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Against the Unicorns

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Cadoc groaned, leaning back in his prison cell. The heavy horse's nostrils fluttered with breath, though he barely bothered breathing heavily anymore. Even drag of air into his lungs seemed to be hard won, although Cadoc was not yet ready to give up. He was a rich bay, though his coat had become dulled during the course of his imprisonment, his hooves kicked out before him with thick feather falling around them.

Once, he had been proud and free – until the unicorn dictators had come. Anthros like Cadoc, well… They just hadn't been able to stand up to them, not with their magic, tangling with psychic powers that had left common horses in the dust.

They'd taken over, ruling with an iron fist. What they did was not all bad – yet the theft of the freedom of others, in fact, was not something that could ever be tolerated. It took what was intrinsic about equines, their want to move, to live in herds, to let the cycle of the day and season carry them forward…and laid it to waste.

That was why Cadoc had joined the resistance. Yet their rule was not the worst thing about the unicorns by far, but their ability concerning imprinting. It was most often seen with young animals, imprinting on their mothers, yet it was far more insidious when it came to unicorns.

From what the equine herds understood of it, when a unicorn impregnated or was impregnated by a non-unicorn of any species, they gained the ability to hijack the individual's paternal or maternal instincts. It could only happen with sexual intercourse and conception, but served to render the offspring and, by extension, themselves, the most important thing in the non-unicorn's life. It did not seem possible from unicorn to unicorn, though that was the kind of intelligence that was a little on the difficult side to glean.

The unicorns wanted him to imprint on one of them, though had tried to gain information from him about the resistance through less drastic means first. They escalated it, of course, and Cadoc had borne through it all. Even when the best seductresses had come to tempt him, coaxing his cock from his sheath.

But he had taken measures against that, even though Cadoc kept his lips pressed shut and refused to tell them just how he was able to resist the lure of orgasm. For they could slide their hands and mounts and even their pussies over his aching hard-on as much as they wanted: he would not reach orgasm while the drug was in his system. Paired with hypnosis, which could have been cruel if not for the situation he'd found himself in, that prevented ejaculated, Cadoc was at least sure he had covered all bases in ensuring it was impossible for him to impregnate a unicorn.

As if he would ever have wanted to mate with one of those anyway, he thought with a dim snort, eyelashes fluttering as he took in the sight of his dingy, grey cell once again. He had a thin blanket under him, his hands chained up to the wall on either side of his head, but nothing else was in there. Sometimes, they brought a bucket into which he could relieve himself, but tried to use even that as a bargaining tool to get him to give them his seed.

The equine sighed. He was older, in his forties, and would not give in that easily. He would not have stood up against them if there was any way they could have been kind and fair rulers, yet the unicorns had already shown their true colours in their greed for power.

Cadoc had seen too much, too many imprisoned, too many horrors. The unicorns, though sophisticated, were willing to go to barbaric lengths to get what they wanted. That wasn't the mark of any true leader he would ever follow.

After being imprisoned for so long, a little of his muscle having wasted after so long down there. The bars of his cell had a layer of dirt on them, though he seemed to be underground. That made sense, even if he would have liked to see a sliver of daylight again before the end came. There was no sense, surely, in the unicorns keeping him around if he was not going to give them information or his semen, yet Cadoc had known exactly what he was getting into. He'd known the risks and accepted them gladly.

He would not give in. He would not give them his seed.

Sirona, however, would not let him get away with that, oh no. When her subjects could not break him, even those with the most prowess in drawing information from an unwilling victim, she took matters into her own hands.

The unicorn leader, their empress, smiled as she walked slowly to his cell while he slept, seeing no bother or rush in it for her. Her short coat of hair clung to her form, not hiding any curve or muscle definition from sight in the slightest. A long, draping dress adorned her glowing, white form, a silvery horn rising from the centre of her forehead, lightly banded and ridged with a curve in its length. While the dress was tasteful, it crossed over her chest and left her stomach exposed, while a slit up the front came almost daringly high, showing off her long, white legs. Her mane and tail fell against the lean arch of her neck and lower body like spun gold: some unicorns had even had their manes dyed to match her, though no one could ever have come close to Sirona's splendour.

Yet there was something sharp in her eyes, which never seemed to be quite the same colour. They shifted shade, depending on the light – or that was, at least, the story Sirona told. They changed more with the feeling she was embodying at that time, affecting the energy and other anthros around her also.

Sirona was truly the best of the best. Yet it was telling indeed that she had to be the one to draw the stallion's seed from him.

“You will break," she breathed, her voice a whisper as she paced slowly down to his cell, the underground dungeon hewn from magic-suppressing rock, though it would not affect her powers in the slightest. “Just like all the others who have come before you. There is no threat to us… And you were a fool to ever think you could stand up against us, poor colt."

Standing before his cell, she smiled. He hung there, sitting on the ground with his back to the wall. It was a shame he'd had to be bound, but he did not submit easily, quite clearly. A strong stallion like that, even if he was a horse and not a unicorn, could have been quite useful to them in their quest for supremacy.

Her body, however, thrummed with heat, aching deeply between her legs. To ensure conception, she had taken a potion to induce heat in herself – and certainly felt the effects of it. Her body tingled and Sirona opened and closed her hand softly, letting her harder nails dig lightly into her palm, though only briefly. Her nails were a little harder than those of some other anthros in the world, although common equines like the stallion she was visiting had thicker nails that were almost hoof-like in how they presented themselves.

“Cadoc…" Sirona breathed, her tail snaking back and forth as she unlocked his cell, letting every moment tease through her. “You will break. But I am going to enjoy every moment."

