Patreon Compilation – Fic#145 – McCree/Hanzo – werehorse!Jesse; pregnancy; living together – Holding The Reigns 4 (Patreon)

This is the (probably) last part of the shifter!Jesse verse!

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McCree/Hanzo – formerly abused werehorse shifter Jesse has found a new home with Hanzo. Some time has gone by and Jesse has been busy being a fuckboy not only toward Hanzo but also the mares in his herd. Hanzo doesn't mind; he likes watching. But sooner or later it was bound to happen...

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Hanzo starts to spend more and more time out on the fields where he has his horses… and Jesse. He still has to do his work but more often than not he finds himself staring at his schedule and trying to shift things around and delegate works that he would have never given up previously so he would have more opportunities to go out and see Jesse.

Before he knows it… two years have already passed. He doesn’t know where the time went, but there it is: him living in a sort of relationship with a werehorse shifter that is still refusing to live inside a house. He says it is because of the mares that he has integrated into his herd… but Hanzo feels like that he has simply forgotten how to be a normal human after being stuck as a horse for such an extended amount of time. Jesse can be surprisingly skittish at seemingly random moments.

It’s not rare that he will find him mating one of the mares when he comes there, already mounted up and thrusting, his soft nostrils trembling with the effort he obviously puts into each and every one of his movements while the mares docilely let him fuck.

Hanzo does not want to admit that it gets him hot and bothered to watch but… it is a truth that he will have to come to terms with eventually anyway. There is just something so animalistic and depraved about watching Jesse completely dominate the gentle little mares and ram that massive cock into their plump cunts. He looks so large compared to them that Hanzo feels like even they must be struggling to take it all. It surely looks like it when they awkwardly shuffle their hoofs a little farther apart, rounding their hips to try and take him better in.

Jesse is completely unapologetic about it. He does not care about Hanzo’s presence. He will take them whenever he damn well pleases… including Hanzo which… it makes him feel good. Like he’s just part of Jesse’s herd. Part of the ones that he will fiercely protect but also use as he sees fit.

Funny, given how he bought King because he felt like he could make sure the horse would no longer be abused.

Despite all of this, Hanzo has the most astonishing feeling of… exclusivity. Jesse’s presence is intense. He seems to always be aware of when Hanzo’s dark eyes are on him, playing his breeding up just for his ‘owner’s’ viewing pleasure, it feels like.

Afterwards he will trot to Hanzo, changing his form mid-stride and showing off the magnificent shapes of his human body. His heavy cock bouncing half-hard between his strong thighs, still glistening wet from a mare that’s still standing there, seemingly dazed from the huge stud that had bred her moments prior.

And Jesse would have more energy still. More than enough to hoist Hanzo up and fuck him against the side of the fence, his dark eyes glinting wild and carefree as they bore into Hanzo’s face.

It’s as much teenage abandon as Hanzo will probably ever allow himself. He has never been one to just… ‘follow his heart’. He is a man of cool calculation. But… having King turn out to be a man able to turn into a horse had been something that nobody would have been able to calculate. It had thrown Hanzo out of the well-trodden paths of his life, and honestly he is not sad about it.

What they should have been able to calculate but simply hadn’t was the simple fact that Jesse being very much a horse in his other body would be able to impregnate one of the mares that he so frequently would breed when Hanzo wasn’t there to be the nice warm hole he’d put his load into.

It is an… awkward situation. For Hanzo, that is. Jesse does not seem concerned in the least. If anything, he seems to enjoy the sight of the mare immensely as her stomach grows larger with who knew what kind of creature was growing inside of her.

Was it a normal foal, since Jesse was more or less a normal horse in his other form? Hanzo wants to have a doctor come more often than not just to have an ultrasound and see for himself… but the thought of some kind of weird hybrid creature being in there and someone finding out what Jesse truly is is staying his hand.

So he doesn’t try to figure it out and instead just attempts to have Jesse’s innate calm rub off on him.

It’s not all animalistic fucking. It is what Jesse mostly is interested in when their encounters start, but it does not stay like that. Once he has cooled his ardour and made sure that Hanzo’s insides are shaped after his dick, he would stay with him to just… exist next to each other, peaceful and at times even tranquil.

It’s… good. Hanzo tends to the last few wounds that Jesse sports until those, too, are just memories of the past. He has a bit of a limp when he is in his human form, his thick body hair cut through by a few scars here and there… but all in all Jesse seems just happy with where he is in life.

As is Hanzo, honestly. The occasional thrill of Jesse testing out his teeth against his skin is just one more show of trust that the man would never infect Hanzo with the sickness that is flowing through his veins. He is large and fierce and protective. More loyal than many of the guards Hanzo has currently employed.

When the mare is due to give birth, it comes weirdly sudden. Hanzo had managed not to think about it too much, and Jesse had never really spoken about it to begin with. Seeing her lie on the field one afternoon, restless and shuddering every now and then, it is clear what is about to happen.

Jesse is close by, though for the first time he looks a little awkward and like he doesn’t know what to do as he watches the little mare stretch out her neck as she bears down on her child to get it to move down the birthing channel.

Hanzo can’t really help as well. He squats down next to her, brushing over her shivering, large belly and murmuring comforting nonsense as he stares at her slippery pussy. When a pair of little hoofs starts to appear, he breathes a sigh of relief.

Glancing up to Jesse, he becomes aware of him having moved closer, his hand around his dick, jerking it slowly. Despite the depravity Hanzo has witnessed from him throughout the time they have been together, he looks away again, flustered. It would figure Jesse’d get horny from watching one of his mares giving birth.

Things move faster once the hoofs have made their appearance. The snout that appears soon after looks very normal as well. In fact, the whole little foal is just that: a foal. Hanzo’s insides unclench once it has slipped out onto the juicy grass, moving its head groggily and searching for its mother.

He moves away to let her do whatever she has to take care of, stepping to Jesse and ignoring the movement of his arm.

“Are you happy now? It is your child.”

“Mmmh,” he mutters, his eyes heavy lidded and a bit unfocused… until they aren’t, as his gaze becomes sharp all of a sudden, his arm stopping. “Look.”

Hanzo turns, his eyes going wide as he sees instead of a foal a newborn human in the grass, wriggling as the mare carefully licks over its head. He moves toward it with a start but under his gaze, the babe transforms back yet again, obviously unable to control it much yet.

Hanzo inhales sharply, head turning to stare at Jesse who looks thoughtful.

“Did you know that it would…” he trails off as Jesse shakes his head.

“Never impregnated one before,” he drawls, eying the foal as it begins to stand on shaky legs.

“We can’t just… this is dangerous. If it transforms back just like that again…”

Jesse shrugs his shoulders.

“I’ll keep an eye on it. It should be fine. I think.” After a moment of quiet he turns to Hanzo. “If you want it.”

“What… is that supposed to mean?”

Jesse just quietly stares at him until Hanzo turns back to the foal again, flustered as he watches it drink from its mother.

“You want me to raise it?”

“I want us to raise it.”

Hanzo shudders. The sound of that… He doesn’t think he’s ever heard Jesse so serious before. He rubs his hands against his pants.

“I suppose… I don’t have much choice anyway.”

The hair on the back of his neck starts to prickle, his fingers curling into his pants. He had not expected to become a parent today but Jesse looks… inordinately pleased with the whole outcome.

Hanzo would have not expected the foal to be like this, though now that he thinks about it the chance of it turning out this way has been high.

Maybe he should just… stop thinking so much when it comes to Jesse.