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Behooved Part 3

By Kybal_lutra And SystemDrake

The knight staggered along, leaned over the merchant's shoulders for support. The big strapping mercenary had only been made all the bigger by the changing of his lower half. Now towering over seven feet tall, his waist met what were practically the full hindquarters of a sturdily built horse. Swelling out from his human middle, was a wide fat muscled rump and broad heavy furry flanks. The poor man was anything but sturdy yet on them though. Even leaning heavily on the merchant, he stumbled and wavered on his new powerful tall legs.

Slowly plodding, he moved the strange unfamiliar legs like he had to think about each and every muscle. Flexing his wide slender horse thighs and narrow hocked lower legs, he lifted and placed his huge white hooves carefully and individually. They pawed through thorny bushes and brambles, treading them easily underhoof. His fluffy feathered white socks ruffled over the tall grass. The thick solid chitinous hooves crushed down into the underbrush, crunching leaves and cracking twigs.

He'd become so big and bulky, Peyton could feel the earth tremble slightly under his every step. Walking so close together with him was like being shoulder to shoulder with a big heavy workhorse. Himself being only five and a half feet tall, he could hardly reach much higher than putting his arm around the knight's waist, over his thick muscled ass. The knight needed to bend half over just to have his arm on the man's shoulder.

He had not gotten out unchanged either. The portly merchant had grown a hefty pair of curled horns, wrapping around his face. Through them, poked out flicking long furry ears, swivelling at every little sound and twitching as the air ruffled their fur. Front and center on his face, was his changed nose and slightly pronounced muzzle. He couldn't help but sniff deeply, inhaling the musty brawny scent of the huge half horse knight on his shoulder.

Ahead of them, marched the horseman's cock. Shelton had grown a stallion's towering shaft, bobbing and swaying a full two and a half feet before him. Aching hard and throbbing rigid, it demanded satisfaction. The poor knight groaned, biting at his lip and squirming with the feeling of his huge heavy shaft suspended rigidly out before him and bucking with his heavy plodding paces. Between his broad clenching thighs, wobbled an enormous pair of plump churning furry balls. Each fat testicle was bigger than palm filling, a man would be hard pressed to stretch his hand across even one.

While the half horse-man plodded slowly along next to him, Peyton simply couldn't pull his eyes from the thick member sprouting from between his massive, furred thighs. He'd been staring at it intently ever since he saw it transform from Shelton's previously human cock to the impossible beastly thing it was now. Before any of this happened, he'd have found the idea of lusting after some horse's privates abhorrent, but now, he was drawn to the equine shaft like nothing else he'd ever known.

For the entirety of his life, he'd known himself to prefer women. Though he also knew that for the most part, they hadn't ever seemed to prefer him. But now, he couldn't deny that his own tastes had drastically changed to favour something much more...animalistic. And male. That alone had him shocked to the core, and yet at the same time, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

There seemed to be two conflicting mindsets within him now; one was his human side, the moralistic and conservative values he'd lived his life following. And the other was this new beastly side, a side that cared only for pleasure in the moment--he knew which one seemed to be slowly winning over. The merchant licked his lips and took a few steadying breaths as he trudged forward, his own aching member jutting out from the confines of his pants.

"I'm a freak," Shelton said with a heavy sigh. It was all weighing heavily on him, in addition to the hefty physical mass of his huge swollen muscled ass and bobbing towering fat cock. He glanced to the horned merchant. "You too, to a lesser extent. You lucky bastard." Tipping his head back and briefly closing his eyes, he sighed heavily. "What in the hells are we going to do?"

Peyton shook his head at the question, "I'm... I'm not sure, Shelton. I truly don't know. S'not like I was prepared for this to happen when we set out to come here. Definitely hadn't planned on growing horns today, that's for sure."

He grimaced and reached up to trace the curve of one of his horns, fingers following the hard surface of the growth as they walked. His right ear twitched as his hand brushed past it and he winced at the alien sensation for a moment, still trying to wrap his head around the new changes.

Finally though, after much trekking into the thick wood, they were far enough back off the road to be unbothered and came across a pleasant meadow clearing. It would serve them well enough to make camp.

Peyton knelt, bending down to let the changed half horse knight off. Shelton reached tentatively for the ground, catching it with a steady hand before letting go of the merchant's back. He lowered himself, slow and shaking to the ground. Unsteady on his new legs, the big and fit well-muscled knight had suddenly become as infirm as an old man.

Straightening up, Peyton let out a breath of relief as he stared down at the knight beside him, eyeing his still incredibly hard, twitching member once again. That same feeling of lust flashed through him, warming his skin like sunlight. It made him tingle as he ran his gaze up the thick member, lingering on the medial ring and then stopping at the flared tip which was still leaking a thick stream of clear precum.

Something within him was practically begging him to reach out and touch the horsecock, and for a moment, he felt himself nearly starting to give in. Shelton sighed and Peyton turned his gaze to the other man's face, watching the mixture of heavy emotions playing across it as he sat on the ground.

With a sigh, Peyton managed to shake off the temptation once again. Motioning the knight down to relax, he tossed his head back toward the road and their stuck cart.

"I'll go grab the bedrolls, I'll be right back," he said, unslinging his meagre pack of supplies from his shoulder and tossing them down to the ground beside Shelton. "Don't go anywhere."

Shelton let out a heavy sigh, almost half sounding like a horse's snorting frustrated nicker. The horned merchant turned and headed off back to the road. Shelton planted his hands behind him and leaned back, turning his face to the sky. His eyes still had a stunned stare to them, hardly comprehending what had happened to him.

And then his cock throbbed. Aching pulsing hard, standing tall and rigid from his spread crotch, it stood as high as his head. Looking back down, he came eye to eye with the trembling ruffled flesh of the flat hard flared head. Over six inches thick, the girthy trunk of a rigid dick grew tall and proud from him. It leaned forward as much as he leaned back, mirroring his torso as it stood suspended from his groin. His fat heavy furry balls sprawled out on the cool grass between his open thighs.

His shaft throbbed and ached. The changed knight moaned. He'd never felt such intense clawing demanding lust. He'd never been so consumed by urge. His cock's strength and pull on him had only seemingly increased proportional to its new titanic size. Flushed, his face burned bright red. He grit his teeth, hissing panting breath through them. The yearning was eating away at him from within.

His fat swollen balls churned and groaned, swelling with pressure. Feeling the aching deep in his crotch and down in the root of his cock, he was aching for release. He needed to relieve the pressure.

The knight groaned, tossing back his head in hot burning lusty need. He couldn't hold back any longer. He couldn't resist the cock.