In his sleep, Cadoc stirred, though Sirona didn't bother to close the cell behind her. It was not as if the stallion could escape anyway when she was there and her powers were easily such that she could have played a game of cat and mouse with him if she wanted. She could have let him go and chased him down – and maybe that would even have got his blood up and pumping too, swelling through his shaft.

Sirona, however, had already decided just what she wanted to do with the stallion and would carry it out. His nostrils flared in his sleep and he tipped towards her a little, clearly already affected by her body being in season. Her scent filled the cell and his shaft swelled.

Of course, Cadoc had not been allowed any clothes after he'd been stripped and Sirona ran her tongue between her lips, swiping from left to right, as she enjoyed the moment. There was nothing quite like that power.

There was something erotic to how his shaft swelled from his sheath, slowly filling out as it emerged. The skin, at first, was creased and wrinkled, though patiently smoothed out as more blood entered his cock, pumping his shaft up thick and full. The medial ring bulged, a nice, meaty ring, though the head of his cock was not flared yet.

It was the perfect example of an equine shaft, however, mostly grey in colour with a few pink flecks on the shaft behind the head. She would have enjoyed it for longer if she didn't have a task to complete there, as pleasurable as it would be for Sirona too.

Even if he was unwilling, it was not as if Cadoc would not feel pleasure too. And Sirona would take care of him for the rest of his days, living out his time as one of her claimed stallions, a member of her harem. There would be more use for the horse there than even Cadoc could ever have anticipated.

Patiently, she closed her hand around as much of his throbbing member as she could, although the stallion was so thick that her fingers could not encircle his entire girth.

“What a lovely size for me you are," she breathed. “But there'll be plenty more time still for me to enjoy you."

Sirona could not waste any more time, hungering for the information he'd have for her – and the claim she was due to lay upon him. Squatting over his cock, she flexed her hocks and sank on to his thick member as she pushed his shaft into her, the stallion having no say in the matter at all.

The unicorn, after all, already knew what he would have said. And his consent, or not, was not something she was at all concerned by.

Calling on her powers, a pink and purple mist surrounded the unicorn, weaving between her fingers as she squeezed around his cock. Magical energy fluttered on the edges of her mind and she grunted faintly, enjoying the thickness of his shaft inside her.

And then, Sirona entered his dreams.

In his dream, Cadoc blinked, although something didn't quite seem right there. He wasn't usually one to dream so clearly, yet the dream around him felt real.

For some reason, that time, he was back in his foalhood room, with all the old band posters on the wall. He didn't like those bands anymore, though he paused at a photo from the farm that brought back a warm flush of memories. That one was on his chest of drawers, propped up against the wall. It had never been framed and a light layer of dust coated it.

He took a breath, turning around.

Why am I here?

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Usually, a dream would draw him along with it and he didn't have to think too much about what he was doing. Yet he was able to move his hooves of his own accord there, traipsing from his room and poking his head into the outside hallway.

It looked the same, though he seemed smaller too, not as defined in his chest and arms when it came to muscle. Maybe he was back to being eighteen again?

“Hello?" Cadoc called out. “Is anyone there? Hello?"

He checked out his parents' room, although it was empty. There was a strange sense that no one lived there, even if everything looked the same. It just felt…desolate.

Cadoc gulped and tried downstairs, going into the big living room, even the office where his father had worked – that had been before the unicorns had advanced, seeking to take over their people. It brought back too many confusing, churning memories that roiled in the pit of his stomach for the horse, so he closed the door and made his way back upstairs.

Somehow, his bedroom there held the most detail to him. Sunshine shone through the window in shafts of light, a shadow from the half-drawn curtain falling across the carpet. There was even that worn patch on the side of the bed closest to the window where he got out of bed every morning. Hooves were hard on carpet – well, on most flooring.

The door closed behind him – but Cadoc was not the one who shut it. He whirled around, heart hammering, although he didn't recognise who stood there.

She was a unicorn, but there was something different about her. Her mane and tail, the hair dangling from the tip, were like gold and he'd never seen a unicorn like that before. She was wearing a long, flowing robe of a deep blue, tied at the front of her belly. It didn't hide much of her breasts, as it dipped between them in a V-shape, but it was clear there was something in the air too – something spicy and almost flowery, as if it was too heavily scented. Even in the dream, Cadoc's muzzle and nostrils wrinkled.

If he hadn't been under the influence of Sirona's powers, Cadoc would have realised that there was something wrong there. He understood that the unicorns had caused trouble, but the memories came as if they were shrouded in mist, dulled and muted.

He didn't link the unicorn before him to the unicorns he, vaguely, knew had caused trouble for his kind.

“Ah, Cadoc…" She breathed, advancing with one light step after the other, her cloven hooves not making a sound on the carpet. “I'm so glad you waited for me, sweetheart. Come here…"

She dropped her robe, catching him off-guard as it fell to the floor in a rustle of fabric. In that moment, her entire body was exposed to him, Cadoc's eyes running up her body from her long, fine legs to her pussy. There was something different about that, but his eyes kept going up higher, grazing her breasts and lingering on the arch of her neck. There was something about her neck that appealed to him, reminding him of another kind of mare, somewhere else.

Yet she crossed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, too quick to be natural. She kissed him – hard. There was no time for Cadoc to react, ears twitching, and he grunted, striving to step back away from her. He was clothed and she was not, although his attention seemed to be going to strange places in the moment, like he was being directed by another force to focus on certain things.

Without his mind really being in tune with what was going on, his eyes dropped to her chest – and the kiss was broken. He couldn't really tell just when her lips had left his, though he panted heavily through his nostrils, a wild sheen to his eyes.

