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Spoils of War

Heiken was completely naked as he trotted down the pathway, leaving the fort where he left the armor that branded him as a general behind him; he was on an incognito mission for the queen herself. As a thick, bulky stallion, he would be completely inconspicuous when travelling south from Arrenthen to the Great Golden Untherian Plains, not a single one of the dragons of the nation would know who or what he really was. As such, he could easily slip through the enemy's defenses to get a proper survey of what his armies would have to deal with in the immediate future.

The nations of Arrenthen and Untheria were in the midst of an armed conflict over the minerals and resources in the mountain range that partially served as a border between the two districts. To the north, Arrenthen was a land of tropical paradise, with vast jungles, a web of rivers, and a population of avians, felines, and equines. To the south, Untheria was a land of vast yellow plains and rolling hills, small forests dotting the landscape, and a wealth of agricultural land populated by saurossins of all kinds from the massive dragons to the smaller reptilian subspecies. Both had things the other needed, and the rising tension regarding the tariffs set upon one another had escalated into armed conflict.

As a general in Queen Talba Ebonoldty's army, Heiken was in charge of much of the strategy involved in positioning troops, fortifying borders, and commanding armies. He could have sent a scout south of the border to get a better look at what awaited them should they attack, or more importantly what might be heading for them in an imminent assault, but the more he thought about it the more clear it became that he could only trust himself to gather the data and make decisions based off that.

Plus, as a quadruped horse he could masquerade as a feral, hopefully allowing him to travel through the Untherian wilds without anyone assuming he was anything more than a Mindless beast. His patterns and colors weren't unique aside from the layout of the spots on his flank, and he had left all of his armor at the last fort before the border so there wouldn't be any way to identify him. Aside from the deep baritone of his commanding voice and his relationship with the king and queen, he didn't have much to verify his identity even if something bad happened and he was caught.

Of course, he knew that going out into what he considered an untamed land on his own without any identification was as much a strategic advantage as it was a risk, as he might be denied entry back into the country upon concluding his reconnaissance. He had talked to the royal guard and made sure they would be ready for his return while they were helping him to take off all the armor, but that didn't mean that it would be the same guards on duty or that they're remember in two to three weeks upon his return. Things could get dicey, but it was a risk he was willing to take for the greater good of his queen and kingdom.

With head held high he carried on south of the fort, trotting his way to his destination: The plains south of the Getriok Mountains where there was rumored to be an army of dragons and winged saurossins amassing to plan an attack. He had only a few days to make it there, so he quickened his pace to a gallop and raced his way down the path, mentally mapping the region as he went off the roads and into the deep mixed woods of forest, jungle, and meadow that wrapped around the mountain range.

Many hours passed with him keeping a rather steady pace. He did have to slow down to less than a gallop in order to maintain his stamina and ensure maximum mobility, but kept at a hastened trot as he ducked and weaved through the many trees and thick underbrush of the forest. Though he was aiming for the direct route from the border to his destination, he was quickly starting to regret that decision as he was learning that dense foliage slowed him down immensely and sapped his energy. Sure, it meant he had plenty of food to keep him fueled, but that slowed him down as well as eating took time that he didn't feel he could spare.

On the positive side Heiken was a well toned, athletic stallion who had trained his body through years of rigorous exercise to resist the elements and maximize his endurance and durability. A full day could go by with him not having to take a break aside from the usual things a feral stallion would have to do every few hours when eating and drinking a lot. Of course, those numbers were tested and verified on open plains and well kept trade routes, not through woodlands comprised of forest and jungle interspersed with one another.

At one point, just when he thought he had found a nice gait through the woods and the meadowland clearings that dotted the foothills of the mountain, a vine popped up out of the ground to snag his hoof, making him trip and fall directly onto his chest and chin with rump up in the air and tail dangling onto his back and haunches.

Angry, he got back to all four hooves and found that vine, kicking and stomping at it with the fury of a mare scorned until it snapped in three with bark and wood chips bursting in all directions, huffing and snorting all the while. Once he was content with having vanquished his foe, he kept on his way through the mixed forest to his destination.

On his travels, he slipped through dense jungle, trotted through open forest, and galloped across meadows to his goal. He daintily traversed valleys lined by thick vegetation, mucked through the mud of more swampy areas, and cleaned himself by proudly stomping across open rivers. No natural elements could keep Heiken from his duty! Maybe he would be slowed down, maybe he might need to take detours, and maybe he'd get tired constantly fighting with foliage and water and mud, but he could not and would not stop.

Not until nightfall.

After a rather taxing evening trek across a twenty meter wide but one meter deep river that had come down from on high in the mountains, Heiken decided it was time to call it a day. He'd made it more than fifty kilometers since that morning and knew that at that pace it would take him three days to reach his destination, a pace to be proud of. The first day needed to end, due to how frustrated he'd gotten at the time wasted finding an underwater bridge shallow enough for him to traverse without getting swept up in the current.

Upon making landfall on the opposite shore, he found a mossy tree trunk and got to his knees, laying on his side with his flank nestled in the roots and chin up on one of them. The sun was nearly gone and the moon was high in the sky, reflecting off the babbling river that was now behind him, and he needed to sleep in order to have a productive second day.

