Taking of Magic: Beyond Redemption
The sound of the stable, the clatter of hooves, the sound of humans, sounds that had once given him fits of rage and frustration and now only made Archer lift his silver head and stare out at the stable pathway in despair. His silver coat gleamed brightly, but it should have, it was brushed daily until it was as soft as silk and his mane fell down in a cascade along his neck. He was well fed, and well cared for, he rarely wanted for anything, save for freedom. Save for the life that was his by rights. He saw no way to claim that again, no one in their right mind would look at him and see the glorious creature that he used to be. His leonine tail and cloven hooves were still there, but day by day the hairs were growing longer on his agile tail as the bones shortened. His hooves were already growing together, each day they became heavier and soon they would be solid.
The moment his horn had dropped from his head, his magic had left him. He had no power, no ability to strike back against the humans unless he did it as a dumb animal. He could bite or strike out with his hooves, but these humans had handled horses all their lives and it was useless. Only his silver coat and golden eyes would remain to show he had once been a unicorn, but they would be looked upon like some freakish trait of breeding, not a glorious ancient heritage. Eventually the bare spot on his forehead would be sleek and smooth, not even a ridge where his horn had rested. And his mind, he prayed his mind would stay. He prayed he wouldn't turned into a dumb beast like the rest of the stable, but his hope was a fragile thing.
"Get her legs!!!" The yelling humans erupted down the hall while he watched them spreading open the twin doors. "Damnit get them!!"
Archer heard the squeal, the enraged equine sound before there was a clatter of hooves and two of the magicians went stumbling backwards and one fell with a smack on the stone floor. The stallion's ears flicked up with interest when the scrabble of hooves kept fighting them and he stepped towards the door of his stall to watch the fuss. The horses here were all sorts, from heavy draft horses used to haul carts to light beasts used for saddle, but they were mostly quite tame. He knew that there were a few that were spirited, but this went beyond mildly spirited. The screams of rage that reached him sounded intelligent as the humans came in a tight knot clinging to glowing golden ropes that were drawn taut. And then she came behind them, screaming and striking with her horn against the magic, glorious in her rage, beautiful in her fury.
The golden furred mare reared back on her hooves and screamed, struggling against the hold as she kicked out with her silver hooves. Her lithe body not meant to be bound by ropes, but they clung to her and dragged her back down so she could no longer strike out with her forehooves or back hooves. The caught a length of rope around her horn and forced her head down as her wide silver eyes flashed with terror, showing a ring of white while Archer stared at her. Willing his strength into her so that she would break free of these awful people, but she didn't. The magic spells were clinging to her, being chanted out until he watched as livid dark burnished gold glyphs began to appear along her legs and legs. Her head drooped, her eyes opened wide as she opened her lips wide to suck in breath after breath, panting in exhaustion.
_No damnit!!! Fight!! Kill them all! Break free! _ Archer lifted his head and squealed out encouragement, lifting his head high as the humans dragged her along the walkway.
She didn't even look at him, she was herded along with their bodies crowded about her towards the stall next to his own. He felt a moment of pure hope as the door swung open and loudly smacked against his own. He knew by their chants that they must be putting the magic barriers onto the stall, but he couldn't feel it changing. He could only watch in despair as the mare was thrown into the stall, her trembling form bound by magic, her head lowered and sweat gleaming on her golden fur. Not another one, not again.
"We found you a friend, it's time that you earned your keep." The leader, the man they called Biro, turned to look at him. "I won't keep a stallion who cannot be used at stud."
_I will never stud for them. _ Archer glared at the man and pinned his ears back flat to his head in response. He would never turn into a beast for their use, especially not to an innocent unicorn mare.
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"LET ME OUT" Yew squealed the words out in the ancient tongue, calling towards the humans while Archer kept his ears flat and ignored her.
He hadn't paid any attention to her in the last two weeks save to keep away from that side of the stall and kept his head lowered down. He had tried to speak to her the day she came, he had craned his head up and offered his name and attempted to reassure her that he would not behave like a common stud. But the words never came, his lips refused to make the words, no matter that he could understand the ancient tongue. His jaws and tongue had changed, subtly, but they had thickened to the point that he could no longer speak his native tongue. It was a horrible blow, another loss to him and the mare had watched him in confusion. The pity in her eyes at seeing him, recognizing the coloring, what little of being a unicorn remained to him was there, but there was also disgust at seeing him broken so low from what he had been.
Not that I can blame her... Archer watched as Yew began to pace again and he kept his side pressed against the wall firmly. His ears splayed to either side miserably.
"They can't keep me, they cannot..." She began to talk again, more to herself than to him, but it still made him flinch. "There has to be a way out, something I can do. You have to know of some weakness!! Even if you didn't escape, you can help me!"
