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I still remember the first taste, the moment I discovered my taste for exotic pleasures and the ravenous hunger for flesh. It was… An experience many coined as baleful, shameful, or any adjectives so to describe me as a vile pervert unable to control his lust and whose appetites were unrestrained. So… Yes. I remember the first night I gave in and, ever since, the long progress that led to that path.

Those days, I answered to the name of Prince Krhil. My house name had importance, an overgrown conglomerate of disparate branches made to strengthen the main family through exports, extortions, expansions. I was the House Krhil's scion, albeit my father had kept the throne for so long that I was beyond my thirty springs. Nonetheless, I was that spry and smiling Elk who always beamed at the servants and guards alike. My clothes might have been of a different fabric than theirs, but I knew them by name and tried my best to be beloved by those who would become my subjects. I yearned for their appreciation as much as their smiles. I loved to listen to the Baker's little stories about nobles passing through our court or the Guards' woes with ladies.

Myself, I was betrothed to a fair maiden answering to the name of Alize. A young fox whose ears always twisted away from me whenever we talked, even when I ushered the softest and sweetest of whispers.

I… Wasn't happy. Or rather, I had that assumption everything would be better once I got my father's throne and took up the mantle. Even if I didn't have it, people gave me the title Lord. A strange period… But came the moment of my first taste.

It was winter. My antlers had dropped since it was beyond the rutting season, yet I could feel the blood rushing to my temple and the scratching within as I would soon grow them again.

Nonetheless, it was cold, and after a night of leisure talking with a few noblemen in the east wing, I thought it smart to huddle outside despite the tempest. An error that forced me to barrel inside our stables and hide in there, within a stall. The place was lukewarm but better for my shivering self as my hooves stomped on the ground. Finally, after many groans, I ended by my steed, Jocular, a stallion whose size sported me. A stud with a coat as black as night and a temperament difficult to manage for anyone but me. Unless he got around a mare, then reining him was a fight. Folly it was.

That night, however, he was calm as I huddled against his belly, using my mantel as a makeshift cot. He didn't neigh or utter a thing, allowing me to close my eyes and get some respite from the alcohol hammering against my mind.

Only then… Did I feel something press against my side, despite my mantel.

You can guess it. But I will describe it with my words back then, with the vision I had of it.

Pressed against Jocular's belly, I turned to face his aroused cock. A long, veiny, pinkish shaft sprouting from his dark-coated groin. A defined and tantalizing shaft, as big as an arm. It flailed from the blood pumping within and my steed's slow movement. Before my eyes were that flared tip, a flat end with a slip bump in the middle and a marked and swollen edge to it. Following it was the upper part, thinner than the lower, covered with throbbing veins.

Its median ring was well defined, so much so touching it was tempting. Then downward was the base, forming from the sheath's skinfolds. And finally, my steed testicles: as big as grapefruit.

I glanced at those parts with awe and disgust as the strong scent of needs and excitation wrought my nose. Then, back at my stallion that didn't neigh but blew air through his nostrils with anticipation. Maybe he had smelled the scent of a mare? I didn't know, but I remember the fear of being caught.

A silly one: I was a Lord, an adult. More than that, nobody would be there in the stables. But I didn't think about it. Fear struck my heart, and my mind answered.

What would an idiot like me do? Trying to soothe Jocular? Or maybe go to another stall? No… I went for my Steed's cock. I grabbed it with my bare hands, my fur brushing the warm and sticky skin. Beneath my fingertips was my Stallion pumped blood, a pace I felt as much as my own heartbeat, following.

Jocular neighed a bit, then some more, as I grabbed that shaft above the base, right below the corona and above the median ring itself.

Then, with a groan, I pumped it. I started to pump his cock with the red face as if I was masturbating myself. Happily enough, Jocular remained still and didn't try to stand up or kick me. He didn't fight and his eyes focused on me while I started to masturbate him wholly. I squeezed his cock, firmly around the top, and then I began to descend along the length. I dragged along the skin while listening to my Steed's breath. When it was too loud, I lowered the pressure. When too low, I reinforced my grip.

My right hand worked like so… But then followed my left one, echoing the movement but downward. One hand on top, the other down… I masturbated both parts; in a way, I pulled the skin down, then pulled up… And it seemed to work.

It seemed to work as my Steed started to huff louder, and I felt precum drip from that overswollen and wide urethra. It was thick, sticky, and musky, with a scent reminiscent of salt to me. I blinked at the whiteish blob from within the urethra and dropped it in my palm. I focused my sight on it as if it would sprout legs and flee… Instead, it slipped against my fingers and smeared my already damp fur. The skin below, pinkish, was almost visible under my gray coat. I blinked some more; then, I returned to my movements.

Faster… Harder. My movements were no longer borne from fear, alas not fear alone. There was something else, I think, like a sickening curiosity. A primal need to know and… yes. An appetite.

I swallowed my saliva as my Steed's heartbeat hastened. The throb within his Cock was stronger, too. The flow of pre-seminal fluids followed faster and stronger than before. My eyes wandered on the cockhead, observing the detailed orb slowly slipping out of the urethra. I extended my muzzle, and… Yes. I licked it.

I licked that precum clean and swallowed the tacky and salty liquid. The taste was pungent, intense, salty, and with more indirect touches, like… Salty but sweet and acidic at the same time?

My mind cannot fathom all the flavors I sampled during that moment, and even now, I have the intimate conviction fluids' tastes depend on the individual who offered them and those who tasted them. Nonetheless, I slurped and licked that precum before gulping the droplet down… And continued my work then, without even departing my muzzle from the urethra and my tongue from the cockhead. Fluids started to smear on my bushy beard and nose. I don't need to describe how ugly I looked, with my disheveled fur smeared with horse fluids, reeking of a beast's musk, and my clothes half-undone.

But I was like so, lost in pure abandon. I reached that ecstatic moment when my body doesn't matter, and I only answer to my lust and desires. Like a deviant, I gargled down my Horse's fluids while stroking him with both hands, on my knees and elbow in such a precarious balance even a breeze would have made me stumble. I moved faster. Faster. I no longer cared for Jocular's neighs or the people who might have been outside. I stroked my Horse's cock until I heard the last neigh and… Felt a white-hot rush fill my cheeks! It was tasteful and sticky, so thick it could be compared to batter. Horse batter. I swallowed down the hot and salty churn, and enjoyed the slightly hearty metallic flavor that, somehow, didn't displease me.

