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Sometimes a stroll became a hike, and then a journey. Xander had a habit of wandering away for days at a time. The otter felt drawn to the countryside when he was especially overwhelmed by things, and he always found some sort of adventure out there. It surprised him to find a farm way out there, so far from everything, but that wasn't all that unusual. What was, was the one who seemed to run it.

"Don't suppose a lone traveller like you might fancy making a little money?" she asked him as he wandered by, stopping him in his tracks.

She was a curious-looking hyena, he had to admit. If he didn't know better, he'd have said she was flirting with him, the way she was grinning and leering at him as she leaned on the fence along the edge of her property. Those overalls fit rather snugly, giving him a good idea of everything she had. He briefly scanned over her striped form before returning to her imposing smile. There was something deep within those violet eyes that left him with a strange urge to squirm on the spot, as if he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to. Not to mention how thoroughly she was going to town on that piece of straw between her teeth. Was she ... was she eating it?

Xander considered for a time. Her grin was all fangs, but oddly alluring at the same time. When he hesitated even slightly, she continued.

"Make that a lot. Mighty good rewards for someone who can help me out in the barn. Breedin' season ain't no picnic, I tell you what."

She was really leaning into that accent, so much so that he was pretty sure nobody actually sounded like that. That the corners of her mouth were twitching with barely-contained laughter the entire time should have tipped him off, but he had to admit - he liked the sound of getting paid well to help someone like her. Especially with the emphasis she put on breeding. The otter arched a brow and tapped his chin.

"What sort of help do you need, exactly?"

"Oh, it ain't nothing, just a real quick job, in and out."

As they spoke, an elegant red-headed leopardess slowly stepped out of the nearby farmhouse. She was wearing a long, flowing dress and a sunhat - the picture of a farmer's wife, really. When she saw the two of them talking, she offered a smile and came strolling over to greet them, speaking in a similarly exaggerated - or so Xander thought - tone.

"Now who's this youngin'? Are you going to introduce me?"

Xander was pretty sure he wasn't much younger than either of them, but the leopard's playful smirk told him she was just teasing. The hyena held out her hands.

"Just gettin' to that. Well, friend, you can call me Shirazi, and this here's the missus, Mahiri. Mahiri, this is Xander."

The otter again arched a brow at the introduction. For one, he definitely hadn't told the hyena his name yet. For another, he found himself stricken by a sense of familiarity when those names washed over him. He'd heard them before, in one place or another, but nowhere he could place. He simply smiled and waved.

"Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," Mahiri said. "Are you here to help us out? Always gets busy this time of year. Got a rambunctious one in the barn. A lot for us to handle. We could use all the help you can give."

Shirazi answered for him. "Yup. Got this fine boy all ready to give us his best. Promised him he'll be compensated fairly, of course."

Xander hadn't actually agreed to it yet, and he opened his mouth to protest, but found himself shrugging it off under Mahiri's seductive gaze. The way that hyena simmered with a barely-hidden intensity, he knew he shouldn't have been making eyes at the farmer's wife, but he couldn't help himself whens he was looking at him like that. She eventually chuckled.

"Well now. Don't you let ol' Vaul push you around. He's a scary-looking fella, but gentle once you get to know him."

"Who? I don't - "

Shirazi reached across the fence and clapped him on the back, rather firmly. "Come along now. Wouldn't want to keep that fine gentleman waiting. Promise ya it'll be well worth your precious time."

She ushered him along from the other side of the fence until they reached a gate. Mahiri followed with the two of them, looking quietly pleased with it all. Between the cat's enticing looks, and the strangely sexy sense of danger he got from the farmer 'yena, Xander was having a hard time saying no. Shirazi opened the way, and stood back to let him step onto their land whenever he was ready. For some reason, he hesitated, looking at the grass as if there was some invisible boundary drawn there. Walking forth was easy enough after that moment's delay.

"Good boy." Shirazi lowered her voice, as if letting him in on a secret "Head on down to the barn, now. Everything you'll need is already there."

"You're not coming with me?"

"No need. You'll know what to do when you get there. Should come naturally to a cute thing like you."

Even the small compliment was enough to make him blush a little. He bit his lip and glanced over at the barn - a huge, looming thing that stood out from a long way away. The first glimpse of its red walls had drawn him in from afar. He wasn't sure exactly why. It wasn't as if he'd never seen a barn before, but this one just seemed particularly tall, particularly sturdy, that he had to get closer to properly appreciate its structure. Now that he was right in front of it, he could only conclude that it was even bigger than he thought.

Yet when he squeezed through one of the slightly-open doors, he didn't find an entire stable full of animals. There was one single horse waiting for him in there. Once again there crept that weird feeling in Xander's legs when he laid eyes on the beast. The black horse was faintly steaming where he stood, unbridled, with an entire barn to himself. A great, elegant mane of equally black hair matched his especially ample tail. A shiny hide reflected the light streaming in through the windows. His muscular build was as towering as it was sturdy. Xander was pretty sure he was too tall to climb onto his back, if he wanted to. He ruled that one out pretty quickly.

The horse gave a snort that was something like a welcome, or maybe a threat. Creeping slowly closer, the otter held up his hands. He wasn't really sure how to show he wasn't there to do the horse any harm. As much as he knew he wasn't supposed to stare into an animal's eyes, the dark gaze drew him just as assuredly as everything else had. The horse's eyes were black - entirely so, from first glance. Xander had never quite seen such a void-like stare as that. Eventually looking away sheepishly, he instead scanned over the table of supplies that had been laid out seemingly just for his arrival.

There begged the question of why exactly the farmers needed so much help when they'd prepped everything already. There were several brushes, sponges, and other tools he didn't fully recognize all ready to go. He had no idea where to start. The horse - Vaul, presumably - was simply watching him with a look of disconcerting intelligence. Xander stood near the sweat-slicked equine and simply considered for a time, before Vaul let out a low snort that encouraged him along the way.

"Alright, alright, you don't have to shout. Let me see here," Xander said, fumbling his way along. "I wish I got service out here, there's probably a good guide I could look up ..."

