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Lucifer didn't relish the battle he was taking part of right then, the shetland stallion having done all that he could to try and avoid the current outcome that saw him bob and weave him massive five hundred plus pound form across the floor of the dilapidated warehouse with the tactile diplomacy which had been ingrained within him, but there was no denying that things had gone south very, very quickly following the right wrong exchange of words between him and the leader of the group he had been influencing.

His place within the strange collection of individuals was simple enough, the Shetland pony was to work with the person now trying to beat his face in with his bloodstained fists, in order to map out advantageous scenarios which would help to bolster their ranks with other like minded people and demoralize their oppressive opposition. Honestly, Lucifer hadn't been feeling too good about what he had been commanded to do, as his very nature was better suited to serving those around him, but his mind was sharper than most, given his upbringing, and he was almost slavishly dedicated to obeying orders, that he made for the perfect tool to those who sought to make a great many changes to the current order of things. However, after hearing of the plan to assault a certain institution, Lucifer had very loudly spoken of his discomfort to the growling man in front of him. The normally charismatic individual had not been thrilled to hear of this, and so had asked Lucifer to come and speak with him later on that evening, alone.

Their conversation had not gone well, with the black haired man demanding to know why he was getting cold feet all of a sudden, or hooves in the Shetland's case. The stallion, for all his steadfastness in the face of the atrocities he had been forced to witness, had a moral compass, thus he would not be able to live with himself if he saw the current plan in question through.

His statement, and those that followed a very heated argument over the need for violent change, had not gone over well with the black bodied male throwing out high powered kicks at his head, but it was far too late for recompense right now. The die had been cast, as it were, and now the only thing that would settle matters was physical domination; the question of who would come out on top carrying a severe weight to it, as Lucifer stared deep into cobalt eyes which attempted to throw daggers into his psyche.

Luckily enough for Lucifer, he was well practiced in martial arts, thus the blonde haired stallion was able to twist and turn his massive form around the slightly larger male trying to beat his meaty fists into his chest and torso, all the while launching his own hands and knees into his opponent's chest and torso.

Sweat flew from his long golden mane as he danced around the other, his grey eyes running wild as he tried to find some opening within the tight defense being put up against his opponent. So far he hadn't been able to find a point on his adversaries body which would give him leverage over the other, as could be seen by how tight his former ally's fists were locked into place in front of his barrel wide chest. At any other time the Shetland would have been whinnying in approval over such a beautiful display of combat form, but as it stood now, he was trying not to curse inside of his mind as he caught a punch to the face, one of which made his blunt teeth rattle. If he survived this fight he was definitely going to need to go to see a dentist.

A small window of opportunity opened when the ebony male charged at him, arms locked tight as he prepared to throw out a brain shattering punch.

Locking his hooves into the blood tinted stones beneath his feet, Lucifer let out a breath before kneeling down. Catching his opponent by the waist, the shetland hugged the larger man tight, and then hefted himself backwards with all his might. The panicked yelp which split the air as his adversary suddenly found his center of gravity changed came seconds before a full bodied crash echoed through the night. Knowing well that he didn't want to try and press such an advantage, as his back had already been bitten along the sides the first time he had tried such a thing, Lucifer released his opponent and then jumped back to reassess the situation.

The other male groaned and snarled as he shifted his massive form around, a wild head shake sprayed beads of sweat everywhere around him as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

When cobalt eyes turned to glare at him, Lucifer shook his own pink streaked mane. A challenge to the other in a way that only men of their resolve could understand, and an instinctual maneuver to get the shimmering beads glittering of moisture running down his own face off from his golden snout.

"Traitor." The words hit Lucifer's heart with the force of a whip.

Of all the names that the Shetland had been called in life, that was the one that actually made his nostrils flare and his long tail snap behind his back.

"Should have known that you would turn on us once things got serious." The other said as he turned to the side to spit.

The Shetland pony wanted to counter this point by stating that he had told the others that he had a line for which would not be crossed when he first joined the group on that cold, winter morning when he had been out buying groceries for the house. Back then, the stallion had been curious about the strange little group who had been trying to escape the law, and so had helped them evade capture because he had seen an opportunity in them that couldn't be denied. However, he knew well enough that their shenanigans would end up spelling trouble before long, both for him, and for those whose loyalty he considered unquestionable. That was why his aid only came when the group was going to steal equipment, or digitally blackmail certain financial installations, as he had the knowledge of how to do both things, given his lifestyle. But now though...now they wanted to get blood on their hands. And that was a step too far for him, seeing as it would be violating the code which he lived by.

He didn't say anything though, he simply neighed at his opponent. The snarl he received from his opponent mirrored his own as they went back to trying to pummel one another in submission.

Neither would know how long they swirled around each other, as the darkened interior of the warehouse prevented them from noting the time, but before long the two found their heads slamming into one another, with Lucifer's grey eyes glaring into the hot, cobalt orbs shining with rage back at him as he struggled to force the other down to his knees following the two of them getting into another grapple. His adversary wouldn't allow for such a thing however, but that only made sense, seeing that the two of them were equally matched in strength, despite the other being several years older than him. This didn't mean that Lucifer wanted to give up on the hold he had, his equine pride refused to let him submit to the fact that his efforts were gaining him nothing more than growing fatigue as he pushed his naked hooves against the stone floor hard enough to make spark fly out against his long, pink dyed fetlocks. Thankfully enough, it was his opponent who broke the stalemate of a conflict between them, though not by tossing Lucifer away from him, but by instead by biting him on the shoulder, stunning the shetland, and then elbowing the Shetland hard enough to make something squeal out of place within his back.

The curse Lucifer let out following this assault was completely undignified, but as it stood, pain was making him lose both his composure, and his civility. This is why the blonde haired stallion thought nothing of headbutting his opponent in the groin once he found himself falling onto one knee.

The pained cried his adversary let out was painfully musical to hear, as no male could stand to be hit in that part of his body, however, Lucifer's sense of dignity was rapidly fading into naught, as both his frustration mounted, and as his mental clock told him that the sun would be rising in a couple of hours.