He reached down for it, hand trembling as it stretched out. He'd been avoiding touching it, hoping it was only a figment and that it would soon vanish. Feeling it would make it solid. But with the clawing aching need and the throbbing pulsing pressure, it was already too late. Besides, he could feel the gusting wind blowing over the fat swollen flesh.

He brushed his fingertips over the thick taut flesh. Just the tickling stroke was enough to make him clench his huge thick ass and arch his back. His black hairy tail swished hotly over his big horsey buttocks. Closing his eyes, he let out a long heavy sigh.

Sitting up, he put his hand firmer onto his massive fleshy pole. Wrapping his fingers around the middle of it, he squeezed at the fat swollen flesh. Sinking his fingers into the stallion shaft, he clenched. His back shivered, shaking with what he was ashamed to admit was sinful delight. He shook his head, breathing out a shaking puff. It was so massive, his fingers made it hardly halfway around. He could do little more than clutch at it.

It felt so incredibly good. The gigantic pole sent twitching shivering bolts of white hot sensational pleasure straight down his dick and through his spine. The world around slowly vanished, consumed in bleeding white ecstasy. The knight slipped further. He reached out his other hand, cupping it over the other side of his towering cock. Gripping his new gigantic maleness between both hands, he squeezed tight.

Descending into his beastly lust, the knight started stroking. Pumping both heavy manly hands up and down his towering length of male meat, he curled his fingers, clawing them into his thick dick.

Stroking hard, he rubbed over the thick medial ring, rolling it up and down his hard cock like a wrinkled foreskin. He squeezed his fingers deep into the girthy meat, curling into the fat swollen cock. Increasing his pace, his fingers flew over the huge shaft.

He relaxed his new legs, spreading them out wider and father. He stretched out, laying his big hooves and feathering far out before him. Swishing hotly, his tail lashed madly behind him. His big bloated balls started bucking as his speed of stroking sped up. They wobbled and jerked, bobbing up and down at the base of his massive pole. Their leathery furry sack rolled and brushed over the cool grass under him.

His shoulders fell and he put his head back. His mouth hung open, panting and gasping. Crashing and cascading, the raw surging pleasure washed over him. He snorted and puffed, chest heaving and nostrils flaring.

One hand wandered higher. He reached up to fondle over his swollen flared head. Pinching between a thumb and a forefinger, he stroked tight across the ruffled flesh ringing the flat blunt tip of the stallion shaft.

He spread his fingers out over the flat blunt end of his dick. Stroking, he patted over it. A fingertip pried at the huge thick slit embedded in the end of his dick. His flared tip was so sensitive, shocking him with burst of pleasure.

And then the merchant returned. Peyton stumbled back into the clearing, a heavy bedroll under each arm. His eyes fell across the knight. Once so prim and reserved, now Shelton had completely given in to his changed cock. Legs spread, heavy balls hanging out, and hands buried deep in his shaft, he was pumping heavy and lewd at his new massive inhuman organ.

Peyton watched, eyes wide at the spectacle playing out before him. The knight's hands were clutching themselves around the enormous shaft between his thighs as they stroked up and down. His huge horse balls bucked, practically fanning out their heavenly musky scent.

The horned merchant turned up his head, leaning in. His new nose flared wide at the strong smell, and a wave of euphoria washed over him, causing him to drop the bedrolls to the ground. Freeing up his hands, he reached for his own cock, worming his fingers down his pants to grasp his meagre human shaft. He pulled at his cock, moaning lewdly as he stood and jerked himself off to the sight of Shelton doing the same.

Head back and moaning aloud to the heavens, Shelton hadn't noticed Peyton returning. Even if he had, the pleasure in the moment was so much, he might not have even cared. Even from across the clearing, Peyton could see the fat heavy stallion cock pulsing and throbbing. It stiffened and jerked, flared head trembling and thick cumslit winking.

Fishing his cock out of his pants, Peyton worked his beltline down his hips to free his shaft. Eyes closed, he winced slightly at the intense pleasure blooming in his groin, more intense than he'd felt before. It was as if seeing Shelton give into his primal side triggered something within his own mind, and he groaned in pleasure at the other man's indulgence.

Moaning hotly, Shelton glanced down to look over his massive trembling cock. Instead, he found Peyton. Frowning, he looked over the merchant pumping away at his own cock. The knight sneered, briefly angry at him. But it dawned on him that his own hands were mashed into his own huge swollen cock, and he'd just been doing even worse out in the open just waiting for him to return.

Shelton moved to let go. It was hard to pull his hands off his towering cock, almost like they were stuck. Though only due to his own need, it was difficult to give it up. Prying his hands away, he practically ripped them off his thick swollen meat. He whined a little, gritting his teeth.

"Hey... uh... Peyton!" he shouted out. His voice was sharp, not particularly angry, but more just frustrated.

The merchant opened his eyes instantly, hand frozen around his human cock as he looked across the small meadow to the knight. Staring at him, Peyton gulped and then licked his lips as he slowly let go of his shaft, a few drops of pre falling from the tip as he stood there in the woods with his pants around his ankles. He wished that he could say he felt embarrassed, but nothing about the situation made him feel that way. All he did was look at his companion, eyes flicking between his face and his massive horsecock.

The knight reached back, scratching at his neck. His other hand was clawing into the grass to resist flying back to his cock. His breathing quickened, panting. His dick throbbed and ached. He clenched his teeth.

"Uh... how about... how about you go find some water?" he asked.

Peyton stared at Shelton for a few moments, eyeing the flared tip of his massive equine cock as it continued to leak a veritable river of pre on the ground in front of the knight. But then, with a sigh, the merchant nodded and knelt, picking up the bedspreads he'd gotten from the cart and depositing them next to Shelton.

His face was mere inches from the trembling aching hot radiating towering cock. The fat flared head seemed to stare at him, slit winking and ruffled ringing ridge of flesh trembling. He took a shaky breath, breathing deep of its salty tangy scent. But he finally glanced away with a sigh.

"I'll... be a few minutes then," he said softly, his voice carrying a sort of disappointment to it.

Peyton stared back at the horsecock bobbing in front of him and then looked up at Shelton. The knight obviously wanted him to leave so he could finish up his... business. But something within the merchant was pleading with him to stay and watch. His nose flared again as he took in the knight's intoxicating scent once more, filling his body with an intense warmth and pleasure throughout.

He wished he could tell the other man what he wanted, what his body was now craving. But he couldn't bring himself to do it just yet. He'd have to wait.

With his gaze lingering on Shelton, he slowly backed away from the knight, giving him one last look before he turned away and walked off towards the cart again.

Shelton watched the man go, his chest heaving. Grinding his teeth, he fought to hold off until he was at least some distance away. Finally, he could take it no longer. The clawing aching lust tore at him. He couldn't hold off any longer. His huge horse shaft needed to be used. His balls needed to spill their hot churning seed. He needed release.

