The Best Laid Plans: Training Begins
:::: Part two of Vanir's plans gone horribly wrong. This time things have definitely taken a turn for the worst for the little pest
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The more comments I get showing interest the more likely I am to go about making another story in the series, so lets see what you think! Vanir and the goat? Or should Vanir find out what Sithen has beneath his clothing? Or shall Vanir spend the day being forced to service her new 'stud'. What do you think? :::
Vanir woke up with a slight start, her eyes coming into focus unwillingly as her nose picked up the sharp scent of something strange, her nostrils flaring open in distaste. Her head lifted only a few inches up before she felt the tug of the reins holding it in place, though thankfully now it was no longer binding her tail to hold it behind her like a presenting filly. She used the give it allowed to look around, trying to puzzle out the source of the pungent scent before a heavy hand moved to pat against her rump and her head went back to find herself staring into the strange slotted eyes of a goat.
It was then the memories came rushing back into her mind, she had been working on breaking into the dragon lords home, to get into his harem and claim for himself some of those lovely and oh so lonely ladies. Yes that was right. He'd gotten partway up the wall before one the guards had caught him, proving his 'friends' had told him wrong when saying that Lord Sithen was at Council and his house poorly guarded in his absence. The rest jumbled together, shifting until her hips brushed the newly formed teats against the bail under her made the rest come back. her cheeks flooding with color, oh god she was a female. She could move her tail and feel the sticky seed and her own arousal from last night, the dull ache from trying to take the stallion inside of her and that hot wash of seed within her belly. It could be undone, it had to be undone! She'd find a sorceror and he'd undo the spell!
"Ah pretty lil lady finally woke up eh? Well mores the better fer ya, I gotta clean ya up. Master's orders, he doesn't like the livestock lookin' half tended." The buck bleated out, his ears going up along his worn horns.
Her eyes stayed on him, though she squealed out a protest at being called livestock. She wasn't livestock! She never would be, she was a thinking, talking, two legged being! The goat was older, his beard gone mostly into streaks of light grey and his horns worn down along the ridges. His coarse coat almost greasy looking with male musk and dimly she remembered there was a reason that most caprines were used in stable work and outdoor work, the males were always producing musk. The tang of it lingered on her tongue until she wrinkled her nose up in disgust. The old billy ignored her, instead to her humiliation he picked up a coiled hose and turned it on with a screeching noise of metal on metal.
"Mmph hey warmph dat uph!" She got out around the bit that pressed along her tongue, flaring her nostrils uncomfortably before the hose was lifted and she shrilled out a noise as the cold water splattered against her hide.
"Aww now stop yer neighin', gal, ya gotta get cleaned up fer the Master ta stop by an' inspect ya. Likes ta see to his mounts he does." The sound of bleating laughter made a sudden stab of shame rush over her and dread. The dragon watching so avidly last night, he wouldn't try her after another had used her. He couldn't!
The cold water ran along her hide, darkening the grey dapples into almost black, trickling down her mane and dropping from the end of her nose as the goat paid little attention to her own personal dignity. But her real protest started when he gripped her tail and forced it up above her curved rump and she shrilled out a noise of protest at that treatment, her tail jerking trying to lower down before the jet of water hit against her anal ring and over the dark tear shape of her mons. The filly twisting and jerking against the restraints, cursing against her bit towards the goat that just started to whistle. What the hell was he whistling about? This wasn't funny! And then she felt the nuzzling press of the hose against her folds, the cold water trickling down before it pushed just slightly into her.
"SUMOVBITCH!" She squealed out and her tail quivered trying to jerk down out of the goats hand as the cold water rushed through her passage until her stomach felt almost swollen with it. Though perhaps thankfully for her it didn't provide a good seal so the body warmed water ran down her inner thighs in rivulets against her hooves. Another stab of humiliation, sweet Epona, she had wet herself last night for the stallion. Not even behaving like a two legger!"
