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"Come on, and just strip that off while you're at it." The gruff voice was amused as Leland struggled to get through the door in his outfit. "I can't believe you got that thing."

"It was all they had!" Leland tried not to whine, but it was hard not to sound as if he were when Merle had been mocking him the entire drive here.

The older man only gave him a little grin in response, but he didn't start to laugh outright, he had already laughed enough on the way over here. Leland had been proud of his costume really, he had picked it up at the costume shop as an alternative to the normal outfits that he wore for Halloween. It was mostly made of plain brown felt that covered his body, and thick plastic hooves at his hands and boots that covered his feet. The head was rather clever, with an elongated neck so that he could lift his head up to peer out of the mesh of the underside and look around. He had thought it quite inventive, he had even gotten a halter to put on the horse head to make it a bit more dashing. And then Merle had seen him when they'd met up before the party, he'd never felt so humiliated in his life. The older man was dressed like an old fashioned English hunter, complete with a dashing red coat, detail put into it so that it was entirely correct.

They were supposed to be a matched costume together, Merle the rider and he the horse, and the older man had been absolutely horrified at the idea of being embarrassed with such a 'mount'. It had been a blow to Leland, who wanted to earn the man's regard, he always had, ever since he had started boarding his gelding at the man's farm. Merle was forty, but he had aged well with dark hair and silver streaks along either side of his head just above the ears. His body was toned from a lifetime of working with horses and on his farm. He bred jumpers, some of the best in the country, though no one quite knew how he patterned his bloodlines. There were no stallions on his farm, but every now and then he would get a colt or filly that would take ribbon after ribbon. Leland had gotten a bit of a crush on the man, hard not too when he spent hours every weekend working out his gelding beside him, getting riding lessons, so it was a blow to have his costume dismissed with laughter and amusement.

"Alright, here, close that door, eh?" Merle peeled off his riding coat and dropped it on a haybale as he stepped into the barn and jumped up the stairs that led towards the secondary tack room. "I swear, I really thought you'd come up with something more imaginative!"

"Listen, it's not like I had a lot of choice, online had some horrible costumes I could have chosen." Leland huffed a bit and leaned against the back of a stall door, ignoring the snorts and snuffles of one of the horses stirring in annoyance at the disturbance.

"Fine, but get that outfit off, strip down all the way, I'm pretty sure that what I have in mind won't fit over clothes." Merle called down as there was a bang of a lid being thrown open and crashing against a wall.

"You just want me naked down here!" Leland snapped back, his cheeks burning as he heard himself slip up.

The laughter that came down only made his cheeks burn with humiliation, but he kept his mouth shut as he heard something being dragged around upstairs. At least the man hadn't sounded disgusted or enraged, but it was still humiliating as he started to peel off his costume. He wasn't entirely sure if Merle really was attracted to other men or not, he certainly seemed to show a bit of interest, but it was fleeting. Sometimes he would become intense, watching Leland as if he were studying the younger man's body, but he never made an attempt to seduce him. Leland wasn't entirely sure that he had the balls to actually go after the other man, Merle was charismatic and dominant, a calm hand that made him feel as if he were a bumbling idiot. Like he was now as he stripped down as the older man walked down the stairs.

He tried to yank the pants off himself, attempting quickly, but the yank made him stumble so he yelped out and dropped down with the pants still pulled down around his ankles. Merle's laughter spilled out while Leland struggled to get out of the pants. His cheeks were burning by the time he got the faux hooves off his feet and stumbled back up in nothing but his boxers. He had a perfect chance to undress in a sensual manner and he hadn't even had the balls to try.

"Here, boy, let me help you into the new costume." Merle held up what was in his hands. "I think you'll find this much more to your liking."

"I.. th-that's not a costume!" Leland flushed hotly, staring at the assortment of leather and fur that was bundled up in the man's hands.

"Of course it is, just the sort I imagined to put on you." Merle's voice deepened while Leland stared at the costume.

The heat flared hotter along the edges of the young man's ears as he stared at the leather horse head, elegantly sculpted with a delicate looking muzzle and broad forehead, and two tapered ears. It was painted grey with flecks of black over it, a scattering that ran along the cheeks and surrounded the eye slots. There was even a thick soft mane that fell down along the forehead, not dark, but white and snowy looking and it was attached to a strip that seemed to be made to go down the line of the back. A harness was done in the same pattern as the head, like bands of horse hide held together by bright silver circles. Two boots were gripped in one hand, as well as a set of gloves, but the hooves looked realistic, right down to the bright silver shoes beneath them. There was nothing to cover his nudity, nothing to even pass as clothing.

