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"We're here, bub." The hippo driver snorted as he pulled the carriage to a stop.

John grabbed his pack from the seat next to him, and the teenaged colt smiled at the hippo. "Thanks for the ride."

The hippo shrugged, "I was just doing my job." When the Clydesdale hopped off the hippo tugged on the reins leading to the oxen and bean to trot away.

John looked up at the city before him. The tall battle worn stone walls dominated the landscape as they wrapped around the city inside. In the distance the colt could just make out the peak of castle Whitemane, which belonged to the leader of this land.

He couldn't believe he was finally here, he'd dreamed about it since he was a kid. He swore one day before he was married, he'd step out into the world and see all of the great horse holds before settling down with his arranged wife. The city of Grendle was just the first stop on his journey. After this he'd be in Mareth, Vontage, and Kethlen, before finally heading home to his bride to be and making colts of his own. 

He almost galloped as he walked up to the front gate, lifting his head upward to get a good view of just how massive the walls were. He'd never seen something so big before, he never had anything like that in his village. He went to pass through the main gate, when two warhorses, dressed in battle ready gear came up to him, and stopped him.

"Papers?" The roan stallion asked, as he looked down at John through hide and steal helmet.

John looked up at him confused. "What?"

The older horse snorted, "Only travelers with papers and colts, who have come to be Allken, may pass."

John debated on what to do, he hadn't come all this way just to be sent home, he was going to see the city no matter what. Even if that meant lying. "Uhh... Yeah, sorry, I should have said I was here to become an 'Allken'" 

The older stallion looked down at him suspiciously, and then smiled. "All right future Allken, I'll take you to Madam Ivory's where you'll have the honor of becoming an Allken."

The other stallion piped up. "I'll get Russ to watch your post while you're gone." The other horse said as the war horse laid his spear against the wall.

"Thanks Vincent"

"No problem, Charlie." The horse took John by the shoulder, and he guided him into the city.

John looked on in awe as the inner sanctum of Grendle came into view, it was better than he could have ever imagined. Houses of all difrent sizes, shapes and colors stretched down rows that lead into the center of the city like spokes on a wagon wheel. In the center was a large marble statue of one of the great warhorses of long passed. His back faced the palace, and his front faced the main gate as if he was still carefully watching over it.

Bustling around the statue were little market stands with fresh food, travel gear, and other different goods, between the stalls trawls of people of different species and tongues all accumulated together to buy, sell, and trade their wares. In the back ground the outline of the palace looked over the whole city, as if casting a watchful eye on all that inhabited it.

As they walked John could feel the horse's three fingered hoof drifting lower, and lower, until it was cupping his rump through his tattered pants. The horse began to look at him strangely as well. He'd only ever seen that look on the older males when the women would enter heat, and it was never directed at another male. It made him uncomfortable -to say the least.

They walked through the market, working their way through the people, sliding and slipping between them as they made their way towards one of the side streets that ran between the houses. John was overwhelmed by the amount of people all moving around him, he'd only ever seen most of their species in books, and now he was surrounded by strangers faces, he was far from the little village he grew up in. 

On their way John began noticing something, something that added to his unease. Mingling with all the different species, there were gelded horses not wearing a stich of clothing, other than a collar or back pack. He could tell they were slaves, but he'd never seen so many in one place, and just of one species. He wanted to ask Charlie what was going on, but the horse made him too uncomfortable to ask questions.

A stage came into view, on it were geldings of all different ages, though, most looked like they had once been colts close to his age. A badger was selling them off to the heights bidder. John shook his head, he could only imagine the shame those was proud stallions must feel. He wondered what must of happened to them, but he guessed they must have been a war band from a neighboring land that had the misfortune of getting kidnapped.

The moved out of the city square, and down a road that lead between two paths of buildings, most of which were shops. Charlie stopped them in front of a store with a strange sign hanging above it; it looked like a horse's ass with a lifted tail. John wondered what it could mean, but again, he left it alone. They walked through its red door into a small waiting room that swirled with hookah smoke, and had bright colors dancing through it from flickering candles behind colored glass. A few stallions were waiting inside, and they gave the colt odd looks as they made their way up to the main counter where a plump elephant women was waiting for them. She wore a flimsy silk dress that hugged to her every rounded curve, and left little to the imagination. She looked up at them from the book she was reading, and smiled. "So you've brought me another future Allken, Charlie?" 

Charlie nodded, and smiled. "Yep, he's all ready to go, Madam Ivory." He looked down at the colt again, and smirked in a way that made John squirm. "Be sure to send a messenger for me when he becomes an Allken. I want to show him just what his new duties will be."

