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The mountains were filled with fall colored trees and flares of yellow, orange and brilliant reds that caught the eye. They were massive and surrounded the small clutch of towns that nestled in the foot hills so that they seemed to hold out the larger world beyond it. The large towers and sky scrapers didn't touch the little towns, didn't even come into view. Even the lights that made the stars disappear at night in larger cities didn't touch the area. The largest bit of town they had consisted of downtown that boasted two traffic lights, a pair of bars, and several small stores. It was what everyone wanted to think of when it came to home town America and Daryl was hard pressed to explain to his parents just why he hated to come home.

The college boy leaned back against the swing and stared out at the yard that sprawled out with an old swing set that had started to grow weathered and dark. It used to be bright and playful looking with various colors that had appealed to a kid's eyes, but not anymore. Now it looked lonesome with grass around the base of it growing nearly a foot in the air and the bare patches that his and his sister's feet had trampled finally showing hints of green. It made him push the swing a little bit and blow out an unhappy sigh. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be stuck here and he glanced towards the hills that rose up past their hill and hid the highway that would have taken him back to Boston.

"Will you stop looking like you're being tortured?" His mother's voice was sharp and he straightened up a bit and glanced over to see her coming up the path with a bucket in one hand. "You know, you're not going to be hurt one bit coming home more often."

"Yeah? But I'm bored." Daryl leaned back a little bit and glanced back at his mother. "I don't know why you wanted me to come home for Halloween. It's stupid. It's not like I'm going to go trick or treating or anything."

"Well your father is busy running the corn maze so we can use the help." Martine shifted the bucket a bit as she came around the front porch and gave him a long look. "You didn't come home at all last year, you know. I'm proud you're going to college, but you shouldn't lose your roots."

"God mom, I'm home all summer! How am I going to lose my roots?" He brushed his hand through a wayward lock of his hair and winced a bit at the high pitched giggling that was coming from the house.

"Because you come home and just pine after college and soon enough you'll be moving out on your own and then what? We'll never see you here." His mother gave him a patient look and then glanced past him and towards the house. "Besides Marlyn will miss you when you're gone and she and Arlene have been planning all week for you coming home."

"I am not hanging out with my sister and her friend." He grimaced a little bit. "She's going to be coming to Uni next year anyway. And then I'll be having to take her around and watch her. And she's stuck with her friend running around town for the kids party."

"Mmm yes, well. That's what happens when you're not around to help organize it. Why don't you go with them? It'll do you some good to get out of the house and you'll be able to enjoy a bit of the holiday spirit." Martine gave a small smile that showed a hint of the beauty she must have been when she was younger. "Go on now, off you go! Go and make sure that you don't come back until you have all had a good look around at the decorations."

"Fine fine, I'll go. But I am so not working the festival this year. I'm here to help Dad with the farm and I'm not dressing up and scaring people." He gave his head a shake and pushed up onto his feet.

"Yay! I knew you'd come, Darryl!!" His sister chirped out as the front door opened. Her pale hair was pulled up into a high pony tail while Marlene, her dark haired friend, grinned from behind her in agreement. "We're almost set, you can give us a ride and then help us!"

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Darryl growled to himself about an hour later as he walked down the street behind the two younger girls while one held a map and the other held markers. Morgantown had always loved Halloween and it showed with the way the shops had decorations put up and people were starting to get ready for the annual event. Ever since the world had started to become a bit darker and worries about kids being out after dark had started. The town was remote enough that most of the kids didn't have more than a handful of houses they could reach reliably within the normal limit. But the festival allowed for the kids to come downtown and went trick or treating door to door of the businesses as well as have a little booth set up for the festival. Darryl's father had thought it up and chair headed it. And when he was little he loved it, but now he felt childish as his younger sister bounced around with her friend and made markings on which businesses would be at what stop.

"Hey Darryl! Damn, you're back in town?" A familiar voice called out and Darryl stopped with a grin as Eric waved at him from across the way.

"Eric! Oh god, you're still stuck here." Darryl laughed softly to himself and watched as the old line back from his foot ball team trotted across the street to him.

"Yeah, I was helping my Dad decorate the store front. It's got lights this year." The other boy grimaced a bit. "I'm probably going to duck out night after tomorrow to avoid the hub-bub."

"Yeah, I'm stuck. I'm taking care of the farm while Dad works on getting stuff together and the squirt dragged me out while she got the trick or treaters path down." He gestured to where Arlyn and Marlene had stopped on their path. "I'm hoping I can try and duck out too. Dad will be doing the maze and stuff, and I was thinking I'd just watch a few horror movies at home."

"Not a bad plan. Hey, I got the store set up for Dad and it's all ready to go. Want to head out and go grab something to eat? I want to hear about Boston." Eric gave a grin that partially hid the envy in his eyes. "I was thinking I could go next year and try my hand out."

"Sure, I have the truck so we can go out towards the BBQ place on Route 250. I heard it opened up a few years back, but I never did get to eat there." Daryl perked up and grinned to himself before turning towards his friend.

"HEY! You can't just leave us here." Arlyn's voice was sharp and he sighed a bit. He glanced back at his seventeen year old sister and lifted his brow.

"You're just marking out the path for the trick or treaters. That's easy work and it's not like you need the truck or anything. I'll come back and pick you up in an hour or so." He forced a smile on his face as he tried to be amiable about it. "You can go wait at the fair. They're already setting up the booths and I bet you'll find something to do."

"You're supposed to help us." Marlene glared at him. His sister's friend was always such a pain and he glared at her a bit before glancing towards Arlyn.

"I'll pick you up in an hour and a half. Plenty of time for you to finish up and I'll even swing by the Smith's pumpkin patch on the way home with you. We'll carve pumpkins to make up for it, okay?" He willed his sister to give him the go ahead. The last thing he needed was her calling their parents to tell them he'd ditched her.

"Fine.. I guess.." She shifted a bit. "An hour and a half then. I guess that's not so bad and we haven't carved pumpkins in years."

"Exactly. See, Marlene? At least Arlyn gets how to act." He gave his sister's friend a superior grin before turning towards Eric. "Let's go before they change their minds." He hissed softly and set off at a trot towards where he'd parked the truck. Time to get while the getting was good.

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Arlyn waited with Marlene for her brother to come back for her long past an hour and a half. At first it had just been a bit of an annoyance that he was late as they helped work at the festival a bit. But time started to tick by rapidly and the sun started to sink lower and lower towards the horizon. After three hours she thought to try and call his cell phone, but when she did it went straight to voice mail. It wasn't unusual to lose signal around here, but it was frustrating. Marlene had been fuming and angry at the situation and after trying to get Arlyn to call her parents, had given up. She could call her mother and father to pick her up, but that made her stomach tense up unhappily at the idea of getting her older brother in trouble.

Daryl had always been at odds with his parents and going to college hadn't changed things. She wanted her family happy and she finally shrugged Marlene's attempts to get her to ride home with her parents and stayed at the festival. Her Mom would be home by now and if she rode home with her friend she'd know that Daryl hadn't stuck with her. It's not that they could do anything to their grown son, but it might make her brother stop coming home. He barely came home as it was and so Arlyn stuck around and helped out where she could. Every time she heard the sound of a truck she looked up to see if Daryl was finally on his way here.

"Arlyn? Aren't you supposed to be at home by now?" Jannie stopped her as she helped load up some straw onto a pile. The older girl frowned a little bit and glanced at her phone. "It's nearly seven in the evening. It's getting dark."

"Oh, well. Daryl had to see a few friends and I'm just waiting for him." She grinned brightly as if it was entirely normal.

"Daryl?" Jannie's older sister Megan glanced from where she was filling up treat bags. "He won't be back. Eric and he went over to Martinsburg to see Jason and his band practice."

"What?" Arlyn's stomach turned a little bit. "He said he was going to come back and pick me up."

"Sorry, hon. Eric called me a while ago to see if I wanted to come over and hang out afterwards." Megan gave a little shrug. "You need a ride home? I'm going out that way, but I don't mind swinging by to drop you off at your parents house."

"No... no that's okay. That's alright.." Her stomach twisted again and she swallowed. She tried to stop tears from welling up. "I'm just going to catch a ride back when Dad comes down to check on last minute stuff."

