Rain always made Krown sleep well, the sound of it beating was lively and the faint rumbles of thunder even added to his dreams. It meant that he was deeply asleep by the time he heard the hammering on his front door, the sharp sounds striking out time and time again. Even that didn't wake him up fully, he thought it was thunder, but eventually the owlgon let out a growl under his breath and shifted his weight, opening one amber eye with annoyance. It was late, too late, and the fact that someone was at his door only irritated him further.

“The hell…?" He growled out and pushed himself out of his bed, giving a little shove at the pile of furs that made up his bed, his tail slithering free as he gave a little shake. “WHO IS IT?!"

He roared the words, but there was only a hesitancy before a sharp few knocks made him growl and peel his lips back slightly. He had been enjoying his dream, but now he slithered out of the bed with a snap of his tail, hitting all fours with a stretch as he folded his wings against his back. The faint rumble of the thunder was muted by his home, the rain loud as it raced against the sloped roof of his home. He didn't know who was out in the storm, but it was too late for visitors, too late for him to feel charitable as he padded to the front door.

The knocking came again, just a sharp two toned hit that rattled the door before he reared up easily on his haunches and caught the heavy bar that latched it in place. The knocking stopped as he pushed it up and then wedged the door open, grimacing as it came with a wave of cold wind that chilled his sleep warmed body. This storm was so much better when he had been snuggled under his furs and enjoying rather pleasant dreams.

He didn't know who he expected to find on his front porch, perhaps a friend or a neighbor, after all, the storm might have caused flooding. But instead of another dragon or gryphon, an equine face was looking back at him with ears twitched back and a mane that was scuffled up and tossed along broad looking head. He blinked and immediately looked up at the horse's back, expecting to see a rider, even as he clearly saw that the equine wasn't tacked up. There wasn't even a halter.

“I am sorry for waking you up, sir, only, you are the only house I've seen and the storm has driven any hope from me staying on the road." The stranger said and tossed his head up. “I was trying to just wait it out here under your porch, but the winds…"

“Oh.. ah…" Krown blinked his eyes slowly, pulling back his head as he got a better look at the stranger. “Most people tend towards built in homes in the rockwork, hard to see, you know?"

The stallion was a rather large equine, the heavy belly and the muscles padded over with a layer of fat that gave him a glossy appearance, even with the rather disheveled state of his mane and tail. The light that was spilling out from his home showed that it was a bay stallion, the deep chestnut body offset with the black markings, his muzzle bisected with a blaze that stood out in the darkness and drew the eyes. It was so utterly bizarre, not at all the interruption he would have thought about showing up at his door.

“I was hoping you might give me some shelter." The stallion said and ducked his head. “My name is Tippen, I'd be happy to repay you somehow, perhaps offer a bit of labor for the room?"

“Shelter, yes, of course." Krown gave his head a little shake to clear it and then stepped back. “I'm Krown, you can stay here for the night, terrible storm, isn't it?"

“It really is." Tippen responded with a smile on his mobile looking muzzle, stepping in with a mincing prance that was used to get any mud off of his hooves. “Thank you.. I was thinking of just sleeping outside, but the way the wind was going.."

The owlgon had to move entirely to one side to make room for the stallion, finding that he was a bit bigger than he had seen at a glance as he came into the house. His mane was in knots and tangled, his sides dripping water as he tried his best to keep his hooves from causing any sort of mess, being polite until Krown remembered his own manners. He left just long enough to get a length of fabric to try and dry the stallion off, working his paws over the broad body as the stallion lowered his head and attempted to make sure that he was dripping in one contained space.

By the time he got the horse dry he felt a bit better, less confused before sopping up the floor with the towel as well. Tippen moved to one side with a rather abashed duck of his head, but at least didn't drip any more water as the drake flung the bit of cloth beside the door to deal with the next day. His mind already working on what to do with his unusual guest since he didn't have anything that was like a barn or stable.

_And perhaps suggesting one would be offensive? _ He thought and gave his head a little bob.

“I've got a small guest room, it isn't much, but it is dry and I'll be happy to settle you in it." He said after a few moments of consideration.

