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Has it always been this easy, or have we just pushed them this far? Alise Emberfury took a step towards the enemy soldiers. The powerful mare rolled her shoulders, armor plates rattling above the din of battle. Enemy soldiers backed up a half step, gripping weapons and shields tighter. She took a breath, closed her eyes, and her awareness spread, vision pulled back. It was always a strange sensation as her vision pulled away from her body. A strange, floating sensation that left her rooted somehow. In just a second, her view had pulled away from her body and expanded outwards. She was looking down at herself as she stepped towards a semi-circle of soldiers. They paused, looking at each other, glancing at her. She could feel the nerves radiating off them as they circled her.

One took a step forward and bellowed. Her ax flashed out and caught his shield. Splintering wood and sundering iron in a swing. The ground shook as she buried her ax into the ground.

For a beat, she could feel the hope gather in the other side. Even as the one brave soul staggered backwards, and the others began to rush forward. She stepped forward and wrenched her weapon upwards. Heat flashed underhoof followed by a roar that drown out screams. Her raw magic called up the fires from deep within the earth. Molten lava surged upwards, following the arc of her swing and raced outwards. Yes, the mare sighed to herself, we have pushed them to the very edge of what they can take. It won't be long before they're shattered and driven before us.

Alise's ears twitched as she heard victory calls in the distance. The mare found herself smiling as she carefully wiped the sweat from her body. She was in her tent, located towards the center of the encampment. Perk of being one of the generals of the Grand Torora Kingdom. Nice tent towards the center, an entourage, and privacy. Among other benefits, she thoughts as she glanced towards the polished brass mirror. Alise caught her reflection and rolled her shoulders, watching how the muscles rippled under her rich red pelt.

She was healthier than ever before. Larger too, towering over the common soldier. Not to mention the raw, magical power that she wielded as easily as she breathed.

Power which had come at a price. A bargain she'd made with the Great King Octavian Vexx. She wasn't sure exactly what he was. No one was. She had met him outside of her home village when his army was marching past. Then she'd demanded he enlist her.

How bold she'd been, how stupid. He'd laughed at her then. Offered her power, glory, respect. Back then, she'd vowed she would find some way out of the farm life. Get away from the type of life that left her mother, sisters, father, and brothers broken by the time they had a few decades under their belt. Not to mention the way her older sisters were treated as little more than meat. Sold off to… marriage and whoever her parents approved of. Only to be taken home and bred as if they were nothing more than some farm animal. In their wedding beds, the table, the hedgerow, it didn't matter.

She never wanted to be humiliated like that.

A blink pushed her vision back and out as she stood up and walked to her mirror. She stood before it and turned slowly, admiring herself from every angle. Yes, none of her family would recognize her. They were all good, sturdy plough horses. She had their size, larger than even her father had been. With muscles that granted her the right curves and a little plush here and there. She turned as she admired herself. Her roan hide an almost fiery red in this light. Mane and tail a shock of white that only enhanced her form. Strength and power without sacrificing her femininity.

“Ma'am," a voice from outside her tent. None dare enter without her permission. She smiled at the memory of the one brave soldier who had dared try. One good kick had sent him back out the flap and into the arms of his comrades. They'd had three broken arms between them.

“Speak, but do not enter." Her vision pulled further away, drifting through the tent until she saw the hawk waiting outside.

Feathers ruffled, “The King would like a word with you, as soon as possible."

Her heart fluttered. “I will be there as soon as I am presentable."

A quick, “Yes, Ma'am," and the bird was gone.

If the King wanted to see her, that meant only one thing. It also meant she had to hurry and make herself presentable. Reaching for the mirror, she pulled a long ribbon from a hook beside it. Turning, she touched the ribbon to her tail and uttered a simple spell. Hair and ribbon began to braid together. Small beads and bells lifting from a nearby jewelry case to join the fray. More lifted to twine through her mane. Giving her a rather festive, lovely look to her.