Vaul lifted a huge, solid front hoof and simply held it there, looking expectant. That was hint enough. Xander scanned the various tools. Brushes didn't seem like they were adequate for such a task. That must have been what that pick was for. He snapped it up decisively, no matter how uncertain he felt, holding it in both hands as he lowered himself down to tend to that great, stompy thing. Scraping and scratching along to get any trace of dirt. He had a very stern judge of his every action watching him the whole time, but so far so good.

Once he painstakingly tended to each one of those hooves in turn, it was time to break out the brushes. That was one thing he knew how to do. There was no need to be gentle with such a huge horse, either. He put his full strength into vigorously tending to that light coat, smoothing it over and making him extra shiny. Vaul puffed and tossed his tail, perhaps in approval as Xander did his best to act as a farmhand for the first time. Breaking out the combs once he was done with a thorough brushing that left his arms feeling a little fatigued, he took pride in arranging that elegant mane until Vaul looked as handsome as could be.

Stepping back to admire his handiwork with a soft smile, Xander found himself catching the horse's eyes again. Vaul gave a deep puff of air, and the otter drew closer, as if to hear a whispered secret. He was lost in those shadowy eyes. The horse dipped his head down to be on Xander's level, and the otter just kept approaching, until he could do nothing but toss his arms around the horse he'd just so thoroughly tended to, and hug him. The barn itself dropped away, tunnelled out by his narrowing vision. He embraced the stallion before him, and without questioning the urge, locked his lips with the horse's own.

To his surprise, Vaul didn't merely accept the inappropriate smooch, but reciprocated it. Xander felt a thick tongue pushing into his mouth, completely overtaking his own modest smooch with a much more intimate one. He lost himself in making out with the stallion, pushing thoughts of what would happen if the farmer walked in that moment. After a long day of wandering, it felt like such a relief, such a pleasure to indulge in something so forbidden. Of course he was getting turned on. In mere seconds of sharing in that oddly tender moment with the well-brushed prize stallion, he was stiff to the point of straining and flinching at his own urgent need.

They only stopped when Xander realized he needed air. He gingerly pulled back, and the horse let him go. Was he smiling? It was hard to tell. His face was stern and thoughtful, and his gaze never seemed to break. Xander wasn't sure if Vaul ever blinked anymore. He looked up and down the huge horse a little longer, and then he simply felt the gentle guidance of compulsion urging him along with brush in hand to tend to a spot he'd thus far neglected. That thick, soft tail needed a good combing too.

Vaul's gaze was ever-expectant. Xander wasn't about to let him down. He strolled behind those shapely hindquarters and took that tail in one hand. Some faint memory of horses flickered in his mind. He wasn't really supposed to stand here, lest he spook the horse and get kicked - but he'd long since determined by then that Vaul was more than some barn animal. Exactly what that meant, he wasn't sure yet, but he ignored his questions in favour of admiring just how soft Vaul's tail was. He couldn't help but run his fingers through it a few times before he got back to his duties.

Long, satisfying strokes through the soft horsehairs revealed not a single knot or fray. It was perfect already, but he was sure the horse enjoyed the process anyway. He worked until he had the slight curls strained out, leaving that tail hanging down almost to Vaul's hooves. After a good brushing, Vaul gave something like a sigh, and turned back to look into Xander's eyes again. The otter watched those eyes and followed along with a silent thought as the tail he'd so eagerly tended to slowly lifted right in front of his eyes, brushing across his face in the process.

That left him with more than an eyeful. He was right on face level with a sleek, black donut hole where plenty of perspiration had gathered. Just below was a pair of balls nearly as big as his head, faintly jiggling with the movement. He felt that tail drape down his back after it looped over his shoulder. Drawn in without needing any sort of command, he ended up buried in the horse's backside, kissing against that rim, snuggling in just as intimately as he'd kissed that handsome stud. Shirazi's words faintly rang in the back of his head the whole time. He'd know what to do when he got there.

Kissing and making out with that gorgeous, well-muscled ass certainly came naturally to him. He didn't so much as question it. His reward after a good, thorough tonguing was to witness the great drop of Vaul's enormous cock pushing out during one of Xander's pauses for breath. He didn't stop for long. Going back in for more, utterly smothering himself beneath the tail he'd groomed so well, he ended up pushing his tongue right inside the stallion, to snorting acclaim. There he remained, no longer tending to a beast, but worshipping something so much more. It almost wasn't a surprise when Vaul actually spoke.

"You have done well. And my disciples have selected my next servant wisely. Step back, for just a moment, Xander. I want you to see me for who I am."

Xander did just as he was told, left swaying and smiling, delighted musk-drunk and achingly horny. What did come as a surprise was the change that had come over the horse. He revealed his true nature all at once, blackened eyes replaced by those of a fiery red, fangs protruding over his lips where before there had only been flat horse teeth. It all made him only slightly more intimidating than before, given how threatening he'd already been with size and presence alone.

"Most indulgent of you to give in before you knew who and what you were dealing with." Vaul paused, and for a moment there was perhaps a smirk on his face. "I like that. You are just the sort of sinful soul I have needed."

He spoke so casually for someone who was so blatantly unsheathing right in front of Xander's face. The hefty drop of his big fat horsecock left his balls briefly jiggling. Xander was positively drooling just to get his mouth on it. Though he couldn't help the occasional glance over his shoulder when he wasn't completely mesmerized by the swelling, flaring shaft growing before his eyes.

"Will they ... mind? I think I'm supposed to be treating you like a normal horse, not this ..."

Vaul's tone was firm. "You do not work for them. You work for me, and so do they."

Xander could only give a quick nod. He wasn't going to question that. His new horseboss watched him with a patient but expectant gleam in his hellish eyes. As much as Xander knew he should have probably been afraid, he was far too caught up in the horny moment to worry. The scent of horse lust filled his mind and drew him closer, leaving him kissing those juicy nuts as if by instinct. He rubbed his face against them until he was utterly sweltering thought-drenching musk, sniffing his way to a stupor that banished any concerns about what might have happened if he couldn't fully satisfy.

