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The dawn came earlier than expected. As usual, I was already awake and fully dressed by the time sunlight breached the mountains to the East to lift the morning fog. Though it was not my position, I stood atop the ramparts surrounding our newly erected castle and looked over the Great Plains at what would soon be the first ever unified nation of beastmen.

Humans, elves, and pretty much every other race considered the beastmen to be savages. In most cases, they were right. My people, the Pegasi, were determined to change that image, even if it meant we had to drag the rest of our misguided kin, kicking and screaming, into civilization.

It had not been easy. The Pegasi were long considered outcasts among the tribes of beastmen and were, in fact, more at home near the borders of the plains. It was there, where interaction with human travelers and merchants could be more frequent than the skirmishes with other tribes, that our people flourished.

It was easier for humans to relate to us, and us to them. Our tribe was similar in form to that of mankind, with the exception of our tails, ears and the single, straight, smooth horn that protruded from our foreheads. Human culture and manner of dress was easy for us to adapt, as well as the advancements that they had made with regards to masonry and metalworking. Soon, the Pegasi became a buffer between the marauding hordes of beastmen to the East and the sprawling human empires to the West.

Our lack of physical strength was supplemented by armor and steel blades. Our natural connection to magic, though never quite as strong, was abandoned as human science provided enough benefit for us to tame the almost-barren lands we had been forced to call home. The Pegasi, having grown from a meagre tribe that fled the more fertile plains to escape slavery and rape, had grown to become the largest, most powerful army on the Great Plains. Under the leadership of our now former ruler, we sought to take our rightful position in leading the tribes of beastmen into a new era.

This castle had been constructed to mark the end of our campaign. Looking downward, I moved my eyes as though scanning the thousands of tents that had been erected in the area outside of the walls. All the tribes had come to recognize their new king and I, as captain of his private guard, was to ensure that no harm would come to him during the upcoming ceremonies.

I was a Pegasi Knight, and had been for the entirety of the war. Though I had fought in many battles during the past few years, I hardly held the look of a seasoned soldier. It was the curse of Pegasi beauty that had made our women so desirable to the other tribes. I stood tall - taller so than most females - and had smooth, ivory skin that had not once been blemished through countless engagements. From the crown of my head sprouted two long, slender ears that were covered in light-blue fur. My hair was of the same hue, falling to frame my face with neat bangs while the rest of it was tied in a long ponytail that grew to the middle of my back. A bit lower was a bushy tail that sprouted from the base of my spine. Like all Pegasi, my armor had been crafted to accommodate the presence of my tail and, while the strands of hair were the same color as those on my head, my tail appeared almost unkempt and grew wild despite my best efforts to keep it neat and presentable.

From the middle of my forehead grew my single horn. It was polished and kept sharp, though it had been generations since old-fashioned Pegasi dueling had been outlawed. While most Pegasi kept their horns capped, deliberately blunted, or even filled down to just the base, the knights and ruling classes made sure that ours were kept on proud display.

Those features were my most animalistic traits, remnants of the wild magic that had brought all beastmen into life. Whether we were the most strongly effected or weakest was a topic for religious debate, but other than my bright-red eyes, I appeared otherwise human. My face was even, well-shaped and, I had been told, quite pleasing to look at with a straight nose and soft, rosy lips.

My body had grown muscular after years of training - though I still held a distinctly feminine shape with gentle curves and a body that was soft to the touch - and my thick thighs could be seen in the space between my knee-high boots and my ceremonial skirt. Normally I would not be dressed in this manner but today was a meeting of our king and the tribal leaders of several beastman clans. As I made my way from the ramparts and headed down into the castle, I couldn't help but be aware of how exposed I felt outside of a full suit of armor.

The ceremonial outfit was designed to simultaneously appear less threatening and to display that we were not afraid of our kin who boasted much more impressive physiques. It consisted of a pair of black, knee-high boots; a short skirt, made of our most exquisite fabric, that stopped mid-thigh; with decorative armor pieces that covered our shoulders, arms, and sections of our torso. As I made my way down the cold, stone stairway, I felt my soft breasts shake with every movement I made.

My bust was something I inherited from my mother and not in a manner that I was particularly proud of. Large breasts were unbecoming of a knight in my position, and they more often got in the way than served any meaningful purpose. My chestplate supported them well, but not without putting my ample bosom on display. As I head towards the king's chambers, I couldn't help but notice that many of the subordinates and servants I encountered either stared at my fully-exposed cleavage or made an obvious effort to look away from me with pointed interest in...anything else.

I grabbed hold of the pommel of my sword and squeezed tightly. Partly it was to stop it from swinging against my hip but it was also to remind myself that, despite my being dressed like a Pegasi whore, I was, in fact, the captain of the king's personal guard.

Our king had not been in rule for long. In fact, the war had been fought and won by his father, our former king, who fell in the final battle and left the formation of our new empire to his only son. I entered the room after knocking twice to find him surrounded by a small contingent of giggling handmaidens who all seemed to have made a game out of getting him dressed for the day.

"Good morning, King Sylus," I declared, proudly snapping my heels together as I placed my hand over my heart in a royal salute.

It was less of a greeting and more to announce my presence, which had gone unnoticed. It had the intended effect of freeing the king from the tangle of prying fingers as the handmaidens all quickly collected themselves and separated so that I had a clear view of him.

