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Heiken kept his posture as refined as he could. The warhorse's eyes scanned the hall steadily, his ears tilted towards any new sound. He was the very model of a guard. Which, in any other circumstance, would be a step down for the grand soldier. He held back a sigh and shifted ever so slightly. His caparison shifted as he did. Not something he wore often, but this was a diplomatic mission. Every single person from the Prince down to the lowest squire had to keep themselves covered.

Still strange custom, he though to himself. Needing to keep everyone covered, even the intelligent ferals? There had been jokes when they saw less-intelligent creatures strolling around naked. I'm not going to judge local customs too harshly, he sighed to himself. Akanja had gone on about the history of the traditions on the trip here. The Prince had been rather fascinated by it. Well, either that or he'd sought to bore Heiken with it as well. Could never tell with Royals.

Even harder to tell with foreign nobility.

They were here on a diplomatic mission, more or less. Prince Akanja was here to negotiate a marriage between himself and Mandal. Which was strange, or at least Heiken thought so, but again, nobility. If Heiken ever found himself fancying a mare, all he had to do was sidle up to her, start to talk and...

He shook his head to get those thoughts out of his head. Calm yourself, he reminded himself, you're a guest here at the Royal Palace. Bad enough needing to dress up, but he also had to dress up in a way that wouldn't hide it if he became excited. They're fine with seeing my balls and sheath swaying in the breeze, but they want to know the instant I drop? Hard to tell if they're prudish or perverted.

Either way, they were very restrictive of ferals like him. One sign of impropriety and they'd slap one of their Seal devices on him. Something meant to keep him ready for the joust, so to say, while also humiliating him. He didn't have the details on how the device worked, but he had heard enough about them.

From what he knew, the Seals would somehow attach themselves to the aroused party. For males, it was more like a strap, and for females it was seemingly a plug or something. There were stories abound about what they did. Though they ranged wildly, going from making one impotent to merely being a kinky toy. The general consensus was that they, somehow, kept one aroused and in a stupor. Some way to shame whoever they were attached to. He suspected some sort of magic, but no one would give them any firm details. Which aggregated.

His eyes drifted to an anthro servant walking the halls. The weasel nodded ever so slightly at him and kept on their way. Third time they've passed. Probably been told to make sure I didn't make a mess on the marble. There was a pretty strong temptation to wait for the servant to walk past, just so he could lift his tail a bit. See how the weasel reacted then. He smirked quietly to him, lip twitching just a little as the thought rolled around his head. No, they’d probably have a fit. Run off to find someone and talk about the guard that dropped a pile right in the hall.

A quiet click made his ear twitch towards the door behind him. Akanja was in the room with the Princess Mandal. Getting to know each other or canoodling, or whatever it was that nobility did when left alone. They could be doing anything from fucking to playing some board game.

Heiken’s ears swiveled around as the door creaked open. He swung his head around and glanced back, seeing the Princess peering out around the door. Her pelt was an almost unnatural looking gold color. It shimmered even under her layers of clothing as she looked at him. Her bright “Guard…” she started, then got a better look at him, “General Heiken, would you mind joining me?”

Mandal motioned her head, "General, I need to see you inside my chambers. It's urgent." Heiken felt a touch of worry stirring through him. She must have read it on his features and quickly added, "Nothing is wrong. I just need to see you inside. Now."

Duty wouldn't let him say no to a noble, even if his instincts were grumbling at him. Granted, a part of him urged him to stay out here. Follow the orders given to him by Akanja to just wait and make sure nothing went wrong. At the same time, he'd been told to play nice with the others and be on his best behavior. Surely, just listening to her majesty would be on the 'play nice' list as well. "Of course, Your Highness."

She stepped back as Heiken stepped into her chambers. Sharp eyes scanning the rooms quickly. They were about what he'd expect for someone of her rank. A sitting room with several lounge-style seats, clearly meant for ferals, as well as a couple anthro-styled chairs. Some shelves with pretty trinkets and books, simple ornamentation. Beyond that, he could see the hints of a bedroom through partially open doors. No sign of Akanja though, which made him worry a little.

"His Highness went for a little walk, he had to clear his head, " Mandal said in a breathy sigh. Rolling her eyes and shaking out her mane a little. "So I thought it might be prudent to speak to you as well. Since, if He and I are to be wed, I would be spending a great deal of time around you as well."

Heiken had to agree that it made sense, in a round about way. "I very much appreciate the gesture, Majesty." He glanced at her, admiring the golden hue of her pelt and the delicate layers of clothing she had. The light fabric almost sheer, but in a way that only hinted at what lay beneath. As she moved around him, he couldn't help but take a little sniff. Her perfume was light, floral, but with some earthy undertone that made his body warm. "However, I am just a soldier." Heiken breathed out a gentle laugh, "I doubt you would find my company amusing."

She turned and looked at him through lashes that seemed impossibly long, "Is that so?" The mare breathed out a little sigh, "Well, then allow me to skip the formalities." She turned to pace away from him, but stopped near his head. "I want you to eat me out."

That made Heiken stop and blink. "P-pardon me, M'lady?"

The golden mare strolled up beside him, "I want you to shove your nose under my gown, right up under my tail, and then get to work. I don't want you to stop until I've had my pleasure." Heiken stared at her, the larger warhorse pulled his head back and looked rather surprised. She truly couldn't be asking him to do that? Not only was she far above his station, but she was royalty, set to be wed to his Prince.

Lips brushed his ear as she craned her head, "If you don't, I'll scream for the guards." His head snapped around and she stared at him coolly. "A noble, well-regarded, feral male came into the bed chambers of the princess and forced his brutish self on me?" there was a cold glint in her eyes; "Tell me, who would they believe?"