He slapped his hands once again to his towering rigid shaft. Clenching his hands in harder and tighter, he picked right up where he left off. Throbbing and bobbing, his cock happily welcomed back the pleasure. He pumped hard at the massive thing, jerking hard with it clutched between his palms.

Clenching his ass, he thrust up into his clenching grip. He grunted and snorted, puffing as flexed up into his tight palms. Slowly, the pleasure was less the driving force more than the burning aching need. He was a beastly stud in rut, mindlessly working his shaft for desperate release.

Slapping, his hands pumped over his massive dick. The taut flesh smacked under his pawing clawing fingers. His balls bounced, heavy and churning, as they slapped up and down on the ground. Limp and spread, his thick leathery furry sack flared, flattening out over the ground and teasing up as he drew his hands along his tall cock.

He may have waited until Peyton was out of sight to restart, but that huge column of male flesh and his bloated heavy balls made a noisy lusty racket. The slapping and flapping echoed subtly through the woods. Peyton's large furry ears though caught every scintillating lewd detail from the noise, twitching and twisting as they turned to catch every little sound. Shelton started moaning and groaning, completely unrestrained in his loud self love.

Peyton stopped dead when Shelton let loose a particularly lewd hot gasping moan, the merchant's long slender ears flicking back as far as they could to zero in on the source. His human cock ached and throbbed between his legs and with a soft moan of his own. Briefly fighting, he tried to make himself continue forward. The continuing lusty racket behind him just kept on tempting him though.

Steadily wearing him down, he listened more and more eagerly to the lewd uproar of the self pleasuring knight. Peyton grit his teeth and furrowed his brow, fighting hard. Finally he just couldn't resist and turned back. Creeping slowly, he carefully stepped through the underbrush.

Sneaking forward, Peyton moved behind the closest tree he could find. Slowly, he leaned out to the side, peeking around it, until he could see Shelton laying there on the ground. Horsecock in both hands as he pulled at the giant shaft, heavy balls wobbling, the knight furiously pleasured his huge towering dick. His equine legs were moving and shifting around in front of him as he pleasured himself.

Every few seconds, another moan or sharp intake of breath came from the knight. Peyton watched all of it, eagerly eyeing up the massive shaft as he pulled his own out of his pants once more and began to quietly jerk himself off. He bit his lip, stifling pleasured moans of his own so as not to interrupt his show.

Shelton grunted and snorted, puffing in time with his hard heavy strokes. Bending down, Shelton practically hunched over his massive throbbing shaft. Doubled over, he jacked his giant dick like his life depended on it. That huge two and a half foot cock was so massive, it was too much fat rigid meat for one man. Even with both hands, he could hardly handle the unwieldy thing.

Bent down, the half horse knight's massive fleshy pole rose right up passed his shoulder. To help his pawing hands quench the beastly dick's fiery lust, he leaned his head into it. The knight was mashing his fat swollen horse cock into his cheek. Nodding, he nuzzled his strong stubbled jaw over some of his turgid towering cock. He moaned aloud, gasping as he ruffled the fleshy flare of his dick's blunt tip with his scratching unshaven cheek.

It made it shockingly clear how massive his giant horse cock was. All he needed to do to bring his head and its side by side, was slightly hunch over. Pressing the engorged dick against his face showed off how the flat tip of the flared stallion prick was almost half the size of the knight's head. The massive shaft of the dick was half the width of the man's thick muscled neck.

Watching from the bushes, Peyton couldn't help but wish Shelton would just lick his massive beastly member. Of course the peeping merchant wanted to get his own mouth on that fat juicy cock. Out and throbbing aching hard, the merchant stroked at his own still human cock, enjoying the hot wild view.

Peyton licked at his lips. He couldn't shake the thought of what the knight was doing just across the small meadow, and the merchant's mind was still conjuring up all the impossibly lewd things they could be doing with each other. It was like he was entirely fixated on the massive horsecock between the other man's legs and the growing pleasure between his own.

Those thoughts would've been quickly discarded before, but now... now he couldn't possibly think of anything else. He wanted to get his tongue and lips onto that meaty monster. Peyton couldn't stop himself from salivating. He wanted to lick and kiss and suck at that magnificent member. He had to taste it. That same sweat that gave off that heavenly musk that so tempted his nose would have to be heaven on his tongue. He wanted to probe that wide flaring slit set in the fat blunt head of the stallion cock.

The sight of the knight rubbing that huge slab of fat meat all over his face made the merchant jealous. His own erection throbbing between his thighs was nothing compared to the monster sprouting from the knight's crotch. Peyton rubbed his human cock through his pants despite himself, his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth, eyes glazed and half-lidded with pleasure as his imagination ran wild with thoughts of pleasure.

It was clear the knight was having the same thoughts. As he stroked and pumped and nuzzled at his massive towering pillar of flesh, Shelton licked his own lips. Pressing out his firm muscled chest hot and wantonly, he smacked his wet lips. Rubbing his nose into the rigid swollen horsecock in his hands, his mouth and flicking tongue came so close. His hot breath rippled so pleasantly over the taut swollen flesh of his cock.

But the reserved knight held back at the last moment. He wouldn't fall into such temptations. Biting his lip and turning his head sharply away, he leaned back. Closing his eyes and furrowing his brow, Shelton reminded himself this was only to relieve a baser need. He wasn't supposed to enjoy this so. He focused just on his hands. He forced himself to think only about stroking. He just wanted to get himself off so the massive beastly meat would leave him be. That was all.

Peyton couldn't help but whine, cruelly denied the show of watching the knight suck and slurp his own prodigious cock. He wanted so badly to get his own lips on that dick, but watching Shelton do it would have been the next best thing. Now he wouldn't even have that. He'd have to content himself with drawing in the thick rich manly scent of the man's stallion equipment and watching him desperately jerk off his towering quivering spire of cock.

Curling his fingers, Shelton dug them in deep and pounded his huge meat fast. Grinding his teeth and putting back his head, he whined for it to be over. He prayed for the sinful beastly lust to leave him be. And yet he couldn't help but lick his lips delectably. His squeezing fingers sunk so deep into that swollen fat flesh. And the pleasure was almost unbelievable. He was sure he would relive this that night in his dreams. The searing ecstasy made sure the moment was burned into his mind.

Finally, his huge furry balls tightened. Drawing up close, they visibly slid across the grass, pulling tight to his huge horse thighs. Gripping tight, Shelton slammed his hands down his massive cock. Tensing, his huge flank and thighs thrust him up into his grip. His whole body went tight for one last hard pounding hump.

