Cow Wrangling

by Ebonyglow

Rating: mature
Tags: Non-consensual, Them's Fightin' Herds, Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Other, Porn, Sex
Length: 10404

Anon has been doing his best to get by in the Prairie, but a chance encounter with Arizona leads to a drastic change for him.

Anon had ended up in Foenum a few months ago by chance, and ever since then he'd been doing his best to get by. Having ended up in a specific region known as the Prairie, he had set up a makeshift home within its abandoned salt mines. Boasting enhanced strength, stamina, and durability, likely thanks to the same magic that had him end up in this world, he was fending off predators and the like with ease.

Through some testing, he had found out that his mere touch had a rather drastic effect on the females of this world. A mere tap, and they'd be filled with a sudden lust. He had reserved himself from using it too much, having only utilized it for some testing thus far.

Though, one day he comes across a feisty cow named Arizona. Having tried to explain himself and settle things peacefully, with her swiftly denying his claims and labelling him as a predator, and thus a threat, he has no choice but to fight back. Eyeing up the cow, finding his desires and more morally black ideas coming to the surface, he can't help but devise a plan. A certain book taught him about how predators sometimes "tamed" their pray, rather than harm then.

And he'd be sure to try it out himself.

Arizona is an adult in this story.

Cover art by @Aer0Zer0Ri2k on Twitter!

Anon’s magic touch was loosely inspired by WhispersInTheDark’s Estrus Among Us story.

Story Contains: A lustful touch, Arizona having plenty of assets that catch Anon's eye, Mind Break, and a fiery cow learning her newfound place in life.

Decided to try something a bit different with this story! Seeing that TFH fics are allowed, I decided to give one a go!

Published 2023-05-06 23:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2023-05-06 23:40:02 UTC

Testing and Taming

Fumbling about in an abandoned salt mine, Anon carefully sorted through his rations. A small collection of oats, dried meats, and some berries were laid out before him. It wasn’t a massive collection, but it was certainly enough. He had ended up in this new, extremely odd world a few months ago, and since then he’d been doing what he could to get by.

Ending up in a land filled with sentient, talking creatures that looked far from the ones he was familiar with back home, wasn’t exactly something he’d ever imagine himself being in. Thankfully, within the first few hours of being in this new place, he had stumbled upon some passing zebras. The two mares had been a touch suspicious of the alien-esque creature that had greeted them, but upon introducing himself and explaining who and what he was, they had been willing to fill him in.

He had ended up in an area known as the Prairie, which was a region located in a greater area known as Fœnum. Looking back at it, he probably should’ve pressed them for more details on his environment, but he had opted to just let them continue talking. They had informed him of some neighboring countries and areas, one named ‘Equestria’ sounding the most interesting of the bunch, and also explained the current state of affairs.

From what he had been told, dangerous creatures, known as ‘predators’, had been running amok and causing concern on all ends. Wolves, bears, snakes, and the like, the return of these threats seemed to have caused a stir among the residents of these lands. The zebra explained they had been actually passing through to inform and warn others of what to come, and were in the midst of heading back home.

All of that would’ve been more than enough to have bewildered him beyond belief, but what occurred soon after was a level more insane. He had gone to thank the two mares for their help, placing his hand on one of their heads to give a proper thanks to them, but the reaction that had followed was certainly unexpected.

When he ended up in this world, something had to have gone sideways with his biology. Since, the second he had touched the first mare, her eyes had gone wide, her tail had instantly flagged itself, and she had released a deep guttural moan. It had shocked him at first, as well as her companion, but before he knew it that first zebra was nuzzling his hand and bucking her flanks back into the empty air.

Her friend had threatened him, telling him to stop whatever he was up to, but when she went to pull him away from her she had been met with a similar reaction. It hadn’t been long until the two were moaning intensely, pressing against him and begging for more. He didn’t know what was happening, but when the bulge in his pants made itself known, one thing led to another.

He had fucked those two mares into a near coma, leaving them both satisfied and nearly mind broken with pleasure. He hadn’t initially thought he’d find himself lusting over the inhabitants of this land, but after plowing those first two, he had picked up a craving for more.

From the looks of it, his body seemed to have some kind of latent magic in it - a magic that would induce heat and intense lust into any female he touched. He had taken the liberty of testing it out on a few other passing ungulates over the last few months, and it had proven to be the case each time. The few times he risked testing it on a male, no reaction was had, confirming his hunch while also filling him with relief.

He was more into fucking rather than being fucked.

Finishing his reminiscing, returning to his stash, he sighed. Having fended off a pack of wolves and even a massive snake, this world seemingly upping his strength and durability by an exponential rate, he had been able to call this small, abandoned mine his home. There were thankfully some resources around he could travel to to gather food and drink, and so far, even if it wasn’t the best, he was making ends meet.

He wasn’t too confident to venture out into the unknown, being his fuckfest with those zebra mares had led to him only obtaining info on the Prairie. With limited knowledge, and nobody to accompany him on his travels, he assumed he’d be stuck where he was for the foreseeable future. Pouting his lips, surveying his collection, he eyed the collection of flasks to his side. Water was a touch short, so a visit to the nearest river was in order.

Standing up, grabbing an empty flask, Anon made his way out of his makeshift home and out into the blistering sun. The Prairie was similar to a desert, but thankfully the weather wasn’t as intense, and water wasn’t as scarce. Clutching his container in his hand, he started the brief walk towards his main water source.

He had been rather fortunate to be able to set up his homebase in the salt mines. The tunnels provided shelter, while also being close enough to vital resources for him to survive. He wished he could traverse new areas, to optimally find an actual home, but for now beggars couldn’t be choosers. Continuing his walk, stretching himself out and letting out a deep sigh, he began to see his destination coming up on the horizon.

“Hey, what’re you!?”

He paused mid-step, standing awkwardly in place as he turned his attention to his side. Standing beside him, furrowing her brow, was a cow wearing a rag around her neck. She was a bit shorter than the average full grown cows he had seen, but he could still tell she was an adult. Her fierce glare at him didn’t seem all too welcoming, but he did his best to make his docile nature clear.

“O-oh! Hey there!” he stammered, standing upright and waving at his sudden company. “I’m just heading out to get some water is -“

“Ah asked what are you, not what’re you doin’!” the cow interrupted, huffing out hot air.

Anon scratched the back of his head. “Well, I’m - uh - a human.” He pursed his lip, smiling awkwardly at her. “I’ve been living in those salt mines over there for a few weeks.”

