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The crack of the whip echoed around the ring, so loud that it nearly blocked out the short squeal of the colt that tried to dart away from the man holding it. The long gangly legs were nearly tangled together as the youngster pinned his ears and showed the whites of his eyes before there was another loud CRACK and the hip hit his haunches. His sides were marked with livid welts from where the whip had already hit him, his hide quivering with sweat while the youngster turned his head towards his tormentor, snorting out a quivering breath before the man advanced on him again. The trainer was a short man, with hard features that were just starting to show a few wrinkles along the edges of his eyes and lips from his age. Justus had been working with horses from the time he was young, thrown into the work at the small race track that had cropped up just outside of a small town that was just large enough to bring in money to the owner. He'd been sold, oh his family had told him he was being apprenticed out, but he was being sold there was no other way about it.

He had started as a jockey due to his small size, but as he grew older he had done so much more around the stables. He had never wanted the damned job, he had had dreams of something more, of going to one of the bigger cities, New York or even San Francisco, some town where he could make money hand over fist and not be forced to deal with the stubborn creatures that took up his life. Every day was the same, ever since he'd hurt his leg in a race he had been put in charge of dealing with the yearlings. The high bred creatures that had not an ounce of sense and were mean right down to the core. He couldn't count the number of times that he'd been bitten, the amount of times that he'd been kicked, such as his current charge. The dark black colt had his ears back and bared his teeth as he lashed his tail back and forth, refusing to come away from the fence post.

"Damn you," Justus swore and gathered up his whip, coiling the excess in his hand. "Come here! I'm not done with you!"

The colt gave him another look and shivered his skin before launching away from the fence and went tearing across from him. The hind hooves kicked out wildly, almost cracking him as the form bolted away to the other end of the corral. Justus followed close behind, he wasn't going to leave today until he finally had a saddle on the brutes back. Nearly two years ago he had finally understood how to make money in this game, even at the tail end of the Depression, it was in getting the colts broken quickly and thoroughly. A man might think highly of a high bred stallion or filly that challenged them, but they didn't need to have such spirit to win a race. They needed obedience, they needed to not question their rider, to not startle or bolt. He had learned how to break them young, a hard regime of whip and force, removing the kindness from their lives until they accepted bit and saddle.

He was able to break them quickly, within two weeks or less he could have them to the point that a man could ride them and race them. He could sell them for less cost, and that meant more money for his employer. The broken down tracks that these horses raced on weren't going to look askance of their horses, they didn't care, it was a way to suck in some money from what was recovering after the depression. They'd bought fourteen mares in the last year, another seven were coming up, all sold out of horses that weren't good enough for the big time races. They had good bloodlines, but they were sway backed or splay legged, they were unsound or too short, they were any number of things that made them cheap to buy. They were bred yearly, the colt he was training already had a mother about to drop her next foal, and as soon as she dropped she'd be put to the stallions again. It was a good plan for all of them, they had a constant stream of money being brought in, he was even allowed to have profit sharing which filled his pockets at the end of the day.

"COME ON! GET UP THERE!" He snapped out at the colt and cracked the whip, sending the youngster bolting again, his ears pinned back down. "Come on now!! Let's keep movin'! Come on!"

"Here now, what do you think you're doing!?" A voice made him flick his eyes briefly to the fence where a grey haired gentleman was watching him. "That one needs a calm hand, boy, why not put that whip down and just talk to him nice and quiet like!"

"What he needs is a firm hand." Justus gave the man a glare, advancing on the youngster again, letting the whip crack again, but this time loud enough that the colt squealed and began to run in a circle. Sweat was already lathering his sides. "A little pain will get him over here and teach him right!"

"Not a cruel one." The old man gave him a look that he'd seen the wealthy give him more than once, an aloof expression on his face that bordered on disgust. "He's got high spirits, let him calm down, he should trust you."

"Mind your own business." Justus snapped out and glared at the man. "If you're looking for the track it's down the road a ways."

"I was looking for your... employer." The last word was almost delicately spoken, a hint of disgust in the man's tone.

"Out at the track." He snapped back, ignoring the look in the man's odd grey eyes. He had better things to attend too, he had seen men like that before, many times.

The wealthy occasionally came here looking for a potential winner, which was nothing new, they always hoped to find some diamond in the rough that they could spend little money on and win big. They always had the same chip on their shoulder, the same judgmental eyes. They could afford to take years with every single horse, they had trainers that had studied with the greats, but here in the trenches where they had to account for every plug penny, they had to make do. That wouldn't stop them from frowning at him, for giving snide little suggestions on how he could do it better. Let them sneer, he did what worked, that's all.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Reginald Forthare walked stiff legged away from the 'trainer' that was abusing the colt, outrage filling him as he felt the tick in his eye start to jerk and leap upwards despite the fact he tried to keep calm. He'd never seen someone behave with a horse like that, even the boy that delivered his coal was understanding of his pony. He had worked in the business for most of his life and he had never come across anyone behave in such a manner. None of horses had been hit with the whip as that creature was whipping his beast, they might get a tap, but never an all out hit. This place was nothing more than a mound of scum and filth that needed to be cleaned out. It had leapt up a few years back and it had only gotten worse from the seedy start of it.

