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The land of Shachath was a mystical and curious place. Nestled somewhere in between realities, the entire realm operated quite a bit differently than most others. As if plucked from a dream from someone in the real world, the rules of reality were less complex and more plain. It was like stepping into the world of an MMORPG, with experience points and health bars and all manner of mechanics, but not just a game. It was a matter of everyday life that one would have to make sure their stamina points were kept up with, bars and numbers, meters and stat sheets readily available to those that want to see them. Even with all the information at your fingertips, just like with any video game, the devil is in the details. The depth is hidden, and there are only a few that know how to manipulate and unlock the secrets of this reality for their own gain… Henrik was definitely not one of these persons. His understanding only went as far as what he saw in front of him, and his ambitions seemed just as shallow and transparent. An aspiring hero that was ready to embark on his grand adventure, he stood roughly five foot nine inches tall, but didn’t have that much muscle on his bones. Slim all over and with two large horns atop his head, he didn’t really have the visage of a mighty warrior or brave adventurer. Nor did he have the stats, or at least in his mind, not yet. Hearing the town crier letting out an announcement that the princess of the kingdom had been kidnapped, he already had his eyes set on the prize. Almost all of his preparations were complete, inventory packed full of all sorts of equipment for various situations and a coin pouch full. This was his opportunity, the one he had been waiting for, and he was ready to seize it. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d be the one to save the princess and become a famous hero across the realm! There was just one more stop that had to be made before he could set out. The adventure definitely wouldn’t get very far without a trusty steed to help carry not only his gear, but himself the vast distance needed. Standing now just outside the stables, he had already finished checking his inventory. A couple of swords, a few daggers, some traveling clothes, even some leather armor. All the things he would need to start out, and things he would definitely upgrade as he got the chance. With the last few coins counted just to make sure, he was positive he had enough for a horse. Sure, he didn’t have the most experience as a level twenty, but that was something he could quickly remedy with a bit of hard work. Pack slinged on his shoulder, he stepped into the stables proper with his coin pouch in hand. He wasted no time walking straight up the stablemaster, an older looking fellow with a long beard, and held up his coin pouch. “Good day stablemaster! I’m here to purchase a horse to embark on my grand journey! I’m going to save the princess and be a hero!” His tone confident, his poise straight and defiant, he had a wide smile on his face even if his tone was a bit shrill. “I know what you’re here for Henrik. You’ve told me several times what your plans were recently… But I already told you, your coin won’t get you very far in my stable!” Setting down the bucket heavy with water, he reached out and grabbed the coin pouch. Just a quick peek inside confirmed his suspicions, but after jingling it around a bit more, the stablemaster’s eyes rolled. “I stand corrected, you could afford my cheapest steed now it seems. But I don’t recommend it.” The coin pouch was tossed back to Henrik, and the stable owner’s hands were already back toward that bucket to lift it. “I’m sure you raise the finest of horses, and even your cheapest will be a stellar companion on my quest! I’ll take him!” The pouch was tossed back over, the old stablemaster shaking his head a bit as he caught it. “Please bring me my fine steed so I may set off to save the princess!” Fists on his hips, and chest pushed out, Henrik was doing his best to strike a heroic pose as his excitement continued to build. As far as the stablemaster was concerned, it would be easier to just take Henrik’s coin rather than deal with having to convince him otherwise and give up on his foolish errand. With a shrug as he pocketed the bag of coins, he made for the barn while calling back to Henrik. “Wait at the front gate! But don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Henrik was so excited, it felt like he had 50 points in speed rather than 15 as he picked up his bag and made a sprint toward the main gate. Setting down his bag and waiting rather impatiently for the stablemaster, he couldn’t help but to check his bag one more time to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. He had no plans to go back into town and wanted to head out as soon as he had his trusty steed with him. Pulling out a few oatcakes from his bag, he had them at the ready to greet his new companion. Stepping out slowly from the barn and leading a horse toward him, Henrik was a bit surprised at just how large the horse was that he had purchased. Still a bit impatient, he even started to close the distance as he stepped up to the stablemaster, hearing him give the rundown on his new horse. “This is Heat. We call him that for