"Okay, hon. I'll kick your brother's ass for you when I see him." Megan frowned and didn't look pleased in the least bit to find out that Arlyn had been ditched.

It helped, at least a little bit to know the other girl was upset as well. It didn't stop her stomach from turning unhappily and the feel of tears that wanted to spill down her cheeks. Daryl had left her here. He knew that she didn't have a way home. He knew that she was waiting on him. He'd promised to come back and she was left here by herself. It wasn't fair! She swallowed a little bit and pushed her way through the crowd while she did her best not to let her emotions get the best of her. She'd never felt so hurt in her life as she did walking alone through the forming festival. It was in the hurt and heart ache that formed that allowed a flicker of attention to her.

The darkness of the night that wrapped round her wasn't alone. It was in the growing coldness that a stirring of spirits and hidden things stirred in answer to her sadness. They answered it oh so eagerly as her feet stumbled through the festival. They would give her the answer, they would take the sadness in her heart and turn it to their own means. The veil between the worlds was at it's thinnest.

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"Get out into the stable and go brush down Jester. Now. I don't want to hear it." Martine's voice was sharp and short as she snapped out at her son. "There's no reason for what you did so go muck out that stall and take care of your horse."

"He's not my horse." Daryl growled to himself and shot a glare past his mother to where Arlyn was sitting at the breakfast table and nibbling at a bit of toast. "It's not my fault. Arlyn could have taken a ride from Marlene's parents."

"You promised her. I want you out there and we'll see what else I can come up with. Leaving your little sister alone in town without a ride home.." Martine shook her head shortly and turned away. "And that is your horse, you wanted him, we take care of him, feed him, and your sister shows him now. The least you can do is clean up his mess since he's in his stall."

"Fine. Whatever." He spoke to his mother's retreating back and glared down towards his little sister as she finished her toast and blinked up at him. "You just had to run home and tell her, didn't you?"

"You said you'd come back, you never did. What do you want me to do? Hope you had a good night listening to the band." Her voice was slightly subdued and she plucked up a worn deck of cards she'd been playing with all morning.

"Yeah, see if I come back here any time soon." He gave his head a short shake back and forth before turning away from the kitchen.

"Don't think you'll have a choice." Arlyn's voice was mocking from behind him as he stormed out of the kitchen and out the back door. He ignored it.

Arlyn used to be such a sweet girl, but this morning she'd all but been smug and grinning at him as she'd gotten him in trouble. Hell, he hadn't meant to forget, not really. He just wanted to see his friends rather then baby sit her. She wasn't that young anymore, she should be able to take care of herself at this age. She was going to college soon and he wasn't going to spend all of his free time making sure she didn't stub a toe. He would have made it up to her this morning if she hadn't started in on him at the breakfast table and made sure that he was found out. It made him fume as he stormed towards the large red barn that sat behind the house and against the broad pasture.

The barn was a familiar place to him. He'd had his first girl up in the hay loft and tried his first beer in the back of it. There was a bit of nostalgia to him as he swung the big door open and stepped into the warm sweet scents of the interior. It was the warm musk of horse on the air that mingled with fresh hay and straw, some hints of sweet grain. The stables that lined the inner barn were empty except for the one farthest towards the back where he saw a jet black head craned over the door and a familiar whicker greeted him. Jester was the first pet he'd ever had, though the quarter horse was more then a pet. He was a champion cutting horse and nearly worth his weight in gold. He had trophies, ribbons and made a name for himself all the way along the eastern seaboard.

"Hey fella, you still know me, eh?" He called out and the stallion whickered and shifted in the hay. "Guess I'm going to be brushing you like old times."

With a sigh he walked past the stall with a stroke of his fingers against the dark black nose and moved into the tack room to pick up the grooming kit. He blew out a little noise to himself as he heaved it up and looked through it to make sure that everything was where it needed to be. As he left the room he glanced at the line of ribbons and trophies that lined the walls, most of them had Jester's face on it as well as his own grinning one. He'd spent most of his time in high school riding the horse to the state championships and nationals. It was one of the reasons his family still had the horse even after he stopped showing. He was valuable. It was also why he was left in the stable.

As Daryl stepped into the stall he patted the horse's neck and grinned as the stallion pranced and lashes his tail restlessly along his haunches. The poor boy was pent up and pushed against the door even as Daryl started to force him backwards. The stallion was used at stud in the spring and summer and brought in quite a bit of money. They even shipped his semen off towards the west for folks who wanted some new blood in their lines. That made it profitably to have the stallion, but impossible to let him out when the mares were out. He'd get worked up and start trying to get to them and had been known to tear down fences to try and get at them. With that in mind, he took extra care securing the lead onto the ring inside of the door.

He grinned a little to himself and sighed as he started to brush out the horse's mane and stroked down along the curve of the neck. It had been a long time since he'd been around the stallion and despite his anger at his sister, it was at least easy to get into old habits. He stroked and brushed along the curve of the shoulder and neck with firm flicks of the brush. Jester let out a groan and pushed into the strokes just like he always did before blowing out a happy sigh. It made Daryl grin to himself while he began to brush in smooth sweeping movements that ran just behind the curve of the jaw and pulled all the way to the shoulder.

The stallion was a handsome creature. The dark black coat held hints of nearly black brown along the edges of the haunches and just along the soft smooth nose. He was bred out of a champion line and it showed in the powerful hind quarters and the way the muscles layered over the curved body. He was designed to be able to twist and turn on the dime when it came to barrel racing and no one could ever touch him when he was running full out. He was a beautiful horse and after a few strokes and brushes along the powerful haunches Daryl let his aggression out by pressing down against the firm body and got rid of stray bits of dust and hay as well as fur.

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Just outside of the barn Arlyn flicked the cards around her fingers and she let out a soft sigh as she looked over them and looked at the faces of them. She'd found them on the ground when she'd left the fair, but as soon as she picked them up a woman had grinned at her from the darkness. It was a blur, the talk was a blur, everything was foggy, but she knew the cards would be able to get her revenge for how she'd been embarrassed and abandoned. The edges of them showed flickers of darkness that trailed along her fingers. It was a shadowy spill that clouded her mind and made thoughts she never would have thought of on her own rear their head. She listened to the sound of the stallion and her brother in the barn as she flicked a card out.

The card held a curved form of a horse that glowed dark and light while she stared at it. It was perfectly created so that it nearly looked like Jester, complete with the same dark coat while it was reared back on his haunches. His haunches because the stallion on the card was undeniably male, undeniably roused because there was a heavy shaft that spilled out in a curve that swayed beneath the belly. It was done in far more detail then the rest of the horse, but that's what she was staring at. She had seen Jester's cock before, she had seen the leathery girth as it swayed back and forth and the tip glistened with precum. The tip was heavy and blunt just like Jesters and she swallowed at the sharp clear memory of watching the length sinking into a mare.

"One wish.." She breathed out, her shadows in her mind telling her what to say as she nearly kissed the card and the aroused stallion.

The card flared up into dark purple flames and she let out a noise before dropping it down to the ground. The fire didn't reach the green ground, instead it turned into ashes as it flickered and crumbled away to be caught by the wind. One wish.

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Daryl leaned in against the strokes as Jester seemed to be luxuriating in the attention. The stallion no longer tried to jerk and pull against the halter, instead he let out soft puffs and snorts. It was hard to get the legs, but not impossible. The forelegs had been the easiest, the hind legs were harder because he had two issues. One, the stallion was ticklish along his inner haunches and two, Jester was visibly enjoying the attention he was getting. A heavy black length was swinging from the sheath and the massive tip was swaying slightly as he tried to get at the ticklish inner haunch. He brushed upwards and did his best to ignore the fact that the stallion was showing, the same way he always did when he was being tended to and it was the off season for breeding.

"Damnit, Jester, will you stop doing that." He growled a little as the stallion shifted and nearly bumped the cock against his arm. "Show off."

