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To Tame A Wild Heart

This original story is copyright Charn's owner. Please do not repost without express permission. All characters (c) their owners.

It was a beautiful August morning. The air was warm, the sunshine bright and penetrating, and the clouds were refreshingly cool and moist between Awrloph's wings. Spread out, from tip to tip, they covered a span of nearly thirty feet. When you are several hundred feet up - like Awrloph was, this morning, thirty feet of wings was a good thing. The large beasty beast's fur ruffled, shaggy and dark in the updraft that kept the heavy creature afloat. If you looked at him from above, with those great, glossy dark wings, the brown with white glazed feathers, you would say he was some sort of crow - or vulture, maybe. But from the front - if he were, for example, dive bombing down out of the sky towards you - you would say with certainty that he was some sort of winged wolf. The triangular ears, the dark- black nose, the fur! - and the long pointed, fangy muzzle, made him seem distinctly lupine. And if he were to pull up at the last second, to soar over head, you would say that he certainly had some (ahem) equine in his family history. That is, unless he swing close enough to SLAP you with that heritage, which would probably make for the most embarrassing case of whiplash you'd ever have to explain to your village wizard!

You would think a cross between a bird, a wolf, and an equine would be cumbersome, awkward, or just weird to look at. But Awrloph, for all his heft and bulk, was quite the graceful soarer. It would seem that each aspect of his makeup served it's purpose. His sharp bird eyes and powerful, long stretching wings allowed him to hunt with ease. The thick fur insulated him, and his warm blood and mammalian predatorial nature allowed him to swoop and scoop and bite with nary a struggle - should he need to. And his soft, dangling sheath, well, it told him when it was time to Play, too.

Like now, for example. When Awrloph had waited around for too long - as the forgetful birdy beast was wont to do, now and again - he would get a certain Thickness between the legs. Maybe it was stones sagging a little lower and heavier than usual. Maybe it was a sheath being slightly more stuffed with stubbornly engorged horsedick. Maybe it was all in his head! but when he was splayed out, flying, gliding through the air, and he hadn't gotten his regal beastrocks off in a week or so, he would begin to hear a whistling sound. Very similar to a teapot going off - and for much the same reason! The chimera's sheath would catch the soaring winds in just the right way, making a soft whooshing sound, the same kind you'd hear if you were blowing against an empty glass bottle. Only a bottle made of fuzzy soft sheath skin!

It was whistling now, the air catching over it's opening just right. It tickled up inside, swirling in cloud-misty eddies against his sensitive shaft flesh, making it tingle and tickle. With a relaxed, lazy sigh, Awrloph let himself sink down through the crowd that he had been skimming over. He would be almost at the edge of the Forsaken Forest, probably near the Dusty Glades. He closed his eyes, the Awrloph shaped hole in the top of the cloud lazily closing up behind him, entombing him in the foggy vapors, until he burst down from the underside, born into the lower atmosphere once more!

He was, as he knew he would be, completely accurate about where he had dropped down. The edge of the forest trailed into clumps of shrubby brushes, all popping out from a weaving, hypnotic series of small mounded hills, brushed with the golden hair of the wheats and hays that grew on them. The deer and elk from the woods could usually be found navigating between the hillocks to get to the cool fresh stream that passed through.

There were no deer there today, though. In fact, Awrloph's keen eyes could detect Nothing taller than the grass itself, weaving in it's dusty ways to the descending wolf horse bird. Except for one figure - there always had to be One figure, didn't there? Yes, always.

At least this figure was of the pretty sort, though. Last time it had been one of those shiny guys with the sword and the attitude and the soft and gooey insides. Well, admittedly, his insides hadn't been that gooey when Awrloph had pulled him out of his crusty metal shell, but after some aggressive affection he had been positively leaking with chimera love! Those were the tastiest, of course, after they had been well prepared.

Awrloph's belly wasn't that hungry, though, today. Not as grumbly as those aforementioned horse-hangers, in any case. The gryphonite made a show of swirling slowly around the pretty figure down below, forelegs, and hind legs, spread wide to catch as much of the air as possible. Slowly, gently he glided down, peering down as she peered up.

Oh yes, it was certainly a she. Not the scrawny elven maiden type, either, no, this was a lady who enjoyed the good life, it would seem. Prim and proper, of course, but filling out those sleek and silken robes in a very enticing way. He touched the solid earth again, trotting softly around, peering at her skeptically.

