Outcome of Saturday night’s sketch stream. Sadly, no one tuned in, but I got some good stuff done :3 If you’d like to catch me during my streams, you can find me at https://picarto.tv/eqlipse333. I usually start streaming around 7 pm EST, and typically do so with the intent of catching some commissions while streaming :3

More thursts. More humanity lost. More overwhelming sensations. Jeremy could barely hold his own mind together. Indeed, it felt like something was being thrust into him alongside the transformation… something was being pushed into his mind, just as the stallion’s cock was jamming itself to the hilt in his own cunt.

The need to obey Mast- the stallion was building itself a home within his conscience. And pleasure was its throne. Each thrust built that home a little bigger. Each hilting burried it a little deeper.

Jeremy’s conscience started to crawl its way back over the alarm bells his subcoscious was blarring at him. Something was happening to him! Not just his body, but him! Master was- wait, MASTER?! No no no, he had no idea who this dark, handsom, studly stallion was, or why- WTF?! “Dark, handsom, studly?!” Where did those thoughts come from?!

His conscience was able to clamp down just in time to prevent much more intrusion of these things, but not before the final act…