Beyond the De Sade
The De Sade's lights flared against the darkness like a beacon. The gangs that had once claimed the area around it as their home no longer came within its bounds. It wasn't simply the police presence, that had started to patrol more heavily around the area of the anthro run club, that kept them away. It was the force that had been built up within the walls of the building. The reclusive anthros policed themselves and word went out that the punishment for bringing pain or bloodshed were something no thug wanted to risk. It was strange to most of the world that the anthro's had taken over the small slice of a town with so much force that even the police considered them a threat. Most of the world considered them pests at the most. But small pockets had started to come to life with what could be considered small militias that could keep things safe.
The human police knew something was wrong. They knew it the moment there had been several people that had gone missing. Most of them seemed to have reasonable explanations, but they all had one thing in common. They came to the De Sade. The owner was quite contrite and submissive when they came in. The horse lowered his eyes and said how sorrow he was that it had happened, but he had no knowledge. He couldn't keep track of the humans that sought out his club to dance at or even to be dominated at. After all, it wasn't illegal to tie someone up and flog them, it wasn't even illegal to have sex with them as long as it was consensual and no one paid for it. They had nothing that they could charge him on, so in the end they were left keeping a sharper eye on them.
The politicians and preachers were enjoying the unrest in their city. They enjoyed the fact that they were calling out that the anthros were getting ready to wage a war. A war in which mankind would be defeated and they would be left to rule the world in sin and vice. The politicians encouraged the fear that would let them amend bills that would ensure that none of the anthros could be allowed to vote. Couldn't be allowed to have any rights that would put them on the same level as the humans. If the furries knew about it, they didn't give any indication. Most of the world only saw the harmless faces and quiet personalities that offered relief to those that glanced at them. Others knew better, others knew what they hid beneath the surface.
Alex knew. Alex knew intimately. She knew every dirty secret they held, every meeting that went on behind closed doors, and every leader that had been scattered across the nation in places designed to deal a firm blow against the ones that held them at bay. She knew, but her lips were silent. It was her master's wish that they remain sealed and she could no more go against Llewellyn then she could stop breathing. The mare was an intimate to anthro's that were hidden from the rest of the world. They were kept a secret because many wouldn't believe they existed and if they did, they would see the danger. She felt honored to be in that position, but it was an honor that came with a tremor of fear. A remembered terror of being human and all that it meant.
"You grow quiet, my dear." Llewellyn murmured from his desk and glanced up from where he was thumbing through various print outs that had been delivered to him earlier in the evening.
Alex blinked up and looked past the slender sweep of her midnight black muzzle and focused up at her master. She straightened up from where she lay coiled against the desk, nearly against his legs. Her body barely covered in a slip of silk that spilled along her hips. A silver plated halter hung from her head and jingled slightly as she lifted it up so it was held at attention.
"I have nothing to say, Master. You are working and I must be silent while you work." She murmured softly and was rewarded with a snort of amusement. The white stallion leaned down and brushed his hand along the curve of her cheek.
"Ah my dear, it will take me another life time to find another such as you." Llewellyn leaned backwards and traced his finger beneath her jaw line. "But I think you will enjoy your new home."
Alex's stomach fluttered slightly. She had spent a year and a day under the stallion's command. A year and a day she had served the De Sade as a waitress during the early evenings and his pleasure at night. She had born him a fine foal, one that was growing well under the tutelage of an older mare who was nurse maiding him. The stallion had trained her to his hand and lash, he had trained her how to serve him, pleasure him, lick him, and present herself to his stallionhood. She answered his hand like a well trained hound, but it was with the knowledge that she would not be allowed to stay forever. She had been chosen, chosen as a gift once she was trained.
"Master, I wish to stay with you.." She let out a soft trembling breath and the fingers trailed down her neck while the stallion's supple pale lips twitched up slightly. He teased her blue black mane with a whickering laugh.
"Would that you could, but you are Aran's. You are his gift from me and he will treat you well. To do anything less would make me quite angry." Her master stretched his legs out and let out a low rumbling purr. "Go, go and see Etta, she will make sure that you are ready to go with the morning."
"I will not get you even one last time?" Alex flicked her ears back and felt her stomach twist with anxiety. "I will not have you again?"
"Mmm.. once more, once more to remember me by.." The stallion captured his cheeks and tugged her halter forward. She didn't want to leave him. She didn't want to go away. But she would take what she could.
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Seattle, Washington. It was one of the places that Alex had never been in either human form or her real form. She had been told where she was going and even knowing that she had found herself shocked to be standing in the middle of a sprawling barn. The scent of horse's assaulted her nose as she shifted in the middle of the large ring and felt uneasy that she hadn't been brought to her Master immediately. Instead, she was left fidgeting and fighting the urge to protest her treatment. The young goat that had brought her to the estate had specifically told her that she was to wait here. She could only assume her new Master, Aran, was testing her training. Llewellyn had warned her that he might.
"I am sorry, my lady.." The piebald goat came into the stable, his body hidden under a hood so she barely so the soft muzzle. The rain gleamed over the edge and dribbled down the furred nose. "Master Aran is coming right behind me."
"I do not mind the wait." Alex managed to get the words out without her teeth chattering together. She hoped there'd be a reason she was standing out here in the cold.
"I should hope not, my dear." A warm masculine voice purred from the door way and she jerked her head up to see a tall middle aged man stepping out. "I do apologize for the wait. Llewellyn promised me the best. I see that you are obedient enough, let's get a better look at you.
