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The Puppet Master

The black keep sat high on the hill squatting over the village below. Sunlight seemed to sink into its dull stones and an evil aura seemed to billow forth from it. Travelers whispered as they passed by it on their way through the town. Numerous stories were told about the great and powerful Dread Lord who lived within its walls. He was said to be a terrifying warrior with limitless magical power who never left the grounds of his keep. In some stories he was a bull, in others a bear or a lion, and in one a panda, but all the stores told of how mighty he was. The villagers could attest to the screams and cries that sometimes echoed from its highest tower, however most of them had gotten used to it.

For them, life in the village below was actually quite bland, despite their proximity to the castle. No bandits ever dared to rob the town for fear they might intrude on the evil lord's turf, and while the Dread Lord was most definitely evil, none in the village had ever actually seen him. There were some who claimed to have seen his silhouette hanging over the ramparts ruthlessly flogging one of his servants but no one was quite sure. Strangely he also never seemed to demand tribute, virgins, or hurl fireballs down at the village either. So while their little village huddled under a pall of evil, it really wasn't that bad.

That didn't stop heroes from constantly trying to save the town though. During busy years they might see as many as twenty or thirty. Some came with questing parties and others came alone, but none of them were ever seen again save the female heroes. Each time one of the fairer sex tried to concur the Dread Lord they would always reappear hog tied in the village square the next morning with no memory of their assault on the castle.

It made sense to the villagers though as all the legends about the Dead Lord's eventual defeat were very specific. They stated that one day the mightiest of all male heroes would venture into the castle and emerge victorious. The reward for victory seemed to vary from telling to telling though. Sometimes the stories said the Dread Lord had the world's most beautiful and eligible princess locked in an eternal sleep in the castle. Other stories said the Dread Lord held the secret to immortality or ultimate enlightenment, a powerful magic weapon, and maybe even the cure for world hunger. All the stories mentioned vast stores of gold and the villagers figured that regardless of anything else that part must be true because the Dread Load had been at this a very long time.

High in the tower, atop his throne made of carved bone the Dread Lord sat staring out into his empty throne room. A full fifteen feet long, the naga's dark scaled form was draped down and around the large chair as he sat propped against one side. A striking figure, most of his scales were of a shimmering black save those on the underside of his belly. There they lightened to a duller softer gray. His eyes were yellow and silted, while his whole face and neck were ringed with a line of vivid purple scales that seemed to start in the middle of his forehead. The purple arched upward following the edges of his cobra like hood until both sides met again just above his sternum.

The Dread Lord's face had an exotic fierceness to it. It tended to give him an almost permanent sneer that suited his evil facade quite well, however no one would ever mistake him for unattractive. The rest of his body was unclothed as it shimmered in the dim torchlight. His thickly muscled torso smoothly blended into a snakelike trunk as it trailed off of the thrown, and where the vee of his groin would have been was a vertical slit just above a rather prominent bulge marking him vividly as male. The only thing adorning his masculine visage was a large fist sized yellow gem that lay in the hollow of his neck.

His elbow was on the armrest as he held his chin in his hand. The other held a full goblet of wine that remained untouched as he twirled a finger through it. He looked exactly how he felt, bored as he let out a hissing sigh. How he wished for something exciting to happen. Almost as if the gods heard him there was a sudden loud crash that made him jump.

The noise sounded suspiciously like the heavy wooden doors downstairs being battered off their hinges. A deep booming war cry followed that stirred to the dread lord from the top of his head to the tip of his tail was heard as that crash of steel on steel followed. The naga quaffed his wine in one long swallow and he sat up straight, muscles singing with excitement.

The sounds of battle below continued to as the intruder continued to do battle with the Dread Lord's conjured automotons. He tried not to grow too excited right away. The snake had designed the gauntlet below to test any would be hero to determine their worth in battle. Magic uses like himself would quickly find themselves overmatched while his type of "preferred" hero had a chance to make it through.

With a sundering crash, the double doors at end of his throne room swung open, and the naga was suddenly sure he had a winner. Holding a massive two handed sword in one giant paw, the golden hued stallion strolled into the room. The Dread Lord's eyes feasted as his long forked tongue darted out to taste the air. It was exceedingly rare that the naga found someone more physically impressive that himself to ogle but this horse was that and more.

Clad in only an overtaxed loincloth, arm bracers, and leather chest harness, the horse was the picture of a barbarian. Already sweating and lathered from battle, his massive chest heaved with each of his breaths yet he barely looked winded. The stallion's arms were big enough to look like he had been swinging that sword every day from dusk til dawn. His legs looked even bigger as his breadth took up more than half the door. All of him looked to be carved from marble without a scrap of extra fluff as the hungry eyed lizard imagined tracing the outlines of his fabulously defined abdominals with his tongue.

