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Ithilwen, Dustafyer, and Therris all raised their glasses in the middle of the table, careful to not spill their drinks while toasting one another. They weren't celebrating anything in particular, they just loved the company of each other and were always looking for an excuse to raise glasses, drink hearty, and watch the dancing girls at the Near and Dear's pub area. And, given the way the region was being slowly tamed and how civilization from the north was getting a foothold in Sosemma, there was enough good fortune to go around to any and all who chose to seize it!

It helped that they all had gotten pretty close in the few months they knew each other. Ever since Therris rode in on that gorgeous golden tipped mare of his and Dustafyer rolled in at the head of a caravan transporting important mining equipment to the valley, the set of them had learned that they all wanted a bit more and they all had similar ideas on how to get it.

Though the chats were preliminary, the thought between them involved forming a gang in order to acquire the best loot the land had to offer. To be clear, however, none of them were interested in being outlaws if it meant violence, they just wished to operate outside the law and make some good money in the process! No killing, no beating people for coin, and no violence if they could avoid it, but that didn't mean there weren't riches to be grasped.

The land itself was lousy with gemstones and gold, and some rumours led them to believe there was pirate treasure buried in various caves and beaches along the far west shore. If that turned out to be the case, then the relics that pirates were known to hoard could be sold or used to get them even more coin! It didn't matter what angle a person came from, there were riches to be had in the frontier.

Fortunately, all three of the partners at that table knew how to handle themselves. Dustafyer was an excellent rifleman, able to shoot a can off the rump of a galloping stallion from fifty metres away; his feline eyes gave him the best depth perception and movement tracking. Therris was great with pistols and had the most uncanny luck no matter what he did, which he theorized had something to do with his horse since that fortune only came after he bought that mare. Ithilwen was a bit more of a trapper and hunter, using her geomancy magic to summon vines and feed the crew if need be.

Between the three of them, they had the beginnings of a gang and had all the skills they needed to rob stagecoaches or hold up banks. Or, when it came to utility, train others to do it for them.

Prepared or not, however, they weren't quite ready to peel away from the law just yet. They all had jobs to do, relationships in Rhybute Pass to maintain, and a good reputation to uphold.

Ithilwen was a cashier at The Near and Dear's general store alongside Rick the shark-hybrid that had immigrated from Val'Verrex after the plague-swarm that swept across the eastern plains past the mountains. She loved her job and was comfortable selling canned sardines and fresh produce to those who used the pass to travel between Sosemma and Itanobel. That was fine, but she wanted more.

Dustafyer was in a similar position. He held a job as a respected rifleman, acting as security for the exact sorts of caravans and stagecoaches that Ithilwen was considering robbing if she ever formed the gang. He, once inebriated, confided in her that he was sick of how the rich have so much and that the common folk only get scraps, so he was prepared to take from the rich and give to himself.

Therris was a whole other story. He was a wanderer, a vagrant with no home to call his own. He travelled without any companions aside from his mare, Oceras, doing odd jobs for anyone who needed them done. He made a habit soon after arriving in Rhybute of taking the most dangerous jobs he could find, the ones that others failed at or died trying to do, and that uncanny luck brought him back every time. This reputation made him a lot of money, because around Rhybute, people promised big stacks of coin for jobs they assumed would be the end of most.

The biggest thing stopping them from wanting to form a posse and gang up was Sheriff Storm. The corrupt operator of the local lawmen was not the sort of gryphon one wanted to cross. In truth, he wasn't the sort of corrupt most might think, in that he wasn't taking bribes or letting other corrupt folks off the hook, but he tended to abuse his power as the most influential drake in Rhybute to demand all the sex he wanted. Prisoners, corrupt landowners, gang members, posse runners, booze swillers (the ones who didn't have a license), and thieves all ended up on the spined end of his thick club.

In truth, he was actually quite effective at his job and did a lot to keep corruption out of his town. Once, Ithilwen had overheard him loudly stating while getting a lap dance that his corruption was the only acceptable kind of corruption. And it was sort of true. Oil barons and politicians feared him because he would do anything to punish those he felt deserved it.

It was an odd dichotomy. On one wing, he was the most effective at his job any frontier city could hope for, but the cost for that effectiveness was quite high and took its toll on everyone's booties.

Still, they had plenty to celebrate by simply virtue of being friends and having allies in the fight against the frontier, so celebrate they would!

Therris downed his drink and slammed his mug down on the table, belching loudly before wiping his lips off. Ithilwen and Dustafyer were still drinking; he was the largest of the three, after all. "So why don't we do it?" He asked, probing for answers to a question to which he already knew the answer. Of the three of them, he was actually the least interested in being an outlaw, but the booze brought out the most brazen in him since he knew he was basically luck incarnate.

Ithilwen finished her drink and licked her lips off. "We can't, yet. We don't have everything we need; three skilled gunslingers aren't enough to start a gang, that's enough to rob one stagecoach and get caught. No, we would need to think through the logistics before committing to anything first. We need a base of operations, we need at least a dozen folks willing to look out for us, we need plans and contingency plans and savings and-"

"I might be able to help you with that." Dustafyer interjected as he flipped a jade coin between his fingers. Jade coins were ridiculously valuable and that amount of money - each one being worth the same as a small sack full of gold - was exactly the sort of thing that would attract exactly the kind of crafty vagrants they had considered becoming. However, right as the light reflected off the coin, he rolled his fingers and it seemed to disappear. "The base of operations, I mean."

This piqued the interest of both Ithilwen and Therris; the pair of them had been interested in forming a gang but were never all that serious about it, so deep inside they knew they were all talk and no action. That was, until opportunity was laid bare before them. They both moved in closer to Dusty - that's what they called him, fewer syllables and easier to remember - so that the chorus line of sensual dancers and the jaunty piano masked what they were saying.

Dustafyer didn't need to be told to go on, their actions spoke for them so he elaborated. "There's this guy in the foothills of Rhybute, buried somewhere in the forest near the river. He's a mage donkey stallion, apparently really damn good at what he does. I heard he even recently hosted Ceylon as his personal magical trainer."

"Wait, what?" Therris interrupted. "That can't be right, can it?"

Ceylon was a gryphoness said to be one of the greatest magic users in all the world, a silent, reclusive master of transformation magic who found those of great skill and trained them in the magic arts. She looked like and was named after the goddess of transformation herself, and legend said she was gifted her skills from her namesake, but everyone knew that was a rather silly legend. Still, myth or not, Ceylon was known to be an immensely powerful mage and only the most skilled ever got to meet her. The gryphoness's legend lived on through tales of her presence and nothing more.

And yet, despite that reputation, Dustafyer was certain. "Yeah. He's real good and he said he got a full month alone with her. Even showed me the feather she gives to prove it. He's legit, and he's got a cozy little homestead buried in the woods just begging to be protected by a posse. Big enough to host at least twenty people and it'd make a perfect home base for our operations."

Ithilwen waved at him to silence him in order to interject. "Wait, are you planning on moving in or commandeering the place? You make it sound like you're planning on killing this guy and taking his homestead as your own. Remember, if we're doing this, no killing."

"Yes, I know there's no killing. Just the opposite, though. I've run into this stallion bloke a few times in the past, worked with him when we first started shipping in all that mining equipment from Port Sanri. He was the one who found the ademane vein they're mining around Rhybute, and he apparently got screwed by the head honcho running the operation so he wants to get back at them, too. He wants ademane gemstones for his enchanting business, and says the purest ones he ever saw was growing around Rhybute. Now that the Hardstone Mining Company has taken over the area, he's as scorned as I am and wants his revenge."

Therris scoffed. "That's not the same as joining a gang, mate. Sounds like he just needs to enact some mayhem and get it over with, not join a gang. Plus, what's that got to do with setting up camp on this stallion's homestead?" It was a fair question, even if he was a little tipsy from the drink.

"Nothing and everything." Dustafyer explained. "On its own, it's correlated but not linked by causation. However, he did make a passing joke last we met. Slapped the side of his barn and said that it wasn't really being used for anything but storage and that it could house twenty people and their mounts, if need be. That, and the other buildings on the property, and all of it would be perfect."

"And he'd be willing to host us? That sounds like it could be fun." Ithilwen pitched in, leaning forward to keep their conversation to themselves. "I figure we should take a bit of a detour to this stallion's place and see what he says. Not ready to commit to anything right now, but if we're gonna do this, we'd best be smart about it." She raised her mug and finished it off, then tossed a couple silver coins onto the table to pay for the drinks.

The others did the same, sure to give the waitress a hefty tip for putting up with them. Ithilwen worked the general store and knew the wait staff dealt with a caravan's worth of steaming ulokar shit by every drunk patron that walked through those doors, so she always wanted to make their day.

Therris then stretched and belched once more, only this time he did it into his arm so he wasn't being rude or interrupting the piano that was being played. "I take it we're leaving...uh, now?"

