Chapter 2
By the time Malvais reached the overgrown muggle logging road leading into the forest. Any upkeep on it had stopped when the area had been designed a reservation for magical creatures. A combination of a muggle repelling ward and hazard signs falsely claiming chemical leaks kept the land free of trespassing muggles. Wizards, were likewise discouraged from entry by wards to prevent poaching. This would have been inconvenient for Malvais, if he hadn't been the one to create the reservation in the first place. Under the pretense of atoning for his family's past, he had become a leading force for unicorn conservation. Best of all, his desire to encourage large and healthy unicorn herds was entirely genuine. His efforts rewarded him with a secret ward key into a completely private forest filled with unicorns ready to mate.
Killing the van's headlights, Malvais slowly drove by the light of the full moon to his normal site. He loved nights like this one, since the moonlight gave him a crystal-clear view.
The boy was still tightly restrained, face down and legs spread, in the back of the van. The enchanted toy’s growth had slowed, straining against the current limits of the kid’s virgin body. Malvais closely examined the boy’s stomach. It was hard to make out how deeply the colon snake had progressed. But a few moments observation revealed a faint spasm as the toy twisted in a different direction. Good, it was probably deep enough. Examining the stretched rim revealed that it had only expanded to three and a half inches… at least a half inch below what the kid would need to survive the night’s breeding. But he had added so much healing solution, it would probably be fine. With a smirk, he spanked the protruding end of the toy in mock frustration, forcing it even deeper.
As much as he wanted to keep playing with the little slut, there was work to do. Malvais reached down to grab carefully designed handles built into the leather bindings. Making sure not to touch skin, he carefully hauled the limp boy from the van. The kid's limp body hung from the straps- legs bound ankle-to-thigh, forearms bound behind his back, and completely unresponsive save for subtle shifts and shudders as the muggleborn's body reacted to the large object squirming inside of him.
Hefting the child, Malvais set off, following an overgrown path that wound its way deep into the forest. He made his way past his older test sites, following the secret trail to its end: a spacious clearing at the heart of the woods. It was a strange place- a perfect circle of grass surrounded by a smooth line of trees. There were no unruly weeds or young trees taking advantage of the break in the canopy. Aside from several moss covered stones, the ground was completely level. It made Malvais nervous, nothing that flawless stayed that way without a cause, though had yet to find anything significant.
This was his first time using the site for his work. It was an ideal spot: a central location surrounded by easily passable growth, with good visibility and plenty of space. He hadn't wanted to risk using it until his procedure was perfect. Malvais felt deeply satisfied as he took his first steps into the meadow.
At first glance, what occupied the center of the clearing appeared to be a gleaming unicorn. Malvais had set the thing up weeks ago, giving the natural energy of the forest enough time to overwhelm any trace of his magic. The statue had been specially crafted from magically purified silver, forged into thick metal bars, then enchanted to twist together into a cage with an abstract silhouette of a horse. Smaller twists of silver wire twisted together to form ghostly details. It had been incredibly expensive, but Malvais's product was so rare that it had only taken a single successful harvest to cover the cost. The statue couldn't break, be pushed over, or allow a stray hoof or shift in equine bulk to cause damage to tonight's breeding sleeve (issues Malvais had encountered during his first attempts, requiring him to interrupt the process and heal his unlucky volunteer).
The metal also carried enchantments that reacted to a wizard’s ambient magic. Malvais was shielded, but tonight's toy wasn't and the material reacted. The previously solid metal began to flow like lines of quicksilver. Placing the boy face down on top of the statue, the kid was quickly engulfed and dragged downwards. The existing restraints kept the kid's legs bent and arms bound, since there was no need to remove them. As he sank, the boy's body was forced into a mating position.
First, was the slow slide of the body at a downwards angle until the boy’s ass settled against the back of the structure, his asshole positioned to occupy the area of a mare’s vulva. Folded legs were then pried obscenely wide, thighs forced up to either side of the boy's torso. Once the kid’s lower half was in place, the rest of the boy was pulled lower, finally settling with the kid's back forced into an arch that highlighted the curve of his stomach. Metal tendrils crawled over bare skin, twisting around every inch of virgin skin until the boy was caged in a lattice of silver. For his own amusement, Malvais had designed the structure to leave the occupant’s head, chest, and cock uncovered. He liked to see the children's heads lolling, chests heaving, and little cocks jiggling while they served the unicorn stallions. Occasionally, one of the children would be developed enough to have an orgasm or two, which was always fun to watch.
Of course, the important bits were left completely bare. The kids stomachs were cum buckets after all and needed plenty of room to expand. The kids assholes... well that was obvious.
Once the metal settled into place, there was no going back. Unless the statue was completely destroyed, nothing would be moving its contents until the moonlight waned. And the statue could withstand a battering ram...
It remained to be seen if the little boy's asshole could.
