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The wine was so dark a red that it was nearly black and when it rolled down the tongue it released a burst of sweet flavor that was nearly as good as the dessert it came with. Ember had never tasted anything quite like it and he resisted the urge to curl his toes in ecstasy and embarrass himself in front of his host. It was enough that he was tasting the rare vintage and enjoying the company of the person who had provided it. Though the wolf's amber eyes were as much entranced with his company as he was with the wine and the rich dessert that had been brought out to finish their meal. The presence of Nathanial made him increasingly aware that he was somewhat shabby in the lavish room and the genteel dining partner.

Nathanial was a hound that had breeding in every line of his body. His gracefully tapered muzzle was a pure snow white, while his head was capped in a caramel color that often looked red when the light hit it right. The ears hung down along either side of his head showed a certain amount of grooming so that the fur looked like satin. The lean body was dressed in a loose dark red blouse and a pair of riding pants that seemed designed to show off the graceful, almost danceresque, physique that he boasted. The copper colored eyes watched him with an unconcealed glimmer of amusement as Ember picked up his fork to try the dessert again. As always, he felt his ears color just a touch beneath the nobleman's look. For a noble he was.

Nathanial Timonington Esq. was one of the last of his blood line and commanded several titles and enough land to make most people green with envy. The hound's property wasn't just located in England, but also in several near by countries for his own amusement. The local folks talked about him affectionately as his ancestors had been generous when they had held more power and he continued the habit by donating to charities and starting his own. He was also entirely annoyed at anyone referring him to lordship or any other name that might hint at his status. He preferred to be as normal as possible, even in the luxurious surroundings of his home and dressed like something out a badly done romance novel.

The wolf had met the hound nearly a year ago at a pub of redoubtable reputation in a part of Cambridge that had a reputation for being rather loose and free. At the time, the hound had seemed almost part of the scenery as he had drank, sang and even managed to get into a fight. A fight that Ember had ended up a part of much to his own chagrin. It was only after they had been bruised, battered and kicked out that they introduced themselves. Ember had only known that the young man's name was Nathan and he was from somewhere up north but had come here for a bit of relaxation. The wolf had grinned at the hound and announced that it was early and there were better places that could afford a drink as well as a place to talk.

In truth, the wolf abhorred fighting and wasn't entirely keen on drinking, but at times there was an enjoyable thrill for stopping at such a place. When they had moved on to a small coffee shop instead of a pub and settled down to talk quietly. Nathan had proven to be charismatic, charming and quite well educated as they had fallen into discussing several famous writers that weren't as common as Byron or Carroll or Shakespeare. It wasn't until a few months later that the hound had rather abashedly admitted that he wasn't just a simple student or teacher, but had a title as well as an education. Since that point, Ember had felt slightly ill at ease around his friend.

He glanced down at his wine glass and set it back on the table. His paw was silvery grey and the paw pads were larger than the genteel digits of his friend. His fur was thick and heavy from the end of winter, and although it was groomed, it didn't boast the smooth glossy finish that that hound's did. He felt rough and shabby when surrounded by such elegance. Even though he'd worn clean smooth slacks and his best shirt, he still didn't feel quite at home. He moved a paw up to smooth along the freshly cleaned blue and white scarf before coming to the end so he could fidget with it. Ember didn't know why he couldn't just relax and enjoy the stimulating conversation here when he so often had when they had gone to small coffee houses or other places to eat.

"You look as if someone has your tail tied in a knot, Ember." Nathan's accented tone was smooth and amused as the hound leaned back in his chair with a full bodied stretch. "It makes me think I really should sell off this damned place and move into something more sensible."

"I feel like I'm eating in a museum." The wolf laughed ruefully and rubbed a paw behind his neck. "Sorry, Nathan, I'll just never get used to the decorations and you living in something your seven times great grandfather lived in."

The hound crinkled his nose slightly. "Well, don't treat it like a museum this week. Enjoy staying here! If you want poke around the place and see if you can guess where some of the moldering relics are from. You might even teach me something."

"I'll probably end up locked in the library trying to read everything at once." Ember's tongue lolled out in a grin as the hound snorted in amusement.

Nathan had asked him weeks ago if he'd be willing to come and house sit for him. House sit?! Manor sit! He was sure that the hound had servants, but the offer had been made in such a charming way that Ember had been eager to agree. The hound had explained it almost abashedly as he didn't like keeping the caretakers at the place when he wasn't around. They normally got bored and it gave them time for a holiday as well. He couldn't leave the place by itself because he had several dogs and four horses on the property that needed someone to feed and look in on them. The wolf had just grinned and agreed. Although he didn't know much about horses, Nathan was always bright enough to explain things in a concise and easily understandable manner. And... he would get the library in exchange.

"You had better not, you've dogs to feed and horses to let out." Nathan swung his arm over to hook around the back of his chair. "The four mares down there are easy. I had one Charlie fill up the grain buckets and have everything premeasured for you. But I do have a stud coming in the early morning. Big bloke from America, actually. Friendly sort, so if you don't mind stopping in to give him a reassuring word while he settles in I'm sure he'll be fine while I'm gone."

"American stud?" The wolf grinned and flicked his ears back. "I thought you had warm bloods down there for fox hunts."

