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Invasion 11: Learning Curves

Without the big presence of his owner, Jay slipped easily into the hole that the horse's body left; yawning while enjoying the lingering warmth and nicely scented fur sheddings that tickled on his skin and nose like whiskers. Oddly enough, he wasn't really tired, but it just felt right to lay there and do nothing.

He slumbered in a half-awake and half-aroused state as Pahygzes' fur stuck to his sweaty skin. Constantly, the human tried to reach out and cuddle with an absent lover while busy hooves stomped along the outside hallway as he paid little attention to the lilting musical tones of horses. After a while, he could hear mumbled conversation: a giggling mare and then the sloppy wet sounds of blatant public sex. It went on with rough banging against the door as if to mock him with the one act inhumanly possible for his weak body to perform. God how he wanted his master to fuck him! Even if it hurt or caused damage, it wouldn't be the worst fate to befall him.

Not that he could boast the same sense of smell as the equines, Jay still managed to recognize the aroma of stallion cum just as clearly as if it were fresh baked bread. Also, while he could not see "who" it was, without the accompanying mare fragrance, he knew it could only belong to Pahygzes. Immediately he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep as the giant white horse opened the door and stepped inside.

The smell of such strong seed was damning and had betrayed him: his own cock suddenly hard at the lustful little idea of helping his male lord of passion 'clean up'. Preferably a nice taste performed in joyful subservience with the tongue. "I see someone happy to see me." Declared the towering male in a teasing deep purr of a voice much like a friendly lion. "Or perhaps, some part of me best to be shared." And then he heard a muted click and just as suddenly the smell intensified. There was something hot and sticky put against his cheek as though a limp hand. But no arm could feel so delightfully hot against blushing skin, a faint salty taste of maleness crawled over onto his taut lips with a reassuring warm tickle.

He tried his best not lick at the tempting cock dribble; knowing Pahygzes was watching the whole time and would know the human faked his silly condition if he gave into his hunger and went right for it. It became a sort of predatory little game as neither wanted to relinquish control over the situation. "Sissy does not want to play with daddy's cock? He must be asleep, indeed!" The male chuckles, continuing to tap his glorious limpness on Jay's lips like a sexy gay wakeup call for sluts.

To his own credit, it was an enormous act of chastity that kept him from falling into such pleasantries too quickly. "With this prize given freely and my cutie still at rest, I wonder if he's exhausted from yesterday's lesson, or perhaps fallen into the effects of illness. Well, my sweet one. Only one way to find out." The sexy beast purred as thick hot fingers traced their way along his spine in one skittering caress and flittered through his lightly clamped buttocks down to his inner thighs, resting between them with a playful wiggle as Jay tried to hide a passionate shiver while blushing: the horse knew how to play with his buttons!

"Hah, you silly scamp! I knew you were faking. Now then, give daddy's friend a kiss, eh?" Came that same deep silky tone as the humans' eyes fluttered open in elegant abandon. He had to adjust his glance downward when he realized he was wearing the stallion's ripe toy like it were a meaty mustache smelling of an oozing aura of prurient endearing masculinity. It took a simple lift of the chin for him to enjoy the tubular confection of maleness, lips tracing at the wormy veins or nibbling on the loose skin for a moment of appreciation before he finally kissed the lovely thing; suckling the drying sexual juices and vaporous beads of rusty-sweet tasting sweat.

He was rewarded for his dutiful subservience with pats on his charmed head much like the curious little pet he truly was. "I have something planned for us. Your teacher scheduled private exercises for all students on a couple of machines taken from storage for the purpose. She called it a 'trust building exercise between mare and husband', which I agree is a useful tool. I cleared my day for this, so I hope we can have fun together." Pahygzes remarked, fingers still squirming between Jay's pressed legs and sensitive buttocks to send him into lustful fits of ecstasy. By the wording used, he knew it wouldn't be so simple a procedure as falling into the stallion's exquisite arms with a delirious need for more attention.

No doubt this lesson would be more sexual in nature, and how he welcomed sharing such an experience with his master. It was those strange little moments that meant the most to him. "Where do I sign up?" He mumbled out with a giggle, still wearing Pahygzes cock on his lip like facial hair. An impatient energy overcame him as he desperately wanted to get going, but was actually too submissive to remove his new accessory until the noble chuckling beast did so for him and slapped it lightly on his hips with floppy clownish humor while giving a twinkle of soulful compassionate blue eyes.