Heiken's military schedule kicked in nice and early, the rigidity of his sleep patterns stealing him away from his dreams even without the aid of a rooster or royal guard. When he woke, he could feel the cold morning dew on his body and the light chill in the air. The sun had not yet come up, but that was perfect for him since it meant that he could cover more ground without getting too sweaty.

He rolled to all four hooves and shook off his mane, flicking his tail a bit to straighten it out and kick some of the twigs and debris from it. However, he quickly realized that if he were to convince any of the saurossins that he was feral and not a high ranking official of the Arrenthen army, he would need to look more ragged than he did, so he flopped back down and rolled in the dirt and moss a bit before standing back up.

Once he felt ready to go, he stepped into the cold water and relieved himself fully to hide his presence from others. He then remembered that he was masquerading as a feral stallion, and it would be less conspicuous to just go in the forest, but by then it was too late and the resulting mess was already being washed away.

Content with his progress, he hopped back over the river bank and started his lengthy fifty plus kilometer trek to the Great Golden Untherian Plains.

Much like the prior day, his trek was mostly uneventful as he trudged and trotted through the patchwork of forests, fields, and jungles, occasionally stopping to eat and drink at the streams and rivers he found. One thing he knew about wilderness survival was that flowers in this region were surprisingly high in nutrients, and that digging for root vegetables with his hooves could be good for his energy levels even if it meant he literally had to eat dirt.

Heiken had taste, though. He was better than that, and he could enjoy some good veggies clear of the dirt that came with it. When he saw a patch of wild carrots, he dug in with his hooves and carefully plucked them from the dirt with his teeth, bunching them up in a pile and carrying them to the next stream he found. When there, he lowered his head and shook to clean their purple flesh of dirt before chomping down on a wonderful meal.

Back in Arrenthen, he got treated like royalty but it was rare to enjoy a thick, juicy, wild carrot. Nothing quite compared and that meal gave him the energy and gusto to carry on. From there, he leapt over and ducked under fallen logs, careful to avoid vines and thorny underbrush as he barreled his way through the denser region of the forest and jungle until he could gallop through the open meadows.

The day was going quite well, with him well ahead of schedule thanks to having found a few strips of open meadow that filled his belly with nutrient rich flowers followed by lengthy bouts of galloping. In fact, he was doing so well that he seriously considered taking a bit of a break to enjoy the natural beauty of the place while giving himself a bit of rest from all the galloping. Much as he would have liked that, he had a duty to fulfill and he couldn't waste a moment dawdling or gawking at the mountains in the distance. He was a general in the queen's army, not some posh artist taking brush strokes of the snow-capped summit.

Upon bursting back through the treeline, he caught a whiff of the most wonderful scent to a stallion such as him. Estrus mare. It was very weak and he kept losing it in the gentle gusts of wind, but he kept his snout up as he barreled forth, pausing every few dozen meters to see if he could find out where the smell was coming from. The deeper into the woods he went, the stronger the scent and the clearer it had become that there was a horny mare in the vicinity. He may not have been some posh artist, but a mare was the sort of distraction he was happy to indulge in the hour or so's worth of spare time he'd gained by his unfettered journey this day.

Deeper he went, using his nose to guide him to a spot in what seemed like a relatively clear area, with no trees for a dozen meters in any direction. As he got to that clearing with the parting of the canopy above him, he found the acrid scent to be its most intense. When he looked down and sniffed at the leaves of the short bushes and ferns around his ankles, he saw wet spots all over and a few drips and moist marks leading westbound. He peeled his lip back to better hold in the scent of the estrus mare that couldn't have been far before trotting towards the source.

Once again, he noticed that the more ground he put behind him, the stronger the scent had become, only this time it seemed like the source was in two, three, or even four directions, thus confusing him. In his mind, he was going to find this mare and release some tension before continuing on with his mission to expose and report on the enemy's troops. In his distraction, his member had slowly swelled to half mast, thick and heavy it dangled between his legs with a light stream of silken precum splashing webs over the leaves of the ferns below him with every step; this slowed him down a bit, but the intoxication that he felt when hunting for an estrus mare temporarily wiped that concern from his mind.

Forward and onward he trudged, ears up to listen for any sounds that might give away the location of this beauty. He turned left around a thick tree trunk, then followed a valley before crossing a stream and doubling back to return to a fallen log he'd seen before. This scent was taking him on quite the erratic path, and the mare that left it must have been lost because her trail didn't seem to make any sense whatsoever. Still, Heiken was not the type to give up on horny mares, his seed could breed the next great generation of stallions on the Great Golden Untherian Plains.

Perhaps he should have given up when he realized that the trail was unnatural, as he found himself too distracted by the scent of the mare to realize that he was being watched and guided by others that hid in the trees and under the ferns of the jungle floor.

While he was sniffing like a hound along the drip trail of estrus mare scent that had been drizzled over the low-hanging leaves of the jungle ferns, his cock swaying left and right with every heavy step, he was quickly ambushed by just one tiny assailant.

