Renegades: War Horse
Renegades: War Horse
Like most port cities in the Dragon Empire, November City was a centerpiece of trade and transportation within the Empire. November however holds a special place in the eyes of the Empire as the key port for the importation, exportation and sale of slaves. Spreading their influence East the Humans had conquered many smaller nations, and it was usually a day of great activity when the massive war ships would pull into harbor releasing their cargo of returning soldiers and heroes.
Next to the Imperial buildings in the center of the city and the massive walls of the guard towers around the boundaries, nothing stood above the impressive arena and attachments of the slave headquarters. Market places for goods crowded the streets around the brilliantly designed entrance to the chambers where the rich and the poor often mixed to watch the auctions, tour the holdings and join the crowd in the arena to watch man and beast fight for survival.
A light snow had damped many days of games and the arena lay barren in the wake of the on coming winter. The streets of November city were crowded none the less with those on their way to purchase goods in preparation for the winter festival. Jacob was not one of these people. Standing a bit out of place in a finely made black leather vest, decorated with gold stitching that worked around him like an Eastern dragon, which rested over a dark red shirt and black pants. Squeezing the hilt of his sword, the deer leather gloves tightening over his hand as he held the blade close and hurried along, a long black cloak billowing out behind him in the crowd. His eyes darted about the groups of people, traveling from a man walking a poorly dressed wolf slave to a young woman presenting a new dress to several friends while a well armored bull stood over her protectively. He was getting closer to his destination.
Turning a corner a smile formed as he glanced up the painted white walls of the arena, the entrance to the slave viewing chamber just ahead under a large archway. Snow had begun to fall once more as he walked inside the well lit entrance several rich nobles stood by a young soldier fresh from a campaign somewhere, who was presenting several medals to a man likely to have been his father.
"Can I help you sir?" The feminine voice came from his left and Jacob turned slowly to bow to the woman before him. She was much older than he was, hair beginning to grey but dressed like an Imperial princes in a stunning green dress. Her brown eyes smiled as she looked him over, apparently happy to see a customer who may be able to afford something more than a glance.
"My name is Elizabeth Falco, the wife of Draken Falco the current heir to the Falco Imperial Trading Company." She said returning the bow slightly.
"Jacob Theban, I have come from Orion City to the West to see the great November City for myself, and its glorious crown jewel." He offered her a smile and she chuckled lightly, bowing again.
"Your compliment to my husband's family legacy is quite kind, have you come for the arena or are you interested in touring the slave pens?"
"I am quite interested in touring the pens, and perhaps making a purchase."
Elizabeth's eyes lit up, it had been a miserable month for sales with the snow, and fewer games often brought fewer nobles to compete their gladiators which usually caused fewer sales to replace those that fell.
"And what are you interested in Mr. Theban, we have many fine exotic females, well trained males all of whom have had the basics in household care, grooming, cooking. We also have a few choice males who would make excellent fighters if you plan on returning to the arena to compete."
"Protection actually, there has been a surplus of bandits around the boarders of Orion City and a little extra muscle should ensure my protection."
Elizabeth nodded and spread out her left arm pointing Jacob towards a set of doors and stairs.
"Right this way."
Several flights of stairs later the sound of growls, moans and metal against metal became clear when the two finally stepped into a darker room with several cages lining the walls. Torches littered the spaces between cages giving the room a twilight haze as Elizabeth looked around. There was the sound of a lot of commotion from the other end of the room where several men were crowded around a large chained equine.
"Gerald, we have a potential guest who would like to view those ready to be sold as guardians."
No answer came but a loud roar from a horse in the back of the room; metal clanged again as it struggled impressively keeping all six men at bay while they tried to restrain him.
"Keep his arms down and watch the legs you idiots, don't want to get kicked." Gerald was a large bearded faced man dressed quite common with a large brown apron over his tan shirt and pants. Blood was splashed here and there some of it looked like it was his own. Spotting Elizabeth and Jacob he hustled over panting.