From slurping those nuts, to slopping his way down Vaul's entire shaft, leaving a trail of shiny saliva, Xander tended to the beast as best he knew how. With his hands planted firmly on those taut haunches for support, he slurped his way to the flared tip to mop up as much precum as he could get on his tongue. It hit him strongly, tingling through his senses with the intensity of that potent flavour, and yet he never recoiled. He only wanted more. Vaul didn't need to speak a single word to hypnotize him into the dark horse's service. Taste alone kept Xander mesmerized and devoted to keep worshipping with every moment of his existence.

Trying to get his mouth around that blunt flare was a losing effort, but a pleasantly sloppy one. Xander had precum absolutely pouring down his chin after just a few tries. Getting down on his knees beneath the horse, crawling right under to be shrouded by that bulk let him clutch Vaul's cock in both hands and pull it closer to his face, smearing himself up with a thorough glaze of juices that soaked into his skin and further marked him as the hellhorse's own. Sometimes he caught a little glimpse of his surroundings, of things moving and shifting until they didn't quite resemble a farm anymore. It still felt close enough to a barn to him, even if it was getting hotter.

It was an oddly pleasant heat, neither stifling nor uncomfortable, though it did put a sheen of sweat on his fur. Most of that was Vaul's dripping down on him as he worked. The horse's hide shone all the more attractively as his perspiration steamed into the storm-darkened sky. The ceiling had long since vanished. Xander remained where he was, finally reaching a milestone and pushing that flared horsecock past his lips. He wasn't getting it much deeper than that, but it was plenty to bob on and suckle eagerly, swallowing down every single thick spurt he got as a reward.

It felt like Vaul was already cumming in his mouth. Xander chugged down great big throatfuls of that delicious offering, milking out as much as he could with shallow, yet spirited sucks. There was no way he was getting the whole thing down his throat without some sort of divine intervention, and one glance at his surroundings would have told him he was far too deep down for that. The sky crackled and still the otter sucked on, worshipping the horse with his mouth, devoting himself to something so much more powerful than him. That he didn't fully understand who or what he was dealing with exactly didn't matter to him when the dick tasted that good.

He didn't know how he knew when it was time to stop. Vaul didn't speak to him. There was simply a silent indication that had Xander rise up from beneath the horse, timidly crawling out from beneath that great, heaving underside. Hot breaths blew across the room, puffing steam or maybe outright smoke from the horse's nostrils. It caught the light Vaul's eyes gave off, gleaming red as the mist drifted off into the darkened surroundings. Beyond the straw, Xander saw the storm of red swirling and rumbling. That was no countryside anymore. Yet standing together there with Vaul kept the chaos back. They were in their own little pocket, their own makeshift barn in the pit, and that was where they were going to stay until Xander's duties were done.

It was so hard to resist running his hands through that mane again. Vaul didn't seem to mind. The otter drew close and the horse nuzzled up against him with surprising affection given his stern demeanour. Such a silly head of hair draped over the devil horse's features. Xander didn't know how he knew, but he understood he was dealing with more than just a demon by then. There was something in Vaul's presence, in the hypnotic connection they shared that made it so abundantly clear. Whatever the hellspawn desired, Xander obeyed, and such desires were obvious when the otter eventually turned to see the hefty breeding mount awaiting him.

That definitely hadn't been there before. It loomed ominously, highlighted by a beam of reddish light almost like a spotlight. Xander's objective was clear enough. He gave one more glance back at Vaul, then smiled and swished his tail all the way to the mount, trailing his clothing the whole way. That it had lasted until then was impressive, really.. Climbing up on it was no easy task. It was just as tall as him. One good leap got his arms hooked over the side of it, and from there he could heft his lean body up and over to sprawl across the sturdy thing, all stretched out and ready to be strapped in.

For a moment, it occurred to Xander that he didn't know how to strap himself in. That was much less of a worry when the straps did the work for him. Thick, sturdy leather bindings wound around his wrists and ankles alike, pulling taut to leave him all stretched out and on offer for the horse he'd so thoroughly worked up. Another one caught the tip of his tail and stretched it to the root, pulled straight up so his fine, soft rump was fully exposed. Whether he could even take such a huge horse and survive wasn't among Xander's concerns. He was determined to be Vaul's mare, no matter how much it was going to break his body and mind alike. Perhaps his spirit too, if corruption was already sinking into his soul just by being there with the hellish one.

Vaul looked over his prize for several long seconds. Xander could barely squirm in the restraints that had seized him as if by magic. Or whatever the devil's equivalent of magic was. He tugged at them a little, just to test, but he was held fast. Bent over, tail lifted, taut little ring ready as it could be for the brutality of that hefty horsecock throbbing beneath the dark horse. One heavy step forth on noisy hooves, followed by another sent a thump through Xander's body. His heart was pounding, but not with fear. He needed that beast inside him and he was ready to sacrifice anything to get it.

The brush of fangs against his butt came with Vaul opening up to wrap his jaws entirely around that cute rear. He nibbled lightly. Then there came the deep, wet touch of tongue dragging from taint to tailbase, slathering Xander up thoroughly. A few broad pushes and jabs at his rim helped to loosen him up a little, but he was admittedly still tense. It was hard to fully relax his muscles knowing he was looming so very close to getting utterly dominated, and there was nothing he could do about it. Not that there was anything he wanted to do about it. He wiggled his toes and giggled a little, still intoxicated enough to barely know what was happening to him. After a thorough, generous preparation, Vaul was finally ready to mount him. It was every bit as powerful as Xander expected.

The mount shook and creaked beneath all that weight, and Xander squeaked with how much heft was pressing down on his back, but Vaul knew what he was doing. He wasn't about to crush his slutty new ranch hand, if the otter could even be called that anymore. A thick, slick, wide-flared cock thumped down on Xander's back and then slowly slipped down. The way it was utterly throbbing for him was as much a compliment as the mess it made all over the otter's back with every pulse. Xander could hear it spurting already, milking out precum in such squelching excess that it was streaming in rivers over the otter's sides, rolling down his spine, and soaking into his skin to further saturate him in what had mesmerized and enslaved him alike in the first place.

