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Giving in to Breeding

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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Hika lived a good life, for a horse, under the hand of the tyrant king, who he never quite knew whether he loved or hated. His mind, since he had been transformed from human to equine, simply had not been the same, his handler, Ramius, changing his intelligence up and down. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it, but Hika's shattered mind, clinging to the semblance of who and what he once was, was not designed for seeing patterns in the actions of the anthro lynx.

Although he had been trained to be ridden, the glorious, black stallion, Ramius had not yet been able to persuade him to mate with mares. Hika rebelled every time, throwing himself around and wrenching away from his handlers, heart pounding as he reared and threatened them with his hooves. There was no threat they could make to him that would convince the transformed equine to give up his resistance.

His mind was still there, just at a very low level of intelligence, even after he was forced to watch his son transforming into a black stallion in front of him too. Even that didn't break Hika as he was trained and separated from his son, even though he knew Jacob was strong.

The horse knew his son would cling to his humanity, even as he wasn't sure if he bred with mares or not. It was hard to tell sometimes when his desire got the best of him and Ramius, the lynx, interfered with his intelligence levels, sometimes making it so he didn't have any recollection of his past, of what he'd done.

It didn't make sense… Yet the lynx told him often, with a smirk out in the barn, that it didn't have to make sense.

“You are just a horse, after all," Ramius told him, time after time again. “You don't need to know what you're doing. You just need to live as an animal. Why don't you follow instructions and do the same? You don't need to think, not in the slightest. You just need to be a horse, nothing more and nothing less."

When one of the stable hands, a wolf with a surly expression who was a little rough in his handling of the transformed horses (victims of the tyrant king), came for him one morning, Hika didn't think anything of it. It was just normal, though he was not led out into the sunshine that day to the inspection stable, where Ramius took information from his body like measurements and samples, but to the arena.

Does this mean I'm training today?

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Hika shuddered, flicking his tail and walking a bit more quickly as the wolf tightened his grip on the lead rope. He flinched, shaking his head. Ramius could adjust his intelligence levels from a distance, with the benefit of changing and improving technology, and some memories returned.

Too many memories. He could never be sure, though he thought he had them all back in that flash of reckoning. He saw himself, in his mind's eye, breeding mare after mare when he had been so sure he'd stopped himself from playing into their sick games, his stomach churning and roiling. A horse, of course, could not throw up, so the unrest in his belly at the sick memories rising to the forefront of his mind expressed itself in his digestive tract gurgling uncomfortably instead.

“Nngghhh.. What is this?"

He tried to talk and, although his words were slurred, he more or less managed to get them out. That was something, at the very least, yet he almost wished in that moment that he was just a feral horse, that he didn't have to look back on the things he'd done when they had greater control over him. How they toyed back and forth with his intelligence was just another expression of how they manipulated him, so Hika never knew quite what was of his own free will or his mind just being broken a little more.

The stable hand didn't bother addressing him: he was just a horse. So, the wolf led him to the arena outside where his head lifted, the stallion's nostrils flaring widely.

I smell…another stallion?

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It was a stallion – but not just any stallion! His heart surged as he realised with a shrill whinny that it was his son! His Jacob! Yet his guts ached and a pang rang through his chest as he shook his head, his mane flopping from one side of his neck to the other.

What was he meant to think about that? Was his son okay? Or had they brought him back to torment him in front of his father?

And what if Jacob's mind was broken too? What if he was so far gone that he didn't even know who he was anymore, that he was really a man and was never supposed to be a horse, as Hika's son.

Yet his body was in motion, following the groom into the arena as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jacob snorted and hung his head, not challenging the other stallion before him, though he eyed him up warily. No, he didn't want any trouble and he was not all that dominant when it came to the hierarchy between horses, grunting and backing up with the whites of his eyes showing.

“Oh, Jacob…" Hika nickered and swung his head out. “It's me. Can't you tell?"