The last words were pled towards him, a high pitched call that roused him past his despair with the instinctive urge to protect a mare in distress. He lifted his head slightly and just gave his head a shake, there was no answer that he could give her. She was still young, not a filly anymore, but she was still filled with optimistic hope that she was immortal and nothing could touch her. How he wished that she were right.
"What do you know.." She began to pace again, pawing and trying to find a weakness to a magic barrier he could no longer sense.
_I know you're in heat..._He thought bitterly and turned his head away, the scent of her was a constant thing, clinging to his nostrils and flooding his senses.
It had started three days ago and only grown worse. His only choice was to stay well away from her, trying to wash his nose often in his water bucket and spent the rest of the time shoving his nose into his hay, or even dirty straw to try and cover up her scent with his own musk. He was grateful the walls between the stalls were high enough that she could only see his back comfortably, and his head if it was lifted up. If she had actively tried to crane her muzzle over she might have noticed that his shaft hung free of his sheath more than he cared to admit. Even now it was gaping open with the pale length half spilled out and pointed towards the ground. It wasn't so bad now, he wasn't hard, he wasn't achingly erect and humiliating himself with his filthy thoughts of the unicorn mare. He wasn't going to give in, he wouldn't be a beast.
"She's at it again!" One of the humans called out from down the length of the barn. "The wards are going to suffer before too much longer."
"I know, go and talk to Biro.. We need to see about soothing that temper." The human who spoke drawled the words out lazily, a hint behind them. "It's been long enough and the energy we're expending needs to be paid for."
Archer flicked his ears up and raised his head at the conversation, his eyes unwillingly drawn towards the mare that was glaring at her captors. He hated himself for the stab of raw desire he felt, but he quashed it as he saw the fear on her golden face. Damn this place and damn these humans! Damn them all. He dropped his head and stuffed his muzzle back into the water, he wasn't going to behave like an animal, he wasn't an animal. Horn or no horn, he had been born a unicorn!
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They came for Yew that evening, so many of them that they had crowded the opening to her stall before the golden bridle had been locked onto her head. He had been forced to watch an echo of what had happened to him, unable to do more than feel sympathetic pain as she was yanked out of the stall, her hooves scraping against the ground roughly before she was forced to obey. He had huddled in the back of his stall, unable to move as she was walked past the low door of his stall, her scent lingering there while he attempted to keep his haunches aimed away from her to hide his own shame. Nearly half an hour after she had left, only one came for him, the leader. He had spent that time trying to clear his nostrils and working to hold his hormones in check, only to have the man appear, bringing the scent with him.
"You know what I want from you.." Biro swung open the stall door with the, now, familiar lead in hand that made Archer back up with his ears pinned flat. "Capture and trapping are something we can do, but it expends so much energy that it is hardly worth it. Raising your kind, now that might offer us a solution."
_As if I would doom innocent foals to this life?! _ Archer took a step back and curled his lips back to bare his flat teeth angrily.
"I see your dilemma, but I refuse to have a stallion in my stables that is worthless." Biro seemed amused as he stepped forward, the scent of the mare filling the stallion's nose until he tried to sneeze it back out again.
The man was adept with the lead, and fast, the magician ducked down and there was a metallic clip as the lead snapped beneath his halter. He snapped out, but Biro knew it was coming, it was an old dance between them, and the man jerked back to yank the lead in a short brutal twist that drew his head to one side. The closer presence of the magician brought with it the scent of Yew and the rich scent of heat, it filled his nostrils, spilling into his senses so that his body was automatically flushed with raw desire. He wasn't a lowly beast, but that scent called to every masculine instinct in his body, especially given the days he had spent with it in the stall next door.
"You can either be used as a stud, or I will see you have another use." Biro moved his hand down to grip the lead right beneath the halter, out of the way of his teeth and able to control his movements. "I will have you gelded and set you to plow, or perhaps sell you, but the mare will be bred. If not by you, than by one of the other stallions. You're my best bet for a unicorn foal, but I'm willing to adjust, and perhaps one of the studs will give me that foal. I'm sure they'd be thrilled to have such a mare... Samson has certainly never forgotten you..."
Archer shuddered his skin at the mention of that name, the heat rising beneath his fur in remembered humiliation for how he had been abused and what he had been put through. It made him shudder in disgust, automatically fighting the yank of the lead with his front legs splayed. He tried to throw his head up high enough to get the hand to release his halter, but his head was forced back down again, dropping down so that his neck arched and the rope was looped up and over the sensitive bridge of his muzzle. It pulled down tightly, pinching the soft skin of his upper lip and nose roughly so he let out a protesting noise and was forced to relent his struggle. He stepped forward to ease the pressure, hating himself for it, but he had no other choice but than to be forced forward step by step through the hold.