A.. human... Alex shivered a little bit and watched as the sandy haired man stepped into the light and cast his eyes over her.
"I-I'm happy to be here, Master." She faltered on the words and was rewarded by Aran broadening his smile as he came up to her and caught the bottom edge of her bridle.
"You look confused. What's your name, girl?" The man tugged her head down so that it was on a level with his own. He smelled coppery and slightly of musk that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Alex, sir. I-I wasn't expecting a human." She faltered and lowered her sapphire eyes down to look at his chest when he suddenly barked out a laugh. "I am sorry, no offense is meant."
"I am not human, girl! The unicorn's run their taverns and clubs and bars, but the dragon's run the world and all its knowledge." Aran tilted his head to one side. "We can't walk on two legs like the rest, a dreadful shame, but we're able to take on illusions to allow us to run our businesses. Most of the online giants are run by dragons, you know."
"I.. no I didn't know, Master." She flared her nostrils wider and one of his smooth hands brushed against her nose. It was firm and human feeling while it brushed upwards along her dainty muzzle.
"We love knowledge and technology, a strange occupation, I suppose, but it helps keep the world under our thumb." Aran trailed his fingers down and gave a light tug to her leather overcoat. "It keeps me far too busy to train my own ladies, but you.. you are bought and paid for. Well trained from what I hear."
"Yes, I am, sir." She flicked her eyes down and the man stepped back with a throaty rumble. It vibrated through his chest and he flared his nostrils.
"Forgive the setting, lovely mare, I cannot fit in the house in my true form." The man tossed his hair back from his face and his pale brown eye suddenly deepened to a burnished copper. "And once I perfect you, I will not be able to have you ruining my floors."
"What do you mean, Mas-" The words died in her mouth as the dragon let illusion drop away from him. The goat that had come in with him bleated and bolted as a massive form seemed to spring from no where.
Alex scrambled back as the blue scaled beast reared up with a screeching roar that sounded like tearing metal. Broad wings that were fringed with delicate scales snapped open wide and nearly brushed the ceiling above him as forelegs dropped down onto the ground. The clothing was gone, not torn, just gone as the beast tilted a large heavy head to look down at her. Long spines rose up starting right at the forehead and trailed down along the curve of the neck. Each one was dark black that paled towards a light grey at the sharp looking tips. The jaw was fringed as well as the dragon dropped his haunches down and regarded her with amusement. It was only then that the mare realized that she had shoved herself back against the wall, her ears were flattened down against her head and she was shaking.
"M-Master?" She managed to barely stutter the word as the dragon furled his wings and snorted in what seemed to be amusement.
"Come forward, girl. I did not expect a coward for my money." The copper eyes narrowed and she felt a bit of a jolt.
Alex forced herself to walk forward, her body was shaking and she swallowed roughly as the beast rumbled in amusement at her. As her eyes flickered over the scaled form she realized that he wasn't as massive as his spread wings had made him seem. He was the size of a draft horse, perhaps even a bit smaller. He just appeared larger with the extra limbs on his back. He wore a thick solid gold collar with a phoenix outlined in tiny rubies and garnets. His head was a bit like a horse's, but the tip didn't end in lips, they turned into a hard blue-black beak like a raptors. It made her heart pound against her chest to willingly go near him, but training kicked in. She stumbled forward and let out a little noise as he lifted a forepaw and caught her beneath the jaw.
"What do you think, Billy? Do you think she'll do?" The drake tilted his head so the nervous looking goat peered at them both.
"You wanted a unicorn mare, sir. She is a unicorn mare." Billy shrugged his hood off and Alex saw him taking a step back as if uncomfortable around the drake as well. "I.. I think she's too small, though, sir."
"Observant of you." The dragon drawled and a black tongue flashed in his maw. "You are right, though, she is smaller then I'd like. She'd be quite pleasurable in my human guise, but useless in this one."
"Shall I ring Llewellyn and tell him that she won't do?" The black and white goat peered nervously between them. "Perhaps he can try again."
"No, but do go and give him a call and let him know she arrived safely. I expect fair return of part of my money due to having to extend myself to perfect her." The drake furrowed his brow a bit, a strange expression on the bestial head. "After that you may leave. She and I will come to terms with one another, won't we, my lovely mare?"
"Yes, Master." Alex kept her head up, her instincts were screaming for her to bolt, but her training held true.
"Yes, sir." The goat gave her a glance and a grin before bolting towards the open door leaving her alone with the dragon.
I never knew there were four legged anthros. _ She swallowed as the drake heaved himself up to all fours and started to prowl around her. The thought made her almost laugh. _There's nothing anthro about him, he's just intelligent.
_ _
The mare nearly let out a squeak of fear as a large scaled paw wrapped itself around her torso and drew her back so that she hit against the broad chest. The scales were almost hot to the touch as the muzzle dropped down and snuffled teasingly against her. The leather coat hugged around her and hid the loose silks that she'd been dressed in, so it allowed her some protection against the scaled beast behind her. The paw slipped upwards so that dark black talons teased along the leather of her coat and popped one of the buttons free. Her heart started to beat faster against her chest as a low rumble let her know that Aran was laughing softly at her.
"You smell of fear, little mare. Do you think your creator sent you hear to be eaten?" The drake's slick tongue flicked out to catch right against her neck in a hot slippery line.