Heiken felt his blood run cold and ears fell back. She was right. Here in this place, not only was he a foreigner, but he was one that they had a particular distaste for. It wouldn't matter if he wasn't sealed or anything of the sort. Her word alone would be enough to get him ejected at least. Perhaps even worse should it come to that. A single word, a mere sentence from her could crush him, ruin his reputation, and worse, ruin the talks.

And she knew it. "There we are," she breathed out and turned ever so slightly, tail lifting. "Now be a good beast."

"Yes, M'lady," he grumbled, letting his displeasure and reluctance be known. Not that she seemed to mind, in fact, it seemed like her tail just lifted that much higher. He took a breath and dipped his large head down.

No matter what, you can't let her get to you. Heiken breathed to himself as he moved closer. If you begin to show any sign of arousal, then you'll wind up caught and displayed. Though that is a worst case scenario. Best case, you embarrass yourself and Akanja. If he had asked the Prince what was worse, the embarrassment would be higher up than being caught. Though that was a diplomatic thing. He was sure there was some reason it was ‘the worst case’ but it was beyond his station. Either way, being caught would mean getting one of those accursed Seals on me. They'd seen some other four-legged creatures with seals. Being paraded and boo'd as they came in. He was certain it was a show, something to warn them about what would happen if they offended the delicate sensibilities.

Heiken took a breath, steadied himself, and moved in before the Princess could grow impatient.

Getting around her clothing was a task in and of itself. While his own garments were a mere single layer wrapped around him, hers were layer upon layer of light cloth. It took him a good moment of dipping his head and lifting to get under everything. The fabric was light enough that light still filtered through, giving him a dim view as his head lifted. Sleek golden thighs groomed so perfectly. Her pelt shined on those shapely, athletic thighs. Sturdy haunches spoke of a hearty mare, more than capable of taking a stallion like him. Right up to the pale flesh of her privates. Flesh that was already swollen ever so slightly, glistening with excitement, and winked right as his head lifted. Almost as if she had planned it. The flex of her privates exposing the mare's engorged clit, those flushed inner lips, and released a drip of fluid before him. Every instinct of his immediately reared and bared its teeth. She is ready, his primal mind screamed, s_he wants you._ Heiken couldn't help but curl his lips and breathed in. He felt his sheath immediately tighten as his manhood throbbed.

No, he chided himself, tamp it down. The warhorse clenched his own thighs and tried to push his mind somewhere else. Which was a rather monumental task given where he was.

And she made matters that much worse by bucking ever so slightly. Just a little hop that pushed her hips up and back towards him. "Well?" she asked, "What are you waiting for? A golden invitation?"

Heiken took a deep breath through his mouth, trying his best to not inhale her intoxicating aroma. The warhorse leaned in and ran his thick tongue over her body. She was warm, soft as could be, and that little moan made his body shiver. Heiken narrowed his eyes and tried to focus. Tamping down on his own urges as his muscles tightened and quivered. Fighting even as his tongue pushed out and ran over her outer lips. Just a quick lick that made her huff and push back again. Body winking before him as her own breath caught in her throat.

This is nothing, just another training exercise. He had enlisted a couple rather willing and eager mares to help him hone his concentration. One, a rather sleek scout he knew, and another who might have been a ploughhorse in another life. Both deeply in need and more than eager to watch their commander squirm. While the scout had slung insults and chiding comments at him, it had been the larger mare that was more challenging. Her deep grunts and all but shoving her pussy around his face had made him drop more than once.

She's nothing compared to the hell those two put me through. Heiken realized as he licked around Mandal's pussy. Even though her moans were sweet and her scent had his inner beast rearing and snorting, she was rather ordinary. Each noise was the low, measured breath of someone who likely had to hide herself from servants and others. The stamp of her hooves was delicate and more a quiet shuffling. She kept herself quiet, even when his lips curled around her clit and slurped wetly around it. That motion enough to make her haunches shudder and jerk back towards him.

"Oh," she breathed out, "you are so much better than Akanja." Heiken's ears perked as he continued his task. Lips flared as he leaned in, engulfing as much of her peach as he could before pulling away with a pop. "It took a lot more coaxing to get him under my dress." Hooves clicked on the floor as she stepped her hinds apart. Heiken drove his tongue into her and drew a louder gasp from the mare. Muscles clenched around his tongue and shuddered. "Ah... Ha!" she gasped, "t-then he barely even licked me. Took... Mmmph, took him so long to..." she gasped as the warhorse drove his tongue into her again and slurped. "Oh close..." she breathed and stamped quietly. "He was middling at best but he didn't get hard."

Reminded of the mission, Heiken tightened his muscles again. He focused on the task at hand. Thinking of his soldiers, his duties, his Prince, anything but what he was doing right now. Focus on the training, he reminded himself. Thinking back to that heavy mare and her deliciously wide haunches. How she had grunted and groaned under him. Then the sweet reward as he brought her to climax. Followed by her bracing her hips and letting him mount...

"Oooh," Mandal breathed out and hunched. His tongue flicked against her. Dancing between playing with her outer lips, clit, and simply diving deep into her. Her rear hopped up and back, grinding her folds against his muzzle. Heiken snorted, wanted to pull back, but he kept pushing on. Eyes narrowed as his tongue dove into her. He did all he could not to breathe in her scent as she hopped again. Golden rear bounced off his muzzle and she practically slid down his face. Coating his face in her juices as she groaned, huffed, and moaned at him.

Calm, calm be calm, Heiken kept chanting to himself. Doing his best to stay on task and ignore what every signal was doing to his body. Even as the mare pushed and bucked hard enough to nearly drive him back a step. He kept at it. Pushing his tongue into her, biting her haunches and pussy, slurping at her, and pulling out every trick he knew to get this over with.

