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Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

Ezer froze for a moment when Navie got so close, his cold and damp forehead against the human's own, his eyes, his face, too close for comfort. I think I feel mostly fine but... Ezer turned to look back, he could swear that he had heard something just behind him, a wet breath on his nape. Its fine Ezer said when Navie told him what happened, she would have killed you added, just in case. Ezer seemed jumpy, uneasy, his eyes looking around, the nightmare still chasing him. What the hell is that thing? he asked, looking at Navie mush some herbs, my wound is gone, good job on that he looked at his shoulder, not knowing that Navie wasn't the one responsible. Ezer jumped on Navie, taking them both to the ground, alerted by a growl and a sudden movement, but once the moment passed, there was nothing there. What... the human mumbled, confused. The beast, the beast is following me he muttered, looking around for the creature of his dreams. Prone on top of Navie, he saw his disoriented expression. The witch did something to me, a curse or something, and now... ugh! he groaned, his eyes flickering red for a moment, now it's chasing me... but... Ezer had a strange feeling, perhaps a hunch. Something went wrong he got away from Navie, looking at his left hand. I stabbed her... it's... she didn't complete the spell, so you should be safe, right? Ezer asked, shaking his head after hearing his own words. Why did...? Ezer looked lost, wondering why he asked if Navie was safe, when the one cursed was him. It was just a hunch, just a bad dream, there was nothing else involved. It's... the dawn... he looked at the increasing brightness in the sky. The further we get from this place, the better a little bit of the usual Ezer seemed to take control of the situation, fumbling around, clumsily attempting to dress himself. The beast won't chase us during the day another hunch, but why was he so sure?
Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

The way he talked was like a paranoid man, distracted. Navie looked up, concerned, dazed, and then was suddenly tackled. The herbs ended up on the ground with the spoon. The boy's plush body was pinned beneath Ezer's, his eyes as wide as saucers as he stared up at the other man. He seemed awake now. He studied Ezer, listening to his mumbles, seeing the change in his eyes, analyzing the pattern of his words. He was half in a dream, half out, but more than that--the dragon was suddenly very aware of Proximity . It wasn't like Navie had a thing for Ezer. No. Definitely not. But with him over him, out of his armor, Navie was... well, he was distracted, is all, by the red-flickering eyes, and he was warm because Ezer had a fever.. that was all it was. It wasn't a blush that was creeping along his cheeks. Okay. Witches' curses are pretty bad, He finally managed to find his voice well after Ezer had unpinned him. He cleared his throat, sat up, still dirty. The short time of sleep he had acquired made him sluggish and his tail swung behind him to balance him as he came to his feet. He was a muddy mess, the magic clothing having completely mended themselves but not cleaned themselves at all. The satin clung to his form and his ponytailed hair had come half out of the tie, falling around his shoulders. He took a deep breath, But we can't just.. leave, can we? The contract did not compel them for a time, it merely didn't allow them to stop the mission. They could leave and regroup, come back and try again... it wasn't a bad idea, the way Ezer was muttering. And I'm... I can take care of myself, you know. He responded to Ezer's concerns about whether he would be okay, blushing again at the statement. Unlike him, Ezer seemed to be having a hard time keeping his thoughts to himself. If you think we should regroup for a time, then I'll follow your lead...
Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

