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Bored, Kalan was bored. The beat of the club overhead was little more than an annoyance as the stallion stared at the phone in his hands and the damned idiotic game that he had been playing. Ridiculous. Another invention of humanity, a way to waste time, as if time were something that should be wasted. They acted as though they had to find ways to get rid of it, not cherish it, but that had always been the way with mortal creatures, they never seemed to grasp how finite their lives truly were.

Two thousand years, he'd been alive, two thousand years of ever changing politics and war. Two thousand years of watching creatures rise and follow the ruts in the path of time as they repeated mistake after mistake. He had watched the blessing that had been the evolved animals be viewed as little more than beasts themselves. He had been present for the battles that had tried to get them to at least claim equal ground with the humans. Damned, over populated, weaponizing humans that had brutally put down every rebellion, ripped the hope of peace from their grasp.

_And now they create stupid games about candy on phones and still pretend they're masters of the world. _ He growled to himself and lashed the tip of his long leonine tail.

Unicorn. A laughable word, he wasn't a unicorn anymore, one of the last hardest fought wars had seen to that. There was only a scar on his head where his horn had once been, his skin and hide burned black as a night sky and his once pale blue eyes filled with the color of blood. Fallen Unicorn. One of seven Hidden Lords that remained in shadows, cloaked and trying their best to make the lives of their subjects better since they held the last ounces of magic in the world. The anthropomorphic creatures were little more than third class citizens, viewed as little more than jumped up creatures themselves.

The thought made the stallion close his dark red eyes and rub his thumb briefly between them, easing the headache. He hated nights like this, nights when he remembered how hard they had once fought. They wouldn't fight again, not like that, not with the push for more weapons. Not when each different species struggled to have children, they were dying out. He guided them, he had wealth, he tried to make their lives better, but time and again it had proved too little too late. And he was…bored.

He straightened in the sprawling oak chair, more throne than comfortable and swung his legs down so that his cloven hooves hit the ground with a click. He was aware that Lena twitched at the sound of them, the little white mare's eyes jerking in his direction nervously. She was a delight of a pet, with large blue eyes and every bit of exposed skin pink and delectable. He let his dark red eyes slide over her intimately, lingering at the brand that had been pushed into her flesh in his mark.

“It's all so fucking boring!" He snarled out and watched her jerk, her ears going back and a vague panic in her eyes. “How long have you been mine?"

“T-ten years, sir." She whispered, her voice barely rising as he stood up with a creak of the well worn leather pants.

“Ahhh…" He lidded his eyes at that and let out a sigh, flaring his nostrils as he did so. “So that's it…"

He had his small justices, moving his hand silently behind the scene to protect those in his charge. He had agreed with his fellow Lords that they had to remain secret, quiet, the old magic still burning under the earth, but he did have _needs. _ Ten years ago Lena had been one of them, though she had been Charles then. An aggressive and violent human that had nearly beaten a small rabbit to death for no other sin than he had been drunk and she had existed. Now, now Charles was Lena, ten years of servitude to Kalan, trained and honed, changed.

That was the old magic, ten years he could possess someone, twisted from the days when the world had been young and he had been pure white with a silver horn. When he had sought out young virgins and laid his head in their lap, whispering promises of safety and love. Then he would take a human for ten years and worship them, adore them, change them into something beautiful and graceful. A Fallen Unicorn, twisted by hatred and war, he had found better uses for those urges.

Ten years, it was time for him to find another. He twitched his supple lips as he walked by the crouched mare, sliding his hand out to run a hand down her back. She trembled and shuddered under his touch, her tail flagging as she had been trained, her eyes wide with need and fear. She was so well trained, perhaps a challenge would rouse him again. And there was always a human that was in need of punishment.

“You have been so good for me, my dear." He murmured as he came to the door. “I think you have earned your freedom.."

“S-sir?" Lena's voice squeaked and he saw panic in her eyes as he turned his head to look at her.

“But first… you will find your replacement for me, won't you?" He crooned lovingly.

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Jacob jerked and twisted in the hold of a bear that pinned his arms behind his back and shoved him down the hall. He cursed and kicked, throwing his legs out while blunt claws bit against him and he blazed with anger. The fucking animal was handling him as if he had a right to it, the broad head not even aimed down at him as he was forced down a lined brightly lit hallway without anything more than a few shoves. He heard the sniffling and little noises from behind them, the damned whore of a mare still sniveling.