I gargled it down, my throat swelling with each mouthful I gulped down while my Horse's breath calmed down. He was soothed, and so was soothed his erection that dwindled before my eyes once I had gotten my feast in semen. I observed the way the skin wrinkled while blood was flushed from the cock… And then the form the sheath took when Jocular's erection went away… Entirely. I couldn't pry my eyes away from it for what felt like an hour before I stepped away and returned to my quarters.

It would be the moment you guess a stableboy caught me, and people started to spread the rumors I fucked a horse, I was repudiated by my father, and forced to leave for the roads. But it wasn't. Stroke of luck or not, I wasn't caught. Nor the next time I came for Jocular, always in the dead of the night or when the castle was almost empty for events. I came with an increasing regularity without being caught, my intimate knowledge of the staff allowing me to know when the Stablemaster would be gone or when the soldiers would patrol around the Stables.

To cover the scent, I started to use extremely musky perfume and a different soap, as well as preparing hideouts for clothes should I need to get some changes quickly.

Even better, I started to catch people who… Shared my interests. At first, it was a mere Knight I saw stroking his horse cock. But then, more and even the Stablemaster. Without even thinking about it, I revealed myself to them and… Created a sort of clique of men and women sharing our desires for our hooved friends.

With those trustees, my sexual escapades became more intense and kinkier. The Stablemaster taught me how to make saddles with leather and how to repair them. In return, I studied them to create another brand of saddle to be strapped around the Horse's belly and… Ride on.

I did that a few times, during events when I got outside the castle for a “hunt," which ended with me pleasing Jocular or any horse we got. I spent many of those nights with my belly full of cum. But it was also thanks to the Castle's Seamstress I learned how to “ride" them properly. She taught me the tricks to be cleaned and lubed for them, as she, too, preferred to ride with her backside. And… I became adept to the point many a night would be spent with me sitting on a pierced chair to protect my sore asshole.

My friends… My partners. They made my life better as we pushed the limits, like as I rode Jocular with a Stableboy strapped to his belly, all hidden under a caparison during a ceremony. Our folly and joy, our tentatives, became bolder as we grew, and… Nobody seemed to notice.

However… It stopped. Again, not the way you think. Not a grandiose capture with me being taken down as the perverted Scion of the House Krhil. No. Instead, it would be my ascension that would spell my doom.

That morning, I received a message from my father: He would step down and give me his mantle in seven days. A message that, before, would have brought a smile to my face. But I knew what it meant, too.

My father's duties were heavy. Even though I had helped him with a grand part, the majority would keep me away from the little court or the people I had bonded with.

To accept his role was to give up everything. People ignored the Heir's folly and sometimes closed their eyes on my nightly escapades. But as the House's Lord? I couldn't act like before. I would have to preside over family matters and control a domain as big as a country.

That night… I had my chamberlain, another one in the confidence, help me prepare my bags. At first, he thought me crazy and asked me to reconsider.

“Sir! Your house! You are the sole heir! If you were to leave, your father would have no option but to give the title to one of your cousins! The line would crumble."

“I know. And I don't care… I already made up my mind and wrote this for my father and Alize. They need to know the reasons why," I said to him as I gave him two letters. He didn't need to read them, and neither do I need to reread to check their contents: in both, I admitted my love for equines and why I would leave everything.

To Alize, I excused myself for my betrayal of our vows. But I knew about her passion with one of the guards, a young tiger, I asked her to break off our union on the grounds of my perverse desires and to embrace the man she lusted after.

To my Father, I recommended a list of potential cousins who would be capable of leading the domain and what flaws they had. I commented that while I was an unfaithful heir, I didn't want his legacy undone.

I left those letters, and without a second thought, I left the castle on Jocular, my fonts full of clothes and, food, and trinkets. For what? I had a list… To discover what other species of Equine I could find and satisfy.

My quarry took me along the northern lands, further than where I hunted. There, the land was rustic, cold, and hardening both the soul and body. It made its people suspicious but also welcoming when I showed them my skills in shoeing a horse or any beast and nursing them back to health. One particular year, I even stayed in a little town named Lerstbourg. A charming place that was welcoming enough and valued my hard-earned skills while “plagued" by a herd of savage horses roaming the land beyond.

During the whole year, each time the herd would come, I would stay in a field naked and wait for them. I had the scent of my stallion, and I sometimes cheated by rubbing a mare's juices against my body and pucker until I smelled like one. Until the Stallion leading the herd would come, sniff me, and… Take me.

Each time, I used to bend over a wooden support I placed there, cushioned to avoid any unnecessary wounds. My lubed and gaping ass would be prepared, played with until I could open it up for any steed and… That stallion would take me.

He wasn't like Jocular, who was closer to an old friend with whom I could have fun. My old Steed always showed a kinder side to me and would even rim me, sometimes, before fucking me sore and broken. Not that wild Stallion I nicknamed Thunder. He would not wait, and each time, his hooves would stomp on either side of my head as his enormous pink cock would swing by my ass.

At one moment, I would feel that cockhead smack against my cheeks, slathering the fur with precum and that musky scent. He did so three times or more, always marking me with his needs before his cockhead found purchase with my stretched butthole, my hands gripping each cheek until he could access the whole crevice. And then… He…. Took me.

His cock was just as thick as Jocular… But the way he wielded it.

The way his body moved in unison as he plunged within me, neighing while his sweaty barrel pressed against my back. Horse breeding isn't usually long, as they're often exposed in breeding, and their natures can be skittish.

Not that one, not that Stallion who seemed so secure, strong, and potent. Whenever he took me, it was a long and… Delicious moment that left me sore for hours, if not days. Each time, his thick cockhead would brush against my rim and stretch it until it started to sting. Then, as he progressed inward, I would sense the added weight within my stomach. Like… A weight, or a stone. Something so heavy I had to bring a hand to it… And yet, always, it was his cock… His cock bulging through the skin, even through the fat I had started to accumulate.

I felt the organ throb against my hand, like a... a second heartbeat. One that was… His. His desires, his lust.

I sensed the quickening pace each time as his back and forth continued, forcing my hole to open… My guts to rearrange… My whole self was his to use, his toy to abuse. And I loved the moment, like the slut for horses I am.

Even now, I dream about hearing his battering balls hit my cheeks, covering them red and blue until walking was impossible. Until sitting is a pain akin to sitting on charcoals. I even… Sometimes… Wore a plug to keep me stretched, despite the pain, while walking through the village and talking to its inhabitants. It was a shameful experience… But it was always to remind me of the semen, the thick, hot semen the Stallion pushed within my guts. Oh… Each time, he came so much and neighed so loudly. My body would practically close up to the entire world, I would almost be… … be… Spent. Gone. My mind was blank by the time the Herd was gone.