I know that we can't just leave, I'm not stupid Ezer was angry, what was going on with him? What did that witch do to him? Why whatever she did made him worry about Navie of all people? It make no sense and drove him mad. But she fled, she's not here anymore he struggled with his clothes, taking way longer than usual to dress himself. Something inside him made him feel awkward about those garments, like he didn't belong in that skin. In those clothes. Clothes. Ezer shook his head, he really felt feverish, confused. Yeah, you better do... Ezer grunted as Navie said he would follow his lead, unable to think of anything else to add. Ezer finally managed to get ready, even if he looked uneven and disheveled, and they were ready to get into their horses and go. They seemed specially restless, even Ezer's mount, but once they were on them, they complied slowly taking them away. Ezer was looking around, muttering to himself and clearly unfit to continue with their mission for the time being. He still tried to behave professionally, carrying on with the discipline expected of him, but his condition made him react to things that weren't there. Dreams of a beast that echoed in the real world. As the day advanced, even as slow as they progressed, the duo managed to leave the Green Bog behind, and now at the sun of noon and with clean air on their lungs things seemed to have calmed down. Even Ezer behaved within reason, although unusually quiet when compared to the days before, his eyes still shifty. Whatever the witch had done to him, didn't make a dent in his appetite, it made it greater if anything, seeing him devour the rations. He was usually uncouth, having received a humble education before the army, but now he looked almost feral. This place is fine Ezer said, as the afternoon advanced into the dusk, orange giving way to purple. They were on a forest not far away, at least not far enough for the contract to make a number on them, and Ezer felt a strange calm within himself. He didn't feel as feverish or weirded out as before, an acceptance of sorts that the curse, whatever it was, started to wane as it seemed to be incomplete. Navie did seem to need a rest as well, he had been riding the better part of the day, and taking care of him the one before. We can camp here, recover our strength and then we'll chase her he affirmed, resting against a tree.
Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

Navie watched him with the confusion and morbid interest of someone watching a person slip into madness. The changes to his behavior made the dragon nervous, although not for his own well being, not really. He was far more interested in whether poison was going to drop Ezer into the dirt while he was riding the horse. As usual, mounting had been a pain, his horse biting him twice in the action before he was able to force himself atop it, but once they were riding away, the silence between them grew almost deafening. Navie would have liked to be alert. He thought he should be, but only sleeping three hours the night before was taking its toll on his senses. The violet dragon just road along behind Ezer, occasionally just allowing the horse the lead, and luckily, she walked behind Ezer's mount without any curiosity for the trees lining their path. When they finally reached a ways away, and the hours grew long, Navie having slipped off into a nap a few times while riding and nearly falling off before shaking awake, the dragon was pleased, but fully aware that being sticky and covered in mud was not to his pleasure. Down from the horse he slipped, managing not to get kicked in the process, and nodded at Ezer. She made her way to a nearby stream that Navie looked at covetously. Right. He took a deep breath, I'm going to go bathe a moment--or do what the equivalent of such a thing is in that creek, He gestured. Probably a little bit up river--not far. He assured, If something happens, call out. He grabbed the saddlebag on the side of his mount as she glared at him, dug through to find a simple robe to replace his clothing after he washed it properly and would need to let it dry itself. He moved over to Ezer, placing a few things in front of him before muttering an incantation and leaving a fire before him. While it was perhaps not the most efficient thing, the magical torches gave off heat and risked no wildfire, and he was too tired to gather up wood and start one himself. With that, he turned from the other man and wandered toward the creek, going just out of easy vision, obscured by trees, before he stripped himself down and washed the clothing he had been wearing first so that he could hang it off a branch as he bathed.
Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