A meter tall saurossin holding a glistening, cone-shaped plug of sorts fell from the canopy, wings spread to glide silently between the trees before landing directly on Heiken's haunches where he immediately grabbed onto the base of the stallion's tail to hold himself in place, anticipating a wild ride.

Immediately, Heiken's eyes went wide and he started to buck wildly, hooves kicking out as he tossed his head and whinnied and grunted in an attempt to get the tiny aqua and crimson dragon off his back. He even went so far as to sidestep and slam his flank into a tree, but it was no use. "Get off me!" He bellowed, voice shaking the trees around him.

"If you say so!" The tiny saurossin yanked at the stallion's tail to expose his anal sphincter, spat in his hand and slapped the pucker to moisten it, and slammed the plug into Heiken with all his might, the tapered bulge of it spreading his flesh and popping in with ease so that the stallion's plump doughnut squeezed tight between the plug and the base, holding it in place even as the assailant jumped off his back and scrambled back up into the trees.

Heiken was now enraged beyond belief, as a powerful shot of pain lanced through his spine and made his mane stand on end. The first thing he tried to do was to push the plug out of him, but no matter how hard he grunted and squeezed on it, the plug would not budge. This angered him farther, so he reared up and used all of his might to buck at the tree that the tiny saurossin had climbed up. The sheer force of the kick dislodged one of the tiny ones to fall out of the tree right next to him, giving him an opportunity to wildly kick with all his might, hoof connecting with its skull with the power to elicit an audible crunch followed by the rustling of ferns as he fell to the ground, never to get back up.

Though not happy that it came to that, Heiken felt some satisfaction getting back at one of the miniature dragons that had done this to him. He lowered his head and looked around, sidestepping and spinning to see if he could do anything to combat the remaining saurossins, but he couldn't find any in the area aside from the single one he kicked. Once he was convinced he could maybe get out of there before they did anything else embarrassing to him, he kicked off the ground and started to gallop out of that clearing, eager to continue on his quest while also keen on finding a way to get rid of that plug that was lodged deep in his rump.

His mind remained keen, as he knew that he was revealed to the enemy now. The dragons must have known who he was, or they wouldn't have made such an attempt at humiliating him. Of course, they could have just been fooling around with an unlucky stallion, since he was quite the attractive quadruped; however, any chance of him convincing the assailing group of dragons that he was just a simple feral horse was washed away when he spoke to them, even though the massive cock that swung between his hind legs was more of something that a feral would keep, not a sentient who knew better.

In fact, that thick and heavy cock was what slowed him down. As his member had not fully retracted into its sheath thanks to the gentle scent of estrus mare he still smelled, he found that every bound and gallop was met with one of his hind legs slapping at the length of it, battering it around. He did eventually have to stop in hopes of having it retreat, but the mare scent caught up to him and only served to further engorge his member.

A snapping of twigs could be heard in the canopy above, drawing Heiken's attention. He looked up to see that the dragons were looking down at him from the lowest branches of the tree, following him wherever he went. This spelled certain problems for him, as he was in their domain and they had a distinct advantage over him due to being able to climb and attack from above; if he could emerge into a meadow or field, then he could take them on one by one!

He used this knowledge to try and suss out the best path to the nearest meadow patch, veering off from the direction he was headed to burst through two trees in order to go south. Evidently, the saurossin pack that was following him had anticipated this move because he ran headlong into two sets of them each with bits of net and lengths of rope. They dove into him and tossed a net on him, which was an attempt to slow him down but not to stop him. When that didn't work, two more jumped on him and tossed some more ropes around his chest and torso in an attempt to snag him. That didn't work eithr, so they jumped down and wrapped the rope around each of his front hooves, planing themselves in place with each end of rope wrapped around a nearby tree trunk, tripping him hard and abruptly.

Heiken fell flat on his chest and neck with his ass up in the air, dirt and twigs splaying out from either side of him as he skidded along the forest floor. His front hooves were all tangled up in the rope and he could barely move them, but was able to struggle and wiggle his way to all fours, front legs bound together all the while. He tried to pull and push at the rope, testing its strength to see if he could snap it, but didn't have enough time to do anything like that before the swarm of miniature dragons surrounded him.

With a huff and a snort, he tossed his head and flared his nostrils in defiance, idly kicking with his hind hoof every time one of them got close. By his count, he saw nearly a dozen of the scaled beasts of all colors of the rainbow, every one of them sharing the same raptor-like body type with wings, only one of which stood tall enough to touch his belly. That tall one was an aqua and crimson color, which he recognized as the one who had shoved the plug in his ass that kept within his throbbing ass. The others were all smaller, each their own solid color.

The large one stepped forward, chirping at the others while pointing to Heiken's still-semi-erect cock that dangled below his lower belly. "Well, boys and girls, looks like we've got quite the stud for our fun, doesn't it?"

One of the others - a yellow dragon with black spots on his tail and back - reached in to grab at Heiken's cock, only to be violently kicked across the clearing and into his friends, hurt but not injured.

