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The Longest, Hardest Walk

Heiken was suffering through the lowest point of his life after having been apprehended by the laurossin Styreks and his band of reptilian captors. Though Heiken was a general, a tactician, a strategist, and a skilled fighter, their sheer numbers and agility had overcome him in the forest and he had been dragged from there all the way to some small farm at the foot of the cliffs bordering the golden plains. There, he was tossed unceremoniously into a fortified barn where he had been left.

The walls and doors of the barn were well barricaded to the point that not even his bucking could break them, making him worry that he was actually underground or the barn was surrounded on all sides by concrete or stone walls. Heiken was a massive stallion with hooves the size of dinner plates backed by haunches that could kick through a wooden beam if he needed to do so; the fact that he wasn't able to burst through the door told him that the enemy was keen on keeping him locked up.

Days had passed since he had been tossed in this barn, left only with two troughs, one full of water and the other full of unappetizing food to eat comprised of hay, straw, and grains. Not a single of the reptilian scourge had graced him with their presence, which was smart of them because Heiken would have kicked their head right off their shoulders if he saw them again; disgusting scaled critters.

Inside the fortified barn that had become his prison, Heiken found it difficult to make sense of day and night. The walls were tight, not letting light in, and so thick that he couldn't hear a thing from outside, making him lose track of how long he had been there. All he knew for sure was that it had been days since he'd been tossed in there, and the barn was starting to smell. Much of him knew that this was all done in the spirit of psychological warfare, as the enemy was trying to get him to break down and grow weak as his hope for rescue or release would diminish.

But Heiken was no weak willed fool. He was a general in the Arrenthen army, and as such he had been exposed to far worse conditions than this. Once, he'd survived for two months when lost in the wilds of Kerolioa when an avalanche fell upon his team, killing them all aside from he and Oceras. In spite of the strife he'd been put through, he came back a bit lighter and with greater resolve; this was nothing to him. The poorest thing the enemy could have done was give him a whole trough of food and another full of fresh water that seemed to never diminish. This told Heiken that his enemies wanted him alive and had no intention of letting him perish of hunger or thirst.

If he recalled correctly, the saurossins of Untheria planned on harvesting his seed, so he needed to be alive for that. The dragons that had captured him and dragged him to this farm had let that little plan slip as they transported him from the Golden Plains to his prison.

Given his mental fortitude, it was not difficult at all for him to bide his time and wait for his captors to make demands. He had food, he had water, and the ground was layered thick with straw that he could use as bedding. That was enough. The only thing he didn't have was a bathroom, which left him relieving himself in the same corner whenever he needed to go, a problem that was quickly building up, both literally and figuratively. Luckily, he had been lowering his food and water intake to minimize that problem and prolong his mental stamina.

All he had in the days since his last interaction with another beyond the flies that formed a cloud in the corner was his thoughts and his own steadily building rage. He knew that he couldn't kick his way out - he tried that already and failed - and he also knew that if they had him imprisoned, there was a good chance that any successful escape attempt would be stifled by armed guards. No, he couldn't waste energy struggling to leave, he had to bide his time, gather more data, and wait to take further action.

It was nearly a full week before Heiken heard the clicking of the latch on the door that told him someone was coming. He rolled to all four hooves and lowered his head, waiting to see who dared enter. When the door opened, he saw three silhouettes barely visible by the blackness of a tunnel rather than the open plains of a farm, which told him he was underground or in a compound. All three figures stepped forth, showing the ones on either side to be powerful, biped dragons, with the middle one being a shapely mare of chestnut coat with a mane and tail of a light charcoal color. The mare was quadruped just like him, only smaller and more lithe; probably a recon mare rather than a soldier.

She held her head high as she stepped into the barn, her two dragon guards flanking her as she got close to Heiken. Her snout remained held high - a sign of disgust and disrespect to Heiken - as she spoke her first words to him. "General Heiken. Hmph, I was expecting more out of a revered member of the Arrenthen army."

Heiken held his head high in defiance, unwilling to bend to her arrogance. "Your eagerness to judge based on mere seconds assures me that your side is going to lose." He huffed, doing all he could to hold back the threats and disgust. She was a mare, an equine; she should have been fighting for the lands north of the border, not the scaled scourge of the south.

The mare picked up on this restrained anger, and took an opportunity to lean in closer. "Oh, you poor, unfortunate stud. It's a shame you're too foolish to see that your pathetic birds don't stand a chance against the greatness of dragons. Us equines, we're stuck in the middle, and I won't be seen on the wrong side of the war. Do you understand that?"

He huffed and kept one eye on her while his other focused on the two guards that stayed by the entrance. By this point he had already seen that any words he spoke would be giving away his motives, so he stayed silent while turning his body to ensure she didn't get behind him. He could tell she had sinister intentions.

