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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 I tried to ignore the excitement that grew within my lower abdomen. "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 before unfastening my belt. "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 as he watched me place my sword on the ground near to where I stood. He moved towards me, stopping so close that I could make out each individual hair that covered his chest and abdomen. "Your lies won't matter when you walk through the Pegasi courts with a child-of-mine attached to your hip."

It required a heroic effort in order to maintain an even expression as his stench washed over me. Regardless, it was now too late to regret the choice I had made. The beastman's eyes wandered down to my partially exposed chest and I cleared my throat to divert his attention away from my soft breasts. "Where will you have me?"

"Not so fast," Ta'al-Huuak said. He took hold of my face using only two of his massive fingers and forced my gaze upwards. "You do not dictate the pace."

I tore my face away. "Don't touch me like that," I growled. "We are not, nor will we ever be, familiar."

"Bothers me not." He gestured to his ceremonial necklace once more. "Not all of my consorts were willing...most felt as you do now."

"You disgust me."

Ta'al-Huuak laughed. "Bitter words," he said. "They betray your inexperience, would-be-queen of the Pegasi."

I bit my tongue and refused to dignify his taunting with a response, especially since he was totally correct. I had never been with child and, thus, it was obvious that I was still a virgin. Chastity was an important value within the ranks of the Pegasi knightess and, as their captain, I was expected to have upheld it with rigid adherence. To that effect, I had almost no experience with sexual pleasure - at least, none past the wandering of errant fingers back when I was younger and far less disciplined.

Ta'al-Huuak stepped past while I stood in silence and beckoned one of his followers to the tent. He spoke in his guttural native tongue - words that sounded more like wild grunts and nasal snorting - before dismissing the young stallion.

"We will be alone," he said as he made his way back inside his tent and collapsed on the pile of bedding. "Your cries of pleasure will not betray the depths of your service."

"I serve only my king," I spat.

The Muuana's response was to spread his thighs, legs bent at the knees, and expose his cock and balls to me. "Not tonight. Tonight, you serve me."

I remained glued to the spot. As much as I tried to avert my gaze, I couldn't help but feel my eyes being drawn towards his massive organ. "I would prefer somewhere less," I hesitated, "intimate."

"You refuse to lay with me?"

"I refuse to play into your game. I am not yours to bed. If you are to take me, it will be swift and impersonal, and certainly without the atmosphere of secret lovers rolling around in your tent."

"The Pegasi bloodline would soon run thin if the queen's words do any more to shrivel a cock."

"I have no honeyed words for you. Besides, your," I swallowed, "cock seems sufficiently un-shriveled."

Ta'al-Huuak reached between his legs and stroked himself from tip to the base of his shaft. "This? This is barely prepared for the task. I stand only half-erect, and a mare's first order of business should be bringing me to steel."

I looked down again, forgetting to hide my expression as my eyes went wide. His cock was the length of my forearm and thicker than my wrist - I was supposed to believe this was only half-erect? I was so taken aback by the very notion that his cock could grow bigger that I forgot to admonish him for calling me 'mare'.

I wasn't sure what it was Ta'al-Huuak saw on my face but his next words cut the tension in the air. "Come, my would-be-queen. Show me your dedication to Pegasi rule and make my cock stiff."

I swallowed yet again, hesitating, but I had no choice but to comply. The horseman held a smug expression as I approached and spread his thighs even further apart as I knelt before him. His tool hung low and heavy, with the tip almost reaching to the bedding upon which he had laid himself. I took it in my hands and felt his warmth, his pulse as his powerful heart sent blood surging to his lower half, and his strength. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.

My fingers could grasp a sword and hold onto leather-bound wood without any issue but, when it came to this, I was clumsy and amateurish. As I explored the fleshy, spongy softness, I heard Ta'al-Huuak breathe a satisfied sigh while he watched me figure out how to navigate this new challenge.

