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An uncapped Sharpie marker hit Jon in the back of the head. "Hey fag boy, why don't you stick this in your ass and see if it writes when we pull it out!"

Jon hated his roommate. The odd-toothed otter had transferred to this college in his junior year, knowing nobody and having nothing. He was sorely regretting his decision to trust in karma and the roommate matching system to place him in a dorm room with someone compatible or at least bearable. No such luck or justice were to be had, and here he was stuck with Drag.

The horse was an absolute terror. At the college for a year, studying abroad from Australia, he seemed to have traveled across the ocean with the express intention of antagonizing unassuming otters. Since Jon customarily made no pretense about his predilection for the fellas, or maybe because he was a musician or just because he was thin-framed, Dragonnan the black muscled stallion had no end of mean-spirited fun at the tan-furred otter's expense. Always bringing over his buddies from the tennis club, drinking in the room, and making jeering remarks whenever Jon was unfortunate enough to be in the room, as he was now. Not to mention the several females he'd already brought back to bed and fucked roughly and loudly when Jon was trying to sleep.

The otter huffed and kicked the fallen marker to afar corner of the room. All he wanted was to go take his shower in peace and then retreat to the study lounge to hang out until the tennis threesome deserted the room. "You guys think about sticking stuff in my ass more than I do, Christ." Jon grabbed his body wash bottle from his desk, and his towel from where it was hung up neatly under his bed loft. Trying to appear as indifferent as possible, he slung the towel over his shoulder and shuffled towards the door without even a look in the direction of Drag and his buddies.

The horse was determined to not let the sabertoothy otter have his victorious exit, and he stood up and reached out as the lutrine passed, grabbing his towel and holding it up beyond the shorter male's reach. "Well at least you think about it because you LIKE it, and we think about it because it's FUNNY," the stallion sneered, tossing the otter's towel to his other hand just in time to avoid a grab that would have returned the cloth to its rightful owner. "Whassamatter, Snaggletooth want his blanky back? Awwwww!" Drag's friends, a jaguar and another horse, snickered at the moniker and the game of keep-away, as dumbly amused as Drag was at the otter's exasperation.

Even the black stallion tired of the game eventually though, and finally just dropped the towel on the floor to his side. With a suffering and hateful look, Jon bent down to snatch it up...but by no means was his embarrassment over.

Drag took the single second of the otter's guard being down to step beside him and deftly pinch the waistband of his athletic shorts, then yank them down all the way to the otter's feet. He and his buddies immediately realized that that was all Jon had been wearing.

The otter gasped, straightening up immediately and forgetting about his fallen towel completely now that he was standing naked in front of his tormentors. The seated jaguar and horse echoed with gasps of their own, followed by guffaws. "Look, little pussy's STILL not used to being naked in front of other guys. Dunno HOW he gets laid like that!" The other horse sniggered and pointed at Jon's crotch, where his hands were now desperately clamped to prevent everyone seeing his privates again, which even in his panic he knew would only be a source of ridicule for any reason.

He underestimated his roommate's sadisticness though, and soon regretted not using a hand to protect his rear. Before the action could register in the otter's mind, Drag had picked up another marker from the same pack as the earlier projectile, and, with only a smirk and a glance behind the lutrine for aim and a lightning-fast grab and lift of his rudder, pressed the blunt end against the otter's anus with enough force and a little twist that it slid in right to the clip in one go.

Of course, the seeming ease of insertion did not translate to a lack of discomfort for the otter. Going bug-eyed and whipping one hand around to his rear end to frantically grab at the intruding marker, he let out a shocked grunt that was also half-moan. His other hand was now doing an insufficient job of covering his private area, too, which didn't go unnoticed a bit by the feline and equine sitting down nearby.

The horse remarked, "Better hung than I thought he'd be. Still got nothin on us, eh Drag?"

The jaguar cackled. "Better not do too much with that marker, Drag, you're gonna get the faggot hard and we'll have to see what he's REALLY made of down there!"

