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"HO! Come now! In ya get ya beast!" The sound of the human's brought Ivey's ears up on his head, snorting a little bit as he frisked with the fresh morning breeze. Or, frisked as much as he possibly could in the confined pasture that he had grown up in.

The colt set his ears back when he watched the man swing the gate open as far as it would go, the expression turning into a frown when he didn't immediately go bolting for the opening. He set his haunches back, folding his ears flat back while the human continued to watch him with growing annoyance. He didn't want to go in, he didn't want to leave the relative freedom of the pasture to be confined in the nasty stall that he had been forced to call his home. It was too small, what had once seemed large and roomy when he had first been separated from his dam, was now too small by half. His legs itched to move and he could barely turn around in it so the times he was turned out he tried to run as far and as fast as he could. Not that the pasture offered that far to run, twenty paces forward, and ten paces to either side.

His mother had told him to be grateful for that, that she was not allowed even in the pasture without hobbles, but it was difficult to be grateful when he knew the whole wide world was spread out in front of him and he couldn't go to see it. The humans didn't allow it, a fact that his mother had told him showed their evil nature. She had always told them that they were evil, from the moment that he had stood on long trembling legs to now, but he found it hard to agree with her. They had never been mean to him, he was well fed and groomed, they had once tried to slap a saddle on his back, but he had easily kicked that off. A few hard moments when he'd been forced to get used to a halter and bridle, but they had given him plenty of sweets and grain to encourage him. How could that be evil?

"I said get on!" The man was red faced now, his annoyance growing so that Ivey sighed and flicked his tail behind him unhappily.

_Though I wish they'd at least let me spend more time out here._The young stallion drooped his head a touch, ducking so that his short horn didn't catch on the door as he passed through the gate. His mother always told him that they held them all captive, but it was hard to know who to believe. After all, his mother had been wild trapped, just like his sire, that was true, perhaps she just didn't adjust well to captive life. They only asked him one or two things he didn't like, and they didn't force him to do them if he refused. How could she call them evil? It was only because she didn't understand them.

"C'mon, young fellow." A hand reached up to grab his horn like a hand hold, forcing his head down so that he let out a little squeal of protest. "Today you're going to be a stallion, eh?"

He pricked his ears forward slightly and snorted, only flinching in annoyance when the leather slipped along his head and pulled up. The special band that went along his forehead was unbuckled so it slipped along the line of his cheeks and the metal bit pushed right up against his soft lips. He knew the routine, but it still made him shudder to have the cold buckles press against his smooth furred cheeks and the bridge of his muzzle. The foul tasting bit pushed along his tongue and fell into the gap in his teeth naturally, but it still made him pin his ears flat angrily before shaking his head back and forth. At least there was no saddle, he wouldn't tolerate that, but he'd compromised with the bridle. It only seemed fair after all.

A tug of the reins set him in motion, chewing along the bit as he stepped forward and glared at his handler. It was the biggest one, the one that was the leader. He didn't come down often, but when he did it was always full of disappointment as he came at times to examine him. He didn't know why he was a disappointment, his mother had always said it was because he couldn't speak the way he should have been able too. He could nod and shake his head, but he didn't have the magic that he should have possessed to form speech. In that way, he was like his sire, though he didn't think so. His sire was a mute dumb work horse, slaving in the harness to haul the carts, he wasn't stupid, he just didn't have the magic he was supposed to have.

"C'mon, here we go, let's go now!" A tug of the reins made him pick up his hooves, dreading another day of being looked over and the man frowning over him. To be judg--

The young stallion jerked his head up as he was pulled out of the main opening of the barn and his nostrils caught a strong hot smell on the air. He tried to jerk his head up, yanking against the reins roughly as he flared his nostrils open wide to drag in the warm scent on the air. The reins pulled tightly against him as he pranced forward, instinctively arching his neck as he picked up his hooves to try and lunge forward. His tail snapped behind him as he filled his lungs with the strange scent that made his heart start to pound faster against his chest. It was like scenting water when he was parched, but a thousand times more intense, it sent ripples down his spine as he lunged forward to fight against the reins and bit.

