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Draconicon's Rule 34 Harem Chapter 9: A Lassoer Tied Sponsored by Sanmer By Draconicon

As a frontier town, Appleloosa was always dealing with vermin and varmints that wanted to take what they had. Most of the ponies there had learned some method of self-defense or other, and most had at least a few weapons and ropes around their property to deal with anybody trying to sneak around to take what they had. Others relied on stallions like Braeburn to make sure that everything stayed sorted.

Heh, and they can rely on me, alright, the stallion thought as he watched the latest rustlers run off. Mares and stallions that thought that they'd be easy pickings, diamond dogs that wanted to grab some food before going back to the mines, even some of the buffalo that didn't agree with the peace treaty kept trying to sneak into the orchard. Never mind that it was the source of life for most of the town, they just wanted free food.

Braeburn sat down on the edge of the fence, his leather trousers pulling tight in one leg and the crotch pulling up a bit against his balls. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it was the one that he ended up in most often. Easiest to jump around and use his rope when the thieves came calling.

The stallion rubbed one hand back through his mane, shaking his head before pulling his hat off. It was a poor fan, but at least it kept the air moving around his head. The desert was a pain and a half, sucking up all the water everywhere, and if he wasn't careful, it'd dry him to a prune.

Though, heh, it'd have its work cut out for it to do that. He was a fit stallion, one that filled his leather vest well, broad shoulders, thick muscles, a lean figure. He wasn't as big as his cousin Big Mac, but he sure wasn't doing bad for himself, either.

Particularly down below, heh. The stallion groped himself lightly, feeling his balls through the leather and the shaft that hung half-down one thigh. He knew that it wasn't proper to feel oneself up in public, but there weren't any spies out here, no one to see what he was doing. Who cared, really?

Still, he didn't let himself go too far. There were still thieves around, he was sure. The apple orchard was always under threat, always eyed by some sneaky varmint or another. He kept one hand near his rope at all times, ready to pull it out and snag -

Crunch.

His ears flicked, the stallion turning to look back at the trees. The familiar sound of an apple crunch was impossible to miss when the wind wasn't howling. Someone had snuck into the orchard, alright, and someone was munching on apples for free.

Not on my watch, the tan stallion thought, pulling his rope up and starting to spin it. Where are ya?

Stomping through the dust, the horse flicked his eyes into the trees, looking for any sign of the rustler that thought he could get away with a free meal. Nothing in the outer trees, and nothing in the ones just past them.

But about halfway to the middle of the orchard, he saw something. Claws on a tree trunk, markings through the bark. Someone had come by and climbed up, and -

Crunch.

There you are!

Braeburn flicked the rope up, giving it an expert twist and turn before feeling it latch onto something. There was a soft grunt from above, the thief probably wondering what had just happened.

The stallion didn't give him time to think for long. He just yanked, hard, pulling whoever it was right out of the tree and -

THUMP!

Braeburn's eyes widened at what he'd caught. Flat on its back was a dragon, one of the most dangerous creatures in Equestria, despite the fact that his cousin's friend had a tame one as a friend.

Didn't help that this one was a hell of a lot bigger than Spike, too, looking like he'd tower over the other ponies in the town if he were to stand up. The fact that he was reasonably strong-looking, too, didn't make the stallion feel any better, even with a rope wrapped around the black-scaled beast's ankle.

He took a step forward, and the dragon opened his eyes. White orbs turned to look at him, and the horse stopped in his tracks.

"Was that really necessary?" the dragon muttered.

"You - you were stealing. I'm just here to make sure that everybody pays their fair share towards the orchard."

"Fair share, hmm?"

The dragon groaned, pulling himself to his feet. As he did, Braeburn realized that what he'd taken for wings was a long, flowing robe that had been kicked backwards by the sudden fall. The cloth fell over the dragon, dark as his scales, but the beast didn't bother closing it. Instead, he just left it open, shaking his head.

And shaking other things, in the process. The stallion's eyes dropped, and his cheeks burned slightly as he realized that the dragon was just...hanging free down there. No clothes whatsoever to cover a cock that put his to shame by a few inches, and a pair of balls that were as big as any stallion's that he'd seen in the past. He blushed worse as the dragon fluffed out his robes, making the shaft and shack sway from side to side.

"Now, I expect an apology," the dragon said, and that finally snapped Braeburn out of it. "An attack like that deserves at least that, wouldn't you say?"

"Attack? You were stealing."

"I was having a snack. One apple. Besides, it's not like I didn't already help your family."

"What the hay are you talking about?"

"Apparently you haven't heard what's happened with Sweet Apple Acres?"