It didn't take more than a moment. Mandal planted all fours, arched, and lifted her tail. He felt her shudder, followed by a low, panting grunt from the mare. Her pussy winked in front of him again as she practically exploded. Excitement coating his face as he pulled back with a huff. Her garments fell away from his face as the warhorse staggered back a step, taking deep breathes to clear his senses. His face felt flushed, the air of the room shockingly cool against his senses. Relief came a beat later as he didn't feel the familiar thump of an erection against his belly. Managed, but only just.

Mandal hung her head and looked back at him with a heavy pant. Her eyes were half-lidded in pleasure as her entire body shook in orgasmic bliss. "Congratulations," she panted after a second, "I have never in my life felt that good." Her eyes turned cold as her gazed drifted down. A look of disgust turned her features, "Pity. Seize him."

Too late Heiken felt that cool waft of air across his member. He hadn't succeeded in fully restraining himself, or perhaps he'd allowed himself to relax a moment too soon. The realization that he'd dropped happened at the same instant he discovered they weren't alone.

Snap!

A heavy weight snapped into place around the base of his member and the warhorse began to scream. Before he could draw breath, that ring around his cock tightened and he felt a surge of pure arousal course up his spine. The half-hard member surged to life and cracked off his belly with a wet THWACK! His head swam and vision blurred, but he kept his feet under him. Before he could think of recovering, a shape darted from behind some furniture and shot at his head. Instinct drove Heiken's head back, but the attacker seemed to anticipate this.

The weasel shoved something against his hand and leapt, springing up off his shoulder and around. Heiken felt something hard pressing against teeth and lips before the servant's weight wrenched his head back. A second darted to his side and grabbed the other side of the gag, holding it as the weasel darted over and down his neck, pulling the gag tight. Heiken's jaws were forced open as the gag pulled painfully tight against his lips. Stretching his jaws and silencing the stallion.

Worse, the weight of the attacker threw him off balance. The warhorse staggered, head still reeling from the Seal that had been placed around his cock. He could feel it, throbbing around his cock. A low, magical buzz that jangled against his nerves. Ringing from the base of his cock up to the tip, then back around up his spine. A constant, thrumming tremble that shook through him in a way that he was utterly unfamiliar to. His head swam, legs wobbled, knees threatened to give out on him with every passing second.

His attackers knew this and pressed their advantage. Swarming him from all sides. Ropes lashed around his legs, whipped at his hide, struck his flanks, and then wrapped about his balls and cock.

It was as he felt that rope tighten around his swinging sac that some instinct broke through the growing haze. Heiken's foot curled and lashed out. Pulling the rope around it tighter, drawing the servant in. He didn't know if they dodged or if his hoof caught them. For a breath, he could feel the ropes loosen.

Immediately followed by every last strand snapping taut. His head rolled and jerked, eyes watering as the ropes pulled on the seal and his balls. As well as the ones about this hooves. They skidded on the smooth floor, and came to a stop, leaving him in an awkward pose. Upright, but only just, legs trembling as his body surged with pain and arousal.

"Just look at you," Mandal sneered at him. "What a vile, base creature you are." Her stride was light, hooves ticking off the floor as she moved around him and the servants slowly. Heiken followed her with his eyes, head shaking as he tried to gather his breath. "And it's not just you, it's every creature like you. Filed only with the base desires to... Rut and fornicate," her eyes lowered as Heiken's cock throbbed, lifting and smacking off his belly again. A hearty drop of precum spilled as his tip flared, barely hidden under his clothing, "Always making such a mess everywhere you go. Revolting. Makes me ashamed to share an association." She huffed and tossed her head. "No one will believe anything you say, you know. Especially not my father." She approached and leaned in to whisper into his ear. "You could have come here, resplendent and shining, perfectly groomed and immaculate. Been on your best behavior, and he'd still look down upon you. With you like this? Now?" she laughed and threw her head, "You'll be lucky if he only humiliates you. Seeing you in this state" she jerked her head.

Servants moved in and quickly removed his caparison. Sharp knives and clever hands made short work of stripping him bare, leaving him fully exposed to the Princess and her staff. Her head pulled back and look of absolute disgust crept over her features. "It is a good thing I never intended to marry your Prince. The mere thought of having such a..." her eyes followed as his cock swung down, then lifted again as the Seal throbbed and made his flesh crack off his belly. "thing inside me?" Her nostrils flared and the mare breathed slowly before shaking her head, "Horrifying. The thought of having a stallion on top of me, grunting, drooling, and putting that... Object inside me?"

Mandal wheeled on him and snarled, "Disgusting, brutish, concupiscent beast!" She lashed out and bit at his neck with her flat teeth. Heiken would have yelped if it wasn't for the gag in his jaws, or the general haze from the Seal. Still, he found himself jerking away. Her teeth clacking dangerously as she pulled away from his thick hide.

She took a slow breath and seemed to gather herself. "It is a good thing I was able to get you into such a state so easily." She turned away from him, Heiken noticing how her tail was flagged somewhat. "Get him ready to present to the King. I need to prepare myself as well."

Heiken watched her leave and knew she had to do something. His mind felt sluggish, his body heavy. Still, he managed to wrestle himself up and glance about. Four people on the ropes on my legs. As he watched, the servants shuffled. "Take this," a voice said to his right. He dared a glance over, Make that five. The fifth was the weasel that had gagged him. They were handing a rope off to one of the others and moving in front of him.

"Come on, Beast."

Now was his chance. Heiken feigned a stumble as the weasel grabbed at the strap of his gag. The others shuffled with him, trying to keep up with the large warhorse. He staggered the other way then lashed out with a hard kick. Rage and desperation fueled his body and he felt his hoof connect with a dull thud and a crack. "Oh shi!" was all the servant's got before the warhorse exploded into action.

