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Aurora's dextrous fingers held the quill steadily as it danced across the surface of the fine, smooth parchment. The hyena was careful and deliberate as he inscribed a letter to his friend and rival, the stallion known as Thurin. "Dearest Thurin," he began, placing the slightest emphasis on the word dearest. "A shadow looms at our doorsteps, a secret dark and dangerous. Let us meet up this evening, to discuss our alliance and how best we might navigate passage through such treacherous situations. I would hate to find such devastating information ending up in the wrong hands. My abode, as the sun sets. Do not be late."

The hyena smiled as he looked over the subtle threat, his fangs gleaming in the mid-day sun. He carefully folded the parchment into thirds, folding it and holding it over the smoke of a burning pell-candle, sealing it from notice by any except its intended target. Sealed, and waxed, he handed it to a passing courier along with a coin, and watched as the letter began its journey towards the horse.

"Fool," the striped hyena chuckled under his breath, before turning back into his room. He had some preparations to make before his guest would arrive this evening. The hyena had been practicing the shadow arts, learning and demonstrating ever more powerful rituals, and now he was ready to make his move. His family would rise in power, starting with the subduing of Thurin; with the stallion as an ally - unwilling or not - Aurora and his kin would have control over the entire east side of the river. Politically, they would be essential for any significant trade happening in the area.

Aurora's shadow room brimmed with dark energy. Sunlight ended at the open window, unwilling to enter into the magickal field that Aurora had been cultivating for months. The hyena slunk through the room, past tall, metallic ovals, mirrors that had been polished to an iridescent shine. Silver and bronze alternated, forming an overlapping circle that pointed towards one place in the center of the room, a circle gouged carefully into the wooden floor. Aurora's pale gray chest and belly fur gave him the appearance of a ghost, and his crimson mane blended into the darkness that remained concentrated so deeply here in the center of the room. He could feel the power, tingling power, waiting for him to tap into it - but he wasn't ready for that, not yet.

Instead, he lit the candles. There were eight of them, each in a cardinal direction, and each a different color, imbued with a different incense. They sputtered, fragrant smoke spilling up into the air. The mirrors sparkled with the dancing flames, little beads of yellow and white and blue light that faded into the haze of the growing smoke, until they were lost in the fog. The trap was set, now. Thurin would be locked into place before he even realized that treachery was afoot. Aurora rubbed his paws together, delighted and excited with his cleverness.

Sometime later, as the sun was sliding out of view behind the mountains, Aurora heard the heavy clops of a horse's hooves on his front porch. The hyena had adorned his finest Lord's regalia, the purple and silver stitchings setting off the young nobleman's brilliant red plumage. He invited his guest into his home, smiling discreetly at the way the stallion's nostrils were already trembling with an itch from the thick and heady smoke of the hyena's incense.

"Welcome, Lord Thurin," Aurora intoned, his voice practically a purr, as the tall, regal steed stepped into his main room. "I am so pleased you could join me, and on such short notice."

Aurora's eyes gleamed, normally a light brown but now glowing with a golden sheen. The stallion should have been alarmed by the predatorial grin that Aurora couldn't quite suppress, but the equine's mind was on other things.

"Aurora," the stallion said. He held up the letter he had received, the paper torn in half and since glued back together. "What is the meaning of this? What dark secret are you referring to? You know that my life is above reproach, that I am the epitome of forthright valor and honesty."

"Yes, yes, of course you are," Aurora said, licking his lips excitedly. "I'll explain everything, over tea... come, come this way and let me get you settled." He gently guided the stallion into the mirror room, the frowning stallion waving the paper around distractedly as he allowed himself to be led.

"Is this your secret, then, Aurora? What trouble have you gotten into, now? You know that you will be stripped of your post if you have done something unseemly," the horse probed, blunt as ever, stepping into the darkened room as Aurora guided him discreetly between the bronze and silver mirrors.

"It's not my secret, it's yours," Aurora said. "Something terrible that you won't want anyone to know about. You will just have to trust me, your humble, innocent friend, Aurora."

Thurin rolled his eyes, not noticing where Aurora led him to, the tall and slender stallion standing in the center of the inscribed circle. "Right, Aurora, you want me to trust you. The only thing I trust, about you, is that no matter what you're doing, it's probably illegal. So spit it out."