“That would be perfect." The stallion said with relief and offered a smile, his thick supple lips quirking up. “And here I was worried you'd see a snack when you opened the door."

“Oh hardly! You're far too much horse to eat." Krown said with a laugh, flicking his wings out as he gestured his head for the stallion to follow him. “It was just a shock, I don't get many visitors and never at such an odd time of night."

“Well, better this than getting in trouble with some farmer for sneaking into a barn." Tippen gave an overly dramatic sigh. “The mares there would probably be too tempting to resist and then I'd be in all manner of troubles."

“I can only imagine…" The owlgon said and gave his head another glance backwards towards his strange visitor.

The stallion moved with ease despite his heavy body, dry he was even glossier, as if whatever his diet was kept him well plumped beyond what he normally saw a horse as. In fact, it reminded him a little of a fat waddling pony more than a full horse, but it was interesting and he twitched his tail a little faster before making his way to the guest room. It wasn't much, he didn't entertain that often, but the bed was large enough for a full dragon and dominated most of the room as he pushed the door open with one paw.

Tippen gave a little look and flicked his ears back briefly, and then stepped forward, sniffing the bed curiously. He realized that the stallion didn't have paws that would easily grasp and pull him into bed, and Krown felt a little concerned that he might not be able to climb onto the padded bed at all. Those concerns were put the rest as the stallion gingerly reared up and curled one foreleg under him to press his knee against the bed.

“My… Makes me wish I had one of my own." Tippen commented and glanced back at him with a grin.

“I honestly have no idea what intelligent horses use, I really haven't met… well, any." He confessed as the other foreleg curled under him and he began to walk forward on his hind legs.

“Ahh I'm a little bit of an oddity, a spell gone wrong, but I've no complaints." Tippen said cheerfully as he began to awkwardly get onto the bed.

The movements of the hind legs were starting to kick just a little bit before he walked forward, his dark tail twitching back and forth so that Krown got a glimpse of the dark black pucker puffing outwards. It was startling to see the way it pushed outwards, the little quiver and flex of it, but the real distraction came from the low slung sheath that was swaying under the belly. The engorged balls bounced a little bit in place, the sway of them swinging back and forth, the sheath showing a slight bulge from the tip that was crammed into the pouch.

The owlgon felt himself flushing in response as he watched, making him wonder just how much was hidden inside of the sheath. He felt a little shiver race down the line of his back and he averted his eyes, the heat rushing to his cheeks as he turned around and gave a little flick of his tail. The movement danced against the ground, but it gave him something to distract him with as he wished the stallion a good night's sleep, glancing back to see the swaying of the sheath before the equine finally dropped down onto the bed.

He managed to get back to his own room, his mind a little lingering on just how well endowed the equine had been before giving himself a shake all over. He pushed it out of his thoughts, the excitement of the evening fading away and being replaced with a yearning for his own bed. The sound of the storm rumbled overhead, the rain causing a steady drone that made it easy for him to push his way back into his bed with a heavy sigh. The softness of the mattress enveloped him, making his eyes slide shut almost immediately, sinking into the warm embrace of sleep, weighing him down and dragging him under. Finally.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The crack of thunder rattled Krown's home, loud enough that the owlgon stirred in his sleep, but it wasn't the reason that he was opening his eyes blearily. There was a sway to his bed, an awkward flump that made it bounce and he tried to move his head to one side, letting out a low mumbling noise under his breath as he felt the weight of the bed being tipped to one side and he let out a soft noise. He blinked his eyes open a little wider while a hoof came into view, tipping the mattress to one side as the stallion started to surge forward.

The little bounce made him let out a noise in the back of his throat and he lifted his head up just in time to see Tippen reared up onto his bed, the rotund stallion giving a little pull and snort. He heaved himself upwards with a short whicker and the line of the rounded belly pushed up and partially on him as the foreleg hooked up and over his back. The movement scraped the hoof against him, dragging backwards while the weight of the equine made him let out a noise.

“Wh-what the hell?" He growled out in response, swinging his head around towards the stallion as the foreleg pressed down against his side, flexing the other one against his hip.

