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Hooves was sleeping soundly in the City of Nodd, the strange insects chirping in the far background as the Zebracorn lay peacefully within his bedchamber.

Having finally managed to get his full male-hood back, the myth was now visiting his new friend, the Night Stallion, at his home in the City of Nodd.

Hooves was currently having a wet dream as he lay in bed, yet the striped myth could not understand why. As he moaned softly, he awoke to the sound of loud slurping coming from somewhere near the bed.

The Zebracorn sat up in bed, panicked and frightened, as he looked around while making a magical light flare; his magic shone around to seek out this strange noise. As the handsome myth heard the slurp again, he noted that it seemed much louder.

Slowly, Hooves realized the sound was coming from between his legs. Immediately, he threw the covers back to look down. His eyes flew open wide in horror as a worm-like parasite was moving its way down his mighty black equine shaft.

The black and wiggling leech had almost reached the base, and soon it would be pressing itself up against his sheath's lips.

Hooves tried to yell out, but the words never came as his heart started to slow a bit, his breathing growing heavy and labored as he lost focus.

Hooves grabbed at that slimy body to try and yank it off; however, the parasitic creature was relentless in its efforts. Despite Hooves' best attempts to remove it, the creature immediately clung to his fat cock with its teeth even tighter

The leech only tightened its grip and didn't seem overly bothered by Hooves' attempts at removing it, focusing solely on feeding itself until it was full.

It continued to undulate and squeeze on that massive equine cock back and forth, causing an overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation to course throughout the myth's entire body.

As the relentless parasitic leech continued to pleasure him beyond belief, the Zebracorn found himself getting harder... much to his own confusion and horror.

His mind screamed in panic, yet every fiber of his being seemed to crave this newfound and unorthodox sensation, regardless of what his logical thinking demanded he do.

Hooves tried to struggle more desperately now, not just to rid himself of the creature, but to suppress the rising tide of desire. Alas, all efforts were futile as the worm-like thing feasted, driving him closer and closer toward a climax against his will.

With each passing moment, Hooves felt his resolve weaken. His breathing grew heavier, his heart pounded faster, and frothy equine sweat formed on his body.

Despite his best efforts at resisting, the wretched thing kept going, its movements becoming increasingly erratic, as if sensing its meal was nearing completion. And then, without the normal feeling of a climactic buildup on Hooves' part, it happened

A wave of pure ecstasy washed over Hooves like nothing he'd ever experienced. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to ignite simultaneously, sending sparks of pleasure shooting throughout his entire form.

With a feral-like 'whinny', he surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation, releasing streams of hot cum into the suckling leech.

As the aftershocks subsided, Hooves lay panting, utterly spent yet strangely satisfied.

He couldn't help but feel violated... used by something so vile and disgusting. Yet deep down inside, there was also a twisted sense of excitement; an exhilarating rush from having been pushed beyond all limits of control by something so despicable.

It wasn't what he wanted, not how he would have chosen to experience such intense fulfillment, but somehow...it had still felt good.

Quickly, the Zebracorn conjured a wooden stick and used his magic to set it on fire. He shoved the burning stick at the parasitic leech, causing the creature to squeal and thrash.

The sudden introduction of heat caused the creature to recoil for just a moment before resuming its position around Hooves's hard member. However, this time, one could see small blisters forming along its body where the heat had touched it.

Despite these burn marks, it did not let go or stop sucking. Instead, it seemed more determined than ever to feed itself fully by using Hooves's pulsing member.

Realising the heat wasn't going to work, Hooves extinguished the fire and tossed the stick away before quickly looking around. Spotting a silver potion knife on a nearby table, the Zebracorn grabbed the knife and quickly cut the parasite open.

With one swift motion, Hooves managed to cut through the parasite's soft underbelly, its insides spilling out in a messy heap as it finally released its grip on his erection.

As black blood seeped from the wound left behind, the lifeless form of the parasite fell onto the sheets between his legs. Hooves was left panting heavily, both relieved and horrified by what had transpired during the cover of night.

Suddenly, the handsome myth grunted as he felt something wiggle up his urethra. Looking down, he saw just in time the tiny, slimy, black body wiggling up his gaping hole, which still leaked thick white cum, the stuff slowly dribbling out.

As if sensing food within reach, the smaller leeches inside the gutted leech also began their escape, gobbling up the thick equine cum within their mother before swimming upwards toward that massive cock head for more.