The distraction drew Heiken's attention for the split second needed for the large aqua and crimson dragon to leap into him, flipping over and sliding a bridle over the stallion's head before landing on his back, tying the harness up around his neck. This naturally made Heiken flail and buck, spinning like a rodeo bull with his hind legs kicking out and just missing each of the dragons around him, but it didn't last long as two of the dragons quickly grabbed the ends of the rope and tugged, pulling his front hoofs together as one to make him trip over himself again.

Heiken's heavy body fell to the ground with his front hooves snagged in place next to him, head cracking off a nearby fallen log to disorient him. The impact knocked him loopy long enough that the dragons were able to dive in and wrap more ropes around his hind hooves, parted by a spreader bar. He did kick as he felt them messing with him, but his heart wasn't fully in it and he wasn't able to avoid having his hind legs spread apart, bound in place. A different set of dragons fumbled around with his front hooves, creating a sort of lead line that would keep his hooves together while they yanked and dragged him around.

By the time the daze had cleared and he regained full control over his senses, it was too late. The rope had been tied to his front hooves and his hind hooves were parted wide with a spreader bar, which made his balls and cock feel so very exposed while also somehow tightening the grip his rump hole had on the massive plug within him.

The leader of the dragon crew stepped up to him and crouched down, batting the stallion on the snout. "Quite foolish of you to get caught alone in our territory, don't you think?"

Heiken snorted and huffed, peeling his lip back in defiance but said nothing. By this point he was humiliated and hurt enough that his cock had started to finally retreat into his bukly, meaty sheath.

"We can't have you getting too complacent." The dragon said as he grabbed for the leather strap over his shoulder. He pulled out a tiny vial of creamy yellow liquid and popped the cork off the top, waving it in front of Heiken's snout, forcing him to get a good whiff. It was pure estrus mare scent, and the pungent sweetness of it brought Heiken's cock back to life, its girth expanding and its length growing to full mast within seconds. "You didn't actually think a mare would be alone in these forests, did you? For someone of your stature, you certainly are a fool."

"Rrrh! You bastard!" Heiken growled as he kicked at nothing. "Let me free!"

The dragon shook his head as he dabbed some of the scent on his finger, rubbing it all over Heiken's snout to ensure that he would never not have its aroma invading his nostrils. "No, I don't think I will, Heiken. We know who you are, that's why we came to capture you! We're dragons, many of us can fly and it wasn't hard to watch you come from that fort and immediately turn to come for us. Don't be a fool, hoss, we can travel a whole lot faster than you. And you know what? With a cock like that it would be a true shame to waste it."

A yellow dragon hopped up onto Heiken's flank, claws lightly digging at his skin as she reached over to grab at his cock tip. It was clearly a dragon hen, as she had the bulk of a female and not the lithe form of a drake. She extended her neck downward to give his member a gentle lick, tasting the precum that had been reluctantly dribbling out the tip, tongue prodding at the hole before wrapping her lips around its entire girth.

The others watched as she suckled on his member, shocked that she could fit him down her gullet. As a dragon, her flesh was naturally stretchy and malleable, so it didn't surprise her one bit that she could swallow half of his length in one go.

What did surprise her was when Heiken - even in the throes of pleasure - started to flail and kick, his knee bashing her in the cheek time and time again with the vigor needed to make her spit his member out and kick it. She wasn't happy with him whatsoever, so she pushed his member away with little care for being gentle, her talons snagging on the flesh before she leapt off him and back to the pack surrounding him.

Once again the leader gave another proper smear of the scent all down Heiken's snout, ensuring he remained soaked and smothered in the aroma. "Yeah, it's easy to distract a stallion with this, isn't it? And you are a fool to let your cock guide you, but it works for me." He latched on a lead rope to Heiken's bridle and gave it a tug. "And as long as you're too horny to think straight, you won't be much of a problem to deal with. It's very hard to formulate a plan when all you can think of is mare pussy."

Another one of the smaller dragons hopped up next to Heiken, burying his snout in between the stallion's hind legs to nuzzle and nip at the massive twin orbs there. The dragon - a blood red and shiny gray striped beast - seemed to want more than just a taste of stallion balls, so he grabbed at the base of the plug and gave it a gentle tug as he licked around the rim of anal flesh that kept it lodged deep within Heiken's rump. After getting the slight sample of stallion, Heiken kicked and missed, scaring the dragon off.

"You might want to cut it out, General Heiken." The aqua and crimson dragon taunted. "You know that the more you struggle the worse this will be for you. No need to exhaust yourself and waste all that energy." He gave a slap and went to walk away, only to be stopped by Heiken.

"And who might you be?" The gruff stallion demanded.

The dragon paused and slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder. "Oh, my name is Styreks, but that's all you'll get out of me for now. Just know that as the name that toppled the great general Heiken." He gave a tug at the lead rope, and every other one of the dragons came to grab a hold of the many dangling ropes hanging off each of Heiken's four hooves. At Styreks' command, they dug their talons into the ground and started dragging the stallion through the underbrush, engorged cock and all.