Jay stood up on his knees attentively as loose white fur fell from his skin as snowflakes back onto the mattress. "Soon, pretty. I swear it. But first, I need you to get used to wearing something a bit uncomfortable. It’s not a pleasant thought, but some of the younger Ehlosian males are taking owned mares against their wills. Since we both know you aren’t even READY for such ‘contact’, I had to ask around for protection and this is what a bio-technologist created for me out of some non-sentient ship alloy and a sample of the living blue slime you had a dip in the other day. It’s called a ‘plug-beast’, and when we aren’t together, I want you to wear it so that no misfortune can occur.” He found that entire notion unusual. First, his collar had been enough deterrence before. Second, what was this odd idea of using living creatures to lock down his anus? Granted, both had been up there quite a bit, but not as a sex toy to be worn!

Also, from previous experiences, he knew that refusing such measures would only cause the horse to worry about what might happen in the future. While most of his species were beasts of passion and emotion that only thought about this current moment and their bodily needs, it was Pahygzes as Supreme Commander whom found himself forced to worry about quite a bit more. “Yes, I’ll wear it.” He relented, only relieved that he wouldn’t be wearing such a nasty invasive device until the next day at the earliest. Perhaps by then, he might be able to accustom himself to the idea of having his asshole locked down like a shop on a holiday. If not, well it was hardly the worst thing he had accepted up there, anyway. “Where are we going now?” The human asked as a distraction from such troubling thoughts. By the impression of smugness on his stallion’s face, Jay knew he wouldn’t get such a diversion freely.

Instead, he got a nip on his ear and a munching wet nibble through his hair as the horse snickered, swaying his large cock side to side while singing repeatedly in a sweet teasing tone “A Secret!” Repeatedly with amusing little haughty whinnies and light curious snorts. No, he wouldn’t get a straight answer when his master acted as fun and silly as himself. “But I know my prissy pet will love it.” The equine with the lovely energetic tail and swaying loins finally promised.

Falling into the light-hearted mood, Jay batted his hands lightly at the bouncing penis like a mischievous kitten. “If you say so, beloved. Just don’t let it be too much like your eccentric idea of suprises; I don’t want to be locked in a room of your male friends with the expectation to give them all a good time.” Admittedly, that was an extreme example he knew Pahygzes would never do to him, but it was still adorable to watch the male’s shy reaction to such an accusation: as though such an idea had surely come across his thoughts at one point or another. “So, lovely god of my devotions, when do we start?” He did his best to suppress a fit of giggles as the horse had one hand on his hip while the other stroked his chin as though considering the plea seriously.

Finally a broad honest smile broke on his pink heavenly lips as he gave his sheathe a curt nod for emphasis. “You can finish cleaning me off like your dirty mind always dreamed of!” Following that statement with a crude snigger of filthy desire and losing his elegant composure in the process. Jay had certainly given that idea no little thought, as horse crotch always managed to get him in the mood to do anything.

Master deliberately teased him by resting the heavy wet sausage atop his head with a throaty giggle as he was confronted with an alcove of sweaty sweet horse stink and the erotic bolstering sight of two giant heavy swinging spheres in a wrinkled bag. Then he blushed as a jellied lump of some of that white horse seed crawled down the pink shaft’s underside like a droplet off an icicle. Thoughtless like an obedient whore, the human knew there was some unspoken command that he must drink it all up like precious water in a desert, closing his eyes and holding out his tongue as though ready to catch a snowflake. The tall horse above was chuckling, the arrogant grin that accompanied it nearly perceptible even in the eyes of his own mind. “Let me help you, cutie.” The muscled body and cock shook lightly like a branch in a gale until he felt something cold and salty splash across his tongue in a flattening splatter like a heavy half-dollar coin.

For the longest moment he hesitated to do much more than let the glob sit there and melt while the large member caused a growing warmth on the tip of his nose like rays of sun. As it rolled down along his mouth, he gagged it down quickly and awaited instruction from his sleek Adonis-like lord of erotic nobility. “Ready for more dear?” The stallion growled huskily like some sensual sexual feline predator of the jungle. Pahygzes removed his cock from Jay’s forehead only to take the slender man’s jaws in one strong white hand and gently squeeze them wide open while guiding his glans to the pouty puckered lips with the other. “Enjoy.” The second hoof went from the base of the sheathe all the way to the cock’s tip while pressing firmly along the urethra the whole way.

Jay found himself drowning in the warm drenching load of once-trapped horse seed now filling his small maw to nearly overflowing. Now with his cheeks bulging outward and his lips trickling with a few drops of the sweet gravy-like cum, the horse closed his mouth and kept a hand across it until the human swallowed. “Every bit of me, dear one.” He felt a bit sick and didn’t initially want to gulp it, as the load seemed to have very little flavor to it and felt more like mucous than anything else. It was in a fit of lingering reluctance that he managed to do what the stallion wanted by choking it down in such a sudden manner that it left his throat aching for a bit afterwards.

