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** Continues directly from chapter 1 **

In his dazed state, Rainstorm didn't even realize a few hours had passed with him having just sat there and stared at the floor between his hooves. He shook his head, then held it between his hands. What the fuck just happened? Where the fuck did all of this come from?!

The stallion got up to take a leak. After he flushed, he went directly to Miranda's room and entered without knocking.

The pup had been masturbating in her bed, evidenced by the large wet spot in her sheets and the fact that she had her fingers buried in her snatch. They were still for now, with the dhole's eyes locked on his. Slowly, he approached the cub, their eyes never separating. He knelt beside her bed, and his hand moved hers away from her crotch. The stud regained control when his hand felt the humid heat between the young girl's legs, after which he jerked from his seated position on her bedside and stumbled and tripped to the other side of the room.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he fell on his ass. His pajama pants were around his ankles, and his stallionhood throbbed needfully in the air. The last thing he remembered was flushing the toilet, and here he was, about to actively molest his charge. Poor Rain was confused as all hell, and it was taking nearly all of his willpower to not get up and replace Miranda's fingers with his own bigger, thicker, more calloused own.

His mind raced. The relatively pure, levelheaded thoughts had to compete ravenously for the ones where he imagined what she tasted like, how hot her little twat really was, how -- no, stop it! She wasn't in heat, he could tell, and even if she was he wouldn't be THIS affected by it.

He stood with the intent to leave the room entirely, but instead, he approached the cub again. The next thing he knew, his tongue was practically shoved down Miranda's throat as she squealed and came around two of his relatively huge digits with his strong thumb squeezed onto her clit. He froze as he felt her immature walls convulse around his fingers, and each one brought a new wave of moisture that sullied his hand.

The stallion's rational mind finally lost to his primal side at that point. He was fully aware of everything he was doing, he just couldn't stop himself anymore.

Rainstorm resumed his domineering kiss on Miranda, who began to moan and squeal around his thick, invading tongue as his two digits resumed pumping her underaged cunt. The poor sex was horribly overstimulated, but the discomfort only served to increase her arousal, it seemed. The canine pumped her hips awkwardly and sloppily up against the adult's hand, and soon yet another orgasm followed the one he had just brought on.

This went on until the discomfort raised up into a sharp pain whenever her walls were touched. She pushed the horse's hand away with both of her own and turned her head to disengage from the kiss. They both sat there and panted while the cub convulsed and whined in overstimulation, her lips now puffy with the inner pinkness a slight tinge of red from irritation. They locked eyes, kissed again, and without a word exchanged between them Miranda got on her knees and Rainstorm sat up with his thighs spread wide.

The mustang began to stroke himself while the little girl tended to his nuts again. Her tongue lavished each leathery inch, from where it connected to his sizable member to his taint so that she wore the balls like goggles and into the crook of each thigh. Her face fur was sticky and matted from her own saliva and the sweat and musk that such a stallion would have, especially with all of this excitement and no shower yet.

It was only a scant few minutes of Miranda being between her babysitter's legs before he shot off again. It seemed like he had a neverending supply of jizz, each orgasm at least as strong and voluminous as the last, if not more. His cum splattered all over the floor of the child's room, and as it tapered off it drizzled upon the dhole girl. She lapped up what dribbled its way down to his alternatingly clenched balls, but she stayed down there for the entire climax... And then kept going. And so did Rainstorm.

It was the same situation as when Rain was fingering the young girl, but instead of an overstimulated pussy, it was the horse's dick and balls that became oversensitive and aching. The entire time it had never gone down, and it looked like someone had taken a full bucket of jizz and just dumped it on the floor and the eleven-year-old. In the same fashion as earlier, it was the mustang's turn to push Miranda away.

In the afterglow, as they stared at each other, both could see a pink haze at the corners of their vision. Neither questioned it, though. The only thoughts on their mind right then were about how they wanted to continue to pleasure each other.

"I... I gotta get a... a towel," Rain managed to say, broken up with his ragged breath. Miranda nodded and stayed where she did, sitting in a sea of horsecum that made her slightly chubby body tingle with excitement.

Once the horse left the room, though, the pink haze began to fade from his vision, and he was finally able to have some actual clarity to his thoughts. He still couldn't believe or figure out what was happening. He had to go back into Miranda's bedroom, but even the thought of the little girl made his abused meat twitch with arousal. He had to get a hold of himself.

