Centaur Booth began to walk across in front of the moat, thinking then to give Johnny a better feel to how he was to be as a stallion's sheath. He gave old Zepar a good view of his demonic handiwork, as he did laugh as seeing how Johnny swung from the moving hind legs of the Museum janitor, Centaur Booth. Ryan stood some distance form the moat, but saw what became of his brother, making him feel guilty.
"Having the fun of your life there Johnny boy, how about you merge a little more with the horse cock on Mister Booth!" Zepar said as then Booth ceased his walking, he stood stiffly at his manly chest, spine straight, his withers to equine spine became straighter, his tail rising.
"Damn you Zepar, but I think Johnny is more my cock and less my sheath from the feelings coming from down in my stifle." Centaur Booth said, as Ryan hearing this he knelt down on one knee to gaining a better view of the large sheath and where his brother might be by then...
Booth stood for a long minute before the blunt tip of his horse-cock began dangling in a soft but bloating way from out the sheath.
"Ryan, brother dear will you look at me now!' Johnny yelped, as his then horse-cock body began to bloat with blood. The mighty horse-cock on centaur Booth began becoming quite erect, as more so with every passing minute. "Ryan, Ryan I can speak, my voice is coming out the lips of the cock pissing hole; I can use my tongue to lick the cock lips, as they were very dry." Johnny said, as Ryan knelt there just five feet away from his bothers new equine glorious self.
"Zepar, you have no heart!" Ryan said, as Zepar hearing the comment just laughed.
"Mister Booth, if you would so do us the honor of anointing Johnny," Zepar said, as Booth stood there and turning his head to stare at the demon, he did as ordered.
Johnny began to cough and then started to choke as from out the mighty centaur's cock surged a boiling frothy brew of equine stallion urine. The piss was hot and a froth of foam began building around the cock lips, as Johnny with his tongue as part of the cock-head, had to be tasting the yellowish brew.
Ryan kneeling, he caught the first view of two human eyes having become as part of the cock sheath, the eyes set just ahead of the scrotum, but as part of the base to the sheath. The eyes were crying, big tears dripping, trailing along the cock body. "My mouth, the piss, it tastes terrible, so sour!" Johnny exclaimed, as Zepar laughed, and Booth tried hard to be apologetic.
"How does your weakling foolish dream feel there boy?" Zepar asked, as much taunting Johnny with a question the lad would find hard not to tell the crude truth as of the feelings and the flavor.