Peyton had a perfect view of it all and watched with wide eyes, beating his cock furiously at the spectacle before him. He dare not look away, not wanting to miss a moment of the other man's intense pleasure. The merchant let out a muffled moan as he watched the knight tense up, his lower half bulging with muscle under furry skin as his orgasm approached.

The knight's massive horsecock rippled, swelling up from the base as his seed welled up from his massive balls. Such racking pleasure crossed Shelton's face, it looked like he was being raptured in bliss. His hands practically vibrated, tensing over the base of his giant swaying dick. The cock flexed, rising to stand just a bit straighter for a moment before bobbing back down. It nodded a while, orgasm slowly working its way up its great length.

His slit spread wide, forced open by the jet of hot cum surging up his cock. It was hard to believe, but his cockhead's ruffled fleshy flare swelled to spread even wider. Pearly milky white cum erupted from his giant cock in a thick jet. The towering column of mottled black and pink shot forth a surging blasting spray of seed.

That huge quivering flexing horsecock sprayed out such gallons of cum. Sprinkling up, it came raining back down as a shower of warm seed. Some of the first heavy thick droplets splattered over the man's chest and face. A pregnant dollop splattered right into Shelton's open gasping mouth.

Peyton watched in awe as the massive horsecock erupted with seed, the entire length swelling as a blast of hot cum shot out of the flaring tip. The white blast of thick, hot seed shot up into the air for a moment before arcing down and hitting the knight square in the face.

What surprised him was the sheer volume of cum that was released from the knight's erupting horsecock, something that would put any ordinary man to shame. Unable to help himself, the merchant moaned lewdly, not caring if Shelton heard him or not. All he could manage to think about was lapping up the seed off the other man's now sopping face as he beat himself off furiously, his own pleasure mounting quickly between his legs.

Panting for breath, the knight practically inhaled it. Just a drop from his huge blasting surging load was enough to almost fill his mouth. Instantly, he tasted the potent salty seed. He closed his eyes, shielding them from the spray. On the other hand, he didn't immediately take action for his mouth full of thick heady cum.

For just a moment, he savoured the salty fluid on his tongue and lips. But it took only a moment for him to return to his senses. Sputtering, Shelton spat. Almost retching, he coughed and choked out the thick cum. The taste was still irreparably soaked into his mouth though. No matter how much he scraped his tongue on his teeth, he could still taste the potent salty load.

The knight turned away and leaned back. He managed to avoid getting struck by the third or fourth heavy blast. As his cock flexed into another bucking jerk, he pushed the fat meaty shaft away from him. Mashing his hands into the top of the thick meat, he forced the spasming cock to point out rather than directly at him.

Now, the giant surging cumming cock was aimed like a cannon out into the meadow. The next hard spurt blasted out, like a catapult launching a wet gooey glob of seed. It erupted with such force, it crossed almost half the meadow before splashing over the grass. It left a modest puddle of pearly white cum.

Peyton moaned low at the sight of the other man's release splattering across the forest floor in waves. The launched geyser of seed spraying from the surging cock almost made it halfway to him. Wafting on the air, it seemed to purposefully send him its scent. The wet salty moist smell was so delectable to his changed nose and acted like a lightning rod of pleasure to his aching cock.

The horseman's cock continued to surge, sending out thick wet ribbons of cum to drizzle across the grassy meadow. Bucking and flexing, the jerking cock tossed streaming drippy strands of heavy gooey seed.

Finally it started to slack. Each burst came with less force and volume. The aching hard horsecock relaxed a little, dipping its flared head forward. As though it was a player finishing a great performance, it took its final bow. It was almost as though it knew it had an audience.

The wide spread slit kept drooling cum, letting a little stream of it drip from his fleshy flare and splash down onto his furry balls. Beads of cum, thick heavy drops, slowly smeared down the huge furry sack covering his massive bloated balls before finally pooling under him.

Peyton's eyes were locked onto the still sputtering horsecock between the knight's bulging thighs, thick drops of cum flowing out of the flaring tip. The merchant was rapidly pulling at his own cock as he let his gaze roam over the other man, and his orgasm was quickly building up as he watched the cum-soaked man across the meadow.

Biting his bottom lip to try and stifle his groan of pleasure, Peyton shuddered as he felt his balls tighten and his cock flare in his grasp. The hand down his pants flew quicker and quicker over his length until he couldn't hold back any more. With one last pump and another lewd moan, he felt his balls release their seed. The thick cum spurting out of his human cock was pitiful compared to Shelton's monster horsecock.

The merchant let the waves of pleasure crash over him again and again, each one feeling more powerful than the last. He bent his head down and let out another groan, but this time, it came out more like a strangely pleasured bleat.

Almost instinctively, he leaned forward and started rubbing one of his curled horns against the tough bark of the tree as his shaft flared and shot out more cum than it ever had before. The orgasmic sensation ran up his length and throughout his body like a flash, and he shuddered at the strange feeling of intense, white hot pleasure forming near the base of his newly grown horns.

Slowly tottering down, the knight's horsecock started lowering itself. Flexing with the pulse of his racing heart, it dropped two inches before weakly lifting one. Stepping down, his long fleshy tube of an organ draped down over his huge stretched furry scrotum.

Panting and heaving with breath, Shelton collapsed back against the tree behind him. Exhausted and spent, the horse-sized orgasm had taken a lot out of the man. Even so fit and strong, his stamina had been completely used.

Sprawling limp, his shoulders fell around the tree, only just held up by the trunk against his spine. His arms laid out on the ground and his horse legs went flat. He looked like a ragdoll. The only bit of him that he could still move was his chest, rising with gasping breath to try and catch himself. Not only was he exhausted though, he was also basking in the afterglow. The residual pleasure kept him awash in bliss.

Going limp, his cock drooped down over his nutsack, dropping his flared head into the puddle of cum on the grass before him. His long hairy tail flicked and swished behind him. The knight's head fell forward and slumped down. Briefly opening his eyes, he saw his massive changed body and the copious sea of cum before him. Letting his eyes slip back closed, he sighed and shook his head. He laid his head back and rest against the tree.

Peyton tried his best to steady himself as he stood up straight, his body still twitching all over in post-orgasmic bliss. He ran a hand through his shaggy hair, tracing his fingers around the edge of his horn and furry ear. Glancing back to Shelton, he eyed the impressive figure now slumped against a tree, covered in cum and breathing deeply.

The heady musk that now permeated the air of the meadow was filling his lungs with every breath he took, causing his sensitive nose to twitch, his mind filling with an almost hazy sort of lust. Even after his own orgasm, it was like he was even more horny than ever before. He moaned at the fleeting pleasure that seemed to recede back into his cock, which remained half hard in his damp, cum-covered pants.

