it.. The wicked stallion pulled back, then started to thrust brutally, making Hooves whimper pathetically over and over again, that paw squeezing and brutalizing his sac cruelly as he ground those two small, human orbs together. They felt so pathetically mortal, and the Nightstallion's grip told him that he'd done this thing before--stopping just shy of damaging them, which would have almost certainly destroyed the illusion.

He thrust more and more brutally, leaning Hooves back and slamming into him, rocking him into the air and enjoying the feeling of that deep, sucking equine horse-ass he was plowing. It didn't take long, fucking like that, for the stallion to sudden give a deep, huffing grunt, then slam Hooves into the tree tightly, starting to cum hot, burning cum deep into his ass. Each burst of it felt like fire, but it quickly cooled, leaking out onto the forest floor below with soft, searing 'fwish' sounds over and over. If the forest had been dry, there would have been a wildfire, almost certainly.

When he was done, he lowered Hooves back down again, grinding his nuts together one last time, then released them. Hooves could feel his cock transforming back into a human shape inside him, and as he pulled out, the myth's fat, equine pucker between his cheeks gaped lewdly, unable to transform back... but the Nightstallion made up for it by reaching down, grabbing Hooves's pants, and pulling them up to hide it--even as the cum oozed into his jeans.

"Better hide that..." He said, laughing cruelly as he momentarily admired that wreaked tail hole for a long moment. "Never know who might be watching. Get cleaned up and come back toward the fire..." He ordered, smirking and giving the myth's unsatisfied cock a flick as he turned, tucking his junk away and moving back toward the flames.

A few moments after he was gone, though, there was a soft chuckling coming from somewhere in the darkness. "Did you enjoy that?" The voice asked hissing in a unworldly tone, a dark shadow slinking closer out of the darkness. "Getting your ass stretched and gaped like a whore?" Hooves stood there awkwardly his hard cock aching and bobbing slightly from the NightStallion cruel flick. His cock head still stinging a bit from it, as the myth stood there holding his clothing. Let the stallion he was, Jonah didn't care at all about the pleasure of the creature he had just enjoyed seeing the other as just a hole to rut and nut inside of. The myth gasped for air as he turned away for the tree, slowly stroking his aroused organ, while reliving the mounted he's just gotten in his mind.

"It was brutally feral... savagely lustful... and intensely arousing... so Yes." Hooves answered that question back, turning towards the sound of that voice as the other moved closer. The chuckling growing louder and more wicked, as the figure stepped out of the deep shadows. The silvery moon light revealing the bearded face of his bong buddy from back at the bon fire. "Got my ass stretched and gaping like a slut... whores charge money for it." The myth corrected with a giggle, the Grave Weed was still having more of and effect on him than he expected.

"You really enjoyed that weed... I knew as soon as I saw your reaction to it you had slipped over as well." The burly bearded figure moved over to Hooves, cold fingers lightly caressing that hot aroused male organ. "I had planned to enjoy a little human orgy... watching Jonah ruin a few of them first to get my excitement up." He purred softly, moving up to press his body again the disguised Zebracorn's back, pushing those trousers down once again.

"But you found something... someone your going to enjoy more is that it?" Hooves asked softly as he was pushed down onto his knee's, slowly the burly figure circled around in front of him. Hooves noticed the long thick cock jutting out at once, it glistened with slime in the moon's silvery glow. He opened his mouth without having to be told, his molester chuckling even darker at the other's willingness. That thick organ pushed past his velvety equine lip's, then one to his tongue filling his senses with the most delightful taste and scent. "Ammmm..." Hooves moaned knowing at once that the slime dripping from this organ was a powerful drug and highly addictive.

"Someone like the taste... I think it's time we be honest." Instantly they were surrounded by a sphere of glamor, no one outside would be able to see or hear them. A moment later the illusion cloaking his molester vanished, revealing a tentacled horror... a nightmare creature from a nightmare dimension. Half a dozen smaller tentacles shot out from around the base of that cock, wrapping around the Zebracorn's head pulling it forwards. Feeding more and more of that wiggling organ into the myth's mouth, it wiggled over his tongue and then squirmed down his throat cutting off his air. While below more tentacles coiled themselves around his male organs, cold and slimy yet feeling like the most wonderful thing in the world. "You still haven't shown your true self... not that it matters I will soon know you intimately." The Horror hissed from it's beak like mouth, as those tentacles wrapping around his head began to phase through flesh and bone. Until Hooves could feel them wiggling around within his brain, dissolving bits and pieces of it to feast upon. While the ones down below feasts upon his reproductive energies, flesh and blood being consumed as well.

