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Of all the cities in the world that Jacob had planned to visit, New Orleans had always drifted towards the bottom of his list. It wasn't that he abhorred the idea of visiting it, it was only that it seemed a place that college kids went for loud raucous parties with their fraternities and excluded the rest of the world. And he might only be twenty-one, but he had no illusions about the state of himself. He didn't look like a body builder. He never would. He had never been thin, not even when he was younger. He enjoyed eating a finely made meal too much and it was evident in the way that his body had started to plump up and grow heavier now that he lived on his own. New Orleans was meant for people who danced in the city topless and chugged beer, not for him. Not when he was in no way like the lovely people.

He'd almost wanted to crawl into a hole when the office raffle had drawn his name. His boss had smirked as if he'd had it planned when the tickets had been shoved at him. Mr. Leory, Jamie to his friends, was everything that Jacob Night wished he could be. Confident, tall, able to seduce any woman he wanted, athletic, perfect. And he possessed a sly wit and the ability to turn a phrase to make even the most mild statement into an insult. His boss had always made comments about his weight, about his looks, about the fact he'd never had sex, any number of things. In short, his boss made his job miserable and the tickets to a weeklong vacation during Mardi Gras had just been meant as another joke on him. He was in the middle of a city that flowed with lust and wild passions, and none of them touched him. None of them were meant for him.

Jacob made his way down Rue Chartres and was still being shoved about by the crowds that flowed around him. Teenagers laughter and called to each other, voices chirped questions to one another, music blasted out of bars down the street. It was distracting, but not distracting enough to draw his attention away from the fact that he felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb. No matter where he looked he saw people that were trim and fit, young and obviously in the midst of groups of friends or at the very least with boyfriends or girlfriends. It made him feel less than at ease as he made his way down the streets and tried to find a place where he didn't stick out. A feat that became harder and harder as attractive groups of girls giggled and pushed past him and laughter rolled around him.

Don't even have a friend around here.. He thought to himself and finally managed to find one small street that wasn't overflowing with people and crowds.

This was by far turning out to be the worst vacation he'd ever had. He preferred to go places that were open and enjoyable. He loved going to parks and even to the mountains, but here he was constantly reminded that he was overweight, alone and definitely not interesting to the girls that giggled and ran about flirting with everyone but him. He hated parties, he hated loudness and he couldn't stop thinking about throwing in the towel and going back to his hotel. The only reason he didn't was because he was forced in a room that shared a balcony over Bourbon Street. It wasn't peaceful at any hour of the day, no matter how tightly he closed the doors that led to the group that were always screaming and throwing beads.

In a fit of annoyance he twisted his way towards Jackson square. It wasn't the quietest place, but at least he was out of the way of the worst of the partying crowds. The St. Louis Cathedral was a spot for tourists who were interested in history instead of getting drunk and flashing the crowds. Jacob got through the square and the carriages that lined up along the front of it. He threaded his way through the tarot readers and those gathered in front of the cathedral. The costumed Mardi Gras goers wove in and out in a steady stream along the cobblestoned streets and, horribly, into the church itself. They were loud and gaudily dressed, they were raucous and laughing. They were exactly the sort of people he wanted to avoid.

With a suppressed groan Jacob turned and moved past the Cathedral and along a small walkway between the buildings. It was useless. The entire city was packed to the gills with tourists that only wanted to see how much liquor they could pour down their throats and who they could tumble into bed. It wouldn't have been half bad if he had a chance, but the more he saw the college students, the more he felt out of shape and as if he didn't belong. He wanted a safe retreat, any safe retreat. He followed the easiest routes between people and the gapes in the crowd as he walked along the alley. His mind wasn't focused on where he was going or why he was going there, only that he was tired of being an outcast. He was tired of being overlooked. He was tired of being overweight and unable to find partners as easily as other people did.

"Being tired is always such a tiresome thing, especially for those of us who hear the constant stirring of your thoughts." The baritone voice brought him up short and he nearly fell into the arms of an eight foot tall... creature. "I hear you whine whine whine that you are not what you wish to be, I hear you mourn that you are not muscular and thin, that you are not attractive, that you are embarrassed."

"What...?" Jacob stammered, but was cut off by a thick nailed hand gripping him around the throat and his body was hauled off the ground.