He needed to get back home soon, as he had duties to fulfill after all.

Turning one of his grey eyes to the side, Lucifer watched with empty amusement as his adversary pulled away from him to huff in pain, all the while rubbing over his wounded testicles. That his dick was hanging outside of his sheath, the heavy mass of dark pink flesh slapping against his thighs as he desperately breathed in and out, made Lucifer chuckle as he pushed his heavy, equine body against the ground, was something his opponent couldn't understand. But that only made sense, seeing as he had never seen the shetland without his pants on.

Lucifer put that thought to the side as he rolled onto the cold floor underneath in order to try and ease the pain radiating up along his spinal column, all the while planning his next move. It only took him a couple of seconds to make his back feel better, thankfully, thus when the stallion rose up from the ground this time around he only had to pop his neck from side to side, the bones within creaking tiredly as he did so, before pulling his quivering hands up in front of his face. Balling his golden fingers into familiar fists, the tired Shetland let out an equine snort of challenge to his opponent. Cobalt eyes told the stallion everything he needed to know about how eager his opponent was to settle the score hanging between them.

The sounds of neighs echoed throughout the night as fists clashed against muscular flesh once again.

The painful sounding blows, like gongs being struck in a revered temple, reverberated throughout the near silent building for minutes on end as both males threw the vanity of tactics out of the window in favor of an old fashioned knock down drag out fight. That neither was able to find any advantage against the other, despite their growing fatigue, spoke volumes about both their determination to win this conflict. The two of them had been made for such fights, after all, as they had been forged by the hands of those who saw them only as a means to amuse their betters. That's why, as the blood rained from their wounded faces and the spittle dribbled from their snarling lips, neither saw the other as being unworthy of the moment in question, even if their respective thoughts on why this was differed wildly. It was perhaps fortune that favored Lucifer in that single moment when time seemed to slow to a crawl following their next attacks.

The Shetland grunted as he ducked down beneath a wide roundhouse kick thrown at his face and then threw a powerful uppercut into the other's throat. The gurgling gasps his adversary released flowing his adam's apple being caved in gave the stallion all of the opportunity he needed to rain several powerful punches into the other male's chest and lower torso, consequently throwing the the ebony male back onto the floor as his defense was completely shattered underneath the heavy fists of the blonde horse.

One final punch called the match between them, as Lucifer hit his opponent so hard that his face whipped to the side before the rest of his body plunged towards the ground.

When the other failed to get up, despite trying in desperation to do so as he coughed and hacked against the remorseless stones beneath him, Lucifer threw his head back and whinnied out a sign of victory for all to hear.

Cobalt eyes glared at him when stepped over him.

At any other time the shetland might have felt something akin to remorse for having taken things so far, given that combat was not something that he actually enjoyed engaging in, despite training his body night and day for such a thing when not fulfilling his other duties, however in that moment he could only feel pride, lust, and the hot stirrings of hunger filling his being. So of course he thought nothing of grabbing the other male by the back of his shaggy head and then bringing him to his mouth. The opening of his maw filled his enemy with a sense of dread, the likes of which made him flail against the tight hold restraining his head, but there was no physical strength left within him, just the flicks of mental disbelief that this was how their conflict was going to end. A string of pity crept inside of Lucifer's heart as he expanded his jaw ever wider before forcing the other male's snout inside of his gullet, yet it didn't stop him from enjoying the sweat soaked flavor of his defeated enemy as he curled his tongue along his opponent's face and neck.

Lucifer, like so many stallions of the current era, had been trained to ingest another living creature of his size and stature only in the case of extreme circumstances, as most of the civilized people found it somewhat disquieting to allow the act of eating another to play out anywhere near them. However, for the shetland, he found the entire ordeal rather pleasing, seeing as to him it was the ultimate form of dominating another person. Feeling the squirms of his opponent as he bound his wide arms to his side sent a pulse of excitement into Lucifer's cock, though because it was caged within the golden metal secured onto his groin, his wide mast of pink and black mottled flesh couldn't rise to salute his victory over his soon-to-be meal. A snort of disgust welled within his nose as he shoved more of his now squirming enemy deeper into the silken tunnel that was his throat. How he would have loved to let his stallionhood fly free against the other's clenching rump as he consumed even more of him, the feeling of his flared head running across the line of the older male's docked tail as his aching nuts gurgled and clenched in between his thighs would have been the perfect ending to the conflict that he had just won, but alas, such a thing was not to be.

Lucifer put such thoughts out of his head as he licked over the male's quivering abdomen, all the while tearing free what was left of the ragged pants the other had on. The sounds pleading within his chest was a rather queer thing to hear for the shetland, as his rational mind seemed to be in disbelief that another living creature was actually expanded his chest and torso to almost painful looking porportions, all the while he hefted the other up to feed more and more of said person into his eager guts. And yet his primitive, equine brain, one which relished in the thoughts of being able to run free as he pleased across the land, all the while fighting and fucking his way to the rank of dominant male within a herd all his own, made his braided tail sway behind him wildly in anticipation of the meal for which would soon be nourishing his strength and vitality. That he was able to humiliate the now desperate male by fingering his tailhole, loosened by the sweat which had poured across his body during the fight, while lapping the edge of his tongue along the other's dark pink cock as he drew his enemy's groin in his throat, was simply icing on the proverbial cake. Because of course Lucifer was gay. The stallion had been bred to only enjoy the pleasures of a female when it came time for him to breed a new generation of foals in the world at the behest of his betters. The thought of being able to cough the other male up and then pound his doughnut hole in, all the while neighing into his face before sending him back down into his gullet, filled the shetland with a sense of pride, the heat of which burned through his mind like a solar flare as he swallowed down his adversaries pelvis. But alas...