The weight of the stallion was pinning him down in place, the heavy belly pressed in place while there was a short hot breath that ran against the nape of his neck. He startled and swung his head around as the stallion grunted out and tried to adjust himself again, doing his best to try and push Tippen off him, but the plush rotund stallion weighed more than he could easily wriggle free from and he felt a hot breath against the back of his neck. He tried to swing his head around, but there was an almost friendly smile on the long equine face.

“Couldn't sleep…" The stallion said and snorted out again, shifting forward and hooking forelegs against him.

There was a shove of something heavy and soft flopping against the side of his tail, the feverish heat of the soft supple flush dragged against him so that he could feel it pushing up higher. The small movement making sure that he was experiencing the shocking sensation of the sheath grinding up against him made heat rush up to his cheeks, flushing darker by the moment as the forelegs hooked a little more firmly against him.

As the stallion's head stretched forward there was a sudden scent on the air as he came in closer, the glossy coat seemingly covered in something that gave off a sharp earthy musk. He crinkled his nose a little bit as it invaded his senses, trying to squirm away again, but there was a slow roll of the hips, a small adjustment that started to push the line of the sheath up higher. The scent growing stronger as he felt something floppy beginning to push out of the opening, starting to slide its way upwards, grinding as it went higher and he jerked a little bit.

“Get off me!" He roared out, but his voice was strangled as the scent became too thick, his mind swimming with it as it became hard to really breathe through it. Hard to think.

“Why? You invited me in…" Tippen murmured hotly and gave another roll of his hips, a grind. “You know what a stallion is, I'm only giving you what you wanted…"

“Not.. what I…" He started to say, but the world was starting to darken around the edges, he was finding it harder to keep his mind on what was happening.

There was a push and the hot fleshy line of the glans was working up against the curve of his ass cheek. The slow strain of it was stretching out, quivering as there was a trail of wetness starting to ooze outwards, running along his inner thigh. The sensation was startling, offensive, and he couldn't find the strength to fight against it. His head was tipping forward as he felt the horse adjusting he heavy paunch so that his hips were giving a small push forward. The smear of the glans leaving a wet patch on him as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“It's what you wanted.." Tippen continued, hunching his hips and grinding again, the scent growing too thick, too much, he was barely able to put two thoughts together.

The darkness was wrapping around him as he felt the flat teeth lightly closing against the back of his neck and the slimy tip of the shaft bumping up beneath his tail. He wasn't able to break his way free, he wasn't able to do more than push and bump himself about. His sides were heaving slightly, each breath was labored, shivering past his jaws while he started to adjust himself again. He arched his back and then flopped down, his entire body going limp, eyes sliding shut before he felt the tip pushing into him, the pressure building before darkness claimed him. The last sound he heard the eager grunt of the rotund stallion on his back.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The world came back in pieces, Krown knew somewhat what was happening to him, but it was hard to truly keep his mind on the act as he kept being pushed back into darkness. The scent of musk surrounded him, wrapping him so soundly that he wasn't even sure how much time had passed when he became aware of his own body once gain. It felt as though hours must have passed, though the windows were still dark with the night and the distant rumble of the storm. That was what he first really saw, and then there was a push that plunged the length of the cock deeper into his aching belly.

“Rrr…wha…" He choked out the noise, his breathing comes out with a little panting choked sound while a velvet muzzle brushed against the nape of his neck.

He became aware of the weight of th stomach pressed soundly against his back, keeping him from being able to do more than just try and move himself about. The little thrashing movement only seemed to please Tippen, who let out a whicker of delight and gave another thrust forward, a lewd wet sounding thrust. Krown moved his eyes to the side, realizing that the stallion must have already cum in him once, his stomach felt as though it were sloshing with seed that had been poured into him, making him muffle a short noise briefly before there was another wet drag backwards.

The glossy bay was grinning at him, the dark thick lips pulled back in a smile as he gave a series of the thrusts, sawing himself inwards while the owlgon could see that his side was bulging slightly, his stomach heavy as if he had just swallowed his meal whole. The sensation made him more keenly aware of the fact that he felt that sloshing inside of him as the stiffened stallion cock drove back into him again.