Stars flickered on the periphery of his eyes as the lump of horse sauce fell heavily into his belly like a stone. Master wiped the rest of the dried mess off with a towel like old paint flakes cracking off an old weathered barn. “Good enough, honeysuckle. I can tell even the leftovers are too much for you to swallow.” The admiral chuckled at his dirty comment as he changed out of the cum-stained uniform leotard and dropped it carelessly on the floor for some orderly to launder. He replaced his dress with the simpler appearance of one of those basic things that all the male Ehlosian’s seemed to adore for their ease and practicality. “You better make yourself a bit more modest, too, if you do not like showing off.” He warned, tossing Jay the cleaned thong miniskirt that now smelled strongly of Jasmine fabric softener.

As he was jumping off the bed, it gave him some serious thought: whoever had to clean all these sweaty horse thongs must be kept very busy, and maybe that was one of the reasons these equine aliens didn’t wear much in the way of clothing to begin with, but then again, they were also quite large, too. Jay slid into the skimpy thing as Pahygzes stepped halfway out the door to hold it open. “Here we are.” The human gave his owner a playful wag of his skirted butt before proceeding onwards.

Just as they were about to make a day of it, there came a black and white paint stallion who strode with arrogant certainty right toward the admiral. “So glad I caught you. One of my staff informed me that you are the only one defying the emperor’s new security policy. The only one excused from it is Pleban, who is grooming his new mare into the job’s requirements.” In the manner this new stallion dictated himself, it seemed as though he felt entitled to place obligations on his leader.

Obviously, no matter how much authority this paint thought he had, Pahygzes paid no more respect to the wasteful exercise of time put forth from this overblown idiot. “So sorry, Marshall’s Envoy Justus. I did not realize this to be a serious request within my jurisdiction from Havnor. Believe me, such a policy has the makings of a joke and I have grown tired of those already, based on dealings in the past.” His remark was only to give the other equine as much courtesy as his post demanded and no more. “I will see to your jest when it is feasible for me to do so.” He offered with a dismissive snort.

“You shall see to it now, or I will hold you in contempt. We BOTH know what misery befalls you, then, for I will succeed you as commander and have it satisfied regardless of your opposition.” And just like that, Justus was gone, leaving them in an awkward angered helpless rage. Pahygzes especially seemed menacing, which proved a surprising contrast given his usually sweet kindly nature. Jay assumed every military was plagued by such fool-minded tyrants so obsessed by rule and rote that they couldn’t notice those below them in the hierarchy of command. It seemed like bothering their superiors or subordinates with trifling shit was all they were good for. He’d seen plenty of these megalomaniacal fucks in movies, but never in person.

Due to the lecture, the white horse turned the opposite direction that he’d intended to go, leading his pet down an alternate hallway. “So be it by decree. I hope you can handle what must be done, my sweetness.” What was indicated by all this obscure language was some unusual secret that he must’ve been protected from and wouldn’t in the least enjoy. They walked in silence as Pahygzes was haunted by his own fury from the encounter. Strange such aliens had no easy way to work out their anger.

The room they eventually came to was filled with expensive technological equipment and computers he’d never be able to recognize. It turned out this was the main medical corps of the fleet as three stallions gave them a casual glance with a look up from their workstations before resuming loud typing on ugly grey terminals. A dark bluish horse swept across the floor towards them practically with a flurry of movement like he was flying, approaching the admiral with a courteous smile and flick of his mane. “What can I do for you, sir?” The door closed itself from behind just as Pahygzes pointed at some strange machine that seemed designed for gym exercise. “Ah, of course. I was wondering when you would come in, since no appointment was scheduled for the procedure.” Once Jay got a better look at the restraint straps, he began to suspect that things weren’t going to be as nice as he first assumed.

Before the human had too much chance to dwell on the horror of the contraption, his master spoke up to solve the mini mystery. “If you must know, I came at the urging of Envoy Justus.” Pahygzes offered while intentionally misnaming the other stallion’s title as a slight, also reasonably assured he’d answered all questions the head doctor might have. It seemed to satisfy the other horse, and without any need to reply, he turned to a round-bellied cabinet and pulled out some odd X-shaped implement with a blunt rounded conical tip on one end, an orange button on the other.

A thin smile came across the strange doc’s lips as he approached them with the handheld instrument. “And how should we do this? Do we use the leg-spreading stocks, or do you want to hold him down, yourself?” That confused the human, as he’d never thought the notion of getting some kind of identity tag or chip could be so serious.

Both of them were looking down at him and making him feel every bit uncomfortable, but not because of his relative size to their tall muscular bulk. “We should ask if he can stay still for the procedure, first.” Pahygzes declared as Jay noticed how neither of them were reaching out for him or forcing him to do anything. Even so, he found himself backing up, but was stopped in his nervous flight by a muscular horseman standing just behind him like a hot impenetrable wall of furry flesh.