"What's the matter, general? Worried someone's going to ambush you from behind?" She nipped at his rump in a playful matter, making him kick at the straw beneath him and spin so that he put himself between her and the wall while still facing the guards. "Someone's a little uppity, don't you think? Look, stud, I'm going to level with you, your time here is almost at an end, and I wanted to be the first to tell you that it'll be me taking you out; there's nothing you can do about it."

Heiken growled and snorted at her, nostrils flared. "I'll fight you to the death, and you won't win, of that I can assure you."

She cocked her head to the side and flopped an ear. "Who said anything about fighting? I plan on taking you out of this dingy underground barn. You're no use to us here, you see. No, General Thalias has got a far more interesting plan for you. And honestly, I think you're getting off pretty easy!" She giggled to herself, a laugh mired by sinister evil. "Get off, I say. Well, you'll 'get off' when I'm ready to let you. No, you better save yourself for our herd, we're gonna need every drop of your seed."

The picture was getting more clear, and Heiken was preparing himself for what might come next, but he felt the need to ask, to clarify. "What exactly are your plans with me? You're so certain of your hold over me, so I can't imagine there's any risk in letting me know. Think about it, I might even strive to make things easier for you if I'm convinced that it's worth my while."

She continued to step around him, the two encircling each other as she flagged and swished her tail. "I suppose you've got a point, so I might as well let you know. Even if for some reason you did escape and tell your bastardized mare of a queen, it wouldn't make a difference." She then leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "You're a smart stallion, aren't you?"

Confused, he snorted and grunted. "Excuse me?" He wanted to say more, but that exact moment was when he got a clear and distinct whiff of an estrus mare, the same scent that had entranced him in the forest leading to his capture. He tried his best to not respond to it, but it seemed far beyond normal.

"You heard me. You're a smart stallion. Feral in form, sentient in mind. If we took your seed, impregnated our many truly feral mares with it, and raised a herd of semi-sentient foals, then we'll have a massive, obedient, and powerful army on our side. And, if any of them survive the war, we'll have a generation of intelligent equines succeeding us. We're looking to the future, General Heiken, and you will be the seed of that future whether you like it or not."

That made no sense to Heiken, so he probed a bit deeper. "How would that work if you have a generation of semi-sentient foals to throw at your enemies? You're intelligent, as am I, wouldn't this actually harm the future more than anything else?"

"You would think that, but the more developed of us can certainly do a whole lot more good and be far more prosperous if we have slaves to do all the work. Intelligent equines like you or I, we benefit by having something in the middle, obedient enough to do our bidding, but dumb enough that they don't wish to rebel. The dragons have their laurossins, and we can have our...well, I don't know what to name them yet. We'll work out it. For now, however, a big, powerful, intelligent, and virile stud like yourself is just too valuable to pass up!" She hopped away from him and turned so that her rump was facing him, tail up and vulva exposed. "So you'd better get to work." Her clitoris winked, spurting a silken strand of her arousal onto the hay behind her followed by a thick, slimy, yellow torrent of urine.

Heiken grunted and winced, trying his best to look away or mask himself of the scent that she was leaving for him. He was already easily triggered by mares, and her slightly smaller stature was exactly the type of female he preferred, but his loyalty lay with the queen and Oceras, her mount.

Her estrus scent was powerful, emanating from the puddle she left and the moisture on her inner thighs. As her clit winked twice more, she squeezed the last of it out, leaving her to walk back to her guards. "Make sure he doesn't spill a drop before tomorrow morning. I want him aching for the pleasure of a mare." The mare left him alone with the two dragon guards, trapped in a room now filled with a thick cloud of equine heat pheromones.

He tried his best to resist them, to squirm or fight back, but they were both twice his size and he was distracted by the scent that the mare had left for him. In a desperate grunt, he called out to her as she left. "At least let me know your name!"

She paused, turning in the dirt tunnel to smile at him. "My name is Sabei, and that's really all you need to know about me for now. Call my name as you struggle to reach your climax, I promise it helps, and I'll be flattered. Ta ta for now, my studly bitch." She turned and trotted out, leaving the two dragon guards to complete their duty.

Both of them grabbed a series of leathers and wrapped them around each of his hooves, connecting the four in the middle. This was to ensure he didn't kick and couldn't run. They then wrapped two more around his hind hooves, then grabbed his cock and yanked the tip from his sheath and coiled another strap of leather around that. He had no idea what this was for, at least not at first, but he knew it couldn't be good.