"Who cares? This is Appleloosa, and you were stealing from us. Any deal you got with the rest of the family don't apply here."

"You're rather abrasive, you know that?"

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"I see I'm dealing with another fine brain...No, I'm sorry, that's rude."

The dragon shook his head a few times, and in the process, he seemed to flick his wings in just the right way to fan the air. It sent a small breeze towards the stallion, and with it, it brought a strong smell as well, one that was enough to start burning the insides of Braeburn's nose.

"Mmmph!"

He rubbed his muzzle, trying to get the strong smell to go away, but it was a powerful enough one that there was no getting rid of it. The strong musk burned in his nostrils, running right up to his head and then down his spine. It was like that time that he ended up getting pinned under Big Mac at the last family reunion, the big guy sitting on his face and those sweaty balls grinding along his cheeks and up towards his nose. The fact that it was even stronger now didn't help.

He remembered what happened back then, too, the heady smell of ball musk going right down to his cock. Unlike most of the family, he had some experience with guys as well as gals, and he knew that there was plenty of fun down there. His body remembered the last few times that he'd given a stallion a good licking -

But that wasn't what he was here for. He wasn't here to have relations with a thief. He was here to make sure that the dragon never bothered anyone again. He rubbed his nose one more time, shaking his head.

"Anyway, ain't here to talk. We're gonna take a walk back to town, and you're going to explain your actions to the mayor."

"You think that we're just going to leave, then?"

"Ain't seeing why not."

"Then perhaps you might want to remember just what you're trying to lead away on criminal charges."

The black dragon seemed to loom a bit taller, his wings fanning out. The smell hit him again, and the hot scent burned in his nose once more. Braeburn groaned, his cock throbbing in his pants from just two breaths, his balls starting to churn and his...his pucker starting to clench.

"Hey, stop it with that. I still got the rope here."

"Do you now?"

"Yeah! See!"

The stallion pulled the rope...and it came free of the dragon's ankle without even a hint of resistance. He blinked, staring down at the end of his former lasso, wondering how the rope could have betrayed him.

The knot was tight. I made sure of it. How the hell...

"Is that the extent of your rope magic?" the dragon asked, chuckling. "Now, how about you let me go, and we will not talk about this anymore."

"You think - what in tarnation is going on with you, dragon? You think that you can just walk away after doing something like this?"

"I'm hoping."

"Well, you ain't. Either you come with me of your own free will, or I'll tie you up so tight that you're not going to get free for the next year."

"I was hoping that you weren't going to push this."

As the horse pulled the rope tight again, getting another lasso ready, the black dragon seemed to shake his head. He didn't care. The beast had been a pain in his ass already, and it was time to show him just what a real Appleloosa lassoer could do.

"You're lucky you're cute."

"Huh?"

"I said, you're lucky you're cute, my good horse. Otherwise, this would be so much messier."

The dragon snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the rope in the horse's hands twitched, the lasso turning around and lifting up without a hint of motion from him. The noose at the end flung itself up and over, and he was so shocked that he didn't even bother getting out of the way.

By the time that he realized what had happened, it was too late. The rope was wrapped tight around his middle, and it squeezed hard enough to pin his arms to his sides, holding them there without any mercy. He yelped as it squeezed tighter, almost knocking the air right out of his lungs.

"What in tarnation?!"

"I told you. You're lucky you're cute."

"I don't - you let me go right now, mister."

"Hardly going to happen. Not after this many threats."

As the dragon approached, Braeburn couldn't help but shiver. Those eyes, that strength...that magic. That had to be what had happened, magic taking over his rope and making it do things that he didn't tell it to. That was impossible, something that only unicorns and alicorns were supposed to do, but this dragon was doing it without even having the horn to use the magic with.

The rope spread further along his body, turning from a simple loop around his middle to complex designs up and down his chest, running over him and pulling his arms tighter and tighter to his back. His chest was thrust forward, his muscles emphasized, and he blushed as the rope somehow managed to get a grip on his vest and start pulling it out of the way, making it slide down his arms and then off his body.

As he was bared from the waist up, the dragon came to a stop in front of him. The strange beast smiled, shaking his head.

"I rather preferred Big Mac's physique, but you'll do. I imagine that you'll have a nicer ass, anyway."

"You - what the hay? I didn't say I'd let you do anything."

"Oh, you will in a minute. It's a thing with dragons. Once you get a good breath of understanding, you'll find that you'll let us do just about anything that we want."

"Breath of understanding? What the hell's that?"

"You're about to find out."