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Sithen followed the sounds of cursing and squealing as he came out of his home, his wings stretching out behind him in their full glory to greet the day. They shaded darkest black towards the lightest grey and all the shades in between. Looking as if he'd been woven out of storm clouds themselves to form a glittering scaled creature with eyes the swirled and changed color with his moods. He only paused when he reached the stable, the normal sounds of the day happening above the squeals. The stalls all empty, aside from the one creature he'd had his stablehand fetch this morning. A particularly wicked ass that had been taking pains in showing his former owner what he thought of pulling a cart, the black and grey creature looked over the edge of his stall door with an almost bored look. Ungelded and surveying his new kingdom for all the world as if he were a lord and not a beast of burden.
"Ah said hold still, ya ain't hurt, gal." The goats voice rasped from the stall holding his latest prize and the dragons voice rumbled in a deep purring chuckle of happiness. She was still fighting then, good, how boring to have her cave in and turn into a helpless little slut. He enjoyed fighting spirit in females, far more then he enjoyed those that cooed andf fussed over him.
The lord leaned over the opened stall door with a possessive smile on his face as the dripping dappled form was squirming against the bonds that held her to the haybale. Her tail jerking and twitching while the hose cleaned her out, the last splatter of his Guards seed hitting the ground leaving her smooth and clean and as angry as a house cat ducked in water. He let his gaze run up her spine to that finely featured head, what had been endearing as a colt, was now stunning as a mare. The dish shaped muzzle, the dainty prick of the ears, and oh those eyes. Flared with anger and humiliation, mingling together, though too much pride was left in her to let her go quite yet.
"Vic, I believe she's been sufficiently cleaned. After all when I was a hatchling I would always demand to know why I must clean my room when it would only grow messy again. It would be a waste of your time to give her a complete grooming now." He let his voice roll into the room, watching the dainty short form freeze at the sound of it as his claws clicked and he opened the door wider.
"Ahm goin' geth you!" The words came out, so muffled he had to pause to understand them and when he did he let a claw drag along the curve of her rump.
"I hope you do, my lovely filly, for now you are nothing but livestock. You need to understand that this is your place here, you are not a pet, you are not a slave, you are a beast that I have taken control of." He crouched down while the goat stepped back, the large dragon even felt his slit parting within his pants, his scoop shaped tip pushing outwards. Oh this little mare would be well worth the wait. "Now you see, you need to learn the rules. This will be the last time I speak to you so listen well. if you do well by the stables, if you work hard and obey, you might earn a place in my household. But you will earn such gifts back. For now you are nothing but a willful filly that needs to be broken, but even fillys are worth something. You will be bred, satisfying animals, not my guard. You will be bred until you learn to submit to them, and then you'll earn off this haybale and your own stall. After that you will learn to answer to the rein and harness, you will work hard and make me proud. Is this understood, little beast?"
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Vanir shuddered under the claws that ran down her back, her folds dripping lewdly against the ground as her wet tail drapped down to cover herself up as best she could. That hated voice, how dare he do this to her! It was against the law, and as he talked of learning her place her ears went back against her head, not even knowing how delighted the dragon was at her anger. She lifted her head as high as the bridle would let her and showed her teeth, her cheeks flushed hotly, burning with embarrassment as he talked about servicing animals. ANIMALS. She'd never do that! She'd find a way to get free, she'd figure it out, besides it's not like she could take a four legged stallion, she'd get broken.
"Ahh such a pity you do not see things my way." The dragon pushed himself up, but not before she realized with a sick feeling, that his shaft was bulging his pants. She'd heard stories about dragons, their unique shapes and the ways they mated. Barbs, knots, ridges, god some of them even put eggs in their mates! She didn't want to find out which he was. "Vic!"
"Yessah?" The rasping voice of the goat came, not without amusement, laughter hidden in his voice at her. She tried to pull her head forward and tail down to look as if she didn't care what he was saying. She didn't. She would get out of here, someone would find her missing.
"Bring..hmm..Dapples her first stud." The name flung out with a casual affection stung, she shrilled out and glared at the dragon angrily.
"Vanir!" She protested only to feel a sudden sting to her ass, a slap that made her jerk forward and bow her back out as the leather flat of the Lords riding crop came down onto her ass. The flesh burned for a moment and left a welt.