"Not allowed fox hunting anymore and you can't tell me you've never liked old westerns! A big paint quarter horse would look beautiful in the stable and might throw a few interesting foals." Nathan rocked back on his chair. "Unless you're intimidated by him, then you can just leave him in the stall. Feed him and he'll be fine until I get back."

"I think I can handle him. Why on earth did you schedule him to come while you're off in Switzerland? Sounds like bad timing on your part." Ember took a sip of his wine complacently. He wasn't worried about a stallion in the stables. The doors were thick and heavy, and as long as the horse was on one side and him on the other the worst that could happen was a nip.

"Quarantine." Nathan grimaced unhappily. "I had him shipped over a month ago and customs held him in quarantine for weeks while they ran vet work and I filled out paper after paper after paper. I could leave him there until I come back, but they'd charge boarding fees and I'll be damned if I give them a chance to change their mind!"

"Too true! Well, I assure you, they will be well taken care of and everything neat and in place when you return." Ember gave a slight bow and winked, "Your library, however, will suffer under my boredom of staying here."

"I'm sure it will." The hound laughed and lifted his wine glass up in silent salute before throwing it back with obvious relish. "Enjoy sleeping in tomorrow. I'll see to the animals so you can have at least one lie in before you start the madness. I'll leave the keys for you on the table by the front door along with the alarm codes."

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The moon was nearly full and cast blue-grey shadows over the lush thick pasture. The grass hadn't been tended in several weeks, but it was nearly high enough to allow the horses to set to work on it again. It also allowed for covering as a white and copper colored shape darted along the line of the fence. Nathen kept low to the ground as he made sure that there was no one moving along the edge of his property or the road that might see him. The pasture and stable were close enough to the road that an errant headlight could catch him on his way to it, but thankfully it was so late that no one was travelling. It would raise far too many questions if anyone saw him creeping through the overgrown grass entirely nude. And his coloring didn't make for good cover.

Nathan had set up his plan months ago and it had been a delicious wait. He had known the first time he had seen the white and grey wolf bright eyed and excitedly talking about his stance on philosophy that he had found the one he wanted. From there it had been a game that had brought pleasure as much as it brought frustration as he lured the wolf closer into his confidence. The bright mind was as attractive as the plush thick fur and the vibrant amber eyes that positively glowed when he was in the midst of an argument. The soft spoken words made him nearly whine with desire and more than once he had been forced to stop himself from trying a more direct seduction. No, he didn't want a simple tumble in the bed, he wanted something far more enticing.

He wanted to make it a night the wolf would never forget, he wanted to draw the wolf into a situation that they would come together in a flurry of animalistic passion. If the event led to him being able to raise some magical energy that he needed, then it was all the better. Because magic was what allowed his family to become so powerful, magic was what had given them their title, magic was what ensured that even when other nobles had fallen under the face of the modern world and a changing economic climate, they had been able to remain a power to be reckoned with. His family had used magic in such a subtle way they had never been suspected of it.

Some of the magical energies came from such things as great balls and parties. His many times great grandfather had started with inviting other well bred families, but one of his ancestors had found that the common people had more spark and fire to them. They had begun to donate heavily to the poor and throw lavish parties with limitless food that allowed them to siphon the energy from the revelers. It had been glorious! And now, he used the same tactics, but every now and then he wanted something more personal. An energy that didn't come from a group and had to be carefully gathered and hoarded, but from a single person in a moment of passion. Sexual energy. Even thinking the word made a shiver run down his naked spine.

Ember was perfect. Nathan had nearly given into the urge to seduce him in his normal form, but he had already had an idea that made the seduction all the better. It made use of a spell he had used several times in the past, but never for this purpose. He would become something closer to the earth, closer to the balance of nature. He would become an animal in everything except his mind. And he would use that form to claim what he had so carefully cultivated. The meshing of a thinking creature with a feral animal would mingle two worlds together to raise enough energy that he could feasibly make a go at expanding his business ventures to far outside of Europe.

The hound pushed the stable door open and shivered. He wouldn't lie to himself. He could lie to many people and prided himself on the ability, but he couldn't lie to himself. He wanted the wolf. He wanted that soft silver-grey fur nude beneath him, he wanted to feel powerful and in control as he claimed Ember. Just thinking about it stirred his sheath until his dark red tip started to slip free. He could almost imagine what awaited him, the tightness, the writhing body beneath the barrel of his chest. He had to struggle to stop himself from doing what he truly wanted to do; slip back into the house and into the guest room where the wolf slept. It was worth the wait. He had waited this long after all.

Nathan slipped into the freshly cleaned box stall at the end of the aisle. The mares stirred nervously and snorted at the intrusion, but his mind was elsewhere as he closed and locked the door behind him. He only had to wait a few hours and then everything would come together. The hound growled a low noise of anticipation as the change rolled through his body in a flush of red hot magic. His growl grew higher and higher pitched as his legs extended and a flowing copper and white mane spilled from his neck. Soon the laughter disappeared into a high pitched whicker of amusement as large hooves clattered down on the hay strewn floor. The mares stirred restlessly as the changed Nathan lifted his head up and stared out at the moonlight covered pasture. Soon he'd have what he wanted and just how he wanted it.

