Chapter 4 - Need for Steed

(Beast warning if you need to skip this chapter)

“Heya sweet cheeks, your ass looks great from down here!”


Zahrine smiled back at the passing Gnome, her hair covering one eye in a manner she knew made her sultry and even more desirable, “Thanks, Gnome! Find me in Old Town later and i’ll show you how great it is.”


That caused the little man to stumble, nearly tripping over his feet at the fact that his pick-up line had actually worked. She turned down towards the red roofed district of Stormwind City, leaving him with his sputtering reply as she guided her horse on foot through the city streets. Justice was a fine horse to ride, but she found the canals and the streets of the alliance capital to be hard to navigate even on foot, so she preferred to lead him along rather than attempt to save her legs a bit of walking. Justice, for his part, didn’t seem to mind the lack of the priestesses' weight on his shoulders. He had been riding for days back and forth between the towns around the human lands and the Darkmoon Faire, ferrying his mistress as she continually made her way back to Darkmoon Island for no reason that would make sense to a horse.


Zahrine adjusted the way that “robe” she was wearing settled on her as she moved into the district proper. The new outfit had no real back to show for it anymore. The robe was open down to the top of her ass, showing off the new trio of golden tattoos etched into her skin. One rested where most people would consider it a “tramp stamp” while the other two were in a far lewder place, resting on each ass cheek, which had swollen to a nice bubble butt under the magic. She had also obtained a tattoo around her right eye that ran down her cheek after a spirited facial from several dwarves needing a healer had found her specialized brand of magic to be particularly effective when used during sexual acts. This face tattoo had given her a set of full lips to show for her efforts as well. Now, when Zahrine looked in a mirror, she saw the gorgeous slut that she was becoming. That thought always gave her a wicked smile.


All of these new tattoos meant, according to the rules of the quest, leaving her body even more exposed than it had been. It was becoming harder and harder to find clothes that could be custom made enough to allow for her to maintain this portion of the trial and still be considered covered, but the power she felt flowing through her helped offset the feeling of exposure.


Not that she minded exposure these days.


Still, she had to take a break from the quest to go visit the guild hall for their monthly meeting. The entire guild was gathering together to discuss matters for the coming month and make sure there were no problems moving forward. Honestly, the priestess was rather thrilled to attend this month. Her new power was sure to impress her fellow guildmates and she was hoping her figure would draw the attention of her fellow members. A few more encounters like the one in the Inn and she’d be able to finish the quest fully. She knew a few members of the guild who would be overjoyed to group up and help her in completing the long chain.


But before any of that, she had to put Justice away.


As if hearing her thoughts of him, he once again nipped at her backside, causing her to squeak in surprise. He had been biting at her rear since she had started leading him and no amount of scolding made it through that thick head of his. This time she just moved a bit faster. If he wouldn’t stop, then she just had to get him to his stable quicker.


It was several minutes and two nips later that the pair made it to the guild hall and, more importantly, the stables just outside. Zahrine led Justice through the stable doors, thick wooden things that none of the steeds inside could break down. She had to push to fling them open on their hinges and by the time she had led Justice inside they had swung closed again. This left her in the dim lantern light of the barn looking for an open stall.


Four other horses stood in the various stalls, including the powerful war steed her guild leader had rode into countless battles. None of the stables were blocked off by any doors. The guild’s horses were simply tied inside loosely or were trained enough to be trusted on their own. Justice would have to be tied, it would seem, as the priestess tugged and pulled at his rope to get him to move inside one of the open stalls. He was steadfastly refusing to budge. It was a losing battle for the woman with no physical strength to speak of and soon Zahrine found herself frustrated and throwing down the rope before stomping over to an empty hitching post in exhaustion. She stumbled against it and drapped her arms over the wooden beam, muttering soft curses at her mount for being so stupid today.


She was just planning her next method of attack when Zahrine heard soft clomping as her mount came up behind her. Before she could react to what she knew was coming, the bastard nipped her rear again. This time though, he tugged on her dress. The thin cloth fabric, already in a precarious situation due to the fact it was only half of a normal dress, tore easily under the muscled neck of the horse. In one swift motion, her mount had ripped away the revealing dress she wore and left her ass and pussy bare to the world. She never wore underwear anymore. It felt constricting on her body. This was something she regretted now that she had no clothes to fall back on. How was she supposed to go to the guild meeting with her ass exposed?!


She was about to turn around and unleash all her verbal fury on Justice when she saw the steed’s front hooves on either side of her body, hanging over the hitching post. Then she felt the coarse fur pressing into her bare back. Then the tip of something stiff and flat pressing against her lower lips.


She would have jumped away in panic, had she been given an opportunity to do so. Instead, she barely had time to cry out before the hard cock pressed against her and pushed its way inside. Whatever quest she was on, it had granted her an exceedingly great pain threshold and a more adaptive, near constantly wet set of holes. This was a feature of her new power she was certainly grateful for as the foot and a half long cock plowed into her with a relentless fury. Despite her talents, her eyes still bulged as her mount reversed the roles between the two of them and began riding her with a frothing abandon. She hesitated a moment, debating the best way to get Justice out of her and into his stall. Then that growing part of her mind that seemed to lead her in these situations provided her with a much better answer.