Sylus was a young man, certainly an adult, but still a boy in many ways. He had been born into a period of unprecedented wealth in Pegasi civilization and it showed, with his father choosing to keep him sheltered rather than exposing him to the realities of war.

He was eighteen old, having been of age for two years now, but looked like a young boy of no older than fifteen. He had bright, green eyes and silvery-white hair that framed his face perfectly. Like myself, he had a pair of long ears that protruded from the top of his head as well as a white tail, both features the same color as his hair. Unlike myself, he had yet to grow his horn, the smoothness of his forehead often being a great source of insecurity for him. Also unlike myself, his back was adorned with a pair of pure white, feathery wings - the symbol of his nobility and his divine right to rule the Pegasi people, regardless of shortcomings otherwise.

He was also dressed in ceremonial garb with a white, long-sleeved jacket; black cape; and a red sash that streaked across his chest. His lower half was wrapped by a kilt that fell around his thighs just as my skirt did. Usually, when this ceremonial outfit was worn by a Pegasi king, it displayed the massive, bulging muscles he would use to leap skyward as he took flight and entered battle. As was the case with King Sylus, however, his soft, smooth thighs were on full display, with most of his legs bare until his ankles were swallowed by black socks and matching shoes.

"Well, Selena," Sylus said as he looked meekly towards me, "how do I look?"

"You look absolutely regal, your highness," I said, keeping my salute as the handmaidens filed out of the room.

I shot the final straggler a look out of the corner of my eye which caused her to dart through the door and slam it shut. Though I could hear their giggling just outside, I paid it no mind as Sylus' shoulders sank. "I don't feel very kingly," he said. There was a hint of sadness in his voice that seemed very unbecoming of the Pegasi king.

I broke my salute and stepped towards him so that I could take his face in my hands. I had been five years old when Sylus was born and had been by his side, in some capacity, for thirteen years now. As children, I was tasked with watching over him, and, as a knight, I was to be his protector. When Sylus became a man, I was also expected become his wife and bear his children as queen. Yet, as I took his soft, smooth cheeks in my hands, there was no hint of my prospective husband in his eyes - only a child who seemed very intimidated by the day he had ahead of him.

While my mother would have something to say about the king's lack of a desire to 'lay claim to his bride', I was fine with letting Sylus take things at his own pace. It wasn't like I was in a rush to be mated and made pregnant. It was another curse of Pegasi women that we always got pregnant once a male stimulated us sexually and deposited his seed inside our bodies. It was for that fact that I cherished Sylus' boyishness, as I was able to hide my own fear of intimacy behind it.

"It doesn't matter if you feel like a king or not," I said softly. "You are a king. Our King Sylus..."

"...the Third," Sylus muttered.

"What was that?"

"I'm King Sylus the Third."

"That is correct," I said. "Why does that matter?"

Sylus' shoulders sank again, even lower than I thought possible. "It's just...King Sylus the First and King Sylus the Second were such great men. They were strong, and wise, and...they were heroes. Me?" He grabbed his kilt and pulled on it, as though to emphasize his inability to fill the space it provided. "I'm just...me. King Sylus the Hornless. That's what they'll call me."

I softened my gaze and looked down on Sylus. The smallness of his stature meant that the top of his head only barely reached past my breasts, with the tips of his ears tickling my chin if he stood too close. Even if he looked like nothing more than a young boy, it was my responsibility to take care of his needs, no matter what they might be.

My fingers moved across his face and I pinched his cheeks. "You'll always be my king," I said, moving my hand up to his forehead before I flicked my finger against the spot where his horn should be.

"Ow!" Sylas backed away and grumbled as he rubbed the small, red bruise that quickly formed on his fair skin. "What was that for?"

"That was for speaking ill of my king. Be more manly. Believe in yourself!"

"Well...you didn't have to flick me so hard..."

While Sylas grumbled, I stepped forward to once again take his face in my hands. I inspected the bruise, not letting my concern for what I had done show on my face. It would be ill-received if the king showed before his newest subjects with a blemish on his face, after all.

I rubbed the sore spot with my thumb and tried to console Sylus. "You know," I said, "I think I feel your horn growing in."

"You've been saying that for years now, Selena."

"And it's as true today as its always been. Come now, we mustn't be late!"

While the castle had only been completed a few months prior, great care had been taken in order to give it, for lack of a better term, an antiquated look. We wanted it to seem as though the castle had already stood for centuries so that the peoples of our new empire would consider Pegasi rule something that would withstand the test of time.

All that being said, we couldn't hope to accommodate large groups of nearly feral tribesmen inside our new halls. It worked in our favor, though, as a large tent had been erected among those of the visiting clans. I assured Sylus that it would be good for his new subjects to see that he was willing to stand among them, even if he was to be recognized as king. It was so that we face-to-face with the visiting tribes, surrounded by dozens of savages under the canopy of the great tent.

Sylus sat on a throne from which sprouted a large circle where representatives of the various tribes and clans took their place. Each beastman, a great warrior in his own right, surrounded by an entourage of his closest, most trusted followers. Sylus sat with his knees together, hands rested on his thighs with his fists clenched to hide the trembling in his fingers. He was not doing a good job.

I stood beside him, hand on the hilt of my sword while half-a-dozen of my sisters-in-arms stood on either side of us. There was no chance that he would be harmed, not before we were able to intercept an attack or anyone looking to challenge his rule. Still, he seemed afraid.