Dragonnan took the "advice" to heart and gave the fat marker another twist, this time inside the otter. Jon felt the uneven shape of the shaft of it stretch out his ring the opposite way now, and couldn't hold in another grunt-moan as he kept fumbling around behind him with one hand, trying to tug the marker out. His stallion roommate had no intention of letting that happen though, and held the marker firmly in place, leisurely tapping on the exposed capped end so the otter could feel the vibration.

"Get...it...fucking...ahh!!...out!" Jon winced, the marker jammed uncomfortably far up his rectum, and the skin all over his body tingling in a half blush, half adrenaline surge from the shock of being impaled so suddenly and dry to boot.

While Jon struggled to cover himself and grapple with Drag for control of the marker, the jaguar rose and ambled behind the otter to leer and watch. He grabbed the cap of the Sharpie between his fingers, roughly jiggling it around and pushing it as far in as the clip would allow. "Why can't ya talk, Snaggletooth? Cat got your bum?"

The three cohorts raucously laughed it up at the timelessly witty quip, but then quickly tired of the game. The jaguar returned to his seat and Dragonnan uncaringly yanked the marker out of Jon's asshole, tossing it into his deskside trashcan in the same motion. "Pull your damn pants up, otter, we don't wanna see your faggy dick." Watching Jon scramble to pull up his shorts, pick up his towel, all while his thick fuzzy rudder was shamefully tucked over his ass, the stallion smirked and flicked his own tail. "And keep my markers out of your fuckin asshole from now on. I don't wanna have to throw away anymore of them."

Jon threw a hateful, wounded glare at his roommate, looking right in his eyes for an instant. Drag was taken slightly aback at the forcefulness of the look...the otter's eyes could have glowed red for all the intense loathing they contained.

Now re-clothed and armed with his towel and the body wash bottle that he'd dropped upon being pantsed, Jon stomped out of the room without a further word. He showered furiously, washing his smarting asshole several times and huffing air out of his nose in rage. He almost wished the devil himself would show up and fuck the douchey stallion into submission. The thought did bring a rueful smirk to the otter's face that lifted his upper lip and made his fangs even more prominent. Now THERE'd be the karma and justice the roommate-matching was missing...

* * *

Dragonnan's eyes slitted open painfully. His whole body felt sore and stretched...and strangely difficult to move more than a couple of inches at a time.

The disoriented stallion let his eyelids hover halfway closed, trying to check in with each of his senses. The only light entering his eyes was an eerie red glow, and there was still that curiously leaden feeling in his arms and legs especially. Plus his feeble, groggy attempts at movement were hindered by something...his limbs felt restrained. The most alarming sensation of all, though, was what he was hearing.

Nothing. He only heard a scary, mind-blowing dead nothingness all around him.

The stallion tensed his muscular body, willing his eyes to open fully and blink several times to clear his vision. That awful red glow...it seemed to emanate from a spot just beyond his splayed, immobile legs. Drag strained to raise his head and look for the source of the light. He found it immediately, and with a sinking chill throughout his entire body that nearly made him piss himself when he realized just where the light was coming from.

Eyes. Eyes at the foot of his bed.

"Shit!! SHIT!! What the--" In the middle of his terrified exclamations, Drag felt his throat suddenly seize up, and no matter how much he tried to move his muzzle and force sound out, he couldn't. It was just like every nightmare he'd ever had where he couldn't run fast enough, or couldn't even scream...and now he could only stare in frozen, wide-eyed horror at what was just beyond his bed past his feet.

His eyes finally adjusting to the low lighting, utter darkness besides that otherwordly red emanation, Drag's mind buzzed as he realized piece-by-piece who the eyes belonged to. He saw light tan fur, a tall but compact body, a shock of brown headfur standing up in a ridge...and a condescending smirk between two protruding white fangs.

Drag's roommate's eyes burned a silent crimson, illuminating the blackness around them only enough for the horse to see that they seemed to be in their room still...but everything seemed a bit hazy and out of focus, and there was that horrible deafening silence that cast a pall over the familiar scene. A whimper tried to escape Drag's throat, but he swallowed it down and found that he seemed to be capable of speaking again.