"YOUR DARK REIGN OF TERROR HAS COME TO AN END DREAD LORD!" roared the horse at the top of his voice. Evil thoughts buzzed through the lizard's head he sent a small probing spell at the horse's mind only to find it completely unguarded and delightfully uncluttered.

"It is quite impolite to burst in unannounced to another's home without an introduction," said the Dread Lord with a smile. His polite reply seemed to puzzle the equine warrior for a moment before he gathered himself together again.

"I AM GALIOS, SON OF TALIOUS AND I AM HERE TO FREE THE PEOPLE OF THIS BLIGHTED LAND FROM YOUR TYRANNY!"

"Blighted?! That seems like a rather strong word to use. I might not be the most civic minded evil lord around but the lands around here seem rather nice all things considered. We have a laissez faire style system in these parts that I feel has been responsible for the rather robust and sustainable growth of the area over the last century."

The horse jumped when he heard the words "laissez faire" thinking they might be the start of some dark spell only to become more confused the longer he listened. Listening was not one of Galios' strong suits and the compulsion to punch the clearly evil Dread Lord on the mouth to shut off the supply of large and rather confusing words grew within him until it burst forth suddenly.

"ENOUGH! FIGHTING TIME NOW!" yelled the horse as he sprinted forward sword raised high.

"If you insist," muttered the naga smiling as he drew a magic circle in the air with his finger. He then reached though the rippling portal producing a long dark sword that was almost a match for the horse's own as his body coiled like a spring and surged forward meeting the barbarian in the middle of the room in a clash of steel.

The horse looked shocked as they locked hilts and pitted there strength against one another. Egg headed magic types like the dread lord rarely liked to get physical and he had never encountered one with this kind of raw strength. Usually he just punched them in the face after dodging a fireball or two mid spell and that was that. He could see however from the play of muscle across the snakes chest and arms that this fight might actually be a good one.

The naga grunted pushing harder as the horse disengaged and there blades began a sinuous dance around them. The equine might not have been a deep thinker but his swordsman ship was brilliant. He somehow whipped his massive weapon like it was a fencing foil, and he was incredibly strong. The naga could still push him around but only because of the leverage his huge long body gave him but in strength of arm he was bested by the horse.

The fight dragged on, and on as both males furiously when at it. Their positions shifted several times during the fight taking them all of the room. The horse's form wasn't quite as polished as the naga's but he made up for it with speed, reflexes, and raw power. The Dread lord even had to tap into a bit of his magic to keep himself fresh enough to keep up.

They broke again pausing for a moment as they stared each other down. Sweat dripped from each of their bodies as the naga's tongue sampled the musk filled air around him when he decided it was time. He wove a quick spell as his eyes narrowed and he let his arms sag just a bit.

Galios had never fought a foe so skilled, or a magic user so straightforward. Usually by now they had tries all kinds of dirty tricks, and at least several magic missiles, but the snake seemed content to fight fair. He couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed a fight this much. Still, his sharp eyes saw it as the Dread Lord's guard faltered just a fraction. His hands were moving almost before he enough knew what was happening. The tip of his sword almost moved on its own as he thrust it forward like a spear point. He was aiming for the black snake's heart but his grip must have been off a fraction as the tip stuck the yellow gem at the top of the naga's chest.

The point of his sword pierced the jewel stopping suddenly almost half way through it as the Dread Lord dropped his sword with a loud clang and let out an anguished howl.

"What have you done! You have destroyed it! The SOURCE of all my EVIL power!" shouted the naga, as the horse's sword grew red hot. He let go if it with a shout as he jumped backward and the gem affixed to the naga's chest began to glow and pulse.

"NOOOOOOO!" shouted the dread lord as he seemed to collapse and an explosion seemed to rock the entire room. Galios' teeth seemed to rattle in his mouth as he was thrown backward flat on his back as all the air rushed of him. Smoke seemed to fill the room. The horse coughed a bit as it slowly cleared and he staggered to his hooves. In all his years or heroing he had never had a baddy explode like that at the end. Still evil was always a bit tricky like that, but evil had yet to outsmart him.

He was just beginning to wonder where the Dread Lord kept the loot when he heard a soft moan. His body tensed as the dust and smoke at last cleared revealing the prone body of the dread lord. How he had survived the explosion at such short range Galios didn't know but as he stared he noted several differences. The horns that had adorned the top of his head appeared to have vanished along with the jem in his chest. A white scar remained where the thing had been, and the horse also noted that the naga's scales appeared to have been bleached. His former black scales were now a light gray while the ones on his bely were a cream color.

He saw the snake's body twist and begin to coil as the Dread Lord slowly sat up.

"You did it," said the naga in a shaky voice as he turned to look at the horse. "You broke the curse!"