Go, be all tidy and proper, you vain boy Ezer mocked with a gesture of his hand, a dose of his usual self. He purposefully ignored the fact that he had awoken almost naked and cleaned, so even if he had been unconscious he deep down knew that Navie had taken care of him instead of his own body, hence the need to voice his disdain. Don't take too long, princess, it's getting dark soon Ezer added, hiding his worries within an insult. Ezer tried to relax, as there was barely no trace of his worries, the strange aftereffects of the fight, and the nightmare seemed further and further away, its imagery and meaning blurred. Ezer looked at Navie go, trying not to think what he was about to do, how he was about to look. After all, it wasn't that he had any kind of interest in that... that... creature, right? He was not only inhuman but also a... a man. No, those things weren't right in the trenches, and they weren't right there. Not again. He leaned to the arcane fire, warming himself. Despite the dusk setting in as the sun disappeared behind the mountains, it wasn't a dark night at all, with the full moon shedding pale light upon Ezer, contrasting with the mystic one from the torches. Ezer hunched over, feeling like something had clenched his heart for a moment, its release making it beat wild, fast. Wha-? he mumbled, agitated. His skin felt like spiders crawled over, making Ezer to undress himself at the thought, checking himself and seeing that even the sensation persisted there was nothing there. Wait, wasn't his hair a bit darker and thicker or was it the light playing tricks on him? Ezer looked around, a howl resonating in his mind, something was wrong, the beast was here to collect their prize. Once again, he felt the hunch that the monster was here for Navie, not for him, but he didn't know why, and rushed towards the river in his undergarments with just a sword in his hand. Navie? Navie! he yelled, looking around for him. The beast! It's here! It has found- he called, desperate, his last words dying on his throat as the pain inside him made him fell to his knees. It was torture, his bones seemed to be unfit for his flesh, everything scratched and the world was full of light, noises and smells he couldn't perceive before. He wanted Navie to help, but at the same time he wanted him to run, to flee... but he couldn't utter a word, trembling and shaking under the force of the incomplete curse.
Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

Bite me. He responded to being called a princess, comforted by a bit of the banter they had been up to prior to this failure. Worrying over Ezer wasn't anything he was ashamed of--Navie worried frequently over many people it was part of his job in a group to worry, as he was talented with healing. He just didn't like that his worry seemed to be aimed at something he couldn't fix--a psychological tear that was out of his reach. Navie washed his clothing first, hanging it over the branch of the tree and scrubbing the boots thoroughly as well. He slipped into the cold water, refreshed and likewise forced awake by its icy grasp around his skin. Navie dipped his head beneath the stream and washed the mud from his violet hair, pulling it free of the ponytail and letting the curls fall nearly to the base of his tail at the bottom of his spine. Navie was not slender, nor was he muscular--more built in a plush, curvaceous way that spoke of his mother. He ran his palms over his body and swept dirt and mud away. He was nearing being completely clean, just a few more moments to feel perfect, when suddenly Ezer's voice sharply entered the air. A warning, a desperate cry for help, and then a grunt as Navie's eyes caught the vision of Ezer falling over in the nearby trees. The dragonkin left the stream hurriedly, his senses seeing nothing chasing Ezer and becoming confused. He grabbed the robe and pulled it on, an easy slip over his head that clung to his skin, the tan cloth reaching his knees just barely, as a dress might. It had a slit up the back for his tail, which left his ass visible when his tail moved the wrong way, but Navie hadn't expected to be rushing over to a fight in this. He dashed and leaned down over Ezer confusedly, the man completely naked and... was he furrier? There's nothing there, Ezer. What do you mean, a beast? He asked, trying to sound calm, though he was worrying more and more about the hallucinations the man was having. Navie cooed maternally as if to calm him, his ears sharply listening for anything around, but there just wasn't anything there. It was just Ezer.
Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