"Y-you imagined me in that?" Leland barely trusted his voice as he spoke, a shiver of anticipation running down his spine. Was this why the man had picked on him about his costume? It had all been an attempt to get him here into a kinky outfit?

"Oh yes, do you recognize the pattern?" Merle stepped forward, draping most of the harness and the mask on the edge of the stall door before lifting up the gloves. "You remember Minivar, don't you?"

"Minivar? The little grey mare?" Leland frowned trying to remember. "I remember, you sold her just as I was coming here with Tybol."

"Yes, she was always a favorite, so I patterned this after her. Her coloring was lovely." Merle's voice deepened as the larger man crowded forward and reached up to catch his wrist, lifting it upwards away from his body. "This is a far better outfit if you're going to be my mount."

His mount... Leland swallowed, fighting not to shiver as the fingers slid over him to draw the glove over his lower arms. He's just been playing this game, drawing it out...

Merle drew in close to his body, sliding against him so that Leland trembled a little bit while the gloves were pulled onto him, the leather supple as his hands were forced into fists where the hollowed out hooves were. The harness was dragged over him, not just thrown, but caressed over his body as Merle pressed in close against him, he could feel the warmth of the body pressed right up against the thin barrier of his boxers. Hands stroked him, the competent touch he had seen used on many horses, but now it felt sensual as the leather was drawn over his chest and pulled along his head. He moved his hands to help with the buckles, but his covered hands only bumped uselessly against the man who let out a low throaty laugh.

The fingers moved to slide along the edges of his boxers, the man's touch was deft as he peeled the cloth down. His lips brushed right along his neck for a brief moment, the nostrils that flared and sent out a hot brush of air against him as his pants were peeled away. That slipped down, pulling over his plumping cock while Leland remained still, his breathing coming in short pants while Merle slowly dropped downwards to peel the fabric away. The man was smiling, a fond smile that made Leland fight not to say something, he was half afraid if he said something the touch would stop. He leaned back against the stall as he was coaxed into lifting his leg up so the boxers could be cast aside and the boots were brought down.

He'd never had anyone dress him before, it was erotic and making his cock rapidly start to grow thicker and heavier along his loins. It began to rise upwards, making him feel a flare of satisfaction as he watched Merle's eyes linger on his groins. He was well hung, plump and heavy enough to satisfy a girl or boy if he was only given the chance. He shifted his hips backwards and gave a moment to show himself off for his new lover as the boots were fastened onto his ankles and he stood on a set of heavy feeling hooves. The leather trailed all the way up to his calves, the padding was silk and soft against his skin as Merle rose up and brushed a hand along either side of his waist. The thumb brushed up higher, trailing almost to the plump swell of his cock, but not quite touching.

"The mask, my new mare, let me put that mask." Merle breathed out softly, the fingers kneading ever so gently along his hips. "I want to see you as you were meant to be."

Leland grinned and lowered his head so that his lover could pick up the mask, feeling the harness sliding around him as he watched it turned about so he could see inside of it. It was padded with silk as well, soft and warm against the palm of his hands. It was really quite a lovely, making him remember the mare that he had met when he first came here, but done in miniature to fit on a person. He stepped forward and brushed right against the front of the smooth riding pants and pressed against Merle. A smile lingered on his face as he tried to look seductive and confident while the man slipped the mask over his head. It slid smoothly on, the straps brushed his cheeks and teased along the line of his neck with a light tickle. He could only imagine how he would present himself to his 'rider', what it would feel like, dozens of fantasies played into his head as Merle buckled the mask over his head. And then, suddenly, it lashed out against him, twisting and writhing around his head with a life of its own as he let out a ragged cry.

The harness clamped down and twisted about him, sliding along his chest while he tried to get his hands up to grip the mask, but the hooves just scrabbled against the edges of it. It tightened, nearly cutting off his breath while he stumbled forward blindly, crashing against Merle as he let out a high pitched noise. The gloves and boots were tightening, clutching around him and sliding higher up along his body, twisting and cutting against him painfully as he hit the side of a wall.