"You hurt me," Aurora chided, as he quickly poured the salt into the circle, completing it. He plucked the paper from Thurin's hand, not caring that a corner of it was torn free and remaining in the horse's grip. The paper was nothing, just a scrap, a tool in his plan. "I changed my ways, Thurin. Me and you are going to be excellent partners, going forward. I can sense it. All you need to realize is your place."

"My place," the stallion scoffed. He watched through the miasma of the incense smoke as Auz extinguished the candles, silencing them one at a time. "You mean my place as a high noble, and your better?"

"No, no, not that, silly," Aurora teased. "I meant your place, here, in that circle." He extinguished the last of the candles, though strangely, the mirrors still glowed with distant lights, holding onto the lost candle flames and reflecting them back onto the stallion. "This circle which has just, coincidentally, trapped you. You're mine, now, silly equine. Snared, caught like any common beast, and when you leave my house, you will be marked in a way that will tell anyone who finds out exactly who you belong to."

"This is nonsense," Thurin said, but his eyes widened as he tried to take a step out of the circle, and could not. His shoulders hunched forward slightly, his fingers trembling, but he could not so much as clench a fist. "What serpentry is this, Aurora!? What have you done?!"

"Silence, my precious gelding," Aurora teased. He reached up, teasing the primly knotted rope that attached the stallion's lapels together. "You are in my trap, helpless as a freshly born babe. You have something, something that I want. More specifically, something that I want to take from you."

"Money?" Thurin asked, suspiciously, his voice deepening with irritation as the slender hyena stripped the clothing away from his shoulders. "You want to see me naked? Is that it? I knew you were a pervert, but I had no idea you would stoop to such levels!"

"No, no," Aurora chuckled. "Your nudity is a means to an end, sweet stallion," He pulled the horse's robe down over his shoulders and arms, baring the reddish fur to the dim light being reflected in the mirrors. He was careful to lift up the robe, not letting it brush against the salt circle, tossing it casually off to the side behind the mirrors. "While I delight in seeing you so vulnerable, I am getting no pleasure from it."

"My nose is more sensitive than you realize," Thurin countered. He was stripped bare, now, his body naked and on display, as the hyena traced slender blue-furred fingers across the fur in his chest and down towards his groin. "I can smell your musk. Your eagerness. If you think sleeping with me and then lording that over me will work, if that's the secret you think you can force me to have, you will be shamefully disappointed."

"Oh, you would think I brought you here to sample your cock, wouldn't you? Horny horses, only capable of thinking of one thing." Auz reached into his own robes, and retrieved the hilt of a dagger. He lifted it, letting Thurin see the blade in the darkness of the shadow room. "But I would never settle for just a taste. I want the whole thing."

He loved the reaction in Thurin's eyes as he realized what Aurora was intending. "Fiend!" The horse spat, and his naked body rippled with intent as he struggled, wiggling around to find a way to move away from the devious hyena.

"Now you get it." Aurora said. He reached down, and his fingers cupped up against the underside of the stallion's hefty scrotum. He gripped one of the equine's orbs, squeezing it between his fingers and enjoying the pain in the horse's tightened lips. "I'm going to cut your cock and balls off, little horsey, and then you're going to trust me not to tell a soul of your emasculation. The price for my silence will be your absolute subservience, to me and my brothers."

"You fool!" Thurin spat, though his equine maleness curved generously down from his sheath, resting heavy and limp along the hyena's forearm. "An emasculated horse would have no position in the council! You can't do this!"

"Don't worry, I have something you can use, a false penis you can carry between your legs to hide your shame. I'd be happy to loan it to you - for a reasonable monthly fee, of course." Aurora chuckled indulgently, his fingers moving to grip and hold around the base of the horse's penis, a grotesquely large and bestial endowment, so unlike his own perfect pink cock. He could feel it straining, the bulbs of his knot eager to shed the confines of his sheath as he stroked and rubbed against the horse's penis. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer to become a palace eunuch? You know, I hear that they are looking for a harem guard; you could protect all those ripe and fertile mares, smelling their heat but helpless to do a thing about that? Would you like that, little horsey?"

Thurin said nothing, his chin jutting, his jaws clenching in a defiant way that told Aurora he had hit a nerve. Good. He wanted Thurin angry, angry and impotent as he lost his maleness to the clever, scheming hyena.