“Let met he fuck go! Do you know who I am?!" He snarled out and twisted again while the broad paws flexed down hard and then twisted him towards a door.

“Yer nothin', not here." The bear rumbled, the dark brown head glaring down at him. “The Lord wants to see you."

He hated the damned animals, hated the way they mimicked humans, hated the way they paraded about pretending that they could ever been on the same level. The predators were the rarest of their kind, which made it ludicrous that one was holding onto him as if he had a right to drag him away from his fun. The stupid mare had come onto him, she had been dancing in a club known as a place for a man to get his dick wet. It wasn't his fault that she had buyers remorse. She was probably shacking up with the bear, the animals had no common decency.

He tried to twist around again when the door opened and he was shoved forward with enough force that he fell. His knees cracked the ground sharply enough that he choked out a sound of pain and jerked back up. The door shut, and he swung around to confront the bear, but it was only the little white mare standing there. Her blue eyes were wide and cheeks wet, her torn gripped to cover her as if an animal should care that she was showing her nudity.

“Get out of my way." He spat out, humiliated and degraded. “Do you think you're going to get some fuckin' revenge? Or do you want some more of—"

“Such a mouth on you." A voice came from behind him, a dark rumbling voice that made the hair on the back of his neck prickle. “Lena, my dear, have you found one?"

“Y-yes, sir." The mare spoke in a high pitched voice. “He..used me, he shows no remorse, he.."

“You fuckin' slut." Jacob snapped and surged up before the click of hooves came from behind him. “What? Are you her hus….band?"

The word faltered as he turned to see a midnight dark creature walking towards him and his mind immediately thought 'horse' as he stared at an equine head and a set of ears pricked high. The thought horse was ripped away as nearly seven feet of slender creature came from across a room that was filled with dark polished wood. A creature that had a long leonine tail that was curling and twitching behind him, three silver rings flashing in the light with each restless movement.

The animal in front of him was as close to a horse as a deer might have been, his body elongated rather than heavily muscled like most equines. His head was slender, the muzzle dainty, but it was the glossy black scar between the eyes that drew Jacob's gaze and held it. Eyes that looked as dark as fresh blood and were pinning him in place, the queer horizontal slit pupils flaring wide as the creature twitched back a thick soft lip and displayed fangs. What the fuck sort of horse had fangs?!

The stallion was dressed in what looked like leather pants, almost clubwear, that boasted silver grommets that ran up the length of each leg, ending just above longer silky hairs around the ankle. Two cloven hooves stood on the ground below the long legs, tipped with silver decorations at the points. His chest was wrapped in what appeared to be a corset, though he was flat chested. Of course he was wearing a corset like some sort of deviant, most animals were deviants of one sort or another.

“I am her master." The creature said and took another step forward, cloven hooves clicking lightly on the ground. “She has served me well for ten years, and today she earns her freedom. In ten years, I am sure you will do the same."

“What the fuck?!" Jacob snapped and turned around, reaching for the door as the mare jerked to one side.

“Oh pretty one, do try and run…" The thick dark voice almost purred before a hand dropped to his shoulder, a hot brush of breath tickled his ear as he suddenly felt the form looming behind him. “I love when you try to fight."

“Get the fuck off!" He jerked his elbow back and tried to strike out as the fingers clamped down against his shoulder and hauled him back. “FUCK YOU!"

“You'll never get that pleasure." The words were a caress and promise both, sending fear racing through him.

There was a jerk and swing, his body yanked away from escape before he was crushed against the line of an unfamiliar equine body and a dark arm slid around his chest. He was tall, six feet, but the extra foot of height between him and the creature was used to advantage before he turned about. He stumbled, catching himself on what felt like a large oak chair while he tried to find a way to get around the approaching creature. The stallion moved with a rippling grace, predatory and frightening as the eyes never left Jacob.

“You'll have to be trained." He said in that rumbling tone. “But I am patient, you can all be broken eventually. But first, let us introduce ourselves, human."

“Get the fuck outta my way!" He snarled again, but the red eyes fixed on him, held him.

“I am Kalan Anara Kah'Feral, I am Lord of the West, Guardian of the Chain, Protector and Justice.." The stallion spoke slowly, lilting each word and then curled a dark velvet lip up in a flash of sharp looking canines. “And your master."

“The hell you are!" He started before a hand caught him by the front of the shirt and gave a little twist.

