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I watched them by the light of multiple bonfires. The flickering orange light seemed to conceal as much as it revealed, but it was enough. I could barely believe my eyes, but by now I felt I had to. And yet I could not accept that it was real.

They were capering like wild creatures, the noise and boisterous sounds like an earthquake of sounds. Unfamiliar sounds, yet familiar; neighs, whinnies, nickers, strange horselike sounds and yet imbued with meaning it seemed. They were all massive and all apparently at ease now. Of course, there was no reason for them not to be, they had won.

They had won. That was the worst of all.

Our cohort had been left to guard the small camp by the river. The bulk of the legions had gone ahead to deal with the unknown threat, the terror that existed more as rumour than reality. Manius had been in command, a well respected and decorated military man. Manius Aquilias…the name made my face blush. We had been so close, so close to joining. He wanted me, I could tell, his heated stares and the scent of his cock so pungent, but he was a good soldier and a better commander. He would not take one of his own Centurions. He had a job to do.

With three legions of veterans, he believed could take the world. He told me as much when we kissed, and teased, almost but not quite giving into our desires. The most he would do was grip my hardness, feasting his senses on me as he brought me to climax and then let me do the same. A sharing of brotherly love, no more.

We had watched them march off, confident of ultimate victory, and I had felt the absence. The cohort of mostly raw recruits I was part of could continue their work of drill and more drill, preparing to act as replacements if necessary, but it never occurred that we could find ourselves under attack. I was known as one of the army’s best trainers, which was why I was left with a bunch of mother’s boys when the rest marched to conquer the barbarians. They knew I would have them ready.

Then the day had come, and our little camp with it’s inadequate wooden ramparts had been surrounded and we had first laid eyes on the rumour. It seemed the rumour had barely done them justice.

I had watched from the tower with a growing sense of panic as our Tribune, Gaius Dolabella, had stood beside me. The sight had unmanned him utterly; I caught the scent of urine, the unmistakable tang of it, as he pissed himself and shook. They were like a horde of demons straight from hell.

Horses. That was the best description. Or horsemen. Horses who stood upright, some over seven feet, who moved as men on their hind hooves, with muscled chests covered in armor and wearing loincloths over groins concealing who knew what. Horsemen with massive thighs and arms, chests bursting with muscle, and manes and tails carefully braided as if by a lover and tied with captured spoil. I saw some cloth flying from one great stallion, a huge heavy brute with chestnut coat, and realised it came from a cohort’s standard. That was when I too knew fear.

When three of their number came to the front, I could not help but gasp in spite of my attempt at control. They were holding the eagles, shining in gold, the massive emblems seeming small in their arms. All of us knew what it meant though, even though it was hard to comprehend. We were alone.

One of their number came forward and stood alone, his mane blowing sideways in the wind. He had deep blue eyes, and a look of profound sadness on his face it seemed. He opened his muzzle and to my utter astonishment he spoke perfect latin.

“You will surrender or die. If you surrender, you will be allowed to live. If not…”

I had conferred with the senior cohort centurion, a worthy man with many seasons experience called Memmius. We were formulating our response when the Tribune came out of his trance of fear and shouted.

“Fight…are you mad?”

We looked at him dumbfounded. We were Rome; there was no alternative.

“Sir, we have no choice…”

“Silence! Am I not in command?”

“Technically sir but…”

“Technically be damned. I am in command, it is my decision, and I say we surrender!”

He could not be talked out of his decision, even by the combined weight of all of his centurions. Memmius was pulling his hair out in frustration, and I just swore silently. The men were restless enough as it was, the young conscripts barely able to hold their swords. They knew how to die though; it was a Roman’s duty.

It appeared we were to be spared that duty, but what we would find instead…

I could see Memmius wanting to smash the young Tribune’s head in, but I restrained him. As disgusting as it was to contemplate surrender, to do what he was intending was worse. I had to admit I was tempted too. Our Tribune was like all of them, young scion of a Patrician family with more money and history than brains or courage. He was in command because that was how the system worked; what made it work was the fact that the junior military Tribunes normally had the sense to keep their mouths shut and listen to the professionals. Dolabella had lost his head, and lost his sense of propriety too. We had to live with it.