"I am sorry my lady, that new war horse that was captured is putting up quite a fight." He glanced to Jacob who was still watching in mild amusement as the war horse broke an arm free and punched one of the men holding him square in the jaw, knocking him to the floor for a moment before he jumped on the arm and shackled it.
"This is Jacob Theban, he has come from Orion City in hopes of purchasing a guardian, do we have any good, preferably obedient ones for him to view?"
"Yes ma'am, I have four in fact. Just give me a moment; I am afraid we are going to have to geld this war horse to calm him down a bit."
Elizabeth looked rather annoyed by this response and shook her head.
"You know that lowers the sale value, if he does well in the arena most like to breed their champions, few buy a gelding except for a practice pony. However..." She glanced up as the equine lifted two men from the ground in an attempt to break free of the shackles. "Do it."
Gerald nodded and whistled; three more men came from another room nearby with cleaning tools and looked at Gerald.
"We are gonna geld this war horse, will be needing more men, now get over there and keep his legs spread and his arms down, I want this quick and smooth." Gerald glanced up at the war horse as it struggled angrily with his captors, "See how feisty he is ball less."
With eight men holding him at bay even the war horse couldn't struggle any more as Gerald grabbed a pair of gelding sheers and stuck them in a fire. Eyes lighting up as the realization of what was to happen, the war horse yelled out and tried one last explosion of raw power, but it was to no avail, the humans had him pinned against the wall and the shackles held tight. One moved forward and pulled away his loin cloth the equines proud male orbs hanging very low from the heat of combat, sweat rolling down the smooth lightly furred scrotum and dripping down to the floor. The equines long black cock hung down as well from the heat, the animal's body trying to cool itself in the struggle the best it could.
"Move that things dick out of the way." Gerald called out as he removed the sheers from the fire, the hot metal glowing red as he moved between the equines legs. A hand grabbed his shaft and held it up out of the way as the sheers opened and moved above his sagging testicles.
"Now hold him tight." The war horse closed his eyes and looked away, ears laying flat on his head.
"Stop!" Everyone paused and turned, eleven pairs of eyes resting on Jacob, who was walking towards the war horse.
"I'll take him."
"But sir, he is very dangerous; he will not obey you, eight of us are barely enough to contain him."
Jacob only smiled as he looked up at the war horse who had opened his eyes and was staring down curiously.
"This is exactly why he is perfect for what I need. Do you have private rooms where I might be able to speak with him, perhaps persuade him to obeying my orders?" He asked glancing at Elizabeth who seemed mixed with excitement from a potential sale and fear of losing a customer to the equines untamable rage.
"Yes, in the north corner above the market we have rooms on the top floor set up for guest who are staying at the arena and those who are testing out slaves they purchased for sexual purposes."
"Well I don't believe we will be needing the room for that sort of thing, but I think a nice chat in a more calm environment will do the trick. Don't you?" Jacob said turning to the war horse and patting his stomach before turning and following Elizabeth out and up to the main hall.
Gerald set the sheers in a barrel of water, erupting a billow of steam from the barrel as they sank to the bottom.
"Consider yourself lucky he was here, otherwise you would be a ball less practice dummy for a real gladiator. Get him out of here." Gerald said as the chains were released, the war horse falling to the floor on his hands and knees from the sudden loss of pressure against him. Looking up just in time to see a large hammer slam into the side of his head, and darkness.
Hazel eyes flickered open as the bright light beamed in from a small window nearby. The pulsing headache came without warning and a hand to the side of his head felt over the large bump where he remembered being hit. Shake his head the war horse's long mane flew about his neck. It had been several days since he saw sun light, being trapped and tortured in the dark dungeons of the arena. Questions of where he was were quickly turned aside as he noticed the human seated in a chair across the room from him.
"I had at first thought they struck you too hard and you were going to be out for at least a day, glad to see you're just as tough as you look." The human stood and so did the war horse, towering over him.