"Settle, girl, settle." That voice, so deceptively soothing to her. She wasn't an animal. "Easy, Dapples, you'll enjoy this fellow I just had him bought this morning especially for you."
The hand was back, rubbing where the crop had struck her, massaging gently against the aching flesh so that she couldn't help but press into it. It felt so good after the sting, and it wasn't until the fingers slipped down to hook under the dock of her tail did she tighten the muscles up again. The long wet hair gathered up and pulled back and to the side. The large drake's tail and wings in view as she heard the hollow clopping sound of four hooves, he couldn't mean that. She couldn't take a nonmorphic horse! Even a morphic one had nearly broken her! She swallowed convulsively and shuddered, trying to ignore the hand teasing at the base of her tail before all thoughts of being broken, the dragon or even escaping were forced from her head at the sound that erupted behind her.
"EEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEWW." The harsh noise assaulted her ears and one she'd heard every time she'd walked the street, the little donkey's used to pull farm carts to the market. Even the sound annoyed her as she twisted her head and caught sight of the goat gripping the headstall of the donkey, the back came just up to the bucks waist as he pulled against the halter.
"WAIT! Ah makesh a deawl." She squealed out to the drake and only got a crack of the riding crop as her reward, shrilling out again and twisting trying to pull her arms and ankles free as the donkey behind her begain braying again.
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Sithen let his claws play over the plush curve of the dappled rump, feeling the new softness added there. Though not much had been needed, the little pony had more then looked like a mare already, he'd just needed to add to the natural attributes that he'd been given. His fingers slid down along the curve of the tail and savored how she struggled and twisted when she knew what was coming, he looked over at Vic and nodded his head to released the donkey. The goat at least looked dubious at the idea of releasing the overeager creature at his newest mare, which was more then the drake felt. His lack of a harem had more then made him start to crave certain things, true he could go to the paid ladies, but their Mistresses negotiated well to keep them from harm or humiliation. And the ones that would do what he craved, well..they were ancient at best and diseased at worst.
"Easy, Dapples, easy girl. There's my good girl, ready to make some fine mules for my stable to pull my carts." He murmured the words softly, watching the ears reddening and her eyes almost watering up. Oh lovely she hadn't even realized that's what was going to happen, did she even realize just how easy it would be for her to catch a foal? He might even allow it, see which studs seed took.
The donkey pushed forward with a rough bray at the scent of female, his only view that of the hinds being presented to him and the tail held to the side. Sithen's eyes flickering down to those puffy dark lips, snugged so tight together and looking inviting. It took a force of will he'd built up over centuries to stop himself from pushing the donkey away, these delights were always so much better when anticipated and waited for. instead he let the coarse furred nose push up and under the tail, flaring nostrils taking in the scent and he coulded resist. He let his hand slide under her and find the place her bladder resided before pushing his fingers down against her stomach digging in to build the pressure up to an almost unbearable point. Let this newest filly learn what submission truly was!
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Vanir closed her eyes, trying to forget what was happening, which was nearly impossible when the rush of heat kissed against those new pussy lips. Her walls flaring open and puckering shut again as they winked out her pink swelling clit to her suitor. Mules. Could she carry mules? Would she? It wasn't just getting pregnant, she'd seen women carrying mules, two legged women with two legged donkeys, it was worse then humiliating. It was being outcast for mating outside your species, the infertile offspring good for nothing but labor. The drakes hand found that spot on her belly and her eyes snapped open, rimmed with white and she MMMPHed at him frantically shaking her head back and forth. She'd had to go since she woke up, she hadn't given in, she hadn't wanted to look like an animal but the lord forced her too.
Her head lowered in utter embarrassment as she felt her folds tense up a moment before a hot stream spilled from her, coating against the donkeys nose like she were nothing but the beast he mocked her to be. The donkey's pushing and rubbing muzzle drawn away and she heard him braying out, daring to look back as the pheromone laden stream splattered against the ground to see his head up and upper lip curling back, flehmanning to pull in her scent eagerly as he would a jenny showing signs of heat. Unable to see but she heard the sudden thudding sound under his belly and the hand finally moved away letting her cut off the glittering golden stream to go back to winking lewdly for her 'stud'. The milky wetness of her arousal sliding out to line her pursed folds and rolling down to the tip of her tear drop.
