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Wayward Warrior

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The warm summer sun burned brightly, shining over the vast Plains of Parnor and warming the sheer, rocky cliffs that surrounded them. The light not only washed over the red newts clinging to the cliffs, but through their translucent flesh as well. They meandered along the rockface, seeking out the right mix of light and shade, occasionally wetting themselves in the tiny waterfalls that cascaded down from above. It was a peaceful life, at least usually.

As a few pebbles fell, indicating something was descending from above, the newts scattered, seeking refuge. Nothing ever came from above. The plains were a no-man's land, left untouched as the world evolved around it. Even the modern marvels of science had been unable to affect the strange beasts and the timeless relics strewn across the realm. It was more than an oddity, more than a superstition. The plains were still blank on most maps, detailed only by their outline. As Vahn's shoes touched down on the soft sandy soil at the base of the cliffs, it was quite possible that he was the first to set foot there in generations.

While it was probably a bad sign that Vahn was already sweating on the climb down, he'd trained long and hard as the son of a regent. Sweat was hardly an enemy. His light brown hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, his well-tanned skin complimented by the rusty reddish orange tunic and khaki colored pants he wore. Vahn had debated wearing a more subdued color like blue or green to blend in, but his quarry would no doubt be able to spot him regardless of what he wore, and his uniform had certain protective qualities.

Vahn pulled out his binoculars and scanned the horizon, his green eyes studying the lay of the land. The prairies were vast, little more than subtle hills and slight crevices. Rivers ran in from three different countries to gather in the center and the only structures that appeared built by sentient life came in the form of stone step pyramids with open tops. Vahn looked down at the rich, fertile soil below, wondering how many bones of his ancestors remained after all this time.

A hand slipped back, feeling the hilt of the crescent sword strapped to his back. It was more for reassurance than anything. Vahn knew that his sword was there. He could feel the weight and heft of it. It was a comfort, a reassurance. It was also a reminder of his purpose. While humanity had grown more advanced, that didn't always mean that they were becoming more evolved. Corruption was spreading like a cancer and bureaucracy was slowing down the wheels of justice. It had taken a keen mind to find loopholes past certain modern trappings, and one reached back all the way to pre-history.

Somewhere out on the plains, the ancient warriors still roamed. They were fearsome beasts unlike any elsewhere in the world. They had the bodies of massive horses, the torso of a man, the head of a lion and the horns of a demon. They had defended the plains as their grazing grounds for longer than humans had used tools. Some ancient religions claimed the cliffs had been formed when the plains were pulled down by hell, trying to reclaim their pets. Others said that the gods sunk the plains to give humans a chance to live. Perhaps both were true.

The names of such creatures had changed over the years, let alone between the three countries that bordered the forbidden territory. To Vahn's people, they had most commonly been called the Striders. Vahn had never seen one in person, in fact no one had. No biologist or archaeologist or scientist had ever ventured into the area and returned again. There had been only a handful of attempts over the centuries... But humans had not always been so unlucky when it came to the Striders. There had been a time when the chiefs and kings had been chosen by presenting a horn cleaved from a Strider's head. That was the loophole Vahn now needed. That was the bit of political maneuvering that had been so arcane that it had been left unobstructed in modern law.

Vahn took one last breath, looking up at the cliff face behind him. It was perilous to climb up, but if he could survive the Strider, he'd find a way back home. Vahn turned and set off, heading deeper into the plains, seeking out his destiny. If he succeeded, he would be able to start putting right what had gone terribly off course in his country. The reward was worth the risk, and if he couldn't save his father's life, then what good was his own? Vahn couldn't help but smile a little as he realized the fact that he would also be the first person to see a Strider in generations. Sometimes there was a little bit of pleasure at being the first at something.

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The sun had taken a long journey, almost as long as Vahn's. It was starting to set, though it felt like time worked differently on the plains. Maybe it was the lack of technology or artificial light, or maybe even the complete lack of distractions... but for Vahn, it felt like he'd been down in the plains for an eternity. He crouched down by a boiler, looking up at one of the pyramids in the distance. The stars were coming out despite it being daylight, something that Vahn had never seen before. The moon was visible as well, hanging just above the pyramid, visible through the bell tower like opening at the peak. It was surreal and beautiful, but one more distraction that he couldn't afford, especially when he was so close.