Her outfit was simple, but almost her finer. She didn't bring much with her to the field in the way of clothing, certainly little in the way of casual wear. So she pulled on her uniform. Blouse and loose tunic, both in fine fabric. Her trousers came on one leg at a time. Then her soft boots, favorites of hers, they practically molded themselves to her hooves and ankles. The wide belt with the simple handaxe. Couldn't be seen out in public armed. Nodding, she grabbed her cloak last. A favorite of hers, a gift from the King himself, it draped over her shoulders like a cape. It was more than large enough to wrap about her entire body, nearly covering her from neck to ankles. She let it fall over one shoulder and tossed behind the other for dramatics. Then she turned and marched to the King's tent.

Alise couldn't stop the nervous flutter in her own stomach as she approached Lord Vexx's tent. It was dead center of the camp with guards by the entrance. The draft mare lifted her head high and stared down her muzzle at them. They knew her, and they knew she was expected. Still, they gave her a look before stepping aside. A look she returned with her usual fiery calm. Stride steady as she matched past them and into the tent. A few steps and she dropped to a kneeling bow, one hand on the ground and head lowered. "My lord," she spoke in that low husky voice of hers.

Lord Octavian Vexx was alone in the tent. If you could even call it that, it was several tents mashed together, filled with actual furniture and lavish rugs. Lord Vexx himself was seated in a rather comfortable looking chair. He radiated an aura of pure calm that had her muscles relaxing from his mere presence. He was dressed as if fresh from a bath, in a rather simple robe that draped loosely about his frame. Powerful muscles slid smoothly under he vibrant flame plumage as he shifted. The phoenix peering down his long beak at her before motioning for her to stand. "Victory again, my lovely lady Mage Knight. You honor me with such switch and decisive actions."

She felt pride swell in her chest as she stood. Alise squared her shoulders and straightened her back. "Anything for you, My Lord. It is my honor and my duty."

A little click, "Your duty, hmm?" He stood up and smiled at her. Lord Vexx was one of the few in the camp that made her feel dwarfed. His mere presence made it feel as if he towered over her as he approached. Warm, smokey scent reached her nostrils as he leaned in. "We do need to speak of duties."

Alise felt her mouth go dry as the mythical king stepped closer. His hand slid out and brushed over the fine fabric of her top. "There are certain... Duties you have been neglecting, my Lady Knight, have you not?" She held still as his talons ever so gently tore at her shirt. Opening a hole just large enough to permit his hand. A hand that burned with a warmth so comforting, so desirable, her knees nearly gave out as it brushed her stomach. "I do believe we had made a deal when you came to me." It was hard not to breath harder as his fingers danced over her stomach. Alise felt his warmth soaking into her body as he spoke. "I lift you up from being a mere farm girl. Little more than a plough horse working the farm. Waiting to be married off and bear many more plough horses. Beasts of burden to toil in the dirt until their bodies give out. I give you strength, power, glory," he leaned in until his beak brushed her ear, "prestige." She shivered and felt her heart begin to hammer. Nostrils flared as her breathing picked up.

Vexx slid into place behind her. Chest almost touching her spine. She could feel his talons brush over her bare flesh, magics weaving through her body. "In return, I gain a knight most loyal. And," he leaned in and let his head rest close to hers. Feathers nearly brushing her cheek. "A new generation as well. Children born of my noble mage knight. Offspring who will be raised in comfort and safety. Yet you have always conveniently avoided the task of bearing a child."

His warmth pressed against her, making her feel trapped and comfortable at the same time. It took all the will she had not to lean back into his embrace. To breathe deep of his scent and simply beg of him to honor her.

"First," he crooned, "there was repelling the invasion on our borders. Understandable. Then there was the rebellion, the plan by Vigil which absolutely required you, and we can't forget the time you were gravely wounded."

Alise worked her tongue in her mouth. "All unavoidable coincidences, My Liege." It had been too long since she'd felt the touch of any man, and she knew the presence of him well. The effect it had on her, whether natural or through their contract, it was unavoidable. She could feel herself responding, nipples formed, heart raced, and her excitement grew.