The stallion was large, nearly two foot long when it all came down to it and thick enough that it was amazing that the mares ever held still for him. It was easy to ignore at first, he'd been tending the stallion for years and he was used to the way he'd drop and get excited at being brushed. Hell, he used to show his friends and tease them about how Jester was still a stallion while they road geldings. He grinned a little bit at that long ago thought and leaned in to brush up towards the inner haunches. He didn't notice the twisting shadows that wrapped up along the curve of his ankles, he didn't even glance down as he gave another slow stroke and pressed in as if trying to get at the second thigh without moving around.

The hard flesh brushed against his cheek and he sucked in a breath. He couldn't stop himself, he was breathing in the scent of warm musky horse with the cock pressed right against his cheek. The leathery flesh was so warm, it rubbed along the curve of his neck as he dropped his hand down. He didn't know what was happening or why he was reacting this way. All he knew was that warm scent was flooding his nose and made his stomach tense up slightly. He didn't want to pull away from it as he turned his lips to one side. He'd seen that leathery shaft a hundred times. He'd watched it throbbing and hard or soft and swinging. He'd seen it deflower fillies and make grown mares tremble and flag their tails upwards eagerly for him. In all that time he'd never really thought about it, but now as he stared at the throbbing flesh he couldn't stop but think about it.

He moved his tongue out and brushed along the smooth flesh. He didn't know why he did it, but the first touch of his tongue made his stomach heat up. He whimpered a little as he felt his pants growing tighter before he licked upwards and felt his horse shifting nervously above him. A soft hummering noise greeted him while he pulled back and let the drop fall from his hands. He moved his fingers up to brush right along the curve of the heavy flesh and started to slowly stroke along it. He brushed lightly from the tip all the way upwards towards the roll of the sheath before gliding down again. He felt the heaviness of it, the way the flesh throbbed against the palm of his hand as it hardened a bit further. It didn't feel like his own cock, it was too big and the veins that ran along it stood out far more then his own.

He moved his hand upwards towards the base where the sheath was gathered up. His fingers trailed along the ring that ran around the middle, the medial ring that formed where the flesh was normally pulled back. He dropped onto his knees as the stallion's hips flexed and the stomach tightened. The cock tip flexed upwards to slap against the belly with a wet noise before dropping back down again. A viscous dribble of precum oozed down towards the ground and spilled outwards while he let out a soft noise in his throat. He reached his fingers all the way up until he brushed his fingers all the way up to the glistening black orbs that were well over the size of his fists. He brushed along the edges and moved his hands up to cup the swaying sack.

His heart started to pound faster and harder along his ears and cheeks. He swallowed roughly as he lifted his head up between the powerful haunches and couldn't stop himself. He flicked his tongue out and licked along the edges in a hot wet line. The taste of stallion musk assaulted him as he started to swirl around the edges and curled just between the heavy balls. He gathered the taste right along his tongue and he swallowed the taste with a soft groan. His stomach tensed up and he became more aware of his hardened cock that stood against his jeans. Jester rumbles and let out a soft whicker low in his throat before the cock flexed up again. Daryl's hand dropped down to cup right against the swollen cock tip and wetness smeared over his palm.

He closed his eyes and let out a soft whimper as he began to lick downwards from the base. He worked in slow drags that left wet patches along the edges of the sheath and trailed all the way towards the medial ring. He licked in long draws and hot little strokes. He gathered the taste up on his tongue and swallowed it down with soft whimpering groans. His fingers cupped right against the pulsing tip and felt it oozing out more thick syrupy drops of precum. The strands trailed between his fingers as it smeared along them and the stallion gave another shuddering buck forward. The haunches had gone very still, almost as if Jester had no idea what to do but was afraid to move or it might stop. The stallion didn't have to behave, Daryl wasn't going to move.

He lowered his head until he was nearly kissing right against the of the glans. He dropped down lower and used his hands to lift the heavy shaft upwards to brush against his lips. He drew in a deep breath before running his tongue along the opening. The dimpled opening of the urethra caught against his tongue as a hot thick splash of precum ran along his lips. He swallowed it greedily, the salty taste made him roll his hips a little while he stretched his lips open wider. God he was so big, it was almost too much, but he still worked and strained to slip his lips over the edges. His breath came in short hard puffs against the flesh while Jester let out a short squealing cry and thick drops oozed out of the corners of his mouth.

Daryl let out a soft moan and pushed his lips higher up and wrapped them right around the blunt glans. The flesh hardened against his fingers and the muscles along the belly tensed up so that he was able to lift his head as the cock jutted forward proudly. He swallowed and suckled around the shaft tip, pulling and running his tongue along the blunt glans with slow full movements of his tongue. His entire body was tensing up, trembling, squirming as he tried to fit the shaft deeper into his mouth. It seemed important to try and fit as much as he possibly could into his maw. The stallion's short squeal came out while he moved his fingers down to wrap right around the medial ring and gave a firm squeeze before starting to stroke back and forth.

He pulled along the flesh, rubbed all the way towards the tip before pulling backwards again. His breathing came in short little pants as he felt the dribbling precum run along the back of his tongue and he swallowed a bit faster. The movement of his hands helped and the shaft started to buck and plunge forward. The cock pushed up against the roof of his mouth while he swallowed again and looked up to see the massive orbs starting to tense up and pull upwards between the thighs. The tip grew heavier and swelled wider and wider, the flesh forced his jaws open while he let out a muffled moan. His own cock was so hard in his pants, it was aching and almost impossible to ignore. But where as he was unable to free a hand to touch himself, Jester was savoring the attention that he was getting.

The tip flared open wide and strained his jaw almost to the point it was too much. He sucked down hard along it while pushing forward until the first few inches filled his mouth with too much meat, too much cock while the entire shaft pulsed in his grip. The leather shaft flexed and twitched against the palm of his hands while he swallowed rapidly. He tried to at least, but as he clenched his mouth down tight the cock erupted along his tongue. A hot rush of thick pearly seed splashed along his tongue and erupted into his throat while he choked and struggled to swallow it down. It was too much, he was almost choking on it and the shaft throbbed so intimately against his fingers. His hands continued to pull and squeeze around the heavy member before he let out a moaning cry.

The cock tip popped free with a sudden hot splash that hit right against the curve of his cheeks and nose. The thick cum drooled along the edges of his lips and cheeks in thick heavy strands while he gasped out and let it coat him. The hot scent of horse musk was nearly choking him, but god he wanted more. He needed more. He licked his lips and licked the oozing tip without any thought to his own embarrassment or shock, he didn't care about it. All he cared about was that hot oozing tip.

"Oh my, and my brother is skipping out on his chores." He blinked his eyes and turned as a dribble of cum oozed from his lips. Arlyn stood with her eyes almost fever bright as she played with a card in her hand.

"Arlyn?" His voice sounded thick and he swallowed the salty taste of cum along his tongue. It made his stomach tense up and he resisted he urge to lick more.

"Always knew you loved your horse more than me, now look at what you're doing." She rolled the card back and forth with a wicked grin before turning around. "Shame, shame, shame... and here I thought Jester was the one without any inhibitions, but I think it's really you."

He heard her say something. He opened his mouth to yell at her, but she dropped the card so that a flare of dark shadows and brilliant flames twisted upwards along the edges of it. The fire didn't last for long, it was just a flash before the ashes dropped towards the ground and the shadows engulfed the world. He stumbled to his feet, but his sister all but skipped out of the barn looking pleased with herself. He couldn't even get the words out to call her back. The world swam with darkness and twisted through his mind as he moaned out and his trapped cock pulsed against his belly. He leaned forward with a low whimpering cry before he fumbled and tugged at his jeans. He was barely able to get more than a few steps away before dropping down to all fours.

He crawled and struggled towards the door and the slash of light while his body was pounding in time with his beating heart. His cock ached and he felt the material of his boxers and the line of his jeans. His breath came in a gasp and he rolled onto his side. His hands fumbled with his jeans again, clawing and tugging as he struggled to peel them away. It was so hard, and even the brush of his own hand against the line of his pants made his cock ache painfully in protest. He tugged hard enough that the button unsnapped and he sudden gave a jerk against it. The zipper peeled downwards and he felt a moment of relief as the denim opened up.

He was humiliated and ashamed, but Daryl still wriggled his hips and forced the material of his jeans down along the edges of his upper thighs. He took his boxers with them and from a distance he heard Jester whickering out curiously. He scraped against the concrete of the barn floor and the hay as he kicked his pants off roughly. The moment he did he felt blessed relief that nothing was touching his girth. It was so swollen and hot that he was half afraid that he was going to cum just laying there. His balls even ached. What was wrong with him? What had his sister done?