"Curse what cur- OOF!" grunted the stallion as the naga slammed into his midsection and warped arms around his middle. He snorted trying to get the reptile off of him unsure if this was some kind of attack. The naga nuzzled against the horse's eight pack tongue flicking ever so briefly against his stomach murmuring his thanks.

"I knew someday a hero strong enough would come and save me from the curse!"

"What are are... HUGHH... talking ...HRRR about!" gasped Galios as he tried unsuccessfully to remove the naga.

"My name is Fredric. I was the Kings magician until I discovered that accursed stone. Its magic took over my body and forced me to do such evil things. I drove everyone out of the castle and took it over for myself and have been prisoner of it ever since. How did you know that destroying the stone would free me?"

Galios gave him a blank look for a long moment as he pondered the question. They had always been taught in adventuring school that if anything on a bad guy glowed you should probably hit that first.

"Err training," said the horse as the naga at last let go. Still quite unsure about the allegedly reformed Dread Lord/Fredric as the horse's paw found the naga's sword as he slowly raised it.

"Hold fast for a moment Fredric, how do I know that this isn't some kind of trick or a.... um.....

"Ruse?" offered the naga staring up at the horse.

"Yes that," said Galios.

"Oh my! That is a disturbing though," said Fredric suddenly as he fingered the scar on his chest. "Evil is quite devious, and while I feel cured maybe we should worry." He snapped his fingers as a pair of manacles popped out of thin air along with a small key. He caught them and held them out towards the surprised horse before speaking again.

"Perhaps its better it you handcuff me and keep a close eye on me hmm?" Galios started to argue as Fredric's eyes began to glow just bit. The horse seemed to stare into them for one long moment then two as the naga's suggestion began to sound like a better idea.

"It would be the heroic thing to do and I could show you all the amenities of the castle," he said as his eyes gave one last glow before they dimed and the horse shook himself free of his stupor.

"I... uh... Yes! We mustn't let evil win!" he said grabbing the key and cuffs. "I know this seems harsh, but I have extensive experience dealing with evil and magic and it's better to be safe than sorry." Fredric held out his hands as the horse slipped the manacles over his wrists and snapped them shut keeping the key.

The horse's stomach gave an audible rumble as Fredric smiled slowly.

"If you are hungry perhaps I could whip us up something, I use to be quite the cook." Never being one to turn down free food the horse slipped the Dread Lords sword into the scabbard on his back and followed the broad scaled back of the naga out of the room.

Fredric led the horse to the grand dining room and right up to an opulently trimmed high back chair that sat square in the center of a fully dressed table. A crisp white linen table cloth and more silverware that he had ever seen in his life awaited the stallion as he sat down rather stiffly feeling a bit out of place at a table that was literally set of a king.

The naga slithered away before returning with a cart. He quickly filled a tall glass in front of the horse with mead before handing it too the equine. Galios still felt a bit awkward about the rather posh service until the first drops of mead touched his tongue.

"This is fantastic!" he said taking another swallow as the naga smiled.

"Yes before all the... unpleasantness, while I was court magician I took up brewing and spent a little time in the kitchen," he said as he placed a bowl in front of the horse and began filling it with fresh greens. "This is a lovely romaine lettuce salad with toasted rye croutons, mild brie cheese, and a balsamic vinaigrette. Enjoy!"

Galios couldn't remember a time he had eaten a meal with more than one course. It was slightly frustrating that he couldn't have everything in front of him at once, but by the time he finished devouring whatever delicious delectable that was in front of him the naga was zipping back toward him with his next course and a fresh round of that wonderful mead. Seven or eight courses pasted this way before Galios began to feel the effect of all that food as his eyelids began to grow heavy as he turned to fine the naga staring happily at him. How the snake had managed to do all this cooking with the handcuffs on Galios had no idea.

"Finished?" asked Fredric as the horse nodded slowly.

"Where did you lean to cook like that?" asked the horse his head a bit buzzy from all the mead.

"Oh it was another of my hobbies when I served as the king's magician. He had a voracious appetite for sweets and pastries. I also dabbled in landscaping, painting, poetry, and blacksmithing." Galios coughed through a mouthful of mead as he put the flagon down.

"You smith?!?" he said with surprise as Francis nodded.

"I forged the sword you hold on your back, though I am deeply ashamed of how it was used," he said as a pained expression came over his face. The stallion stood, drawing the blade in question as he placed a paw one blade. He tipped it slowly forward measuring its balance and finding it excellent. He had noted the blades dark exterior earlier but now noted the numerous bands of metal running through the blade.

"This is a patterned welded blade!" he said excitedly as he stared at down at it. "It's a lost art! No one even knows how to forge like this anymore."

"I found a depiction of the method in one of the castle archives and experimented with it a bit. Would you like to see the collection I produced for the former king?" Galios quickly nodded as he turned and followed the naga out of the room. Fredric led him deeper into the caste till at last they came to a heavy iron banded door. The magician opened it as the two stepped inside.