Ithilwen grabbed her hat, flipped it into her palm, and placed it on her head. "Yeah, now. Sun's still up, if we mount our horses now we can be at the foot of the pass by midnight. I've got tomorrow off, Dusty's out of work for a couple weeks, and you're a gun for hire so you make your own hours. I say we quit wasting time on these boring lives and make something for ourselves! Who's in?"

Both of her companions laughed at her, with Therris patting her on the shoulder. "Sorry, lass, that's far too silly for me to respond to. Good speech and all, but we're trying to keep a low profile. Come on, will ya?" He winked at her and made his way past, guiding the three of them outside.

Once they stepped onto the back deck of The Near and Dear, they lined up in front of the gnarled windows and stood in front of their horses. All three of their steeds were attached to the same hitching post with Oceras being the biggest of the three and Ithilwen's mare being the smallest.

The most peculiar and interesting of their mounts was of course Oceras, who was more accurately known as Ocerre. A horse born without gender that learned to adopt either based on mood thanks to some inexplicable transformation magic; Ocerre adopted the moniker of Oceras when she assumed the role of a mare and was known as Oceris when taking on the role of the stallion. At this point, she was a mare, so the title of Oceras was apt. Therris did have to take a glance under her tail to be sure of this, since she was known to be quite nasty in some respects when being male.

She was absolutely massive, too. Head and shoulders taller than most horses, but not all that much bigger than Dustafyer's stallion, Vvilfred II, even though he was more about girth.

The story of Vvilfred II wasn't something Dustafyer talked much about, but the ash-mottled shire stallion was said to be named after an old fling of his rider's from Koluma, which was where the feline resided before he came to Sosemma. That was all they got, and that stallion must have been special because that kitty was so compassionate for his mount.

Of the three, Ithilwen's mount by the name of Selune was the prettiest but the least interesting as she had no back story or special skill. The silver-coated mare had a brilliant gray-blue mane and tail, but no magic to speak of. She and Ithilwen just had a lovely, personal bond that they shared and had since first coming to help with the early days of The Near and Dear.

They each took some time putting their equipment in their saddlebags before untying their horses from the hitching post and mounting them. They took turns bowing to and tipping hats toward one another before lining up and heading through town towards the entrance of Rhybute Pass, trotting along the valley until they were beyond the city limits.

Rhybute Pass was an interesting city built into the mountains. The range that split the continent and acted as the divider between the nations of Sosemma and Itanobel had only a handful of paths cut through it at various points, with Rhybute being the biggest and widest of them. It was characterized by a rather substantial pair of rivers that came sourced from a series of lakes in the mountaintop plateaus and converged in the middle to make their way to lower altitude on both east and western sides.

The city was comprised of two strips running along either side of the river that formed the fjord that cut through the mountains, each one heading in a different direction and connected by a series of bridges that ran over the valley below. The southern strip connected to a winding mountain path that headed west and the northern strip connected to a path that went east into Itanobel. There were dozens of businesses lining these strips while the village surrounding the pass were made of small clusters of houses nestled in between the cliffs and spires, many of which found on the plateau.

All in all, the pass was quite lively, hosting tens of thousands of people and the entire region was built upon what might have been the largest source of ademane in all of Dalon, which was precisely why the Hardstone Mining Company was so interested in it, what brought Dustafyer to the region, and the source of Nib's ire as well. Ever since that mining company showed up, the town had expanded exponentially and that had caused all sorts of issues for the locals.

The valley became a hotspot for travellers - even more than what it had been with only the pass acting as a path between two nations - and as always that brought conflict and strife.

As if the untamed frontier didn't have enough of that already thanks to the plague swarm that decimated the locals before folks from beyond the sea came to the region to inhabit the place.

These facts and this history remained at the front of each of their minds as they galloped west along the southern strip, passing drunks and businesses and merchant vendors all closing up shop for the night. Though they were all very intent on making their way to the foothills of the mountains and past the last waterfall coming from Rhybute, it became quickly clear that none of them were in the right state of mind to be riding their horses, least of which not together.

All three of them were tipsy, which wasn't too hard considering none of them drank much before settling in and around Rhybute. Therris never drank, Ithilwen hated the sauce, and Dustafyer just didn't have much use for it. However, after they all converged soon after Therris's arrival, they found that they would occasionally partake with sweet wines, mead, and even the occasional bits of hard liquor together. Since none of them drank regularly, a single mug of any of the above impacted them.

As such, the posse of three barely made it out of town and beyond the city limits before Therris made it known that he was tired and ready to sleep. Giving up for the night.

"Not sure if I'm gonna make it past the cliffs, you two. And if I do, I'm gonna have a shower in the last waterfall. You with me?" He slurred, the tilt of his body guiding Oceras to the left.

Ithilwen was the least inebriated of the three, so she decided now was about as good a time as any to call off the quest for the night in order to get a head start on he day come sunrise. "Alright, ye yellow-bellied ulo-backs, looks like we gotta take a detour. I know a place that's fairly well hidden from the path just beyond the next bend. The trail is narrow but it'll take us to a nice little outcropping where we can set up camp for the night. Come on." She galloped ahead and had the others follow.

As promised, the trail led to an outcropping with plenty of ferns and bushes that was partially sheltered by an overhang but also on the cusp of a purely vertical drop. Fortunately, the outcropping was massive, had to be ten or twelve metres wide in any direction with a few gnarled logs strewn about a pre-made bonfire pit. Perfect for camping.

Either this was a common place for locals to hide from the trail or Ithilwen had been here many times before. Regardless of the truth, it was a fine place to spend the night.

Even partially inebriated, all three of the riders were able to conjure up the skill and dedication to unpack their camping equipment and set up a series of three beds and two tents. The bonfire was lit, the scene was set, and before anyone could even think of baking some beans, all three of them passed out under the rocky overhang, hidden from the path with their horses standing by.

It was Oceras who first woke Therris from his slumber. The mare snorted right in his face after slipping her head in through the tent flap while lipping his hair and giving it a gentle tug.

Therris brushed her away and grunted before groggily opening his eyes to see what was going on. "What do you want, girl?" He groaned and rolled onto his side to get away from her, but she persisted and grabbed his horn to give it a tug again. Irritated, he brushed her away and quietly slipped out of his blanket to escape the tent without waking Dustafyer. "Fine, you've got me for now. What's so important it can't wait till morning?" He didn't actually expect an answer but he did glance past her to see that Vvilfred II was fully erect with his cock nearly touching the ground while he stared at them.

This gave Therris all sorts of ideas and theories about what was going through Oceras's mind. He knew she was far smarter than any other horses he'd ever met but had no way of knowing just how intelligent she was if she couldn't speak so he sort of assumed she was sentient but unwilling to communicate. With that theory in his head, he wondered if maybe she was asking for permission to let him mount, or maybe she needed to encourage him because he was too well behaved to mount her.

The kirin rolled his eyes and smiled before reaching over and patting Dustafyer on the shoulder. "Hey, man. Wake up, would ya?" He prodded while peeling his own sleeping bag off and rolling to his knees in a sitting position; he had to be careful to not swipe his companion with his tail.

Dustafyer just groaned and bared his teeth, still asleep. He seemed to be too tired - or still drunk - to want to wake up. He did wake after a second prodding, though, by rolling over and biting Therris's hand. Once he realized what had happened, his eyes went wide and he spat the kirin's palm out of his mouth and started purring to relieve the tension. "S-sorry about that, partner. Uh, what's up? Why do I need to wake up in the middle of the night? Can't we sleep?"

"Yeah, probably, but our horses seem to be, uh, distracted." Therris motioned towards Oceras and Vvilfred II, showing that the stallion was fully erect and pent up but not yet making any moves towards Oceras despite the mare being quite receptive. "Any reason he's being like that but not, you know, making a move?"

After wiping his eyes and yawning, Dustafyer got into a sitting position and slid his face past the tent flap and Oceras's cheek to figure things out. He had an answer almost immediately. "Oh, he's just a very, very well-trained stallion. Knows not to mount mares unless he's given the go-ahead. Makes him better trained and a whole lot easier to ride overall."

Therris huffed and brushed his hair away from his face. "So can you tell him it's okay?"

"Is it, though?" Dustafyer countered. "I mean, if she's asking for it she must be in heat, so-"

"Yes it's okay. She can't be pregnant but ends up in heat about twice as frequently as most mares. Something about her gender cycles. The rancher didn't tell me all the details but did say that she was not capable of becoming pregnant. So yes, he can go ahead."

Dustafyer narrowed his eyes and glanced around, his mind going to devious places. "I'd hate to waste a perfectly good stallion, how about you?"

Therris certainly wasn't the kind to say no to that, and Oceras spent most of her time as a mare and not as a stallion, so it wasn't all that often that he got to be on the bottom of any situation. "Sure, but how are we gonna keep from waking Ithilwen? She's outside sleeping and I doubt she'd appreci-"

"I'm already up." Ithilwen assured him from the opposite side of the smouldering pile of embers where the bonfire used to be. "And I'm glad you two are, too, because I wasn't gonna help this boy out unless you two said it was okay." She poked the embers and stretched as her two companions crawled out of their tent, greeting them with the image of her nude body.