After today his name would be attached to it, but he wasn't going to allow it to continue the reputation for torture and poor breeding. He had already bought one track up near Maine and had turned it about, now champions raced on it's soil and the stables were no longer breeding, but playing host to horses that were wealthier than most Americans. This sort of stable and track were the sort that were being eradicated slowly, they raced anything that entered, no matter the health or breeding. The stalls were filled with mares that had been overbred and it showed in the lines of their backs and the way they carried themselves and the patchiness of their coats. They were being poorly cared for and the way they were being bred was extremely telling.

"Sir?" His own trainer came up to him, trotting with a sheen of sweat along his forehead. "Are you sure you want this place? This is-"

"It is not beyond redemption, we will purchase it." He interrupted and turned his head to look at the young man, Barnaby was a good sort, eager to work and passionate with what he did, but the look on his handsome features was less than certain. "It's a scar that needs to be removed, we can fix it with enough time and effort."

"There are barely any horses here that could race, sir." The young man moved a hand up to push off his cap. "Best to pasture them."

"Perhaps, but there are many that are young still, I have seen how they breed their mares." He twitched his lip slightly and then gave his head a shake. "That colt down there in the ring, the one with the trainer."

Barnaby turned his head to look back at the round pen where the self styled trainer was cracking the whip again, the snap of it made the lad wince in sympathy. Reggie reached into his coat pocket and brushed the slender line of tubes that were tucked along his breast, his fingers dancing over one after another. The age of magic was ending, slowly, he had seen it in the rise of science and industry, but that didn't mean that all the magic had faded away. He had to be careful of how he spent his magic, but he could still call it up reserves of strength when he needed too. And he had never seen a person more deserving of it than the lad that was abusing the colt. His utter disdain of the animal, the hatred in his eyes...

"See that he gets this, won't you? His services will no longer be needed here." He smiled to his groom, lips curled up in a slight smile. Barnaby's eyes widened, an edge of white showing before his throat bobbed and he dipped his head nervously up and down.

"Yes sir!" He didn't ask what it was, he didn't have too. The vial that he pulled out was gleaming red and orange, roiling and twisting with flashes of yellow. No one deserved it more.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The stables were sliding closed one after another, the massive doors clanging as horses whickered nervously, Justus stood with his eyes narrowed and his cheeks flushed with impotent rage as he watched the steady rattle of carts and cars leaving. He balled his fists up and turned away, looking towards the hay barn that served as a home for the grooms and trainers. Most had already left, he was biding his time, he wasn't going to leave here empty handed. He was going to at least get his moneys worth out of this place. The old man had finally sold it, and the new owner, some uppity rich man, had fired damn near everyone. The culling had been swift and brutal, races called off, most of the blood stock confiscated and taken over by a new group of people that looked at him as if he were a bit of filth to be swept under the rug and nothing more. Let them look down at me, I knew exactly what I would do, I wouldn't leave here poor.

There were countless horses leaving, men were coming for their property that had been entered into the races, mares that were on loan were being gathered and foals that had been sold were being either bought off or hauled away. There was one fine young filly that he was going to take for himself, one that had long legs and a fine gait that showed every bit of promise that she would be worth her weight in gold one day. It would be weeks before they were able to figure out where they all were and by that time he would be gone. Let them fire him, he would have enough on the sale of that filly that he could make his way to where he wanted to be. He'd be away from the damned beasts once and for all, he could find work on the rail lines or perhaps the factories, something to be away from the stink and scent of them.

"Hard luck, mate." A voice stopped him as he started down the row, already planning on the best way to leave with the filly. "Sorry about losin' yer job, eh?"

"Huh?" Justus stopped as a young man carrying a saddle shrugged onto one arm gave him a pitying look. That look alone made him bristle. "What, you the replacement?"

"Yeah, I'm Barnaby." He man shrugged a little and looked down as if he were trying to be modest, but that just made Justus seethe even more. "Come now, no hard feelings. Here..."

The young man stopped and dug around in his coat pocket for a moment before pulling out a narrow silver container from his pocket and smiled. It was a flask, a common battered flask that he offered to him with a slightly apologetic grin.

"Go on, have a drink on me on account." He offered, rattling the container back and forth so that Justus allowed himself a tight smile. He wasn't one to pass up on a free drink, especially not when he was going to be toasting his victory.

"Well, civil of you." He growled out and reached to take it, tipping his head down a little bit and uncapped the top of it. "Hopefully you get as much pleasure here as I had." He offered in a cynical toast.

Justus took a swig down and the moment the liquid hit his tongue it burned him, searing along his senses and making it hard to work his throat to swallow it down with a gasp. It tasted foul, like sulfur, nearly melting his tongue as he gasped out and tears rose up in his eyes from the sting that continued to flare through his sinus'. He pushed the flask right back at the man, glaring at him, it was a trick, some foul trick to rub salt on his wounds of being fired. Barnaby took the flask, but didn't say anything as Justus pushed past him, feeling the uncomfortable heat and burn in his belly as he stormed towards the hay barn, trying to wipe the taste from his mouth as he did so. He had no idea what had been in the drink, likely some sort of peppery concoction as a crude joke.