Nautrally, Heiken struggled at first, frustrated at having been bested and uncomfortable as every bit of grass and dirt slid out below him. Sadly, Styreks was right and his mind couldn't focus on escape or formulating a plan to wriggle out of the ropes that had entangled him. All he could think about was that wonderful and intense scent of mare that seemed to be smothering him like a cloud. No matter what he did, all he could smell was mare in heat, and no matter how much he tried to focus on how he was going to get out of this situation or how much trouble he was in, his cock just wouldn't soften up.

Hours passed with him being dragged hastily along the ground by the dozen raptor-like miniature dragons, each one holding onto one of the ropes that attached to the bridle that wrapped around his head, the tangle between his front hooves, or the spreader bar that held his hind legs apart. Everything was uncomfortable, from the plug in his ass to the fact that his cock remained hard and firm on his belly and every bit in between. His mane was in a tangle and his tail was a colossal mess, to the point he looked so ragged that he could have passed for a feral stallion if not for the fact that the dragons clearly already knew who he was.

He had too much pride to pretend he was anyone else or beg for his life. As a strong, powerful stallion and general, he knew that capture could mean torture or death, and he was proud enough for his queen that he dare not sell her out or commit dishonor by begging for death or release. No, Heiken was a stud of honor, he would accept his fate even though he felt like he had been shamed by being caught by such small dragons.

The scent of estrus mare certainly didn't help, either. Every breath smelled like his snout was up under the tail of an in-season mare, and every beat of his heart made a throb in his loins followed by a trickle of musky stallion precum all over his belly.

After passing by a small stream, one of the dragons stopped pulling at his rope and turned to face Heiken. This one was blue and orange, probably the smallest of the pack. He chirped at Styreks before leaping over Heiken's head to land on his belly, claws digging into his flank to hold on. His tail reached down to wrap around Heiken's cock base, giving a gentle squeeze as he chirped up at Styreks.

"Okay, okay." Styreks acknowledged. "Time for a bit of a break. My dragons here are going to enjoy their treat while I go get something to eat." He said to Heiken, then snapped his fingers.

Four of the dragons grabbed at two ropes each, leaping up into four nearby trees to tug at each of Heiken's ankles. As they came back down, he was rolled onto his back with all four of his hooves high in the air, hind legs spread and forelegs clenched together with his cock resting heavily on his belly on a pool of precum as the blue and orange dragon balanced daintily on his torso. He grunted and tried to kick or resist, but the ropes had him held in place quite firmly and he quickly learned he was immobile, unable to resist as the dragons took turns molesting him.

First up came a pure black dragon with slate gray belly scales. She pushed the blue and orange dragon to the side as she took his place balancing on Heiken's belly, using her tail to guide the stallion's cock to between her legs. When she squatted down, she wagged her hips back and forth to smear his precum all up and down her inner thighs, soaking her in his natural lubricants before bouncing on his member to make it pop right into her!

Heiken grunted and bucked his hips, forcing his cock to slide into the dragoness with ease. Though he had a hard time looking down, he could see through his squeezed-together front legs that his flare formed a visible bulge in her belly. Though he was still enraged, frustrated at having been so deftly defeated by such childish and unintelligent seeming saurossins, he couldn't help but thrust up into her; the combination of the scent of mare and the sensation of flesh smothering him did him in.

Just as he was about to finish, for stallions are not known for their stamina, the orange and blue dragon leapt back on and pushed her off to the side, forcing her to slip off his member and land on her chest next to him with her cloaca gaping and drooling combined cum. She squeaked at him and hissed, but he was already getting ready to have a go at Heiken's engorged cock all his own. With the first dragoness out of the way, the male emulated her motions, using his tail to guide his cock up against the underside of his torso, with the only real difference being that this male's mauve-fleshed cock was poking out of his cloaca.

Heiken wasn't as keen on being with males, so he struggled and tried to kick only to find that he had no chance of bucking his rider off. He was fully subdued to the point that all he could do was swish his tail, an action that served only to agitate the plug in his rump.

The blue and orange dragon struggled and waggled his haunches, rubbing Heiken's cock against his cloaca all the while. It was clear the little guy was trying his best to have the cock tip poke into him and fill him as it had his female companion, but Heiken had been so close to climax the first time that his flare was at three quarters mast; there was no way it was being forced back into any untrained hole. Not even an in-season mare could take his girth in that position without also being in immense pain.

Still, the sensation of being caressed triggered his instincts once again, and he couldn't help but buck upwards with all his might. He quickly found that thrusting his hips was really the only thing he could to to struggle in this position, and as such he quickly started tensing up and wildly stabbing at the air with his firm cock, the blunt end of it slapping at the underside of the dragon's tail.

Off to the side, the black and gray dragoness had taken to gently licking her tender cloaca until it closed back up, eager to capture all the collective juices that Heiken had left in her as well as the mess that she'd made in anticipation of what he had to offer. Once she'd completely cleaned herself up and the male dragon had completely failed to take Heiken the same way, she got ready to attack him. The dragoness squatted down on all fours, waggled her hips, and leapt forth over Heiken's belly to tackle the male dragon right off the stallion's body, where the two of them got in a scrap in the bushes.