I used to wake up in a puddle of the Stallion's making, his scent clinging to my fur while I carried myself back to town with sore legs, my stomach bulging with so many fluids, only to crawl back to Jocular's side, sleeping beside him and sometimes even sucking him off to say good night.

But this… This town was solely an afterthought or a step in my exploration. While I cared for the farmers' tamed beasts, I scoured the lands and asked everyone about potential creatures they might have sighed. And then… One day, someone revealed to me what I desired: There was a Hippogryph far up the mountains.

I nearly yelled in a hurray as he gave me proof and showed me a feather that couldn't be anything but a mythical beast from its scent. On that day, I packed up my things, left most of the trinkets I bought to the Villagers' cares, and embarked on the mountains, exploring the even colder land with bouts and places where natural springs allowed life to bloom.

For months, I explored the place with Jocular by my side, no longer my steed but instead companion as we ascended and went beyond peaks. I sometimes thought I would die from falling or cold. But…. I found the Hippogryph.

He was such a powerful and blessed stud, a beast of prime strength that had been flying over our heads, his curiosity being what kept us alive until we got to his lair. His front was of an eagle, with sparkly white feathers amidst golden ones. His green gaze, intense and piercing, was upon me and Jocular. His frontal legs, clawed, dug into the stone while I approached… And then. Stripped.

Yes. To any adventurer, what I did could be compared to utter folly. But I did so willingly and with need. My little cock, too small and pathetic compared to Equine, was hard and dripping at that moment. I stroked myself, touched it with two fingers, while my other hand went on my ass to show it: to expose the pinkish pucker, the natural donut hole that had formed and swollen from abuse and fucking. The skin was surely gleaming with juices, as I had been looking for a proper fuck all day, and Jocular's scent always drove me crazy.

I bent and looked between my spread legs, admiring the Hippogryph's mighty body approach. He screeched, curious while the nostrils atop his beak opened and closed, catching a whiff of the scent I bore, of a well-used mare by now. Oh, he didn't resist much. I heard his hind hooves stomp on the stone and the flapping of his back wings while it started to walk around me, inspecting me with those slitted eyes. He gauged and sniffed me some more, but I bore no steel or iron; all was in Jocular's bags.

I still chuckled, heard him screeched… And then his beak was on my asshole, pushing against it but not hooking it. I guess, it was how a male checked for a female's approval and desires… And I think I passed that test with flying colors as his hiss were lower, raspier…. And his hooved hind legs didn't stomp as much.

Then… My nose caught it. I smelled that scent that was even stronger than Jocular's after days in the heat without fucking me. It was…

Rough. Hearty. Slightly marked by blood, irony. I… Watched it. The Hippogryph's backside, the coat as white as ivory. And his shaft was of such color. White as snow near the base, fur surrounded the sheath and testicles, granting them a purity and beauty that would make me drool. Made me from the musky perfume clinging to the sweaty nuts.

I trembled, and clenched my ass before that powerful mast. He was much bigger than any of my lovers; he was… A monster. Such a towering cock isn't to be destined to mortals, yet I was graced to see that veiny mast, wider than an arm. And… yes. I felt that tinge of fear, knowing I could die should his hits be too strong and something within me break.

Yet… no. Still. I endured. Despite the pain that made me think about my bones breaking. Despite the weight on my guts I had to lift with my two hands, I welcomed him inside me and tried to work my inner walls, my sphincters, to give him the pleasant caresses of a worthy lover. My cock spurted like a faucet, the watery precum forming a pool under me while his lovely and wide corona nudged my swollen prostate, then his length, median ring…

I nearly blanked out, yet remained during his slow and regular progress, one of a beast that knew… No, understood me. Could understand what took me… What folly was over me.

Yes… The Hippogryph understood me and my worries; he moved with gracile stomps until his belly was over my back. I sensed his harsh breath as much as I felt mine; my lungs felt crushed, too.

I cried, not only from pain but from being graced and loved by such a mythical creature. How many had even seen a Hippogryph? Lest approach one? And here I was, fucked by one whose movements were carefully studied not to break or wound me. He moved, his hooved hind legs pressing and bearing his weight… And then he pushed back.

My legs trembled while he started to rub my prostate and caress it the same way I stroked his dick through the skin. My hands were heavy weight I had to lift and maintain against my belly, painful to bear.

I prayed in silence for me to survive and be graced by another moment like so while the beast's movement hastened, and then… I nearly stumbled over. My upper body suddenly dropped as the Hippogryph pulled back, and I fell on my feet and hands, in a posture that was less appreciable to endure the penetration and the Mythical's movements.

Yet… Yet he tried again, and I cried in joy.

I cried while he fucked me and overtook me, my rim tingling and stinging. I cried and bawled without a second thought, and I only remember how dry and dehydrated I felt by the end. I came… So many times, too, but the moment passed in a flurry. The screech, the cum, the flow within me, the pain, the pleasure, the abandon.

I… passed out.

When I returned to my senses, I was… Pressed between the Hippogryph and Jocular, my head nestled by Jocular's neck, while the Hippogryph's body was pressed against my side in… Such a strange display. I couldn't feel my legs; I felt sticky and drenched with cum, stinky even yet loving every whiff I took. My arms weren't so much better, and I felt so full as if I had swallowed a whole meal.

My eyes darted on my partners, both asleep as we stood in what was the Beast' lair. A big hole in the mountain I would come to know intimately.

But I didn't think over much that night and fell asleep again.

However, the following days started a whole different ordeal. As I was woken up by the Hippogryph's movement to quit his lair, for his hunt, I discovered the soreness in my legs and body. I had not expected the Hippogryph to be so big. Even standing up, helped by Jocular's patient presence, was difficult. So much so that I dropped on my ass after three tries and grumbled, my body barely answering my command.

Then… I tried, instead of standing up, to carry my broken body on Jocular's back. He was at the right height and resting, allowing me, through a few efforts and his teeth pulling on my back, to get on his back and lay on it.

I sighed while Jocular carried me and started to walk. I couldn't give an order, and after managing to stand up… I couldn't resist.

However, I was afraid as we left the beast's lair, my clothes off and with only my dry crusty fur to protect me from the harsh temperatures outside. We descended along the stony path, we had taken before, to descend in the valley. And despite my fears, the temperatures were clement, enjoyable even as Jocular seemed hellbent on guiding me somewhere.

Whenever I asked him, he merely neighed and turned his head away from me, back to his idea.