As he stormed down past the hay barn he tried to ignore those he knew who were packing up and leaving, his attention was on the far field and the filly that he knew would be pastured out with the rest of them. As he walked, the ground lurched beneath him, a drunken feeling that made him stumble slightly as he felt his stomach turn uncomfortably. The heat was growing worse, a burning feeling that made it nearly impossible to concentrate on what was going on so he stumbled to a halt and swayed back and forth. He felt dizzy, ready to fall at any moment, his mind going light as he struggled to open his lips to call for help. That bastard! It had been poison, the new trainer had poisoned him! The thought made him shudder as he wheezed out, trying to call for help.

There's no helping you now, boy... A whisper spilled through his mind, hissing like water on fire. I'm already in you...

_ _

"Help..." He wheezed out, his words ragged and barely above a whisper as he lurched forward another step.

Help? Why would you need help? Oh such a lovely body you have... The voice hissed with pleasure and something stirred inside of him, uncurling and stretching unseen fingers through his body so that a shudder ran over his skin. Such potential... youth.... A fine body...yes.

_ _

"What..." He lurched forward enough that one finger caught the fence, his entire body shuddered, his stomach twisting sickly.

Oh don't worry, boy. _ The voice hissed in a low purr, vibrating through his very being and making his stomach ripple in a wave of sickness. What was going on? _I have no use for a body with two of us in it, let us find you something more... appropriate.

_ _

There was a sickening wave of nausea that made him nearly throw up and the world dropped out from beneath him. He couldn't move, couldn't think, nothing worked as his vision blurred and darkened around the edges. There was horrible pressure was building and building, growing worse by the moment, compacting him to the point that he couldn't stand it. It was inside of him, making the pressure in his head grow rapidly worse as he pressed his chest against the fence. Something was pushing him out and up, the world faded away as he was flung out and felt the world flare white around him. Justus didn't know where he was, what was happening, he only knew that he had been flung 'somewhere'.

With a jolt the feelings left him, with a rattling and shake that dropped him to the ground with a thud, his chin hit hard against the grass and my weight shifted to one side naturally. The world was wrong, sounds exploded in his ears, scents flared through his nostrils until he felt ill, everything was wrong. His body was wrong! He spread his eyes open slowly, only to snap them shut again as he looked out over a broad white snout, that was wrong! With a shudder he tried to lurch up onto his feet again, but it didn't work, his hands touched the ground and thudded roughly. He couldn't feel them, just a vague sense of pressure as he heaved himself up, his legs coming up under him, but that's when he figured out that something was horribly wrong.

Justus stood on all four legs, his... her head.... hung down towards her knees while every breath came out in short hard snorts, her nostrils flaring wide. She looked down over her white-grey muzzle, the view dizzying when she considered her large nose, something that never should have been there. But she knew the color of the fur, the sight of the muzzle, she knew the dark stockinged legs that were splayed out to either side of her body. Fortune's Ransom, the filly that he had been coming to grab, the one that had some promise to her that might be able to make him enough money to live on for quite some time. She felt as if she were about to fall down, her entire body swayed in place as she stared down her long legs all the way to her firm thick hooves. HOOVES! She swayed a bit more as she thought about trying to balance on them and she sprawled her legs out a bit wider.

"There we go, I really don't like sharing a body. I find that it becomes tedious arguing with voices in ones head." A familiar voice, all too familiar, drawled out with a soft slightly Arabic sounding accent. "Of course, this body has an occupant, but I'm sure you'll be able to keep them in the back of your mind for some time."

Justus lifted her head, pinning her ears back as the man that walked towards did so in her own body. He moved at a comfortable pace, graceful and with a slight sway to his hips as a smile teased the edges of his lips. Cold red eyes looked him over, not his own green, but dark crimson edged with yellow in a ring at the furthest point. She snorted and tried to step back as he approached, her head jerking up higher, but trying to step backwards only made her trip over her hooves. She splayed her hind legs out wider as the thing in her body continued to approach with that smug smile on his face. The faint scent of sulfur filled her nose and made her sneeze out roughly before he reached out to touch her head. She tried to jerk away, but his fingers only curled beneath her halter and drew her up short, yanking firmly enough that she stumbled towards him.

"Not bad, not bad at all." The hand that gripped the halter forced her head to one side and Justus let out an angry squeal, jerking backwards, stumbling as she did so. "Now, don't be so worked up. You weren't doing a thing with this body. All this potential, all this ability to make changes and you simply stayed here. Not terribly smart of you."

_What is going on?! _ Justus shuddered and flared her nostrils as the thing wearing her body moved around her, looking her over.

"OY! Hello!! You!" A familiar voice brought Justus' head higher up and then she pinned her ears back as the long limbed Barnaby came along the fence line, waving one hand above his head.

_HIM! _ Justus let out another angry sound, but not a human shout, an equine cry of rage as his replacement slipped between the fence posts and came jogging up.