"Arlyn!" He gasped out and pushed his elbows under himself so that he could lean up and looked down the line of his body. "Oh god.. n-no.. No!"

His cock was thickening and the flesh straining far more than just a simple hard on. It reached almost to his belly button and the tip was gleaming a thick dribble of precum that there were strands clinging to his glans. Even as he watched it started to grow heavier and larger. The head began to spread open wider and wider and the flesh blossomed with dark black-brown flesh. The mottled girth swelled and pulsed against his belly while it began to change shape entirely. He squirmed backwards a little bit and tried to look away, but he couldn't. Every throb, every pulse, seemed to thicken him until he grew heavier and broader. The tip of his cock slipped all the way up along the curve of his belly button and left a sticky trail behind.

It wasn't just his cock that was changing. His orbs were starting to spread open and swell wider and wider. The weight dragged against the flesh while the darkness started to spread over them. It didn't look human, the darkness didn't look like anything that a human should have. And the swell was growing from the size of small plums to ballooning out towards the size of grapefruits. He could almost feel the thick seed churning inside of it as he caught the thick sweet musk of stallion on the air. It wasn't just from his sticky lips, it came from his swelling balls and the way that the skin was starting to roll along the base of his cock. The thick lips that folded over would have looked totally foreign to most people, but he knew what it was. It was a sheath, he was growing a sheath. The skin started to form a pouch that strained to hold the base of his thickening cock.

The tip of him began to swell open and flatten, it wasn't mushroom shaped, instead it grew heavier and the ridges lifted upwards as his urethra started to spread open. A thick hot dribble of precum oozed out and splashed against his belly, almost the same amount that he would have normally came as a human. He writhed backwards and felt his back hit one of the support posts. His lips parted and his eyes glazed over slightly while he moved his fingers downwards and felt around the edges of his cock tip. The fingers stroked along the edges and he gathered up the heavy drops of precum on the tips of his fingers. His breath came out in a whimpering moan as his own touch made his cock throb and it grew upwards a few more inches.

Daryl trembled and his lips spread open as he sucked in swift hot breaths. His body was shaking while he stroked around the edges and felt a bulge forming at the midway. A medial ring formed itself as the mottled glistening shaft was cupped beneath the palm of his hand. His hips gave a short rolling push forward and pulled backwards again. The slow movements made him whimper low in his throat as he stroked from the base all the way to the tip. He rubbed over his cock tip and squeezed harder. The flexing curl of his fingers made him his entire body tense up as his cock tip started to thicken a bit more. The fear that had started to build up was pushed away by a growing arousal that was all consuming. His hips shuddered and bucked upwards a bit harder.

The thick syrupy ropes of precum coated against his fingers and started to wrap around the heavy flesh to squeeze firmly. He pulled along the shaft and tugged all the way up towards the tip and then pushed downwards again. The thick smears of wetness coated over the mottled flesh. The same shape, the same design as the one he had been licking and suckling on. He had a horse's cock jutting out proudly from between his legs and the swollen balls rested along his inner thighs. He let out a muted noise and started to hump harder and faster. A sheen of sweat formed along his brow as the tip started to flare open wider and wider. The pulsing flesh grew so that the veins started to stand out and the urethra pushed upwards and gaped open.

He managed to let out a harsh moaning cry as his balls heaved up tight. Pure pleasure washed through him, making him jerk his hips in short shuddering movements before the first thick hot wash of cum erupted from his tip. Heavy pearly drops splattered along his chest and drooled along his lower belly while his cock twitched and pulsed. It forced up through the opening and drooled over his fingers and the palm of his hand. It spread along the edges and spilled down over the newly formed length while the world seemed to tremble around him. His chest rose and fell with each gasping breath as he squirmed back against the pole. His entire body was quivering in that one moment of pleasure as his hips started to roll his hips up and down slowly. He pumped up and down slowly, pulling and squeezing to milk every last thick drop of stallion seed out of his passage.

As his eyes started to sag and his body relaxed backwards. He let out his breath in a trembling rush while his eyes flickered open briefly. He looked towards the opening of the door while the world started to be swallowed with darkness. His last sight was his sister staring at him with her lips parted, her eyes bright, and avidly enjoying the show as he passed out. She enjoyed watching him jerk off the stallion cock he'd been given, enjoyed seeing him lose control.

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"There's a good fella.." His father's voice was unnaturally loud as Daryl jerked his head a bit and tugged against something wrapped around his head. "Wonder how he got out? Not one of ours."

"I dunno, he doesn't have any marks from a halter or saddle, Papa." Arlyn spoke up brightly and that pulled Darryl awake with a jolt. "Aww I think he was napping."

Darryl tried to lift his head up, his back up, but he couldn't. His body felt locked in place as he tried to make his mind work, but it was impossible as he lifted his head. There was a rope around his head, tied off like a loose feeling halter as he stood completely naked and bent over with his arms resting against the post that was normally used to tie off horses so that they could be brushed and groomed. He shifted a little bit and looked up to find that his father, Egbert, was standing to one side and was stroking against his shoulder lightly. His sister was at his head and grinning hugely as she kept petting against his cheek just as if he was a horse.

"Probably, poor thing. Not often we see strays. Well, I suppose we'll just have to keep him here." The hand stroked upwards and Daryl's head was turned while he struggled to protest what was being done.

If there was one thing his father knew, it was how to treat a horse. Daryl couldn't do more than shake his head back and forth as his lips were peeled back and his mouth forcibly spread. It was humiliating to be handled that way, and it was hauntingly familiar to the way he'd peer at Jester's teeth or another horse's when they were being checked over. He arched his tongue a little bit and flared his nostrils at the uncomfortable inspection, but he couldn't seem to jerk his head away from the attention. The fingers stroked right along the edge of his chin and spread upwards towards the curve of his cheeks. They teased lightly and brushed in slow circles before he was allowed to close his jaws. Didn't his father see who it really was?!

"Good teeth, doesn't look like he's a wild one.." The fingers stroked up along the edges of the his jaw and a hand patted his shoulder. "No markings either, not a freeze brand or tattoo."

"I dunno, Papa, I guess he could have been a run away. Doesn't he look a bit skinny though?" Arlyn sounded amused as she heaved herself up and onto the edge of one of the stall walls. "I hope he's not sick."

"Oh well, now I doubt he's that skinny." The hand patted Daryl on the shoulder again with a friendly thumb that he'd seen his father use on other horses. "I'll give him a look over, though I don't think we can do much until the vet is back in. Emergency visit would cost a bit much if it can wait until morning."

Daryl trembled a little bit as the fingers moved down to slide right along the curve of his upper arm and moved all the way towards his forearm and hand. He tried to straighten up. He told his body to stand up straight, but it wouldn't. He remained bent over in the awkward position with his hands nearly touching the ground. His breath came in short bursts with the effort, but his body didn't want to obey him. It refused. Instead it remained in place as calmly as any horse that might be standing there. It made him squirm and he was able to twist his head to see his own bare chest and back. The long length of his arms as they dangled towards the ground.

His father gripped one of his wrists and lifted it upwards. It bent awkwardly and he let out a little noise only to feel the fingers brushing up along his cheek. He turned his head wildly to find his sister leaning forward to stroke his cheek. Her eyes were bright and a grin was on the edges of her face as his hand was examined exactly like a hoof. It was tugged and turned around while a finger probed against it. Arlyn shifted her free and pulled out a small compact that she normally used for makeup the few times she wore it. With her eyes still bright she opened it and turned it towards him while his father tested the soundness of hooves that weren't there.

He sucked in a breath as he stared at the mirror being held up to him. It wasn't his face that he was staring at. It wasn't his nose and cheeks he was staring at, but instead he was looking at a piebald face and a long muzzle all the way towards the soft lips. A forelock flopped over an equine face that had a halter snugged down over it. Nostrils flared, lips quivered and the head was attached to a long powerful neck. His sister helpfully turned the mirror a little while her hand continued to look as if it were stroking a furred cheek. The palm stroked in slow smooth circles while brushing up along the long spill of the mane that fell along his neck. His entire body looked like a horse's! His father seemed to be holding a fore hoof instead of his hand. And when it was dropped, Daryl put it back into position again.