"Were you masturbating?" Therris asked as he stepped out of the tent.

"Of course I was. Can you resist perfectly good, well-kept, thick stallion cock dangling a meter away from your face? I know I can't. Well, I did, but only because I had to."

Dustafyer laughed as he got to his feet and stretched. Both he and Therris were also nude, having slept in the tent and wrapped in blankets without need for their clothes. "Oh, if he needs a hand or a paw, go ahead. He's a very, very good boy and deserves it. Just, you know, I'm sure you can see he's particularly well-endowed and he's very strong, so, uh, just be careful if you go that route. I don't wanna haul your ass to a local healer and have to explain why yer cunt is torn in half."

Both Ithilwen and Therris had to do a double take on that.

"What?" Dustafyer shrugged. "I'm sure it's happened before. He's massive and his flare is, uh-"

"I'm fine, I assure you." Ithilwen interjected. "I've been with dragons before, I have a few tricks up my sleeve, as it were. Tricks that aren't used to win card games, if you get my meaning."

Therris nodded and pushed Dustafyer forward. "I think we do, yeah. So, how about we make the most outta this before the fire completely dies? And it looks like Selune's still asleep so she won't be an issue, will she?"

Ithilwen shook her head. "Naw, she's never an issue. Also very well behaved. So how do you do this, Dusty? You just like, smack his haunches or something to get him to rear up?"

All three of them had gotten to their feet and were in between Vvilfred II and Oceras, acting almost like a buffer or barrier between the horny horses. Oceras had remained in place with her hind legs parted, her tail up, and her spine arched as she winked at Vvilfred II, showing with utter certainty that she was in the mood and wanted it, while Vvilfred 2 remained a full body's length away with his cock drooping almost to the ground as he hoofed at the dirt under the rocky overhang. Both wanted it.

Dustafyer stepped away from the other two to stand next to Oceras, lightly patting her on the rump. She immediately hoisted her tail up and winked her clit, wiggling her pussy lips as she did so. "Here, all I gotta do is pat her once then snap my fingers. Question is, do you want him to go first or would you prefer to each have a go in order from smallest to largest?" As he spoke, he rubbed his groin so that his cock began to swell; he was by no means ill-endowed but compared to a full sized shire stallion and a kirin - who was half stallion and half dragon - he was definitely the smallest of the three.

Therris and Ithilwen stole a glance to each other and laughed to themselves.

"Sure." Ithilwen agreed. "But by that measure, wouldn't I be first to go? Mine's definitely the smallest. Then again, not as fun as doing cleanup, so you two go ahead, I'll watch and take care of Vvilfred II. Keep him excited." She leaned back and stepped away so that she was flanking the stallion.

Though he had asked for encouragement, Dustafyer was already grabbing one of the logs so that he could get up high enough and placed it behind Oceras's rump end. He didn't hop right up onto it, but instead leaned into her with his face within tongue's reach of her vulva before stopping. "This is okay, right?" He asked Therris while glancing at him out the corner of his eye.

"Sure. I'm okay with it; she's the one you gotta get permission from." Therris encouraged.

Dustafyer considered patting her rump before diving in again but was worried that may have encouraged Vvilfred II to make his move. Instead, he simply pressed his lips to hers and began to purr as he used his tongue to tickle her clit and part her flesh. The sensation of his internal vibrations and the spikiness of his tongue seemed to startle her and make her leap and half-kick before realizing she wasn't in danger and holding back to keep from striking him. He seemed to expect this and had leaned back so he didn't lose his spot under her tail.

She took a moment to calm herself and once she did she returned to the same position with her hind legs spread and tail up. Dustafyer leaned right back in and was sure to be gentle before applying his tongue to her clit this time. Instead, he focused on using his fingers to caress her lips, part her flesh, and massage her most sensitive spots just beyond her entrance. At least, that's what he started with. After getting a taste of her and manually stimulating her, he pressed his snout between her rump cheeks and started to push, eager to see if her massive pussy could handle more of him than just a fist.

While she could have, she didn't seem interested and stepped away the moment he felt her lips slide down his muzzle, causing him to stumble and fall off the log.

"I don't think she wants your face, Dusty." Therris joked as he rubbed his own slit. His cock - which was very equine in nature - was already half out and drooping a ways down his thighs towards his knee. "And don't take forever, mate, you got at least two more in line behind ya."

"Ugh, fine." Dustafyer grunted. "I always thought a lady deserved some proper attention, you know? I wasn't gonna just dive right in...with that end, anyway."

Therris shook his head. "Naw, she's pretty good with that sort of thing. Besides, she'll get plenty climaxes once your boy has his way with her. Don't keep her waiting too long, though, she might move on and demand someone else take your place."

Dustafyer grunted and hopped back up onto the log a second time, carefully placing his palms on her haunches for balance and to make sure it didn't look like a pat of approval for his stallion. He was hard as could be, his cock throbbing with an upwards curve that usually pleasured his partners best when in missionary position. He grabbed his length with one hand and her tail with the other, then used his cock head to slide up and down between her lips to part them before easing into her right to the base of his member. The feline was shocked at just how much of his length she was able to take considering how meaty her haunches were and how far away he was while standing on the log, even on his toes.

He was by no means inexperienced with mares ever since coming to the new world, but he was still pleasantly surprised every time he felt just how hot they were every time those divine lips wrapped around his member and swallowed him up. It was so nice he had to pause the moment he felt her vulva pressing against his groin just so he could hold off.

Unfortunately, he was urged on by his two partners. It was Ithilwen who heckled him. "Boo! Stop flirting with her and fuck her silly! I can't hold this big boy back for long!" She was squatting down next to Vvilfred II with her hand around his member and gently tugging to keep him aroused without ever bringing him to his own climax.

This bit of heckling encouragement mixed with the slight hints of booze that remained in his system was exactly what he needed to just go ahead and do the deed. He gripped her haunches with both of his paws and bucked into her with all his might, cock slapping against her plump pussy and making various other sounds as he pummelled her sloppy slit.

The feline didn't last very long, but that was mostly because he wasn't trying to. As the others had said he had a lineup waiting to have a go at the mare and she just wanted cock no matter how she got it. He considered fisting her - he knew that his arm would do more to satisfy her than his member - but figured she was gonna get a thorough beating either way so he didn't worry too much about that.

In truth, he really didn't have much mental real estate to worry about anything beyond the immense pleasure she gave him. It wasn't enough that her flesh was silky smooth and as hot as a freshly shot rifle, but she also had such insane muscle control that even for a comparatively small fellow such as himself she felt tighter than a woman of the cloth! Her clit winked, her passage squeezed around him, and it wasn't long at all before he collapsed onto her back, burying his shaft as deep as it would go as it pumped one shot after another into her depths.

He growled, he bit down on her lower back, and he tensed his loins to ensure as much of his essence stayed inside as was possible. The feline was delighted to feel her walls practically sucking his seed into her, which in turn ensured that none escaped her as his cock softened and flopped out.

"See? You don't have to take hours to please a mare." Therris joked as he stepped up and pushed Dustafyer to the side. His cock was fully erect already and glistening with the precum he'd collected and smeared all over himself. "Now move to the side and let me have a go."

Dustafyer was done and content and tired so he didn't bother protesting, but he did see that Oceras had that calm, satisfied look on her face. He knew righ then that, while he may not have been as grand in size and scale as his mount or his riding buddy, he still knew how to keep her happy.

All the while, Ithilwen remained off to the side, taking in the visuals of the two studs competing over the mare, an image that turned her on more than she expected. The dominance play between two males got her hotter than most other things and seeing that all mixed with the intoxicating aroma of stallion essence right next to her was a perfect concoction of desire for her. Naturally, this meant she was wet and hungry for cock but had to struggle to not gulp down the stallion's shaft for fear of ruining the evening for her companions. She could have, she wanted to, but she decided to be nice this time.

Therris wasn't being as considerate, though. While he was normally a very kind and caring fellow, the combination of lust-drunk desire and the fatigue that came from being interrupted in the middle of his nightly slumber drained any concern from him. He just wanted to have his fun and go back to sleep and was certain the others wanted the same.

He grabbed his cock by the shaft and pressed the tip up against Oceras's rump, smearing the fluid that soaked his length all over her there before sliding the tip down between her lips. He kept a firm grip on his shaft to guide it up and down, its rounded head spreading her lips apart only to have her wink her clit and squeeze them shut again. Therris knew exactly what she liked and how to tease her to get the best results so he had no worries about wasting time.

Once he'd passed by her opening a few times - each motion ending with him giving her clit a bit of a rub and cradling with the crook around his cock opening - he leaned against her and plunged his entire length into her depths until the scales on his thighs pressed against the curvature of her hips.