The merchant shook his head slightly, the weight of his new horns all but forgotten. He took a deep breath and slowly turned to head and get the water he'd promised Shelton he'd return with.

As the knight napped, his long snaking cock slowly started slipping back into his leathery sheath. The dark black first half of his new dick was the first to tuck away, withdrawing to take his cock's medial ring. Slinking back across his furry scrotum, the pink end of his dick and flared head wandered away back to its new leathery sack of a home. With a final little slurp, his plump floppy sheath took in his ruffled fleshy blunt cockhead. Tucked away, his sheath slightly closed, stowing his cock until it was next needed.

Once he'd caught his breath, Shelton finally lifted his head. Reaching up, he wiped off his face and shoulders. Flicking his hands, he cast away the thick masses of cum. Then he just sat there, defeated. The knight shook his head to himself again. He tried not to think about how his whole mouth still tasted of his potent salty cum.

As he approached the meadow, sloshing pail full of water hung in his hands, Peyton couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. That same intoxicating musk returned more powerfully than ever as he neared the small clearing, and his eyes instantly zeroed in on the source.

The knight was still sitting against the same tree. Though his cock was tucked away, his big furry balls were still casting out their powerful enticing manly musk. Additionally, the meadow was speckled with his splattered half drying cum. The scent of strong beastly sex was so pervasive, his nose could hardly ignore it.

Tipping his head back, Peyton couldn't resist taking a few sniffs with his twitching snout. Just the smell in the air was enough to put a smile on his face. Letting his eyes slip closed, he briefly daydreamed about that massive horsecock and its surging erupting load.

The merchant's footsteps crunched over the grass and brush. Shelton glanced up. He met the merchant's eyes with a sorry weary frown. Still crestfallen and exhausted, the poor knight looked like he'd been through a rough row. The man obviously wasn't in as good of spirits as Peyton was about all this. The knight also keenly noticed that he'd sprinkled half the meadow with his thick white cum. Shelton blushed and shied his eyes. Moving a hand, he tried to cover up some of his huge horse package, in a weak attempt to preserve some modesty.

Peyton stood awkwardly at the edge of the space for a moment, trying his best to take the sight in before he shook his head, cleared his throat, and stepped forward.

"Water," he said softly, moving next to the knight and kneeling down as he placed the pail beside him. He was silent for a few seconds before he looked over at Shelton, watching the man's face for a hint of how he was feeling.

The knight was sullen and broken. Shoulders down, head hunched, eyes sunken, in utmost he looked despondent. With a sigh and weary nod of thanks, he cupped his hands into the offered water and took a drink.

Swishing it through his teeth, he tried desperately to wash out the taste of his copious salty seed. One drink wasn't enough to completely rid it from his tongue. He took another. Swallowing hard, he gulped down a mouthful. Finally, all that was left of the saltiness was a vanishing trace. He could ignore it, even if he couldn't get the memory out of his mind.

"I... are you alright?" the merchant finally asked.

The question hung in the air between them both as a gentle breeze blew through the meadow.

Head and shoulders down, Shelton just sighed and shook his head. "Just fucking great," he huffed.

Flinching, he bit his lip and held his tongue. He didn't want to start a fight right now. He wasn't angry with the man even. The knight was just frustrated. He glanced up, meeting the merchant's eyes.

Again Shelton sighed and shook his head. "What are we going to do? I can't live like this!"

Peyton was silent as he stared at the man at his feet, running his eyes over the huge horse half of his companion with a sense of wonder and lust. Slowly, he sighed and turned around to look away, his cock already hardening between his legs to his shame. But then suddenly, the merchant realized... he wasn't ashamed. He felt strangely good, all things considered.

Furrowing his brow, he turned back around to face the knight and looked down at him for a few moments before he spoke. "I don't know, Shelton. I don't have any answers. I just...." he paused and bit his lip as he looked over the knight's body once again, feeling his cock filling out in his pants, the tent now extremely obvious. He smirked to himself and continued, "At least it hasn't been painful, right? These changes. They feel, well, sort of good, don't you think?"

Shelton's brow furrowed and he grimaced. What Peyton said obviously struck a wrong chord with him. Opening his mouth to reply, he looked up. The knight's eyes stopped at the merchant's crotch though. He saw the obvious bulge of Peyton's cock, straining against his pants.

Peyton knew he was caught, but the part of him that would've been embarrassed seemed to have been erased from his mind. Instead, the knowledge that Shelton had seen his erection only made him more excited. The same lewd thoughts that had filled his mind before were quickly returning.

The knight's glare grew even more intense and he gnashed his teeth. "Are you fucking getting off on this still? Peyton! I'm a fucking freak! You are too! If we go into town, they'll call us demons! I couldn't even pretend to be human," he hissed. "You even look the part!"

But for all the knight's protests, it was clear at least somewhere in his mind part of him agreed with the merchant's words. The memory of the blinding hot pleasure returned to the forefront of his thoughts. His sheath stirred, cock shifting inside. His balls flexed, heavy testicles bobbing a little in his furry sack. His leathery sheath flared open a little, the blunt pink head of his huge cock starting to poke out.

Peyton locked his eyes onto Shelton's and glared at him, the sudden rage still filling his body as he clenched his fists tightly.

"I know, Shelton! Don't you think I already understand what this means for me? For you?" the merchant said louder than he meant to, his entire body feeling like it was suddenly flush with anger from his toes to his horns. His voice sounded deeper as he spoke, almost like it was filled with an energy coming from deep inside himself. "This isn't at all how I wanted any of this to turn out! But now that we've changed, there's nothing we can do about it until we know for sure that it's finished!"

Shelton met his glare, matching his intensity. They both opened their mouths to continue arguing, but it was the merchant who spoke first. Shelton, still unsure what to say or think, let the man speak.

"We're stuck out here until we know we won't change anymore. No one's going to find us and we've got enough stock here for at least a few more days." Peyton tapped his foot on the forest floor and let out a sigh as he started to finally feel his anger begin to ebb.

The merchant briefly touched to the bridge of his nose, grimacing. Under his fingers, he couldn't help but feel how his whole face had changed. The bridge of his nose now ran into his short blunted almost muzzle.

"Look, we don't know what's going to happen and we sure as hell don't know why it started. But the best plan is to stay put, right here, until it's stopped. And after that, we can figure out what to do." Peyton stopped as he felt the reddish tinge of anger dissipate almost instantly from him once he finished talking. Now, his emotions seemed to be eager to spike up at any moment, like back when he was a younger man.

Slowly, he closed his eyes and stood stock still for a moment. These changes couldn't have come at a worse time, and yet they were changing things about him that he found... he didn't miss at all. It had felt good to get angry, just like it felt good to openly stare at Shelton's huge horsecock. It was enough to put a slight smile back on his face as he slowly turned and glanced over at the other man.