"Oh! You heard my call, thank you -so- much for coming to help me!" she called out, her voice sonorous and sweet at the same time.

Call? He hadn't heard the call. Had there been a call?

"I, err, well yes, of course, that is what us mighty beasts do. Rescue fair maidens in distress, and..." the chimera glanced one way, then another. Hmm. "...what exactly seems to be the nature of this distress you are under? Is there a monster that needs slain?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that, there's no danger. My silly Pegasus ran away, leaving me stranded on top of this knoll."

"Pegasus, huh? Well, those are a flighty sort," the gryphon chuckled, approaching the female. Watching her for sudden moves of course, for though she was beautiful and calm, she could be an assassin - or worse! She was of the normal stature that you would expect for one of her species, her wide rudder tail laying dormant on the ground behind her. Warm, tannish brown fur cloaked her exposed arms, lighter along her neck and what he could see of her delicious bosom. The red, silken dress she wore was simple, but evocative at the same time, hiding and presenting her to the randy chimera at the same time.

"I'm sure he'll return, after he's nibbled on some Flightberries or drank some Vine nectar." He sidled closer, and ducked his head, down, sniffing at her. Her cute, upturned, rounded snout muzzle tipped towards him, sniffing back, and she smiled at his comment, looking the big, handsome beast over. "In the meanwhile, if you would enjoy someone to pass the time with," he started, and of course he put that low, slightly menacing growl in his voice, the kind that made the unicorns all nobbly-kneed.

"That would actually be quite nice!" She reached down, and picked a wide leather saddle from the ground in front of, with all sorts of reins and such hanging down from it. "You look to be about the same size, and all, and I'm sure that the extra straps would fit.

Servitude? Those expressive triangular wolf ears went from perked forward to laying sideways. "Well, I was thinking of something a little bit more, ah, relaxing, really," he started, friendly enough, but the lutrin lady put up her paw.

"Oh, I'm not talking about hard labor, my, Virile friend," she replied, leaning forward to stroke under his fuzzy chin. Her webbed fingers cupped under his chin, gripping softly, and she pulled down. Strangely, he let her pull his great handsome muzzle down, to park his big nose so close to her own, and she stared right back into his inquisitive gaze.

She had the most beautiful muddy-brown eyes. Not topsoil black, or clay red, it was a soft, generous, absorptive brown, and he found his shoulders relaxing, growing more at ease by the moment. She was rubbing him, her touch so pleasant, so, well, natural. When she pulled her fingers away, he tried to follow them, frowning as they curled into an unresponsive fist.

"I, err. Well I suppose if it doesn't involve too much work," he murmured, licking at his thin, dry dark lips. "What exactly do you want me to do for you?" He asked, and then, shaking his head, he stood up straight, proud, dominant. "And what's in it for me?"

"My dear Awrloph, I believe you already said what is in it for you," she said, slowly crossing around behind him.

"I... did?" He felt fingers caress a certain heavy, aching part of him, his fore-toes digging into the soft, grassy earth as they rubbed and explored. His eyes slitted as they softly gripped and handled him, the chimera struggling not to lift his tail in some submissive fashion. He was a big, proud gryphon, she didn't get to just Touch him! He brusquely twisted and padded around, poking his nose against her upper chest, presumably to get eye to eye with her. She was scented with something that reminded him of orange and lilac, though. Her eyes flashed with surprise, a splash of hostility, and softened into amusement. She pulled down, and away, then stood back, letting his nose press against the outside of her dress.

"Yes, you did," she countered. Her paw went up to rub and dig her short, thick, dull fingerclaw into that itchy part right behind his ear. "You said that you wanted some assistance with a certain heaviness between your legs, a heaviness that works well for what I want. You see, I'm out here to gather certain, reagents, for a spell I am brewing.

"Mm hmm?" he snuffled softly, watching her watch him, her beautiful warm brown eyes so entrancing, so, deep. So pretty.

"Nothing too fancy, or too dangerous. In fact, I only need a few more things." she said, her other paw caressing his other ear now, helping to nestle his sensitive nose further against her softly sweet smelling dress. The warm, yielding resistance on the other side was intoxicating. Well, everything about her was intoxicating.