His stomach started to tense up, his stomach quivering a little bit as his pale pink sheath began to swell open before the weight of his glans pushed it open so his girth could spill downwards. For the first time, it felt deliciously sensitive as it swayed back and forth under him, filling out rapidly with each and every beat of his heart as he lifted his head up higher. He didn't care that the man holding his reins wanted to pull his head down, he was snuffling at the air trying to get the scent to fill all of his senses. Soon, his entire cock hung down beneath his belly, it had done so countless times, he was a young stallion after all, but this time was different. Even the air was a playful caress to him as he lunged forward and began to chew around the bit. He wanted at the source of the scent, it was driving every other thought out of his head as he stomped a front hoof when the hold on the reins kept him back.

His girth began to stiffen, flexing against the base of his sheath until it swung up to slap beneath his belly before the weight of his tip dragged him back down again. Precum oozed out of his glans, spilling down to the ground wetly as they pulled him closer to the area beside the barn, he knew it well, he knew that scent was just beyond the wall. He lunged forward blindly, squealing angrily as they kept him back and started to walk him about. The moment his head was turned to one side he locked his legs and yanked backwards, he knew that scent was THERE! Right THERE!! His upper lip curled back, sucking down another breath before a groom hit him on the haunches and forced him to turn about in a high stepped prance.

"He seems eager enough!" One of the grooms laughed as he surged towards the corner of the wall again. "Still don't think it's wise, he's barely a unicorn at all."

"Aye, but more unicorn then his sire." Biro gave the lead another firm tug so that he was circled about again. "His foal should have more potential than he does. Just need to get him worked up enough."

Ivey didn't care what the humans were saying, he wanted at that scent. He was going on his fifth turn, his coat showing a slight gleam of sweat along his sides and haunches when he lunged forward and he was suddenly given his head. The reins were loosened as he charged forward, half blinded by instinctive need as he bolted around the corner and saw a familiar shape. For a moment, all he could see was the leather wrapped tail yanked up high in the air to show gleaming swollen looking folds that flexed in the air. Wetness caught on them as his cock slapped up in the air and jutted forward, his lunge storming up to the bound unicorn before he could finally see past the fertile sex bared to him. His legs trembled as he came to a halt with his legs splayed open wide, his muscles quivering and ready as he stared at his dam trying to kick her way free.

The hot fertile scent on the air was laden with the familiar comforting scent of his mother as she struggled in the midst of straps that forced her legs up against two poles, her tail yanked to one side and kept out of the way while her head was tied up to another pole so she barely had an inch worth of give. Her eyes were white rimmed with panic as Ivey struggled to keep himself standing there, his shaft hard and eager beneath his belly as it drooled a syrupy puddle of precum beneath his body. His nostrils flared open wide to breathe in the scent of her, his entire body screaming to scramble over her and lunge into the fertile depths. His ears splayed down flat against his heads and he forced himself to take a step back, shuddering as he did so, but the reins pulled tight.

"C'mon lad, time to be a stallion." Biro almost sounded pleased, but he yanked his head up high enough to shake it back and forth rapidly.

"Told you, boy isn't that daft even if he is a mute." His normal groom spoke up as he gave another rapid shake of his head, the universal symbol for no.

"Come now, you, let's go, just have a good sniff." The grip wrapped harder on the reins and tried to pull him forward, but he lunged backwards, shaking his head again. "Give him a push from behind."

I am not mounting my mother!! He squealed angrily as a shove hit right against his haunches so that he was forced forward a few steps, the scent still hitting him as he tried to lunge to one side.

His mother's eyes weren't just fearful, they were despairing as she watched him struggle to one side, twisting his head about angrily to fight the reins. His body screamed to do it, his body was shuddering in place as his haunches splayed open and he kept his ears pinned flat down against his head. He bared his teeth as two grooms linked hands to push at his haunches, making him slip even closer to that hot rich scent and winking folds. They were soft, inviting looking, he just had to give up and it would all be so easy. The young stallion felt the hands shoving roughly against his haunches and dropped his head down sharply, for the first time in his life he tried to use his horn to jab at the man on his reins. He wasn't going to do this and he wasn't going to let them make him!