I was too weak to resist… And as we progressed into the lush valley, surrounded by pine trees, I noticed the silence within. The resounding calm… The peace. No wind, no cries, no wildlife. Despite the deafening silence, I was at peace, and so was my friend Jocular as we approached a clearing.

There, the sunlight landed perfectly on the growing grass and flowers, forming a blooming field I watched with awe while Jocular kept leading me forward.

“Where are you going, Jocular? We're not going back home… And… I need my legs to take care of you… What are you doing?"

[I]“Finally, you've come. Thank you for bringing him here."

[/I]I… Didn't hear the voice, not directly. But those words resounded in my mind like an echo. An eerie one that didn't… Nor couldn't belong to this world. It had a chanting tone, a silky sonority against my ears. It was a loving whisper through my soul, making me perk up and… Look at whom had spoken.

A unicorn.

Yes, it was a unicorn standing within the glad, proud, and looking back at me with those blue eyes, cold as ice. Yet, I didn't feel any… Animosity. No, I was invited, and as Jocular stopped and I had to crawl, the Unicorn approached, his low, regular breath shaken… maybe a laugh.

[I]“What a poor thing you are. Your desires will be the ruin of you, mortal," [/I]stated the voice with a mischievous but caring tone, followed by the Unicorn's muzzle nudging my head.

“I-… I am merely seeking, what… hasn't been done," I answered, my voice coarse. I felt weak and broken; I was both.

[I]“I know, my bipedal friend. But your body won't endure what your mind yearns. Are you sure you can continue on that path? Are you ready to endure such pain and worse?"

[/I]The words were kindly said, and the tone was still soft. But they rang against my mind because it was true: my body couldn't endure such abuse. It was but one Hippogryph, a gentle one at that. And I couldn't even move anymore.

“I am unsure I can. I want it, deeply. I yearn for… This. This is my calling, I am certain. But yes… My body can't. Take it. But I don't want to abandon it! I-!" I nearly shouted, gritting my teeth at the Unicorn, my eyes darting on that massive Equine. But then, I saw that smile.

The Unicorn's muzzle had contorted into a thin smile, almost derisive, before he turned his head away.

[I]“Well. Then, I shall help. But it has a price. Everything has a price, and I can help you fulfill your dream, but you shall… Please me,"[/I] said the Unicorn, the voice mirthful while those hooves stomped on the grass, walking around me before I was… below the Unicorn, his barrel above me. I straightened my back and lifted my head. I struggled against my thin breathing and was welcomed with that musky but sweet perfume. It reminded me of the lavender we grew back south, as well as freshly cut grass. A symphony of smells that mixed with the more acrid one of sex, need, cum. My eyes widened as I was before the Unicorn's cock. With his coat as white as snow, the shaft almost protruded from it, from its concealed sheath, and more than half of it was engorged, yet no traces of erection… Yet.

[I]“My Bipedal Friend. If you please me, I will grant you my boon. But it has a cost and-“

B[/I]efore the Unicorn managed to say anything, I plunged against that cock. My addiction was in full swing and, before me, was the source of my desires. My hands, so weak, barely managed to lift the organ, heavy as it was. But with enough push, I could align it with my mouth. My watering mouth, gulping as the organ pointed there, and I opened it… The cockhead was wide… My mouth was wider, but my jaw didn't allow it at all. In a matter of seconds, I forced my mouth around the Unicorn's urethra and started to lick the rim of that urethra. My tongue tip danced on the skin, felt the greasy mix of precum, cum, sweat, and piss on my tongue. I swallowed it, uncaring of the acrid taste and instead enjoying the different flavors spreading on my tongue, titillating and sparkling before it… Plunged.

Many would ask why there is such an attraction to Equine cocks. This is one of them. Their wide urethras, so large and wide, open up with a need and offer to you their “breaths". Their scent tantalizes you. Likewise, their holes promise you incomparable pleasure and satisfaction. And… Even without heeding anything from outside, my enraptured tongue danced upon the inner walls, collecting fluids in ample amounts before departing, leaving saliva in its wake.

My body seemingly relaxed, too, from that ambrosia I tasted, one that was just as good as any other Horses I had satisfied… And yet more refined. Unicorn's fluids are… A boon. A delicacy nothing can compare. Words are not enough as the experience is… More personal. It was a sun gleam upon my soul, a warm towel rubbed against my face, or even a kiss on my scrapped wounds. I had already experienced love, whether by my relationship with Jocular or other stallions. But never before had I been [I]Loved [/I]like this. I… I was in a transcendental state while my invigorated hands kept the shaft steady for my mouth so I could kiss it some more, smearing saliva and fluids across my mouth and muzzle while the Cock started to throb, and with life came the spurts.

I swallowed each of them, the droplets hitting my brown fur and marking it with their perfume. Or at least attempted. I welcomed their luscious and revigorating presence within my stomach. And slowly… Yes. I felt my body recover. Life and vigor sprung with my legs, allowing me to steady my posture. My back no longer hurt as my muscles recovered from being pulled; strength flowed in my arms. My breathing became easier, and so disappeared the pain in my guts. Everything that had plagued me since I woke up was gone, replaced by a tingly feeling within my stomach, my groin, atop my head, my asshole… And ultimately, mouth.

A mouth I opened wider. And wider. I no longer cared for the pain as my tongue pulled back, and I opened my jaw until it… Snapped. It should have hurt, yes. But didn't when I ushered that Equine cock into my mouth. I gasped some more, I gargled…, but as I progressed, it became easier and-

[I]THUMP! THUMP!

[/I]The same noise echoed twice, by my sides. My ears fluttered, and I found it easier to move around as I advanced my head and found the wide corona pushing my throat, but no… Gag Reflex. I tried some more and found it even a breeze to breathe despite the organ deeply inserted in my throat. Yes… It was a blessing. A Unicorn's blessing so I could please equine and without worry, my fear was dispelled. I started to please that Unicorn out in the field with a long, slow back and forth.

One back and forth I maintained with my sheer will. I gasped sometimes when those heavy testicles were against my chin, like two burning weights. And I gargled, swallowing the fluid when that cocktip was about to depart from my lips. But I continued, hearing the faint neigh from my partner. Without more words sent to my mind, I was acutely aware of the Unicorn's sensations. Pleasing horses of all types remained the same: the same reactions, the same genitals, the same movements that occurred within their lower bodies before they, too, reached their orgasms. And then, with a powerful neigh… He came.