Obedience to Rome was also a very Roman virtue.

This night though I found it hard to find any Roman virtues left. The horde of enemy horsemen, about two legions strong, had camped around our little fort once we opened our doors and came out under a flag of truce. They were celebrating, it seemed, just as we did, with food, with wine captured from the baggage train, and judging by the squeals and whinnies, their warriors were celebrating with some fierce mating with their females. I could see them occasionally in the light from a fire, a wild animal coupling, the stallion from behind, his body over the mare, thrusting like a catapult firing into a fortress. They were not like their feral kind though; I had never known a stallion to last more than a minute, but these ones seemed to go on and on like machines.

The scent of it was everywhere too, the scent of fucking. Amongst the cries and the horse noises I could smell it, sweat and musk and cum, and it filled my nose and made my head spin. It also had other effects, as much as I hated it. My cock swelled, reaching a position pointing straight ahead even as I willed it to subside.

Of course, the reason I was so vulnerable was part of what made me fearful now, and curse Dolabella with every swearword under the stars. As they herded us together, all five hundred legionaries, they had looks us over with eyes that blazed. I had seen several of them staring at me, nudging each other, until finally one of them came and clapped his big hand on my shoulder.

I had looked at my commander, and the useless Tribune, but they merely shrugged their shoulders. I had gone with the horsemen then, cut off from my fellow Romans.

My fear had only grown as I was led to my fate. The horsemen had rammed two thick wooden posts into the ground, about a yard apart. I was led to them, and saw too late the iron shining in the late afternoon sun. Manacles at the top and bottom, and before I could fight it, four of their number took me and tied me to the posts, arms and legs spread, standing under the last gasp of day as my fellows watched in shock but also no doubt thankful it wasn’t them.

My uniform was cut off, the pieces removed like a second skin. My fellows suffered the same fate I saw, huddled together surrounded by our enemies. As night came and fires sprang up, I saw them shivering in the evening cold, and under the increasingly heated stares of their captors.

Fear should have robbed me of the capacity, but as the breeze caressed my skin, and the scents and sounds of animals fucking came to my ears, I hardened to full erection, my face red with shame to match my hair. I had golden red curls like fire, green eyes that I was told sparkled like emeralds, and a dusting of freckles on my cheeks. I had been called the most beautiful man they had seen by many a lover, all male, and a part of me felt being displayed like this my due. Only a part though.

The throb of hunger caught me off guard, not hunger for food, hunger for other things. My cock slapped my hard abdomen, and I groaned at the feel of my purple head against taut skin.

“Welcome Rutilius Rufus…Rufus the red, how apt.”

The voice was in my head. It sounded clear as night, and yet somehow I knew it had not come through my ears. I tried to turn to find the source, as nobody in my field of vision seemed to be addressing me.

“Who…who are you?”

There was a laugh.

“You will see soon enough Rufus. For now, it is I who wants to see you. You are right, by the way. You have been selected for your beauty. Indeed, you are the most beautiful of your number, though older than most of your companions. A cohort of striplings, not worthy of your death I think Centurion. Still boys mostly, and never to become soldiers now. But you my beautiful one…ahhh, something very different.”

The voice went through me like a spear. I shook, and my cock, already nobly proportioned, seemed to swell to new heights in response to the voice. I struggled against the bonds, my body taut like a bowstring.

I felt hot breath on my neck, a steady huff of warmth like honey. It trickled down my chest, and over a nipple. The nub hardened, pink and angry, the brown areola forming goosebumps and contracting, a little circle of red hairs round my nub standing out and tingling. I moaned.

“You are perhaps the most beautiful one of your kind I have found, human. It would have been worth taking your puny fort just to have you.”

Human. Human. Homo est…and what are you, oh voice of terror?

“What are you? What…”

The laughter was back, and the breath. It tickled the nape of my neck, and then I felt something warm and wet. A tongue, and from my experience, a horse tongue.