"Easy now boy, just let Papa look you over." Arlyn murmured and Egbert let out a snort of amusement before the hands stroked along the curve of his chest.

The fingers trailed and brushed right over the rise of the nipple with a light brush of nails as if brushing through fur. It made him jerk a little bit while his body shuddered and the fingers started to graze along the powerful curve of the haunches. The fingers worked against the haunches and squeezed a bit before slapping. It was so awkward and it made his cheeks flush while he stood there nude and a hand moved down to slip all the way towards his bare foot. His father rubbed right along the calf before he was forced to lift his leg up. It was awkward standing on one leg and the fingers began to push and probe against the sole of his foot.

"Well he's sound enough, though he doesn't have shoes so he might be a stray from far off." The fingers squeezed and pinched lightly. "Where'd you come from, fella?"

"Can we keep him? I'd love to keep him!" Arlyn sounded bright as she moved a hand down to catch beneath the curve of the halter that wrapped over his head.

"Now, now, I don't know. He might have an owner looking for him. We'll have to see." His father's hands gave his leg a pat and dropped it down.

"Is he gelded? That'll show if he's a stray or not. I mean, if he were wild he wouldn't have been gelded. Maybe he's just a really tame wild horse, watched our horses or something." Arlyn spoke up brightly and the fingers that stroked against his cheek moved to brush against his hair. He glared up at her.

"Huh, nope not a gelding. Full stallion and still so calm." Daryl's face burned in humiliation as he realized his father was staring at his naked balls. Orbs that were so heavy they were bumping and brushing along his inner thighs uncomfortably. "Well, that doesn't really say much though, a lot of folks keep stallions. Just narrows down his owners. Though, we'll see if he's been tended lately."

Daryl froze and his entire body stiffened in alarm and he rolled his eyes up at his sister. His muscles quivered a little bit and he turned his head. He knew what that meant. There were certain aspects of horse care that one did with a male to keep them clean. A wild horse couldn't tend himself that way, a wild horse would be dirty in many ways, but a good wading in the creek would take care of most of that except for one part. His stomach tensed up and he glared at his sister as his father's hand moved up and cupped right beneath the swell of the sheath that had formed beneath his belly. It made him suck in a breath as he felt the work worn hands pushing against the heavy pouch and squeezed against it.

It was one place he never wanted his father to touch and he was forced to squirm a bit as he felt the fingers pulling along the edges. It wasn't at all like having his own shaft, the touch was all wrong as he felt the swell of his tip popped out naturally from the pressure that pushed against either side. Another hand moved up to cup against the tip of his cock and gave a slight squeeze and pulled along it. The fingers caught right behind the head and gave a light tug while he shuddered and fidgeted as much as he could. His body wouldn't let him pull away and his sister stood there gripping the underside of the halter so that he was forced to look up at her while his father continued to tug against his tip.

Normally, someone would grip the tip and pull it outwards from the sheath to expose the entire girth. He'd done it quite a few times with Jester and other males. He tried to keep himself tensed up and gritted his teeth to try and put up with it. He tried to think about something else, anything else. The fingers pulled lightly, not hard, not hard enough to hurt. And that's what made it worse as he started to thicken up under the gentle pressure of the palm cupped against the swell of his sheath. The fingers gave a little squeeze and pulled forward so that he felt himself growing heavier. The gentle touch pulled along the cock from the base all the way to the opening of the sheath so another few inches spilled out into his father's waiting hand.

Daryl's eyes flared slightly and he jerked his hips a little bit as he felt the fingers pulling a bit more firmly and the heavy girth started to spill outwards. The flesh began to gorge as the gentle touch grazed along flesh that was so sensitive he was left trembling and fighting the sensations. The fingers that had cupped just beneath his tip slipped higher up and squeezed as if searching for something. He knew that his father was just seeing how clean he was. He was just checking to see if someone had scrubbed him clean or if he was a filthy wild horse. The fingers pushed upwards while the blood gorged his shaft and his body started to react. He became harder and the touch felt so good against the smooth flesh. He was growing more and more sensitive as he arched his back upwards and gave a rolling push of his hips forward. The pleasure started to spread and build while he let out a soft noise deep in his throat.

"He's getting worked up, Papa.." Arlyn sounded amused and she grinned down at him as Daryl's cheeks were burning a deep crimson. He was not getting turned on by his father.

"Well, he's not been to stud for a while if he's getting this worked up just from me examining him." Egbert's fingers spread along the edges of the base and rubbed around the rim of his heavy sheath. "He's pretty clean too."

"Then he has an owner?" Arlyn gave a little pout to her voice.

"He'll have to have one. I'll tell you what, I'm going into town anyway for the festival, I'll get a picture of him on my cell phone and I'll start asking around." The hands left his cock and Daryl shuddered a little bit before trembling.

His cock was so heavy and thick, he could feel it hanging heavy and full as it swung back and forth. A thick drool of precum oozed outwards to splash against the ground while he gave his head a shake back and forth. He tugged against the halter roughly while trying to control himself, but he couldn't make his cock behave itself. The swollen base flexed slightly as the broad glans swung upwards as he stiffed before dropping down towards the ground. The mottled flesh swung back and forth as he turned his head slightly to see his father pulling out his phone and wiping his other hand on his pants. His cheeks were pounding in time with his heart beat, which unfortunately reminded him that his cheeks weren't the only thing throbbing.

He tried to pull his head away from his father aiming the phone's camera at him, but he couldn't. Arlyn held the halter tight beneath his jaw while she leaned to one side. He glared up at her, but she ignored him. She was too busy looking at what was swinging between his legs to bother with him. It was disturbing to see his little sister so avidly watching him like that. The brightness in her eyes was unnatural, but it distracted him from the electronic sounds of the phone taking pictures of him. He glanced towards his father and tried not to groan. Pictures were being taken of him with his cock swinging beneath his belly and drooling out a thick dribble of precum to splatter down towards the floor.

"Well, at least they'll know he's a fully stallion." His father sounded amused as he took a few more pictures and dropped the phone. "You keep him away from the mares, do you here? The last thing we want is him getting at the mares."

"Aww, but he's all happy and eager.." Arlyn lifted her head up and grinned, "But I guess you're right. Poor Jester hasn't been getting any fun either."

"Mmph, speaking of which, I need to find your brother. He left all the grooming supplies out in the stall and didn't finish the job." Egbert frowned a bit and gave his head a shake. "Jester was supposed to be tended today. We've already got a buyer out in Oregan and we need to ship it off in the morning to get there in time."

"Oh, I think he went into town afterwards. He was still upset that he got punished." Arlyn hopped off the stall wall and her fingers stroked down Daryl's hip. Her fingers played lightly above his rump. "I can take care of Jester, Papa. I know what to do and you can just have Daryl do my chores tomorrow."

"He's lucky he got off so light. Leaving you down there alone without a way home." His father sounded sharp and angry. "Well, as long as you're willing to help out I'll make sure he takes up your share of the chores. You be careful with Jester, you know how worked up he gets." The voice softened slightly and his father moved over to ruffle her hair lightly.

Arlyn started to answer and then her lips closed and a grin curled her lips as a voice was heard. "Mom can help me, you know she doesn't trust me doing this alone. You go take care of stuff, Papa, I know what to do."

"Good girl.." Egbert kissed his daughter on the forehead while Daryl felt a growing sense of dread. He knew this wouldn't end well.

Nearly fifteen minutes later he realized just how badly it was going to end. He hadn't been given a chance to become soft or retreat back into his sheath. He wasn't able to get control of himself, not when Arlyn made it a point to lean against his hip and stroke lightly along the swaying length. The fingers stroked all the way towards the base and trailed towards the tip. The light touch flickered over the edge of his glans each time he thought he was getting control himself and he ended up humping and jerking against her touch. He was left in the same position of bending over, in the same place he had woken up in, but one thing had changed. His sister had played another card.