He realized, vaguely, that his pride was hanging out in the open, dangling and mostly stiff, but he felt no urge to hide it. Was it that bad to let this lowly... beautiful lady see his equipment? He felt a vaguer reassurance that she would know what to do with it, though. Gathering reagents didn't seem so bad. A flower or two, maybe a couple berries, and he would be on his way.

He nodded in agreement, after much sniffing, err, deliberation, and the classy otteress took a step back. "Excellent! Now," she said, picking up and heaving the saddle over his backside.

Unf! It was bulky, and heavy, and he stomped his back foot in irritation. "What was this designed for, an elephant?" he quibbled, as she pulled a strap around his belly. The knee to his side was downright rude.

"No, as a matter of fact," she taunted, "It was specially formulated for my winged pegasus gelding. You remind me of him! Save for the wolfy parts. And the balls, of course."

He grumbled at that, ears tinging red at the tease. She pulled a bridle over his snout, but it was not the kind of bridle you would expect. It was leather, for one, and instead of chains it was made of loose leather flaps that hung down from his cheeks and over his muzzle. It looked ridiculous.

"I don't -need- a bridle, you can tap my shoulders if you really murrrph!-"

She had pulled on a smooth silver chain, one he hadn't noticed, and the leather flaps clapped together, folding in against his handsome lupin jaws and snout. The straps of it folded behind his ears, and it was all really quite snug without being restrictive. Or rather, restrictive, without being claustrophobic.

"This is embarrassing," he muttered, but there were more surprises in store! Like the straps over his chest, digging into the thick lupine furry ruff there. Or the straps that led back between his hind thighs! He turned his head to peer at that, but he couldn't make quite out what she was doing, back there. So he lifted one leg, peering underneath.

She had wrapped a strap around his pouch! Well, that's what it looked like, anyways. There was one strap going from the saddle, backwards, and then curving under his haunch. Another angled down in the other direction, along his other haunch. They both met, and crossed over each other, squarely in front of his dangling stones, and then crossed over the other way and slid up along his bony butt, nuzzling either side of his tail, and then hooked back to where they split!

"Diff iff no way to grapple a beeft fuch ath myfelf!" he practically squawked, but her touch returned, soothing his aching loins.

"Nonsense, silly, this works perfectly. I need a crop to tell you to Go, reins to tell you which way, yes? Well how else am I to tell you to stop?" Her fingers slid up... then down. Up, then down, kneading, caressing. It was tantalizing, tantalizing and wrong.

"Yew can fay, 'ftop," he corrected her. He didn't pull away, though, even as her fingers turned cool against his heated flesh, soothing and calming them down.. They were relaxing his strained flesh, drawing the tension from them. Those tender webbed fingers were drawing the heat and lust from them. They were still heavy, of course, still pulling down on his soft scrote, and they were apparently still fueling that stiff equineness tapping against his belly. They weren't overwhelming him with

"I suppose I could, but this way is much more fun, isn't it?" He shivered as those fingers slid away, and she walked up along his side, reaching back under his belly to give a tickling squeeze along his maleness. It made him stomp in place, especially when she gave the warm cap a slow swirl with that velvety webbing between her fingers!

"I would say that you agree, yes, if this slickness is any indication.Come along, big boy," she said, and before he could complain about that, he felt the weight of her plump body pushing down on his midsection! She had climbed right up on top of him, as if he were, as if he were a common steed! "Giddy-Hup!"

-SWAT!-

When she had said she the riding crop was there to make him go, he had assumed she had meant against his butt. She had leaned back enough to flick the leather flap at the end against his trussed, vulnerable chimera nuts!

With a startled bark, he set to trotting! The slap had smacked him with in the right nut, and it stung, badly! He turned his head to nip at her, because pretty lady or not, Nobody swatted him there, but a yank on the reins pulled his head back to straight forward.

"I said, giddy-HUP!"

-SWAT!-

It was more of a yelp than a bark this time, for now both of his proud eggs stung something fierce! Not painfully as much as shockingly, of course, and embarassingly. He heaved into the air, and used every last inch of his thirty foot wings to scoop himself up and away from the earth, soaring high into the smooth clear skies. He wouldn't try to go higher than a hundred or so feet, for fear that she might swat him again and unintentionally get herself bucked off! No, gliding was fine enough for THIS tawdry wench.