When he felt the flat tip of that cock snug between his pert cheeks, he almost laughed at how ridiculous it all felt. He might have said it was impossible if he wasn't already experiencing so many new things that day - or night, it was hard to tell anymore. The horse pushed firmly against a rim far too small to take that much girth, but Vaul remained insistent. He humped a few times just to help Xander loosen up all the more. There was so much power in that animal, so much more than even his muscular figure implied, and Vaul let it all build up until the otter's body had no choice but to obey his will.

Xander was shocked by just how comfortable it actually was. There was no pain, no matter how far he got stretched just to accommodate the horsecock pushing into his backdoor. A long, wet schliick culminated in a satisfying pop, and just like that he had a flare bulging his trim tummy as it made its way deeper. Vaul wasn't holding much back. He didn't have to. Xander held up to the sheer brutality of being strapped down and mounted by a hell stallion until he had to question if he was even mortal anymore. Maybe he was just always meant to be Vaul's living, squirming, moaning little condom, bulging with the massive cock pressing deeper into his tender confines.

There was no teasing or encouragement from the horse's mouth. Vaul snorted, sometimes even snarled, and went about taking his pleasure from the soft otter. Xander took just as much right back. Halfway stuffed with that cock, feeling the medial ring pulsing against his rim, he fell into a trembling, clenching, muscle quivering state of ecstasy that simply wouldn't die down. He was right there on the edge already with so much pressure building against his sensitive boi button, getting his prostate utterly reamed without so much as a single thrust. Vaul was only getting started, and he already had his breeding bitch whimpering on his dick.

Sometimes, Xander wasn't even sure what sort of sounds were coming out of his mouth. They were all greatly stifled when he had a horsecock outright bulging in his chest. It shouldn't have been possible, but he served on as Vaul's living condom, soaking up every spurt, trembling with every pulse of devilish lust. The horse didn't stop until he was fully inserted, balls-deep in femmy otter butt, bottoming out with a solid tap of his nuts against Xander's thighs. He dwelt there for an amount of time that wasn't really clear in Xander's lust-addled head. The otter could only quiver, sometimes contracting hard enough on that cock as if he was trying to milk it. Vaul's concentration wasn't to be broken. He held himself inside until he finally began the long, slow, wet process of pulling back. There was so much anticipation building towards the first thrust. It was everything Xander wanted.

His whole body shook right along with the creaking breeding mount when the horse poured all that equine muscle into fucking him full of cock all over again in one long, deep pound. Those nuts slapped him hard, and that cock bulged him obscenely, stretching him well beyond any sort of reasonable limit. That one single thrust had left him shaken to the core, trembling as if in fear before the pleasure bestowed upon him by his new master. Then there came another. And another.

Vaul was soon thumping and breeding the otter like he was every bit as sturdy as a mare. Sometimes he grunted and puffed like a horse, sometimes he let out much more concerning growls from deep within his throat. Xander certainly couldn't compare. He had his mouth open, but all that was coming out was the drool that came with his fucked-stupid state. There was nothing but the horsecock breaking him over that mount, plunging inside of him with all the pistoning power of those muscular haunches he'd so thoroughly worshipped. His body jolted and flopped about, stiff all over, feeling as if he could simply ignite for all the pleasure crackling through his veins.

The tender button-pressing was far too much for any mortal to take for long. Xander couldn't hold back. He got fucked to orgasm, completely hands free, by that huge breeding tool. The flare stroking his deepest places, the pulse of the medial ring massaging him where he was most sensitive, and the veins throbbing with feral need were all what drove him to the finish. He came all over himself and the mount alike, soaking everything he could with his offering of seed. Every single spurt shooting out of him was his tribute to the dark one fucking his ass so fiercely. And his reward was exactly what he craved most.

It took a little more rutting it out before Vaul finished inside of him. A bellowing roar that shook the very hells around them was the proclamation of dominance. There was no doubt remaining even in Xander's stupefied mind where they were. Let the lesser demons hear it, Xander thought. Let them all know he was getting reamed with the full force of the devil's might, wrecked with horsecock until that flare expanded even wider and every throbbing inch pulsed extra rigid within the deeply ravaged hole wrapped all snug around that beastly cock. Xander could hardly even fathom how much cum he got pumped inside of him.

It spilled over his limit in moments, and that wasn't even the end of the first spurt. Vaul jizzed him full to brimming, until he was tasting it, drooling it from his lips and down his taint alike. A rough, almost mechanical pace of fucking right through that sloppy, engorging finish kept the spunk splashing and squirting from that well-rutted hole. He should have been ruined, but he held up to it all, even when he was swelling and sloshing like an overfilled condom, bloated to the point of looking bred, slowly letting off the pressure through the mess of cum cascading down over his still-twitching balls. Vaul didn't stop filling him up until that otter was giggling with delight, sprawled out on the mount, impaled on that bitchmaking - or breaking - horsecock.

There, Vaul remained, still snug inside his new pet, letting his cock twitch and his breath heavy in rough, sawing pants. Puffing his smoky breath over Xander's broken body was oddly renewing for the otter. He should have been passed out or just dead by then, but he lay stewing in the aftermath of orgasm, feeling as if he was more cum than boy by then. He could hardly fathom feeling better. His shaft drooped down, unable to even handle anything more. Every drop he had to give, he'd already given. But Vaul was far from done with him.

The horse descended from the mount, slowly slurping his still-stiff cock from within the otter. Xander gaped a moment, but sealed up surprisingly tight in the wake of that massive insertion. It was surely a devil's blessing that allowed him to even survive such a reaming. He panted hotly and drooled more cum, letting the taste sink so deeply into his senses that he couldn't think about anything else. If he liked that flavour, he was about to get even more. He was still strapped down where he was, and Vaul was pacing around to his front side.

The horse didn't even seem to do anything, but Xander could feel something manipulating his weakened shaft, like a ghostly pair of hands. Vaul stared coldly as they did their work. Going soft was the perfect opportunity to lock the otter up for whatever crimes he'd committed. That cage felt as if it was made specifically for him. It fit around his shaft just right, securing it in place, leaving little to no room for growth. Just getting locked into it was already making him test its integrity.

"You have passed the first test. How will you endure?"