Galios' eyes went wide as his gear boner sprang to attention. The walls of the room were covered with armaments that would have made any king proud. Scimitars, sabers, axes, dirks and spears were all on display as he picked up thin bladed bastard sword. The craftsmanship was exquisite as he admired the way the metal had been folded and hammer welded together. His fingers touched the tip as he pulled and felt the give of the blade. It was not overstiff and flexed just enough to allow the sword to withstand numerous blows, while he gently flicked the hardened edge with his fingernail.

"You made all of these," he asked turning back to the naga.

"Oh yes I quite enjoy smithing.

"So does your magic come in handy when smithing?"

"Oh no, magic has no place in the forging of a blade," said Fredric quickly. "True, one can manufacture steel quickly with magic but it is a shortcut and the quality always suffers." Galios placed the bastard sword back on its pegs and picked up a heavy pike as he turned it in his hands.

"I have seen master smiths who did not possess your kind of skill. You must have a passion for it."

"Yes," said Fredric as he watched the horse. "There is nothing like taking something with potential and slowly shaping it through the force until it conforms perfectly to your will." The horse absentmindedly nodded as he continued to move around the room examining this and that. He seemed to lose track of time until he saw the naga yawn widely. His own body seemed to remind him how tired it was and just how much the fight with the Dread Lord had taken of him.

"Would it be too much to ask for you to put me up tonight?" asked the horse.

"Oh of course not! Nothing is too much from my gracious savior and we have plenty of room. Will you be taking a bath before you retire?" said Fredric softly as he stared at the battle grime covered horse. Galios snorted at the thought as he turned back to face the naga. He had bathed only a week ago. He should be more than fine until... until... Fredric's eyes were glowing as he seemed to fall into them as his whole body relaxed.

"The baths are quite lovely here in the castle. So soothing and relaxing," said Fredric as he drew closer. "It would be a shame if you didn't take advantage of them while you were here." The words seemed to echo through Galios' head as he slowly nodded. He was a bit grimy after all a nice hot bath wouldn't hurt.

"Wonderful! Follow me please."

This time the pair traveled upward until Galois though they must have been in one towers. Fredric opened a rather richly appointed door as the horse stepped through it and again was shocked. When the naga had said bath, he had expected was a wooden tub just big enough for him to fint into and some soap. Before him was a room sized pool big enough for at least six people. Set into the floor and done in marble, it had what looked like three stepped levels. The first looked to be a bout knee deep and was set near the wall. Several copper faucets jutted from the same wall with a valve near each waist level. They looked as if they would fill the pool and shower anyone in the shallow end.

The pool then stepped down until it was about waist deep with shelves along either side that allowed a person to sit along the edge. At the far end the pool looked deep enough to almost swim in with brass rails along the edges to hold on to. Galios gawked at the gigantic opulent bathtub as Fredric's eyes carefully examined the horse

"The soap is over there," said the naga pointing to a large dish with several exceedingly fluffy washcloths piled next to it. There was a bit of an awkward moment as Galios stood looking at the naga who seemed content to stay hover like he had done earlier before Fredric at last gave a small simile and began to move towards the door.

"Simply call if you need anything," said the scaled magician as he slipped out the door. Galios heard it click before he began to slip out of the few bits he wore piling them on a wooden bench set into the wall. His plump nads bounced free as he gave his thick sheath a quick rub and moved over to the poor. Steam rose off the perfectly clear water and it was perfumed with something he couldn't identify as he dipped a hoof in. For a moment he thought of what his many friends and comrades from the adventuring school would think if they could seem him now. Being fed and papered like a sultan was not something he had expected when he had come to the castle.

The big stud slipped into the waters with a soft nicker as he waded to where it was waist deep. He took a quick dip to wet himself before stretching out on the marble seat beneath the water. The heat began to penetrate his body relaxing him as it combined with his mead buzz to make him feel delightfully lightheaded. His mind began to wander down strange paths as it turned to the rather odd nature of his host and former evil ruler of the castle.

When he had kicked down the door he had been a bit surprised to see the naga sitting there looking so devilishly evil, all black scaled and horned. The keep itself seemed to be a blank spot for everyone he asked about it. All anyone knew was that some evil wizard ruled from it and called himself the Dread Lord. No one even knew what he looked like. It didn't at all fit with the evil types he had fought in the past. They always seemed more than eager to flaunt and preen over their image.

Even the villagers below had been less than helpful. Usually when he waltzed into town he was greeted with cheers and the admiring gaze of any number of lusty maidens (and often times a number of admiring males). Here though things were a bit more low key. He wasn't even comped his stay in the inn last night. Still they might be more appreciative now after he had freed them all. There remained however, the question of what to do with the now deposed ex-dread lord. Galios' fights usually ended with his enemy split on the end of his sword or trussed up and then thrown in prison. Fredric was an odd bird though.

