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There are many beautiful places in the world, but there are few that make one feel brave enough to step out into the humidity and clinging heat and remain on foot. New Orleans was one of those places where a person could get lost as they walked along sidewalks and poked into hidden alleys to find the most inventive and curious places to explore. Scott had barely been in the city a full day before he realized that he had little need of his rental car and that it would even hinder him as he walked through the city and took in the sights. A car would have never gotten him to half of the interesting eateries and eclectic shops that he poked his head into. It was well worth the time and sweat it took to follow the winding streets to get to certain locations.

Scott felt the stress from his job sliding away as he explored and poked his nose into everything he could possibly get into. The food was what kept his focus as he had never tasted so many different meals from so many places! They ranged from the spicy to the savory to the sweet. He'd taste tested nearly everything he could get his hands on and several items he sought out each day. The beignets had been just such a treat. The square pastries hadn't seemed appealing the first time he'd seen them, not with the pile of white powdered sugar that nearly buried them, but he'd still tried them. He was surprised that he'd fallen for something so incredibly sweet, but he had already made plans to stop by and grab them each morning before he set off.

The heat was the only thing that bothered him. It was so humid that the air felt heavy and almost touchable. As he picked his way down along the outer edge of the French Quarter he was well aware of the trickle of sweat that ran down along the back of his neck. The night air hadn't helped ease the heat at all, it just was dark and hot. It was uncomfortable, but he had only himself to blame for falling in on snagging cheap tickets for the summer months. He had been surprised at just how cheap they were, but he hadn't thought twice as he'd booked his trip out. His coworker had been just as eager, and now he was crashed in their hotel room suffering from near heat exhaustion. Scot preferred to continue on and see what the night life was life, but so far was unimpressed.

If he had been younger or still in college he might have found the raucous party exiting and interesting, but he had passed the age of wanting to scream drunkenly in the streets and had no interest in jamming himself into the bars that were so crowded he had to fight and dig his way through. He'd taken to walking by the old Ursaline convent and got a good look over the towering white edifice that boasted being the oldest building in the Quarter. It also let him pick his way to quieter avenues and he wandered to a bar that wailed out jazz that was far more appealing then the trash they had played on Royal Street. The plaintive cries of the trumpet mingled with the beat of the drums as he let his feet lead him into a small bar that was surprisingly empty.

The young man glanced around and caught a few people perched at the bar and a few in booths, but there was no crush of eager tourists pushing their way to the head of the line. In fact, most of them seemed to be chatting quietly among themselves as the trumpet player continued to play. They didn't dance and weren't chugging. He perked up and a grin twitched the corners of his lips. This was obviously where the actual residents of New Orleans came to drink, listen to jazz and meet up. It lacked the tacky wall decorations he had seen in so many other places and was dimly lit with only one central bar. There weren't even any cheesy novelty cups to be seen, which meant that it was likely to be a real bar instead of one that counted on the premixed stuff.

"Can I get and rum and coke?" He leaned up against the bar and the woman glanced at him. The look she cast at him was almost annoyed as her eyes raked over him. Scott fought not to flush as he was pegged as a tourist.

"Ten." She snapped back and didn't make a move to start the drink. It was obvious she didn't feel like wasting her time starting before she got paid.

He shrugged good naturedly and slipped her fifteen to ensure that he'd tipped her well enough to perhaps overlook the fact he wasn't a resident. She didn't thank him, but the icy glare softened and she whipped his drink up with a swift practiced hand that had nothing to do with measuring. He didn't linger at the bar once he had it, instead he slipped away and moved to the back of the bar where he saw an open spot. There was no AC, but the heat didn't bother him so much as he sipped his ice cold drink and listened to the music. It was the sort of bar he'd been expecting to find here that the heart of the Quarter lacked. Everything there had been filled with bright colors and tourist attractions that didn't interest him in the least little bit. Here was where he wanted to be.

Scott settled back and let time slip by him as he drank and listened to the patrons murmuring between each other. The soft voices in the background of the music added a sort of harmony. The third time he'd gone up to the bar to get a drink he'd been received with a bit more welcome from the bartender, though the welcome was limited to a jerking bob of the woman's head and his drink started before he forked over his money. He wondered how long he'd have to come here before he'd be welcomed, it was certainly the sort of place he could see himself returning to over the week. And the liquor was strong enough that he was blurry eyed as he exited the bar and into the sultry night air. It was a lovely spot, just lovely.

He found himself humming the jazz tune he'd just heard as he wandered down the narrow street and his steps swayed a bit as he picked his way along the edges of an alley that he vaguely recalled butted up near his hotel. He wasn't so drunk that he couldn't see, but he was just pushed over the line enough that he indulged in a half song as he kept his eyes moving towards the numbering of the buildings. It was a shame his coworker hadn't come out, now that it was nearly dawn the heat wasn't nearly as sharp. In fact it was almost cool as he hooked a left and moved between two buildings. A shame the place shut down around the time that it began to get truly comfortable for a northerner like himself.

