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Vanir stood in the midst of the towering group of initiates and felt as if he were about to be stepped on at any moment. The short dappled grey pony barely came up to their chests, but that didn't matter, he was used to being the shortest in any given situation and this one was no different. He flicked his tail back and forth behind him, his nostrils flared as he moved towards the edge of the room. He flicked his eyes towards the rich cherry wood walls and the torches that flickered and cast shadows over the gathering of males that crowded together eagerly awaiting their chance to make a name for themselves.

The Order of The Iron Shoe was one of the most prestigious fraternities in the country. It was the elite, founded hundreds of years ago and boasting members that moved on to rule the free world. They accepted only the best of the best, and no one could simply apply to join, they had to be invited. It wasn't shocking that he had been invited, not when his step-father had been the Lead Stallion when he had come here. No matter how the elegant tall horses looked down at his short stature and common breed, they couldn't deny him a chance to try and join them.

Stupid thoroughbreds. _ He thought and tossed his full thick mane out of his eyes with irritation, flaring his nostrils delicately. _They think they own the world.

The tall lean athletic horses were the most commonly found in the Iron Shoe, but there were also Arabians and Lipizzaners, a few warmbloods, but no draft horses. No ponies. They were bred for work, manual labor, they might as well have been working in mines. Vanir knew that they would do anything to drive him out of his place here, he had already done any number of humiliating things, but he refused to be driven off. He knew he was as good as any of them, he had money, he was smart, he was highly desirable to any female that saw him. After all, who wouldn't want a pony? He was the perfect size.

Things would be easier if we could have worn clothes. _ He thought with a twinge, keeping his eyes away from the fact that the larger sheaths and balls were far too close to him as he moved around. _It's all a part of the humiliation, but we should have at least been able to wear a towel.

There was a hot snort and one of the Arabians gave him a look, the stupid tippy ears twitching and that short small muzzle tipped up. The stallion moved away as if he didn't want to be soiled and Vanir only narrowed his eyes slightly. He ignored the comments he could occasionally hear about him. After all, he was short, his body softly curved, delicate looking and more fillyish than any of the well-shaped stallions. His mane was thick and silken, so long that he knew that they compared him to a mare, but he didn't give a damn. They didn't matter, his mother had always told him that he should be proud of himself and they thought just because he was a pony he wasn't going to stand a chance.

No, he was going to make it, this was the final night, the seven initiates had gone through everything required of them, tonight was the final night. They would be marked as part of the Iron Shoe, they would be given one final challenge and then they would be welcomed to the elite status and turned over to the fillies that were always attracted to the house. The thought made him shiver slightly, flaring his nostrils wide with a breath of eagerness. His step-father had told him that tonight he would likely be branded with the logo of the House. Then, no one could take this from him. The murmur of voices stopped as there was a creaking noise and the Dartmoor swung his head about to face the opening door.

The Head Stallion that came out was a shining grey-white Lipizzaner, thick muscled and towering like a specter as the dark brown eyes roved around the room. He was dressed in the deep iron-grey robe of a full member of the Iron Shoe, his neck holding a thick iron necklace that held the organizations seal. The sight of him caused all of them to go silent and the stallion's brown eyes swept over all of them and he moved to one side before gesturing at the door with one thick nailed finger.

"Vanir, you are summoned to the Council of the Iron Shoe for judgement." Edgir rumbled commandingly and the pony gave a little bit of a jolt and swallowed. This was it.

He kept his head up and curved his neck slightly, trying to look more masculine and larger than he normally was as his hips swung back and forth behind him. He knew that it was a sashay that they would laugh at, but it didn't matter. If he was going first, it meant that he would be able to have his pick of the fillies that were reserved for the after party. He kept his pose even as Edgir snorted down at him, the lips twitched up in a slight smile as he walked through the dark opening of the door with a confidence that was only partially feigned.

Edgir followed him close behind as he passed through the small hall that opened up in the wide open ceremony room. His hooves clicked and he did his best not to move his hands up in front of his dark sheath as he came through and found that the robed members of the current house were gathered there. He swallowed and fought the nervous lurch in his belly as he moved towards the middle of the rom and his eyes darted towards something that looked like a medical chair that was set next to a rolling steel tray.

"So, you believe yourself worthy of us..." The head stallion said as he walked around with a heavy clop of his hooves. "You believe you can be our brother."

"Yes, sir." Vanir answered and licked his lips, his eyes darting back towards the chair as the grey robed leader moved to one side.