Some small part of Vahn had worried that the Striders might have died out, that the plains had been ignored for no reason. That had been before he found the first tracks... They were like horse tracks, but huge. There were no horseshoes, though, and the size was startling. Each hoofprint was bigger than a diner plate and that was just the impression left on a calm walk. Vahn had tracked as best as he could, though he'd had more experience reading about animals than following them. The scat had been another indication that he was getting closer. When he'd come up over a small mount, he'd frozen in place, laying eyes on his quarry for the first time. The stories didn't do the beasts enough justice.

The same breeze that rippled through the untamed prairie grasses ruffled the fur on the backs of two Striders. Each was as tall as a house, maybe even taller. One had dark gray fur with a red mane, the other cast in shades of tawny gold and brown. Their hooves were huge, but so were their arms! Each one was as thick and as long as Vahn was tall. Their stomachs were ripped with muscle, covered only by a thick velvety layer of fur. Their faces were feline with wide, diamond shaped noses. Their ears were pointed... But their manes, their manes were shocking and beautiful.

Their hair was thick and rich, fluffy and full. Their beards grew out like an extension, practically no different than their head hair except perhaps a bit more bounce. The gray and red Strider had braided the beard into two long tufts while the gold Strider seemed younger, having only one plait down the center of his chest.

The two were congregating near the pyramid, apparently to feast from some melons that grew wild. Vahn watched and considered his next move. Taking on one Strider was a suicide mission, but two? He would have to wait until they parted, until he had a better shot. His sword had been passed down from his ancestors. It was sharp enough to cleave a horn, but then what How would he get it across the plains, back up the cliffs and present it to the court of Acronis? Seeing those mighty beasts put it into perspective, but it wasn't like he could just turn back empty handed. He had come precisely because there was no other way. He had to do this.

Vahn hunkered down behind the boulder, watching and waiting. He saw them bite into the melons, juice going everywhere. He saw the two knock their horns together at the end of the meal, more like a toast than a challenge. They had cupped water from the waterfall on the nearby cliffs and they had walked up the steps of the pyramid, looking up at the moon together. The sun continued to sink lower and lower, letting the emerging stars sparkle as their backdrop changed from blue to purple.

Vahn had tried changing positions a few times, shifting weight from side to side. He couldn't afford for his legs to fall asleep while he waited. What struck the wayward warrior most strange was the uncanny way the Striders behaved. They were so human and yet they had not pursued government, trade, science or invention. The metal cuffs holding their beards in place seemed to be the only fabrication. But the way they moved, the way they conversed, it all seemed so relatable, so normal. With any luck, that meant that the two might part company when the night was over, and if so, then Vahn would have his chance.

Crickets chirped away as the moon sank below the cliffs, but to Vahn's surprise, the light didn't disappear - it just revealed the truth. The reason that he could see the stars so clearly was the absence of artificial light. The plains were ringed with it. A glowing haze rose up from the civilizations that surrounded the unclaimed expanse. Even at night, there was always light. It felt strange to realize it, to see it from the outside... but Vahn brought his focus back to the present. His adventure wasn't one of self-discovery. He was on the hunt.

All of the patience and observation manifested in the slightest, most subtle of moments. With one last horn knock, the two Striders parted ways. The golden beast headed back towards the east, along the way Vahn had come, while the gray and red one ventured further into the prairie, heading toward a grove of trees. Having had ample time to think, Vahn had already sized up his prey. The golden Strider seemed younger, and the darker one an elder. There were risks involved with either of them, but without knowing their life cycle, it came down to a guess. Vahn guessed that taking on a slower, aged elder might be easier than attacking one in their prime... but elders often had experience. Still, his mind was made. Vahn rose up from his crouch and set off toward the grove, rounding his approach, trying to stay downwind as he narrowed in on his target.