Ultimately, I decided on using both hands to stroke the entirety of his length. With one hand supporting the underside of the flared Muuana cockhead, the other grasped the base of his shaft and slowly caressed his prick until I was able to alternate the role each of my hands played. I was unable to wrap my hand around his girth, but my actions seemed to have the desired effect of bringing the horseman to a full erection.

His horsecock grew longer and, even worse, it became much thicker as well. The sensation that my fingers experienced slowly shifted from the softness of sensitive flesh to an almost iron-like hardness that radiated lustful heat. It also no longer hung between his thighs, having risen to full mast so that it stood in all its glory.

Beneath it, dangling in a dark, fleshy sack was his balls. I had noticed them once his cock became fully erect, but only now tentatively explored them with my hands as I awaited further instruction. The skin was thicker, almost rubbery, and I could feel within them the Muuana's swollen testicles. Each were the size of my clench fist and I loathed to imagine him having the privilege of shooting the virile, beastman cum deep into my belly.

The worst part of being forced to massage his cock was the stench. His musk had become far more than overwhelming. I was surrounded by the scent of his maleness and it was thought I had become intoxicated by it. My breathing had grown labored and my usually pale cheeks now blushed red enough to almost match the color of my eyes. I tried to keep my gaze downward so that he would, hopefully, be unable to read my arousal but that only meant that I was forced to stare directly at his crotch.

"Impressive, is it not?"

"It's a cock," I said. "A thing. Nothing else."

"Yet you are impressed."

I didn't respond.

"You should kiss it," he said.

"You must be mad," I groaned. My intention was to display disgust at his proposition but the sound that escaped my lips was less so and much more...feminine.

Ta'al-Huuak's hand moved swiftly through the air and caught me by the back of my neck. His fingers were strong, vice-like, and threatened to crush my throat only so subtly as he took hold of me. "You will kiss my cock and balls," he grunted. "Even if are to be made."

With those words, he drew my face to the fork of his legs and forced my nose against the underside of his cock. I placed my hands against the inside of his thighs and felt the bulging muscles as I struggled, but my efforts were all futile. Physically, he was much stronger. I had years of training but the scent of this alpha-male beastman awakened something in me. I was burning up from the inside out, and the source of that fire was deep in my belly. The heat spread under my skin, fueled by the filthy musk that flooded my nostrils, until it consumed every inch of my being from the tips of my ears to the ends of my fingers and toes.

"Kiss them," Ta'al-Huuak growled. As he spoke, he forced my face even deeper into his crotch. It was as though he intended to smother me with his sex if he couldn't have his way. There was no option. With my legs folded under me, I was forced to submit.

Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes as I, at first pursed, my lips against his balls. When his hand did not move to free me, I debased myself even further by opening my mouth to take large sections of his leathery sack into it. The taste was revolting but the sounds that escaped his mouth once I started licking his balls let me know that I had pleased him.

He took his time and moved my head so that my mouth could experience the entirety of his gonads. By the end of it all, he had used my tongue to wash his balls of all the muck and grime that had accumulated since his last bath.

I was finally released and rose to my knees once more before sitting on my heels to catch my breath. I panted, still slack-jawed with my tongue hanging out while I observed Ta'al-Huuak. His cock practically trembled before my eyes and I could see streams of clear fluid dribbling from the opening at the tip.

"It is time," he said as he beckoned me towards him. "Impale yourself upon me."

I looked at the horseman's cock and shook my head. "I can't. It's too big."

"I can see it on your face. You want to ride my cock."

"No," I lied.

Ta'al-Huuak leaned forward and thrust one of his hands between my legs. I moaned involuntarily and quickly bit my lip to stifle the sound, though it was too late to hide my reaction. "I feel your wetness," he teased. "You are nothing but a horny mare, desperate to be bred."

"N-no!"

"Stand up!"

My body shook as the Muuana roared his command. Like earlier in the day, his voice stirred the instinct that lay deep within me and spurred me to action.

I stood on shaking legs, as though I had no control over my body, and maneuvered myself into position above his waist. The horseman reached under my skirt and easily tore away the crotch of my panties before using both of his hands to grab hold of my backside. "Now," he said in his deep voice, "lower yourself and take me."