“It does not appear he will.” The blue roan declared, finding no small amount of amusement in Jay’s skittishness. “You should grab him before he gets wise and becomes difficult. Just a suggestion, sir.” And because the request was so unbecoming for an underling to make, the admiral did his best to ignore the insult to his rank out of hand as best he could.

When nothing untoward followed such a veiled threat, the bio-technologist looked at his leader questioningly. Jay could only assume this strange horse would be overstepping the bounds of his position were he to do something to him without his master’s consent. And that was when he realized how weak and helpless he was in this society, as he had only been granted as much freedom as Pahygzes offered him. A much more headstrong and cruel owner would make his life quite a bit more hellish with rape being the least of his worries. The big white stallion was only doing what was best for him in such a shitty situation, so could hardly be faulted for forcing Jay into this. “Please tell me, daddy horse. What does he want to do with me?” Jay finally pleads, wrapping skinny arms around one of Pahygzes’s wide silky thighs with a cuddle for assurance.

The stallion looked down with a pitying worrisome expression while putting a large encompassing hand on the human’s head. “The mare vet wants to put something in your butt so that you can come aboard my ship. New security protocols will not allow any unmarked human or humare aboard, and this only came about because Pleban has the occasional ear of the emperor and saw some human perform a fluke in a controlled simulated environment. The procedure will sting the anal muscles for a moment, but it will be quickly over if you do not focus on the pain too much.” After a long pause, he looked up at the chief vet with a grim hateful expression and the gnashing of teeth that sounded like the loud munching of ice. “Show my mare how the injector rod works. I keep no secrets from those I love.” Pahygzes warned, daring this unfamiliar stallion to create any further grief.

They stared with venom at one another, prepared to duel as though two wild mustangs vying over the same female in heat. The moment continued with a slow tenseness to it until the vet remembered his place and relented with a shrug. “Very well, but good fortune to you in trying to control your pampered pet once you see this in operation.” He grunted, an undeniable challenge barely held in check by a snide tongue. The human watched the mysterious metal cross while the roan horse pushed that peculiar orange button, and six black spikes slowly oozed out of the shaft like the heads of snails in the shape of a flower, each two inches long and as thin as the wires used in metal clothes hangars.

He had good reason to blanch and nearly faint, but by some miracle he still managed to hold his ground against the nasty sight. “No secrets.” The tall white angelic horse repeated while he waited patiently for Jay to overcome the fear absorbing him. “If you never give humans the choice, they will never exceed your expectations.” Then his master knelt down at Jay’s level to offer his bowing neck, which the human gladly embraced in a haze of unrelenting fear as the only anchor to sanity within this strange room. “I had some psychological scans done on him. Normally, a captain might use such a method to determine how violent and unwieldy his mare might become, but I discovered something else. This one you see before you, he is deathly afraid of needles and inoculation’s of any kind.” The admiral paused and allowed that peculiar tidbit to sink in.

It didn’t take long for the doctor, more a glorified nurse than anything else given the circumstances, to come to the wrong conclusion in the matter. “Then, the reasonable choice would be to bind him up and do it before he even had a chance to guess what we might me up to.” He declared rather testily, perhaps trapped in the simplicity of his job and kept from considering other options.

It was Pahygzes that surprised everyone with his next words. “As you wish, then. Summon some guards and I will have it taken care of.” Jay trembled anxiously at this turn of events as his belly filled with a leaden weight and he felt as if he might die from terror, the sudden unexpected turn of events and grin of triumph on the vet’s black licorice lips were almost too much to take. As the human tried to squirm free from the iron grip of his master’s cuddling arms, the ivory steed was only that much more determined to hold the smaller male in place like some frightened yappy dog in the vet’s office. “No, my little one. You must stay calm and trust in your owner. I will not allow harm on you without your consent. ” His master offered, an odd serene depth to his voice as he took up the stoic formality of his office. He did his best not to hide his face in the firm fluffy muscular neck as three of the peacekeeper stallions strode purposefully into the bustling noisy room.

The snarky expression quickly washed off the vet’s muzzle when Pahygzes pointed the trio of guards at him, the group of emotionless studs showing no hesitation as they forced the struggling and very confused vet into the restraint device, tentacle tendrils of grey holding fast to his limbs while spreading his legs far apart while bending him neatly over with ass high in the air. “What do you mean by this!? I will have Havnor flay you alive in the royal laundry boiler!” The head veterinarian threatened and bluffed his way through the unbecoming treatment as his loincloth was pulled down around his fetlocks, long silky held well out of the way for convenience of the default procedure.