The dragon's hand on his shoulder was strong, and heavy, too. He grunted as he was pushed down to his knees, his head pulled forward until it rested against the dragon's crotch. His nose twitched against balls as big as a proper stallion's would have been, and his cheeks burned as the scent of them started to roll down his nose again.

It had been a long time since he'd smelled another male up close like this, and longer-still since it had given him this sort of feeling. His cock throbbed painfully hard down his pants, and his tail flicked up despite his best efforts.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"That's it. Breathe it in, and let yourself go."

Braeburn didn't have much choice in the matter. All he could do was keep breathing, and every time he sucked down another mouthful of air, it brought the smell with it. That thick, heavy, heady musk that was driving him further and further 'round the bend.

It didn't take long until his head was spinning, his mind awash with thoughts of all the horse cocks that he'd seen in his time with family and other guys. He could remember seeing them flopping about, and seeing them bounce and throb in excitement.

But none of them matched the black spire that stood up in front of him right then and there. The slowly-rising black flesh of the dark dragon was big and heavy, thicker than his own shaft by at least an inch, and probably about as thick as Big Mac's, if not just slightly edging it out. The fact that it was able to lift up and show off at all was a testament to how mighty a cock that thing was.

He blushed as it throbbed to life over his face, staring at it through hazy eyes as his nose was pressed firmly to the black sack. The balls were heavy, yeah, but there were just enough wrinkles in the skin to trap scent, to feel just how far they dropped down. It wasn't a tight little coinpurse, but a heavy, full sack.

The hand on the back of his head dragged him into it, making him breathe in the scent, making him lick and suck along the sides. It was a hot, happy experience, and he moaned despite himself.

"That's it. Now...look past my cock...look at me."

There was something in the dragon's voice that warned him that it was going to get weird in a moment, but he couldn't help himself. He looked up, slowly, dragging his eyes away from sack and shaft to see what the dragon wanted him to see.

White eyes met his own, and they pulled at his mind. They made it feel like his thoughts were being sucked right out through his eyes, the white mist in those eyes making him feel lost. Empty.

"That's it. Smell the musk..."

He breathed in, the musky, sexy smell of the other male's balls filling his mind. He moaned under his breath again, but didn't look away.

"And let it go..."

He breathed out, and he swore he felt his thoughts slide away, falling out through his mouth and through his eyes. Again, the white light of the dragon's gaze was enough to hold him, to keep him staring, to make his head feel empty as could be.

"That's it. Let the musk in, and let your thoughts out. You don't have to think of anything that I don't tell you to think."

The stallion slowly nodded, dragging his nose and lips and down along the dragon's sack, letting the musk settle into his brain. It made him feel hotter, hornier, eager to have some sort of relief. Thought, however, was completely foreign. He knew what he needed, but he didn't know how to get it.

The dragon kept talking, gently guiding him down, pulling him deeper. The stallion moaned every time, feeling his cock throbbing up and up, pushing against his leather pants more and more.

"You want to submit. You need to submit to my scent, my words, my power. My cock is all that you crave, my musk all that you need. Breathe it in, let it settle, and then breathe out all those pesky thoughts. There's no need to think of anything right now, no need to think of anything but what I let you think about."

It felt good to let go, good to let someone else be in charge. And why not? He had been doing so good as the protector of the orchard. He could let someone else take charge for a little while, let someone else see what they could do. All he had to do was listen.

"Doesn't it feel good to submit to someone stronger than you? Doesn't it feel good to let someone else be in charge?"

"Mmmph...yeah..."

"Now, let's get you back on your feet..."

Letting someone else tell him what to do felt good. The stallion rose up, wobbling a bit, but more or less managing to do it on his own despite the ropes that were holding his arms behind his back. His cock throbbed again at the thought of how restrained he was, how good it felt to let himself be controlled.

"Now...let's see about letting that out..."

The dragon smiled, rubbing his cock until it was oozing pre, then rubbing the liquid onto his fingers. Braeburn watched silently until the finger was presented to his lips.

"Let's see how good this feels. Open up, my stallion."

It was pre-cum. That was fine. He had had that before, and while it was a bit salty, it was still a nice taste. He didn't mind having it again. Opening his mouth, Braeburn stuck out his tongue. The dragon wiped his finger over it -

"NNNNGH!"

And Braeburn came on the spot. How, he didn't know, but the trance was so strong, and the taste so sexual, that it brought to mind every single time that he had been face-fucked, when he had been used, when his mouth had been turned into a fuck-hole for someone else's pleasure. The mind-blowing feeling was enough to leave him shaking, to leave him shooting cum down his pants leg -

RIIIIIIIIIP!