He kicked and bucked, fainting strikes at Biro and fought step by step backwards, away from that scent, away from her. He flared his nostrils open wide and he sneezed out the mare heat scent as he twisted away and kicked again. Angry and outraged that they would try and make him do this! He wasn't going to sire his mother, it was against his nature, against her nature! It was against all of nature!! He stamped a hoof roughly against the ground and twisted about, baring his teeth as he got nearly ten feet away from her and locked his legs. He firmly shook his head back and forth while glaring at Biro. He was not going to do it!

"Stubborn lad, I see you have a bit of your father in you, eh?" There was amusement in the leader's voice, not annoyance, and he moved his hand up to pat right against the sweep of his shoulder. "Well, we can't force you on her, can we? Alright lads, we've given the natural way a good go."

I should certainly say not! He snorted in annoyance, glaring at them still, but relaxing as they didn't try to haul him back to his mother. He was uneasy at the sight of her bound body, they'd never treated him that way, certainly.

His thoughts started to linger towards the other things his mother had told him about the humans, but they didn't linger long. He was startled when something hard hit his left side and shoved up against him, hard corners jabbed against his shoulder as he threw his head back and found a seven foot section of fence held by three grooms being pushed against him. He was forced to one side as they pushed, but as they pushed him away from his mother he allowed himself to go, even as his ears remained pinned back. His half hard cock swung under him as step by step he was forced until he felt himself wedged between the round pen fence and the moving portion. Biro's hold on his reins remained firm as the grooms began to move about him, swiftly coming up with smaller sections of fence to place at his chest and haunches.

He pawed the ground, trying to express his frustration as he met the leader's eyes to try and show his confusion at what they were doing. He wasn't going to mount his mother! That didn't mean he should be punished for it, it was unfair! He bared his teeth briefly as latches were snapped in place on the fencing and they were joined together. He had about six inches on any given side as the grooms were able to stand back once it was erected. It was a tight stall, too tight, his skin quivered slightly while the reins were tugged down so his soft velvety muzzle was nearly pressed up against the painted wood. He rolled his eyes up as Biro ran a hand along the bridge of his muzzle and watched as the grooms continued to move about him.

"Get his tail up and out of the way, you set that solid plank behind, yes?" He called out while a man moved to grasp at the tip of his tail and gave it a light tug. He attempted to clamp his tail down and lunged forward, tucking his chin down as he strained against the gate.

It held, solidly, they had to have snapped it into something, it didn't even budge as one of the grooms hooked his tail up and he felt it dragged over the edge of the fence. He tried to clamp it down, but they weren't letting him have any give. It was jerked up high enough that he was forcibly recalling his dam and how she was bound up. He twisted his head to see her, though he couldn't see her face as they forced his tail up until it nearly ached. A hand suddenly reached up to push right against his pucker with something slippery was smeared over him. He clamped his pucker down in reaction, snorting and jerking hard against the tightness of his reins. He tried to shake his head back and forth rapidly, snorting and shuddering.

"Eh now, lad? What's this?" Biro rubbed over his muzzle again. "Too late to take it back now, I really would have preferred a natural breeding, but your reluctance can't be helped. Go on and get him lubed up, let's make this quick. Best way to go about it."

Ivey bared his teeth, squealing out, a call that was answered by his mother as the wet stuff was smeared all over his pucker, even inwards as a thumb suddenly rudely pried at the opening and spread him open. The wetness was smeared inwards messily while he splayed his haunches awkwardly before kicking backwards. His hooves hit something hard and smooth instead of the groom behind him, it didn't even crack, but gave slightly before he went back to all fours. He twisted about, hitting either side against the fence in his attempt to get free while his pucker was well coated in the smear of lubricant, rivulets of it spilling downwards along the back of his orbs in the most distressing manner. His ears splayed to either side, growing more and more panicked.

