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Vanir sniffed the air nervously, feeling the urge to bolt the moment he looked at the thing in the palm of his hand, he wanted to run, he knew he should run. He wanted to bolt so quickly that he felt sick to his stomach, but he remained firmly in place in the middle of his room. The house was empty, it had been empty for the past few months, ever since Caliphus had left him the small estate and traveled overseas so that he could meet up with several mages in a friendly gathering of like minds. He had done so with the intention that Vanir could certainly handle things on his own, he had spent the last full year being a dutiful apprentice after all, obeying and learning, doing his best to forget what had happened to him the one evening he had decided to strike out on his own. Not that he ever forgot, that night was embedded in his mind and nightmares.

It had taken him nearly two months before he had touched himself, he was terrified that she was going to return to him again, that she'd appear and suddenly he'd find himself being snagged and ensnared in her regard, helpless under her spell. His memories of that evening were so sharp, he could remember her scent, her taste, the way she had mocked and laughed at him, the burning need that had made him break down until a near sobbing wreck. He was barely able to look at his own shaft without cringing away slightly. It wasn't that he wasn't feeling the urge to masturbate often, it was that every time he did, he remembered the way his shaft had felt the day after the succubus had swallowed down every last drop of his energy in a greedy rush.

Caliphus had never spoken about it, the stag had kept his muzzle shut and pretended that nothing had happened, not even mentioned that he had been so abused. There hadn't ever been a lecture about controlling his body as well as his mind, he didn't need to have that lecture, he learned it. He studied the spells he was supposed to be working on, he did his best to improve what he was being taught, throwing every bit of his energies into actually learning what he knew he needed to learn. He was the model apprentice, his only side studies were those that were appropriate for him, things that he knew would be approved of. Except for one...

It had been a spell he had been given to practice when the drought had come and the fields had gone dry. It was designed to keep the water that did fall from draining away too quickly, instead, it would slowly seep into the earth so as to make sure the plants were given the best chance at being nourished. The spell had refueled a fire that he knew he should have let die. It would have been the wisest course for him to let it go, but it had been impossible, the very fact he had been beaten grated on his pride, the knowledge that she threatened to return only gave him more reason to learn and strengthen his knowledge of the spell. If he could keep her from draining him, he could have he for twelve hours as his slave instead of the other way around, he might even be able to rob her of the ability to really affect him, and instead turn every last little bit back on her so that he was the one gaining power.

"It'll serve her right.." The dappled pony lashed his tail, the sweeping movements bapped against his hips as he dropped down to sit cross legged on the floor. "And this time I won't have to deal with being spied on."

Just knowing that his master had seen had been horrifying to him. He hadn't wanted to acknowledge that he had had something so terrible happen to him, knowing that others had seen it had only made it more real. If he was going to deal with the succubus again he would do it on his own terms, he would make sure that there was no doubting his mastery of her. He would no longer worry that she might see him, that she might even try to invade his moments of privacy, he hoped for it. He hoped for it to the point that he was willing to bet on anything that he could bring her back to him with just a few small words and some energy to lure her back to him.

Stupid stupid... He thought to himself, his eyes fixated on the fat small candle set on the floor. I should stop here, I know I should, why am I even doing this?!

Tonight there was no containment circle, he didn't need one, she would just try to use her venom to keep him trapped as well, his best idea was to have room to run if he needed it. The last time had taught him things that he needed to know and planned on exploiting as best that he could this time around. He would make sure that her greatest powers were trapped and ensnared where he could get what he had wanted in the first place. He felt a nervous flutter in his stomach, he knew this was wrong, he should have learned his lesson from the start, but the knowledge that he had been abused and violated had left the seed of vengeance in him, he wanted to get back at her, he wanted to regain his stallionhood.

"And I will too.." He swallowed and looked at the candles, drawing in a steadying breath before reaching out and brushing his fingers right along a few of the flames.

He didn't need an intricate circle tonight, he didn't even need that much of a spell, everything that he had read said that succubus' left their marks on their victims so that they could be easily found in the future. If that was true, well she would find him and she would come to him when he started getting worked up. He only had to mimic his need for her, that lust would drive her on, call to her, make her want to sample him again and that's when he could strike his trap. His hands began to shake slightly as he reached out and brushed his hands right along the edges of the floor and slid his shirt free. It was now or never.

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Charl yawned slightly and stretched his body, sliding partially into the physical world with an arch of his back and a kiss of cool air rippling along his finely pebbled hide. The incubus could smell magic on the air, thick and sweet, alluringly filled with the warmth of youth and fear together that made him stir in his lust filled dreams. He didn't often awaken from them, but the taste of magic came sharply flavored with that of his sibling. How strange to taste the sweetness of her on the air and clinging to what felt like a young male, normally she fed quietly and retained little hold over those that she claimed. She was more careful than that, especially when she knew that he loved to pick up those she left behind, taste them and explore them, the near incestuous pleasure of claiming a creature she had already had.

"Please.. please... just one more time, one more.." The little grunting voice was caught in a high pitched whinny that brought the demon's ears up on his head while locking onto his prey.

The physical world was always so difficult to navigate, but this one made the little house shine brightly even to his incorporeal eyes. He didn't see the way mortal creatures did, he had little reason to. He didn't' need to drink water or eat real food, he survived on the lusts of those that called to him. His favored prey women who's husbands had gone to war, needy and aching to be touched, those were the bright spots that made reality and the world sharp enough for him to discern details, but what called him here was different. The high pitched begging voice came with a particularly weak male sense, he knew it was a little stallion, but the feel of that stallion wasn't masculine enough to make the incubus turn away for more favorable prey, instead... It was intriguing enough to bring him just to the edges of the window to look in.