He saw this horrible warped version of his otter roommate still smirking and unmoving, arms crossed, by his bed, and gathered the courage to address him, in a voice that shook far more than he wished it would. "J-Jon...is that you?"

The terrifying otter incarnation only laughed by way of letting out a short rumbling purr, and even from that Drag detected an unearthly low undertone to the vocalization that was never there in the otter's voice before. The sinuous undercurrent to the sound made Drag's body shiver, and there was that slackening feeling around his bladder again that he was grateful didn't yield any results. Then the otter spoke with the same double-tracking several octaves under his usual voice.

"Mostly. I've just brought over a new friend of mine to play. Hope you don't mind, since yours are always over too."

The deep rumble in Jon's voice made Dragonnan quake, but he mustered more tremulous questions. "What...are you? Where is this?"

Another laughing purr, and Drag heard the otter's overactive tail give a leisurely flop behind him on the floor. "Well, as I said, I'm mostly good ol' Jonny-boy. The rest is a helpful demon that decided to assist him. And we're in our room, dumbass. I've just made some...modifications to it to be more conducive to the fun I like to have. For instance, we're in total imposed isolation. Slightly different dimensional displacement. Nothing your mortal little head would understand. Just know that no one will be able to hear anything, see anything, or even enter this room. We're nice and alone for the night. Oh, and the restraints...I'm sure you've noticed them!" The otter uncrossed one arm and waved a finger at the horse's limbs.

Drag looked fearfully to his wrists and ankles. Just as the rest of the objects in the room seemed oddly blurry and unfocused in the dim glow of the possessed otter's eyes, so did the smoky, indistinct tendrils that wrapped around his forearms and fetlocks. They looked like they were writhing and flowing around his limbs, but he couldn't actually feel them, only the restraining effects. They didn't even seem tethered to anything, they just sure felt like they were.

The whimper actually left Dragonnan's throat this time. The stallion licked his lips and tried not to panic. "What kind of...demon are you?"

The otter's head rocked side to side as he mused. "Not really any KIND. Just your garden-variety guardian-devil I suppose. Though there's certain things each of us likes and takes particular pleasure in assisting in."

"Then...what do you like?"

This time the demonic presence within Jon didn't have to hesitate or consider. "Rape. I mostly like rape."

Drag felt too numb and horrified to question or answer any further, his mouth parted, speechless.

"Mostly to those that deserve it though. And the rest, to those who I know will actually like it. I'm a devil, not a monster." The otter chuckled at his own remark, or that of his "visitor". "You, for instance, fall into the former category. And...I have a suspicion you may end up firmly in the latter as well."

While Dragonnan's mind reeled and his stomach sank as he realized what a nightmare he'd entered, Jon uncrossed his arms and placed his palms on the foot of the bed, grinning an awful grin and sensuously rubbing the sheets. For the first time, the horse processed the fact that the possessed otter wasn't wearing a shirt...and he soon realized that the other male actually wasn't wearing anything at all. Drag wasn't sure if it was just the dim glowing light from the lutrine's eyes casting small shadows, or if the otter seemed more defined and chiseled in this hellish form than ever before. The otter's abs rippled with his unsettling rumbly purr, and his hair stood up in a ridge in the middle of his head. The latter effect would have been comical or cute in a normal context, but now it was a dominant and oddly menacing statement.

Jon continued rubbing Drag's bedsheets, his hands moving up and up past the stallion's bound and trembling legs, until the tusked otter lifted his own leg up to the edge of the bed and climbed onto the mattress to continue his encroachment. Slow, inexorable, unnerving...those unspinning red orbs in his eye sockets engulfing the poor horse's vision until they became fiery molten planets of their own, looming lascivious and dreadful at the same time in front of the paralyzed and mesmerized stallion. When Drag's eyes faltered from the otter's monochrome glare, they inexplicably traveled their gaze downward on Jon's body...fearfully glancing at what was dangling between his deranged roommate's legs below his hotly advancing form. The penis was still completely flaccid...but did it already seem slightly fatter and longer than it had that afternoon when Drag had exposed it and casually glanced at it? Surely a trick of the hellish lighting and the horse's racing mind...