The group of grooms began to disperse, leaving him with only two as he trembled in place, letting out short angry noises to protest this treatment. He'd never been treated like this in all his life, he was constantly being given good food and attention, their voices were always calm and cheerful, nothing ever frightening until now. He was always compliant when they asked him questions, today was the only time he had fought and now they were doing this?! He rolled his eyes up at Biro, baring his teeth again unhappily before trying to shake his head back and forth to tell them he didn't want this. His wordless plea was ignored as one of the grooms dropped down under him and suddenly reached to grab the head of his cock.

He had started to pull back up into his sheath, only a few inches were hanging down, but it was enough for the man to hold him and yank downwards so that his shaft was pulled down towards the ground. It was a startling touch that made him automatically buck forward, driving himself against the hand momentarily before he kept himself under control. His eyes rolled wildly, trying to find a way out of this when the groom that had lubed up his pucker returned with a light probe of the finger. There was a jab that made him lunge forward before something blunt pushed along the ring and dimpled it inwards. His walls started to spread open even as he clamped down tightly and rolled his eyes back pleadingly towards the man handling him, his breath came out in a hot rush as the blunt metal tube was pushed forward harder to fight his muscles.

He was pried open, the muscles splayed wider and wider as he shuddered in place and tried to snap his tail down, but he couldn't manage to do more than jerk it a few times as it was held tied up high. The walls clamped down around the rounded tip of the tube that pushed inwards, gathering the lubricant around it as it went, forcing his body to accept it whether he wanted it too or not. It wasn't painful, but frightening to feel himself spread open and the slick sound of the lubricant being pushed out around the edges. Were they punishing him for not mounting his mother? Making him take something like a mare to teach him a lesson? The thought made him let out an angry noise and kicked backwards, thudding roughly against the barrier and nearly cracked it before there was a sudden press forward so another few inches sank into him.

Through it all his cock was handled, stroked and cleaned off with a cloth as it had been before, but this time it was massaged around the glans with a coating of lubricant. He shuddered and snorted, almost thickening up against the hold, but he was too busy dealing with the weight of the shaft that held him open until the thickest point was nudging against a sensitive area just along the rise of his anal passage. He was pushed forward slightly at the force of the press inside of him, making him clamp down around the thing again, trying to push it back out, but the groom holding it wasn't going to let him budge. He just shoved forward harder, forcing his pucker inwards.

"Get that bag over him! Up and around him nice and tight now!" The man called out from behind him as he tensed himself up and tried to yank his head backwards again, letting out an angry call as something suddenly slipped over his cock tip.

It wasn't unpleasant, it was almost soft feeling as it wrapped around his glans and the hand wrapped tightly around him. For a moment he stiffened in reaction, rubbing forward briefly before locking his haunches in place, refusing to give into the feel of warm fingers caressing him.

"Right now, got it on." His groom spoke up from his side, his other hand reaching up to grasp him right around the medial ring so that his cock was pulled to one side of his belly, away from his stamping hooves.

The metal cylinder inside of him suddenly came alive, no warning, no hint as to it had any real purpose, it was a sudden electric strike that made his head jerk up hard enough that the bridle bruised just behind his ears. He shrilled out his shock as the jolt spilled through him, spilling along his prostate and forcing his muscles to suddenly contract. Not just the muscles along his anal passage, but the muscles and veins that ran straight through him and made his balls clamp up tight between his hind legs. His eyes rolled to show an edge of white as his cock jerked up tight, throbbing. His tip flared open as the veins and vesicles along his cock began to contract and shift, forcing his urethra to just forward open wide into the bag that had been wrapped around him. And then another stab of electricity ran through him, a pulsing beat that made him hunch his hips upwards and attempt to jerk his tail high up in the air.