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Huge hooves clip-clopped across the well-traveled paths. A gunmetal gray hand reached up, snatching an apple from the branches of a tree before it came down, crushed between the sharp feline teeth of the Strider's maw. Juice sprayed out, several droplets landing like dew on his bushy red beard. A tail swished behind equine haunches, a vast leathery sheath swaying back and forth beneath the creature's underbelly. Eerie, solid white eyes almost glowed as they surveyed the path ahead. It would have been like any other night, but the Strider's whiskers twitched, his feline nose sniffed.

Everything happened in a flash. Vahn dropped from the high branches of a tree, his curved sword glinting in the moonlight as he dropped. The Strider reared up on hind legs, kicking the front ones as he let out a leonine roar of anger, baring all his fangs. His already thick mane bristled up, growing even thicker. The sudden change of position meant that Vahn was dropping down as his quarry was rising up, lifting the horns out of reach. Vahn hit the ground and rolled, sprinting back through the trees for cover. His plan had seemed like a good fallback in case of failure, at least until he heard the snapping of not just twigs but entire logs.

The brown-haired warrior erupted from the grove, breaking out across the grasslands shortly before the Strider emerged behind him, sending branches flying in every direction. Vahn ran for all his might, but he felt the ground vibrating beneath him, growing stronger and stronger. It wasn't just like the impact of hooves; it was like the fury of a volcanic flow rushing after him. Vahn dared to look over his shoulder, seeing the Strider's face. It didn't look angry, it looked... excited? Maybe both...

Vahn knew he couldn't outrun a four-legged beast on his home terrain. He scanned for another option. Spotting the peak of the pyramid beyond the grove, he had to hope they served some purpose. If the Striders didn't build structures, then his ancestors might have built the relics. If they did, maybe there was a spot to hide, to stay out of reach. More sweat beaded from Vahn's brow as he ran as fast as he could, his sword slipped back into the sheath on his back.

The two traversed the plains, splashes of warm fall colors against an ardent green backdrop. Vahn's suspicion had been correct, though. Even if he had worn green to blend in, the Strider's all-seeing white eyes would have spotted the movement alone. Vahn felt the Strider getting closer, the impacts of his hooves shaking the ground with so much force that it threatened to trip him. The Strider felt the heat of the chase, the yearning to get a hold of its prey. A clawed paw swiped out, getting nothing. Another swipe came close enough for Vahn to feel the air of a near miss.

With every ounce of strength in his body, Vahn pushed past the edge of the grove and across the open space, closing in on the pyramid. His heart fluttered like a hummingbird's in his chest as, for a moment, he started to believe he could really make it. The young man had even managed to find a semblance of balance, accounting for the thunderous hooves shaking the ground beneath his feet. What he hadn't accounted for was when it came to a stop. The Striders weren't any one creature, they were an amalgam, a chimera. Racing after the intruder like a horse hadn't worked, so the mighty beast switched tactics. With a brace of its hind legs, it pushed off, arching through the air like a cat.

Vahn's eyes snapped wide as a clawed paw wrapped around his midsection, closing all the way round his ribs and waist as if he was nothing. The Strider had caught its prey, but it had done so by lunging. Vahn was yanked off his feet as the beast hit, rolling and tumbling across the grassy slope. The two grunted and growled before coming to a stop. Dust had been kicked up into the air, not only leaving a trail behind them but surrounding them with a slight haze.

There was no time to think, to process, or even react as Vahn was picked up off the ground and lifted skyward. He screamed out as he felt the hot gnashing of fangs bite into his shoulder, cold dread spreading through him like poison. As soon as he'd been bitten, Vahn was dropped once more, hitting the ground with enough impact to knock the wind out of his lungs. He knew he should roll or crawl, scramble, try to survive. His mind was willing, but his body wasn't able. He knew he had brought this on himself... He'd been a fool.

Vahn managed to lift his head enough to look at his shoulder, seeing the torn and punctured flesh. It was stained with bright crimson. Even if he escaped, even if he scaled the cliffs without bleeding out, there was no doubt he would get an infection that even the most advanced pharmaceuticals couldn't tackle. Vahn's pessimism came to an abrupt end, however, as confusion took its place. As he watched, the wounds were starting to close. The amount of new blood diminished until all that was left was what stuck to his skin and soaked the torn edges of his rusty reddish-orange tunic.