Once they were done binding his hooves, they propped him up on all fours and slid a bridle over his face with a bit jammed in his maw, then connected that to the leathers around his ankles as well. Before they left, the last thing they did was grab a giant plug from their satchel, then one of them held the bridle while the other cranked up his tail and forcefully jammed the plug into him, its girth popping through his plump pucker with relative ease.

Heiken grunted and whinnied in defiance, trying his best to kick or bite, but the leathers stopped him from any movement beyond shallow steps. He was trapped prisoner in this holding cell of a barn while also being contained immobile. He thought he had reached his lowest point, but evidently he was mistaken. This was his lowest point.

Both of the dragons stepped away from him, backing towards the door to meet up with Sabei, grinning devilishly as Heiken suffered with his new plug and binders. Once all three made it to the tunnel, they closed and locked the door with a clicking sound.

Again, Heiken was left only with the food and water they left for him, the flies forming a cloud in the corner, and his own thoughts about how he was going to make that mare pay for her betrayal. That, and the cloud of estrus mare scent that now filled the barn, trapped within its confines and overpowering the other scents left in the underground barn.

If nothing else, he should be able to slap one off, relieve himself just to spite her. As his mind wandered back to the glistening chestnut flesh of her winking vulva accented by the arousal fluids that she spurted all over his enclosure, his member quickly swelled to full girth, dangling heavy between his hind legs. Only, when he went to tense up and slap the flare to his belly, it got caught in the tangle of leathers that bound his hooves, stopping his length from making contact with his torso.

Suddenly it all made sense! The collar around his cock tip was there to keep him from belly slapping! That revelation made his blood boil, for no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the pleasure needed to reach that climax. He grunted, he bucked, he tensed up, and he even tried reaching down to use his lips on himself, but nothing worked and every passing second made his balls ache with the desire to release; it felt like he'd been kicked by a mare refusing his advances. Like he'd had a group of trained soldiers use a battering ram between his legs.

And it only got worse with every passing moment, accented further by the pressure put on by the plug in his rump, pressing against his prostate while telling his groin to go ahead and release.

Heiken was trapped, a victim of his own arousal blanketed in the fog of estrus mare. His cock leaked all over, his shaft throbbed, and his heart pulsed rapidly as he struggled to keep control of himself. He grunted and pushed down, trying to use his abdominal muscles to force the plug out, but it was not budging.

His training had prepared him for many things, but this was quickly ebbing at his sanity. Every hour that passed brought him one step closer to breaking, but he would not let that evil mare win over him. He would not let her wiles overtake his strength. He couldn't allow that under any circumstances.

If he could last until the following morning when Sabei returned, he could better formulate a plan to escape, or at least to better manage his carnal desires. In this position, trapped underground with nothing but the earthly stench of estrus mare swirling around him, he could barely focus on that, for he had only thoughts of burying his shaft deep within a mare on his mind.

After a night of disgruntled displeasure, the door opened once again to show the same three captors including Sabei and the two dragons.

"Fetch my stud for me." Sabei commanded. "No need to be gentle."

Both of the dragons cracked their knuckles as they stepped forward, menacingly lunging across the barn towards Heiken before grabbing the leathers of his bridle. Though he wished to resist, or to struggle and give them a hard time, he felt it was in his best interest to let them think his spirit had been broken, and that he was entirely complicit. It didn't help that the plug lodged in his rump was immensely uncomfortable and his cock was still banded by leather even though it had retreated into his sheath. The one good thing was that the scent of Sabei had dissipated overnight, lessening his arousal.

"Good, it looks like our stallion here has come to understand that he stands no chance against us. Come, it's time to take him to the general." Sabei turned around and headed out of the barn through the underground tunnel, with the two dragons guiding Heiken to follow.

The tunnel itself was pitch black to the point that Heiken couldn't even see the walls, but he could smell the overbearing scent of soil, telling him that they weren't too deep. Had they been more than a few meters down, he would smell rock and mineral instead of soil. Still, that didn't give him enough to formulate an escape plan, so he decided to bide his time until a more opportune moment.

Sabei's entourage took him through the tunnel, which was gradually inclined at a low angle slope while curling back around until they were in a shed with a barred door. When one of the dragons opened it, blistering morning light shone onto Heiken, blinding him for a moment as his eyes adjusted and his snout adjusted to the fragrant, aromatic smell of the surface world in all its flowery glory.

As the scene came into view, the stallion could see that they were on a rather simple looking farm with a large ranch home, a series of open pastures, and two barns with endless rolling fields of hay and straw growing in between. Behind him immediately rose the hundred meter tall cliffs that led to the plateau he had been captured on. The shack that he was being escorted out of was built right into the base of said cliff.

Before him was a battalion of over a dozen warriors, all of which appeared to be elite, wearing gold and green armor that denoted their high rank. Twelve of them. All for one subdued stallion.