"Do you believe that you can marked as one of us, to live with what that mark means, to uphold the laws and customs of this ancient society?" Edgir continued and moved his hand to run a touch along the sweep of the leather chair.

"I do." He responded and gave his tail a little twitch, swallowing as the larger stallion twitched his lips up.

"We have always marked our members, a permanent mark, because once you are one of us, you are one of us forever." He murmured and touched a hand to the steel tray and hidden tools. "So your last challenge is to withstand such a mark. Should you protest or struggle, should you fight or scream, we will burn the mark of our favor away and you will leave in disgrace. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Vanir all but breathed, his heart beating faster as there was a shifting from the watching stallions.

"Olea, if you please..." Edgir said and Vanir barely had time to realize that someone had grabbed his shoulders before a warm female body pressed against him.

The young stallion shuddered and swung his head up to see a rather attractive and curvy female pressing forward against him. Her hands slipped up around him, caressing and pushing him forward so that he was stumbling a little bit as he was edged towards the table. He felt a flush of heat rushing up along his cheeks as he realized the mare was entirely nude, sweet smelling and arousing so that he struggled not to react to her as she guided him towards the chair. Edgir turned from him, opening up the small metal trays and pulling drawers out before the pony found himself pushed down into the leather of the chair.

The mare leaned over him, sliding her fingers along his arms as he was pushed back and Vanir let himself be moved about. This must be one of the fillies that had been brought in for the party, one that would quite happily have him for the evening. She was a paint, white and black, her bare breasts full and inviting with one pink nipple and one a gleaming black, both of them pierced with silver hoops. Her toned belly leaned over him as she pulled his arms up and he let her, shivering and flushing hotly as he couldn't help but react with the pink bulge of his glans pushing out.

His wrists were locked into leather restraints and he leaned up to try and nuzzle one of her breasts, unable to help himself as she let out a laugh. The sound thrilled through him so he didn't really think about the upcoming brand. Instead, he moved his body to arch up towards her and he let out a laugh and moved away from him. She stepped back so that he was able to see her full promising lips and his cock began to slip further out of his sheath, sliding upwards and twitching a little bit in reaction.

"At least he's eager." Someone commented to a sound of laughter that made him jerk his eyes away from Olea and Edgir lifted up something that looked like a gun.

"Olea is good at her job, hopefully he can keep it out." Edgir commented and produced a small little jar of something dark.

The mare grinned and moved down, her hands slid along his legs and he squirmed, letting her drag his legs open and force them apart. His attention on her was jolted away as a broad masculine hand reached out to grasp his exposed cock and he yelped. There was more laughter as he swung his eyes towards Edgir as he pulled the girth further and further outwards. It was being tugged and forcibly exposed, fingers dancing over the edges as he realized that the small gun in his hand wasn't a piercing gun or anything meant to brand. It was a tattoo gun, making his eyes flash open wide as a thick all too masculine finger glided right up against the broad opening of his cock.

"H-hey!" He protested without thinking as the fingers adjusted and traced the pink fat flesh.

"Time to join the House." The head stallion rumbled out. "Or do you want to stop already?"

"No!" He blurted out and swallowed. "I thought I was going to be branded..."

"It's a modern world, a tattoo is far more elegant. And this will prove your dedication." Edgir commented before his thumb brushed the gun and the loud buzzing noise made Vanir jerk a little bit.

Olea was quite deft in dragging his legs open and working them into restraints, leaving him bound and pinned as the male dipped the sharp points of the needle into the dark jar of ink. He felt a jolt of pure fear as the other hand kept ahold of his cock, stroking him, kneading him so that he was left flushed and outraged by the touch. The fact the mare was there only made it worse since she kept caressing him, her body close and the sweet scent taunting him with a confusing mixture of arousal and humiliation. His mottled flesh filled out wider and wider, the pink tip soon pushed right up above his navel and making him squirm.

"Olea, make sure he doesn't soften." Edgir commanded as he coated the tip of the gun and released his cock into the soft feminine hands. "So nice you're mostly pink, it's a shame when the tattoo doesn't show on black flesh."

Vanir felt a sick twist in his stomach, he knew what was coming, or rather, he had guessed, but it didn't matter. This was his last hurtle before he was a member of the elite, one of their brothers. He kept that in mind as the tip of his cock was lifted up by the mare and presented and the gun dipped down. For a brief moment, all he felt was a vibration thrumming through him, strangely erotic before the burning pain hit sharp and sudden. He sucked in a breath and tried not to cry out as goosebumps rose all over his body and he jerked his hands against the restraints.