"SHIT!" The curse word jarred Scott out of his thoughts and he froze as he became aware that he'd nearly stumbled into two men.

"Son of a bitch." The other men snarled out as Scott stumbled back a few paces.

He stared in shock and then horror as the two men stood up and he realized that there was a third form crumpled against the wall. The pale brick work didn't hide the glistening wetness that trailed down to the head of the form and his stomach roiled as he realized the torso was torn and bloody. It wasn't an unconscious reveler, but a dead body and he stumbled backwards as his eyes unerringly went to the smaller man's hand and the wet knife he gripped. The bigger of the two held a pocket book which they'd obviously been going through when he'd stumbled upon them. He almost stammered an excuse, but his instincts took the better of him. He turned and ran as quick as a rabbit down the path he'd just taken.

"Get back here!" A voice snarled behind him as Scott threw himself into his movements and used every inch of his long legs to tear around the corner.

Shit shit shit, they killed someone. Gotta get to the police... He panted roughly and fumbled for his cell phone, but it was a lost cause.

His clumsy fingers clutched at the slim case for a moment before it tumbled free and hit the ground with a loud cracking noise. He didn't pause to grab it, instead he launched himself out of the alley and onto a cobblestone road. The sound of foot steps were loud behind him and he dared to glance back to see their forms gaining on them rapidly. He wasn't an athlete, he had no illusions about that, but it was obvious they knew how to run on the rough cobblestones better than he did. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a gasping cry for help as he tried to figure out where he was. Surely Bourbon Street would still be alive and filled with people. There would be police officers there that would be able to help him. No matter that it was late, college students were always partying!

He twisted around another turn and heard the distant sound of a river boat whistle blowing out mournfully from somewhere in the distance. The sound of the foot steps continued behind him, but when he looked back he saw only one large form lunging at him. The man was close enough that he could see the face clearly even in the darkness. Scott cried out and tried to surge forward despite the cramp that started along the curve of his side. There was no time to wonder where the other man had gone, perhaps he had gone to hide the body or just not had the staying power to keep up. The muscles bunched up painfully as he scrambled to get away, but there was no hope. As he turned another corner to evade the reaching hand he hit full force into the second man. The thug had stepped out from the overhang of a shop and the impact sent Scott tumbling over the cobblestones.

"Damned rabbit been runnin' too bleedin' fast!" The larger man trotted to a halt and was panting heavily. "Fucker almost gave me the slip back there."

"Please.. please... won't tell.." Scott gasped the words out as he rolled up onto his knees, only to have a booted foot kick out and crack against his jaw bone. He went tumbling backwards onto the pavement as the pain erupted along his jawline.

"Damnit Murrey, told ya to stop doin' that." The bigger man glared at the smaller one. "Bad enough ya kilt the last one."

"Eh, she was screamin' too loud. Little bastard would probably scream too if we gave 'em the chance." The smaller man crouched as Scott started to crawl backwards, he was stopped by a sharp metal knife point sliding along the curve of his cheek. "Ain't that right?"

"No.. I won't say anything.." He panted out the words and whimpered as the blade tip pierced his skin just enough that blood welled up. "Please.. I haven't done anything!"

"We'll have to get rid of him." The larger man stood behind Murrey and gave his head a short shake. "Damned stupid thing. Just get it over with, we gotta stash one body already."

"Be a pleasure too." The shorter man started to draw the blade back and Scott squeezed his eyes shut, but the blow never came. "Heh, let's haul him back to the girl. Lotsa guys go nutty, we can make it look like he did her in an' then kilt himself outta guilt."

"It'll never pass, not with the cops an' all the scientists they got." The bigger man growled. "Street sweepers comin' out soon, we gotta go, just do it."

"Oh god, please don't. Please please please... Please don't..." Scott felt his eyes watering as the back of his neck was yanked back to expose his bare throat. "PLEASE!!! HAVE MERCY!!!"

"Mercy? Yon don't be thinkin' o' mercy, cher, dey jus' be thinkin' o' darkness an' shadows." A voice breathed through the street and seemed to be carried on the wind.

"HELP ME!" He whimpered out as he felt the hand on the back of his neck tense up. "PLEASE STOP THEM!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Murrey snarled. "What was that?"

"Dunno..." The bigger man's voice was a growl and the world seemed to suddenly get blasted with sharp cold air. It was so cold that Scott gasped out when the chill struck him. It was as if someone had opened up a freezer right in front of him.

"Wha' do ya offer me, cher?" The voice whispered out. "Ah don't work fer free an' yer story's been written. Dis is de end o' yer life. Can't be changin' de story's end so easily, eh?"

"Anything! Anything you want! I can't end like this!" Scott sobbed out and the man gripping him slammed him back so that his head thudded hollowly against the wood.