a reason, and I’m sure you’ll see why. Make sure you take good care of him. He’s very temperamental, so try not to spook or anger him. Good luck.” The stablemaster handed off the reins to Henrik, already turned around and headed back into the stable yard, now finding he might have just gotten rid of two problems while being paid for it. Heat on the other hand was immediately unhappy with the situation. This is the adventurer that bought him? He’s the best horse in the stable, and he gets sold to this twink? His grey fur shimmered a bit in the sunlight, leading down to a darker black toward his hooves before breaking into white just before them. He had a long black mane, and was obviously well-kept by the stablemaster. Holding up the oatcakes as he let go of the reins for a moment, Henrik offered them to Heat, happy to see him going to eat them right away. He reached up and gave some slow rubs over the side of the horse's muzzle, smiling and beaming with excitement already. “What a fine horse! You and I are gonna be the best adventurers the realm has ever seen, and we’re gonna start by rescuing the princess to become heroes! Aren’t you excited, boy?!” Slowing down a bit mid crunch through one of the oatcakes he was offered, the horse's eyes almost instantly went half-lid. What annoying enthusiasm… Why even go on the adventure? There were much better things to do. Besides, this guy was level twenty? Heat himself was level fifty! How does this make any sense? And who wants to carry a twink like this when he could just fuck him instead? If there was one thing he liked doing more than anything else, it was fucking after all. He got his name Heat for a reason, being almost perpetually horny as the thought of screwing the wannabe adventurer was already making his immense horse cock swell out from his sheath underneath him. Finishing up the oatcake, Heat gave a slight snort in response, looking pretty annoyed and stepping away and to the side just a bit, giving Henrik an obvious look at that drooped and swelling horse dick underneath him. The horse even gave him a bit of a sultry look with one of those eyes, trying to move his head and signal for Henrik to check his status, something that went straight over the human’s head. What didn’t go over his head was the sight of that cock slowly getting harder. Henrik blushed a bit, but shook his head slightly as he spoke. “No no, I didn’t buy you for that. I don’t own any horses for breeding or anything! You’re my trusty steed, going on adventures far and wide! Doesn’t that just sound like the best?” Dusting off what was left of the oatcake from his hand, he put his fists on his hips again, puffing out his chest a bit as he spoke. Heat wasn’t sure what was worse, Henrik’s completely obliviousness or the annoying and constant persistence. The horse figured the best way to get across what he was trying to imply was simple. Trotting in place a bit, he moved to turn more to his side, soon going to push his ass right up into the human’s face, shoving the fat donut of an assring he had right up against the twink’s nose and smearing it there some with a bit of a nicker. Just the sensation made his cock stiffen to full hardness, even starting to drool a bit of precum onto the ground with a soft splat as if to help get his point across. Taken aback by the donut smearing across his face, the smell of horse ass in his nose, Henrik moved to try and wipe off his face as he took a step back. “Hey, quit fooling around! I’m the hero, I’m the one in charge! We’re wasting daylight, we gotta get going.” His tone definitely was a bit different from before, and he did notice Heat’s shaft throbbing underneath. The wannabe hero couldn’t deny that he did feel a bit of a stir in his pants from the act, but he tried his best to ignore it as he stepped around to the horse’s front. He grabbed onto those reins, his own back still over his other shoulder as he started to step down the road. Eyes rolling at how impossibly stubborn Henrik was being, Heat just slowly started to trot along. He’d play along for now, and when the time was right he’d do something about how annoying this weakling was. Already seeing some things he could exploit, a plan was already forming on how to take care of things. When the stats of other people are an open book, it’s very easy to figure out their weaknesses. It’s a good thing that Heat kept most of his stats concealed… _______________ It had been a few hours of walking already, the town far behind the two as the sun was starting to set. They were still on the main path, but everything to their right and left were now trees and forest. Nothing had been exchanged between the two since they departed, except for Heat getting a bit slower and times and Henrik tugging on the reins to speed him up. Each time was met with a small nicker of protest, but he did continue anyway. Henrik still seemed to be pretty chipper despite not saying anything, but in reality he did have a few things on his mind. Since they first met in the stable, he had the sinking feeling that Heat didn’t like him all that much, and his display in front of the stable might be the first sign of trouble. Part of his mind was nagging at him about that, but it was being overtaken by the energetic, excited part of him that was happy to finally be