Night time

Two more immaculate hooves later you finally lay down on the hay next to your new master, your aching body screaming at you to finally stop moving. The unicorn seems to have positioned himself so that only his hindquarters are near your patch of hay, perhaps due to the filth that you seem to have covered yourself in.

Strangely, you don't seem to mind the filth or the sleeping position, feeling positively lucky to be able to cuddle up to your beautiful superior's body for warmth no matter the part. You curl up against the beast's rear, the smooth black tail flicking up to rest over your upper body, creating a pocket of warmth as well as exposing your master's puckered, stalion's asshole now hardly half a foot from your face.

You pause for a few moments, admiring the occasional clench or twitch of the large black sphincter in front of you before you take a long, shuddering breath, horse pheremones filling your nostrils and permeating your brain with unknown arousal. The scent does as much to enslave your horny mind to the beast next to you as the curse your class has apparently placed on you.

Assuming your master has gone to sleep from the apparent lack of voice in your brain, you edge closer to the fragrant asshole, pushing your face up until your nose is just millimeters away and all you can smell are the overwhelming, mind melting ass pheremones of your new master. Some part of you realizes that this is wrong, and incredibly indecent but then a puff of concentrated gass pushes out from the puckered lips, filling your nose and quickly resetting your brain to submissive arousal.

Adled by the adoration charm and sheer humiliation of becoming enslaved to a talking horse, you press your nose against the dirty asshole with reckless abandon. Opening your mouth and moaning softly into your new focus of worship you start to lose yourself in the pleasure that serving this asshole is bringing you, pussy juice dripping down your thigh as you rub your clit to the scent. You dart your tongue out to taste the sweet sphincter, finding and eating flecks of shit as you rub your face around the horses' rear, your nose pushed up like a truffle pig ready to accept it when your master lets out any more smells.

Your master, still awake, marvels at your self-humiliation, wondering if it's the strength of the ranger class or your incredibly pathetic nature.

Snorting the powerful smell of your powerful master, you cum hard before passing out in your indignant position.