With another sigh, he crouched down and sat opposite the changed knight, starring over at him as he waited for him to speak.

"And what if we can't do anything about it once it's done?" Shelton finally asked. "What if once it's done it's permanent?" He matched the merchant's eyes. "You're right we don't know fucking anything about this! I'm not going to sit here just hoping it's all going to be alright." But in the end, he just fell silent, unable to offer any other ideas.

"Well, if it does turn out to be permanent, at least you'll have the biggest fucking cock any man has ever had in the history of the world," Peyton said with a twitch of a smile as he looked over at his companion.

The knight was far less admiring of his changed body than his merchant friend. Hardly entertained by the merchant's joke, Shelton's face went dark. He wasn't into this. He wasn't enjoying it. He wasn't mad at Peyton. The knight was just scared.

"There's got to be a way to undo this right?" Shelton asked, trying to hold back a little waver in his voice. He sneered down at his huge horse legs and massive beastly package with a heavy huff.

Peyton reached up to run his fingers over his horns and feel the soft fur of his newly changed ears as the twitched under his touch. At the same time, his gaze roamed the massive, fur covered muscles that Shelton now sported along his lower equine half, that same feeling of lustful need instantly coming over him again.

He knew Shelton didn't agree but... something about this felt so right. The changes to the knight only seemed to make him more attractive to the merchant, and he found himself wanting to give in and find out what else about the both of them would change next. Was it so wrong to think that? Or was this simply part of his own change? The loss of his humanity?

Either way, Peyton couldn't help but feel eager for more, though from the way Shelton was looking down at himself, the knight absolutely didn't agree with him. Maybe that would change in time.

The knight finally just shook his head and turned away. "Let's... I'm tired. Let's just get some sleep."

He tossed his head to the bags Peyton had grabbed from the cart. There should be some blankets and bedrolls to get them comfortable for the night. He asked for something without saying a word. Glancing down to his legs he frowned, still not trusting them.

The merchant felt crestfallen at the seemingly dismissive nature of the other man, but he didn't want to push too hard against what Shelton was dealing with. He'd changed much more than the merchant had, for now at least, and maybe a bit of space was the best thing for him.

Peyton looked over the man beside him for a few moments. Maybe it was only the change, though he preferred to think it was partly what they'd been through together, but he found himself wanting to get to improve his relationship with the hired knight. He wanted to get closer to him. Get closer to that body....

Peyton nodded with a frown. Alright, the change probably had quite a bit of influence over his feelings in that specific matter, though he couldn't deny how much he felt it was true.

But the knight wanted to call an end to the evening now. The merchant just found himself unable to argue though he wanted to. Shelton just needed some time. Certainly there didn't seem to be anything he could say to help him along.

So Peyton stood and unpacked the bedding. He tossed a roll and blankets to the knight who was still leaning on the tree for support. His massive stallion legs sprawled out limp before him, he was acting almost as though they were broken.

They spread out their travel bedding and laid down for some sleep. Both of their minds were still swirling with thoughts though, it would take an eternity to relax enough to sleep. While Shelton shook his head to himself, trying to think what he could do, Peyton was thinking mostly about Shelton.

The merchant couldn't shake the image of the man with huge horse hindquarters. The picture of Shelton pleasuring that massive horsecock was burned into his mind. It was the only thing he could see when he closed his eyes. The manly musky scent was still heavy in the air, made all the more potent by the copious cum coating the meadow.

Grunting and huffing, Shelton shifted himself along the ground, crawling over to the bedding he laid out. Immediately, he found even more difficulties with his new body: He simply couldn't get comfortable.

First, the man rolled onto his side, turning his back and flicking horse tail to the merchant. With his massive hindquarters though, he couldn't lay flat. His huge hips were much wider than his waist. It left his spine kinked uncomfortably over onto the bedroll.

Of course, it did nothing but give Peyton a good and full view of the knight's huge horse ass. The awkward position only further made clear how big and plump his furry rump was. His swishing tail flicked over his puffy clenched dark fleshy asshole.

Rolling onto his back, Shelton only flinched in pain, crushing his tail under him. Grunting and hissing, he suddenly arched his back up to free his hurt tail. The thrust made his huge furry balls flap up, slapping them down on his broad beastly thighs, again only giving Peyton more of a show.

Even despite the tail, the knight's huge ass presented the same problem as his hips. His back was left twisted and contorted. Puffing with frustration, he tried only a moment to get comfortable. Tensing his thighs and rolling his hips, he jerked himself around trying to find a way to lay his new body. It was no use though.

So he had only one option left. Shelton rolled onto his front. He found it comfortable, but quickly found it to be maybe a little too comfortable. His huge furry testicles settled down into the soft bedding. His plump thick sheath was pressed into the cloth by his bulky body. He drew in a sharp breath.

Shelton moaned, biting at his lip. The sensation made his sheath jiggle and stir. Inside, his cock was slowly starting to grow hard again. Closing his eyes, he groaned. Then, almost without his input, his thighs flexed and his hips rolled. Before he even realized what he was doing, he was humping his bedding.

Gritting his teeth and grunting, the knight started huffing and puffing. Rocking his massive horse groin into the bedroll, he arched his back and closed his eyes. There was so much hot furry flesh, eager and ready to be used. Heavy giant balls bucking and jerking, they rubbed on the soft fabric. His plump thick leathery sheath was getting even more pleasure.

The merchant bit back a moan as he eyed his companion beside him as he ground lewdly into his bedding. Shelton was breathing deeply in and out as he violated the soft pad underneath him, causing Peyton to feel the all too familiar hardness between his legs building up again. The sound and smell was certainly going to make it hard, very hard, for him to get to sleep at all, let alone forget about just how incredibly horny he was feeling. Mere feet from him, the changed horseman was getting into fucking his bedding.

Shelton just sighed and groaned. Grinding his teeth and clenching his eyes, he shook his head to himself. It felt so good, but he was already exhausted. He didn't want to go through this all over again. His body, cock, and balls seemed to be all for it though.

After summoning a little resolve though, Shelton was able to wrest control back from his horny rutting stallion lower half. He forced himself to roll to his side, breaking off his meaty humping of the battered bedroll.

As awkward and uncomfortable as it was, he laid half on his side. Just trying to avoid letting his aching needy cock meet the soft fuckable bedding, he'd have to put up with it. Clasping his hands and arms around his head, he just tried to shut out the whole world. He didn't want to think about his changed body, his horse half, or especially his new inhuman male assets.

