Tristan panted softly as he was lifted and set near the wall, wondering why, still looking back. The hare gasps at the undeniably unique sensation of his shorts turning into sand, leaving his gun harness as his only garment below the waist. This also gave him the appearance of wearing some strange bondage outfit designed to make the wearer more easily mounted. And indeed he is grasped by hip and shoulder, feeling that warm but chilly cock press to his practically bare rump, blushing deeply at the words, but glad to hear them, since they stoked the flame of hope in his heart, that if he was good for this beast he would be free...