One after another, they emerged from the larger leech and slithered their way upwards and into his urethra opening to join the others in their feast. Each new hatchling was met with disgust and fear from Hooves, but also an odd sense of fascination.

These creatures were unlike anything he'd ever seen. Despite being covered in slime and writhing uncontrollably, each miniature leech seemed intent on finding purchase somewhere on or inside Hooves' sensitive areas as they sought out their first meal.

"No, no, no," the frightened Zebracorn squealed as he started to grab and pull them off frantically, but there were just too many for him to stop.

One by one, Hooves managed to remove the small parasite leeches from himself using his thick fingers. The process was slow going due to their slippery bodies and tenacious grip; however, he persevered even as more and more of them slipped past his hands and slithered into his opening.

Hooves felt violated yet strangely intrigued by the bizarre encounter. He grunted as he felt something wiggling around inside his scrotum, the leeches eating his semen from the inside, latching on and suckling it straight out of his magical testicles.

They seemed determined to feed on any available source of nourishment around the seed itself, including the precious fluid stored deep within his ball sack.

Each hatchling attached itself eagerly to its chosen area, while others continued swimming freely about, exploring their newly discovered environment with curious abandon. Hooves struggled against the sensation, feeling both repulsion and fascination at once.

"OMG... Oh my God," he choked, the strange sensation sending a shudder of shock and disgust running down his spine.

"If... if they grow as big as the one that was on my cock!" The myth panic-strickenly looked around for some way to get rid of the parasites inside his body.

As the thought crossed Hooves' mind, a wave of panic washed over him. If all of these micro creatures were capable of growing into monstrous sizes like their predecessor, imagine how much damage they could cause when fully matured.

The mere possibility sent shivers down his spine and left him trembling in fear for what might come next, the mental image bringing tears to the corner of his eyes. Hooves knew he needed help fast, before this became unbearable or even life-threatening.

Yet unable to move, the myth watched in horror, as the miniature parasite leeches started growing rapidly before his eyes.

Within minutes, each small creature had doubled or even tripled in size until they resembled smaller versions of the original parasite that had latched onto his erect member.

The thought of them reaching maturity filled him with dread; he could only imagine what havoc a swarm of fully grown leeches could wreak upon his sensitive areas. They kept sucking his balls, eating not just the semen but the flesh of those fat testicles.

With every passing moment, the situation grew more dire for poor Hooves. Not only were these monstrous creatures draining all available sources of semen from within his body, but now they began to feed on the actual tissue of his testicles.

Each bite taken by these relentless predators caused intense pain and left behind gaping wounds where once healthy flesh stood proudly intact. As panic set in, Hooves realized there may be no escape from this horrifying fate.

"Awww... Ouch... Aww, dammit!" he moaned, lying there rolling back and forth as the army of growing leeches ate every last bit of his testicle tissues. In a matter of hours, Hooves was left with nothing but hollow shells where his testicles used to reside.

The swarm of voracious leeches had devoured everything, leaving him in excruciating pain and feeling violently violated. His once-proud erection now hung limply between his legs, its purpose seemingly rendered obsolete by the cruel hand, or rather, the ravenous mouths of the parasites that had assaulted him.

As if sensing their feeding frenzy nearing its end, the parasite leeches started making a hasty retreat through Hooves' urethra.

One by one, the creatures left, moving like an assembly line. His long equine cock jerked and trembled as wiggling black leeches seemed to be coming out, "Uhu, uhu, fu*!"

The sensation was painful and bizarre, feeling almost like he was being violently assaulted and raped by something otherworldly while simultaneously experiencing orgasmic contractions deep within his ruined groin.

Hooves' long black cock twitched uncontrollably under the onslaught of the invaders until finally, they all disappeared, leaving behind only echoes of what had just transpired.

Despite the agony coursing through his body, an unexpected sensation began to stir within; one that caught him off guard. As the remnants of his shredded flesh were slowly absorbed into his system, something primal awakened deep inside him--a desire for submission.

He found himself craving the touch of another stud, yearning to serve them unconditionally and without hesitation. This newfound longing consumed him completely, driving out all thoughts of fear and self-preservation as if they had been tortured out of him.

Hooves lay there, clutching his ruined groin, moaning and sobbing softly in pain and loss, as he had been turned into a gelding by the dick sucking creature that had attacked him.

In the wake of this traumatic experience, Hooves found himself lying prone upon his bed, tears streaming down his muzzle as he cradled his mutilated genitals.