In response she tossed her head and reared up a bit, the motion putting pressure on his cock and forcing his tip to grind against her most sensitive spot inside; this was further accentuated as she winked, constricting her depths and adding to the pressure.

Therris had it in him to just let loose and finish up inside her right then and there, but he opted to hold off a bit. He knew she was as eager to take from him what she could as quickly as she could, but he had a few more tricks to pull on her before he let her win this round. Once she returned to all fours and was standing in place with her head down and tail up, Therris grabbed her by the base of the tail and tugged on it to pull them in together with an audible squelch.

She whinnied and grunted, nickering at him while tossing her head and pushing back with a series of clitoral winks. Oceras was in the deepest depths of her desire and was doing everything in her power to take from Therris what she could. The two had chemistry and a short but intense history of passion so they both knew how to best pleasure the other; she was incredibly smart for a mare so she was more than capable enough to trick him and bring him to climax even as he tried his best to not.

It was never spoken - how could it be, with Oceras unable to speak - but Therris had always considered his sessions with his mare to be competitions to see who came first. This little friendly rivalry ensured every one of their sessions was brisk, intense, and powerful. Just the way they liked it!

Of course, Therris was notably fatigued and a little tipsy from the drinks at The Near and Dear in much the same way Dustafyer had been, so he didn't stand a chance against Oceras on this night. When it all came down to it and he was shaking on the verge of climax, he was alright with that.

Much like Dustafyer, Therris grunted and bent over Oceras's rump and wrapped both of his arms around her hips for added leverage as he balanced on the log with knees bent to remain at the proper level. She squirted down his legs, her canal squeezed so tight it nearly pushed him out with every wink, and her clit kept caressing the underside of his shaft amidst a series of wet squelches. And before long, he was at the peak of his pleasure, his flare exploded inside her about halfway to her womb and his shaft throbbed as it pumped shot after shot of his seed into her.

Oceras raised her head and flopped an ear as she glanced back, smugly showing she knew she had won. Her pussy contracted and constricted in waves starting at her lips and clit to suck very last bit of Therris's essence into her as her rider's member softened and slipped out of her in much the same way any stallion's would have. She winked one last time, cutting off the strand of cum that had bridge from her depths to Therris's cock tip on the way out before stepping away. She knew that Vvilfred II wouldn't be able to mount if he was obstructed by a log.

Then, showing just how impatient she was, she swiftly kicked the log out from under Therris!

He saw it coming and hopped off of it in time, but the tumbling log ended up near Vvilfred, startling the stallion enough to have his cock - which was resting in Ithilwen's hands - spurt a strand of precum so far it almost hit the edge of the bonfire.

Ithilwen saw it was about her time to get in on the action so she got to her feet and put herself between Vvilfred II and Oceras. "Alright, now that you boys are done, how do we go about doing this?" She asked, purposely pressing her shoulder to the stallion's chest to keep him from leaping towards Oceras. He was an incredibly large stud, one of the largest and strongest Ithilwen had ever seen, but even he was outclassed by Oceras.

Unfortunately, Dustafyer had already passed out and was halfway inside the tent, his legs and tail sticking out beyond the flap but the rest of him curled up around his sleeping bag.

Therris shrugged. "I think he said something about patting and snapping. Here, lemme try." He gave Oceras a light tap on the rump, then snapped his fingers and pointed to her moist, dark chestnut lips. While his goal was to entice Vvilfred II and convince the stallion it was his turn, the image of his mount's plump vulva and drooling pussy made him want to dive in headfirst and clean her with his tongue. However, he knew this would just cause problems and get in the way.

Because Vvilfred II saw the signal and took to it immediately! The stallion reared up and pushed past Ithilwen to leap over the log and land right behind Oceras. His cock swung beneath him and all four of his hooves stomped about in the dirt as he excitedly readied himself for his mare partner. He was about as excited as he could possibly have been for Oceras and she seemed as eager as he.

It helped that his cock was about as big around as Ithilwen's leg and almost as long. Anyone who could handle a cock like that must have craved it daily. And, while it was true that Vvilfred II was quite the endowed stud, no stallions lasted longer than a few minutes so she knew that she would have to get right in there to enjoy what was about to happen.

Right as Vvilfred II reared up, Ithilwen darted underneath him and between both he and Oceras. While there, she got a lovely, full-on blast of stallion precum as the stud's member sprayed all over in an attempt to prepare his mare for him. She kept her maw open and managed to catch some on her tongue but was immediately knocked over as Vvilfred's knees pushed her over right before he wrapped both legs around Oceras's hindquarters.

The stallion bucked hard, his haunches tensing up and the thick musculature of his hips wrinkling up at the same time. His tail flagged and he snorted as he bit down on her shoulders for added stability and control over the situation. In response, Oceras was just as eager as he was so she swayed her hips and pushed back as best she could while being held down by her stud partner.

His cock swung from side to side, fully erect and spurting precum all over that Ithilwen strained to try and catch while Oceras grunted and squirted her own concoction to add to the aura between they and Ithilwen. It was a messy, sloppy, feral ordeal, which was exactly like Ithilwen had planned!

She rolled back to her feet and ducked under Vvilfred II so that she could help aim his cock. He was thrusting and his head was stabbing the mare's haunches but never quite finding its mark; instead, he was just spurting mess all over while Oceras did her best to aid him. Ithilwen grabbed his cock head, aimed it at her open maw, caught a thick and gooey glob of it which she gulped down, and eventually aimed him in the right direction once she was satisfied with her sample.

Vvilfred II found his mark almost instantly; the split second when he felt his head nestling in between Oceras's hips and against her plump lips, he practically leapt forward to bury himself to the hilt in a single thrust. Oceras grunted and clenched, forcing a blend of her own fluids and his to erupt from the seam where their bodies met!

Ithilwen had to be careful, but she managed to get down on her knees behind Oceras with her maw open as the two equines mated one another. She caught burst after burst of their mix of precum and mare ejaculate in her maw, and what didn't make it down her gullet soaked her chest and body, seeping through her fur right to her chest!

Above her, she got a wonderful look at every ridge, every swell, every bump, and every vein of Vvilfred II's member as it pumped in and out of Oceras, the urethral ridge on the underside tensing up and gaining definition with each and every throbbing ejaculation deep into her depths. She also got a clear look at Oceras's plump lips and winking clit in all its juicy detail, but she was more interested in what the stallion had to offer since she had long since grown acquainted with Oceras and her own mare - Selune - in the months since arriving in Rhybute Pass.

Unfortunately, she didn't get to enjoy the view for all too long because Vvilfred II hit his climax in less than a minute! He bucked as hard as he could, slamming his hips to Oceras's and pinning Ithilwen between them both while his balls slapped the canine in the back of the head and forced her snout between the mare's rump cheeks.

This forced her to intimately feel every twitch of his ejaculation between the clenching of his balls and the throbbing pulsation of his cock shaft as it expanded against Oceras's pussy flesh. From there, pinned between them, she extended her tongue to lap up what she could as it seeped out of her but she lacked the control to do anything of interest with it until Vvilfred finished up.

Once the stallion had come to completion, his cock began to soften and he slowly backed up, pulling the entirety of his length from the mare's depth while also releasing a torrent of gooey precum, seed, and feminine ejaculate onto her at the same time his meaty member slapped her right on the nose. Had she not been distracted by the splashes of various fluids on her face, she would have been concerned about his hooves coming down on her when the stud dismounted. However, she was too busy licking her lips while her eyes were gummed up with mess to notice at first that he had managed to rear up and land a meter or so away, leaving her to relish the shower that seeped out of Oceras.

She followed the scent and flavor of the mare and stallion gushing from the depths to end up on her feet with her muzzle between Oceras's hips in the same way Dustafyer had tried to do earlier. The main difference was that she had a longer and more narrow snout so the mare was able to better accommodate her, so she did with ease. The mare's pussy flesh dilated with ease and smothered all of Ithilwen's snout from nose to brow, her depths finally relaxing and releasing the combined seed that had accumulated between Dustafyer, Therris, and Vvilfred II.

And Ithilwen got all of it right down her gullet, the slimy, globby mass of equine seed and mare ejaculate trickling through the horse's cunt and right into Ithilwen's gullet. It was so thick and so very voluminous that she almost gagged, and would have had Oceras not winked her clit to constrict her passage and force the canine out of her.

Ithilwen was knocked back as Oceras stepped away, leaving the two a couple of meters apart with the canine on her booty and soaked from chin to groin in a blend of equine mess. Her loins were tingling and Oceras was happily swishing her tail from side to side to show that both were satisfied.

Just like that - about as briskly as it started - their midnight tryst in the alcove near the pathway had ended. Dustafyer had long since fallen asleep half inside the tent, Therris had followed suit but had managed to completely make it back to his bedroll, Selune had never woken from her slumber, Vvilfred was already lethargic within seconds of completing his fun, and that left just Oceras and Ithilwen awake enough to say or do anything.