It was hard still for him to enunciate his words, although he did his best to speak clearly. Only parts of his voice box were still working, so he had to let a more guttural kind of sound out at times: very equine.

Jacob blinked at him, seeming confused, and stretched out his head slowly to sniff Hika. Once he had taken in the other stallion's scent, he snorted and nickered, weaving his head lightly back and forth.

“Oh… Sire… It's you!"

There was joy in his voice, even though his words were stammered and stilted. Hika reeled, snorting, though he was still on the end of the lead rope, despite the wolf not saying a further word to him. Ramius approached, setting some equipment on the other side of the arena fence.

“Jacob… Oh, Jacob, my son, what have they done to you?"

Hika whinnied plaintively, rocking back on his hindquarters and digging viciously at the ground with a front hoof. How could they have ever treated him like that? Ramius laughed lightly and Hika wheeled on them, ears pinned.

She raised an eyebrow, eyes dropping to the screen of her laptop, though the lynx remained out of Hika's reach.

“We've corrected his brain activity, and the thoughts he can have, over the last year," she said with a devilish little grin. “Of course, he thinks he was born a horse, just as a colt, nothing more than that. Don't you agree, Jacob?"

“Yes!" Jacob nodded and bobbed his head up and down vigorously. “Yes, yes! Stallion, always!"

“Not human?" Ramius probed.

“What?" Jacob tilted his head, blinking slowly. “No… Horse. My sire, there."

He couldn't use full sentences, although it was more than enough for Hika to understand him, even though a yawning, gnawing ache ground through the pit of his stomach. His son had fallen… And he had been so strong! Just how could something like that come to pass?

“It was a mistake, of course, for him to ever believe he was a human, but he is much happier now in his life as a stallion," Ramius continued. “However, we still need to remove his bad genes. With the removal of his conscious thought, we can strip the undesirable traits from his body, which will otherwise cause harm to his offspring. Isn't this what you want, Jacob?"

Jacob reared and struck the air, wearing a headcollar but otherwise unrestrained in any way.

“Yes, yes!" He neighed, his words wrapped up in the feral, equine cry. “Yes, want! No bad! Only good…foals!"

Hika took a step back, his head high and snorting.

“There are no bad genes in thought," he said, struggling to draw his own words up from his memories. “But… Uh… You can't remove genes, not like that. No…"

Hika shook his head, tugging at the lead rope, though he was not released. What were they talking about? Jacob was excited, however, and seemed to understand more of it, that time, than Hika did. That worried the stallion more than anything else as Jacob's stable hand came in with his hands raised, striving to calm him down at least a little.

“There, there, there's a good boy," the fox said, a gentle smile on his lips as if he knew Jacob well. “We're going to get you everything you need, boy. Don't you worry. Everything's as it should be."

The fox anthro working with Jacob clipped a lead rope to his headcollar, although Jacob didn't need him to tighten it. He snorted and pranced on the spot, kicking up sand from the arena surface.

“Can show – yes?" Jacob queried, urgently bumping his groom's arm with his nose. “Now? Show – now?"

His broken sentences were more difficult to discern when he was excited, though Hika pricked his ears and strained to listen intently. There was great importance, after all, in all his son had to say, even though his own heart was hammering in his chest as if it was going to tear free from the cage of his ribs. His lungs expanded massively, forcing his sides out, but Jacob didn't notice.

His son, after all, was ready to show the results of his study – all the testing that had been performed on him in Hika's absence.

The light clip-clop of hooves on the path caught Hika's attention and he rumbled a groan as a bay mare was led in. Surely, she was another one of the tyrant king's victims, but he was not to know who she was. Maybe that would have influenced his decision if he had honestly known one way or the other, though Hika was not to be held accountable for all he was forced into.

“No… No, curse you and this fat fool!" Hika cried, trying to wheel and strike out with his forelegs. “I will not mate with her! My son will not mate with her!"