"NAAAHA..." Hooves tried to protest, realizing that had this creature feasted on human's they would have been forever changed. The bits of their brain's housing their inhibitions would have been consumed, making they a slave to their desires and fetishes. Bits of their speech center eaten would leave them with a lisp, while their sexual organs would be stunned and weakened. The writhing, tentacled mass seemed to pause, then a chuckle came that Hooves heard more in his head than in his ears.

"You've done this before..." The thing said sounding amused and delighted all at once, this was indeed a rare meal it had found for it's self. "I can taste it. Taste the way you're already regenerating the damage..." That horror continued, training its dozen or so eyes on the human looking myth that knelt before it. "Trying to get me nice and full? A good defensive measure, if nothing else..." The monster said, a deep wicked chuckle reaching the other's mind it was thought rather than sound.

Hooves felt the horror's cock flexing in his muzzle, sliding down his gullet and into his throat slowly and smoothly, swirling around as another tentacle found his cock--coiling around it tightly. A moment later, a slender tentacle--barely a millimeter in length--plunged into his cum slit, slithering down his shaft smoothly.

The cock was slowly dragged from his mouth, the horror grinning in delight as he looked down at him. "C'mon, now... Say something for me... I wanna hear it..." The horror encouraged knowing what the effects of it's feasting would have on the others brain.

"Thtop it..." Hooves lisped, panting deeply, then blushing darkly as he realized that he had a deep, heavily affected lisp. The myth focused hard for a long moment, before trying to speak again. "St-stop it..." He managed, but one of those tentacles in his head pushed slightly, and he gasped weakly. "Oh, yeth..." The lisp returned even stronger, panting weakly and whimpering in pleasure as the tentacle within his cock worked in and out.

"Hahah... I would have had to feast on ten humans it get what I'm already taken from you..." The horror hissed plainly delighted at finding this creature, wondering if it could pull him back to it's own dimension. Of course that wouldn't work, a bigger beast would only come along and take him away. As this Zebracorn had the power to escape... even now he could get away if he truly wanted. "You are enjoying this more than my victims normally do... and most of them come back begging for more... a shame that unlike you they can't give over and over again." And with that the horror's cock crammed it's self back down his throat, slithering in and out more like a snake than a penis. Bulging as something past down the length, dropping into his belly like slimy stones.

"AwkAwk..." The sleek myth choked as his body withered in the grasp of the extra dimensional beast, the pleasure was exquisite ironically it was covered up for the violation and devouring. Those tentacles within his brain played around within his memories, but discovered that they had not returned with the regrown brain matter. The myth knew very little of his own past, not that it matter to the Horror it was enjoy the moment. The way it's prey wiggled and trembling in it's grasp, as it ate it's fill from a creature that was almost an unlimited food source.

The slender tentacle within his crotch splitting as it slithered into his testicles, suckling that magical nut meat out. Making the Zebracorn's sack deflate as it devoured him, the creatures slime making it all feel like pleasure. The big equine myth bucking and humping his hip's, giving into the act that was happening. Helpless to resist as he felt the lumps move down that cock, something was being put back in place of his flesh...

The horror, sated deeply, stepped back from the myth, letting the disguised unicorn collapse entirely to the ground as he smirked. "You enjoy yourself, now..." It teased, laughing darkly as he turned, moving away from the myth and asserting his illusions again. As the poor fey Zebracorn found himself dazed, confused, and--while he felt that he'd just been fucked ten ways to Sunday-- Hooves was still utterly horny. He was laying there, his body recovering as he panted weakly. shuddering as he felt his nuts practically throbbing within his sac.

"Oh, hey, here's where you ended up..." A smooth, lyrical voice murmured, laughing softly as he walked over beside the crumpled myth. As Hooves looked up, a slender, fox-eyed human stepped out from behind a tree, grinning at him and walking over. "And I saw who just left, so I'm guessing you're pretty out of it, huh?" The plainly not human male said, chuckling lewdly as the other looked up at him blankly.

The myth shifted around on all fours slightly, his head swimming as his injured brain quivered. "Wha did Oou thay?" Hooves lisped, rubbing his head as his mind continued to heal the damage done to it by the horror.

The other grinned maliciously at the others lisping, stepping forward and glancing down at that's bulging sac, chuckling slightly as something squirmed within. "I see he left you a little present..." The dark Fox said, snickering as his eyes practically glittered in the darkness of the forest. In the distance, someone had started playing pipe music after the guitar had been thrown into the flames, wicked up and into the sky as the other reached out with... black paws?