His mention of his home seemed to spur something in the heifer. “Them caves are home to preds.” She narrowed her gaze, eyeing him closely. “I cleared ‘em out a few months ago, when ah was supposed to start my journey to find the Prophet’s Key.”

“Oh? Well, yeah there were some wolves and a big snake in there that I had to take care of,” Anon replied, a tinge of worry growing in him as he saw her demeanor shifting. “But I mean, I’m not like them!”

She raised a brow, unamused. “Really? So, you don’t eat meat and such then?”

“Huh? Well, no, I do. It’s pretty common for humans to-“

“So then you’re a predator!” she scoffed, rolling her shoulders. “And that means ah’m gonna have to take you out!”

Her brashness and disinterest in hearing him out had taken Anon entirely off guard. He hadn’t been looking for a fight, and if this cow had cleared out the cave he was in some time before he had to do it himself, then she surely packed a wallop. He had only fought a handful of weak predators up to that point, but fighting a full grown cow was a different experience as a whole.

“Now…now hang on!” he blurted out, waving his hands out before him. “We got off on the wrong foot - er - hoof?” He shook his head. “Listen, can we just start over? I’m Anon, it’s nice to meet you!”

“Arizona,” the cow replied, giving her name. “And, nah, I’m not here to talk things out with a predator! I ain’t ever met one that looks like you or talks like you, but either way you’re a threat!”

Seeing his efforts to find peace fall flat, Anon gulped. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight, and frankly he wasn’t even a fighter to begin with. He had only gotten past those previous predators by the skin of his teeth and sheer luck, but she seemed like she was clearly well trained. Though he did have some form of defense, yet it was one he was a touch hesitant to use.

The latent magic he had would work on her, but he did his best to not use it often if at all. After he had confirmed its use and the criteria around it, he had been trying to avoid suddenly turning any girls he had around into desperate bitches in heat. He had built up a massive need in him to experience the pleasures his power had afforded him again, but the morality of it all was a bit too gray for his liking. Even then, as he watched Arizona lower herself into a fighting stance, it was looking like he had no choice.

Knowing what was going to come, he couldn’t help but let the lustful side of him take hold. His eyes looked her up and down, drinking in her form. With the stance she had taken, bouncing from side to side subtly, he had a phenomenal view of her curves. Two thick, plump asscheeks teased him from afar, jiggling as she kept herself pumped up to fight. Even from a frontal view, he could tell she had a fat ass on her. Her rump was the same brown color that covered most of her body, but with the inner parts of her cheeks the same beige-esque color as the blots on her body.

Tilting to his side, glancing under her, he caught sight at a hefty, yet tantalizing, udder hanging below her. The nipples on it looked tempting, and the way it swayed below her filled him with an unknown desire. He was always fond of tits, since that was what he was familiar with, but her equivalent of a rack wasn’t too bad either. Its size was on the bigger end, at least in proportion to her general size, yet that made her body all the more tempting. He licked his lips, imagining groping that fat ass and twisting her teats, all while he plowed what he could only assume was a lovely set of holes.

If he was going to indulge himself in his powers again for the first time in a while, Arizona was certainly an optimal choice. He’d save himself from a beating, rail a shockingly sexy cow, and hopefully make her actually listen to him. Feeling his cock press against his pants, eager to wrangle this cow, he took what was his best attempt at a fighting stance.

“I think you’ll calm down in the heat of the moment~” he teased, winking at her.

Arizona snickered at him. “Comin’ at ya!”

His taunting remark seemed to spark her into motion. In the blink of an eye, from seemingly thin air, she pulled out a rope. Twisting it in the air, she hurled it towards him, clearly intent on catching him in its grasp. Given barely any time to react, Anon scrambled in place, barely managing to dive out of the way in time. Crashing into the dusty ground below, he glanced back, seeing the rope laying limp on the ground.

“Ah fiddlesticks!” Arizona bemoaned, grumbling to herself as she snapped the rope back towards her. “Yer a fast one!”

Swiftly, Anon got back to his feet, brushing himself off. “Or maybe you’re just slow~”

Striking a cord in her, Arizona snarled and barreled towards him. Hurtling herself forwards, she lowered her head in an attempt to headbutt him straight in the chest. “I’ll show ya slow!”

Her attack was fast, but easily readable. Taking his opportunity, Anon steadied his feet. Waiting for a brief moment, letting her get closer to him, he sidestepped out of the way and pivoted his hips. Watching as she began to pass him, lasering his focus on her rear, he raised a hand and slammed it down against her ass.

He was able to see it ripple from his strike and she let out a surprised yelp soon after. She met the ground soon after, stumbling at first but she managed to bring herself to a stop. It took a moment, but the effects of his magic were already clear. Her tail fidgeted behind her, partially lifting itself and giving him his first clear look at her goods.

Her ass was just as fat as he had hoped, her asscheek having rippled wonderfully from his strike. With how she stood, he could drink in those plump flanks of hers, chuckling as he spotted the red mark his hand had left on her. With her tail partially raised, he caught a glimpse of her pussy. It wasn’t winking or drooling with lust just yet, but he’d be sure to change that soon enough.

Arizona whirled around, stripping him of his view, a deep blush plastering her muzzle. “W-what the heck was that?!”

“Hmm? I’m just defending myself! It’s how my people fight~” he chuckled, fighting back the urge to laugh.

Her eyes slowly trailed down to his groin, her tail flicking all the while. Fixating on his crotch for a moment, Arizona shook her head. “I - er - well…whatever!” She dragged her hoof along the ground, preparing to attack once again. “I’ll be done with ya real quick!”

Anon took a readied stance again, drinking in her form from afar. “Well then, prove it!”

Without giving a proper response, Arizona huffed air from her nostrils and charged at him once again. Chuckling to himself, seeing her go for the same maneuver again, Anon mimicked his motions from before. Though this time, as he dodged to the side, she made a sharp turn, barreling towards his new location near instantly.

With no time to react, Anon’s eyes went wide as he watched her accelerate towards him. Before long, he braced himself, feeling her slam into his chest full force. The wind was swiftly knocked out of him, but he managed to remain standing thanks to his enhanced strength. Grabbing onto her horns, a burning pain in his chest, he did his best to steady himself. The strength and force she had was immense, pushing him back as his shoes dug into the sandy ground below.