The horse believed his story. There were plenty of cursed magical thingamabobs around and magicians and wizards were forever finding them and turning evil. Even though he had been a bit more trusting that he should have at first, he was almost completely convinced that Fredric was innocent. No one who was truly evil could resist treachery for this long without trying something. He had almost been sure that the reptile would try to slip something poison into his meal but the small little charm he kept clipped to his loin cloth and never started to glow. Latter when they were in the armory he had just known that the naga would try to stab him in the back but again nothing had happened. Fredric was without a doubt the nicest evil ruler he had ever deposed. The fight with the magician had been as fierce as one as he had ever participated in. The naga's skill with a blade almost matched his own, yet he wondered why during their fight he had never tried to use any magic.

The aromatic scent in the room seemed to increase as Galios' mind drifted further. He remembered how they had moved during the fight. How the naga's strikes were like lighting, faster than any he had ever seen. The corded muscular efficiently of that long hard sinuous muscular body. The stallion then found himself thinking about how the naga's smooth scales would feel against his fur as his paw crept down towards his cock as his thick member dropped from his sheath. It had been a while since he had thought about another male this. For the most part Galios was a ladies horse but was not immune to masculine charm. While he considered himself mostly straight had been more than a few dalliances with other males over the years.

There was a rather effeminate fox he still saw from time to time who loved to worship his muscles, a rather stoic ursine paladin he had quested with nearly a year ago, and most recently a pair of humans who had gotten quite hot and bothered about his size. His fingers wrapped around his slowly thickening rod while the other moved north to tweak one of his nipples as he closed his eyes and his imagination began to kick into high gear. It was almost too easy since Fredric didn't seem to feel the need to where any clothes like some reptiles were wont to do. It had given the horse more than a few looks at the sizeable bulge just below his cockslit. His hungry eyes had also noted the seemingly prefect swell of the naga's bare ass and the way it curved outward before blending into his long trunk. That and the chiseled muscular quality of the rest of him had Galios' mind zooming as he let out another soft nicker. Now if only Fredric tastes ran similar to his they might be able to have some fun later-

A soft cough made his ears swivel as his eyes snapped open to see the naga sitting on the other side of the pool staring at him with a smile.

"I must make clear to you how grateful I am for your rescue, and extend to you every courtesy that I could offer," said the naga as his tongue slid from his mouth softly tasting the air. His eyes were aglow as the horse stared deeply into them. Arousal seemed to flare within him as his thick equine cock began to rise. A soft nicker slipped free from his lips as he felt the tip of the naga's tail trace down one muscled thigh before deftly curling under his package and testing its weight.

"You are full of tricks aren't you," said Galios with more than a little heat in voice as the naga began to move slowly closer.

"The former king and I shared a very close and sometimes intimate friendship. It was my duty to serve him in any and every way he required, and I became very very good at my job," said Fredric stopping about a foot away from where the horse was seated. "Or do you remain uninterested?" he asked almost coyly as the stallion in front of him stood.

"No," said Galios as he moved closer, his thick erection bumping against the hard abs of the other male. "I do not." The rough paws of the horse brought Fredric's lips to his own as he locked tongues with the naga. The snake was a better kisser that swordsman as his nimble forked tongue explored the confines of Galios' muzzle. The slit at his groin was forced wide as his own thick appendage sprouted forth. It was almost a match in size for the stallion as the horse began to grind his own hard length against the naga's.

The tip of Fredric's long tail continued to play between the horse's legs as the tip moved up the back of the stallion's plump sac before flicking over his pucker. Galios shuttled and moaned as he pawed as the other male even harder forcing the naga's body against the edge of the bath.

"You really know how to use that thing," he gasped as Fredric gripped his hips and smiled.

"I haven't even started." The naga stuck so fast the horse almost didn't catch it as the snake's head darted down and his jaws spread wide. Half the horse's cock was buried in Fredric's gullet before he could even think as he was pressed to the side of the pool. The naga's throat rippled and squeezed in a powerful swallowing motion as more cock was pulled down his throat and the horse above him bellowed. Galois hadn't been small enough to deep throat since he was a colt and no one had ever succeeded in swallowing this much of him.

The naga's powerful throat muscles rippled and squeezed again as a few more inches were gobbled up while his tongue continued to tease what remained. He could feel the horse shooting copious amounts of pre into his belly as his hands toyed the studs belly and balls. The tip of his tail was now pressing against the horse's pucker as he felt it twitch and clench. From the way Galios was reacting it seemed he had found a sweet spot as he pressed inside.