On his side, he didn't even realize he'd turned his genitals right to the poor assailed merchant. Rolling over, the huge furry horse balls wobbled up and slapped down. Peyton had a good view of the horseman's wobbling thick plump leathery sheath. The blunt flat pink head of his huge cock was just peeking out.

Peyton moaned softly as he reached down to rub at the erection bobbing between his thighs. As much as he wanted to give in, he knew doing so right now wouldn't be the best course of action for either of them. Instead, he laid down on his bedding and covered himself with the blankets as the sounds of the forest began to lull him to sleep. His hand remained on his aching cock, slowly rubbing up and down as he began to drift into unconsciousness across from the knight.

Somehow Shelton managed to find some peace. Oblivious to the merchant laying beside him, the knight let his eyes slip closed and he started to drift to sleep. His pure exhaustion was enough to let him get some rest despite his painful position.

For all of the eventfulness of the day, the night passed without incident. They were deep enough in the woods to avoid getting spotted by people passing along the road. And perhaps the scent of strong stallion sex soaking the clearing was enough to discourage animals from interrupting their sleep.

Shelton awoke with a groan and a grunt. His back was killing him from the night, twisted down from his huge thick furry hips and sprawled out onto the bedroll. It was like he'd slept lying over a fallen log. Reaching over, he cupped at the small of his back.

Flexing and stretching, he tried to work out the kinks. He rolled his head and tugged at his neck. To Peyton though, the man's moaning and groaning sounded awfully sexual. The merchant gave a groan as he shifted slightly on his bedding, turning to his left and finding one of his horns digging into the soft, springy material he was laying on. Wincing as he pulled away, he sat up straight. Letting out a large yawn, he glanced over at the knight who was stretching out and popping joints all over his body from a night of uneasy sleep.

Peyton watched eagerly as each muscle under Shelton's furry pelt seemed to flex and bulge for a few seconds. The merchant's cock had remained hard through the entire night from the constant smell of stallion musk. Now the still human dick bobbed obviously in between his chunky thighs as he watched the display of naked power being put on by the waking knight.

Shelton seemed thoroughly disappointed, as though he'd been hoping this would all be gone when he awoke. Looking down, his eyes fell across his massive horse half and he let out a heavy sigh. With a bit of a snort, his tail swished over his huge rump.

Of course his cock was standing rigid tall. The gigantic stallion dick hanging from his front seemed determined to give him no peace. Red hot and hard, the huge male shaft was like a steel pole up his front.

Flopped down, the giant meaty spear lay over his chest and across his arm. The fleshy ruffled flare on the flat blunt head was spread out, swollen full just above his shoulder. The warmth of his massive dick radiated right against his buff body. It was almost big enough to his to hug it to his body and embrace like a pillow.

His huge plump furry balls hung over his thick beastly thigh, dangling almost to lay on the bedding. They practically seemed to be churning, turning out a fresh batch of cum for his morning load.

Shelton hadn't covered up the whole night. He'd simply never felt the need to. Plenty warm as it was, his body seemed to be comfortable exposed to the night air. At most, his thick horse thighs shivered and shook a little. Fluffing up his coarse brown fur, his horse half managed to keep itself warm. The stallion in him warmed up enough to keep even the human half of him from needing more heat through the cold night.

Uncovered, the knight's stud horse package was on full display for the merchant. It was the best chance Peyton had so far to admire the fleshy monster so close in its full glory, so he took the opportunity. Committing the sight to memory, he forced himself to look at every blotch of marbled skin and every vein, running his eyes from the plump testicles hanging in Shelton's furry sack all the way up to the impossibly flared tip that was now leaking a steady stream of precum from its wide hole.

Rubbing hard at his face and still moaning with dull ache, Shelton shook himself awake. Still groggy and sluggish from his poor sleep, he wouldn't be getting up quickly. His horse tail flicked and swished over his huge heavy rump.

The knight sat up, fighting with his sore back. Lifting himself to sit on his massive plump rump, his cock came bobbing happily up to sway out before him. The huge heavy horse testicles wobbled between his legs, flopping to settle into their new position as he sat. He looked over the huge suspended log of swollen flesh with a groan. He bit his lips at the feeling of pressure building in his balls.

Two and a half feet of obscene swollen horsecock hung before him. It was all his. Throbbing, aching, yearning for release, the dick urged him to make use of it. Gritting his teeth, Shelton ran fingers through his hair and massaged at his temples. He didn't know how he was going to deal with this.

Sniffing, the knight noticed the smell. Peyton's nose had gotten the whiff long ago of course. While the merchant took the scent in as a strong, sexy musk of a big beastly stud of a stallion, to the human nose, it just smelled like horse.

"Fuck," Shelton grunted, puffing out at the beastly scent of his own body. He glanced over to the merchant. "Hey, Peyton, are you awake?"

The mostly human merchant grunted and shifted on his bedroll as he stared over at the half-horse knight, "Mmhm. I'm up. Hard not to be at this point."

"You found water yesterday right? Was there enough to bathe in?"

"Yeah, sure. The stream isn't far from here. Just a little ways to the East. I can still hear the water from here, actually." The merchant turned to his right and felt his ears swivel on either side of his head, pinpointing the slight sound of rushing water coming from afar.

Shelton fixed him with a funny look. "You can still?..." he started. His eyes went up to the merchant's head and found his flicking furry long ears. "Oh," the knight said with a frown. He nodded. "Okay."

"It's... strange. But I think I could probably find my way there with my eyes closed. The smell is still strong too." The merchant closed his eyes and sniffed the air a few times, his ears twitching as he found the clean, open scent of the stream again.

The knight blushed and glanced away. "Great," he muttered, scratching at the back of his neck. "I smell terrible," he grunted, not realizing his musk had been enticing Peyton like a fly to honey all this time.

"A-actually, you smell... ah, nevermind." The merchant looked over at the knight with a slight grin but shook his head to dismiss the thought. There wouldn't be much use in starting off the new day where the last one had ended.

Shelton glanced at him, but frowned and remained quiet. "Yeh. Well, come on, I need to wash."

The knight put his hands on his huge thick stallion thighs. He shivered and cringed, still not used to the feeling of fur under his hands, or the feeling of hands on his fur. Pushing himself up, he got to his hooves.

He managed it with much more grace than he had before. Quickly and easily, he rose up. Planting his huge white hooves, he got himself solid footing and simply stood. It was as though his body had relearned how to move while he slept. Now, instead of stumbling and ungainly, he was moving powerfully and purposefully.

Peyton was left below, watching as the now gigantic man towered over him. More than seven feet tall, Shelton was a giant. His always toned body now sat atop his huge horse flank and rump. Those long slender legs held him up like stilts. His thick furry fetlocks ruffled in the wind.