Still, his contact with her horns proved to be a crucial reaction. As his magic seeped into her once more, her painful drive began to slow, her tail now flagging itself fully as she gasped sharply. Watching her completely stop, essentially frozen in shock by the sudden surge of lust, Anon took his chance.

Gripping down onto her horns further, he pressed her head down. She didn’t give much resistance, and before long she was eye level with his crotch. Knowing she was unable to react in time, he moved her face forward, pressing her muzzle right against the thick bulge in his pants. He pressed her against it, grinding his groin on her face.

Blinking wildly, her nerves going alight with lust, Arizona fumbled her words. “W-what the?! What’re you…what’re you…mmmmmmm~”

Her shocked reply was cut short, as she made the crucial mistake of taking a deep breath. An intoxicating, erotic scent flooded her sinuses, sending her instincts alight. The earthy scent was impossible to pinpoint what it reminded her of, but she did know it smelled amazing. Pressing her muzzle against him further, pushing her nose into his pants, she let out a deep groan as he held her head down. The scent only got better with each passing minute, nearly addictive as it was now. She instinctually bucked her hips back into the empty air, a trail of her lust dripping down her inner thighs from her now winking pussy.

“Enjoying yourself?~” Anon teased, his excitement beginning to skyrocket.

The comment pulled Arizona back to her senses. Eyes going wide, she yanked her head back and freed herself from his grip. Panting lightly, sweat running down her form from the sun beating down on her and her sudden lust, she scrunched her muzzle. Her tail struggled to not flag itself, and the trails of essence dripping down her thighs were hard to miss. Her blush was deeper, and her stance was a fair bit more awkward.

“C-cut it out!” she growled, stomping her forehooves against the ground. “Fight like a real bull!”

Anon raised a brow, chuckling to himself. “Oh? So you see me as a bull now?~”

The crimson hue on Arizona’s face exploded, the deep shade of red filling her entire face almost. “Ah…d-don’t…think - agh!” She shook her head, scowling over at him. “You’re j-just lucky you ain’t knocked clean out yet!”

Anon couldn’t help but smirk. Her flustered state was as cute as it was arousing, and he was quickly coming to a realization. With every passing moment with the cow, he was finding himself growing more and more fond of her. Tough and hot, she was a fine catch, and one that’d make for a wonderful companion. He had been desperate to travel beyond the Prairie, and she would be the perfect partner to join him on his journey. Though, it was clear she’d never tag along - unless…

He couldn’t help but recall one of the many books he had stashed away in his home. A chance encounter with a librarian pegasus, whom he quickly seduced and rutted a few weeks ago, led to him being graciously donated a fair amount of books. Most were nothing of much interest, but there had been one that caught his eye.

It was a detailed history on predators and their relation with the ungulates of this country. Most of it was worrisome and dark, but there was a section that seemed rather tantalizing. Some predators didn’t harm their prey, but rather they tamed them. A wolf or other fearsome creature would corner their target, and fuck them so hard their mind would essentially break. Being dominated and used so intensely would rewrite something in the target’s mind, be it due to some deeply hidden magic or instinct, and in turn they’d become obedient to the predator that had conquered them. Most predators would turn their new slave into a breeding bitch, but some simply kept them for pleasure.

In theory, Anon was capable of doing that as well. Breaking Arizona into his obedient companion and on-demand fucktoy sounded horribly tempting. True, it was against his morals in almost every way, but a mixture of his desperation to explore, how nasty she had been to him so far, and how undeniably hot she was made it impossible to resist. If he was ever going to explore beyond the Prairie, he’d need someone like her - her becoming his sex slave just being an added bonus.

Swallowing his morality, knowing he had his decision made, he licked his lips. Arizona was hot, and though she thought this might be her usual one-off fight, he’d ensure she’d come out of it happy, horny, and eager to serve. Getting himself ready, knowing she was close to losing their duel, he rolled his shoulders.

Arizona‘s mind raced, her thoughts struggling to avoid lusting over this unusual enemy. She had no idea why his methods of fighting were so…sensual, but what confused her more was the fact she was getting so worked up over it. Her pussy was wantonly winking, her nipples were hard, her asshole gripped onto the empty air, desperate to be filled, and her lust was drooling down her inner thighs. The feeling of him smacking her ass was a measure more pleasurable than it should’ve been, and she couldn’t stop craving the musk he had afforded her.

Doing her utmost to clear her head, driving away her thoughts of bending over and begging to be satisfied, she grit her teeth. Whatever was going on, she had to stop it - and fast. She hadn’t a clue what this “human” was capable of, and she was all kinds of worked up from his mere touch. Be it magic, maybe some unexpected heat made known to her, or a dubious mixture of the two - she was feeling all kinds of flustered.

The two slowly began to circle one another, taking short, precise steps. Their eyes locked onto one another, with Arizona’s occasionally pulling away to glance at his groin. The entire atmosphere around them faded away, leaving them both wholly focused on each other and their own thoughts. Both filled with lust, but with two different goals. To indulge and to deny. To claim and to battle.

Arizona made her move, knowing it was now or never to hopefully shift the tide in her favor. Her brute strength and guts had gotten her through thick and thin, and she wasn’t intent on allowing this lanky creature be the one to best her. Gripping down onto her rope, she darted to her right, swiftly swerving towards Anon at an angle.

He reacted, swiveling on his heels, trying to follow her movements. She moved sporadically, dodging left and right, trying to find an opening or opportunity to land a blow. He knew if she managed to get the advantage on him he’d be done for. Sure, he was bigger and stronger, but another good buck to the chest or a single rope tightening around him and he’d be down for the count. His desire to win was elevated by his increasing lust, and it had grown to such volumes he couldn’t help but eye her jiggling ass as she moved so rapidly.

Finally, catching his focus shift, Arizona struck. She felt a tinge of immense heat welling in her depths, able to tell he was eyeing up her ass, but her fiery determination pushed past it and ushered her to act. Whipping out her lasso, she dove to her left, before sending it sailing towards her. It moved with blinding speed, and her eyes went wide with confidence as she watched it near its mark.

And to her sheer, utter shock, he somehow dodged to the side in a heartbeat, grabbed her rope, and yanked it towards him.

Before she could even react, teeth still clenched down on her trusty lasso, she was pulled forward towards him with immense force. Her eyes went wide, feeling herself sail through the air, but found herself come to a stop as he grabbed her. Held against his chest, his arm wrapped around her, she was lost in a sea of confusion and lust. That same, intense pleasure rocketed through her body, stunning her as he wrapped her own lasso around her, pinning her forelegs to her sides.