Xander didn't get a chance to reply before the horse mounted up on him again. This time, he took him from the front. Such a prospect seemed even more impossible than fucking his ass. The position left that flare pushing right up against the otter's muzzle, bluntly colliding with his lips at first. Xander got the idea. All he could do was pledge to do his best, licking his way along the sloppy top until he could get his mouth around as much as he thought he could. Vaul's insistent push forth told him he was capable of so much more.

It involved gaping wide just to accommodate it all, but just as before, he went past his usual limits with seemingly no effort at all. Well, some effort. He quivered at first, swallowing that hefty slab of equine meat once it went gliding over his tongue and into his throat. Roughly glurking it down left him more and more confident, even when he swore it felt like Vaul was going to fuck his face all the way down to his cum-loaded belly. He was still strapped down, still completely helpless, and the horse put nearly as much force into taking possession of his mouth as he had the otter's taut ass.

Xander could barely even suck. He kneaded and sometimes licked, but mostly he was a hole for the horse to pleasure himself. Vaul took much less time letting him get used to that size. He pushed in, deeper and deeper, until the otter was all but impaled on that cock. From there it was a puffing, pumping, pistoning fuck that rutted that mouth and gullet alike. Xander trembled along with the pace, getting that taste mashed deep into his palate. It felt like he was getting hollowed out by the cock pushing in and out of him, and not just physically. He couldn't think a thing while he was getting facefucked straight to oblivion, caught up in his bindings, straining against the cage that kept his cock from getting too stiff.

He was going to cum anyway. Half-hard, as much as the device would allow, he was trembling with pleasure without so much a single stroke of stimulation. All it took was getting used like that, getting rutted by the bigger, stronger horse, throatfucked and sloshed with precum shooting down into his belly, and he was ready to blow. He felt that rigid pulse running through the cock he was trying to suck. Vaul's breath came more furiously, along with the occasional grunt or growl in his thunderous voice. His swinging nuts were tensing, flexing, shaking with the tension running through the horse's body. He may have been more than mortal, but his needs were as mundane as the otter's own.

Feeling the first shot of cum flowing down his throat was almost enough to set Xander off again. He felt like he was going to squirt, totally hands free, despite being locked away in unyielding chastity. Instead, he just desperately twitched and dripped all over the breeding mount. It was messy, but much more of a mess was the horse cum pouring from his lips - and then even his nostrils when there simply wasn't anywhere else for it to go. He drooled it out when he couldn't swallow it all, getting his belly bloated even tighter and his senses utterly drowned in the rich musk that had so enticed him in the first place as to enslave him. His every moment spent with Vaul's cock wedged between his lips, pumping down his throat was one he was obediently sucking and swallowing alike, chugging the gift right from the source until he was sure he was going to pass out or simply burst.

Only when he was on the very edge of consciousness did Vaul settle down and stop cumming. It still took him a little longer to slide out of the otter's quivering lips. Slopping free with a satisfying splurt, he left Xander to tremble and cough, drooling out a whole lot more cum. Plenty more remained inside of him, weighing him down, keeping him in place, leaving him feel as if he'd been bred. The mount was for such a purpose, but he was pretty sure that seed wasn't going to take under his tail or in his belly. It was just going to saturate him from the inside, perhaps even corrupt him. As if there was still another level of corruption for him to reach, sluttily whimpering and drooling for his master, twitching in his cage, desperate for release even if he somehow knew he hadn't earned it yet.

That was when the barn doors opened. Vaul stepped down from the mount, back on all four hooves. He looked towards the figures who entered. They were as before, except stripped naked, showing stripes and spots alike. Any concern Xander might have had about not doing his job properly quickly melted away at the sight of them. For one, they weren't like before. Not just naked, they were showing off their demonic smiles and gleaming eyes. The hyena's were the kind of red that would have been concerning if Xander didn't already know where he was.

"How's the meat, boss?" Shirazi had completely dropped her obviously fake accent.

"Performing well." Vaul gestured to the captive otter with his head. "I do not think he is yet fully broken. Let's see how much longer he can last. Perhaps then, he can earn his release."

"That's impressive." Mahiri came close with a rumble trailing her all the way. Xander could feel the purrs passing through her body when she stroked down her spine with an outstretched finger and claw alike. "Most don't last this long with you."

Vaul nodded. "My expectations are high. This one has satisfied, so far. I believe he has something special. Go ahead and test him for yourself, and you shall see what I mean."

Xander could barely lift his head to glance back at the demons circling him from behind. He felt their hands on his ass, groping, squeezing deep into his cheeks, or spreading them to get a good look at that hole, all dripping horse cum and still twitching with need. Mahiri tapped at the cage around the otter's cock and softly giggled. She didn't loosen it in the slightest, even as Xander twitched to life once more. No matter how much tribute he'd already paid, no matter how much he'd already been milked just by being Vaul's strapped-in pet, his mare, he still had more to give for a pair of lovely, busty demonesses.

"I want that hole." Shirazi's voice was practically dripping in Xander's ears.

Meanwhile, Mahiri's words rumbled up his spine. "Me too. And I don't think either of us are willing to wait our turn."

The two of them exchanged a look, all demonic delight and gleaming teeth. The schlick of them running their fingers up and down a pair of nearly matching, slick, black uncut cocks rose up louder, wetter, all while Xander struggled to even get a glimpse of them. They were conspiring behind his back, quite literally, but their plan was clear enough in moments. If they weren't patient enough to wait, they were just going to have to share. In another time, another life, Xander might have balked at the idea of getting his ass fucked by two fat, shiny cocks at once. After all he'd been through, it was the least of his challenges, no matter how hefty each of them were all on their own.

A solid plap of lady dicks on each of his cheeks came with them climbing right up on the mount to claim him. A less nimble pair would have been struggling to hold on, but they dug their claws into the sides of the device - and thankfully not him - to cling in place and grind on him. He could already feel them leaking all over his fur. As drenched as he might have been, they could always make him wetter. It was like a contest for them, grinding on him until they spurted long ropes of precum all over his back and butt alike. The hyena was already cackling with excitement, filling up the barn with the sound. It was all the more depraved when it blended with her demonic voice.