“Ah… You…" Cadoc blushed and tried to stumble away, but he only managed to back into the bed. “I don't want… Wow, I mean…"

He didn't want the pale white unicorn before him, although he didn't honestly feel like he had much say in the matter either. The dream whipped out of his control as his eyes locked on to her large breasts and how they lightly pulled down under their own weight, forming a thick, teardrop shape. She tugged his head into her breasts and forced him to let their warmth soften into him, although Cadoc struggled and tried to push her away.

The unicorn, whose name he didn't know, was aggressive with him, however, dragging his shirt up over his head and moving things along quickly.

“You are lovely, so sweet," she murmured, eyes glinting. “And so pure. I can't wait to strip that from you."

“I… Please, I think you've got the wrong idea."

Cadoc tried to stop her, although there was nothing he could do. His muscles just didn't have the strength they should have had and he felt weak, heavy as he was shoved to sit down on the bed. The unicorn grabbed at his shorts, working them down along with his underwear, though she came quickly back up once his cock was freed.

“You shouldn't have hidden this from me," the unicorn hissed, tail lashing back and forth behind her. “I wanted your cock. It's your job as a stallion to give it to me."

Cadoc grunted, but she nibbled and nipped at his neck with her blunt teeth. He gasped, momentarily caught off-guard, and she took the chance to grope his cock. It seemed that wasn't enough as she dived on to it, her mouth open, and took his hardening shaft into her mouth.

“Mmmph!"

She groaned around him, having to open her mouth quite wide to get his dick in there. The longer muzzle shape of a unicorn or horse, however, was more than ready to suck a dick of Cadoc's size. So, that was not something either had to worry about.

It felt good, even if it was not quite what turned him on, like his arousal was manufactured from his body rather than his mind. Her lips pulled around the soft head of his cock as she coaxed him fully hard within her mouth, although Cadoc barely even knew what was going on there. It was not up to him to understand.

His cock throbbed, achingly hard and swollen. Yet there was no desire in the stallion to thrust, lost in the moment even where it was very much not one of his own design.

Was that it? Is this…not my dream?

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Cadoc blinked, but the unicorn broke from the head of his cock in a lewd, wet slurp, lips parted. Saliva glistened within her mouth, though there wasn't a drop of pre-cum in there. He just wasn't that turned on.

“You're going to love me," she said, a harder line showing in her jaw as if she was clenching her teeth, the silvery horn glowing faintly. “Oh, Cadoc… Why are you holding back from me so much? Why don't you want me as much as I want you?"

Cadoc didn't have an answer for her as she rubbed his cock on either side with both hands, pushing him so his back was flat on the bed while his legs dangled over the edge. The unicorn moved over him as if she had full control of the situation, straddling his hips and giving him a good view of her dripping pussy.

A dim part of the stallion understood she was in heat, that her need was great, but it was as if he was detached from it in the moment. He could smell it and yet it did not reach him that deeply. Where his body responded to it, nothing more than that came, for it simply was not needed.

However, there was little Cadoc could do as he grunted and she rode him, sinking on to his shaft as if they had had sex many times before. The wet slick of her pussy closed around him, rippling and pulling, and he moaned aloud.

That felt good…but not that good. He watched her, oddly detached from the situation at hand, one of his hooves faintly jigging in the air. It was just so strange to look up at her on top of him, even though Cadoc took some enjoyment from it.

The clench of her pussy around him was intoxicating and there was a part of him that wanted to thrust into her right then and there, even if she was not quite what he wanted to see. For the stallion, it was easier if he closed his eyes, his hands going to her hips, though he let the unicorn take the lead in riding his cock.

He didn't need to do anything there, no. She was in control and he grunted as another unicorn pressed in on either side of him. Their legs parted and his hands, which had been on the first unicorn's hips, slipped between their legs as they encouraged him to play with their bodies.

“Mmm, yes, please," they breathed lightly, although it was hard to tell which of them was talking, for they all looked alike – and beautiful. “Please, take us… We need you, Cadoc, please… Take us next."

His fingers slid into their hot, wet pussies, though Cadoc was not even all that sure of what he was doing. Things didn't seem to work there as they did normally for him, but he managed to get a couple of digits into each of their pussies, the heel of his hand dragging back over their thick, full clits too. They moaned, heads falling back and horns glowing, though the stallion didn't know if he was doing well there or not.

As another copy of the original unicorn appeared, sliding between his legs and down to his buttocks, he shuddered bodily. The unicorns surrounded him on all sides as they slowly built on his arousal, his tail flicking back and forth, the velvety dock exposed to the unicorn kneeling under him. It was as if nothing existed for Cadoc other than the unicorns and he couldn't do anything about it, nothing at all.

Maybe that was good, however, as his body warmed through, his hooves spreading apart a little more as the unicorn under him tongued his tail hole. That wasn't something he'd done for a long time, but it felt good, the pucker of his anal ring twitching and pulling. He tried to squeeze down, losing himself there a little, though the unicorns took care of him, even though he'd been reluctant to start. It was easier to slip into pleasure like that, after all, once it had got going.

The unicorns on top of him, who had his fingers in their pussies, leaned forward to nip and toy with his nipples. He nickered and bucked his hips, inadvertently thrusting up into the unicorn riding him, though Cadoc was not in control of his body.

He didn't have to be, not as pleasure overwhelmed him. Yet something, even then, held Cadoc back, something pulling in his core. What was happening to him? What was going on? There was no way for the stallion to know.

Sirona, on the other hand, faced more trouble than even she had expected from the stallion. He grunted under her and his cock pulsed inside her pussy, yet he was not even close to orgasm! She clenched her jaw, eyes hardening, sparks of gold magic shooting from her glittering, silver horn. How dare Cadoc hold back from her like that?