"I thought about leaving you your balls," Aurora said, offhandedly, as he lifted the stallion's length up. He stepped in, not into the circle, but enough to feel the bulky thick heat of the equine's arousal press against the soft white fur of his chest. "I thought, I shouldn't end his lineage, just to ensure his obedience to me. Then I realized, 'hey, you know, without kids, when Thurin passes, he can just will his estate to my kids. What a deal.' I'm sure you understand, right?"

Thurin said nothing, but even if he had said something, it wouldn't have mattered to Aurora. The hyena reached down, stroking the hilt of the dagger between the flaps of his own poufu, unfastening the robe and allowing his own rigid cock to jut forward. It beaded with excitement at the tip, as Aurora casually gripped and kneaded Thurin's captive erection with his other hand.

"You're erect. Excited at the prospect of being unmaled, perhaps? Oh, I can understand that. I'm sure it's such a burden, keeping up appearances, pretending to be a big strong male when really you want to be my obedient little pet." Aurora slipped around, circling behind Thurin and pressing up against his naked rear. His maleness nestled smoothly in between the horse's buttocks, and he eagerly ground upwards, to help push his sheath back. "I'll have to do all the dirty work from back here. You understand, of course; I just don't want to stain my fur with all the blood. Politics, such a messy business."

Thurin grimaced, his powerful body shifting, his meaty buttocks holding the hyena's penis in their grip as Aurora hugged around the stallion from behind. He slipped one hand around the horse's equipment, fingers splaying as wide as possible to hold and grip the bulky shaft and dangling scrotum, pulling at both to stretch them away from his body. His other hand brought the knife to bear, blade side up, nestling in underneath the horse's scrotum. "Say goodbye to being a MALE!"

He expected to hear begging, pleading, the stallion debasing himself and offering anything to keep his oversized horse cock and his prized breeder balls. Instead, he heard a derisive snort.

"Such a fool, blinded by his own arrogance," Thurin said, with an eerie, unwavering confidence. He murmured something, arcane words that Aurora had never heard but nevertheless recognized, words that an upstanding stallion could not possibly comprehend. "I am not the one ensnared, Aurora." He held up his hand, the one with the small scrap of paper still clenched between his fingers - the paper from the corner where Aurora had signed his name. A bundle of dried plants, bark that Aurora had not seen again, and a sticky amber sap erupted into smokey flames in the stallion's hand.

"No-" Aurora tried to say, attempting to back away. His feet were stuck, though, the circle binding him just as easily as it had bound Thurin. The incense that Thurin burned was stronger, more concentrated than Aurora's own. But that was impossible!

Thurin stepped away, stepping out of the circle, bypassing the rune entirely. Aurora's mouth opened in shock, the curling tendrils of the horse's incense 'infecting' the smokey haze, shifting it from a pale bluish gray to a faint violet. The hyena was left holding the knife, standing alone in the circle, lips quivering as the room's energy turned against him. He could feel the magical runes locking him in place, binding him to match the reflections of himself in the mirrors.

"Such irony," Thurin intoned, gesturing with the stick as he walked in a circle around Aurora and the salt. The thick smoke that it left behind in the air melted slowly, blending scent and inscription together. Aurora struggled to maintain his focus, feeling the incense tingling in his nose, his brain reacting to the pungent earthy scent. This wasn't fair! Horses were prey, and hyenas were predators! How could the horse bind him like this?!

Only Thurin wasn't a horse. The stallion's body contorted, his sleek red fur growing dark and thick and shaggy, the white stripe of fur along his muzzle lifting up and forming into a single spiked horn. The hyena's pulse quickened, as the stallion became goat, became something else entirely, a fabled creature that couldn't possibly exist forming from what Aurora had thought had been the stallion.

It was a xiezhi, Aurora realized with dawning horror. Aurora had been played for the fool. Thurin had received his letter, and sent an arbiter of justice in his stead. Aurora had no idea how Thurin could have done such a thing, but here they were, grinning indulgently down at the trapped hyena.

"He never received your letter," the xiezhi said, with a voice made from lost whispers and crackling secrets. "I found the treacherous morsel on the side of the road. Oh, you are a selfish one, aren't you? Are you proud of your little secret, your trap, your ruse?"

"I am," Aurora said, his cheeks blushing as he found himself telling the truth, completely against his will. His erection throbbed, straining with pride, his body soaked in a need to prove himself that guided every action. "It was perfect. One step closer to..."