I swallowed and complied. Moving only on instinct, I crouched until I felt the flatness of his flared cockhead press against my sex. The awkward shape, as well as my tightness, seemed to render any honest effort totally useless. Ta'al-Huuak was not to be deterred. He seemed to have experience with this very issue and took the lead once he noticed my apprehension to go further.

His fingers sank into the flesh of my ass and I yelped as he slowly spread me apart. The process was excruciating, with the horseman's strong hands kneading the meat of hindquarters so that my hole would slowly stretch to accommodate him. After what seemed like an hour of effort, I finally felt myself give and my entrance burned as his cock pierced my body.

"Uumpph!" I groaned as I felt my deepest parts being claimed by the savage brute. I refused to give him the satisfaction of my feminine moans, even as I relied on him to complete the process that I had started. My legs had long since lost the ability to support my own weight and Ta'al-Huuak slowly guided me down his length until I could use my hands to hold myself against his chest.

I remained squatted over him as he continued to massage my ass. The rim of my cunt stung as his massive girth stretched me way past my limit while my insides spasmed and clenched around his gargantuan cock. It was as though my muscles were trying to force the invading organ out, but it was all to no avail. His shape meant that he was anchored deep in my sex, and all efforts to force him out by squeezing his cock only meant that his cockhead would take root even more firmly in my walls.

Only about half of his length had managed to fit inside me, but I could take no more. Ta'al-Huuak's flat cockhead was pressed directly against my cervix and I shut my eyes as I imagined the hole which had been dribbling his clear, seminal fluid kissing the entrance to my womb.

"Ride me."

"Give me just a moment," I begged as my insides continued to writhe around his prick.

"Ride me!" The horseman roared. He lifted one hand and brought it crashing downwards so that his palm struck my ass with a thunderous clap.

I yelped and curled my fingers against his chest as my hips began bucking wildly. My hips thrusted against my own will, moving up and down until my thighs burned from exertion and sweat dripped from my body.

Fucking while wearing full ceremonial garb was not easy, and the monstrous size I was trying to satisfy did not help either. My inner walls screamed in protest as I lifted and thrust downward on Ta'al-Huuak's cock. The flared cockhead gripped my walls and scraped along the bumps and coils so that every inch of my insides was flattened and thoroughly massaged. The pleasure was unbelievable.

Beneath me, the Muuana barely reacted to my movements. In fact, he seemed bemused, as though enjoying the act of mating for all the wrong reasons. I suddenly became incredibly self-conscious. I realized that my tongue hung loose from my mouth and I had been carrying a ridiculous expression on my face for quite some time. I bit my lips to stop the continuous, high-pitched moans that had erupted continuously from my throat but, when I did, I was forced to listen to the wetness sloshing between my legs as I mindlessly thrashed my cunt onto his prick.

Once I had regained some semblance of dignity, his demeanor shifted. He began thrusting and easily matched my pace so that each movement sent waves of pleasure rocketing up my spine. His moans rose from beneath me and each felt like a little reward for a job well done. I wanted more of it yet, at the same time, I knew that they meant he was close to shooting his load. Within seconds, he would bathe my womb in a torrent of thick jizz which would certainly impregnate me and humiliate my king.

It took all of my discipline and self-control to break the rhythm and extend my legs fully so that I could stand up straight. I managed to free myself from his cock, a sharp moan escaping my earnest effort at restraint as the flared cockhead stretched my entrance on its way out.

"What is the meaning of this?" the horseman asked.

Still trying to catch my breath, I managed to stumble away from both Ta'al-Huuak and his grotesque prick. "It is done," I said. "We are done. You got what you wanted."

"I have not been satisfied."

"I don't care!" I shouted. I had managed to make it only a few feet away before me legs gave out and I fell to my knees. "I've done what you asked. I gave you my virginity. Now, please, show me mercy and take my hair."

"No, I will not. You will be bred."