The testicles clenched against my chin, and by reflex, I forced myself to swallow the whole length back, swabbing my throat. My neck was swollen and bulging from the organ; I had my muzzle rubbed against that delicious equine musk, the hair rubbing against my nose, and my head against the barrel.

I clenched my eyes and gulped… Gulped… And gulped.

The faucet couldn't stop. And me? I was happily swallowing what the Unicorn gave me. Yet, even after minutes of it, I didn't feel hurt or sickened. I was at rest, at peace, while nursing on that enormous shaft, almost plunging within my depths. My eyes rolled, and even my cognizance nearly failed me. I never felt as rested. Never as happy. I was… Filled with such love and comfort. I… Was blessed.

When I returned to myself, I was… Alone. I was back in the field of grass and flowers; Jocular was munching on some grass a few yards away. I blinked at the sensations of pain and suffering gone while I outstretched my hands and touched… My antlers. They were gone, and I only found two little nubs left when I reached for my head. But nothing more.

I blinked, touching them and then looking around. My body was similar… But changed. My pectorals were heavier, and so was my belly, upon which some symbols had been written. As I stood up, I also sensed a difference in my balance and… A wrongness between my legs. When I reached out, I sensed how… Small I was. I might have had a generous size for my kin before. But it had shrunk to less than two inches, my whole manhood no longer closeted into a sheath while my testicles felt like shriveled raisins between my fingers.

[I]“The price has been paid. Appreciate your boon, friends of all equines."

[/I]Upon the Unicorn's lasting words, I returned with Jocular to the Hippogryph's lair, which welcomed me back with another erection and another breeding. One that… Didn't hurt. One I was able to endure with such ease, I remained awake until my lover was spent, and even then, I felt no adverse effect the day after.

I had been blessed, yes, but I desired to employ that blessing for more, and after another breeding and another cum guzzling, I departed from the Hippogryph's lair for the southern lands, almost returning to my home country. But this time, it wasn't for another horse but to get my… Markings appraised.

However, with each town mystic I encountered, they watched my markings with a mix of suspicion and anger, one they didn't even understand. However, anyone who wasn't an equine who watched it was…disgusted. Somehow. I don't know the exact nature of the magic, but I became unable to walk with my belly exposed and I had to cover it up. Moreover, I discovered how I healed slowly of my wounds… Yet, I was impervious to whatever a horse might do to me.

Thus, I understood the price more, as well as the shrinking of my genitals as well as my… Reduced production.

I would become a horse friend but would lose everything linked to my previous kin. Even… Even other Horse lovers seemed to distrust me even if I did the same things as them… In doing so, the price was to separate me and cut me off from my kin, of my lineage.

People might think this was a cruel joke by the unicorn, but no. Not at all. Because I could embrace my desire and even better, I started to… Find affinity or a talent in finding non-natural steeds. I rode on a Kelpie's back and even managed to get him to breed me while I was by his lake. I was strapped to a Dullahan's steed, uncaring for the disgusted glance I got from his Owner's cut head. I found a mage who happily allowed me to satisfy a Pegasus he had summoned on that plane.

My latest experience with such a steed was even… Peculiar.

By that time, Jocular and I had separated on good terms. The old Horse started graying, and his pace wasn't as strong. Nor was I a fitting mare who could bear him vigorous foals, despite our many tries. He loved me, for sure. But we both knew he needed to start a family and to have many foals. I gave him off to a breeder who instantly recognized Jocular's nature, and as such, he would be given the harem he honestly deserved when I returned to my journey.

Another part of my blessing was my body's tireless nature, which allowed me to keep traveling even after days of unrest.

After leaving Jocular, I heard rumors about a town plagued by nightmares. Another might have ignored that detail, but the way someone suddenly told me of it, unasked, was a sign of the Unicorn's blessing guiding me.

Ironically, that place was only miles from my former house, which had fallen to dereliction, seemingly as a different cousin than those I lauded had been picked. Yet…. Yet, I couldn't care less when I left the countryside for that massive and yet gloomy town. People looked at me, an old traveler with rugged clothes, like another vagrant, and barely allowed me to enter. I had to convince them I had coin to pay my rest to let me into the streets, and the place seemed dead. Through luck, I found an inn and paid for the night, ignoring everything and seeking my bed.

I didn't have to wait long to find who would become my new partner and steed. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in my bedroom but a vast field colored by a red sky. An expanse of dry rocks, dead as a desert, and the Nightmare's hunting ground.

[I]“Another fresh meal for me, more-“[/I] he said, his voice like a distant thunder, yet his mouth didn't open when he spoke. However, his words were cut as I merely stepped closer, reaching for his muzzle.

“You are beautiful. You know that?" I asked, smiling despite him attempting to nip my fingers, yet they couldn't be bitten off, even with his strength.

[I]“How? What are you? How did you do this? I… You don't have the soul of a hero or a god. How?"[/I]

I smiled at the Nightmare, watching him neigh and stomp on his hind legs before I outstretched my neck to kiss that mouth. I tasted the mortals' fear and horror in his breath, yet I endured the wretched flavor and welcomed his tongue within me as he answered, egged on by the blessing I had been bestowed.

[I]“Answer me, Mortal! Lest I shred your soul! What is this magic you wield?" [/I]he said, his voice irate while he kissed me, his large and heavy tongue pushing my throat's depths as if I was physically there. I kissed him, enjoying the contact as our dreams meddled and the field became a greening land filled with other horses… As our kiss became manifold and his touch, his tongue, was both scouring my lips and my ruined ass, licking the swollen rim that happily gaped to his caresses.

I could feel his impotent anger as his mischievous and corrupt nature was forced to bend and adapt to please me. And I chuckled, once my mouth let go.

“I have been blessed. And I am here to find my new partner," I said, happily removing my shirt before him, exposing the swirling purple lines over my fur, radiating with heat and magic at once.

[I]“A curse! To become an Equine bride! This is why I cannot harm you! What a pitiful and distasteful magic! Have you no shame, mortal? To defile yourself?"

[/I]

To his attitude, scornful and mocking… I merely stepped back and undid my buckle. My pants dropped, exposing my private parts to the Nightmare. I heard him scoff.

“[I]What a pathetic cocklet! Aren't you embarrassed of what you have? Imagine what would happen if your kind knew about it!"

[/I]With a flash, we were no longer in that imposed blooming field. Instead, I stood amidst a crowd, with their leering eyes focused on me. On my tiny cocklet that was but a fraction of what it had been: a sterile organ done for. A cock that could, at best, reach the 2 inches when on a good day. In that crowd, I saw former friends from the court; I noticed my father's scornful gaze. He judged and yet… I didn't care.