They'd caught him off guard before, and the magic had put him into a near stupor. Even now, he was far from his best. Kicking this way, lashing out that, throwing his head and hooves. See, that was the problem with lashing ropes to someone's limbs. Sure, you were in control of them to a degree. Let that slip a bit, and well, you were tied to them just as much as they were tied to you. Most people weren't as large or as heavy as a warhorse, so he had the advantage there.

Where he fell short was when one started to run away. Taking care of four of them was easy, but the weasel at his head rolled with the slam and came up running. Heiken snorted and tried to charge after him. Between the tiled floor and the ropes trailing, the stallion could only do so much. Especially as the ropes whipped and caught on furniture. He nearly dropped as one wrapped around a couch and pulled hard at his balls. The stallion caught himself short and stopped the weasel from getting past him. Thundering after the weasel as it darted and dove around furniture. Clearly trying to get to the door, but Heiken was using his body to block as best he could.

"What is going on?"

Heiken jerked his head around and saw Akanja standing in the door. He tried to call out to his highness, but movement drew his attention back. The warhorse kicked out as the weasel used the distraction to dart past him. Heiken snorted and shook his head, "Mmph!" as the servant shot out from under the couch and went under him. The warhorse stomped and danced around, but the weasel was quick, shockingly so. Tumbling under him and making for the door. Heiken misplaced a kick and went down with a heavy thud that drove the breath from him.

Thank the heavens that Akanja wasn't one to be stunned too long. Before the servant could make it near the door, he lashed out as well. One hoof kicked forward as another went back. Twin impacts of hoof on body and door sounded at the same time. The weasel crumbled and fell back, tumbling limply. Akanja barely spared a glance as the door slammed shut behind him, hurrying over. "What the blazes..."

The dappled gray stallion hurried alongside the larger, solid gray male. "Let me guess, Mandal demanded you come in?" He huffed as Heiken nodded. The large stallion Wheezed to get air back into his lungs. It felt like the seal was trying even harder to fight him now. Heiken's hips hunched as raw, almost painful, pleasure shot up his length and throbbed into his head. The stallion groaned and shuddered, body quaking as his hips rocked forward. Sensitive, flared tip grinding between belly and floor. He rolled onto his side and huffed in minor relief as his cock sprang free into the air. Head rolling, he stared up at Akanja with quiet desperation.

"Oh bothersome," the Prince huffed, "Think I see what her plan was. Let me just try and..." he leaned down to grab the seal in his teeth and pull. Heiken grunted as the Princes' teeth tried to grab at the seal. The band was pretty tight against his own cock, so he was very keenly aware of Akanja as he pulled and tugged. Lips flicking against his flesh, only adding to the tease that the warhorse already felt.

AH why did this have to happen, Akanja thought to himself. Especially why did it have to happen with Heiken? Shoving his nose that close to Heiken's privates, he could smell the warhorse's rich scent. As much as some primal instinct had wanted him to respond to Mandal's scent, there was just something about Heiken's that made his eyes roll ever so slightly. He huffed, trying to focus on the task at hand. Working his teeth on the seal to try and pry it free. Even if doing so meant that his tongue and lips would play against that glorious, throbbing, masculine cock. Nostrils flared as he took a shaky little breath. Then another, his eyes lidding more. "Damnable thing," he muttered under his breath as he tried to lick and lip at the seal to get it off. He couldn't make it budge, not without tending to Heiken's flesh as well. Each tug made the warhorse grunt around his gag and rock his hips. Which only made matters worse as the larger male's groin and sac tapped against Akanja's muzzle.

Heiken's eyes rolled around in his head. It was driving him up the wall. The more Akanja's muzzle tried to free him of that seal, the more it seemed to fight. Bad enough that the thing was pulsing and humming against him, but it felt like the Prince was actively licking on him. His silver tongue darted and flicked against Heiken's flesh, trying to catch the seal, to turn it, something. Yet all the warhorse could imagine was how good it felt to have his cock tended to. His tip flared wider and precum dripped onto his body and the floor as the Prince worked.

A hint of movement caught his eye and the warhorse rolled his head. Worry surged through him. Was it a servant, some soldier sneaking up on them? Could it be...

Heiken's eyes widened as he saw Akanja's cock sway under him. The Prince wasn't fully erect, but he was well on his way there. Heiken felt a few things fall into place and he couldn't help but groan. Of course that’d explain why she wasn’t able to get a rise out of him. Heiken always had a feeling about Akanja, but hadn’t brought it up. It wouldn’t be proper to do so, and neither was it his business. Though if we get out of here, he and I are gonna have a talk. One that would probably end in something messy and sweaty.

Movement caught his attention and Heiken rolled his head. The weasel was getting up, rubbing his head slowly. A silent snarl formed on the weasel’s mouth as he moved quietly to one of his compatriots. Heiken spotted the male pulling a seal out of the pocket of one of his cohorts. The warhorse squirmed, tried to call out. Writhing on the ground as he tried to get his feet under him, warn the prince, something, anything!

Time almost seemed to slow to a crawl. The weasel locked eyes with Heiken and a cruel smile crawled over his lips. He turned the Seal over in his hands slowly, fingers sliding along the inscribed runes. Scratching one here, scraping another there. As he did, the magic within the device began to pulse stronger. Lights fluttered along its length. He could almost feel the power gathering. His own Seal tightened and thrummed, as if resonating with it. Yet he could do nothing as the weasel casually approached behind Akanja. Heiken tried to thrash, but it only frustrated his would-be savior. Behind you! he screamed in his own mind. Watching with dread as the servant reached up slowly. Pulsing strap thrumming brighter as Akanja’s cock surged and lifted, thumping the male’s belly. Then fell towards the waiting strap with painful slowness.