“Ohhhhh…”

It slid across my shoulder blades, seemingly tasting me. Then it followed the line of my spine, down, inexorably down, and found the hollow of my spine, and then the soft sensitive spot where my ass began. I had a little patch of red-brown hairs there, often noted by my partners. Many had licked, and fondled, but this was…disturbing. A cascade of hot breath and liquid fire that touched me at that spot, just where my cheeks spread at the top of my ass, and the breath and the liquid dripped down my cleft over my hole.

When it touched my hole I moaned, and my cock shot a droplet of clear precum. The veins stood out like bands of steel, and my cock head pulsed an angry deep purple. I could see my piss slit open wide, like the mouth of a baby bird it begged for sustenance.

“So beautiful…how many have sampled these delights Rufus?”

I gasped. “N…none…”

My inquisitor gave a nicker, and I felt a burn on my rear. Sharp pain, right on my left ass cheek, like fire that quelled to a dull ache. I had been bitten.

“Do not lie to me again human. Besides, I know the answer…”

The sensation was the strangest of my life. There was a presence inside my mind, one I could not place, but who could see anything it wanted. It led my consciousness around like touring a palace, and it pointed and I felt it laugh in triumph.

“I would have been happy to see that great male take you colt…and smell your seed…”

I stood on the rough earth of the command building. My time as a cadet was coming to an end; I was to be posted to a legion soon. The other trainees like me were safely in their tents, but not me. I had been summoned.

The camp commander had been watching me ever since I came. His words of encouragement and challenge were a constant companion. A huge man, of about forty, his thick torso and broad chest and hips made him seem like a tree trunk. A giant out of legends. I wanted his approval, more than life itself.

I had known the rough end of his tongue often, and on occasions, the rough end of his hand, or a whip. He had marked me with welts just the previous day for slacking off on a march, the whip rising and falling as he seemed to caress my rear with his instrument of correction. When he told me to go, he watched me like this, with eyes of fire.

Now I stood on the gravel of the main assembly room, and waited for orders. I was naked as ordered, my body still even in the cold. I had willed myself to it, determined to show no weakness. Sweat dripped from my naked flesh, after a hard forced march, and my muscles ached. Still I waited.

He circled me like a hunter stalking a deer. I felt his gaze, and the heat washed over me. Unbidden, my cock responded, he head pushing out from under my foreskin, the tip swelling and darkening, the shaft thick and ridged. At seventeen it stood straight up and proud, nestled against a hip with a small patch of deep red pubes above and a dusting of the same on my heavy scrotum. I knew how good it felt to touch, to pleasure, to draw my own shattering ending with my hand. Now I felt his eyes caress me and it felt like fire on my skin.

My cock glistened in the light of the oil lamps, and I felt drops of precum ooze from the tip to coat my head. I let out a soft moan, and without meaning, caught his eye.

His hands moved like lightening, and a whip came down on my rear. I yelped and averted my eyes again.

“Better…much better. I know what you want lad. I can smell it on you…and your undisciplined cock just confirmed it. You know your destiny cadet…”

I felt him suddenly behind me, the touch of his hands on the welts covering my ass. He ran fingertips along each line, making me quake. My cock spurted a line of pre, that dripped to the sand like a spiders web.

I heard the thud of his armoured cuirass hitting the dirt.

“Bend forward cadet…”

Unsure how I knew what to do, I complied anyway. I bent at the waist, my hands on my thighs, and gasped for breath.

His touch on my hole was like the sting of a scorpion, agony of sensation. He spread me with fingers wet with spit and oil, taken from a lamp. My anus cried out for more, and for enough, and I cried out with it. He clamped a hand over my mouth and kissed my neck.

“So beautiful…”

His cock lanced into me like a sword thrust. I bit his hand and screamed, and my body almost gave way, but I held my position as he drove his thick member into my guts. It felt enormous, shaming mere mortals, shaming stallions even. It drove in and spread me so wide and so completely I could barely breathe.