He would help her with her reagents - whatever they were - and then drop her back off, and if his paw should accidentally get snagged on a bit of her dress, what of it? If he should accidentally tear it loose.... what of it? He was sure she would be Honored that such a magnificent beast as he had deigned to douse her with his magnificent beast seed, to fill her with his chimerlings, to ripen her belly with his-

-SWAT!-

He barked, again, staggering in the air. "Mmmf rrrf huu fat!?"

"I said to turn right, and you didn't respond. I expect More from my charges. Now." she leaned in close, and he could feel her thighs clench all the more snuggly around his midsection. He flapped his wings, harder, the air dragging across the both of their clenched bodies. It wasn't whistling, this time, probably because Awrloph had developed a bit of a rudder, trailing behind him in the fresh, cool air. "See that hob over there? With the great, ancient oaks surrounding it? That's where we are going." her leather boots slid down, and she slid her heels into the crotch of his thighs. They nudged dangerously close to that dangling chimera shaft, which wobbled and bounced in the buffeting air.

Despite his proud nature, Awrloph found himself aiming his grand, handsome body in that direction. It wasn't hard to rationalize it, of course. He was curious, for one, about this secluded little glen that he had somehow missed in previous flybys. It wasn't all that well hidden, or anything, and the tall, dark brown wooden tower looked to be radiating with some sort of energy that big strong beasts like him just craved to peek into. Of course, there were other things he'd like to peek into, as well, and most of them were grinding back into that lucky leather saddle that gripped his back!

-SLAP!-

He growled this time, the stinging slap was completely unnecessary. He twisted his head back to give her a dark scowled growl, but that darn muzzle kept him facing forward, like a good mount. He briefly considered flipping over, and dumping into the top of one of those ancient trees, but he had a feeling that would only lead to more trouble for him. Still, there was no reason for that last slap, no reason at all. He got the distinct impression that she just liked to swat him.

He glid downwards, sailing through the smooth breeze, dropping to the looming green earth. Finally, he felt it stomp back against his paws, and he trotted, loping in a slow ellipse around the front of the estate's yard. The air smelled sweetly of honeysuckle, honeysuckle and arcane energy. She was a sorceress, there was no doubt about that, and judging by the level of power in the house, and it's age, and the makeup of the yard, she was either much much older than she looked, or she was in a coven. His tail flicked agitatedly at the idea that there were more bossy ladies waiting in that aged residence.

She tapped him in the nuts again, to get him to turn around, and then again to have him trot towards a long barn that wasn't connected to the main building. It's timbers were solid, a dark brown and grey mottled with tan streaks. She dismounted him, taking the reins and leading him to the front door, which slid open with a great creaking and groaning. He pulled back, the smells inside the barn were not smells he wanted to smell, but she pulled playfully at those reins again.

"Silly boy, don't you want to help me with my reagents?"

His tail flicked, his foot stomped, she had been talking about reagents since they had met, but had yet to pluck a single flower! He mumbled something into his muzzle, and turned pointedly away from her, looking across the grass. He wasn't going in there.

"Oh, my poor, silly beast, are you scared? I thought you were a big, strong male, but you look like you are about to piddle yourself. Such a shame, and here, I thought we were going to have So much fun, too. Very well, I suppose, if you don't want to play, and help me, then you'll just have to go home." The swat to his testes made him jump!

He trotted away, growling under his breath. For all the harness did to muffle his voice, he was still Much larger than her, and it was ONLY leather and metal binding that saddle to his back. She did not seem to realize just how much danger she could potentially be in. He circled her, proud orbs aching distractingly, growling his discontent for her practices. He eyed her down, shoulders high, and she smiled back at him, pleasantly at ease. Why wasn't she intimidated?

"Oh yes. You are a BIG boy. That much I can see."

The touch to his maleness was sudden and.. pleasing, if shocking! He hadn't realized his mighty equine-hood had slithered free, dangling out into the open! He didn't know what could have caused such a thing to happen, of course. It was not like he enjoyed her abuse! The air must have just tickled him, or perhaps it was an anger-boner.

Regardless, he did not pull away, and his great lupine ear flicked as she practically purred into his ear. Her fingers slid back, to cup against a very sensitive, aching, dangling part of him, those short, blunt nails scratching lightly against that burdened pouch.