“We're not going to begin like this, human.." The words rolled around him as he was hauled up and the jerk began to tear his shirt. “You and I, will need to come to an accord, and that filthy little mouth of yours will learn sweeter things."

The dark black muzzle lowered towards him and he tried to shove out, trying to punch the stallion, but Kalan's other hand reached back to grasp the back of his head and fingers bit down. They were bruising in their force to it that made him cry out before suddenly thick velvet lips were pressed against his own and he was forced forward. His mind went black and panicked as the stallion kissed him, and not a closed mouth kiss, a thick tongue plunged into his mouth to devour him as the thick nails bit against the nape of his neck.

He shoved wildly against the chest as he let out an inarticulate cry of outrage, instinctively biting down into the kiss to drive the stallion off….and made the worst mistake of his life.

He bit the lower lip roughly, hard enough he tasted a wash of blood, but the stallion only let out a sound like a growl that rumbled through his body. The first taste of copper blood on his mouth turned into a wave of fire that raced through his body. He jerked and struggled, flailing to get back, but the heat was pouring through him mercilessly. It was a fever, a burning thing that flushed his skin and caused him to jolt in place as the stallion's fingers worked up into his short hair, grabbed and yanked back. The sensation sending an electric jolt through his body as he scrabbled roughly in place.

Everything dropped from beneath him, his mind roiled with firing electric thoughts that darted from one to the other. He was too hot, he could almost feel sweat forming along the line of his forehead while he panted in short trembling bursts. When the lips drew back he watched the dark red tongue flick out to lick the bottom lip where Jacob had bitten and eyes that glittered that same red remained fixed on him.

The world was filled with the sharp scent of spice and musk and…he shuddered as he closed his eyes and realized his entire body wasn't just on fire, it was responding. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were glazing and he couldn't make his fucking mind work. He wanted to get away, he was screaming at himself to stumble back from the stallion, but he felt trapped and frozen. The taste on his tongue was thick and sweet, and that made it worse as he swayed and there was laughter filling his ears before the shirt was drawn off him.

“Funny, technology, iron, all things that destroyed my people and still you forget that blood is power." The voice purred into his ear seductively, fuck, it wasn't seductive, he wasn't gay, he wasn't responding to any of this!

“Fuck..off…" Jacob choked the words as the stallion reached to grab his arms and gave them a forceful pull.

“My blood especially.. Unicorns have always loved virgins, they call to us, sing songs of lust and desire…" Warm thick and sweet, like molasses that was flowing from the stallion and Jacob jerked as his arms were pulled so far back his shoulders burned. “Do you feel that?"

“Not a fuckin' virgin!" He snapped out and rolled his eyes up to see red ones regarding him, strange and terrifying as his body began to pound in time with his heartbeat.

“Ahh but you are…" Kalan whispered and reached beside him, hooking a length of black rope. “Do you think virginity is only your cock in a pussy?"

“W-what…STOP THAT!" He shrilled out as rope was drawn up and around his arms, thick rope that twisted and pulled his elbows backwards.

Kalan rumbled a sound of amusement and moved behind him, the hands firm and unyielding as the length of rope worked over and over again. The binding starting just below the wrist and pulling upwards so that his elbows were forced to touch, his chest shoved out. His body was burning, he felt as if he were on fire and the damned stallion was forcing the ropes to bite into his tender skin and force noises from the back of his throat. He jerked and twitched, eyes going wide and wild as a hand pushed just between his shoulders.

“So difficult at first, Lena was difficult, it took nearly a month to change her, break her, but I think you might be easier, mm?" Honeyed words whispered into his ear as a knot was worked just above his elbow. “Lena didn't bite me when I first kissed her, though, such spirit."

“You can't do this, you fuckin' beast, this is illegal!" Jacob jerked again and shuddered as a finger pushed lightly against his bare chest, humiliated and flustered.

“Illegal, funny word.." The stallion murmured. “Humans have such a broad view of the law, it changes so often and always for your benefit. Within these walls, only my law exists. You will learn it well."

The grip on his arms jerked and he was pulled backwards, almost casually moved as though he were little more than a piece of meat. He felt his cheeks burning hotter as the stallion's body brushed against him, pulling him through the room. He was vaguely aware of lines of bookshelves and rich appointments that made it appear luxurious. He tried to concentrate on anything except the stallion that hauled him all the way to a wood polished wall and began to press him back. He tried to forget the scent of spice and musk, he tried to forget a body that was treacherously throbbing and aching. He didn't want to say he was aroused, fuck, he wasn't aroused, he wasn't fucking aroused.