The rest of his still kicking enemy came much easier to him as he tipped his head back, steadying himself by locking his hooved into the ground in such a way that he wouldn't awkwardly displace his changing center of gravity, and then slowly shoved his larger meal further down into him with fingers that were almost itching to feel more of the squirms within his hands. Had most other people seen him right then, they would have been completely disconcerted by the sight of his naked belly ballooning out as he consumed another living creature, that was if they didn't completely faint at the sight. That thought made a chuckle ripple through Lucifer's throat, seeing as he knew one person who would have been all too happy to rub his distending gut as he choked down the rest of his still twitching meal. With that said, the shetland knew that he had to hurry, seeing said person in question would be getting up within the next three hours, so, with several more powerful swallows, Lucifer snapped down the last of his meal, laving his tongue long the long hairs of his still flailing thighs and ankles as he did so, before pulling his head down and then sighing loudly.

Inside of him, the wiggling lump of flesh which was the defeated male tried to find some purchase for which to use to free himself from his fleshy prison, however he knew well enough that there was none to be found. To make matters even worse, the rising tide of gastric juice within the hot, bubbling interior promised that he wouldn't have long to worry about such a thing, especially as he felt the skin along his body begin to tingle as his flesh became numbed by the growing acid pool he was being submerged within. The feeling of something hard pressing against his trapped body only added insult to desperation, seeing as he knew well that the shetland was feeling him up more out of spite than any enjoyment, or so he thought. His mind, panicked as it was by the diminishing oxygen inside of his writhing tomb, didn't have long to contemplate his growing dilemma, nor the curiosity of the shetland's current mental state, as seconds later the world around him rippled as what little air was still within his slick, pulsing cage surged out around him.

The burp Lucifer let out was horribly uncultured, and yet it was completely fitting in his total conquest over his rival. The feeling of a few desperate squirms within his belly both came and then went quickly, signifying that his opponent was finished. Licking his lips across his bleeding lips, Lucifer reached down to pat himself across his bloated midsection at the same time he looped one hand down along his jerking balls. With his golden tail whipping back behind him in glee, the shetland spent several minutes just letting his filling meal settle before he sighed and then looked around the now eerily silent warehouse. Seeing the various crates which were standing in solemn acceptance of his complete control over them, Lucifer nodded before turning away from the wood boxes. Waddling out of the room and into the darkened grasslands hiding away the building, because running right then was out of the question right then for obvious reasons, the shetland made a mental note to make several phone calls once he returned home, as he couldn't allow what was inside of the boxes to fall into the wrong hands.

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By the time the stallion returned to where he belonged, Lucifer's stomach was a quarter smaller than it had been before, the several hours of walking it took to return to the manor having worked off a lot of his meal, though the stallion's belly wouldn't fully go down until he fully exercised away the sudden influx of calories that he had just packed into himself, but that was for later. Right now though, as the amber sun rose beyond the white mountains along the horizon and into his grey eyes following him going over to throw open the living room curtains, the shetland had other matters to contend with, such as making sure that he bathed and dressed himself before rousing his young master from his restful slumber. Because of course the young canine was still asleep. Lucifer shook his head in amused annoyance at his young master for not waking himself from his sleep,a s per usual. One would have thought that he would do better about such things at eighteen years old, but it seemed that...no, he wouldn't.

Though in afterthought, perhaps it was a good thing overall that the young dog was such a late riser.

Shaking his pink streaked mane at the thought of having to poke the teenager awake, Lucifer chuckled as he went about setting the ingredients he needed to make the morning meal, all the while rubbing his slightly gurgling stomach in appreciation for his own breakfast. Predatory joy danced within his grey eyes as he made his way around the empty manor, noting several items that needed to be brushed and polished, before he made his way to the phone on the living room wall. Calling his master's college and reporting that his young lord wouldn't be coming in today, and probably not tomorrow either, because of a sudden emergency was easy enough to believe, given the high societal status of the slumbering male in question, though assuring the flustered school staff that everything was fine and that his lord's father did not need to be contacted was something of a chore. It made sense though, seeing as having such a high profile individual not come into on a Thursday was something that should have raised eyebrows, but Lucifer was a practiced truth maker, thus, after spinning a tale that would have been worthy of an academy nomination, the shetland hung up the phone with a groan.

Reaching up to rub his head, Lucifer realized that he was quickly getting a headache, a thing that he did not need, as it was much harder to keep his emotions in check when his head was pounding like a drum. He prayed to the Astros, the Bound Stallion, that he didn't have a concussion, because the last thing he needed right then was to be asked a million and one questions by Sophia, the family doctor, once his no doubt panicked master found him slumped across the sofa. The vixen, bless her heart, still thought that she had something of a chance with Lucifer, both physically and emotionally, but the shetland had long since made it clear to her that the only pleasure he would ever find in life was in serving his young master.

Making his way to the bathroom, and around the indoor jacuzzi that stood in place of a normal tub, because of course his master, or rather his master's father, had something so audacious in there, the shetland walked towards the medicine cabinet sitting quietly above the tanned porcelain sink. Pulling open the white door and looking inside, Lucifer was unsurprised to see a certain pink bottle looking back at him. Taking it in hand, he shook his head as he rattled the container.

Nearly full.

It seemed that his little master had, once again, forgotten to take his medication. A slight twinge of irritation creeped into the stallion's mind as he thought over the trouble this was going to cause him today, but it was quickly swept aside when a spark of perverse amusement hit his loins. Putting the medicine back where it belonged, and then taking out the liquid aspirin, Lucifer popped the cap and then downed the entire thing.

With the growing pain within his head seen to, Lucifer turned to look the jacuzzi.

The shetland struggled not to laugh as he thought about the pointlessness of such an expense as he set the water to flowing within the bright blue interior, all the while rolling the tension out of his shoulders and neck.