That was when a third and fourth dragon inquisitively poked forth, a dark red one one hovering over the stallion's haunches to poke and prod at the plug while the brown and green speckled one was next to him but focusing more on the equine's massive balls. Both were nuzzling and pecking and licking at the stallion's flesh, nipping and tugging with their sharp teeth before trying to suckle and caress with their hands and wing talons. As they were at his balls and puckered rump hole, the first two leapt back up on his belly to fight over who got his cock.

Heiken was getting quite agitated at the whole situation. Sure, he could pretend he had a harem of mares all fighting over who got his seed, but the ropes and leg spreader were keeping his mind on the actual situation at hand and he was finding that the effect of the estrus mare scent was starting to wear off.

As he contemplated his next steps - most of which involved biding his time and waiting for an opportunity - Two more dragons bounced and hopped up next to his head, cocks near his face as they threatened to cum on his lips. This agitated him to the point that he straight up twisted his neck and bit at the nearest one in an attempt to scare them off. It didn't work and the little purple one started to masturbate near him, pointing his cock tip at his muzzle.

"Alright hens and drakes, that's enough molesting the stallion today. Now it's time to get this virile stud back to the camp." Styreks declared as he hopped through the bushes to enter the clearing, patting his fingers on another vial to smear more of the estrus mare scent all over Heiken's snout and lips. "Get this petulant turd of a mammal out of these binds and let's be on our way."

Each of the four saurossins that were fooling around near his cock and ass leapt up into the trees to release the ropes, letting him fall over onto his side once again with his hind legs still spread and front legs still bound together. Before he could roll to his feet or make any action, the leapt towards Styreks and all pulled on the ropes in unison, once again dragging Heiken through the jungles towards what he imagined would be his doom at the saurossin encampment.

The convoy of dragons stopped only to let them relieve themselves and let Heiken stop for a drink or to munch on some leaves, but not to give him the release he so sorely needed. For some reason they wanted him alive, which spelled good things for him as it meant he'd be given opportunities to get out of the predicament he'd foolishly gotten himself into. Of course, that also meant that they had plans for him and that once there were opportunities to escape, he would be surrounded on all sides by saurossins and probably watched by at least one dragon in the sky. Part of him was thinking the best way to get himself out of this situation was to simply accept defeat and hope for rescue.

Queen Talba thought quite highly of him and would almost certainly be sending out a search party for him if he failed to return within a few weeks. It hurt him deep in his soul and his pride to admit that there was little to no chance of him getting out of this by now, but he knew as a tactician that sometimes it made more sense to accept defeat with dignity and poise than to struggle and resist knowing that only energy would be wasted with no payoff aside from gently provoking the captors.

This was one of those times. He knew he was done for, defeated, and well beyond hope, so he was choosing to relax and see where things went before taking any further action. Plus, his balls had swollen with the false starts he'd endured throughout the day without any release. Had he been standing on all fours he could have gotten away with belly-slapping to reach climax, but on his side he didn't have that opportunity, and as a result his loins were growing sore.

Fortunately, his acceptance of his position helped his captors to forcefully escort him beyond the treeline and into the great mountainous plains that bordered the forest he'd been sneaking through to get to the Great Golden Untherian Plains. From the treeline to the cliffs, there was nothing but vast open fields of short grass, a slight mountainous incline, then nothing as the land gave way to the Golden Plains. He had been taken to a plateau so he could get one massive look at the armies before him, the forces he's been tasked with doing reconnaissance around.

"Have you figured out where you are yet?" Styreks asked, spreading his wing out to show the vast plain before them. "Probably, but I'll tell you anywhere. We're on the Sea of Green Plateau, thousands of kilometers squared of nothing but glorious green grass stretched out as far as the eye can see in three directions. You can't see it from here, but over those green peaks, the land itself cuts off and goes down in a steep, almost vertical cliff to the river and lakes below. On the other side, the Great Golden Untherian Plains, where our forces have amassed to travel through the hidden cave system that will lead us across the border and into your precious capitol city. There we'll be, assaulting the most secure place in the entire continent, and you'll do nothing to stop us."

Heiken went to offer a derisive snort, but stopped himself and turned it into an exaggerated snort of anger, nostrils flaring out and ears standing on end. "You'll never make it through, our forces will crush you!" He postured, trying his best to hide just how well they had played into Arrenthen's hands. Both Queen Talba and King Vaulix as well as a large contingent of the most elite Royal Guard were all well aware of the series of tunnels that led through the mountain, and knew that it was a terrible way to 'ambush' the capitol.

First and foremost, dragons were known for their flight, which the mountain would restrict. Sure, they were also known for their hive-like nests they carved in the mountains to serve as their homes and dens, but that wasn't built for combat, it was built for rest. Furthermore, the Arrenthen Royal Army had set up traps to kill virtually anything that came through the mountains, let alone an army of thousands. There was little to no chance the saurossin army could possibly traverse the caverns and make it out the other side without suffering heavy casualties.