“[I]Go on! Hide! Cover yourself and return to where you be- NO!"

[/I]The Nightmare shouted at me while the crowd erupted in laughter. Without another word, I went on all four, my little tail raised and brimming with life while exposing my swollen and outstretched pucker. In a way befitting a Nightmare's power, I could feel the shame those people would feel about me, their disgust, their hatred. I was both the object of contempt and their contempt. I felt my Father's shame knowing his bloodline was done with the death of my pathetic balls, Alize's relief knowing she wouldn't marry a horse fucker, her newfound lover's arrogance knowing he bested a mere beast-lover like me.

I was red in the face, yes. I blushed, I was flustered.

Yet, what made the Nightmare cry was my presence under his barrel, my tongue against his wide cockhead, dancing and tasting the precum dripping from it. I licked it, I started to clean the Nightmare's cock until his organ swelled and throbbed. Blood, or whatever ichor he possessed, flowed within, and that nightmarish, long, bloated, and ribbed cock slowly expanded.

My eyes watered at the scent, mainly from the sensations I received from the Nightmare. He tried to make me gag, hate, scorn his cock. But I couldn't, and with careful hand, I gripped that shaft I stroked and licked, despite his attempts to buck back.

“[I]Let me go! Freak! Face their wrath! Face their hatred! Face their contempt! They're all here! Shouldn't you stop sucking a horse when they are here?[/I]" shouted the Fiend, his voice thunderous and heavy with ire. An impotent wrath.

“No… I am where I belong," I answered, tasting the slight smokey aroma on the skin before I leaned and… Kissed his urethra. Oh… With Jocular's departure, I had been yearning to foretaste it and… More.

“[I]Oh… What… Are you doing, mortal? To my- Ohh!" [/I]started to moan the Fiend, his voice crackling but brimming with joy and satisfaction. I felt his testicles churn, his cock throb… And a droplet of piss landed on my tongue, stalling the precum's aroma for a second.

“I am… Pleasing you. This is my duty," I answered, giving up on the urethra instead to rub that cock with my muzzle and give his heavy black nuts a lick, then another.

“[I]This… is… Preposterous! You… Shouldn't!" [/I]the Nightmare nearly cried, neighed while whiteish precum started to pour from his urethra, much to the crowd's vocal dismay and disgust.

“I should. This is my calling. And you love it, don't you?"

The Nightmare didn't answer. Yet, I continued my long and caring worship. My fingers reached for the scrotum's underside, grabbing one nut I started to roll and caress, feeling its weight and need. Similar to the first night I had with Jocular. But different, less intense, less shameful despite the projections… At that moment, I was the one who had the lead, somehow. I slurped on the skin, and almost sucked it while enjoying the taste of sweat and smoke sticking to the Nightmare. And then, as those hooves stomped on the ground… I heard that voice, lower.

“[I]Yes. You… are worse than a succubus! Get done with it!"

[/I]“Let's make a pact."

Was I crazy? Or unashamed? Maybe. But at that moment, I knew it was the right option to have him by my side and to stop the town's torment. That, and I had the upper hand, especially when I had his testicles, ripe for the ejaculation, in my hands.

“[I]What… Do you want, mortal?!" [/I]he shouted, a hint of frustration in his voice.

“I want… You to release those you have in your grasp," I started, slurping on the white bead at his cocktip. “You will release them and no longer target them. You will also follow me, become my steed, and never dare to betray me as long as I live."

“[I]Fo-Folly! No one would dare to… Follow those conditions!"

[/I]“Yes. Because you will have access to me and my body. I shall be your bride, and we will be together."

Perhaps it was my words… or the slight clench around his left nut that made him bend his neck and neigh. But I felt… An approbation. The Nightmare's aura wasn't aggressive and hostile towards me anymore. Instead, he seemed… Satisfied. And as I felt his orgasm arise, I licked his cock.

“Do you accept?"

“[I]I… Shall. But we will… Discuss details."

[/I]“Fine by me!" I chuckled before I forced that immense cock down my throat. Without a gag reflex or the fear of being hurt, it was a boon to use my entire throat like a cocksleeve. And I bobbed up and down, impaled my mouth on that shaft until my nose was covered with the sweat from the sheath's folds.

My eyes rolled in satisfaction from the smell… And then the sensation when the Nightmare came, and I felt the throb within, the flow, the heat coming from that shaft before it was deposited in my stomach. His semen, its heat, it would have burned someone else. But not me, not with my blessing. Not with… His blessing, as I felt another mark being burned onto my lower back.

“[I]My mark. The sign of our pact, mortal."

[/I]That night, I sucked him off and bore his seed until he was spent, until our mindscape, shared, was nothing but shared sensations and distant moments. But when I woke up, I was… Rested. I had never slept so well, and when I left the town, I felt the wave of joy in my wake. With my hands on Denosthene's reins, I walked out with a smile shared by many while listening to my partner's in-crime thoughts.

“[I]Once we get out of view, you will ride beneath me, bitch," [/I]he said through our link. Even now… I can feel his thoughts, and he feels my thirst to taste his lips, to be with him. Denosthene might be a fiend, a creature of hell. But he's a steadfast ally and the lover I desired to fulfill my fantasies. Who else can truly make me embrace my nightmares and dreams at the same time?

Yet… There was still a last species to meet. Among my long list of potential partners, I had been keeping them last, and my path southward would meet their hunting grounds. Of course, I heard about the tales of the Centaurs' mystical knowledge and brutal nature. However, I had no fear, for I had been blessed twice. My love was pure. They might refuse my arrival, but I didn't care.

I had to meet them. And through odds and circumstances, it was them who met me first. That day, Denosthene had asked me to ride his belly. In fact… I never rode on his back, only his belly. Nothing in our contract said he was to be my steed. And nothing in our contract said I was unallowed to ride under him, his cock firmly lodged within me. Plus… It was a pleasure to feel his unwavering strides while beneath him, feeling his heartbeat while his power concealed my presence.

That day, however, we made no effort to hide our pleasures as we discussed our next escapade during the night. I think our next idea was… For me to play the role of my father Lord before Denosthene would barge in and… Ruin me.

“Who are you? Horse bride? And what are you doing in our lands?"

“[I]That's my cue to intervene?"

[/I]I mentally shushed Denosthene and forced his dirty ideas in the back of my mind as I turned my head and saw that Centaur. He was a magnificent stud whose skin was sunkissed, his long black hair as unruly as his coat or the hair on his human chest. I gasped and admired his powerful arms, lifting a spear almost as long as me.