The pony that was on the ground brought his ears up with interest. He was a dark dapple grey, the light specks that ran along the rump cheeks and the line of the back were fetching and showed off a hint of curviness that he was unused to seeing a male. The short form was bent forward slightly, hunched over with one hand wrapped round his shaft and pumping as the delicate muzzle was tilted forward. The dark mane was as rich and silky looking as anything he had ever seen on a mare, tumbling down along the long curved neck all the way to the shoulders. The tail similarly thick and ample, something that would have slipped easily through Charl's fingers if he were to reach out and touch it. Everything on the slight frame suggested a femininity that intrigued him, aroused him, despite the fact that the little hand was wrapped around a thick mottled shaft and was pumping away.

He nearly glowed with his siblings magic, it clung to him like a second skin, holding just enough sway that he knew his sister was draining the pony still. Oh not enough to harm him, but a constant stream that drew the energy from his body when he was aroused. He knew how his sister worked, how she enjoyed to leave her 'claws' in her victims so she could feed from many in small meals instead of constantly trying to catch them and risk herself. He just hadn't come across one of her victims in ages, she was good enough to keep him from finding them most of the time, but this one had fallen through the cracks. He was absolutely vulnerable and didn't know that he was sending out waves of magic laden sensations that had his tail slowly sliding back and forth behind him.

_Not a female, but why should I pass up a chance to show my sister she should be more careful with her toys? _ His lips curled backwards with a hint of his hooked fangs and made his move.

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Vanir was shaking, his breathing came in bursts and he dropped his hand away from his cock to lean forward. His entire body was bunched up and tense as he felt his need starting to grow along his lower belly. It was hard to think straight, his breathing came in short bursts, nostrils flared open wide as his cock twitched with the edge of white hot need. He had to struggle to keep himself down from going over the edge, the second time he'd done it this evening, his body pounding and beating in his ears as he leaned backwards and closed his eyes slightly. He did his best to keep himself from being too painfully on edge, but he was frustrated and angry at the lack of response. He didn't want to use the spell to call the succubus, he'd tried panting out for her, begging her to come, hinting that he had waited too long, he had spoken the edges of a spell and just started it enough to bring her attention back to him so he could catch her.

"She was lying..." He spoke aloud, his voice sounding shocked, even though he knew he shouldn't have been shocked.

His ears pinned flat to his head, angry enough that his face went red as he had so easily believed that she was watching him and would appear if he wasn't careful or if she felt like it. Months of fear, he had been nervous about everything for nothing. It had been at trick. He should have figured that out, demons always lied, that was the steady rule that one shouldn't believe what they told him. He had let his fear rule him, control him, a fear that his master had done his best to make sure that he continued to believe it so that he continued his studies. It made him snort with a short burst of noise as he reached down to cup beneath the swell of his cock, the light squeeze that ran along the very tip.

"It was all a lie." He snorted to himself, rubbing around his glans and shivering a bit in pleasure. "Mmph... yes..."

"Yes?" A masculine voice rumbled through the room, a low baritone sound that made him freeze with his hand wrapped around his cock. "Lies? Now, that is such a funny word for you to use, pony."

He jerked up with a little bit of a jump that made him swing around slightly, his hooves hitting the ground as the firelight flared brightly, the flames surging up to reveal a figure sitting at the table. Even with the brightness of the fire it was hard to see the figure settled there, so dark that it was nearly another shadow against the darkness, the shape of him looming above the fire as the body shifted. He had a glimpse of the shape, lean and canine looking before a low rumble burst out and sharp white teeth were suddenly revealed as a smile split the strange creatures muzzle as the fire flickered brighter and began to bring the strange shape into view. A dog, a dog with red curling horns that twisted down like a ram's horns curled behind a set of floppy heavy ears bobbed up and down lightly to eithers die of the head. The blocky expanse more like a mastiff than a hound with a squared muzzle and padded nose that caught the light with a glimmer.

The pony stumbled backwards as his cock drooped down and flopped right against the line of his balls as it lost the hardness in the shock of the animal watching him. The lean body was stretched out in a comfortable pose as the dog blinked green eyes that reminded him of the succubus, the glow of them casting along the large muzzle as the floppy ears pricked up. He was large, muscular, built like a trained fighter and entirely nude from the tip of his nose all the way down to his toes. The sheath resting out along his lower belly, bulging obscenely above a set of heavy balls as red tipped claws played and ran along the bare chest. He seemed amused, staring with his eyes lidding a little, obviously enjoying the panic rising in the back of Vanir's throat.

"Wh-what the hell are you doing here?!" He snapped out the question, his voice cracking as the dog's eyes widened a touch.

"Why, to see you, pony. You were begging quite sweetly, I can only assume that you miss my sibling, why should I not be the one to answer that need?" The voice was thick and heavy sounding, so deep that it sent a shiver down Vanir's spine, leaving him to step backwards again, nearly falling on his rump.

"Leave. I didn't summon you." He tried to sound firm, but his heart was racing with fear as he got a better look at the creature.

It was a dog-type, but there the canine shape was the same way the succubus had been shaped like a horse, it was vague and suggestive. He was too big, too tall, when the beast stood he towered at nearly nine feet tall with the horns jutting up several inches before they curled over the edge. The thick heavy muzzle was dangerous looking, filled with sharp terrifying fangs, but the body was the truly frightening part. Muscles were rippling and tight along the chest and legs, a long curling tail was twisting behind him as he stalked forward with deadly intent. He could have easily snapped him in half, there wouldn't have been any effort involved, the heavy clawed paws were large enough that they could have held his entire face with little effort. The heavy sheath wobbled back and forth heavily as the beast came in close enough that he could have reached out and grabbed him.

"Will you command me?" The dog growled low in his throat. "Will you use that magic I taste on you to send me away with my tail between my legs?"

"Leave in peace." Vanir stammered the words he used to dismiss elementals, but the dog let out an eruption of laughter that sounded like thunder snapping through the air.

"Only when I have my tribute. My sister must have loved you, I can still smell her.." The canine head jutted down and Vanir jerked all the way back, crashing against some pots that went clattering around his hooves. "Oh you reek of her, little pony. What is your name?"