“Hold still,” Akanja huffed. The princes’ cheeks flushed as his jewelry shook. He was still trying to work that seal off his friend’s length. Tongue bathing the cock as his lips lapped at it. Trying to find any bit of purchase on the item he could. Bad enough that hearing Heiken grunt and groan was giving him all sorts of ideas. Now the warhorse was actually bucking towards him. Gods above, Akanja breathed to himself as his mind fed him all sorts of ideas. Delightfully providing him with thoughts on how it might feel to get the warhorse on top of him. To feel how this big cock slammed into him. To squeal like a mare as...

CLACK!

Akanja couldn't even squeal as the Seal snapped into place around his cock. His head spun to see the weasel behind him with a wicked grin. Some part of the royal stallion told him to kick out, to drive the male away. Yet as the magical device thrummed and shot raw, throbbing pleasure through him, the Prince could only gasp in dismay as he all but collapsed beside Heiken. His head twisted around uncomfortably, nose all but buried against the larger male's privates. He took a breath, tried to steady himself, but his entire body felt like jelly right then.

The seals burned, growing hotter as they fed off the stallions’ pent up lusts. Not hot enough to harm, but enough to make both uncomfortable. Heiken squirmed, grunting into the gag. Akanja writhe, trying to push away, but only nuzzling harder into his friend's privates. Heiken's eyes rolled as he watched the weasel stroll around them. A look of absolute disgust on his face.

Heiken's stomach fell as the weasel made it to the door and pried it open. Guards rushing in before he could call. Seems they'd heard the commotion and were already on their way. “Secure them,” the weasel grunted as more, well trained soldiers swarmed over them. Securing ropes to Akanja while untangling the ones on Heiken. They began to kick and prod, wrestle and wrangle. Forcing the pair onto their feet. Heiken was able to find something more stable footing. His training helping him stay somewhat focused despite the haze that was clouding his mind. Akanja had training, but he was far more unstable on his feet. The poor noble was staggering and swaying with each throb of his own cock. His head hung low and maw as open as he panted, having to fight to even stay upright.

“See Father, just as I told you.”

This is the last thing we need right now, Heiken lamented to himself.

Mandal strode in proudly, head and tail lifted. She glared down her muzzle at Heiken, eyes darted to Akanja, then away with a look of disgust on her face. “He,” she snorted at Akanja, “tried to woo me into a... rut then went for a walk. At which point this one,” she flicked an ear at Heiken, “entered my chambers and tried his hand at it. I am just lucky that Borak came in and rallied some men to come to my rescue.”

The King, his Royal highness Omar the Just, crossed his arms and let out a low snort. The camel strolled towards them, then stopped and glared at Heiken and Akanja. “Vile, disgusting beasts, the lot of them.” Lip curled into a sneer as he glanced under the stallions, just as Heiken's cock surged upwards and cracked off his belly. Akanja, still at the warhorse's flank, followed suit a moment later. “Worse still, this one seems to be far more interested in other stallions.” Omar reached up and rubbed the back of his head with a low sigh. “Some things could be overlooked perhaps, given the situation, but this?”

Heiken's head and eyes rolled as the King began to give a speech. The words fell into a low drone against his senses. The Seal was getting maddening. Now that the King was here, it felt like they were only increasing in potency. Could it be because of how they worked? The longer they stayed on, the worse it became? Perhaps there was some other thing that the King or one of his servants had that made it worse. Heiken could feel that thing humming. The sensation moving along his cock, sliding from base to tip and back. He groaned at the torment of it and hunched. Feeling how his tip flared wider, precum spilled from him. Raw bliss shot through him in quick waves before driving down his length. Almost feeling like a ready mare under him, bucking and driving back into him with all the vigor she could muster.

Then, just as his balls began to tighten, it stopped. Every sensation left his privates until he felt numb. His ram was left, twitching and trembling, balls tensed and dropped, but didn't release. It was all he could do to just huff and tremble at the ache that surged through his body at the denial. It would fade over the next few moments. Only to then build again as that pulsing returned. Humming viciously along his cock and teasing his tip and base. Working him up into a frenzy before abandoning him right on the cusp of his release. Heiken's body shook, sweat clung to his shoulders and rolled down his muzzle. He lifted his head and found Mandal smirking viciously at him.

Omar moved closer, then hesitated, “Rather powerful, aren't they beast?” His lip curled with a look of raw disgust. “It will keep you like that until we decide to do something about it. I believe that we will start with a public humiliation. Drag you and this... “He waved his hand at Akanja, “to the Square and make examples of you.” The camel stopped and looked at Heiken for a moment. “Why is your... “He trailed off and leaned in. Lips curling and nostrils flexing. “Mandal my dear, why is your scent all over this creature?”

Movement just beyond the golden mare. Heiken's eyes swayed from the King to that. Servants moving, holding the female version of a Seal. For males it was a rather large strap that would twine around their cocks. For females? It was more conical, rounded smooth, it was decidedly plug shaped with a wide, flared base these servants gripped.

“I don't know what you mean, Father,” she said all too smoothly.

Admittedly, he felt a grim satisfaction as the servants moved. He got to see the raw fluidity of their motions as they lifted her gown and drove the lubricated device into her. Heiken got to watch as her expression erupted from haughty, to that instant of confusion, then shock before her eyes nearly crossed and the mare's entire body shook. Her haunches quaked as the servants pressed harder. One even drawing back to slam their fist into the base. Her jaws dropped open and knees all but buckled as it seated itself so deep inside her.

Silence for a breath. Then a chime.

“Well,” Omar started, “seems that perhaps we have more animals here than I first thought.” He turned towards the Princess, but didn't look at her. His gaze slightly above her head, staring at the wall. “I gave you every opportunity, lifted you from the dregs of... “He shook his head and spat in disgust, “You allowed a mere beast, a lowly warhorse, to... To... “ lips curled as he snarled, “eat you out like some common farm animal!”