"Of course they were," there was a certain amusement in his voice. His fingers pressed tighter to her stomach and she felt a lurch, raw magic surged into her and nearly knocked the wind from her. While she didn't fall, her. Mouth hung open in a soundless gasp as thighs pressed tight together. "But now victory has been secured." Lore Vexx massaged her belly slowly, waves of power surging through her with each touch. Her thighs quakes and she felt her insides tighten with desire. Every last her, every potion she'd taken to hold off her season and ward off unwanted foals was burned from her body. "The soldiers are going to celebrate, and as part of that victory, your contract has come due, My Dear."

Visions flashed before her mind. The tent filled with women, all kneeling in stalls, little more than bared pussies for soldiers to breed. Then the other tent with piles of writhing people. A mass of flesh and carnal desires.

Her hips jerked and pushed back into his body as she finally managed a breath. Gasping as it felt like every estrus from the last few years came crashing down on her at once. "T-two conditions, My Lord."

His playful tone melted and she heard iron in his voice, "Conditions? We had a deal."

She had to be careful about this, play her hand as best she could and hope for the best from her Patron. "Ye-yes, My Liege." It was getting harder to focus, especially since he continued to stroke her bare flesh. Hand dipping a little lower, only to slide back up. "Have I not earned a little leeway? Have I not done all else you asked, above and beyond mere duty?"

"I will consider your... Conditions."

His fingers stilled enough to let her think. Alise managed a shuddering breath and pinned her ears back. Cheeks warm as she felt just how wet her trousers were as she shifted. By the heavens, what had he done to her? "I ask that you allow me one foal from you. And that the others be from men worthy of siring strong children." That would be his other knights, generals, the finest soldiers.

She didn't see the smile on Vexx's beak as he leaned back. She thought she was clever, but he was a creature far older and more cunning than she. "It is a deal. Provided you make it to the celebration Officers tent in time." His other hand lifted and the phoenix pointed at an hour glass. "Celebrations have begun. In a little more than half a mark before they will begin to filter into the tent. If you can make it there and... Situate yourself before the sands run out. I will give a foal." The hourglass lifted and spun slowly. "If you get there soon enough, then no one will even know it is you, the grand Lady Alise Emberfury, whom they are celebrating with. If you do it quietly and discreetly, no one will recognize or see you. It will spare your dignity." Fingers pressed tight to her stomach and she felt something surge in her. "Should you fail or succumb to your desires, well..." he chuckled, "Agreed?"

She could feel the veiled threat. The hanging idea that if she drew too much attention or didn't make it in time, that she would go from proud knight to camp whore. It wouldn't matter if she maintained her position, her power, she would forever be the moaning, mewling beast begging for another load. Reduced to the status of so many women of her ilk. Mere dams, meant to bend over for the male to lay his seed. Then get right back to work until she couldn't. She'd seen what this sort of deal had done to others before her. Reducing her proud sister in the shield to wanton creatures, begging for another child. Thrown onto the table in the mess hall and rutted by any male with a hammer bold enough to try.

Agreed." She was better than them.

The hourglass set down with an ominous thud. She could feel the grains of sand trickling through the back of her mind. Lord Vexx pressed his fingers to her stomach with a smirk, "Then off with you." Leaving five points of raw, burning lust pulsing through her. Alise's knees gave out and the mare dropped to her knees with a gasp. Entire body shivering as her tail flagged and hips jerked.

Calm as could be, the regal male returned to his seat and poured himself a glass of wine. Leaving the knight to collect herself. Win or lose, either way he'd be getting what he desired from her.

It took precious time for her to stand up and take a breath. Whatever he did, it's passed, but I can do this. Alise bowed her head towards the royal and took a step.

The mere brush of cloth over her privates nearly drove her to the ground again. She could feel every individual fiber as it brushed over her nipples. Each stray strand hummed over her pussy. When she winked out of excitement, the brush across her swollen clitoris nearly drove her to climax.

Wha... How... She gasped and tried to steady herself.

"Remember," the phoenix almost purred, "Keep quiet and no one will notice it's you."

Almost immediately, a desperate plan formed in her mind. Alise bit her lip and stood up. She had been through so much. Sacrificed countless things to get where she was, made deals no one should to do more than survive. She thrived.

And sometimes overcoming meant doing something you wouldn't normally.