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The first thing Ember became aware of was the fact that he wasn't in his normal bed. His sheets were soft in his own bed, but these ones were smooth and plush against his fur. The pillow was overly large and soft beneath the curve of his cheek. Even the scents were changed. It took him a long while to remember that he was staying in one of Nathen's guest rooms. The covers that were tangled around him weren't his own, but the high thread count sheets that had been fitted to the bed for him. It was luxurious and he stretched out slowly with a wriggle of enjoyment into the plush embrace of the bed. His eyes parted to see the sunlight filtering in over the edge of the bed and lighting up the richly decorated room.

It was a great day. He glanced at the clock to see it was just past 11 and winced to himself. He had planned on waking up to see Nathan off and get a few last pointers about the horses, but it was obvious he'd been more tired than he had planned for. It was a good thing the hound had given him what instructions he'd needed last night over dinner. The dogs would be easy, he knew how to feed them and water them, and since they had a large pen out back he wouldn't need to exercise them. It was going to be a lazy week with him with only a handful of chores and the ability to delve into a library that was more extensive than anything he'd ever seen.

It took quite a while to pull himself out of the warm welcoming covers, but he eventually slipped free with a soft sigh. From there he found the shower and woke himself up the rest of the way before he spent some time unpacking his suitcase and tucking his clothing into the empty dresser placed against the far wall. He finished up his morning chores by making the bed and then went to seek out his own breakfast. He was glad that the people that normally served the manor were on holiday, he was nervous enough in the large house alone. He didn't want to think about how he'd deal with people offering to make him breakfast or cleaning up after him. In truth, he wasn't sure why Nathan was able to deal with it so well. It must have been different if one had been born into it.

True to his anticipation the six dogs were easy to take care of. They were friendly beasts that yelped and leapt up at him with no hint of aggression despite the fact he was a wolf. Someone had obviously trained them well and he spent several enjoyable hours playing with them as he refilled food bowls and cleaned out water bowls. He was amused to see that they were copper and white much like their owner and he made a mental note to make a few comments about what he thought of that. He left the dogs with a more upbeat step to his paws as he stopped briefly at the house to change into something more durable before his first attempt at the stables.

It took him a while, but eventually he found some clothes he thought would fit and meandered down to the large white stable that dominated the lower half of the sprawling property. He had always thought the place looked as if it would have made a good house rather then a stable, but no one had asked him. The only thing that made it look like a stable was the fact it was centered in the midst of large white fences and a white ring that he'd been told was used for practicing riding. Nathan never hesitated when it came to comfort and appearance. And, Ember realized as he saw a yellow piece of paper taped to the barn door, never quite planned things out as well as they should have been planned.

Ember,

The stallion came in just fine, but we had to switch the horses around last minute to get him in the bigger stall. His stall will need mucked out. DO NOT LET HIM OUT WITH THE GIRLS! He seemed pretty gentle, so just work around him.

-N

PS- His name is Athens.

The wolf snatched the note down with a sigh. Of course. The one thing he didn't want to do was muck out a stallion's stall. The mares were pretty sweet and gentle, but a stallion. He pocketed the note and opened up one of the broad doors to the sound of stirring bodies. He'd just make do with things as they fell. At least he could turn the mares out while he cleaned out the stalls and hopefully by then Athens would be settled in enough to not mind a stranger in his new stall. Damn Nathan! What was that hound thinking? He didn't know the first thing about horses!

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Nathan leaned his head over the stall door and watched Ember with mild copper-brown eyes as the wolf took off his shirt with a groan and leaned his back against the stall next to his own. He had spent an enjoyable afternoon watching as the wolf worked to shovel, struggle and clean each and every stall. He had been sure to behave like a horse and he had enough practice to make it seem natural. He had always gloried in the part of his heritage that made him a shape shifter. There was nothing like donning a powerful animalistic shape and feeling wild and free. He had often changed into another form when he was out where he knew he could stretch out his legs and run.

Today wasn't about running, it was about something far more enjoyable. The stallion pricked his ears up as Ember unhooked his scarf from around his neck and hung it up on a peg and turned towards him. It was obvious that the wolf was reluctant. Nathan flared his nostrils and tasted the slightly sweet taste of fear on the air. It wasn't surprising that Ember didn't feel comfortable around what was apparently a full stallion, but it did make Nathan snort in annoyance. He walked towards the door of his stall and hung his head over the edge with what he hoped was a mild look. He flipped his ears up and let out a very soft nicker.

"I'm going to get him for this." Ember muttered under his breath before it rose up in a sweet call. "Hello there, handsome lad! What a beautiful lad you are!"

Nathan pretended to lift his head up with interest before stretching his neck out towards the wolf. "Easy there. I'm just going to have to clean out your stall, lad."

The stallion held completely still as the wolf's paw brushed against his soft velvety nose. He had to fight to keep his tail from flicking up and letting out a noise of victory. All he needed to do was get the lovely wolf in the stall with him and he could control it from there. His nostrils quivered a little bit as the paw pad trailed just along the curve of his jaw line while he arched his neck. The paint stallion tried not to fidget as his ears flicked up high on his head and he let out a soft whuffling sound of pleasure.