"Oh, my, how big they are." she giggled, her fingers scrunching at the fuzzy soft flesh, making them ache more. "I don't remember them being this big when I tied them up." She chirred, and he felt something, her body, grinding softly against his back thigh as she groped and fondled them. "I must have been cropping at them harder than I realized. Oh, that must have stung so bad, no Wonder you're so precocious..." she chirred. He picked up something, the smell of... female. In the wind. Female rut. As if she were suddenly aroused.

Her fingers slid up, to tickle against the neck of his sack, the fingers noosing around it lightly and then tugging down. "These poor things. You've been so much, I think it's about time I took care of you, don't you? Would you like that, for me to help you out with your problem here and make you a happy little beast?" Her whiskers tickled against his ear, the way her voice tickled against his mind! Like some sort of sneaky snake, sliding in through unguarded windows, and building a nest inside him, whispering to him what to do, what to... think.

He found himself walking into the darkened barn, though his tail flicked irritably at his rump cheeks. It's not that there were any flies biting him, but he felt on edge, as if there were about to be.

His delicate wolf schnozz instantly picked up on the old, sour musk of sex. Sweat, too, though not as strong, and that particularly fizzy ozone left over by magical spells. there were dark stalls to either side, and though he thought he saw movement, thought he heard rustling, even a murmured voice. Nothing, though, that warranted further investigation. The part of him that demanded he investigate, that warned him that this was all very fishy, was getting quieter, and quieter, and more and more silly sounding. Like anything bad could happen to him, Lord of Air and Forest!

She was walking beside him, her fingers curled under the harness over his snout, gently guiding him down the long wooden barn. His shaft was stiff now, he realized vaguely, thumping up against his underbelly with each graceful step he took. The hay crinkled under his big heavy wolf pads, crushing underfoot as she finally turned left, tugging him along. She wanted him to go into a cage of some sort, made out of smooth iron bars all latticed together with bolts and such. It looked sturdy enough, and he trundled agreeably through the open cell door. Automatically he found himself turning to the right, moving to rear up, and 'hugging' over the big metal bar that bisected his pen. It felt normal, natural, the unnaturally constructed 'shelf' sliding down along his chest, and belly. Giving him a sort of natural 'log' to rest on.

He turned, as he heard the Chink of the door closing, grunting as he realized she had joined him in their little pen. Normally, the huge beast would be claustrophobic, wanting to kick and pry his way out of the confining prison, but her presence continued to sooth and placate his restless pacing.

"Now, now," she cooed as her other paw reached over to the side. "We need to be thorough about this, I'm sure you understand." She giggled, her other paw having slid back, and she gently jostled his aching orbs. "Oh, my, yes, these are perfect. I couldn't have asked for riper specimens."

"Riper?" he asked, half heartedly through the harness.

"Yes, riper! They're just.. I mean, ahem. They're just so full, of your essence. You understand, yes?"

Of course he understood, he wasn't dumb! He was about to tell her so, too, when he felt something, something warm and wet and snug and boneless swallow up over his thick length. he twisted his head, to look down, and promptly saw stars as he banged it on the metal bars!

The thing was making lewd slurping sounds, whatever it was, which was bothersome because he really couldn't tell! He could see her, out of the corner of her eye, looking at something underneath him while rubbing his flank. Underneath him? He couldn't quite see anything, but he also just couldn't angle his head enough to get a good straight on view.

Frustration began to give way to the relaxation that comes with a really, REALLY good blowjob. Sure, it may not have actually been a blow job, he couldn't be sure of that, but it was the closest explanation he could give, that he wanted to give. It was sliding more and more over his length, a combination of rubbery and sloppy slick, and he Grunted each time it pulled back. he gave a deep growl, trying to push at whoever was under there with his back left leg, but... felt nothing.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she cooed, from behind him. "Did I forget to tell you about my Fellatius Esurius charm? Oh, my apologies. It triggers whenever a male comes into this pen, like you did, and it locks the door until it's extracted it's... fill."

Awrloph grunted, his hips clenching as he tried to force his proud flesh down into the gripping, nursing, hungry 'thing' that was suckling at him. It moved with his hips, following infuriatingly, chugging along as pleased as could be. Then, he felt her against his back. Not her fingers, or her muzzle, but her torso. Her torso!

He peered back, over his shoulder, to see her standing up behind him. As in, above him. She must have brought a stool or something, because there was no way she was that tall, and-

Oh!