"A bit of respect, boy." The thing wearing Justus' body drawled out, while one of his hands reached out to rest on her withers. "Your Master may have captured me, but that does not mean you are given license to speak to me casually."

"Amar, you are released on my Master's mercy, you are not to dwell here." Barnaby drew up short, still panting slightly as his eyes were focused on the creature. "I am to tell you that you would do well to use this body wisely and to not rouse his ire again."

"As if I would dwell here, boy." Amar continued to stroke Justus' shoulder lightly. "I will take my property and leave. Reginald does not need to fear me."

"My master does not fear you." The young man stiffened. "You were defeated by him and captured, your release is only at his mercy."

"Of course." Amar leaned forward slightly. "The mare is mine, though."

"That is.." Barnaby's eyes slipped towards Justus and gave an almost pitying look. "If the boy's soul is in her, than she is yours. You would do well to recall that the last soul you mistreated was your downfall, I would treat her with care. With kindness."

"Kindness..." Amar let out a low laugh. "My dear boy, she will be treated as a queen." The hand moved and Justus tried to yank back as the fingers closed on her halter. " After all, she has given me a start to my good fortune, I could do no less for her."

_What is going on?! _ Justus wailed into her own mind, she didn't understand anything, only that this creature, this being, had stolen her body! It wasn't possible, it wasn't fair!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Justus had no escape from her fate, no hope for her body, she didn't understand what had been done to her or how it had been done. Amar had led her from the place she had always called her home and work, and taken her on the road just as she had wanted to take the mare. Except, Amar was not strictly speaking human. She spent her nights tied outside of his tent, her legs hobbled just in case she figured out a way to escape the tie on her halter. During the day they were on the move, like so much of the country, she had no idea where the creature was taking her, only that he seemed to have a goal in mind. In the afternoons he gambled, wiling away the hours betting what little pocket money she had possessed and steadily began to amass a small fortune to himself.

The shock of seeing someone else wearing her body was only made worse by the fact he wore it well. He was always clean shaven and took pains with his appearance, even sleeping in a tent in the woods he wore fine white shirts and dapper hats that made him seem wealthy. His expressions were all wrong for her body, his voice tinged with an accent until she barely recognized it. She found out what he was, at least, she thought she did. He wasn't human, he had never started in a body, but stole them to further his own power. Little hints of what he said made her understand, though there was little enough she could do about it. He had been captured once upon a time, but the magician who had captured him had released the potion to Justus.

Why? The simplest reason in the world, because the man had seen her training the colt, had dubbed her cruel and wicked and deserving of punishment. She couldn't even argue on her behalf. She was robbed of words, allowed only to behave like a horse, munching grain and hay, forced to relieve herself in public. No one did more than give her annoyed glances when she squealed and kicked up a fuss. She was forced to watch, unable to speak, unable to get the world to see that she was anything more than a thoroughbred mare. No one gave her more than a few admiring glances for being good horseflesh. The only one that ever spoke with her was Amar, and then it was to taunt her.

"You see? You spent your time making play dreams, you didn't dream large enough."

"Look at this, more money than you have ever earned, yes? Perhaps you have become worthy of your name Fortune, you will bring me one eventually."

"Eat well, don't worry, I will feed you like an Arabian queen. You must eat well and grow strong, I cannot do this without you."

That was the theme to what he said, that she was important to his plans, but how she did not know. He treated her well, cleaning and grooming her every day, feeding her a goodly amount of the finest grain and hay he could find in the outskirts of the city. She didn't know why, she only had to tolerate as day by day he worked to gambol and win more money. She didn't know how he did it, only that he always walked away richer, mocking her for all her wasted years and talents. All the way until the day he had managed to get enough money put away to purchase what he had been aiming at. It was a small beaten down old farm that had gone under around the time that the economy had. Whoever had owned it had never come back, the house worn and partially broken down, the barn was barely a lean to, but he had bought it outright with money he had earned gamboling and gaming.

It was there that she was locked into a make shift stall, and she found out first hand that the creature actually possessed magic. In a single day and a night he wove it, it reeked like sulfur and rotten flesh, but where he touched the boards began to realign themselves and lose the wear and ages. Where he caressed rust fell off hinges and nails. He moved through the small property while she watched him, tied off to her stall, and he created it in his own image. The homely house that had a falling in roof was remade into something more curved and exotic looking, the windows became edged in scroll work and the doors framed with twisting ivy. The colors were bold, red and gold, gaudy looking to her eye, but no one asked her about the matter. And the stable, the stable was given similar treatment as Amar walked through it.

Her stall was remade from a shoddy poorly designed bit of space, the sort that any sort plow horse would call home, but with a touch the man transformed it. She watched her body as the creature caressed the wood and remade the barn in the same image the house. Grand, and strange looking, the stall became solid with a heavy door boasting large brass locks, the sides high up in the air so that there was little hope she could escape or even reach over to get at the locks. More stalls were added as the barn seemed to grow larger and grander, and also colder in many ways. The homey edge was taken away, and replaced with something that was almost gaudy to Justus' eye and she glared at the man who created it all. Watching him adjust his shirt neatly, she lifted a hoof and slammed it against the door, scraping her hoof down the polished exterior.