After he rounded up every single towel in the house, he came back to the cub's bedroom and peeked inside. She had climbed back on top of her sheets and passed out, still covered in spunk, which meant that her sheets had to be washed, too. He shook his head and set to work soaking up all of the spooge with the family towels.

Since Miranda was asleep, it seemed that his urges were greatly diminished, though occasionally his manhood would throb with need. And the pink haze had crept in at the very edges of his vision, he realized. With gradually increased difficulty concentrating, he tried to logically walk through what was happening. This couldn't be a regular thing between Miranda and her father, and this definitely wasn't a regular thing for the stallion either... He couldn't figure it out, though.

Soon, a majority of the mess was soaked up. There was still traces, practically residue, of his sin, but it could be cleaned up after he did some laundry. Rainstorm got all of the dirty towels together and did them in one big load with extra soap. As he meditated on the issue at hand, the stallion realized that the further away from the dhole girl he was, and the longer he stayed further away from her, the less affected by... whatever it was.

This is how he realized that Miranda was awake and approaching him. The pink haze slowly started to creep in around his vision, and before he could react appropriately, the child stood at the laundry room door.

Almost instantly, Rain was hard. A moment later, Miranda had her little jaw stretched around the tip of his cock with each of her little paws on each of his large nads. Only minutes later, Rain had yet another mess on the floor to clean up where the cub was coughing up what had to be at least a full lung's worth of jizz.

Once Miranda had recovered, Rain had her on her back and his big muzzle was between her legs. The canine arched her back and squealed as she was spread open by his equine tongue, the long and strong appendage which gave no quarter in its relentless invasion of her tunnel. In almost no time at all, the stud had the little girl squirting into his mouth with a power he'd only seen in the most sex-crazed mares.

They had this back and forth until they were both sore and aching once more, at which point they couldn't continue. By then, it seemed that the spell weakened enough for them to shrug it off and resume being themselves so that they could ponder what in the world was happening to them. This left Rainstorm to stare at his sin in the laundry room and the young girl to track it through the house.

At this rate, Rainstorm would have to invest in a mop and mop bucket. If he could survive until the evening, or at least gain some semblance of control, he could go to the store.

The stallion just stayed in the laundry room as the wash cycle finished, then stayed for the entire dry cycle, too. Since Miranda seemed to stay on the other side of the house, Rainstorm figured that all of the excitement finally took its toll on her small body and she finally passed out and stayed that way. Immediately after the towels finished in the dryer, they were used to clean the newest mess up and thrown right back into the washer.

Thankfully, Miranda continued to stay asleep. This gave the horse another chance to meditate on his current predicament. This had never happened to him before, and despite the little canine's apparent experience in using her mouth and given her shyness, Rain guessed that this hadn't happened to her before, either. As the stallion ticked off every possibility he could think off, he paced back and forth in the laundry room. Soon, he was out of ideas. With a sigh, he started from square one in his questions...

He went over everything he could think of multiple times while the towels finished their wash and dry cycle. He grew increasingly frustrated, as it had to be something obvious that affected him and the cub so intensely. He gathered the towels up in a basket and went slowly and cautiously back to the cub's room, making sure to wipe up any dribbles of his jizz on the way. Just as expected, the haze returned the closer he got to the girl's bedroom.

When Rainstorm peeked in, he was relieved to see that Miranda was fast asleep. She'd need a major shower soon, and her sheets would have to be washed, too. But that really wasn't his current concern, it was making sure that the mess on the floor was properly taken care of before it became too difficult to clean up.

As Rain walked over to the offending spot, he had an impulse to leer at the little dhole girl. He almost resisted it, but his erection that he just realized he had throbbed and the temptation grew too great. Miranda was laying on her side facing away from the affected stallion with her tail doing nothing to hide her cute little butt. As Rainstorm watched the cub sleep, she rolled over to her other side.

When the horse laid eyes upon the ring he had bought for her, the pink haze intensified for a moment.

The initial shock made him panic for a second, since he thought that his charge was about to wake up and more perversion would ensue. But just as quickly as the thicker mist came, it left. It took him a good couple of minutes to figure out that it was looking at the ring which made the haze thicker.

Then everything clicked in his head.

~

The other day...