Wordlessly, Alise doffed her own cloak and hung it form a nearby chair. Vexx watched as she undressed herself. Baring that curvy, muscled form to him. Dark nipples stood proud and the rich, lush lips of her pussy were swollen with arousal. As she undressed, she couldn't help but shiver as air wafted over her. Pussy clenching and winking just as she bent to take her trousers off.

"Trying to tempt me before the time?" Vexx all but purred at her. Eyes fixed on her body with a smirk curling at the edges of his beak. She replied with a smile, but didn't answer. Simply took her cloak back up and wrapped it about her shoulders. A quick pin and it draped around her body enough to hide her nudity. She adjusted, gathered her things, looked at her liege, and nodded before heading outside.

Now came the task. Make it back to her tent without being delayed. She could feel the trickle of sand in the hourglass. It shivered down her spine and settled like a weight on her. With every grain, it felt like her steps grew heavier, sluggish. Worse she had to be mindful of how her cloak draped about her. It was her only shield from the world. She knew her fellow soldiers. A naked woman walking through camp was a sign of being free use. To make matters even worse, she could feel eyes on her. Noses turned up as she passed and the sound of sniffing grew louder. With each step, her thighs threatened to rub together and spread her aroma more. She could feel her arousal drip down her thigh. Leaving a scent trail for any hot blooded male to find.

She'd have to avoid crowded areas.

Alise took a breath and drew her vision up and away. Between one step and the next, her awareness lifted and spread until she was looking down on herself from above. It was a good thing she was so adept at this, else it would be disorienting. Shoulders squared and head lifted, she fixed her attention on something in the middle distance. With her cloak as her only shield, she made strides towards her own tent.

Long ago, she'd found that merely walking with purpose and confidence could clear out many. Even now, she watched as soldiers stepped aside unthinkingly. Only to glance at her back curiously. She kept her pace quick, not wanting any to get ideas and turn to follow. Though managing that while carrying her clothing, boots, and keeping her cloak from rubbing her body was another task altogether.

As luck would have it, her own tent wasn't far away from Lord Vexx's tent. It was only a matter of moments before she ducked in and placed her things where they belonged. Even in a rush, she couldn't stand an unkempt tent. Clothes on the bed to be washed and mended. Boots in their place.

Then awareness. With her expanded vision, she could see soldiers lingering at the entrance of her tent. Muttering just loud enough for her ears to pick up. "Tellin' ya, some new maid just walked in here. Hot to trot too."

"Go in if you want. Remember the last time someone stepped into the Lady's tent uninvited? I like my bullocks where they are, thank you."

"Pah! Find, just wait for her to come back out. Prolly just getting the laundry. She'll be right out."

Now she had an obstacle. Though not one she couldn't readily avoid if she was fast. Alise could see the crew already starting to spread out somewhat casually. Ready to spring on their prize should she show. Moving quick, the warhorse walked to the wall of her tent and knelt. Sliding out under the side. For a moment, her bared body brushed against the ground and she had to bite back a gasp. Grinding teeth as dirt and grass teased her form. Fear of being caught like this raced up and down her spine. Joining the trickling weight of the hourglass.

Then she as out and on her feet. Hurrying off before the soldiers could spy her. Now came the difficult part. The Officer's Tent was located somewhat centrally, but it was in a crowded area. Several mess tents, tents belonging to other officers and knights, supply, and more. The one she was aiming for had been the war tent. Place for planning their victories now the center of celebrating it. There would be people all over the area. She couldn't just heads up and march there. She'd be grabbed before she made it ten steps. Alise swallowed around her nerves as she started for it.

Her vision gave her advantages. Letting her see the ebb and flow of people. She needed that edge as she navigated around the throng. Doing her best to ignore every brush of cloth against her bare body. Each breeze that caressed her thigh. Any misstep that pressed her legs together and teased herself. There was the temptation to bite her lip and run for it. It took everything she had to not follow that prey instinct.