Such precaution on his behalf was an honor, one he'd enjoy more had he not been overpowered by the dragons and the leathers already. Twelve new soldiers plus the two that met him underground as well as Sabei told him that his seed must have been vastly important, and that they weren't taking risks.

"Don't you think you're going a little bit overboard?" Heikgen huffed at them, laughing at the extensive effort they'd put forth for him.

"I know what you did at the Battle of Anceforth, general. I'm not taking any risks with you. If you want the honest truth, I requested twice this many guards, but the general said that he needed the bodies at the front. A shame for me, but it just meant that I have to be more intelligent with how I handle you. Not a problem, it just means that I have to keep you bound." She clopped her way towards him away from the guards so that her scent washed over Heiken, rekindling his arousal. "I hope I'm not too distracting for you, stud, for we need every last drop of you when we get to our destination."

The aroma of her estrus filled his nostrils and tickled at the back of his throat as his member instinctively started to swell and droop, its girth unfolding from his sheath to once again droop between his hind legs, held by the collar around the shaft just below the tip.

"What a foolish stallion." Sabei laughed at him. "Doesn't even know how to control himself in the presence of a lady. Good, I say; makes this far easier for me. Lads, buckle us up, I don't want him escaping the clutches of my cunt from here until the Golden Plains."

Both of the dragons stepped away from Heiken to pull out another softer leather harness than Heiken's, this one meant for Sabei. They daintily wrapped it around her haunches, her muzzle, her shoulders, her chest, and the rest of her body all at once, with the individual parts being latched onto each other for uniform solidarity.

Heiken considered using this brief opportunity to run while the two dragons were no longer tending to him, but all four of his hooves were still latched onto each other, which kept him from galloping. He could probably use all of his power to buck with both hind legs, and that might snap the leathers, but it would also yank his cock down in such a way that he might literally break the erect core of his shaft, and he'd rather be a prisoner than lose his ability to get hard.

When the two dragons were finished buckling Sabei's leathers, they roughly grabbed at his bridle and dragged him forth until his snout was pressed firm between the mare's cheeks, thus flagging her tail to expose her silken, velvety pussy lips. He struggled and tried to pull away, but the two dragons gripped even harder and held him there while wrapping leathers around his bridle.

Heiken was completely trapped, unable to move his snout more than a few inches away from the mare's supple pussy lips. He pulled to each side, then yanked away and tried every direction and angle aside from just rubbing his snout in between her rump cheeks, but nothing worked. Then, to add insult to injury, Sabei flicked her tail onto his muzzle and winked her clit, forcing a creamy strand of her arousal fluid to spurt out and splat on her chin, where its aroma billowed up to his nostrils and intoxicated him further.

Before he could flail or kick or try to escape, each of the dragons took one of his front hooves and removed the leather bindings, leaving only the straps linking his hind hooves and his cock. This was a relief, but it didn't help, for now he was strapped to Sabei, forced to smell and taste her estrus with every step while not being able to do so much as belly slap his way to release.

He anticipated this was going to be a long and uncomfortable walk, and given his body's natural propensity to remain aroused and erect in the presence of mares - let alone ones in heat strapped to his face - he knew he wouldn't be able to do much if anything to escape or formulate a plan to do so. He was already a slave to his own instincts, and his mind was already slowly fading into nothing aside from the carnal need to mate. This would not be a good trip for him, and there was nothing he could do, especially not with the added distraction of the plug lodged under his tail pressing to his prostate.

"Alright, troops, it's time to move out." Sabei commanded and the troops stood tall in obedience along the fence to the nearest pasture. "Okani, Apkon, I would like for you two to lead the way, with the rest of you taking the rear. If our stud here tries to run or manages to snap the leathers connecting him to me, then I want you to take him down with whatever force is necessary; I don't care if we have to load him up onto a cart and probe him with bolt magic to coax the seed from him, we are going to have his essence when we are done here."

"Aye captain Sabei." Her two guards said with a salute. "We'll take point."

As the caravan was about ready to start moving, Sabei stopped them all and glanced back over her shoulder to the dozen soldiers that were waiting behind. "Oh, and don't forget the gift you brought for our studly guest. I would be remiss if he didn't get the attention he deserved."

"Aye, captain Sabei." The nearest one said with a salute. "I have it right here."

Heiken glanced back to see what it was that they had for him, but had a hard time looking back given how tightly his straps held him in place with snout close to her cunt. Instead, he tried his best to wrench his neck and bulge his eyes out to see, but that failed.