Mandal tried to explain, tried to even form words. Her legs all but buckled as the Seal did its work. Heiken felt the pulse along his cock, and knew that the others were in a similar situation. The sensation only grew as Omar lifted his hand and held his fingers up. It grew harder, more forceful, building to the point where Heiken was certain that his teeth were going to vibrate out of his head. His body hunched, hips jerked and froze there. Cock lifted and trembled, right on the very cusp of a finish that was never allowed to come. He heard and felt Akanja tremble and lean heavily into him. Saw Mandal as her head dropped and tail flagged. Could only just hear the wet noises as her body grabbed and pulled at the seal, treating it like a stallion's cock. All while the servants and guards stripped her of her fine clothing.

Relief came when Omar dropped his hand. Though it was short lived. “Take them away.”

Movement was slow and sluggish, but that was the purpose. Guards hemmed the trio in from all sides, leaving enough space that the commoners could see their shame. Mandal led the procession, her head low and ears pinned back. Her gait slow, shuffling, almost being puppeted along by the guards more than anything else. They had her legs bound and limited, like one would do with an ornery mare who was set to be bred. If she slowed or stopped, they'd yank on the ropes to force her to keep moving forward.

Heiken followed her close behind. Very close. The guards had fastened a halter around his face and tied him to her rear. All but shoving his face into her. They probably would have fitted his muzzle into her cunt, if the seal hadn't blocked the way. As it was, every time the device would pulse and thrum, he'd get a fresh dose of her excitement across his nose.

To make matters worse, Akanja brought up the rear. The guards had delivered a similar treatment to the Prince. Heiken couldn't take a step without feeling his majesty's breath on his balls. If he stumbled or staggered, the other stallion's nose drove right into his taint. They'd left enough slack there to give Akanja a choice. Either bury his nose into Heiken's ass, or let his balls seat on that royal muzzle.

Stuck in the middle, it took Heiken everything he could manage just to keep moving. Heavy ropes and chains weighed their legs down. Limiting just how far any one of them could step. All three were bound together, nose-to-ass, with only Mandal's regal muzzle left clear. Though she wasn't doing much of anything, her head hung in shame.

Shame that only grew as they were marched into the streets.

Citizens were aware that something was happening, but didn't know what. Slowly, steadily, they gathered crowds. People raced ahead to tell of what was happening. Gathered on the side streets. Crowded as close as the guards would allow. Their words and shouts were a buzz of noise against Heiken's senses. He knew he should know what they were saying, but it was noise. Every step was a labor, a thing born of pure will and exhaustion. He couldn't fight. His head felt heavy, thinking was impossible. Every breath brought him the aroma of excited mare. His dick swung, threatening to drag him down as the tip flared again. His sac felt heavy, as if someone had replaced his balls with a pair of stones. Each step made them sway and crash off his thigh with enough force that it threatened to topple him.

With the citizens’ insults and curses came more things. Spit rained down on Heiken from above and to the sides. Rotten, old produce crashed off him and spilled into the streets. Worst of all was the hands. Grasping, grabbing hands that sometimes slipped past the guards to grab at him. Fingers traced his cock, felt the weight of it, followed the bulging veins, or even just slapped at his turgid length. Voices pressed at him from all sides, some sounding impressed, but they were quickly overshadowed by noises of disgust and distaste. Cries of, “I knew they were just beasts,” mixed with jeering chants of, “How much for the one in front? I need a new brood beast!”

After what felt like hours of being marched in circles, Heiken's hooves thudded onto wood. He wasn't sure where they were, he barely knew the town. On top of that, his face was all but shoved into Mandal and the Seal was making his head throb painfully. A small measure of relief came as guards unbound him from the mare and pulled her away. He didn't have more than a second of clear air before they were dragging him forward as well.

“Down, beast!” one called as they fed ropes through heavy iron rings and pulled. Heiken, as unsteady as he was, was forced down. His head drawn low fast enough that his forelegs all but collapsed under him. More ropes, more hands, and more guards moved him around. Spreading his hinds before they could give out as well, forcing them apart until his legs were all but locked upright. They bound him in a very awkward position. Head and front lowered to the worn wood platform. Ass and privates up and on full display. He could just see Mandal to his left, in a similar position, and Akanja on his right being hauled down.

He had but a second to look before a guard charged him from the front. He had a bucket in his hand and Heiken had but an instant to register it before the coldest water he'd ever felt blasted him in the face. The shock of it brought Heiken back to sharp awareness, head pulling against the heavy ropes as he squealed in rage. Ears twisted as he heard similar splashes from either side, his companions getting the same treatment.

King Omar strode past the trio and up onto a slightly raised platform. He threw his hands wide, “CITIZENS!” the camel bellowed, his voice cutting through the din and silencing the crowd. “I bring to you a great shame. the Envoy from out would-be allies, these... Beasts,” he fell silent for a second as the crowd booed, “dared insult us with their primal filth.” He turned and waved a hand, “Heiken the Horny.”

Wood creaked under the gray warhorse, and the platform he was on began to rotate. Offering a grant view of the bound and firmly erect stallion to all that were gathered.

“Akanja the Sodomite!!” More jeers, a cabbage flew to strike off the Prince's neck as the platform under him began to rotate as well. A smooth, steady motion that brought him nearly nose-to-nose with Heiken before he swung away.