His young master's father, while a powerfully imposing businessman whose single glare could silence a room, was a complete buffoon when it came to moderating the articles of luxury he liked to decorate his home with. This is why there were three high powered sports cars in the garage, all of which were barely driven most of the time, seeing as the older labrador had a self-driving limo which he took to and from his office, and why the manor, which stood outside of the city in a field of wheat that the shetland personally attended to, had twelve empty rooms within them, most of whom never saw guests, given that the older dog routinely went out into the city to wine and dine guests from other countries, or business partners with whom he was more than likely seeing naked after work. It was also why the shetland was there in the house, as the labrador, having lost his mate nearly fifteen years ago to a terrorist attack, had decided that he was too inept at rearing a screaming, crying bundle of fluff that wanted his mommy to get up from the casket she lay in, and so had purchased him from the local equine slave handler.

Lucifer sighed as he dipped himself into the water.

He'd never known his own mother, as foals were often taken away from the mares earlier on in order to rear them in the way that was needed in order to make them 'proper' members of society, while the stallions in question were kept far and enough away from their colts in order not to give them 'bad ideas' about life.

Because that's what happened when one group had so badly lost a war.

Lucifer had been told many things about the conflict which had taken place between his equine brethren and the vulpines of the past; of how the stallions of old had been the instigators of conflict against the peaceful foxes, taking their lands and eating their people left, right and center, all the while declaring themselves as the unquestioned masters of the country for which they roamed.

How much of anything he had been told being true or not was a mystery, as history was always written by the victors, especially so in this case, as the vulpines had destroyed every monument and piece of prose set in praise to the stallion's culture, replacing it instead with statues of Astros, the Bound Stallion, first of many who had willingly lowered his head to the vulpines after being captured by them, and words of servitude that each foal was expected to memorize before their tenth birthday.

Being raised some eighty years after the fact, Lucifer didn't think that what had happened to his people had been so bad, though he would readily admit that he was biased in his thoughts, what with his mind having been molded in such a way that servitude was a stated fact for him, one in which he would never seek to argue against. Not even when tempted by others who longed for a past that they couldn't even remember. It also helped that he actually liked his young master, his father less so, but the older labrador was happy enough to leave him be, so long as he fulfilled his duties.

Pulling himself up, the hot water sluicing off of his towering form like a curtain, and then shaking his pink streaked hair, Lucifer chuckled as he thought about his life, all while reaching out for the lemongrass scented body wash that his young master had purchased for him.

Being raised by canine handlers to know how to cook, drive, read, and defend his master was par the course for equines, yet Lucifer took to these tasks to which great leisure, as servitude seemed to come to him with great ease. As an added bonus, his docile persona allowed him to save himself from being gelded early on in life, unlike so many of his fellow colts who, when they began to display temperaments which were seen as unbecoming of their station in life, had themselves snipped in front of the other foals. Years of following commands to the letter, coupled with him proving to be a decent breeding stud, allowed his value to skyrocket growing up, as he was literally the model servant for those who had the money to afford them, yet there were few who could actually house a stallion such as himself, given his size and his upkeep.

The serpent of fear had curled within the shetland's heart after his twentieth birthday, seeing as if he hadn't been sold when he did, then he would be given over to an equine farm, and that was something he didn't look forward to, given that many equines wasted away at such places. However, the Bound Stallion saw fit to grace him with great luck, as he was purchased by a certain labrador to take care of a crying little bundle of fluff after weeks of still asking why mommy was never coming home again.

Lucifer smiled as he lay back in the water.

His little master was such a wonderful pup, what with his curious nature and his obedient attitude towards him leading the shetland to mold him into an upright member of society. Sure, the young labrador could be willful at time, crossing lines that he knew would get him trouble just to see what the stallion would do to him while underneath the soul crushing rules of slavery, and yet despite him tanning the other's hide with his plate sized hands over and over again during his adolescence, his young master never once did anything to actually make the stallion come to hate him. In actuality, the brown labrador became more and more fond of and to Lucifer as the years went by, so much so that the equine found himself standing in between him and his father when the pair got into arguments that were too trivial to be considered worth the effort. That he was often punished for his insolence was something that the stallion accepted with a pained grimace, even as he recalled the times when he was shocked by the collar that all slaves wore around their necks. The horror of such a happening had terrified his young master like no other, especially as Lucifer writhed on the carpeted floor of the living room, his eyes bulged wide as waves of electricity rocketed through his being, all the while he babbled in mounting distress about his sorrow at forgetting his place.

It was the tender hands of the youth running across his body as they lay cuddled together following the blowback of his audacious move that made up for the pain which frazzled the end of his tail that evening. That his, by then a teen, master ended up kissing him from his full lips down to his tight groin following these moments filled the shetland's groin with blood, so much so that it became painful to think about said actions as the chastity cage locked around his manhood held firm in the face of his growing equine lust.

Reaching down for his groin, Lucifer groped himself twice over as he thought about his little labrador, and how he had grown up admiring other men rather than women, because of course he did. All he had as an outlet for his budding sexual curiosity was the shetland as an omnipresent source of carnal interest with which to ponder over as the years went by and he grew into himself. From peeking in on the stallion as he bathed in the jacuzzi, or outside underneath the rain during the warm summer months after tilling the earth with an old fashioned plow, to feeling the shetland over after they exercised together in the manor's weight room, his cold, wet nose buried deep within the fold of the equine's arm after Lucifer covered him with his biceps, to cuddling up together on cold winter nights when the power had gone out and the backup generators had conveniently stopped working, Lucifer was like a bright star in the labrador's life, one which always gave him a feeling of warmth and comfort, even when he was chewing out for some reckless thing he had gotten himself into that week.

One might have thought that this wouldn't have lasted, seeing as his master did go to school, a haughty private institution which catered to those children who parents could afford to send them far enough away from the less influential members of society, but in actuality, the teenage labrador had found himself growing closer to the stallion as he spent his years studying for college, seeing as he was there to protect him from those who saw him as being vulnerable enough to bully.

A snort of disdain filled Lucifer's mind as he thought about many of the brats who went to the place in question, and the internal troubles for which they had been plagued by.