The other's vulpine eyes seemed more intense now, glittering in the fade moonlight as he sneered down. "Hey, I think I recognize you..." The wicked demon Fox said, licking his lip's while admiring that sleek pink human body. "We've done this before, haven't we? A long, long time ago..." He snickered, his teeth glinting brightly as he moved to tie a tight band around the neck of the Zebracorn's sac. Horror eggs were powerful spell components, after all the myth wouldn't wanta give birth to those offspring. "I'm almost certain... although, I think you had a horn back then..." The fox-like demon said, laughing softly and tugging the Zebracorn's human form onto his side.

"Now, you relax... Once you're bred, you can go back to what you were doing with these mortals... No problems at all... I've found that slaves while they might be fun short term... are a drag in the long run." The wicked Fox said, moving around to sink his cock into the other's ass with a grin, and then giving a soft 'Oooof' of pleasure. "Ohohohoh, yes I remember this asshole... it's still as tight and eager to pleasure as ever. You were my slave for... how long? One... two centuries?" The demon asked, already looking more and more like a fox by the moment as he reached down and cupped the other's 'nuts' in his paw.

The brain raped myth, had no idea who this was or how they knew each other of course. He just couldn't remember... at least, he could remember nothing of value past a few moments before. Only strong, hard cocks, glittering knives, and someone eagerly breeding his boi-cunt or mouth.

"Ahahaha..." He moaned as the thick, but sharply pointed cock swiftly wedges his taut anal muscles open; pushing into him. "OOOOOOOOOOOOO...FUX." His protests turning to moans of pleasure as the fox's mighty organ spreads his asshole wide. "Yess... Ohoo Yess.. I Oove cock!" He half panted half moaned, even as his own cock spurts watery equine pre-cum all over his chest. The disguised myth losing control his eye's rolled in his head as the pleasure/pain of being penetrated filled his mind. The fox groaned at the tightness of the other's slut hole, and started to slam hard and fast into him. Forcing more and more of his huge shaft into the moaning Hooves with every thrust, grunting happily, holding the mighty Fey by his hips as he snarled into his ear.

"You're just as big a cock loving slut as ever." The wicked fox laughed merrily, even as he gesture with one black paw. Hooves watched as those claws grew into long wicked blades, that seemed to glow with faint red light. "How lucky you are I came along... knowing just what it is that you desire most." A shameful blush covers Hoove's pink human face, as he feels his own pre- cum splatter against his lips. The myth is embarrassed and humiliated at his own arousal, and mortified at the fox's knowledge of his depravity. Below that thick pink human cock jutted out rock hard, the Zebracorn was feeling somewhat betrayed by his own huge organ. The invading organ thrusting within him battered against his male pleasure knot, sending shiver after shiver of pleasure through him. The young appearing human struggled to hold his concentration, which was not easy with the huge organ fucking within him. And his own big blunt cock head bumping against his lip's splashing it's pre-cum all over his face. "I'm going to take them before I fill your hole... I can feel the NightStallion's seed in you by the way. It makes a excellent lubricant and has that delightful sulfur scent... you do know every drop of it taints your being a little more. But then you've been impure for centuries... ever since that first time when you were just a colt. Talked into surrendering yourself to that naughty Satyr... who told you he was a god how innocent and naive you were... delightful." Hooves watched that paws drop down, the other was cupping and tugging that bugling sack out. Claws flashing burn hot as they played across the neck of that pouch, cutting and burning the flesh as they past though.

"WEEHEHEHEEE!" The disguised Zebracorn screamed, as those claws cut his hefty ball sack from his body. That long thick human cock jerking and quivering, spitting out long streams of sparkling seed on to the forest floor. The wicked fox caught a spurt in his paw, tasting it for a moment as he pounded that tight hole.

"Hah... sterile times have changed for you! Someone has made you a gelding, more profoundly that just removing your organ's ever could." The fox chuckled, looking down at Hooves as the poor myth squirmed in pleasure at the demon's hard pounding. Hooves 'balls' churned in his sac still, wriggling furiously at having been removed before they could completely graft themselves to the myth's magic. The wicked fox was smirking to himself as he reached for more of that pointless cum, biting his finger and mingling his blood with it before he slowly smeared it into the cut on Hoove's groin, working it in deeply, causing a hiss of smoke to rise from between the myth's legs.

