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“I'm gunna smack you about the head with this wrench, gonna tie yah down so I can eat yer nuts. Take your potency for my own and fuck you pregnant, then keep you on a leash so our kids can fuck momma geldie." The big sinister black Wolf snarled leeringly, as he shoved the pretty Zebracorn back against the wall.

Hooves shivered looking ashamed that he's so excited by the predators words... the big Zebracorn prancing in place nervously. “I'm a stallion, I am a mighty magical myth. What... what makes you think you can do such... such perversion and degradation to a myth?"

“Because the miracle of sentience is it subjugates or destroys all it encounters, it is my nature I can no more resist it than you can resist your own slavish nature." He licked his lips slowly stepping up and gripping the zebby by the shoulders, leaning up against the big male. Rumbling the next words in a soft husky tone, that spoke of darkness and pain. “Your fascination with us, and your already such a fag. You've lived centuries I'll bet, and all that time you must hunt for new experiences, new perversions, new heights of ecstasy and sensation." He gently dragged his blunt claws down the Zebracorn's flanks to firmly grip those broad hips. “I can smell the arousal on you... you don't run, you don't fight." The dark Wolf licked his lips sensuously as he starred deeply into those sparkling blue eyes. “You wouldn't stop me hooves, your confident in your regeneration abilities and you hunger for a new sensation. A tasty stirring of life in the staleness of eternity, desire will keep you right where I want you. For your powers been broken for entire life times bitch, your bastard offspring lurk in the shadowed places of this world." The big Wolf smirked wickedly as his deadly paws become more familiar with the myth's naked body. “To own you I'd just have to end you within me, but that... that would be a hollow satisfaction." He growled softly sweeping his paws round behind the stallion groping those gorgeous round buttocks, and digging in savagely. Thin rivulets of blood trickling down those black and white stripes that curved sexily across his ass. “You don't understand hooves, mortals are the abyss and I am its maw, I'm here to consume not your body but your will." The dark Wolf rumbled slipping one paw up from that ass to grip the equines long muzzle, tugging it down to meet his and kissing heatedly.

The big studly myth weeps softly at the Wolf's words, his proud head lowering. Leaning down as the wicked predator explains his lacking and points out his offspring as proof plainly written. Those sleek round ass cheeks leaning back into deadly paws, and in so doing helps drive them through that slick fur; through taut flesh and rock hard muscles. The scent of his own sparkling crimson blood exciting the stallion even more, making that long hose rear up. “Con... Consume my Will?" The trembling equine repeats as that blood stained paw moved up to drag that blushing muzzle down. Soft velvety black lip's meeting sweet smooth and mobile in the Wolfs savage embrace, the kiss somehow brutal and passionate all at once.

“All of it... devoured." The predator moaned, dragging sharp claws over that long equine neck, leaving thin red stripes upon the sleek black and white hide. Deadly paws smearing crimson blood down Hooves chest, and tracing lingering tender swirls over that powerful musculature. Occasional flicks of a claw left more jagged marks, little weeping thorns in the surreal tracery of vines. He broke the kiss and huffed softly, lip's rolling back into a feral grin at once. “Before you were only ever claimed by individuals, but never a lineage." He whispered pinching those large dark nipples and smirking as the Zebracorn's fat rigid rut stick drooled against his torso, his dark eyes meeting the myths. “Your blood, your magic and your body will nourish me and my descendants... our descendants. Your virility and regeneration will be passed on, even if the full extent of your life span cannot you shall be there, owned and cherished, family pet and matriarch." The big predator slipping his paws down that broad equine chest, to cup that pulsing rut stick squeezing it firmly. “your powers shall be spread and shackled, and your potency stolen! Give up your cock, give up your balls. And you shall be fucked by countless young virile studs throughout the ages, all fueled by your own stolen essence." The dark Wolf promised digging his claws in, blood and pre flowing down that ebony spire in equal measure. His nostrils flared, features warm with desire but marred with internal strife as his predatory nature screamed for him to feed.