He snorted heavily, sweat darkening even his black hide, though he champed and threatened to snap, ears pinned as his groom gave him some space. Ramius clucked her tongue disapprovingly against the roof of her mouth and shook her head.

“Honestly, you would think it's your first time breeding a mare. Hika, you remember your breeding sessions now, don't you? But this is why Jacob has been so much more successful than you, all in obedience and eliminating all that holds him back."

“No – that's wrong!" Hika grunted, his groom skilfully keeping him at arm's length, constantly moving so Hika couldn't get his teeth into him, although Ramius would never have allowed that anyway. “You made me do this, you made him do it! He's a monster, the tyrant! He wants to debase us, to humiliate us – we're nothing more than animals to him!"

Ramius laughed.

“Yes, that is exactly what you are. And, Jacob, you should be pleased to know this is your dam here, your mother. Marie has been brought here especially for you and a particular breeding."

“Oh?"

Jacob nickered with interest and stretched out his neck to greet the bay mare, eyes bright and curious. Hika's jaw would have dropped if he'd been able, though horses rarely made an expression quite like that. How could he respond like that – and was that really his wife? There was a soft sheen of intelligence in her eyes, though she didn't shy away from them at all as Hika grappled with the reality of what may or may not have happened.

“Marie… Marie, is it you?"

She bobbed her head and nickered, but said no more. Whether or not she had the capability to speak was another question entirely, yet she did not reveal so to Hika either way.

“Jacob, it's your mother, you have to stop," he tried, plunging between Jacob and Marie, his tail flagged dominantly high. “You know you can't do this, none of it is right. Not with a horse, not with your…mother…"

“Not mother – is dam!" Jacob protested. “Dam is…lovely mare. Beautiful. Make good foals."

“That's right, Jacob," Ramius praised with a genuine smile. “You're just an animal. Incest doesn't matter to an animal, only continuing the bloodline. And pleasure, there's lots of pleasure in mating and breeding, isn't there, Jacob?"

“Yes!"

The stallion bobbed his head and licked his lips, relaxing even with the scent of a fertile mare nearby. Rearing up on to his hind legs, he clumsily tried to mount the mare, though it was difficult with Hika barging in, still trying to put things to a halt.

“What are you, Jacob?"

“Uh… I… Uh…"

Jacob struggled for words as he rested over his mother's hindquarters, finding his balance but not the softness of her entrance. His cock swelled, bouncing off her rump, though even his mighty member had to be allowed relief. A horse, however, didn't know how to push into a partner easily and smoothly, even though his need was as rife as it ever was.

“What are you, Jacob?"

“Breeding… Breeding tool! Animal…"

He stammered, fumbling with his words, though he tried again, repeating one word over and over again.

“Breed… Breed… Breed…"

“That's a good boy, Jacob," Ramius praised once more, though shot Hika a particularly evil smirk. “You know what you are here for now. Only an animal who needs to breed. You don't need to be anything more than that, not ever."

“Yes! Breed… Want…breed…"

Jacob huffed and shuddered, cock bowing out against the mare's rump while she braced for him. Her hocks flexed as she adjusted her position a little for him, though she didn't need any help – not when she'd been bred by stallions before.

Finally, however, Hika was forced to watch with a gasp of horror how his son's cock thrust into the bay mare's folds. She grunted and let her head drop, allowing him to do his work of breeding her, though Hika chanced there was one word still on her lips.

“Please…"

That the bay mare wanted it, however, was not up for debate as she groaned and Jacob hammered into her with short, sharp thrusts. The young, powerful stallion ground in deep, over half his cock buried in her sex, though he wasn't about to stop until he had spent every last drop of his seed inside her.

As if he was really nothing more than a feral stud, Jacob pounded her crudely and roughly, though the mare's body was more than prepared for him. She was perfectly designed to take a cock just like his, even with the flatter head and the partial flare that was growing increasingly with every single thrust.