Moments later, he felt one of them forcefully raise his tail and wrap both hands around the base of the plug, tugging hard with one of their hind claws up against his haunches for extra leverage. The bulge of it pulled at his pucker, yanking the flesh outward like an erupting volcano, only to quiver and lose grip, allowing the plug to pop out and the dragon soldier to fall on his back with the massive toy on his chest, drooping with the natural lubricants that Heiken's bowels secreted to make up for it. This left Heiken gaping open with his rump opened up to expose the flesh within, the cool breeze making him shiver.

Relief lasted only a second, as another one of the soldiers stepped forth with an even larger plug that looked to be carved out of emerald with the coiled screw threads wrapped around it to make it look like a drill, though the threads were soft and rounded so as not to cut. It was also polished to a near perfect sheen, and under the right circumstances it might have even looked pleasant, if it wasn't about to be shoved into him against his will.

"Go ahead, commander. I want to see the look on his face as you put it in him." Sabei instructed as she kept her eyes on the stud behind her.

"As you wish." The solder agreed. A second one came up to him with a bottle in hand, then squeezed a dollop into the first's hand, which the first used to smear all over the plug part of the toy. Heiken couldn't tell the difference between them, as they looked identical to him. Once the first finished coating the toy, the second then put a dollop on his own hand and rubbed it in between each of his fingers before leaning in and punching at Heiken's rump, forcing his massive forearm into the stallion past the elbow.

Heiken's eyes widened and his instinct was to kick or pull away, but he knew that if he did that the leathers would yank on his cock in a most unpleasant way, so he stifled his motions and grunted to alleviate the discomfort.

The second soldier kept at his rump, pumping his entire arm in and out while taking a moment in between each thrust to apply more lube to his arm before once again massaging Heiken's depths, spreading the lube all over the pleated walls of his bowels. When he was done, he pulled out and gaped the rump open wide with both fists, then bent down to bury his muzzle under the stallion's tail before the first slapped him on the shoulder.

"Would you cut it out? You can fuck him later, Captain Sabei wants to get this over with." HE scolded, then grabbed at the toy to press it against the well lubricated, tenderized rump, pushing gently and rotating it back and forth. As it turned out, the plug was too big to go on - at least at first - so both of the soldiers had to grab at the base and lean into Heiken, not only forcing the toy in deeper, but also forcing the stallion's snout to press firm against Sabei's pussy lips.

Still, the plug would not go on, so both of them started rotating it like a drill, using the gently ridged threads of it to help force it into him. This worked, and Heiken's rump gradually widened enough for the toy to pull itself inward, eventually popping in deep and lodging itself with the base pressed tight to his cheeks and pucker while the widest part of it pressed down against his prostate.

Heiken grunted and whimpered, cock hard and snout smeared in estrus mare. He had never felt so defeated or humiliated before, as he wasn't even able to fight back without risking irreparable damage to his cock. However, he knew that biding his time was still his best bet, regardless of how challenging it was becoming to have the bonds around his ankles, the plug in his rump, and his face smashed up against Sabei's pussy.

He had barely a moment to think about his next moves or how to minimize the discomfort when Sabei took her first steps, tugging on his bridle and yanking him along for the ride. "Tally ho, troops." She said, arching her back and winking her engorged clitoris in Heiken's face. "And keep the pace, would you? We have nearly eighty kilometers to our destination and I want to make it there by sundown, understood?"

"Aye, captain." The entire battalion chanted with a salute.

"Good, let's be gone." She gave another tug to yank Heiken along behind her as she walked down the path by the fence, tail up and pussy winking every few steps to release the cloud of pheromones into Heiken's face that would keep him complacent and aroused, thus unable to think properly or mount any sort of escape attempt. He was her prisoner, and she was very smug about that.

Things quickly became even more dire for Heiken as he took his first steps, for he felt the toy in his rump shifted with every bound forward. The corkscrew styled threads around its berth was utilizing the motions of the stallion's every step, thus making it gradual rotate inside him like the hands on a clock. The shifting pressure of it was amplified every time his tail relaxed and fell to his rump, forcing him to keep it flagged high and his steps wide.

He knew it was going to be a long, hard trip from the farm to their destination, with every step proving to be a greater and greater challenge to overcome. Luckily for Heiken, he was a master tactician and was already trying to find ways to utilize torture resistance methods to lessen the impact of the various implements meant to tease him. Too bad none of them worked.

The trip started off on the wrong hoof and didn't get much better from there. From the first hours right up until lunch, Heiken had focused all of his mind on ensuring his member remained as unstimulated as possible, for the longer it remained hard without being granted any sort of release, the more sore his balls became. This was especially challenging for him, has Sabei's assault on his nostrils refused to give him even a second's reprieve.