"Easy on, lad. Easy on." The wolf moved a paw down to the latch of the stall door and glanced into the hay strewn place nervously, "You're not so bad are you? Just a big puppy dog."

Nathan stepped back with the muted thud of his hooves against the ground the let out a rumbled whicker in his throat. He didn't try to do anything unusual, not when he could almost feel the tension coming in waves from the grey wolf. The pale amber eyes looked him over dubiously before the stall door opened and Ember stepped in. There was a tension in the lean body that hadn't been there before and the paws gripped the shovel as if he was ready to use it to defend himself. It was almost laughable given the fact that he hadn't made any sort of aggressive move. He had little doubt that his friend was thinking about stories about aggressive stallions and what it might mean being in a stall with one. He could be patient. Patient and well behaved until he saw an opening he could use to make a claim on the wolf.

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Ember was well aware that the big stallion was nearly crowded against him in the small stall. The dark red chestnut and snowy white stallion was larger than any of the mares. His body was more heavily muscled and he had a pair of powerful hind quarters that were entirely different then the warm bloods. The mild eyes watched him without a hint of aggression or fear at having a predator species around him. He felt a little relief that it looked like the horse wasn't about to cause any troubles and he set about starting to shovel up the hay in smooth practiced strokes.

He'd learned how to make use of the shovel in the other stalls, so he felt pretty confident at this point. The mares had been easy to turn out so he had the stalls entirely to himself, now he had to watch as he moved so that he wasn't hitting the hilt against the large stallion or bump back against him. The stud, for his part, just seemed to watch in bemusement and occasionally dropped his head to nose at wisps of hay hopefully. He'd half expected the muscular creature to be aggressive and high strung, but he was just as placid as the mares.

By the time he had most of the stall cleaned from the dirty hay and the wheel barrow was filled he felt far more confident with moving around the barn. His lips quirked up a little bit as he came in closer to Athens and moved up to cup his paw beneath the smooth furred jaw line. The horse snorted a little bit as the wolf pulled and stepped back to guide the stallion to the other side of the stall where the hay had been cleaned out. If this was what a stallion was supposed to be like, then it wasn't nearly as bad as people had made it out to be.

The stallion nosed against his stomach with a hot puffing breath against his belly and chest. "You really are a big sweetheart, aren't you?" The wolf murmured and rubbed just along the underside of the chin. "You stay right here, I'm going to get you straw to throw down, alright?"

Athens leaned and seemed to chase after his paw when he dropped it before letting out a soft nicker. Ember indulged the big stallion with a gentle stroke against the nose again before slipping out of the stall door. His tail wagged back and forth as he lifted up the handles of the wheel barrow and hauled the used hay out of the barn to be added to the pile. At least today should be the only day he'd have to clean out the stalls, the rest of the time the horses should be fine until their owner got home. The wolf was surprised that to find that he enjoyed the exercise. The warm scent of leather, horse and straw mixed together with his own sweat into something enjoyable. He wouldn't really mind doing it another day while he was house sitting.

_Almost makes me think about having Nathan teach me how to ride. Nothing like Athens of course, but I wouldn't mind learning how to ride one of the mares if he'd be willing to teach me. _ Ember mulled the idea over with a grin. He could just see himself trying to scramble into a saddle and guide the horse around.

The wolf pushed open the door of one of the empty stalls where straw had been stacked up neatly for easy access. It was a blessing for him since that meant he didn't have to figure out a way to lower it down from the hay loft and haul it into the stalls. He left the door open behind him and rolled a dolly to one side as he picked up the first bale of straw and dropped it down onto the dolly before turning towards the hay. He wasn't sure how much the stallion would eat, but better safe than sorry. He reached down to hook his paws on the twine that kept it in its bale shape and all hell broke loose.

Ember barely had his paws worked around the twine and a weight suddenly shoved roughly against the small of his back and knocked him forward. His knees hit against the hay and knocked him forward slightly as he tried to scramble up. The assault was so sudden that he didn't even know how to react or what to do, but his aggressor seemed to know how to deal with him. As the wolf jerked backwards something hard and incredibly heavy shoved down right along the length of his spine. It dug in against his bare fur and pushed him roughly down against the hay bale. No matter how he threw himself backwards against the weight it didn't move.

"Let me go!!" He snapped out and twisted his head around with a snarl. His only answer came in a low whickering noise. A whickering sound that sounded suspiciously like laughter as the chestnut and snowy white equine head looked down at him. Athens!

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Nathan watched the wolf leave his stall with his ears all but quivering. The door was securely shut behind him as his temporary stable boy pushed the wheelbarrow down the hall and towards the outside. He remained standing in the position he'd been left in for a moment, just long enough that the wolf could be out of sight and then he moved to the door. His ears remained erect and strained for any hint that Ember was going to come back. He draped his long neck over the barrier and considered the latch to the stall.

It was a secure lock for a horse, though it wasn't the sort that most would use for a prize stallion. It was a simple bolt that was pulled up over and down again to open up the door. He had made sure to install a lock that he could easily manipulate with his thick sensitive lips. In no time at all he had the metal bolt thrown back and the door opened just enough that Nathan was sure he could slip out easily. By the time Ember came padding back towards the empty stall everything looked completely natural. The pinto stallion watched the silver form pad past him with mild eyes. It was as close to innocent as an equine could manage.