"There we are..." The wicked fox said, chuckling in pleasure at having taken the others proud jewels away to save him from the Horror's taint. "You'll be a nice, handsome gelding for the next few decades... it's not like you have a herd anymore. No nuts until that seal wears off... or you find someone strong enough to remove it. I imagine that spreading yourself for someone and begging them to let you have your nuts back won't go to well, though... Haha." The demonic fox continued, laughing cruelly as he thought about the limp dicked gelding begging strong magic users for help.

Hooves lay there on the damp earth, panting and gasping as he tried to process everything that was happening. Where was he and what was happening? He knew he was... magical... but exactly how was tricky for him to pin down exactly. He groaned quietly and just nodded submissively to the laughing fox as the other fucked his trembling butt hole savagely.

"Now... you'll need a new disguise before you head back out to the bonfire, of course..." The sneering fox chuckled, already having come up with an idea for the disguised myth's new look. "No one will believe that you really survived an encounter with the Nightstallion... or that horror... so... I'll help you out there." The wicked fox promised, though when he said it, he was grinning so cruelly it made the Zebracorn whimper softly.

He reached out, and in the air in front of Hooves's forehead, he somehow grabbed at nothing. And found the unicorn's horn, bringing a shock of Hooves' memories back to him... although everything was still quite jumbled. His brain's had been eaten full of holes and while those holes were healing up now.

"Let's see how you look... after you've been a gelding for... a month..." The evil Vulpine murmured, using the gelded myth's own power to 'age' him a bit, progressing his body along the journey of gelding hood. Making him heal... but also forcing him to watch in horror as his mighty manhood became weaker and crippled without his testosterone to keep it strong. "Hmmm and... three months... six months... a year..." That fast moving hip's slamming the fox's cock balls deep into that tight magical asshole. Dumping a huge loud of his own thick potent seed inside the myth, he had corrupted the myth plenty in his time.

The myth's cock went entirely flaccid, starting to shrink and shrivel up, and his impressive muscles softened... turned to warm, pudgy softness that one should expect from a gelding. He wasn't exactly fat, but he certainly wasn't a sleek, firm tower of equine muscle anymore. When the fox was done, he ruffled the unicorn's hair, turning it a warm, dark crimson. And then traced his eyebrows and eyelids, making them match... while changing the myth's appearance--at least, his human appearance--entirely.

He released the ephemeral grasp his paw had on the other's horn, chuckling and rubbing at him. "I think you'll be more popular at the party now anyway... plenty a males like to fuck a soft sissy boi like you." He said, smirking and tugging him up, helping him get on his clothes--which shrank to show off the Zebracorn's new rounded feminine looking 'assets.'"Now off with you... I know there are plenty of males that can't wait to have a go on so cute a gelding."

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Hoove stumbled back off towards the bonfire, still drifting along from the weed he'd smoked earlier. As he enter the clearing, the myth couldn't help noticing the human's had began shedding their clothing as the danced to the music of the reed pipes. Slowly he staggered forwards, joining the other in dancing around the fire. Noticing Jonah the Nightstallion talking with a pair of dark uniformed figures, before leading them both off into the tree's. It seemed the police were going to get screwed, lucky human's to be getting horse cock from the Nightstallion. Thankfully the tentacle horror was nowhere to be seen, having gorged it's self the creature had wandered into the forest.

Suddenly Hooves found himself surrounded by naked sweaty bodies, the scent's of musky male human's pressing against him. Hands began to touch his soft body, males who would have never thought of fucking another man. Were eagerly groping him, delighting as they discovered the lacking between the eunuchs thigh's. Soon the whole party was complete naked dancing around the blazing fire, the youthful human's celebrating just as wildly as their pagan ancestors. Things were changing quickly around them, what had started with drinking and dancing was rapidly moving towards debauchery. Hooves found himself enjoying it more and more, the naked bodies withering and squirming in lust on the cool damp earth. The myth blinked spotting goat horns, realizing this music was being played by Satyr's. He watched a young male human eagerly give up his date to a prancing goat man, who eagerly mounted her right there in front of everyone. A crowd of fat little goblins, were pulling a couple of dazed looking females off into the dark forest beyond the fire light They would never be seen again, once the goblins lured them into their caves the human would be brood mothers. Fingers were being poked and prodded into the transformed myth's body, both his backside and mouth, and one of the cute little elven males who'd been shyly dancing at the edge of things. Had apparently decided that Hooves' shriveled cock was just the right size for him... and had come up, dropping down and licking over his castration scar--so sensitive even after _'all that time'_it had been there--before taking him into his soft, elfish maw.