As his tip entered, the horse threw his head back, his eyes rolling as Fredric forced his head to the base of the stud's groin. The naga hummed as he felt the tip of his tail find its target, making the cock in his mouth thicken and flare. The horse grabbed both the naga's shoulders as he let out an earsplitting whinny a half second before his cock dumped an extra-large load of stallion cum into Fredric's stomach.

In the history of blow jobs Galios was sure this had to be the greatest. The snake's throat continued to squeeze and milk him until every last drop was forcibly emptied from his balls. As Fredric slowly pulled off him the stud sagged against the side of the pool to spent to do anything, his mind a pile of mush.

Mush was exactly how the naga wanted him as his eyes lit up again and he gently held the horse's face close so he couldn't look anywhere else.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" said the snake with a grin as Galios slowly nodded. "Then how about you let me take care of the rest of your bath then?" he said as his paw grabbed a bar of soap and a rag. The horse gave no resistance as he was lathered up and scrubbed more thoroughly than he could remember. Everything had taken on an almost ethereal quality as the naga's glowing eyes seemed to hover perpetually in front of his own. Galios was almost disappointed when his bath ended. He had enjoyed the process more than he thought he would as Fredric gently led him out of the tub by the paw.

He was quickly dried before being led to another room next door with a large flat padded table. Three of the walls were covered in small shelves with numerous bottles and vials while the fourth was a full length mirror. Fredric motioned for him to lay on the table as he obeyed without question, eager for whatever was to come next. He stretched out his long body on the table warping his thick arms under his head fully exposing his back and ass. He stared at the mirrored wall in front of him watching the naga move around behind him, his eyes never leaving the naga's. Some deep part of him was trying to tell him something. Something about how the naga wasn't wearing his cuffs and how the naga's scales looked darker, but every time he tried to think harder on it the image of the snakes smiling face and his golden eyes seemed to blot it out...

"You did so well in saving me today. Such a strong and courageous hero you are," he said as he found a small stopper of oil and rubbed it into his hands. Galois was just about to respond when he felt Fredric's hands on his back as he began to work the oil into the thick muscles there. His reply came out as a low satisfied grunt as the naga continued to kneed. "I was thinking perhaps you might want to stay at the castle for a while. I am sure your journey here was strenuous, and it must have been some time since you have been able to just relax..."

Galios' big body shuttered as the lizard did something with his fingertips that made knots he didn't know he had disappear. It was true that it had been a while since he had taken a break from adventuring but he had plans. There were rumors of a litch in the kingdom to the north that....

The horse blinked for a moment trying to remember what he had heard about the litch as Fredric's eyes flashed, his scales growing just a hair darker as they did.

"I've found I rather enjoy your company and there is much to do here that might require the skills of a hero," said the naga as he moved down Galios' back.

"Some time off might not be bad," said the stud in a lazy sleepy voice as he smiled. His tail flicked fully exposing his hard round rump as Fredric's hands twitched. The naga moved away from the table and came back with a pair of shears and a thin leather cord. He gently gathered Galios' tail in his hand for clipping it short before folding and tying it back. Never again would it cover up that prefect ass.

The stud stared to sit up as he felt the scissors but relaxed again quickly as Fredric's gaze found his again. His tail had been getting long and it was probably time to cut it anyway. Wouldn't want it tripping him up. The naga smiled down at him giving his ass the briefest of squeezes before moving to his hamstrings while his magic continued to kneed at the studs mind. Galois could no longer look away as his eyes stayed locked on Fredric's, following him in the mirror. The horse was so pliant. So easy to shape as the naga continued to unburden his mind.

"Would you like to try a treat my horse?" asked Fredric slowly as two small nubs appeared on his forehead. "It is something I use sparingly from time to time but I am most sure you enjoy it very much. Galois quickly nodded, eager for anything the naga might do to him. He was felt so lucky to have met the snake now that it was hard to think of anything but him as his cock seemed to plump sliding slowly from his sheath. Fredric motioned for him to turn as he rolled till he was flat on his back.

The way the naga was looking at him was making him hot as he grew harder drawing Fredric's attention.

"Oh my, someone's excited," said the wizard as he slowly gave the horse's member a few slow pumps before releasing him. He was rewarded with a soft nicker before moving over to one of the shelves and selecting a small vial. He moved over to the table holding it above the horse's head as the male on the table stared at the coppery red fluid.

"This is essence of minotaur," said Fredric. "Extremely valuable and difficult to craft, but simply amazing in its potency and usefulness. Minotaur essence when used on the body can drastically enhance the physique of the user, however it also enhances all the sensory and carnal inputs and hungers while dulling the intellect. The user must be careful or he will find himself transformed into nothing more than a slobbering ravenous sexual animal. But that wouldn't be so bad would it now?" asked the naga as he leaned in till he was almost snout to snout with the horse. Galois quickly shook his head as he stared at Fredric with an almost blind adoration.