She winked, she grunted, and she squatted down to squirt every half hour or so, some of the resulting fluids splashing against his muzzle. The moisture from it smelled of powerful estrus at first, but as they trotted through the open fields away from the farmhouse location, it evaporated to leave an even more potent scent billowing up directly into his nostrils.

If that wasn't enough, she didn't even bother to untie him or release him as she paused to relieve herself. Heiken was able to pull away enough to not get any of her creamy, yellow mess all over him, but that didn't stop the acrid stench of it from attacking him even more aggressively than her squirts. Estrus mare urine was so strong and stuck to one's nostrils for hours, so it rendered the stallion unable to stop himself.

He peeled his lip back and tried to hop up on her, cock erect and front hooves raised to wrap around her hips, but the bridle jerked him down and kept him grounded while the collar around his cock ensured that he was unable to aim upwards, leaving him only to spurt precum into the puddle between them.

"How cute." Sabei chided him, raising one leg to briskly kick at him in order to have him calm down. "But if you try that again, I'll use both hind hooves, and I can't guarantee I won't break something." Her voice dripped with a sinister tone as she warned Heiken of what would happen should he try to mount her a second time, alleviating and softening only when she urged the caravan to keep going right up until lunch.

This upset Heiken greatly, not only because she kicked him but also because it was the first time he had lost control. The arousal and carnal desire was persistently clouding his mind, but he had a strong enough head and heart to keep it at bay, maintaining a semblance of his own self control in spite of the scents and images that were bombarding his senses. He knew that things were getting increasingly dire, and if he didn't find a way to alleviate the pressure, he felt like his balls would literally explode or rupture. They hadn't even gotten to lunch yet and every step made his spheres feel like they would pop.

"Alright everyone, it's time to sit down and have lunch. Let's make a bonfire, cook up some burgers, and go from there." Sabei ordered as she reared up to stop. "But leave the stud with me, I can eat standing on all fours." She spread her legs to plant herself as the others all began to dig and prep a campfire.

The trail they took brought them to the edge of a forest, and that was where they chose to make camp. Given that it was more than a dozen elite soldiers and two guards, it took mere minutes to have a crackling fire pit with a grill atop it, where they cooked up some hamburger patties. An odd choice for a military unit to eat, but it certainly looked good, even to Heiken, though he couldn't smell it thanks to the eau d'Sabei.

She didn't let him eat at this stop, for it would be too much effort to untie him and make sure he remained bound to her. When he tried to lower his head to nibble on some grass, the straps kept his snout pressed tight between her thighs, thus giving her the opportunity to deposit a splash of her arousal on the back of his head, soaking into his mane.

Naturally, he growled and tried to shake it off, but the scent was too intense and too powerful for him to overcome. This was becoming more and more of a problem as time passed. Sure, as they moved the scent of her fluids dissipated into the country air, but it was constantly being renewed every time she clenched her loins and spurted out another gob of her arousal. This alone would have been enough to distract him, but the straps around his cock and the plug made matters even worse.

"Could you at least take this blasted thing out of me?" He huffed, lowering his gaze so he didn't have to show the shame he felt inside for asking his captors to show mercy. Of all the contraptions that contained him and held him in a state of sexual tension, that was the one that was the most offensive to him. Its bulky mass was not only applying pressure to his prostate - which was in turn supplying the constantly drooling precum to his perpetually exposed cock - but the rotation that his every step fueled it with was actually starting to hurt.

Sabei scoffed. "Are you serious? Not a chance, stud. I'm not giving you even a moment of reprieve. I want you to build up so much seed that when we get to the camp, you can impregnate a whole herd. Can't do that if I let you off the hook for even a minute!"

Heiken considered leaving it at that, but he had certain needs to attend to. "I have to shit."

She paused and narrowed her eyes as she looked back at him, clearly angry about this. "Okani, Apkon, follow me." She then tugged at the reins, keeping Heiken following close behind while the two disappeared into the forest with the two guards following close by. "Get that contraption out of him so he can relieve himself. And you, General Heiken, you're lucky I don't want to ruin my lunch. Now get to it."

The guards pulled the plug out by twisting and yanking, having its girth pop out with a guttural squelch followed by an airy exhaust. The toy was still clean as a whistle, of course, so they took it off to the side while Heiken did his duty. He considered trying to bound off again, since the trees would have provided the cover he needed to escape if he was able to break the binds, but he also knew that even if he managed to do that the collar was still on his cock, and his hind legs were bound to each other. Best case scenario involved him getting a few kilometers only to trip over a root or something.

No, as much as his pride demanded he utilize his every strength to get out of the area and away from this evil mare, he knew the only true chance he had would be when he made it to the camp and was unshackled, or if someone came to save him. Furia and Blue Bell were likely on the hunt for him at this moment, given how long he had been away.