The card was pressed briefly against Jester's head and then she'd thrown it at him. The moment she did it had erupted into purple flames and shadows before slapping against his shoulder. A roil of heat spilled over him and his entire body felt a moment of pressure. It was almost painful and he had let out a whimper before everything gave way. Bones shifted, joints cracked and popped and his arms no longer were resting in the air. Instead the hands hardened and two powerful hooves hit the ground. He pranced and twisted as one moment he had been mostly human except for his cock, and in the next breath he was on four hooves. His head tossed up high as he towered above his sister.

_I'm a horse, oh god, no no no, I can't be a horse. _ He whimpered to himself, even as the thought was drowned in utter humiliation and terror as his mother came into the barn. In one hand she held a sheath, an artificial vagina, that he knew all too well.

"Is Jester already worked up? Good lord, we just did this last weekend! You'd think he'd been without for a month." His mother sounded amused as she came up and patted right against the curve of his hip.

"Yeah, I think he was just getting a whiff of the girls out back. It doesn't take much does it?" Arlyn grinned a little bit and untied the lead.

"Well, let's get him out to the block. At least this won't take long. Damn your brother for taking off like this." Martine's features hardened a bit with annoyance as Arlyn gripped the lead and gave a slight tug.

Daryl tried to yank back, he tried to pull away, but he couldn't disobey the tugging of the lead. His forelegs moved of their own willpower and clopped against the ground as his mother led them towards the side room of the stable. He knew what was there, he knew it and squirmed a bit in embarrassment. His mother had walked into the room and outright looked at his cock hanging out. He was naked, entirely naked in front of her! It made his stomach turn with disgust even through the strange haze of desire that left him tingling. There was only one reason his mother thought he was Jester and only one reason she had that sheath.

The room off the side of the stable was built with a heavy leather barrel that was used for a stallion to rear up on and hump. It was a fake mare so that Jester could lunge and thrust and think he was breeding a mare while his cock was slipped into the artificial vagina. The end of the sheath held a plastic bag so that it could gather up the semen before it could be dropped into vials and shipped off. Except, it wasn't Jester being led into the room, even if his mother thought it was. He was led towards the phantom mare by his sister who kept a firm grip on the lead and her lips twitched wider in a wicked looking grin. She was enjoying this, she was staring at him and the half soft cock that was bobbing beneath his belly and chest. The swinging tip swayed back and forth while he let out a soft noise in his throat.

"Alright, get him up there or do you want to hold the sheath this time?" Martine shifted the artificial vagina under one arm.

"Nah, I'll get him worked up, Mom. I don't think he needs much though. He's such an eager little boy." Arlyn was grinning a little bit as she said that and moved to step around the side of the fake mare.

Daryl turned his head away, but only for a moment as a sound brought his head back towards the fake mare in time to see a pad being tossed over it. He'd seen the pad thrown over it a hundred times in the past. It was a saddle pad that they used most of the time on the mares in heat just so that the scent would coat it. It normally just smelled like sweet horse scent and nothing more, not even that different from Jester. He flared his nostrils open wider as the sweet scent coated his senses. It was thick and heavy and hot and the moment he tasted it his stomach seemed to burn. He wanted it, he wanted it more then air or water or food. His head lifted up and he stretched towards the pad that his sister fastened onto the fake mare.

"I guess you're right," His mother laughed a little bit, but he didn't think about it at all. He was too busy straining towards that scent while his cock pulsed beneath him.

His cock slapped up roughly against his chest and belly, he felt a splatter of thick heavy precum oozing and then he dropped downwards again. The thickness of the tip dragged his cock to form an arch beneath him and he didn't care if he was getting hot and aroused in front of his mother and sister. He wanted that scent that made his loins burn and his balls ache. It was more intense then the change had been, the desire was overwhelming and made him strain higher up for the pad as his halter was gripped just under the chin. His lips spread open and a soft whicker escaped, a horse like sound that didn't even make him flinch. His tail flagged up proudly and he lifted his hooves higher into the air as he pushed towards the pad.

The end of the lead suddenly slapped right along his elbows as he strained forward and the result was immediate. He reared up and lunged forward with a short squeal as he pushed towards the estrus scented pad. He pushed his nose down and rubbed against it as he sucked in a deep breath while his cock flexed and stiffened beneath his chest. The oozing precum spilled over the edges of his flare while he started to scramble with his forelegs against either side of the mounting mare. He squeezed against it while he pranced in place and tried blindly to stab forward. His upper lip twitched and peeled higher up into the air as he pulled in a deep breath while he began to lunge his hips back and forth. His cock bumped and hit against the solid mounting block and shoved roughly against it. His blunt tip pushed up hard and bowed his cock before pulling back and hit forward again.

He squealed out a sound of frustration and he jerked his hips backwards again before driving forward again. He squeezed tightly against the mounting mare while he looked at the world through a haze of raw desire. His hips bucked forward again, but this time a hand caught right behind his sensitive head and pulled his cock to one side. He didn't care, all he cared about was the sensation of being touched. He drove himself forward and lunged as he was guided into a smooth snug opening. The tip stretched the opening up and he slammed into it. The smooth cool pressure wrapped around his glistening cock, so gloriously tight as he stretched it open and he let out another muffled squeal before lunging forward again.

He used the power in his hips to drive forward as he felt a body pushed against his side. He dimly felt his mother bracing for each hammering thrust as she had done a hundred times with Jester. Her fingers were the ones that tightened the artificial vagina around him and squeezed it so that his own body heat warmed it up. The thick heavy dribbles of precum oozed out and coated the inside of the passage, making it slippery and lewd wet noises started to edge out of the sheath while he slammed into it. He let out short grunts as he used his hold on the mounting mare to keep his place. He drove forward blindly, aware only of that hot sweet estrus scent that flooded his mind. His lips opened up and he sucked it in deeper as his cock slammed forward and he felt his mother stumble a bit as she tried to brace the sheath.

"Good lord, Jester, easy boy, it's not going anywhere.." Her laughter barely touched him, even knowing his mother was all but masturbating him didn't push away the blind rush of passion.

As he drove forward in a short series of hammering strokes he felt his cock tip flaring open. It stretched open wider and wider and he lunged forward and yanked back. A hot dribble of precum escaped around the sheath and drooled down towards his base as he grunted and snapped his eyes open. He watched his sister staring at him with bright eyes while he started to feel his balls tightening up. His body tensed up while his tail flagged up high in the air and he couldn't look away from Arlyn as he suddenly gave a short hard buck that nearly knocked his mother away from him. He let out a groaning cry that erupted deep in his throat before a hot thick rush of cum spilled out of his tip. The hot ropes flowed into the tight sheath as he trembled to a stop and rested against the mounting mare with short hard pants. His body trembled while his mother started to pull at the sheath that wrapped around his cock.

He let out a little noise as it started to tug along the tip and the sensation was used to pull and stroke along his cock so that thick spurts of cum was milked free. It was supposed to milk him of every last drop that he could force out. Every drop was valuable, every drop could be sold to impregnate countless mares just from one milking. He trembled a bit and rolled his hips a bit more firmly forward and then just let his head fall free against the scented pad. His breath was rough and short while he felt a sheen of sweat running along his sides and head. He let out a little muffled noise in his throat as his mother gave a slow pull backwards.

"Must be working keeping him away from the mares. He's nearly filled the bag." Martine chuckled a bit as the AV was pulled off his softening cock.

He backed away from the mounting mare with a little whickering cry before dropping down to all fours. He blinked his eyes a few times and couldn't quite focus as his cock pulled free with a wet noise and swung beneath him. Thick hot dribbles oozed out of the tip and splattered against the ground while he gave himself a shuddering shake. He stared as Arlyn moved to help pull the filled bag and lifted it up to show the thick white seed that filled it. Flooded with potent sperm, his sperm. He flinched slightly. He didn't want to even think if it would be able to do anything to a mare in heat or not.

"Maybe we should buy bigger bags, Mom.." Arlyn grinned over at him. "Good boy, Jester. You want me to take it to the freezer?"

"No, we need it out by tomorrow, I'll go take care of it and get it ready to be shipped off. You go take him back to his stall before he decides he wants another round. We don't have any other bags ready for him and it'd just go to waste." Martine reached down to give his hip a pat with the flat of her hand. "We'll do him again tomorrow morning if he keeps this up."