"Well you did that without a command, good now I can take a better look at you." The war horse gave a low snort and took a more defensive pose, moving his left leg back and raising his fists. The human paused.
"You know usually when someone saves you from a great deal of pain and sorrow you thank them not try to turn them into jelly. I am quite aware that you could out power me in an instance, now that you have nothing to fear from me, let us go over your situation." The human walked over to the very small window, clearly made so to prevent a slave from escape.
"You are currently seven stories up in a building filled with armed guards, surrounded by a busy market with more guards, inside the impressively large walls of a city with even more guards, who I am afraid will not let you leave with your life." The war horse snorted again but did not lower his guard.
"Now that we have gone over how impossible escape is, why don't you take a seat and we can go over what a little deal." Jacob smiled and returned to his chair and sat down, head tilting at the equine. Slowly, his arms moved down and the war horse sat back down on the bed.
"What kind of deal?" It said in a low rough tone, making Jacob smile again.
"I am organizing a little, expedition somewhere very dangerous, I need someone who can not only defend himself but assist me in repelling any kind of assault from bandits and creatures that would do us harm. After witnessing your rebellious display of raw power in the holding cells I believe you are perfect for the job." The war horse crossed his arms looking uninterested.
"In return for your services, the journey takes us passed the Matar Plains, where I believe you're from. Help me and our last stop will be your home, were we part our separate ways."
The war horse's arms dropped a bit as he glared towards the human. His posture showed very little interest in the deal however his ears perked up giving away the longing to return home.
"You would really release me after spending so much coin for my hide?"
"A just question, let's just say this little expedition will pull in more coin then your hide was purchased for. I am not interested in a slave, I am interested in a partner, and besides buying you was cheaper than hiring a team of adventurers or getting in good with a war horse clan so I can borrow a young stallion for a quest." With that the human stood once again and walked over to the war horse, holding out his hand. Hesitating for a moment the equine slowly reached out his hand to take the humans, there was almost a shock of electricity from the touch, like when a wolf had brushed up against him after wrestling a lion in the pens, but there was nothing to create static in this room.
"Excellent then we leave first thing after we get you some armor and a decent weapon, though I am sure you would fare well enough charging into battle with nothing but a fierce glare in your eye, some protection would be good." The human's hands moved to the equines chest, pressing against the firm muscles that pressed out against his brown furred skin.
"Would you mind standing for a moment?" Blinking curiously the equine stood, the human moving around him to inspect his body. He felt warm hands traveling down the line of muscles around his shoulder blades and up his arms.
"My name is Jacob by the way, do you have a name?"
"Of course I have a name human; I am not a common field horse, its Rigel." The hands stopped and Jacob came around him to glance up at the large equine.
"I did not mean to be insulting; some of the slaves who are born here are not given names until they are sold, others like the tiger clans earn their names." Jacob went back to inspecting Rigel, a hand running over the scars from shackles to tightly gripped around the wrist.
"Your pretty young for a war horse, ever been in a real battle?"
"No, I am still considered young for my people, I only recently took the title." Rigel's tone seemed quieter about his age and Jacob perked up a bit.
"How old do your people usually get?"
"We outlive humans."
Jacob gave a small chuckled and patted Rigel on the cheek.
"Aw, well that makes you just a baby then." Glaring down in annoyance, Rigel cracked his knuckles while Jacob quickly moved around him.
"So may I ask why you were so violently pummeling those guards down stairs?" Jacob asked still quite amused by the humans' failure to keep Rigel under control. There was mild hesitation once more from the equine.
"They wished for me to breed a mare in season. They said I was young and had potential and wanted to breed a couple offspring before I was sold and killed in the arena."
"Was she not an attractive mare, you're a young stallion you should be jumping at the opportunity to get your rocks off, not fighting and almost having them cut off."
Rigel didn't say anything but simple looked out the window at the city below while Jacob lifted his arms.
"Not in to the females?" The question brought a bead of sweat to the equines brow as he looked down to Jacob who had stopped and was standing in front of him with a skeptical gaze.
