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Bound to be a Breeding Stud

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Nuidog

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The black stallion, known as Lore, grunted, the orc's hands roaming his body. Her skin was not as dark as that of some orcs that he'd seen about his travels, a bachelor horse searching for a home and a herd to call his own, though the blue hue of her skin may have caught his attention if he had not been caught in her trap. The pit had opened up beneath him while the feral stud was just walking under the canopy of trees, nose low to the ground and snuffling for the sweet treats of early summer blackberries, though he wouldn't have been able to evade it even if he had been quicker on his hooves.

He snorted, twisting his head back and forth, bound in the stocks from shoulders to tail, even his tail forced to hike up with a role lashed under the dock. Jet black, there was not a speck of white on him, not even on his face to break up the darkness of his muzzle, though maybe another kind of luck was upon him, considering that he had survived the fall into the pit to begin with. Yet she was tall and rugged with sizeable tusks and a cropped Mohawk of russet hair that set off the tone of her skin, breasts mostly uncovered while a leather hunting skirt was slung around her hips, easy to move in.

Grunting, she surveyed him, nose twitching, nostrils flaring as if she was dragging in something of his scent, although the white roll of Lore's eyes did not agree with that. No... He didn't agree with her treatment of him one bit...

"Steady there, boy, gonna take care of you right like now..."

The orc's tone was not soothing as her hands scooped under his hind end, finding his balls and squeezing. Lore's head shot up as he squealed but he was not in any position to fight back with even his back hooves tied off to the stocks, denying him even that tiny luxury of movement. Yet she did not stop, squeezing and fondling his nuts a little too roughly, but there was something in the, still, virgin stallion that responded to her touch, grunting and rocking forward to the extent that he could with the wooden stocks closing in around him.

His shaft pushed out, much to his horror and equal fury, snarling inside as if he was a wolf rather than a horse, but there was nothing that he could do to stave off her advances. She'd dragged him out of the pit and tied him up just where she wanted him, his hips rocking, tail flagging, and the hot meat of his cock slithering out. The rampant snake of flash throbbed up thick and full under her ministrations, hands pumping and working him over as if she had done it many times over.

Lore grunted and shuddered, leaning into the stocks as the wood creaked, coming up to his shoulder. Maybe he could have broken free if he was at his full strength but it had been some time since he'd rested and his mind swirled with illicit thoughts - thoughts that he very much should not have been having in forced bondage. Her hands manipulated him so sweetly though that he could not help but snort and huff, nostrils flaring, a tremor running through his body.

He'd never been touched there before. But he was about to experience far more than he ever had in the life of a mature young adult whose first time, simply, was never destined to be with a mare.

"Steady there... Gonna fix you up..."

She smirked, a raw kind of beauty teasing the worn lines of her face, though the crinkling smile lines around her eyes were reminiscent of her species rather than any indicator of age. Wide and curvy, her large chest balanced out her hips and if Lore had had any question about what was to happen as she pumped pre-cum from his turgid, pulsating length, forcing him to feel that lure of pleasure.

Her being on her knees was hardly a gesture of submission as she slipped beneath him, though he was not apt to consider it such, forcing his weight against the stocks, panic colliding with arousal. One did not dominate the other, however, and he could not get a bearing with his bare hooves, scraping through the dirt, the dark of twilight closing in around them as an owl, somewhere, called out a warning screech. Away, away - it could not happen! He wasn't ready! But the fact of the matter was that he was not in any kind of position to complain no matter how much he wanted to, her lips kissing the soft flare of his shaft as he shuddered.

"That's it, give in... C'mon, wee lad..."

Was that right? What would happen if he just gave in and left things, then, as they were? Was it really that bad?

Snorting, he twisted his head, ears flopping, but he couldn't think straight, one thought after the other floating through the background of his mind without processing actively. He couldn't, feral need taking over as the dark round of his pupils dilated even further, nostrils puffing, chest tight with the need to breathe. More... But nothing. Everything, but nothing. What did he even want as her lips caressed his cock, slurping down his length, readying him for something that Lore's young, innocent mind simply could not yet understand.

And, still, he would understand soon, ah, of course. His virginity was not something to be cherished when there was only one purpose in life for a stallion like him and that was to become a breeding stud, even if it was at the hands of an orc. She smirked as she opened her mouth wide, careful of her tusks, taking his cock-tip into her mouth and letting it slide up to the back of her throat. She shuddered, her gag reflex kicking in, though his cock was such a nice size that, with her greater bulk and size, she was just about able to tease him down her throat, gulping and swallowing all the while. Massaging his shaft with her throat as the bulge pushed down and down, the orc's eyes rolled back, eyes closed, the stallion above her huffing and grunting though not able to do any more than that.