Once he lost view of Ember he nosed open his stall door and stepped out as quietly as he could. The stallion lowered his head so that it was held level with his shoulders as he stalked after his quarry. His nostrils flared a little bit and tasted the scent of over worked wolf until his tail lashed back and forth with snaps of the long silken edges. He made it all the way to the empty stall when he saw the curve of the pants clad rump cheeks bent over and obviously getting ready to haul a bale of hay onto the dolly. He never got that far.

His large heavy fore hoof dropped down right onto the grey furred back with practiced ease that ensured his weight wasn't enough to hurt Ember, but enough to pin him down. The form jerked beneath his hoof and he pressed his weight down carefully with an arch of his large neck. His mane fell forward in silken waves along the mottled coat as the wolf's head turned in a soundless snarl of frustrated anger.

"Shit! Athens, down boy!" One of the grey paws moved back to try and grip his pastern. "Go on, back you go!"

Nathen whuffled and lowered his head a little bit as he didn't budge his hoof so much as an inch and his velvety lips tickled right along the edge of the furred back. He flared his nostrils and drew in the heady aroma of musky male wolf mingled with the more enticing scent of the mares he had cared for. He blew out a breath to ruffle the fur before parting his lips and pinching lightly against the very base of the tail. The wolf's body jerked forward and he heard Ember let out a string of curses as he struggled beneath the hoof. The paw that gripped harder against his ankle and tried to shove it away, but it was too late. The hot scent of wolf teased his muzzle until the stallion gave a short sharp nip right at the tail base. His flat teeth pinched against the skin so that Ember let out a short sharp cry.

Too late, my friend. You should have checked that door on your way past. Nathan whickered laughter as his teeth started to hook against the pants. It was worth the wait.

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Ember kept his hand wrapped around the ankle and tried to budge the hoof that held him pinned down. He couldn't budge it as he felt the hot breath blasting over his hips and along the line of his spine so that the fur was ruffled up. It wasn't any different then the snorts and snuffles he'd gotten while petting the stallion, but the feel of the soft lips trailing against the line of his spine had him squirming. He gave a harder shove against the hoof just as teeth pinched down at the base of his tail. The flat teeth clamped down just hard enough to give him a shock of pain as he jerked forward with a rough cry of protest.

"Damnit, Athens! Stop it right this minute!" He moved his paw forward and tried to drag himself out from under the hoof. "Back, back right now."

He moved one leg back to shove his booted foot up against the broad chest, but Athens didn't react to it. The teeth released his tail to grasp the back of his pants before pulling back. He hadn't quite realized the power that a stallion had at its beck and call. He could feel the neck jerking back as his pants were pulled down no matter that they were tight and buttoned up. The hoof didn't tremble or strain to hold him down as he kicked harder back against the chest with a yelp of protest. His tail tried to curl between his legs as his pants were pulled down all the way to his ankles. The sharp edges of the hay prickled against his soft furred sheath as he cursed under his breath in embarrassment and fear.

"I said stop it!" He curled his lips back in a feral snarl back at the stallion, but Athens seemed to have his attention focused elsewhere.

The soft muzzle slipped down and flipped his tail up so a blast of moist air hit against his soft opening and lower along the swell of his orbs. He tried to curl his tail between his legs, but the large muzzle stopped him. Instead he was forced to feel the soft velvety lips plucking against one of his balls before nosing it up and letting it drop again. He jerked his hips upwards and stood on his toe tips as he endured the examination that made his ears darken into a deeper red. Damn it all, he must have gotten too near the mares and the stallion had the wrong ideas about that that meant. He had to get out of here and get the beast back into his stall where he belonged!

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The noises the wolf made only made Nathan feel the sweet painful pleasure of denied lusts growing. He had waited so long to see his friend in this position that he had to rein himself back from lunging on top of him like the stallion he resembled. His skin quivered as he daintly slipped his muzzle just under the tail and started to tease the orbs there. He played the horse to perfection as he pulled and tugged against one and then the other. His long silken tail swished and snapped back and forth as the mottled flesh of his sheath started to stir beneath him. It was nothing like slipping free of his sheath as a hound, he was so much larger and the girth lacked a bone to make it instantly aroused and eager.

The thickened glans drooped downwards, heavy and full, and began to lower the rest of the two toned flesh. His skin shivered slightly as he licked just under one of Ember's balls and rolled it against his tongue as another inch of feral flesh dropped down. It swayed beneath him as it gorged and filled out. The wrinkled flesh smoothed down while he stomped a hind hoof and suppressed the instinctive desire to rear up and start to thrust wildly. His long tail flagged briefly before dropping down again. The belled tip swung back and forth as the thickest point of the base started to harden so that his cock formed an arch beneath him. It was far too hard to actually stiffen up to lay along his stomach, the thick tip too heavy to allow it to hold that position except for brief moments as he flexed it.

"Down, st-OOP!" Ember cried out and the last word went up in pitch as Nathan dragged his hot pink tongue over the tender looking pucker.