“And our own Mandal, the Princess, the traitor!” Heiken rotated around just in time to see the golden mare as she began to spin as well. If the crowd was loud for the two of them, they erupted for her. Omar had to wait a solid minute for them to quiet enough before he continued. “Our own dear Princess was caught, fornicating with these two foreign beasts! Gladly, gleefully lifting her tail and allowing them to...” Omar hung his head and covered his face with his hands. “After all we had done to her. How we lifted her from her status and gave her everything, to have her behave like this, in our own Palace?” The crowd ate up his theatrics. Booing when he listed their crimes. Cheering as he regaled them with how the guards had managed to contain the threat. More produce flew at them as he showed the injured weasel and played up how brave and bold his noble servant was.

“For his part in these most offensive, most vile, of crimes. We hereby sentence Akanja to face what he longs for the most.” Omar turned and threw his cloak back dramatically.

Heiken was just turning to view as guards approached Akanja and stopped his platform. The dappled stallion was looking rather panicked as the guards wheeled a contraption over him. There, like a battering ram, hung what had to be a model of a stallion's cock, except it was far larger than any Heiken knew of. Easily twice the girth of his own manhood, and he'd often had mares complain on his size.

Akanja squirmed as the guards lubed the toy up and planted the flared tip to his ass. His wide eyes were tearing up as panic and fear managed to writhe their way past the haze from the Seal. Heiken could only watch helpless as guards fed ropes through pulleys and began to draw on them. Akanja's mouth went wide then snapped shut. The stallion groaned, the noise exceptionally high pitched. His entire body tensed as the dildo tried to force its way into his rear. Heiken's own clenched in sympathy and worry.

The platform began to rotate again and he got a perfect view of the Prince's trembling donut. Mashed by the blunt tip of the toy. The guards seemed to take joy in tugging on the ropes, pulling it against him before letting it relax. The crowd chanted, “In, In, IN!” as the platform spun at a stately pace.

Akanja's head jerked as much as the ropes would allow as they forced the unyielding device into him. It's glistening, lubricated surface doing little to ease the passage. Guards pulled one varying sets of ropes. Rocking the device deeper with every pull or yank. They almost seemed to be having a tug of war. One side set on wrenching it out, while the other fought to drive it deeper. For his part, Akanja could only stand in stunned silence, eyes rolled back, tears staining his cheeks. The once proud stallion reduced to a trembling mass as he was spread wider and wider by the toy. His cock twitched, lifting and cracking off his belly. Which only made the crowd that much louder, since he was clearly enjoying it. At least in their eyes.

It took some moments before the guards finished with him. Tying the toy off to keep it firmly lodged in his backside. The crowd erupted as one set of guards ‘gave up’ and allowed the toy to slam the last few inches in. Akanja's hips jerked and his tongue rolled, the royal stallion a mere, panting object. Eyes bleary as he coughed and wheezed. Barely able to keep upright. Every muscle trembled as he whined low in his throat. He tried to shift to become comfortable, but even the mere shift of his weight was enough to make him shudder and still.

King Omar turned, “And next, we punish Heiken the Amorous!”

The platform stopped and Heiken heard the low, slow creaking of wheels. He craned his head and felt his blood run cold. The guards were wheeling something that looked like the rig over Akanja, but his didn't have a dildo attached to it. Rather the device looked rather more like a ram, with a large, clenched fist attached to the end. Heiken's teeth ground into the gag that still stretched his jaws as he writhed. That thing will destroy me! The thought rang through his head, stomach tying itself in knots as he squirmed.

Cold metal brushed against his body, resting just against his privates. His breath started to come in faster, hurried pants as anticipation blended with worry and surged up and down his spine. All while the Seal continued to surge and pulse along his cock. Teasing him that much more with pleasure that had crossed over into discomfort some time ago.

The guards moved around the device, making sure it was lined up and that everything was set. Once they were ready, his platform began to rotate again. A steady, slow spin that showed off Heiken in his state. Bound; helpless; cock continuing to lift and flare as he was brought to the very edge of release only to be denied again; and then there was the ram. It rested against him, swinging ever so slightly as he tried to squirm away. Metal icy cold against his burning hot flesh. The crowd began to cheer and mock him, children squirming with tongues out as they laughed. The guards got into it as well, drawing the ram back and swinging it, only to stop it short of hitting.

“One...“

His heart leapt into his throat as they swung it back and forth. Drawing out the call. The crowd got into it, hands lifting and following the motion of the ram as it was drawn back. That chill all the worse as the guards pulled it up short. Stopping it from impacting at the last moment. Allowing the cold, brass fist to rest oh so tenderly against him. Building the dread with each passing second.

“TWO!”

Heiken was certain he was going to go mad with anticipation. He could see the ram shift, hear the ropes creak, and could see how the crowd moved their hands as well. He started to feel faint as his breathing picked up pace. It had been a lifetime since he had felt fear like this. Adrenaline spiked through his body and sweat began to gather on his flanks. Ears were flat against his head as his heart spun in his chest. Hammering with every ounce of fury it could muster. He knew that any moment now...

Despite his anticipation, the first impact was a surprise. The guards all but leapt forward and fell over themselves as they pulled the ropes. That brass fist slammed into Heiken from behind, catching him just above his aching ball sac. It landed with enough force that the warhorse squealed around the gag, eyes going cross as his entire body shifted forward. The roar of the crowd was overwhelmed by the roar in his own ears. Lights flashed behind his eyes as the very air was driven from his body. The stallion barely managed to gasp around the gag before the second blow came down.

Maybe it was the ropes. It could have been the way the guards pulled. He didn't know, nor did he care that much at the moment. The ram impacted in a slightly different spot on his balls, hitting them directly. Heiken would have collapsed if he could have. His vision went white for a second as he tried to breathe, tried to do anything but squeal in agony.

Somehow the third was even worse. It caught him right on a teste and bounced it up against his own thigh. Cold metal, hard wood, and snapping ropes lashed across his purse as it sailed past and was yanked back. Heiken's gut wrenched as he heaved. The once proud, gray warhorse quickly being reduced to a heaving, shuddering mess.