Every time he jerked back to pinch to his nose made him relent, like a common horse he was forced to obey, no magic involved. It was the most demeaning part of how he was controlled, as if the man were saying he wasn't worth the expenditure that magic would have required to get him to behave. He was led from the barn, down the familiar stone hall and out the back doors. He was barely to the doors when he could scent her, that pervading aroma that had haunted him and made him throw his head up. He hated that his body wanted it, reacted to it, and he suffered several sharp twisting pulls of the lead as he struggled to flee back to the barn. He tried to stop his own body's reactions, the slow weight of his glans pushing from his sheath while he pinned his ears flat.
Yew was waiting just around the corner of the barn, forced into a narrow gate with hobbles affixed to her hind legs, the rope already stretched taut so there was little hope she could even manage a subdued kick. Her bridle was tied down tight to the gate in front of her, her chin nearly pushed up against the bottom of it, though she still managed to cant her head to look at him with white rimmed eyes. He only glanced at her forebody, his eyes were dragged backwards unwillingly to where her tail was hitched up and tied off to one side, craned all the way up so that her silky pink folds were visible. He didn't want to look, he wanted to avert her eyes from her shame, but they were locked on the puffy outer lips, the flexing that pulsed them and flashed them open to reveal the plump swell of her clit. All this and more he watched, his hide quivering while he was allowed to come to a stop.
He was dropping, he felt the weight of his glans dragging out his girth as it lowered towards the ground in reaction to her scent. His upper lip quivered, peeling backwards to suck in the arousing scent that spoke of a ripe and ready womb. He'd never had a mare, never even been so near one in heat, and he found himself struggling to maintain his dignity as the weight of his shaft swayed back and forth beneath his belly. His legs trembled before he stepped backwards, throwing his head up in alarm as Biro tried to yank his head back downwards again.
"I will make a deal," Archer's head was lowered as the mage spoke. "Only approach her, tease her, and I will allow you to keep your pride and your stallionhood. Surely that is not dishonoring her."
The smile on the man's face made Archer flatten his ears, he wanted to step back and refuse. It would be a point of honor for him, hornless though he was, he would not dishonor himself so far, but the threat was not an idle one. To be gelded, to be treated in such a debase manner, sent fear through him while he continued to watch those flexing folds. He would not dishonor her, he would only go so far as to approach her before backing off. He would not be the one to rape her for the sake of putting a foal in her belly. He clung to his ideals before turning his eyes to his captor and giving a stiff nod.
"I knew you would see sense," A tug on the lead and he stepped forward woodenly, hearing a muffled protest coming from the bridled unicorn.
It was for the best, surely she must understand that he wouldn't push any further than a few sniffs and maybe a nip. As he approached, the scent of her grew sharper and stronger, his plumping shaft started to sway back and forth beneath his silver furred belly. It stiffened as he was led towards her hind quarters and her forcibly hiked tail, his upper lip peeling back again as he lowered his head and drew in a deeper breath. He felt almost giddy at the scent of her, it wasn't a faint lingering scent at all, and the sight of her folds winking made it all too easy to drop his head down to nearly brush his nose against her. The tip of his glans spilled out a thick dribble of precum towards the ground as he blew out a hot breath against her inner thighs, the upper bridge of his nose dipped down and caressed against her inner thigh as he trailed his lips behind her hind leg.
Her skin quivered in reaction, her hips tensing before she squealed out and tried to kick back at him, her legs barely lifting up, but he jerked his head up high anyway. She smelled so good, his shaft flexed beneath him as he lowered his nose down again and this time bumped right up beneath her tail. He brushed his soft thick lips up against her winking folds, feeling the wetness coating the pad of his nose as he dragged in a deep draw of her scent. Her squeal faded into the background as he pushed his tongue out and pushed between her folds in a wet stroking curl. The taste of her was sweet and full, spreading over his senses and making him feel almost drugged as he pushed his tongue back down again, eagerly trying the flavors out.
His cock slapped up with a wet noise against his belly, splattering his precum onto his fur while Yew let out an angry squeal, her body shifting and hooves thudding beneath her as she tried to step forward. His breath came out swiftly, hot and eager to enjoy her scent as the wetness clung to his upper lip before lifting his head up. He'd never been near a mare like this, never tasted one on his tongue, never imagined the sight of heat swollen folds winking for him. His shaft jutted forward, stiffening before drooping back down, dragged down by the sheer weight of his tip. His captor didn't try to force his head back as he pranced backwards restlessly, his entire body trembling with the effort. He wouldn't do this, a thin slice of his sanity clung to him as he tried to get away from her, he'd fulfilled his end of the bargain.