The sound of the yelping wolf made his haunches twitch before his stomach muscles tensed up. The mottled black and pink cock flexed up beneath him to slap against his chest before dropping back down again. The first thick syrupy bubble of precum welled out and spilled down in a thin strand to the straw covered floor beneath him. The stallion lifted his head to bite firmly against the base of the tail in warning as he shifted his hoof against the curve of the back. The silver form was squirming beneath his hold and Nathan caught the panicked look in the amber eyes that peered back at him. They were centered just beneath the barrel of his chest.

_Oh don't worry, my friend. I won't leave you to just seeing at a distance. _ Nathan ran his tongue beneath the tail again as his mind was flooded with barely suppressed ideas of just how the wolf would feel beneath him.

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Oh sweet... It's not getting excited, it's not getting excited.. Ember babbled to himself as he stared beneath the stallion.

He wasn't completely ignorant of how a stallion was built, but he'd never actually been close to one that was showing signs of arousal. The shaft was toned with thick black flesh and splashes of pink. The tip was as broad as the palm of his hand and seemed to weigh down the entire cock so that it swayed back and forth beneath the prancing haunches. It was only when the hips gave a sort of twitch that the tip slapped upwards with a fleshy sound against the chest before dropping back down again. The sound of the slap made Ember jerk and try to struggle forward again. The air was tinged with musky horse scent that he had been considering pleasant only a little while ago.

The tongue lavished his tail hole with another lick so he jerked his upper back hard against the hoof. The edges of the animal's foot bruised his skin as he tried to get out from under it, but he couldn't get away. The slippery tongue swirled around until he could feel the saliva coating him from just behind his balls to beneath the dock of his tail. It wasn't just the slippery feel of the tongue, but the strange pleasurable sensation of the hot breath puffing against him and the strokes against his balls. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on the fact he was being violated by an animal and not by the fact his sheath was starting to stir. It was harder than it should have been, especially with the sharp edges of the hay rubbing against his sheath and catching against tapered dark red shaft.

The wolf pinned his ears down against his head and muffled a low noise in his throat as the tongue swiped up again. It caught just under his tail as his back tried to arch up. He barely heard the slapping sound from behind him, he was concentrating on the fact he could feel the heat of the breath teasing against him and the soft tongue rubbing along him. He only came to himself as the large heavy hoof slipped from the small of his back and dropped down to one side of the hay bale. Even then it took him a moment to realize he wasn't being held down by the solid leg. He was being held down by something far more confining and alarming as the stallion lunged forward with a high pitched squeal.

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Arousal. Lust. Desire. Nathan felt his mind pounding those words in time with his heart beat. He shifted and pranced on his hind hooves as he flicked his tongue up and tasted the sweet scent of arousal on the air that wasn't his. He flicked his ears up and hurred low in his throat. It was unexpected but made it all the harder to hold himself back. He didn't expect the wolf to response like this. He could feel Ember trembling under his hoof as his tongue teased up beneath the dock of the tail. His shaft slapped up under his chest again and he felt a splatter of precum coating against his glossy coat. He snorted and lifted his head up so that his upper lip curled back.

It peeled back away from his teeth as he sucked in the hot scents on the air and started to breathe in deeper breaths of that lovely scent. He lifted his hoof off the curved silver furred back as the stallion let out a short squeal. He didn't drop his hoof down to the ground, instead he shifted his weight to his hindquarters. His muscles tensed up as he lunged forward in an almost violent eruption of power over the bent over wolf. He didn't give Ember a chance to stand up, he didn't know what he'd do if he saw the wolf trying to bolt away from him when he felt desire running through him like fire in his veins. He felt the furred back bumping up against his chest as he heard a yelp from beneath him.

_You're mine! _ He squealed out and snaked his head down to find the scruff of the other male's neck to grasp in his blunt teeth as his chest shoved him down firmly against the haybale.

The changed hound's mind was fogged over with primal urges that had nothing to do with power and magic, and everything to do with the scent of a mare in heat and a warm body beneath him. He barely recognized the furred form beneath of him as a wolf; as anything but an eager quivering form against his chest. His tail lashed back and forth before flagging up high behind him. The long strands snapped against his hind quarters as he spread his hind legs open wider and gave a short hard thrust forward. The heft of his aroused cock slid right up along the furred spine so that he left a slimy trail of precum behind as he roughly tried to buck against his captured 'mare'. His eyes glazing over with the ancient need of a stallion. He wanted this wolf!

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Ember trembled as the weight was almost too much for him. The broad chest kept him pinned down against the hay bale while the stallion scrambled and thrust forward. He yelped out roughly as he felt every last inch of that mottled cock sliding up along the length of his spine. The very tip pushed up just between his shoulder blades as a gooey thick drop of precum welled out and left strands clinging to his fur. He writhed and fought against the hold of the teeth against the back of his neck. He was caught, and what was worse was that he had no hope of shoving the large horse off him. He actually didn't want to even try screaming for help. What the hell would he say if someone did come to help him? The stallion was forcing himself on him??

The wolf dug his paws against the edge of the hay bale as the weight shifted and rocked him forward again. The thrusts pushed the tip upwards along his spine again before they dragged backwards. He drew in a breath as the thickened tip pulled back until he felt it drop down right against the base of his tail. His eyes bulged as he felt the glans shove up against his slippery pucker and he yelped out as his legs kicked out against the air. The thick tip dug right up against the opening hard enough that he jerked his head forward and tugged against the teeth gripping him. The powerful muscled forelegs slipped inwards so that he felt them gripping roughly against either side of his shoulders and he couldn't quite squirm his way free. It was impossible and as he felt the haunches shoving forward he braced himself and clamped his jaws shut.