The myth could feel a cold emptiness where once pulsating life resided. Gone were the days when he could pleasure others or find solace in self-worship. Instead, he carried with him the heavy burden of having become a gelding against his will--a fate forced upon him by those relentless parasites.

As darkness descended around him, Hooves wept for what might have been but knew deep inside that nothing would ever be the same again.

In the aftermath of his transformation, Hooves lay sprawled out across the bed, his heart heavy with sorrow and loss. The remnants of his former identity lingered like ghostly echoes within his mind, haunting him with memories of pleasures past. But all that remained now were shattered dreams and an empty void where his male-hood used to dwell.

With night cloaking the desolate landscape, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch on forever, Hooves couldn't help but wonder if there would ever come a time when he could feel whole once more, he had only just gotten his male-hood back, and now he'd lost it again.

Would he always carry this painful reminder of his violation and remain lost in his solitude of loneliness? Or perhaps, just maybe, there existed someone strong enough to take control, to claim him as their own in ways both gentle and rough, turning him into something new yet still cherished. A gelding no longer defined by his lack but celebrated for his submission.

Hope flickered within Hooves' chest; it was almost as though he could sense the presence of a dominant figure looming nearby. Someone who wouldn't shy away from using him however they saw fit, taking what they wanted without asking permission or offering comforting words.

While part of him trembled at the thought of such ruthless treatment, another part yearned for it desperately, craving release from the torment of self-pity and loneliness.

And then, out of the darkness emerged a towering black stallion whose very presence sent shivers down Hooves' spine. His muscles rippled beneath gleaming fur, marking him as an animal accustomed to power and dominance.

Without so much as a word spoken aloud, this majestic Fae creature claimed Hooves on sight, dragging him roughly onto all fours before positioning himself behind the Zebracorn with brutal efficiency, leaving Hooves frozen at his new friend's actions.

Hooves whimpered softly under the weight of the Night Stallion's body pressing against him, feeling both terrified and exhilarated by the raw force being unleashed upon him. He knew that there would be no gentle caresses nor tender whispers in his ear, only rough handling and relentless desire.

But somehow... that was exactly what he needed right now; something primal within him demanded satisfaction through pain and submission.

The first thrust into Hooves' tight, donut-shaped rump felt as if a thunderbolt had struck deep inside him, igniting sparks of pleasure mingled with agony throughout every part of his being. Each subsequent stroke drove him closer towards oblivion, tearing apart lingering remnants of self-pity or regret until there was nothing more than distant echoes lost amid the storm.

As their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, Hooves found solace in surrendering completely to the will of his conqueror. Every slap of flesh against flesh, every grunt and groan reverberating around them served as reminders that he belonged here--not as a proud stallion or cherished lover, but as an object of lust and domination.

And for once in his life, that was enough. It had to be enough. Because sometimes survival meant letting go of everything you thought made you whole, embracing instead the very thing that threatened to break you down entirely.

With each passing moment, the intensity grew stronger, both within Hooves and between them. The air crackled with electricity, charged by raw desire and primal instincts running wild. Finally, after what felt like hours of relentless passion, the inevitable approached; the point where neither could hold back anymore.

The smirking Night Stallion's cock swelled inside Hooves' ass, pulsing erratically before releasing its load deep into him in one final burst of ecstasy.

This act of surrender marked the end of something old and broken within Hooves, paving the way for new beginnings rooted in submission. As they collapsed onto the ground together, panting heavily from their exertions, Hooves knew that he would never truly be alone again.

*****

The next morning, as the sickly greenish light brighted across the City of Nodd, Hooves woke up alone in his bed.

His body ached from the intense encounter with the Night Stallion, but there was a strange sense of peace within him. He missed his male-hood, the ability to pleasure others, and feel whole, but for some reason, he also felt a newfound acceptance of his current state.

As he looked down at his ruined groin, Hooves smiled softly, realizing that maybe... just maybe... he had finally found what he needed all along; not a lover or a friend, but a master who could take control and show him what it truly meant to submit. And in doing so, he had discovered something deeper within himself... an inherent desire to serve, to be dominated, and to find solace in the most unexpected places.

With renewed determination, Hooves stood up and began his day, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him in the City of Nodd. For now, he was content being a gelding under the watchful eye of his dominant Night Stallion, knowing that in this twisted world full of pain and pleasure, he had finally found where he belonged.

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