Problem was, Ithilwen was too tired to go for a second round and Oceras seemed satisfied enough to not demand more. She, alongside Vvilfred and Selune, had already gotten comfortable and was heading back to bed.

Ithilwen knew she should do the same thing. It was strange, however, to think that she didn't get horse cock and didn't finger herself to orgasm and yet her entire lower body was tingling in post-climax delight! That was good enough for her, and while she would have loved to find someone to give her the stuffing she wanted, she understood the value of sleep and thus returned to her bedroll.

Slumber befell her within minutes, a smile of delight spreading across her face to show just how content she was in that position. She had so very much to attend to the following morning.

All three of the riders and their three mounts were aggressively taken from their sleep by the sound of gunshots being fired in the distance and the echo as the waves rebounded off the mountains. This woke them but it didn't concern them. They knew that between the three of them they could handle any threat presented to them.

The first thing they did was get dressed and equip themselves with their guns and relics. Ithilwen had a few staves that were carved up to look like wands in addition to her pistol while Dustafyer had his rifle and Therris held a pistol in each hand. Next, they packed up their bedrolls and tents and equipped their horses with their saddles. Before long, they were mounted up and ready to go.

Once camp was packed up and they had their trail set before them, they emerged from the winding path to return to the trail that would take them to the base of the mountain where Therris was leading them. They were mostly silent for much of the trip due to being slightly hungover and tired from the equine orgy from the night before.

Along the path they met up with a few random passerby including a caravan of carriages that were heading to Rhybute, a family travelling together, and what appeared to be a feline male chasing after an equine female, crying out about how he'd work harder to please her in bed. It didn't take much at all for Ithilwen to piece together what was going on there and joke about how he was too small.

This little joke did upset Dustafyer a bit but he didn't say anything. He knew she meant no offense by it and that he kept his boy happy either way. Instead, he conjured up a conversation about their destination after emerging from the woods to an open, hilly plain. "So tell us about this stallion bloke. You said he'd be perfect for-"

"No, Dusty. That was you. You're the one who brought him up." Therris countered in a deadpan tone. "Wait, I've been following you, do you not know where we're going?"

Ithilwen laughed and Oceras threw her head back as if she was trying to emulate it.

Dustafyer shook his head and gripped the reins. "Uh, right. Yeah. Sorry about that. Kinda out of it all morning. Gimme a break, will ya?"

"Sure, but if that's the case I gotta know if we're headed in the right direction. I don't want to have wasted the hours this morning on a fool's quest." Therris countered. "And how do you not know?"

"I know, but we were drinking a bit last night and Nib's assertion was pretty vague. I'm not even sure if he's at all willing to host us but I figure it's worth a shot." Dustafyer assured them. After a few more paces down the trail, he elaborated. "Actually, his assertion was pretty straightforward, but it was also deliberately vague. I think he was trying to test me to see if I was a lawman."

Ithilwen picked up the pace to catch up to the other two, wedging herself and her tiny mare Selune in between them. "So what exactly do you hope to get out of this? What exactly did he say? I mean, I don't mind going on an adventure or anything, but I don't wanna show up at this stud's doorstep and find out he was being cheeky or whatever. You made it sound like he wanted to operate outside the law, to take back the land and all that nonsense. I don't wanna include anyone who's not gonna form a posse with me. With us. Loyalty first, you know?"

"Loyalty first." Therris agreed. "But I think it might be important for us to really discuss what we want out of this, first. I mean, we've all sorta been fed up with Sheriff Storm for a few months now but are we forming a posse because we're disgruntled or what? All I remember for sure from last night was that we don't intend on killin' anyone. Unlawful but not violent."

"I definitely want to start with that. No killing. Maybe a bit of violence, but only when necessary. Keep the robbing to a minimum - actually, scratch that; we can rob but not people." Ithilwen added. "Steal from companies, from the establishment, but never from the citizens. If anything we should be stealing from the rich and giving to the poor to keep the new lands from having the same imbalance of power as the old lands, but I just wanna steal to the rich and give to the posse."

Dustafyer laughed. "Pretty sure there have been stories written about something similar, but I like where you're going with this. I like your little caveat, though. Steal from the rich and give to each other; has a nice ring to it, I think. And you know how we felines like shiny things like rings!"

They all shared a candid laugh before Therris spoke again. "I think what we really stand for is that we don't agree with the establishment as it is. I mean, it seems pretty silly to be laying out our philosophy like this, but if we wanna form a posse and create a gang, we need members. In order to convince members to join, they gotta be on the same page as us. Back to the violence thing, I don't wanna bring folks on to be part of our family if they're gonna go around shootin' and killin' and stuff. I want to get away from the law, not draw it to us, you know?"

"Yeah, we know." Ithilwen interjected. "I do agree, though. Very important to get on the same page about what we do and don't want out of this. I like you both and we all get along very well, but I don't wanna risk getting involved with unsavoury types. If anything, I don't mind opening up services as bounty hunters outside the law! Think about it, where the marshals can't go, we can! For a cost, of course. Without the limitations of the law, we can do whatever we want!"

"I fear we might be getting ahead of ourselves." Dustafyer interjected. "Let's worry about the basics, first. We can figure out what we're gonna do in the long run after we've set out the basics. Based on what we've got here I think we're all in agreement: We just wanna live autonomously from the law. Kinda like pirates of the frontier, right? Like the NLF - the Nautical Liberation Front - who wanted to live away from the land and thus not be bound to it. But we are on land, just not-"

Ithilwen interjected. "But we're not to go east of the Rhybute Mountains. I have been reading about what happened there and I really don't want to contribute to it."

"The plague swarm?" Therris asked. "Because if so, I agree. Those poor natives got blasted pretty hard by that ademane plague, I heard nineteen out of every twenty locals died to it before they let us immigrants on their shores. A tragedy."

"Indeed it is a tragedy, which is why I wanna not contribute to it. I will say this, though, it might be something we can use to our advantage. I work with that bloke Rick, and he came from Val-Varrex and said that his people actually kinda resent us. Wishes we weren't here interfering with their land."

Therris cocked his head to the side and halted his horse. "Wait, really? I thought they asked for our people to come and keep their culture from being wiped out. Something about needing new blood in the new land to ensure something about not being inbred. Needing the population for infrastructure."

Ithilwen nodded. "Yeah, there is that and it's all true, but there's a whole lot more to it than that. All that crap the recruiters fed us about the natives needing us was a sanitized version of the truth. Or at least I'm told. As it turns out, that was only done out of absolute desperation and they had been fighting to keep us out for decades prior to the plague hitting. They understand the reality of needing us but hate the idea of having our culture overtaking theirs. As he explained when we were training together for the grand opening of the Near and Dear, he was integrating into our world and learning our customs because he had to, not because he wanted to." She paused. "Well, he did want to, but it wasn't ideal."

"I guess that does work for us, then." Therris agreed. "Maybe we can help them somehow, too? Like, find ways to keep our culture from overtaking theirs?"

Dustafyer scoffed a bit. "You guys are getting way, way ahead of yourselves. Let's talk to Nib, see if we can set up a base of operations, then go from there. We're all in agreement we just wanna be free, we don't wanna hurt anyone, and we're willing to break the law if it helps folks, right?"

"Right." Both Therris and Ithilwen agreed in unison.

"Then I really think that's all that needs to be said at this time. We should check Nib's place out, see what he thinks, and if he's of the same mindset - which I'm sure he is - we can set up our base and go from there! We've got a whole new land of luxury to take, a fertile world to seed, and infinite possibility for growth. However, we all gotta start with the first steps and that's where we're at, now. I love your enthusiasm, but I say you should probably hold up a bit before jumping to any conclusions."

Therris and Ithilwen laughed, then Ithilwen prodded Dustafyer with her wand-shaped staff. "Oh, look who's getting all professional over here. We don't gotta worry about you tryin' to usurp our accumulated wealth, do we?"

Dustafyer didn't appear to be playing along. "What wealth? How much money do you think we're gonna make, here? I consider this an investment, not some get-rich-quick scheme."

"Lighten up a bit." Therris countered while spurring on Oceras to trot ahead and lead the others. "We've still got a few hours left before we get there, don't we?"

"Yeah, it's about one hour's ride west and downriver once we cross the final falls." Dustafyer confirmed, then spurred on Vvilfred II to catch up. "Don't get discouraged, though. This conversation excites me and I'd love to continue it I just wanna make sure we're not getting too far ahead of ourselves by planning for the endgame when we're still working on the startup." He then paused and laughed at himself. "And here I am acting like we're starting up a business."

Ithilwen got Selune to catch up as well. "Honestly, it kind of is a business, of sorts. One that operates outside of the law. We won't pay taxes - which makes us the most heinous of criminals - and we'll do whatever we want. We've got skills, too. I'm one of the only geomancers in the region as far as I know and I already have a hell of a stash of relics and gemstones to use if we need them. Dusty, you're one of the best sharpshooters I've ever seen and can hit a can off the rump of a galloping horse from a hundred meters away. Therris, you're just super lucky. Seems you don't miss a shot and have never been injured. We have the basics, we can do a startup, but we gotta get a base of operations."