Green eyes turned from the former wound to the beast above him. The Strider was huffing, his feline muzzle looking more focused than fierce. Vahn's head swam with adrenaline and injury, but he heard something strange, like wet leather scraping. He lifted his head up a bit more, eyes widening in shock. A strange memory floated back into Vahn's mind, a memory of how his childhood dog got over-excited any time they played chase. It seemed the Strider felt the same way. An enormous, blunt, pitch black equine penis was slipping loose from the creature's sheath, sliding out along his underbelly.

The strength of the turgid member was counterbalanced by its mass and weight, making it wobble as it grew longer and longer. Even in the diminished moonlight, Vahn could make out the plump and furry balls resting behind his rear legs. They had to be at least as big as a human's head. It was impressive to say the least, but that was one of many feelings Vahn wasn't sure he should be feeling. He'd been bitten, but the bite closed itself off. He'd been attacked, but now the creature seemed to be focused on other things. Should he play dead? Would the Strider lose interest? If he tried to creep away, maybe -

Vahn's thoughts were interrupted as the blunt, huge head of the beast's equine cock forced its way in. The human's jaw was stretched to its limit. Vahn summoned the strength he needed to dig his hands into the dirt, but before he pushed himself back, the Strider came. Thick, hot, gooey yellowed cum filled Vahn's mouth in an instant. The excess poured down his throat and shot out of his nostrils. His head burned, his senses filling with the smell and taste of spicy, musky, monster jizz.

Managing to pull himself off the rod, Vahn slid back a few feet on his ass. He coughed and sputtered, snorting out Strider semen from his nose even as the beast let out a few more volleys, splattering his chest, lap and legs with it. Vahn kept coughing, hacking up the excess, panting and murmuring before daring to look up at the animal that had defiled him in such a way. A strange, brief thought crossed his mind as he wondered if his ancestors had been forced to put up with such denigration... but if they had, had it been a tactic?

"I see there is still fight in you..." A deep, rumbling voice escaped the muzzle of the mighty Strider. Vahn stopped moving, looking up in shock. The beast chuckled, "Fight, but not many brains. You're surprised I can speak?" he asked.

"I... I never knew." Vahn said softly, "We don't even speak the language of our ancestors." Vahn said. The Strider grinned, reaching up to run his clawed paw down one of his braided beard tufts, stroking it affectionately.

"And so you believe you are the first to come here in all that time?" the Strider asked.

"The first to come here and survive?" he asked. The Strider grinned a bit at that.

"You're right. The others did not come here and survive." he said gravely, "They flourished! They all made wonderful additions to the pride, as you will be." he said. Vahn's brow furrowed as he tried to understand what the beast meant, what he was inferring.

"They live with you?" Vahn asked. The Strider gave a wry shake of his head.

"Poor boy with no brains in that handsome head of yours... They don't just live with us, they became like us, just as you are now. Look for yourself." The Strider said, gesturing between Vahn's legs. He looked down, only then realizing that he had grown as excited as the Strider had. His cock wasn't just hard, it was painfully hard. His cock was harder and fuller than it had ever been before, rising up like a monument to masculinity. His tunic had slipped off of it, leaving just his khaki pants to hold back the tide. The material had been doused with Strider cum, making it cling even better.

"What is happening? What did you do to me?" Vahn asked, feeling both incredulous and aroused at the same time. His nipples hardened in his tunic and even his balls felt like they were throbbing.

"I can already smell the beast in you, trying to get out." The Strider growled, licking his maw, "Why don't you let it out and see for yourself?" Vahn wanted to resist out of protest or spite, but the truth was that his cock wasn't showing any signs of stopping. It was growing longer and longer without restraint and the pain was going to push past the pleasure before long. The wayward warrior fumbled with the clasp before releasing it, allowing his erection to erupt from within his pants like a mighty volcano.

Both Vahn and the Strider murmured in awe as the mighty pillar of flesh rose skyward. Veins throbbed along its thick length. Despite being stretched, there seemed to be ample flesh coating the rod. Vahn looked at his cock in shock. It had to be at least a foot long, and as he watched it edged out longer and thicker, growing steadily. He groaned suddenly, his balls aching as one plopped free of his pants, then the other. Without him even realizing, each testicle had already swollen to the size of kiwis.