It was sad to see how money couldn't buy happiness, nor mental stability, playing out in real time, but the fact of the matter was that the shetland had more than once brought one of the younger members of the school, and their personal guards, to heel, not with the force of his fists, though a few lockers did greet his knuckles when one mouthy fucker thought that he could pop off to him after threatening his charge, but by a simple truth of him reporting their actions to the head of the school. The irony of slavery was that being caught lying was punishable by death, thus his word would be taken at face value when brought before the dean, this would then lead to the events in question being examined by those who monitored the happenings within the campus. What happened next would be that the wrongful party would be punished as needed, not by a slap on the wrists as in some places, but by public and private discipline.

This truth made most of the aggressive students distance themselves from the labrador and his slave, as none of them wanted their influential parents to be embarrassed, that might actually make them take away some of the expensive toys that they were given to make them shut up and go away. The consequence of this though was that there were very few who saw the teenager as a willing candidate for intimate play, even during the hours of his physical education when everyone had to show off the gifts nature had given them following their change of clothes.

Of course the result of all of this led his young master, who had long since had a talk with him about his pent up frustrations, into making something of a game in teasing his long-suffering stallion. Whether it was walking around the house naked whenever his father wasn't home, or playing with the shetland's tail, or just his rump in general, when he thought his slave was deep within the arms of sleep, the young labrador would do anything and everything to try and make Lucifer come undone. The equine didn't know why though, seeing as, with his chastity on, there wasn't much he could do other than be miserable as his raging erection throbbed within the golden cage. That was until one night when the shetland had woken to find his manhood standing firm in between his legs while his young master grunted and groaned while trying to settle his lubricated rump onto him.

Lucifer chuckled darkly as he thought about that particular moment when the sixteen year old had been on top of him.

It took a full minute for the sleepy equine to understand what exactly was happening to him back then, as the only way his cage could come off was if his young master's father released him from his chastity, but seeing as the older labrador had no reason to do as such, given that he had zero interest in his ability to breed, despite showing him off at whatever social affair he saw fit to drag both him and his wayward son off to. However, in that moment when his young master had been grunting and swearing while trying to press more of his lubricated ass down onto the fist wide girth which flared inside of his virginal pucker, Lucifer hadn't cared anything what was right or wrong in that moment. Not even after catching hold of a peculiar scent, one in which made his eyes dilate and his heart throb even harder inside of his ribcage. The shetland just wanted to breed, and by the Bound Stallion, he would get what he wanted that night, even if it cost him his balls later on.

To say that Lucifer lost control back then would have been a severe understatement, seeing as the shock of the moment, coupled with his almost decade long pent up frustration, made it so that the equine quickly grabbed and then tossed the willful teenager onto his king sized mattress before mounting him properly. The labrador's muffled whines and eager pleas were like music to the shetland's forward facing ears as he ground his deep deeper into the quivering tailhole flexing around him.

The memory of his pent up balls slapping the smaller male's taint as he drove himself as deeply as he could into the silken interior of the teenager's ass made the shetland shiver as he finished soaping himself down.

The improptu sex was one of fury and passion instead of grace and control, as was due slaves of Lucifer's breed. Desire, so strong that it almost seeped from the equine's tongue as he whinnied down at his male mare, coursed through his veins like liquid fire as he braced himself against the bed in an attempt to gain as much leverage as he could for his thrusts.

The squealing, pleading cries of the smaller body beneath, his master he fought to remember, were oh so perfect as he laid into the other hard enough to make his bed frame slam and then crack against the wall in front of him. Lucifer thanked the Bound Stallion over and over again that his young master's father had been away at the time, because there no doubt in his mind that the older dog would have shot him with that magun he knew the other kept hidden away in his desk drawer had he seen him taking his son like the little slut mare that he was. Huffing into his young master's ears was the only form of communication that the shetland could manage at that time, well that, a few broken whinnies which seemed to come out from somewhere deep within his still untamed psyche, despite him wanting to both thank and curse the teenager for what he had unleashed within him.

For his part, the little dog seemed not to mind having his guts rearranged by the massive pink and black mottled breeding tool which swelled his belly to almost comical proportions. In actuality as he thought more and more about that night, something he did quite often when sleeping next to the other, he could have sworn that the labrador backed his fat ass up into his crotch upon him dropping his hips down into his ruined rump. Whimpers and groans escaped from the canine during his first climax and second climax, his smaller body having gone through the motions of releasing his potent seed onto the mattress following his prostate being pummeled into putty, and yet by the third and fourth, because of course Lucifer was going to get as much gratification out of the moment as he could, seeing as he never expected such a moment to happen again, the teenager was left mewling and gasping in surrender, his mind having shattered at the edges following the stallion bucking into him for so long that his ass actually felt like it was being spanked by that time.

Filling his young master with his seed came only after Lucifer's nose caught the scent of utter submission rising up from his young master's body. His equine brain, still caught within the throws of primal desire, saw fit to claim that which then, and perhaps forever, would belong to him; biting down onto the teenager's neck to hold him in place was more of a instinctual show control than something truly needed, as the labrador was completely broken in by the time his low hanging balls drew up into his crotch. His release, oh by Astros, had it been great. Lucifer shook and shivered before raising his head up and then neighed out his domination over the mare who was growing fat with his load. It took all of the shetland's control to not crush his little master with his hands when he gripped the other tight as he rolled his groin forward into the other's wet rump, his semen literally flooding out of the dog's broken bum as he gave him everything he had, and more.

Once the moment came to an end, his balls almost whistling in emptiness following the last drop of his load rushing out of him and into its new home, Lucifer had cuddled up with his young master, hugging him as tightly as he could, all the while pleading with him never to do this again. The equine did not like to gamble, and so playing roulette with his life was not a thought in which he treasured. It also didn't help that the thought of the teenager getting in trouble with his father for letting his slave breed his ass rolled across his mind like a low hanging fog as he curled his wide hand along the sloshing lump which jiggled and sloshed back at him.