Fuck it. He’s been a good horse and deserves to enjoy a bit of the fun he’s been taking us too.


The next sound out of Zahrine’s mouth was a deep cry of pleasure as the pain faded away into the ecstacy of getting fucked by such a massive cock. She did not care if it was a beast mounting her anymore. Her body needed to be fucked. It craved the feeling of a cock in any of her holes. It didn’t matter if it was human, beast, or somewhere in between. The feeling of something pounding away at her slick hole was giving her purpose. Justice was showing her just how satisfying her new role could be with each deep thrust of his hard cock.


Her hands pressed against the far wall as each wild buck sent her breasts bouncing against the hitching post. Her breathing was ragged and her hole was stretched, but she still screamed in pleasure with each new sensation. Soon enough she was cumming, her pussy walls squeezing the monstrous cock inside of her and covering it in her juices. It was barely a few thrusts after that when Justice came as well, his huffing a precursor to the jets of cum spraying her insides in his copious seed. He stayed mounted on her for a few minutes, each twitch of his cock spilling another ounce of his cum inside her stretched cunt. Then he slipped out and suddenly Zahrine felt very empty. She heard the sound of hooves as Justice moved away and took a moment to rest after the ordeal.


A moment she soon regretted as she felt hot breath against her crotch.


She spun her head around and stared with wide eyes as the large black form of the Guild Master’s own war horse reared back onto the hitching post. She caught a glimpse of his cock, the next one to enter her, as it flexed in anticipation. Then it was gone as the heavy hooves landed on either side of her with a thud. She faced forward and had a bare moment to brace herself before her pussy was filled again by the massive member of a mount.


It was not unlike her own Justice, as far as length went. She felt her slick tunnel fill with the cock in a way she had never thought possible. What was different was the girth of this massive war shaft. It was at least an inch thicker than her own mount’s. That only made it all the more pleasurable though. While her moans had been lust filled with her own companion, now she was practically screaming in pure bliss. She felt something shatter in her mind at that moment. The last bits of resistance to all the depraved acts she had been engaging in broke and, like the Thandol Span during the cataclysm, a flood spilled out of her. Her pussy clenched hard against the thick shaft driving relentlessly into her and a spray of her own pussy juice shot out and coated the barn floor. The war steed let out an annoyed huff at the tightness her orgasm had caused, but didn’t slow to give her any recovery time. He simply pounded away harder, flexing his muscles and pressing forward in a furious rhythm as he claimed this new brood mare as his own.


She had just peaked for the fourth time, her body coated in sweat and her mouth hung in a permanent moan, when Zahrine felt the shaft twitch inside of her. She moaned out a deep “YEEESSS!” before getting a truly wicked thought. Quickly she managed wiggled free, spinning around and dropping to her knees just as the beast let out a guttural whiney. The tip of that massive cock, glistening in the torch light and twitching wildly, let forth a torrent of cum that splashed against her face and into her open mouth. She took the entire load onto her face and chest, her hands pawing at her breasts as her mouth was filled with the sweet fluid.


           The stallion finished his job and sat there, panting heavily over the lewd priestess as she closed her mouth. Slowly she swished the salty cum around, her brain savoring the taste of it. She had noticed the taste of cum before from her partners, but now her slutty mind was shuddering in delight at the sensation of a mouthful of seed. Slowly she swallowed it, running her hand down her throat and savoring the delicious fluid. All she knew was that now, she needed more 


Faintly, she heard a noise that her conscious mind couldn’t register. Her lover, such as he was,  moved away immediately at the sound and trotted obediently back to his stall as Zahrine dropped to the ground on her ass with a thump. She looked down at her body, heaving with passionate breaths and bare naked, with her stretched pussy leaking her first load of cum beneath her as it slowly tried to pull itself together. Idly she felt the power of the light flare up, her own mind healing herself and tightening her muscles back to normal without a thought. She was too distracted to notice how that was working though. Distracted first by the glowing rune inches above her sensitive hood. Then by the choked gasps of surprise from the barn door.


“Z-Zahrine?!”


She looked up in a dreamy haze to see several members of her guild standing in the doorway, deep looks of horror plain on their faces. In the center was her Guild Master, who presumably had been the one to call his mount off of what he thought was a mare but turned out to be one of his fellow guildies. She stared at them all a moment, her mind trying to piece together a response to the exclamation. She didn’t bother with “This isn’t what it looks like” or “Thank god you saved me” or anything like that.


Instead, she merely dipped a finger into her cunt and pulled out a string of mixed horse cum and her own juices before licking it slowly off her finger. Then she sighed and gave them all a dangerous look before saying, “Who wants to go next?”