A deeper whicker reached his ears, the heavier thud of hoof beats and Archer twisted his head around to see another stallion. The light grey stud pranced forward, tugging at his lead while his dumb flat eyes were focused on the bound mare. Focused on Asher's mare! The former unicorn stallion let out a challenging scream to the other male, his mind losing focus on what he had been doing at the very sight of another stallion dropping and sniffing around HIS mare. That this stud would want to breed the mare that was rightfully his! The silver stallion's hips flexed as the mare let out a garbled noise, as if she were trying to speak. It didn't matter, this mare was his, his by rights! He let out another scream and lunged forward, haunches tensing up as he crowded the bound hindquarters and heard her startled squeal.
Archer wasn't thinking of anything except the need to claim her before the other stallion as he hooked his forelegs up on either side of her quivering haunches. His belly pushed up and over while he strained his head out and caught the ridge of her neck with his blunt teeth. Her short abortive bucks barely stirred him, his cock swung up hard and stiff beneath him as he desperately lunged forward and jabbed right against the curve of her inner hind legs. The slimy precum smeared out and coated along her, pushing up and hitting against the base of her tail while he pranced eagerly in place. Not even the humans broke through his wild need as he arched his back and jabbed between her haunches, slipping beneath her belly before drawing back to lunge forward again.
It wasn't until a hand caught just behind his thickened cock tip that he was guided towards those plush winking folds, her wetness kissing against glans was like heaven. With a groan Archer tensed his haunches and drove them forward, forcing her slickened folds open around his cock tip as he walked forward and drove himself inwards inch by steady inch. The hot silken walls clamped down around him, contracting almost painfully tight as he heard her squeal out. He only dug his teeth in harder to keep himself in place as the next thick goopy spill of precum spilled into her vulnerable body, being pushed inwards as his medial ring plunged into her with a slick popping noise and he gave a short rough buck forward, his hind legs briefly leaving the ground.
Yew crashed against the barrier of the gate, struggling to hold up his weight as he drove himself in all the way up to his sheath, feeling her wetness oozing out around him. Her walls contract eagerly, pulling and suckling as he drew backwards to the point that his medial ring slipped free before driving forward again. Her scent, the sounds of her short squeals and grunts, the knowledge that he'd denied the other stallion the right all mingled together in his crazed mind. It was like nothing else he'd ever felt, his cock tip stroked through her, caressing the swollen passage each time he drew back before he lunged forward again and snapped his tail up higher in the air. His hot breath hit against her neck, his saliva staining her gold coat as he drew backwards yet again, nearly pulling all the way free as her slickness clung to him in slippery strands.
He worked only on instinct, the heat of her, his forelegs clung on either side of her haunches and yanked them backwards as far as she possibly could. His precum spilled out copiously as he sped up his thrusts, barely letting a few inches pull out before leaping forward to hilt within her tight confines. The pulsing squeezes rippled around him, making his haunches shudder as he gave harder bucks forward. He could hear the ropes creaking, the wood straining to hold her body as the mare let out a ragged noise, her body shaking under him. He tucked his hooves up, scraping them against her belly while her walls contracted tighter around him, making it harder for him to hilt within her. His cock bowed as he put all of his weight into it, Asher's tail flagging up as his orbs hit hard between her haunches.
He felt moment of alarm, his mind coming to life as his cock spread open wider and wider so that his urethra jutted out and pushed up roughly against the barrier of her cervix. The opening of his cock meshed with the passage of her cervix while her walls began to milk around him, pulling tightly making it impossible to get his body to obey pulling back. Nothing mattered but that need, the knowledge of the fertile mare beneath him. His balls pulled up tight before the first throb ran along the length of his spire, ending with the first sperm rich splatter of his cum hit hard against the spongy barrier. Rope after warm rope flooded her, forcing upwards and spreading along the opening while his tail twitched up and down in time with his orgasm.
Archer released her neck with a groan, his haunches quivering in place while millions of sperm pushed through towards her womb. They spread towards her vulnerable ova, and he couldn't make himself feel alarm in that moment. All he felt was a rush of triumph as bred her, forcing her to soon swell with his offspring. This was his mare, and no stallion would have her, but him!!
"Shhhtap... phleashe..." Yew's broken words came around the bit, slurred, but it was a slap of cold water to the young stallion's triumph as the first ooze of his cum escaped around his softening shaft. Already his seed turned thicker, the gel smearing over her cervix to seal his cum within her.
_What have I done?! How could I?! _ Asher stared down at the violated mare in mounting horror, finally realizing just what he'd done.