His young master hadn't been able to say much for or against such a thing at the time, as the bliss of having his first hands free orgasms had completely twisted his teenage mind, yet afterwards, when they were both kissing and curling their legs together in the sweat and cum soaked bed during the morning to follow, Lucifer's half hard cock throbbing like a third leg in between them, the labrador had promised to make sure he awake before he did such a thing again.

Cheeky little bastard.

Washing down the foam which had accumulated on his muscular body, Lucifer groaned as the weight within his own belly gurgled. He needed to work off the girth which he had put on, and, as this was a good day to do nothing but workout, seeing as the older labrador was away on business for the month, he would rouse his young master and get him to exercise with him. With that decided, the shetland hurried washing himself off and then carefully pulled himself out of the still steamy jacuzzi. Setting the tub to autoclean itself, the stallion moved underneath the fur dryer rather than grabbing a towel. He didn't exactly like to have to wash clothes if he could get away with it, such was the reason he didn't mind his young master walking the house in nothing but his fur.

Brushing his hands along his pink tinted locks, Lucifer snorted in amusement as he thought about the day ahead of him.

His young master did so enjoy being able to work out with him, as it gave the young man a chance to oogle and then touch his herculean body, all the while silently trying to compete with the stallion as they worked in time with one another to push and pull on their respective weights. That the labrador was only able to lift a third of the weight the shetland could was something that made the stallion's heart swell with pride, as despite his diminutive looks, the canine had been working hard to build his body up. He would never have a truly muscular build, as his genetics were incompatible with such a state of being, at least not without artificial aid, and Lucifer would never allow such a thing. The last he needed was a roided out bundle of rage and egotism to have to deal with, he already had enough of dealing with individuals such as that when at the social gatherings that his young master were forced to attend by his father.

No.

Better to allow the youth to remain lithe, yet fit. Besides, it made his young master all the easier to rest on his lap as they sat together watching whatever piece of amusement the labrador was into this week on the telly.

With that thought in mind, the shetland moved out of the bathing room towards his bedroom. Opening the jade colored curtains, Lucifer chuckled as he watched the morning star rising higher into the cloudless sky. It was going to be a perfect day today. He then grabbed the golden collar which hung behind the curtains and slipped it over his neck. Locking the special mechanism which sealed his accessory into place, the stallion shivered at the tight feeling of the metal once it reasserted itself over his body; his mind was instantly flooded with thoughts of servitude and obedience as age old mental conditioning reasserted itself into his psyche. It took a moment to wrestle down his need to punish himself for taking off the item in question, his fingers actually twitching as he thought about going for the flogger made from his tail hairs resting next to his bed and then condemning his body for his faux pas. Thankfully the quiet whisper of his young master's voice reminded him that what he had done wasn't wrong, and that he didn't need to bleed himself out onto the floor for his transgression.

Taking a deep breath in order to let the young labrador's words settle within his soul, Lucifer exhaled and then smacked himself over the snout.

Rubbing his jaw, and recalling that he needed to see the family dentist soon, the shetland turned to his closet. Going over, he pulled out a long silver overcoat and a green kilt, his standard wear around the house, he then looked down at the girth lodged deep within his belly with a shake of his head. A grumble of annoyance filled his throat, but he silenced himself after returning the jacket to its hanger and then getting out a flowing house robe. If there was one thing he had learned while being a slave, it was to find whatever comforts one could, and in that moment he was would be damned if he would suffer through indigestion just because his mind had been preprogrammed to always wear the best clothes he had around his betters, despite his young master long ago giving him permission to be naked.

Having settled that matter, Lucifer turned and then made his way to the kitchen. A stale burp, one honeyed with the taste of digested flesh, escaped his lips as he contemplated how much food to make his young master.

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Lucifer was nearly thrown back by the scent which hit him following his entrance into his young master's bedroom.

Heat.

Warm and sickly sweet with a promise of fertile fields which begged to be seeded, smacked him across the face with an intensity that made his tail stand on end.

Grey eyes instantly narrowed on the owner of said smell, his caged cock swelling to almost painful proportions as he watched the labrador roll along his four poster bed with almost practice sensuality, despite still being caught deep within the throes of slumber.

It took all of the control the shetland had not to toss the silver tray in his hand aside and pounce on the other. Even if he couldn't escape the golden cage which wrapped around his stallionhood without the key his young master key hidden underneath his mattress, the stallion could still do so much with his tongue and fingers to sate the burning need which was calling out to him to take and claim that which belonged to him. That his grey eyes darkened to almost pitch black was something that he completely failed to notice, for obvious reasons, but it quickly became apparent that he was slowly losing his composure when his vision became laser focus onto the teenager's backside, which just so happened to be half covered by the white sheet draped over his brown furred rump.

Gripping the tray hard enough to bend the metal was the only way that Lucifer could mentally focus on his current task, and not what his primitive equine brain was telling him to do, thus, after taking several deep breaths of the fragrant, canine scent, the stallion moved over to his master's dresser. Setting the tray down, the shetland looked down in annoyance. It seemed that at some point during the evening, his young master had dropped the evidence of his evening activity onto the floor next to his bed. A displeased snort escaped his nostril as he looked to the still flickering machine as it idly stared back at him.

His young master's father had given him permission to take and then dispose of such things if he got out of hand, a threat he made in front of his panicked son, however Lucifer was no one's fool. He knew well enough that doing such a thing would not endear him to his young master, and so, after picking up the electronic toy, he flipped the machine off, and then carried it with him over to the covered windows of the room. Throwing the black curtains open, the equine chuckled as he heard the brown canine behind him groan in distress. Looking over his shoulder, he was unsurprised to see that the youth had grabbed a pillow and then thrown it over his pink dyed hair.

"Young master," Lucifer sang while standing in front of the light streaming in through the glass. "you're supposed to be up now." He finished while looking over at the wall mounted clock which read ten fifteen. "Actually, you were supposed to be up three hours ago."

A grumbling moan was the only response the canine gave as he slid the pillow off from his drool covered face and then rose up like a zombie from the grave. "Zowwy..."