_God.. not again. _ The pony's heart felt in his throat as he was forced back, the towering canine coming in close enough that he could see the red edgings along the horn tips, the harsh scent of male and dog.

"Give me yours!" He demanded in turn, fighting to keep whatever edge he could find with the beast.

His name, his name would strip him of power. No matter how he had been sucked beneath the demoness' hold he had never given her his name. It meant that an elemental or demon could control him, could strip him of the spells that were designed to keep him safe and take what they wanted from him. His name meant nothing to other creatures, mortals, it was just who he was, but every mage knew that they had to hold that name secret within a summoning. When magic was alive and shining they could use it to attack him, tear at him, destroy all that he was until he was left a shell of what he had once been. He refused to give them that, refused to allow himself to fall into that trap as he stood up to the beast and watched the long hot red tongue flicked out to lick thick joweled lips.

"I am Charl." The demon responded and reached out, the red tipped claws brushed the underside of his chin. "Who are you, pony?"

"V-vanir.." It was immediate response, he couldn't stop it, it just came out as the dog's claws curled along his throat. The beast had given his name.. why had he done that?

"Vanir." Charl purred his name, the edge of power making the small pony cry out as he felt it like flames on his hide. "Oh my little Vanir, I do not like males, they are so useless, you cannot breed with them, you do not have what interests me.."

"Th-then let me bring you a female you can enjoy." He offered recklessly, and the claws curled harder, cutting his words off.

"Let me finish." The beast warned, a hint of a growl lurking under his voice. "I do not like males, but you are not a male, are you?"

"WHAT?!" The stallion squealed and jerked, he didn't care that the claws raked him, he was made to hold still as the demon used his other hand to grab at the curved dappled ass cheek.

"You are so soft, so sweet, a bit of sugar on my tongue. How can you even claim to be a stallion when you barely possess the equipment needed?" The broad heavy paw moved down and pressed against his sheath, his cock nearly all the way hidden. "You might as well have a ripe set of lips here."

"I'm a stallion!" Vanir's voice went up, a squeal of outrage as he dug his hooves down. "Let me go! I'll prove it!"

"Prove it? Why would I care about your proof when I can test your body myself?" Charl responded and the padded finger tips curled to either side and rubbed.

Vanir felt the touch rubbing downwards, so hot that it was nearly burning him as he struggled. His body was entirely outmatched against the creature holding him. There was no chance that he was going to be able to get free and battle his way to victory while the animal was gripping him, but that didn't meant that he was completely helpless. He had magic, he had the demons name! He did his best to ignore the fact that he was being manhandled, the claws that danced down and spread right beneath his balls and curled. He swallowed down his disgust, and instead threw out the protection spells that he knew would hold the demon enthralled, push him back, a protective ring and bubble that spread over the pony's body and was supposed to make sure he could not be touched by magic or by flesh.

The pony felt the way the hands were moving, the sudden grip on the back of his neck forced him to stumble away from the pots and pans, sending them scattering around his hooves as he was thrown towards the ground with a short high pitched squeal of shock, his eyes opening wide as the dog rumbled a low eager noise in his throat and a large foot paw was pushed out and forced down on his stomach to hold him in place. He stared up at the monstrous beast, the spell nearly fell away as the fire illuminated the dark body that was regarding him and the paw that reached down towards the low hanging sheath, the way that it was sagging making him terrified to see what was hiding inside of the sheer size of the thing. The very tip just poking out in a violet crimson expanse of slimy flesh that had the dartmoor struggling to seal the spell around himself, the tight bubble to cast away the creature his lusts had brought to him.

"CHARL!!" He used the name, his voice sounded higher pitched than it should have been, but it at least got out and was flung towards the creature, trying to throw up the shield to force the paw from his stomach.

"Vanir.." The dog purred his name, making Vanir shrink backwards as the paw remained firmly in place on his stomach. "Do you think me so foolish as to offer you a name to control me with?"

"I.." He started to stammer and then swallowed a noise as the toes curled on his stomach and the hand reached down to push more of the canine flesh free from the sheath.

"You can call me Charl should you wish to, but you should learn a new name for me." Charl moved his paw from Vanir's stomach, the hand reaching down to grab his thick heavy forelock. "Master, you should learn to call me master."

He was jerked upwards, his body nearly crashing against the legs as he was dragged forward, his spell falling away without even nearing the demon that held him in sway. The large head was aimed down at him as his soft dark muzzle was forced forward to push right against the side of the dark velvety sheath. He tried to shove his muzzle to the other side to get it away, but it was nestled in closer, rubbing lightly as the thick inches began to slide free of the leathery lipped opening and pushed higher in the air. It was slimy and smooth looking, not at all like an equine shaft, the tip tapered down to a narrow point that had a bubble of precum welling up from the tip to drool down over the edge as he struggled to pull back. The hand on his head dragged him forward, his thick soft lips brushing against the base of the sheath, just above the balls, bringing with it the harsh male scent and, strangely, the same cinnamon smell that had clung to the succubus.

The force of the hold kept him in place, his nose soon pushed against the base of the cock as a thick dribble of precum fell down against him. He gave another jerk back, but the claws dug in hard enough to force him to hold still as the thick drool of precum ran down from the tip of the cock and spilled out right along the rise of his nose before he could stop it. It was hot and sticky feeling, spreading over his senses with the thick male scent and shocked him with a flush of heat that ran down the line of his spine. It was immediate and striking, his entire body went limp against the canine that held him with his lips pressed near the base of the shaft. It wasn't just heat and warmth that hit him, it was lust, need, desire that rippled through him as surely as it had when the demoness had captured him, but Charl's hold was far more firm.