And enough to make his cock finally rip through the leather, bouncing up and out into the open. His shaft throbbed, spitting cum so hard that it would have drenched the dragon if he hadn't gotten out of the way at the last second. Braeburn moaned at the top of his lungs, thrusting his hips forward again and again as his tongue hung out of his mouth, drooling along his chest.

He panted for breath when the orgasm finally came to an end, long strings of white and silver raining down on the grass below. He almost fell back to his knees, and would have if the dragon hadn't grabbed him and held him upright.

"Well, that was a show," the dragon said.

"MMmph...felt good..."

"I bet. You usually cum that much?"

"No way."

"Well, you're going to be doing that more regularly these days."

"Huh?"

"You're going to be a good little cum fountain, let's put it that way."

"Oh...okay."

"Now, let's see what else we can do. That rope..."

Braeburn wasn't quite sure how it happened, but in short order, he was tied up with his own rope in a very different way. His legs were up and pulled back towards his chest, his pants and boots were stripped from him, and the tan stallion was completely on display. He blushed as he felt the warm air of the desert blowing over his exposed pucker, and he groaned as he watched the dragon looking down at him.

The more he breathed of the dragon's scent, the more submissive he felt, and the more submissive he felt, the more owned he became. He finally understood what was happening, but he was too far gone to care.

The dragon was becoming his master, his body bending to what the dragon wanted. His hole needed that thick cock inside of him, his tongue needed the taste of the master's cum. He needed the dragon to use him, to feel himself below the bigger male.

Thankfully, the dragon seemed of the same mindset. Braeburn watched as the dragon rubbed some sort of oil along his cock, smearing it and making it shiny, and the horse curled his toes happily as the master dragon stepped between his legs, holding up his shaft and giving it a few hard tugs.

"Mmm, you look like you're about ready for a pounding."

"Yes, yes! I am. Please, give me that cock."

"Heh, regular little slut, are you?"

"Mmmph...been a long time since I had the chance to be. But this is hot...this is so hot...I need that dick."

He felt like he had been thrown back to his first time, way back when he had first moved out to Appleloosa. All the wrestling had given him an appreciation for the male form, but when he had first caught one of the varmints that were causing trouble for the orchard...

He could still remember how it felt to tie him up and experiment with that big buffalo cock. Braeburn had enjoyed the feeling of that thick thing inside of him, remembered how it had stretched out his pucker and left him shivering at the end of the session. He had gone back to the ladies almost right after, but it had given him two halves to his sex life.

There was the life in town, the life where he spent his time giving the ladies what they wanted. They were always eager for a horse cock, particularly a hero's horse cock.

Then there was the life in the orchard, where he caught some of the thieves and made them pay a price before letting them go. He had been tempted to that with the dragon, at first, but this...this was better.

This was a hell of a lot better.

The hot tip of that dragon dick rubbed up and down between his ass cheeks, dipping into his donut of a pucker before pushing back out along the other side. He felt the nudges it made just behind his balls, gasping and throbbing along his belly in response. His cock oozed constantly, eager to cum again, wanting to be made to cum again.

And the dragon seemed more than eager to give him that. Big black hands ran along his hips, up his legs. One settled on his ankle, the thumb rubbing along the arch of his foot before the big guy leaned in.

A long lick followed, dragging along the bottom of his foot. The horse shivered, his toes curling.

"Mmmph...what are you doing?"

"Just taking a little treat for myself."

"Mmph...you like feet?"

"It's one thing. But I like your ass just as much."

The dragon chuckled, sliding forward enough to hot-dog his big dick between the stallion's ass cheeks. Braeburn groaned under his breath, feeling it almost slide in before sliding past, only to come back and rest right in the dip of his pucker.

"Please...fucking please...fuck me..."

"Oh, I will...I will..."

He felt the pressure build, the soft heat of a cock against his hole gradually pushing it inwards. He did his best to relax, but if he had thought the buffalo's cock was big all that time ago, this was so much bigger. The stallion hissed, feeling his hole fighting it despite his best efforts, trying not to give in completely as that huge, fat cock threatened to split him right in two.

If it wasn't for all the musk in his system, if it wasn't for how horny he was in general, he didn't know if he would have been able to take it. As it was, he strived for it, arching his back, trying to open himself up. The pressure on his hole grew, his rim weakening until -

POP!

The sudden stretch was so much more than he had imagined, so much more than he expected even after having that dick in his face for who knew how long. Braeburn stiffened up, his hands curling into tight fists, his toes curling so hard that his feet hurt as the dragon held himself inside him.

"Oh fuck...oh FUCK..."

"Heh, that's about the usual reaction."