She let out a gasp, taken aback by the sudden change of power. In moments, she had gone from thinking she had him, to being tied up and at his mercy. He held her up, keeping her against his body as she writhed and struggled. Her bewilderment only furthered, as she felt his hand trail down her side, caressing her flesh and sending a thrilled shiver down her spine. One arm held her up, and the other guided his hand lower and lower. Feeling it cup her asscheek, she let out a throaty moan as he spanked it.

She bit down on her lip, her eyes rolling back partially, as she felt him beginning to grope and caress her flank. Her lust spurted from her cunt, her udder was squished against his body teasing her nipples, and her mind ran wild with carnal thoughts. She couldn’t form any words, as each time his fingers sank into her flesh another intense surge of lust met her.

“You’ve got a fat ass on you, Ari~” Anon cooed, smacking her flank again.

Arizona’s eyes fluttered, as she squirmed in place. “Nnngh ~ Wh-why does that f-feel so good!” She moaned deeply once more, feeling him strike her ass again. “W-what did ya do to - unf - me?!”

She didn’t receive an answer, simply feeling another blow hit her rump, this time on the other asscheek. The feelings coursing through her were impossible to ignore, surpassing even the most intense heat she had ever dealt with. She wanted - no, needed to be plowed, and try as she might, she couldn’t get the thought of him out of her head.

For every second his hands touched her, her lust for him grew all the more. Whoever he was, he was stronger than her, faster, and seemingly irresistible. Knowing she was tied up in her own rope, completely and utterly defenseless as he held her smaller frame up in the air, she knew she had no options left beyond her fiery spirit.

“Ah…ah won’t surrender,” she groaned, resting her head against his chest. “Y-you darn preds won’t - ahn - make me yield!” She clenched her eyes, fearing what was to come but putting on a brave act. “Ah know what you preds d-do when you capture p-prey…I ain’t scared!”

Anon trailed a fingertip around the rim of her asshole, soon grabbing her asscheek and spreading her rear. The act made her give her deepest moan so far, her pussy gushing her lust as he did it. He was confused with her fear, expecting only arousal, but he swiftly realized why she was worried.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, you know that right?” he replied, chuckling and shaking his head. “I’m not that kind of guy - er - predator.”

Feeling him feel her up more, Arizona’s eyes went wide. If he wasn’t going to harm her like almost all predators did to their prey…

“W-what are ya gonna d-do to me?!” she blurted out, shuddering as she fought valiantly to fend off her lust.

Anon licked his lips, staring right down at her. “I’m going to conquer you.”

Another set of tantalizing smacks met Arizona’s rear, sending her imagination running. The thoughts clouding her head, the way he was talking to her, the way he was touching her - it all made sense now. He wasn’t going to hurt her at all, he was going to fuck her.

She gnawed her lip, feeling him now holding her up by placing both hands on her ass, gripping into her plump flesh. She knew what happened to prey that got railed by predators, and she refused to let it happen to her. She wanted him, or rather at this point needed him, but she couldn’t let herself be tamed. Still, feeling him grip her flanks, it was painfully pleasurable, causing an inkling of concern to form in her.

“W-what?! Nnngh! N-no way!” she stammered, struggling in place, only making his fondling all the more pleasurable.

She feared what would happen if she indulged herself even a bit. Feeling him smacking and grabbing her rump was already more arousing than anything she’d ever experienced before, so the idea of anything explicitly sexual happening sent off alarms in her head.

She scrunched her muzzle, scowling at him. “Ah won’t let you - nnnngh! Ahn! O-oh heck! Haaa!”

Before she could finish her defiant retort, Anon had started fingering her asshole. The feeling of his fingers caressing walls, their magic seeping deep into her, it was near euphoric. His free hand groped her asscheek as he pleased her, making her throw her head back and let out a guttural groan. Her thoughts grew unclear, ideas of submission already filtering into her mind.

She had never thought she’d be at risk of being tamed, trusting her fierce spirit and unending determination to act as an unbreachable barrier, but as he fingered her backdoor, that confidence began to wane. She put everything into keeping her thoughts together, resisting her biological urge to allow herself to be claimed.

Anon felt giddy seeing her reaction, but he wasn’t done yet. She had lost their fight, and he was going to let her see the severe consequences of it. Erasing her free will by breaking her mind was a worthy punishment, and as he felt her asshole clench down on his fingers, he licked his lips.

Her adorable moans, the way she squirmed in place, and her lighter weight and smaller size - even as a full grown cow she was so easy for him to manhandle. Pulling his fingers out of her, knowing his magic had worked her up to absurd amounts, he moved onto the
next part of his impromptu plan.

Feeling up her ass once more, truthfully unable to get enough of it, he slowly lowered her to the ground. Placing her on her back, still having her forelegs tied by her own rope, she was completely defenseless. Anon basked in the sight before him, chuckling as he watched her hindlegs begin to spread apart instinctively. Her drooling, winking snatch was presented to him perfectly, the asshole he had just fingered clenched down on nothing as it was desperate to be filled again, and her massive udder wobbled as she squirmed in place.

“Nnngh ~ You ain’t gonna win this! A little bit of teasin’ won’t break me!” she exclaimed, her voice shakey.

Anon tutted, wagging a finger at her. “You said I’m a pred, no? So, you should know that some preds tame sexy, fiery prey like you~”

Arizona gnawed her lip, the prospect of being claimed singing to her instincts once more. “Mmmph ~ N-no way! You ain’t makin’ me your property! Ah won’t lose - aaahn!”

In the midst of her counter, Anon had suddenly lunged forward. Grabbing onto her udder, he caressed it with one hand, while he teased her nipples with the other. The immense wave of lust that met Arizona was unfathomable, sending her reeling.

“You know, I’m a tits guy usually,” Anon remarked, playing with her further. “But sheesh, this thing is big! It’s like you were made to be bred and made into a milk machine!” He caressed her mound, licking his lips as he saw her blush deepen. “You call yourself a fighter with a rack this hefty?~”

Arizona bit down on her lip, eyes rolling back as he filled her with more magically induced bliss. “S-shut up!”

It was true that her udder had always made her a lot more insecure as a fighter than she’d like to admit. Ever since she had turned 18, its size had grown exponentially. Nowadays the massive, and most importantly sensitive, mound reached near the top of her ankles - making her a tantalizing sight for all the bulls on the Prairie. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get called for her hefty rack, arguably even more common than the remarks about her fat ass or thick thighs.