"I do not know, Master. You are like nothing I've ever known." She swallowed while the paw slipped upwards and caught the next button so the heavy leather started to spread open as it loosened.
"Ahh well you shall know me very well, my lovely little mare." The tongue slipped along the curve of her neck and flicked upwards. "I have been searching for a long while for a broodmare of my own. The female dragons are... sadly.. quite adamant that they don't need males in their business."
The last words were spoken with more amusement than irritation. The claws tugged firmly right against the leather and peeled it open. She heard it being spread open before there was a rough yank that sent her stumbling forward. The claws caught against her silks and the drake let out a baritone growl as she let out a soft squeal of shock. His breath tickled the back of her neck and her heart started to beat faster. No matter what he told her, she felt the fear of any prey animal in the grips of a large predator. The large copper eyes were focused on her as he glanced down look over her silks before giving a rough snort and his large paw caressed against her stomach so the claw tips picked against the fragile material.
"Ahh Llewellyn, he has a fine eye for beauty, but that does not gain me what I need." Aran flexed his fingers and gave a sharp tug downwards so that the silk bit against her skin.
Alex jerked forward against the paw and to one side. The yanking motion tore the lovely slip that she'd been wearing from her body and her eyes flashed an edge of white. The fear that had started spiked upwards to a new level. This wasn't like her old master. The stallion had enjoyed having her dressed up in silk so he could enjoy the feel of it. The dragon had practically ripped it off her so that it fluttered uselessly to the ground. Her nostrils flared open wide as Aran dropped his head and cast an eye over her. His tongue flicked up and over his muzzle before he heaved to all fours and padded towards her. The muscles rolled beneath his scaled hide and she stumbled back away from him. He called her his broodmare, but at that moment she didn't believe he wasn't thinking of her as anything other then food.
As she went backwards the drake's jaws spread open wide and the large tongue curled with what looked like a grin. The serrated teeth caught the light as she bumped backwards and hit against the wall. The soft sound of whickers came from the other side of the wall as the sound disturbed the stalls occupant. She found her heart hammering faster and harder, her breath came in short hot puffs of air while she stiffened at the approaching creature.
"I am not an anthro, mare." Aran rumbled as she pressed herself flat against the wall. "I am not one that believes in taming down my instincts because it fit better in with the man-made world. You will learn this, and I believe you will even enjoy it. But for now, this form, lovely though it is, is not one that I can use."
"Please, Master," She swallowed and kept her ears pinned flat. "I'm sorry if I offended you."
"Oh you have not offended me, lovely mare, you shall be the jewel in my collection. A fertile mare of my own that holds magic within her veins." The large blue muzzle dropped downwards and suddenly a hot blast of breath hit her in the middle. "Mine..."
The word came on the edge of something that speared through her torso and hit her with a lance of heat. She squealed out as the world became tinged in red hot fire. Her last sight was that of large copper eyes that glowed in the edge of an eerie blue light.
~ ~ * ~ ~
Hours? Days? What time had passed came at a loss to Alex as she came back to herself. And when she did, she realized that Aran had no intention of keeping her as the pampered house slave that she had become accustomed to. She didn't wake up on a silken bed with soft pawed servants to bring her her meals so she could remain focused on pleasing her master. She didn't wake up to the scent of incense or the feel of a body pressed against her own. She didn't even wake up bound by silk cords to a bed so she was stretched out receive him as she had been trained. She woke up to only one familiar thing. The bite of a bit pressing down against her tongue and a bridle latched around her head. The rest was terrifyingly unfamiliar.
She stood awkwardly in the middle of a small room that had a concrete floor and drain that rested just beneath her. Her chest was shoved up against a smoothly polished wall and her head was held up by a loop of padded leather. She stood, not on two legs, but on four solid hooves that were braced against the ground. They took her weight, but she didn't have to hold herself up. Straps wrapped around her chest and stomach so she could let them take her weight if she had no other option. She had woken up to the ache of them biting against her. She had woken up not as a dainty anthro unicorn mare that was designed to bring pleasure to her Master, but a four legged beast. An animal. And she had hours of time standing in the same place to contemplate such things.
What has he done to me.. Alex lashed her tail as much as she could, but it just bounced against her hips like a club.
"Oh you're a wake!" Billy, the little black and white goat, poked his nose in and grinned at her. "The Master thought you would be out a bit longer, but you changed rather nicely."
Alex opened her lips and gave an outraged squeal to the goat. How dare he think that she had changed nicely! She hadn't wanted to be changed like this at all! The goat didn't seem to care, instead Billy trotted into the room with a wagging of his tail and leaned up to hold the cheeks in either palm. She wrinkled her nose upwards at the sharp pungent scent of goat that hit her. She couldn't pull away, the hands held her and tugged at the reins so that her head was lowered almost to her chest. The goat fastened the leather straps to the chest band so her head was forced into an awkward angle. The bit flattened down against her tongue and she spread her lips to try and ease the ache.
"I didn't get a chance to finish up, just be a good lady, alright?" Billy bleated and Alex let out another squeal, but he ignored her in favor of darting out the door.