The admiral waited a moment for all of that angry struggle to die down. “I want you to remember your place and learn to have some good bedside manner after this experience. I do not care what you think of me, or what rumors you might start behind my back about my ineffectualness as a fleet leader. All I care about is how you treat the poor helpless subjects of our great empire. And now I know what kind of an Ehlosian you really are. If you desire to keep your employment in this capacity, I suggest you show my Jay how the procedure is performed, yourself. If not, it will be no trouble to locate someone more compassionate to replace you.” Pahygzes picked up the instrument in one hoof while caressing the mystified Jay in the other, a wide hot palm cupping against his bum and grinding him against the hot packed sweet-smelling chest. “All those present, disregard Jorgan’s rank for the duration of the-training exercise. Until he is removed from the restraint machine, he is to be treated no differently from a humare in the beneficent custody of the empire.” That last detail had not escaped the notice of the three horny soldiers, who grinned widely and wanted nothing better than permission to claim another stallion’s now vulnerable hole.

Whatever amount of shock had kept the blue roan’s anger from manifesting was gone once he realized that his admiral dared use his ass for practice due his nonchalant defiance. “The emperor will hear of your meddling.” Thus he struggled, and it did him no good and in fact made him look all the sillier.

The assistants stood by in confusion, unsure what side to take while engrossed by the unfolding events. “I would have you gagged and taken roughly for such insolence were it not to interfere with the probe.” What was described as some kind of trial, was in Jay’s opinion, nothing more than a reversal of bullying. Is this how an Ehlosian on a power trip behaved? “Now, then. Shall we begin? I do not imagine it is too comfortable or dignified a position to find yourself in, but then again, it was your idea to use the machine on my pet in the first place for so simple and quick a procedure.” Pahygzes tucked the tagging instrument in his loincloth waistband as he slowly went over to the comically presented stallion with his rump up high in the air.

Jorgan looked over, wide-eyed at his grinning admiral while the ivory horse did his best to support the frail human in one hoof while deciding what he would do next. “You shall henceforward be raped by everyone in the fleet. Twice.” The humiliated creature then cried out with a savage whinny at the sounding of his unfair treatment, yet idle threats meant nothing to the admiral. Jay could tell his master did indeed garner some sick pleasure out of the situation. For random intervals of noise, the other random machines filled the air with annoying buzzes, but their discordant chorus seemed not to bother anyone, save the human.

The admiral placed a confident hoof on the round indignantly wiggling butt. “I most seriously doubt that. Not when it is my authority that sways the passions of the fleet. Now again, I implore you to explain the procedure or I will be made responsible for giving you much more than a simple small pain in the ass.” Not that Jorgan wanted to outline in exquisite detail how his rump would get owned, but the whelp finally realized how little power he really had.

It took an odd lingering moment until the roan surrendered to his lack of control. “First, you restrain the subject to stop movement and fidgeting.” He admits with a hateful growl at being reduced to this sorry state. “Since your friends were already helpful in that regard, the next step is preparation of the anus for probing. No admiral, we are not so barbaric as to force dry penetration with the probe.” He grunts out in protest, the ivory stallion surprised even by that allowance of charity.

The admiral’s juicy pink lips formed in a thin smirk while raising the skin just above one eye as though there were a sardonic eyebrow there, amusement flavoring his next words. “Uh huh? Is that true, or do you wish to mislead me for some comfort in this situation?” He looked around the room expecting someone else to confirm or deny it, but was given no response from the nearby assistant techs. “Any of you want to speak on the matter?” No advice was offered, perhaps because they were too enthralled by the business of their superior being put through such an unpredictable punishment. “It seems you have no allies here to speak on your behalf, but I will offer mercy, if only because your reaction would prove far more enjoyable.” What Jay expected as some sort of medical formality turned into little more than the lewdness of his owner as Pahygzes wet a finger in his mouth and quickly forced the slimy digit into the clenched donut with a grin, Jorgan squealing and thrashing the whole while like a recalcitrant mare in breeding stocks.

After finger-fucking him in and out with a few hard thrusts, Pahygzes gave one rounded buttock a slap. “I did you a favor.” Not so much in Jay’s opinion, but that was probably the point: with a horse, there was either genuine compassion, or the mockery of compassion that traded some insignificant act of comfort for a piece of dignity. Yes, Jorgan probably did want lube for the probe, but not at the price of being fingered with testing pokes like some shy mare for a discerning stud’s tastes. In all the languages erotic, a finger penetrating into a hole meant the same thing: how tight and wet was the recipient for breeding? It was always at least mildly insulting, not to mention perversely satisfying to do to another male creature that had never expected such humiliation.