He could feel the weight of the enormous balls pushing up against his inner thighs, the bump of them pleasant and alarming all at once as they ground back and forth. The forelegs were gripping him tightly, refusing to release him as he experienced another surge of pressure that was pushing through him again. He could feel the cum oozing out, but not nearly enough, most of it was filling up his gut, making him feel a shock as he wasn't able to do more than squirm under the ample weight of the stallion.

“Oh no… still not accepting what you wanted?" Tippen said in an almost pitying voice. “We can't have that…"

“Never.. wanted.." He tried to argue as there was a sharper thrust forward, the stallion pursed his lips together.

It was almost like the equine was blowing a kiss, but as he did he felt another ripple of darkness rush towards him. That musk, it had to be laced with some sort of pheromone or spell, something that was dragging him down and feeling his bed rocking beneath the weight of the stallion that was laying claim to his ass. The rolling plunges were picking up speed, the movements squelching out messily, pushing cum out and his head drooped down to fall against the bed.

“Sweet dreams… sweet mount…" Tippen murmured in a breathless voice before a thrust came with the sharp slap of the engorged balls pushing up against him again.

He was lost in the feel of darkness, even as he could feel what was happening to his body, what the stallion was doing. He was helpless to stop it, he couldn't even fight whatever was happening with the spell, instead he fell back to his fitful dreams. Only this time… the dream was not of his own making.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The stable had that hazy blur of strangeness about it that made sure that Krown knew it was a dream, but even knowing it was a dream, didn't stop it from feeling all too real. He stood in the middle of the empty rows of stalls and was aware that elsewhere his body was being used, but here… here he was standing with increasing dismay starting to surge through him. Even as he began to try and find a way to climb back into his body, he was aware that something was parading out from the distant looking barn door, something on four hooves.

It was a plush grey dappled stallion, he was over fed and sleek looking, his head held up in the air with ears pricked forward. His face didn't have the blank expression of an animal, but instead he was looking at the features that were just as intelligent as Tippen. As he stared at the stallion, he felt a strange shudder rush over him, a wave of heat that was crashing over his thoughts, making it impossible to ignore. He panted slightly, his jaws parting open wider as the stallion approached him with a dip of the broad head and eyes that were glittering brightly.

The owlgon couldn't stop his reaction, the dream made it hard to fight as he started forward reluctantly and saw that the stallion boasted a low hanging sheath. The droop of the fattened cock tip was just barely sliding free, but it was enough that he startled as his body wanted to get closer to it. He remembered the sight of Tippen getting onto the bed and he started to lean forward towards the stallion. He couldn't seem to stop himself as the grey stallion came in closer and gave him a haughty look, the head tossed up high and the owlgon dropped down onto his belly, crawling forward towards the stallion.

_Don't do this! Get up, damnit! You're better than this! _ He tried to argue with himself, but he didn't feel better, not when more of the turgid inky black flesh was drooping out.

He moaned, the sound breaking free before he lifted his head up and nuzzled just under the broad stomach. He was mortified by what he was doing, but he didn't seem to be able to stop himself as he started to flick his tongue outwards, his muzzle brushing the fattened cock tip. The stallion moved to spread his legs open wider, stiffening them up and making sure that he was balancing in place as the owlgon's hot tongue began to flick upwards, twisting itself around the glans that was filling out and he tipped his head back so that it was pushing into his muzzle.

“That's right… know your place…" Krown heard Tippen's words floating through the air, suggestive, sure of itself.

He couldn't ignore the words, couldn't block them out as he tasted the hot flesh that felt so real in his muzzle and tasted the trail of salty precum oozing outwards. The sharp scent of musk stimulated him, making his breathing coming faster while he started to lick outwards again, closing his mouth down around the tube of flesh that was swelling open wider by the moment. It was pushing further out into his muzzle and he had no choice but to angle his head and move it, slowly working along the stiffening spire with a series of swallowing pushes. His snout pushing on higher in the air, pushing further as he heard the sound of hooves behind him. The light clicking noise growing a little lower as he pushed the cock tip so far inside of his throat that he was nearly choking on it.