The otter's otherwordly purr turned slowly into a deep chuckle. "Well now we start the festivities...you sure are overdressed! Didn't you get the memo? This little party is no-clothes-allowed." Even at three-quarters the mass of the stallion, Jon managed to be quite imposing at the moment through his newfound powers. The otter hooked a de-webbed finger into the sleeping-shorts of the restrained horse. "ALLOWED," he repeated, tugging the front of the elastic band down with one finger confidently enough that even the back of the garment slipped down and off despite the pressure between Drag's butt and the bed. Drag moaned and involuntarily arched his pelvis as his pants were removed and his privates exposed.

Even the sadistic demon-otter stopped at this point to simply admire and salivate over the luscious display of pure size and manhood that he had revealed. The horse cockily wore nothing underneath his comfortable athletic shorts for sleeping, and Jon's firm tug of those shorts down to Drag's knees and further was more than adequate to reveal the pulsing plump sheath and heavy hanging scrotum between the stallion's legs.

Dragonnan moaned in protest. "Noooo...don't take my shorts off...please stay away from me..."

Jon chuckled at the newly naked larger male. "Whassamatter, horsey? Poor little pony scared of me now?" The otter gave a mean flick of one finger right on the fat bulbous ballsack nestled between the stallion's legs, causing a sudden jerk and shocked cry from Dragonnan. Once the horse was settled back down but still quivering in helplessness, Jon returned his attention to the horse's ample nuts. He traced a single claw up them, from the very bottom of the balls resting on the bedsheet all the way to the lips of the loose, wet sheath...and then beyond that, following the impressive length of the Drag's member as the tiny prick of stimulation made it slide from the sheath and lay along the horse's own rippling stomach. When the otter's finger finally reached the tip of the fully engorged shaft, it playfully gave a couple taps to the blunt head, right on the pisshole.

The guilty moan the tap-teasing brought from the horse's mouth made the demon-otter grin. Drag watched in horror as Jon extended his index finger, and the claw on the end with it. The other fingers wrapped around the end of his dick to hold it in place, then that single claw lowered towards the slit. Drag clenched his whole body in anticipation and tried to hold as still as possible as he felt the small intrusion sounding the first quarter-inch of his tender urethra, eyes screwed shut both in concentration and so he wouldn't have to watch. He felt so defeated and violated...which was exactly where the otter's possessor wanted him.

After only a few seconds that seemed like a dozen minutes to Drag, Jon removed his claw and used it instead to trace menacing circles in the horse's stomach fur. Drag gulped, again to the otter's high amusement. "Even the biggest, baddest horsey doesn't stand shit against your average sex-demon possession. So typical..." The otter abruptly moved his hand to give a medium-strength upward smack to Drag's laxly hanging nuts. His horrid fanged grin only widened watching the stallion howl and writhe in the aftermath of the swat, the smacked nuts contracting upward in their thick sack.

Jon then almost tenderly slipped his hand under the balls, squeezing and lifting them ever so slowly out of the way to get the view that he really wanted: that of the fleshy, prominent ring nestled between Drag's muscular ass cheeks. Dragonnan and his lackeys had hit upon one kernel of truth in all their teasing; the otter WAS quite anally obsessed, and was relishing his newfound power to turn the tables and see the horse's own butthole.

"Will you look at that now.... Asshole bully horses have assholes too. I thought those were just on helpless squeaking little otters, to be exposed and played with and violated no matter who was around!" The demon's gaze was almost literally hungry as he saw Drag's anus clench in fear of repercussions.

The horse struggled once again, just as futilely as every other time. "But! You liked it! You wanted what I did to you, you had a boner even!!" Drag blurted desperately, then gasped as the otter squeezed his nuts in a vise-grip in response.

The otter was gruffer and less gleeful now. "Careful there, I could say all of that about you right now, and probably with more truth. And in further interest of paralleling...now I get to play with YOUR asshole. Ever had anything up there? Even a rub across it? Even once from any of those dumb sluts you've convinced to bounce around on you while I'm trying to sleep?"