Inhaling sharply as that kiss is broken, the sensation of those claws slicing, ripping, make hard muscles tremble. The feeling of hot blood droplets dripping and smeared over his black and white hide. “You speak of life long bondage... debauched by you and your our descendants." A powerful shiver races down that strong Zebracorn spine, and he shifts uneasily back and forth. “You expect me to just give up to you... to yield every bit of my self, my power, my self will." The proud, handsome equine moans his leg's trembling, stamping the ground with big black hooves. Clearly they want the Zebracorn to flee, to race away and not look back. However that long shiny black stud muscle thrusts towards the Wolfs deadly paws eagerly. Almost screaming take me, hurt me, devour me please! The stud panting in excited breaths, as those claws dig into that firm meat, silver sparkling pre-cum mixing with the crimson blood of a myth. “But I...I'm Not A... A Matriarch."

“You won't just be owned and subjugated, you will be the corner stone of a family, of a legacy." The Wolf rumbled lustfully as his paws slide lower cupping those fat stud nuggets. “Imagine it, an eternal anchor, some permanence against the tides of time." He flashes his teeth in a wicked feral grin, those needle sharp fangs flashing white in the darkened room. His ruby red tongue then swiping over them in a sensual display of desire. “You've born children before filly..." The dark predator laughed, as he watched the stallion shift back and forth in uncomfortable humiliation. “However they were always fools, always spreading out, not united, not strong like our children would be." He dragged his claws slowly down the length slicing thin furrows into that mighty cock and snarling softly. “You could fight me, you might even win the fight, but you'll still just lose in the end, and lie to yourself." The big canid whispered his words almost hypnotic, even as his fat sheath grows that much thicker. That tapered red rocket starting to peak out, his musk intermingling with the scents of stallion's blood in the air to form a potent cocktail. “You could struggle... but we both know you want this far too much." The wicked predator murrs slipping his claws from that hard length and then hooking a leg behind the Zebracorn's. Shoving Hooves smoothly over onto his back and growling menacingly as he leaned down over the myth. Frotting lustfully against that big black equine rod, with a low menacing growl his balls dragging over that studly length. “Tell me you submit, and I shall have you for my pack mare."

“What if... if I don't want to be a brood mare." The sleek Zebracorn protested even as his long black cock jerked and spits pre-cum over the Wolfs coarse fur. “I mean I'm a stallion." He thrusts that massive organ against the predators furry belly and chest even as he's taken down. Those big blue eyes growing wider and wider as the Wolf lay atop him, so close and warm, cocks rubbing against cocks as the predator smiled down at him. “A... A Stallion never submits... he makes others submit to him!" The sexy Zebracorn moaned, that strong body arching lifting the Wolf up into the air for a moment as he bucks. “I'm not a Mare!"

“If you don't want to be a brood mare, then you may have yet to convince your body of that." The Wolf growls his shaft spitting pre-cum over the myths shaft in response, their fluids intermingling, forming a heady cocktail of delicious musk. The Wolf's dark eyes matching his prey's stare, boring into the soul of the myth. “Your lips lie my dear, whether you think to submit or not, your lust is boundlessly apparent to me." He barked startled as the stallion bucked him nearly into the air, he clung tight however with his paws, and then growled. Leaning down to stifle the studs rebelliousness with a deep kiss, the taste of the stallions own blood lingering on his tongue, their scents growing thicker more intoxicating with their close proximity.

The handsome Zebracorn stallion resists that kiss for a moment and then slowly melts into it, tongues caress's over the taste of his salty equine blood. That big powerful body bucking and struggling a bit longer, before falling back passively under the handsome lupine. At last letting the wicked Wolf have his way with that soft mobile mouth. “Magic or mayhem which should it be... which will undo the male half of me?" The myth whispers under his breath as the kiss breaks, even as he feels those deadly claws cupping around his fat male hood sooooooo swollen with blood and heat.

