Royal Punishment
A royal guard is captured and forced to submit to equine backsides as punishment for her insubordination.
When Aurora looked down at her fur, doused with the purple of the praetorian guard, she felt shame. She'd powdered herself like all the others who didn't have the rare mutation, it was part of their uniform. And it helped them stand out. In their black armor they looked sharp, undefeatable. Invincible.
Now she lay naked, cold, dirty, and alone in a dungeon. Had she been the only one loyal to the queen? Queen Sheila was a drunk, harasser, frivolous, and oversexed but she was still the queen by right of law! What's more, she was a fox. Not one of these strange new lizardkins. They weren't right, at least Aurora never thought so.
After some time, Aurora had a visitor to her cell. A wolf woman, gargantuan in height and fearsome in disposition. Her eyes were a corrupt green, flickering with a baneful aura. Two curled horns jutted from her head, disfiguring a comely face to one that is disturbed. Aurora had seen this woman around but never crossed blades with her. Her name was Helarui, Aurora had heard some of the lizardkin whispers about her.
What they described made Aurora's stomach turn, and indeed the lizards themselves for all their cold-blooded ways found fear and disgust in Helarui's alleged actions.
Seeing her bend her knees to peer into Aurora's cell, snarling a smirk, gave the royal guard a shiver. "It's been decided you're no longer needed."
The magician let Aurora sit with that a moment, her first thought was execution. This was it, how it would end. By rope or guillotine. But the great wolf continued before Aurora could get too deep into her morbid worries. "That means I get can use you for whatever ends I see fit."
The door to her cell was opened, and Helarui entered, grabbing Aurora up by the bicep. Her hands and ankles were free of manacles, but nude and surrounded by the enemy she didn't have much threat to her. Aurora barely came up to Helarui's hip when tip-toeing, dragged along as the huge woman padded for the stairs in great strides.
There was an active din to the whole place, lizardkins locking away and tending to political prisoners, dissidents, and people they didn't like. All of that had little value to the scurrilous Helarui.
"You're bound for the stables, I want to show you just where a loyal protector of the queen deserves to be."
Aurora bit her tongue from any snide remark though that was her first instinct. Helarui dragged her along, a fabricated reproving to her expression. The praetorian had little notion of what was in store for her. She expected something bloody, perhaps being drawn and quartered, or dragged behind a stallion. There would be no bloodletting but she was right about her being placed behind a stallion.
When she was finally brought to the stables she recoiled with a gag. The reeking, musky scent of a half-dozen stallions clung to the wood and air, clogged with that earthy, masculine scent. Between the muscular legs of each stallion hung low a pair of leathery, sweat-slick balls ripe with semen. They pawed at the ground with their hooves, snorting and exhaling indignantly. They paid only a dull interest to Helarui and Aurora.
The beasts had ridden hard during the day, and now in the evening, they'd be treated to comfort what a praetorian could offer them — with her tongue.
Helarui grabbed at Aurora's head firmly. "Ever given a man a rimjob?" Helarui's claws sunk into the sides of her cheeks and forced her to stare at the muscular backside of the nearest stallion. Black of fur, with a long, flowing tail of equal obsidian. He flicked and swished his tail, wafting dense clouds of that awful equine scent right at Aurora's muzzle.
The puckered, donut asshole of the horse stared right back at the wincing praetorian, who tried to shield herself from the scent. Her face was curled into a disgusted scowl. Her throat squeezed and convulsed with a gag. And yet, between her legs, the musk was making her soaked. It hit all the correct sensors her body needed to kick itself into readiness for breeding.
Helarui sniffed the air, her olfactory sense able to cut through and detect that subtle flavor of the aroused fox. Her other hand went between the fox's legs and began rubbing her absentmindedly. "Maybe this will be easier than I thought."
"I've never rimjobbed anyone, no," the warrior-girl replied with a frown, trying only now to pull away. But it was too late, the warlock was shoving her forward, closer and closer to the stallion's backside.
"You're going to tongue fuck the backside of every mount in this stables, every day they go on patrol."
"I-I won't! I'll retch!"
Helarui shoved Aurora's muzzle right up against the tailpipe of the stallion, smearing that gritty, bitter saline sweat across her face. She moaned in a surprise gasp, drawing in a lungful of that woeful musk. Her knees went cross, thighs shivering in pleasure as her pussy clenched on nothing, the wretched scent invading her senses and polluting her mind.