Instead of answering (the demon already knew the negative answer anyway), Dragonnan, bug-eyed, yelped, "Just lemme go!!"

Jon's eerie multi-layered voice jumped an octave as he mocked. "'Lemme go!! Lemme go!!'" The otter issued an unusually booming and hearty laugh at the black stallion's expense. "Oh sure, I'll let you go. Just like you let me go earlier in the room. Just like you let...I dunno...you let your cat buddy play with the marker in my butt. Yeah, I'll do just that." He brought a finger to Drag's taint and pressed the pad right in the middle of the anus, giving it a vigorous wiggle so the horse could feel the friction there. "GOD, I can't wait to use this new power to see anyone's asshole I want! Oh wait, did I just take 'His' name in vain? Oops."

The otter dropped Drag's nuts and flipped onto his back with sinister ottery grace, reaching under the horse's bound thighs and using the grip to pull himself face-first right into that swollen sack. The demonic purr returned mightily as Jon lifted Drag's nuts again from below, wasting no time burying his nose against the stallion's asshole, and then his tongue. Dragonnan felt a race of reality-checking fear as he realized that there was definitely an extra heat radiating from the otter's merciless ministrations that could easily be attributed to a boost in hellish hormones. Jon didn't relinquish his hold on Drag's huge balls, firmly holding them not so far away from his face that he couldn't still sluttily and lustily inhale their spicy musky scent while he slobbered and slurped on the horse's virgin anus to his own burnt, twisted heart's desire.

In a despairing last-ditch effort, Dragonnan managed a panting whimper of "Please...I'm begging you don't do this to me..."

The otter chuffed against Drag's hole, scoffing at his pitiful pleading. "Don't do what? This?" Of the hand that wasn't occupied holding the horse's testicles out of the way, Jon brought a finger right close to his own face and in one ecstatic go wiggled the finger into Drag's butthole, worming it all the way in and immediately finding the spongy prostate. The demon-minded lutrine had no mercy in setting about tap-tap-tapping the nub with his fingerpad, almost squealing with delight himself at the way it made the stallion uselessly thrash around and sob. The base of the otter's finger tugged at the rim of Dragonnan's anus as he dug around in there, before Jon quickly slipped the finger out and shoved his tongue in there in its place. "Don't do THAT? Is that what you mean? Don't put stuff in your poor little virgin horsey ASSHOLE?"

Dragonnan again avoided the obvious baiting question. "Why are you doing this to me?"

While the otter mused on his response, he idly sucked on the horse's slightly opened hole. Even with his hand only cupping the stallion's balls, he could tell Drag's ignored shaft must be twitching and jerking and leaking all over the place by the way Drag's taint kept clenching right by his chin. "Why? Huh. Guess I never thought about it. 'Cause it's fun? 'Cause I love playing with peoples' buttholes? 'Cause you deserve it? Take your pick."

The otter pushed himself back away from the horse's ass crack, flipping back over onto all fours between Drag's spread legs. He closed his thumb and first finger into a tight ring at the very base of the stallion's massive mottled cock and playfully swayed and flopped the member around in front of him, simultaneously sliding the other hand under Drag's ballsack and slipping a finger back up his butt. "Man, if I'd always had toys like these maybe I wouldn't have grown up to be such a little devil!" Jon grinned and huffed at his own terrible jokery even as Dragonnan cried and moaned and protested his molestations.

Suddenly the demon-form grabbed Drag's forelock of hair, forcing the horse to look right into his pupil-less red eyes as he lewdly licked his palm, slobbering it up and sucking his own fingers. The saliva-slickened hand lowered to the otter's own dick, now standing proudly in its full supernaturally-enhanced glory, the palm grasping the shaft with an underhand grip, rubbing fresh spit all up and down the length. "You're lucky I like a nice sloppy fuck once in a while, 'cause I've entered holes that I've prepared less than I just did yours. You're also lucky to be a horse and have such a nice wide thick asshole. Not that this thing's gonna be easy to take no matter what..."

