Brian felt so thrilled, even if he knew what he was at was in more ways wrong and a virtual sin against all of nature.
He continued to thrust and hump, pounding his might shaft deep and making the Wizard moan from his own wild and perverted delight.
Even as Brain did what he was commanded, his body began to feel stout, as if stronger in every way possible. Even his already mighty shaft felt the sensation of growth, in lengthening, and gaining more girth, he stretched the Wizard to near bursting.
"If I...were, huh, huh, your stable...hand, huh, huh, then what do you have need of two doing the same, huh, huh, huh, job?" Brian asked, he huffing as he humped hard, working himself down deep and curling along the anal track until his groin slammed the rump and rear of the Wizard.
"Stud, you work yourself like a stud in rut, feel your loins, they pulse with the passion only a beast knows of, you are more like a beast with your every thrust!" The Wizard chided Brian, telling some of what he had a need, and how or why he had a place for another stable-hand.
Brian closed his eyes, working made him sweat, and he felt as if as lathered up as might be a horse after a five mile run.
He wondered why what he was doing seemed so self serving, as if from acting perverted to his way of thinking, he felt a gaining of new vitality. His sense of vitality came to an abrupt halt when while ramming with renewed force, he felt his hairy tail busily flicking, with coarse hairs wisping across rounded, fur covered buttocks.