"Yes, we know." Both Dustafyer and Therris concurred, somewhat agitated.

After that, the three of them continued down the mountain path mostly silent. They had said what needed to be said, established the primary tenets of what they wanted and what their goal was in choosing to forego the laws that had served to both help and hinder the people of Sosemma, but their conversation had spiralled into repetition and nothing more needed to be said until they met with Nib the donkey stallion and figured out exactly what they were working with.

They travelled down the foothills of Rhybute Mountains, wove through the trails that navigated the cliffs and plains, and cut through the forest en route to the shores of the river that sliced Rhybute Pass in half and meandered throughout the Frontier. From there, they chose the right bend to branch off from that would take them to Nib's ranch.

Dustafyer led them through the abnormally dense underbrush with confidence which eventually led to their destination. Once they emerged into the clearing - which was sizeable for a single homestead but a bit on the small side for a ranch - they were greeted the image of a tall, three-story log cabin in the middle with cordoned off pastures connected to barns on the backside filled with horses and dragons and ulokar and even a single gryphon as well as a series of fields for crops like corn and carrots out the front. It was a lovely plot of land, and between the two barns could easily house more than two dozen people if they weren't spending their lives here but only using it as a base.

"Welcome to The Glade." Dustafyer said with confidence, but then followed it up with clarity. "That's what Nib calls this place. Says that since he does magic here and it reminds him of his time as a colt it works on multiple levels. Plus there's a lot of foliage and it's all so pretty."

Before either of the other two could speak about the title, the front door of the cabin opened to reveal a bearded donkey stallion wearing a bandolier filled with vials of potion and a kilt with a satchel attached to either side. He was smiling at seeing Dustafyer but narrowed his eyes a bit when he glanced at Therris and Ithilwen. "Welcome, welcome Dusty. Who are these blokes you've brought to my homestead, The Glade. My lab."

Dustafyer spurred Vvilfred II to have him step forward. He turned around to face the other two in order to best introduce them. "Guys, this is Nib. Nib, the kirin's Therris and the wolf's Ithilwen. Friends of mine. Remember last time I was here, we discussed maybe setting something up outside of the law? Yeah, these are the two I trust most to join us on that endeavour."

Nib stepped down from his porch to stand next to Dustafyer while patting Vvilfred II on his neck. "I didn't realize you were being serious about that." His declaration put a blanket over the mood of all three of his visitors, a mood that was quickly alleviated. "But now that I see you are, I'm glad to hear it! Hardstone deserves to be robbed." His ears went flat and his tail hiked as he stomped in the dirt.

Ithilwen hopped off Selune and guided the mare off to the side so that she wasn't near the crops but was hitched to a post next to Nib's porch. Therris did the same with Oceras.

"Well we weren't planning on turning this into some sort of revenge plot or anything. We just wanted to establish that we weren't going to let the corrupt lawmen of the area take advantage of us." She explained while petting her horse. "But hey, if you know a thing or two about how to hit Hardstone - that's the mining company, right? - then I'd be interested in hearing about it. Can't think of a much better way to set us up if we're going to do this."

"Oh, of course. Of course. I know we're not going that route, but I can't help but focus on it, you know?" Nib clarified with an oddly enthused tone. "That company really screwed me over for being nice to them and I can't wait to take back what's rightfully mine."

Therris gave Oceras a pat before walking over to Nib and Dustafyer. "I'm curious and would love to hear more about this because having justification really helps my ethical core."

This made Nib raise an eyebrow as he lightly brayed to himself as a form of laughter. "Oh, well if that's the case, let me tell you a story about the Hardstone Mining Company and the sad, poor donkey who gave them everything and got nothing in return. However, while I do that, let's get your steeds booked in the barn or pastures so that they won't run off. I'm sure they're well behaved, but we've got hay and apples and oats and all sorts of delicious stuff for them there." He snapped his fingers and led all three of his guests as well as their horses - which had already been tied to the hitching posts out front of his house - around back to the pastures.

Though the tour was quick and his homestead rather cozy, Nib still chose to wait until all three of their horses were stabled up in the biggest of the four pastures out back. Once all the steeds were unequipped of their saddles and bridles, they made their way to the barn where he began his tale.

"So, about a year or so ago when the natives first invited us immigrants to their land, I was quick to come aboard. I caught the first vessel to Sosemma that I could afford and immediately took to exploring this land on hoof. Of course, I wanted no part of the aggressive expansion of us into the cities we see now - most notably Port Sanri and Rhybute Pass - but I still used them as hubs to explore. I love to explore. Very important to go on adventures and become familiar with the land on which you live. Very naturalistic, I feel, which is exactly why I have done so well with my magic." Nib helped his guests find spots for the saddles before turning to lean against a nearby stall door.

Therris halted him in order to ask a question. "Wait, was Rhybute Pass already established before we showed up? It's a pretty big place now but I thought it simply grew fast due to its link between the natives of the east and the immigrants of the west."

Nib nodded. "Yeah, the natives had a bunch of small villages and towns - most of them east of Rhybute - that are now abandoned. Rhybute Pass was a small village with a few dozen inhabitants and supplies meant to help people in their journeys between the halves of this new land. However, after the plague swarm - you know about that, right?"

Ithilwen, Dustafyer, and Therris all nodded with solemnity, acknowledging the tragedy.

"Well, after that, Rhybute Pass was gonna be desecrated and abandoned just like everything else if not for me. I visited the place, I used my runes and relics to explore, and while there I found the biggest and richest natural ademane ore vein I've ever seen or heard of. My experimentation and tests tell me the vein might very well be all through the entirety of the Rhybute Mountain Range. Hundreds of kilometers from north to south, enough to fuel the industry in the region for decades. Centuries. Maybe even a millennia, may the depths not open up to consume us all."

Having the closest connection with gems, this piqued Ithilwen's interest. "I heard there was a vein there, but not that big! Are you certain it's that big?" Such a massive find would be monumental.

Nib nodded with a grin, braying lightly again. "Oh, yeah. Huge. Massive! Record breaking! I even made up a map of its entire layout for my own benefit but realized soon thereafter that most of its mass was too deep underground or just too big for me to excavate myself. I considered applying for a permit to excavate with magic but the law had just recently set up the smallest of operations and weren't doing much to let me go ahead so I tried a different approach."

Dustafyer growled a bit. "Storm and his cronies, always getting in the way."

"Yeah, he showed up nice and early and established himself as the law, taking over the city. Anyway, he and his cronies refused to let me have my permits so I had to reach out to the Hardstone Mining Company and offer my services as a surveyor in exchange for a healthy portion of ademane crystal. I'm not sure if you guys know but I'm a mage, myself, and having a lifetime supply of crystal to enchant and turn into gemstones for use in relics is a dream of mine. It would keep my research going and my testing robust until the day I die."

Therris nodded, trying his best to not interject and failing to restrain himself. "Let me guess, you gave them the map, they made a promise to give you the materials for your research, and they failed to come through on their promises?"

Nib nodded and rubbed his chin. "More or less. The intention was to have them give me ten kilos of assorted crystal that was left over or chipped off in the mining process per month. You know, the scraps that were great for experimenting on but not selling. Nothing special, just garbage that would have and could have been tossed. They did it for a couple months until they learned that they could grind up the leftovers into dust that was very easy to enchant and utilize - something I learned but kept to myself years ago. Once they figured that out, they stopped sending me my cut of the crystal. They broke their contract and I sought legal aid in forcing them to hold up their end of the bargain, but-"

"Once again, Storm refused you, didn't he?" Ithilwen finished.

"Exactly. So I ended up cut out of a lifetime supply of material thanks to my kindness and generosity. I didn't ask for money, just their scraps, and they still screwed me over. I'm pissed and have been for the better part of a year and I've already gone through the twenty-five kilos of the crystal they gave me and I would love to get back at them. Take back what's rightfully mine."

Therris huffed and blew a bit of teal mist from his nose - ademane mist borne of the same spell that made his horn glow. "That sounds exactly like the sort of injustice we wanna counter. No violence, just rebellion against the growing power that threatens to crush all but the most corrupt. Ever since the Frontier of the new lands started to get tamed, those in power seek more without balances and checks from the laws that kept the world civil. I can't speak for Ithilwen or Dusty here but I know I wanna help you get back at Hardstone and the sheriff, if I can. Make em pay for this."

"But no violence. That part's key." Dustafyer added. "Scare tactics, but I'm not killin' anyone or we're just as bad or worse."

Ithilwen nodded. "Agreed. So back to why we're here. Nib, you've got a hell of a story and a great reason to want to exist beyond the borders of the law and a great motivation to help us out, so tell us about these barns. Dusty tells us you were considering converting them so that we could house a gang here and a place to store our shit while off gathering intel and planning heists. Possible?"