As if to emphasize the object he was referencing, Jon gave his cock a hard swat, grunting at the masochistically pleasing sting. Just to get himself even harder, the demon side of the otter's mind indulged one of Jon's own pet kinks, and used the same hand to smack the underside of his own small, pulled-up scrotum HARD, a dozen times in a row. A howl escaped from the otter as he arched his back, but then that trademark grin returned as the heat in his balls crested. His burning tongue caressed one of his fangs as he finally lowered himself toward the horse, picking Drag's balls back up so he could nestle his penis under them and press the hot tip of it against the stallion's warm slick anus.

"Now...wasn't this what you were saying not to do?" The otter flexed his cock and pushed it forward, forcing the tip in and then not stopping his agonizing slow insertion, pressing every millimeter in right after the last and feeling Drag's ring stretch out around him. Jon shuddered in pleasure, propping himself up with a hand on either side of Drag's torso so he could hover over his roommate and stare into his tearful face with wicked, sadistic glee.

The otter was well aware of the horse's massive length straining and flexing between them, but chose to ignore it. That comes later, Jon thought with an evil grin to punctuate his mental pun.

It only took a minute or so for the otter to fully stuff his engorged cock into the horse's hole, and once his soft tuft of pubic fur rested against Dragonnan's ballsack, Jon took another half a minute to just wiggle and situate himself comfortably inside there. Comfortably for the otter, of course; the stallion was thoroughly unused to the feeling, and though Jon's cock wasn't nearly as impressive and hole-destroying as Dragonnan's, taking it up the virgin hole was no mean feat. Not that the demon-otter cared or let on that he did.

"Go ahead, whine and cry and yelp all you want, little horsey. Ain't nobody gonna hear you until I decide I want 'em to." Jon experimentally slid out a couple inches and then reinserted, causing a satisfied grunt from himself and a pained wince from the impaled horse. The exercise was repeated, the otter pleased to notice the lessened friction with each hump, and Drag's horrified protests simmered down to a more constant whimper and occasional involuntary clench of his ass. The latter only encouraged the toned demonic lutrine to thrust more confidently, sliding out more of his penis each time before slamming it back in right into the hapless horse's prostrate.

Soon the time between each thrust dwindled to nothing, and the otter set up a steady rhythm, one that he could keep up all night if he wanted to, due to the demon's host's enviable and sometimes even frustrating stamina. But while the minutes slipped by in a glowing bliss for Jon and his possessor, each second ground into Dragonnan's mind as his ass was plundered humiliatingly, and by the cock of his favorite target to pick on for liking just this act done to him. And every second he prayed to whatever the opposite of the visiting demon was that the otter wouldn't notice the fact that the mottled, ringed cock laying on Drag's stomach hadn't flagged a bit and in fact was leaking and twitching feebly with each mercilessly accurate thrust against his prostate.

Alas, the aimless prayers were futile. Jon straightened up, placing his palms on Drag's thighs to perfunctorily spread them. The otter smirked down at the horse, greedily fueling his fucking with the sight of the utterly exposed stallion's privates. Without breaking his rhythm for even one pump, Jon picked up the silently-pleading cock that was laid out for him and gave the medial ring a couple of mocking strokes. "What do I have here now? A clear and irrefutable sign of enjoyment and arousal? Seems like it to me!" Jon's hand gripped the cock and rubbed up and down, increasing the speed quickly and finding that he got the best response by focusing right on that ring in the middle.

"Nuh...no I don't...ohhhhhhh I don't like it, I can't help it!" the pained stallion grunted out between catching breaths. Jon ignored him except for turning his seemingly lidless glowing gaze back to the stallion's face, and timing his jerks of the horse's cock right with each forward push of his hips.