Eventually, he finished his duty and both Okani and Apkon took special care to clean him up and re-apply the lube to his depths, ensuring the corkscrew plug remained rotating around inside. While it remained uncomfortable for him, the slight reprieve that it offered seemed to reset his tolerance and it was easier to disregard this time.

He, the mare, and both Okani and Apkon returned to the camp, where the soldiers all enjoyed a meaty meal before dousing the flame and carrying on, once again trotting at a brisk pace with a plug in his rump, a cunt in his face, and a collar tight around his cock. In an odd way, he found that the prolonged exposure to all three stimulants was starting to numb him.

The only true reprieve from this personal hell.

Things continued to get better in the following hours, at least until the soldiers started taking turns prodding and teasing Heiken, calling him out on getting caught and roughly kicking at the base of the plug to make it ram deeper into him. Shockingly, this wasn't as bad as he'd expected, but it was still quite unpleasant and made him want to buck their heads off.

This continued for hours as the lot of them made their way past the forests and the fields, through the pass in the rocky plains, and eventually to the camp of the army.

As they crested the final hill, Heiken was granted a more up close look at the thousands of dragons making the army that he'd seen from up on the Golden Plains. They were far more intimidating and exponentially more intense the closer they got. Surrounding the camp itself was a series of large pastures and fields, each closed in with fence and filled with hundreds of horses. They quickly approached a small field - about fifty meters by fifty meters - before stopping.

"Those are the mares that you'll be tending to." Sabei informed him, giving one more wink before offering a subtle nod to her guards. They came over to take the harness off Heiken to release him from her immediate scent as she explained. "In time, you will impregnate every single one of them, and help to make us an army of quick-growing foals with just enough intelligence to carry our people into battle but not enough to fear for their own safety. And the first you'll be seeding will be me."

Her guards took her harness off as well, leaving only the buckles and straps connecting the stallion's cock to his hind hooves. Once they were done, Heiken felt that this was quite possibly the only time he'd have to run, if he was going to go that route. Problem was, he was surrounded on three sized by an army numbering in the thousands, with a group of a dozen clutching their weapons, waiting for him to make a run for it. No, he still had to bide his time.

Heiken had questions about too many things to narrow his focus, but his mind was clouded so completely with the various sexual stimuli that he couldn't bring himself to form words; only grunts and huffs came from his muzzle. In truth, he had no interest in mounting her - she didn't deserve his seed - but his balls were so sore from the full day's trek and his cock was dry from being exposed to the air all day. He needed to get his dick wet, he needed his release, just not in her. Anyone but her. Anything but her.

"What's the matter, General? Don't you usually have something clever or witty to say right about now? Something about how I'm going to pay for this or how it's only a matter of time before you escape? Well, don't bother. You're not getting out of here unless someone comes to save you, and extracting you from the middle of what we have here would be suicide for virtually anyone. No, I think you'll come to like your time here, if you can get over your pride." She offered another subtle nod to her guards, instructing them to finally take the binders off his hind hooves and the collar off his cock. "The sooner you give in to your temptations, the better for all parties involved."

Finally freed, Heiken reared back and flailed his front legs, cock firm and spraying precum everywhere. His mind told him not to fall into her trap or take her bait, but the soreness coming from under his tail mixed with the deep discomfort of his balls about to burst, and he couldn't help himself!

Sabei turned and lowered her tail, stepping away to put some distance between her and Heiken. "Whoa there, stud. Not a good look for you. Troops, surround the pasture, would you? I'm going to take this boy here for the ride of his life."

As instructed, each of the dozen soldiers entered the field and spread out around the fences, three to a side with the two guards waiting out past the gate with Sabei and Heiken. Both Okani and Apkon got behind Heiken to push at his rump as Sabei led the way into the pasture, grabbing onto the base of the plug toy before giving the stallion a firm smack on his haunches.

The sudden and intense sensation startled him, making him kick off the grass of the ground with enough force to have the plug pulled out of him by them, leaving him completely exposed and natural with a steady leak of precum spraying out in every direction as his cock swung from side to side.

He hated himself for accepting it, but his body needed release. If he didn't bury himself in this mare, he might actually lose himself to his feral nature forever, his ire steadily building and eventually erupting. No, he had to get this over with, and he needed to do it as quick as he could. With only the two of them alone in the field, he leaned in to bite down hard on her haunches, a true feral move that nevertheless still coaxed her tail straight up, exposing her pussy.

In response, she arched her back and grunted while her clitoris winked, spewing a creamy cloudy fluid out to soak her inner thigh and the grass between them. The look in her eye was sinister, but her body was too inviting to pass up.