She slipped between the real world and the dream world, tightening her pussy around him as she used every ounce of power in her to please him and tease him.

“What do you like, Cadoc?" She crooned, tipping forward between two of her copies as he squirmed under her. “Tell me… I want to make you feel good, so very good. Anal? Mmm, or maybe you'd like a mare sitting on your face, the taste of her in your mouth…"

He grunted and shook his head. The copy of Sirona lapping his tail hole switched to sliding a finger into his rump, his tight ring clenching and pulling around her finger. She curled her finger up inside him, adding a second digit as she found his prostate. David shuddered and nickered, yet his cock still did not jet off a load of cum. Even though he was aroused, he didn't seem like he was getting any closer to climax at all.

Cadoc moaned. Why was she talking so much? That didn't make sense, not for a dream. Yet the pull of her pussy sliding along his cock gripped him and there was nothing else he could think of, not even as the other unicorns toyed with him. So many sensations all bundled up on top of one another, piling on as if they were demanding precedence, though it was as if the unicorn riding his cock was all he could feel, the only “real" thing there.

But it was a dream, just a dream. Cadoc grunted throatily and tried to thrust, his tail wiggling at the point of the dock under him. He wanted to flick his tail, but it was trapped by his rump – and then his attention was drawn to the unicorn lapping over his tail hole. How could that feel so good? It was wet and slick, her tongue even dipping into his plush pucker, as if she didn't mind the light musk of him in the slightest. There were so many sensitive nerve endings all bunched up at that point that he could barely contain himself, muscles tensing just to hold himself in place.

The unicorns tonguing and nipping at his nipples, however, were a spark in themselves. It was strange to see unicorns around him, all who looked the same, yet the smooth glide of their tongues was sharply contrasted by the blunt nip of their teeth. They played his body back and forth like an instrument and all he could do was nicker throatily, helpless under their touch. A cacophony of sensations, some contrasting and conflicted, dragged his attention back and forth roughly, like someone was running through different sex acts just to see what worked. But that wasn't possible, surely, no…

The stallion moaned, his eyelids fluttering, gaze catching the unicorn's. The main one, that was – the one he knew had started things off by riding his cock.

She had asked him a question and there was something in the intensity of her gaze that told him he had to answer her question, regardless of his wishes in the matter.

“Uh, don't need…" He trembled, his tail trying to swish. “No, don't need… Mmm… Anything…"

Cadoc could barely string words together into coherent sentences, but that didn't matter. It was strange, so very strange, yet his mind kept going to one thing that he wanted. No unicorn could give him that.

“So… Not that," she mused, leaning on to him, the weight of her hand prominent in the centre of his chest. “Hm… What could a lovely stud like you really want? Perhaps pegging… I can find a lovely strap-on to plough your rump with."

He grunted and blinked at her, shaking his head minutely. Sirona pressed on.

“Okay… What about if I got on all fours for you? That would be a lovely position for you to take in my butt…"

Cadoc grunted and something tensed within him. Sirona's eyes glittered.

“Ah, I'm close, aren't I?" She murmured. “Oh, poor stallion… Let me make you feel good, I want to please you so much. Don't you want to be good and cum for me?"

Cadoc didn't want to say, yet the words bubbled from his lips before he could stop them. As if they were sliding from him, water running through his hands, he spent them, forever unable to take them back.

“I… I like horses…quadrupeds…" He groaned, heat rushing to his cheeks and clawing its way down his neck. “The position would be nice…"

“Ah…" Sirona murmured, slowing the buck of her hips as she rode his thickness. “So, what was it that attracted you to your feral kin? Was there a special mare you engaged with?"

Cadoc whimpered, his throat twitching.

“Mmm…" It was hard not to feel good in that moment, her pussy sucking at his cock as her folds spread around him. “I visited my uncle's farm…and there were some farm hands taking seed from a stallion with…I think…an AI device."

The unicorn blinked, though the process didn't matter to her. Yet it was so crude, so very rough. Her kind would never have used such a thing.

“It…" He went on. “They used the collected semen to artificially inseminate a mare, without them needing to mate. My uncle wanted to breed them. She had a beautiful foal, he still has her."

Cadoc blushed heavily. He'd never talked to anyone about that before. It was one of his deepest fetishes and, honestly, not something he had ever expected to come up in his life again. If he'd been awake, however, Cadoc would have realised the scene itself had visited his dreams more times over than it had been in his fantasies. The stallion had never acted on the desire, not sure of how it would even have played out. Consent had always been of the utmost importance to him.

It was funny that, considering his needs there, that the stallion was trapped in a situation where his needs and consent were not even being taken into account at all.

And then something very strange happened. The room shimmered around him and he couldn't focus on anything, not as the dream moved.

In the next moment, he was not inside the unicorn mare at all but crouched in his hiding spot. He grunted and shook his head, staying as quiet as he could while the stable hands moved around the barn, knowing the layout of his uncle's farm better than Cadoc did.

It was dark in there, though not so dark at the tail end of the day that he could not see what was going on. The smells grounded him in the moment more than anything else right then and there, from the musty scent of the old barn itself to the sweeter hay that seemed to have recently been brought in. It was the kind of indoor barn with a hay loft in the upper part and the horses stabled on the ground floor – but there were a couple of larger stalls at the end of the barn where the mares and foals were kept.