"Anythin'?" The cold air grew and he was dimly aware of the two thugs calling out to each other. "Oh cherie, ya don't know what's bein' offered. Death ain't so bad, seen it time and time again here in the Quarter. Easy as closin' yer eyes, eh?"

"I don't want to die." He whispered out the words and tried to scramble back even as his head was blossoming with pain.

"Call me then, mon ami." The accented voice seemed to murmur in his ear. "Call me. Call for Creole's Justice an' Ah'll save ya. Ah can't prevent de end o' dis story, but Ah can make it a beginning. Only call out fo' me. Call out an' Ah'll take my price and give m' justice."

"Please.." He trembled at the frigid air and watched the wild eyed Murrey glare down at him as he mumbled the words. The blade was still tacky with blood. "I'll take it! Creole's Justice! Don't let me die! I don't want to die!"

"Bon, bon, mon ami." The voice whispered before a low baritone laugh started.

"What the FUCK was that?!" The bigger man started to pull back as the laughter rose up in a high wild pitch on the air and Scott scrambled back.

His head was pounding and his body trembled as the cold air whipped around him to the point that he was left gasping. He balled his fists up and stared at the roiling shadows that were cast by the lantern light, but they didn't move with the flames. The long shadows rippled and twisted wildly in the cold winds before the darkness started to grow at a point just in front of him. Something tall, fall taller then any man stepped forward with a sound like a horse hoof on the air. He only had a flash of white before the laughter died away and the first of the shadow creatures ripped free of the wall and launched themselves towards the men that tried to scramble away. Their yelping cries reminded him of hyena's as the thugs screamed out in terror and were silenced with a wet ripping sound.

Scott tried to keep his eyes focused on the figure, but he found it harder and harder too as the man stepped towards him. The shadows ripple around him and seemed to hide his features, though he got the distinct impression that two horns rose up high in the air and he could see a long featured face. It was only when he heard one of the groaning noises cease and was dimly aware of a shadowed shape rearing its head back to swallow meat that the form started to become solid. He had a glimpse of a white face and long dark streaks on either side. It was a grinning skull, an equine like skull that regarded him and blunt teeth that flashed in the light as the creature leaned towards him. The face of the devil himself seemed to loom before him.

"Justice.." He murmured out and a hand gripped his shoulder. "Come, boy, tis no place fer you now. Not here."

"I..." He stammered as he felt like a puppet on the string as he was hauled upwards. His entire body shuddered as strange shadows danced and twisted around the alley way.

They were four legged and two, they were indistinct and strangely detailed as he saw lashing cats and snarling dogs. They weren't in the physical realm, but there was no mistaking their work as they twisted and capered over the unmoving bloody hulks that had been the thugs chasing him. The men were dead, he was alive, but that was no consolation as the hand on his shoulder gave a squeeze and pulled him in closer. That was the last he saw of the world before the darkness roiled up and grasped at him. The warm living hand that gripped him was his only hold on reality as the world changed and shifted.

"Ah'll show ya the price o' my justice..." The animalistic creature purred in his ear as the hyena like laughs followed him into the darkness. The sensation gave him no feeling of relief or comfort.

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The darkness lasted the span of the heart beat and the length of a life time. It was timeless and all consuming as Scott felt pressure building around him to the point that he screamed out soundlessly at the pain. He couldn't feel his body, couldn't feel his legs, couldn't feel anything except the grip of something heavy and solid on his shoulder. It was the only sensation that kept him grounded as he was yanked through the darkness that seemed never ending. The laughter echoed around him as wild animalistic calls throbbed in his ears and rose and fell to the sound of his heart beat. It only came to the end with a crescendo of the pressure that wrapped around him and the sudden yank that tumbled him into light so bright that he hid his eyes behind his hands to protect them.

"Damn, you found another one?" The voice was almost unbearably loud as Scott's body huddled against the floor and his breath came in short gasping breaths.

"Oui, Ah like the humans. Dey are... unique an' interestin'." He knew that voice and the human carefully opened one eye to stare at a dark hoof that was less than a foot away. They were cloven like a deer's.

"Not much to look at.." The other voice came doubtfully from one side and Scott slowly uncurled himself from the ball so he could turn his head to try and identify it.

"You are... jaded, mon ami." The first voice drawled out with amusement. "You 'ave spent too much time amidst the brothels Ah think."

"I like them exotic, is that a crime? This one looks like he's barely able to lift his own weight, let alone perform any tricks." Something hard nudged Scott's side and the human let out a protesting sound before jerking upright.

"Stop talking about me like I'm not-AHHHH!" The words fell into a scream as he turned and found himself talking directly into a long equine face and looking into a pair of ice blue eyes. "JESUS CHRIST!"

"Non, mon cherie, 'tis not my habit to believe he is here." A thick fingered hand dropped on his shoulder and he turned his body about to face the one who'd saved him.