"Like always, Charlie." She said with a chuckle and a roll of her eyes. The horse nodded, and left after he gave John's ass another hard squeeze.

The elephant women walked from behind the counter, her colorful dress of blues, reds, and pinks was almost see through, making the young colt fidget as he saw her large grey breasts and the inviting slot between her legs. She walked over to the young stallion, and placed her trunk on his shoulder. "And what's your name cutie?"

He gulped, and prayed his colt hood wasn't going to embarrass him by rising to the occasion. "Umm... it's John."

She smiled caringly, like a mother would to a son. "Well John, I'm Bella Ivory, but just call me Ivory."

He nodded, "Alright miss Ivory."

"Okay, now let's get you ready for your big day tomorrow." The elephant guided him with her trunk, through a beaded curtain, and down a long  hallway lined with doors of all different colors and markings swirling over their wooden surface. Ivory stopped in front of one of them, and ushered the colt inside.

John could see a large bed, covered in red sheets, a small fire place, a dresser and night stand, and a large wooden bathtub, big enough for two full grown horses in the corner. Ivory patted the colt on the head with her trunk. "Jasper will be in here in a moment to help you prepare for tomorrow." She swatted his ass with her hand, "Enjoy tonight hun... if you don't you might regret it."

The horse whinnied at the sudden slap, and he stumbled inside. "Okay, miss Ivory."

She closed the door, and John took a seat on the bed. He couldn't believe how nice this was, he bet his whole house could fit just in this one room, and it was all his; even if it was just for a night.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. "Can I come in, John?" A soft voice from the other side asked.

"Yeah." His ears sprung up as the door opened, and his jaw nearly dropped as he saw the chubby naked gelding come into veiw.

"I'm Jasper," he said as he closed the door. "Like madam Ivory said, I'm here to get you ready for tomorrow." He turned towards John, and put his hands on his hips. "Why don't we start by having you take off your clothes?"

"What?!" John asked. "Why?"

The gelding rolled his eyes, "I can't wash you if you have your clothes on. But fine, I'll do it the hard way." The gelding stomped over to the young smaller colt, and grabbed his shirt, and lifted it off over his head. "Bleh... these are filthy. Have you been rolling in the dirt?" Jasper snorted as he pushed the colt onto his back, and with oddly skilled hoofs, yanked off his pants, leaving him naked in front of the older horse.

The colt neighed, and scooted away from the gelding as he shot his hooves down to cover himself. "Hey!" He shouted as his ears laid flat to his head, and a blush grew across his face. "Give them back!"

Jasper snorted, "No, these are going straight to the trash... besides you won't need them after tonight." Jasper walked over to the fireplace and tossed them into it, burning one of the few sets of clothes John had to his name. The gelding went over to the large bath tub in the corner of the room. He moved to its side, and slid back the door to a cabinet, used a piece of paper and charcoal to write something back. He slid the wooden panel shut again, and waited. When the tub began to fill with water, almost magically, he opened the cabinet door again, and pulled out a basket with bathing supplies.

The gelding prepared the bath, pouring in some bath salts, wetting a wash cloth, and rubbing it with soap. He looked over to the colt, and smiled. "Come on over, the water's warm."

John reluctantly stood from the bed, his hooves still covering himself as he walked over to the tub. He kept his junk hidden from view as he slid into the bath.  Jasper chuckled, and he whispered into the colt's ear. "Don't be so shy, young one. It doesn't look good on an Allken." He used the wash cloth to stroke over the nervous colt's chest, gently scrubbing away the dirt and grime he'd collected over his travels. He gently kissed and nibbled at John's neck, getting a soft moan from the younger male.

"Mmm that's it, enjoy it, and relax." He washed down the younger male's arms, and shoulders, before nosing at the back of his head. "Lean over the edge of the tub so I can get your back."

John nodded, and did as he was told. His hooves went up against the wall, and his legs spread as his orbs swung between his thighs. The gelding dipped the wash cloth in the soapy water, and rung it out over the colt's back before working lower and lower, finally until he was at his rump. "Mmm you have a cute ass, if I was still a stallion I might have to try it out."

The colt's ears laid flat to his head, and he was about to say something when he felt a soapy thick finger shove its way inside of his puckered hole. He whinnied as his taboo orifice was penetrated for the first time. "What are you doing?!" He squealed.

The gelding chuckled, "Well I'm getting you clean." The gelding began rocking his fingers in and out of that tightly clenched hole as the colt squealed above him. But panic turned to pleasure as the gelding began stroking against something deep inside of John. He let out a soft moan and his tail lifted as he began to push himself back against that invading finger, wanting to feel it stay locked inside of him. "You're going to make a good little Allken."