"Are we feeling angry today, my dear?" The man tilted his head back and twitched his lips. "Perhaps you feel as if you are being neglected."

_I want my body back! _ She pinned her ears back and curled her teeth back, only to see him shake his head back and forth.

"Do not worry, tomorrow you are going to find out why I have kept you. I could have sold you for the money, but you are the key to my real success." Amar walked over to her stall, looking her over. "I can only change so much, this house won't stay changed, it will take magic to uphold, money will give me the changes I wish. So rest well, O Fortune's Ransom, tomorrow you will meet the future of our great empire."

Justus was left glaring at the man, trembling with rage before she turned around and kicked out with both of her hind legs. She hit the door roughly, squealing angrily as she tried to hammer in the wood with each strike. She wanted her body back, she wanted no part of his creatures empire, she did not deserve this! She had never done anything to deserve this fate!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Dawn came, and with it came two men that Justus had never seen before. Young, large lads that looked as if they were practiced farmers of some sort or another. The sight of them made her set her ears back as they walked into the barn carrying leather straps over their shoulders and what looked like harnesses, and a whip. The moment they entered she retreated to the back of her stall, ears pinned back and her lips curled back to show her teeth. They were loud and laughing with one another, bringing with them the scent of sulfur that she had come to attribute with Amar.

"Come along now, lassie." One of the men, a darker one with tanned features threw the straps of a harness over the stall door. "let's not be fussin' now."

Justus kicked the stall wall behind her and kept her ears pinned down flat as the man swung the door open and the other one stepped forward neatly. In his hands was a bridle, a wicked looking thing with two bits attached to it that made her tuck her chin down closer to her chest. She pranced in place, for once not caring to be careful where she placed her hooves in the straw, she snapped her teeth several times, but the paler man kept advancing towards her, bringing with him the scent of magic and Amar. She tried to dodge around him as he came in close, but with one hand he reached out and caught the sensitive upper lip of her muzzle, pinching and twisting roughly so that she turned her head to the side with an awkward cry of pain.

"Here now, let's not be havin' that." The man forced her head downwards with that grip. "It's a big day for you, lass."

_ I don't want to have a big day! _ Justus struggled with the hold on her muzzle, but any movement earned her a brutal twist that brought tears to her eyes.

She was forced to hold still, shuddering and pawing at the ground as the leather bridle slipped down his arm and was pulled up and over her head. The leather straps slipped behind her ears and the band ran along the ridge of her nose, while the groom used the grip on her lips to force it backwards so that the bit clattered right against her teeth. She let out a short angry noise, only to have the grip twist again, painfully enough that she spread her jaws and cold metal slipped over her tongue and into her mouth. It tasted foul as it slipped into the gap between her teeth, pinning her tongue down flat while she threw her head back and forth wildly. Her nostrils flared open and she tried to turn about, snorting angrily as she tried her best to throw the bridle off, dropping her head down while the hands clung to her, working the straps into place.

"Get the harness on her, I've got her head." The man grunted as Justus threw her head back up, pinning her ears back, only to have to reins pulled brutally hard and making the bit catch against her teeth.

The other man came into the stall, not caring about her protests in the least bit as he moved around her and threw a bundle of leather straps up and over her back. Rings, so many metal rings were in place that she could barely count them all, but she could feel their cold touch against her body. She tried to kick out, but the man seemed to know when she was shifting her weight and which way to dodge. Her angry sounds were lost as her head was pushed upwards and she was forced to hold it up high as the bands were wrapped around her. A thick heavy one went right around her neck and shoulders before a strap ran down between her forelegs and down her chest. More bands connected along her belly, too many bands, it wasn't like any sort of harness she had never known. Other parts crisscrossed over her hind legs, right along the upper portion in a strange pattern that made no sense if they wanted her to pull something.

The final insult came when her tail was grabbed. Justus let out a wild angry squeal and kicked backwards with both hooves, but it didn't do any good. The man forced her tail up and through the crupper before it was tightened. Her tail was forcibly raised inch by slow inch, pulling it back until it was curved right along her haunches, held at a painful angle that let the long hairs fall down to one side naturally. She twisted her head back, fighting the reins as she snapped at the darker groom, her ears burning in fury and humiliation at the way she was being handled. The O rings rattled and jangled along her sides, bumping this way and that as she swung around and away from both of them. Only the hold on the reins keeping her still.

"Come along, Fortune, let's go. You have a date.." The light haired one tugged the reins harder, turning them so the double bit pinched her tongue and lips, making her startle forward, a bit of froth forming at the corners of her mouth. "You don't wish to be late for him do you?"

_Him?! Him WHO?! _

She was led from her stall and through the changed barn, but she didn't realize how changed it was until she came to an area that was wide open, almost like a small work out ring. Except, this was never meant to train horses beneath saddle or jumping, it was wide open with a set of stocks with leather bound restraints that weren't made for a human. It was set up like a massive sideways H with a longer bar running in the middle. Above it, was a large hanging leather bar that was as thick around as a fence post, it looked padded, but that was no consolation to her. Chains and leather straps were lying on the stocks, so many clips that they baffled her, but it was all to easy to realize what they were for when she considered the many rings on her harness.