It wasn't a matter of fighting off the effects, there was no fight he could give, it forced him to go from being ever so slightly worked up from the effects of his mother to spiraling out of control. His balls contracted and pumped in a rush of near painful pleasure that had him crying out before the first hot rush of his sperm rich cum erupted out of his cock tip. Rope after heavy rope spilled out of him, flooding the bag that was wrapped around him as his balls churned and tried to force up more as the electricity crashed through him. He shuddered his hips, the young stallion's eyes squeezed tightly shut while he let out a ragged noises of shock and fear. He couldn't stop! His thick cum flooded the bag, he could feel the sticky warmth coating around his glans and still the current was spiking through him.

His balls ached as he tried to spill out more and more, his legs splayed open wide until he let out a ragged noise in his throat. Biro moved up to pull his head down as his skin twitched and shuddered, a sheen of sweat running along his sides, his cock still trying to spurt out more as thicker gel began to ooze out of him to hopelessly try and seal up a mare that wasn't there. His legs shuddered as a final jolt hit him and he let out a pained cry, his lips parting open before muscles that had been forced to tense and react started to relax. It ached, it hurt and confused him as his balls slowly dropped down from their tense position and his cock drooped down, only being held up by the hand around his medial ring. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut while the bag was slipped from his cock.

"Good lord, productive isn't he." The groom spoke as thick strands of seed clung to his tip while the bag was pulled off leaving his sticky cock softening beneath him. Little spasms kept jerking through him, twitching over his haunches.

"All the better, we have plenty to make sure the mare carries a good sized foal." Biro released his muzzle, but Ivey couldn't even manage a thought as the tube was pulled from his quivering pucker.

He didn't understand what had happened or how, he only knew that he was weak legged and his overly sensitive cock began to wrinkle up and pull towards his sheath, the last ooze of his gel hitting the ground. He sagged against the fence, he didn't know if that had felt amazing or horrible, or both combined at the same time, all he knew was that it was a relief to feel the cylinder pulled out of his pucker. He clenched down immediately, trying to snap his tail down, but it was still tied down and out of the way. He let out a short shuddering breath as the grooms moved away from him, they all did, none of them remained behind to even let him go as he twisted his head about so the bit cut painfully on his tongue. He watched them gather together, holding the bag of thick seed before pouring it into another tube, but this one he could see.

It was like a large syringe as the cum was poured into it and plunger was inserted in the broad open end so that it didn't escape. It was pushed forward just enough that some of his cum oozed out of a narrow opening at the other end as he stared at them in bafflement. He didn't often know what humans were doing, they were too different, but today they terrified him. He blew out a shuddering breath as the last of his cock pulled back into his sheath, just the tip hanging free with the still swollen state as the humans seemed to be conferring over his mother. It was only then that he understood, his mind slow to make the connection as one of the men got out a small jar and scooped out some creamy looking stuff to rub over the bare folds. His eyes flickered back and forth towards the tube that was filled with his semen and his mother.

They're still going to do it!! He shrieked out angrily with the realization that they fully intended to see his mother's belly swell with his foal one way or another.

He couldn't go to her rescue, he couldn't even truly protest except for short angry squeals and attempts to lunge back and forth. His legs trembling as his mother renewed her frantic struggles, only to have the syringe pushed up against her quivering winking folds and pushed forward. The walls were spread open around the thing as it was pushed forward, causing his dam to cry out as the humans moved to either side to make sure that she couldn't get away as inch after solid metal inch was plunged into her. The colt trembled in place, his eyes unwillingly locked at the sight of the unnatural thing hilted inside of her before one of the grooms pushed the plunger down. Forcing his sperm rich cum deep into her fertile body as he droops his head and splayed his ears to either side.

They don't care that I don't want it, they don't care at all... The young stallion's turbulent thoughts roiled over and over again. The kindnesses that they had given him took on a new light, not kindness, they had treated him like a prize and nothing more. He was groomed and fed well because he was a prize, not kindnesses at all. They tolerated some of his quirks, but the moment they truly wanted something... they took it. They didn't care for his protests or anger, or humiliation. They simply took it. Like truly was a beast. Mother was right all along...

The realization came too late as he watched the thick cream oozing out from around the syringe as the excess of his cum was escaping around the tube. But not most of it, or even all of it, the rest was already working towards his dam's vulnerable ova, to claim them and sire the next generation.