As she moved, she did everything she could to make it look as if she had somewhere to be. Gripping the edges of her cloak to keep the wind and movement from whipping it away and exposing her. She started to bite her bottom lip as a particularly nasty breeze kicked up and threatened to blow her cover. Eyes closed and body shuddering as the wind coiled about her. Drove between her thighs and battered at what reserves she had. Alise shivered and huffed, body winking, dripping onto the ground now. She groaned under her breath and hurried. Steps starting to waver now.

Equal parts instinct and training kept her mostly safe. Though she nearly ran into some soldiers. A large elephant snorted and looked at her. Trunk reaching for her cloak before she darted away. A wolf eyed her up and licked his lips with a grin. Though hesitated as his eyes traced what she was looking at. Trying to guess if she was really heading for the tent or not.

For the first time in her life, she entered the war tent after a victory. She could almost feel the wolf's disappointment as she did.

The grand map table and chairs had been removed. New curtains hung around the room, creating small stalls. Some people were already here, men and women already situated on their benches. Each knelt, either facing into or away from the room. Curtains draped to hide all but what they offered. Here, a boar with her cunt already dripping with excitement, fingers drumming at her cunt. There a fox with the black tip of their muzzle exposed, licking their lips in anticipation.

Alise could feel the stand running out as she stepped in. Eyes darted around the tent before picking a vacant stall. She all but ran to it and threw back the curtains.

Then froze as she saw the bench. Rich, soft padding atop sturdy oak. It had several layers to it, clearly meant to support her stomach while her legs rested lower down. There were places for her arms and head to rest, ensuring her comfort for the hours to come.

Sand trickled away. She was running out of time.

Throwing her cloak off, the proud Mage Knight steeped into the alcove and knelt. Wood creaked under her weight as she settled down breathing out a quiet huff of her own. The bench itself forced her to spread her knees. Rear hiked up and back as she pulled the curtain. Darkness surrounded her as the cloth draped itself over her spine, leaving her backside out in the open as she leaned forward. Biting her lip now as she felt her backside become fully exposed to any that walked in. Her nostrils flared as she snorted in embarrassment. Puffing the tent wall out in front of her. Air wafted in and caressed her again, making her burning cunt wink out of raw need. She dropped her cloak to the ground and leaned forward, grasping the handles on the armrest.

Just as the last of the sand trickled down. A shiver raced along her spine as she felt it circle the glass before falling.

Then the tent's interior grew darker and the sounds from without became muffled. It felt as if time itself was slowing. Alise tried to draw a breath, but it felt as if her mind were encased in cold honey.

"Very impressive, my loyal Knight." Lord Vexx's voice was clear and concise, carrying a hint of pride and admiration to it. The phoenix stepped through the tent's flap and smirked. The fabric moved oddly, remaining up even as he stepped inside. "You'll forgive me for stealing a little time. As much as you wish to remain discreet, I do as well." He approached and his hand fell to her haunch, kneading it slowly, spreading her open. "So I am stretching a few seconds out for as long as I need. Now, I believe we had a deal."

He pulled his robe open, with her extended sight, Alise watched as his avian body morphed and shifted. Those slender legs grew thicker, toes melding into powerful hooves. Between one second and the next, the phoenix adopted the look of a hippogryph. "This," he reached down to feel his heavy sac and plump sheath, "should suffice."

The bench shifted on its own as he stepped toward. Despite the male standing upright, she could hear his voice in her ear, "Remember though," he stroked his equine cock. Grinding the thick head across her aching petals. "Stay quiet, lest all know the great Alise Emberfury is available to," pressing his tip to her, he gripped her hips and slammed his body forward, "breed."

One fell plunge drove every inch of that royal cock into her. Alise felt her spine tense and lift, back arching in slow motion as instinct made her present herself. Eyes widened with agonizing slowness as the magical male drove every inch he had into her. Not stopping until his balls clapped off her body and medial ring stretched her aching slit.

He was big. Readily the largest male she'd ever seen or felt. Lord Vexx filled every inch of her, his tip crashing against her cervix. With time slowed as it was, her body barely reacted even as her mind raced. Head reeling back as the male grunted, "Which means I will be swift, Mare."