Hooves never felt teeth as the head of his cock was treated like a clit and more than one set of nuts were pressed against his face, more than one cock pushed past his lips. He gagged slightly a few times, but the music was intense and sudden. A bacchanal more than a simple, human party... and the party goers would remember this night for all the rest of their lives. How had so many creatures found this place? The myth had merely expected it to be a handful, Hooves not realizing that his passage through the veil called to others.

Eventually, Hooves felt the elf giggling and sliding away with a cute, twinkish looking fawn who started gently kissing him a few feet away. And slowly, Hooves realized that fewer and fewer humans and creatures were coming for him. Which could only mean one thing... as the song continued, he could feel the eager, horny eyes of the Satyr looking at him, drinking him in knowingly, grinning over his pipes as the myth met his eyes. And as the song began to slowly wind down--how long had it been, not an hour certainly, had it? The handsome Satyr came strutting over slowly, taking the eunuch's hand and grinning at him as he tugged him away from the fire toward a nearby hill covered in thick grass. They past a handful of other Satyr's, who were rutting both male and female human's alike.

"Been a long, long time, love..." The round belly Satyr observed, as the Zebracorn vaguely remembered the fox talking about him first being corrupted by a Satyr. "Glad you're nutless tonight... that condition truly suits you. Makes sure everyone knows what a mare you are..." The lusty goat man teased, reaching for a wine skin at his hips, and then pouring a bit of the sweet, intense wine past the myth's lips and down his throat...

And sending the alcohol rushing straight to his head, something he had done to that pure, innocent Zebracorn colt all those centuries ago. Vague disjointed memories came flooding back, weeks of drunken rutting had slowly lead the myth into trying gender swapping. And then just as he had mastered the change, his Satyr friend had passed off the drunken filly to a gang of young unicorn stallions. They had bred their offspring on her, while the Satyr had watched and laughed. He had made a deal with them, Hooves had been payment for something he'd never learned what. But the Zebracorn had been stuck as a mare for years because of it, raising the offspring of those other stallion's.

"Don't worry... I'm not going to ask you to become a filly for me again." The Satyr assured as if reading the myth's mind, his hot hands running over Hooves naked body. "I like this disguise... I've not rutted a eunuch in ages, not since the time I send in Greece. It was most amusing, watching that little elf suckle on your limp hose. While all those lusty human's crammed their hard cocks into you, and you loving every second of it. Your bodies magic making them experience more pleasure, than they ever had in the whole of their short miserable lives. Hahaha... they will remember you as the best sex they ever had, males who will swear that they are straight to their dying breath. Will think back to this night, with a cut male pleasuring their hard organ's. As the only time in their life's, when they were ever truly deeply happy."

Below them by the fire, a naked human staggered a bit too far away from the light. Only to be grabbed by a huge hand, and yanked off into the darkness part of the forest. The Satyr sighed and shook his head, making a soft 'Tsktsktsk...' sound with his bearded lip's. "Orge... gate crasher... a good party always attracts them... and it is the witching hour. I guess we're lucky it wasn't some wailing spirit... those always make my ears bleed." The lusty goat man wrapped his arms around that pale naked body, leaning in to nibble on Hooves ear lobe roughly. "I've got a surprise for you..." Hooves would have to wonder if the Satyr would have been seducing him into taking on a female form, if he'd seen him just that short few hours ago when the gathering had started. The hidden unicorn moaned softly as he looked back over his shoulder, shivering softly and raising his eyebrows at the Satyr.

"A... a ssurprrissse?" He slurred softly as his velvety tail hole clenched down and then winked open eagerly.

The wicked Satyr chuckled lewdly, taking the secret equine's hand and dragging it to his thickening animalistic shaft between those furry legs. "You remember that one stallion... that I traded you to? The one who was so arrogant and brash... talking about how he loved making other unicorn stallions into mares and breeding them. Turns out that he's just as big of a sucker as you..." The naughty Satyr teased, letting the Zebracorn's fist wrap around his shaft... feeling just how thick and fat it was. "He was the first to donate... and down at the bottom, you'll find where I tricked a werewolf..." He mentioned, snickering evilly and taking the unicorn's hand back, pressing it against Hooves own muzzle. Making the myth breathe that intense musk off of his hand, drawing a sharp, needy moan past those full lips that made his pathetic, shriveled glands ache in his body.