Negotiations had not been going well. Some tribes wanted more autonomy than most while other tribes demanded that they have the freedom to continue the plundering and raiding they had engaged in for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. These demands could not possibly be granted but Sylus was not prepared to deny them outright, especially when they came from small armies of beastmen who all looked like they could break him in half without the slightest effort.

"Silence!" One of the beastmen roared, bringing the noisy congregation to an uneasy silence. My ears bristled involuntarily as the raw, savage power in his voice washed over me and out of the corner of my eye, I could see several of my sisters shift uncomfortably as they felt the same. The effect on us only lasted a fraction of an instant, and we were certain that none who looked on took notice of our reaction.

The beastman stepped from his place and broke the circle, bringing all attention to him. It was arrogance, disobedience, and a direct challenge to Sylus' authority. Sylus, however, seemed petrified by the beastman's presence and did nothing to assert his power. I, myself, was shackled by the protocols of my station. After all, it would be an embarrassment if Sylus' own wife-to-be were to assert control over his court while he sat silently. The creature turned on the spot before focusing his attention on myself, then Sylus. I knew him.

Ta'al-Huuak was a raider, tribesman, and leader of the Muuana clan. Of all the beastmen, the Muuana were closest to the Pegasi. Some may even refer to them as our ancient kin. They were what humans would describe as 'horsemen'. Powerful savages who towered over any who stood in their way and whose prowess on open fields were legendary.

We had fought many times in the previous years. I had faced the Muuana personally, each time standing ground or being forced to retreat from the relentless assault that defined their battle strategy. In fact, the Muuana was the only clan the Pegasi had been incapable of subjugating and they had only agreed to surrender once all their neighbors and allies had been broken.

Ta'al-Huuak was the greatest of their warriors. A legend among legends, he stood well past seven feet tall. His body was broad and well-built with each of his slow, deliberate movements causing his skin to shift as his muscles rippled with lazy effort. While the Pegasi were, at best, described as human with horse-like features, the Muuana were quite the opposite: they were horsemen, only taking the rough shape of man so that they could stand well on their hind legs and have hands capable of wielding weaponry.

Their bodies, unlike ours, were covered head-to-toe in short, coarse fur and Ta'al-Huuak was no different. He was coated in bristly, dark brown hair which functioned, in conjunction with his musculature, as a natural armor which protected him from all but the sharpest of blades. Like most of his people, Ta'al-Huuak wore no clothing save for loincloth which hung from his waist, reaching down to between his knees. It did...very little to protect his modesty and, as he approached the throne, I made sure to keep my gaze above his waist lest I saw something I did not want to see.

"Hail, Boy-Who-Would-Be-King!"

Sylus startled, as though he never expected Ta'al-Huuak to address him directly. In fact, he seemed to have shrunk in his throne in order to avoid the horseman's gaze.

"You may refer to him as your king, if it pleases you." As I spoke, I drew my sword only slightly so that Ta'al-Huuak would know he had ventured too close.

"My king," the horseman corrected himself. "King...Sylus the Third?"

I stood silently and clenched my jaw as I hoped in desperation that Sylus would speak for himself.

"Y-yes," Sylas said finally. All the ears in the room perked up and turned their attention from Ta'al-Huuak to the young boy who sat before him. "I am Sylus the Third, and you will recognize me as your king."

The horseman tilted his head. There was a silence that lasted for a few seconds before the remaining members of the Muuana tribe burst into laughter. "My king? For one who would be my king, your horn-up-above seems to be lacking in prominence. Am I to assume your horn-down-below is similarly lacking?"

Ta'al-Huuak placed his large hands on his hips and jutted his waist forward. It was an obvious display of his stature and, more than that, an indirect challenge to the Sylus' authority over him.

"Watch your mouth," I hissed.

"Or else what? You will kill me for speaking mere words? Is that how the Pegasi intend to rule?"

I looked to Sylus, shocked to see his hand raised as though to restrain me. "Who are you?" he said, gesturing towards Ta'al-Huuak. "I don't believe we've met before."

I was certain that Sylus knew of the Muuana's leader. I had given reports about him many times while Sylus was present. It was only when I saw the reaction on the horseman's face - the anger and disbelief at not being immediately recognized - that I understood what Sylus had done.

The rest of the Muuana quickly grew silent as Ta'al-Huuak fumed. "I," he said, "am Ta'al-Huuak!" He pounded his chest with his massive fist. The impact sent a dull thud over all in attendance, as though he had beat against a gigantic drum. "I am the greatest of the Muuana. I am the stallion incarnate." He looked down on Sylus and, as he did, his thumb gestured to the necklace he wore around his bulging neck. It was made of wooden beads of all different collars. Several of the beads were adorned with tufts of fur spread at even intervals - half a dozen in total - that draped over Ta'al-Huuak's chest. "I represent the people-not-broken. My very existence challenges your claim over these Great Plains!"

There was a violent cheer from the other members of the Muuana clan. It seemed as though they followed their leader with an almost religious level of devotion.

"I have not heard of you before today," Sylus muttered. He seemed almost bored.

"You would have had you ever stepped foot on the battlefield. You would have learned of me as I tore your head from your shoulders. Spine and all."

I could see Sylus' fingers grip the armrest of his throne with his knuckles bone-white. He was terrified. Ta'al-Huuak's threat might have been nothing but bravado, but he was genuinely capable of executing it if he were ever given the opportunity.

"Perhaps..." Sylus said.

"Perhaps...you are afraid?" Ta'al-Huuak enquired.

"No," Sylus lied.