His thoughts turned around wildly, trapped and ensnared as his arms were jerked up and then he was shoved downwards. The grip on his body was unyielding, but not bruising, pushing him to a crouch as he refused to get on his knees before something cold brushed the line of his shoulders. He jerked forward, his head nearly slamming against the corset covered stomach of the stallion before Kalan reached back and clipped something to his rope bound hands.

“Mmm, so eager, pet." The honeyed voice purred into his ear. “I think you'll be so good for me, won't you?"

“No." Jacob choked the word out while he tried to get back up, but whatever had been clipped to his bound arms only gave him a few inches of give.

He writhed and tried to get up again, shoving, but the moment he did he let out a pained noise as the ropes bit down hard around his lower arms, his elbows aching and shoulders strained tight. His breath came out in a wave before fingers slid along the underside of his jawline and he found himself tipping his head backwards, inch by inch. The other hand gripped his hair firmly as Kalan's lips quirked up in a slow smile and his brow raised up.

“Ahh ahh… I think I will start you slow, pet, so good to ease you into your change…" He purred out, the red eyes never leaving Jacob's face. “But those teeth, those are a problem."

The hand on his chin moved up and there was a trace of a hoof tipped finger along his lower lip that made him attempt to jerk away. The grip tightened to near bruising force and caused him to cry out before the creature drew out a hard looking rubber ring attached to a set of leather straps. He got a good look at it, and then startled as the finger on his lip curled forward and pinned his lip against his front teeth hard enough that he let out a sharp yelp of pain.

He jerked his mouth open to relieve it, which was the only thing Kalan seemed to be waiting on before the length of the ring was driven into his mouth. The taste of rubber filled him as it was wedge behind his front teeth so that his back teeth gripped down against the unyielding circle and the straps were pulled around his head. He tried to use his tongue to shove it back out, but it remained in place as the leather pulled down hard against the back of his head.

He choked and felt himself drooling as he tried to get the ring gag out of his mouth and the stallion only looked down his body with interest. The expression darkening before a hand reached down and caught the front of his jeans. It was bad enough to be topless, but the fingers that gripped the band were firm as he tried to jerk his hands free from the rope. His shoulders burned as he strained and let out a garbled sound of protest as the thumb pushed the button open and the stallion crouched down in front of him.

“Shh it's better to accept, better to embrace, but I doubt you will do that, will you?" Kalan breathed the words out as the pants were pulled open and Jacob shuddered.

His entire body felt as though he were too hot, his skin crawling and mind roiling with a strange sensation that was slowing down even the strongest thoughts. They were being pulled to a stop as whatever the blood was doing to him only seemed to grow in intensity. His pants were loosened and the stallion only gave a tug to let them sag lower, just enough to humiliate him as he felt the material dropping along the curve of his ass. He jerked a few times, attempting to break free again, but the restraints held him.

The slide of a finger traced up his navel and he choked out another noise, feeling drool along his bottom lip as he glared, but where the nail pressed against him there was a strange sharp tingle. It was as if thousands of small static sparks discharged against his skin, almost this side of painful as he twisted around and tried to evade the press of the fingers. It was only as the sensation reached his chest that he looked down to see the finger pressing against him.

Where the nail bit, the skin began to change, darkening beneath the light touch like a stain that spread in a line all the way up to the spread of his chest. His choked panting cries out while he saw the darkness spreading in tendrils, extending outwards and where it appeared, short hairs began to grow from the skin. They were pale brown and plentiful enough to cover the bare line of skin while he twisted again, jerking and muffling protests. His words slurred around the ring gag as the stallion's eyes lifted up to meet his own.

“Still so stubborn? Don't you know, you were made for me, pet." He crooned those words tenderly, the only hint of malice was in his eyes. “Let me show you how well you were made for me."

“NNFFGL!" He snarled out, choking and nearly spitting his anger as the creature stood up.

It was hard to think, getting harder, his world throbbing in time with his rapid heart beat as he saw Kalan thumbing open the buttons of the leather pants. The movement made him thrash, Jacob's entire body jerking until his arms began to burn and hurt as he watched as the buttons came undone, one by one. The slow reveal spreading the dark sleek flesh down the lower hips before the material was sliding down lower, exposing the low slung leathery sheath and the bulge of the cock tip. Bestial and as black as the rest of him, and Jacob forgot the line of changing skin against his chest and fought.