When a numbed sort of heat began to spread throughout his entire body, Dragonnan realized that his wick was much shorter than his more orgasmically stalwart roommate's, and that if the otter kept up exactly what he was doing, then it would inevitably be only a minute or so until he came. This caused a last-minute panic, Drag struggling and tensing mightily but uselessly in his non-corporeal bonds. The increased resistance and desperation only served to amuse his tormentor, who sped up both his thrusting and jerking, now not even withdrawing his cock from the horse's rear and just humping the base of it into Drag's scrotum, the tip poking directly and relentlessly at his prostate.

One last sincere and debased plea fell from the stallion's muzzle in pieces. "Please don't...make me...cummmmm ohhhhhhh!!" As soon as he uttered the word, though, the action followed. Drag's massive cock surged in the otter's hand, and the sadistic lutrine could even observe the heavy balls pulling up and writhing in their sack as the horse splattered his midnight coat with strings of off-white. Dragonnan's humiliated but undeniably ecstatic throaty moans were the demon presence's favorite music, and they fed the otter host's toothy grin as his fucking and jerking wound down to a satisfied slow humping, the horse cock making a slightly wet slap as it flopped from the otter's hand back to its natural position.

As Drag lay on his bed with his eyes closed, breathing hysterically and gulping, demon-Jon watched the aftermath of his ravishment with contented glee. Satisfied that his work was done, he lifted up Drag's spent nuts and slid his cock out from underneath them. The horse felt every centimeter of the dick on the way out as well, the rim of his anus feeling sore and throbbing...and empty.

"You're also lucky I don't need to cum for it to be satisfying. We'd be here for a couple more hours!" The demon part of Jon's mind secretly plotted. It also knew that its host happened to like the feeling of blue balls... "Plus, it'll save me some energy for if I have to visit again...and I regrettably have to say that as much as I did enjoy this little correctional session, for my host's sake I hope that doesn't have to happen. So basically..." The otter's hand disappeared under the horse's balls again, and two fingers slammed into the horse's now-sloppy asshole. "Behave, horsey. Or I'll come back and make you." With a whimper from Dragonnan, the fingers withdrew from his butthole...and were then pushed rudely up against the horse's nose. "Open up, slut." The otter rapped his sticky fingers harshly on Drag's flared nose, and took advantage of the horse's gasp to slip the digits into the stallion's own muzzle, rubbing them under and around the long tongue and making sure Drag was left with a good aftertaste of his own well-fucked butt-musk.

Reluctantly removing his fingers from Dragonnan's maw, Jon wiped them on the bedsheet and backed off the bed to resume his previous watching position at the foot. He even re-crossed his arms on his thin chest. "Lights out time now. And go to fucking sleep." The red glow in the otter's eyes receded fitfully, like embers burning out, but the grin spreading his sabertoothed mouth stayed right in place, the dimming light burning an afterimage of the evil expression into Drag's retinas.

And proportionately to the rate of the fading glow, Dragonnan felt the wispy bonds on his wrists and fetlocks loosening and disappearing into nothingness, the oddly fuzzy quality of the room solidifying into its normal dimensional placement, the small sounds of air conditioning, crickets chirping outside, and the low-volume TV from the next room crept back into hearing...and Drag's eyelids became unbearably heavy, his mind dragging him down into dark depths of dreamlessness...

But not forgetfulness.

* * *

"How's your fag otter roommate today, D?"

The stallion grunted without even cracking a grin. "Dunno. Haven't seen him today." Dragonnan had been in a grumpy mood ever since waking up splayed out on top of his bed entirely naked and covered in crusty, matted spots of semen. He'd quickly showered before classes, scrubbing out the evidence and washing his asshole gingerly. If not for his soreness back there, he would have written the whole thing off as the most vivid and fucked-up wet dream ever.

"Probably scared of having something stuck in him again," snickered the other horse.

"That was fucking hilarious, if he's here again we should totally stuff the fag again hahaha," agreed Drag's jaguar buddy.

The threesome stood outside Dragonnan's dorm room, waiting while Drag fumbled in his pocket for the room key and moodily shot the other two's idea down. "I think we should just leave him alone from now on."

The other two looked at each other, then laughed.

"Pffffft! No way dude, don't be lame."

"Yeah, what the hell got up YOUR butt about it?"