He fought against that urge, moving his mouth with saliva coating along the dark flesh before a stallion nosed roughly against his tail. He felt it, felt the shove of a broad body and blearily realized that he shouldn't be on the ground like this with the stallion. He should have had his tail in the air, he should have been presenting himself to make sure that he was ready for use.

Krown knew that was wrong, he tried to rage against it, but in the dream it was just so easy to just move his tail to one side in invitation to the stallion that was pressing up against him. The grey in front of him jabbed his cock forward harder, deeper, filling his throat with a blunt tip that was messily oozing out thick drops of precum that were pushing in deeper. He swallowed around them, his muzzle working and his body refused to listen to the higher thoughts racing across each and every thought process. He was lost in the haze of it, being drowned in the sensations, and forelegs were soon moving up to grasp around him.

This is just a dream… a dream… He thought wildly, trying to reassure himself as a thrust plunged the cock deeper into his muzzle and throat.

He was letting out a noise in the back of his throat, a ragged noise that was panting free, while he continued to move his head back and forth, turning it about so that he was nursing on the heavy cock. It was enough that he nearly wasn't ready for the stallion that reared up on his back, the sudden press of forelegs wrapping around him. He remembered Tippen, vividly, but even that didn't push past the haze of the dream as the shaft pushed up beneath his presented tail.

His body was glorying in what was happening to him, there didn't seem to be a way to stop the reactions that were spasming and racing down his back. He was left experiencing the sudden thrust as the heavy shaft pushed it's way into his body and he shuddered in pleasure. The wave of giddiness only worked to push away his frantic attempts to struggle as the length of the cock drove home with a force that pushed him further onto the stallion's cock. His taut anal ring began to clench down with squeezing pulls milking along the length of the spire that was working through him.

His mouth worked, his tongue pushed upwards, making sure that he was entirely trapped in the moment of pleasure that was burning through him, his throat gorged on the shaft. He started to lick harder, aware of the need to stimulate the stallions, to display himself to them, keep them pleasured. He knew that wasn't his thoughts, they were the intrusive presence that made sure that he wasn't able to push past them, his body shuddering and hunching in place at times.

The sudden pressure and pleasure was running across his body, waves of it building to a fever point, not from the cock driven inside of his ass, but from the act of servicing the stallions. He moaned around the grey stallion's cock as the tip twitched out again, sending out a flush of hot wet precum down the back of his throat. His breathing turned into something heavier, a groan breaking free while he started to arch himself in place, letting out soft pants and shudders.

The tip was swelling, flaring wide as he groaned out and felt a sudden twitch, the thrust in his ass became harder, deeper, forcing through the depths of his walls and his mouth began to work harder. He was barely able to breathe, but in the dream, that didn't seem to matter so much as the cock drove in deeper past the line of his throat and plunged itself to the point his muzzle was pushed against the black heavy balls. The scent of the stallion only furthering his own arousal and lust, combining them to the point he wasn't struggling to pull his muzzle back.

As the hot eruption of cum poured down his throat he began to gulp and work his jaws, his breathing becoming harsh and trembling. It was flooding down his belly and he squirmed, tightening his ass around the stallion that was roughly plunging into his ass. He could feel the weight of the seed warming his lower belly, heavily coating inside of him to make him almost feel as though his stomach was swelling with it. He suckled, pulling and stroking, small movements pumping back and forth, greedily working.

This is wrong… He told himself, but as the stallion on his back gave another thrust, he found it harder to remember just what he was fighting against, and why…

Time began to move wildly in the dream, but it was so unlike any dream he had ever experienced before. He was lost in the haze of it, the strange sensations as he was trapped in the barnyard and stable with equines of every size shape and color. There wasn't a mare to be seen, instead, it was only himself and the stallions who obviously expected him to attend their needs and desires. He found that it was impossible to resist them, he couldn't quite remember why he should, instead, he began to lose track of time…and of his own control.

The owlgon was aware of the real world, but not in the same way as he was aware of this place. Just seeing a stallion coming from the barn or in the pasture would drive him to attend them, his tail soon becoming almost constantly hiked up in the air behind him. He knew that he needed to be there for them, to make sure that he was exposing himself for their own pleasure. His muzzle, his ass, all of it used for their own pleasure until he found it harder to really remember why he had been fighting against it.