The naughty Satyr laughed softly at the others reaction, gloating at the power he had over males... reaching down. "Ammm... Those clever mortals figured out how to keep old dicks hard, and they didn't even have to bargain with a Satyr for the knowledge..." He said, laughing and tugging on Hooves' rapidly stiffening little eunuch cock, laughing while rubbing the head with his thumb slowly. All three eager little inches were throbbing instantly, and the satyr was laughing as he released it. Reaching down to that scar and stroking it, dragging moans past the myth's human lips instantly.

"Now... let's see how tight you still are... after all those humans and demons got done with you..." He chuckled darkly, pressing the head of his cock against the poor, debauched human backside and slowly forcing his way into it. Tugging Hooves back against him slowly and patiently as the fattest cock the male had taken that night pushed into his bowels. "I can't wait to knot you and watch you swell..." The ancient Satyr laughed eagerly, his mind wandering back to that tiny, striped, bastard colt he'd tricked and broken all those centuries ago.

"I've not felt this full in..." The passive myth who was transformed into a human guise paused considering for a long moment. Even as the sneering Satyr's strong hip's forced that older male's full length inside of him. "How many centuries has it been?" Hooves asked, as he bend forwards and thrust his pale human ass back towards that furry crotch eagerly.

"Oh eleven centuries... you were a colt barely off you're mothers teat when I discovered you... and showed you there were other things to suckle upon... Hahaha." In point of fact his mother had been taken away, the bastard colt was on his own at that time. Looking for an authority figure to take care of him, the Satyr had done that by playing lewd games with the colt. Ending with turning the Zebracorn female and giving the filly in heat to horny bachelor stallions to breed. Hooves had been trapped as a female for the next three centuries, giving birth to other males offspring. The betrayal had been a deep wound indeed, fomenting many a plot for revenge over that time. But the Satyr was and immortal who was almost impossible to destroy, not that Hooves had ever truly considered killing.

Bracing his hands on his knees, the myth bend forwards while letting the laughing Satyr have his was with that tight hole. Always the pleaser hooves channeled his magic into giving his molester the most please that he could. The old goat man laughing and grunting in delight, as he felt that tight hole eagerly gripping and milking his hard on.

"Ohooo... all those years as a brood mare has taught you more than a few things I see... Heheh." The poor myth, in spite of his years of being bred and the recent use he'd experienced, wasn't quite up to the task of the Satyr's threefold cock, though he made an effort and closed his eyes, groaning and feeling it working in deeper and deeper... He could feel his dangling cords pulling up inside his body as he took the other's shaft, his poor little pecker achingly hard as it dribbled and drooled clear, lifeless pre-cum--even more sterile than before, somehow.

With time, he managed to work himself in properly deep, forcing the disguised human's body to adapt to what he wanted as he shoved, tweaked, and twisted to get each and every inch into him... until he finally had it crammed into the poor human form the myth was using. With a breath, he smiled, feeling that radiating pleasure pouring into the other's ass as he slowly pulled back, then thrust forward again, starting to set up a slow, steady pace as he moaned lowly... his knot already formed and pressing against the myth's ass slowly and firmly, grinding a few times. "Here... have a bit more wine..." The lusty Satyr laughed warmly, passing the wine skin over the myth's shoulder. Watching as the half bent over human took the skin, panting for breath for a moment as the goat man hammered his ass. Moaning and snorting in pleasure, before turning the wine skin up to gulp down a big mouthful of that strong magical drink. Licking and smacking his human lip's loudly, inhaling a long ragged breath as that strong drink filled his belly with fire.

"I think that is even stronger than I remember." Hooves moaned softly, before passing that wine skin back to the round bellied Satyr. Who smirked as he took it, turning the skin up to gulp the dark red wine down lustily. He would have easily emptying the skin of its contents, however that skin would never empty thanks to its magic.

"It is the same as ever... Hahaha.. you just don't drink like you did in your youth." The horny Satyr laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. While driving that thick throbbing fucker in and out of the myth's hot little hole over and over again. Offering the skin again, but the disguised myth turned it down with a wave of his hand.

"You're right... I've not drank anything that powerful in centuries." Hooves admitted weakly, making the fat Satyr roar with laughter at the others weakness. The older male throwing himself against that pale naked human back, rutting and thrusting savagely now that he was sure the myth was firmly in his power. Wrapping his arms around that torso, grunting and bleating in pleasure.

"I'm so happy to be able to have you again... after so long to be able to pound my little bastard colt again. Go on shift to it... I want to watch my cock stretching that shiny black asshole. Come on... show me that cute little colt I broke in all though years ago..." The body under him warmed as his quivered and trembled, slowly melting into the slender form of a tiny young anthropomorphic Zebracorn colt.