One stall was used for breeding and artificial insemination, which was how Cadoc had found himself in there, hunkered down and hidden, peering over a bale of straw to see what was going on. It played out, in his dream, exactly as it had in real life, with the stable hands bringing the stallion into the barn. He was a very polite stallion, walking proudly with his head held high and a beautiful arch in his neck. His coat gleamed in a rich brown – a bay stallion who was of a heavy draft breed.

Cadoc blinked.

Was he always that breed? I don't remember this.

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He brushed the thought from his mind swiftly, things moving on without him really understanding. It was the same scene, however. And the unicorns, yes, they were there, the stable hands just as he remembered them.

Of course, the unicorns were really copies of Sirona, though they did not have the same definition that she did, as if their outlines were ever so slightly fuzzy. They didn't need to be defined as they were merely part of the scripted dream she was using her powers to play out for him, no more and no less than that. He didn't recognise that the unicorns were not meant to be there, his mind hungrier for the scene before him than Cadoc had ever honestly wanted to admit.

Yet the stallion nickered and chewed thoughtfully, his black mane spilling down his neck. The unicorn stable hands were naked and Cadoc still didn't see that as unusual in the slightest as he watched them sliding their hands over the stallion. The equine seemed to be very much enjoying it – hell, Cadoc would very much have liked to be in his place, but that was not to be.

Not as he watched the three of them sliding under the stallion, kneeling around his cock as it slid out. That cock was large, larger than what even Cadoc was packing, with a mostly grey shaft. There was a dim flicker of recognition in the back of his mind at the sight of the pink flecks near the base, but things moved on too swiftly for him to actively tell what was trying to pull into the forefront of his mind there.

The unicorns moaned around the stallion, kissing and nibbling at his cock, three of them adoring him at once. It didn't look like how the collection of the stallion's seed had taken place before, though Cadoc didn't mind that at all. It was more exotic and alluring still to watch them please the stud stallion, a massive, heavy pair of dark balls swinging under the barrel of his belly. His hind legs were apart just enough for Cadoc to see and the stallion was “kind" enough to swish his tail too, giving Cadoc tantalising glimpse after glimpse of all the quadrupedal horse had to offer.

It was as hot as it had been the very first time he saw it happen, though it was more intoxicating still with having the unicorns there, groping and massaging the horse with their hands and lips. One kissed the head of the horse's cock, slowly parting her lips around it as she sucked the stallion's hot length into her mouth.

Cadoc wasn't in his right mind enough to understand that it was not as he remembered, drooling lightly as he watched them all milk the stallion. The other two unicorns slid further under the stallion, one kissing down the fat length of his shaft while the other caressed his balls. He had never seen a male's nuts handled as tenderly as that – and the stallion appeared to be enjoying it very much as he flicked his tail and stomped. Yet he did not move away from them but rather rolled his pelvis forward a little, to the limits his anatomy allowed while he was stood in place.

“Mmm…"

Cadoc hummed lightly under his breath as he watched. The unicorns were fantastic, their horns gleaming as if their entire focus was wrapped up in the feral equine. Cadoc swore the other stallion, who looked so much like him, snorted and gave him a wink, tail flagging proudly while his cock bounced and jerked in the unicorns' grasp.

The stallion looked down at himself, though it was odd that he was naked there. He tried to shrug it off, focusing on the lewd moans and groans of the unicorns, how they encircled the stallion with their clear lust. Even if the stud horse was being milked to provide his semen, it was quite as if everyone there was enjoying themselves. That they were consenting was clear to him.

I must consent too.

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The thought leapt into his head, unbidden, yet rested there heavily. Cadoc's tail swished and flicked against his legs, the wisp of hair rasping through the air. That didn't seem like a thought that should have come from him, but everything felt good there, like it was all as it was supposed to be.

So, he let it slide, watching the unicorn gulp around the horse's cock, her lips parted so very wide to take his dick deep into her muzzle. With a long face like that, she could take him all the way down and back into her throat too. Yet the other two lapping and pressing their tongues into the horse's balls too were inviting also, Cadoc caught by the subtle sweep and pull of their tongues. Even from where he was hiding and watching, he could tell just how smooth and soft the horse's balls were, kind of like his own.

As the unicorn sucking the stallion's cock drew back a little, she swept her hands up and down the length, pumping it as if she really was milking him. The notion of milking his seed seemed to have gone out the window beforehand, though Cadoc didn't mind that, not when he was getting such a show. He rested a hand on his cock and rubbed lightly, though his shaft was only half-hard. It still wasn't quite what that part of his mind, the lustful part, really wanted to see. That wasn't anyone's fault.

“Ohhhhh…"

A moan caught Cadoc's attention and the stallion swung his head around, nostrils twitching and flaring. Yet he hardly expected to see a quadrupedal mare there in the stall behind him, a big, open-fronted one, with the unicorn who had started it all sitting on top of the feral mare, masturbating. The quadruped she was on top of was just like her too – more graceful than a regular equine mare, though the difference in the tails threw him for a moment.

Her glowing, white hide and the gleam of her horn called him in, though Cadoc's eyes were unashamedly on the quadrupedal unicorn rather than the one sitting on top of her. The feral unicorn's tail lifted out of the way as he stared at her, drooling faintly, a gleam of saliva painting the corner of his lips.

Sirona smiled gently as she parted her legs, sitting facing the mare's rump, while the feral's backside pointed towards Cadoc. The stallion's ears pricked and it was in that moment Sirona knew she had him. Even if he had not yet fallen, he was well on his way there and she would take him all the way down.

Soon, stallion, you will be mine. Just like all the others who came before you?

_ _

He grunted and she crooked her finger at him, spreading her pussy with her other hand to show off her wet, glistening folds. Her passage invited him in, though it was not truly her that the horse wanted. That was fine, as Sirona only needed him to give his seed, one way or another.