The shadowy lupine gripped the stallions shoulders hard, all throughout the kiss his thighs locking about the studs as claws dug into those mighty shoulders drawing thin rivulets of blood. He broke the kiss and lifted his paw gripping that shining horn to dig a single claw into it, somehow the big male was able to start to carve a single rune into the horn. “Mayhem quelled beneath a bloody tide, blood calls to blood, a helix to bind." Sweat beads the lupines triangular brow, barely half the rune was carved and he was far from being an arch mage. The dark Wolf slipped his other paw down as the myth slowed his writhing, squeezing beneath the medial ring of that mighty filly fucker. Lowering his pointed muzzle, licking blood and pre from the wounded ebony python's flared crown. His tail lashing back and forward slowly, the display oddly calming. “Kinship's chains, a stallion to bind... The weight of generations a family tie, a scepter begets a flower broken and mine." He shakes the sweat from his muzzle and groans softly, seeing that little rune carved and shimmering as though filled with silver upon the base of the Zebracorns shining horn. He relinquishes his grip upon it for now, slipping his muzzle down to kiss black nipples and nuzzling powerful pectorals. Before taking the head of the Zebracorn's gorgeous maimed length into his maw, he swallowed and swallowed cramming it down his throat greedily.

His dark eyes closing as a low rumble escaped his lips, his own cock standing rigid at ten inches, leaking potent pre-cum as he worked lower still. A good foot and a half of dick meat in his body now, already prodding into his stomach, his throat bulging. Head dizzy as he works his maw into that black sheath Hooves medial bump bulging out his throat as he digs his deadly teeth in. Meat gives beneath needle sharp points, but he doesn't bring his teeth together, instead he drags them up and down the base of that length, grating and gnawing meat from the myth's rod. Torturously slow... his lupine tail lashing as his eyes rolling up in his head, finally he bites all the way down and separates the male and his stud stick. Lifting his head and gulping down all two foot of cock, that fat magical rut stick burning in his belly. The Wolf spasms before the myths lap, tensing up and arching his back then lurching forwards, snarling bloody saliva escaping his bared fangs. He shuddered violently as his dick throbbed powerfully and started to swell, a lewd road map of purple veins traversing his dick as it swelled monstrously. Gaining inch after inch, and fattening lewdly till it was as thick as a two liter bottle of coke, a good eighteen inches of swollen dick. His musk was all the more potent flooding the air with his virile scent as that stolen fertility thundered through his system.. "Auuughfaaawwwk, aaaammmmmmmnn!" He moans hotly feeling the stolen power... the masculine hormones surging through his system.

The mighty myth stood stunned, as that wicked claw twisted and carved the ancient rune into the very source of him power. Magical flaring and burning one contesting against the other only the Zebracorn's weakened will kept his body from fully resisting and throwing off the Wolfs rune. And then so suddenly it shocked the myth it was over, the magic sealing and binding the dark Wolf taking ownership. "Gods... Ohooooo gods..." Hooves stammered stunned as he watched his new master sink to his knees, taking that mighty stud stick into his maul. "Ohoo Ohoo Noooo." The big stallion moaned even as his hip's pumped forwards, helping the mighty predator between his legs to swallow that massive black rut stick down. "Ammm Ohooo Ohoooo MYYYY." Hooves half moaned in delight half protested as he felt that muzzle pressing into his sheath opening. And then those deadly predators teeth began to gnaw at the root of his massive organ. "Uhuhu... Ohooo Lord... Uhum please... Ohooo please." He begged an was rewarded with more intense pain, as those razor sharp teeth sheared deeper and deeper into his stud muscle. A soft wet ripping sound came from his crotch, and then his master was gulping swallowing even as the Zebracorn squealed and stamped his big black hooves. Fiery hot dribble of cum spurted and dripped out of his empty sheath the former stallion shuddering and cumming hard. Even as he staggered back watching the Wolfs body absorb the potent power in his former organ. "Ohohooooo damn." The stunned Zebracorn moaned, as he saw the Wolf's cock grow to it's massive new length and thickness. The studly lupine lovingly caressed over his monstrous new length, panting and sighing with pleasure. His eyes focused in on the twitching Zebracorn, he found himself stepping forwards, looming over his prey and stroking still with one paw. His tainted pre-spunk spattering wetly over the myths body, the wolfs musk had been sexy before but now it was intoxicating, the raw feral scent of a male in rut. He seemed to swell half a foot taller, the little bit of loose flesh on the male being burnt away to fuel the improvements as fresh muscle swelled beneath his fluffy pelt. His jaws parted as he leaned down, resting one broad heavy paw on his prey's chest.