Nib nodded again and pushed away from the stall to guide them up the stairs to the hayloft. "I'm not using the second or third floor of the barn. The region is subtropical and I can grow crops all year 'round so I don't gotta store for the winter. That means that the rest of the barn that doesn't house the stables are empty aside from some storage. Could easily convert it to an open room for people to sleep and call it their home. On the conservative side, could easily house a dozen beds per barn with the top level for storage." Once they got to the second level they saw it was wide open with a few bales of hay off to the side in each of the corners as well as a few unmarked barrels.

"And would you be willing to let us set up camp here?" Ithilwen asked as she hopped up onto the second floor. "Much easier to deal with than trying to sleep out in the wilderness all the time. And, if things go well, could make sure our gang members stay out of your cabin. To keep things low-key, well hidden in case the law comes knockin'"

"Yeah, just help supply me with the gemstones and crystal shards I need for my research and make sure to not bring the law back to my Glade here and I think we've got a deal. If you don't mind, I'd even be happy to join you on your heists, if it means I can help out."

Therris shook his head. "I think it might be better if we kept your involvement to a minimum. We're gonna need someone who's clean in order to-"

A sudden banging on the outer wall of the barn cut Therris off and drew the attention of all four of them. It sounded intense, like someone had smacked the boards with a rod of metal! Without wasting more than a second, Nib and the others all ran back downstairs and out to the pasture where they saw Oceras and Vvilfred II as well as a few other drakes and stallions that lived in The Glade all fighting!

"Your stallion isn't well behaved." Nib informed Dustafyer.

The feline growled a bit, not appreciating the insult. "No, he's actually remarkably well be-"

"I meant the other one." Nib confirmed, then pointed to Oceras.

That's when it dawned on Therris what had happened. Oceras - a mare the night before - must have gone into one of their cycles and woke up a stallion. He hadn't checked to see if anything had happened of that kind but it wasn't uncommon for her to spontaneously switch genders and every time Ocerre did so, they had a brief half-day period of feral behaviour. He stepped forward to put himself between the rearing up Oceris and the rest of the gang. "It's alright, he'll be fine in a few hours. Just needs to find himself and settle down before properly-"

"We can't wait a few hours." Nib interjected as he stepped past Therris and got a closer look. "If he gets too aggressive one of my drakes could rip his throat out. By the looks of it, and yep, seems so, he just needs to get off. Probably in need of sexual release."

Therris nodded. "I can handle that. I'm pretty big."

Ithilwen stepped forward, chest puffed up and chin held high. "Naw, I got this."

Dustafyer joined them and struck a heroic pose. "I'm also willing to sacrifice myself to him!"

This faux heroism just made Nib laugh. He himself was a stallion and he ran a ranch so he knew a thing or two about equine reproduction and herd mentality. "I think only Ithilwen can do it." He paused and waited for them to turn to him and demand he continue. "If I know stallions, and I think I do, then it looks like your golden boy there is in the mood to mate. But just offering him an ass won't be enough, I don't think. He has to breed and only a female can do it."

"Hah! Guess I get the cock." Ithilwen gloated as she stepped forth onto the pasture. She was excessively eager and horny, the threat of aggressive stallion dominance triggering an arousal she thought she'd have satisfied the night before but was surprised still lingered within her. She wanted that stallion cock, and was already plenty turned on by mare Oceras. "You can all watch if you want!"

"Only if you're absolutely certain you're in it for the long haul." Nib cautioned. "In the wild - which he looks to be acting - an in-heat mare offers herself first to the stallion of her choosing, taking his seed and letting him fertilize her before her cervix closes off and she then lets every other stallion in the herd have a go at her. Purpose is to trick each and every one of the stallions into thinking her offspring is his so that they don't kill it upon foaling. Ithilwen, dear, don't do this unless you're certain you're prepared to handle every stallion on this ranch in quick succession."

This gave Ithilwen something to contemplate which served as fodder for even more of her fantasies. She grinned, she gulped, and she peeled off her clothes to toss them to the side on a nearby haybale. "I've got this." She assured before stepping out into the middle of the pasture between Oceris and Vvilfred II, standing tall and commanding the massive gender-shifted stallion. As she did so, Vvilfred II backed away and waited his turn; she smelled like mare since she had been riding upon one for the past few days. As she was about to turn and lift tail for Oceris, she was stopped by Nib.

"And one last thing, I think we're gonna have to tie you down to ensure you don't run off; if you don't let all the studs have their go at you it'll just reignite the rivalry between them." He warned.

Such a thought made Ithilwen pause for a moment to contemplate the ramifications but the moment she saw Oceris's cock fully erect and swinging between his hind legs she couldn't help but put on a brave face and turn to Nib. "Go ahead, let's do this." As she spoke, the stallion reared up in front of her, partially obstructing the light of the midday sun and causing streaks to cascade through the dust.

Nib glanced over to the other two visitors to make sure they trusted Ithilwen and they shrugged back. They weren't going to interfere, so Nib darted into the barn to get some leather straps, wrapped one around a nearby hay bale, and grabbed the other four cuffs to take them to Ithilwen, who was still standing tall and proud in front of an agitated Oceris. However, as he got close, she pushed him away.

"I've got this for now, I'll let you have your fun once I've calmed him down a bit." She insisted. "Go, wait by the barn, I'll call for you when I'm ready."

Therris, Dustafyer, and Nib all glanced nervously at one another before hesitantly backing away, leaving Ithilwen alone in the middle of the pasture with the massively tall stallion. Dustafyer went over to comfort Vvilfred II while Nib went back into the barn to tend to his other stallions and drakes; he knew he'd have to let them all out one after another once Oceris was done.

She was all alone with Oceris, standing tall with the dust whipping her hair and the stallion's mane as the ferns surrounding the clearing danced. Some birds took flight as Oceris hoofed at the dusty ground, giving the standoff a very dire feeling. But it wasn't dire. Not at all. Ithilwen was a combination of excited and concerned, for she knew that she was about to get in over her head in ways she might regret later but would be worth it.

Knowing that, she stepped up and pressed the back of her hand to Oceris's chest while looking him in the eyes; she had to crane her neck backwards to do so since he stood a full head, neck, and shoulders taller than her. He was an absolutely massive stallion, had to be two meters tall just at the shoulder, not including his head and neck.

And just like his bits when female, his member was absolutely massive. Even only partially swollen with anticipation, it nearly touched the ground and had to be as thick around as her upper thigh. Seeing this made her reconsider her willingness to submit herself to him but it didn't take much internal argumentation to convince herself that a few potions or spells would heal her up quite nicely if need be. Not like she had a choice in the matter. The moment she touched her fingers to his chest he reared back and galloped in the air with his front hooves, their wide berth barely missing her face before he came down hard on her and used his head to sideswipe her into the nearby hay bale that had been wrapped in leather by Nib.

While there on her side, she got a perfect view of his stallion cock from the perfect height, an image that completely wiped away any and all reservation in the back of her mind.

She rolled off the hay bale and onto her knees where she cradled his shaft with both hands and pressed its length against her chest between her breasts. She nuzzled his flesh, licked him, massaged his growing flare, and collected his precum to soak her own lips before being knocked off balance by him rearing up again and landing next to her with both hooves. This startled her, but she didn't give up. On the contrary, the danger and aggressive nature of it all actually gave her more incentive to work harder, to get him off quicker.

Fortunately, she knew that while stallions were about as rough and intense as could be, they rarely lasted for even as much as a minute; if she was able to take his seed, she could have a parade of cocks planting theirs in her in quick succession. The fantasy was hot, but the reality and the danger that came with it was even hotter. The combination of adrenaline flowing through her body and the musky aroma that wafted between them triggered all sorts of natural instincts she had a hard time suppressing.

Not that she wanted to suppress them. Sure, it was a little awkward that she was, for all intents and purposes, putting on a show for three onlookers and half a dozen various barn animals that each wanted to have a go at her. It didn't even matter to her that half of those creatures on the ranch were female and thus had no interest in what was going on.

The taboo of it helped to make her even more brazen with her actions, guiding her to hoist his heavy cock up and aim the tip at her chest as she leaned back against the bale of hay. He bucked and stabbed her so hard he struck her neck and made her heave before spraying her with precum and clonking her in the head with one of his front hooves. He wasn't trying to hurt her, she just needed to be in a better position in order to take his cock!

His aggression, his rowdiness, and his extremely evident arousal made it clear it was time to present herself to him, so she bent over the bale of hay and grabbed the leather strap that Nib had tied around it to keep it firm and raised her tail to Oceris, eagerly waiting for him to make a move. Her cunt was sopping wet with anticipation and her lips so puffy it'd be hard to miss even with his member being as thick and long as it was.

Still, she felt she had to reach back with her other hand and help guide him.

It shouldn't have been much of a shock or surprise to realize that he - an intelligent and nearly sentient gender shifting stallion - didn't need the help. He reared up, he stomped his hooves down on the ground on either side of her head, and he bucked his hips with all his might as a torrent of precum splashed onto her back, soaking her fur to the skin. His head slammed her between the cheeks and under the tail, the rounded tip parting her lips and teasing her tender and moist inner flesh.