"You can't do this to me..." Vahn murmured, though he wasn't even sure he understood the words escaping his lips.

"You speak as if you have a choice in the matter. You came to the forbidden lands; you came after me... Your life is mine." the Strider said, his glowing white eyes as bright as the moon that backlit his massive, curved, front facing horns. The Strider's huge erection dribbled more pre as he watched the human shift and change, seeing his cock rise up along his stomach to his chest, "Your mind may fight me, but your body calls out to be with us... Give in, feel the gift I have given you. It begs to feel the embrace of your hands while it can..."

The Strider's voice was so deep, the bass resonating in Vahn's chest. It sunk into his brain matter, running from synapse to synapse hypnotically. His cock was begging to be felt. His cock wanted a lot more than that. It throbbed and pulsed, wobbling before him. Blood rushed in, the flesh darkening from pink to purple. The fat head bumped against Vahn's chin. As much as he wanted to fight it, Vahn's hand was drawn to his cock like metal to a strong magnet. It latched on; fingers unable to close all the way around. His other hand sunk lower, sinking down to his bloated, engorged ballsack.

"That's it, feel what it is like to be a part of the pride... Play with it..." The Strider encouraged. Vahn's green eyes clenched shut as he groped and fondled his sack with one hand, his other starting to slide up and down his length. The four-legged centaur-like beast grinned and growled, pinching a fat nipple with his feline claws, hissing in pleasure. His other hand started to stroke his other beard braid, tugging on it as he watched the changing human. Each rub, each grope, each touch seemed to encourage Vahn's balls as the pink flesh stained purple, then the purple darkened to black.

As his balls swelled to the size of oranges, his cock quivered. Vahn's instincts took over and he leaned forward, wrapping his lips over the head of his shaft. His cock bumped up against his teeth a few times before he spread his jaws wide enough, letting it slide in deeper still. He sucked and slurped, the excess cum from the Strider's orgasm marinating his changing flesh. It wasn't long before it was bumping the back of his throat.

Vahn should have been shocked or even disgusted with himself, but all rational thought had shut off. He suckled from his own cock as his equipment got huge, completely unaware of the other changes bubbling up. The most obvious shift came from his wounded shoulder. The flesh had healed apart from a few pale scars, but his arm had started to grow as if by some reaction. What remained of his sleeve strained tightly over one arm that was gaining far more muscle than the other. Biceps plumped; triceps grew. Veins pushed out of the muscles, snaking their way down to his hand.

As fun as it was to watch another member join the pride, the Strider did not want to feel left out. He carefully laid down on his four legs, leaning forward even further with his human torso. His bearded, feline muzzle nuzzled up behind Vahn before a clawed finger reached out and hooked over the hem of the warrior's pants. With a few tugs, he slipped them down enough to reveal the hunter's bare ass.

A muffled gasp seeped around Vahn's cock filled mouth as he felt a thick, rough, sandpapery tongue slurp across one ass cheek, then the other before it slipped between them both. Vahn's back arched sharply as the tongue plunged right through his sphincter and deep into his ass, finding little to no resistance. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the monster's tongue thrust in and out, slathering through his intestines, reaching into the inner depths of his being.

Flash - a spark of pleasure radiating outward as his prostate was struck, then another, then a third. A new vibration started to radiate outward from the Strider, but this time it was a purring sound. It filled his immense, robust chest before translating outward, down the tentacle like tongue and through his large body. Each slurp washed away more and more of Vahn's restraint until he was suckling his huge horse cock eagerly. His left hand drifted upwards, stroking his cock up and down rhythmically, hypnotically, groaning and grunting.

He could still feel it stretching taller and taller, longer and fatter. It strained the roof of his mouth, stretched out his cheeks, and ultimately proved too much. It popped loose, growing taller than his mouth, his eyes, his temples, and ultimately his head. Vahn panted and moaned, whining out as he frantically worked his hands up and down his monster member. There was no way he'd be able to drag it back up the cliffside. He had the cock and balls of a Strider. His sack had to be holding balls the size of cantaloupes, if not larger.