"Hmm, I wonder about that, seeing as you were busy playing this all night, despite me asking you not to stay up late." The Shetland teased as he wagged his unbound tail behind his back.

Those words made the canine's eyes snap open. Ruby eyes turned to look at Lucifer with a desperate look as his orbs zeroed in on the tiny machine held gently within the palm of his hand.

"Lucifer, I..." The naked dog began to say, but a sharp glare from the stallion silenced whatever excuses were bubbling out from his lips.

"Young master," The stallion began. "even though I have allowed you many liberties, I would think that you would not openly violate them by ignoring my orders." A flick of his tail ended his statement.

The canine opened his muzzle again to say something, anything, to get him out of the predicament he was in, but nothing came to his mind that could save him from the well deserved scrutiny being aimed at him. "I'm sorry." He finished while hanging his head low enough that his pink hair covered his eyes.

Lucifer let his charge wallow within his self-made pool of pity for several moments before clopping over to his bed. Placing the toy down onto the other's lap, the shetland reached out for the canine, and then popped him over the back of the head. A slight yelp escaped the dog's lips following this.

"You're forgiven, but don't let it happen again, do I make myself clear?" Lucifer finished with a snort.

"Yes, Lucifer." The canine replied while lowering his long ears down along the side of his head.

Lucifer was not one to relish in others' suffering, thought nothing of placing a kiss along the side of the dog's head. "You're forgiven, Adam."

When the canine turned to look up at him with wide, curious eyes, he chuckled and then pressed his lips into his charge's mouth. Without thought Adam opened his mouth, turning his muzzle to the side in order to fit his and his slave's unequal faces together, before curling his tongue out as he had been taught to do.

Quiet, yet powerful moans escaped from both men as they breathed in one another's unique scents, though Lucifer found himself falling deeper into the spell of desire than his young master, as the heated aroma coming from the other's nethers was such that his blood was literally boiling within his veins. The mental image of him throwing teen down onto the floor to have his way with him filled the stallion's mind over and over again, as he imagined all of the delightful little ways that he could make his young master howl out his appreciation and submission to him without using his cock. Curling his wide fingers into the mattress stopped him from partaking in this maneuver, but just barely as he rolled his tongue down and then around Adam's own hot organ.

The sound of the labrador's pink tail beating against the side of his bed got a smile out of Lucifer, one in which was shown clearly within his hazy grey eyes as he looked deep within the ruby orbs that danced before him.

Pulling back several seconds later, the shetland retrieved a handkerchief from his side pocket and then wiped down the thick saliva now clinging to his young master's lips. He then did so for himself, stowing away the now used piece of cloth back where it came from, before moving himself up.

"Young master, did you remember to take your medication?" Already knowing the answer, the stallion watched with hidden amusement as the teenager's eyes flew wide.

"I...didn't!" He groaned before covering his head with both his hands.

Lucifer let out a rather dramatic sigh as he took back the device on his master's lap. Putting it over on the counter next to the tray he had brought in, the stallion settled himself onto the bed. "You know what this means, correct?"

Nodding his head, Adam groaned before moving over the equine's lap. "Can we not?" The labrador then asked.

His answer was met by a sudden influx of pain to his rump.

The yelp the canine released following his slave's hand crashing down again and again into his bottom, reddening the flesh underneath the brown fur, brought tears to the teenager's eyes. Lucifer tried not to smile as he listened to his young master cry out while squirming on his legs. It wouldn't been wrong to say that he disliked punishing the teenager, yet at the same time, as his caged cock throbbed with a need to breed and his wide nostrils flared with the scent of male slick which was pouring out from the labrador's experienced hole, he found himself loving the sense of domination which came with tanning the other's hide. Because this was one of the few areas of their lives for which he held complete control over his young master, said luxury being given by the labrador's father following the revelation of him being able to carry foals...pups within his belly.

The older male had long since had a talk with his son about what it meant for him to become a young father, as he knew well of such burdens, or so the canine liked to think, thus he had instilled a sense of trepidation within Adam for his strange biology. Getting him medication which could suppress his body's twisted desires was a given, seeing as the older dog did not want to be in the center of a scandalous affair following his only son getting pregnant before he had made his first million dollars, and out of wedlock, though the latter was of lesser importance to the elitist canine. Adam, he honestly had been quite ashamed of himself, seeing as he didn't know what to think about his body once his first heat had kicked in following his thirteenth birthday.

So of course Lucifer had been the one to explain to him that he wasn't 'weird' or a 'freak' while holding the crying, sobbing bundle of fluff as he went through the burden of being able to bear life. In truth, the stallion found it rather ironic that the two of them were trapped in states of distress by their respective biologies, though he was much more stringent than his father about the labrador taking his medication. After all, if his young master was going to try and 'fool around with him', then he would have to make sure to take care of himself, as Lucifer would die before he let his master's father, or anyone else for that matter, take their foal away from them.

He had been rather forgetful about reminding him to do as such lately, seeing as he had been dealing with certain personal matters, the likes of which had made him exit the house at inappropriate hours of the evening, but that was his own crisis for which he had to admonish himself for.

"You've already missed several of your early morning classes, young master." Lucifer said, his voice as straight as an arrow, despite the rising tide of desire bubbling within his chest as he continued to rain the flat of his palm down onto those bubbly cheeks wiggling up at him.

"Awww, d-damn it!" The chocolate canine swore, as the pain, and something much more pleasurable, raced up his backside.

"Language, young master." As he smacked the labrador's ass even harder. "You are not common curr, remember." The stallion admonished with a flick of his long tail.

"S-sorry." Adam whined while lowering the ears.

"Very good." The stallion said as he slowly brought an end to the punishment he was forcing upon his charge. Lucifer was of course quite aware of the hard mass which had been grinding into his thigh, though he said nothing of it, as he had long since trained the labrador to come to appreciate the pain of his punishments, as it would leave him craving for more, a fact which the equine silently loved to no end, as it allowed him to justifiably get out the frustrations of his day without seeming to want to do so. A strange game, as it were, but one in which endeared his young master to him even more than he already was, the little scamp.