I moaned, and farted, and the oil slithered as he punched into me over and over. My cock swayed, and the tip swelled further, and I cried and I begged and I pushed back to take more if that were possible.

My climax was like a fountain in a rich mans villa, a constant stream that went on and on. I felt the power of his thrust build and his hands gripped my shoulders and he pulled me back against his chest and belly just as he had his own ending and I felt my raw tunnel filled with heat.

He pulled out, breathing hard, and stepped back. I heard the whip sing, striking my shoulders, my back, my flanks, my thighs, everywhere but my already abused ass.

Then he flicked it into the cleft of my rear and I screamed, and I shot again, another offering to the gods lost in the sand.

“Welcome soldier. You are one of us now.”

And from that day I was, in all ways.

The tongue was back, lapping at the skin of my rump. Right where the whip had struck, from memory, though my rear had filled and grown since then. From lean youth, I was now a fully grown male, broad of chest and hips, with a full tight rear from the constant marching of our trade. Though not as big as my trainer, I was not far behind his size now.

“I see everything you see colt. Your lust, your need. Your hunger…”

“Who are you!”

“Nemesis Roman…nemesis.”

Figures came into view now, at least I had an opponent I could see. The leader was the stallion who had spoken to us standing before the fort, his body even more impressive up close. He had removed his armor, wearing only a loincloth now, the middle bulging ominously. His chestnut coat glistened with sweat, and his chest was broader even than I could fathom. His chest muscles stood out like twin plates of armor, and his abdominals marched down to a belt holding a dagger and a patch of coarse dark hair sprouting from his groin to surround his navel and run up his chest to a forest between his pecs. I watched him, entranced, a specimen of perfection even as alien as he was.

“It is well that you like him human. He has a gift for you.”

The stallion held a bowl, filled with a thick white liquid. I sniffed, and my nose filled with the acrid scent of sex. I struggled against my bonds, but it was futile.

“A gift from me little one…to get you ready.”

My nose was pinched, and the bowl held to my mouth. I fought it until my chest burned and then I gulped.

The acrid liquid coursed down my throat. It burned too, honey sweet, stinging like flame. My vision blurred and I screamed, and more poured down my throat.

The fire lit in my gut, and throbbed. The burning spread along my limbs, arms and legs tingling, and then it lanced along my cock. I sprang to new heights that shocked me to the core, a good foot long now, the tip like an apple swelling in the night air. My balls churned, and my nipples swelled to twin steel spikes bathed in need. Each red hair running from my chest to my groin stood out and tingled. I moaned, and my ass spread wide, my pucker straining for an invisible bounty I craved.

“Yes little one…welcome…like the big male said after he took you your first time…welcome…”

“No!” I screamed it, though I knew not why. My men watched, fascinated, appalled, and one at least I could now scent his hunger too. I knew which one.

The lips caressed my shoulder, and bit. I screamed.

I had a very Roman fascination with getting clean. Every chance I had to use a proper baths, I took, and now on the march we had come to a proper town with real civilisation. We stopped in marching order, and pitched a camp, but after it was done we were allowed to go into the town in centuries.

I took mine into the town and gave them their heads. Most gratefully found the nearest brothel and spent their modest supply of coin in frenzied release. I headed for the baths, and the solace of warm water soothing my hurts.

It appeared I was not to be alone though. Cassius, a young ranker from my cohort. An obedient and cheerful lad of eighteen, a farmer’s son from Arpinum, and now a long way from home. He was there before me, and he blushed as I entered.

“Hail Centurion…”

“Call me Rufus lad.”

We had ended up washing each other. I ran fingers over his lean flesh, into his long black hair, and then greatly daring into the patch of curly hairs above his growing penis. He stiffened to a delectable seven inches of hard thin erection under my touch, his eyes closed in forbidden pleasures, and I slid my hand between his legs and cupped his scrotum as my other hand explored his crevice with a liberal coating of oil.