"Magnificent... Truly you will be a prince among the pride, but to do that, you'll have to run with us. Are you ready to be born anew, my son?" The Strider growled, looking at Vahn. Somewhere inside Vahn it felt like there was a deep hole, an empty space... It was a hole where his resistance should have been, where his duty and patriotism, where his ambitions and dreams and goals had been. It was as if it had been licked and slurped out of him, leaving nothing but an insatiable hunger for more. Vahn looked up at the beast that had bitten him, changed him, corrupted him. He looked up at the future that stretched out before him.

"I want it... I need it!" He groaned sharply, still clutching his monster member. The Strider merely gave a growl of satisfaction, using a paw to roll Vahn over. The former human would have expected it to be uncomfortable laying on his large cock, but somehow the large, hot flesh was comfortable like a gently sloped heated massage mattress.

Looking at the human like that, he seemed almost pitiful. Sure, he had the tool of a mighty warrior, but his body was still frail. He needed the guidance of an experienced alpha, a leader of the Pride. The Strider ran his clawed paws over that plump ass - already swollen from the tongue that had roughed it up. He appreciated the meaty globes before he rose up on his haunches and slid forward. Another groan escaped Vahn's hips as he felt the colossal member probing his ass, pushing against his not-so-virgin ring.

Having been lubed up by the Strider's thick saliva while corrupted blood circulated through his body, the ring was more than eager to dilate and expand, stretching as easy as rubber. The Strider pushed forward until they both heard a rather audible pop. Vahn gasped but the Strider merely purred more. At first there wasn't much room to maneuver. A few inches in, a few inches back. The slightest thrust distended and stretched out Vahn's stomach, bloating it against his already immense member - but to the persistent went the spoils.

Each thrust seemed to push more mass into Vahn. His butt cheeks were expanding and filling out, growing with shocking speed. The force of the thrusts caused Vahn to reach out to brace himself from being knocked over; one normal arm and one beefy, muscled one. Each time the Strider thrust in, Vahn's other arm tried to catch up. Muscles bloated as if being inflated, filling with meat rather than air. The skin across his shoulders began to puff outward as new muscle groups formed. His chest fattened, his pectorals firming.

After just a few moments, his tunic was tight. After a few more, it was constricting. Vahn's pleasure dipped into pain, his face tightening in discomfort as the material was squeezing him. His skin bulged out at the seams, pressing through the bite hole in the shoulder. The tunic held on as the best Yalwrean fabrics could, but eventually it was too much. The sound of tearing filled the air as it split out, tearing across his back at the same time as the sleeves burst. The Strider huffed, the blast of air from his feline nostrils enough to blow the scraps off, unveiling the creature beneath him.

Vahn was very clearly losing his humanity. His arms were as thick as tree trunks, pressing down beyond his horse cock to dig into the dirt. His fingernails were raw and thick, stretching out into claws. His calloused hands got rougher in some spots as skin bloated out into paw pads. His torso was jacked, the muscles growing to rival the kingdom's most impressive bodybuilders. Vahn felt awkward and clunky with a tiny head on a huge torso, his massive cock dwarfing his legs, but it seemed that his awkward period would be short lived with enough work.

The Strider thrust in time after time, managing to get more than a foot of his enormous manhood into Vahn's ass. He'd coaxed the human's body to grow and stretch, accommodating more and more of his meat. His ass cheeks were huge, and his legs were growing more shapely to support them, but it wasn't enough. It was time... time to break through one more barrier. The speed, intensity and angle of attack suddenly changed, the Strider pulling back enough to seek out Vahn's prostate once more.

More flashes of lust erupted inside of Vahn's mind, his arms getting weak as he toppled forward across the length of his cock. After a few more perfect strikes, his huge balls churned, his shaft pulsed and the massive, flared horse head at the end of his cock let loose a volley of semen. At first it was silky and pearl white like a human, but the more it came, the thicker and more animalistic it became. It also splattered outward, forming a lake beneath him and flicking up onto his face.