Something touched him in a rather private place. A place just under his tail! Awlroph was certainly not going to put up with that, and raised a leg to kick her right off that stool, bucket, or whatever else she had climbed up on, but that smooth, cool, domed thing that was touching him there, just ground itself in. The sensation was so foreign, so intrusive, so just plain Wrong that it stalled him in his tracks!

"There we go, oh, I thought you would like that." she chuckled, and the beast's leg slowly settled down onto the floor. He hugged that bench he was climbed up onto a little snugger to his chest. "Big fellas like you always do. Now now now, I don't want to see you fussing. There's nobody here but you, and me, and my little... stable."

Stable? Oh! Yes, he was in an... mm... a stable, that's right. The smooth, solid core of whatever she had strapped to her waist was kind of distracting him. He wanted to argue with her, to tell her he had no need for stuff like THAT to feed her little magical blowjob thingie, but he just didn't have it in him, really. Her hands gripped the fur on either side of his haunches, using those holds as anchors as she started to grind back and forth, pegging that smooth bit of wood or bone or whatever it was alongside his innards.

He thought that that sort of thing was supposed to hurt, but oddly, it didn't. At least, not the way she did it. It actually felt, well, not good, but ... interesting! He could feel something inside him being, ahh, hmm, prodded against, or something. It made his whole groin tighten in a nice, if exotic way, his long tail twitching in the paw that held it up so.

It was kind of, well, embarrassing. Humiliating, even. He was noble. He was proud. He was a stallion. He was an Alpha wolf, if you wanted to be technical about it! He was also curled over a metal 'fake mare', humping into a magical charm and getting pegged by an otter woman he had only met an hour or so earlier!

Even more embarrassing was, that dull ache in his nuts had grown significantly more acute, the proud ovoid organs tugging up, priming and tightening. The smell of her own wetness, slick and sweet in the musty air of the stable, made that fuzzy sack cling and grip even more snugly against those heavy stones, the slight pain of it mixing in with the slurry of pleasure and the sound of her voice in the bedraggled beast's mind. He grunted, howled, and finally gave the evil sorceress her wish, his body expelling it's long-held energy and seed to the gripping gullet that gulped and ground along his throbbing length. Each pulse seemed to illicit a strong, squeezing pulse from root to proudly flaring tip, and he grunted as he felt several long, Long weeks worth of his pride spurt and shoot from the wide cap.

Finally, he slumped.

The thing that had pleasured his shaft all this time, slowly peeled back off of him, and he could feel his length, seemingly stripped of all sensation with the intense milking, hanging limp and sticky in the cool air.

He grunted into his muzzle, the tip of his tongue rubbing against his dry lips, as he felt the lady's body pull back away from his own, stepping down and walking along his side.

Only not all of her came down! He could quite clearly feel that smooth peg, still wedged inside him, still pressing, and rather uncomfortably firm, he might add, against a certain area inside him that made it hard for him to think straight.

"Oh, you did so well," she said, her fingers sliding through the thick, glossy fur of his side, along his shoulders. She began to untie his harness, freeing the saddle, freeing his head from the heavy equipment. "I think that's enough of that, for now, yes? Yes, of course it is. You'll probably need to rest up, before you get to work in the morning. Oh, and thank you, by the way."

She had just pulled the leather straps down away from his muzzle, before holding up what looked to be a crystal gobbet filled nearly to the brim with a thickly opalescent white syrup. Oh, it was That. His stuff. He bristled, partially at seeing his proud seed, which was designed to fill mares, not bottles, so callously confined to that cold crystal, and partially at the way her fingers so preciously gripped that flask. She wiggled those fingers over top of the neck of the bottle, and the thick, magical essence bubbled, a light blue tinge flaring deep within it, spreading to turn the whole morass a delicate shade of Sky.

Then she drank it! Turned it right up, right in front of him, and gulp-gulp-gulped it down in a particularly unladylike fashion. He felt something, a tingle in his loins that slid up his spine, crossing down through his limbs. It only grew more intense with each swallow, a peculiar, not-unpleasant tingling, buzzing sensation. It was as if he were feverish, as if he were not quite in his own body, and it made his eyes heavy and groggy and thick. He strained to watch, to follow as she tipped the bottle up, but as the last of it emptied out, he found himself emptying out as well, sliding into darkness.