"You'll cum before you retch. I guarantee it." Helarui collected the horse's tail by the dock and held it aloft with one hand, compelling Aurora to make out with the stallion's asshole with her other. Between a rock and a hard place, Aurora felt her tongue betray her - rolling around once and again the rim of his donut.
She panted and gasped, her hips thrusting forward and humping the air with abandon. "Go on, cum, don't you want to? You'll take to the stables as good as the spear and saber, ass-kissing slut."
"Hgnnnh!" Aurora groaned, muffled between the horse's cheeks. And she did orgasm, splattering her thighs and the hay below her in that clear salutation of her pleasure. The mollifying splendor of her release nearly made her collapse to the mud, held aloft only by Helarui and her own weak grip on the horse's thighs.
The stallion's cock began to grow, flopping from its sheathe to a half-hard state and then to a full erectness. Aurora couldn't stop herself now, kissing and smooching and lapping at the bitter pucker of the stallion, getting her tongue coated in the seawater sweat of the barnyard animal. Plap-plap-plap, went the beast's cock as he slapped against his belly in earnest. In due time, sooner than both women expected, the horse sprayed himself and the hay below him in that heady, thickly scented seed. Oozing seminal fluid flooding from his flaring horsecock.
Helarui yanked Aurora's head back. "Good girl. You've got about five more to go~."
Aurora had spent the next few weeks mostly clung to the rears of the mercenary band's mounts. Her tongue flicked, kissed, and cleaned their assholes and cocks. First, it was with disgusted, repugnant convulsions. She washed her mouth out as best she could after each session. As she was compelled, forced to worship and swear fealty to the assholes of beasts that disgust became insurmountable pleasure. She'd cum just from the scent alone, huffing it down like a drunk draining booze. When Helarui barked at her to clean the stables she jumped to it with aplomb.
Aurora was thoroughly broken in by Helarui now. Her fur was dusted in a mockery of the royal purple, and her lips painted that same color. A few more dissenters of the new queen were brought out to watch her 'show'. They'd spent the last few weeks huddled in the woods trying to put up some resistance to the lizardkin and Helarui's efforts.
Now, in chains, they were forced to watch Aurora do her dirty work. A show was to be made of Aurora's humiliation, to bolster the spirits of lizardkin or break the will of prisoners. They dusted her in the royal purple, and did her lips up with purple lipstick.
"Now, girl, you've got a pair of options - grant pardon to these prisoners. Or kiss the ass of the horse in front of you."
The former praetorian's eyes glimmered. She knew what answer she'd give. But for some half-second, she looked over the prisoners thoughtfully. She knew a few of them. Former colleagues, locals, she knew them by name. But no words of pardon or bargaining left her lips. Instead, the wet, smooching sound of her tongue kissing the horse's tailhole rang out in the stables.
The warrior's spirit was so broken her expression was delirious with lust even in the face of an audience of her peers. She wormed her tongue up the back end of the stallion before her in supplication, searching for his prostate and marking his rear with lipstick. As he hardened she turned to his balls, smooching and weighing the sack in her hands, and licking the cock-grime from his expanding dick.
With her little hands, she stroked and pulled at the mast between the horse's hind legs, the cock bouncing and shifting with her efforts, punctuated by hushed moans.
"I love eating horse ass! I'm a whore for pony backside!" Aurora cooed, calling over to Helarui. Parroting right what the warlock had hammered into her these past weeks. Her mouth exclaimed what her body was already professing, her thighs were matted slick with her own arousal. Her quivering snatch was ready to give up an orgasm at a moment's notice, each choking lungful of musk making her brain tingle.
She took ragged, desperate breaths. She lived for that scent, she wanted to be awash in it. After all of Helarui's training, she'd become a real stable slut. She scurried below the horse's belly, stroking his cock directly against her muzzle, snorting the warm precum and exhaling breath reeking of horse's ass. In short order she had the horse's nuts tugged up tight to his undercarriage with an orgasm, her face and chest soaked in thick equine spunk. What she could swallow, she did, the rest soaked to her fur - making the royal purple runny.
Helarui thought for a moment Aurora might be ready to be branded with a dark red horseshoe. Smack dab on her left hip. With that she'd never be able to escape the shame of her downfall.