When he returned he had a set of heavy leather straps cast over his shoulder and he ducked beneath her hanging body with a brush of her head against the curve of her chest. She snorted out, but he dropped the leather in a pile to one side. There was a frightening sound of hard metal clattering with the leather and she tilted her head to try and see what he was doing. The little goat man shifted the leather apart and coiled the leather to one side, along with a set of something that looked like cuffs. She didn't recognize what some of it was, only that it looked terrifying as she shifted restlessly on all four hooves. They clopped against the concrete as Billy picked up a set of the cuffs and moved down beneath her.
"Sorry, girl, bosses' orders. He wants you wrapped up for him." He murmured as his hoof tipped hands caught her around her lower leg.
A padded leather cuff was fastened just above her hoof, but it wasn't the thin sort of cuff she was used to. It was broader, nearly six inches high, and multiple metal buckles were used to tighten it down so that it hugged tightly about her lower leg. It felt awkwardly heavy and it bit against her hide. It was soon joined with another one that wrapped around her other leg so that she could barely fidget them. She jerked her legs up and placed them down, but it made the leather pinch so she stopped and held them together. Billy moved one of his hands against her left foreleg and suddenly pushed it so that he bent forward and his shoulder pushed against her knee. Alex let out a soft squeal and her hoof skidded over the concrete.
Once her legs were forced together he began clicking links together so that the cuffs were locked together at an awkward angle. Her hooves were pressed together so close that they were nearly touching each other. She nearly jerked her forelegs forward, but both of them went down beneath her. The straps along her chest and belly drew taut to stop her from tumbling down to her knees. The little goat jerked out with a bleat as she struggled and moved his hand up to pat against the upper leg. She twisted her head and curled her lips back with an angry noise. This wasn't fair! She was supposed to be respected and treated well!
Billy moved back to the pile of leather and picked out a smaller set of cuffs, but these ones weren't just two separate sets, but were hanging from a thick band of leather that turned into a Y shape. She tried to jerk her haunches away from him, but with her forelegs forcibly held together, she couldn't do anything more then carefully side step a few paces. It wasn't enough to do more then make the goat lean over to snap a cuff around her left ankle and then move to the right. She curled her lips back with a low growling noise as the leather was buckled into place on the right leg and the leather dragged around the ground as she fidgeted.
"Can't have you kicking the Master!" Billy bleated out cheerfully, "Sometimes the new wild mares are hard to deal with. At least, the horse's are, I don't know about unicorns."
The little goat darted beneath her and picked up the leather that connected the two cuffs so it was pulled slightly taut. It wasn't enough to move her hind legs, but enough to let her know that it was there. He came up beside her, close enough that the sharp scent of his musk assaulted her before looping the leather around her neck. The buckles clapped against her neck and chest as he moved in front of her. Her nose brushed against his chest so that the scent made her wrinkle her lips backwards in disgust. There was such a harsh musk about him that she wanted to yank her head away. The bit pinched her tongue as she pulled up just enough to draw in a clean breath.
Billy tightened the leather around her neck so that she could feel the hobbles being tightened along the line of her belly. Alex tried to kick a hind leg back, but the moment she did the leather drew taut and she was barely able to move it a few inches before it was stopped up short. The leather cut down around her neck, not painfully, but enough that she understood what the rig was designed to do. Her heart started to pound a bit faster as she realized she was effectively cut off from defending herself with her hooves and her head both.
The goat didn't seem to notice her unease, instead he gave her a bit of relief in the form of unclipping her reins so she could jerk her head up. He didn't stick around for her to get in a bite, he darted behind her now safe hind quarters where she couldn't harm him. She stretched her jaws a little bit and shook her head as she lifted her head up and relieved the cramp along her maw. She pushed up against the metal bit and stretched her neck as far up as she could get it. It was a relief to feel the muscles stretching after being forced to arch her neck all the way down to the curve of her chest. Billy used her distraction to bolt behind her for his next chore.
His hoofy hands claimed the base of her tail before she realized that he was standing behind her. She let out a whicker and twisted her head back to see the little pie bald goat tugging at her long tail and pulling it down towards him. Her ears flattened back and heat rushed up towards her cheeks as she felt the long hairs being drawn away from the naked curve of her haunches. This wasn't the body she was used to, but that didn't matter. She was still naked. Still exposed. And the fact that this.. this.. servant was pulling her tail away from her loins was insufferable! No one in Llewellyn's employ would ever treat her in this way! She was reserved for her master alone! Not for this creature!
Billy didn't seem to care that her velvety tear shaped folds that were snugged between her hind legs. Her long tail was held away from her body, and the goat started to tug at the long hairs and twisted around her tail bone. They were gathered up and flipped over and over again so that she could feel them tightening down almost uncomfortably. She tried to twist her head far enough around she could see what he was doing, but she only saw the long hairs being flipped up and around. She was uncomfortably aware that the action was revealing her inner thighs entirely. The long spill of hair was her only bit of 'clothing' left to her and it was being taken away.
The last of the hairs were pulled up tight and were braided down at the top so they wouldn't fall down on their own. It made a club of her tail bone and she tried to twitch it away, but the hands moved to grip it so he couldn't get away. Instead, Billy pulled out a gleaming latex sleeve from the waist of his pants and loosened the laces so one end was spread wide. She let out a muffled squeal as her braided tail was forced into the latex sleeve and the long hairs were pinched down around it as the rough edges were yanked all the way up to the base of her tail. The goat started to tug and pull at the laces so the latex was tightened down almost painfully against the tail bone.
"There we go, isn't that better?" Billy grinned up at her and gave her rump a firm slap against the curve of the haunch.