For there was on better feeling to Jacob other than breeding a mare, especially as he rammed into her and thrust harder and faster. The stallion's flanks heaved with every breath he dragged into his lungs, as if he was leaping forward in a flat-out gallop, yet he saw only the muscular beauty of the mare under him.

Her hide gleamed in the sunshine and not even his father hovering nearby was enough to stop Jacob, not as his nostrils flared in a heady snort. Even that snort dragged more of her scent into his lungs and he ached for more of her, to breed her repeatedly, perhaps even if the two of them were permitted to run free together. Then he could have foal after foal with her, regardless of whether Marie was his dam or not.

It was right, between them, as long as they had one another.

Still, Jacob's thrusts were clumsy and a strange sense of second-hand embarrassment twisted in Hika's gut. He both wanted his son to stop and to show a more polished sense of mating, even scuffing his hooves and not getting in close enough to the mare to use anywhere near as much of his cock as he could.

Hika grunted and tried to look away, though the stallion could not stop his own sheath from plumping out. Even if his mind rebelled against everything that was happening, his body did not and he was just as affected as Jacob was. His cock dropped slowly and hardened up, bouncing and springing off the underside of his belly as his arousal rose.

He needed the mare… Yet he would hold back, yes, Hika thought. The stallion would hold back and be himself. He would not be controlled as the others wanted him to be. Yet even the flex and jerk of his cock up against his own underbelly sent a quiver of need through him like nothing else could.

“Unff…"

Hika grunted and shook his head, trying to back away from the groom again – but the wolf kept him close to the mating pair of horses. He knew his job well and how to do it, though there was always a fail-safe present in the minds of the transformed that would stop them from causing harm to anyone working with them. That gave him some security, if nothing else.

“The mother would never have expected the colt to return to her womb in such a way after these years," Ramius said, her eyes glinting with cruel glee. “And yet here you are, Jacob. Such a fine, breeding stallion. A stud like you will make many fine foals in your lifetime."

Ramius didn't tell Jacob that his lifetime would be greatly extended, by the glory of the tyrant king's kindness. That would have detracted from the binding image that he was a feral horse and everything about his life, as they had formed it, was normal, what Jacob needed from the world around him. He would have a long time indeed to live as a horse and to do everything he needed and wanted in life, even though his years seemed perfectly normal and blissful to him.

Ramius laughed while Jacob's ears flicked, but the stallion was so far gone that it was not as if he was going to do anything about what the lynx had said. No, all Jacob needed was to breed, his black coat glistening with sweat, though he was a prime example of his species. He found a more stable footing with his hind hooves as he crammed his length into his mother's sex with increasing need, huffing and panting hotly with every stroke.

Hika dropped his head and let out a low, rumbling groan as his son reached his high. It was like watching an accident that he could not stop as he watched his son judder up as close to Marie as he could. His balls swung with a sheer, raw show of his virility as he ejaculated, though Hika scented it more than he actually saw it, with how his son's cock was buried deeply within the mare's folds.

Even then, Hika longed to be in her place, though he could not linger there. He backed off as Ramius approached, forcing him into place to put a headset on him that covered his eyes and extended down over his nose to feed scents to him too. Hika trembled and froze, sweating heavily with fear.

“No… Please, don't…"

It had to be bad, it had to be. There was no other reason for it to be in place and Ramius' wicked laugh caught his ears.

“Oh, we're just going to show you the lectures and images that your son has been watching. He has come along so well, we also need to dispel your erroneous thoughts, Hika. Your son cannot possibly be doing better than you."

Hika grunted, though there was nowhere for him to run as his vision was obscured and plunged him into a world of virtual reality. Yet the stallion was not to know exactly how the VR system was working in tandem with the nanobots in his brain, everything that had served to manipulate and indoctrinate him so far.

He blinked, seeing the life of a horse, coming into the pasture below “his mother" for the first time. At least, he thought she was his mother, clad in a flea-bitten grey coat as she was. Through the VR set, he watched his father in the distance: a black stallion guarding and protecting the herd.