“Well. Answer me, Horse bride," said the male… Evidently, as I could smell his need from my position, and… Even if I dared not to say, my smell must have enticed him as well.

“[I]He's not as hung as me!" [/I]scoffed Denosthene, his ego almost wounded.

“I…" I stammered. “I… I am here to meet with your kind. My name is not important. But I have traveled to many lands to meet with different equines of all kinds. And… I would be honored if-“

“If you could have a go with a Centaur's cock," chuckled the brave, lowering his spear while his rugged and bearded face changed with a smile. “You are not alone, Horse bride. Many bipeds are eager to join our ranks when they are given a taste of a true malehood. Follow me, fiend. And no need to hide your shape; we sensed it hours ago."

“We?" I asked.

The Brave didn't answer. Instead, we followed, Denosthene just as curious as me as we progressed through the forest. With our advance, the scent of Equine musk became stronger, as well as the scent of rutting males, of semen. And more. I was getting harder to think and reflect on what was around, all the while clenching Denosthene's cock. Which he answered by bucking and giving my prostate a firm nudge, making the situation worse.

The Centaur, Anur, opened the way for us before we landed in a… A clearing. It was at the same a camp and an orgy. There were massive tents disposed in the outside, supposedly to house the centaurs, their lovers, and the horses. Amidst the brave Centaurs, joyful and emboldened, were bipeds like me. The majority of them were Dragonborns, a kind I had seldom seen. But they were all there, their bodies of metallic or colorful scales, their bodies swollen with semen as if they were expecting, while they all bore… Cages. Chastity cages I could notice from my angle. However, among the non-Dragonborn, some also bore the cage and an eager smile.

“Is this another faithful of the Great Caged Dragon?" asked one of the bipeds, a golden-maned Leonin, his belly adorned with a hoof mark and his breasts leaking with milk due to his… Pregnancy, I assumed. Yet, he was a male.

“No, he's not. Or he's on his own!" chuckled the brave, signaling Denosthene and me to follow him.

The deeper into the encampment, the more depraved the Centaurs and Bipeds were. I saw some belly-riding like me. One attached with his teeth removed and jaw forced open, strapped to a phantom mare to be throat-fucked endlessly by the relentless studs.

“[I]Watch it, you're drooling. Slut," [/I]chuckled Denosthene, mocking me before I moved my tired arms to wipe my mouth.

I knew by then I was in heaven as I watched another faithful bask in a Centaur's “golden" glory. And I… Sighed, feeling my prostate nudged again.

“Here we are, Horse bride. The chief will receive you and decide your purpose," said the brave, posting me… Behind a long line of other bipeds, belly riding or not, expecting the Chief's blessing.

I expected some Horse lovers to be around and cherish a moment with the centaurs, for it would be the satisfaction of their inner desires merged with the ability to speak with someone they had found kinship with. But… No so many. Not so many men and women of all origins and horizons are coming here. They talked, exchanged, chatted, laughed. Some had their mounts by their sides, nudging and neigh… A few were belly riding like me. It was… Surreal and appreciated.

Finally, as the line advanced and the crowd dispersed, each got the Chef's approval. I think I saw a few covered with cum, while the others remained pristine yet with a jovial smile. And only a handful seemed dejected or beelining towards the encampment exit.

Finally, it was my turn to remain by the Guard watching over the tent before he ushered Denosthene and me in.

Through the few movements the Nightmare had to take, I felt my prostate thoroughly squeezed and another moan stolen from me.

“Another Horse Bride. Your numbers never cease to increase," said the Chieftain with a mix of… weariness and frustration. He was an old centaur: he was massive with a powerful build. His arms were as large as trunks, and his chest peppered with gray hair. His face was chiseled, his strong jaw was adorned with a neatly trimmed beard while his long hair was attached behind his head. He glanced over me with his pierced blue eyes before he stood up, his graying lower side standing up and stomping closer within the large tent, crushing the mulch straw.

He glanced at me up and down and gauged me and Denosthene… Though the latter seemed uncaring, I could feel his disdain through our bond.

“Well. Tell me, biped. What are your reasons for coming here? And how did you find such a steed?" asked the Chieftain, crossing his arms over his pectorals while I gulped and looked at him. He was… A monster of muscles, and yet, my eyes were drawn to his barrel. I gulped again and tried to answer, only to squirm.

“[I]Take your time, Slut,[/I]" laughed Denosthene, swaying his hips and nudging my hole. Even if my inside had been trained and reshaped to endure a horse's dick, it wasn't possible to find my words, articulate them, while enduring a little pounding.

I flicked the thought of letting Denosthene go unsatisfied tonight towards him, knowing he would be desperate to find another lover who would happily share perverse dreams with him. But he would only be disappointed; thence, he stopped, and I focused.

I breathed, and then… Said it: “I am here to find all the perfect partners this world could bear. I already shared the appetite of many mythical creatures, but I wish to become a Centaur's plaything, if only for a night."

I looked up at the Chieftain, watching his expression… And notice how his cock was getting harder, slipping out of that sheath. Contrary to the other organs I've met, he had piercings going through them. A ladder of golden bars going over his length and a Prince Albert over the tip. It would be a shame to say such an equine cock, of such quality with a puffy corona and a wide median ring, had been adorned. But it was also more enticing, knowing that man was proud of his cock and wanted to make it look better.

“You're not the only one who has stated such cravings and desires, or offered to come to us as a toy. But we don't need toys; we need breeders and wives; we need people who can be useful to our kind, artisans and healers. If you come here, it is not to be fucked and to remain a deadweight, you shall leave."

“Wait!" I said, suddenly fighting against the bindings keeping me strapped to Denosthene. The Nightmare made no effort to help me this time either, snorting and casually stepping back, making a leather band drop further from me than it should. But… I squirmed, I twisted, I contorted despite my round belly and the Equine cock deeply nudged within me. And… Through efforts, I was finally… Free.

I dropped on the straw ground, feeling its prickling against my soft skin as I slowly rose to my feet and… Showed who I was. My body was… Is a wreck. I no longer have the form-fitting of a Scion; all my training is gone. Even my legs are starting to get weaker as most of my days are spent strapped to a Horse.

Yet… I stood up to the Chieftain while proudly showing my blessing, the brand over my belly. The same brand that had grown and twisted, slowly embracing my sides and breasts.

“What is this… Magic. That's not a biped spell," said the Chieftain, huffing as he suddenly looked around. He was flustered and excited, perhaps from the sight he had, for even he could feel its… Appeal.