"Open your mouth, pony, use your tongue to greet me." Charl rumbled out, the pony's head tilted up as the other paw reached under his chin,

"Please.. I don't want to." Vanir's voice came out in a shrill whimper, a begging tone that he couldn't stop while his lips were nestled near the tip of the cock. It was making him think in a muddled thoughts, his mind going too fast for its own good.

"Open your mouth, Vanir." His name rang in the pony's ears and he opened his mouth, he only felt a vague twinge of fear as he did so.

His soft thick lips spread open right against the cock tip as it drooled precum directly into his maw and a rush of heat that ran down along the line of his throat in an eruption that made him let out a low noise in his throat. It tasted almost sweet and salty both, clinging to his senses before he flicked his tongue and licked out without thinking about it. He couldn't' stop himself, he slathered his tongue out with a smooth stroke that scooped right along the slender tip and pushed upwards as the dog pulled his head in close. He didn't want to do this, his mind was screaming for him to stop, but he lavished his tongue with a drag upwards before his muzzle was yanked forward and the cock tip was pushed forward right into his maw before he could stop it. He immediately jerked back, but the fingers dug in tightly against the nape of his neck while the hard heavy cock pushed into his maw before he could stop it.

No! Wait... He thought, his eyes bulging with a flash of white around the edges with humiliation as the shaft began to wedge into his maw with a short powerful movement that sent it shoving over his tongue.

His maw was filled with glassy smooth dog cock, being stuffed open wide until he was almost choking around it, his entire body seizing up in reaction while he jerked his head to one side. It didn't matter, the demon was driving forward and forcing the length into his maw before he could stop it and his jaws were spread open too wide. He jerked and struggled, throwing his weight back, but the grip on his neck remained tight and brutal, refusing to give him any space to get away as he was filled with the heavy slippery girth rubbing through him. He was nearly choking on it as the shaft jabbed right into the back of his throat and made him cough and contract his muzzle round it. Hot strands of precum were flung into his muzzle and where it landed it felt like hot fire pouring through him.

It was tightening his chest, his body growing to a heat that was so terribly familiar, but there was nothing he could do to escape it as he swallowed and tightened his muzzle around it as it drove forward with a grind and thrust. The base was thicker, rubbing up against the line of his muzzle and shoving forward to grind against them, pushing them forward as he tried to squirm away from him. The grip of the hands moved up to his ears and held his head still while the jerk and thrust forward with an arch of the back as the cock tip jabbed towards the back of his throat. He struggled to get himself to the point that he could bite down, he was screaming to find a way to break free, but the very idea of biting that part of another male's anatomy...

His own loins ached in sympathy at the idea, he couldn't bring himself to do it, even as the shaft worked through him with another jerk back and then plunge forward that pushed saliva out. He was swallowing around it, his tongue pushed up under the length of it as his breathing came out in short bursts, he couldn't stop himself from working the shaft. It rubbed over him, sliding along the line of his mouth and over the ridges on the roof and then back again. His own wet saliva smeared over the edges, wetting his cheeks as the dog gave another push forward, growling in appreciation as his maw tightened and the thick bulb at the base began to shove forward, wedging in deeper and pushing against his lips.

"You have quite a nice little mouth on you, boy, did my sister have you suckle on her tail?" Charl rumbled and Vanir's eyes snapped open as the next thrust drove the knot harder against his lips.

Vanir let out a short noise, squirming backwards slightly as the knot shoved right up against his lips to the point they began to be forced open around the edges of the heavy base. It was too large, too thick, big enough that it was battering against him without remorse as he struggled to pull his head back against the gripping hands. The next thrust came with a rough tug to his head, his maw gaping open wide enough to make his jaws ache as the swell of the base started to push just along his teeth before a draw backwards. The tip ran along his tongue lightly, teasing in the backwards stroke so that he was able to gasp in a breath. His chest rose and fell, shivering slightly as he swallowed once more and then he was being force fed the length again.

The powerful thrust ended with the swelling base shoving up against his lips, the bruising force pried his jaws open wider and wider, the pony struggling against it as a hot slathering of precum coated his tongue. He tried to get rid of it, but only managed to drool it out along the line of his chin before the cock began to drive back into his throat harder. It was overly stuffing his mouth, forcing his jaws to gape and stretch wider. His jaw popped a little bit as the dog snarled out and gave a rough thrust forward and suddenly the cock tip was hammering into the back of his throat, choking him briefly, his entire maw clamping down tightly around the length and squeezing. He tried to push it back out, his throat convulsing and working in powerful shifts, but it only drove in deeper, forcing his jaws to remain held open impossibly wide before the jerk back.

The knot popped free with a wet noise, his nostrils flaring with a deep breath as he was given only a moment of relief before the demon forced his head down again. He was swallowing and force fed the length that pushed towards his throat and the base that was spreading him open wider and wider. The steady squeeze impaling him until the knot pushed past his lips and teeth, making him jerk backwards, pulling and tugging around the swell of the cock before it popped out again with a wet noise. The wet ooze running through his senses as his breathing came in short bursts, shuddering and gasping before the dog started to drive forward again. There was no time to brace himself or have any hope of a plan as the thrusts began to move in short jerks and twitches that drove forward.

He was force fed the knot over and over again, each time it pushed into his maw so that he was starting to struggle to swallow and pulled. His breathing came out in a hot rush while his jaw ached. Each thrusts forward and pull back became harder, the base was swelling as his ears were grabbed harder and his soft thick muzzle was pushed down towards the line of the lower belly. He tucked his tail down, groaning out with a rough noise, he couldn't quite keep from escaping him before the knot sank forward and caught right beyond his teeth. The too thick flesh swelled wider and throbbed, letting him feel the throbbing beat of the length that began to twitch and spit out jerks of precum. The pony's mouth was pushed right up against the base of the sheath, his chins pushed right up against the swell of the balls. He jerked backwards again, trying to free the base from his maw, but it refused to move, his mouth couldn't open wide enough.