Alex showed her teeth in response to that. She lashed her tail back and forth, but the club that it had been made into just slapped against his inner haunches one after another. The long strands no longer offered any sort of covering or help. Her ears and face burned with humiliation as she twisted and kicked one leg out, only to be sent dropping down into the straps that were looped under her belly and chest again. It was humiliating.
"I'll go let the Master know I have you set up. He'll be quite happy, he's been anxious to see if you'd take better than the other girls." Billy wrinkled his nose up. "You turn an anthro horse into a four legged one, they kinda forget who they are. I hope you haven't. He's been counting on unicorn blood being strong enough to handle being turned this way."
Alex shrieked out and tried to kick back at him, but the yank tugged at the collar around her neck and made her throw her head up with a rough noise. Her ears pinned down flat against her head as she glared at the little servant. He only grinned in reply and bolted from the room with a clattering of his cloven hooves leaving her alone and hanging from the straps. The leather creaked and shifted as she fidgeted nervously. He'd done this to normal mares? And they'd turned into animals? Fear uncoiled in her belly as she dropped her head down a touch. She didn't want to be a beast!
~ ~ * ~ ~
It was dark when Aran made an appearance. She had spent the afternoon being forced to eat a bucket of grain that Billy had brought her. It had tasted dry and foul to her, but she'd chewed it down anyway. She wasn't quite able to resist the taste of it. Her stomach had been cramping from hunger. She had nearly let herself believe that the dragon was going to ignore her now that she had been changed when the double doors behind her had been opened. The drake's rumble of appreciation spilled from between his scaled lips as he looked her over and she jerked her head up high and glared at him.
"Ahh a bit spoiled are we?" Aran's sharp teeth flashed as he spoke and one fore paw lifted up to touch her haunches. "Llewellyn trained you for his tastes, obedient, but a harem girl. Here, my harem doesn't live in silks and lovely rooms, girl. They are my herd."
Alex squealed and jerked a hoof back to kick at him. She was angry, she was angry enough she didn't give a damn about her training! She was a valuable mare. She had been told that time and again. It had been a part of her training! She was to serve and obey, but she was to be given some amount of respect for that.
"Angry as well?" The drake tilted his head to one side with his lips twitching a little bit as if he were ready to be amused by her. "I enjoy spirit, fire, and I will need that in any mare that will carry my brood. You have been proven fertile, Llewellyn assures me that you produced a fine foal."
Alex squealed again, but it was cut short by a sudden lash against her haunch that was like fire. She jerked forward and it happened again, but this time she was able to watch as the long length of the tail was used as a whip. It cracked against the curve of her muscled haunch and left a reddened hot welt behind along the black of her fur. It stung her pride as much as it stung her flesh. She lashed her bound tail and pinned her ears flat down against her head before the blue drake stepped forward and quirked his lips back in a slight grin.
He moved around her with graceful steps that made the muscles roll beneath his scales as he looked her over, or rather, he looked at her bonds. He reached his paw up to test them one after another, assuring himself that they held her firmly in place. It made her flinch each time he came near, but he didn't snap his tail at her again. The scent of him was thick in her nostrils, a hot coppery scent that made her flare her nostrils at time as she tasted it on her tongue. It wasn't like Llewellyn's rich musk, but something alien that made her heart start to beat faster. It caused an instinctive fear that made her hide shiver over her muscled haunches.
Aran's talon's slid along the curve of her chest and then curled upwards against the sweep of his chest. The talons lightly teased against the smooth fur and pressed down hard enough that it raised a welt against her skin. His head darted in and brushed a hot puff of air against the curve of her neck before his tongue flicked out and coiled itself along the supple length. It raised up the long strands of her mane as she felt the heat of his breath teasing her. The fangs scraped again her hide before his muzzle trailed up towards her bridled head. Her muzzle closed and she rolled the bit against her tongue as the fearsome maw slipped up high enough hat it nearly touched her horn.
"My poor frightened mare..." Aran drawled out as his lips brushed against the curved horn so it sent a rush of heat through her. Her stomach tensed up and she jerked backwards. "Don't you know your position here?"
The beaked muzzle rubbed against her horn so that the hard edge scraped up and down. It made Alex close her eyes as the warmth flowed through her. No, not warmth, fire. It was a heat that lapped through her veins and rushed through her body. Her stomach tensed up and tightened as the heat spread deeper inside of her and made her breath come out in hot pants. There was a tinge of magic to it that she couldn't escape. She couldn't fight against the feel of the tendrils curling and stroking places inside of her that no hand should be able to touch. Her hind legs kicked roughly against the restraints as she tried to move her head back from the dragon's touch, but he followed her and twisted his tongue around her horn.
She'd never had anyone touch the spire before, not as intimately as the tongue that curled itself from the base and started to stroked upwards. It rasped upwards while she let out a breathy noise as the touch wasn't dulled as it should have been when horn was being touched. It was startling erotic to feel the slimy appendage rubbing and squeezing with pulses that helped the magic flow into her body. Her horn was being used as a tuning fork for whatever the dragon was doing. Her breathing came out faster while the beaked muzzle spread open and wrapped itself over her spire and gave a slow suckling pull. Sparks rolled through her mind as the magic suddenly snapped itself free and the world tilted wildly as she tried to tear her horn away from the beast.