A brief, sloppy duel occurred just under his helplessly lifted tail. They rubbed against each other as they playfully fought for their place before settling snug against his rim at the same time. Shirazi lashed a great, long slurp up along his arm until it reached his cheek, cleaning off some of the cum clinging to his fur and replacing it with a heavy dose of saliva. Mahiri just found her spot on the side of his neck, nibbling away dangerously but harmlessly. Those teeth were sharper than an ordinary big cat's. It was a good thing she knew how to use them to make Xander squirm, whimper, and throb alike with every playful little chomp.

He was still every bit as caught up in his cum-stained cage as before, but he knew it wasn't going to keep him from making a mess. The farmer and her wife - if that's what they ever really were - penetrated him smoothly together, pushing him open with a synchronized thrust that spread him around their combined girth. Together, they were nearly as thick as Vaul himself. They didn't stop until he had two pairs of nuts resting against his butt, and a pair of richly pulsing shafts stimulating with their mere presence inside of him. He looked up to his master and saw what he felt was approval, as hard as the horse's devilish expressions were to read.

The thing with getting fucked by two cocks at once was that it always felt like they were thrusting into him. When one of them pulled back, the other plunged forwards, thumping him hard with a heavy plap of juicy nuts against his ever so breedable booty. They soon found their rhythm, working in unison to pleasure the bound boi, to make him jiggle and writhe for them just as thoroughly as he had while the horse took him. Vaul had made such a mess of him that every single stroke sent yet another squirt of cum from around those glossy shafts, soaking hyena and feline bodies alike. Neither of them cared.

Sucking on his neck, licking him, lightly chewing him, they kept him stimulated all over as they took turns stuffing him full of dick, over and over. Xander was so near to breaking by that point that he was shrieking amidst his other whimpers. They were giving it so good, right where he needed it, right on his tender spot. The constant massage of alternating thrusts shook his body and sent him rigidly pulsing as much he possibly could all locked away in the archaic device entombing his desperate cock. Something had to give. Either he broke out of that cage, or he figured out a way to blow his load when he was only allowed to get half-stiff.

The latter was looking more and more likely as he got slathered up in slobbery hyena tongue and scratchy feline slurper. They licked him all over when they weren't simply chomping him, clutching him, clawing their way down his back, filling his ears with their collective sounds. The giggles from Shirazi were every bit as imposing as the rumbles and growls from Mahiri's dark lips. For all the pleasure of their cocks double-fucking him, pounding him on the creaking mount that somehow still held up to everything that'd been done to him atop it, he curiously found himself spiralling into total loss of control from a simple nibble of his ears. Each of them took one in their teeth and teased him right over the cliff and plunging straight to blissful oblivion.

Not even that cage could stop him. The pleasure peaked so hard that he clamped down on both those dicks and milked out a fat cumshot of his own, splattering it down the side of the mount, soaking himself and the pair mounting him alike when they caught it. All that pressure, all that pleasure poured out at once, leaving him so tight they could barely fuck him to a finish. They made it work. A shriek of laughter from the hyena, a moaning half-roar from the leopardess, and they rutted their way inside him until they were both balls deep at once for the first time since they started.

Their collective cumshot filled up to an aching bulge, like they were punishing him for letting go by gushing inside him as hard as they could. Or maybe he just felt that good to fuck. They remained inside of him, grinding on each other as much as him throughout their shared release, leaving him with a constant stream of spunk swelling him and stretching him to what felt like a breaking point. There was still so very much horse jizz sloshing around inside of him that their shared climax left him finally at his limit, barely able to breathe, and yet whimpering and spurting for them all throughout their triple finish until they were a dripping, panting mess together.

Slowly schlicking out of the otter, the ladies differed to Vaul when it came to Xander's punishment. By the way Shirazi was outright vibrating with excitement, it was going to be a good one. Vaul strode forth, just one step, but it was enough to make the bound boi flinch.

"So. I see you could not hold on any longer, not even to save yourself for me." Vaul's expression was deadly serious at first, but he let a trace of levity cross his intimidating features in time. "I have decided on your sentence. Now I shall pass it, personality. A hand, if you will."

He nodded to the pair, his assistants or servants, or whatever they were, and they slowly slipped down, pulling out of the well-pumped otter to leave him gushing and then trickling all over again. Whatever came next, Xander wasn't getting away from it when he was surrounded, even as Shirazi and Mahiri worked to unbind him from the breeding mount. Vaul had something even kinkier in mind.

"The stocks for him."

If Xander didn't know any better, he might have said he detected a little mirth in the horse's tone. All he needed to do was offer that single command, and the pair jumped to life. Xander felt two pairs of hands on him, loosening him from the thoroughly splattered breeding mount. His brief freedom didn't do him much good. He could barely feel his limbs, nevermind move them. The cat and hyena alike hauled him along, dragging him over to get locked into another device. This one was more medieval.

"Blindfold him too. Let him guess who among our guests has come to enjoy him."

They did as told, covering up the otter's eyes once he was locked into a set of wooden stocks, all bent over and exposed, still dripping plenty. With one sense denied, he was just going to have to get by with the others. A whole assortment of unfamiliar scents entered his awareness then. Either he'd grown more sensitive to them with his eyes covered, or they simply hadn't been there before. They were getting closer, overtaking him in a cocktail of exotic delights.

All he had to go on was his best guesses to know who might have been handling him. There were all sorts of hands, large and modest, as well as paws. They didn't speak. That would have made it too obvious. Now and then he heard Shirazi snickering, but she was on the sidelines, observing as Vaul's esteemed guests took their places. First up, was the mighty grip of someone with some truly huge hands, as well as thick, curved claws. By the hefty gut resting on his back, Xander felt like he might been getting mounted by some sort of bear.

The grunt that followed once Xander got a broad dick shoved between his cheeks told him he was probably right. That huge brute of a bear took him from behind, leaving the otter's legs buckling as he got slickly penetrated by that fat dick. There was nothing elegant about getting fucked by whoever that was. Xander was left to shake and struggle to stand, until those gripping hands simply took him right up off his feet, clutching him tightly by the hips, framing his girly body while he thumped and rutted in an instant. All that bulk meant building up momentum was a gradual process, but the results were all the more spine-shaking.