The memory that she’d been ogled so much sent a surge of unwelcome thoughts into her mind. The idea of being tamed by Anon, paraded around as his sex slave and companion, letting anyone and everyone that saw them know he had defeated her and claimed her - it was horribly arousing. The endless eyes on her, lusting for her but unable to do anything since she was someone’s property - it sounded right.

Forcing the thoughts out of her head, driven to hold onto her sanity, she glowered up at Anon. “Nnnngh ~ T-that’s nothin! Try all yah want! I ain’t l-losing!”

“A-ta-ta,” Anon tutted, winking at her. “You’re already close, aren’t you? I see how much that cunt of yours is winking, that perky ponut of yours is clenching down, and just how hard these nipples of yours are. You’re worked up, and every second I’m touching you, you’re losing more and more~”

His remarks sang a song to Arizona’s depths, forcing her to steel her resolve even more. “Ah’m not! As the champion of the Prairie I ain’t losing to some random p-pred like you!

Anon raised a brow, finding an answer to a question that had been lingering in the back of his mind. Most creatures would’ve submitted to him long before this, but she had seemed extra resilient. Her being the champion of this land made it all make sense. She was their best warrior, their strongest spirit, and their pride and joy. She was far, far stronger than anyone he had come across yet, but all that did was make the idea of breaking her all the more amazing.

She was getting close, the gauntlet he was putting her through being enough to tame most creatures in Foenum. Usually he would work one up a load and plow them, ensuring to not tease or lustfully torture them - but with his goal here to tame her, and he was doing everything he could to ensure it. Seeing her deep blush, feeling up her udder still, he noted a bead of milk form from the nipple he was teasing. Truth be told, he had no idea how her biology or anything worked, he had assumed she’d need to be knocked up to do it, but seeing that small bit of nectar come from her was enough to give him a devilish idea.

“Oh? Maybe you already are ready to be a sexy little milk machine~” he taunted, staring right into her eyes.

His domineering gaze made Arizona shudder with a cocktail of excitement and concern. “W-what do ya mean?!”

He started to slowly drift his face towards her udder, licking his lips. “Guess I’ll need to sample my bitch’s product~”

“Ah’m n-not your bitch!” she growled, writhing against her own rope. “What’re you p-planning you - ooooh b-buck!!!”

Latching his lips onto one of her nipples, Anon began to suckle on it. Massaging her udder with his hands as he did it, he played with her sensitive nub with his tongue. Before long, his efforts bore fruit, as a stream of delicious milk met his taste buds. An element richer and tastier than the kind back home, feeling near magical on his palette, he sucked even harder.

“N-no! Ahn! Mmph! C-cut it out - mooooo!~” Arizona moaned, a bestial moo of bliss escaping her lips as her milk finally began to be siphoned. “W-what the?!”

The feeling of him suckling on her nipple was euphoric, intensifying even more as he began moving to her other ones. The way he massaged her udder, the sensation of him coaxing her milk from her, and the idea of being used so unashamedly - it was beyond anything she could imagine.

On and on Anon went, teasing her body while savoring her supply. The flavor was better than anything he had had before, and he was struggling to keep his composure. Her moans above him, alongside the occasional moos, made everything he did to her that much more arousing.

Until finally, sampling one last bit of her milk, he reluctantly took his lips away from her nipples. Giving her udder a playful smack, watching it wobble as she moaned deeply, he glared down at her.

“Yup ~ A good, tameable milk machine!” He wiped his mouth, snickering. “Already having milk for your Master!”

Arizona couldn’t reply, his words holding so much weight it felt like her chest was locking away the air in her lungs. Traces of milk slipped down her udder, the area he smacked stinging with tantalizing bliss. Her pussy was a waterfall of arousal, winking wantonly as it was desperate to be filled. Though its desire was looking like it’d soon be sated. She watched on, heart racing in her chest as she saw him reach down to his pants.

Anon slowly grabbed the hem of his pants, drinking in her lust filled eyes. If anything was going to break her mind, railing her with everything he had was sure to do it. His cock throbbed in his pants, and he finally decided to set it free, throwing his pants and underwear down in one swift movement.

Fixating her eyes straight onto his groin, Arizona’s jaw dropped. What met her was a thick, long, throbbing shaft, and she began to drool at the sight of it. Her pussy seized upon itself, her clit engorged and desperate. Try as she might, she couldn’t look away from it, enthralled by the sight.

Beginning to stroke himself, Anon caressed her udder once more with his free hand. “Like what you see?”

“Uh-huh…” she replied without thinking. Eyes going wide, catching on to what she had just said, Arizona shook her head. “Ah…ah mean, no! Never!”

Anon wrapped both arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to him. “You know, watching you finally break and become my eager slut is gonna be fun~” He slapped his cock against her folds, grinding his shaft against her. “I don’t usually do this, y’know, but I can’t help but give in to these urges~”

Arizona shivered as she felt that thick, warm cock of his tease her lower lips. Her snatch continually winked against his shaft, making her arousal clear. His grip on her thick thighs sent waves of lust into her, clouding her thoughts even more. She couldn’t get the desires she had for him out of her mind. She needed his cock, and it looked like she was going to get it.

She gave herself an internal pep talk, reassuring herself of her ability and defiance. Even if he fucked her, it didn’t mean he’d tame her. If she could hold onto her sanity while he plowed her, she was sure she could pretend to be his until she was freed. Devising her plan, feeling him press his tip against her entrance, she nodded her head and glared back at him.

“T-try - ahn - your best! Ah’m not bein’ tamed!”

Anon shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll be thinking otherwise soon enough!”

With that final remark, he thrusted his hips forward. Inch after inch of his cock slid into her depths, her arousal allowing him to enter with ease. Her walls clenched down on his length instantly, an angel’s caress that filled him to the brim with pleasure. The sheer force of his plunge lurched her entire body, her thighs rippling as his body slammed into her while her udder bounced. He knew through testing that for some reason his cock didn’t carry the lust-instilling magic his hands had, which meant he was dedicated to conquering her through his sheer carnal might.

Arizona quickly realized that he had been right. The second he entered her, she was filled with a wave of pleasure unlike anything she had felt before. Her body filled with an intense heat, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a guttural moan of unfiltered bliss.

Prey should submit.