The creature looked like a stallion, but a stallion on two legs and with a mobile face and lips that made words spill from the long muzzle. The dark bay face was parted by a blaze of pure white and a pair of strange dark brown eyes watched him. He twisted and moved his hands up to clutch at the feathered wrists, the long strands caught against his fingers as he kicked his legs out helplessly. The horse arched his neck and tilted his head to one side before letting out a hot blasting breath against his cheek. The puffing snort tickled over his cheek while he tried to get his feet to touch the grounds. His bulging eyes flicked about to try and find someone to help him, but to his horror all he saw was an empty shop room. The rumbling sound of the crowd came from somewhere from beyond the wall.

"So, I'll give you your wish, boy." The stallion's fingers relaxed from his throat and Jacob scrabbled as his feet hit the ground. "And you'll give me a day of pleasure."

"What are you?" Jacob croaked the words out and stared up at the large horse like creature. Every inch of the beast was bay save for one stockinged hand and the left foot.

The stallion didn't seem to pay attention to him in the least little bit. The muscular form only shifted enough to block the entrance from him. The human tried to see around the tall frame, but all he got the sense of was a small shop, barely larger then a studio apartment and completely empty save for row upon row of shelves and a counter to one side. The door was covered with some thin looking brown paper and the sounds of the people beyond it seemed almost entirely out of reach. He tried to find a way past the large creature, but the bulk of the beast made it almost impossible to find a way to dart around him without getting caught.

He turned his eyes back on the creature that was holding a rough looking patchwork bag and flicking one thick nailed finger through it. If it weren't for the natural ripple of muscles beneath the skin and fur he would have almost been convinced it was some elaborate costume. The stallion didn't wear anything except for a loose set of blue jersey shorts that hit him just above the knee and were low enough he saw the edge of a jock strap along the upper thighs. Every ounce of the creature was powerful, from the thick neck all the way down to the massive unshod hooves. Jacob wanted to run, he wanted to bolt out of the room and keep going until he was as far away from this place as he could possibly get. He couldn't even force himself to take a step forward. He felt a moments flush of shame. He was behaving like a coward.

"There we are. Catch!" The stallion's words whistled a bit with a hint of a whinny and the large white hand snapped out.

Jacob tried to grab it, but his fingers slipped around something smooth and almost slippery feeling before it smacked into his chest. "Don't throw things at me!" He snarled angrily.

His only response came as the sound of whickered laughter as whatever had been thrown at him stuck against his shirt. He reached up to pull it off, but his fingers sank into the golf ball sized black mass rather then curling around it. He let out a sound of disgust and tried to peel the ball backwards, but long strands clung to his shirt while the material seemed to melt against the palm of his hand. The gooey material curled around his palm, while more strands started to spread over his chest and curl outwards. He let out a short yelping sound as the ball grew and heated up under his touch. It was like holding taffy that was melting in the sun. The dark stuff just rolled down his hand while the tendrils that twisted over his upper body tensed up to the point he heard his shirt being torn open.

"STOP THIS!" Jacob nearly screamed the words as he felt his bare chest and belly coming into view. He automatically dropped his hands in front of himself in an attempt to protect himself.

"Stop what? You complain and bemoan in my city, you whimper in your mind that you don't have a mate or a proper body. Well, now you shall have nothing to complain about, boy!" The horse-man whickered high pitched laughter as Jacob's shirt fell down onto the ground.

The black material clung to his skin and twisted inwards. Where it touched his skin felt hot and the latex curled over it until it almost felt as if it were melting inside of him. It ran along the hand that had touched it and from there his hips where he'd tried to cover himself. The tendrils twisted higher and higher upon his body as he let out short sharp gasps. He wanted to yank it off, he wanted to tear it away from himself, but when he tried to get his nails against it the material only flowed over his hands. It ripped and twisted his pants off of him, tugging and pulling until he could feel a strand spilling down just along his ass crack. He tried to grab his pants to hold them on, but his fingers refused to work. They were thickening and broadening until he felt and saw the nail curling out in a shiny black curve to form claws at the tips.

His forearms bulged and grew broad enough that he could almost see the way that the rippling black ooze formed muscles beneath it. That was all he could catch sight of, that brief moment of shifting muscle while tips of the substance rose up in peaks like fur and then all went black. The material rolled over his face and his pants hit the ground. His body shuddered and fell forward. He hit his knees and his teeth rattled, but he still couldn't see. The heat wrapped around him and closed off everything, every breath he tried to take, every move he tried to make it was being snatched by the tightness that closed around him. He knew that he was changing, he could feel the material sinking into him and twisting his body to suit it's form. The heat built itself up until he felt as if he were on fire. Jacob spread his jaws and felt an impossibly long tongue spill out from between sharp curved teeth.

