A Different World Chapter Two: A Reason for Being
#2 of Different World
A Different World Chapter Two: A Reason for Being
By: Cimmaron Spirit
*WARNING: This story is smut. Plain and simple. And with a lot of kinks and fetishes that you may or may not like, such as transformation, hyper, stretching, excessive cum, etc., etc. If you don't like it, then read something else. This story contains little, if no, plot or character development, and is designed to be the basis for an entire universe of smut stories. Thank you! *
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Rick grunted as he drove his massive piece of horseflesh, rock hard at twenty inches, and as wide as his muscular forearm, deeper into the black furred wolf anthro. Despite having done this multiple times by now, Geuafide's ass was still tight, clamping around his cock like a vice, only lubed by the disproportionate amount of preseminal fluid that the horse's heavy orbs produced. The wolf growled lowly as he was taken again and again, his stomach having been bloated out a ways by the sheer force of the horse seed.
The aroma of the ocean air wafted through the wooden cabin on the edge of a beach, though that smell was enhanced by the musk, sweat and of sex that surrounded the two male furs mating with each other. The past few hours here in Azhilohk had been a dream come true for Rick: no worries, no concerns; just the continual pounding and slap of flesh against fur-covered-flesh, and the groans and cries of lust and passion, the feeling of warm, soft, smooth fur against his body and hands as he groped, the taste of the canine's mouth as they explored between sessions.
With nary a warning, Rick whinnied out loud, spraying yet another bountiful load deep into the canine's bowels. After the orgasmic high drained the horse of his cum, Rick collapsed onto the back of the bloated canine that murred softly at the feeling of his body stretched out.
"Alrighty, horsie boy," Geuafide grinned, craning his neck around to lick at the equines face. "I think seventeen times in a day is enough; don't you?"
Rick moaned softly, before forcing himself up to pull the softening horse length from the canine's anal passage. "Yeah, I guess," he nickered, lying on the soft bed beside the wolf. His slick penis, covered in cum, was attended to by the canine, making Rick again groan softly, and started to buck his hips upwards into Geuafide's muzzle.
"Easy there Seabiscuit!" the wolf said, pulling his maw off the already hardened cock. "You have to learn to control yourself, you know?"
The stallion groaned, and then sighed, his tail whooshing lazily under him. "Alright... but later?"
The wolf chuckled, before rustling the chestnut colored stallion's brown mane. "Well, you know you can try other things here as well," Geuafide whispered, using his claw to trace along the thick muscled chest and abs, making the stallion groan and nicker contently.
"Anyway, there is one thing you have to do, as you are a "guest" here, and not born here like I was," the wolf continued, rubbing his paw along the chest of the stallion, before dragging it along his thick, bulky thighs.
"And what is that?" groaned Rick, shivering as the sharp claw traced along his legs.
"A series of tests throughout the land, which will culminate in a challenge before the Great Lord of Azhilohk himself, the ruler of this land," Geuafide explained. "You will learn much, including the different things that are done here, as you go. You will gain power, strength, and knowledge, which will help you in the final test."
Rick looked over to the midnight dark canine with a look of puzzlement. "What if I don't?"
Geuafide shrugged. "Then you will go back to your old life, but every memory here fresh in your mind, but no chance to return. Ever."
The chestnut anthro horse looked away from the wolf, looking off to the distance, at the ocean that lapped at the shores. In the distance he could see other islands, but they were but green specks in the vast blueness, almost like the ocean could simply swallow them up if they want. Sure, his old human life had been alright, being big, strong and in tune with nature had allowed him to be. But still... what could be wrong with constant, daily fucking, even if he had to go on a quest like one of the hero's in a video game?
"Well, when do I start then?" Rick asked, raising an eyebrow. Geuafide grinned, before pulling the equine into another kiss.
"After round eighteen, buckshot," the wolf smirked, turning his ass toward the equine, raising his tail to show the tight pucker. Rick grinned, his cock already hard and leaking precum. Man, this was going to be fun.
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Rick shuffled on his hooves while he fastened the leather belt around his waist, and positioned the almost too small leather pouch in the front that cupped his genitals and held them close to his body. He licked his dry lips as he watched Geuafide handing over a large leather satchel, already heavy with food, small weapons and some gold coinage.
The stallion took the bag, and slung it over his shoulder. Other than the bag and loincloth (which still left his tight, muscular ass open to the world), Rick had nothing else on him. He brushed at the pure white fur feathers on his arms nervously. Then again, whenever he went somewhere he never did before by himself, he always got this way. It was nothing new.
Geuafide stepped forward, and leaned in to kiss the stallion lightly, which Rick returned.