Once more the carnal hunger inside Vahn won out as he leaned down, using his hands to try and scoop it up, greedily trying to drink as much as he could. Everywhere that the cum hit his skin, it tingled as tiny sandy brown hair began to push outward. Vahn dipped his clawed hands into the sperm, gasping as they burned and ached on contact. Hair bristled out of the sperm covered skin, wrapping around his fingers and filling in the space between his paw pads. He brought the tainted seed up to his lips and slurped. His tongue burned as it dropped down into the cum, the taste buds reorienting as microscopic barbs began to form and harden on his appendage.

The cum worked quickly. Vahn's mouth ached and burned, his jaw growing sore. His tongue slurped at the cum before his paws scooped up more, trying in vain to fill that hole inside of himself. His teeth softened temporarily, making it easier for minerals to be absorbed and applied, letting them grow sharper and bigger. All the while, the cum dribbling over his lips left traces of brown fuzz sprouting from his chin, growing in strong and fast from the unexpected fertilizer.

While the Strider enjoyed seeing the changes manifesting in the intruder's upper body, his focus was on the lower portion. The reinforcement of his own tainted seed mixing from the elder's cum and the saliva of the bite wound had worked wonders. While Vahn was focused on his cock, he had neglected to pay any mind to just how fat his ass had gotten, nor the growing mass building up below his waistline. The changes filling his face numbed the ones radiating outward from his pelvis.

Growing flesh was one thing, but growing bone was another. Vahn was starting to grow a lot of bones. His huge, muscled, v-shaped upper body led down to what had once been his waist, but the skin - and everything beneath it - were stretching out inch by inch. The moonlight glistened on what appeared to be a second length of spine, the skin widening and flaring out wider than his waist, accommodating just how big his ass and groin had become. Even without a coating of cum to encourage it, the newly formed flesh shimmered as thousands of tiny hairs broke through the skin, dusting it in a light coating of brown fur.

On some level, Vahn knew things were changing. The animal part of his brain only focused on the fact that his huge cock was pulling back away from him, suddenly in reach again. He swung down, grabbing onto it with both paws, pulling himself tight until his lips spread across the flat tip and his sandpaper tongue began to touch, tease, and then penetrate his swollen urethra. He began to lap and mine his own cock for cum, and sure enough he managed to get more in just a few moments.

Vahn guzzled down his own tainted seed, accelerating his corruption. As he gulped, his lips swelled, and his jaw burned. His jaw widened until the tip of the horse cock popped into a brand-new feline muzzle. His upper lip split a bit as his nose broadened and flattened, taking on a pink hue. His upper cheeks bristled as tiny white wire-like whiskers poked through the skin and began to grow outward.

A new scent carried on the wind. It was a scent of a new colt for the pride, a male ready for life on the plains. It was the kind of scent that usually drove the Striders mad with passion, but this particular male was experienced and level-headed. He needed to bring the wanderer into the fold first. The Strider eased forward, sliding his immense cock into Vahn's inflated ass. He slid it in inch by inch, feeling the passage deepen and develop, stretching out around him and ahead of him.

There was a pause, a withdrawal, and then another thrust. It was tender and gentle at first, but each thrust was a bit deeper and a bit harder. For every action, Vahn's body reacted. He wasn't just taking the larger male's cock deep into his body, his body was inching out around the invading cock. The Strider nearly drooled, his sharp fangs glistening as he watched it happen - Vahn's extended torso was growing backwards around the Strider's cock. It was like he was pumping the former human's body up, inflating it with meat rather than air. Each thrust in made Vahn bigger, and when he pulled back, he seemed to stretch the equine hind quarters that were growing.

Vahn was lost in a maelstrom of sensations and experiences, but it did seem that as his ass became a better and better home for the Strider's cock, the more he was enjoying it. He thrashed and groaned, suckling his huge cock. Vahn's legs twitched, something that was particularly dangerous now that they were so much further from where they had started. The muscles were tight, but the bones were oddly soft. His knees felt like jelly and his feet... could he feel his feet? They felt like hot balls of slime...