"Now then," The shetland said as he moved his young master next to him, drying his tear stained eyes with his handkerchief as he did so. "I've already called the school to let them know that you won't be in today, and more than likely tomorrow, seeing as it will be the weekend, and we both know your level of motivation for actually doing schoolwork then is minimal at best." Adam opened his mouth to protest but a raised eyebrow silenced him. "With that said,'' The shetland continued. "I have made plans for us to exercise today, tomorrow, and Saturday."

"Huh? Uhh, ok?" Adam hiccuped before flopping his head to the side in that strange manner most dogs did when curious about something. It actually took him a minute to put together the pieces of the strange puzzle he had been given, however things quickly settled into place when he noted that the stallion's stomach, which was normally as flat as a board, was much wider than it should have been. Surprise and excitement quickly filled the youth's ruby eyes as he reached out for the large mound trying to hide itself away within the house robe his slave had on. "Did you...? Well of course you did, because there's not enough oats in the manor to fill you up like this in just a day. So who did you..." He babbled while reaching out to caress the shetland's gut.

It actually took Lucifer a moment to get his thoughts together, as the combination of his young master's firm, yet careful rubs along his bloated midsection, coupled with his wondrous heat scent rising even deeper into his nose, made it near impossible for him to think clearly. Heavy panting soon crept from out of the slave's mouth as the canine nuzzled against his huge belly. Lucifer didn't know what it was about such actions that made it so that his mind somewhat went white with pleasure, but as his nearly black orbs looked down at the submissive labrador licking and rubbing at his belly, he found himself petting the other's head with confident strokes of his hand. Rolling his hips into his charge's muzzle, the shetland let out a cough before speaking. "Just someone who was a threat to you is all, young master."

That made Adam stop and look up in shock.

The list of people who could actually hurt him was tiny in the brown furred dog's mind, as while he might have had a lot of bad luck at his private school with bullies and the like, there was no one who the stallion would actually go through the trouble of trying to eat, not even Christian, his most persistent of headaches, despite the fact that the wolf stood just a head shorter than the shetland, which in turn put him two heads higher than himself.

Sitting back and pondering over the new puzzle he had been given, Adam recalled the one time some fool burglar had stumbled his way into the house when he was ten.

It was the first time he had seen Lucifer actually fight someone to a standstill before clocking them over the head with a lamp. It was also the first time he had seen the shetland eat someone whole, the incensed horse having been so livid that the rodent had dared come into what he considered to be his territory, that he all but ripped the unconscious individual out of his worn down clothes before popping him into his mouth, feet first. The awe of watching another person being consumed by his slave was something that made Adam both curious and aroused without fully understanding why.

There was just something so...primal about the equine devouring another living being, all the while his long tail snapped behind his backside in unabashed glee, that made him want to go up to the other to see, and perhaps even feel, what was happening first hand. He didn't though, as he wasn't even supposed to have been out of bed at that hour, but he had wanted a drink of water, and felt himself too big to ask the stallion to get it for him. It was only after watching Lucifer fully devour the other whole, the shetland rubbing over his squirming gut while letting out a massive, wet belch, that he pulled himself out from his hiding place to ask several questions of the slightly startled equine.

That moment, it had awoken something within the dog, a strange curiosity which made him research everything he could about the stallion and their very peculiar abilities. It had also made him want to know what it would be like to be swallowed whole by the other, to take that plunge into the hot, wet darkness that was the equine's body before being submerged within a pool of juice which would unmake him bit by furry little bit. Lucifer had of course sworn to take his own life before ever contemplating such a thing, as he hugged him deep into his chest on that cold winter morning, his body quivering with one too many emotions to count as he rubbed his snout into the confused dog's hair. He had then made the labrador swear to never ask for such a thing again, to which Adam never did, as he couldn't stand seeing the haunted panic within the shetland's eyes, however it did make him ever eager to be as close to the object of his desire as reality would allow.

And so...

"Did we have another burglar?" The dog asked without meaning to, his mind running circles around trying to piece together who had taken a trip within his slave's gullet as his cock, still hard from his spanking, leaked pre-come down the side of his naked leg.

"You have twenty minutes to eat your breakfast, young master." Lucifer said, completely ignoring the question as he got up and then turned away from the baffled dog with a knowing smirk. "After that, I expect to see you in the weight room."

Adam whined when he watched the shetland go off about his way.

Whoever had pissed off must have really done a number on the other's nerves, because the stallion usually didn't evade such a question when asked. Either that, or...

Adam shook his head and looked to the platter he had been given. That the sides were dented made him raise his eyebrows in alarm, however he quickly set about eating the still warm food on top, as he knew well that he would get his butt tanned again if he kept Lucifer waiting, and this time he might do so with the heated oil he kept within his room.

Once in the weightroom the pair quickly set about going through the motions of exercising on the various pieces of equipment settled about the area. Adam of course couldn't keep his eyes off of his slave as he watched the other pump his already huge arms with the raw iron shaped into the large circles that seemed so popular within the northern countries, all the while the shetland worked his legs back and forth on the leg press set over by the bay windows. A grunt from the stallion made him jump and then return to cycling on the exercise bike set in front of the big screen tv which was currently covering the midmorning news.

"And in this late breaking story, a cache of weapons, explosives and drugs belonging to the terrorist stallion Vlad Wallachia was found by the police earlier this morning. According to reports, the police were informed of the location of a storehouse containing said items following an anonymous phone call. The whereabouts of the mad horse in question are still being tracked, however, authorities are confident that he will be captured before long." The announcer, a silver tod fox, explained to the camera right before a picture of the black stallion appeared on screen.

Adam found himself rather mystified by the face of the fugitive, or perhaps he was more enchanted by the piercing cobalt gaze staring back at him.

"Who knew that such a pretty face could cause so much trouble?" The dog said aloud as he continued to pedal away on his bike.

Lucifer simply grunted in reply.