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Khevin screamed, flexing and pulling at the ropes, but it only made them dig deeper into his flesh. The zebra looked like a strong breeze would push him over, but he knew his knots, and now he stood in silence, staring at his prisoner as the kudu cursed him and tried to break free.

"Let me out! Fuck you! I'm gonna fucking *end* you, you piece of shit!"

The zebra said nothing. Khevin tried to swing his head, to at least catch the insolent striped fuck with the end of one of his massive horns, but the leather belt the zebra had wrapped around his neck tightened if he so much as tried to turn his head, cutting off airflow. Coughing, he looked back up at the ceiling of the barn, massive legs and powerful arms tensed against his bindings, his mind filled with fury and thoughts of revenge.

"They're never going to fucking find you, stripes. I'm going to fucking pulp you into meat. You'll spend the rest of your miserable fucking life eating through a--GAH!"

His words cut off as the zebra walked behind him and pulled down on a horn, making the leather belt tighten against his throat. He blinked and gulped, forcing air down and glaring up at his captor--until the hacksaw materialised. Panic flooded him and he began strugging again, but he had no hope of escape. In horror he watched the hacksaw descend towards his head and settle barely a centimetre up from where his horn emerged from his skull.

And then the sawing began.

Khevin would have screamed if he'd had the air. There was no pain, but every stroke of the saw made his brain shake like a boiling kettle and filled his ears with the crunch of breaking keratin. The zebra, for all the wiles and tricks he'd used to capture the kudu, was not strong; it took many strokes to finish slicing off the jock's first horn, and then start on the next. It felt like hours, and with every uneven swipe, Kheven felt a small piece of himself disappear. Unable to cry out, he simply wept, and the dust of his horns mixed with the tears and glistened on his cheeks.

When the second one fell, the sound it made as it hit the floor echoed through the barn. The rest was silence. Khevin's eyes were clenched shut, and when the pressure on his neck fell away, he took in a shuddering breath. His head felt...wrong. Light. His heart pounded in his chest and he forced himself to open his eyes. He couldn't understand why he felt so...

Naked.

The zebra moved into his field of view, holding one of the kudu's amputated horns in his hand. Khevin stared in horror at the piece of himself being paraded before him. Proof of what he was: a bull stud. Cut off like so much vestigial meat.

The zebra placed a hand on either end of the large horn, holding it horizontally out before himself like an offering. Kheven stared at him in fear and confusion. "What?" he croaked. "What do you *want*? Just tell me what the fuck you *want from me*!"

The horn swept down as the zebra's leg rose, and where they met, it simply...broke. A crack like a rifle bolt, and the horn was shattered. No neat cut at the base, this; no hope of potential re-attachment. The two jagged edges of the horn would never be reassembled now, and the zebra tossed them aside like garbage before approaching Khevin and slipping onto his lap like a stripper.

"I want to break you," he murmured, running a finger along the kudu's powerful jawline. "I want to make you a pathetic, beta litle cockslut." His hand rose, riding the throbbing veins of the kudu's head to the nub that was all that remained of his powerful horns. "I want to see Khevin the jock stud mewling like a little kudu cow. Because he doesn't have horns anymore, so what even is the fucking point of him anymore?"

"You...fucking--"

The slap was very hard. Khevin cried out, then fell silent in pure shock as the zebra got back to his feet and looked down at his prisoner with a sneer.

"I'll do the fucking around here, bitch."