She gnawed her lip, the intrusive thought hurtling to the forefront of her mind. She had thought she could fend off his attempt and resist being tamed, but that belief was dwindling fast. One single thrust had rocked her to her core, yet that was only the start of what was beginning to look like her downfall.

Anon relished the sensation of her walls convulsing around his cock, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He could get addicted to the feeling, but to ensure he could enjoy this forevermore he had to finish his task. Opening his eyes, seeing Arizona’s pleasured face, he steadied himself and began plowing into her with reckless abandon.

Arizona’s entire body tensed up, the onslaught of pleasure overwhelming her. Each routine plunge into her depths was met with a loud clap, the sound of their bodies meeting ringing out. Lurching up every time he slammed into her, she felt as if she was further sinking into the sea of lust. She couldn’t think clearly at all, utterly consumed by the pleasure sweeping over her, yet her bestial desires still spoke clear.

Proper prey are obedient.

She clenched her eyes shut, doing everything she could to ignore the pleasure and thoughts coursing through her. The unwelcome ideas funneling into her mind ushered her towards the breaking point, yet she fortified her will and held on as best she could. She dutifully reminded herself that she was the champion of the Prairie, that she was going to be the one to save Foenum, and she was not going to lose here.

As if he could read her thoughts, Anon picked up his pace, forcing her hind legs up more as he partially folded her. Her constant mantra of defiance was swiftly sundered, as he crushed her g-spot over and over with every single drive he made into her. Her nipples leaked some of her milk, her pussy gushed her arousal, and once more her thoughts derailed.

Being tamed is your purpose.

Her mind was falling apart at the seams, bestial need and instinctual desire pushing away her reason and logic. The feeling of him slamming into her, using her like a glorified fleshlight, it didn’t just feel good - it felt right.Try as she might, shaking her head and squirming against the rope that held her, she couldn’t escape the gauntlet of bliss assailing her.

“Good girl ~ Just let it take over, you’re meant to be tamed,” Anon growled, his ire towards her for attacking him slipping through.

Arizona gnawed her lip, trying to hold back the unbecoming moan that wished to escape her. His words rang in her head, echoing through her mind and infecting her desires. Prey weren’t always tamed, but once they were there was no going back. It’d permanently rewrite them, minds shattered by pleasure and irreparable. Her fear of that outcome was starting to dwindle, fondness for the concept growing evermore.

Anon could see her will beginning to crumble, the lust-drunk look on her face telling him all he needed to know. Her depths clenched down onto him harder, massaging every inch of his shaft with whorish expertise. He had only become more confident in his decision to tame her, as she felt a measure better than the many creatures he had rutted thus far. Feeling his depths tingle, knowing his release was fast approaching, he made to finish her off.

Pressing forward even further, he moved her hind legs towards her head, allowing him to drive downwards into her with each thrust. Locking her into a mating press, her ass jiggling each time he slammed into her, he set to ruin her.

Arizona’s eyes rolled back as she threw her head back and let out an ecstatic moo. Everything around her faded away, her every thought focused on the predator railing her into oblivion. Her fortitude crumbled at an alarming rate, the sheer feeling of being dominated to such an extent far too much to bear. Folded over herself, mating pressed over and over, a thrilled shiver ran up her spine each time his tip kissed her womb.

Be tamed. Fulfill your purpose.

She didn’t push away the thought, moreso, she didn’t want to. As much as she had been defying it before, the idea sounded amazing to her. A faint part of herself screamed to resist, but it was swiftly silenced by more thoughts of submission.

Become his. Fall to the pleasure.

She felt her climax encroaching, knowing full well when it struck she’d be undone. Everything that had happened thus far replayed in her mind. Approaching him, threatening him, that first euphoric slap on her ass, the immense pleasure she had gotten from him milking her, and him now railing her into submission. Every step filled her with a deep sense of joy, a dumb smile slowly splitting her muzzle.

She felt his cock flare in her depths, his rate become frenzied, and his grunts more labored. She knew he was close to filling her womb and depths with his spunk, and instinctually began gripping down onto his shaft with everything she had. Her mind raced with thoughts, more and more of them about serving him. Any ideas of defiance, of fighting him, of escaping, and any opposing thoughts at all - they were struck down and washed away. All she could do was think of submitting to him.

You serve him forevermore.

She heard him moan loudly, the first mind-shattering ropes of his seed shooting within her.

Be tamed.

With that last, intense mantra in her mind, she finally gave in. The sensation of his essence flooding her depths, filling her womb to the brim, was too much for the final vestiges of her mind to fend off. With the force of a collapsing star, her literally life-changing climax struck her.

Her every nerve was sent reeling with electrifying surges of pleasure, overwhelming her every last inch. Her body tensed up, her thick tongue lolled from her mouth, and she moaned with everything she had in her. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, gripping down and milking him for every last drop he had. Her womb was swiftly flooded, cum flowing past the seal the head of his cock made and painting her walls. Every rope shot into her felt like a miniature climax in of itself, but that wasn’t the greatest part to her.

Her wide, dumb smile furthered, sheer cocklust spread across her face. Any ideas of fighting, of training, of fending Anon off - they all faded away. All she knew, and all she wanted was to heed his every word. She felt her mind be rewritten by her biological role as prey to be claimed, and she welcomed it with glee. Her will washed away, as magic funneled from his hands and shimmered over her womb.

The magic dispersed and left a mark on her body, before she felt an arcane influence flow over her. As it reached her head, something in her snapped. He wasn’t some threat, nor was he an enemy - it became clear to her in a blissful revelation. Hearts formed in her eyes, as everything finally became clear.

She had been tamed.

A moo of ecstasy escaped her lips, her entire body spasming as she was remade. She let loose a sea of moans, knowing full well Anon would love to hear it. She emptily giggled to herself on occasion, mind overwhelmed by the sudden shift of her purpose. Yet she still had the ability to make one thing clear.

“Master! Mooooore! Ah’m yours! Ahn! M-mooo! Ah’m your tamed bitch!”

That she was now his property.

Her moans of defeat filled Anon with a rush unlike any other. Unloading everything he had into her, watching her stomach bulge from the sheer volume of his essence, he smiled. Her broken expression, accompanied by her words, told him he had succeeded. He had claimed her - tamed the feisty little cow that tried to take him out not even an hour ago.