I sat him on the edge of the pool in a private room and entered his well spread hole gently. He had his eyes open now, all right, locked on mine as I fucked him with slow rhythmic jerks of my hips. Deeper, ever deeper, until on one thrust I kissed that place inside him and he bit my shoulder in his surprised pleasure and his muscles tensed and stood out like a statue.

Laid back on the tiles, his well-formed legs over my shoulders, I fucked him harder and harder, a hand on his length drawing climaxes from his depths that made him squeal. His chest and belly were coated with his own thick offering when I finally could stand it no more and I grunted and roared in my own ending and seeded his hole with Centurion spunk.

Pulling him back into the warm water, I played with him, stroking his cock and touching him everywhere. He reached for me, and I let him run his own fingers between my cheeks. He felt for my hole, greatly daring.

“If you think you can take that rampart, soldier, you are braver than you look.”

His brown eyes sparkled. We wrestled, as I had taught him on the parade ground. He lost, but he gave me a good fight.

I sat on the edge of the pool with his ass draped over my knee and administered a rough and deliberate spanking with birch twigs left to open the pores of bathers. They proved more than adequate for my task, putting a cocky young ranker back in his place. He was moaning by the time I had reduced them to sticks, and resorted to my hand, slapping his pert cheeks over and over until they glowed, then rubbing his cleft to find his hole open wide and dripping my seed.

Making him stand and brace himself on the edge, I took him from behind, like my first lover had done to me. And like him, I made the lad cum, a gasp of shock and pleasure as he sprayed the tiles with his load and I hilted in his depths. He was mine now…always and completely mine…

“No colt…not always yours. Just as you were not always the one for your first love…”

The stallion in front of me looked into my eyes and smiled. The voice in my head broke into the cupboards of my sexual desires and pilfered everything there was to take, every fuck, every need, every want. The stallion nodded, and he bent forward to take my nipple in his muzzle. Lips closed on my sensitive flesh and sucked.

I screamed. It was too much. Two more stallions, one with white coat, one grey, joined us. The white stallion attached himself to my other nipple and lit a matching fire across my chest. My breath came in shuddering gasps. Then the grey dropped to his knees and sniffed my groin. Soft nostrils nuzzled the base of my cock, and then my balls, heavy with unspent seed. A tongue extended and licked with luxurious languor along the base of my scrotum.

“Demons…I ache…please…”

I felt it in my depths, the need. The base of my cock throbbed, and I spurted a constant line of clear excitement. The stallions kept on with their games.

“Watch now human.”

Warriors suddenly went into the little group of Roman soldiers and pulled out one of their number. I recognised the one; black hair, brown eyes, hunger and fear on his face.

“No…NO!”

Three great stallions pulled him over to a flat piece of earth right I front of me. One held his shoulders on the ground, the other pulled his legs wide, the third dropped his loincloth to reveal a magnificent and terrifying sight, a full stallion erection pink and black mottled with a flare already wide and swaying and a piss slit so big I could lose my thumb in it.

“NO I say…NO!”

The leader, or so it seemed, was a tall black coated stallion, like an Arabian. He bent to my lover and used his muzzle on the soldier’s ass, licking, nibbling, and as I watched tonguing his hole wide as the lad screamed and thrashed about to no avail. Then he knelt between his legs, holding one while his fellow held the other, and pressed his fleshy head to the sweetest pucker I had ever taken.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

He drove in to the hilt in one thrust, splitting Cassius wide. Massive muscles worked, hips rolling, ass clenching, back taut, as the stallion fucked my boy. I could feel it too, I realised, feel the progress of that cock inside him, inside me. My body ached, and I groaned. The tingle became a deep horrible ache of need.

“Ahhh yessssss….watch my stud fuck your boy…looks so good doesn’t it colt?”

“No! Stop it…stop it…”

“You feel it human. I know you feel it, and I know you like it…”

I watched, aroused beyond hope, as the three stallions with me sucked and licked my body, over my chest, my flanks, my cock, my balls, my thighs, my belly. I was coated in stallion spit, every nerve firing, my cock pained in the extreme, and I felt the progress of a stallion into my love and wished him to fuck harder and harder without mercy.