Slowly, he moved in closer, one clumsy step after the other. It was as if he was hesitating, even then, without knowing what was going on there.

But he still made his way up to Sirona and the unicorn feral, eyes landing on the small platform that Sirona already had in place. His dream was a rather interesting one to manipulate, though it was not as if she minded a challenge in the slightest – not when she was winning. When he was making it difficult for her, well…that was a different story.

Cadoc took a breath as he stepped on to the platform, his cock swelling hard and full. It fleshed out, the flare even lightly swollen, and the unicorn on top of the mare clucked her encouragement, clicking her tail against the roof of her mouth.

“Mm, there's a good boy," she coaxed. “Come now… Can't you see just how much this mare needs you? Look how she is, deep in season, needing the cock of a good stud. A stud stallion…just like you."

Cadoc moaned. He didn't feel in control of his own body, not in that moment. Maybe he wasn't meant to be, not truly, not as he stepped up to the feral unicorn's hind end. Her pussy was hypnotic, how it twitched and pulled, winking at him. He'd seen the mares at his uncle's place do that before, when they were in season and ready to be bred.

So, the unicorn mare was ready too, the heady scent of her arousal flooding the barn. It was so strong that his nostrils flared, though Cadoc was not in his right mind enough to know that it wasn't natural for her scent to be that strong. It was the dream, of course, and Sirona's influence that made the scent of the mare in heat so much more powerful than it would ever have naturally had any right to be.

Behind the unicorn was a small platform and he stepped up on to it as if he was a puppet being controlled by a puppeteer's strings. It was as if his body was no longer his own and he groaned deep in the back of his throat, no longer caring for how strange everything was. His mind softened the edges of everything, blurring it slightly, though he was comfortable where he was.

You're doing the right thing.

_ _

The words entered his mind entirely unbidden and Cadoc moaned aloud, slowly stroking his aching hard-on. He couldn't remember a time, quite honestly, when his cock had been that hard, the head thick and flared, pumped up with obvious evidence of his desire.

“Come, darling," the unicorn anthro crooned, her eyes seeming to glitter and sparkle as if she was a being not from his world. “You know you want her. Take her. She's so ready for you, just as I am. Everything is fine. You're doing wonderfully, my dear stud stallion."

Cadoc nickered, his tail flagging slightly. Yes… Yes, he was doing good, wasn't he? His lips twitched in the ghost of a smile, though he wasn't thinking clearly. The platform he'd stepped up on to put him at just the right height for his cock to reach her folds. Yet the unicorn on top of the feral was still out of reach, though his eyes weren't on her. She was merely the one dictating the theme, the stream of lust that flowed through him with every aching throb of his member.

He couldn't stop himself, rolling his hips forward to smear his cock through the wetness of her folds, dragging it up and down. Cadoc grunted and licked his lips.

“Take her," Sirona said, revelling in the moment. “Nice and deep… She needs your cock, Cadoc…"

He sank into her slowly, as if he was trying to hold back. Sirona didn't have to do anything more, not in the slightest, as she allowed the moment to pull him along, as if the feral unicorn's sex was dragging him deeper. She made the unicorn's pussy clench and pull around him, rippling pleasantly, and enjoyed the change in conflicting expressions on his face.

Yet his dick pushed into her more and more, the medial ring swollen and his sheath pulled taut around the base. Still, he thrust and thrust, rocking and grinding his hips, called by Sirona's power.

You thought you'd be able to hold back from me, she thought, triumph lacing her thoughts, heart pounding wildly. But you are just like every other male. You broke and you will give me your seed.

_ _

One way or another, stallion, you will forever belong to me.

_ _

Of course, Cadoc was not privy to what was going on in Sirona's mind – and neither was he supposed to be. He thrust harder, called by pleasure. There was nothing like the hot ripple and pull of the mare's pussy around him, but it was right, at least for him, to have a big, round rump in front of him rather than an anthro.

There was no question in Cadoc's mind as to whether or not the mare wanted him. As the anthro on top of her leaned forward, so her face was only a short distance from Cadoc's, the feral unicorn ground back on his cock. She rocked and moved perfectly in time with his motions, clenching around him. He'd never even known a feral like her could have that level of control over her body! It was truly amazing!

The feral mare twitched and pulled around him and he panted heavily, recognising orgasm in her, even though he was not quite sure he was feeling everything as he was supposed to. She shuddered against him, her tail lustfully flagged well out of the way, her pussy suddenly tight as a rush of wetness engulfed his cock.

Yet it was easy for him to sink into everything in the moment, forgetting why he had been hesitant to mount her in the first place. Everything was wonderful, so why did he hold back? He grunted and thrust a little harder, revelling even in the drag of his cock back through her wet, dripping sex, her moisture clinging to him with every stroke. There was friction to be had there, of course, yet it was the kind that pulled him down even more into the moment, grunting in the back of his throat.

The lure of orgasm drew him, yet it didn't feel quite right. But he wanted to cum, so very desperately, thrusting harder. It was as if he was moving through something thick and sludgy, something that pulled him down increasingly with every passing second.

Why couldn't he cum? Cadoc's lips quivered as he thrust and humped, losing himself in the moment. As his whole body quivered, he ached for that release, determinedly fighting his way there, stroke after stroke, though it was a hard-won battle indeed on that front.

The feral mare tossed her head, flinging her beautiful mane off her neck, orgasming again on his shaft. Her sex ached and pulled around him, as if her body was straining to milk every inch of his member, though he was pulled along with it. Blinking and panting, he shook fuzziness from his head the best he could, his eyes meeting the anthro unicorn's.