"Oh yes, now that's a bit more like it." A thick fingered hand slipped under his chin and forced his head up.

Jacob peeled his eyes back and nearly screamed when he saw a long black muzzle sprouting from his face. It gleamed like the strange ball that had hit his chest. "What the hell did you do to me?!" The words came out strangely snarling from his muzzle.

"I have you what you wanted, boy." The stallion's other hand gripped the scruff of his neck and heaved him up onto shaking paws. PAWS! He jerked his head free to look down himself.

He was covered in what looked like latex fur. It fluffed up along his chest before smoothing down along his toned muscular belly. The soft padding of fat was gone and leaving behind a smooth muscled expanse that ran all the way down to a plump black sheath where his own flaccid shaft had been. His legs were bent oddly and the muscles rippled beneath it as he tried to pick up a paw to see what had become of his foot. Nothing of his old body remained behind, it had all been changed into something animalistic and vaguely canine looking. Jacob wasn't given long to look down at himself, the stallion gave him a shove that sent him stumbling towards the counter.

"What are you? Who are you?!" He snarled as his strangely paw like hands caught against the edge of the counter.

"I'm a horse." The stallion snorted in amusement as the heavy hooves clopped towards him. "As to who, you can call me Master, wolf."

"I will-" Jacob started to object, but a large hand gripped his scruff and pushed him forward.

"It's easy, my fine wolf. If you want to be human again, you'll behave like a good little pet. If you want to walk out of here and go home, you'll remember my name." The stallion murmured into one of his ears.

Jacob wasn't listening, he was staring down at the mirrored shelf beneath the glass counter top. He stared into his own liquid silver eyes over the long muzzle and the fur that framed his face. The rubbery texture of his fur framed his neck and shoulders in a ruff, while his head was crowned with a pair of large tapered ears. He looked like a wolf. He opened his jaws and watched a dark black tongue flickered out from between ivory fangs that curled inwards. The tip of it curled a little bit before he snapped it back into his muzzle. He was a wolf! The hand on the back of his neck squeezed and he felt the stallion pressed up tight against him.

"What is my name, wolf?" The hot breath tickled his ears as he watched the white marked head leaning over his shoulder. He was a wolf, oh god he was some sort of monster! He couldn't be this!

"Master.." He nearly whispered the word and his reward was the feel of the jersey shorts grinding up against his bare ass cheeks.

"Good boy." One of the broad hands ran along the fur on his chest before the feel of the weight on his back lessened. "Turn around, time for you to pay for disturbing my peace."

Jacob couldn't fight the hand that pressed against his chest, his body turned away from the sight of his changed features until he was trapped within the circle of the stallion's arms. The dark brown eyes were locked on him and the hands moved down to grip either side of the glass counter. The creature was so close that the jersey shorts caught against his sheath and rubbed over his rubbery balls. It let him feel a heavy weight that was pressing against him that had nothing to do with the muscled creature and everything to do with whatever was trapped beneath the clothing. The stallion moved to catch his hand and forced it downwards until the latex wolf felt his fingers catching against the material of the shorts.

"Take them off now, boy. I'll show you what your Master has for you." The stallion's voice was a deep rumble. "And remember, your only chance of leaving here human rests with me. Other wise, I'll let you walk out that door now."

The former human swallowed, the stallion was right and he couldn't come up with an excuse not to do what was being asked of him. He flattened his ears back, the sensation so horribly strange, but it was instinctive as he pushed the shorts downwards. The elastic band pulled down easily so that the lower portion of the dark brown belly was visible. The slightly tighter blue jock strap hid the portion that came into view just as the fur lightened and then darkened into dark grey-black flesh. He swallowed and forced himself to push the shorts as far down as he could reach along the muscular legs until they pooled against the heavy hooves.

The jock strap bulged and strained against what looked like the thickest cock he could ever imagine. He'd never seen anyone's but his own and the occasional porno's, but the phrase 'hung like a horse' floated to his mind as it seemed to lengthen as he watched. The material was drawn taut over the groin and the orbs beneath it. The wolf forced his hands down to grip the slender edge of the jock strap and pulled it experimentally downwards. The pleased rumble rewarded him until he tugged harder and found himself struggling to pull it down and over the swollen shaft that was obviously starting to grow harder by the moment. The wolf squeezed his eyes shut and gave a pull that caused the stallion to whicker and something thick and fleshy slap out against his upper leg.