He couldn't have been out for long, for when he opened his eyes, he was still in the stable. The light coming through the slats in the wall was about the same hue. No, it couldn't have been very long at all, but she... oh, She was quite different.

The pleasant curves and heft to her body was still there, oh yes. The dress was gone, revealing all of those little surprises and mysteries he had hoped to maybe get a glimpse of. She was radiant, beautiful. She had a glow to her, sort of like you might see in a pregnant doe, but almost tangible. Her fur was thicker, softer, her eyes glimmering and sharp, her claws just as sharp!

"There you are, my delicious little morsel." she said, her voice dark molasses in his ears. He found his tail wagging, flicking back and forth, his long lupine tongue hanging out in silly fashion. "Did you enjoy your little nap? Good, good."

"As you can see," she said, gesturing down the length of her body, "I had a special need for a certain reagent from you. Oh, don't worry, I didn't use all of it up at once, I consumed it using a spell, basically enchanting my own body with your, ahem, essence. And, I must say, through out the years, I have done this many times, and this is ... by far, the most effective, powerful source of energy I've ever used."

She was walking slowly around him now, brushing his still damp fur along his chest, and then trailing her fingers down the length of his spine. He realized, vaguely, that he was still gripping the phantom mare, that he was still in that, well, base position, showing himself off to her, but he didn't care, no not one bit.

"If you liked it, I will have a lot more for you, very, Very soon. Maybe tonight, even," he growled pleasantly to her, all hint of menace having left him. Why should he be mad at her, even if she had bossed him around and corralled him like a beast into this grungey little hut? She was Awfully pretty!

"I'm afraid that won't be possible. Not for me, anyways.You see, I still have one more reagent I need to collect. It's for my garden, you see. Yes, just one more thing." He shivered as he felt those sharp, smooth claws rake softly down the neck of his pouch, gripping it rather possessively. "I'll need your help with that, too."

Help with her garden? "Well, ah. If you'd like me to pollinate some flowers for you, I know a very good bee keeper, just down the valley a bit, I could -"

"Tsk tsk, the pollination is not a problem. It's not even necessary, with these plants. No, no." those fingers kneaded, massaged, and he could feel that dangling horse hose stiffen and tighten at the illicit lewdness of it all. "They need -fertilized-. I think what you've got here would be just perfect for them. What do you say, mmm?" "Oh, well, if you want me to donate more, I... well I can't see anything wrong with that. As long as I get to fertilize You, afterwards."

She chuckled, a slow, lazy, leisurely chuckle. "Well, my sweet pet, we have all the time in the world for you and me." Fingers gripped, pulling down, tugging those heavy hanging horse juevos down low, and he felt two more of her fingers slide up high. The two of them pinched, on either side of the front and back of his sac, and her voice went nearly silent as she mumbled something, something he couldn't quite pick up.

Something caught at his mind. Pet. She had called him her pet. He felt his tail flick, as distantly something nagged him, something telling him to pay attention. Pet. Normally, the idea would be rather, well, to be frank, normally he would have stomped her into the dirt for even hinting at such a thing.

Her fingers pinched harder, and he pulled his ear back in thought. Pet. His tail flicked again. He could be her pet. It would be, well obviously it would be a silly, fun thing. She would be -his- pet, of course, not the other way around. He could let her ride him, of course, and let her have her fun, tell the others he was her pet, but they would both know who the Real pet was, when they got back to her little farm. Certainly when they got back to her bedroom! He would toss her onto the bed, and -ouch-, that was a bit of a pinch! He let out a little bark, a grunt of disconcertedness, but she didn't seem to care, just doing her muttering chanting thing. Hmph.

Where was he.

Oh yes, toss her onto the bed, and then tear her clothes off. He would jump on top of her, and show him just how mighty he was, and then she would strap on her little peg, and-

Wait a second.

Actually, yeah, that would be okay. He could let her drag him out here, they could do a bit of role-playing, if that's what pleased her. Pleasing her, yes, that was very important.

He barely even twitched when she gave a last little pull, smiling and giving him a reassuring pat on the butt.

"There there, all done, and aren't you just the most patient little beastie? Yes you are. Come on, we can go out to the garden, and I'll show you my special collection.

He didn't comment much, just nodding and letting her lead him out. He felt surprisingly... light footed, trotting along side her, feeling a bizarre sense of pride. Not that he had just scored with such a talented and lovely otteress, but... oddly, the pride came from walking beside her. Well, a little behind her, really, she definitely was in the front, leading him.