John wanted to ask what the gelding meant, but Jasper's stroking finger mad him forget all about it. The gelding reached down and began to fondle the colt's balls, washing them as he kept finger fucking the colt. "You've got one nice pair of colt makers, kid." The gelding said, and added such a shame in his head.

The colt's stallion hood began to rise from its sheath, and the gelding smirked. He slid his finger out of the John and had him get back in the tub. He looked up at him, with his chubby face, and took out the washcloth again. He worked it over the colt's thighs, and to his thickening teenaged member. Jasper scrubbed around the base of his sheath, before he began gently scrubbing the teen's stud stick. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around that flared head, and began to suckle on it as the soapy cloth worked its way up and down the stallion's shaft.

When that cock was pulsing, the gelding whispered into John's ear. "We better not let that go to waste. An old stallion once said, you should use it before it's gone, and I think this is one of those cases."

John panted, "B...but you're a male."

The gelding snorted, "I was a male, sweaty. Now I'm just something for stallions to use." The gelding nibbled at John's ears. "Just enjoy it." Before the colt could protest any farther, the gelding climbed into the tub, and straddled the younger horse's hips. He lifted his tail, and slid that stud stick between his cheeks. Jasper held onto the John's shoulder, as his free hoof moved back, and guided the colt's flared head to his puckered hole.

Jasper grinned as he moved his hips down, letting that colt's shaft slide into his skilled passage. The colt whined as he felt that new amazing warmth wrap around his shaft, it was amazing! He only hoped a mare felt just as good. His body started to take over, and he grabbed the gelding's hips, and began to slowly thrust his way in and out of that warm passage, the water sloshing around him, as he nickered into the night.

Jasper leaned in and whispered into the colt's ear. "That's it my stallion... breed your gelding. Show me just what that stud stick can do." The gelding's skilled hole clenched around John's shaft every time he would thrust in, making the colt whinny with pleasure. The eager young colt pounded that gelding's hole, groaning and grunting as sweat began to pour from his brow and water began to slosh around him.  

John's hooves began to wander over the gelding's body, feeling all his pudgy curves, exploring down to the dark red gelding's limp sheath, and finally the spot between his legs where his balls used to hang. He rubbed the old scare where his balls used to hang, holding his fingers there for a moment, feeling his stud stick slide in and out of the older horse. "How did it happen?"

The older horse chuckled, and ran a hoof through the smaller horse's mane. "My father owed Madam Ivory a lot of money, and I was the payment. She wanted to keep me in line, so she decided this would be better than keeping a randy stallion around. And besides, at the time I was around your age, and she always gets more money from young little geldings that older men can come in and fuck."

The gelding reached out, and grinned as he squeezed the colt's big balls. "But I'd rather not talk about it, I have a lot more to show you tonight, and I want to make sure this is a night you never forget."

John nodded, and he had the gelding shift his position so that he could mount him like a mare. He pounded into that gelding's warm tight ass, his young colt makes slapping into the horse's ear, and hitting the spot between his thighs where his balls used to be. John had to admit there was something powerful about screwing a gelding. It was hot knowing he was taking something that used to be a powerful male that chased after fillies like he did, and now all he was good for was being mounted like one.

The younger horse's ear's laid back, and with a whinny he slammed his stud stick into the gelding's hot ass, and began to pump his potent seed inside of him. John felt the gelding shiver as weak gelding orgasm ran through him, leaving a dribbled of clear fluid on the side of the tub. Not long after they moved to the bed, and John got to use the gelding in every way he had to offer.   

**

The next morning the two horses took another quick bath to wash of the mess from the last night, and Jasper was drying off the colt when a knock came from the door. Before either one of them could answer Madam Ivory walked in, wearing a dress just as reveling as the last one. "Is he ready?"

Jasper nodded, and he gave the colt's balls a little squeeze. "As he'll ever be."

"Alright then, let's go colt." Said the elephant women as she held the door open.

"Don't I need clothes?" John asked.

Ivory laughed, and shook her head. "Silly colt, you won't need any."

"Good luck," Jasper whispered into the younger horse's ear.

John wondered for what, but he'd kept up his ruse this long, he'd better not let them find out he was lying. He reluctantly followed her into the front room, where she bound his hooves behind his back, and a strange bridle, that kept his mouth shut around a metal rod that stuck between its leather joints. The Clydesdale began to panic. This all felt so wrong. What had he gotten in to?