on his first adventure. Even if that meant he was still carrying his own bag… He didn’t want to have to carry that bag though, and if things were going to go right, he had to put his foot down and show he was the one in charge. Slowly letting go of the reins and turning to the side to face the horse, he slowly moved to start to lift up his pack. “Ok, we should really pick up the pace if we’re going to make it to the next town over before it gets too dark! Let me get my bag situated and saddle up, trusty steed!” Of course, he was instantly met with resistance, hearing a soft nicker from Heat who then moved away a bit. It seemed this time Henrik was pretty insistent, stepping closer again and starting to put his bag up and attach it to the saddle. This was the moment Heat had been waiting for. The human’s guard was down, he wasn’t paying attention to his footing, and the annoyance level had reached a new high. Carry the bag for him? Actually let him ride when he wouldn’t even fuck? No way. Time to take care of this. Heat roughly swung his back half toward Henrik, instantly toppling him over and watching him fall back and smack up against a tree, now sitting on the ground. The pack instantly fell to the ground, some of the equipment inside clattering in the dusty road far away from where the aspiring adventurer was. The horse didn’t waste a moment, moving quickly and trotting overtop and in front of Henrik, looming over him as the stallion almost had a grin on his muzzle from what he was about to. With a hand on his head rubbing over the base of his neck, Henrik was still coming out of his daze when he looked up to see the underside of his horse. “What are you…?” He started to speak as he got a front row view to Heat’s thick sheath swelling out, length spilling free with those huge horse nuts hanging behind it. It was getting hard very quickly, even starting to drool precum down onto the human’s legs as it was swelling out heavily. Henrik was still in a daze, not really noticing that for some reason his health, stamina and status were appearing in his view as if he was in combat… That was Heat’s doing of course, turning adversarial on Henrik and already preparing an ability as his shaft was swelling quickly. The anticipation was bubbling up more, finally having the chance to do something he always wanted to do. In that moment, knowing that the wannabe hero wouldn’t have a chance to escape, he finally revealed his level, status and more, just to hear the reaction from his “owner”. Still in no position to really understand what was going on, the human’s eyes darted over as he was able to see Heat’s info in front of him. “Level 50? What’s a predator trait…?” Head swimming in his daze, still a few seconds of the debuff left, he suddenly noticed an ability being readied while he was unable to react. “Cock vore…? Marked as prey? Wait, WHAT?!” In that instant as the daze wore off, Henrik quickly moved to try and get away from underneath the horse, trying to roll his back off the tree only to have his hands slip as he failed the agility check. The horse quickly moved down a bit, bending his knees just right before he got a good angle before shoving forward hard. A loud, wet slick sound and a deep whinny was heard, followed by Herink gasping and yelling a bit as both of his legs were instantly swallowed up into the thick, fat and blunt cock head. It bulged out, stretched open around both of his ankles as Heat slowly stood back up, lifting him slightly off the ground as his hands tried to grip at the grassy ground. Henrik suddenly felt like it was nearly impossible to move, the bound status effect being placed on him along with no longer being just marked as prey, but now listed as prey. His stamina started to drain fast as he tried to pull himself away, his strength stat too low as he couldn’t budge his feet free, only to hear a loud nicker from the horse above him as that shaft pulsed and spurt out precum over his legs. That pulse was more than just a heavy throb, feeling more of his legs getting pulled into that shaft, bulging out more as he still tried to get away. “Let me go! What are you doing?!” The only answer he would get was a slightly loud huff of breath as that shaft squeezed over his feet, already pulling in more of his legs and making him slide along the ground. Heat could tell this was going to be easy, his stamina staying steady as the humans was going down from trying to struggle. He figured he could have a bit of fun and play with his food a bit even and still be successful. And he oh so wanted to enjoy this one. Heart sinking into his stomach as he realized there was probably no way to get away, Henrik suddenly couldn’t help but let out a low moan. Eyes going wide, he felt his length stirring in his pants, noticing Heat had used another ability. As the aroused status effect started to wash over him, he was more completely baffled why a horse had a predator trait and knew the ability Forced Arousal. But as it continued, his mind started to devolve, stamina dropping to near zero as he couldn’t help but rub over his hardening shaft while slowly being swallowed up by the immense horse dick. More loud whinnys and pleasured noises came from the stallion above him as he was pulled deeper into that length. The hot, slick precum spurting out over