Scott let out a lower cry as he found himself nearly nose to nose with a creature he could barely identify. The long antelope like nose was padded and the dark lips curled up in what looked like a human style smile, but the pattern of the face made the grin appear strangely elongated. The black cheek markings swept upwards before turning into snow white fur that formed the shape of a stylized skull upon his head. The head was crowned with a thick pair of ripped horns that rose up nearly the height of his own arm. The hand on his shoulder was thick with three fingers that ended in what almost appeared to be hooves rather than finger nails. He jerked backwards and scooted along the rough wooden floor until he saw the entire creature crouching there and watching him with obvious amusement. Obvious even on the animalistic face.

The body was somewhat human shaped, but only insomuch as it boasted two muscular looking arms and a lean chest and frame. The legs were bent so that they almost looked as if they'd be better off on a four legged creature rather than a two legged one. Despite the black and white face, the underside of the beast was almost cream colored and outlined in two broad black streaks that trailed all the way to the lower belly. He could see a glimpse of tan fur along the hips and a long tail that swept against the ground between his legs. Of course, that drew Scott's gaze down low enough to see that the creature was entirely nude and there was one spot that there was no hint of humanity. The pouch of the white sheath that hugged tightly against the belly and a pair of generously sized ovids that were between the legs.

"What the hell are you?" He sputtered the word only to watch the creature grin even more.

"He's an oryx, human." The horse behind him snorted roughly and Scott tried to wriggle backwards to avoid having his back to the equine. "And I'm a horse and you are a human. Good lord, Creole, couldn't you have at least picked up someone a bit stronger of spirit? He looks like he's going to go running!"

"Tis a shock, Shadow. He agreed ta de price." The oryx gave him a long look and Scott fought not to squirm. "An' he's alive ta pay it."

"What price? Where am I?" He swallowed as his mouth felt dry, but steeled himself when Creole's hand moved to touch his arm and he felt a slight shock.

"The price, human!" The pale almost white gold stallion threw his head up as he spoke. "Creole doesn't work for free. Didn't he explain it?"

"He didn't explain anything, he just said that i-if I wanted to live I'd have to let him have his Justice." The human trembled as the fingers touched beneath his chin and his head was turned to stare into the skull patterned face.

"Your story is over, human. No one can change fate, not Creole, not myself, not anyone here in our world. We can't change the course of the world that butts against our own, but we can pull some to our world for a... price. You are dead there, or as good as. No matter what Creole did you would have died one way or another, but in our world, our land, you can live." The stallion's body shifted and suddenly the creature let out a wicked whickering laugh. "Of course, that means you pay the price of his service. Not that many regret that price."

"But.. I.." He stammered and tried to make his mind work, only to feel the touch on his chin shift to his cheek.

"Oh aye, ye didn't think. But now ya are in m'world an' dat means ya need ta be sealed here ta ensure ya don't get sucked back to your own." Creole's words came with a hint of wicked laughter. "An' Ah assure ya, if ya go back ye'll be killed one way o' the other 'fore the day is out. Fate don't take kindly ta bein' tricked out o' what's right her's."

"Seal me here?" He managed and the fingers trailed along his throat. The thick hoofy tips trailed lower and lower along his chest and where they touched he felt a brush of heat spreading along his skin.

"Oh yes.." Shadow's voice deepened slightly as he spoke. "That's why I'm here. Two to seal you here, two to leave part of ourselves with you. Two to ensure you are a part of OUR world and not the human one anymore."

"What world am I in.." He tried to get the question out entirely, but a touch of the finger against the center of his chest sent a shuddering wave of heat through him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the warmth spread over his skin like a fever.

"Our world, cherie." The voice purred in his ear as the hand spread over his chest, his very very naked chest and the heat made his lips part slightly. "We're jus' next ta yer world, but oh so very different..."

Another hand moved to trace along his cheek and he found himself staring up at the icy blue eyes of the equine who parted thick lips in a grin. "Oh yes, so very different, human. We are the shadows and darkness of your world. We are the seven deadly sins, we are the dark voices and murmured debaucheries that your world tries to imitate.."

Scott trembled as the voice started to speak softly and intertwine together, but his ears refused to listen. He was increasingly aware of the pounding of his own heart and the fact he could feel it through his body. It pulsed just beneath his skin while he sucked in a trembling breath and cried out softly when the fingers on his chin and the hand on his chest moved. The feel of something dragging over his skin sent a spasm of pleasure through him that was almost painful to feel. His loins tightened and he wanted to pull back and hide himself, but the French accented voice that wove in with the deeper stallion's voice kept him in place. Their voices echoed, but the words weren't important. What was important was the sound of the voices and the rise and fall of the pitch.

His eyes glazed slightly and he tried to see around him, but all he could concentrate on was the oryx's other hand moving to slip along the curve of his hip. The sensation of the fingers touching just above his rump cheeks made him surge upwards, but that's what the creature was waiting for. The human muffled a cry as his nude furless form was dragged into the powerful lap so that his back was pressed back against the chest and the voice murmured softly into his ear. Oh it would be so easy to give in, so easy to let himself become a part of this world. The touch he was offered was life, it would keep him alive, keep him here, keep him whole. All he had to do was pay the price and give it over with all his heart.