"Hello, how are you today?" a mildly raspy voice greeted Rainstorm as he entered the antique shop. It was an older sphynx cat with all of the wrinkles of her species on top of her apparently advanced age.

The stallion was slightly off-put for a moment, but he pushed the unpleasant feeling down and aside. He gave a friendly smile and wave as he approached the counter. "I'm doing just fine today, ma'am. Yourself?" he asked as he looked at the various curios that were stored in the glass case.

"I'm doing just fine, thank you," she replied as she sized up the equine. "Looking for something pretty for a pretty girl?" she asked with a knowing grin.

The unease returned when she said that. "I... yes, how'd you know that?" he asked, his smile now gone and replaced with a worried frown. It was a face that the old cat had seen often, one she loved and wouldn't tire of seeing any time soon.

"Call it a hunch," she murmured as she bent down slowly to the case. She retrieved a tray of jewelry from the bottom shelf and presented it to the mustang. It was filled with mostly gold and silver bands with engravings ranging from basic lines to intricate weaves. A few had jewels set in them.

His eyes were drawn to one, a pretty silver band with what looked like emeralds embedded in it. The sphynx gave a little cackle and pulled it from the felt holder. "You like this one?" she asked while she handed it to the tall male. Upon closer inspection, it was definitely far from mint, with a few of the lines Rainstorm had initially mistaken for intentional carving to be blemishes. The horse nodded a couple of times as he turned the piece of jewelry over in his hand.

"How much?"

"Normally... It would be two hundred. It's a very special ring, you see... It belonged to Amoura of Egypt. She was a... shall we say, successful breeder, and this is her symbol of virility and fertility. But, for you..." The cat took on a thoughtful face for a moment. "Fifty dollars. I like you. You'll like it. Your girl will like it."

Rainstorm looked skeptically at the feline. He really liked the ring, and the price wasn't bad for what it was... He didn't really care much for the backstory to it, it didn't matter much to him if it was Amoura's or the last Pharoh's. "Do you take debit or credit cards?" he asked with a smile.

After they completed the transaction, the sphynx waved to the mustang. "Enjoy! Take care!" she called. He returned the sentiment over his shoulder as he walked out the door.

~

Rainstorm lept forward to grab the ring to try to remove it, but his gradually increased efforts at pulling the ring off of Miranda's finger was futile. He couldn't even wiggle it back and forth or twist it in place: the ring was entirely stuck in place. The horse thought to himself, "We need to go back to that shop," right before the cub woke back up. When the pink haze intensified, Rain sighed and shook his head before he simply gave in from the start. It was futile to resist the call of either of the canine's lips due to the ring, he told himself as he lowered his head.

One long session of gratuitous sex with a minor later, he had yet another mess to clean up. Once he was able to think even somewhat clearly, Rain was annoyed at the repeated cleaning he had to do. Along the same vein of thought, he was amazed at his ability to continually put out such a large volume; it obviously had to do with whatever magic was in the ring, but then the magic itself amazed him. And then the fact that there was magic at all amazed him...

And while he thought about the ring and its magic, he remembered the sphynx woman. He sat up suddenly on the bed and wiped his mouth with the back of an arm. "Miranda, you need to go shower, we've got to go somewhere," he said with sudden urgency. "I'll be using your parents' shower. Hurry!" Before the dhole girl could even make a proper response, the horse had hopped up and ran out to get himself cleaned up. A moment later, on shaky knees, Miranda went too.

Rain was the first to finish in his urgency, so while the cub finished herself up, he got himself and dressed and fetched clothes for her to wear. If the pattern held up at all, he had at most an hour before the ring before recharged, as he thought of it, and he would lose control of himself again. He definitely couldn't have that happen when they were out and about.

When the towel-clad girl came downstairs from her shower, the equine was glad he had packed thick, heavy sweatpants, as his member dropped from its pouch at the sight. He didn't say anything besides "hurry" as he practically threw the chosen clothes in Miranda's face. He ran around to find his wallet and keys, then used the remote start to make sure the cool air would be ready for them when they got in. He had to keep nagging for the girl to hurry up, but they were soon making their way downtown.

Rainstorm had Miranda sit in the backseat to try to avoid issues with her and her ring distracting him while he drove, but of course there was still the rearview mirror for him to leer at the child against his will. Subconsciously, he reached down and squeezed his once-again erect member through his sweats. Hopefully, there was parking available near the storefront.