“That's it," she breathed, catching him with her gaze while she masturbated. “Keep going… You're doing so well. You're doing everything you need to."

Cadoc grunted and jerked his head, though he could do little more than that. How did the unicorn know all the right things to hit those notes inside him? His body warmed through as if liquid lust was pooling inside him, although Cadoc didn't know how else to define it. He needed the mare around his cock, the flare of his shaft so engorged that he should have already been cumming, yet he couldn't quite reach that peak of ecstasy.

Something was wrong, although Cadoc was too far gone to fight it – not as he would have if he'd been at all in his right mind. He panted heavily, nostrils puckering and flaring, but couldn't stop himself from grinding in. The stallion sweated all over, dark patches marking his coat, though he couldn't quite get over the edge, not as need powered through him.

The aching pound of his cock seared through him. Yet Cadoc grunted, the scene before him shivering.

It was as if he was seeing two images at once: one of the feral unicorn mare and another where the other unicorn, the anthro, was right in front of him, her breasts in his face. The stallion grunted and snorted, trying to make sense of it, but the image seemed to shift ever so slightly every time he blinked.

As Cadoc neared the point of no return, Sirona lost control of her power, excitement getting the better of her. It was challenging enough to maintain control over him while orgasming on his thick meat, though it was still something well within her power. Her long tail lashed back and forth, sweeping across his splayed legs, as she rode him, a small grunt breaking her lips as she sank all the way down on to him.

“Yes…" Sirona breathed out loud, out in the real world, not in the dream. “Come to me, Cadoc. I want everything you have to give. I'm going to take everything you have to give."

She moaned, tongue pushing out briefly between her lips, although she felt the stallion's attention shift.

“You're almost there," she said, going back to encouraging him. “Come on, Cadoc… Just a little more."

Cadoc shifted his weight, tensing his glutes. Even in the dream, he felt the cold stone of the floor under his backside, his tail tugging and pulling where it was not actually free. It didn't match up but the stallion couldn't stop thrusting, grinding into the unicorn feral, losing himself there.

Yet he saw her too – the other unicorn, one that he thought had great power in her. He didn't know why, but he was afraid of her, his ears pinning as he tried to reel from her, on top of the quadrupedal unicorn. He couldn't get away, however, not as the scene shifted and flickered, showing him a glimpse of the anthro unicorn, the powerful one, riding his cock.

He only caught a snapshot of the moment, her crotch soaked with her own arousal, clearly marked and glistening with wetness. Her folds were splayed wide around his cock, as if his prick was tight fit for her pussy. Even then, it looked like the unicorn mare had reached climax several times on him, though it was hard to say any more than that.

Cadoc whinnied, fear colouring his tone, but there was nothing he could do. The scene outside the dream faded and all he was left with was the white unicorn cupping his face almost tenderly, stroking his muzzle.

“There's my sweet stallion," she breathed. “Keep going. You're so very close. You have to be a good pony. You need to push through it."

Cadoc grunted and twisted his head out of her grip, though he didn't manage to pull out of the feral unicorn. That was impossible – and he wanted to keep fucking her too, of course. That wasn't something, despite the confusion, that he wanted to do.

He still wanted the pleasure, the aching pull of a pussy around his cock and the beautiful rump of the feral unicorn grinding back on to him. Her tail trailed temptingly against his stomach and he swallowed hard, struggling to find any measure of control over himself.

Trying to distract himself, even if that wouldn't really buy him any time at all, he flicked his gaze aside, catching sight of the feral stallion again. The horse stomped and rocked his hindquarters, seeming to be enjoying everything the unicorn stable hands were doing to him. Cadoc very much would have liked to be in his position too, milked and adored. That wouldn't have been a bad existence in the slightest.

As he watched, panting heavily in drags of breath, two unicorns kissed up either side of his cock. They didn't break from his cock between each kiss, making it much wetter and sloppier than it needed to be. Yet they were there to please and serve the feral stallion, letting him rock his weight from one hind hoof to the other, his tail flagged high and swishing with need.

Desire coursed through in every ripple of his body, muscles contracting, yet it was as if he wasn't in control either. But the feral stallion was willing, fully, his cock throbbing up thick and full in their hands while one of the unicorns squeezed their tongue behind the flared head, coaxing it to that peak.

And then he was there. As two of the unicorns worked on his cock and balls, not ignoring him for even a fraction of a moment, they brought him over the edge in all his stomping, grunting glory. A clear sleeve was slid over the head of his cock only, so the huge flare was still visible, while they coaxed and pumped out spurt after spurt of thick stallion seed. It flowed into the collection bag, which dropped heavily under the weight of all the cum, sloshing about inside.

Cadoc could not help but watch as he moaned, the stallion's climax going on and on. Why couldn't he cum like that horse? He needed it too, all very much. The unicorn stable hands made sure that not a drop of the stallion's seed went to waste as his climax, slowly, came to an end, the thick stream of semen fading to a trickle. They slid the bag from him, easing the ring off his fat flare, and quickly squeezed it into a large insemination syringe instead, pushing it out one of the bottom corners of the bag like it was a piping bag for icing.

Sirona grinned widely, allowing a flash of her true self to show through. It was almost time.

One of the stable hand copies of her brought the syringe over to them with a beatific smile on her face – the kind of smile that had an uncanny edge to it. She tucked it into Cadoc's hand and the stallion stared at it, dumbfounded in the moment. It was all Sirona could do not to roll her eyes. Stallions like him really were dumb. That was why her choice would always be a unicorn, even if she had many controlled, imprinted males in her harem.