"All yer heart, mon ami, feel it..." The oryx breathed against his ear and Scott jerked backwards when he felt the hand on his hips drop down and brush against the hardened flesh of his member. "Wha' use have ya ta go back ta the human world? Death waits for ya... not here, never here... Feel yer heart pound, oui?"

"Wha.. what are you doing to me.." His words came out thickly as a thick finger curled right beneath the head of his shaft and rubbed upwards. The simple touch made his entire body jerk back and feel the hot furred form rubbing along the line of your spine.

"Making you at home, lad." The horse's voice broke through the tremors that were making it hard to think. "We're life, we're lust, we're hope. Why go back to a world where you slave away til the end of your days? You are wanted here, craved, desired, lusted for. We long for you, just as you ache for us, don't you?"

The hand on his cheek moved his head up until he was partially looking up at the thick white maned face that peered down at him. His mind felt thick and tacky with their words, he couldn't break free from them and he couldn't think. He knew he should twist away and protest, but his form was pulled backwards until he felt something heavy and furred rubbing along the crease of his ass cheeks. It wasn't until the first slippery brush of the cock tip rubbed right at the small of his back that he realized what it was. Part of his screamed out that these were little more then animals, he should find a way out, but that part was smothered in the heat of their regard. They wanted him, he could almost feel the painful edge of that need as the equine stepped forward.

Scott's body pounded and felt overly sensitive. Every brush of the fingers along his body sent ripples of desire through him so he was arching backwards and felt the shaft starting to slip free of the sheath intimately. The strange wild scent of musk filled the air, but it wasn't anything like he expected it to be. It was animalistic, yes, but it made him breath it in deeper as the magic of their words drew his attention to it. How could he refuse what they wanted? Why was he even fighting? Hadn't he agreed that he would pay the price for his rescue and his life? Were they asking something so horrible of him that he would deny them this? He couldn't come up with an argument and he didn't fight as Shadow pulled his head forward and his lips brushed right against the heavy pale pink orbs that rested between the equine legs.

The male scent teased him and before he could come up with a reason why he shouldn't he flicked his tongue tip out and dragged it right along the heavy orb. He left a hot wet line there as the fingers around his cock gave a slow stroking pull that made his hips arch upwards to follow the sensation. He trembled in place and Creole's other hand moved to grip his hip so he was tugged backwards. His bare ass cheeks brushed right along the fur of the creature's belly and luxuriated in the softness of it teased over him. He didn't even think or make his mind focus on the feel of something hot, thick and wet drooling down along the crease of his ass. The syrupy precum spread outwards in rivulets while his legs were parted and his knees coaxed to rest on either side of the broader legs.

How could he think? Why should he think? The warmth against his lips distracted him just as much as he ran his tongue in hot wet flicks against them. They were larger then anything he had seen a human boast and the texture was so different. They were lightly furred so they felt like velvet under his avid tongue and the stallion didn't protest as he moved his hands up to grip either side of the hips. The heavy hand rubbed along the back of Scott's neck as he licked his way upwards and explored the differences in the equine, all the way up until he felt something soft and heavy spilling out against his cheek. The dazed human jerked his head back in shock as he watched the heavy tear shaped pouch stretch open to disgorge a pale pink member. The tip of it was massive and the girth equally as intimidating as the flesh drooled out.

"So scared, little human?" The equine murmured the words with a hint of a challenge and Scott rolled his eyes up to stare at Shadow. The white-blue eyes watched him intently and he struggled to think of a reason he shouldn't do this. There was none. He wanted this, he wanted them. Their scent, their words, the almost fiery heat of their touch that roused every nerve of his body.

He turned his head and licked out against the tip slowly just as something hard, tapered and slimy pushed up against his anal ring. The oryx's grip on his hips flexed down a heart beat before he was pulled backwards. His own weight drove him onto the animalistic cock and he parted his lips with a rough harsh cry as it pierced into his quivering passage. Creole bit the curve of his shoulder as his passage was forced to strain open wider and wider. He was no virgin and he couldn't even claim he had never experimented with other guys, but the oryx wasn't built like a human. It wasn't just fleshy, the cock was boned so that with a buck the creature slammed himself in. The hot precum erupted out of the tip and helped lubricate him as Scott rested his lips against the thickening cock.

Shadow's hot snort came from above before he licked out against the firming flesh. For something that had been neatly tucked away in the sheath, it rapidly engorged far larger then anything he had expected. He ran his tongue all the way down as his hips were settled firmly in the oryx's lap. His own balls rested against the heavier set of the creature behind him as another hot spill of precum oozed inside of him. The feeling of being so full made his walls contract down hotly while he licked all the way down to the heavy tip of the stallion. His tongue flickered out and dragged right around the underside before the horse moved a hand down to cup just beneath his cock and pushed it right up against his lips. Scott didn't even think as he parted his lips and let the too large flare push into his mouth and force his lips open almost painfully wide.