Aran let her draw her head back, his tongue fluttered over the tip before he drew away and she was able to blink her eyes to concentrate on his face. Her ears remained pinned back against her head as her stomach tightened almost painfully and a soft noise spilled past her lips. Her nostrils flared open wide and the dragon's scent flooded her senses so that she was trembling in place. The musk was mingled with another, more familiar, scent. The dragon's magic hadn't been used just to torment her and tease her; it had been used to call her body into heat. She could feel her lower body starting to swell and warm with her season.
"You are my broodmare.." The drake drawled out and curled his upper lip back to draw in her scent. His tongue fluttered out lightly, "Cherished, pampered, groomed and bred to carry on my proud lineage. My eggs will be your only goal and pleasure.."
Alex swallowed, her mouth felt dry at the talk of eggs. Eggs?! She twitched slightly as the drake fluttered his tongue out again and curled his upper lip backwards. The sharp hot musk of the male flooded her nose as he twisted his head to fix her with one bright eye. She wasn't staring at Aran though, she was staring between his powerful haunches and what was happening to his body. She had been around stallions. She knew Llewellyn's massive form intimately, but this wasn't anything like him. The large spade shaped cock tip pushed the vent open wider and wider with the tip glistening slightly as the precum oozed out and inched into the light. It was tapered, but rapidly grew wider then her old master had ever been.
The underside of the ridges started to come into the light as they swelled outwards and pushed into the light. It brushed along the underside of the belly and spread a smearing viscous wetness onto the broad scales. The hot taste of musk filled her senses while she tried to shrink in on herself. For the first time since she'd woken up, she became aware of the fact that her tail was bound up into vet wrap and it hid very little of her haunches. The cool air brushed against the soft tear shaped folds that had started to grow swollen and fluttered at the hot male scents on the air. They weren't from a stallion, but they still they were male and her body flared at the scent of it. The drake's wings opened and a low growl purred out from deep in his throat as he started to advance on her.
"Oh yes, eggs... Once you lay a clutch, you'll be ripe and fertile for me." The tongue flickered out and ran along her neck before trailing downwards along the curve of her spine. "Perhaps I'll watch you lay.. watch you struggle and strain with my egg, and once you lay it I'll be there to plunge into your still quivering body to ensure you'll never be empty."
Alex let out a trembling breath, she wanted to squeal a protest, and part of her mind flared with terror at the idea of what the dragon was saying. She had carried a foal, true, but she hadn't been forced to immediately carry another one. She'd been given time to relax and recover. And it had been a foal, not an egg. She stared at the dragon and felt another spike of fear at his size and what he was proposing. Would the egg be the size of a foal? Hard and unyielding as she strained around it or even several of them at once? Would he-
The thought's broke away as the muzzle dropped down and a hot rush of breath hit beneath her tail. It curled outwards and twisted around so that her entire body tensed up. Her ears flattened down against her head, but she couldn't' stop the soft whimpering sound that spilled past her lips as the supple hot tongue fluttered out. It brushed against the swollen tear shaped folds and then pushed upwards right against the inner folds. She couldn't stop herself from reacting to the touch, her outer lips winked and flashed her clit into the light. She tensed up a little bit before the tongue slipped along the plump swollen nub and started to circle in slow smooth movements. Her hind legs went tense as the tongue rolled again and scraped right over the tip so that a short noise was forced out of her throat.
She felt so swollen, so sensitive. Every beat of her heart let her feel the way her body was starting to react and the tongue was coaxing her on. Her wrapped tail slapped against his muzzle as the tongue plunged forward and pushed along the inner folds. It rasped right up against her opening and probed with the tapered tip so that she let out a squeaking squeal. Her forelegs were nearly knocked beneath her as she leaned forward. She couldn't get away from the attention as another hot breath blasted against her inner thighs. It tickled all the way up towards the stiff teats between her haunches and she let out a breathy noise.
The world was scented with hot male musk and her own heat that was starting to spike on the air. It wasn't like with Llewellyn who had seduced and teased her, stroked and roused her body to fever pitch. It was more like a stallion scenting a mare and examining her taste. The scaled lips pushed upwards and scraped along the outside folds as they fluttered and winked with her estrus. Her wetness began to grow as the hot long tongue suddenly plunged forward. The writhing appendage lewdly forced it's way into her quivering passage and Alex arched her back up with a rough protesting cry. Her eyes squeezed shut as the tongue rubbed upwards and seemed to gather up the wetness of her heat before it slipped free with a wet sound.
"Sweet, eager.. ready.." The drake's voice came out with a low thrumming growl as the glistening muzzle lifted upwards and sucked in her scent.
The words were thick and slurred. He seemed to have problems trying to get the words out around the growing lust that was blazing in his eyes. There was no intelligence in that face, despite the fact he could speak. There was only raw need there that matched the state of his body. The onyx spire was pulsing beneath the curve of the belly. The thick oozing precum dribbled to the ground as the thickness of the base pushed its way free. Larger than any stallion, thicker and strangely shaped. It was intimidating and she knew she should have bolted or struggled as his head slipped over her haunches. But it was starting to get harder to think, harder to make herself recall anything but the hot sweet taste of male on the air. It flared like a fire inside of her until she shifted her hind legs apart when he pressed forward.