his legs only made the sliding in easier, feeling his knees being pulled in with ease. Trying to think of ways out of the predicament were quickly being replaced with thoughts of how horny he was, how hot the situation was. His shaft was rock hard, throbbing in his pants as he slowly pulled them down to grip at his cock. Blush plastered across his face, he let out a slow moan as his thighs were swallowed up into that horse shaft. A part of him couldn’t wait to be pulled in further… Heat was relishing the sounds below him of the human moaning. Even if it was a forced situation, just knowing he made the energetic, go-getting hero feel overwhelmed by being cock food only made his own arousal surge that much more. Of course, he still stayed focused on the task at hand, flexing his cock over those legs and squeezing on them more as they kept sliding in more. The stretch of his shaft was electric, making him whinny louder each time he had to engulf more of his prey. With his stamina completely drained, Henrik couldn’t fight back anymore. All he could manage was some light squirming as he felt his hips slowly being pulled into that warm, slick length. The feeling of the tight, rippling insides hugging against him was intoxicating. His sack and hard length were slowly pulled in as well, being squeezed over tightly as the throbbing only made it worse. Moans getting louder, he tried to do one last ditch effort, trying to look past his debilitating arousal as he reached with his hands to grab at that blunt cock tip. The fingers gripping at the very tip of that unflared cock of his made Heat whinny loudly. He could tell Henrik was trying to escape again, and he couldn’t have that. He focused extra hard, and even gave a slight thrust forward at just the right time as those digits slipped, instead sliding those hands right into his greedy shaft and trapping them there. With how much of the human he had in his shaft, he was already feeling those feet getting into his sack. The sensation of his sack stretching while he continued to devour his prey was one of the best feelings he ever had, unable to help but slightly trot in place and stamp down a hoof as he enjoyed making cock food of the inexperienced adventurer. Still trying to squirm and somehow break free, Henrik was completely out of options. The heat he felt from the hot, hard shaft still swallowing him up didn’t compare to the sensation around his feet. He could feel the thick cum in those balls bathing over his toes, and it quickly started to spread on his feet as his wrists and hips were slurped up with a wet squelch. Henrik gave out an involuntary moan, his shaft dragging along the inside of the pulsing shaft, squeezed and hugged so tightly up against him and the wet insides that he felt like he would cum in too much longer from both the stimulation and the arousal still wracking his body. As much fun as the stallion was having, he didn’t want to drag this out too much longer. Besides, the feeling of those legs slowly filling out his balls was intoxicating, and he couldn’t wait to feel how good it was with his entire prey in there. Starting to flex his cock a bit faster and rougher, his precum spurted out heavily around Henrik’s midsection, easily coating him as he pulled in a lot more of the human with each rough flex of his dick. At the widest he would have to go now, it was getting a lot easier and a lot more pleasurable, with each new pull engulfing more of his prey, and filling out his sack that much more. Head starting to leave the ground, Henrik could only watch with some weak squirms as his chest was being engulfed, and soon wasn’t able to watch at all. Precum gushed out against his body, splattering over his face as only his neck and head were outside the horse cock slurping him in. His entire lower half was being bathed in Heat’s nut slop, more of him being deposited quickly as he felt the tip throbbing and squeezing on his neck. In mere seconds, he felt most of his face pulled into that tip, and with a wet shlick, his vision went black as his head was entirely pulled inside. While he felt the human sliding deeper into his length and slowly into his sack, Heat let out a loud whinny as his stretched out urethra closed tightly again. As much as he wanted to move, he stayed put as his sack continued to stretch and swell larger and heavier. It was almost touching the ground as more of the squirming, wannabe hero was slipping inside. He could even feel some slight squirming and pressing out from inside, waiting a moment before he would start the next step. The stallion wasn’t going to just put Henrik in his balls. Of course he was going to churn him into a massive load. Henrik on the other hand was too exhausted to do anything. The second he was fully pushed into the pool of horse cum inside that sack, he let out a long, muffled moan. He couldn’t help himself, hitting his peak and adding his own meager seed to the pool surrounding him, feeling the soft and fleshy walls already starting to press up against him. It felt like the level of cum around him was getting higher, still helplessly trying to squirm a bit inside. He would keep at it, trying to stop what was happening any way he could, even when a new status effect was placed on him that he knew signaled his end. Digesting. The first