"Ready for your prize?" Charl panted above him, the incubus letting out short noises as Vanir felt he orbs starting to pull upwards, his chin pressed down firmly over them to feel the little twitches.

It didn't matter if he was ready or not, the demon drove forward with a powerful lunge that sent the cock tip further down into his throat while he struggled to pull back again. He pulled at the knot, but it didn't budge, it was caught against his teeth and lips and splaying his jaws to the point he was half afraid they were going to break. He choked and snorted, as the tip rubbed deeper, teasing and throbbing before the first hot rush of seed fired off into his maw while he was still trying to get free. There was no hope for it, instead he was being steadily flooded with the hot rich seed pouring down his throat and making him swallow it all down. Rope after rope of it, covering his senses until he couldn't think any longer, he could just hold onto the dog's hips and tried to get himself away from the demonic creature holding him. His only reward was another thick rush of the seed, some of it spilling out from the background, oozing along edges of his lips and dribbling down.

"Poor sod, you let the knot go right in, didn't you?" Charl rumbled, his voice a bit strained as the pony jerked his head backwards again, the short movement only making the cock twitch harder in his maw.

"NNNFFFF!" Vanir tried to work around the heavy cock lodged in his throat, the knot keeping his jaws spread open wide. It hurt, it ached as he felt a strain running along high up against his cheeks, making it hard to find any room for adjustment.

"Oh little pony, do that again." The dog shivered and rocked forwards, a hot squelch of seed erupting into his throat again, coating deep. "I do think that this is a perfect look for you, as if you were bred and made to have your mouth locked around my knot."

"MMNNF!" He pinned his ears back, pinning his ears flat to his head and jerking only to feel the cock twitching out again in a hot eruption of seed flowing down the back of his throat.

"Of course I think that you still need some work... perhaps some decoration is called for." The demon's teeth bared in a smile, something that made his throat twist up, his stomach tighten. He whimpered, the sound breathy and frightened, but the incubus growled and pumped out another hot stream of seed into his maw.

Vanir didn't get a chance to do more than squirm before the hands reached down, the large body looming above him as the stomach was pushed down over his head as hands reached and grabbed his ankles and yanked them upwards. For a moment, his body was lifted from the ground and pushed to one side, the dog moving beside him easily as the cock twisted slightly at the base in a natural movement that was supposed to shift after tying a bitch, but all the cock was shoved into was his muzzle. He was put to the ground, the weight dropping over him as the legs pushed down with knees shoved against his shoulders, his eyes staring right at the heaving balls and between the legs while another hot stream of cum ran through him. It was hot and harsh tasting, making his breath puff out and blast beneath the orbs as he felt the dog's hands on his legs, the beast standing on hands and knees above his prone body.

"Oh my, look at these, almost like a wee stallion." The dog growled and curled the fingers up to brush along his balls, it made him squirm and twist, shuddering a little bit in place before the fingers ran a bit higher up again.

_I am a stallion! _ He screamed in his own mind as the fingers caressed lightly, running a thumb right between the thick drooping balls.

"But let us make things interesting, shall we? Especially since you are so terribly tied up at the moment." The hips dropped and the sheath stuffed against the pony's muzzle, grinding as the cock nearly gagged him when the tip pushed back into his throat. "We can't have you thinking you really are a stallion, that isn't a privilege for you."

The fingers moved upwards and suddenly caught right against the opening of his sheath, giving a little tug that made him muffle a squeal of shock. He swallowed and suckled, the slimy cock dragged over his tongue while the touch grabbed him and gave a few pulls down that disgorged the tip of his cock. The dog wasn't rough or brutal, that was the disturbing part, the fingers were gentle as they curled down and rubbed right along his blunt glans. His body tensed up, arching a little and squirming as the touch made his cock push outwards, swelling slightly as it began to droop from the pouch and into the palm of the hand. It was pushing outwards as he jerked and tried to stop himself, but the cock was lightly running along the edges as he gulped down around the cock again.

He was horrified to feel himself starting to swell open wider and wider, the weight swelling and drooping while the dog's other hand reached down to give a tug right against his balls. The squeeze dug the fingers down, the touch familiar, almost like the mare that he had been forced to pleasure over and over again. His breathing came out in leaps, catching in his throat as the cock quivered and throbbing eagerly, constantly dribbling cum out as his cock was tugged halfway free of his sheath and pulled down towards his balls. The firm drag and tug making him writhe slightly, his ears going back down against his head while the dog kept taunting him, pinching lightly against the edge of his glans, giving a firm tug and squeeze to make him whimper out in reaction.

"This won't do... let's give you something to keep you from getting bold ideas, shall we?" Charl rumbled and shifted his hips a little, reaching out with a hand.

The hips moved higher up, the knot tugged against his lips and teeth, pulling roughly outwards and making his jaw ache. He felt the tip of his glans being pinched roughly, the flat edge being tugged outwards as the knot pulled back and free of his mouth wet an obscenely wet noise. Saliva and cum splattered his dark muzzle messily as he cried out, coughing and jerking his head away, but the skin was suddenly pinched hard enough to make him squeal out in a shrill filly like call, his eyes snapping open wide as cum drooled down over his nose and chin, falling towards his neck, but the stallion's knee pushed against his chest to keep him in place, the violet-red cock bobbing under him to leave a trail against his dappled chest, darkening it in patches.

"What are you doing?" He rasped out, jerking his head up a wild look to see something glowing red and hanging from the demon's pinky finger.

A ring of some sort and then he felt the nail curl right along the edge of his cock and a spike of pain poured over him. He shrieked out, his loud cry erupting out wildly as he struggled to get up as it felt like a moment of pure burning pain coating over him and sucking him down. He couldn't get out from under the stallion as the knee dug against him and he felt his cock throbbing in pain before something smooth and hard slipped against his glans. It was weighted and heavy, sliding into the pierced hole the claw had created as he tried to kick free. His hooves clattered uselessly against the ground, there was no escape as he gasped out in short bursts as he looked up with wide white ringed eyes. The stallion was hooking the red glowing ring at the tip of his cock, locking it into place, the wide spread hole sealed and healed cleanly, as if the claw had pierced and cauterized him all at once.