"I see you'll be in fine hands, girl, Vic, keep an eye on him this first time. He'll behave better later i'm sure. Leave them together for the day so he can stud her at will, that might ensure me a mule if my guard's seed hasn't taken. A mule would be more useful." The musing voice drifted down to her, a tear rolled down her cheek as he talked to her like he would a breeding animal.
The nose was back, pushing and the thick tongue dragged out to rub along her folds, dragging upwards making a shudder rock through her as she let out a sharp little squealing noise of unwilling pleasure. The nerves growing enflamed so her hips squirmed against the haybale. Remembering how it'd felt last night when the Guard had taken her and her inner walls cramped down trying to grip around nothing. Her nostrils flared open wide, sucking in shuddering breaths that came from her chest and she tried to pull her hips forward. Struggling against herself as the nose pushed and bumped roughly, and as if thinking he'd seen to the mare enough his head raised up and there was a clattering of hooves behind her.
The pony filly tensed up a moment before rough forelegs gripped against her sides and the chest pushed down against her back, the rough feel of the fur abraided her back and the hot thick scent of male musk flooded the air. Oh god it was everywhere, that heavy warm scent that made her nostrils flare and her breathing speed up. She felt how wet she was growing, her tail itself held aside in readiness as the slimy precum laden glans shoved up to graze against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of the stuff against her newly washed fur before the hooves moved back and the jack thrust again. This time it bumped up higher on her thigh, grazing her folds until she squealed out feeling the hot splatter of precum coat against her folds.
"'Ere now fella, Ah'll help ya." She'd forgotten the goat, forgotten this was being watched. Her head turning to protest and her cheeks suddenly darkened until the dapples were almost black, seeing the goat reaching under the jack and aiming him up the next thrust. Helping him find the mark.
The blood gorged tip pushed up against her folds, pushing them in on themselves as she tried her best to hold him out, clenching her walls down as the strong hips suddenly surged forward against her. Her shrill whinny burst out as her head went up, her eyes bulging slightly, as the shaft was larger then the Guards. It strained her lips open until they were almost tearing to hold him, her own wetness being rolled back over his girth while the wet blunt teeth gripped agianst her neck. The feel of..oh Epona was that drool?! He was drooling against her neck! The wetness spreading as his teeth clutched at her crest and inch after slow inch started to spread her open. The tip bubbling with precum that pushed in deeper leaving her with a sick wet feeling. At least the guard had been like her, morphic, but the scrabbling hooves tucked in against the haybale and her loins as he made no bones about fucking his newest little mare.
She watched as the goat moved forward, sitting down in the corner and watching with a smirk, a moment before his hand went down to pull his overalls down and a thin, blood red, boned cock leapt out of his sheath. The musky goat scent overpowering the donkey as he started to work his own girth with his finger tips, squeezing at the base and working upwards until pearly drops of precum rolled down. Grinning as she watched with horror, "Ahh don't worry, gal, Ah'll take my turn later, save m'self fer ya. Ya seem a hungry filly." He drawled out just as the jack slammed forward again and her curses were lost in a squeal as the medial ring shoved up against her folds.
She felt herself spreading open, his tip stabbing bruisingly deep inside of her before the hips yanked backwards and pulled back, the dark shaft gleaming wetly with her juices that kept being worked out of her passage. The thrust forward suddenly erupted in a lewd squelchign sound as the precum and her arousal mixed together, pushing up along his cock and being sluiced off until it dribbled down her thigh, her cunny achingly full as he started to fuck her. The teeth tugging at the back of her neck to hold her still, bruising the skin under her delicate neck as each thrust squeezed another few inches into her. The aching feel being replaced with something worse, she struggled to hold onto the pain as the medial ring was pulling over her g-spot. Stroking over it, she had no idea how to deal, the pleasure nothing like stroking herself off while she was male. Her teeth clenched together until a moan spilled out from between her lips, whimpering slightly. her walls clamped down tightly around the invader, squeezing him and pulling around the feral girth almost eagerly, massaging and winking around the base of him so he could feel each squeezing grip.