It was getting harder and harder from him to think about anything but the naga and doing whatever it took to please him. He was so fortunate to have stumbled on the castle and.... Well the details were a bit fuzzy now, but he was quite sure that the naga deserved to be worshiped. He was so majestic and regal with his black scaled body and high curling horns. The yellow gem at the nape of his neck marked him and king and lord of the castle as he brushed a gentle hand against Galois' cheek. The horse nuzzled against it eager to show his devotion to his new master as Lord Fredric undid the stopper and brought the vial to his lips.

The naga slowly tipped the vial as the thick liquid trickled into the horse's mouth. He swallowed quickly as he felt a heat suffuse his body. All too soon Fredric pulled the vial away leaving about a third of the fluid left inside as he took a step back to watch. The stud let out a grunt and it suddenly felt as if Fredric's fingers were on him again gently working each muscle only this time it was everywhere at once as his body tightened and flexed.

Fredric watched fascinated as every cord and sinew on his horse's body seemed to swell making his new pet gasp and moan. His abs seemed to clench and bulge outward, as his pecks heaved and pushed skyward. The horse's arms thickened the peak of his bicep splitting and growing as he let lose a heated nicker. His rump and legs put one the most muscled, engorging themselves on the power the minotaur extract offered. A webbing of veins sprouted and crawled over his swelling muscled groups as the already masculine stallion became even more so. His cock had sprung to full mast long ago as it bobbed heavily in a thick curve over his belly.

The shaft of his cock began to bloat till it was almost as large as the spade shaped tip, when suddenly that flared larger as well adding several inches of girth and thickness to the horse. His slit bulged as a thick sticky pre fired forth decorating his enlarged chest while the orbs beneath his cock grew to the size of large coconuts.

The transformation left the horse's body feeling tight and eager as the heat seemed to recede, leaving a rampant hornyness . He felt something snug latch around his thick neck as the naga slipped a collar around him. The heavy metal thing was just tight enough to be a constant reminder of his status and remind him who owned him. It had a thick D ring in the front, and the idea of his master putting him on a leash nearly make the horse cum as he drizzled more pre onto to his chest.

"In due time, in due time," said Fredric reading his pets thoughts as he gave him a few soft pets. "I think that it is time for us to retire to the bed room for tonight. You have had such a busy day." Galios was off the table before he even knew what he was doing as he stood in front of his master. The newly enhanced horse was now even more impressive standing perhaps half a foot taller and about that much wider, his body a work of art. Every muscle group on the stud was now highly accentuated to the point where he almost looked otherworldly as Fredric gazed at his creation.

Vial still in hand he motioned with a finger as Galios obediently followed the naga Lord further upward into the tower until they came to his bedchamber. It was a large opulent room fit for a king as the pair stepped inside the heavy oak doors. There was a small eating area with a table filled with fruits and nuts, another rougher table filled with a number of rather sinister looking magical devices along with the largest bed Galios had ever seen.

It was a massive four poster designed for the naga's long bulk and trimmed in slik, with manacles running from each post. The now perpetually horny stud looked eagerly to his master for direction as he motioned to the bed with his free hand. Galois then went and sat patiently on the edge of the mattress sure now that his master had at least one more trick for him tonight.

"Cleaver horse," said Fredric as he lowered the vial in his hand to his groin. "With you around I think perhaps I will need some of my own medicine so I can treat you like you deserve to be treated," he said as his fingers gently spread his cock slit wide before pressing the vial to it and dumping the remained inside. He barely had time to put the container down before a loud hisss broke from his lips. He had used the substance before, but never this much and never concentrated in one area before. He swayed just a bit and Galios was suddenly there holding his torso upright as a huge paw began to palm his groin.

Fredric flexed his groin muscles tight, keeping his cock inside him for as long as possible to get the full effect, but he could already feel it growing. Likewise the naga could feel his sperm factories growing in kind, each one swelling inside his body as they pumped crazy amounts of lust driving hormones into his blood stream. His breathing quickened as he inhaled the heady musk of his pet horse before grabbing the horse's head and burying his tongue in the equine's mouth. Soon the pair were grinding and thrusting against each other while Galios continued to paw at the growing bulge beneath the naga's cock slit.

Finally the Dread Lord could hold it in no longer as his cock bust free, spilling out of his groin. Still limp, but already as thick as the horse, the stud bent as the spear like tip to his lips. A vivid shade of pink from tip to root, dark veins laced through it giving the smooth exterior texture and more and more blood filled it. It swelled gaining rigidity as Galios' tongue helped it along, lapping up the beads of pre that collected on the tip. More and more continued to bubble forth as the naga's balls continued to grow. Larger even that the horse's own, one paw rubbed against the swell of them where the naga's torso joined his trunk.

