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Breeding Show For Sunkit By Draconicon

It had only been three days since he'd joined the harem, and he was still getting used to his new position. It was...weird, the horse had to admit, being part of the harem. Good - better than he'd hoped - but weird, considering the tastes that his master had that he hadn't expected.

Particularly when it involved something outside of the harem quarters, like today.

The brown and blue stallion strolled down the hallway, his hooves clicking on the floor as he tried not to blush every time that he passed by one of the humans that worked in the building. Every time they looked at him, he was reminded of the fact that the master kept him nude, and it made all the effort he put into ignoring the feeling of his balls swinging back and forth go right out the window. The heavy sensation of his new horse sheath and horse balls just...pulled at him, dragging his attention down to his crotch all the time.

It didn't get much better from behind, either. He might be a giant stallion - standing as tall as his master, and maybe slightly above it - but he still had a big ass, rounded and heavy, and he could feel that swaying around all the time too. Those humans that were good enough not to stare at the front certainly weren't bothered about staring at the back...

Come on, I know I got a big butt, he thought as he looked over his shoulder, seeing four different servants staring at him before he rounded a corner. You don't have to keep rubbing it in.

Despite the embarrassment, he kept walking, trying to keep his mind where it belonged; at the service of his master.

Master Draconicon said that he needed me in the throne room. I wonder just what he wanted...

A few minutes later, he finally reached the big hall, and immediately started blushing as every eye of every petitioner turned his way. The horse tried to play it off, but he could feel his sheath swelling already, getting fuller and fuller as he walked towards the base of the stairs leading up to the black dragon above.

He stopped, trying to ignore the feeling of dozens, hundreds of eyes on his sheath and his balls. His cock was dropping, he could already feel it, but he managed not to moan. Barely.

"H-hi, Master."

Stuttering, however....He blushed, clearing his throat.

"You wanted me?"

"Yes, my stallion, I did."

The dragon gestured towards the crowd, and Strike turned to face them. There had to be over a hundred different humans out there, including some that he recognized from college. He wondered if they knew it was him, yet; he hadn't told anyone that he would be joining the harem, but they might recognize some part of him.

His master continued.

"As you can see, everyone, I've recently come into possession of a rather lovely piece of horse-meat. He's quite the...endowed one, and very, very enjoyable. I, of course, will never be indulging in that piece of meat he's dropping for us right now -"

His cheeks burned all the brighter at the reminder of his cock descending from his sheath, falling down in a long, wrinkled bit of flesh before it started to fill out. The more that people stared, the more it started growing, pushing upwards as his master kept talking.

"- but that doesn't mean that the rest of you shouldn't have something of a show. After all, this is a possibility for anyone that wishes it, when it comes down to it. The power of dragons can give most anyone a chance to be...better, than what they currently are, and I know that even if you or your current lover are satisfied with what you have, it can always be better."

He felt like a product demonstration, but that didn't exactly hurt his arousal. If anything, his cock kept growing faster and faster, the head flaring out and the shaft stretching as it filled with blood. Strike bit his lip, trying to keep from moaning, but as the crowd stared at him ever more intently, he couldn't help himself.

It got worse when he started noticing boners popping up in the pants of some of the men in the crowd, and he squirmed as he felt his hole start to twitch, starting to feel a hunger for some dick in him. He ignored it, somehow.

"But of course, size is only one thing. Stamina, staying power, and other things are also quite important. Thankfully, all of this becomes rather, shall we say, second nature when you allow yourself to be enhanced."

"T-thank you, Master."

"Oh, don't thank me, Strike. You're about to demonstrate it."

"What?"

"Yes. I had to ask around for something like this, but it seems that there were some farmers with some equipment almost perfectly suitable for this. After some modifications...Men, bring it in."

Bring...what did he...oh my god...

If he had thought he was blushing before, his face felt like an inferno as two workers brought in a large post. It was covered in leather on the top, with a metal base and a rather slick-looking hole right in the middle of it. They set it down in front of him, putting it through a series of adjustments until it was right at crotch height.

They'd found a breeding post. They'd found a...a breeding post.