"I knew that you were perfect the moment I saw you, Minivar was a lovely mare, but you... you will be a treasure." Merle's voice wrapped around him as the first join popped and twisted, drawing an equine squeal from Leland's throat as the magic worked into the costume began to delve into his body with no way for him to stop it.

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It seemed an eternity before Leland rose up from the ground, shaking and trembling, unable to think, unable to reason. Bones and joints had popped and shifted, skin had changed from pink to thick smooth hide covered in glossy hair. He had screamed and cried for help as the mask had melted to his face and bonded with his skin, his screams had soon come from a horse's mouth and became more equine with each moment. He had watched as his chest barreled out and his hips became large and muscled, powerful and designed to propel his body on all fours instead of on two strong legs. And, most horrible of all, was the dazed moment when he had watched between his haunches as more than just his body had changed. He... she shuddered, shying away from the burning memory of her loins aching and twisting, the udders appearing with two dark black teats. She couldn't think of that, the former man drooped his head down, shaking all over with exhaustion and fear.

What did he do? The words echoed in her mind, the question that couldn't even be spoken past the pale thick lips with the outsized tongue.

"There now... my lovely one.." Merle's voice was a soft murmur, hands sliding out to caress along a smooth grey neck. "I knew when you first came here that you would be the one, every five years I doubt I'll find the one I'm looking for, but always you find me."

Leland jerked away, almost stumbling on her hooves with a wild squeal of fear at the touch. Her ears went back instinctively, glaring at the man who had somehow done this to her. Wherever he had gotten the costume, however he had gotten it, that was what had changed her. She had seen the harness melting into her skin and spreading over her hide, tearing away her humanity. The man only clucked his tongue slightly before stepping away from the wall to pick up a halter from outside of one of the stalls, the other hand grabbed for the lead as the newly made mare stumbled backwards again.

"I know, so confused.." The man murmured, his voice soothing as he shook out the halter and approached her one slow step at a time. "I'm afraid you have only yourself to blame, I can't take the unwilling you know, only the stupid."

Stupid! Leland shrieked out angrily and tried to dodge as the man leapt forward and suddenly flung the halter up and over her dainty head. The leather scraped against her as she tried to twist away, but Merle had had a lifetime handling horses and the buckles tightened before he could do more than crash into the side of the wall.

"Not a bad sacrifice all considered, Minivar was a poor one." The lead yanked roughly against Leland's halter. "He was quite the sinner. A gambler, a drunk, all manner of devilish things... But you? Your only sin is lust."

Sins? He's a madman! Leland tried to lunge forward, but a chain was looped over the bridge of her nose and suddenly pinched down hard enough that she let out a pained noise.

"He likes the innocent, not the pure, those he can't touch, but innocence... Oh yes.. He'll be quite pleased with you, my lovely mare." Merle let out a low laugh as the chain tugged harder against her muzzle and she was pulled forward. "I give him his sacrifice, and he gifts me with a foal. Once every five years I get a champion.."

Leland was barely listening as the chain bit harder against her sensitive nose and forced her head downwards. She had to move backwards and turn about as he wanted or it would only grow worse, but it ached! She hated herself, but she turned about and he pulled her forward one slow step at a time. She tried to fight him, but her body was too new, too strange for her to do more than give half hearted attempts at biting and lunging. Her hooves felt too large and strange, moving on all fours was humiliating and made her cheeks burn hotly as she was guided out of the barn and into the chill night air. The whickers of the sleepy horses answered her as the man hauled her down along the fence line before coming to a stop at an old hitching post.

"That's why my lines are so sought after, though I know they mock me for being little better than a bumpkin." Merle let out a low unamused laugh while tying off the lead to the hitching post. "But, I suppose we all have our trade secrets, mine is just a bit stranger than most."

_He's insane.. Demented!_Leland's head was forced down painfully low, her chin forced against the wood of the hitching post.

"Easy now, you'll enjoy it. They all do.." A hand brushed along her side while she tried to sidle away, but the man was well versed in the antics of horses.

A hand suddenly grabbed her tail, clamping down right at the base so that she squealed out at feeling the newly formed appendage suddenly yanked to one side. She twisted her head about, trying to see behind her, but she couldn't, not with how tightly the lead was tied down to the hitching post. Something wrapped around her tail, rope or leather, something wrapped right around the base of her tail and yanked it forcefully to the side so that her naked haunches were exposed. She pinned her ears flat down to her head with rage, trying to kick at him as her tail was drawn tightly along her body. She tried to kick backward with a forehoof, wanting nothing more than to strike her tormentor. Instead of hitting him, a hand neatly caught her hoof and forced her foreleg up and under her body.