"No? You do not fear me when you are so," he jutted his hips forward once more, causing whatever hung behind his loincloth to swing dangerously close to immodesty, "...small?"

"I don't fear you. Because if you truly were to be met on the field of battle, that means you were never able to even best my mare in combat. You are no threat to me."

Sylus' words stung. 'Mare' was the lowest, most degrading term for my position that he could have chosen but it needed to be done. It was true that Ta'al-Huuak had not ever defeated me in one-on-one combat. Neither had I beaten him. However, our stalemate would be made all the more embarrassing if he knew that I, someone who stood as his equal on the battlefield, was Sylus' mate.

Despite the humiliation I felt, I couldn't help but acknowledge the effect that Sylus' word had on the horseman. He stared at me in disbelief, not to the fact that Sylus and I were betrothed but because he expected me to retaliate against being referred to as a simple mare. I held my face with an even expression and kept my wounded pride well hidden. As long as I did not challenge Sylus' authority, Ta'al-Huuak could not dispute the claim.

Finally, he broke face. "Fine, fine," he said. "He-who-mounts the great Selena." The leader of the Muuana bowed before Sylus and brought himself into a low salute. The obvious jab at me had to be allowed past, lest I undid all that Sylus worked to do. "I recognize you as king of the Pegasi. But my people are still free."

"Your people can have your freedom," Sylus said before turning his words to all in attendance. "Under the Pegasi empire, all are free!"

Ta'al-Huuak snorted. His people were slavers and such a proclamation directly challenged to their way of life. He did not protest, however, as the congregation once again erupted into noise and arguments. As the horseman turned from Sylus to return to his people, I made sure to keep my eyes on his broad back. After all, his loincloth did nothing to conceal him from behind.

The first day of talks went as expected. By the end, Sylus was drained both mentally as well physically.

"Selenaaaa," he whined as I brought him back to his private tent. It had been erected near the large one where the meeting had been held and would serve as his quarters for this night into the next day. "That was scary!"

"You did wonderfully, my king." I said. I kept my tone even as we were not alone. A small group of Sylus' handmaidens surrounded him so that he could be undressed and changed into his more casual royal garb.

He turned to me and scanned my face, staring with his deep, green eyes into my piercing red gaze. "I'm sorry for what I said," he muttered. "About you being my ma - "

I cut him off. "Don't apologize," I said sharply, though I bit my tongue and chose my words carefully. "Ta'al-Huuak, and his people, they only respect strength and dominance. You had to speak to him in a manner he would understand."

The handmaidens parted, leaving Sylus in a flowing robe that made him look even more ridiculously diminutive than he usually did. With a clap of his hands they exited the tent to give us both some privacy. "But you're amazing...I shouldn't talk about you like that."

"Talk about me like what?" I approached Sylus slowly and he instinctively covered his forehead with both hands in order to protect himself.

"You know..."

"I have no idea," I lied.

Finally, Sylus caught on and dropped his guard. "Yeah," he said, "I don't know either." He flashed a small smile, as though relieved that I wasn't upset. "I'm glad things went well today, even if it was a bit scary."

"Don't get too relaxed," I replied. "You stood up for yourself but you have to let everyone know that you are king. Tomorrow you need to make sure that all the tribes and clans know that they are to pay fealty. All of them."

"What if he doesn't agree? What if he challenges me to some sort of combat and, you know," he made a gesture with both hands as though to indicate the removal of his head, accompanied by a fairly comical representation of what the event might sound like.

"It's fine." I dropped my hand from the pommel of my sword and instead wrapped my arms around Sylus' shoulders. "If anyone tries to hurt you, they'll have to go through me first."

"It sucks," Sylus muttered. His face was buried in my cleavage in the most innocent way and I could barely hear what he said.

"What?"

"It sucks that you have to protect me and it's not the other way around."

"Oh," I said. "I don't mind." I flexed my muscles, squeezing lightly but with enough strength to cause Sylus some discomfort.

"Owww!" He struggled in my arms for a few seconds before I let him escape. "What the hell? You're so strong!"

"I ought to be." I stuck my tongue out at him. "All those years of training and these muscles have to be good for something."

"Muscles?" Sylus' gaze dropped from my face to my chest, and then moved down the rest of my body.

I was suddenly very self-conscious and covered myself with my hands. "You just imagined me naked!"

"I didn't!" Sylus proclaimed, but it was obvious that he lied. Whenever he did, his nostrils would flare wildly and he opened his eyes wide.

"I'm so embarrassed..."

"Selena," Sylus grumbled.

I shot him a look to indicate that I was only teasing before turning to leave. "I don't think I can stay alone with such a lecherous king. You might take advantage!"

"Stop it. It's not like that!"

"Oh?" I stopped at the entrance to the tent and turned to look at Sylus. "What is it like, then?"

"I don't know..."

I huffed playfully and flicked my tail towards him before making to leave.

"Selena?"

"What is it?"

"Can I..."

Sylus hesitated.

"Can you what?"

"Can I visit your tent, you know...later?"

My ears dropped as I considered his request. "You don't have to," I said. "I won't be very far away. If anything happens I'll be here to protect you in seconds."

Sylus shook his head. "That's not it. I want to visit you tonight," he blushed, "to, you know, spend the night."

My eyes widened and I felt my temperature rise as my face turned red. Sylus couldn't bring himself to look at me, which was fortunate because it took several seconds for me to fix my dumbstruck face. "You m-may," I stuttered before collecting myself. "I look forward to your visit, my king."