The Zebracorn's body felt small and compact, barely of breeding age when the Satyr had taken his little black cherry. He panted weakly, all his magic getting squeezed down and compressed, only now, it was even more shameful. As his striped backside formed, it was rounder and more shapely--a young mare's ass rather than a young stallion's.

Between his legs, his scar ached perfectly, making his cute little pecker dribble as he panted and moaned. The transformation was intense for some reason, more sexual than normal as his long, slender ears appeared on his head and climbed up, his muzzle pushed from his face into a lady-like form, and the wine in his belly practically boiled.

"Nnn... a-are you sure the wine is the same?" Hooves asked, holding up the wine skin as the older Satyr slammed his shapely stripped ass savagely.

The Satyr laughed deeply, squeezing the Zebracorn's backside and leaning into him as he smirked, reaching out and grabbing the horn that was smoothly pushing from the Zebracorn's forehead. "Oohhhh, certainly!" The horny goat man said, hiccoughing and laughing loudly as he ground his knot against that fat, black doughnut hole between the Zebracorn's cheeks.

He laughed, tugging himself back, then thrusting in again as the Zebracorn's hole--a cute, mostly feminized little backside--squeezed and gripped at his shaft. The lusty Satyr started properly fucking at that point, reaching under the Zebracorn's barrel and rubbing at his chest, feeling those barely forming little teats. "Such a good little euni-uni..." He teased, snickering evilly as he rubbed at those forming teats. Not a mare, after all, but a true femboy, a sissy, a little wanna-be mare who'd gotten rid of the burden of manhood entirely before it became a problem.

He leaned in, pressing his chest against the smaller Zebracorn's back, starting to thrust harder and harder into him, stretching his hole open wide, and after a few particularly hard, brutal thrusts, he crammed his knot past that black doughnut, letting it swell and locking him to the zebra's fat little boi-cunt with a bleat of delight.

He started to unload his cum--so much of it, pouring through the Zebracorn--and grabbed the smaller 'male's' arms, pulling them back and grinning eagerly as he felt the other squeezing at his cock. The Zebracorn might have orgasmed, but the wicked Satyr didn't care, instead, he delighted as the other's stomach swelled out, bloating full... and then, the Zebracorn coughed.

As he did, cum burst past his lips, dribbling over his chin. He took a deep breath, desperately making sure his lungs were full, as the Satyr's overwhelming cum burst from his muzzle. It dribbled and poured from his maw, splashing to the ground in front of him, his own natural magic pouring out with it and soaking into the soil. The field would be incredible fertile after this, with two different nature fey 'blessing' it with their presence.

The Horny Satyr grinned, his knot quickly deflating as he tugged and popped it out of the Zebracorn's hole, snickering at how utterly gaped he was, looking at the massive puddle of muddy cum he was leaving him soaking in, then patted his ass. "Thanks for the good time, cutie." He said, smirking and spanking his ass as he poured a little more of his endless, eternal alcohol down his throat, rubbing his cheek and walking back toward the fire slowly.

"It is a shame you can't transform like us Unicorn's..." Hooves whimpered, so softly the nasty old Satyr had to swivel his goat like ear's to hear the myth speak. The round bellied old stud goat half turning to look back over his shoulder snickering, already a half dozen of the younger Satyr's were starting up the hill eager for sloppy seconds.

"Oh why is that?" He sneered, watching the slender little sissy gelding climbing up off the ground and on to all fours. The old goat thinking the little slut would be in perfect position by the time the younger Satyr's got there.

"You could change back into a male... before those horny young Satyr's get up here." Hooves snickered turning his handsome young head, to look back at his confused molester with a wicked evil smile.

"Change back into a male?!?" The powerful ancient Satyr grunted in confusion, the big gloating smile on his face slowly melting. "Wait... wait what... what have you done?" The hefty goat moaned suddenly clutching at his body, even as it began to blur and shift in the pale silvery moon light. Looking down wide eyed as one his hands clutched at those suddenly aching loins, his mouth gaping open widely in shock.

"I added a little something to your wine..." The Zebracorn answered climbing to his hooves, as the older Satyr screamed and bleated in pain and fear. His huge male organs quivering and shrinking, as the old goat looked down in growing horror.