"Well... I... I don't mind females... I just... wasn't ready too..." A hand went up from the human and he went to his pack to take out a small green leather book, quill and ink.
"What are you writing?"
"I am making a note to never ask you to mate a female unless I want you to rip someone's head off." Jacob said smiling over his shoulder; Rigel's ears fell from embarrassment.
"Don't look like that I am only joking, I am writing down your measurements for your armor, and making some notes about your people. You're the first war horse I have ever met." Rigel kicked the ground a bit as he looked out the window.
"Oh come on, you know how many human lords by their big strong gladiators and have them fuck each other or bend over for the nobles enjoyment? Your choice on who you stick that thing into... Well... most of the time, sometimes it's decided for you." Jacob moved over and moved his arms around the big equine, rested his head against Rigel's chest and hugging him tightly, before leaving the stunned equine to go glance out the small window.
"What was that for?" Rigel asked scratching his head.
"One you looked like you needed a hug, two, to measure your waist." Jacob said holding up a long white rope with small black lines on it. "Want your armor to fit and leave some room to increase mobility." A smile formed on his face as he spotted something outside and turned to Rigel.
"Well it's about time." He said in a hushed voice, looking around. "Damn them no water bucket or anything." Jacobs eyes moved to Rigel then down between the equines legs, walking over to him casually, making Rigel's ears lay back questionably.
"Can I borrow that for a moment, I need to return some hospitality to a noble in the street. I'll give it right back." Rigel followed the direction Jacob was pointing to the equine cock resting inside its sheath and then back up confused.
Rigel stood with his hands against the wall on either side of the window; he was smiling for the first time in two weeks. Below him his thirteen inch equine cock was pulsing and throbbing as Jacob stroked it, his soft human hands squeezing around the base while running down the shaft and squeezing against at the flared tip. Precum drooled over Jacob's hands as he lubed the pillar of horse meat, letting the last three inches hang out of the open window for the cold mid day air to wash over.
"This is crazy you are going to get us both into trouble."
"They will never know where it came from or what it is, how are they going to know, there are about twenty windows on this side all booked I checked." Jacob said elbowing Rigel in the lower end of his muscular stomach. Rigel shook his head, the plan had sounded great at first, Jacob holding his cock out the window while he pissed over the unsuspecting towns folk, however noticing they were above a market, Jacob had deemed it a tad unsanitary and decided to go with jerking Rigel off till he came over the street below.
"How are we doing by the way, you about ready?" Jacob asked, squeezing and rubbing his thumb over the drooling head of the black cock while his other rolled the two grapefruit sized balls around.
"Yeah... just keep doing... that." Rigel looked up as the pleasure between his legs built, his testicles rising up against his body, much to Jacobs notice.
"Just remember, don't make a sound, cover your mouth but whatever you do, don't moan or winie or something." Jacob reminded as he let go of the equines balls and worked both hands vigorously over the head of Rigel's cock, squeezing and pulling as Rigel suddenly bucked. His hand moving to his mouth as he bit down trying not to make a sound as the orgasm his him. Gripping the pulsating cock in both hands he aimed it out towards the street as the first strings of the equines white, almost yellowish tinted cum spurted from the tip in hot ropes to fall onto the street below.
Down below them a nobleman and his wife looked around the market in disgust.
"Dear this place is a mess, why do you drag me here. You can afford to move us to a better part of the city not this run down, slime infested..." Something wet and cool hit her cheek making her look up as a few more drops splashed on her face and dress. Other people in the street noticed small droplets appearing on the cobble street and looked up.
"Hmmm it's going to be a warm winter, it's raining." The wife said wiping the cum from her cheek with a finger, as several peasants began to scream and run for cover from the shower of equine seed.
Near the entrance to the Falco Imperial trading Company, a guard witnessed the falling liquid melting snow and causing some peasants to run. Looking up he tried to see where it was coming from and ran inside, alerting Elizabeth of what had occurred. Within moments several armed guards were following her up to the rooms stopping in front of Jacobs room.