No matter how much she bucked and twisted, kicked and squealed they dragged her towards the stocks as if this were already fated. Her hooves skidded along the ground slightly as she let out hoarse angry noises, nearly falling to her knees as her hooves tripped over the stocks as she came close. Her forelegs were the first ones to be snapped into place, the broad braces were high enough to reach her knees and wrapped around firmly so that she couldn't even stir them forward, any attempt just threatened to send her down to her knees. Her reins were pulled down tight as well, making her drop her head down nearly to her hooves as the reins were tied off at the middle bar on the stocks. She tried to jerk upwards, but only got half an inch before she came to a stop, rolling her eyes back as one of the stable hands gripped her hind leg and forced it up into a similar set of restraints.

Her hind legs weren't just strapped in like her forelegs, they were splayed open, forced to either side so that her hips ached and latched into place so she couldn't stir them. That was the point, her panic rose, cresting up until she felt nearly sick as the laces were tightened and her haunches were given a firm pat, smacking her lightly so that her hips quivered. The straps were next and the chains, attached to the many rings that were clipped to the harness, though they hardly needed them. There was no way that she could escape even if she wanted too, she was rooted in place, shaking and shivering her skin as if she could possibly shake off the harness itself. Her nostrils flared wide, puffing and sucking in each and every breath nervously, her ears spread to either side, nearly pinning them back all the way.

"I'm afraid that I can't risk you hurting yourself, maiden mares are so difficult their first time." Amar's voice came out in a warm amused purr that brought her head up as far as it would go. "Here, rub this on her."

She saw the creature wearing her body, but her eyes, for once, moved away from him to the creature that he had beside him. Something was tossed towards the grooms, but she was gaping at the hell born beast that snorted with a crackle of fire along the edges of his nostrils. Calling the thing a horse was like calling a dragon a lizard. There was barely enough comparison. It stood towering higher than any thoroughbred, more like an obscenely large draft horse, colored in black with flame red points that ran along the large legs and towards the feathering. The red shifted and glowed, now red, now orange, now somewhere in between, while the onyx hooves seemed to be made of pure obsidian, glassy looking and strange. Horns rose along the line of the muzzle, jutting up and following a pattern up and down the line of the creature's neck, dark black just like the hooves as it made a parody of a mane that Justus had never imagined before.

The eyes were pupil-less, they glowed a sickly green color while it twitched a thick heavy muzzle, nostrils flaring before curling the upper lip to show white fangs where flat teeth should have been. As it moved the ground seemed to quiver while Justus lunged back, squealing in terror of the creature. Nightmare or demon she had no idea, she only knew she had to escape. She barely was able to protest her tail being gathered up, she only froze when something hot poured between her legs, curling down and spilling along her folds, running in rivulets between her haunches and towards her knees. It hurt! It was liquid fire pouring over her vulnerable vulva and she shrieked out in reaction, nearly falling forward with a creak of leather. The groom didn't hesitate, a hand moved up and pushed against a feminine sex that she had done her damnedest to deny, but now she felt fingers curling inwards, forcing in deeper and spreading her open.

She bucked, or at least she tried to buck, turning and twisting as the fingers pushed forward, parting her folds open and forcing the burning liquid into her body. Her ears twitched flat back, shuddering while she felt her silken walls being spread steadily open, widening and stretching painfully as she let out shrill noises. The fingers easily sank into her, but the knuckles caught along her outer lips and required more force. Her stomach began to turn while the demonic stallion snorted out hotly and pawed the ground with one massive hoof, the line of spines along his neck clattering together as he did so. Baleful fire watched her, the upper lip curling as the heat and fire worked its way inwards, her attention drawn between the humiliation of the groom sinking his hand into her body and the terror of what this was all four.

Stupid... so stupid... The whites of her eyes flashed as she looked along the line of the beast, the heavy barrel, the powerful haunches, the leathery cavernous sheath that was stirring.

The hand began to force it's way deeper and where the liquid touched her body began to swell in response, plumping and growing more tender as the finger tips caressed her and worked the liquid this way and that. It was almost pleasurable, or at least it would have been if she hadn't been shaking in terror at watching the stallion react. A dark red shaft began to push out of the sheath, blunt and swollen looking it drooped down towards the ground, swaying back and forth with the creature's movements. There was a flash of something glowing orange yellow before it grew, a thick drop splattering towards the ground as the flesh emerged inch by too large inch.

"I had to have a proper sire for my future." Amar patted the stallion's shoulder almost companionably. "You are going to give birth to the fastest race horse in the world, Fortune. Just wait and see. Your colt, and your future offspring will be the start of my empire."

_NO! _ Justus tried to kick, shuddering while the hand pushed in deeper and her entire body seized up as something was triggered.