"Wha... wha... wha..." He stammered glancing from his swiftly vanishing male-hood, towards the six young Satyr's trotting up the hill towards them. His eye's rolling around in his head, as breasts budded in his chest quickly plumping even as his cock vanished. The helpless Satyr grabbing and tugging on that spent organ, trying to keep it from going away completely. But it slipped out of his finger, pulling up inside of that furry crotch. Testicles quickly following along behind, as the opening to that sheath stretched down in to a sleek slit.

"I'm returning the favor... only without my power to gender shift you're going to be a brood nanny forever." Hooves explained as the new female collapsed on to all fours, panting and moaning as the magical potion the Zebracorn had slipped into that wine finish the change. The new Satyress squealed and moaned, the first young male pounced on her up thrust rump. Sinking his thick cock into her leaking heat filled sex, while a second horny male forced his cock into that squealing mouth. Hooves watch the breeding Satyr's with a certain dark satisfaction, knew that before the night was over the new female would have a belly full of kids.

**

Hooves staggered down the hill, as his long formed revenge was finally completed, laughing to himself as he coughed up more of that cum. And then spat it onto the ground, leaving new flowers in its wake as he worked his way back down to the fire. The party was finally dying down, and over at the edge of things, he could see the disguised horror and demonic fox arguing about property rights of the contents of the unicorn's severed sac, while a elf boy snuggled up next to an ogre with a grin on his face.

The myth was on the verge of turning and heading back to the fey wylds when he felt a paw sliding down, cupping his backside, turning and looking up at the Nightstallion--who had dropped his disguise entirely and was standing there with a smoldering mane.

"Well... looks like you managed to take care of business." The huge stallion snickered softly, glancing up the hill at the wildly rutting Satyr's and their new nanny. "Glad that you didn't get distracted by the party." He added with a wink, a little smirk playing over his expressive equine lip's plainly highly amused by the outcome.

"You knew?" Hooves asked looking at the Night-stallion sharply, the big dark equine shook his head making sparkle dance from his mane.

The wicked stallion laughed softly, the amusement growing as he read the Zebracorn's puzzlement. "What you were up to? Oh, no. I had no clue at all, however unicorns don't come out on mischief night without someone in mind." The demonic stallion pointed out, his huge hands toying with the striped myth's emasculated body.

The unicorn laughing in return, turning and palming the bigger stallion's hefty sac with a lustful grin. "The demon fox from earlier... he did play a nasty little trick. Put a seal on me that'll keep me like this... that I won't be able to break for a while. Not without plenty of magic..." The feminized Zebracorn mentioned, nuzzling at the powerful Alpha stallion's chest submissively.

"Oh really?" The Night-stallion asked, reaching down and tugging Hooves up against his side, giving him a nuzzle as he walked toward the edge of the rising dawn in the distance.

The tiny Zebracorn nodded a little, letting the bigger stud pull him alone with him. "Mhmm..." Hooves murmured softly, feeling that huge hand on his cushy ass cheek squeezing firmly. "Between that, regenerating memories, and remembering how to force my body to make testosterone again..."

The Nightstallion smiled in obvious delight, knowing that he could have this submissive little gelding all to himself for a long time. "Looking for a distraction, hmm?"

Hooves grinned slightly reading the others wicked desires, knowing he was going to be getting mounted by the big stud a lot. "Maybe... I've heard that the Black-lands in the Fey Wylde are actually... much nicer than they tell us." He offered in meek passively, knowing that it would make the wicked stallion happy.

The Nightstallion nodded his long narrow head, the lands were in fact fair enough... it was the creatures who lived there that were horrible mostly. "Not horrible... I could use company for a while, if you'd like to play the gelding mare for me." He offered with a cruel smirk wanting it plainly understood the other submissive position, knowing the myth wasn't about to turn him down.

Hooves nodded his long narrow head a little, returning the bigger males lustful grin. "I'm Hooves..." He introduced himself, the big stud looking down at him with a casual shrug it really didn't matter. The Nightstallion would be calling him much more derogatory names, as he used the gelding for pleasure.

"Midnight." The massive stallion replied, chuckling as he started to vanish a little more with every step. As the two fey--one demonic, one pure... well somewhat pure vanished, the party seemed to quiet. Elves and ogres swiftly retreating, the horror found himself wondering how the demonic fox had acquired an addition seed sac off of it before it staggered off into the far realm. And the breeding Satyrs finally hurrying back to the forests of Olympus, dragging their well fucked new prize along.

As the sun rose and the embers died, the few humans left woke, looking around them, surprised that the meadow looked so lush this late in the year. Especially after a party... and staggered back home--heads full with half-remembered dreams and half-dreamed memories.

FIN.