Still, it was where he felt he belonged, and it was good. She was holding something - some bag of something or other, it looked like - and she wouldn't let him quite see what was in it.

They walked for a while, through some woods, and then the woods ended and they came to a great, and wonderful valley. He knew the valley well, for he had been flying through it for most of his life - he knew of all the beasts and towns that nestled down with in it's deep entrenchment. He had just never found such a point of view to see it From!

He peered down over the edge of the rocky ledge, but couldn't make out anything down below, so high up were they. "So, ah. Where exactly is your garden?"

"This, IS, my garden, my pet. I watch over it, always, and now you are going to help me with that. It's a new era, little one."

He wasn't little, and- actually, forget it. The nickname was kind of cute. He leaned very gently against her, as she finally started to reveal her little bag. It was dark, and lightly furred, and looked very familiar. He squawked!

"Those are my!" He dipped his head under neath his chest. Yup. Those were his! She had pilfered him without him even knowing it! His black fur turned a slight burgundyish tinted around the cheeks, as she smiled at his flustered expression.

"No, my pet. These are -mine-. You gave them to me." She elbowed him gently. "Come on, it's not like you're going to need them anymore."

He pouted. Not so much upset as, well, embarrassed. He would have... watched. Maybe even enjoyed it.

"So my last seed, that I ever made, you used for a skin cream," he started, and she interrupted.

"A longevity potion. And by the," she smacked her lips, "potency of you, I would say that me and you will have a good eighty, maybe ninety years together."

He nudged at the hand holding his stolen pouch. "And you're going to use those to.."

"Watch and see." The turned, then twisted, violently! She flung her arm out, and the scrotum emptied it's content. Two gleaming gray orbs flew of it, flying free into the evening air, two wingless birds seeking heaven. Awrloph watched his testicles as they flew away, and the sorceress, she twisted her hands and fingers together, chanting furiously, staring intently after them. They Exploded!

Awrloph gawked as what used to be his pride, his masculinity, exploded in two bright glimmering burst of prismatic light, and streaming, glittering, glistening particles showered down through the air from where they used to be. They spread out, covering the valley from one end to the other, and disappearing finally into the ground around it.

Her gentle scritches behind his ear told him it was time to go home, and so, still staring at what she had done with his masculinity, he dipped down. She climbed aboard him, without using a saddle - and without her using any clothes - and the two of them wordlessly turned back. He needed no goading no ear pinching, no twisting to tell him where to go, because She knew where he wanted him to go, and that was all the two of them needed.

Four Months Later......

The town square was bustling. The harvest festival was going to be the best ever, people said. Farms from one end of the valley to the next were bursting with big, ripe fruits and vegetables. Pumpkins bigger than horses were being rolled down the farm lanes! Cucumbers with bizarre, and some might say LEWD, shapes were being collected by some of the town's more deviant ladies, and the others, well. To put it simply, the town had a record number of swollen bellies. It seemed that all of a sudden, Everything was fertile and ripe. The land, the ladies, and certainly the men! Which might explain the ear to ear grin on the muzzle of a certain tiger as he arrived with naught but a bag on a stick and a worn pair of shorts. He was watching a group of wolves playfully boasting and strutting about under the window of some uninterested leopardess, and the tiger could tell, could just tell, that this was going to be an Excellent harvest indeed.

He stood up straight, as one of the wolves strode over, giving him a cursory, suspicious sniffing about. Finally, though, the strong looking wolf, full of pride and dominance, stuck out one paw. "Hello, there, striper. New to the Valley? I'm Hidan. Welcome to my territory."

The tiger took it, shaking it with a grin. "Nice to meet you, Hidan. I'm Charn."

Meanwhile, a lovely looking otter lady was shopping at a fruit vendor's cart. Carefully, she plucked each perfect strawberry from the proudly grinning bull's bushel, and carefully, delicately, placed each one in a black, wrinkly, soft leather bag. She smiled at the compliments she got on her finely groomed (if perhaps a little plump) mount, the curious hybrid following calmly just behind her. How did she train him? Where did she find him? Aren't hybrids a myth? She answered their questions with nothing but a soft, curious smile, and if the beast could talk, he didn't seem to be in any mood to. He had better things to do.