Her folds flexed in reaction, winking and pulsing around the hand as the stallion let out a sudden rumble and curled his upper lip back all the way. Inch after impossible inch of dark red flesh spilled out beneath him, swinging so heavily that it nearly brushed the ground as it formed an arch beneath the heavy frame. With a rumble the beast stepped forward, the obsidian hooves clicking sharply as she felt the hand pulling from her body. And, horrifically, as the hand stroked she felt a shudder of unwilling pleasure as her body reacted to that gentle caress. A light touch that seized her up briefly and made her flag her tail up all the higher. Amar watched her, amused, enjoying his game, as the beast that stepped towards her twisted his upper lips back higher and sucked in a deep shuddering breath that belled out his chest. Glowing fiery looking precum spilled from his tip, thick viscous strands of the stuff left a trail as he walked around her, snuffling her with bursts of hot air.

She flinched away from him, her breathing coming in rapid pants as he nipped sharply at her shoulder and made her twitch. She couldn't even move to one side as he snuffled along her, towering a full five hands taller than she was, too large too horribly large! He could have walked over her! She heard the grooms walking, or rather scrambling, back as the teeth nipped right at the dock of her tail and she sucked down a breath. A breath flooded with the harsh scent of the stallion clinging on the air, rank in her nostrils as she tried to fling her head back and forth to escape it. His hot breath pushed beneath her tail, billowing along her vulnerable swollen folds, panting against them while she tried her best to tuck her tail down against the crupper.

There was a vulgar slapping sound form beside her, she heard it, her heart lurched as she realized that he had flexed his cock up at the scent of her. His large muzzle jabbed lewdly at her haunches before a too hot tongue pushed out and scraped along her swollen folds, making them flutter and wink, flashing out her clit for him as she did so. Justus squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will away this nightmare, both the creature and her life, only to hear the hooves prancing behind her, the heavy thud of them clattering this way and that as he snorted out and swung behind her. He was too large! He would tear her apart, break her, ruin her body as if it were a play thing to be flung away. When she opened her eyes she found herself staring at Amar, her features, etched into amusement and anticipation both, eager to see what would come of the beast having her. In that moment, she had never hated a face more than that of Amar's, no matter how familiar.

The chains above her rattled, shaking before something heavy draped right along her loins, the cock slapping down as the massive stallion hooked his forelegs over the suspended bar to support him, but she could feel the heat of him along her back. The shaft draped over her, something feverishly hot oozed out along her spine making her struggle to buck, squealing out with fear. The grooms were talking, and it didn't matter, all that mattered was getting the beast OFF her. She rolled her eyes, terror mounting as suddenly the cock was pulled from her, the tip dragging along her haunches and the loose edges of her tail were pulled all the way to one side. A hundred times she had watched stallions covering mares, she had even helped, but now it only gave her a new reason to fear as the groom dragged the blood red shaft down and pushed it right up against her glistening winking folds.

The demonic stallion snorted out hotly and jammed his cock forward, hitting hard against her soft vulnerable folds so she cried out raggedly, her eyes rolling back. He forced her plump lips in on themselves, pushing roughly and grinding so that her folds began to splay open wider and wider. She couldn't escape, her legs remained locked in place as the sheer muscles of his haunches wedged the too large shaft into her body. Hot thick precum was spilled into her body, nearly as hot as the fluid that had been poured onto her had been and lubricated her as his shaft popped inwards and began to sink forward. The chains above her groaned as the stallion grunted and her walls clamped down, trying desperately to stop him as she cried out. Too much, it was too much, she was being torn in two as he wedged himself forward inch by slow inch.

Hot thick rivulets of his precum were spilling into her, her own wetness was forced out by the sheer girth of him while he continued forward. The next thrust lunged forward and she felt his hooves brush her back even from the support of the bar. He drove himself in, sinking steadily as the thick ridge of the medial ring suddenly popped against her folds and drove into her body. The tip crammed up roughly right against the barrier of her cervix, her stomach cramping in protest as he rumbled and she felt his hot breath against her ears. He smeared his precum there, marking her, the hot foul scent of stallion was filling every breath she managed to take before he began to drag backwards. Tugging along her quivering passage, caressing through her while the tip pulled nearly all the way out of her too tight body. Her walls contracted and relaxed in reaction as she cried out, her breathing coming out harsh and shuddering.

She barely felt the fingers cup her cheeks, all she knew was the moment the stallion drove forward again in a brutal animalistic thrust. The grunt as he hit against her cervix was echoed with her weak squeal as he began to work himself into her, driving in deep before pulling backwards inch by inch, caressing over her swollen passage as her outer lips struggled to hold him. She was drawn into a lewd O, almost as if she were struggling to birth a foal instead of being bred by this demonic creature. The medial ring popped in and out of her lewdly, pulling some of the glowing precum from her body so it pooled between her haunches as she was forced forward. The only thing that kept her hind legs on the ground were the restraints, she had no other option but to try and brace herself.

She felt every vein on him, her eyes snapped open to find herself staring into her own face as she felt the stallion grinding and stroking himself harder and faster. The heavy sounds of him coming from above and the rattling of the chains as he continued to bottom out right against her cervix, spilling out thick glowing spills of precum to smear against the dilated opening before yanking backwards again. The medial ring didn't hurt, horribly, it combined a spike of pleasure with her torture, the burning ache of her flesh being stretched punctuated with the horror of feeling the medial ring plunging back into her with lewd popping noises. Her breathing came out in a wheeze, nostrils spreading open wide before the next thrust hit her and she felt the too thick shaft bowing within her passage as he tried to jam himself past the frustrating barrier of her womb.