The stallion suddenly gave a huge whinny, and his body strained, and his nostrils flared and his muzzle opened wide and he showed his teeth. His tail flagged wildly, and I felt the course of his cum filling my lover’s hole. It felt like honey, and I bathed in it, wanting more. My cock slapped my belly over and over, and then I locked eyes with my Cassius and saw his hurt.

The stallion on his knees sucked my scrotum into his wide muzzle entire. I felt him squeezing, the sensation indescribable. As I watched, and Cassius watched me, I saw the first stallion pull out, his long cock sticky and dripping fluid, to be replaced by the white coated stud. A second cock pressed to a pained pucker, and a stallion slammed his hips into his victim.

I watched my boy convulsed with pain, and I shot, spraying the dust with the biggest cum of my life. I felt his ass split and torn, and it pushed me over the edge, and it pushed him over the edge. He sobbed as the rape continued, and I tasted it all.

As did the presence behind me. It laughed in my mind.

“He will be good for my stallions. His hole will never be the same though…”

“Monster! What are you? Show yourself?”

I heard a nicker, and then a pause. There was a grunt, and teeth gripped my ass again, threatening to bite, but he stopped.

“I think it is time for you colt.”

I heard the sound of hooves, and the three studs before me backed off in respectful silence.

I gasped, unable to speak.

It was the most beautiful thing I had seen. A horse, on four hooves, with gleaming silver white coat, long flowing mane of purest white, a short beard like a goats, a horn like some sea creature, and a tail high and proud. I had heard the tales, and the rumours, but it was another thing to find a creature out of children’s tales suddenly in front of me. A unicorn.

“Hail and well met Rutilius Rufus. It is time for you to join us completely.”

I was suddenly seized by the three stallions, who pulled me not gently to a bench. It was carved in some rich dark wood with stallion heads in relief, and it served as a place of unquiet rest for me. I was bent over it, my lags and wrists freshly shackled, my ass in the air, and my cock pointing to the earth still leaking. I ached inside, my ass throbbing, and I felt the impending horror like a physical thing.

My fellow soldiers would see it, as would the enemy. They all looked now, the stallions in anticipation, many now openly sporting erections they fingered without shame. The scent of stallion cum was thick.

My men watched in growing horror, and fear. Cassius’s screams had stopped as he took a second load, and he lay in the dirt sobbing. The rest looked at him, and at me, and waited their own fates.

I felt the warmth at my rear again, this time nudging my cleft, spreading me. The big stallion, the leader, was there too, and he rubbed the liquid from the bowl I had drunk from earlier on my cleft, the touch making me cry out and my anus spread like a rose. Thick fingers probed, spread, wounded. I was spread wide, slicked, and stretched. I knew what was to come.

With a great whinny of triumph the unicorn mounted me. I felt his bulk on me, crushing, forcing the breath from my lungs. His mammoth organ slapped my scrotum, then pressed against my taint, and then touched my hole. I felt the incredible heat of his flare, the bulk, the power.

There was a scream that shattered mountains, shattered the sky. I realised it was mine.

He took me like a mare in heat, my poor opening trying to spread to take him. I felt the penetration, deeper than I knew possible, even after my lover had used his fist on me on the day I graduated to the ranks. This was worse, more painful, more troubling, and yet I found myself wanting it too, wanting it with every part of me.

His tongue lapped at my tears, and he whispered in my soul.

“Welcome stallion…welcome…”

Molten heat invaded my torn tunnel. I felt every drop as it sparked a fire inside me, through me, around me. A singing noise began in my head, in my ears, in my heart and threatened to shake me to pieces.

I felt the long painful sticky withdrawl as the unicorn dismounted. His essence dripped from my ruined ass, coating the back of my scrotum and falling to the dust. I heard the cries and curses from my men, and fresh sobs from Cassius my lover.

Then the cries became gasps, became shouts of ‘no’, became screams.

