<em>There.</em><br/><br/>Taskill's nuzzling got Midnight's attention at least. Apologetic or not, he cared little for watching his Master having his way with the female -- that's what females were for, right? That was the alicorn's attitude towards them anyway, words or not, and had always been thus far. Instead, he shifted his frame to study the sprite in front of him. Whatever he did, he wouldn't pass for a female and he knew that well enough by now; the male's erection was enough of a tell, and he was always hard anyway.<br/><br/>So was Midnight.<br/><br/>Always ready to service his females before, he had never thought about it twice; the fact that it also happened around Taskill these days was only because of the times he had been made to ... and he was on the air even before he could nuzzle the neck in front of him back, caught by the leg and up, head hitting the sprite on his shoulder and back before he could even /try/ to straighten himself. The lack of control was terrifying, but the alicorn had little time to even think about it before he hit the floor in front of Bryn.<br/><br/>It was a rather loud sound when his arms tried to stop the fall and failed to hold his weight like a good pair of forelegs would -- they bent under him instead, twisting and sliding until his legs followed and splattered on the ground every which way. The upward look he shot his captor was pure hatred, but then that was nothing like thirty seconds later, when he heard the wizard's command.<br/><br/>He had only learned about these perversions after being imprisioned in the castle, and it had only taken a few tries with the females before he had figured out why Bryn loved it so much. Some of them were pretty good at it and seemed to love doing it; he, on the other hand, was not interested in milking anyone's prick like a mare's tit -- or in any way, fuck you very much.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, lack of interest made no difference to Bryn as history had proven well enough. Even more unfortunately, Midnight had reached a wall of his own when his lifted eyes caught the end of Lyra's transformation.<br/><br/><em>He is never going to give me my body back for anything other than his entertainment.</em><br/><br/>The alicorn's face contorted with pure distaste, and he looked from Lyra to Bryn's own eyes as his own turned suddenly cold as ice. Midnight's fingers splayed on the floor underneath, pushing his torso up while he gathered his legs behind and under himself to stretch into a semi-seated position before his head lashed back and sent the dark mane of hair flying behind for a split second. The sensation was almost right. Almost. Soon he would forget who he had been and become another slave to this man.<br/><br/>"Fuck your cock."<br/><br/>Not terribly original, that, but the amount of teeth those three words revealed was a challenge of its own.