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Nisha starred down on him in disbelief, he had woken up only to drift back into unconsciousness. Biting her lip as she fought with her self to decide what to do, clearly she couldn't just leave him there, or could she? No of course she couldn't, there was no telling when someone else would pass on this little road, and by then he might very well be dead. But where to take him, she knew she wouldn't be able to get him all the way to the castle in this condition, that left only one place..her home.

She really didn't relish that idea, the cottage was small and, never mind she would have to make it work if she wanted him to live. Quickly discarding that thought, not wanting to delve further into why she even cared whether he lived or died. But how on earth would she get this big stallion to her home?

It had taken some doing! Laying her cloak on the ground and easing it under him, after first having checked him over and tied his arm tight to his body. He had some nasty cuts here and there but most of them seemed to miraculously have stopped bleeding. "This is not going to be an easy or comfortable ride" she mumbled under her breath to him. Not that she thought he could hear her, but she was accustomed to talk to her self and in the off chance he could hear her she wanted him to know it was no fault of hers it would be rough.

What looked like a little climb of a hill in the road proved to be excruciatingly long and steep when she were dragging a big stallion after her. Pearls of sweat was trickling down her spine as the hill started to go downwards again. Step by step she pulled him down the road, when she came upon the branch where she had put Vox she called out for him. Almost immediately she saw the dragon coming wobbling out of the bushes underneath the tree. The second he saw the stallion he stopped and hissed, Nisha put up her hands

"Stop, you'll burn down the forest if you continue hissing like that. He's harmless, can't you see he's passed out"

She scolded the little dragon that was now ogling her with tight shut lips. She took the few steps and grabbed him and unceremoniously placed him on the stallions legs.

"You can stop your pouting, I can't both carry you and drag him"

Vox turned his head as if disgusted by her words, making sure he didn't look back at the stallion he straightened his back and with as much pride as he could muster sat still as a statue. Nisha had to fight back her smile, she knew had she laughed at him now he would be sour with her for days. Instead she just said

"Okay then, hold on"

As she turned and started to drag her way home.

How she ever managed to get him all the way home, into her cottage and into her bed she had no idea, but she had made it. The stallion was now laying in her bed, still unconscious. She thought she had heard him mumble or momentarily waking up when she was fighting to get him from the floor up to her bed, but she couldn't afford to pay that any attention at that point.

She quickly washed her hands, the rest of her had to wait, now she had to look through all his wounds and get that arm sorted. She knew she had to undress him but was slightly reluctant to, not that she hadn't seen males naked before, she had, this was somehow different, more intimate. Biting her lip she went at it, first removing what was left of his shirt, his big white chest in full view, she could see that some of those cuts were really not looking good. She went into her medicine cupboard and took out what she needed, an old nightgown would have to suffice as bandage. she tore the nightgown into the strips she needed and started to clean his wounds and dress them.

A stick from the fireplace made a good splinter as she ever so carefully lay his arm right. When she pulled his arm right he had opened his eyes and looked up on her with feverish unseeing eyes, she had laid her paw on his chest and shushed soothingly to him

"It's alright, I'm helping you, try to lay still."

At that he seemed content and drifted off again.

Oh thank Freya she thought, she didn't want him awake and conscious as she had to lift his kilt. She had to admit she was somewhat curious, never having been this close to a naked stallion before, and he sure was a beauty to behold. Strong muscles bulging underneath his crystal white fur. Focusing her eyes on his stomach she fiddled slightly with the belt and then finally she could ease the kilt from under him. Holding her breath she glanced down to his crotch, his sheath looking so soft, and underneath two big orbs with the same soft velvety looking hide on them.

A snort from Vox woke her up from her starring, he was clearly not happy about having the stallion there and most definitely not happy about the way she was in awe over the stallions magnificent body.

"Oh hush you"

Nisha shushed at Vox.

"Why not do something helpful like making a fire instead of sulking like that"

Yet another snort but at least he wobbled his way over to the fireplace and blew a flame under the kettle that always hung over the fire.

"Thank you"

Nisha said softly, yet another snort as an answer as he wobbled over to his cushion, laid down and just gazed at her with those burning yellow eyes of his. Nisha decided to ignore him, if he wanted to sulk, fine see if she cared.

Turning her attention back to the sleeping stallion she knew she had to wash also the lower part of his body, that nasty cut he had going all over one of his thighs needed dressing as well. With a light touch she washed him, carefully ignoring his genitalia, figuring that could wait a bit. In truth she didn't dare to touch 'it' but she didn't admit that part even to her self. She was far too interested in that part then what was good for her, and she knew it, so better just keep her hands off.

Once the stallion was taken care of, all wounds clean and dressed she started to rustle about in the small cottage. In the boiling water on the stove she added some vegetables and herbs, thinking she might get some soup through his lips, he would need something to eat to get better. When the soup boiled away on the stove she could finally use the wash cloth on her self, all cleaned up she put on a short nightgown and put everything away.

After he was fed she made a new bowl for her self, Vox just turning her head as she asked if he was hungry was thereafter ignored. She ate her soup in silence, desperately trying to figure out what on earth she had done and how she would manage having the stallion in her little home. That's when it dawned on her, where on earth would she sleep, the stallion was taking up all her bed space. When her mother had been alive they had shared the bed, but that was unthinkable to do. Yes unthinkable for many reasons she corrected her self.