Even if they did make it through, there was a massive lake to swim across or trek around before making it to the capitol. Some saurossins - the dragon types - could fly, but that didn't mean their entire army was capable of making it across a lake without enduring the terrors of the deep or straight up drowning. Styreks seemed to think that his army had a secret path directly to the back door of Castle Arrenthen, but they were only serving the queen by committing suicide.

"You think that, do you?" Asked Styreks as he flopped down on Heiken's lower leg, using his balls as pillows as the stallion's cock draped over his shoulder. He gave it a gentle stroke as he looked over to Heiken, who had his lip peeled back in faked anger. "Well, you won't be able to leave and warn your precious queen of our arrival, so I think you might be outclassed this time, Heiken. I mean, that doesn't surprise me, since your queen seemed to think that sending a single well recognized equine general to our lands on his own was a good idea, especially one foolish and easily distracted enough to get caught by a bunch of semi-feral saurossin raptors." He slithered under Heiken's cock to rest on his belly, stroking the thick length of it off to the side.

Heiken peeled his lip back to reveal his teeth as he struggled against the bit in his maw. "And why are you telling me all this? Don't you think it awfully foolish to reveal a master plan to your enemy?" He was finding it so hard to not burst out into laughter and was putting up a good face of anger, frustration, and aggression. In reality, he was getting less and less worried about his position with each passing moment. It was clear the saurossin armies were about to get massacred, and they wanted him alive for some reason or else they would have killed him by now. He was their prisoner, but in name only. His Queen had already won and it was only a matter of time before she came.

While still laying against the stallion's leg, Styreks rubbed himself to erection, showing off the plump pink mass of member that he packed within his slit. "Well, it's not like your foolish rump will ever make it back to your people now, and even if you did it would be too late to do anything. Might as well gloat a bit if that means I get to throw you off guard even farther." He pulled a vial out from his leathers before tossing them to the side and out of the way where the rest of his pack stood guard. He poured the clear gooey fluid all over his chest, lower belly, cock, cloaca, and the underside of his tail before splashing some on Heiken's face and tossing the vial away. "And in the mean time, I can't imagine not enjoying all the meat your stallion body has to offer."

With a grunt and an impotent flail, Heiken snorted and flared out his nostrils, trying his best to lessen the impact of the scent around him. Unfortunately for him, the aroma was much too overpowering and he quickly lost himself in thoughts of winking mare pussies and waving equine tails blowing that pleasant aroma around. The light stroking he felt on his member was, to his mind, no longer a smug saurossin raptor manually stimulating him and was instead the gentle caress of a mare's majestic tail brushing along his flesh. This made him tense up and flex his cock, each vein and bump growing firm and thick against Styreks' palm.

"I have to say, Heiken, for a renowned general of the northern armies, I'm shocked at how easily distracted you get and how quick you are to get hard for your mares. Well, luckily for you we have a lot of the real thing for you to impregnate when you get to the camps. Big, strong stud like yourself would fill every battle-ready mare with your seed, supplying our armies for the next decade." He kept stroking at Heiken's length, giving a gentle squeeze and tug every time he got to the end. "Don't worry, my superiors have quite the plan for you, but I feel like I should get a first go at you, taste the purest of stallion seed before it gets diluted in our mares."

One of the dragons - the black female with the gray belly scales - hopped forward and started talking to Styreks, chipping and squeaking and growling in a very unique sounding reptilian dialect that Heiken couldn't make out. Had he not been overcome with the fog of arousal thanks to the estrus mare scent, he might have been able to decipher at least half of what she was saying, but he was intoxicated with the smells and the rutting he was ready to enjoy.

Styreks nodded and shrugged and pushed her away. "Yes, I know the general wants him pure for the mares." More chirping. "I said I don't care, he doesn't need to know. I let you have your way with him already, don't-" He paused to listen to her bark and chirp at him some more. "That's not my fault, that's yours for letting Ahir knock you off."

She huffed and a cloud of smoke billowed up from her snout and the crooks of her maw as she narrowed her gaze, offering one final growl before turning with the rest of the pack to climb the nearby trees at the edge of the forest. She did not seem happy, but that wasn't any of Heiken's concern.

Instead, Styreks simply got to his feet and stood tall over Heiken, who remained on his side with his front hooves still together and his back hooves spread wide, exposing his cock, balls, and ass. "Well, I guess they get to watch, don't they?" He chuckled to himself as he hopped between the stallion's hind legs, getting to his rump end where the plug remained lodged where it had all day. He gave it a tug to have it yank on the plump anal ring, but quickly came to realize it wasn't budging without some extra help. Instead he crawled up between Heiken's hind legs again to straddle the stallion's belly, cock resting between his legs with its length cradling the underside of his tail.

In an attempt to perhaps show some last half-mast defiance, Heiken cycled his hind legs and bent them to knee Styreks in the side of the head, but it was with so little strength and power that the saurossin shrugged it off and went about his molestation.