Too late she realized that she had helped him, the rope that had wrapped around her tail was pulled along her body and the other end tied tightly around her ankle. She limped in place, trying to drop her hoof as the rope tightened, but when she tried to lower her hoof, she yanked roughly against her tail. He moved his hand to slide right along the line of her rump cheeks as he moved behind her, making her instinctively try to kick back, but the moment she did she nearly crashed onto the ground. She was too off center with three legs to get a good kick back at him.

"There we go my dear, you understand now, don't you?" Merle drawled out softly, his fingers suddenly moving between her legs to brush against the dark stiff teats.

I don't understand anything! Leland wanted to wail, her ears pinned flat down against her head while the fingers teased around the edges.

Merle didn't answer her, not when a finger moved to trace upwards, gently stroking along the line of her folds, making her tense up. She didn't want to think about that part of her change, it was too horrible, the loss even worse than the loss of her humanity. And now the fingers spread over the edges of her folds, tracing slightly against the pursed lips before he began to speak. Not in English, but a guttural tone as the fingers spread along either side of her soft supple lips. The gentle touch sent a shudder down her body before she limped forward to try and evade the touch, but the fingers spread along the tear shaped folds. He kept speaking, but that wasn't what made her head jerked her head up higher in the air, straining against the lead as the first burn began to spill through her body. The fingers curled against her as the man changed, sending the heat deeper into her form.

The finger tips curled inwards slowly, pressing forward to spread the plump outer lips open while his other hand pressed right against the curve of her grey furred haunches and braced there. The fingers slowly started to sink inwards, forcing her lips open as another line of heat poured through her. She twisted her head up, contorting herself, rolling one eye back to see that livid red markings were glowing along her rump cheeks. It looked like glyphs that were forming and burning into her pale hide as the fingers began to wedge forward slowly, parting her silken inner walls around the tips of the fingers. It was the worst violation she could imagine, a violation that made her walls clamp down tightly around the digits to try and push him out. As he wedged inwards, she felt the vulnerable nerves starting to grow inflamed and swollen, her inner walls contract and pull, squeezing while her haunches shuddered.

With a push against her haunches the hand slowly began to slide into her body, and where the fingers touched she felt the heat growing worse as she let out a protesting squeal. Her walls rippled as the ridge of the knuckles suddenly pushed forward and caught against her outer folds before he pushed inwards. He didn't hesitate, with a grunt he pushed past her protesting folds and suddenly plunged his hand all the way up to his wrist into her body. His fingers curled lightly, caressing along her passage so that the heat began to spread along her inner belly. The warmth was almost unbearable and she let out a rough noise as her folds began to wink and flex in reaction. It was spreading through her, flooding her as the hand pushed in deeper and deeper, giving her a moment of pure humiliation as she felt wetness being pushed out around the edges.

Her belly was aching, but it wasn't as bad as the way that her folds kept pulsing and tightening around the wrist in an unmistakable wink. He trembled slightly, her haunches were trembling and shaking as she felt the winks starting to pulse and clench around the wrist. She knew that motion, she had seen it before with others. Her ears splayed to either side and she jerked her leg roughly, trying to free it from the rope so she could clamp her tail down as she was forced into heat with Merle's hand plunging into her marked body.

"Varuul..." The last word was growled out as the hand suddenly drove forward into her body so she squealed out raggedly, her hips crouching down with a shudder. "I bring you an offering, a sinner to claim as your own..."

The hand slowly drew from her body, sliding from her with a slick noise as the fingers slipped free with a caress along the bud of her clit. Her dusky folds winked in reaction, but her eyes were rolling back in terror as a creature was forming out of the night. It was like shadows were being torn into being, bits and pieces at first, a curve of a shoulder, a powerful arch of a neck, the spill of a tail. A horse stepped out, shadows and a flash of red as maddened eyes were seen over the bridge of a broad nose. Sparks flared from the massive nostrils, illuminating the night as the beast wrinkled back his lips to show sharp white teeth that caught the light. The scent of sulfur and smoke flooded Leland's nose while she lunged forward, shrieking out terror as she saw a glimpse of the large hooves lift and fall with a scattering of sickly yellow sparks.