“Please," she whispered, slipping back into the role she'd chosen for herself. “Help me. I need his seed, like she needs yours. Slide it into me, Cadoc. Make me a mother."

She leaned back and braced on the feral unicorn's back, her fingers folding around the upper curve of her back. It was not a comfortable position for her but it was easier when she put an arch into her back, her tail trailing off the side of the quadruped. Her horn glowed and she exposed her pussy wantonly for him, the shiny gleam of arousal there simply not something that could be matched.

As if in a daze, for he needed that pleasure he simply could not reach, Cadoc held the syringe, legs throbbing with the strain of thrusting for so long. Even his glutes were tired as he guided the syringe in towards her pussy. He was not accurate, however, and glanced off the side of her slippery, pink folds, and the anthro unicorn had to take over, helping him slide it deep inside her.

The mare hissed in a breath, pumping her hips forward as the syringe filled her.

“Yes, deeper," she said, coaxing him on. “Yes, Cadoc… Fill me!"

She spoke as if Cadoc was breeding her – but that was not the case, was it? The stallion didn't know anymore, blinking as a roll of nausea sent his stomach juddering, flipping over. Yet he had to keep going, his painfully aching cock trembling on the edge of orgasm inside the feral unicorn's wet pussy. She'd climaxed again on his cock, yet it was only his orgasm that Cadoc cared about anymore. It was hard not to care when his body was as strained as it was, something pulling deep in his loins, driving him on.

The insemination syringe tucked in the neck of the unicorn's cervix, though it caused her no pain with her powers. Her body was designed for such things and Sirona could have twisted things to her own needs in the context of the dream anyway.

The unicorn stable hands came up on either side of him, all three of them, rubbing and groping his body, even squeezing their breasts up against him.

“She's deep in season," they breathed, all seeming to speak at once. “She needs a foal in her. Please… Give her your foal. Give her what she needs."

Cadoc didn't honestly know what he was doing – but he depressed the plunger all the same. Sending the stallion's thick cum streaming straight up into the unicorn's womb, he grunted thickly, a rush of desire suddenly flooding him.

If he'd thought he'd experienced pleasure before, it was nothing in comparison to all Cadoc went through. His eyes flicked from the syringe as the flow of cum as it left the syringe and disappeared inside her body, but Cadoc could not hold back. Not as he let out a ear-splitting whinny, cutting through the air as he luxuriating in the blistering heat of release.

It powered through him, sending spurt after spurt of cum into the unicorn under him, her thick, muscular buttocks grinding back at him. Her tail wrapped around him, reaching all the way around his body, and he thrust deeper, his fat flare raking through her pussy, dragging through her velvety, tight passage.

It was the release he'd needed, even if Cadoc did not understand the consequences of what he was doing. Things weren't right, but he couldn't help himself from rolling through thrust after thrust of orgasm, relishing in the swathe of passion pouring over him.

He blinked, the dream fading, a hint of concern swirling in the pit of his stomach. His tail swung back and forth lightly but the sight of the unicorn feral faded, even if the heat of her wrapped around his cock did not.

What's going on? Oh no…

_ _

His thoughts were slow to catch up with what was happening, yet the stallion got there all the same as the dungeon and his prison cell came back into view. But most of his view was blocked out by a unicorn anthro's white body, a chill aching through his chest.

For it was none other than the unicorn matriarch, who he finally recognised now that he was re-entering consciousness, his stomach leaping and lurching uncomfortably. She grinned, showing him a flash of teeth, her pussy sunk all the way down on his still-hard cock, though it was obvious she had climaxed on him.

And he had filled her too, his seed flowing deep, surely impregnating her. Cadoc tried to fight it, striving to breathe slowly and evenly, to hold on to his own sense of self, but it was no good. There was no one that had managed to break free of the unicorns' imprinting, after all.

It would slowly come over him, from that moment on, until it sang complete, a tune drifting off on the final note, at the moment she gave birth, bringing his foal into the world.

“Please… No…"

Even then, Cadoc tried to beg, to plead for things to be different from what they were. There was nothing he could do, however, and the stallion truly had been helpless throughout the whole experience. His fate had always been determined for him, even if he had fought with all his will and might.

Nothing was his fault. And yet he had failed all the same.

“That's my stallion," Sirona crooned to him, watching a light sheen of adoration glaze over his eyes. “You will be mine forever. And you will forever care for your foal with all your heart and soul. There was never any sense in fighting me, stallion… But I admit you gave me the most glorious ride throughout!"

Sirona laughed, her tail sweeping over his legs and curling around his left fetlock. It held him more tightly than a manacle and, soon, Cadoc, would not even been to be chained up. The imprinting would keep him there, close to her side, and she'd see to it that he was set up in her harem's quarters, kept safe throughout everything.

He was hers, after all, and she looked after those who were imprinted to her and on her. That didn't mean it was going to be any kind of life Cadoc would have chosen for himself.

“You will be a wonderful father," she told him, as his attention zeroed in on her increasingly, tugging at his chains as he tried to reach for her. “You did well, Cadoc. And now you belong to me, in every way."

She undid his chains with a flicker of magic, taking his hand and putting it over her womb. There was so much of his cum working its way up in there, sloshing around, although Cadoc could not do anything about it.

He blinked, one hand on the unicorn's lower abdomen and the other rising to her waist, drawing her in closer to him. Cadoc smiled faintly, even as his mind screamed, hammering against the walls the imprinting process had thrown up. The stallion dug at it, like he was a feral slamming into a foe with his hooves, yet even he knew it was pointless.

He'd been caught by the matriarch, Sirona. And his life would never again be against the unicorns.

From that moment on, he was unwillingly with them.