Jacob didn't get a chance to gawp or stare at what he'd revealed. The large creature moved his hands down to grip his rubbery dark hips before giving him a tug upwards. His bare ass rubbed against the glass top of the counter and his paws left the ground. He yelped out and looked down just long enough to see something heavy and mottled rub against his inner thigh before he was forced back and over the glass top. The stallion loomed over him with a grin on the mobile lips while his legs were forced to spread around the muscular hips. He wanted to scramble away, but he felt frozen as he felt the hardening cock brushing up against his ass and something syrupy and wet dribbled down along his exposed ass cheek.

"I'm straight!" He yelped out sharply and the whickering laugh mocked his declaration. The hardened cock rubbed from side to side over his ass cheeks.

"Not anymore you're not."

He wanted to give a reason he was, he wanted to say something to stop the horse from the casual molestation, but he couldn't. He'd never been with a woman or a man, but now the choice had been taken from him. His upper body lay over the class top while his exposed ass was caressed by the tip of the sizable cock. The fingers that gripped his hips kneaded almost gently before slipping backwards to cup his ass in the palm of the broad hands. His breath caught in his throat when he felt the cheeks being spread open to expose his vulnerable virgin pucker. It wasn't just fear, but a tinge of dark excitement at the casual handling of his body. The stallion took away all his choices, his protests, his worries and enforced his own.

Jacob started to mull over those thoughts when the blunt glans pushed right up against his exposed pucker. He yelped out a bit and kicked one of his paws out, but the hands on his ass cheeks only gripped harder as the stallion grinned down at him. The large muzzle hovered just above his own until he could smell the unique musk of horse on the air.

"Brace yourself, boy." The rumbled command came just before the powerful hips pushed forward and his entire body bucked against the glass.

The thick tip wedged and forced against his pucker. He could feel thick goopy drops of wetness drooling against him as his anal ring was peeled open. He tried to clench himself shut, but the powerful equine just pushed harder to spread him open further. He wasn't prepared for it, he wasn't ready for it, his body jerked in reaction to it, but some part of him shuddered with a flush of heat. The stallion's cock tip popped in with a lewdly wet noise and his walls clamped down hard and tight about it. He could feel the heat and thickness that held him spread open before the next shove started to bury inch after inch inside of his body. His entire form arched on the glass and his paws moved to scrabble and hold against the edge of the counter.

He wanted to scream out in horror, to protest the casual handling, to be terrified that he was being raped by a horse creature, but none of it came. From the first shove his body felt as if it were pulsing in time with his heart beat and he squirmed his hips upwards. The muscles rippled around the cock as the stallion drove himself in until a ring shoved right up against his pucker and then slowly pulled back. It sparked pleasure through Jacob and he whimpered as thick dollops of precum oozed out to coat his passage as the thick tip pulled backwards. It nearly popped free, the thickness of the tip pulled his pucker outwards before the stallion drove forward again. This time the medial ring shoved into his quivering heated passage and he yelped out a sound of pleasure.

He didn't even realize that his body was reacting as strongly as it was until he felt a new source of pleasure along his own belly. He gasped out and tilted his head down to see the hardened chest of the stallion hovering over him and the arched belly. He could get a glimpse of hard mottled flesh that was driving itself into him, but that wasn't what caught his eyes. His own cock was slipping out of the glistening sheath, inch by inch of rubbery shaft stood up against his belly in quivering arousal as he felt the medial ring plunging itself deeper than before. His entire body bucked up and he wrapped his legs around the stallion as the first dribble of clear precum decorated his belly.

The wolf didn't know why he was reacting this way, he couldn't help but feel that pleasure tremble through him in the same way it did when he thought about women. Or when he fantasized late at night, but as his virginal passage was violated it was a hundred times more intense. His walls clenched and squeezed until he could feel the outline of the horses cock plunging even further into him. So far that he thought he should have been able to taste it. The fingers that had gripped his ass moved up to slip underneath him. The powerful hands caressed his back until they gripped his shoulders and pulled him backwards in one short hard movement. His back scraped over the clear glass counter top with a rubbery squeaking noise, but his cry drowned most of it out.