I had hurried off and left Sylus alone before our mutual embarrassment killed us both. Since then, I had been pacing in my tent, back and forth, long enough to leave a trail of trampled grass beneath my feet.

My entire life had been dedicated to training, and war, and protecting Sylus' life. I knew that I was to be his queen and be mated. One day. Not today or, in honesty, never anytime soon.

The sun was still low in the Western sky. Night had not yet fallen and it might be hours before Sylus visited me. I raised my hands and grabbed at the long strands of blue hair that grew from just below my ears.

I had no idea what to do. Should I be naked when he arrived? Would he think that too forward? Would he prefer to undress me? Should I be wearing my armor, or a robe, or anything else? I had no sleepwear - nothing feminine or enticing that would arouse a king's manhood.

My eyes widened. Who would take the lead? Did Sylus know what to do? Did I? I guessed that I should just get on my hands and knees and let him mount me? Maybe on my back. Should I practice the positions? I should definitely practice.

I pulled on my hair again. Each minute brought more questions and I had none of the answers. War and battle were simple things. This. Mating. Being bred. This was hard. Still, each minute that passed was another minute closer to Sylus arrival and I still hadn't managed to remove my armor. Come morning, I swallowed, I would be pregnant. Certainly.

My hands instinctively moved to my stomach in a defensive manner. For an instant the thought of myself sitting in Sylus' bedchamber with a swollen, pregnant belly flashed in my mind and I couldn't help but have a silly grin spread across my face. I had barely gotten lost in the fantasy when I heard footsteps outside of my tent.

They were not Sylus'. They were far too heavy. Too far apart. I gripped my sword by the hilt and drew the flap back so that the lamplight could flood outside and illuminate the growing darkness.

In front of me stood a young member of the Muuana clan. He was one of Ta'al-Huuak's entourage, a young warrior whose name I did not know nor did I recognize him from our countless battles. "What do you want?" I asked.

"My leader, the great Ta'al-Huuak," he said after falling to one knee, "has sent me to request the presence of Selena-the-fencer."

"What for?"

"He wishes to discuss terms under which our people will serve the Pegasi." As the warrior spoke, he kept his head bowed so that his eyes focused on the patch of grass in front of him.

I furrowed my brow and relaxed my shoulders, though I kept my hand on the hilt of my sword. "If he wishes to discuss terms, then have him do it tomorrow in front of everyone else. Have him speak to King Syl - to my mate."

"With all respect," the young Muuana said. "My leader does not respect the king. He says you are the one-who-stands-proud, the one who should be the true leader of the Pegasi. If he is to have this talk tomorrow, he must speak those words before all. Would you not prefer to..."

"Fine," I said, "I get it. Would these talks last long?"

"He does not believe so."

"Tell him I will be there shortly." With those words I dismissed the warrior and pondered my position.

It was the confidence that Sylus had gained by standing up to Ta'al-Huuak that spurred him to make a move tonight. If he knew that the Muuana still did not respect him, that confidence would be shattered and who knew how long it would be before Sylus came to my bed again. Regardless of appearances, if he got me pregnant - if I carried his child - no one could deny that he was deserving of his position as king of the Pegasi. Not even Ta'al-Huuak.

I had a few hours before he would pay me a visit. In that time, I would speak with the Muuana chieftain and hear his request.

The Muuana's encampment was relatively close to ours and I made my way there in secret, aided by an unassuming cloak that I used to conceal my hair and armor. I was greeted by the members of Ta'al-Huuaks tribe but otherwise allowed to enter his tent unimpeded where I encountered the horseman in his more relaxed state.

He was sat on a small mountain of cushions and blankets. As I stepped towards him, I was immediately hit by a wall of stench. Thick, masculine musk permeated the air and made my nostrils burn as my lower abdomen churned with excitement. "Did you not think to bathe before holding conference with me?" I asked.

Ta'al-Huuak's gaze washed over my body as I dropped the cloak I had been wearing to the floor. "My people," he said slowly as his eyes lingered on the bits of flesh that my ceremonial armor left exposed, "we only bathe when covered by the blood and gore of our enemies."

"My people bathe regularly," I said. "And we take great pride in it."

"That sounds like a waste of water."

"And you are wasting my time," I retorted. "I was told you wanted to discuss terms of your servitude and I'm here. So discuss."

The horseman shifted his legs before standing up. He kept his eyes glued to mine and I made sure not to let my gaze drop downward as he deliberately exposed himself to me. He wanted to me to look and I would not give him the pleasure. "My people are not like yours," he said. "They do not recognize kings. They recognize worth and accomplishment."

"So?"

"Your king. This Sylus-No-Horn...has accomplished nothing."

"He's accomplished making me his mate," I reminded Ta'al-Huuak, "and I have accomplished many things."

"Empty words," the Muuana said. His nostrils flared as he breathed deeply. "You may have promised yourself to him but he has yet to mount you. You smell very...not-with-child."

"That is none of your business," I hissed.

"It is my business when you expect my people to kneel to a man who is too weak to breed his mare."

As soon as the words left his mouth, I drew my sword. Within an instant, the blade was at Ta'al-Huuak's neck. "You watch your words," I said threateningly.

"Now you stand up for yourself." The horseman did not seem the least bit concerned about the steel pressed against his throat. "You know that blade will not kill me. My skin-like-iron protects me. You will merely scratch my hide.