He instead opted to grab at the thick cock between his legs, squeezing with his thighs as the tip of his tail wrapped around Heiken's ball sack to tease at the stallion taint, very tip of it wiggling its way in between the girth of the plug and the taut flesh quivering against its thickness. "Don't worry, Heiken, I'll be fast for you. I can feel from the tension in your balls that you've needed a release all day. I'm not cruel, not in that way." He wrapped both of his hands around Heiken's cock tip, gently caressing it and smearing the precum all over both members, mixing up the natural lube of saurossin and stallion both.

This was oddly arousing for Heiken, who at this point just needed to have his balls pump seed into something, even if it was just a pair of hands. He immediately bucked up into Styreks, rubbing his shaft between the saurossin's legs and against the underside of his tail - the same undercarriage that had been recently smothered in mare scent - in an attempt to find some flesh to invade.

In an odd Twist, Styreks started grinding back down with the underside of his member rubbing against the top of the stallion's unflared tip, glancing up at the treeline with a knowing nod, acknowledging that he was being watched by his squad all the while. In his hip gyrations, he quickly helped Heiken's member to part his cloaca lips, the thick stallion member plunging deep within him with one easy thrust.

Heiken grunted and tensed up every muscle in his lower body as he felt the warm flesh of Styreks' cloaca swallow half his member. Like before with the female, he could see the bulge in the saurossin's belly, but that didn't stop his mind from fantasizing about mares. He was embarrassed and exposed to his enemy and the audience of a dozen watching dragons, but that didn't stop him from properly enjoying the pleasure that was offered to him.

He needed it.

The stallion grunted and huffed, whinnying as he pumped his tail and bucked wildly into Styreks, who had no problem grabbing onto Heiken's hind hooves for balance, riding him like a bronco at a rodeo all while trying his best to squat down and take as much of the equine's length in his cloaca. Given his reptilian biology, he was able to wriggle and gyrate until the base of his tail came to rest heavily on Heiken's sheath, grinding hip to hip with the beast as his own relatively small member bobbed and splashed natural lubricants on the horse's belly.

As he closed his eyes, Heiken was able to pretend for just long enough that Styreks' body could be substituted for a mare, at least in his fantasies. That would alleviate at least some of the humility that came with such a shameful situation. He took in a long, deep breath that inundated his senses with the glorious scent of mare, and that drove him to the sexual vigor that Stallions were known for, offering a series of deep, powerful hip thrusts that nearly knocked Styreks off his belly before the flare inflated and plugged deep within the saurossin's bowels followed by the most relieving climax for him.

Instantly, Styreks curled his toes and claws, digging at the stallion's skin as he felt the explosive pressure of a day's worth of teasing suddenly inflating deep within his belly all at once. The flare expanded so much that he could see a clear line of its rim pressing out against his belly scales, only to immediately have that definition blur with the torrential explosion of stallion seed deep within him, bloating him ever so pleasantly. As he felt the twitching of the stallion member deep in his cloaca, he started bouncing up and down, feeling its girth - especially that of its flare - shifting ever so slightly within him, the throbbing veins of it rubbing against his flesh as he did so.

Then, in one lurching motion, he dug his claws into Heiken's inner thighs and pushed off, struggling to overcome the plug of the stallion's flare. However, once the horse cock started to grow soft in wake of his colossal orgasm, Styreks was able to pull off with a pop and a guttural squelch as the stallion's member slipped out of his tender and gaping cloaca.

A deluge of creamy stallion cum escaped his loins, soaking the grass beneath him as he stumbled to his feet, eyes clenched and twitching as he walked with bow-legs around to once again return to Heiken's rump end, where he gently kicked at the base of the plug.

Heiken grunted and huffed, the bliss of his orgasm dying quickly and his irritability resurfacing. Now that he'd released his seed deep within Styreks, his mind was allowed to return to its proper state of mind where the shame of what just happened could wash over him and his member could slowly retreat to its sheath, coated in the thin film of fluid left by himself and Styreks.

His captor said not another word before summoning the rest of the crew to once again come out of the trees and help to drag his massive body along the Sea of Green Plateau. All the while, for the next few hours, not one of them said a word sans the occasional chirp and squeak of one of the smaller saurossin raptors.

Eventually, Heiken was hoisted up to the edge of the rising cliff and turned around so he could see the Great Golden Untherian Plains laid out before him. Directly below the cliff, an army of thousands could be seen lined up in groups of one hundred, blocks of ten by ten warriors all ready to storm the mountain caves that would lead them to Arrenthen. In addition to the foot solders, at least a dozen full dragons with bodies the size of buildings were flapping about overhead, keeping an eye on the world around the army.

One of the largest of those full dragons flapped its way over to the cliff, where it hovered and chatted with Styreks before finally taking Heiken in his claws and carting him off to the middle of the army, where his Punishment was likely to be carried out.

Though his pride was hurt and part of him would rather wish for death than dishonor, he could think of worse ways to be treated as a prisoner than to be the key supplier of seed for their cavalry. Only problem was that their armies were even larger than they'd anticipated by double, a bit of information he truly wished he could have shared with his Queen. As it stood, he was now an ignoble bystander watching as powers beyond his control flew him over an army of thousands, now little more than the spoils of war to the powerful southern enemy.