Xander's moans were soon muffled by someone taking him by the hair and head alike. The grip was firm, but came with a gentle rub on the cheek as if to silently reassure him. That came right before the introduction of a smooth, stiff uncut shaft that reminded him of Mahiri and Shirazi's own. Even the taste oddly reminded him of them, but came with a salty, exotic spice all its own. The owner took their time - her time, as he eventually guessed when he heard a little moan escape her lips - pushing into his mouth, making sure he didn't choke or struggle with her sizable girth. At least until she got too excited to hold back.

Soon, the pace he was getting from both sides was equally impactful. The probably bear thumped him hard and steadily from behind, while the mysterious someone fucking his mouth took a much faster, slightly unhinged approach to pumping straight down his throat. Given he'd already swallowed a whole horsecock, he had no trouble getting his gullet used like that, even when she bottomed out and shoved his nose in her crotch. By the rough skin he was smothered against, as well as the balls slapping his chin, he was pretty sure he was getting facefucked by a shark. That worked fine for him.

The stocks were hardly even necessary. They had him so firmly, spitroasting him with their demonic strength, he couldn't have squirmed free if he tried. He didn't bother to do anything but be the perfect slut for Vaul's guests, swallowing prespunk, taking squirts up his still-tight ass as the bear squelched in the mess that had already been made out of his insides. All the previous loads gushed out of him with every butt-bashing stroke, but he could already feel those weighty nuts churning up another load to put inside him. They tensed, they flexed and danced, and most of all the smacked into his ass and thighs alike, bapping the back of his own balls in the process of fucking him to the brink of ecstasy all over again. His cage was still in place, and it still didn't matter.

A few minutes of relentless, untiring pounding from each side eventually put him into something of a haze. His eyes were rolling, his drool was flowing, and he came all over himself and the barn floor alike without so much as a warning. A muffled sound from his lips soon grew all the wetter when he found himself sucking down a whole thick load of shark seed from the source. That and the fat load that entered his belly when the bear bottomed out and filled him up with a ferocious growl left him utterly swollen once more, perfectly bent over to give room for his belly to sag and sway, sloshing with the spunk of the demonic pair anonymous used him, for his new master's pleasure. He just hoped Vaul was enjoying the show.

There were more of them. It was getting impossible to fully place all the scents surrounding him. Feline, canine, and others overtook his senses until his eyes were watering. There were rumbles and growls, along with playful or devious giggles. Someone lightly smacked him on the cheek with another horsecock. Not as big as the one he'd already sucked, but it still made a mess of his fur from the very first spurt of precum. When it pushed past his lips and filled his unflinching throat, he eventually felt the kiss of a knot pulsing along with everything else. That hardly seemed fair.

Others were humping and grinding on him, some of them familiar, some of them new. They didn't even bother to penetrate him anymore. He got facefucked or just rubbed on, smothered in nuts, humped and smeared up in such an excess of juices his fur felt twice as heavy. Eventually they rubbed one out on him, covering him in streaks and splatters of cum alike. Swallowing down another fat load, and getting doused in so many more had an effect on Xander he couldn't resist. Without even needing to get mounted again, he ended up leaking a weak, but still complete cumshot all over the barn floor just from the pleasure of being used and marked like that.

Some of the voices teased him once everyone had left him thoroughly painted. Xander couldn't make out a word. He wasn't even sure if he understood any language anymore. The otter didn't move much at all, left numb and locked up even as the crowd began to disperse. He wasn't sure where they vanished off to, but eventually it was just him, Vaul, and the two who had hired him in the first place. Mahiri removed his blindfold and left him blinking in the fiery red light, looking up at her and his master who came forth to observe his wrecked, soaked pet.

"I see you once more were unable to hold yourself back. Very well. Let us remove your cage, and decide your next penance."

Those words, Xander understood perfectly well. They cut right through the haze. Looking into the stern, red-eyed face of the horse who had claimed him, he should have been intimidated, even terrified, but all he could feel was excitement. He just knew he was going to enjoy whatever Vaul came up with.

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"Strap him in. I think our new hire deserves a more permanent position."

Xander was pretty sure he was already as helpless down as he could be, and was even more confused when Vaul's assistants started loosening the bindings that kept him all bent over and vulnerable. The otter was helpless as he was dragged up by the cat and hyena alike, left dangling in their arms as they hauled him over to the waiting horse. Vaul waited with relative patience, but the urgent pulse of his cock told Xander his patience had a limit.

The chains simply appeared all on their own. Xander didn't see where they ended or began. It was surprisingly comfortable to get shackled up by them, too. With the help of the other two, he soon found himself strapped to the horse's underside, helplessly chained in place to hug that handsome devil with every moment. There was no amount of squirming he could do that got him any further from fucked. The horse gave his telltale snort and pushed forth, slipping into Xander's well-used but somehow not ruined hole, stuffing him to a belly-bulging state with that horsecock plunging ever so deep inside of him. This time, there was going to be no pulling out.

At first, the position might have seemed like a less practical one for fucking the otter stupider than he already was. Vaul made it work. He tensed those immense muscles and poured his horsepower into pumping, into working his taut haunches and thumping Xander deeply enough to spank him with that titanic pair of nuts. The otter couldn't escape. He took every single thrust at full force, rattled to the core, slammed until his mind was blank and his body was shaking with pleasure. It was exactly the kind of domination he'd always craved, and Vaul knew it.

Mahiri and Shirazi didn't simply depart once their job was done. There was so much to lick. Most of the time they took to worshipping their equine master, running their tongues over his glistening body, lapping up his sweat from every muscular inch. They ate his ass, they licked his nuts, and sometimes they teased at Xander too. Surrounded by horse's demonic minions, chained in for the ride, he was nothing but a vessel for all the cum Vaul could give him. He felt those nuts tensing, felt the thumping pace rising into a surge of intensity, and he felt his body seizing up with pleasure beyond anything his mind was ever supposed to comprehend.

For as far as he had gone, for as much as she should have passed out by then, he could only remain there, soaking in everything. Every thrust, every stretch and strain of his ass and belly alike, every smack of balls against his butt. He was slathered to the very soul in Vaul's scent until his mind was drowning in musk, and he wanted nothing more. If he was to belong to the horse forever, then he was going to love every second of getting used to milk out that vast, infinitely virile girth. Truly it was going to be the best job Xander ever had.