"Perhaps," I said as I moved the tip down his chest, dragging it along his fur until the tip of my sword pressed into Ta'al-Huuak's loincloth. "What about this? Does your iron-like skin protect you here as well?"

The Muuana did not respond.

I smiled. "Maybe if I took half your length then it'll remove enough of your ego so that you'll bend the knee willingly."

"Go ahead, then," the horseman said in his deep, low voice. His hand pulled on the string of his cloth and it fell away, revealing his massive organ.

My eyes glanced downward involuntarily and I saw his tool. Unlike the rest of him, it was smooth and hairless. It grew down until it almost reached to knee-length and was thicker than my own muscular forearm. It was pink in color, though blotched and discolored in several places until it grew dark towards the tip. Unlike Pegasi men whose penises were smaller and in line with their more human form, Ta'al-Huuak's was equine, with a massive, flared head that seemed totally unserviceable.

"Put that thing away," I growled.

"Why? Weren't you going to take half my length?"

I didn't respond but drew my sword away and returned it to its scabbard. The scent that came from Ta'al-Huuak's organ was overwhelming. I swallowed several times as I began salivating heavily and I could feel other, more shameless, secretions begin to flow as well. "Is this what you called me here for? To flaunt your cock at me?"

"In part," the horseman said. "I am offering you my terms." He held one thick finger in the air and put it in front of my face. "Allow me to mount you, just once. And I will guarantee that the Muuana will serve the Pegasi for as long as I live."

I stared at him in disbelief. His proposition was preposterous, if not downright offensive. "You must be joking."

"I am not. My people respect conquest. There is no more war so there is no more conquest. They have no reason to obey me until I perform another great act-of-taking. Allow me to mount the would-be-queen of the Pegasi and they will all know I have conquered you."

"How would they know? I assume you would run your braggadocious mouth?"

Ta'al-Huuak gestured at the beads that adorned his neck, as well as the tufts of fur that hung from the necklace. "These mementos," he said, "are from all my past mates. Allow me to hang a tuft of your fur from it and all the Muuana would know you had been mounted and conquered. They will do as I ask."

"Fine," I said, reaching up to grab a handful of my hair. "I'll give you the hair. Just take it and do what you will. Say whatever. I don't care."

"No," the horseman said.

"No?"

"This necklace is a sacred rite. In our tribe, only the strongest are allowed to take mates. To falsify one's trophies is an act worthy of exile. It is a great dishonor and disrespect to adorn your necklace with the fur of one you had not mounted."

I looked into his large, brown eyes. For all that Ta'al-Huuak was, he was not dishonorable. He told he truth now, especially as it worked in his favor. However, I could not allow him inside me. Betrayal aside, if he were to spill his seed within my body, I would surely get pregnant with his child. The embarrassment that Sylus would face would be devastating.

"I cannot agree," I said.

"Fine," the horseman replied simply. "Then tomorrow I challenge your no-horned-king to combat. And I will kill him.

I drew my sword again but Ta'al-Huuak did not flinch. "It is allowed, is it not? My formal challenge must be met by the king of the Pegasi."

"I will fight in his place. And I will kill you."

"Perhaps. You are certainly capable," he said, "but then all gathered would see a king not able to fight his own battles. He would never be recognized as ruler over the Great Plains, even if I die. Tonight or tomorrow, you will bring shame to him and doom his reign to be short-lived...one way or another."

I looked at Ta'al-Huuak for a long time, neither of us saying a word. Finally, I placed my sword within its scabbard for the final time. "Once," I said. "One time and you never speak the words of what you did. For the rest of our days, I will call you a liar and say you stole my hairs while my back was turned."

The Muuana smirked and stood close to me. "That won't matter when you walk through the Pegasi courts with my child attached to your hip."

I turned away as his stench overwhelmed me. He was right. He would impregnate me. Breed me. Unless I did the unthinkable and swallowed the concoction that human prostitutes used to expel babies that rested, still-growing, in their wombs. It was my only choice now.

"Where will you have me?" I kept my tone cold and even, as though disinterested in what was about to happen.

"Here," he said, gesturing to a barrel that had been placed in his tent. It seemed like it had been put there for this very purpose. "Take hold of the rim and use it to support yourself. This will not be easy for one who has never before been penetrated."

I swallowed and walked past Ta'al-Huuak to take position. When I gripped the edge of the barrel, I noticed my knuckles had turned white, much like Sylus' had done when he faced the horseman earlier in the day. "No one is going to know the truth," I said softly, more to reassure myself as I felt the massive hands grab hold of my hips.

He reached under my dress and easily tore away my panties so that I was bare under my skirt. The tearing of the fabric made me gasp, as did the feeling of my thick, milky-white thighs brushing against the horseman's coarse fur when he pressed his body against mine.

I still wore my armor, but now the ceremonial skirt had been lifted so my naked backside was exposed to Ta'al-Huuak. I felt his cock slip between my legs as he lowered his hips sufficiently so that our bodies aligned. His cock was blazing hot and quickly grew engorged as it rose between my thighs. I kept my gaze forward, focusing on the wall at the far side of the tent as I felt his flared tip press against my virgin slit. It seemed impossible that something so huge and brutal would fit inside of me, and I hoped that the horseman would quickly find the prospect futile. My womanhood was tight, having never before taking it upon myself to explore my hole with even a single, errant finger. It was clear that he would not fit.