Ezer's body shook, twisted and trembled, spasms making his form contort under grunts of pain. His eyes abandoned the cold disdain of the blue and embraced the fiery red of a hungry creature. The forest fauna fell silent, no critters of birds daring to make a sound in the proximity of a greater predator, and now just Ezer's groans broke the silence. Soon his form seemed to swell, grow bigger, more muscular, cover progressively in more and more of that black hair. His bones crackled and shifted, making horrifying noises to accommodate his bigger frame, changing before Navie in seconds. His face was distorted by pain and soon more, sharp teeth getting bigger on a mouth that soon resembled a snout, his ears vanishing under the curse for new pointy ones to appear on top of his head. Ezer's hands reached to Navie's shoulders, almost a plea for help, holding him with unnatural strength even for the trained soldier, but soon those weren't hands any longer. Painfully holding his flesh, completing those enormous arms that framed Ezer's new body, were claws the ones on Navie's body, no longer human hands. A tail flew wild on the back of the figure that once was a man, swaying around, the form rising taller and taller, pushed by those hindquarters of his, all covered in black hair. The curse had run its course, and now Navie was in the claws of a werewolf. With his tongue out drooling heavily, the creature leaned in, sniffling Navie's face and making him smell the reek of his breath. It seemed to be a degree of understanding, of recognition in those red eyes, but not a semblance of humanity, and they betrayed a hunger for something. Ezer's lupine head closed in, seeming that he was to outright bite his face off, but instead his rough and muscular tongue licked him all over, trying even to push itself inside his mouth. A clawed hand made short work of the light tunic, leaving Navie as naked as the once man in front of him was, and the beast that he had become into clearly looked. For the first time, even if he avoided it, Navie could glance at what looked different in that sea of black hair, that dark and monstrous being. A hint of reddened flesh started to appear between Ezer's legs, a rapidly swelling lupine cock that looked glistening and tainted the air with its beastly musk. It was clear now that hunger wasn't what moved that beast, at least not in the usual sense.
Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

E...zer...? Navie's voice quaked as the change happened, the man, who was already much bigger than Navie, was growing to near giant proportions. The Dragonkin thought he should run--he should put distance between himself and Ezer, but at the same time, those eyes were clearly begging for help. The violet-haired boy couldn't decide what was the right course of action, and he had needed to decide on it quicker. Ezer's hands on his shoulders kept him still, the shift of his body changing that grip into claws that bore into his smooth skin and drew up blood. Navie, for the first time in his life, truly thought he might be about to die as Ezer's sharp-toothed muzzle loomed right in front of his face with a growl. But, instead, it was a different kind of death he was going to be introduced to complete humiliation. He couldn't move from Ezer's grip, couldn't escape the physical power holding him in place. Ezer's tongue slid across his smooth cheek, then his lips, pressing rough against them as he tried to force entrance. Navie tried to keep his mouth closed, but the way the animal was running his tongue across his face, he finally had to gasp for breath, and in that moment, Ezer's tongue slipped past his white teeth and tasted the inside of his mouth wantonly. He made a noise of protest, and then was treated to the sound of tearing fabric and the feeling of the chill air on his naked body. Oh, god. It was all he could think. He was sitting there, on his knees, in the forest, with an animal with only the vaguest traces of his ally's consciousness looming over him. He was being molested by the animal's tongue, gagged when it made it into his mouth, drinking thick saliva that barely seemed human, and when he finally managed to pull his head away, to duck it beneath the insistent and lurid kisses of Ezer's new form, Navie was unable to ignore the cock standing at attention between the animal's legs. Wait, no. You can't... He muttered, more a plea than a demand, and he somehow knew that anything he said would be ignored.
Thread: A Mother's Touch (Futaluv x Melevolence)

The air was humid inside the simple ranch styled house. A toasty 95 degrees outside. Every window was open and even a boxfan going in the kitchen to help cool the busty equine as she scrubbed the kitchen floors. It was summer time and she'd procrastinated the whole 'spring cleaning' this year. Now she was paying the price by sweating buckets despite wearing a pair of jean shorts and pink tank top, messy white apron covering her front as she worked. Yellow rubber gloves up to her elbows as she scrubbed away at the tiles to remove a winters worth of dirt and grime. Emma peered at the clock, forearm running across her forehead to wipe away the sweat. Her daughter would be home any time now. She'd lost track of the time. Tossing the sponge into the bucket beside her, the mature woman stood up. Rubber gloves making a loud snapping noise when they were pulled off her hands and joined the sponge in the bucket, landing on the rim. She didn't even have dinner started yet! Quickly washing her hands, the cold water feeling heavenly, then dabbing them dry on the cloth hanging from the counter, Emma strode to the fridge to get what she needed. She whipped up a cream of mushroom noodle casserole then tossed it into the oven. Finally removing her apron and grabbing the box fan, she unplugged it so she could bring it with her into the living room. Hooking it up and setting it in the corner of the room aimed her way, she flopped on the sofa to wait for her daughter to get home. Closing her eyes, a small smile spread to her lips. The house smelt like Pine Sol and soon the food would mingle. It hadn't been easy being a single mom but things had come together. That wasn't to say it had BECOME easy. Her child was still a bit of a handful. Mostly because of a special...quirk...she possessed. Something she'd been trying to help her deal with though as she got older it became a little harder to keep it under control. She feared she might have to take drastic measures.
Thread: A Mother's Touch (Futaluv x Melevolence)