And hanging right out over the merchant, was the massive two and a half foot stallion cock. Like the bough of a mighty oak, the huge thick thing swayed slowly, suspended to its full aching hard length. The two massive furry testicles, each only just shy of the size of Peyton's head, hung just above his eye's level, wobbling in their loose leathery sack.

The horned merchant gazed up in awe at the impressive sight before him and felt his heart beating faster and faster in his chest as he watched the knight move about the small clearing with an ease he hadn't possessed yesterday. It was almost like he was getting used to his new body now, causing Peyton's aching cock to practically beg for attention beneath the blankets that covered his lap.

Shelton looked down at himself, watching his working legs with a little surprise. After the clumsy disaster of yesterday, he hadn't expected to find it so easy. He took a step, smoothly lifting and moving a huge heavy hoof. It slammed down to the ground and he was steady and free to take another step.

Testing himself, he walked in a little circle, pacing to get accustomed to his new legs. He hardly even realized how he put on a show for the awestruck merchant. His huge furry thighs were rippling fields of flexing clenching muscle. The wide mass of his furry rump tensed and tightened. Peyton could even see the meaty sphincter of his horse ass tightening through his pacing steps.

His swishing horse tail waved over his walking buttocks. The dancing strands of dark hair seemed specifically to wave and tease Peyton, fluttering like a fan in the hands of a sinfully sexy dancer.

Nothing beat the massive cock though. That huge male log bounced and bobbed with his steps. The girthy meaty shaft swayed and shook, slowly wavering side to side with his powerful steps. Below, the heavy bloated furry balls bucked and bounded. The fat fleshy orbs wobbled up and down, shaking in their sack. The plump testicles jiggled so slow, making their weighty mass all the more apparent.

Shelton paused. His huge hooves planted heavily on the ground, leaving his snow white feathering to shake. His giant trembling cock and massive balls slowly wobbled to a stop. His tail swished over his broad horse ass.

The knight glanced over his shoulder, looking to Peyton where he still was sat on his bed. "Well?" he asked.

Peyton snapped out of the daze he hadn't realized he'd been in. Blinking hard several times, he shook himself out of it before looking to Shelton. The merchant couldn't help but flick his eyes down again, getting one good last look at those impressive stallion bits his companion now sported. Already, it felt like some sort of an addiction too, as if staring openly at Shelton's equine half was now something he had an incredibly difficult time saying no to.

The knight's furry flank shivered, muscle briefly rippling. Flinching, he stamped his hoof. His tail swished again. The magnificent stallion of a man waited for the merchant to get going.

Nodding, Peyton scrambled up to his feet. Shelton let out a bit of a huff. Finally his merchant fellow had gotten up. Frowning a little shortly, the knight gestured ahead, asking him to go on and lead the way.

The mostly human merchant nodded once and started forward, letting his flicking ears guide him back to the stream. All around him, the forest seemed to sound and smell more alive than he'd ever thought possible. The light whistling of the breeze blowing through the green canopy overhead and the scents of thousands of animals that lived among the trees, each one like a new color to the merchant's now enhanced senses.

Shelton followed along. Only a few steps behind, Peyton could feel the ground tremble with the horse knight's hoofbeats. The trembling swaying gigantic cock bobbed along, the frilled flared head of the massive shaft wobbled mere inches from Peyton's hip. The wagging cock was so close, the merchant could almost reach out to grab it. That towering shaft of a stud cock was so massive it covered the ground between the two men.

Peyton couldn't help but glance down at it, peering over to it from the corner of his eye. He licked at his lips, tongue curling up to near his little muzzle. Ear flicking back, he could hear the horse balls slapping over the knight's thighs. He could almost hear the thick seed sloshing inside.

Tipping his head back, he briefly closed his eyes to take a long deep breath of the musk. The horseman was so close, he could practically taste it on the air. Tonguing at the air, his eyes slipped closed again. He imagined having those massive furry balls on the tip of his tongue. So plump and full and giant, he could bury his face in those huge bloated orbs, licking under them with his flicking tongue. Reaching up, he could grasp them both with his hands. Squeezing, his fingers would sink into the swollen flesh.

As he continued on, more and more he put to the test his ability to find his way back to the stream with his eyes closed. The merchant closed his eyes to daydream about the stallion beside him. With his face down in the man's musky balls, that huge thick fat cock would be slapped down over his head, between his curled horns.

"Thanks," Shelton suddenly said.

Peyton spooked, almost jumping out of his daydream. Eyes snapping open, he found the trickling little stream right at his feet. He'd led them there all while fantasizing about the stud's package.

Shelton was already stepping in. The little dribbling stream was hardly enough to dive into. The horseman just dipped his hooves into the brook. Cool clear water splashed up over his new hard hooves and showered into his feathery fetlocks. He turned his back to Peyton, trying to at least to pretend he had some privacy.

Bending over, the knight's huge ass plumped up towards the merchant. As he leaned down to scoop up some water, his thick equine asshole clenched and flared. His thick furry balls wobbled under him. It was nothing but an invitation for Peyton to now start imagining burying himself into the knight's rear.

Splashing water over himself, Shelton shivered with a huffing grunting puff. His lower body shook and trembled. Thick layers of muscle rapidly clenched, shaking his ass and plump girthy balls. Tail flicking, he stamped a hoof into the rocky stream.

Shaking out his hair, the knight glanced back over a shoulder. Managing to pry his eyes away from the horse's flank, Peyton glanced up, meeting his eyes. Despite it all, Shelton just let out a soft sigh, shoulders falling.

The knight smiled, a bit of a smirk crossing his face. It was good to see a little more cheer back on the man's face. The merchant grinned back.

Crouching, Shelton lowered himself to the water. Peyton's eyes couldn't help but trace the massive swaying cock. The knight's long hairy tail dipped into the water.

Giving it a flick, Shelton whipped his tail at the staring merchant. It came from the babbling brook with a splash of water, casting it right into Peyton's gaping face.

Peyton flinched, eyes closing at the spray of cold water. Reopening, he found the knight grinning at him. Tail flicking back and forth over his broad hindquarters, the dripping hairs swished back and forth.

The merchant grinned over at the knight, relieved that the other man had finally seemed to be loosening up somewhat. He'd known Shelton long enough to understand what kind of man he was, though no man could've been prepared for what the both of them were currently going through. But if Shelton could still grin and play around even a tiny bit, then maybe there was still hope for the both of them.

Both men continued to wash themselves in the gently flowing water of the stream. Shelton was eager to rid himself of the evidence of the night before, and Peyton was content to soak himself in the cool water and watch the other man rub down his equine half from a few feet away. Neither knew what was going to happen to them next, but at least for a few moments, they were content.