He didn't even have a chance to say anything. The two workers - they had to be farmers, with how they were already ready for this - grabbed him by his cock, slathering it with lube before pushing the head down to the puckered hole in the post. His master addressed the crowd as he struggled with his humiliation.

"My horse, here, will now show you just how much endurance he has. Strike, you may commence the breeding show."

"Master -"

He whinnied as one of the workers suddenly smacked his ass, right over the footprint mark on his hip. He thrust forward out of instinct, and immediately let out a moan as his cock was swallowed up in the slick, wet tube inside of the post. Strike slumped forward, his hands wrapping around the side of the post, his hips twitching as they worked his cock in deeper, then deeper still, only his medial ring slowing him down as he hit the halfway point of over a foot and a quarter.

As the ring slurped and popped into the tube, he started humping mindlessly, thrusting forward in deep, sporadic thrusts. Animal instincts pulled themselves out of hiding and drove him forward, leaving him hunched over the top of the post as he kept thrusting, his heavy balls dangling down far enough to smack at the very bottom of the post with every thrust.

Despite the power of his new instincts, though, Strike could still feel the eyes of everyone on him. Some of the women turned away, as did some men, while others continued to stare at just how huge he was, how bestially he slammed into the tube.

He throbbed all the harder, particularly as his master kept talking.

"As you can see, he's quite well endowed, rivaling many breeds of normal horses and exceeding some of them. His cock is quite sensitive, as well, to the point where he can't hide his pleasure, even if he tries."

Strike moaned out loud, shivering as he bottomed out in the tube, his eyes rolling back, his back arching. The dragon chuckled.

"See? No matter how well you think you're doing with your lover now, you'll always doubt it compared to this. And for you men, imagine how good it would feel to have a cock this sensitive. It would make sex with one of your strange condoms feel as good as sex without, and sex without...why, quite good indeed..."

The crowd, almost against its will, slowly started moving around him. Strike wanted to hide himself, but his body wouldn't listen, humping away harder and faster, digging his cock deeper into that tight hole. He couldn't stop them as they gathered around him, some of the crowd bending down to see his balls smacking off of the tube, others walking to the side to see just how big he actually was.

It was driving him nuts, his cheeks turning his face almost red with his embarrassment, but at the same time his cock throbbed harder than ever. His pucker was clenching with need, but he knew that he would get no help there. The master only wished to show off his cock.

He pulled back a bit further, trying to pull out of the tube, but no sooner had he pulled back to the flared head than he got spanked again. Whinnying, he slammed in once more, driving his cock in deep.

Again, spank, thrust, whinny.

Again, spank, thrust, whinny.

Four times he went through it, until he finally couldn't hold back any longer. He screamed as he arched his back, bottoming out in the tube. As he came, a condom on the other side suddenly ballooned outwards, growing in a massive spurt of cum. One after another rope of it shot out, filling the condom further and further.

Some of his 'audience' grabbed it, holding it as it filled up, and Strike had the 'luck' to be able to see it filling with cups, then liters of cum. It had to be magic, drawing that much out of him; it certainly didn't feel like he'd shot that much.

"Strike, pull out."

He obeyed, slowly dragging himself back. He was so sensitive that it almost hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. As his flared head popped out, his cock bounced, pointing up towards the ceiling. Though it was soaked in lube and cum, it was just as hard as it had been when he'd thrust in, and most of the audience stared at it with eyes wide, if not with mouths wide open.

Oh god, they're all staring. What do I do? What do I -

"And best of all, he can keep going. No need to wait."

"M-Master, please, I -"

"You know you can keep going, Strike. Back to work."

The 'workers' helped him back to the post, and his cock was fed right back in. As soon as he felt the clenching around his stiff shaft, he moaned and went back to humping, unable to stop himself, and unable to take the stares all around him. His only relief was -

"Okay, now, back to giving your petitions. I just wanted to let you know an option for all of you. You can check on him on your way out, if you really want."

That means he'll...he'll keep me here until they're done? But that'll be hours! Yet, even knowing that, he couldn't stop...and his cock got even harder.

The End