It seemed like an agonizingly long drive, but they finally came to the nondescript building that only had simple lettering in the window that said "Worldwide Curios." Mercifully, there was a parallel parking spot right in front of the door. Rainstorm parked and had Miranda run in first so that he would have a chance to will his erection down before he stepped out himself. It didn't work, unfortunately, but they would be taking care of the whole situation soon anyway.

Before he ran out with his dong tenting his pants, though, he looked both ways on the sidewalk to make sure no one was coming. His luck just kept on going, it seemed, and he quickly ran from his car to the store. He burst in and was ready to yell before he saw that the clerk wasn't the same sphynx lady from before, but a male black cat. Miranda had stayed by the door and looked around to not make eye contact with the stranger while she waited for Rain.

"Welcome back," the shopkeep purred. "I take it the ring is working well?" He gestured languidly from the dhole girl to the stud, mainly his massive tent. "Jhala said you might be coming back."

"The ring, I -- who's Jhala? Who are you? Where's the owner?" Rainstorm had to shake his head to keep his thoughts clear in such proximity to his young charge. "I need a refund on that ring." His voice was raised and he spoke fast, barely giving the feline a chance to reply.

"I'm Maxwell," he said once he was given the chance. "Jhala is the old cat you spoke to before, and she's also the owner. She's not here, though, she's off on a little trip to collect more merchandise. Unfortunately, I don't know when she'll be back. Either way, the ring of Amoura can't simply be returned. Come here, girl," he said while he fingered her to come hither.

Miranda jumped a little bit at being addressed and looked from Maxwell to Rain. The stallion looked uneasy, but he put a hand gently and reassuringly on the young canine's shoulder blades to lead her forward towards the cat. As she approached, she held out her hand with the ring on it for the attendant to look at.

Maxwell gently pulled and twisted on the ring, which predictably stayed firmly in place. "You see, as you know, Amoura was a breeder of slaves in Ancient Egypt, but sometimes... Sometimes the slaves were less than willing to cooperate, even with the threat of death." As he spoke, he gently traced his finger along the rim of the ring. "And at the time, they couldn't afford to waste such valuable breeding stock.

"So Amoura convened with the gods, and they granted her the magic to play matchmaker, basically. And so she put that magic into several of these rings, and she these rings onto females. From there, the rings could not be removed until the female was impregnated, and the resulting attraction to that female -- from all males -- meant that it was guaranteed that she'd be impregnated eventually. Sometimes a poor girl would be locked in a cell with a dozen males until the ring could be removed."

"Okay, that's -- there's a kid here, you know!" Rainstorm snapped, and then snatched the cub's hand from the ebony feline. "And, I c-can't, I -- she's so young! I'm supposed to be babysitting her!"

Maxwell chuckled. "As soon as I saw her and the ring, I was able to put two and two together. Jhala knew you'd be coming for a gift, but the details were too fuzzy, and she does like to cause trouble." The cat shrugged. "I don't know anything besides the story. Apparently, it holds some truth since you're back..." He paused to grin in a scummy, amused way. "But I don't know anything else about it. Nothing helpful. You'll have to wait for Jhala to return."

Rainstorm shook his head and let out a frustrated snort. "I don't have however long she's going to be gone. Her parents are only out for the weekend, I... I need to fix this before they get back, or else... Or else whatever consequences there are, I'll make sure this place gets its fair share!" The stallion had risen into outright shouting at this point.

The feline held his hands up calmly and defensively. "You didn't get a receipt, you didn't pay by card..." He gave a chuckle. "Realistically, you've got no proof you were ever here. Nothing to tie us to your predicament." He held up a finger. "But, I'm certain things won't go awry with the law. I know her father won't be affected, nor will any young boys. You're really the only one that's attracted to her at this point. Just make sure that you're not around her for long while her parents are around." He smiled as he rested his chin on his hands on the counter. "So just play it safe until Jhala returns."

Rainstorm was still pissed, and it was evident all over his face. "As long as... As long as I play it safe, I guess," he finally conceded with an exasperated sigh. "Can you take my number, so you can let me know when Jhala gets back?"

"Certainly. Gladly, even."

The horse gave Maxwell his cell number before he departed with the dhole girl.