His moan was stifled by the horse flesh when the hands on his hips pulled him up and the cock slid through his quivering muscles before he was dropped down again. Creole's hips rolled upwards with a firm slap before he was lifted again. The sensation of the feverishly hot shaft rubbing and pulling inside of him made his body tremble. He didn't even fight as the hands gripping him pulled his hips upwards and back. He merely pushed his head forward and swallowed a hot inch of cock into his mouth as the horse's tip drooled out a syrupy dribble of precum that he struggled to swallow. He barely felt the ache of his jaw when the lap pulled back and he was forced to stand on his knees. He dropped his hands away from Shadow's hips to stand on all fours before the next thrust behind him drove him forward.

The thickened tip plunged over his tongue and nearly pushed into his constricting throat as he let out a rough groan at the powerful thrust of the oryx. The tip speared deep inside of him only briefly before Creole pulled back and plunged back in again. The movements rocked him on his hands and knees so he was forced forward to the point the smooth horse flesh pushed its way into his throat itself. He panicked as the sheer girth of it cut off any attempts to suck in air. He squeezed and pulled around it while trying to adjust, but that only made the stallion groan out more. The hands that gripped his hips offered him a reprieve as he was pulled back and impaled again and the glistening shaft pulled out of his throat and onto his tongue again.

His mind was flooded with thoughts that had nothing to do with escape and nothing to do with the fact he was being fucked and violated by near animals. It only pulsed in time with the need that grew in his loins and the hardened shaft that rested against his belly. He arched his back and bucked backwards against Creole as he suckled and swallowed around the cock tip. His own saliva slimed the girth and mingled with the precum that dribbled out along the edges of his lips. When the next thrust forced him forward again he didn't fight the glans that pushed into his throat and pushed his lips further down the veined length. The hot taste of the horse's precum filled his mouth just as much as the alluring wild scents of the musk.

The pulsing girth within him flexed and rubbed as it stroked places that sent tremors rocking through him. His moans were muffled, but he didn't stop them as he moved one of his hands up to wrap right around the base of the heavy equine flesh. It helped balance him as he worked his head back and forth. His tongue flickered and curled out right beneath the edge and swept upwards to run right along the opening of the urethra as another dollop of precum oozed out and he was forced to gulp it down. He was well aware that his own body was growing wetter. The oryx's thrusts came with wet slick noises as each thrust forward inched another bit of thick equine flesh into his maw and forced out the precum from his passage.

His walls clenched and gripped about the creature, he squeezed and pulled in an effort to keep it inside of him each time it pulled out. The smooth furred hips cupped against his own and the massive orbs clapped up against him while he tried to catch his breath. It was almost impossible as time and again he was forced to deep throat the horse and he struggled to swallow and massage the eager flesh. He curled his tongue beneath and rubbed right along the large vein that ran along the underside. Scott squeezed his eyes shut and started to rock his hips roughly back and forth, the movements shaking and rough as the oryx began to work in hard powerful thrusts. His back arched upwards and he moved his hand up along Shadow's veined cock until he could touch his lips. He felt the wetness that he'd glazed over the tip and rubbed along it as the need started to build.

He was nearly there, nearly to the point that he was ready to release. He could fell his balls tightening, but Creole took no heed of it. The creature drove himself forward with a final thrust that was so rough Scott's lips pulled free of the equine cock and he let out a harsh cry. His entire body locked up as the oryx shuddered to a halt above him and the boned cock started to pulse and send out hot thick sprays of seed into his passage. His muscles clutched down tightly and tried to bring back more of the thrusting stimulation, but the creature only held still as rope after rope oozed into him and was pulled in deeper. Scott's lips remained parted so some of the precum spilled out to the ground as he let out a final moaning cry.

"Bon, cherie.." The rough voice panted in his ears before the oryx pulled backwards. Scott jerked slightly as the still pulsing cock smoothly pulled out and left him hovering on the shining edge of pleasure and well aware of the thick semen oozing from his used passage.

"Warmed him up for me." Shadow's voice was rough and Scott's eyes flicked up to see the pale face looking down at him. The hard equine cock flexed slightly as the creature rubbed around his own tip.

"We do no' want to break him, mon ami." Creole's voice drawled out lazily and the thick hand slapped his rump cheeks. "Now, he will no' be broken.."

"I.." Scott licked his wet lips and tasted the stallion there still as he dropped his upper body slightly. "C-can't take that.."

"Oh you will.. it's all a matter of leverage, lad." The stallion whickered laughter that sounded slightly wild and one of the large hands gripped his shoulder before pushing him over.