I stood, suddenly whole again, stronger than ever before, to stare into the unicorn’s eyes. I let out a whinny, and a nicker, and stomped my hoof.

Hoof…

My eyes studied the wonder in detail. I had become one of them now, with a coat of red/brown mixed with white, deep coloured patches down my legs to my hooves, feathering on my forearms, and I could scent a myriad of scents that told me of stallions great and strong around me and the promise of mating on and on.

My master bowed, and I bowed back.

“Welcome Firemane. A red roan…the most beautiful I have seen. How do you like your new body?”

I turned to the great stallion beside me, the leader. We nuzzled, testing our strength, and I bent to sniff his groin. His cock stood out, potent and ready, as did mine…now long, thick, and horselike. My flare fascinated me. It fascinated my companion too, as he reached for it and rubbed his hand over my tip and drew nickers and cries that I knew now signalled desire. Desire for the joys of stallions.

“Welcome Rutilius Rufus…you have come a long way lad.”

I gave a sudden start, and a whinny of belonging.

“Manius…Manius Aquilias?”

My former commander nodded, now smiling, as he rubbed my shaft just under the flare.

“Many of my men, your former comrades are here stallion. Our number grows…and you are our latest. I wanted you before. Now I need you Centurion…and stallion.”

His muzzle found mine, and we kissed wildly and hungrily. I was about to drop to all fours for him when I heard a yell.

“No! Get your hands off me! No! I am a Roman Tribune! You will die for this!”

I gave my stallion a nod and trotted to the place where my former Tribune had been hauled bodily by three horny studs. They held him down, still fighting, and I gave a nicker and a look.

“He is mine…”

The three stallions looked me over, and we exchanged the language of studs. Cocks displayed, muscles tensed, I bumped chests and was bumped. They knew I had them, and backed off. There would be a price, and my hole would gladly pay it for this chance.

Two of my companions held his arms. I took his legs. He fought, but he fought in vain.

“How does this surrender feel Tribune?”

His hole spread so beautifully, and so unwillingly. His scream made my mane tingle, and I felt him clench so tight, and I drove in harder, and harder, until my newly heavy scrotum rested on his ass and I felt the blood trickling from his torn hole on my skin. I smelt him then, and especially the drip of precum from his cock. I gave the Roman a smile, and kissed his chest.

The mating was hard, and it was good. He shot twice on my chest, a coating of shame for him, of triumph for me. When I spent my first load as a stallion inside him, I saw his blank gaze and knew he was beaten. All of them were; I knew the wisdom of my Master’s plan then, to send most of them back safe, but cowed, to spread fear through Rome with tales of massive stallions who would rape them all and break them into mares.

“At night, they will be wracked by dreams of horses inside them, and the scent of our cum will fill their nostrils. They are ours forever, if they know it or not.”

I looked up at the stud, formerly Manius, and pulled him into my arms. It sounded good. It sounded proper. The herds would triumph over them

With my tail lifted, I took him easily now. He licked my hole first, tasting the liquid essence of our master on my body. I was marked, and would be again, this time by my former commander. I ached for it so much.

His body lay over mine, muzzle on my neck, and biting softly as he rocked inside me. I gripped my cock and felt the pulses of pleasure in my flare. All around were the sounds of mating, and Romans being taken against their will, and stallions screaming out their pleasure at the feel of tight asses of young ranker soldiers to conquer. The sound behind me was different though, the sound of brotherhood, of stallions and equals. His breath caught with pleasure.

He turned my head with gentle pressure on my mane, to see my Cassius taken gently by a lean colt probably the same age as him. The colt kissed him, and he kissed back. I saw his cock dripping, release on the brink.

“Can I…can I have him too, stallion?”

I looked up at the unicorn, remote again, beautiful. He heard my mind though, and I saw those eyes turn to me and fill my mind. I also saw his organ drop, and the wide flare pulsing pink with possibility.

“A gift for you, Firemane?”

I would hold his head in my hands when he was mounted, and let him know he would be joining me. If I felt a little jealousy for the unicorn, that was just the way with stallions. Like me.