It was the month of May, and Jessie was 18 and would be graduating high school in a couple weeks. It was an exciting time in her life, one of boundless opportunities and hopes for the future. She was a normal young woman, with just one exception. She had a massive cock instead of her lady parts. It was huge, as she was an equine, and it put most of the boys in her school to shame. Not that she minded, it made her very popular with some of the girls who were size queens and didn't mind that their big cock fix was attached to what was otherwise a perfectly normal female. She hopped up the couple steps to the porch of her home and entered, looking around and seeing her mom laying on the couch. She sniffed the air, a harsh, chemical smell hit her nostrils. Her mother had been cleaning. Hey mom, need any help with anything? Jessie asks with a smile. She knew first hand just how hard it was sometimes for her mom to work and take care of her at the same time, and Jessie was always grateful for the effort, so ever since she was little she always tried to make sure to help out whenever she could, even getting a part time job a couple years ago so she could make her own spending cash.
Thread: A Mother's Touch (Futaluv x Melevolence)

Emma's eyes opened quickly when she heard the doorknob turning. Rubbing her eyes and sitting up a bit, Emma had dozed off! The beautiful purple furred young mare came trotting through the door, causing Emma to smile a bit. Welcome home, love. She slowly stood, feeling a jolt of tightness in her lower back from having been on her hands and knees all day. Walking to Jesse, she wrapped her arms around her to give her a welcoming hug. No, no I'm down with the cleaning for today and dinner is already started. Why don't you go ahead and get changed. Dinner should be ready soon. Without much of a thought, Emma gave Jessie's shapely bottom a smack. A gesture she'd given ever since Jesse was just a toddler though she always forgot what kind of effects it might have on her child now that she was older and her hormones were in full swing.
Thread: A Mother's Touch (Futaluv x Melevolence)

Jessie loved her mom very much, but it wasn't strictly a platonic love. Jessie would like nothing more than to fuck her mom, make her feel happy like she hadn't since her shitty dad left when she was only three. She feels her mother's big, full breasts press against her, causing her cock to stir, then she felt the playful smack on her ass, which made her arousal more pronounced. Jessie and her mom were very open about sex, to the point of light, playful teasing. Jessie grinned, uping the ante and giving her mom's bug breasts a squeeze. Alright, will do. She says, walking with a little more sway in her hips. She went to her room, and grabbed her tiny shorts that showed off her bulge. She only ever wore it when she had the aforementioned size queens coming over for one of their sleepovers.
Thread: A Mother's Touch (Futaluv x Melevolence)

The older mare swatted at her daughters hands when they tried to grope her breasts, giving her a playful but disapproving smile. That girl was always up to something. Jessie had made it clear she was quite active sexually. It made her worried even though Jessie assured her she was being safe about it. Most parents had to worry their daughter might come home pregnant...in her case she had to worry about her daughter coming home a father. Watching her go upstairs, Emma shook her head a little and smiled slightly. Maybe it was time she did something special. To minimize the risk. Part of her felt weird thinking about it but the neglected side of her was willing to overlook it. They had a close relationship as it was. This would be fine...right? She went to busy herself to get her mind off it for now. She set the table, pulling their dinner from the oven. Serving them, Emma got herself a glass of wine and poured Jessie some of her favorite juice before sitting down to wait for her daughter to join her.