"Closer to what?" Xiezhi said, rubbing at his chin, grinning widely. "Self destruction? Did you truly think you could emasculate another male and get away with it? Perhaps it wasn't that you wanted to remove Thurin's maleness at all?"

Aurora did, though. The feel of the knife in his hand, the maleness in his other. He wanted to shave the flesh away, wanted to know that it no longer belonged to its original owner, that someone else had taken it. His knotted maleness throbbed, pink and proud, and he looked down, finding that his hand had lowered, that his knife now pressed in against the root of his own cock.

"Release me, demon," Aurora whispered, but there was no force behind the request. He wrapped his other hand around his knot, enjoying the pleasurable throb that it gave him as he squeezed it. "I rebuke you!"

"But is this not what you hunger for?" the xiezhi goaded, its voice a sweet caress, urging Aurora on. "Is this merely the reflection of your desires? Or perhaps, the reflection has been stripped away, and this is what you truly wanted all along?"

Aurora was ensnared, trapped by his own doings, a surge of panic rising within him. The panic wasn't at the fear of what he was about to do to himself, no, it was because of the yearning that he felt, the urgent need he felt not to carve off the horse's maleness, but his own. It would feel so good, slicing the blade up and into his flesh, stripping his maleness away from himself, shaving off everything that made him a maleness. Oh, it would be humiliating, to be without a cock, to be unmaled by his own hand, but would that really matter, how it happened or why?

What mattered was the feeling of losing his precious pink shaft. He was gently kneading, squeezing and tugging, coaxing his maleness to full and engorged erection, as big and proud as he could make it.

"Do it," the xiezhi crooned. "Unmake yourself, and be remade in servitude."

The blade of Aurora's knife glinted as a silver crescent moon, ready to eclipse the hyena's straining masculinity. The mirrors reflected his position, but as he looked around, he saw versions of himself, mirrors reflecting him cutting off his own erection. He saw himself, slicing through the meat, pink shaft yielding beneath the sharp blade, coming free from his groin. He saw himself holding up his cock, his cock, now severed and heavy and proud.

Aurora looked back down, and saw his cock in his hand, urgently begging for another stroke, another squeeze, anything to help him cum. Aurora's eyes were clouded with the haze of desire, unable to think about anything beyond this moment, as he realized what he wanted to do more than anything else. He wanted to cut off his cock.

With the same reverence Aurora had demonstrated as he set up the mirror trap, Aurora began to sever his cock. The blade pressed into flesh, and the flesh parted from the pressure, separating cock from body one slow sawing stroke at a time. There was an inexorable beauty to it, as Aurora claimed his cock from himself, the knife inching its way through the base of his cock with the same inevitability of the moon crossing the sun during the eclipse. There was no pain, only pleasure, the hyena's mind fizzling with pleasure and excitement and joy as he watched himself cutting off the burdensome pink cock. He didn't try to stop himself; instead he put all of his focus into keeping himself from rocking his hips, wanting to keep the slice as neat and tidy as possible. He wanted to climax, he needed to climax, but that could wait until after, until after he- until after his dick was-

And then it was. His cock was severed. The pink flesh came free with the tickle of the knife's blade and Aurora was left holding half a pound of hyena dick meat, the sagging flesh still firm and warm in his paw.

Trembling, Aurora held aloft the severed prize, his groin taut and needy and confused now that its source of pleasure was missing, removed, taken from it. He held up the severed penis to the xiezhi, the gleaming pink flesh contrasting against the dim, dark backdrop of the rest of the room. It glistened with precum, slick with the fluid of his desperate need to climax, but it was dormant now, never to throb or flex again.

"Isn't that better? Giving yourself to me?" The xiezhi said, as he took the offering from the hyena's paws. He held it by the knot, the slender length flopping back and forth as he waggled it. The hyena stared at it, eyes glassy, mind unfocused, his whole body yearning for the part that he had just severed. "Are you paying attention?"

He leaned forward, and tapped the hyena with his shaft, letting the warm thick length of it plap with a soft thud along the hyena's brow, staining the spot between Aurora's eyes with a spot of precum, the last bead of precum that the cock would ever leak out. It startled Aurora, his eyes crossing as he looked at his own penis, laying so pleasantly and warm on his own snout, and his ears burned red and hot. This marked the end of Aurora's claim of being a male. There was just no penis left to claim between his legs.