Is this real? Is this…my life?

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Hika tried to shake his head, but the images kept coming, showing him his life. He lived as a feral stallion, moved between fields for the best grass and rearing and bucking and playing with the other young colts as he grew up.

All until he became an adult and was milked of his seed for artificial insemination, drawing more and more of his seed from him so they could put it to better use. Hika snorted and stamped, though he wasn't sure what he was doing, whether he was doing it in the VR world or the real world. In the stallion's mind, the lines between the two blurred.

And then Hika saw how he mounted mare after mare, breeding them exactly as a stud stallion was supposed to do. Pleasure rolled through him and he inhaled deeply, the scent of a mare in season flooding his senses.

It was good, so very good. Even though he was watching, through his own eyes, how he bred mares – seemingly years ago on the VR set! – he felt everything. He languished in the hot pull of her sex around him, rippling and pulling down the full length of his shaft. Hika inhaled deeply, nostrils fluttering as he took in the rich, heady scent of mare, how her pheromones coloured the air along with the delectable musk of her, as she was.

It was better to breed a mare, yes, than to use an AI breeding device, as pleasurable as that was too, Hika thought dimly. Yet the stallion could barely contain himself in the moment, not even knowing that he was pawing at the ground and rocking back on his hind end, his black tail lashing the air – all as he watched the life the tyrant king wanted him to have in the VR world.

To him, it felt real. To Hika, it blurred the line between reality and a reality that was possible to a terrifying extent.

Through his eyes, he mounted the bay mare – the mare that was his wife – and mated her furiously and vigorously, even with his son there watching him on young legs. Grunting, Hika snorted, chewing and licking his lips, striving with all his might to sink deeply into her, letting the moment roll through him, over and over again.

The VR headset slipped from him and Hika shook himself, his eyes blurred and unfocused. Where was he? What was going on? His cock jerked and slapped up against his underbelly, pre-cum splattering from the tip.

Yet his son, Jacob, was right there, dismounting from a feral mare – the bay mare herself. She was Hika's wife and yet Hika softened, nickering as he extended his head and neck out towards his son.

“Well done, son," he grunted, though his need was still up. “You will sire many fine foals, with this mare and so many more."

Hika could not see, but his eyes had grown duller, the pupils larger. They were not lost entirely in the lack of intelligence of a dumb, feral horse, but they were closer than before. Hika didn't need his human intelligence, after all.

Hika… Well, he was just a horse.

Jacob pranced and snorting, glad that his father was as pleased with him as he was.

“Yes… Y-yes," he stuttered. “Breeder… Stud… Good mare!"

Hika laughed lightly, bobbing his head. His son understood more of equine body language than words, so he showed his approval with a kind, soft look in his eye, easing his shoulder in towards his son, his tail hanging a little lower and a little lighter.

Ramius smiled and signalled for the other mares to be brought in: one glowing, golden palomino and a spicy chestnut with a fiery look in her eye. Both stallions pranced and showed off, let off their lead ropes even though their headcollars were still in place, for it was a mark of someone else's ownership over them.

Even though he had just bred and cum, Jacob's cock swelled lustfully back to full hardness again, the flare at the tip plumping out with raw, stallion desire.

“This is proof, Jacob, that you were born a horse," Ramius told Jacob, though the stallion was so excited by the proximity of the ripe, fertile mares that he was in the process of rearing up on his back legs, lost in the moment. “Just an animal, only a breeding tool. You have no other use than that, Jacob, and that's okay. Rest first, then you can breed again."

“Don't…need…"

Yet Jacob's mind was too lust-addled to form the words he needed as he pawed the ground and kicked up sand in the arena. That was okay, however, for he wouldn't need his words at all for all that much longer.