"Unlock it now!" Elizabeth ordered. A guard coming forward with a heavy set of keys and quickly opening the door. Everyone froze as they saw Jacob standing behind Rigel, the war horse's arm behind his back, the massive equine on his knees.
"Now who will you obey?" Jacob stopped and looked up at Elizabeth.
"My apologies ma'am I hope I was not making too much noise, the equine has turned out to be a tough egg to crack but he will break." Rigel winced as Jacob raised his arm a bit, forcing him lower to the ground.
"Isn't that right?"
"Y...yes master." Rigel stuttered out in his best attempt to sound submissive. Elizabeth's eyes traveled from the two, to the locked window, then back to the equine who was wearing some old ragged pants which seemed a bit too tight for his large size. She rubbed her temple and forced a smile.
"No no Jacob, my apologies we had a disturbance outside and thought perhaps someone had thrown something out a window." Jacob looked at the window and tilted his head.
"Do they open, I would have thought they were just there for decoration so there cannot be any escapes." Elizabeth smiled again and nodded.
"They can be opened, but please continue with your training, I am sorry once more for disturbing you." She bowed and then exited the room, confused, by the guards description it had come from the center room on the seventh floor, and only an equine could produce that much cum, perhaps it was one of the other guests.
Back in the room Jacob waited a few moments before letting go of Rigel, both of them staring at each other before bursting out in laughter.
"I thought we were busted, good thinking grabbing my arm like that." Rigel said standing and moving his legs, the pants he wore splitting down the sides.
"Yes thank you for going with that that noble almost ran me and three other people over when I first arrived at the city, I asked around at a pub and they mentioned he enjoyed walking around the arena with his wife. Though I did not think I would even get such an opportunity."
"Can I take these off they are a bit constricting?" Rigel asked trying to adjust the pants.
"Of course."
Rigel quickly removed the ruined pants and set himself down on the bed.
"So what now?"
"Now you stay here while I head into town and get the armor ordered, should take about four days to make it, after that we can head out." Jacob said taking a seat on the bed next to Rigel. His hand moved down and picked up Rigel's limp cock, the tip still drooling cum.
"Which means I have more chances to use this hose of yours on the peasants." Jacob chuckled as Rigel gave a weak smile, he still had adrenalin running through him from the fear of getting caught last time.
"Can't you just stroke it without making me cum out a window?"
Jacob simply chuckled and stroked the limp equine member gently.
"Well there are always other things we can do, but that will have to wait until I return." He bent down and took the head of the equine cock into his mouth sucking the last remnants of cum from the shaft, the soft human tongue rolling over the flat cock head and cum slit. Rigel gave a subtle moan as his member began to fill with blood once more, slowly coming to life in Jacobs hands. A second later cold air flew over the moist glans of his member. Rigel looked down to see Jacob stand up and walk to the other side of the room to grab the green book and some other affects.
"I'll be back after I have the armor set to be made. Don't do anything stupid and don't leave this room. "I'll bring us some dinner as well." Rigel stared confused and looked down at the towering black pillar of horse meat throbbing once more between his legs.
"And what am I suppose to do with this?" He asked gripping his cock and waving it at the human.
"Teach it a trick or practice your aim." Rigel's eyes narrowed.
"You better not walk under this window."
It had taken five days to finish the armor for Rigel, most of the time waiting was spent in the room talking about their past and families. Rigel was slow to trust Jacob over the days they spent in the small room, rarely falling asleep in the corner of the room without waiting for the human to fall asleep first. However time and close proximity often grow a small bond. On the third day they had ventured around the arena, Rigel amazed at the size of the stadium when a group of guards had walked by and began shouting insults to the war horse. It was Jacob however who spoke up, returning the insults and reminding Rigel how it took eight of them to overpower one war horse. Both laughing they left the angry group of guards and headed back to the room to have dinner.