"Alright, Mom. It'd be my pleasure." The look his sister gave Daryl made his stomach turn as he tried to stop himself from looking at that overly full bag or his mother.

Blessedly, he didn't have to stand there for long. Arlyn gripped the lead again and pulled it firmly so that he was forced to turn away from the sight, but that just made him aware of his softening cock swinging back and forth beneath his belly. The thickened tip was hanging heavy and full beneath him and started to pull upwards towards the sheath. He let out a little noise in his throat as he averted his head to one side so he didn't have to look at his mother as he was led out of the room. Martine made a few more comments about judging how much they could ship to Oregon and what they could hold onto for a few more orders. It was all too embarrassing for words. He was thankful when his mother left and he heard the door close behind them when he was pulled into the stable.

"You know, Daryl, I like you like this. You're starting to really grow on me. I mean, it's as if you were always born to be like this." Arlyn grinned at him and moved her hand down to rub along his jaw line. "You know, it's about time that you pay back all the times you've behaved like you did last night. You always seem to think just because you're older and have gone off to college that I'm just going to be your little sister and forgive you everything. I'm not going to forgive you everything. I'm tired of it."

Daryl trembled a bit and glared up at her trying to say with his eyes just how he felt, but it seemed lost on her. She paused and glanced towards the field to see Martine walking towards the small room that was used off the main house to house most of the dry ice equipment and such for preserving semen after it was harvested.

"I think that you've got one more thing to pay back for, Daryl." Arlyn glanced at him and he flinched a bit. An edge of shadows curled along her iris's and he felt a cold breeze. He tried to step back as voices seemed to whisper from a distance. His sister's head tilted as if she were listening to them and she lifted her head suddenly with a broader grin. "Yes, exactly, you've made Jester miss out on his chance for a bit of release. He's been so patient too. I think that you're going to make sure that he gets the release he's been wanting."

He stared at his sister with his eyes widening slightly. Something wasn't right. Something was wrong. The wind was cold, almost like a brush of winter against his hide as the whispered voices spread and slipped over them both. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could hear them and the mumbled sounds while he strained to hear it. Arlyn finally gave her head a shake and moved her hand behind her to pull out a card from her back pocket. She frowned a little bit at it and sighed as she touched along the edges and peered back up at him. He shifted and jerked back on the lead as she seemed to be studying him.

"Last wish.." She sighed softly and turned the card between her fingers before giving a short flick. "Time to give Jester his fun."

The card snapped with a flash of purple flames that dazzled his eyes. He jerked backwards and let out a short sharp cry that came out more like an equine squeal. For a moment the world was dazzled with an after image of the flames. The shadows twisted and twined over him while he struggled and twisted against the lead. He fought against it with short squeals of panic, but it didn't matter how hard he yanked back against the halter, Arlyn forced him to hold in place. The shadows touched him, wrapped around him, curled along his haunches and spread along his legs and spread over the curve of his belly. And where they touched heat flared to life and sparked like fire through him. He let out a short cry, low and long as his legs started to tremble.

The heat spread and burned, but he couldn't twist more then partially about to see what was happening. He couldn't see what it was doing, he only knew that the warmth was making it almost impossible to think. The pressure started to build inside of his loins, it spread along his belly and made his stomach contract. His legs started to shake slightly while he felt the heat growing and his legs nearly dropped down. He squeezed his eyes shut and started to pant in short hard breaths as for a moment the world tilted lazily and the pressure between his legs grew to a breaking point. He let out a short hard cry, a low squeal that burst free from his lips and was answered by a deeper call that erupted from Jester's stall.

Dimly, he felt the lead being dropped down to the ground, but he couldn't get himself to move. His head dropped down as low as it could go while he sucked in short hard puffing breaths. A scent flooded his nose and filled his senses as he lifted his head upwards. It was just as sweet, just as thick, but as it filled his nose and senses it didn't move him. He didn't feel his cock start to harden in reaction to the scent of estrus and his heart beat didn't race. He simply stood there on all fours and stared over at his sister as she unhooked the latch on the stallion's door. He tried to open his mouth to ask what she was doing, but the deep masculine voice erupted out in a call that made his entire body quiver.

"Go get her, boy." Arlyn grinned as she swung the door open wide and moved to one side so that the dark black quarter horse pushed his way out with his head up and ears perked high in the air. "Better watch out, Daryl! He's already pretty worked up since you stole his fun time."

Daryl froze and stared as the stallion pranced forward, partially rearing and the nostrils were flared open wide as he started to approach. Jester's eyes were centered on him as the large beast stepped forward and fear that he'd never felt around his horse formed in his belly. He trembled a little bit and jerked his head high in the air as he let out a short noise in his throat. And then the scent hit him. The hot scent flooded over his muzzle and blew right over his head. It was the scent from earlier, the masculine scent he had indulged in and drawn in oh so eagerly. But it was different, it made his stomach contract and a cramp rippled through him. He didn't realize what was happening until something slippery and warm oozed down along his inner thigh.

Jester rumbled and flicked his ears up before pausing and peeled his upper lip back and flehmened eagerly at the scent on the air. It was a scent that hit Daryl as well, and the estrus scent wasn't fading, wasn't from the pad. He wasn't even picking it up from the room he had left or from the edge of the door. It came hot and thick on him, it clung to him and flooded his nose as he jerked backwards and nearly stumbled over his own feet. He could feel the pulses throbbing through him as his loins throbbed, but not like they had when his cock had been hard and eager. They throbbed and flexed so that he felt something wet and sensitive between his thighs. Something that gave off a hot scent of estrus that clung to his nose.

No no no no no... He jerked his head down and twisted his head to try and stare beneath himself. He didn't see the fat heavy sheath that had been there. Instead he stared at a pair of mare teats between his legs, a bit of wetness glistened as it escaped from between his... her legs. Her legs. A mare's legs, a mare's teats.

Daryl squealed out and twisted away as Jester suddenly shoved forward and the muzzle pushed against her shoulder. His breath was so hot and the scent of stallion flooded her. It was hot and just as erotic smelling as the scent of the mare had been in the next room, but this time it wasn't making her react like a horny male. It was making her stomach tighten and relax, it made her body quiver and contract. She felt the pulses rippling behind her and knew what was happening, her eyes watered a bit as she realized that it was a set of perfectly made mare lips winking and flashing her clit eagerly for a stallion. A mare in heat, a mare in heat in front of Jester. A stallion who had tackled half the mares in the county.

As if to remind her of that fact, the stallion bit her shoulder roughly and pinched her flesh hard enough to bruise before his large body jostled her. She tried to get away, she twisted and moved to one side, but he followed her with a low rumbling noise. He hurred softly to her and pushed along her so the strong male body rubbed against her side. The feel of it brushed along the curve of her hip and nearly pushed her over. She let out a squeaking noise and scuttled to one side, but that only made her glance down and realize the heavy swollen cock was dropping down towards the ground. The flesh was so thick, so heavy, and she remembered how thick it was on the feel of her tongue and spreading her mouth open. How large it had been, how powerful the stallion had felt against her hands. It froze her legs in place as her entire body seemed unable to move. She wanted to run, mentally, emotionally, she wanted to bolt, but her body wanted to stay. She needed to stay. She wanted to rub against him and coat herself with that hot dominant scent.

She trembled and felt the hot breath suddenly hit right between her legs. The muzzle brushed along the outer lips and pushed along the soft folds until she jerked forward a few steps. Her legs nearly gave out as the nose followed and a hot tongue lashed out. It stroked right along the winking lips and she pulsed and winked eagerly. Her swollen sensitive clit flashed in the air only to feel the tongue graze right over the clit again. The slow movements pulled upwards until she was pushing back against Jester. She pushed and rubbed herself against her own horse as her body was throbbing with need. It overtook her and not even the sound of the flesh slapping up against the underside of Jester's chest made her want to bolt. Instead she splayed her legs out wider and heard the stallion let out a short sharp squeal. Her tail flagged up high and held itself completely to one side, revealing her winking plump folds to him.