The mares, however, were just there to excite the father and son duo. They flagged their tails and braced, urinating a steaming stream of urine to the ground, where it splattered and disappeared into the sand. Yet the stream of wetness sent pheromones into the air and the horses curled their upper lips back in the flehmen response, sifting through the scents in the air more effectively.

Hika's tail flagged and his rampant erection throbbed, bouncing off his belly. Yet he didn't want to masturbate when there were two horny mares right there before him. The stallion didn't even mind which of them he would get to breed as he trotted around them in a tight circle, merely waiting to be given the signal that he was allowed to breed. For he was not out of his own mind, of course, and still understood that he was due to be obedient to those who were in charge of him.

When he had a king to appease and please, of course, he had to be obedient. He had to be the best stallion he could be, living his life as a horse as authentically as any horse in the world.

The palomino mare's sex winked at him and Hika grunted, bobbing his head lightly. It was so hard to hold back as a warm feeling rolled through him.

Yet the mares were taken away a short distance, only there to tease, and a couple of phantom mares brought in instead. They were designed to collect the semen of the stallions so it could be sold or more directly used for artificial insemination. Hika, at the very least, had seen his semen being collected for those very means before. He preferred breeding a feral mare, of course, and feeling her warmth sinking into him during their mating, but he would do what those in charge of him asked.

That was all he had to do, as a breeding tool.

They mounted the phantom mares as a pair, all in service of the tyrant king. Even though both stallions would have rather had the mares, they willingly gave their seed in service of him.

Jacob grunted wildly and flagged his tail as he thrust, slamming in harder and faster. He ground in as deep as he could, powering inside, intent only on his own pleasure. The phantom mare was a kind of breeding stand with a pocket for his cock, though one that he could rest on top of, his forelegs wrapped around it.

Hika was closer to the edge, however, thrusting roughly, and nickered proudly as he shot his precious load of cum. Every shot that left him came with a fresh wave of pleasure, although Hika bred because he was serving. That was all that mattered to him on a grander scale, even though he wanted those carnal pleasures of the body too.

Everything there went together, of course, especially as his son thrust proudly and ground deep. He took a few strokes longer than Hika to cum, but he was still proud and virile – especially after cumming inside his mother not all that long ago. His tail lifted high as he spent his seed, long ropes of cum flowing deep inside the phantom mare, all so they could collect his seed.

Their handlers took charge of it and Ramius eyed up the collections. Lines on the small tanks their seed was dumped into measured just how much they had spent, though the lynx was sure they could both produce more. The stallions just needed a little motivation. If that even mattered to them, as long as every one of their needs were getting met.

“I think Jacob may have just outdone you, Hika," Ramius commented as the black stallion dismounted from the breeding stand. “You have produced forty millilitres…while Jacob has produced fifty. Ah, but he is younger than you."

Not by much, of course, in the age of their equine bodies, though the horses didn't see it as a competition. They just wanted to cum as much as they possibly could and, without restraint, the horses crowded in around the containers, eyes wide with worship as they nudged and gently lipped at them.

That was all they were worth, what their bodies could produce. They didn't need to be more than that and they most certainly didn't need to do more than that too.

It was a simple life and an easy existence, as long as both stallions gave in to breeding. Of course, Hika would need more sessions with the VR lectures and headset, but that could all come in time. His indoctrination would have to be locked into his mind, piecing together the shattered fragments into a shape and form that the king and their owner could utilise for his own means.

Hika grunted, lowering his head as he inhaled deeply close to Jacob's rump. His nostrils puckered and flared as he dragged in greedy breath after breath, dipping his head in closer to his son's sheath and hanging, softening cock. Jacob's cock slowly retreating into his sheath, though he was only securing his son's scent firmly in his mind.

That was one thing he needed to remember, all in the lure of breeding lust.

His past life, well…it didn't hold much significance for Hika, not anymore. He would give in, like the king wanted him to, as was his fate.

Only, Hika would be glad of it.

As long as he got to breed.