"Keep safe. The potions I gave you are only a small amount, but you can always get more. Be very careful, as many in this land have different ways of pleasure than a simple ass fuck. You will learn of them quickly, and possibly find yourself enjoying them," The wolf warned with a smirk, while Rick suddenly felt a bit queasy at the journey. However, he was ready, and he might as well get it over with.
"Alright, so where is the first trial?" asked the chestnut stallion.
The wolf pointed to the West. "Go in a straight line from here, and you cannot miss it." He gave a good whack to the stallion's exposed rear, making Rick jump and whiney in surprise.
"You better hurry!" Geuafide chuckled. "It's getting late, and you might not want to be in the forest at night."
Rick nodded, before at last clopping his way off to the forest, looking back to see the black wolf waving, already stroking his half-erect red canine cock. It almost made the horse turn around and get his ass drilled again, but he had more important things to do.
He focused on the task ahead as Rick continued on his quest. The minutes turned into hours, the sun continued its journey across the blue sky. All this time the stallion, followed the path which lead due west. He hummed to himself absentmindedly as he continued into the forest, the light growing dimmer, blocked out by the tall trees that reminded him so much of the forest he lived next to as a human, and where he most likely would have still be in, had he not been dragged here.
Something was rustling in the bushes, making the stallion stop humming. The noise stopped, but now his ears were busy listening to the area for something. Rick sniffed the air, but only the heady scent of the trees, grass and forest, as well as his own musk, was all he smelled.
His hoof snapped a twig, making the horse pause again. The bushes to his left were still, but he thought he could see someone behind it.
Rick reached into the bag for one of the daggers he was given and quietly crept up to the bush, before jumping behind it with a loud whiney, landing on the other side...
...to see nothing. It looked like something had been here recently, though, as the grass was packed down, but whatever it was, it was gone.
The equine anthro sighed. His imagination must have been playing tricks on him. Rick chuckled a bit and looked up.
"Looking for something, pony?" the tall, muscular stag asked, with a voice that seemed a couple octaves too low. The stallion looked up in awe at the stag, easily twelve feet tall, with muscles that put most body builders to shame. On his head was a pair of antlers that would crush any other ordinary deer, but seemed to almost be a nuance to the stag.
As Rick continued to stare at the deer, pass the luxurious brown and white fur, stretching over the thick muscles, threatening to burst free at any moment, he was caught by the enormous sheathe that was positioned between the stags calves, with a sac that looked like it was holding melons instead of testes. The horse blushed at the sight, which the stag noticed.
"You see something you like?" the stag smirked, taking a step closer to the horse, and then another till his genitals were in the horses face, which, considering the stag was twice as tall as the stallion, was not hard. Rick tried to say something, but the overpowering musk of the stag assaulted his senses, making his own member strain at the tight leather pouch it was tucked into, while his mind felt like it was flooded with the smell of sex and sweat.
The tall deer grabbed hold and pushed the horses muzzle into his balls with his hand, the size of Rick's face. "Take it in, pony," he commanded in his deep voice, making the stallion shiver. "Taste it. Savor it."
The horse meekly pushed his tongue out to meet the massive balls. The taste of the sweaty, musky fur made the stallion nicker, and soon Rick's tongue was lapping at the fur.
The stag groaned, pushing the horse deeper into his furry ball sac. "Good pony. You're doing well."
Spurred on by the giant deer, Rick used his hand to massage the nut sack, or as much as he could, while sniffing and licking. The two furs moaned, until Rick felt hot flesh starting to grow on his red. He glanced up to the see the stag's cock starting to emerge in a flaccid state, already easily dwarfing his own member.
Rick continued licking the balls of the stag, who gasped in please, his knees already feeling week. Nobody had been able to do this to him before... or, not for a long time at least.
The deer fell backwards with the feeling of pleasure rushing through him, taking the smaller stallion with him. The stag tried to keep him balance, but soon impacted the ground with a mighty crash, making the ground shake.
Rick's muzzle at last free, he started to lick upwards, toward the stag's massive prick. His tongue lavished the cock, making the deer bellow in pleasure. Already pre-seed was cascading down the cock, soaking the stallion's muzzle, giving Rick a taste of what the stag had to offer. It was intoxicating; Rick needed more. His cock, large for a horse, but dwarfed by the deer's that he was playing with, pushed at the loincloth Rick wore. The stallion, without taking his mind off his play toy as big as he was, quickly used a hoofed hand to slip it off, allowing his already dripping cock out, adding yet more seed to the pool that was flooding the path through the forest.