The two rode out their climaxes in sync, grunting and moaning until they were both finally spent. Sweat ran down their forms, their bodies glistening as a telltale sign of their exhaustion. Slowly, Anon pulled back, allowing her legs to fall back down. Shifting from a mating press to a standard missionary position, he grabbed onto her udder and smiled down at her.

“Isn’t it better now?~”

She looked up at him, her heart filled eyes meeting his own as she smirked. “So much better! Ah don’t know why I resisted this! Becoming a predator's bitch is amazin’!”

“Good girl!” Anon exclaimed, twisting one of her nipples and earning a joyous moan in response. “Now you belong to me~”

His heart raced in his chest, adrenaline running through him. He had had his doubts on the whole taming process, but it had proven to be wonderfully true. Though what he had done went against all concepts of good morals, the reward for it was worth it and then some.

Staring down at her, seeing her gaze upon him with obedience and wonder, he nodded. Going against the morals he followed had brought him a personal sex slave and travel partner - a two for one deal quelling two of his biggest desires.

Arizona clenched down on his cock, snickering as she watched pleasure was over his face. “You can milk me all you want, Master! But ah’m gonna get every last drop outta you~”

Anon winced. Her sudden change in demeanor was surely welcome, but the vice-like grip she had on his cock was definitely wringing him for everything he had. Exhausted, completely depleted of his spunk, he slowly pulled his hips back. Inch by inch, his slickened shaft left her depths, slipping out as a surge of cum gushed out of her.

She swayed her hips, looking past her udder and at the seal on her womb. “Huh, so the stories don’t lie ‘bout that.”

Still catching his breath, Anon followed her gaze, seeing the same marking. “Uh…what is that?”

“Seriously?” she bluntly replied, furrowing her brow. “Ah might be a dumb slut - er - your dumb slut, but even ah know the magic effects of taming a bitch.”

Anon rubbed his chin, trying to recall the contents of the book on predators he had read. Truth be told, he only skimmed it, not having quite the attention span to take everything it had in. Still, he knew the taming process, and now saw it work fully, but he had no clue of any side effects.

“Doesn’t taming you just make you my slave? I - well - I didn’t really read it thoroughly, you know?” he awkwardly chuckled.

Arizona rolled her eyes, before looking over at him with lidded eyes. “First off, yes it does. Thank you for claiming me, Master. The dumb slut ah was before was too stupid to realize how amazin’ it is to serve.” Her lustful look and smile soon dropped, as she raised a brow at him. “But, you really don’t know what this marking means?”

Anon shrugged. “Nope.”

“You knocked me up, Master,” she replied, licking her lips. “Claimed mah mind and mah womb~”

Anon blinked wildly, waving his hands before him. “Woah, woah, woah, slow your roll.” He pointed a finger at her, eyeing her suspiciously. “Is this a joke? Is this how you dirty talk now that you’re my slut? I mean the idea of knocking you up is hot but biologically speaking -“

“You really ain’t from here, are ya?” she chuckled in response, slowly rolling to her stomach. Cum gushed from her stuffed depths, ushering a moan to creep past her lips. “Nnngh ~ Hoo boy you filled me up good!” She shook her head, gesturing a hoof towards him. “When preds tame a bitch, there’s a magic process that occurs. Only works here in Foenum.”

Anon took a moment to drink in her words. “So, you’re being serious?”

Arizona nodded. “Yup! When ya broke mah mind, the remnants of ancient magic took effect. This whole country is filled with it. Don’t know much about it, but ah do know it originated from some kind of ancient predator king or somethin’.” She shook her head, giggling to herself. “Doesn’t matter really, all you gotta know is I’m your pregnant little cow slut now~”

“So like…are we gonna have weird mutant hybrid-“

“They’re gonna be like me, Master,” Arizona grumbled, trotting over towards him. “Here on the Prairie, we take story tellin’ mighty serious, so ah know all the details that can be known. They’ll be calves, not whatever the heck you are.”

Anon crossed his arms, pouting his lips. “You were talking a lot different a few minutes ago…lot less smug and sassy…”

“You try havin’ your whole mind remade and talk normally,” she cheekily shot back. Slowly turning away from him, she glanced over her shoulder and winked at him. “You can make me all worked up like that again y’know~”

Anon watched as she lowered her torso towards the ground, keeping her ass up in the air. To his wonder, she pivoted her hips, throwing her rump back and clapping her asscheeks together for him to see and hear. Cum flung from her winking pussy, as she kept a quick tempo.

“This ass is all yours, Mahster~” she cooed, sticking her tongue out at him.

She shifted her motions, ceasing her claps as she moved her hips side to side. Below her, her udder swayed back and forth, dollops of milk beading on the end of her nipples.

“Same with this ~ Ah’m your milk machine, like you said!~”

Anon smirked, walking over towards his freshly acquired slave. “That’s more like it!” He raised his hand, swinging it down as he smacked her flank. “Didn’t expect this to happen today huh?”

“Nnngh ~ Nope! Ah was just getting ready to go on my journey, then I stumbled across you!” She grinded her ass against his hand, cum still pooling from her winking pussy. “Didn’t expect to become someone’s tamed bitch and get pumped full with a calf or two, hehe.” She shook her ass again, making her cheeks clap once more. “Not that I’m complainin’~”

Watching those thick, juicy flanks bounce, Anon couldn’t resist. Slapping his cock between her asscheeks, he let her twerk on him. “Well, since you belong to me now, why don’t I join you on that journey of yours?~”

Arizona perked up, her motions picking up pace. “Really? Ah’d love that, Master!”

Anon let out a deep groan as he felt her holes glide against his cock. “Nnnf ~ Yup! Lemme just pack some things first.” He gripped down on her ass, licking his lips. “And I think I’ll be fucking you plenty more from now on.”

The cow simply looked back at him, lust painted on her countenance. “That sounds perfect! Nothing ah like more than breedin’, kickin’, and breedin’!”

“Uh, you said breeding tw-“

“Just fuck me again, Master!” she growled. “Use that big fat cock that ruined mah mind to make me scream.”

Drinking in what was before him, Anon couldn’t speak. The sight of sweat running down her form, the cum drooling out of her cunt and down her thighs, the way her fat ass jiggled as she shook it, and her tantalizing udder swinging below her. It was an addicting sight, and his cock had already sprung back to life. Walking forward, he gripped down on her cheeks, stopping her motions. Spreading her buns apart, he eyed up her pulsing ponut.

“I’ll have to sample this hole next~” he noted, moving his mouth forward and kissing her ponut. Watching it wink in response, he dove right in.