---

"Wait and see. I will deal with this one myself."

The tone was slightly darker than usual. Even in his sex-addled mind, something told Xander that he'd failed some sort of unspoken test. Shirazi was giggling madly again. That probably wasn't a good sign. Xander staggered back and soon collapsed when the stock holding him in place flew open all on its own. That was the only thing keeping him up, and he could only sprawl out and await his fate. The clomp of approaching hooves made him flinch - and yet it made him twitch in his cage a little more as well.

That too eventually loosened and released him, finally allowing his cock to spring to full size all over again. He nearly came on the spot from the feeling of freedom. It was short-lived. While he was allowed to throb all he liked, he wasn't going anywhere. Chains leapt up from nowhere at all, latching themselves around his body, binding his wrists, his ankles in taut shackles that dragged him exactly where Vaul wanted him to be. Xander had no doubt that those bindings were under the full control of the devil horse. He knew he was dealing with something so much more than a mere powerful beast.

That strength was still put to good use when Xander found himself bound to the underside of his master. Vaul kept him there, pulled tight to his belly, legs wrapped around his bulk. That position left Xander perfectly vulnerable to the first insistent thrust between his legs. No matter how many times he'd been used, no matter how broken, numb, and sore his body might have been, the otter still craved his equine master. If Vaul truly was a horse within, anyway. Xander was about to get a demonstration of his power once that cock sank snugly between his cheeks once more, bottoming out after a long, smooth thrust.

With a pair of massive balls resting against his girlish booty, Xander made a faint whimpering noise that was more a gurgle than anything. He was still coughing up cum, barely breathing right, and yet not a single moment felt unpleasant. That cock was up to his chest for how deep Vaul was thrusting into him, and there was even more happening to him. Each stroke, each slamming, pumping motion in and out of the deeply-stuffed otter left Xander feeling a little closer to his master, a little more intimately wrapped up in the dark horse he was physically chained to.

It wasn't until he felt his legs slumping down from around Vaul's body and growing stiffer and stiffer that he started to clue in. Somehow, it made sense to his mind, no matter how weakened his thoughts were after all the rutting and soaking. There was no room for panic in his mind. Only the warm, intimate sensations of slowly merging with the horsecock that had so devastated him in every way, from every angle. His feet were fusing together with the very flesh that was wrecking him, until Vaul was hardly fucking him anymore.

The taste of equine precum welled up on Xander's tongue as he drooled it out for the dick inside of him. He sank down as if into a deep, warm embrace, like sinking into a hot bath on a cold day as he lost more and more control of his body. The chains were hardly necessary anymore. The otter's body was part of the savagely thrusting horse's, losing its shape, losing its appearance with every swing of those muscular haunches. Adding more girth to the base of Vaul's cock when his legs had completely vanished into it just made that shaft pulse all the more, and Xander could feel every flex, every trace of tension as if it was his own.

He couldn't moan so much as merely gurgle. There was so much welling up in his throat that his voice was gone. He put his arms down by his sides simply by instinct. It was in his nature to submit to the horse, and to make himself as easily claimed as possible. Vaul certainly didn't need the help. His thrusts slowed when there was nothing to thrust into anymore. Xander had been absorbed up to the waist, the last traces of his lower body vanishing entirely into the horse's transforming cock. With his own shaft gone, Xander was just going to have to experience pleasure through the horse himself, and there was so very much to feel.

It felt like he was cumming every single second that Vaul claimed more of him. Xander was locked into a state of enduring ecstasy from which he couldn't escape. A prison of bliss left his eyes rolling, his mouth open wide and drooling an excess of prespunk while he lost his shape all the more with each passing moment. That medial ring became his waistline, and his face began to lose its details. He couldn't even gasp anymore, but he wasn't in any danger of suffocating. His new purpose came with far fewer needs.

Soon there emerged that flare, merging with Xander's cute features until there was no trace of that visage left. The otter was far from gone. He might not have been an otter anymore, but he felt everything that came with his new form. Adding all the more heft to that shaft made it even more massive. It thumped against Vaul's underside with the rush of pleasure that came with finally taking all of him. The horse's balls swelled with extra weight, sloshing, churning, clenching up tight. Xander felt a climax flowing through his entire being, and it remained right there, on the very edge, pulsing so wildly he thought as if he might have lost the last of his diminished mind. Vaul's command came out as a throaty bark.

"Here. Immediately."

There was desperation in that voice, a growling urgency that spoke of even the devil horse himself losing control. No matter his power, there was no holding back an orgasm like that. Fully claiming Xander as part of him, as weight and girth and dickfat, left him spurting so hard he was precumming harder than most anyone could cum. His assistants, servants, whatever they were, came rushing over to kneel beneath him and worship the glory that was his prey-claiming cock. Though his body was gone, fully absorbed and used to make Vaul all the more potent, Xander felt every single stroke, every single lick and kiss, and every single throb.

There were mere seconds between Mahiri and Shirazi arriving, and Vaul cumming harder than he had when Xander was still separate from him. The former otter was horsecock now, and that meant sharing in the absolute ecstasy rushing through him, in creamy release that came with Vaul's triumph over yet another mortal. It was utter bliss to serve and be rewarded all in the very same pulse of stiff shaft. Cum poured out upon cat and hyena alike, bathing them, hosing them down with such force they ended up toppling over to get creamed there on the floor of the barn. They nearly vanished beneath the torrent by the time Vaul was finally done milking everything out of his prey-fed cock. Gallons of horse spunk soaked into the fur of the attentive pair below him.

Only after several minutes of snarly shooting came to a close did Vaul relax. He snorted a puff of smoke from his nostrils. His entire body steamed and glistened with sweat. Through it all, even softening at last, Xander remained part of that cock. He wasn't going to see freedom anytime soon, if ever again, and he didn't want it. Everything he needed was right there under the horse he'd served so well, ready to be worshipped and milked by all his servants, and to be stuffed deep inside anyone who dared let the dark horse take them for a ride. Xander was going to share in every indulgence, every moment of extended ecstasy that the devil had. There was nothing punishing about his fate for someone so devoted as him. It was everything he wanted.