"You're so...so BIG!"

"That too."

"Mmmph...fucking..."

He knew his hole was never going to close after this. That cock was too big to not leave him gaping for the rest of his life, but he no longer cared. He needed it. He needed the whole damn thing as deep inside of him as he could get it.

The stallion arched his back, thrusting his hole forward as much as his bindings would allow him, and the dragon's dick sunk another inch or two inside of him. It felt like it was molding his insides, warping him, changing him, shaping him to what he needed to be. A cockwarmer for the bigger male.

Oh, it felt amazing, though. Even though there was some pain, even though the stretching was far more than he had prepared for, it felt so, so hot. Any pain that he felt disappeared as he looked into the dragon's eyes, and all he felt was bliss.

Thrust, thrust, thrust went the dragon, and every time he hilted, Braeburn felt every single inch of that cock deep in his ass. It was opening him, gaping him, stretching him to a point that should have been impossible. No buffalo, no stallion, nothing had ever done this to him before, and he swore he was losing his mind as it went deeper, and deeper.

"Oh, fuck...oh fuck..."

He panted for breath as his cock leaped up and down on his belly, slapping against it every time that his new master filled him to the brim. His eyes went wide and slammed shut by turns, his mind unable to keep up with everything that the dragon was doing to him.

In and out, in and out that cock went, and his ass clenched, jiggled, and clenched again. He panted, the stretching heat of friction and sheer size not nearly enough to slow down how quickly he was headed for orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Braeburn arched his back, his toes curling, his back aching, his hole burning from how hard the dragon was fucking him, but nothing compared to how glorious the assault on his prostate was. It was conquering him, claiming him, and he was helpless to resist it.

Cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna -

"NNNNNGH!"

Braeburn came right then and there, his hole spasming around the dragon's dick as it filled him once more. He clenched down hard, trying to hold it place, trying to keep a grip on the dick that was so perfect, so...amazing. The stallion's hole had never felt this good, his cock never felt this amazing.

He kept cumming and cumming, shooting rope after rope of seed over his belly and chest, soaking himself in his own fluids. The dragon barely slowed down, either, forcing him to keep going.

Braeburn didn't even whimper. He encouraged his new master to take him harder, to force him to keep cumming. He moaned happily, not caring who might hear. This was bliss!

At some point during the whole thing, he felt the heat of the dragon's orgasm fill him up, and he huffed and puffed as he felt the warmth spreading through him. It was great. It was...fucking great.

The stallion sagged in his ropes, shivering from head to toe, muscles spasming and shaking from the wonder of the experience. His eyes were rolled back in his head for a few more seconds, and when he opened them, he was staring into the dragon's eyes once more.

"Master," he said, unable to help himself.

"Heh...I guess you are my slut, now."

"I...I'm coming with you?"

He didn't know why he said that. He had no reason to come with the dragon, no reason to want to, save to feel that good again. Yet, he did want to. He did want to feel that dick in his ass again, feel that pleasure, that bliss, that wonder.

He needed it, and he didn't know why. He just knew that he did.

The black dragon slowly pulled out of him, and the stallion gasped as he felt the heat of the master's seed rolling out of his hole, drooling down from his pucker down to his tail, and from there to the ground. It was a flood of it, and he could feel the warm desert air stroking against his insides.

Holy...how much did he gape me?

Enough, that was all that Braeburn knew. Enough so that he wouldn't need as much time being readied for it next time. He would be able to take his master's cock right to the hilt and pleasure him, just like he had been pleasured.

The dragon snapped his fingers, and the ropes finally released him. Braeburn fell, barely catching himself and managing to land on his feet. He rolled back to standing upright, blushing a little bit as his cock continued to twitch and throb. It was like it was unable to go soft, unable to completely go down.

He liked the feeling. It was hot.

"So, uh, what do you want from me now, Master?" he asked.

"I want you to tell me whether you want to come with me."

"Sir?"

"I want you to tell me if you want to come with me. After all, that might have just been a one-night-stand." The dragon chuckled. "A good one, but I didn't come here looking for you. I came here looking for...well, it doesn't matter now. They're probably elsewhere, by now."

"You think I wouldn't want to come with you?"

"That's the part you're focusing on?"

"Well, I..."

"You have a choice. You can stay here, and go back to your daily life. Or, you can come with me, and you can see what it's like where I am."

"...Where you are? You're not from here?"

"What was your first clue?" his master asked, chuckling.

"Well...where are you from?"

"Somewhere with a lot more sex than this place has, that's for sure. But there's a place for you there...if you want it."

"I'm sold. What should I pack?"

The End