He grunted and wrenched his hips back. Her insides rippled and clenched as swift as they could, but her entire body lagged behind. Still reeling from that first thrust even as the male slammed in again. And again. Each impact shot through her senses before her body could react. Plump backside only just beginning to ripple as the male rutted her like some wild beast.

Alise felt shock and awe course though her at his raw power. To be able to change his form, slow time, and still fuck her? What else was he capable of?

Octavian smirked down at Alise. She was a favorite of his. Loyal, unquestioning, smarter than she appeared, and took well to her powers. Plus he always had a weakness for mares. Still though, she had avoided her duties for some time. That would earn her a small punishment, one befitting of the crime.

The male rolled his shoulders and increased his pace. Robes open and shielding what he was doing to her. Not that any other would notice. He'd be gone before time picked back up, even if Alise was fully aware of everything he did to her. Oh she was wet and clung to him so deliciously. Her body taut with pent up need and desire. Every fiber of her being was screaming for him. For what he was going to gift her. Yes, she would bear him a foal, a healthy one. One that would resemble her far more, at least until it was mature and ready to unleash it's heritage.

It wouldn't be alone. No, she did owe him several offspring. Children every bit as healthy and hearty as she. Octavian grinned as the mere thought sent raw pleasure through him. Twins? No. He grinned at the thoughts. Triplets? How mundane. His pace increased and breathing grew heavier. Five, maybe six all at once, that would be the ticket.

Though it was more than that thought. He could feel his flare dragging on her insides and balls growing tight. Leaning forward, he gripped her hips tighter and delivered several concussive thrusts before slamming in one last time. Grunting as he unloaded into her, painting her deepest reaches with his mystical seed. Flooding her with the fires of his loins until he was panting and spent.

Then he noticed a paint stick nearby and smirked.

Alise's mind was reeling as Vexx rutted her. She could feel her orgasm, or was it orgasms, building in her. The achingly slow tightness coursed through her body as he so casually made use of her. And then she felt it. The flare and bucks, knowing that he would unload into her. Flood her with that rich seed of his. When it hit, it was an inferno. Spunk blazing against her insides, splashing against her battered wall, and pouring through her final barrier. His soldiers invading her temple and laying siege to the waiting eggs.

The first waves of her peak were just cresting as she watched him pick up a paint stick. With a casual grace, he began to write on her. Unused with an arrow aimed at her rear. Needy on the other cheek with another arrow at her freshly seeded pussy. Brood Mare across her lower back. That one would have made her cheeks flush, but she could feel her mind starting to fracture under the slow, stately progress of bliss.

Hands came to rest on her calves and Lord Vexx leaned in. Head pushed through the curtains as he leaned over her and hissed. "Now begins the fun part, Dear Alise. I will leave you here until morning." The pressure on her legs increased. When he pulled his hands away, heavy cloth straps leapt to secure her. "Can't have you leaving and not upholding your end of the bargain. Can we? Though I will allow some leeway. You do not have to be silent. Grunts, moans, other primal noises will be allowed. Just don't let any words slip or the spell of anonymity will end."

Lord Octavian Vexx stood up and pulled out. His cock slipped free with a heavy, wet schlorp and a resounding pop. Yet not a drop of his seed left her. In fact it looked as if she hadn't just been brutally rutted by the largest male she'd ever felt. Her body looked fresh, new, and ready for a stud. He smirked and finished by writing three words across her backside. Give Her Foals.

Then Lord Vexx left her, bound and waiting.

All at once, time came rushing back and crashed into her like a tidal wave. She heard and felt it rush at her, battering her senses and leaving her swimming. It took all she had to not scream out as her multiple orgasms slammed into her all at once. Each rushing and swirling through her mind before the last even had the chance to wane. Even without the magic increasing her sensitivity, the King could have brought her to peak. With that aiding him, it was all she could do to simply remain conscious. Hips bucked and heaved as her pussy winked and trembled. Her excitement squirting from her and across the floor. She grunted and groaned like some feral beast. Head bowed and ears pinned back. The jingle of the bells on her tail all the louder in the tent. Making her keenly aware of how her tail was up and flagged. Exposing her to any onlookers like some… beast ripe for the breeding.