His shoulders were burning sharply, the ache twitching through his skin until he was barely able to think. He squeezed his eyes shut as the stallion's hand gripped his chin and jerked it upwards, making him lean forward when he attempted to draw away even further. He kept his eyes closed, unwilling to see what was going on, only hearing the spread of the pants and leather creaking as it was maneuvered and his head was tipped all the way back.

“That's right, on your knees, this is where you born to be, pet." The thick voice purred those words at him and something pushed against his lips.

“Nnnnnnnuu!" He choked the denial and snapped his eyes open as the thick broad head of the drooping shaft pushed into his mouth.

The stallion's fingers flexed and dug into his hair, yanking his head back painfully as the smiling face looked down at him as he felt the warm swelling flesh pushing along his lips. The ring gag kept him from doing anything, he couldn't even close his mouth as the thick broad flesh pushed against his tongue and he heard the low approving noise come from Kalan. Jacob's face flushed red, his body shuddering in reaction as he felt intimately as the stallion began to thicken and the flesh engorged along his tongue with a series of small thrusts.

“So lovely… eager little slut." The voice mocked him and he felt renewed humiliation as the fingers in his hair dragged his head forward.

He saw the equine cock spilling from the sheath, filling out and pushing against his tongue as it grew wider. The steady swell of it pushing out into his mouth impossibly wide until he thrashed again and felt a sharp pain along his bound arms and shoulders. He choked out a whimper before there was a roll and suddenly the hardening cock was sliding along his tongue. The salty taste of it was mixed with the sharp musk of equine and a strange spiced scent that filled his senses.

The feeling of heat was growing worse, he could feel the sparks travelling over his chest, his mind was hazed over as the stallion's cock began to push into his mouth. It was slow, the cock tip probing deeper into his maw until he was choking and nearly gagging as the hand gripping his head held him in place. The fingers dug against his hair, just this side of painful as the dark flesh became larger, thicker, impossibly long looking while the stallion let out a hot rumble of pleasure.

“Look at you, so pretty with my cock in your mouth, it'll be even better when you have a muzzle.." Kalan purred the words seductively, and before Jacob could try and reply the hips gave a snap forward.

The blunt cock tip jammed into the back of his throat, the sudden penetration making him gag and close his throat down around the invading shaft. The stallion's hips gave another thrust forward, pushing deeper as a hot thick smear of precum welled out and started to coat against his tongue. He felt tears springing to his eyes from the sudden deep penetration, his body shuddering in reaction as something started to burn low in his belly. His body responded to the taste, the salt and bitter mixture that was coating his tongue as the hips rolled back and the shaft glistened with his saliva.

He muffled a pleading noise, but rather than listen, Kalan's hips gave another thrust forward, the grip on his hair holding him still as the full length of the stallion's girth came into play. It was as dark as the rest of him, with a ridge of a medial ring standing out just at the mid point and he was forced to gulp down around it. His mouth began to water, trying to ease the passage despite his mind screaming that he wanted it to stop, wetness oozed along the line of his bottom lip.

It was humiliating, degrading, there was no way for him to get away as he was bound, his mouth held open as the inches of dark swollen flesh drove back into his throat again. He was choking on it, gagging and struggling as his soft throat contracted and worked over the cock. The rolling movements plunged in deeper, drawing backwards enough to allow him to gasp in air, but when it did the world was filled with the taste of viscous precum that clung to his tongue and taste buds.

“You.. look so good there, pet." Kalan murmured in a thick rumbling voice. “Born to have my cock.. between your lips. Just imagine.. how good.. it'll be to be fucked properly."

The words sent a spasm of fear through him and he hunched slightly before the next thrust drove all thought from him. He was drowning on the taste of the too swollen flesh that slipped through the ring gag and ruthlessly used his mouth. The pumping movements gathered up the spill of saliva coating him as he felt a creeping slide of heat running along his chest. His nipples began to ache, throbbing and making him keen out a sound that sent vibrations racing along the unicorn's cock.

The grip on his head tipped him forward as he was forced to meet the hips, each new thrust forward threatened to force even more down his throat. He was gagging again, choking and struggling while the apex of each thrust began to work towards the back of his throat. The sensation on his chest was growing more extreme, sharper feeling until it was helping to distract him from the lewd wet noises as he suckled on the cock. He tried to swallow his own saliva, his body running too hot, too sensitive, parts of his mind flaring to life at the taste and feel.