I shook my head in response as I used the back of my hand to wipe the tears from my face. Words could not describe how ashamed I felt over my own behavior. Every instinct screamed at me to go back to Ta'al-Huuak's bedding and take his load deep in my belly but I couldn't bring myself to succumb. My femininity begged for the climax of his pleasure. It needed to feel him go rigid and hear him bellow as he shot his essence inside my womb, but I knew it would be my undoing. His load would be potent - poison - and I couldn't possibly hope that any amount of washing would save me from the inevitable pregnancy that his orgasm would bring about.

"I'm leaving," I said. "If you will not have my hair, then I shall simply leave you without proof of your conquest."

"The negotiations..."

"To hell with the negotiations!" I screeched. "You will not have your way with me for a moment longer, you filthy animal!"

Ta'al-Huuak moved swiftly. I was barely able to drag myself more than a few feet away before I felt his powerful fingers wrap around my calf. I reached for my sword, my fingertips reaching just short yet only grabbing a handful of grass, before he pulled me towards him with ease.

He lifted me into the air and I gasped, whimpering as I was manhandled onto his bedding where I fell with an audible 'oof!'. My skirt had ridden up to leave my lower half exposed and I made a futile attempt at covering myself up as the horseman approached me.

His cock was still erect, now more menacing than ever as Ta'al-Huuak stretched over me. "N-no!" I shouted as I balled my fists and repeatedly drove them into his face, neck, chest...wherever I could reach. His body was hard and I felt as though I would have made more progress had I been punching the stone foundations of the castle itself.

Still, I kept up my assault until he raised his hand and brought the back of it across my cheek. The slap left me stunned. Half of my body seemed to go numb from the sheer force of the impact and I recoiled, mostly from the shock and realization that I was about to be raped.

Ta'al-Huuak rose to his knees and tried to grab hold of my hips so that he could angle his cock towards my cunt. I kicked at him, only to find those blows as ineffective as my fists, before he allowed me to roll to my knees so that I could attempt an escape.

The Muuana made a game of my desperation and played at letting me scurry away before he would pull me back towards him. It was as though he were a cat playing with a mouse, and I felt just as meek and helpless each time he grabbed my waist and repositioned me right in front of him.

"Aaah!" I cried in pain as I felt his fist wrap around my ponytail. He pulled hard, forcing my head back painfully while he held me steady. He seemed to have grown bored with my struggling and meant to take me right then. "Let me go," I hissed, even as he yanked on my hair even more firmly. "Let me go or I'll kill you. I swear, I'll ki - "

My words were cut short as a leather bit was forced into my mouth. Instinctive panic washed over my senses and I begun to thrash wildly, shaking my head and bucking my body in a frantic desire to free myself from being subjugated. The Muuana legacy of slavery, though, had provided him great skill in subduing my efforts to resist.

The bridle he placed on my head was specially designed for Pegasi women and the leather straps fit over my ears easily before they were tightened under the jaw and around my neck to keep it snug and secure. I released a muffled scream as the bit dug into my gums, only to hear the leather reins creak as Ta'al-Huuak pulled on them to assert his dominance.

I was humiliated. The heaviness of the bridle, with its many rings, buckles and thick, leather straps would have caused my head to hang low had Ta'al-Huuak not kept a firm hold on me. He transferred the reins so that he held them in the same hand as my ponytail and used other to lift my hindquarters into the air.

Within seconds, I was all fours with my ass in the air. I could barely get accustomed to the bridle when I felt my insides being brutalized by his cock once more. He had driven half of his length inside of me with a single, powerful thrust and my treasonous womanhood reveled in the battering it provided.

My shameful wetness slathered the horseman's stiff cock as it plunged into my hole. Again, and again, he dug deep into my body. The tip of his prick pounded against my womb without a hint of mercy and, despite my earnest attempts not to, I loved every second of it.