It was exactly as she wanted it.

Yet Lore was not the one to have such a say in things as her throat caressed him so wonderfully, forcing all rational thought from his mind and replacing it with strictly feral instinct. He grunted, rocking his hips, tail swishing, the rope grating over his dock though he could not find it in himself to care. Nothing at all existed for him other than feral need, the need to breed, his cock throbbing and pulsing all the more desperately. Never before had it been so hard, not even as she drew back off his cock and flipped her skirt out of the way, presenting her bare pussy to him. It was all as it was meant to be as she pressed her back up to his belly, grinding back onto his cock, feeding it into her folds with a low, heady moan.

Just like that, his virginity was taken from him in the lushness of her hot, tight hold, the orc grinding back bodily onto his cock as she well and truly took charge. Even if he had not been bound, muscles aching and straining for some manner of action, there was nothing he could do to not push on, to want to fuck her, to breed her, to feel the hot flow of his cream flooding her cunny. It was what he was meant to do as a breeding stud, a stallion named Lore, though any name she gave him would replace his old entity as she led him, in time, back to her tribe to take every last mare that lived there and more.

"Ah... Good stud... Come on, now... Give me your seed."

He could hear the smirk in her voice, ears splaying out submissively.

"You know you want to."

Oh, how he did, so very much, every nerve-ending in his body tingling with a cold fire, spine aching with a shiver that not even he could control, need coursing through with the beat of his heart. His lungs shuddered for breath as if he was at a flat-out gallop, taking a breath with every stride, and his cock throbbed inside her, slurping in past the medial ring as her tunnel flexed and clenched around him. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before, even better than masturbating by slapping his cock up against his stomach, but he would never again need to do that when he had a beauty like her to breed, her curvy form more than able to handle him.

"Mm... Now relax... Let it come..."

Her instruction was gentle but firm - not that his position left him with any option but, of course, to obey her. To obey was all he had to do and, strangely, that came more naturally than ever to Lore, huffing and grunting, trying to fall prey to baser instinct as the need to thrust screamed within him. He needed to cover her, wanted to cover her, snorting and heaving, flanks shuddering. There was nothing else for him as she bucked and ground back on his cock, showing him what it was to breed, driving him to such a point of frenzy that his straining and fighting to break free even frayed the ropes.

Slightly. But not enough. She'd tied him too firmly for that and, truly, she would not have wanted to have him be driven into such a frenzy that he broke the stocks, considering just how dangerous that could be with sharp, pointed slices of wood around his delicate legs. No, Lore was far, far too valuable to waste in such a way, his body primed for her and ready, tail flagged on the pinnacle of orgasm.

Her climax was by the by as she let out her loudest grunt yet, slamming her cunt all the way down to his sheath and balls, demanding his climax along with hers - and so it came. It was from the orc's doing rather than that of the stallion's, her orgasm ripping through her as she clung to his forelegs for stability, humping and rocking furiously on him, losing even her grip on control. Yet it was all alright with his need throbbing, balls aching, tightening, tensing - and then unleashing his seed in the thickest, headiest spurts yet.

He flooded her pussy as if he was trying to make sure that no other stud would ever match up to his orgasm, cock throbbing and pulsing to send his load deep inside her. Lore didn't know how deep his cock was, whether he had bottomed out or not, and neither did he care when such pleasure pounded through him, wrecking both his mind and his body as he was tamed. If he was broken, however, it was a kind of breaking that he would hunger for time after time again, tail lifted as high as it could possibly go as he blasted out his breeding triumph in a shrill, cutting whinny.

"There you go..."

The orc sighed, exhaling in a rush of breath, the afterglow warming her through as he stayed inside her, still thrusting and trying to break free of the stocks only to fill her more. His cock twitched, sending a last glob into her that would seal as much of his cum inside her pussy as possible, something that feral horses were known for, though she could easily remove it if she wanted another load into her aching yet still yearning pussy.

With a smirk, she glanced back at him, legs bent, trying to keep her position even though she was, in a way, too big for him. Clenching down around his cock, she drew another nicker from him, a tug at the ropes telling her that he was trying to stomp, trying to be the breeding stud that she'd known he could be from the first time she'd set eyes on him.

He was perfect. His bloodlines would strengthen the breeding stock of their tribe. And, soon, every mare in her tribe would know the throb of his cock, their foals growing up big and strong.

She moaned.

Every mare.