The broad wings spread open so that wind hit her as the drake lunged upwards onto his haunches and pushed up and over her body. The slip of his forelegs moved up to either side of her haunches while she stiffened her front legs and tried to keep herself in place. A massive set of jaws closed down against the back of her neck and clamped down tightly as the scales of his belly rubbed up against her. It made her breath come in short gasps and her eyes flashed an edge of white. The fear rolled beneath the surface of her desire, but the lust was overwhelming. It didn't let her concentrate on her fear, not when the drake's forepaws locked around her curved hips and something hard and slippery probed up between her hind legs.
It pushed between them and grazed her teats as she jerked her bound tail up to one side. Her folds glistened in the light as she lowered her head and let out a throaty noise in her throat. The powerful scaled haunches spread to either side of her hips as he rolled forward in short jabbing movements. The tip grazed upwards and left a trail of clear precum as it slipped higher and higher. It wasn't until the drake pulled back almost all the way that his cock tip found her winking dark folds. A thick goopy dribble of precum trailed along the outside of them before his chest pressed down and a pair of wings snapped forward. His muscles rippled as he lunged forward and the spade shaped tip suddenly lunged into her estrus swollen passage.
The mare squealed out in shock and near pain as her body was forced to stretch around the too large shaft. The inner walls clamped down tightly around his girth while the ridges tugged and pushed her folds in on themselves. It grew rapidly thicker as it started to drive itself in deeper and deeper. The walls strained quivering around him while she splayed her hind legs as wide as the hobbles would allow her. Her own wetness was squelched out around the swollen girth and mingled with the precum as it trailed down along the edges of her udder. She spread her lips with a sharp groan as the drake stuffed himself inwards until he was nearly half plunged into her and her back was arched up. Only then did he drag backwards with a growl that vibrated the length of her spine.
Alex kept her ears back as it teased through her passage and pulled some of her wetness out to coat her outer lips before he drove forward again. This time his claws hooked against the front of her legs and yanked her backwards. Her bound forehooves scraped against the ground as she was forced backwards onto the cock. The thickness spread wider and wider, too wide, wide enough that her outer lips formed a tight O around him as the ridges popped one at a time into her body. She clamped down around them while the spade shaped tip drove itself right up against the tender opening of her cervix. The base suddenly hammered upwards and Aran let out a snarl and released her neck and rubbed his tip right against the opening.
The drake yanked out backwards again and her walls clamped down harder around him so that the ridges caressed her body. Her heat had made her passage swollen and overly sensitive. It was meant for a smooth shafted cock, but the ridges that pulled and caressed through her were something new. It made her body flush hotly as the drake plunged back into him and nudged against her cervix again. The base parted her outer lips with a lewd wet noise while his haunches pushed in tight against her outer hips. The hot breath hit against the back of her neck before he yanked back outwards against a throaty cry spilled out of her throat. It ached, she was stretched too wide, and the pain and pleasure mingled with each other as he kept stretching her open.
When the shaft plunged back into her passage she felt the base spreading her open until the tip crammed right up against her cervix. The spade shape was used to wedge him open wider and wider, the tight opening stretched wider and wider. A hot thick drool of cum erupted into her spread cervix and splashed into her fertile womb itself was she was left partially struggling under him. She wanted to relieve the pressure of the base stretching her passage open. Her outer lips were being forced and wedged wider and wider until she couldn't take anymore. Her bound forelegs rocked slightly and she gave a sudden jerking lunge forward before shrieking out as the drake slammed forward.
The base knot popped into her passage with a wet lewd sound and her forelegs went down so that the straps that ran beneath her were the only things holding her up. They creaked and groaned at the combined weight of the drake, but Aran didn't seem to care about it. His knot forced her walls open wide as the spade shaped tip lodged itself in her cervix and then he pulled back. Her folds stretched open wide and the knot popped free and then was plunged back into her. The cock ridges continued to tease through her as she was left crying out in short harsh squeals. Her legs kicked back, but the hobbles stopped her from struggling free. Even if she was trying to drive him away.
He was caressing and rubbing her, teasing and massaging, coaxing reactions from her estrus ravaged body until a sheen of sweat was gleaming on her dark black hide. She let out a shallow noise deep in her throat as the drake hammered forward. Time and again the spaded tip popped into her exposed cervix and left a hot goopy trail of precum that was being shoved into her. The knot at the base was the worst, it wasn't just remaining the same size. It was yawning open wider and wider as it pushed the outer lips open and with wet squelching noises. Her own arousal was drooling out around the edges of her folds and marring her inner thighs. Her breath came out in short hard gasps as the drake's teeth suddenly clamped down along the curve of her neck.
The teeth cut into her hide roughly as the drake's hips lunged forward a final time and the knot started to swell open. The mare shrieked out roughly as her own walls started to clamp down around him and dug the ridges deeper inside of her. Her wetness coated him as she began to milk and squeeze around him as eagerly as if he were a stallion. Her stallion. And as he rolled forward the tip spread wider and locked itself in place within her cervix. The drake's hips was so close against her own as the pleasure washed over her. Not even the teeth gripping her neck stopped her from feel the rush of need to feel what was coming.
Aran's body shuddered as the cock suddenly throbbed along her passage. It pulsed and the great vein that ran along the underside bloated before the first hot thick rush of cum erupted out of the tip. The thick splattered hit hard against the inside of her womb in jets that were hard enough she could almost feel them. The sperm rich seed flowed with each and every pulse as she helplessly squeezed and milked around him, pulling it in deeper as her body was ravaged by everything he had to get her. It was hot, as hot as liquid fire, but still she tried to push back against him. The swollen knot kept her joined tightly to him as he gave a grinding push forward and the next jet made her jerk her head up slightly. Million of sperm were already flowing through her fertile womb, writhing and wriggling, fighting to be the first to claim her ova for their own. The first to make her swell with egg. All the mare could do was tremble as the drake's panting body rested above her.