Now that he was in full control, Ta'al-Huuak showed me what it meant to be mated. He pounded me deep, using the full force that his muscular thighs as ass could provide as he rammed me from behind. Feeling the monstrous length of his massive cock sliding in and out of my body was humiliating. I was disgusted with my own cunt and its ability to swallow the Muuana cock, even to the point where pleasure turned to sweet pain. Despite his brutality, Ta'al-Huuak seemed to know my own body better than I did. It wasn't long before his efforts were rewarded and he laid claim to my first orgasm.

My rolled back as I felt my pleasure raise to a crescendo. He did not seem to notice, even as saliva flowed over the bit and drool dripped off my chin. My prideful nature had all but disappeared as I was forced to climax again, and again, and again. Each of my climaxes were accompanied by waves of contractions deep in my vagina. They stimulated the horseman's cock so that each time I came, he would release a small amount of semen inside of me before restraining himself. The night was still young when Ta'al-Huuak had begun raping me, after all, and the Muuana were known for their stamina.

Dawn had almost arrived when I felt the hold on my body tighten. Ta'al-Huuak grunted and pressed firmly against my ass. My armor, at this point, had become drenched with sweat and I barely understood what was happening. I had lost track of the amount of orgasms I suffered throughout the night. Everything below my waist felt numb and unresponsive while my core felt as thought it had been rubbed raw from the inside out.

I still felt pleasure. In fact, it was all I felt. Even the ache that spread from deep inside my body, each time his cockhead pounded against my cervix, was the driving force behind many of the orgasms that assaulted my senses.

Finally, Ta'al-Huuak moaned loudly and sheathed as much of his cock as he could inside my pussy. My eyes rolled back and I felt his load flood my cunt. The emission was massive, as though he intended to stuff my womb with enough salty seed to fill a bucket.

There was no way it could all fit inside me and, as I felt myself become overfull, his jizz began seeping out from around the entrance of my cunt. It was thick, jelly-like and oozed down the insides of my thighs as I was subject to his agonizingly slow final act of mating.

The Muuana drained his balls inside me before standing up to collect himself. Afterwards, he looked down on me as I fell to my side and writhed in pleasure. I had been defeated totally and each of my slow, agonizingly pleasurable movements betrayed that my womb had been claimed by his savagery.

Ta'al-Huuak released me not long after. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't even offer an empty threat - it would be meaningless after I had spent hours climaxing on his girthy horsecock. He did, however, take my hair as a symbol of his conquest and assured me that he would keep his word. Despite my humiliation, and the shame I certainly carried in my belly, I could at least tell myself that I did what I had done for the Pegasi people.

I donned my cloak and returned to my tent not long after. Sylus was there, asleep in my bedding, and I tried my best not to wake him as I undressed. My armor was ruined, covered in the stench and stains associated with mating, and I stashed it away before diligently cleaning myself in the space that had been prepared for me.

Sylus was awake when I returned and blushed when he saw that I was only dressed in a thin robe. "G-good morning," he said. He refused to look at me and instead spoke as though he was talking to a patch of grass several feet from where I stood.

"Good morning, my king," I responded. Under normal circumstances, I would have been ashamed to be seen like this, especially in front of Sylus. After last night, however, I didn't think it mattered. "Have you slept here all night?"

"Yes. I came to visit like we agreed but..."

"I wasn't here?"

He nodded as though to confirm.

"Did you go looking for me?"

"No," he replied. "I assumed you were taking care of something very important."

I tilted my head before allowing my shoulders to relax. "I was called away," I said. "To discuss matters important to the future of our country."

"Oh," Sylus muttered.

I smiled and walked towards my bedding where Sylus sat. He shifted uncomfortably but I sat right beside him and rested my head on his shoulder. "I'm tired," I sighed. More than tired, I was sore. Every inch of my body ached, especially my insides which I knew wouldn't recover from the beating Ta'al-Huuak had given me. At least, not for a while.

"What you did last night," he said, "was it very dangerous?"

"Yes," I whispered before kissing Sylus on the cheek. His face went red and I giggled as he tried to turn away and hide the reaction from me. "But I did it for you, my king."