"Mine," the xiezhi said, sealing the transaction with a word. Aurora's breath hitched in his throat, as the mythical creature pulled the penis away. A craven part of him wanted to lean forward, to kiss or lick or bite at his shaft, but it wasn't his to do that to - not anymore. He couldn't help it, though. He was just so horny. He had never been this aroused. He wanted to stroke his maleness, to milk out a hot load of yeen jizz onto the floor, into the salt - anywhere - but there was nothing to grasp anymore.

There was some part of Aurora that still resisted this situation, that couldn't believe that he had just done this to himself, and that demanded things be put back the way they were. He couldn't think of any words to express those feelings, though; they were silly, argumentative, childish things that he felt but couldn't quite believe. In truth, losing his penis felt right. He stared at it, dangling easily between the xiezhi's fingers, and felt bubbles of horny satisfaction rising up within him, popping in his brain in little fireworks of delight.

"Oh, there's just one more thing," the mythical interloper said. He lowered the hand with Aurora's penis down, and Aurora's eyes followed it as he waggled it teasingly. Then, he leaned forward, and slapped Aurora's cock against his tight white-furred pouch. The hyena whined at the careless flick, but the impact sent a meaningful jolt through Aurora's body. The sharp sting cascaded, catalyzing the pent up need that had no other way to escape his body into a blatant, messy climax. His stomach muscles tightened, and his body festooned ropes of seed out of his empty sheath, the warm white goo splattering out and onto the ground, his knees shaking with the intensity as his cock-less orgasm purged his body of his excess cum, his need, and his pride.

"Every part of you is mine, now," the xiezhi murmured, his breath hot and fragrant against the hyena's ear as the hyena's knees buckled. "Your mind, your loyalty, and especially this." He fondled his freshly severed toy between his fingers, fidgeting it over and between his knuckles with well rehearsed acuity.

Aurora could only nod, his eyes still clouded with a swirling cocktail of shame, longing, and twisted gratitude. He had thought he had wanted Thurin's cock, but the xiezhi had shown him what he truly wanted, and had been gracious enough to give it to him.

Things changed after that. Aurora went to the court, talked with the other nobles, and for the most part was able to avoid revealing what had been lost, what he had taken from himself. Thurin did not treat Aurora any differently, on the surface, but the hyena dreaded the day that the stallion took him aside to 'discuss' things. That day hadn't happened yet, but he had a feeling that it was coming.

Aurora had surreptitiously searched for the xiezhi, had listened for any rumors involving it, had even asked the scholars what they knew about it - and received only knowing smirks in response. If it was not for the lack of a penis between his thighs, he would have thought that it was all a dream; mythological creatures were mythological for a reason, after all.

And then he saw him. It was a normal day, with Aurora moving through the quiet bustle of males who were each engaged in their own duties, none of them aware of the gap that Aurora sported between his legs. He had been especially careful to bind his noble robes, to make sure that there was no chance that he accidentally revealed his lack, to keep prying eyes from noticing any missing bulges. As he stared longingly at a collection of cured cucumbers laid on a market stall's table, he felt a gaze upon him. He looked up, and his eyes locked with the xiezhi's.

The xiezhi stood between two stalls, the vendors both distracted with customers. Aurora's heart began to beat as the xiezhi smiled at him, reaching for the flap of his robe. Aurora knew what was inside the robe, but didn't want to see it, didn't want anyone to see it. His face flushed a deep crimson, blood rushing to his cheek with the ferocity of a wildfire. His testicles clamped, his chest tightened, his breath shallow as the xiezhi procured from within his robe the glistening remnants of Aurora's masculinity.

There it was. Pink and smooth, as plump and healthy as it had been when he had cut it off. The hyena stared at it, mouth agape, and the xiezhi's eyes twinkled with a mischievous light as it gently 'booped' the air in front of it. Aurora felt the pressure against his snout, a phantom plop of his lost maleness against his brow. He lowered his gaze, accepting the mantle of his own submission, understanding his place in the world now, knowing that it had been irrevocably altered by the whims of a creature far more powerful than he could ever be.

And yet, within that blush of shame that he felt burning on his cheeks, he felt a dark thrill simmering. He knew something that nobody else did; he knew that he had been marked, claimed, and linked to the enigma of the xiezhi. He didn't know how or when or where, but at some point, the xiezhi would call for him, and Aurora, the humble servant, would answer.