"Your seed for you sacrifice, Varuul. A pact between us, for five more years..." Merle stepped aside, his eyes almost fever bright as the demonic horse took another step forward. "Give her your foal, and in four years you may have her back once again."

HAVE ME BACK?!?! Leland shrieked out, but the sound was cut off as a powerful scrape of fangs hit her hard on her haunch.

A blast of heat, so hot it felt as if coals and embers were shooting against her coat hit her as the stallion stepped forward. She kicked back, her haunches falling as she tried to strike him, trying to find any way that she could to fight as the infernal beast loomed over her. He was large, far larger than she was, built more like a draft stallion than a light bodied horse like herself. He nipped her again roughly as she tried to get her hind legs back from under her, his nose stretching forward before she felt the scrape of sharp teeth sliding along the line of her back. The scent of brimstone grew as she twisted her head wildly, trying to see a way out, but all she could see was the midnight dark head and glowing eyes, the embers along his nostrils brightened and dimmed with each breath. He had dark red horns that curled from his forehead and around each of his ears like a rams, and that was all she saw before the beast lunged forward and crashed against her delicate hind quarters.

She instinctively snapped her tail down, feeling it jerk against the rope uselessly as her loins were kept bared to the heavy chest that pushed up against her and forced her own chest against the hitching post. The wood dug in roughly as the powerful forelegs pushed upwards and his weight swung up and onto her back, his legs so large that the tips of his hooves nearly dragged against the ground to either side as his muzzle pushed towards her neck. Sparks hit against the back of her neck before the sharp teeth suddenly wrapped right at the small of her neck and clamped down possessively, she could feel them tugging as she let out an enraged equine scream, ducking her hips down beneath the too heavy weight. Something heavy and long brushed along her inner thighs, sliding back and forth until it swung up to lewdly slap against her belly.

She felt the weight against her teats, the thickness of the equine cock hitting against her and grinding along the line of her belly as the beast's hind hooves thudded roughly against the ground. Merle couldn't let this happen! It wasn't even just a simple horse, it was a creature from some hellish plain that was snorting along her neck. She could feel the saliva running along her tongue as the powerful haunches drew back and the thickness of the tip briefly dragged along her stomach. Something wet and slippery caressed backwards, smearing her with hot precum as his chest started to pull back along her trembling haunches before lunging upwards. She dropped her hips lower, desperately trying to evade him as the stiffened spire jerked upwards and jabbed roughly between her thighs, smearing and grinding a thick oozing spill of precum along her outer lips while she dropped her hips again.

"Not even a new trick, my new lass?" Merle's voice was hoarse with arousal before fingers suddenly caught the tip of one of her teats and twisted. The sharp jerk made her shill out and jerk upwards, just enough that the tip of the drooling dark shaft plunged up against her vulnerable folds.

The teeth dug down harder against her neck as the stallion lunged forward blindly, digging the tip against her folds and trying to pry them open as she desperately tried to drop her forehoof again. The hot viscous pre oozed into her as he tried to pry her open, caressing against her folds which treacherously pulsed and winked open. She barely had time to brace herself before he rocked forward the moment she winked her clit and caught against her recently violated opening. He pushed forward, ignoring her squealing and struggling as her walls began to be forced wider and wider around his shaft. It wasn't like Merle's hand, neatly flattened and made small so he could slip into her, it was broad and steadily making her muscles strain open wider and wider. The former man pinned her ears, tears rising up in her eyes as her flesh was stretched open almost to the point of tearing and still he wedged his haunches forward.

Her walls tightened immediately, trying to stop him as she let out a shrill squeal, one that was answered by the horses in the stable. Her hind legs were forced to splay open wider as the aching burn of being impaled on the shaft only grew worse. Her belly began to heat up, almost burning from the touch of the shaft carefully prying apart her defenses. The powerful stallion shifted his hips, the hooves clopping up and down as he seemed to work back and forth, trying to inch inwards. The hand had opened her, but it hadn't been truly painful, not she could feel the muscles that had been forced to be roused were now shoved open and feeling every vein, every bump of the dark equine flesh as the teeth possessively yanked backwards, leaving a bruise against the small of her neck despite the thickness of her snowy mane.