There was no real time here, but it felt as though it was racing past him, leaving him behind in a strange place where he was forgetting all parts of his reality and being left only with the knowledge that he was here to be used. He was supposed to give himself over to the stallions, he was supposed to service them. It was a knowledge that pink, and black and mottled cocked drove home as he swallowed and accepted load after load, indulging himself into nothing more than white hot sensations.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Krown's body ached faintly as he came aware of it again, a slow throbbing sensation that ran through his body and caused him to twitch ever so slightly and then muffled a groan. His body trembling slightly as he lifted his head and picked up the faint scent of musk, but it was no where as strong as it had been before, it didn't even make his eyes feel heavier. It was a relief, especially since there was no one pinning him down in place and holding him there. He nearly wept with that relief and pushed his forelegs beneath him with a guttural noise in the back of his throat.

He felt so slow, his mind pushing through thoughts as if they were molasses and that left him struggling. His breathing was coming faster, rising and falling slightly while he gave a push of his forelegs and the moment he did, he realized that as his forebody lifted, his stomach remained in place. Instead, just some of the pressure he was experiencing backed off and he grunted out and swung his head to one side. His movement rolling his body and a stomach that bulged obscenely came into view, startling him while he stared down at himself, barely able to come to terms with what he was seeing.

The scaling along his stomach was stretched tight, pulling open and trying to contain the sheer amount of cum that had been pumped into his belly. He could lay on his side, but that only moved the swell of his stomach to one side and he felt another shudder pass over him as he moved his paw down. He felt it, and it actually seemed to slosh so that Krown swallowed a lump in his throat. How many times had the stallion fucked him to have him swell out like this?!

He felt his breathing coming faster, his breathing coming a bit faster with an edge of panic as he pressed his paw down again, feeling it ripple and jiggle before he tried to get off the bed. His limbs strained to move his over stuffed body, making it less graceful and more a drop that caused him to hit the ground on all fours. His stomach actually dragged along the ground even as he straightened up all of his limbs.

It wasn't a dream.. He thought, his mind racing towards the sex crazed stable he had been dreaming about. I was just dreaming out what he was doing to me…

He took a step forward and felt his gut swaying beneath him, swinging about while he made his way across the room and he had no choice but to waddle. He couldn't stride in the confident manner he was used too, not unless he wanted to trip over his own engorged stomach. He felt the heat racing up along his cheeks as he moved, pledging to himself that he was going to alert the authorities about the crazed horse. He should have never let him in, no matter how bad the storm had been, who had ever heard of a talking horse?

The owlgon was puffing slightly from the exertion of walking, feeling his stomach dragging along the ground as he made his way to the door and groaned a little bit. It wasn't nearly as wide as he thought it should be, when he hadn't been so stuffed with cum it would have been easy to walk through, but now he had to squirm to fit himself through the doorway. He felt awkward and flushed as he realized that the underside of his tail was slick with a mixture of fluids.

He got into the hall when there was a rattle and he turned the corner, freezing as the stallion's head was poking out of the pantry, and aimed down at a ripe sweet fruit that Krown had been saving for his own use. The dark black muzzle picked out one, crunching it down and juices trickled over the edges as he shamelessly ate one in two bites, sucking down the juice greedily. He licked his lips with relish, not even stopping as the owlgon let out a growl and stiffened himself up on all fours.

He was aware that his stomach was still touching the ground from the position, but he gathered his indignation around him like well worn glove. His sides rising and falling while he glared at Tippen, but the stallion only took another bite of fruit, shifting just enough that he could see his pantry had been stripped of every sweet thing or rich food in the horse's search for food.

“Get out of my house! Get out of my pantry!" He snarled, trying to put the force a predator behind the words to drive the equine away. “You are not welcome here!"

“Rrm? Oh you're awake." Tippen said lazily and pushed the heavy door open further. “And out of the room, was worried you'd get stuck in the doorway."