The silence that followed such a lewd act of violation stretched time even further, as the blue roan now ceased to afford any cooperation after his molestation. “May great goddess Epona devour your children in a white ring of Yunichorn fire!” He spat instead, trying to keep from staring up at his own sheathe and balls with a subdued growl. Pahygzes’ face darkened under the force of such a scathing curse, but it only seemed to haunt him for the briefest of moments.

“Regretful, but not unexpected from a lowlands peasant. I have heard your once-living sire also possessed a mouth so foul. Gag him. I will do the explanation for my mare, as I am not fool enough to let his tongue continued offence.” Jay watched as one of the guards gagged Jorgan with the only object readily available, stepping out of his sweat-soaked loincloth to ram it into the muzzle of the bewildered roan in one crude violent motion of squishy wet fabric. Now, this brown and white mismatched stud was naked and undeniably proud of this fact, flexing muscles impassively while standing neatly still, ostensive and doing his best to get the human’s attention.

The admiral, no longer in his cheery patient mood, snapped his teeth at the pinto upstart attempting half-heartedly to woo his pet. The nude guard responded to the territorial threat as though bitten. “No one forget their places and purposes, here. It is NOT to scare my feeble little friend with lustful horseflesh.” The display of dominance was candidly awkward to Jay, who was not used to calculated witty words combined with vicious displays of aggressive courtship coming out of the same being. It brought to mind Tarzan fighting with apes for the right to mount Jane, while also being busy with giving an astrophysics lecture. The paint mostly gave up on his human pounding fantasies, save for a flex of his wide barreled pecs or huge dangling rounded testes every so often he garnered a glance from the human. While Pahygzes ignored the subtle hints of exhibitionism, the other two guards did their best not to giggle or bring attention to the prissy prancer’s display.

Jorgan grumbled, obviously not enjoying the taste of sweat, old cum, and foul souring taste from countless conquered mares off of another horse’s clothing. Surely it must’ve contained the deflowering of countless mares within one day’s span, as that was how frequently they changed clothes. “Heh. Sorry for keeping you waiting, but it appears the lubricant has dried.” That was what little warning the roan got, closing his eyes and screaming into the foul crotch rag in frustration as a naughty finger was once again plunged slickly into his snug equine anthill. “Better make haste before this mare dries up again.” Pahygzes spoke ironically, a round of agreeing chuckles and neighs from the studs who were in on the joke. There was no such thing as a ‘dry’ mare unless one wanted to take her ass, in which case, you took her pussy first and then switched to the desired hole accordingly. At least he made that assumption until he remembered other interactions with the unfortunate repurposed. Not amongst the ranks of the sex slaves yet, Jay got the impression that all humares had a prelubing function in their anus for ease of entry, thanks to the nanites.

He didn’t have long to dwell on those insights before, “Now we get to the matter at hand.” The ivory male announced, ever mindful of the situation for every passing second like a true commander. The ‘mare’ clenched on the probe, and there was no doubt that he was as resistant as possible, but the blue roan whined all the same when the cold metal tip was pressed to his hole and easily prodded deeper with firm pressure. He clearly hated every minute of this with a blooded fury and a storm of thrashing.

It took some effort to shove it in before it stopped at the adequate depth of nine or so inches in, quite a challenge to most shallow human butts, already. “You see how deep inside it is? This is to utilize the mare’s own rectal muscles in holding the probe steady. Without the nice slim design and tight anal walls, it would make this procedure far more difficult.” For some inexplicable reason, Jay was fascinated by such a mundane matter as this being turned on its head for outright humiliation. “Now seated in the bowel properly, we press the nifty button.” And just like that, Jorgan’s struggling intensified with a flurry of motion and squeals like a little piggy, thrashing and bouncing against the tentacle cuffs despite their stony grips.

The pain seemed to continue for as long as the button was pressed, as if it caused some kind of electrical shock reaction. “As we can see, restraints or grasping onto the mare is clearly necessary for this task as it is quite painful.” Despite his fear, the human was aware enough within his senses to count the passing seconds. It took forty or so seconds before Pahygzes relented and removed the probe, now soiled with green smears. “Clean this one well, or bring forth a sterilized probe, as I will not foul my pet with whatever diseases this dumpster might carry.” The white horse commanded as he placed the dirty one on an awaiting tray amongst other such unsanitary medical tools to be cleaned. One such tool was a very big wide-mouthed vaginal spreader covered in dried smears of cum like hardening bubble-filled craft glue.

As one of the assistants obeyed his command and handed him a new tagging probe, Pahygzes glared hard at the blue roan vet in his bonds with a dismissing gesture of his shoulders. “Guards. Do with this degenerate mare what you shall, but ensure he is capable of performing his function tomorrow.” With that, Jay knew what would follow. He was right to be wary and fearful after that painful display for his benefit.