Once the breeding bench's structure stopped moving, Malvais approached and examined the fit for any issues. The position spread the kid's cheeks so widely that it looked like a flat plane of skin surrounding a stuffed hole, which by now had been stretched so wide that only a thin band of bruised flesh was visible around the toy inside.
Finally, Malvais reached for a storage pouch and took out a large stainless steel cauldron with a tightly clamped lid. The iron chamber was another of his original designs. It was round, like a barrel – but with perfectly straight sides like a polished cylinder. The smooth interior made it easy to clean, which was crucial given its contents. From the same pouch, he grabbed a length of hose and a large rubber nozzle that could expand in size. He may not like them very much, but muggles did make some very useful items.
He then connected the hose to a spigot at the bottom of the cauldron. Malvais smirked as he adjusted the nozzle to match the current size of the colon snake. He needed the boy's insides sealed tight for this.
Grabbing the base of the snake with his free hand, Malvais hauled on the protruding end of the thick toy, which began thrashing as if trying to stay lodged inside the kid. It was certainly a sight to see, but ultimately futile as Malvais dragged it out inch by inch, the still active enchantment stirring the boy’s stretched and battered rim.
The moment his slut’s ass was empty, Malvais strong-armed the nozzle into the waiting hole.
The fit was already close... but the larger size would only help the kid deal with things later. Malvais increased the size until the boy's rim strained, the skin pulled completely taut.
Finally, he reached into his pocket for what he considered to be vital protective equipment: a pair of nose plugs. Not for the first time, Malvais wondered how the mudblood’s unconscious mind processed sensory information. His Obliviator friend Anton claimed that it was practically impossible to remove all aspects of an obliviated memory. The memory of the experience was easy enough to erase, but sensory experience often became so interconnected with the subject’s background sensory recall that it was beyond difficult to pry specific sensations out from a person’s awareness. Malvais really got a kick out of the idea that the potent scent of horse piss would shortly be burning itself into the 10 year old’s sinuses.
Trying not to breath, Malvais finally removed the cauldron's lid.
The smell was immediate and overwhelming, even through his blocked nostrils. Strong, sharp and acrid, with a slightly sweet undertone: the smell of horse piss. Specifically, piss collected from a summertime mare. It was the key ingredient to Malvais's enterprise. Unicorns might be willing to tolerate young and pure humans, but that alone wouldn't lure them to the clearing, much less arouse them to act. With some trial and error, Malvais had discovered the secret ingredient. The smell was a mare's urine was repulsive to humans, but to a stallion's nose? It was a direct invitation. Unicorns may be fantastically magical, elusive creatures – but they shared many traits with their non-magical brethren. Taking advantage of that, Malvais had painstakingly collected large volumes of piss from mares in heat and concentrated it. Added to a modified healing potion as a base, the final product was a slippery, viscous sludge that would ooze rather than flow and emitted a scent strong enough shout to the entire preserve "I’m a fertile lonely mare, who desperately needs breeding!"
With a twist to the spigot's valve, the cauldron's enchantments activated and the lid began its slow but steady journey downwards. The potion was too thick to flow by only gravity’s pull, so Malvais had modified the heavy lid of the cauldron to act like the plunger on a syringe, forcing the mixture through the connecting hose in strong spurts.
Malvais watched the cauldron empty and the boy's insides fill. Thanks to the earlier treatments, there was plenty of room in the kid's intestines. It was an extra-large cauldron, and the volume it contained caused the boy's belly to hang heavy and rounded beneath him.
Once every drop was drained, Malvais returned the empty cauldron and hose to the storage pouch. Checking that everything was in order, Malvais readied himself and gripped the base of the nozzle. In one merciless motion, Malvais hauled on the base of the plug. The large size and thick ooze inside formed a tight seal, resisting the pull, until it finally relented with a loud, wet squelch.
Nozzle in hand, Malvais took off towards the edge of the treeline. He had constructed a small platform to observe things, made invisible and heavily warded against sight, scent, sound, and any means of detection that he could imagine. Once inside, Malvais stowed the dripping plug, thoroughly cleaned his hands, and sat back to admire the scene.
From above, only the rear end of the mudblood was visible. But from his nearby warded shelter, Malvais would be able to see every moment of each encounter. He watched as the boy's gaping hole tried and failed to close, the motion coaxing the first gush of thickened piss from the kid's insides. Instead of flowing from the filled body like a normal liquid, the piss had congealed to a thick, sluggish slime. It oozed past the boy's rim in a slow seep to splatter wetly against the earth below. Malvais hadn't bothered to remove his nose plugs, but he knew that the powerful scent of the slop would have already filled the clearing. Soon the night's gentle breeze would waft pheromones screaming of a desperate mare in heat through the surrounding forest.
With such a powerful lure, Malvais knew it wouldn't be long before a suitor would arrive to put the little boy's hole to good use.