The growl against her neck was an unnatural sound as the tip of his cock inched in deeper, the precum was being flung in deep, hot and thick as it was pushed into her by the broadness of the tip. The forelegs curled upwards until she felt the sharp edge of the hooves tucked against her stomach and yanking her backwards as inch after inch violated her, smearing the infernal wetness ever deeper into her body. And what was worse, her body responded, her muscles contracted and squeezed around him, pulling and caressing from the tip all the way down to the medial ring as it jammed up against her folds before he drew backwards. The slow tug made her shudder, feeling some of the slippery stuff spilling out from between her lewdly spread folds. They were forced to form a wide O shape, thinned down in an effort to take the beast.

The next thrust didn't rock her forward, Varuul used his hold on her haunches to drag her backwards, forcing her to impale herself on his cock as the bowed dark girth plunged back into her body. The tip suddenly jammed right up against the barrier of her cervix, grinding against the tender opening brutally and smearing it with his precum. Her world was narrowing down to the harsh scents of male on the air, they were flooding her with each breasts, no matter that it was tinged with smoke and brimstone. The thrusts forward rammed his glans against her cervix over and over again, the hot bubbling precum oozed out and was continuously shoved up against the narrow barrier towards her cervix. Her walls clamped down tightly, pulling around him as he dragged back, trying to clutch him despite her horror at the act.

Another thrust and the massive stallion lunged up along her body, one of the forelegs hooked forward, nearly around her chest as his back arched upwards to put more force into his thrusts. Hot squelching sounds could be heard at the apex of each thrust, the mingling of her own forced arousal and the precum being forced out around the thick black length as the medial ring plunged into her and tugged back out again. Each time it sank into her she was forced to feel a stab of unwilling pleasure before it was pulled out again, her aching body desperately trying to deal with the too large girth that continued to drive within her body. Harder and faster, he battered within her, ignoring every time she squealed and kicked her hips up. She didn't care when her hind legs nearly gave out on her with her kicking, nor did the demonic stallion, his heavy forehooves hauled her upwards until she was forced to hold herself up again.

The hooves scraped against her roughly, making Leland stumble as the powerful haunches gave a final rough buck that wedged the flaring cock tip right up against her cervix. The urethra jutted out and meshed right against the narrow opening that lead to her vulnerable womb as she intimately felt the massive shaft bowing inside of her. The teeth finally released her neck as the stallion shuddered his hips and let out a baritone roar of pleasure, just as the first hot thick rope of demonic semen erupted out of his tip and hit hard against the narrow opening to her fertile belly. It rushed into her, thick and heavy, so hot that it was nearly searing her as the rush of infernal sperm pushed through the opening and spilled inwards, warming her lower belly as she dropped her head down against the hitching post, trembling beneath his weight.

Every pulse, every throb, sent more into her body and pushing towards the ripe ova that she had been forced to release. Her own muscles betrayed her, no matter the tears that rolled down her long muzzle, her body still pulled and clutched around him as the powerful haunches rocked back and forth. The thick pearly seed oozed out and escaped around the flared tip, spilling out slowly from her forcibly spread outer lips. Finally, something thick was flung out, heavy and gel-like, it smeared out against her cervix to seal his seed deep within her body. Not that it mattered, not that she could escape her fate, already the sperm were surrounding and attacking her ova, rushing to be the first to claim it to ensure that her new body would become swollen with his foal.

Varuul rumbled and finally stepped back, his softening cock pulling from her body with a wet noise as the weight pulled backwards. Finally, after an eternity, the weight slipped from her trembling legs as the cock tip pulled out with a wet slurping noise and a spill of hot thick cum erupted from her aching violated folds. It ran along her inner hind legs, trailed along her teats as the beast dropped down with a rough grunt and gave her haunches a small sniff as if to ensure he had done his job. It was humiliating, degrading, and she dropped her head as far as it would go. She could feel the trail dribbling from her as the beast stepped around her with a thud of his hooves, the sparks spilling around the hard edges as he walked past her and towards Merle.

The dark cock was slimy from use, swinging beneath him back and forth so that some of the mess carelessly was flung to the side to splatter against her as it was drawing upwards beneath the barrel of his chest. His glowing red eyes flared with orange around the edges as he stopped before the man that had been Leland's friend, his massive head lifted up high as he regarded the man. The cock pulled upwards, the still flared sheath the only thing left into sight as it withdrew into a sizable sheath that was slung heavily beneath the broadness of his belly.

"You have five more years, human." An impossibly deep voice rumbled out from the demonic creature. "In four I will return for the mare, as is my right, you have one year after I take her to find another. Use your time wisely or it will be you that I return for."