He spoke in a friendly manner, as if he didn't have anything to feel ashamed about as he exited the room, his head up high and his eyes bright. The sight of the stallion infuriated him, it should have been enough to make the owlgon drive him off, but as the plush well fed mount walked out his body shuddered in a visceral memory of what had happened in his dreams. The heat that raced over him made him feel the pounding of his own heart, his body shaking briefly as he let out a guttural noise in the back of his throat.

Tippen took another step forward, the movement swaying his belly, but his eyes were looking further back between the hind legs and the swinging of the heavy sheath that was wobbling about. The sight of it made him feel a strange slow sensation pushing through his mind, a wicked voice whispering to him that he knew what to do when a stallion came towards him. How could he just stand here? How could he think of running the horse away?! He needed to worship him, needed to do whatever he wanted, please him.

“Did you have sweet dreams?" Tippen asked, his voice husky and suggestive as he did so. “Did you dream of me?"

“I… d-didn't dream of you." He stammered out, his eyes widening even further as the stallion took another step closer.

“You didn't? But they were so pleasant, weren't they? So much easier in dreams to know your place." He continued on, each word suggestive, making it harder to ignore the urges of his own mind.

Those were the thoughts that Krown struggled with and his body began to move, he wasn't able to actually get himself to step backwards, because the moment he saw the bay stallion his body reacted. It was with a spasm of lust and need both, burning through him so sharply that he found that he was moving before he could stop himself. He turned himself as he had turned himself to countless stallions in his dreams and then lifted his tail up, splaying his legs and leaning forward over his heavy swollen stomach.

Tippen let out a sound of pleasure, the whickering laugh filling his ears while he shuddered briefly in place. His eyes fluttering almost all the way shut before the stallion started to edge even closer to him, his tail up and ears pricked forward while the powerful creature leaned forward to nip the base of his tail casually.

“Ahh yes, this is better, much better…" Tippen breathed out before the head slid up over him. “I knew you would learn well."

Krown flinched, but there was no denying the way that his body was reacting with that hot flash of lust and desire, it was racing over him. He was left trembling faintly before the weight of the stallion pressed down over his back. The legs wrapped around him, splaying to either side of his body and hugging before the tip of the cock gave a sudden shove forward that pushed right up against his pucker. The blunt tip smearing a trail of precum as the fattened drake let out a groan and flexed his paws down against the ground before there was the first powerful thrust.

It sank forward inside of him, opening his walls as his tender abused body was forced to cling around the girth again and his muscles spasmed down. His body reacted with a wave of need, a feel of desire that was making his thoughts slow down and be swallowed into a haze of lustful need. He was shuddering a little bit, his body arching in place, feeling the next shiver race down his body. He couldn't stop it as the thrusts started to work themselves through his opening, plunging and exploring him with a smear of precum that was pushing forwards, coating the already used inner passage.

“That's right.. you know.. now your place." Tippen said with a rough panting voice in his ear, thick and eager sounding. “You understand where you belong."

“Where I belong.." Krown echoed and flinched a little bit before the next thrust came with a force that displayed the power against those ample haunches.

Krown felt as though he could experiencing the sloshing of the cum in his gut as he leaned over it, realizing that he could have lifted his paws up and they would have still been out of the way as he laid on his stomach. He felt his body spasming down again the contraction working downwards with a force that was making the cock twitch upwards gain. The tip rubbing through him, large enough that it was almost too much as the force of the movements pushed the heavy dark balls forward to bounce right up against his ass cheeks.

“You feel those?" Tippen panted out with the thrust, grinding the orbs up against the underside of the dragon's tail. “They're going to empty in you every day."

He was breathing so fast, Krown felt the warmth of the heavy body pinning him down., the faint musk was on the air, but it wasn't dragging him down, it was only working to remind him of the dream that he had been forced to experience. A dream that was all too real while he was feeling the tip hitting time and again inside of him. The little lunges and plumbing movements making sure that he wasn't going to be able to escape the attention, his hind legs splayed open obscenely wide to brace himself while the horse's hooves pulled back against him.