The cock drove into him until he could feel the balls shoved right up against his ass cheeks and the edge of loins pushing right up against his strained pucker. He could almost feel the dribbling precum being forced out as he was hilted inside of and then the stallion drew back. Jacob bucked his hips up and felt his cock rubbing along his own stomach as the medial ring pulled through him and nearly made him squeal. Jets of precum splattered against his belly as he shamelessly moved one of his hand paws up to wrap around his tapered tip. The touch of his own fingers nearly set him over the edge as the shaft was far more sensitive then his own had been.

"Good boy." The stallion snorted down at him before the hips clapped up hard against him again and the creature hilted into him. "Knew it the moment I saw ya."

Jacob panted out a whimper, but couldn't form words as the hefty girth pulled through him in steady powerful strokes. He locked his legs behind the bay hips so he could feel the muscles rippling at the apex of each thrust. The thick slippery precum was pushed outwards until there were lewd wet noises to accompany each and every withdraw, but he didn't care. He was lost in his own moment of ecstasy as he could feel his heart pounding through his body and his walls clenching down tightly around the shaft. He tried to pull it in deeper at the in stroke of each thrust only to feel it being tugged outwards against his protesting muscles.

The stallion started to work in harder shallower strokes as his body was rocked against the counter. Some part of him was afraid that the glass would splinter beneath their weight, but the rest of him only cared about the fact he was rushing towards a moment of pleasure. He squeezed his eyes shut and his caressing hand moved down his own cock to wrap around the base. His fingers could barely get around his own girth as a bulb started to swell under his touch. The pressure of his touch around it made his balls tighten up as the stallion's teeth suddenly clamped down against his shoulder. He squeezed around the knot and saw sparks as it flared open wide. It forced his fingers apart as the world spun around him.

"MASTER!" He yowled out the word thoughtlessly, he only knew that he had to say something, scream something, do something.

His cock pulsed in his hand and a hot jet of cum shot up to splatter nearly against his chin. It splashed against his chest as each and every thrust of the hips milked out another ribbon of cum from his pulsing rubbery cock. He arched his back up into the strokes, he gave himself over to them with short hard pants. His cries became muffled as the stallion drove himself in with an almost violent thrust that clapped the powerful orbs right along his upturned ass. Jacob could feel his own quivering and milking walls stretching open wider as the tip started to spread open wider and wider. It was too wide, it was almost to the point that he should have been afraid he'd be torn open. He wasn't afraid. He couldn't be afraid. Not with his body rolling through the edge of orgasm and the heady sensation of pleasure floating over him.

The teeth left his shoulders as the master lifted his head up and suddenly let out a high pitched squeal of pleasure. The balls that were forced up against the wolf's ass flexed before a hot thick rush of cum erupted inside of his deflowered ass. His walls locked down as rope after thick rope was flung inside of him in dollops that flowed deeper and deeper. He couldn't pull away as the pressure built, but held on with gasping breaths as the stallion flooded him with thick equine seed. The flared tip plugged it inside of him as he got his first taste of being claimed. All he could think of, all he could manage to bring to mind, was the glorious haze that made his muscles relax through it. His quivering walls suckled hotly around the cock and pulled more within him.

"Not.. bad...boy.." The hot heavy pants puffed against his shoulder as the large bay stallion lifted his head. "Not bad at all. And what do you have to say to your Master?"

"Th-thank you?" He stammered, his own chest heaving and watched the eyes narrow. "Thank you, Master. Thank you."

"Hurrrr.." The stallion's fingers moved to caress along his hips as the cock started to soften inside of him. Some of the thick cum drooled out from his violated passage. "Knew you'd be worth it, Night. Just knew it. Damn if I wasn't right. Money well spent."

The stallion pulled back slowly as inch by slimy inch of mottled cock spilled free from his passage before the still flared tip popped out. There was a pearly splash of hot horse cum that splashed down between Jacob's legs, but he wasn't thinking about that. He stared up at the stallion as the creature smoothed his hair back with thick fingers and caught the sight of something silver on the black stockinged wrist. A plain silver watch with the face in the shape of a horseshoe. The same watch his boss claimed brought him luck. The same watch that he had admired. He gaped as his boss gave his hip a rough slap with the flat of his hand that made the wolf jerk up.

"Good work, Night." The stallion purred in approval and all Jacob could do was submissively lower his head. So this was why he had won the contest...