Even with his jaws shut he couldn't stop himself from letting out a high pitched call as the powerful muscled weight shoved forward against him. The thickened glans pushed right up against his pucker and started to peel the anal ring open as he yelped out roughly. It was too big! It would never fit! His legs kicked helplessly before he found purchase against the barn floor and felt his hips being shoved forward. The glans let out a thick drool of precum as it started to push into him. The wetness spilled out over the edges as Ember's cry turned in a broken howl as he felt the wet popping sensation as the glans spread him open and slipped into his body. His walls clamped down tightly around it as his lips curled back a little. It was too much, it was too big, too thick, too heavy to naturally fit inside of him.

If it was all of those things? Why was he already mostly out of his sheath and trembling on a shimmering edge of anticipation and desire? He bit his lower lip as the shaft pushed inwards inch by slow inch as his passage clutch and pulled around Athens. The powerful haunches didn't give him any mercy as the teeth tugged harder against the scruff of his neck and he felt the wet saliva clinging against his fur as the wolf panted out shallowly.

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Nathan flattened his ears down against his head while he let out a muffled squeal and gave his hips another short thrust forward. He could feel the heat of the walls wrapping around him. They were so deliciously tight and clutching around him that he lost himself. He forgot the wolf was smaller, he forgot that the wolf couldn't possibly take all that he could give, instead he drove forward with a shivering of his powerful haunches. His medial ring edged closer to lewdly spread anal ring before he pulled backwards and trembled all along his back. His tail jerked up higher as he pulled back until his thick tip popped free with a lewd sound. Strands of precum clung from his swollen cock tip and the spread anal ring before he lunged forward and almost desperately bucked to push his tip right back into the welcoming embrace of the wolf's passage.

The walls strained tightly open around him as he felt them clutch and squeeze around him. The powerful inner muscles worked around his tip as he let out another hot wash of precum before pulling back. He could taste the wolf's arousal on the air, even as he heard the sharp yelps each time he gave thrusts forward. The stallion grew thicker the deeper he thrust into the passage. Inch by steady inch forced him open wider until there was a slight swell along the lower belly where his tip was penetrating. The rusty red and white tail lashed high over the equine his as he spread his hind legs even further in a crouch and simply gave himself over into the pleasure of finally doing what he had dreamed about since he had met the handsome hound.

His forelegs pinned right in front of the shoulders and he dimly felt the paws gripping his legs, but not to pull them off. Instead the hips started to jerk beneath him and he heard a groan as the stallion thrust forward again. This time he felt the ridge of his medial ring start to push right up against the clutching passage. He snorted out hotly and shifted the grip of his flat teeth against the wolf's scruff as the pale grey hips lifted upwards and he felt the bushy tail tickling against his belly. That was all the encouragement the stallion needed as he started to thrust in short wild bucks of his hips that drove himself in until he felt the walls so tight it was nearly painful. They squeezed around his tip as it drooled out thick strands of precum to coat the inner passage and the rest of it forced out around his mottled girth as the former hound snorted hotly and yanked his hips back.

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Ember closed his jaws on a sharp whimpering groan as he felt the tip plunging so deep inside of him that he felt as if his legs were going to be lifted up off the ground. The wolf struggled to push back against him as the smooth skinned girth pulled along the edges of his prostate. The strokes tugged against it so that he jerked himself back with a breathy noise. He no longer could control himself. He couldn't even hide it from the animal. His long dark red shaft slipped out of its pouch to rest hard and heavy against his belly. The thrusts forward made him back backwards trying to force more inside of him. He could feel himself strained nearly to the breaking point, but it didn't matter, the feel of the veined flesh pulling against the sensitive rise inside of him made him jerk his back up in an arch with a muffled yelp as the hips drew back.

The thicker portion of the tip pulled back against the anal ring and made him nearly lose control right then and there. His walls clamped down tightly around the girth before the horse thrust forward. Part of him was yammering that he was getting off to a horse treating him like a mare, but the rest of him simply savored the feel of the tip plunging back inside of him. His legs spread open wider to try and deal with the thickness as the spill of precum was soon being pushed out to slide along the edge of his balls. The wolf just clamped his jaws shut as much as he could and arched his back up so that he was grinding himself against his own belly fur. His tip let out a splatter of precum as he tried to brace himself against the broad forelegs that rested on either side of his shoulder.

The hot breath erupted out against the back of his neck as the teeth shifted up a little bit higher and pulled backwards. His head raised up with a rough cry as the tip drove inwards enough that he felt the ridge of the medial ring shoving right up against his strained pucker. He tried his best to brace himself, but he couldn't entirely as the hips slammed forward and the medial ring forced him open just a touch wider. His eyes bulged open wide as he yelped out. It was too much! He couldn't take it! He just couldn't! His paws scrambled against the hay bale as ever so slowly the ring sank inside of him. His walls wrapped around it as it drove in just a bit before yanking backwards again with a lewd popping sound that jerked his hips backwards.