"Don't worry, he won't break your body, Fortune." Amar murmured softly down at her as another thrust hit her, rattling through her and calling a squeal to her lips. "I don't want you broken and useless."

It didn't matter what the creature said, she felt as if she were being torn apart as the beast steadily began to thrust in shorter harder movements, his cock tip battering at her cervix mercilessly as she felt oozing wetness along her haunches. Blood, precum, her own wetness, all mingling together as he broke her in, she could feel her body tearing as the flesh began to engorge, growing larger and thicker, swelling wider to the point that she was nearly shrieking out her protests with each and every breath. She was never meant to take this much, she was never meant to have this happen, she strained forward as the cock still thickened, growing larger, the tip flaring open wide and plugging her open as he jammed forward with a groan. She tried to get away, tried to ease the pressure as the cock tip meshed up hard against her barrier and that narrow vulnerable opening.

The stallion shuddered above her as the shaft began to pulse, throbbing and thudding within her silken channel and his tip continued to grind and rub, pushing harder before the first rush of his sperm rich seed erupted from him. It was a pressured jet, nearly burning her as she shrieked out and tried to pull away from Amar's touch. She felt the heat of it being thrown into her body, flowing into her, forcing into her womb itself while she struggled to escape. The stallion just jabbed his hips forward harder, grinding and thrusting, working as her walls quivered and contracted, billions of his sperm rushing into her, racing and twisting, writhing and conquering every part of her vulnerable womb as she was pinned beneath his weight. Her legs trembling in exhaustion as she heard the stallion snort above her in satisfaction.

"There we are, my girl, that's not so hard is it?" Amar drawled out and patted her cheek. "Eventually we won't need to tie you up, a bit of pain will teach you what you are."

With a grunt the demonic stallion shifted and suddenly she felt a blast of heat along her back, flaring through her, over her, inside of her. She jerked her head up, straining against the double bit as the brutal violating cock inside of her disappeared. It didn't pull out, it simply disappeared and her walls clamped around nothing as the harsh scent of stallion musk and sulfur flooded the air and made her wrinkle her nose back in disgust. There was no sound of hooves, no hint of another horse in here except for herself, save the burning thick seed that pooled deep inside of her womb, drooling out of her torn aching folds. The sound of it dripped between her haunches as Amar stood up and gave her shoulder a light slap.

"My beautiful little brood mare..." He drawled out softly, the two strange grooms already coming to unhook her from the stocks.

Justus didn't have enough energy to snap or squeal, she dropped to her knees the moment she was away from the contraption, thudding to her stomach and side, sweating heavily. She couldn't walk, her legs wouldn't support her and no one moved to help her. It wasn't until she looked back, trying to see the damage that the demonic stallion had done that she saw her stomach starting to fill out and swell. The skin pulling taut as her womb began to fill, not simply from his cum, but starting to already show the first hint of a foal growing inside of her.

"Give her a week and she'll foal, we'll breed her again the week after. She deserves a break, after all." Amar's laughter was wicked and low as Justus watched his side spread out, not to full term, but enough to feel the change deep in her body. A week until she foaled?

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"Damn, he's beating the Belmont Stakes records at the moment." Edgar Smithwood laughed excitedly as he watched the colt streaking down the track. "He's only a two year old?"

"Only two." Amar smiled lazily and leaned beside him as the midnight black colt tore around again, his jockey hugging his back as if they were one creature.

"We'll accept him, he's already causing quite a stir." The man chewed the end of his cigar consideringly. "You say he's out of who now?"

"Fortune's Ransom, bit of a no name I picked up at a track I used to work at." Amar inclined his head towards the man. "Throws lovely foals though."

"And the sire?" The man continued to watch appreciatively.

Satan's Fortune was fast, already threatening Man O' Wars record and was likely to continue to do so as he was trained. He had run in local races, his speed letting him win by dozens of lengths at a time when the weather was right. He showed speed and endurance, a property one didn't often find in race horses, but one that was drawing in the fans. His glossy black coat and handsome features made him a favorite, his high spiritedness was envied as it was common to see him squealing and challenging any colt that came near him. The way he was running, he had made a fortune for his owner, and he had only just begun.

"Shaten Al-Atel. An Arabian racer, but one that has magnificent foals." Amar pulled away from the fence and turned about. "That's his dam over there, she's in foal by Al-Atel again, I have hopes for a filly from her. It would be nice to have a more secure line."

Justus refused to raise her head as she waddled through the grass in the pasture, her stomach already dropping with her foal as she came to the end of her pregnancy. Her teats were swollen and warm feeling, already waxing over as she came near to dropping. And still she tried to graze, ears back, eyes away from her master. It had taken four foals, but she no longer fought Shaten Al-Atel or her master, there was no use in fighting. They would beat her down, break her, make her give in. She was lovely, beautiful, and broken, like every horse she had ever trained.