The stallion wasn't rushed at all, he began to draw a line right around the tender edge of his glans, straight and true to leave a trail of black ink behind. The mare's finger teased along his turgid flesh that started to soften under the pain, rubbing as she leaned down and her breasts pushed against his leg invitingly. The pain spread with the vibrations, growing worse by the moment so that he was having trouble thinking straight. Where the needle ran over him, the spikes of pain grew while Edgir drew the line around his cock tip firmly before moving to draw another line.

It was going to be a horse shoe on the tip of his cock, the start of the Iron Shoe seal, but knowing that didn't help him as the second line went closer to the dimpled opening of his urethra. It was stroking over the nerve filled flesh until there was a pause for Edgir to refill the gun. He let out a noise from low in his throat, but even as he did Olea trailed her fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed. The touch was light and smooth, only offset with the fear of the gun that was brought back and the stallion gripped just beneath his tip and pulled up higher.

The needle dug down right along the start of the line, but now there wasn't an attempt to drawn an outline, now he felt the needle circling and moving, turning around close to color in the marking. It dug down against the softening flesh and he let out a cry, he couldn't stop himself as tears sprang to his eyes and the burning sharp pain built up. The needle was jabbing wildly into his flesh, digging down so sharply that he could see dark red splotches in the midst of the black ink that was coating around his formerly pink cock. Even the feel of the mare fondling him didn't help keep him hard as his cock softened and he writhed in place.

"Ahh ahh you don't want to mess up your mark." Olea said with a slight smile on her face.

"Of course, you can say that you have had enough, we have only just begun." Edgir suggested, and Vanir didn't trust himself to say anything so he just shook his head.

The needle moved in circles, drawing out from the first line to the inside one, following a design that made him bite his lower lip in an attempt to stop his noises. He had never had anything happen to him like this, he'd never hurt his dick, now it was a growing pain that was making the flesh feel achingly large as Edgir roughly moved a damp cloth up and over his girth and wiped away the excess ink and the beading blood away. He arched his back and then whimpered out, his breathy cry bursting free before the tattoo gun was back and filling in more of the iron shoe that was curling around his glans.

The edges of the shoe curled in and the gun dipped in closer until it was following the line of his urethra. He felt a stomach twisting up in knots, his breathing harsh and ragged as the vibrations thrummed through him. His cock was stretched out, his attempts to retreat it back into his body hampered by two sets of hands as the pink flesh was mottled further with the tattoo. Edgir gripped his fingers with a bit more force against his cock, squeezing down and flexing his fingers as the gun pushed down harder and dug into his flesh harder.

The needle was sinking deep, striking and stabbing through nerves that were already throbbing with pain and he choked out a soft noise. He couldn't stop it, it was high pitched and helpless as he panted out and struggled to hold himself still. He wasn't going to miss out, not now, not simply because he wanted into the Order of the Iron Shoe, but because he had been told that the mark would be burned off if he didn't make it. The thought of burning hot metal against his cock kept him still even as the round rolling movements worked towards the opposite end of his cock.

The ink was coating and smeared over his flesh messily, brushed away to reveal the lurid black horse shoe that was worked around his cock. He was breathing in short noises before the stallion stood up and set the jar of black ink away and the pony stallion breathed out a sound of relief. The mare's fingers kept stroking him idly, the light strokes dipped and spread over the edges, dipping down and squeezing against his base. He trembled and panted, feeling a damp sweat along his cheeks as he tried to still his heavy breathing.

The fingers on his cock glided up and he wanted to feel something besides dread as they neared his swollen marked cock tip, he flinched, but she only glided down along his medial ring. Her playing idle and amused even as he heard a few snorts and murmured voices from those watching. He began to open his mouth to ask to be let go when the sound of the tattoo gun was heard again, the buzz of it sending a flash of fear through him and he looked up to see Edgar holding the ting with the tip dipped in brilliant sapphire blue.

"There's more?" He managed to choke out, his body going tense as the stallion leaned down and spread his fingers around him.

"You don't want to leave doubt to who you belong to." The head stallion murmured with a cruel edge to his voice.

The tip of the gun went just beneath his cock, the vibration and pain making his entire body go tense. His stomach muscles bunched up as it felt like a line of fire was being dragged down over his flesh again. It was contrasted with the mare's fingers who dipped down and lazily curled a finger just along the swell of his dark leathery balls. He tensed up and then jumped again before the fingers kneaded against his orbs and there was a sudden turn of the gun that traced up just beneath the oh so sensitive line of his glans. The dig pushed upwards sharply and he let out a ragged noise and tears sprang to his eyes.