Scott only tried to struggle a bit as he was pushed down onto his back and found himself staring at the beast that loomed above him. Shadow's hands moved to grip his ankles and forced his legs up as the glistening cock dropped down with a lewd slap just between his legs. The oozing precum spilled out against his bare belly as the creature gave a slow thrust forward along the human's own hard cock. It made him realize just how massive the creature was compared to his own modest erection. The cock tip nearly reached his upper chest and the tip itself was intimidating as it flexed and rubbed along him. His mind flared with alarm, but the stallion didn't seem to bothered when he tried to squirm away. The white-gold beast pulled his hips back and the cock dragged between his legs until the flare brushed against his balls before going lower.

"Too big.." He gasped out and jerked his legs, but the stallion only tensed the grip before the cock tip shoved right up against his still leaking pucker.

The high pitched whinny did nothing to drown out his own shriek as the powerful hips gave a forceful shove forward and the too large tip drove against him. He could see the pale pink member bowing under the force as his recently violated passage was forced open wider and wider, too wide. It made Scott arch up and his arms moved outwards before they were pinned by the oryx. He couldn't move as the flare popped in with a sickening wet noise that forced out another roll of precum to curl along his ass cheeks and Shadow had only begun. The stallion shoved forward and inch by inch his passage was stretched open far too wide. His muscles contracted as he tried to squeeze down to prevent the penetration. He clutched and contracted tightly, but it did no good. The muscles equine only forced his way in deeper.

He arched his back and closed his eyes as he tried to jerk his arms free, but Creole's hold was firm as another slippery inch pushed inside of him. His walls gaped open wide as he heard lewd squelching noises as the cum that had just been put inside of him was forced out again by the sheer girth of the stallion. His back arched upwards just as another thrust drove the thickened deep almost too deep inside of him. His walls clamped down tightly so he could feel very vein, every bump, and even the thick medial ring that pushed right up against his strained anal ring. He trembled and sucked in a breath before groaning it out when the stallion pulled backwards through his spasming muscles.

"Damn.. still tight.." Shadow's voice was strained as he pulled all the way to the point that his glans was nearly popping free.

Scott snapped his eyes open and saw the slickened length jutting from between his legs and then the equine bucked forward again. And he saw the inches driving into his form, too large for him to take easily, too large for him to even think of how he was managing to do it. The shaft drove all the way in to the point he cried out again and his walls were pried apart before the medial ring shoved up against his outer lips and then slipped in with a lewd wet noise. Almost immediately the beast pulled backwards before plunging in again, giving the human no time to brace himself. The only reason he wasn't pushed across the floor was the grip of the stallion's hands on his ankles and Creole's hold on his wrists.

He'd never seen a stallion with a mare in person, but he'd seen enough nature shows to know that Shadow wasn't holding back his animalistic side. The hips drove forward with firm bucks that plunged the tip in so deep that his stomach cramped slightly around it and his walls were constantly being stimulated and worked over. Thick drops of precum oozed outwards and mingled with the oryx's precum as his body was taken. It left him gasping and crying out at the apex of each thrust at it seemed to even stretch his stomach outwards before the creature pulled back again. And through it all he heard the short hard snorts and equine squeals of pleasure over the lewd slick noises of the cock hammering inside of him. His body clutched and squeezed around it tightly as slowly the aching pain of being forced open side wide was forced away.

The heat, the need and desire that had been build up in him before reared up and he let out a moaning cry when the medial ring pulled and rubbed over a spot inside of him. The inner muscles contracted down tightly and squeezed hard enough that hips shuddered as the stallion battled to force his way through them. The large beast leaned over him until he could feel the hot burst of air that escaped the broad nostrils as he was claimed. It was all he could do to arch his hips upwards at the apex of each thrust before the stallion was pulling back again. The pulls backwards made him feel his opening being stretched open wide and the way the skin was tugged taut before being forced in on itself. The glans was large, too large, was it stroked and caressed him, battered and bruised him.

The pain and the pleasure mingled in his own mind, it was too hard to think, too hard to truly do anything except give into the rolling sensations that made his stomach tense up. His back arched higher up as the stallion's strokes grew harder and faster. They seemed to pick up steam as the fingers that gripped his ankles almost bruised him. The hot wash of the snorted breaths spread out over his belly and erupted right over his own swollen member while he rapidly started to get pushed over the edge. The thick hot precum was being pushed out with the oryx's so that the medial ring slipped and rubbed wetly over the spot inside of him that made his balls start to draw up again. In that moment he didn't care if it was an animal, he didn't care that his body was being stretched wider and wider as the flare blossomed open inside of him. He only cared about one thing.

Scott let out a muffled cry and his hips jerked upwards as his cock flexed against his belly and a pearly splash of his seed hit him. His balls flexed as splatter after splatter spread over his smooth skin, but that moment of near painfully exquisite orgasm didn't take away from the stallion. The powerful hips suddenly slammed forward and the creature let out a rough sound before it turned into an equine scream. The tip flared open wider and wider, it was compacted by his own pulsing and quivering inner muscles as the urethra jutted out and the heavy pale orbs pulled up between the stallions legs. Nothing prepared him for the creature's orgasm.