"I'm making sure that I'm not distracted by your pitiful attempts to act like a stallion." Charl responded and moved his fingers down to catch the edges of the sheath and gave a bit of a tug to pull it outwards.

He squirmed and writhed in place at the feel of it, his cock tip was burning and throbbing with the ache that was making his stomach start to churn while the dog's fingers pulled firmly against the sheath. It was tugged out, the loose flesh stretched and pinched between the fingers as Charl lifted one hand and produced something out of thin air. It glow bright red, pulsing as if it had been drawn from the heart of a forge. Another ring appeared, but this one had a chain hanging down and coiling along the demon's fingers as the claw tip curled right against a point just inside of his vulnerable sheath. He knew what it meant, the stallion let out a noise, a high pitched whimper, drawing his hips back as the claw dug down against the thin piece of skin.

Vanir's body jerked, he let out a short cry, his ears snapping down as there was a burst of burning pain and pressure both as the claw sank through and home. There was a moment where he could almost feel his skin being cauterized and sealed even with the sharp spike as it sank all the way through to the other side. The young stallion wasn't given any chance to brace himself or do anything except to feel that sharp pain and pressure that ran through him as the ring was pushed through with a smooth slide that pulled all the way through to the other side. The ring was thick and heavy, hanging down while he let out a breathy noise of frantic fear, not feeling the white hot metal save for a warmth flushing over him as the dog picked up the glowing chain.

"Shh you're trembling, dear, what's wrong?" The demon's voice were mockingly warm as the chain was drawn up towards the swell of his bulbous cock. "Perhaps you just need to relax..."

Vanir opened his jaws, he tried to say something, he struggled to make a noise, but then the chain was drawn up and drawn through the ring hanging from his half dropped cock. The sudden touch of metal on metal made him jerk upwards, the jolt hitting him so hard that it nearly stole his breath away as fire poured over his body. It wasn't painful, it was arousing, it was swelling his skin tight and making his blood storm through his veins in a wild rush. His heart fluttering against his chest, nearly making him forget how to swallow as the dog's knee lifted from his chest and his cock drooped lower in response to the magic clinging to him. He could taste that magic, it was cloying on his tongue, sugar sweet and clinging to him as his shaft tried to surge free.

He was having trouble breathing, his entire body seized up as his girth tried to surge forward, tugging and straining against the length of the chain as it tried to drop all the way free. The new piercings were tugged tight, dragging downwards as his breathing came in short heavy bursts, his heart rising up while the dog turned around over him and rumbled, the paws sliding down to run along his shoulders. The touch sparked him, making him shudder, he couldn't stop himself, the light pads running along his neck made him squirm and arch into the touches. It felt like when the mare had touched him, the light strokes that roused him to fever pitch until he let out a pained noise as the rings drew tight enough to hurt.

"Hello, little mare..." Charl's voice drew Vanir's wild eyes up at him, the dog leaning down.

"Why?" He asked, his voice breathy, shaking and fearful as he felt his cock straining and drawing up short, the ache throbbing along his loins.

"Because I have no interest in that pitiful thing you try to call a cock, my dear." The fingers ran up to his cheeks and the dog leaned down. "And every intention of seeing if you can swell with my pups."

"Wh..what?" he gasped out and felt the heavy cock resting against his belly, resting with the balls pushing up deliberately against his own, it was so wrong.. so horribly wrong.

"You heard me, don't pretend you don't... " The dog extended a thick tongue to brush against his lips. "Your muzzle is a mess, little filly."

"Not.. not a filly!" He protested, his words slurred s the tongue shoved forward and the hands pushed his rising arms down against the ground.

It was everything he had wanted in a partner, his body hot and aroused and pinned beneath warm weight, the sliding of a slick tongue gliding along his own with an intimate caress that curled against him. The way he felt his body surging in reaction, struggling to grow hard as the invasive kiss was gentle and searching. It wasn't a female body on him, there were no breasts, only hard unyielding chest against his own as he was far too aware of the furred balls pushed against his own, his bound cock trying to grind beside the slimy one that was pushing against him roughly. He choked out a noise, struggling to get free, only to have the tongue surge past his own and fill his muzzle in a way that terrified him.

Hot slippery saliva ran over his jaws and pushed deeper as he was force fed a tongue that was far too large and long to be normal . he muffled a noise and shoved up against the arms that held his own down, trying to escape the curl that flicked in deep and forced him to swallow around the length. It tasted like sugar and candy, something sweet and wrong all at once, the syrupy saliva even sweet tasting, but it covered a bitterness that was cloying and frightening all at once. The sharp fangs pricked his soft thick lips, dragging against them while the obscenely long tongue pushed it's way into his throat so that he was almost coughing around it. His eyes snapped wide and he pushed up, kicking against one of the legs as the dog rumbled a low growl and gave his hips a deliberate thrust forward. The cock tip caught against his own shaft, dragging against it in a sensation that sent a shudder shaking down the length of his back.

His fists balled up tightly and he let out a noise that wasn't entirely pain and protest as the tongue lavished strokes and explored his muzzle. It dipped and curled, darting and twisting, finding new places to caress and run backwards again with a light stroke that had him breathing in short noises, squirming in place. His own tongue was flicking out, he didn't know why, he moved it, running along the demon's as he felt half drugged, his mind slowing to the pulse of his body as the dog rocked against him. The cock was so large feeling against his stomach, the tip leaving wet slathers against him, coating against his body as the tongue pushed in deeper and the kiss grew more intense.