As his feet dragged through the dirt, the skin seemed to toughen and darken, growing misshapen. His toes grew stiff, aching as they pulled together. His toenails darkened from ivory to brown, the keratin getting thicker and looser, spilling over the edges of his toes. It seemed to anchor the digits together, holding them in place as it filled in the gaps. Instead of dragging toes back and forth, he was kicking with unified, hard, dangerous hooves. His legs hardly seemed human anymore, his hips and thighs gaining muscles that humans simply didn't sport.

To any outside observer, Vahn would have looked like some strange stretched out beast. He had a double length spine, human down to his waist, then equine down to his fuzzy hindquarters. That growing length was perfect for the Strider as he thrust in and out, deeper and deeper. Vahn's mass continued to expand, fed by magic, filling out wider and wider. It started with his ample ass, working forward. New ribs stretched down to support Vahn's lower body.

The Strider thrust again, hooves digging into the dirt, a clawed paw holding Vahn's dusty brown furry flank. For the first time, the beast managed to slide in all the way, hilting himself inside of Vahn. As the flared, flat horse head of his cock hit the innermost depths, it triggered a surge of change that bubbled outward like boiling water. The flesh below Vahn's now smooth waist began to bulge and warp, lumps forming beneath the flesh before extruding outward. The barrel of Vahn's equine body formed a new set of hips anchored to the bulges as they grew out.

"Fuck!" Vahn howled, his hair soaked with sweat as he rose upright, unable to reach his cock any longer. His body tingled so much it almost burned. The heat spread out in every direction, pouring back to his croup until a knob of flesh bulged out, reshaping and forming until dark black bristles began to erupt from the surface, growing out as the knot grew out into a tail. It flicked and twitched, slapping against the Strider's hips. The Strider leaned down along Vahn's backside, tracing his sharp feline fangs across the warrior's bare shoulder. Vahn shivered at that.

"You're almost there, my colt... Feel the heat rising, feel it, embrace it! The prairies run through your veins now!" The Strider encouraged. Unable to nurse on his monster cock, Vahn was already well beyond the point of no return. His brain boiled as his breath panted across split lips, his feline nose pulsing. His eyes squeezed shut as his head tilted back, a yowl escaping his lips as his fangs pushed out sharper and fuller. The skin across his forehead began to bulge and swell. Pressure built up quickly, the skin getting irritated and inflamed.

The Strider nuzzled his whisker's against Vahn's neck before he opened his maw and gave him a gentle bite, his fangs not quite breaking the skin but coming close. The skin on his temples had been stretched so tight that it finally snapped, two black nubs erupting and curving out and up. Vahn wobbled, his head spinning as he felt new bone oozing out from his skull. The horns grew out and up, higher and thicker. They grew as fast as his erection had, but they were more than rock hard. They were the horns of a Strider, the pride of the pride.

"Yes... YES!" The elder Strider roared, throwing his head back. Spittle shot out from his fanged mouth, raining down across his burgundy beard as he suddenly came. His enormous member throbbed and pulsed as a true, huge, thick load of semen shot out from his rod. This time, Vahn was built to take all of it. As he absorbed his mate's cum, the dusty brown fur began to build up along his spine. It spiraled around his ribs, slipped up across his smooth stomach, and blossomed across his shoulders until it meshed with the fur that covered his mighty paws and arms. The last dusting swept over his neck and face like a rising sun casting its light out across the prairie.

While the fur grew out across his face evenly for the most part, it was a bit brighter and a bit thicker along his jawbone. It wasn't much yet, but no doubt in a few years it would be a mighty Strider beard. Vahn shuddered and shivered before he yowled one more time, letting out one more intense orgasm. More of the thick, sticky spunk splattered out into the lake he'd created earlier. It was almost too much, like rich icing on the cake.

Vahn remained, panting and heaving with breath, eyes glazed with lust. He was no longer human. He was no longer the wayward warrior taking on a hopeless quest. There were no more thoughts of political intrigue, of family honor, of dodging coups and reclaiming lost glories under the crosshairs of assassins. Vahn had been changed, mind and body. He had a feline face, the lower body of a horse, and the horns of a mighty bull. A massive, clawed paw reached up to pet Vahn's fuzzy, furry cheek. The Strider said nothing. They needed no words. They were of the pride and the prairies, they were Striders.