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Three months later
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The stable was dark save for the light that was gleaming in the walk way between the stalls. It cast shadows into the large box stall that had been freshly cleaned by Billy earlier in the morning. It was always kept clean and well tended for the little mare that claimed it. The midnight black creature pranced restlessly back and forth through the thick golden hay while her bound tail was held up high behind her haunches. A gleam of sweat was showing along her hide as she flicked her ears back and let out soft nervous noises deep in her throat. The rest of the stable was quiet, the horses sleeping and ignoring the drama that was growing within the birthing stall. Alex couldn't sleep, she couldn't be comfortable, she couldn't stop her pacing as her fat swollen belly swayed back and forth beneath her.
It had grown larger and larger over the last few weeks. The slow swell had peaked to something that she could barely deal with. Her flesh was stretched taut and her teats were swollen and sensitive between her hind legs. Everything felt too hot and almost itching as she turned another quarter around the stable and gave her head a shake. Her black spire nearly brushed the wall as she cast an eye to the lounging blue form that took up one half of the stall. Aran watched her with hooded eyes and a slight grin on his mobile features. He had shown up barely half an hour after Billy had checked her and he hadn't left sense. It didn't matter, nothing mattered but the ache of her swollen stomach and the need to put an end to it if she could find a way.
It was nearly three Am when the need grew too much and she let out a groaning cry before her knees went down into thick soft straw. Her cheeks were flushed with humiliation as she heard Aran's prumm of amusement when her haunches fell and she rolled onto her side. Three months weren't enough time to forget what he had done to her. They weren't enough to make her forget the two days he had kept her hanging and bound in the breeding stall as he took her. She couldn't forget the feel of his tip stabbing into her already sore cervix to flood her until she was barely able to move from exhaustion. An exhaustion that he did not share. He only wanted his egg. His off spring. His chance to have his own young from her body.
The thoughts drifted away as her stomach cramped and she felt the massive orb shifting inside of her swollen belly. It wasn't a clutch, but an egg that was nearly as large as a foal and a hard shell that gave her no relief, no chance to shift it. Her tail jerked up in the darkness of the stall and she let out a wheezing cry as the contractions forced her inner passage to clamp down tightly against each other. The trickle of wetness gleamed on her outer lips as she rolled onto her chest and forelegs and let herself clench down so that the soft padding of her womb began to ripple and put pressure around the mottled shell that had grown from her ova. Her ears splayed to either side as her wheezing breath came in short hard pants. Each one rougher then the last as the egg wedged and strained her dilated cervix open.
The walls stretched open and burned as she clenched and squeezed around it. It wasn't like a foal, it was unyielding while her hind legs splayed open wider and wider. The egg started to push into her passage inch by slow inch, the shell scraped along her passage as she pushed her hind legs beneath herself and started to force her haunches upwards. Her tail flicked to one side as Alex let out a short harsh squeal as the egg splayed her open wider and wider. Her muscles were forced to contract and tense to force the egg outwards. A slippery clear fluid coated around it, thick and heavy as it oozed out of her splaying folds to help and ease the passage.
The little unicorn mare's eyes snapped open wide and bulged as she pushed again and this time her legs started to shake as the egg began to pass closer and closer to her aching folds. Slowly the darkness of her lips were parted with a curve of mottled white. The walls stretched open and pushed outwards so that they were swollen looking. Her body was shaking, trembling, and the pain burned through her as she shrieked out and pushed again. The walls clamped down tightly while her sweat soaked sides started to quiver. Her vision started to turn black as the egg yawned her folds open obscenely wide and her hind legs were forced apart. She could almost feel her joints straining to keep in place at the moment of terrible pressure.
With a final screech Alex jerked her head up and the heavy egg dropped from between her abused folds into the thick padding of the straw. Her body jerked and her tail flipped over her back as she nearly sobbed in relief as it left her body. Her legs trembled with exhaustion as each breath came in short ragged gasps. Her eyes squeezed shut and she savored the pure and simple relief that the egg was out of her. Her passage still burned from the pain of being stretched and trying to wrap around it, but it was over. She had done it. It was over. She had managed the impossible.
"A fine fine egg my dear, better then I have ever wished.." A voice drawled from behind her and she heard the straw moving as something heavy was rolled through it.
Alex twitched an ear back before something heavy, scaled and powerful moved over her back and pressed her down against the straw. A hot breath hit against the back of her neck and the teeth gripped her roughly. The mare let out a squealing cry as the powerful forepaws moved to wrap around her hips. The heavy swollen cock rested along the curve of her ass cheeks as the tip oozed out a thick heavy spill of precum that dribbled out and ran along the edge of her tail bone. Her eyes flashed wide when the hips pulled back and it trailed down to brush along her still aching folds.
"I hear it is easier the second time around..." Aran purred into her ear and his hips gave a slow roll forward.
The mare could only manage a whimpering squeal as the cock tip suddenly drove itself into her aching passage. Her walls quivering around him as the horror of what he'd said hit her. A second egg?!