The equine's tongue at last reached the source of the fountain, easily slipping his tongue into the deer's cum slit, making the stag shout in ecstasy. Rick tried to get his mouth over the head of the deer's cock, but it was too big, and the ever increasing amount of pre-seed was pouring out of his mouth, though he was swallowing as fast as he could. The rich, hot and salty seed seemed too much like a drug... the stallion was now hopelessly addicted to it.
And more he got. The tongue of the horse at last made the genitals of the deer explode, giving out wave after wave of cum, drenching the stallion from head to hoof. Another thick shot, and another and another washed over Rick, while he tried to drink as much as he could. The stag was withering on the ground, lost in the sheer pleasure of the moment. And the cum he received made the stallion whinny out loud, shooting his load over the stag, the first few shots of which splashed against the proud antlers, the next few shots landing on the muzzle and mouth, then the chest, of the stag, before petering out.
The stag gasped for air, his orgasm over at last, though cum still dribbled out of the titanic cock. "You... you... are skilled with that tongue, traveler," the deer panted, using his own tongue to lick at the stallions cum on his anthropomorphic face once he caught his breath.
"Th...Th...Thank you," Rick replied, tired, please and tense. "Um... what now?"
The stag looked up to the horse, and smiled softly. "I am Jerackon, and I am the overseer of this forest. It grants me great powers, so long as I protect it." In that moment as he explained himself, the stag saw something in the stallion that the horse himself could not see, like a bright light, an aura emanating from the stallion. "I see you have great powers, but don't know how to use them. In this world, beyond a small rural village that you never leave, it can spell your doom." The stag sat up, his cock at last starting to soften. "However, I can teach you some of the things you should know, which will allow you to continue your journey with some hope of surviving Azhilohk."
"Um... what do you mean?" Rick asked, lowering his defenses.
The stag looked around, and saw a dead branch, about five feet long, and as wide as Rick's muscular arm. Jerackon grabbed it, but before Rick could think, the deer cock was erect again, drooling pre-cum. The stag smirked, before shoving the log into his urethra, making the gap open to accept it, and the deer groan. Rick gasped, surprised at the suddenness, and the apparent ease that the deer sounded himself.
Although that display of a fetish that the stallion had only heard about till now startled him, what happened next confounded and freaked him out. The cock seemed to swallow the log, pulling the dead piece of wood deeper into the massive prick, making Jerackon shudder and arch his back. In moments, the hungry cock devoured the log, the imprint of the branch pressing itself along the cum tube, before at last disappearing into the massive right orb, before dissolving into nothingness.
The stallion took a step back as the cock moved of its own will, aiming itself at Rick, looking for another meal. However, Jerackon willed the cock to stop, and it simply straightened up, almost like if nothing happened, and that the stag merely got horny again.
"You see? That branch could have been you. I myself don't vore other living beings, but many others do not share this feeling, and will use a defenseless creature as a meal, be it for stomach, cock, anus or... other bodily parts." The stag grinned as he watched the nervous horse. "However, anyone can be trained to survive using their body, besides weapons and wit. The things you cannot train to do, potions and magic will allow you to, for limited periods of time."
"This world is so fucked up," Rick moaned, almost wishing he could back to his old life now. But something still drew him in to Azhilohk, whether his mind was repulsed by it or not. "Why the hell did I come here?"
"But, if you do well in this fucked up world, it will be yours for the taking, if you wish," Jerackon shrugged. "And, since you are a Guest here, you can leave... but why would you? Your one step from being nude, you can have all the sex and perversions you wish, and you are part animal. Why would you want to go back to... human?"
Rick nodded, his loins stirring again from the thought of taking Geuafide again and again and again...
"Alright," the stallion decided. "I would like to train with you, and learn all the secrets I can to fight my battles."
Jerackon grinned, heaving his frame up onto his massive hooves, then looking up at the darkening sky. "Very well. Tomorrow, we shall start. For tonight, we eat, drink and enjoy each other's company, and entertain our erotic ideas! Let's go!"
The stag lead the horse away from the spot they had met and played, deeper into the forest, toward Jerackon's home.
But, at the site they left, a mysterious, dark shadow, darker than the falling night, appeared, growing to form the shape of a bipedal creature, cloaked in a hood. The creature reached a clawed hand to the large puddle of cum, taking only the tiniest taste from the pool, before touching the claw to his tongue to savor it. The creature grinned. It was not just the normal taste of a local's seed.
No, it had a flavor that was exotic, foreign...
A true opponent. A transformed human. With great, but yet unharnessed power. The best kind.
And just as soon as the hooded shadow creature appeared to survey the area, it vanished, leaving the darkening forest to itself.