Pre-ejaculate flowed from Ta'al-Huuak's cock. It dribbled from the opening at the apex of his prick and he slathered it against my neat slit until it flowed down my legs and soaked into my boots. The fluid was thick and sticky yet, at the same time, slimy and slippery. Where it touched my aching sex, I began to feel an itch that grew and grew until I feared it would never be satisfied.

"It has been a while since a virgin bled on me," the horseman said. "Prepare yourself."

Before I could respond, he shoved his cock against my hole with a single, merciless thrust. I bit my lip and squeezed the rim of the barrel with enough strength that the wood nearly splintered beneath my grip. I dared not scream, lest I reveal where I was and what was being done to me. My hole had succumbed to Ta'al-Huuak's thrust and, despite my disbelief, his flared cock had, in fact, plunged deep into my insides.

My vision went in and out of focus as searing pain spread from between my legs. I rose to my tip toes and leaned over the barrel, completely acting on instinct, as the horseman drove his cock inside of me. I bit my lip and groaned as I felt my walls being stretched and unwound after a lifetime of being left unused; the pain was nothing compared to what I could face on the battlefield yet, somehow, I was totally unprepared for it.

I gasped as his cock stopped its probe and he pulled back to slowly retract his prick from the depths of my cunt. It felt as though his flared cockhead grabbed onto my walls and scraped them on the way back out. With it, he took both my sense of reason and my pride. I moaned, loudly, as his cock pulled on my insides until only his tip remained lodged within my tight hole.

"You like how I feel," he teased as his hand grabbed a handful of my hair.

"I don't," I lied. "This is nothing. I barely feel you."

"If that's the case then move on your own. Make me cum and get this over with."

I hesitated.

"Come on, now," Ta'al-Huuak said. "You do know how to please your mate, don't you?"

I swallowed. "Of course, I do!" I spat as I steadied my grip and planted my feet into the grass. Every movement caused the swollen organ that invaded my deepest place to stretch my walls even more. I couldn't help but notice that the itch now spread to my insides, and that he had given me just the right tool for me to scratch it.

The theory was sound: I just needed to shake my hips while taking as much of the cock that I could manage inside my hole. If I did it enough, Ta'al-Huuak would cum and I would have done my part to ensure that the Pegasi empire would grow unchallenged.

"Well?"

"I'm going to do it!" I said, biting my lip as I finally thrust my hips back.

As I did, I was forced to groan involuntarily as my walls spasmed and clenched tight on the throbbing horse-cock. I wanted to relax so that I felt as little of it as possible but that wouldn't happen. I had no control over my sex. It was as though some instinct desired nothing more than to have his cock thrash wildly inside my hole until he filled me with his seed.

A loud smack filled the room as Ta'al-Huuak slapped my ass. I cried out and, as though it had been waiting for it all my life, my hips began shaking wildly.

I leaned over the barrel and panted as I lost control of myself. I felt all the discipline I had worked my life to perfect melt away as I was reminded of my true nature. I was Pegasi and, no matter how I tried to compose myself, I was a beastman just like Ta'al-Huuak. My nature was to be mounted and fucked until pregnant and, with a cock inside of me, that nature worked to secure its goal.

My tongue hung from between my lips as my hips continued working on his prick. Not only up and down, my waist thrust backwards as well, taking more and more of him until it felt like he crushed my insides with his brutal length. My womb ached as sharp pain flew up my spine, shooting directly into the pleasure centers of the animal parts of my brain. The more it hurt, the more my body wanted his prick, and the more enthusiastically I threw my ass towards the base of his cock.

Loud cries of ecstasy erupted from my lips as the pleasure and pain mixed to whitewash my mind of any common sense. My walls clenched and relaxed rhythmically as though working against my better judgement to coax the horseman's seed out of him. I couldn't lie to myself any longer: I wanted it. I wanted him to soak my womb. I knew that as soon he shot his load inside of me, I would be defeated, and my king would be humiliated, but the animal in me did not care. She wanted it - she needed to be bred by the savage alpha male that stood behind her. She wanted him to know that she was a Pegasi whore, ripe for the taking, and she would carry his child proudly.

"No!" I cried out as I wrested control from my baser instincts. I pulled myself free from Ta'al-Huuak's cock and whimpered as he popped out of me with a sensation that made me fear he would take my insides with him.

My knees went out and I struggled to keep myself standing as my legs trembled. I could feel his mighty weapon rested on my lower back and warmth pooled against my skin as his cock and balls vomited what must have been a small bucket of thick, slimy jizz onto my lower back. The sensation of it was sickening but some part of me wished it had all been poured and stuffed inside my womb so that his seed could have taken root inside me.

"What a waste," he said, stepping away with heavy footsteps as I struggled to collect myself.

"It is done," I whimpered. "You've mounted me. You've won."

"No," Ta'al-Huuak said lazily as to stood before me. I looked down to see that his cock was still as hard as it had been, not having lost a single bit of stamina even though he just climaxed. "You have broken our arrangement."

"I let you mount me!" I cried.

"And you spilled my essence all over the ground!"

I gasped, but finally managed to rise to my feet again. "I can't," I admitted. "I can't let you do that to me. I'll go mad. I'll go mad..."

He snorted. "Virgin," he said. The word stung but it was true. I was a virgin but what had occurred was more than physical sensation. The pleasure was something deep, savage and uncontrollable. It took all I had to pull away from his insemination and I did not have the strength to do it again.

"Do you not care about your king?"

"What?"