"Bet my little fuck toy wants her innie stuffed." He rumbled in soft good humor, feeling the power over his prey. "I so dearly want to try this new rut stick."

Hooves lays back panting heavily as he looked up at the might predator, inhaling that powerful musk wildly the sweet scent making the former stud light headed and weak. That weeping bloody wound, were once male hood stood glittering as he heals, changing even as it does. Hooves glanced down noting in surprise that his mighty flesh was not growing back. The edges of that ragged wound were healing over the empty depths shrinking and reforming. The former stallion gasped as he watched those quivering black lip's forming, into a long tear drop shaped equine sex. "Wha... that's not... what have you done to... to..." Hooves reached up touching the rune now carved into his mystical horn, it's magic flaring even as the studly lupine grinned lustfully down at her.

"Well MARE do you want it?" The wickedly grinning Wolf sneered, even as he watched that big pink knob of her vulva wink out of those black lip's. "I guess that is a yes!" He laughed loudly, ever as the Zebracorn parted her legs for him, instantly he fell upon her huge paws pinning her down. Teasingly jabbing that huge lupine rut stick against her hot oozing sex, making his little mare buck and thrust her soft fresh against him.

"Yes... put it... put it inside of me... please!" Hooves begged weakly as the mighty predator hovered over that passive prone form. The Wolf was a tease however, he sawed his hot throbbing flesh over her pouting nether lips, always at just the right angle to avoid penetration. Teasing the poor filly mercilessly as he reaches up and cups that horn again, yanking that handsome muzzle up to meet his and kissing forcefully. His free paw rubbing over the studly shape of the once male, feeling flesh softening and shifting beneath his digits, feeling pectorals swell and grow plump, dark nipples growing puffy, hips broadening. The Wolf smirked, the myths already gorgeous bubble butt was growing more generous in its proportions, swelling to be a true mare like man eater. He growled savoring the thought of rutting his new prize in every hole with his magnificent new length. His tongue slathered the mares own with the taste of her blood and former cock as he angled his hips. His fat tapered tip kissing against her soaked pussy and then starting to sink home, the first few inches sinking home till he found her hymen. The equine had seemed to be calming down up till now... soothed by the males comparative gentleness. His hips slammed to meet hers abruptly, drilling that monstrous spire of wolf dick right through her virginity and into her womb with feral abandon.

The poor horny filly moaned as whimpered, as she felt that hot throbbing organ rubbing over her drooling slit. Panting and moaning, her body bucking and rubbing herself against that teasing cock. " Please... ohoooo please." She whimpered, she begging as the flush of heat rushed through her body from groin to brain. The pleas cut off by that deep passionate kiss, tongues flickering and struggling. The big Wolf winning away as his tongue dominated the pretty equines mouth completely. Even as those deadly paws caress's the rest of Hooves maleness away, forming the former stallion into the perfect little Zebracorn mare. Nipples stretched out long thick and pulsing, dripping milk already as the big Wolf kiss's and teases. Lip's parting as the mighty predator at last gave his little filly what she needed, drawing his hip's back to allow his mighty cock to slip into her. She gasped as that pointed tip pressed her lip's apart, her eyes widening as the girth of it began to force its way inside. "Ohooo gods!" She gasped as she felt it strike her hymen, realizing that he'd made her a virgin for the taking and he was about to take her. "Oho slowly pleEEEEEEEEEESSA." The Zebracorn screamed as her new master took her in one brutal thrust, destroying that soft delicate hymen like a bomb. As he gloatingly pounded into her in one savage thrust plundering her soft wet depths with his lust. "WWWEEEEHEHEEEE HEHEEEE." The new mare squealed, even as her body bucked back on to the very thing that had hurt her, as if knowing it would give her pleasure as well.

He smirked wickedly, all it had taken was a single thrust and already her will was slaved to the burning heat between her legs. The myth bucking wantonly up against his shaft, eagerly burying it to the hilt, feeling it spear through her cervix with the force of a juggernaut. His pre-spunk alone fertile enough that she could feel her ovaries bloating under the weight of his wrigglers. His lips pealed back revealing his terrible fangs, his back arching as he felt her sopping wet cunt milk his dick like a possessed fleshlight. The dark Wolf panted softly biting his lips and then started to buck into her himself, reaching down and gripping her broad shoulders firmly as he slammed into her body again and again. Using those powerful lupine haunches like a horny piston driven fuck machine to ruin her newly made cunt with his ramrodding fuck stick. Lewd wet squishing sounds filled the room as her juices spattered and flowed out around his monstrously fertile shaft, his balls bruising her gorgeous jiggling ass as he worked hard to knock that bitch up.