His cheeks burned hot, the dapples standing out in dark patches against the lighter grey as the tongue drove in deep enough that he was almost deep throating it, the thickness of the base spreading his muzzle wide. The fingers loosened along his wrists and moved down, running against his feverish body, causing him to shudder as small goose bumps rose up over him. The hot breath from the dog washed against his muzzle as the hands reached down and rubbed along his hips, it felt wrong, it felt... it felt like things were happening that shouldn't have been happening, sensations being flared over him and beating along his ears so it was impossible to make his mind think straight while the hips drew backwards along him and then a thrust forward that rocked him against the ground.

He squealed out, the sound rising from his lips without a thought, his tongue twisted around the demons as he felt precum drooling heavily from his own trapped cock. It was straining the chain tight, trying to push out further, but even though it couldn't, his body was distracted by the sheer presence of the dominating dog. He felt the hands rubbing his hips, the feel sliding just enough that he let out a moan, the pony couldn't stop it, it was horrifying and embarrassing, but it still happened as he felt the fingers curling down to each ass cheek and pulled him upwards, his legs being forced apart by the lean body pressing against him. He belatedly tried to close his legs again, jerking them back, but the dog only growled a low thrumming sound against his muzzle. It went down his spine as he squirmed and arched, pulling his head back.

The tongue dragged out of his muzzle slowly, the wetness clinging to his lips, his mind feeling dizzy and weighed down as the demon licked over his muzzle. It was hard to think straight, he was feeling dull and slow as the paws on his ass shifted slightly. He felt them palming against the dappled cheeks and kneading, the cock rubbing against his own and sliding through his own precum. He was making a mess, it was a constant dribble that was running down the length of his sheath and down along his balls, but he didn't care. He couldn't stop the mess and he didn't want to, what he wanted was for the touch to continue on, he needed to feel the grip on him, the hold that was sliding up to the length of his tail. His breathing was too fast, he could hear it, the little gasps that sounded more and more mare like.

"On your belly, little filly.." Charl growled out the command, the feel of it making the pony shrink back slightly. He didn't want this, he didn't want it..

I'm not a filly.. He meant to say it aloud, but his lips refused to make the words as the dog lifted himself up, propping himself up on the tips of his toes and hands dropped to the ground beside Vanir's hips.

He stared down the length of the dark sleek furred chest and belly, watching the dark length that was hanging down along the lower belly. He wanted to say something to argue, but it didn't come out as he froze up and shuddered as the dog shifted his hips and deliberately rocked his hips enough that the cock was bouncing and swinging up and down lightly along the lower belly. It was terrifying large looking, and he knew he should have felt disgust seeing another male above him in that way, but terror didn't enter into it. His mind was caught in a rush of need that was burning through his veins in a rush, it was hard to think, he tried to remember why this was a bad idea, why he shouldn't do this, but all he could think about was the command. He knew what it meant, he wasn't gay, he had no interest in other males, he wanted nothing to do with this one! Logically he knew that, but his body was not being commanded by logic, it was being commanded by the beat and throb of his heart, his cock drooling precum as it strained against the piercings.

"Vanir, on your belly." Came the command again, a deep thrum ran over the pony as he rolled over, his body obeying before he could stop himself, twisting his hips slightly so that the curve of his ass flashed up towards the male looming above him.

His chest was pushed against the ground as a hand reached out and pressed between his shoulders, keeping him pressed down with his ass being drawn up. The movement shifted his heavy cock back and forth, the little movements making it tug roughly against the chain as his tip drooped down as far as it could go. The precum leaked from him messily, the wet dribbles spilling in wet rivulets towards the ground as he felt the weight pushing along his back, the paw rubbing along his chest. Everything about the position was wrong for him, his eyes showing an edge of what as the heavy slimy cock pushed up and suddenly nestled right beneath his tail, seeking out the tight bud of his pucker. He tried to snap his tail down, struggling to hide himself, but the demon only let out a low growl along his neck, the breath hot and steaming as the tip shoved up harder and started to push forward. His hips were pushed up higher in the air, his hooves moving up, presenting himself as eagerly as a mare in deep heat.

The force of it nestled right against the narrow opening, smearing wetness against him, his precum had spilled down along his balls, some even coating there as sharp white teeth snapped against the back of his neck. He shook his head, his nostrils spreading wide before the cock tip started to shove up harder, suddenly pressing forward with a powerful rock that nestled the tip just into his body. He felt it, that strange slimy girth, the wet dribble of precum that bubbled up from the tip and squelched into his body with the forceful thrust forward that began to sink into his body. His walls stretching as he called out, it wasn't a scream or squeal, it was a shrill feminine sound that burst free as the taut anal ring was forced to hug around the first few inches sinking forward. The light nip of sharp white teeth struck against the nape of his neck before the next arch of the stomach sank the inches into his body, stretching him until he was writhing and trying to drop his hips down against the ground as far as he could go.

"Ah ah... easy little filly. Tight fit." Charl praised and squirted out a hot wet feel of precum into his body, the next thrust making the pony cry out as his body ached with the stretching walls molding around the shaft.

He was reacting, he didn't want too, his cock was straining and surging, swelling obscenely and caught up with the piercings that were dragging against his glans and his sheath. The steady shove forward impaled him even more, stroking through his body in a way that made his cock flex up against his belly, trying to push all the way free. It hurt, it was burning pain building up by the moment and there was nothing he could do to stop it before the demon drove forward with a powerful thrust of the muscled hips. His ass was splayed open, stretched wide and gaping to hold around the length as the interior walls caressed and tensed down, he could feel himself clutching and squeezing, feeling the tip exploring deeper into his bowels. The wet drooling mess coating in deeper, smearing through him while he balled his fingers up tightly, his breathing rasping out loudly. He could hear it, those heavy hot breaths that caught in his throat in between whimpers as another heavy inch stuffed itself into him.