"Your king. His kingdom. His legacy. Would you let it all die tomorrow because you are afraid of your true nature?"

I swallowed. "No," I said, composing myself as best as I could.

"What are you?"

"I am a Pegasi knightess," I replied.

"In that cum-stained armor?" he teased. "No, you are no knightess. Not tonight."

"I am," I lied. Even I couldn't detect a hint of conviction behind me words.

"Tell me what you are."

"I..."

"Say it!"

"I...I'm a..." the words were slow to form on my lips but I knew what he wanted me to say. As I struggled to speak, the Muuana chieftain grabbed hold of my face. Only a single hand was needed to bring my soft expression against his horse-like visage.

"Say what you are," he coaxed.

"I'm a mare!" I cried. "A mare that wants to be bred!"

"Ask me to breed you."

"Breed me," I whimpered. "Please, please, breed me. Please!"

"For your king?"

"For me! To quench this fire in my belly. I'm begging you..."

"Good," Ta'al-Huuak said. "Remember that you asked for it."

I was slow to strip from my ceremonial armor but, by the time I had, shame had fallen away with the last of it. Ta'al-Huuak took my soft curves in his hands and held me only for a second before I was pushed to his bedding where my body seemed to move on its own. Within seconds I had assumed a submissive position on my hands and knees, with my back arched and my tail lifted to expose my sex to him. I couldn't wait another second. I needed him inside me until my womb had drank its fill of cum.

I did not even react when he placed a bridle on me. The leather straps and metal rings felt heavy on my head but did not do so much as shake to free myself of it. In fact, I took the bit happily into my mouth and used my teeth to hold on to it as Ta'al-Huuak tugged on the reins to test my obedience.

The bit sank into my gums and suppressed my tongue, rendering me speechless as he pulled on my handles. I, a proud Pegasi knightess, had been reduced to nothing but a thoughtless mare and I had never felt more entranced.

The horseman took hold of my tail and used his grip to lift my ass to a height pleasing to him. Within seconds, I was forced to cry out against the leather as I once more squealed in delight. His cock moved within me again, this time under the power of his own thrusts.

He was not gentle. Not in the slightest. I knew I did not deserve gentleness and, in the same manner he held my tail, the hand that held the reins also took hold of my ponytail so that he could control my body. I was a receptacle for his brutal sex and I cherished every moment. His hips swung wildly, plunging his length into my hole again, and again, and again until my mind went numb.

His grunting, my cries, and the sounds of his massive cock barreling its way into the depths of my wet cunt filled the tent. Each thrust beat on the entrance to my womb and my pussy responded by secreting thick, frothy nectar that clung to his shaft and spilled down the inside of my thighs in a most disgraceful manner.

I was lost in pleasure, wracked by orgasms for what felt like hours while Ta'al-Huuak showed me what it meant to be mounted by a sire with years of experience.

Suddenly I felt the reins tighten as the horseman pulled hard on them. The bit sank deep into my gums as he clenched his fist hard on my tail, almost ripping it out at the root while his thrusting grew deeper and more violent. I was not scared. In fact, I reveled in the savagery as I sensed he was finally ready to stain my Pegasi womb with his Muuana essence. I was finally about to fulfill my purpose and become a bred mare.

It was then that I saw it. A gap in the tent right in front of me that opened to the darkness outside; a single beam of light shone past Ta'al-Huuak's - as well as my own - sweaty, sex-stained body and illuminated a speck of bright green just a few feet away from where I was being mated.

Sylus? Part of my brain woke from the depths of pleasure that the massive cock had driven me to. How much time had passed? How had he found me? Ta'al-Huuak's grunts filled my head, as did the sound of his hips crashing into my bruised and reddened hindquarters. It was him. He had planned this. He must have called Sylus here, just as he had called me. His goal was always to humiliate the Pegasi king and I had fallen right into his trap.

I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell my king, and husband, not to look on as I was bred right in front of him but the bit kept me dumb. I was nothing more than an animal now and I embraced it. When I felt Ta'al-Huuak's climax erupt deep in my cunt, I spasmed and tightened myself around him so that his cock was sealed inside me. With nowhere to escape, the jizz had no choice but to spill into my womb and fill me to the brim as the horseman kept hold of me. Hot, clear liquid sprayed from between my legs as I came harder than I had done at any point in the night. Deep down, I knew that having my husband watch me being inseminated - watching my massive breasts swing as the beastman grinded his cum into my womb and seeing his wife squirt like a shameless whore right before his very eyes - had given me the ultimate pleasure.

Ta'al-Huuak kept his grip on me for several long minutes as he poured a seemingly endless amount of cum into my belly. By the time he pulled out, I feel as though my womb was full to bursting and I sank to my knees with large amounts of jelly-like jizz flowing freely from my gaping cunt.

I convulsed on the cushions as I felt myself become pregnant. A great satisfaction washed over me as I understood that, any second now, I would be with child. Perhaps it had already happened. Ta'al-Huuak grabbed a handful of my ponytail and ripped a tuft of hair from it. As I writhed in post-orgasmic bliss, he sat beside me and took great care in twisting it so that he could adorn his necklace with his newest trophy.

When I came to my senses, the peeping green eye could not be found through the gap in the tent. I said nothing to horseman as sense returned to me, as well as all the shame that came with it. I got dressed in silence and was allowed to leave with no more words exchanged between us. When I returned to my tent, there was no evidence that Sylus had been there. Though I waited for the rest of the night, he never paid me his promised visit.