powerful clench made the stallion let out a much longer whinny, his sack contracting and squeezing over Henrik in an instant. In that same moment, a third of the human’s HP disappeared, and even more humiliating, he lost five levels. Heavy sounds of churning and sloshing came from that immense ballsack, Heat feeling the power surge through him as he gained experience, but only enough to give him one level. Henrik was not worth that much experience to the much stronger horse. Even as those walls relaxed and the first clench was over, the human just slumped in that tight, hot and wet space. He felt drained and tired, softer and slicker as it seemed like there was a lot more cum around him now. He mustered all he could, pushing his hands up against those walls, only to quickly be pushed back against and clenched over again. The extreme tightness grinded against him, and he couldn’t keep awake. He passed out as he felt himself breaking down into horse cum. Another few moments, Heat relaxed that sack, feeling it softer and weightier. He gave a slight wiggle of his backside, hearing the much louder sloshing from his heavy balls as they swayed between his back legs. That massive horse dick shot out a spurt of precum onto the ground, splattering in front of him and the base of the tree with his arousal. It just felt amazing, and he wasn’t done yet. His prey had lost another third of HP, and now was unconscious. Another five levels drained, the human was now a lowly level five, but soon to be no more. One more heavy, strong clench sealed his fate. Loud glorps and sloshing came from those balls as Henrik’s HP hit zero, his status flickering before changing. His name disappeared, replaced with the name “Horse Cum” with zero HP and stamina, level zero with no abilities or stats. Heat let out a long and deep whinny, feeling satisfied with the outcome, and the pleasure surging through him as he was now level fifty-five for his efforts, and extremely pent up. As good as it felt to have a sack so full and heavy with cum, Heat couldn’t wait to unload. His shaft was rock hard, spurting precum out in thick ropes as he slowly trotted a few paces away from that tree. Finding a fallen log, it was the perfect spot to give himself some pleasure, just enough to blast out what was left of the human all over the ground. The stallion moved to have both legs on either side of the end of the fallen tree, slowly going to reer up and put both of his front hooves on it and slam his dick on top of it with a loud snort. Just that sent shockwaves of pleasure through him, cock spurting precum across the top of the log before he started to thrust wildly on it. Cock sliding across the log roughly, it only took a few thrusts before Heat hit that peak. In the loudest whinny yet, a mind-numbing orgasm coursed through him as his balls tightened up once again. Tip flaring out, his urethra bulged out as it fired like a cannon across the fallen tree’s length, letting out loud splattering as shot after powerful shot erupted from his proud horse dick. It wasn’t just a few shots either. Continuing ropes of cum splattered onto the ground and the log as he came with wild abandon. At times, his length would fatten up a bit more, the flow of seed getting blocked before a bone coated in pearly white cum would fire out and clatter to the ground. They seemed almost spaced out evenly, a massive puddle already pooling on the ground around the log with each new shot added to the hot, sticky mess. It felt like hours to Heat as he emptied the massive load from his nuts, his sack getting smaller and smaller with each shot and each bone fired out. He could feel it starting to wane, each shot feeling smaller and smaller until suddenly something kept him backed up. He felt a very large bulge traveling up his shaft, bulging out the underside as he snorted and nickered loudly. He flexed his pulsing dick, continuing to push it up more and more along his length, until with a loud pop and wet splat it came free. A torrent of cum followed the skull that clattered to the ground, the last of the Henrik-fueled load leaking from his still-hard horse cock. Heat stayed there for a moment, soft pants and loud snorts coming from him as he caught his breath and enjoyed the afterglow of such a strong orgasm. While his balls were empty, they definitely felt larger than before in general, his shaft feeling heavier and thicker as well. It looks like it wasn’t just him that got experience and more stats, but his shaft and sack as well. In fact, taking a peak in his stats he found two new ones, listed as Cock +1 and Balls +1. And he couldn’t wait to raise that more. No longer under the thumb of the stablemaster, and having dealt with the annoying weakling that had essentially freed him, the stallion had a new lease on life. Leaving a massive puddle of hot, thick horse seed on the ground filled with bones and a skull, Heat slowly stepped out into the forest. Eager not just to find a place to stay by himself, but also to find new prey to enjoy. When travelling in the forest south of town, always keep your wits about you. Avoid the white puddles, and always be at the ready. For now it’s Heat’s hunting grounds, and even the finest of heroes and bounty hunters never return from a hunt against the Predator Stallion of the South Woods…