With a heavy shuddered the stud's mouth engulfed Fredric's fat tip as a scaled hand applied steady pressure to the back of his head as he soon began bobbing. The horse couldn't even take half of it and his technique could use some work but Fredric could already tell that he had a lot of potential. The snake began lightly bucking his hips driving himself further into the horse while the tip of his tail coiled around the horse's own cock. His tail began to pump as he felt his pet go faster as the two males began driving each other towards there finish.

Fredric would have probably finished first had he not gently lowered his head to whisper into Galios' ear the words, "Cum for me horse!" His pet could do naught but comply as he flared and groaned around the naga's cock and blew his load everywhere. The Dread Lord felt his own body tense as he let himself go force feeding his new pet pints and pints of his thick seed. It took several minutes for him to stop during which time his pet could barely breathe. He pulled out just before he finished letting the gasping horse fall back on the bed.

His pet seemed to be a bit out of it, his body heaving as lay motionless. The naga on the other hand didn't feel close to sated as he felt his great nads go to churning at the sight of all the muscled horseflesh on his bed. He hummed a merry tune as he slowly found one the of the cuffs and slapped it over one ankle before repeating the process with the other. As he grabbed one of the horse's wrists, his pet began to stir looking up at him with lust filled eyes. He moved again, chaining the horse to his bed spread eagle as the equine slowly pulled on each finding himself bound.

The naga moved himself till he was between the studs legs as his tail slid under the horse's ass until a thick part of his coils pushed the equines rump up, exposing his muscled pucker. Galios' eyes were wide, filled with the knowledge of his master's salacious intent. As Fredric pressed the tip of his pocket python against the horse's pucker the stallions own cock jumped rising slightly off his belly. Still covered in a mixture on spit and his own cum, the naga was just slick enough as he began to press inside. He entered his pet extra slow as the studs ring slowly stretched to accommodate him. Had his horse been any smaller he never would have fit as he began to thrust forward.

As Galios felt his master spread him wide, he thought for a moment he might die of happiness. Nothing his master could do to him was as good as this. The chains and Fredric's paws held him tightly not allowing to so much a wiggle and he LOVED it. He felt as the naga bottomed out in him so incredibly deep and stayed there for a moment pressed their chests together. The stud's cock was sandwiched between their thick hard bodies still throbbing and oozing pre as they shared a quick kiss. The snake then lifted himself up placing a hand on either side of the horse's middle and getting a firm grip before he began easing himself out.

When he got about half way out he reversed direction putting a little more muscle into the thrust drawing a cry from the warrior beneath him. Very soon he was making the battle hardened warrior beneath him moan like a bitch as he began to fuck his pet faster and faster. Only the chains lashing him to the bed held him in place atop the slick sheets. A canopy of noise grunts hisses and shouts was soon heard echoing through the halls, some even echoed down into the village below.

The Dread Lord continued to plunder his pet deep into night brining him again and again and again until every inch of the horse was completely glazed in his own cum. The stallions balls and cock ached but he remained rock hard, unable to stop so long as his master continued to use him. Fredric stared down at his creation unable to look away as his hips keep pumping. He had lost count of the number of times he had sprayed cum into the horse's ass. It had ruined the sheets beneath them and coved the stud's rump and thighs.

His domination of the hero's mind was utterly complete now. The horse would desire nothing but his touch, affection, and happiness for the rest of his life. Already the Dread Lord knew that he would not grow tired of this creature. In him he had found something special. He let himself go one last time, his body almost to tried to movie as he felt the horse clench around him. When he finished he pulled out with a sickly pop before snapping his fingers.

The manacles popped open as the stallion, both of them too tired to move. Slowly the naga's coils began to wrap up as much of the horse as he could reach in his thick scales. Galois was simply happy just to be, as his head ended up atop the reptiles' chest. He gave a sleepy nuzzle before drifting off as Fredric felt his pet's mind begin to dream. They were simple things, as he watched with interest at how the horse saw him. His devotion was apparent even in the dream as he saw the horse and himself gallivanting around the country side saving damsels, rescuing villages, and generally being heroic.

Fredric let out a laughing hiss at the images as his fingers trailed though the horse's mane. It would take time to bring the horse around to his unique brand of evil but he had time. His stroking fingers soon found the two little bumps atop the horse's head that one day become a beautiful pair of onyx black horns. Even in the dim light he could see the fur of the horse had grown just a bit darker from his influence as Galois gave him another sleepy nuzzle.

Satisfied with the day's work the Dread Lord settled back into his plush bed already formulating new evils he would subject his new captive to as he felt his cock twitch again. As his mind reveled in a particular one that involved lots of rope and a number of feathers he let out a soft but still very maniacal laugh as his pet snuggled closer. Surely he was the most black hearted evil creature to ever have lived.