To her delight, he didn't rear back again or lose his spot. The bulbous tip of his cock had found its place, he just needed to ease it into her and pump her full of his seed!

This was when Nib slipped in closer and wrapped each of the cuffs around Ithilwen's wrists and ankles, effectively bonding her to the bale of hay while she was mostly fixated on that thick and hot-fleshed horse cock prodding her loins. She was aware that Nib had done so but it hadn't registered in her mind that she was now tied down and unable to escape.

Oceris showed his perception by waiting with his pulsating unflared tip pumping precum between her cheeks and over her slit until Nib had backed away to do anything. He stood tall, glanced around the pasture, and raised a single front hoof just in case before bucking and forcing his girth into her with enough strength to scuttle the haybale across the dusty ground before having it slam up against his other ankle to trap it in place.

Ithilwen was immediately inundated with the most extreme sensation she had ever felt while being mounted by a stallion. His cock had pried her open and lurched forth with a pop to bury half its length in her within a matter of seconds; her eager and tender but unprepared walls quivered and clenched in response, protesting his penetration and constricting to restrict him from going deeper.

It didn't work and instead just massaged his length from rapidly expanding flare to throbbing median ring even more! She howled out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, baring her fangs while balling up her fists to handle the intensity without even realizing that Oceris wasn't even giving it one hundred percent!

The stallion remained standing tall, haunches flexed and back arched while he kept his head held high and his one hoof raised just in case. Only once he was sure nobody was coming for him - be it rider or drake or stallion - he bucked once more and buried the rest of his cock right up to his median ring in Ithilwen's taut, dilated hole. There was no chance he'd be able to hilt himself in her; he was already at the end of her depths with them giving out with less than half of his length buried in her.

She winced, she twisted her facial expressions, and she whimpered as she did her best to grip the leathers that bound her while her cunt was ravaged. She could feel his cock's expanding flare forming a bulge in her belly that put pressure between her abdominal wall and the bale of hay below her, a pressure that also hit every pleasurable point within her from one end of her cunt to the other!

Once he found his stride and the limits of her depth, he pulled back with a mostly-engorged flare to tug on her walls before slamming back in again, head still up and alert on the watch for any and all others who might dare take his mare. His bucking motions started slowly but with maximum force, but this lasted for only a handful of cycles before he picked up his pace and started slamming into her!

Ithilwen knew that this was about as rough as it was going to get so she braced herself for his worst by relaxing her loins and biting down on the hay bale. She knew it wouldn't last long, so all she needed to do was enjoy what she could for the following minute or so and she did this by clenching on the part of his thrust the pulled out and relaxing every time he pushed back in so that she took his girth with ease and still worked to pleasure him on the way out!

This worked remarkably well and after only a few dozen thrusts - each one a bit stronger and a bit faster than the last - he clenched up every muscle in his back and hindquarters to bury himself as deep as he could in his mare. The girth of his flare expanded her depths and his urethral opening kissed her cervix as his flare exploded to full berth and his balls pumped load after load directly into her womb! None of his essence escaped her, giving her a bloat that she liked a lot more than she expected while also plugging her with his flare to ensure even the straggling bit of mess flowed.

His urethral ridge pulsated and his flare gained even more definition as it grew firm and in size. He pumped more and more into her until his length gave one last burst of seed and then softened inside her, shaft wrinkling and slowly tugging the flare out a bit at a time. The soft flesh of his cock slipped out of her battered, messy cunt while the flare popped out any any stallion seed not deposited directly in her womb burst out of her to soak the bale of hay and the ground beneath them.

Ithilwen found herself panting and biting her lip as her loins burned and tingled in equal measure followed by a cool tickle as a breeze blew up under her tail and teased her gaping walls. She whimpered, she looked over to Nib to see what he thought, then she was distracted by Oceris leaning down to nuzzle her, cheek to cheek. His softening cock drooled a concoction of his precum and seed all over her back before he stepped away from her, proud of his conquest and she sighed in contented delight. This bliss lasted only a short while, however, since Vvilfred II was getting rowdy next to the barn with Dustafyer.

She considered shaking her head to tell him no - her loins were beaten and swollen thanks to Oceris's aggressive attack against her depths - but her instincts took over and she subconsciously nodded yes, prompting Dustafyer to whisper into Vvilfred II's ear and smack him on the haunches.

Vvilfred II galloped across the plains and right past Oceris as if the first stallion in line wasn't even there! He sniffed Ithilwen - his hot breath tickling her fur in the process - before positioning himself behind her and chomping down on her haunches. His cock, which was about as thick as Oceris's but not as long - was unfolding and swinging from side to side while spraying strands of precum everywhere.

The orgy had already been instigated and the mare - played by Ithilwen - was already warmed up by the alpha stud so it didn't take long for Vvilfred II to find his mojo. He reared up and stomped down next to Ithilwen with both hooves on either side of her while tensing up his cock and slapping his belly with his length. The motion and the pelvic contractions sprayed her hindquarters with his own blend of semen and precum before he shuffled forward and thrust until he also found her loins.

Much like Oceris, Vvilfred II had little issues finding his aim. His bulbous tip bobbed up and down in place until it smacked the underside of her tail, which gave him all the guidance he needed. Following in the same hoofprints as his companion, Vvilfred bucked with all his might and forced his length into her all the way to the base, hilting her in one motion!

He was just as thick as Oceris but perhaps half the length since he was a stubbier stallion.

This meant that, as he bucked and thrust and grunted and nickered at her, she not only felt every single bit of texture from the ridges of his flare to the veins of his shaft and the median ring and the velvety sheath half covering the base but also the fleshy slaps of his groin hitting hers. Not only did he enjoy the added lube of Oceris's leaking load, but he got to slam even harder into her thanks to how tender she had become after the first stallion's breeding of her.

This mare was tighter than most but just as willing, so he was just as aggressive as he would have been with a shire of his own kind. However, just like Oceris, Vvilfred did not last long. He managed a few dozen rapid, powerful thrusts with each one pumping up and inflating his flare a bit more before finally exploding into her with a series of powerful ejaculations.

Unlike Oceris, his seed didn't bloat her womb. On the flipside, the pressure that built up inside her forced the cum to burst out from around his flare and bubble out of her, seeping down and around his shaft and ending up soaking the bale of hay beneath her.

The initial wave of his eruptions hit her like thrusts in their own right, but it wasn't long at all before he backed up and let his limpening length tug its way out of her with pop as the flare and the rest of his seed burst from her depths. He sniffed the air, she whimpered some more, and she waited for the next drake to come out.

But no new drake approached her. Nib had gone into the barn to take one of them out but when he emerged no dragon or ulokar beast or gryphon or stallion came out with him.

Ithilwen opened her mouth to speak, to ask if he could help her to finish up the ritual so they could start work on the camp setup, but all that came out of her mouth was indecipherable gibberish.

Nib couldn't understand the exact words she was trying to convey, but he had a pretty good idea of what she was trying to get across so he stepped up to her and crouched before her. "So, missy, I suppose I forgot to warn you about this but this ritual, this sequential orgy of stallion and drakes? Yeah, it's not in rapid succession. You can expect to enjoy the afternoon tied up as they take turns and come back for seconds. I hope you don't mind; I have to make sure you'd be loyal." He then stood back up and pulled up his kilt to reveal his own half-erect member. "And when they're all done, I'll have a go."

His declaration made Therris and Dustafyer pause to glance at each other, worried.

But Nib wasn't going to let that comment just linger. He walked over to the males that were watching and whispered in their ear, softly enough that even Ithilwen's keen canine ears couldn't hear. This seemed to be enough to alleviate their concerns and the three of them left the pasture to head to the cabin homestead, leaving Ithilwen alone and bound to the hay bale with nowhere to go.

Oceris, Vvilfred II, Selune, a blue-scaled dragon, a black-furred Ulokar, a red and orange gryphon, and another brown-furred stallion were all standing around, watching her.

She was in for a hell of an afternoon but was convinced the worst of it was over. Oceris and Vvilfred II were the best endowed stallions she had ever met in her entire life and she managed to weather the storm of their assault, so she figured she could last. Unfortunately, her pleasure-addled brain and resulting semi-lucid state made her forget how aggressive dragons could be and how intensely textured a Ulokar cock could be.

Ithilwen was in for a rude awakening once she was presented with the rest of the males on the farm. Not that it was a problem, she had the magic skills to escape if she needed to; she just chose not to. The uncertainty of knowing if and when she'd get her next load was exciting to her.

At least until she heard the bellowing roar of the ulokar drake as he crept towards her. The strength and volume of it were enough to make her clench her loins in anticipation only to have her relax again in order to prepare herself.

The only thought on her mind was to have him bring it on. She could take it; Oceris was merely the first in line of many.