Hot tears gathered in his eyes and poured down his cheeks as the fourth blow came in. Catching him squarely between the jewels. He might have retched, but he didn't know. The crowd's noise was reduced to a sea of counting and them laughing in amusement at the noise he made. The stallion heaved and gagged around the device in his mouth. Every inch of his body screamed at him, muscled locked and tensed.

A fifth blow came down on him and his world exploded. Heiken might have blacked out, he wasn't sure. It took the guards several buckets of that dread, icy water to bring him back around. His head throbbed and ears rang, only just able to make out that King Omar was speaking again.

“... And since our dear Princess had fallen so far as to shame us. Fallen to the point of wishing to be nothing more than a mere brood mare, I believe it is our duty to grant her this one last gift.” Heiken watched in a daze as the guards ripped the Seal from Mandal's pussy. The golden mare screamed as it came out with a wet pop and a gush of her fluids. Thighs shook as the mare's pussy was left wide open, gaping, for all to see. Unlike the others, she had been allowed to keep turning this entire time, her body on full display for all to see. Her poor pussy trying to clench as she winked, obviously in a state similar to Heiken and Akanja.

Not that it would remain empty for long.

A parade of guards marched onto the rotating platform without missing a beat. They held a strange set of hoses and funnels. The first guard marched right to her rear, planted a hand on her haunches, and coldly shoved his entire arm and the hose into her vagina. Mandal threw her head back as much as she could and screamed at the intrusion. A second guard took full advantage. Moving in as swift as could be, the boar stuffed another hose into her mouth. Followed quickly by a rather thick gag, not unlike the one Heiken had.

While they were busy securing the gag in place, a second joined the first at her backside. Busily stuffing a third hose up her rear. Mandal squiring and trying to kick, but her feet were bound like a breeding mare. Keeping her from doing more than just squealing through the gag and shambling around.

The guard at her pussy nodded to himself and drew his arm back. “Secured one.”

At her head, the guards tightened the gag, “Secured two.”

With the last at her rear giving her flank a hard slap, “Secured three.”

King Omar stepped onto the platform, followed by another swarm of guards pushing a barrel up after. “My poor, misguided girl,” he stared down his nose at Mandal, “You have shamed me. After all I have done, all I have taught you, you are nothing more than an unthinking, feral animal, but rejoice!” he pointed towards the barrel that his guards were opening up. “I have collected semen from every proud stallion at my stables. Every one of the finest, strongest blood. If this is what you want, then this is what you shall receive.”

Tears were streaming down Mandal's cheeks as she threw her head. Screaming into the gag as guards began to pour thick, heavy horse semen into each of the funnels. Heiken watched as she began to cough, sputter, then was forced to swallow each mouthful. Yet still more was poured directly into her through the other two hoses. One, he had to guess, was set to deliver the potent seed right where any good stallion would want his to go. Mandal's sleek stomach soon began to swell, as if she had eaten a large meal. Then it started to bulge as more and more of the barrel was emptied into her.

Her eyes were starting to roll in her head, thick horse punk leaking from her nose. Her body heaved with each ladleful being heaped into the funnels.

Then the guards hefted the barrel and dumped what was left over her. Making sure to pour it from her head down to her haunches. The crowd screamed and yelled in victory as a second barrel was brought up and dumped over her. Turning her once, nearly metallic gold coat a thick, gloppy white.

King Omar strode up with a smaller cask in his hand and looked down his long muzzle at her. “With this, I banish you and strike your name from the Kingdom's ledgers.” He turned the last cask of semen over Mandal's head and let it pour over her slowly. “I will allow you leave from My Kingdom. All three of you, “his eyes darted over the trio, “Once your sentences have been served and your shame known.” The camel shook out the last of the cask before simply putting it on Mandal's head.

He stepped off the rotating platform and looked at the guards. “Keep them awake until they are released. Make sure to refresh the mare every few hours. Release them on the morrow, but do not remove their Seals.” His lips curled in a cruel smile. The King knew that without the keystones, removing a Seal would take a mage. It would be days, weeks even, before they could get them off. No amount of physical force would work. “Until then!” his voice rose, “I must retire and grieve, for my shame is too great.”

Heiken watched as the camel was escorted off by his personal guards. The stallion glared after him for but a second before an egg came sailing out of the crowd. It smashed into his forehead with enough force to shatter it. Leaving the runny innards to pour over his face and eyes. Heiken reeled and tried to squeal, only to have some sort of muck splat off the side of his face.

More and more food rained down on, not only him, but the others as well. Potatoes, rocks, and more pelted his hanging privates. Teens cheered as they nailed his sac with a rather hard spud and made the stallion retch again. He shook his head slowly, trying to clear his head. Only to have dirt, flour, and other things crash against his face, blinding him.

Minutes turned to hours, turned into an eternity. Heiken didn't know how long they'd been up there. Couldn't know. It felt like an unending torment. One breath, he'd be getting pelted with who-knew what. The next a guard would somewhat clean him with a bucket of water to the face. He coughed, sputtered, and then would be nailed by some new object. Sometimes in the face, sometimes not. The crowd always seemed to shrink and then grow. Someone always at the ready with some new thing to torment him or the others. He saw Akanja was in a similar state as he. The Prince sputtered as a guard threw a bucket in his face. His eyes shadowed and dull as he looked at Heiken pleadingly.

Mandal was not offered the courtesy of even the water. Any time the guards wanted to clean her off, they would simply add another cask of fresh semen to the mess that was matting her fur. If her head ever began to droop, one would poke or prod or even twist one of her nipples.

It wasn't long before Heiken lost all sense of time. How long would he be stuck in this ever-rotating hell? He didn't know, for it felt like he had been there his entire life already. Yet, a part of him knew that it was only the beginning.