Arlyn was watching, watching just the way they had watched Jester with mare's in the past except she didn't try to hold his halter or control him. Suddenly the flat teeth nipped against her bared haunch and the beast lunged forward and up. It was a move that Daryl had seen a hundred times in the past. She'd always thought it was fun the way the mare's nearly bolted while the stallion's weight pinned them down. She'd even enjoyed it when the mares tried to fight or bolted, the fillies were the worst. But now she felt the weight slam down and she stumbled as heavy forelegs wrapped around her hips. She twisted and jerked desperately, but the powerful beast kept her pinned beneath him. His hot breath hit against the curve of her shoulder before the teeth clamped down.

She knew what was coming, she remembered thinking earlier how the mares always squealed at the first feel of the shaft that plunged into them. She remembered thinking that there was little wonder why they squealed. She found out why. The blunt cock tip pushed upwards and she felt it slap against her under belly before the drooling flare pulled upwards and rubbed right against her outer folds. Her eyes bulged just as the stallion's powerful hind quarters rolled forward and a squeal burst out of her lips. The cock splayed her walls open wide and pushed into her body with a lewd squelching noise that forced out some of her own wetness. She was stretched open so wide that her eyes watered, but at the same time her walls contracted hotly around him.

Jester grunted against her shoulder he gave a sharper thrust forward and inch by slow inch her body was spread open. Her muscles were forced wide as her inner walls tried to clench around him tightly before the haunches lunged forward again. A hot thick dribble of precum oozed into her passage and the pre was forced inwards by the thickness of the glans. Her body wasn't used to this and her legs splayed open wider as she let out short harsh cries. Her breath was gasping and she squeezed her eyes shut before the haunches shoved forward again. This time Jester shoved his hooves against the ground and sank forward. Inch by steady inch plunged into her passage, the medial ring popped inwards with a lewd popping noise. Her horse drove himself in until his cock tip pushed itself hard against her cervix before the tip spilled out another thick dribble of preseed.

When Jester yanked backwards her eyes snapped open to watch her sister looking at them both. Her eyes were wide open as she seemed to be both afraid and excited at the sight of her 'brother' being bred by an animal. And the thought was lost as the powerful hips drew back nearly half a foot before lunging forward again. The hot feel of the stallion that pinned her made her walls contract and squeeze as he bred her. She'd seen it a hundred times from the side lines, but now she felt it. She felt the way the veins and medial ring plunged and rubbed along her. It stroked and eased the heat of her body, it reached so deep inside of her to caress places that felt as if they were afire. It hurt, it felt amazing, it was humiliating and still she pushed her hips back against him.

Each thrust forward slammed the tip right up against her cervix before pulling backwards again. It hurt when he did that and she felt the cock bowing inside of her. It made her tense up each time she felt him plunging forward again. The clatter of the stallion's hooves came louder as he started to grunt at the apex of each thrust. A spill of drool oozed along the edges of her shoulder the stallion's teeth dug in so hard that she whimpered, but didn't stop bucking her hips back against him. The large beast let out a deep rumble that vibrated along her back as the thrusts started to pick up pace. They grew harder, sharper and slammed against her cervix. She could feel the tip starting to thicken up and swell so that her aching passage was forced to stretch open wider.

Daryl shuddered and jerked her head up high as her eyes bulged as she felt what was happening. The force of the urethra shoved right up against the opening of her cervix. Her nostrils flared open wide as she felt the edges of the tip strained to the largest point and blocked her passage. The heavy balls bumped right against her inner thighs while she let out a final squeal. A sudden hot spray of thick cum spilled out of the tip and hit hard against her nearly spread cervix. Her entire body jerked, but her passage started to spread open wider and wider. The passage clamped down tightly and she started to massage and pull around the shaft from the base towards the flared tip. The thick goopy ropes of cum forced their way past her cervix.

Her haunches shuddered and trembled as Jester's hips gave a grinding push forward and rubbed himself along her quivering passage. Her head dropped as low as it would go as another hot rope of cum was flung into her. The sperm rich mixture was pushed through the opening of her cervix and flowed deep inside of her. She couldn't do anything but take it, take the rich mixture that extinguished the heat deep within her. Her lips spread open and she let out a muffled whickering cry that turned into a squeak as the stallion suddenly yanked backwards. His weight slipped step by step backwards and tugged from her still quivering passage. The flared tip was wide enough that it made her ache even while it sent another tremor of pleasure through her.

Just before Jester popped free a hot thick drool spilled out of it and trailed through her. It was thicker, stickier then his cum. She whimpered softly, she knew what it was. All stallions spilled out a gel plug to make sure as much of their seed as possible remained inside. As the stallion popped free a thick rope of it splattered against the back of her legs and he dropped down to all fours behind her. Her legs remained splayed open and her entire body was shaking, gleaming with sweat as something oozed out of her winking folds.

"Ohhh now you did give Jester what he needed..." Arlyn murmured and Daryl jerked her head up to glare at her little sister, but she wasn't in the spot she had been in just moments ago. "Didn't you?"

A hand brushed against her rump cheeks and she twisted her head to see her sister standing behind her. The other and moved up and cupped right against the swollen abused folds and gave them a squeeze. The touch made her flinch and she let out a whimpering noise deep in her throat. She ached, she was so sore, but it still made her push back into the touch. It still flared a spark of pleasure through her. It still made her want to feel the fingers pushing up towards her clit.

"Oh my, aren't you two a lovely pair...." A voice sighed on the wind and Daryl jerked her head up at the whispered words. "It's been so long since I've found someone that could hear my voice, touch my magic..."

Daryl twisted around and let out a squeal as she watched Arlyn's eyes snap open wide. The shadows twisted and rolled up along the edges of the barn. They twisted and reached towards them while the siblings stared at each other.

"But.. you have given me what I needed... And I have given the girl her revenge..." The voice purred as the shadows twisted higher towards the ceiling. They engulfed them, twisted them up in the long curling strands. The last thing Daryl saw was a flash of purple flames and all was darkness.

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Daryl shot up in bed with a rough scream and jerked the covers off himself as he nearly went tumbling off the edge of his bed. He took in deep gasps and tried to focus his eyes as he stared down at his bare chest, the line of his belly and the edge of his boxers. He gripped his pillow and felt it damp with sweat as the vivid dreams were left behind in the midst of the darkness. He sucked in a trembling breath and shifted his legs off the bed while he moved his hand down and started to brush over his belly and the edge of his boxers.

Just a dream... was it just a dream..? He thought and moved his head down to rest in his hands. Oh god, what the hell sort of dream was that...

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"Daryl! Aren't you up yet?!" His mother's voice was sharp impatience as he tried to collect his thoughts.

"Y-yeah, I'm up.." His voice cracked slightly as he recalled vividly the part of his dream with his mother.

_Damnit, just a dream. Stop being an idiot. _ He snarled to himself and stood up to get ready for the day. It had all just been a dream.

He managed to get showered, changed and ready for the day before his father stopped him. His father who stood in the door way of the office with a frown on his face and holding a sheet of papers in one hand. The dream was pushed away, as strange as it had been, it had only been a dream. Nothing more, nothing less. A dream that had been vivid, but that was it.

"You're going to be working the festival tonight, Daryl. I'm tired of the way that you've been acting up." Egbert glared at his son while tapping the papers against the palm of his hand. "If you can't behave like an adult, we're going to rethink letting you go to college in Boston. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, Dad. Sorry, I mean... sure I'll work the festival with you." Daryl gave his head a shake and ran a hand through his hair.

"Good, first thing, go grab your sister and take this around to the farms over past town. We've got a stray and I'm not going to feed and care for it while we've got Jester out there making a pest of himself." Egbert shoved the papers into his nerveless fingers. "And make sure you take Arlyn, she's been upset at you and it'll do you good to bond together."

Daryl didn't hear the last part. Daryl didn't hear anything. He stared down at the glossy photos of a piebald stallion. A piebald stallion with a mottled shaft that was dropped and swollen and his halter was being held by Arlyn. The papers fell from his nerveless fingers before he could stop them.

Just a dream.. has to be... just a dream...

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The pictures that spilled on the floor showed a swirl of shadows that seemed to lurk along his sister. Shadows that had come to her anger, humiliation and upset and given her revenge she would have never wanted to give. A puppet for them to use to cause their mischief for Halloween.