“That's right, you're doing so well…" Kalan rumbled at him in approval and some twisted part of his mind responded to those words. “Nnf.. that's right… Such a good boy, doing so well…"

Why the fuck did he like those words? His mind felt hazed in drugs to the point that he couldn't trust any reaction he gave in answer to Kalan's constant steady assault. Each new movement let him grab a breath down, gulping it, but when the tip plunged back in all Jacob felt was hot swollen skin and the hardened cock pushing into his throat. The stallion's other hand moved down to capture the underside of his chin, sliding down his throat.

The touch moved even lower until he was letting out a high pitched whimper, he couldn't stop himself as a thumb brushed against one of his aching nipples. The stallion's eyes blazed above him as there was a series of sudden thrusts, hard and deep, the wet noises ringing in his ears as the fingers pinched right against his tender nipple. It sent a shock down his spin and he cried out raggedly.

“You'll be mine, won't you pet? My personal fuck toy, taught only how to pleasure my cock." Kalan's voice was low with thick heat and suggestion. “You'll do what I want, won't you?"

Jacob wouldn't, he tried to deny it even as he felt the shaft pumping faster, the series of thrusts were growing so sharp and fast that he was nearly choking on them. Every move came with a feel of dark equine cock rubbing along his tongue, the precum oozing and drooling out along the edges of his mouth. The stallion didn't hold back, he seemed to have no interest in restraining himself, the finger on his nipple gave a roll and caused the human to arch back from the wall with a cry and his eyes teared up.

The cock tip drove back into his throat again, and his mouth was forced all the way down the too hard shaft. He was soon nearly pressed against the sheath as Kalan let out a harsh sound of pleasure, it was nearly mocking before the glistening length pulled backwards. The inches spilling out as the tip suddenly felt so much larger than it had when it had first pushed past the ring gag. He whimpered and choked, his throat aching before the stallion took a step back and stared down at him, the dark hand reaching up to pump along his own cock when the tip slipped free.

“All it takes… is magic." Kalan growled the words as his hand rubbed along his cock tip, thumb swiping up over the head and smearing the wetness now. “And you… are… mine.."

Each word was clipped and sharp, Jacob tried to move backwards, choking and feeling the tears tracing along his cheeks as the stallion's hand worked swiftly. The tip flared obscenely wide, too large, inhuman before a hot eruption of pearly cum began to spill outwards to spill against his chin, his open mouth, trailing down his cheeks as he let out an angry noise. Where it landed, the heat burned through him and he writhed in place as he balled his fingers up into fists.

The salty mixture landed on his tongue, he couldn't do anything about it, it slipped backwards as he let out a whimper. He tried to keep his eyes shut, but as he did, the finger on his nipple gave a sudden pull and he jerked in place. His eyes snapped down as the touch moved to slide along his chest, and gathered up flesh that was being dimpled down against the hard thick nails as the stallion let out a filthy sounding moan. The voice rumbling in desire and Jacob saw what was happening to his body.

His chest was covered in the fine chocolate brown hairs, interspersed with light and dark in turn, nearly covering all the way to his sides, but it was his chest he stared at in horror. The nipples were dark and pink looking, stiff and standing out from their point on top of soft mounds of flesh, breasts that stood out plainly against the dark equine hand that caressed him. As he watched, Kalan's thumb swept up and over the very tip before he let out a low sound of delight.

“A deer I think… not a mare this time." Kalan's voice was rich and dark like some poison candy. “You will be my sweet little doe. I'll name you Meera."

“NNNF!" Jacob protested, rolling his eyes up angrily at that, but the blood red eyes only fixed on him with amusement.

“You take my cock so well, Meera, you will learn even better." He said as he released his softening shaft, the length of it drawing up towards the sheath. “My greedy little slut, you'll crawl across coals for a single taste when your transformation is complete."

Jacob jerked his head wildly back and forth, trying to deny the words as he looked back down at the start of short fur covering what had been bare pink skin. This couldn't happen, it was impossible, it wasn't happening! He would not be this creature's play thing! He kept telling himself that as the taste of cum lingered on his tongue and a hand stroked down his back, rousing his nerves with a shudder of unwelcome desire.