He could feel it shoving back in again as his legs started to shake. He squeezed his eyes shut and there was no help in trying to concentrate on the fact it was an animal making him feel this way. He couldn't even think past the fact the shaft was pulling out and pushing in again. Each draw back drew the taut ring out in a lewd circle around the mottled girth and the thrusts in forced out the syrupy wetness and the outer walls in on itself. He squeezed his eyes shut with a muffled whine and rocked his hips forward beneath him rapidly. His cock swelled up slightly until he could feel his knot starting to force the down the edge of his sheath. He didn't even have the presence of mind to feel ashamed that he was reacting to the animal above him in this way, all he knew was the pounding of his heart beat and the rocking drive of the hips driving down against him. The power being put to use making him lose some part of him that believed in being civilized, believed in anything except the lust rising inside of him.

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Nathan flattened his ears until they disappeared against the thickness of his mane. His white and chestnut coat gleamed with a sheen of sweat as he put his entire body into the eager movements to drive his tip into the supple silken passage that suckled so hotly around him. Only some small part of his mind recognized that he was doing this for a reason. That part was what was able to start to raise up the spell to draw off the sexual energies. It was a spell that was slapped together in a haphazard fashion rather then carefully constructed. He could feel the energies raising up higher around him as he let out a short squeal and lifted his head up from holding the wolf's scruff. The walls contracted down so tightly around him that it was hard for him to pull his hips back.

He could feel the thick spills of precum clinging around his shaft and being pushed off of it when he drove forward. His tip started to flare open and spread wider and wider as his legs shuddered just a touch. He didn't stop his movement, instead he drove faster and harder until his medial ring began to pop in and out with lewd wet noises. His tail started to quiver as he felt the walls pulse and squeeze harder around him. The pinto stallion lowered his head to rest against Nathan's shoulder as he heard the wolf whimper out shallowly and the hips grind back against him. The pushing thrusts drove the medial ring just deep enough that he could feel his tip nearly hilting inside the wolf. The straining flesh pulled around him as the stallion let out a ragged shrieking cry of triumph.

The magic snapped around them and tried to leech off the energies that were being raised, but that was the last thing Nathan thought about. His balls pulled up tight between his legs as his tip blossomed out and started to flare open wider and wider. His tail trembled as he thickened to the point that he heard Nathan let out a sharp yelping cry before his urethra was pushed forward and the first hot rush of seed erupted from him. The heavy cream sprayed out in waves that coated the passage as the stallion's hips trembled and he tried to keep himself balanced above the writhing wolf as his balls continued to contract and force up another hot rush of seed. His flared tip lodged so deep inside of Ember that he couldn't even pull back. The walls kept a firm hold around him as if he were tied in place while he trembled and simply relaxed into the heady rush of his orgasm.

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Ember clamped his jaws closed as he felt the tip thickening up and pulling through him. It was too much. He wanted to deny himself the moment of pleasure, but he couldn't. All he could think of was the fact he wanted this, he wanted this more than anything. His stomach started to tense up as he sucked in a breath and let out a short hard breath. His tongue lolled out a touch as the hips gave another jerk forward and the tip started to spread him wider and wider. The strain made him struggle to deal with the girth. It distracted him. He barely realized that he could see light along the edge of his vision. Why should he see light?? Why did he even care if he did?

The tip suddenly swelled inside of him and Ember struggled in a burst of movement that made his legs scrape against the barn floor. His breath came out in short bursts while his fingers clutched against the hay bale. Even knowing what was going to happen didn't make him fully prepared for it. Even knowing that the stallion was reaching his peak didn't make him fully comprehend what that would mean. The tip flared open inside of him until he could feel his belly stretching outwards and trying to keep it contained. His ears fell back against his head as he let out a short ragged cry that came out as more then half howl.

The first hot rush of wetness splashed inside of him. He could feel it flooding inside of him in hot waves that were caught by the thickened flare. His walls clamped down tightly and he didn't fight the moment of pleasure he felt. His legs trembled as he felt his knot swelling wide against his belly and his tail jerked up high along his rump cheeks. The first watery spray of his seed splashed against the hay bale as he milked and squeezed around the stallion. The thickened flare being caught and clutched tightly as he worked around it and felt the trembling hips against his ass. Everything shaking and given over to that moment of absolute pleasure that continued to splash his shame against his chest and the hay bale.

The weight continued to press against his chest while he started to breathe a little bit faster. He could feel the tremors of the large stallion above him and the hips coming to stop behind him. The thick drooling seed starting to come in slower bursts as something heavier began to leak out of the tip. It splashed out inside of him as the hips shifted with a clattering of hooves behind him. The wolf's ears flushed a hot red as he felt a thick dollop of gel ooze out of the tip to seal the seed inside of him. His walls squeezed a bit more as the weight shifted over him and the softening girth started to pull from his stretched passage.

The only thought on Ember's mind as he felt the flared tip pop free with a lewd wet noise was how on earth he was going to keep this hidden. He could feel something hot and wet spilling down along his inner thigh as he tried to drop his tail over himself. He could never let Nathan know.... The painted stallion merely looked on with as smug expression on his face as any horse could manage. It had truly been worth the wait. In terms of magic and in terms of pleasure.