John felt a hoof rest on his shoulder, and he heard Jasper whisper into his ear. "It'll be over soon, just don't try and fight it, you've made your choice to become an Allken, and now you have to stick with it no matter what."

The colt wasn't sure what Jasper meant by that, but having him there did make him feel a little better. That feeling, however, disappeared when Madam Ivory opened the front door, and began to walk him down the street, naked, with Jasper in tow.

They walked through crowds of people, who snickered and pointed, while some just shook their heads or grinned. John wished to be anywhere but here right now. Why were they doing this? What did this have to do with being an "Allken"? If only he knew what the damn word meant.

They eventually came to a large outdoor temple, with a long waist high table that had three colts his age strapped to it. They were bent over it, their arms tied behind their backs, and large leather straps keeping their legs apart and their stomachs flat against the table. Their balls dangled free from between their thighs as a crowd gathered to watch whatever was about to happen.  

A bear wearing a brown robe walked out, and he smiled at the crowed as he stood in front of the naked colts. "As you may know," He said addressing the crowd. "Allken was a title given to the captured colts captured from other Holds all around our land. The first great general of Grendle knew it was wrong to just kill these colts for their father's sins, so he came up with a more humane option for them and a bonus for his troops. He knew they couldn't be allowed to grow into adult males and one day breed and build a new army to fight against their captors and he knew his men were worn and needy. They had spent months if not years on their military campaigns, with little more than their hoof to keep them warm. So he decided to turn these colts into "Allken", meaning pleaser of males, he knew most of the men wouldn't take kindly to the thought of laying with another male, but he knew they wouldn't mind screwing something that wasn't a male. So he ordered that from then on the captured colts were to be castrated and made into gelding companions for his men, and thus making them into "Allken"."

John couldn't believe what he'd just heard... they wouldn't... they couldn't... "After the war men came home with their Allken, and many a young stallion grew up with one in their house with a gelding that would cook and clean for them, and one day lift their tail and be their practice mares. So when they had children of their own, they wanted them to have the same pleasure. The great wars had been long over, so they knew they had to get Allken from other means. Some were slaves, some had depths to pay, and others volunteered for the privilege. Today we bring in for more into that position. Each one of these colts will be leaving their colt makers behind, and become one of the Allken."

The bear pulled a small knife from a sheath at his side, and placed a bowl on the table between John's head and the colt next to him.  John began to struggle in his bonds, this was a mistake! He was going to be married; he needed those to make colts of his own. They couldn't do this. The horse could only watched as the bear moved behind the table, out of site from John, and he heard a high pitched muffled whinny, and then he saw two large pink orbs fall into the bowl next to his head.

No!  John screamed in his head, trying anything to break free from his bonds, but they kept him almost perfectly still. Two more pink orbs joined the bowl. Tears began to run down the colts face, he was trapped, he was about to become a gelding, something for real males to use, just like Jasper had said. He was going to be a slave to be bought, sold, and used as someone pleased. Two more orbs hit the bowl, and then the colt felt a pair of warm wet paws cup his nuts.

He felt the bear work down his nuts into the bottom of his sac, the first slice across his left nut, his right, and then a finger slide into his sac to fish out his orbs. He felt them swing between his legs for a moment, the only thing covering his most prized organs was the wind. The bear pulled his nuts painfully tight, he felt scraping against the left cord that held his nut attached to his body, and then he felt it snap off, and he saw his left night flump into the bowl near his head, followed shortly by his right...

**

John rubbed the scare where his nuts had hung a few weeks before. He sighed as he rubbed at his sheath, not expecting his cock to rise, but wishing it would. He heard a bell ring in his room, and his heart thumped as he knew his first costumer was coming. He got down off the bed, leaned over it, and spread his legs, letting the stallion see his ass and his balless state. He heard the door open, and close, and then the shifting of clothes. He knew to lay on the bed until the client instructed otherwise, not even looking unless he was told to.

He felt hooves grip his ass, spread his butt cheeks, and someone's large stallionhood grind between them. A horse whinnied. "Damn kid, this ass is even better then I remember! It's gotten nice and fat like a mares, just how I like it."

John knew that voice the second he heard it, it was the guard that had brought him to Ivory's in the first place, the one that had sent him down this path he was walking. He knew he should be angry, he should say something, but all he could do is whinny as that stallion thrust inside of his tight puckered hole. It was painful at first, but soon he was groan into the bed sheets as that stud stick hit the one place of pleasure he had left.

He let those thoughts fade, he was an Allken now, he was a pleaser of males, not a male. And this was his place now, under a stallion that would rut him.