Rigel thought hard as he looked himself over in the mirror, never knowing that one day he might call a human friend, but as he stood in the mirror, hands sliding over the black steel chest plate, he felt that day had come.
"I look like my father." Rigel said hands dropping to his side as he turned in front of the mirror. The plate armor was almost solid black, the steel rivets that held it together shining crimson silver against the fading sunlight from the window. On either side of the chest plate were two silver stallions, rearing up on their hind legs while Celtic knots wove themselves down the shoulder plates, gauntlets, and leggings. A crimson cape hung behind him, fastened to his shoulders by two obsidian star brooches. Behind him Jacob was wearing matching armor, his however had gold running where silver lay on Rigel's.
"Just going to need one more thing." Walking over to the wall he picked up a large wrapped object and began to unbundle the cloth revealing a very large double bladed axe. The blades edges were covered by a thick animal hide to ensure no accidents occurred when handling.
"I did a little research and was told that your people are quite fond of these, and I believe this one is familiar to you?" Jacob asked holding out the large weapon. Rigel's hazel eyes lit up as he quickly reached out and took the axe, holding it up and looking the blade over.
"You had it fixed, I thought they would have thrown it away after they caught me."
"Well they tend to not like to waste good weapons it was in the arena training bunker and it may have fell into my hands as I was walking out the door. You know it's rather hard to smuggle something that hefty."
"You stole it?"
"I borrowed it so that I could have it fixed and cleaned. I'll give it back when we are done if they really miss it, after all they did steal it from you." Rigel's eyes were inspecting the blade, he remember the axe cracking when he had tried to block a hammer blast with the blade, but it now showed no sign of damage. Removing one of the sheaths protecting the edge he ran a finger over the freshly sharpened blade, drawing a small drop of blood.
"Sharp as when it was first forged?"
"It was forged before my fathers, fathers, father. It has been in my family for generations. A war horse is nothing without his axe." Placing the sheath back on, he notched the hilt of the heavy weapon in a unique frog on the side of his belt and walked over to Jacob, picking him up in both arms and into a tight embrace.
"Thank you."
"No worries, but put me down I can't breathe." Jacob gasped trying to pat Rigel on the back, but even as a young war horse he was still very large.
"Where did you get the money to pay for all of this?" Rigel asked as the question began to form in his head, he recalled a bag of gold but it seemed quite small to the cost of everything they were wearing.
"Let's just say that my skills lead me to profit." Winking he picked up his pack and tossed it to Rigel.
"Now let's head out we have some ground to cover before the moon rises and I want to get out of this city." Rigel glanced out the window at the setting sun.
"Besides I am sure the guards will want to see you in your new outfit." A smile formed on the equine's face and he tossed the bag over his shoulder as Jacob picked up the other.
"Just one thing, you have to at least act like I am your master." Rigel rolled his eyes and nodded.
Down stairs the guards were closing the main gate to the arena and slave pens, Elizabeth was barking out orders to a small female wolf who was cleaning the stone floor. Hearing the click of hooves against stone she looked up from her mistresses shouts to the direction of the sound. Rigel walked slowly, the great axe resting on his shoulder, cape billowing out behind him as the last bit of wind flew between the cracks of the closing doors. Fire light danced across the black steel armor as everyone in the room stopped and stared in fear at the great war horse in full combat, walking towards the front door. Two guards with halberds stopped before him and pointed the long poles at the equine. Rigel snorted and gripped his axe tightly sliding off his shoulders and down onto the stone floor with a thundering blast that chipped the stone and sparked off the blade.
"Any problem boys?" Jacob asked, coming out from behind Rigel smiling at the look of fear in the eyes of the guards.
"Elizabeth here to see us off? I must say that our stay here was more than beneficial to our cause but we must take out leave. Till we meet again." He bowed to her and Rigel nodded his head as he snorted in her direction, the guards stepped back and lowered their weapons as the two armored figures left through the front doors leaving the hall quiet and still.