Filled with enormous lust, Mike the Muletaur kicked free knocking the stable boy to the ground. Then he mounted the startled man. Suddenly filled with the knowledge of what it was to be a muletaur, Mike whispered some words that greatly terrified the stable hand.
"Not quite true. A muletaur is sterile and cannot produce offspring in the traditional sense, but hehehe he is still as virile as a horse, and hornier. And here's the best part, Muletaurs are contagious, so whoever they rape becomes a muletaur too. Any of your brushes can cure that?"
"NOOOOOO!" the stablehand cried as the Muletaur penetrated him.