The medical chief was already a pathetic wreck by the time the three guards repositioned the bondage rack’s configuration for him to be positioned on all fours with a once proud tail flicked aside over his back. If the trio’s expressions were any indication, they were indubitably ready to enjoy this unexpected opportunity much the same as the punishment stocks at the ‘mare fair’ Jay had witnessed on his second inspired day of benevolent ownership. Two of them were ready to go almost immediately, but the third, the denuded paint, seemed to hang back with peculiar sympathy in blue marbled eyes. “Commander.” He finally said, surprising Jay with a clear elegant voice like some erotic equine angel. “I understand what you intend to do and would love to assist.” It was such a strange lilting lullaby of a voice, but how appropriate on a steed of his fair mystical complexion.

Pahygzes took another long stare at the mysterious upstart, unable to believe those same patient and kind virtues were issuing forth from the same type of youthful stallion that seemed interested in little but mounting human slaves. “Speak of what you assume my intentions to be, then. However, I need no help in holding what is beloved to me.” The admiral warned with a snort. Apparently, the one his master clearly did not seem interested in doing was traumatizing his lover-pet any more than necessary.

It was this new horse that knew the situation so well he actually surprised them. “The Captain I knew before I was transferred here as an honor guard for a promotion understood the gifts that arrive with time, just as much the respectful unharried treatment of the sentient beings under the custody of our great empire” According to the silky ivory equine’s reaction and the sudden loosening of his hard wiry muscles that Jay could feel loosening with his hands, it was clear the admiral trusted what he heard and could let down his guard.

Jay still clung to the offered muscular neck in nervous embrace like a monkey as Pahygzes gave his rump some light reassuring pats. “And who is this Regent you speak of so highly? A fair few of my officers hold true to such an altruistic philosophy, if I may put it so plainly.” This the admiral spoke without missing a beat or allowing the blue roan getting filled at both ends with loud sloppy noises to distract him.

The pinto, in his peculiar way, did not exactly understand the nature of the inquiry at first. “Why, the honorable Regent Pleban, of course.” He declared, as if it should’ve been obvious. Jay was instantly drawn to the conversation in curiosity, as this was now two different mentions of the same stallion for doing honorable things for lesser beings. The way the paint spoke of him seemed to imply this Pleban had saintly attributes and holy powers. “Did you not meet him at the time you removed that fool despot Morgat in Latin America when he abused the hospitality of the locals?” It was clear by this new stud’s tone that Pahygzes’s own ignorance of the matter proved baffling, indeed.

The admiral had to pause for a moment to think before responding, “I do not recall Pleban from such proceedings, but I far too well remember the ire with which Havnor’s cousin caused with those unfortunate people.” In fact, that seemed the only thing the white stallion could remember about the region, that another member of the imperial family proved how rotten to the core the whole bloodline had become. “Nearly caused some great upheaval of violence if it weren’t for the new regent, I heard. He had to recondition the whole lot of them to find out which ones were about ready to snap.” The admiral declared, offering the only facts of that miserable corrupt affair that he could recall.

By now the paint had reacquired his skimpy clothing and put it back on without paying attention to how they were now all soggy with spit and full of holes from the grinding of desperate teeth. “Violence is in the minds of all mankind. The true question is if it will make itself appear. No physical violence came of the incident, but half of the villagers directly abused by Morgat’s insuferable cruelty and thoughtlessness and equally failed peacekeepers had to be reconditioned until we could all properly be friends again. You understand how that works. Surely after you yourself brainwashed hundreds if not thousands of hostile humans into blissful subservience.” At that last, the admiral shuddered. Not because of any objection to the notion, but because it caused him discomfort to think of altering people forcefully in that manner. It was a new reaction to come out of him after the suicide they’d witnessed some nights before.

Before that, Jay knew the commander wasn’t so bothered by such intrusive measures, but he was quickly gaining a respect for the quirkier beliefs of humans. “Understood. Please, let us take care of this, then.” And just like that, the topic was changed back to the current matter and his irrational fear of injections that did not encompass a cock. In the progression of days, Jay became more than comfortable with the idea of not merely having gay relations, but those same relations with horse aliens. Even from a different planet, they were every bit equine as the clones on his once-beloved ranch. From smell, to fur, to a gentle curious temperament, they were one and the same.

Ironically, he had to look back on the scene with Jorgan getting taken at both ends with no little amount of envy. At least to the human, double stuffing was preferable to having his ass stabbed with six coaxial needles that looked like hatpins. The only thing he had any gratitude for was that Pahygzes knew no cruelty towards the helpless and kept all oaths made. To the human, such was a comfort of constancy, a rock amidst a toiling sea. The admiral was of such mercy that Jay didn’t even have to think about begging not to be harmed, the stallion already knew what situations would cause such distress and gave ample warning along with infinite gentle patience as though warm sunrays of affection. Perhaps the level of affection was limited when offered to a pet, but Jay responded eagerly to it all the same.