Krown let out a moan, his body spasming again in reaction, his own cock starting to push out in his arousal. The rightness of it warring with his own humiliation and he couldn't seem to stop those reactions from coming to the forefront of what was happening. He curled his toes and closed his eyes, half willing himself to just go back into a state of unconsciousness, but it was clear the stallion had no intention of allowing him to fade back under again.

“I like.. this house.." The stallion said with another thrust, the forelegs tightening around the swollen rounded stomach. “I think I will stay here.. you can… serve me here…"

“Serve you?" Krown choked out and then panted out a breath, and when he drew it in there was another twinge of that musk.

That sweet alluring musk, he moaned out and gave a little thrust forward of his hips in reaction as he could feel himself recalling the dream, what it had been there. It would be so easy to just allow himself to fade into the darkness of his own mind, to forget everything that it was to be his own drake. The next thrust came with a wet noise, a plunge that sank so far in he could feel the medial ring pushing right up against his prostate and there was another startled thrust and squeeze of his walls. He was squeezing them as Tippen was panting above him.

“You'll attend me, my own personal cum dumpster, rewarded with.. grooming me.. feeding me.." Tippen continued and the stallion's cock showed his arousal at those thoughts as it jerked upwards again.

He could intimately feel just how deep it was filling him, stretching him and pulling the walls tight. The tip was so deep inside of him, the sheer size of the girth pulled his pucker into a lewd O as he moaned out and gave a little push backwards, he couldn't stop himself, he was being drowned in the scent of musk and stallion. The eagerness of the stallion, the casual assumption that he was going to live here and be served, all of it was making it hard to fight back against the thoughts.

He balled his paws up tightly and tipped his head back a little bit as the thrusts began to move faster, the weight of the round bodied stallion pinned him harder as they were shortening and working deeper. With each thrust the stallion panted out new duties, new chores.

“Clean.. my hooves… my bed… open your muzzle… if I so much as walk by you.." Tippen panted out headily and the owlgon found it hard to refute those commands and words.

Why would he refuse them? Why shouldn't he do what the stallion wanted him to do? Give himself over to what he wanted and needed, hadn't he done it in the barn? Some small part of him was screaming that the barn hadn't been real, it had been a dream, but his reality was settling more and more to this moment. His nostrils flaring wide, his breathing turning into something heavier, shorter, nearly squealing out his delight. His tail jerked again, twitching upwards as there was a plunging thrust into him and the tip began to flare open wider.

“You.. are…. Mine…" Tippen panted the words out, thick musk filling the air, not to render the owlgon unconscious, but the fog his mind with the new reality that he had been presented with.

The next thrust came with the weight of the massive balls pushing up behind him, feeling them heaving upwards and vaguely realizing his body recognized all of this. He anticipated it with a wave of lust and pleasure that crashed over him, his head tipping back with a yowling cry as the first wave of his own cum began to push out of his tip of his cock. He hadn't even been touched, but his body was trembling with desire as the horse began to cum inside of him. The torrent of hot seed flushing into his already too full belly, flooding him and adding to the girth that made it appear as though he had swallowed a ball whole.

His walls milked and squeezed, clutching greedily around the spasming length before he gave another small arch forward. His breathless sounds breaking free before there was a draw backwards from the stallion, he didn't move much before the next thrust plunged into him and made sure that the owlgon was being overstuffed with the thick mixture, churning and roiling inside of his lower belly. The world tilting wildly as he basked in the moment of pleasure, of lust, he wanted this, didn't he? Another breath of that intoxicating musk, and he believed he did, truly did, he wanted this like nothing else in the world.

“Nnf.. you've made a mess." The stallion said with a short breath, his head tipped down as the hips gave another small thrust forward. “I think you'll have to clean that up…"

“Yes.. sir." Krown answered, he didn't even think before the words left him, in that moment, he could think of nothing better than giving the stallion what he wanted and needed.

He had to serve his master, that was the knowledge that suffused him, carried with the heavy load of cum that spread through his lower belly and continued to weigh him down. He could barely put his feet beneath him as the rotund stallion slid off his back and the cock slurped free with a wet messy noise. Nothing had sounded so good in his life as that noise, he was made to serve.