Bringing out her winter cover and laying it folded on the floor would have to do, it wouldn't be all that comfortable but she was sure she could manage. The day had taken it's toll and it was already getting dark outside. It had taken her many hours to drag him the short distance home, and after that she had spent many more hours bathing and dressing his wounds. So when the warm soup landed in her stomach she started to feel exhausted, she crawled down on the floor, pulled the sheet over her body and started to drift into sleep. Before she was fully asleep she felt the sheet lift by her hooves and something warm nestling it's way under the light cover. She smiled silently to her self as Vox curled into a ball with his back against her stomach.

Before letting sleep take over she thought what a strange birthday this had been, no strawberries and no happy birthday, just a nice way of becoming an adult, happy 18'th birthday Nisha she thought and then sleep took over.

The dream slowly creeped up on her, flashes of white fur, a strong stallion neck with a waving mane blowing in the wind, piercing clear blue eyes watching her. Those thick muscular thighs and that hidden treasure she could only imagine lay inside. The thought of that forbidden made her squirm in her sleep and her own loins to feel like they were on fire.

Her paws laying against her chest seeking her perking nipples as if they had a will of their own. In her dream the stallion was touching her, making her feel all tingly inside, a dull ache started to spread through her nether region. Soft touch on the inside of her thigh made her involuntary spread her legs slightly, making room to touch her higher. As the touch went higher her hips moved towards what ever it was touching her. It was as light as a feather, rattling, almost drilling over her sensitive hide.

Nisha was so completely lost in her dream, she had never felt sensations like this, nor had she ever touched her self, let alone let someone else touch her. The feather light touches had now found her labia, the blood filled lips and it's wet canal. Bucking her hips, rotating, up and down letting the fine touch drive her higher and higher until finally she went over the edge and she had an orgasm, after shivers running over her hide, still in deep sleep Nisha had had her first wet dream.

While he was basically out of it, Conner was aware of a few things. He could feel himself being moved. His body crying out at every touch as he was shifted and prodded, no doubt to be delivered to whatever horrible fate awaited him. There was little doubt in his mind that this was the end. A fact that was made plainly clear as he felt himself being bound. His mind crying out in protest at the pain and the indignity of such an end. Clearly the traitors had seen fit to hand him over to a rival Clan. No doubt for some fairly decent reward. He cursed them again for the cowardly way they had dealt with him, for leaving him to a no doubt slow and cruel death.

They would pay of course if he got out of this, though he doubted he would. He was in no condition to fight, or even move. He was at his captors mercy. Only there would be none of that. Not the way they were dragging him down the road. He could feel every rut, every stone as it ran along his aching back. Pulled a a lone serf, or perhaps a slave. Certainly the fellow was put upon by the strained sounds he was making as he dragged his load along. A load that was made all the heavier as a small child was set upon his legs.

They had stopped while this was done. His ears picking up some talk of burning down the forest. His lips moving silently as if to protest such a barbaric act, but if anyone saw, they took no notice. At any rate they were soon off again. He could only hope they had decided against such wanton destruction. Still it chilled him to the bone to think of just what they might have in store for him.

After traveling all day under the warm sun, He found himself being hauled into the relative comfort of some sort of building. His body wrangled onto some sort of cot. He had managed to find his voice then. Speaking clearly at least in his mind as he sought answers and possibly some sort of reprieve.

"Who are you?"

"What are you doing?"

"Don't kill me."

Simple words, but ones that went unheard or at least unanswered as someone in the room set about washing their hands, and another started a fire. Someone who was not at all pleased about something, though he couldn't quite figure out what that might be. Though it might have been partly due to being ordered around so harshly. Clearly Vox had been the one who had dragged him here.

What surprised him was the sudden stench of medicinals as his body felt new sharp and stinging pains. These at least he was familiar with, having dealt with such things before. A light paw almost tenderly taking care of him. One that lingered in spots as if exploring a male body was strange and new. It was a shame she was set on ignoring his sheath, and the two life giving orbs that hung below, but then maybe she knew they were tender, and only wished to spare him further pain

He had seen her again of course. The pain in his arm enough for him to open his eyes as she set it. That same vision of beauty he had seen somewhere before. He believed she was here to help, that she was willing to try. So he just let himself relax with a grunt, his mind slipping back into that semi aware state that he had been in since they had begun dragging him back here. Wherever here was.

It was about then that he drifted off to sleep, only to be roused a while later. The scent of food filling the air as he was propped up and fed a strange but rather tasty soup. He felt oddly safe in her care, but didn't have the strength to even thank her, though he longed to. He still wasn't sure how much good it would do in the end but he was grateful all the same.

He watched her for a while as she flitted about the small room. Marveling at how pretty and fair a filly she really was. It was just a shame she was a captive as well. Maybe together they could make an escape. He just hoped they would have time.

It was with those thoughts that he drifted off. His mind at peace for the moment. Though thoughts of escape and victory were soon replaced with dreams of a more carnal nature. One in particular drawing his attention as certain scents invaded his mind.