The strange horse gave a wistful smile and shrugged, “as I understand it, the security protocols are unavoidable with few exclusions not even you as the supreme commander can override. Of course, that does not mean we have to be brutes about it, either.” An oddly strong beneficent statement from one that was previously ready to rape a vulnerable comrade. Jay suspected it was more to do with species than anything else, as Jorgan had the proper body proportions to withstand any such roughness. There was no doubt also a persistent undertone in Ehlosian culture that very few were crass enough to abuse lesser beings for their penultimate sexual relief. For few of those he’d met thus far, it was more a game of cock roulette more than anything else. “I propose a bit of a healthy diversion, if you both were to find the terms acceptable.” Eloquent and elegant in his expression and the flair of his movements, both slave and master inferred what was meant almost immediately.

Of course, Pahygzes caught onto the idea far quicker than the human with a widened silly grin of his slanted square tic-tac teeth while wiggling free of his scant clothing. He managed to look down just in time, blushing accordingly, to see his garment being kicked aside and his friend growing in height rather quickly like a friendly pink squishy caterpillar or great proportion and cuddliness. The first thing to make an impression on Jay was the tip, as it was far too wide and unwieldy with dull rounded flatness that seemed much too blunt for its intended purpose.

The second thing the human noticed was the size. Yes, he’d seen and played with that mamba a few times, but each date in which the organ grew felt like a new experience. Just as the tower of horsemeat reached up, the stallion himself went into the motion of sitting on the floor while flopping his pet ever casually onto the giant outspread lap with a gentle bounce on relaxed fat-like thigh muscles similar to those on slightly chubby racehorses going at a trot.

Jay sat straddled across one bulging shaggy-furred hot leg as though it were a log while his arms were wrapped firmly about the width of Pahygzes’ pole with his face pressed snugly to the toasty comforting warmth of the semi-flaccid eager maleness. “How adorable! I wish I had the chance to own such a friendly mare.” The paint stud observed while stroking black fingers along the smooth metallic surface of the spare tagging probe. “And here we go.” It was the only warning to prepare him for a thick equine digit covered in hot musky pre suddenly slipping itself up his tight crack and wiggling around his rim like a slimy worm as it burrowed gradually deeper within. The unexpected violation made him shiver, but the experience of being poked and fingered wasn’t wholly unpleasant.

He shudders with a dreamy animalistic sigh of blissful joy while nudging his rump up into a better angle for finger-banging. His reward for the mindless subservience to pleasure was a deeper more harried series of thrusts in and out of his opening with that magical digit. “Prepare your anus for the next step, hun.” The sexy merciful creature insisted, a light sincere tone of regret carrying over in his light voice. Jay soon knew of the reason for the sorrow when the welcome radiating heat of a wide girthy finger was replaced by the uncomfortable coldness of the ever fear-inducing torture device. The human wanted to shrink and hide or run away as the slightly sharp conical tip pushed its way past his prostate with an icy unwelcome presence. Thanks to the bit of hot pre, it didn’t take long at all for the probe to enter him completely, the crossed arms now resting between his buttocks like a thong to keep it from slipping any deeper than needed and getting lost in the process.

So enraptured by the heady horsecock, there wasn’t much of his will left over to prepare for the pain of the injector. A kind caressing came upon his head and along his back as his towering master offered sweet meaningless words and reassuring noises of encouragement. “You are being so brave. Now, just focus on my wonderful delicious cock, and you will be fine.” Empty platitudes that couldn’t possibly relate to the incoming pain, but at least he was loved and cared after. “Do it when he declares himself ready, and not before.” The admiral remarked to the other equine waiting hotly behind, Jay continuing to nuzzle and bury his face in the stout yummy horsey pecker.

Even on the verge of the procedure, Pahygzes was patient and respectful of the human’s worries and concerns. The notion that Pahygzes might even wait all day for him to prepare himself was a sweet courtesy that he found tender. Of course, this was the same master who always treated him fairly and lovingly every second of the day that was possible. Jay clung just a bit tighter to the throbbing erection like a leaky pulsing plushie and shut his eyes tight in expectation of pain, trying to tense and blank his mind of everything except the reassuring warmth and musk radiating off his embrace with the hot silky wrinkled foreskin pressed near-inseparably to his tiny frail body.

Only a little more hesitation mingled with self-doubt continued itself on. “Do it.” He mumbled, barely over a whisper for fear that he might take back the words later. The sharp click of a button was followed by the most excruciating pain he’d ever felt down there; electric wasps stinging his sphincter repeatedly at the speed of light. It was too much agony to handle without passing out, and thus he lost consciousness.