The goat was still in front of her, his hand lazily pumping that thick precum out and his smile broadening when she moaned making her try to squeeze her eyes shut to not see that smug grin. her hips rocking under the donkey's as the next thrust drove the crown right against her cervix and ground himself up on her, pushing against that opening as if he intended to tear through it until he pulled backwards again. She didn't even hear the goat move as something slimy and musky scented suddenly worked over her muzzle, the thick nasty scent of the goat flooding her muzzle adn she opened her eyes to snap at him. The thick fingered hand smearing his precum on her muzzle before he settled down again. Her tongue darted out, licking over her lips automatically and wrinkling her nose at the bitter slime that greeted her tongue.
"Don't ya worry, darlin', Ah'll start ya trainin' on that later." The goat bleated promisingly.
The jack suddeny slammed his hips down, growing harder, the tip prying at that tight bottle neck opening until the pony's legs started trying to kick back. Her mind fogged with pheromones of male, thick male musk and precum on her muzzle adn the scent of the jack on her back. The mingled wetness gathering along her outer folds frothing from the constant thrusts, the squelching noises ringing in her own ears. She pinned them down, trying not to think as the pleasure started to build inside of her, working up from her lower belly as the tip kept slamming against her cervix in that demanding fashion feeling as if he were punching her. That first shuddering wave hit her like a shock, her eyes clenched shut as she squealed out a sound of pleasure and her walls begain to work in contractions around his cock, her straining cunny milking and squeezing in pulses that ran in time with her pounding heartbeat. Her own cream forming around him as he slammed his hips forward braying out and clenching his teeth against her neck until the pain blended with pleasure.
The heavy tip pierced through her cervix, his cock invading her womb itself as it started to flare open rapidly, enough so when he pulled back she squealed a protest as he was locked in her womb and her legs tried to kick back against him. His warm large balls tumbled against her inner thighs as he worked in a rapid series of thrusts before his ropey tail jerked up and his balls wrinkled up in their sac before she felt the first pulse run along his shaft until her erupted inside of her. The urethra pushing out as the thick cream sprayed out in a geyser that flooded her smaller body. The mares head dropping and her ears splaying as another pulse flooded inside of her, feeling the way the semen pooled deep inside of her, quickly overfilling the mares belly, straining it into a small paunch.
The jacks cock just kept giving her what her body wanted, her inner walls working in slow rippling motions as she felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach through her pleasure, her hips giving little bucks. What if this was it, was his sperm already rushing to overfill her womb and make sure she'd end up waddling fat with a mule?! Another thrust of his hips before he settled dow and with none of the nicities of another creature suddenly started pulling back making her groan out a sound of protest, the still flared tip tugging against her cervix until she shuddered and squealed. Watching the goat grin a little from his position rubbing the dark red shaft as the body started to slide from her back.
As a final humiliation the flared tip dragged forcefully from her body and popped out, her overfilled body suddenly relieved itself in a thick rush of seed that splattered out between her thighs. Decorating her dark fur in white smears as the slime oozed out from between her plump outer folds that were still spread from taking the donkey's girth and dribbled onto the haybale, for a moment a thick strand joined her to the tip of the swaying softening shaft before it was broken and she splayed her ears. Trembling in the aftershocks of her own pleasure before the goats voice rasped into her ears again.
"Aww don't worry darlin', he's gonna be servicin' ya all day. Just let 'em get some rest." The scuff of hooves and her head turned, her neck aching from the bite to see the jutting red shaft and the goat gripping his base. A sinners smile on his face, "Now ya don't think Ah'll let ya just sit there all wantin', Dapples. After all half the fun of bein' stable hand is that the livestock can't talk an' tell stories to the master..."
A look of fear and repulsion rolled over the little mares face as the goat started to walk forward, swallowing roughly as she realized her day had just started and if the pair worked on and off...she might never even get a break until she was so spent she passed out. Even the best laid plans go awry..but none so much as this one.
(TO BE CONTINUED....?)