Cuan hit Eric's palm with a soft grunt, starting to collect himself only to be interrupted as the hot cum that had followed him up the shaft blasted over him. The sheer force and amount of it forced the wolf back down against the horse's palm and soaked his fur even more thoroughly than it had been before. Cuan coughed and sputtered, then breathed deeply, taking big gulps of the fresh air. He was free once more, or free from Eric's insides, anyways. He collected himself and turned about in the massive horse's palm slowly to face Eric, careful not to slide on the slick cum and fall.<br/><br/>"So what now..?" he asked softly. "I was a good toy, right?" Cuan hated to refer to himself as a mere toy for Eric but that's what he was to such a creature, and he knew better than to antagonize something that could end his life so easily. He might survive if he just played along.