Then, just like a true feral, Heiken peeled his lip back to sample her sent as his cock slapped on his belly, flare expanding to three quarters girth while splattering his own fluids to his torso. In his distraction, he hadn't noticed the guards Okani and Apkon having circled close around them, one holding something in his hand while the other grabbed at Sabei's tail to ensure none of the errant strands of tail hair got in the way. She was prepped for him, so it was time.

Heiken reared up tall and landed on her hindquarters with all his might, wrapping both forelegs around her hips while he kicked at the ground in an effort to buck and thrust into her. When he did this, the guard not preoccupied on tail duty reached in and pressed something rubbery against his cock tip, stretching it over his length all the way to the base in one fluid motion. This application of a condom was a distraction for the stallion, but not enough to stop him from hitting his mark.

In a series of brisk yet intensely violent thrusts, Heiken bit down on her shoulder and stabbed his cock up under her tail, bucking repeatedly until he found the moisture and warmth of her pussy lips, the brief moment of clarity just enough to tell him to slam into her with all his might.

One full bodied thrust was all it took to have his cock sink into her, flare to base in one thrust. He felt the pressure of her depths squeezing down on him as well as the warmth of friction as her walls caressed him up and down, stroking him and locking him in place as his length pumped back and forth. He was pummeling her depths with reckless abandon, the audible squelches of her depths a symphony of pleasure and overdue release.

She gasped, he grunted, she pushed back, and he thrust again and again, only pausing when he felt that familiar buildup coursing through his shaft from flare to balls. His length tensed and pulsed as his balls squeezed out every last built up drop of stallion seed deep into her, its fluid mass filling the balloon of the condom within her womb, all trapped by the girth of his flare within it. His hips tensed and bucked again, each motion bringing with it another voluminous ejaculation of his seed into the mare, exactly as she had promised and predicted.

Only the faintest sliver of his sentience remained awake inside him as his carnal instincts took him over, and that tiny minority of his conscious mind felt nothing but rage and guilt as he gave her exactly what she wanted. The moment he felt that first eruption of cum, he was already regaining his lucidity despite the fact that he knew that it was too late to stop. His innate desire to copulate kept his cock buried deep in the warmth of her depths, pumping shot after shot into the condom until he practically collapsed in built up fatigue, his cock slipping out of her and dragging the condom filled with cum out with him.

Just like a feral stallion, his climax was quick and intense, followed by a pullout and near-immediate retreat of his massive cock. He nearly fell over, only to be stopped by the guards Okani and Apkon, one of which daintily grabbed the condom at the point where the liquid met flesh to pull it off the cock that was quickly growing flaccid.

"That's how you get a sample from such a virile beast." Sabei said with a deep exhalation that showed just how exhausted she was from the larger stallion's vigorous mating. Her guard held the semen up to her face height so she could see that it was the size of a balloon. "This will be enough to impregnate dozens of our herd, get it to the on-site doctors so they can begin. As for you, Heiken, I'm glad to see you finally mustered the will to give me what I want. For that, you will be rewarded." She touched her hooves together to make a clacking sound, which signaled the dozen soldiers to all come in close and pick Heiken up, taking him to his new home.

Through all this, Heiken was swaying groggily, eyes closed and body shaking as he felt his energy draining from him. He barely registered what was said or what was happening, so when the group lifted him off his hooves and carried him to a perfectly carved circle in the ground beyond the pasture in which he'd been granted his release, he barely even noticed.

After being unceremoniously dumped in the pit, he gained just enough lucidity to see the dozen soldiers all standing above him, looking down with Sabei in front of him. The pit was perfectly vertical from the floor to the walls, about three meters down from grass height. He couldn't jump that, and there were no other ways out such as stairs or steps, yet he already had a plan.

"I wouldn't focus too much on trying to escape this pit, General Heiken." Sabei warned him. "While I'd much rather have you alive to extract your seed for our herd, we've got enough from you to give us dozens of young, so the longer you stay here the less you can offer. Remember that when you test the guards, because they get a little more bloodthirsty and I get a little less inclined to keep you around as time goes on. Remember that. For now, though, Ta Ta." She tossed her mane back and turned, walking away while all twelve of the guards did the same.

Heiken was left along in the circular pit with no doors, no steps, no instruments, no food, and no water, yet his mind had been mostly restored in the absence of unyielding, aggressive arousal. The strategist in him had already formulated a plan, but he wasn't sure if it was the best idea to enact it.

He had to ask himself if the pain of death or dishonor was worth it when he could bide his time, and enjoy the pleasures of an entire herd of mares all to himself.

The thought was a pleasant one, but that still didn't overtake his allegiance to the queen. The only thing to do now was to find the right opportunity to strike and escape, no matter the cost.

But there was no reason he couldn't enjoy the pleasures before he left.