Moonlight Rituals - Azarath

Moonlight Rituals is a short NSFW TF comic drawn by me and commissioned by Aedrion. For more updates look for the Moonlight Rituals tag.  

The unicorn marred by scars and cuts called Azarath once served in a special unit of armed forces. All over the globe, his chief and his team solved 'problems' either by fixing it, or removing it. Many were the wounds he sustained in fights and the times he woke up in a hospital bed, having narrowly escaped death. In fact, it became so frequent that his comrades in arms assumed he was cheating death constantly, earning his his nickname 'Cheat'.  

But thinking that the multitude or jagged scars were accidental would be a mistake. Azarath had a penchant for going back for the wounded, pulling people out of danger zones and sticking his neck out for the ordinary civilian. When asked about this unhealthy habit of risking his life every time, he would crack the smallest of grins and jest about them not having bested Death at cards to get out free like him. Eventually, Azarath's wounds caught up with him and he retired when he got a limp, instead deciding to serve as a investigator for private affairs.

And so it was he was intrigued when people kept vanishing in some particular woodlands. Locals spoke of druids and witches, cultist and monsters. Azarath heard of a recent vanishing and decided to investigate it personally. Before long, he was caught by the while majestic beings that guarded the woods. Being partially disabled, he could not outrun his equine pursuers and when cornered, he readied to fight. Argwynn stepped forth, meeting this challenge of a prideful warrior and the two wrestled until it was clear man could not beat unicorn. It wasn't long before the fight turned into something else however. Azarath's body twisted, grew, warped as his feet became hooves, his neck grew longer, his belly bloated and his groin swelled with equine pride, clothes ripping as it went. 

As he collapsed onto all fours, Argwynn trotted off out of reach and Azarath instinctively gave chase, haphazardly and clumsy on all his hooves, intent on getting back at this magical monster that had transformed him, only to find his body was in better shape than he'd ever been. He had regained his strenght and more and his wounds, while still there to mar the otherwise pristine coat of fur, no longer impeded him. Thankful and at last convinced that all this time, it was possible something supernatural had kept him alive, Azarath embraced his changes and joined the herd, intent on guarding his kin and perhaps figuring out if it had been luck or something else that had shielded him all this time. As his cock swelled after the fight, lust took over. His powerful legs allowed him to thrust his new, huge black cock into another unicorn and as he lay upon the altar getting mounted, whichever name he'd had before slipped from thought. 

Now he is their warrior, their guardian, a watchful silent force that strikes fast and cums hard... 

Azarath, the warrior. Writing by Aedrion:  https://www.furaffinity.net/user/foulfrost