The feel of the needle going so close to where he had already been marked was almost too much. The burn was located in such a small area that it was only building on itself, every movement adding fresh torment. His cock was entirely soft, he couldn't even think of real arousal as he was being handled this way. The stallion wasn't at all gentle with him, and didn't appear to be at all weirded out by holding another equine's junk. He was more concentrating on the design that he was putting into the flesh, digging down and repeatedly going over places.

If the pain had been spread out, maybe he could have dealt better, but it was pain on pain in an area that was barely an inch wide at any given time. The skin grew puffy and bled slowly, mixing with the ink that was coating him as it went. The force of it dug firmly into the softened flesh while Edgir drew his skin outwards, dragging him smooth to make sure that he was putting in the design neatly. The care he took was maddening, he wanted the stallion to rush, to just scrawl the letters of the Iron Shoe quickly and be done, but it was being done in elegant block letters.

He could see the pale pink of his flesh growing reddened in areas, his body tense and fingers balling down with a little dig that caused him to let out a shuddering pant. The fingers on his balls shifted lightly, dragging downwards a little bit before the mare let out a short noise. The sound of amusement caused him to flush unhappily, stiffening up and then panting out a cry as the fingers slipped back behind his balls. He tried to jerk his legs, the pull yanking against the restraints as the finger pushed down and glided right along his thick pucker.

"Olea.." Edgir said with an edge of amusement, but he didn't stop her as the finger curled in and the small stallion gave another jerk.

"I'm only helping." The mare said with an edge of a purr to her voice that caused the pony stallion to shiver.

His cock was suddenly shifted, being moved to one side as the stallion began to color in the letters, the circling movements making sure that every inch of his tortured flesh was pricked again and again. The skin felt tight and swollen, causing him to feel the sweat running along the edge of his forehead as he trembled and did his best to remain still for the assault. His eyes flashed wildly, moving back towards the stallion above him, but there was no mercy, the other male seemed to be utterly engrossed in his art, as if it didn't matter to him how his canvas was struggling.

The finger pushed into his pucker, spreading him just an inch and making him whimper out in reaction. The finger curled teasingly through him, caressing in a way that might have been quite interesting if it weren't for the fact his cock was being drawn out and the skin splayed wider so that the needle could push with a bit more force into him. The pain began to center in a spot that was barely a quarter inch wide, running over and over until he was panting out and snorting. The finger in his tight pucker gave a little slide and push, the small curl caressed a spot in his body that was rubbed downwards, working right against his prostate.

He couldn't stop himself, his cock thickened of its own volition, smoothing out so that the man piercing him was able to work with a little more ease. Edgir's dedication would have been interesting if this had been his hip or ass, he might have even been enjoyed the slight pain. Now, he was shuddering as his cock twitched and the finger circled along that tender ridge of flesh mockingly, twisting and rubbing with just enough force that his body reacted all on its own. There was another little twitch and the wrinkled softened flesh smoothed out further, his balls twitching delicately for a brief moment.

He knew the moment the finger began to flutter along his prostate that something bad was going to happen. He jerked his legs slightly, a short movement that rattled the restraints before his cock tip drooled out a small dribble of precum. It wasn't much, just a droplet, but it burned like fire and he squealed out in response. There was no stopping that noise as he flung his head back and the stallion above him let out a grunt and the needle moved away from him.

"Stop that. I nearly messed up the design." Edgir said stiffly. "You can play with him afterwards."

The idea of being played with should have aroused the pony, but Vanir was more lost in the throbbing beat of pain from the weak dribble of precum. He shrank back as the finger drew backwards, slipping away smoothly and he swallowed around a dry tongue, glad that the touch was at least gone for now. The moment she stopped, the larger stallion began to use the needle once more as if nothing had stopped him, but at least now he wasn't risking more precum dribbling free. Not that it made him feel any better, his body wasn't enjoying this, his body was throbbing and he felt creeping sensations slide over his body. The goose bumps had him twitching his skin as if against flies as the only relief came in the brief moments when the stallion went back to gathering up more ink on the tip of the needle.