Arizona’s eyes fluttered, lowering her torso and pressing her flanks back in his mouth. “Mmmmph ~ Thank you, Master~”

10 hours later.

After sampling and then plowing Arizona’s asshole, testing her throat out right after as she cleaned the cum off his shaft, Anon had gotten right to work.

It had taken about an hour to pack up some of his necessities, and once that had gotten done he and his newfound slave began their trip. He had no destination in mind, nor did he question Arizona as to where they were going, and thus he tailed his slut, eyeing her ass up as they went.

Hours flew by, interrupted by the occasional water break or sexual act, but before long they had made a large amount of distance. With the moon looming overhead, they set up camp for the night.

“Nnngh! Haaa! D-darn you’re so big!”

Riding Anon’s cock, Arizona dutifully fucked herself on her Master. Slamming down with everything she had, her entire ass rippling with every dive down, she let loose a sea of blissful moans.

Anon smacked her asscheek, both of her flanks red from his previous pleasurable strikes. “Tch - You’re such a slut now!”

Her tempo picked up as she felt him flare inside her. Clenching her walls as she rose up, and loosening them as she slammed back down, she gave her all to her Master. Eyes rolling back, hearing him groan below her, she pleaded to him.

“I-Inside! Flood mah womb M-Maaaaaaster!!!”

Feeling him grip her hips and slam her down, she was struck with an intense wave of pleasure. The first ropes of his cum flooded her womb with ease, painting the walls of her pussy soon after. She shuddered and spasmed on top of him, her flanks squishing against his groin as she was held down entirely. Her tongue hung out, her eyes rolled back, and she moo’d with ecstasy.

“Moooo! Yeshhhh! S-so much!”

Feeling him pumping her full had already become a familiar sensation, but it didn’t ever get dull. Nothing could compare to the first time he had done it, being it marked the birth of her new role as a sex slave, but everything after it had gotten close enough. Biting down on her lip and riding out her own climax, she savored the feeling of his baby batter painting her insides. The mark on her womb shimmered with color, a firm reminder that he had already knocked her up.

Reaching the end of his release, Anon rested his head back on his bag, slapping her rump gently and eyeing the cum drooling out of her asshole from an earlier fuck. “Good girl, now get up and clean me off~”

“Ahn ~ Glady!” she exclaimed, slowly raising her hips.

His cock slipped out from her depths, a gush of cum spurting from her snatch and onto his groin. Wheeling around, licking her lips hungrily, she dove her muzzle forward and began lapping up the seed that had escaped her. Watching her go to work, a thought crossed Anon’s mind.

“I’m wondering why my touch isn’t affecting you anymore, yknow,” he suddenly asked.

Licking up the last bits of cum from his groin, Arizona raised a brow. “Well, ah literally live to serve your cock. Ah can’t really get any more horny than I already am for you, Master.”

“Fair point,” he replied, motioning for her to continue.

She didn’t wait any longer, eager to worship the cock that had tamed her. Her long, thick tongue caressed his member like a warm embrace, long enough to tease his nuts as she worked on his shaft. It was thick enough to caress the sides of his length as she slid her tongue up the underside of it. Shuddering from the blissful flavors meeting her, she slowly moved towards his tip before pausing.

“You’ve used me, what, eleven times already?~”

He reached down, scratching her behind her ear. “What can I say? You’re my first slave and a damn fine one at that!” He groaned as she kissed his tip, petting her further. “Gotta be the hottest cow on the Prairie!”

“Darn right!” she cheerfully exclaimed. “And this cow’s forever your milk-making, cock-cleaning, cum-swallowing bitch!”

As loud and proud as ever, though now when it came to being a proper cocksleeve, Arizona was still mostly herself. Bar the fact that she had been tamed and became far more slutty, her usual self remained intact.

Laying back down entirely and looking up to the sky, Anon pursed his lips. “Say, I didn’t ask you where we’re going.”

Pecking his tip with another kiss, Arizona tilted her head. “Yeaaaah, ah was wondering why you didn’t!”

“Guess I was too enthralled by that fat ass of yours~” he chuckled.

“It’s your property, Master,” she replied, throwing him a playful wink. “But yeah, we’re headin’ to Reine City.”

The name was somewhat familiar to Anon, having heard it in passing. “Oh, why there?”

“Has a museum that may have some hints about the Prophet’s Key,” Arizona answered, giggling to herself. “Mah goal and purpose, before you made me your bitch, was to find it and save Foenum.”

Anon booped her playfully on the nose, sticking his tongue out at her. “Hey, I’m all for helping you do it. Just cause you’re my slave now doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop that!” He cupped the side of her face, smiling down at her. “Besides being my fucktoy now, I am fond of you for you, so if that’s your goal, I’m all for getting you there.”

“Heh,” she chided, nuzzling his hand. A devious glint shimmered in her heart filled eyes, as she slowly dragged her tongue up his shaft once more. Pausing at his tip again she continued. “Y’know, ah heard they’ve got their own champion over there too~”

He shuddered from the feeling her thick tongue provided. “Oh? Is that so?”

Arizona nodded. “I think it’d be mighty fun to make her your slave too ~ Why not claim all the champions of Foenum?”

“When did you become so gung-ho about taming more of you ‘champions’?” He fought back a moan as Arizona suckled on one of his nuts, biting down on his lip. “But that’s a very good idea~”

She giggled in response, releasing the ball she was worshiping and guiding herself back to his tip. “Ah just think more folks should feel the bliss of being tamed! So why not make the strongest ones all yours~”

Finishing her suggestion, she parted her lips and dove down. Sliding his shaft down her throat, hilting him in her maw, she began dutifully bobbing her head up and down, slurping on his length with greed. Her tongue stuck out, teasing his balls every time she moved down, while adding an intense pleasure as she throated him.

Watching her blow him with everything she had, Anon let out a deep, shaky breath. He’d sample her udder’s milk once more after this, maybe rail her asshole once more after, and then call it a night. He had no clue how long the journey ahead was, but he was filled to the brim with excitement.

He had a power that was unlike any other, and he had developed a hunger to tame. Impregnating and claiming one champion was amazing, but claiming who knows how many more sounded like a dream. There were many sentient creatures all throughout this land, and he was eager to see the diverse cast of potential breeding bitches.

Whoever awaited him in Reine, he’d make sure she’d experience the same bliss Arizona did.