"Ohooo Ohoooo Gods..." Hooves squealed in high pitched whinnies of delight as that massive cock spread her... stretched her... ruined her for normal males. Those smooth equine tits that had been so sleek and firm began to grow filling with milk, as her magical body senses that his omnipotent seed had already impregnated her. Still that mighty cock had not yet quenched the fire burning in her loins and so she slammed back into the big Wolf savagely. Taking the pleasure from him just as surely as he was taking pleasure from her needy lust driven cunt. The two of them locked in a combat as old as time, each trying to get the most satisfaction from the other. Nether caring who won the contest, just so long as they could do it again and again. The air thick with musk and that sweet scent of mare in heat as they slammed together faster and harder... already the mare feeling wave after wave of orgasm ripple through her body. But would be satisfied until she had felt him fill her with everything those enormous balls had to give nature didn't take chances if she could help it. "I want it ALL..."

The wicked Wolf pounded away at her mercilessly growling, grinning, watching as her body transitioned smoothly from sleek muscular filly to milky brood mare. He could smell her fertility, could feel the way her slutty body worked to please his dick, those hot rippling velvety inner walls milking his dick savagely. His pre-seed pumping into her and back washing out of her plumping form, he gulped down the heady musky cocktail in the air hungrily. Snarling his pleasure, ramming, reaming, claiming what was his, watching her tits slosh and gripping those nipples roughly, squeezing and pumping along fat swollen nipples and smirking at the squirts of breast milk. He lowered his maw and took one fat nip into his maw, suckling greedily, his teeth piercing the sensitive flesh, yielding a delicious satisfying mixture of salty myth blood and sweet cream that was pure ambrosia to the lustful predator. His huge aching shaft ploughed through her wrecked quivering cunt over and over, harder now, his knot bruising and brutalizing those fat greedy hossy nether lips. He moaned with satisfaction, feeling multiple orgasms rip through her body, hearing her demand every last drop he could give, her transition from hesitant male to lust drunk fuck toy near complete.

The sleek feminine Zebracorn mare buck back lustfully on that monster cock, even as the knot ripped her open impossibly wide. Her sexy body cover in frothy equine sweat as the both of them enjoyed that hard pounding. That squeezing milking equine cunt gripping that mighty cock almost painfully hard as the screaming squealing mare reached a massive climax. Even as the mighty Wolf suckled the mares milk from his huge mothers of the herd teats, those hot lip's on that tender nip meat. Her body quivering and shaking violently her eyes rolling in that long narrow head as thick cream mare goo burst out of her trembling sex and washed down that massive cock even as he battered into her even harder. "Wwweeehehee." She screamed even louder as those sharp predators teeth piercing her soft feminine flesh the pain and pleasure only adding to the power of her orgasms. The little mare had truly enjoyed her mounting and the proof was plain to see... or smell and the room filled with the sweet scent of Zebracorn mare orgasmic fluids.

The wicked dark Wolf twitched and moaned deeply atop his slut, her convulsing greedy cunt tugging hard as his knot, tearing itself to suck in the last few inches of that brutal invader. He howled with pleasure as those hot steamy molten depths devour his shaft, those bruised, soaked nether folds clinging feebly to the base of his length. As he leaned down and smothered her screams with his tongue and maw, kissing heatedly as his thick viscous seed pumped into her belly by the liter, bulging her tummy out lewdly and back washing out around his shaft to coat his fat twitching nuts. He broke the kiss and fondled her fat mounds of tit flesh, squeezing over her voluptuous sloshing form with smug satisfaction, "You'll be a fine brood mare to my pack Hooves." He rumbles with clear satisfaction, as he watched the Zebracorn wiggle and tremble on his mighty fuck stick. "And we won't ever let you go."

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