In those moments, he was only aware of the pain throbbing and making him yearn to clutch at himself. It was like a burn, raw and aching only to be assaulted once more with the gun, the movements that rose up slipped right beneath his flare. The pricking of the needle sank in directly where he had always enjoyed being stroked and teased, where his hand always lingered when he was jerking off. It made him jerk and shudder, his wrists yanked roughly against the restraints so that the chair strained tightly, the strain trembled through him as his stomach muscles bunched up and he choked out a groan.

"Do you want me to stop?" Edgir asked, the stallion pausing with his head tipped down with a little lift of one brow. "Have you rethought your position?"

"No." Vanir got out between gritted teeth, tears in his eyes as he shuddered again and felt the swipe of the cloth along his cock.

"Oh show mercy, Edgir." Someone said with a little edge to his voice. "He's only a pony, no one wants their cock burnt."

Vanir felt a flash of outrage at the condescension in that voice and nearly snapped out a response, but he couldn't think. Olea was taunting him, her fingers roamed along his balls, stimulating him even as he trembled in place. The lead stallion leaned down and raised his brow a little bit, peering at him while he continued to tremble and licked his lips. His body was throbbing in time with his heart beat, his ears burning and his mouth felt dry as the male leaned downwards even closer.

"If you have had enough, than you may leave, as you are. No.. punishment." He said slowly, making it sound as if a gift. "You can get up, put on your clothes and that will be that. There will be no shame."

Vanir gave a jolt and stared up at him, his eyes widening just a touch and for a brief second he wanted to say yes. He could have had this stop, the idea of the needle going down again made him sick to his stomach. He was trembling, his body tense and he choked back the urge to say he wanted to stop. He wasn't going to give in so easy, they wanted him to give up, the realization came with a jolt of anger and outrage. They were doing this on purpose, they were hoping to have him back down from joining them. His ears flattened down tight to his head and then gave his head a shake back and forth.

_They won't get rid of me that easily. I deserve this, damnit, I've done everything they asked. _ He thought and hardened his resolve.

"No, I'm fine." He said and his voice was clipped and strained, but he got the words out.

"Ahh good, I do hate to neglect the shading." Edgir responded, his eyes showing the briefest hint of anger. "Olea, do keep him out, I don't want to ruin the work."

The fingers slipped over him, mockingly rubbing before he heard the buzzing of the gun begin again and the pony gritted his teeth and braced himself. His cock was drawn back up as the needle ran down the line of his shaft. It traced the thick line of him, striking all new flesh to torture him with and he sucked in a sharp hissing breath. The heat flushed along his cheeks and then paled as he held his breath and glared up at the stallion above him. He could do this, he would do this, he wasn't going to get this close and give up. That was what he told himself as the aching push of the needle began to circle and assault his already sore flesh.

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Vanir was sweaty and trembling as he stood naked in front of the brotherhood and his cock hung out swollen and sore from his sheath. The wrinkled flesh pulled at the sore skin, the burning making him want to cover himself, but he knew it would only make it hurt worse. The marking was done, completely done, a perfect emblem of the Iron Shoe permanently marking his pink cock tip and the name done in broad letters. It made his body ache and burn, feeling cold and hot by turn, but it was done, he had done it, he had become a full brother, he was no longer simply an initiate. That victory made him feel a surge of pleasure as he met Edgir's eyes and tossed his thick mane back.

"Welcome, brother." The stallion said and stepped forward, extending a hand that held an iron ring.

"Thank you." He responded, his voice ragged sounding, rasping ever so slightly from crying out during being tattooed, but he refused to feel flustered because of it.

There was no speech, no real warmth, but he didn't give a damn, the pony knew that now that he had gotten into this world that he had a hoof up for the rest of his life. He cockily reached out to take the ring, flaring his nostrils a little bit as he slipped it over his ring finger only to realize that it hung loose around his digit. There was a scattering of laughter and he didn't miss a beat before he pulled the ring and slipped it onto his thicker thumb. He gave his tail a twitch behind him and stepped to one side so that he could approach his new brothers. They would get used to having a pony in their midst, after all, he knew that he was better than them.

"Go, enjoy your reward with our guests, you have earned it. Olea is yours for the evening." Edgir said as he stiffly walked to where there were chairs set up.

The laughter echoed in his ears, mockery that did coax a flush that caused his dapples to darken. It was an added little blow, the idea of anyone or anything touching his cock made him want to curl into a ball. Thinking about sticking his cock _into_someone was enough to make him nauseous. The laughter continued for a little bit before Edgir left to get the next initiate and Vanir sat down gingerly on a chair. He was a part of this now, he'd really done it.