“Long ago, I met with a Unicorn after a Hippogryph ruined my body. He offered me this blessing in exchange for my virility and ability to sire. I know you have many breeders and partners; many of my kind are finding true love with the Equines. But none can endure it like I do."

I said it with pride… Though he solely watched me with a mix of circumspection and interest. I could smell his interest from where I was, his precum thick and heavy with musk.

“And? Is that all?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Everyone here can take a horse cock."

“Yes… But even one as big as yours, I can take it without any preparation… I can prove it!"

I wasn't running my mouth. I knew I could take it; even Denosthene approved it through our link. He had seen my memories and that Chieftain couldn't compare to the Hippogryph I had taken long ago.

Therefore, I bent and turned, grabbing my cheeks to expose my hole: its swollen rim was enormous, glimmering with natural lubricant, and whose smell could entice the mind. I closed my eyes as I felt his gaze upon my plump cheeks, the air rushing against my hole but also within, brushing the inner walls due to the natural gape… I had been remade for this.

For a moment, I was afraid he would refuse. But soon, I heard his hooves getting closer and his cock poking at my hole, the cold Prince Albert nudging within and making me squirm a little bit from the cold contact.

“If you prove your affirmation, you shall become a breeding mount for the biggest centaurs who have yet found a partner and wife, got it?"

I nodded and slurped the saliva dripping from my mouth… And sighed when that big equine cock slipped right within me, without any hurdle. Yes, it was no small feat. But again, I had been around mythical beasts, and that centaur wasn't a monster like them. Nonetheless, I shivered while I felt his piercings tug on my wrinkled hole, almost pulling the rim inside before they slipped in, one by one.

“F-Fuck, you're loose! How's that possible?"

“[I]Because he's nothing but a fuckhole for a big horse like me, and you can't compare."

[/I]I opened my clenched eyes, my expression relaxing as I saw Denosthene approach and lean between the Centaur's legs. He ignored the bucking and moans from the big Chieftain as his cock plunged deep within me. I was… I could clench my hole to reinforce the sensation on his cock. But, at that moment, I forgot that detail while Denosthene leaned to kiss me, his broad tongue invading my mouth and throat.

It was but a contact, but it was so our minds and essences melded again, unknowingly from the Chieftain above as he kept ramming his thick cock within me, my body bending over with ease. His hits against my prostate were nothing unexpected, and even though I hiccuped, my prostate had nothing to offer and no other sign of orgasms than a watery precum dribbling from my limp cocklet.

My sphincter barely clenched while he pulled back, tugging along the rim until the piercings rolled against the wrinkled skin and released their grip, allowing me an ounce of satisfaction while my mouth was taken. Not only by Denosthene's tongue. But as his tongue pushed, a phantom yet real sensation went through my lips. Through a spell of his own, Denosthene was slowly forcing his cock within my throat and… I gargled.

What else could I do when my jaw was snapped open, the pain dulled and replaced by a numb heat? My tongue dropped on the underside of that cock, tasting the smokey aroma while precum was force-fed to me. Yet… It was a delicious meal I savored, suckling on the shaft with my lips, taking in as much air to create suction while Denosthene forced his tongue… And so followed the cockhead, passing past my uvula and right into my throat.

“Hrmph! You'll serve the tribe as a cocksleeve for a whole year! Is that what you want?" asked the Chieftain, his bucking faster. His hind legs stomped on the straw ground, crushing it while his barrel covered and soaked me with sweat. He was excited, heating up, already reaching his limits as he was finally given someone's hole that could endure his love and abuse.

“Yes! I want it!" answered my voice, but not me. Denosthene's tricks always surprised and as he gagged me, his thick cock bulging through my throat and crushing my voicebox, he spoke. “Yes! I'm nothing but a worthless cocksleeve for Centaurs! Please! Use and abuse me! Parade me! I want everyone to see what a failure I was!"

“Aren't you a freak?" chuckled the Chieftain, giving me another thrust that nearly threatened to make me tip and drop forward. “Here slut! Have! My seed!"

I didn't need more seed, stuffed as I had been by Denosthene. My belly was round. Yet, it became rounder as the Chieftain pumped more and more cum within my guts. No different from Denosthene, who, after hours of bellyriding, allowed himself an orgasm. Through magic, he swarmed my stomach with that thick and salty cum until I felt bloated. My eyes rolled as I barely heeded the conversation occurring between Denosthene and the Chieftain on my behalf.

“Yes! I am a horse freak! I was a prince! But I gave up everything before giving in to the Horse dicks! Ruin my hole! My princely hole!"

“Oh? A prince? Well… If we make you someone's bride, would it make us king?"

The thought made my brain snap back to reality. But by then, I gargled as I felt Denosthene's tongue on my ears, licking them while his cock kept my throat shut and my stomach filled. I was good for another day without a meal.

“[I]That's too bad for those Centaurs. They have no lands of their own. And your country has been ruined… Wouldn't it be better for them to take over? Fixing two wrongs at once?"

[/I]I gulped as I felt the thought crossing my mind. Not my thoughts, but Denosthene's. A sight no different than what I had seen here in the encampment. But instead of those unknown faces, eager and jovial, there was my lord father, my former wife, and my friends in my homeland. The guards had been replaced by Centaurs who used the former fighters as their cocksleeves.

I watched how they were all blessed and ruined, and the lands were given and offered to the Centaurs, who would take better care of them than my cousin. I gargled, no longer fed with cum yet still having that cock firmly lodged in my throat.

“[I]Make us your King. And you will see it become true, Prince. I know you want it. You want it gone your kind. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so excited when I… Mock… Your… Cocklet. Just… A little lie. Not a Lord but a King."

[/I]I felt a twinge of pain and excitation. Denosthene knew me too well by that moment and… As his cock popped free of my mouth, the phantom organ gone… I gulped, spat, swallowed my saliva… And sighed.

“Please… I'll… Tell you everything. Make me your Queen, and I shall give it all to you. My homeland will be yours, for the Equines and Centaurs only. But only if you allow the… prisoners to become Horse brides!" I pleaded, my eyes rolling as the Chieftain pulled away, almost yanking my hole in a prolapse before he turned… And grabbed me by the chin. He lifted me, a prince elk who looked no different than a whore, a female yearning for a male.

“Sure thing, Queen. Now. Tell me more about your homeland and how we could take it over. Spare me. No details."

But as he said that, he snapped and I heard guards enter the tent… Men who had no wives… And who had finally been given a cocksleeve to serve.

“[I]Here is your dream coming true, little Prince."[/I]