His anal ring was stretched open wide, gaping and struggling to hold the sheer size that was splaying him and thinning down the taut sleek walls. The next contraction squeezed down tightly, muscles closing down and pulling along the length before the paws shoved his shoulders forward and held him there, keeping his body braced as the next thrust sank the thickest portions into his body with a slow wet noise. His body seizing up slightly in reaction, stomach twisting as he shuddered, it wasn't just pain and humiliation, it was pleasure, it was flowing over him mockingly to make him twist and arch his belly upwards. The wetness from his cock drooled down his upper belly and chest as the next thrust forward drove the base right up against the thick violated anal ring. Wetness squelched out over the edges while he felt the swell of the tip gliding and probing, jabbing as if he were a mare in truth.

"That's right.. Nice little pony...Good mare.. " The praise mocked him as the demon gave a driving buck, the movement causing him to squeal out in shock as the knot battered up against him roughly.

"Not... a mare..." He got the words panted out, rasping and then turning into another squeal as the hips ground forward, pinning the knot right against his lewdly stretched opening.

One of the canine's paws moved up beneath his belly, he felt the fingers flexing and spreading out, dancing over the edges in a light stroke that made him suck down a breath before letting out a shrill noise again. His fingers were pushed forward along the line of the ground, his entire body throbbing and beating wildly, his cheeks red and hot, burning along his cheeks and the dapples. The draw backwards slipped out with a wet noise, the glassy smooth shaft tugging through his anal passage with a firm tug, the tip nearly pulling all the way out. He was left empty, his walls closing around nothing at all, clenching before the dog's body lunged forward again and drove home. His walls forced wide open again, molding around the girth while letting out a pained noise. His cock tried to surge out, the pressure and pain growing so that his head was nearly pushed against the ground while the knot drove home with a rough grind that forced the anal ring in on itself.

It was too big, it was too strange, his body was beating in a hot wave coursing over him as the knot dug and Charl gave a few driving thrusts, jabbing and trying to dig inwards, prying and attempting to tear past the tight ring. He could feel the ache and burn, his ears falling back against his head while he spread his legs open wider and the belly arched upwards with a near violent drive. The cock sank inwards, his ring forced to swallow up higher along the bulge, too much, it was too much, his muscles contracted and pushed backwards before the drag of the cock pulled backwards. It nearly jerked all the way out before the thrust and drive sent the balls slapping up against his own, the knot drilling inwards, filling and bulging his passage as he jerked his head upwards. The dog's sharp teeth clamped down against the nape of his neck as the obscenely large base sank its way home inside of him.

Vanir's eyes bulged wide with shock as the swell sank home with a popping noise, his entire body strained tight around something far too big, his anal ring stretched open wide and gaping before the jerk back pulled the knot free. The wet popping sound was obscenely loud as he felt wetness spilling from his violated pucker, and the dog only drew back an inch before cramming the base home again. His entire body was being thrown forward as every last inch of swollen canine meat was filling him, his aching throbbing cock making him want to scream in frustration as the knot drove in and then yanked back out again. His taut pucker being spread open again, the thickness of the knot sending shocks of pleasure and pain both through him. He had no way to escape, he didn't want to escape, his mind was being pushed down and under the urges, he couldn't think straight. Nothing was working, his mind was thinking only at the feel of the stretching knot sinking home over and over again.

The draw out grew harder, his pucker dragging out tight as he yelped and cried wildly, back arching higher up in the air, throwing his weight up before the next thrust forward impaled him. The sudden spearing movement made him tip his head back, ears going flat with a low throated squeal of pleasure and pain both as the base began to swell and grow. It bulged and flared wider and wider, prying the inner walls open to the point that it felt like he was about to be torn in two. It was too much, far too much, gaping and prying him apart, making his back arch as the cock began to twitch inside of him. The sleek smooth length rubbed through him while he jerked his hips forward, tugging against the swollen knot, only to feel the dog surging forward. The heavy swollen balls clapped up against his own, teasing along the edges before he shrilled out wildly, body seizing up in pain and pleasure both as the shaft began to throb and twitch.

The first stream of cum surged into his body, ribbons pouring out of him, searing hotly while his inner walls squeezed down tightly and gave a clutching caress. The powerful muscles molding entirely around the shaft, feeling every warm pulse that filled it out and kept him locked in place. The hot demonic semen was flooding so deep, he could feel the warm wetness spreading along his lower belly, pushing deeper as his cock twitched and pulsed uselessly along his lower belly. It was wet and smearing down, rivulets of his precum a constant and steady fall as he writhed and tried to get away. Every jerk, every twitch of his hips forward only drove home how stuck he was as the swollen base sealed him shut. The seed had no where else to go, but to push deep inside and coating the inner passage, the thick wetness making him feel dirty and used, the reek of hot male scent was filling his nose as he shuddered and shook.

"What's wrong, little filly?" Charl released his neck with a rumbling question, a hand reaching down so that the finger tips ran right along his drooping cock, teasing over the glans to make him cry out.

"STOP!" He yelped, it hurt, it was throbbing and aching painfully trying to push out into the hand, his body aching with fire and need denied to him.

"What's wrong? Don't you enjoy being my newest broodmare?" The hips rocked and dragged backwards, tugging on the knot slightly to bulge the aching pucker, the fingers squeezed around the cock tip firmly enough to make him shudder.

"I'm.... I'm notta mare!" He protested and felt another hot drool of rich cum pouring into his ass, coating him in a spill that was leaking ever deeper. He felt the balls heaving and twitching against his own, the movements bumping against him, giving him a moments warning before the next wave of seed.

"Oh you are, you are just still learning how to play the part..." Charl let out a deep rumbling purr and ran a claw right around the tip of the pony's cock, he felt the tip just lightly probing into the entrance. "Perhaps you didn't play perfectly tonight, but then again there is tomorrow and the next day... and the next."

_Tomorrow? _ He felt a surge of fear, even as the hips gave a firm rolling press, teasing through him with the long thick shaft, rubbing, making his body swallow a shuddering breath.