The flood of seed that erupted into him easily outdistanced the oryx's. The first wash that hit his stomach made him writhe slightly while he bucked and tried to pull his hips back. His lips opened up and he struggled against the hold on his arms as hot gooey rope after rope erupted and was shoved in deeper. The sheer size of the flare forced it to be held in his stomach, there was no way to escape as it formed a fist sized swell along his belly as he was seeded. All Scott could do was tremble as he was well and truly 'bred'. His fingers curled up into fists as his own weak cries echoed in his ears as the pulses rippled through him before starting to slow. But it was already too late, his belly was swollen and the skin drawn taut over the pocket of cum that had formed just in front of the massive flare.

As if to add insult to the injury something thicker and heavier then the semen started to ooze out of the tip. It fell in thick drops as his internal muscles continued to squeeze and flex around the heavy girth. He pulled and clutched as if he could milk more out and the ooze pooled deep inside of him as the stallion's gel plug formed. In a mare it would keep his virile sperm locked in her body, in the male it formed a seal that would keep the belly swollen with seed. Shadow finally let out a snort and the bruising grip on his ankles relaxed so that they fell down. The human trembled, nude and sticky on the ground while he managed a weak sounding noise deep in his throat. His eyes flashed open as hips started to pull backwards and the softening cock started to withdraw.

"A good one, mon ami." Creole drawled out and the oryx released his wrists with a pat to his cheek and shifted in his crouch. "Welcome hom, cherie."

Scott opened his lips to say something, but to his embarrassment only a groaning sound erupted from him as the massive flare tugged right at his anal ring. The stallion grunted slightly and one heavy hand moved to grip his ass cheek before the hips gave a firm jerk back. The pink tip popped free with a wet popping sound and left a sticky trail of gel along his inner thigh while the massive creature straightened up. The human's eyes flashed wide at the sight of the belled tip that hung heavy and slippery along the pale inner thigh. It had nearly doubled in size and somehow had been INSIDE of him. The thought made his inside contract slightly and a flush rise to his cheeks. He couldn't even clench the walls together yet.

Creole's touch brushed against his cheek so his attention flicked up to the skull patterned creature. "I paid the price.." He gasped out softly and licked his still sticky feeling lips.

"Non, tis only sealin' ya here." The oryx grinned with a flash of straight white teeth. "De price is now... ya be mine."

He only had a moment to digest it before the fingers moved down to cup the still partially erect dark red shaft. The powerful legs shifted a hair before the hand cupping the shaft slid downwards and something hot and golden erupted out of the tip. He let out a weak noise and his eyes snapped open wide as the musky scented liquid splashed right against the curve of his throat. It rolled down in rivulets and spilled along the edges of his neck with a fiery heat that left him gasping. His cheeks darkened to a deep red and he squeezed his eyes shut with a subdued noise deep in his throat as he was marked. The harsh musk of the male flooded his nose and his body responded to it. Responded to the scent of an animal and felt his body flushing in reaction. He couldn't be getting aroused by this, he couldn't!!

A moment after the last droplet fell a finger moved down and touched the curve of his neck. The thick hoof tip traced a line over the wet marking and where it touched something formed. It rolled over his skin as if it were called from nowhere and flowed to either side of his neck. He jerked his head back and tried to roll away, but whatever the oryx was doing, it was too late. As Scott scrambled up to his feet and found himself more aware of the weight of seed left in his stomach he felt the brush of something hard around his neck. He moved his hands up and traced his fingers over the collar that had been summoned out of seemingly thin air. The thick metal had no buckle, no seam, nothing that he could dig his fingers into. It felt as if it had been forged on.

"Oh don't fret lad, Creole is a fine master." The deep voice of the stallion whispered behind him before the broad hand shoved against his back. "I'm the wicked one that can never keep a slave for more then a century or so. Now show your owner how pleased you are with his mark."

The next hit came to the back of his legs and sent him tumbling against Creole's body as he dropped down his knees. True to his comment the stallion gripped Scott's hair roughly and pushed him forward. The used shaft rubbed against his back and left a trail of slime as his lips were forced up to the glistening member. He swallowed and drew in a breath, but with that breath came the alluring scents that made his stomach clutch down slightly and his entire body tense up. He wasn't going to do this, he couldn't do this. They couldn't make him do this. His mind babbled the words as his body trembled and flushed over with a familiar feverish heat.

Before he could come up with a reason why he was against what was being asked, his body had moved on without him. His lips wrapped right around the slippery tip of the cock and tasted the bitter liquid on his tongue as he stroked it clean. His hands moved to grip the oryx's hips as he began to push his head downwards to gather more of the slickness from the girth. His tongue stroked and worked in powerful smooth movements. The protests in his mind stilled as the brush of the world's strange magic rolled over him. He should show his Master that he was grateful. He didn't even struggle as the broad flare of the stallion's cock shoved up against his violated passage. His mind roiled with a single thought that built on his growing desire. This was where he was supposed to be. . .