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Nothing that grieves us can be called little. A child's loss of a doll & a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size. - Mark Twain

They had brought him in the back way in the middle of the night; he expected to be paraded around town, made a mockery of, at least he was spared that indignity. Still, he deserved better than this, to be simply locked into a closet in the stalls. Fresh straw had been strewn over the dirt floor, and two buckets provided, one for water, and one for when he was done with the water, one bucket half-empty, the other half-full.

Just outside this door his adventure had started, when he said goodbye to Randy and Sir Rufus and headed out on horse, may he rest in peace. He thought now of the misguided attempt of Randy to help, if he would not have come after him to warn him, if he were still here, he may have been of help. Instead, Sir Auric bided his time, waiting to find out what would become of him, as so far he was not given a clue as to why they even arrested him.

*****

A body shifted next to him, a large man, strong and lean, but not Hugo. This body was covered in a coat of gray hair, from the broad shoulders to the tapered waist to the thick haunches, all the way down to his . . . hooves. The long black hair on his head a mane, the man had the head of a horse, not just any horse, but horse-horse.

Horse rolled over, cuddling next to him, draping an arm across his chest, an arm with a hove. With his long muzzle, horse nuzzled the chest of Sir Auric, grunting contentedly. Something quite soft and warm against his thigh, Sir Auric peered down to a stocking-like sheath and heavy balls.

Sir Auric carefully reached over, gently stroking the groin of the horse-man, coaxing out its cock as he himself grew in anticipation, it had been so long since he had something that long . . .

"You thought I was sleeping," horse said, his voice deep, "did you not?"

As Sir Auric reddened, horse sat up, crawling over Sir Auric, his forelegs about his shoulders, his haunches parting his thighs. Sir Auric quivered, clenching his hole.

"Time for the ride of your life," horse said with a whinny.

Sir Auric curled himself back, knees to his chest, kicking his legs over the strong shoulders of the horse-man. The fat head of its cock parting his cheeks, Sir Auric opened himself. He grabbed at both dark, blooming nipples, tugging.

"Giddy up," he shouted, and horse took off at a gallop . . .

A bucket of cold water splashed him. He was rock hard and throbbing when he snapped out of the dream.

"You sick fuck," the guard muttered as he splashed him again.

*****

Washed and having been given time to dry, Sir Auric was tossed a garment, which turned out to be no more than a sack with armholes. Another indignity, this was not how he would have been treated before, but would be what he would have to accept. Bound again and flanked by guards, he was led to the rear of the castle.

The service entrance, typically bustling with activity, was eerily quiet, having been cleared out. He was not being led to the throne room but the royal quarters. The hallway, carpeted, well-lit by sconces, was laced with tapestries and trinkets like suits of armor and tables topped with flowers or fruit, was also eerily quiet. They did not proceed to the quarters of the king, but stopped at those of the queen. With permission given by the officious chamberlain, they entered her receiving area.

"Her Majesty, the Queen," the chamberlain announced.

With the ruffle of her voluminous skirts, she entered.

"My Lady, this man once was Sir Auric."

She stood before him, her gaze cold. "Reports were that you lost abandon, running naked through the land, rutting with all manner of creatures," she said sharply. "What say you?"

"My lady, that is not far from the truth."

"I knew so, from your association with savages like Sir Rufus." She turned away. "That is not the natural order of things."

"And what is the natural order of things my lady?" Sir Auric asked.

"Silence your tongue you impudent knave!" The chamberlain signaled the guard to have him punched in the kidneys.

"No," the queen said, with a wave of her hand, "let us get down to business." She stepped close, her presence imposing. "Where is Margaret?"

Sir Auric furrowed his brow. "I am sorry my lady, who?"

"Margaret, the doll from Princess Luella," she said.

Sir Auric remembered the chubby little princess and her giving him a porcelain doll. I did not want to give you a dolly but Mummy said I had to as a sacwifice to the kingdom, she had said.

"I am sorry, my lady, I do not know."

"Obviously it is not on you," she said, scoffing at his sack. "Find it," she ordered, "more than your life depends on it."

With that, she stormed out of the room.

*****

The chamberlain begrudgingly gave him the rest of the story. The king had riled the neighboring kingdom from the slumber of peace by a dalliance with a lady from their court, an unwelcome dalliance to say the least. The natural order of things, Sir Auric thought. With war imminent, he abdicated the throne in reparation. The queen, being foreign-born, could not accept the throne without dissention. Princess Luella, having shot up tall and thin as a reed, but a reed with hefty bosoms, could take the throne but refused to do so.

All her life she was the dutiful daughter, constantly schooled in not only the finer things, but also in affairs of state, a rigorous course of study. Her childhood taken from her, she wanted it back, or at least a piece of it back before she gave the rest of her life in service. Margaret was that piece, a symbol of not only her childhood but also of her sacrifice. There was no reasoning with her, as she threatened to flee to a nunnery or worse.

Enemies already outside the gates, if Sir Auric could not retrieve the doll, the kingdom would fall. Also, if he succeeded, while he would not be reinstated to knighthood, his shame would be relieved - he could come and go in the kingdom as he pleased.

So, the chamberlain had his armor and weapons restored, had him provisioned, and supplied him with a swift steed and two escorts, burly rogues so similar they had to be twins. As discreetly as he had arrived, they left in the dark of night.

*****

Well into the journey, "What the fuck are you doing?" one of the twins asked angrily.

"I am removing my armor," Sir Auric replied, pulling off his chainmail short-skirt, now totally nude.

"I can see that, you sick fuck," the other twin said, "put some pants on."

"I would prefer not to." Sir Auric, his back to them, stowed his armor.

"And I would prefer to shove the business-end of my sword up your ass, but you would probably enjoy it." The twins chuckled to each other. "Put some pants on," he said, "now!"

Sir Auric turned to them, arms crossed. "Harm me and you will return to the queen without the doll." The twins looked to each other to confer in grunts. "You orders are to escort me to find the doll; you have no other purview over me." Sir Auric turned his back on them, mounting his horse.

"Fine," one of the twins said, "but if your cock gets near me I will cut it off."

Sir Auric ignored them, kicking his horse to a trot. As he would always do, he laid forward, ass in the air, his arms draped around the neck of the horse, grinding his hips to a comfortable position, but this horse was built for speed, quite strong and rigid, and uncomfortable.

With a curse, he sat up and kicked the horse to a gallop, the twins following in his wake.

*****

Still disgusted by his nudity, the twins allowed him to camp a ways off. Still in their armor, and sweaty and stinky from it, the twins settled down by a small fire, drinking ale and reveling in their conquests of women, which, to them, were quite prolific, even involving sisters.

Sir Auric tended his horse, smoothing it down with his old sackcloth tunic. He rubbed the beast from head to toe, lingering over its belly. His hands drifted low and the horse whinnied and stomped as if to say 'hell no'.

Sir Auric had to be content with his memories and dreams of his horse-man.

*****

"You sick fuck! Turn the fuck away or I will chop your dick off," one of the twins complained, mid-stream of a pee.

The other one charged him. "If your dick so much as stiffens, you are dead."

"Fine," Sir Auric said, turning around.

"Your kind are all the same, hungry for cock," one of the twins said behind his back, "he probably even groped the horse."

"We should take him to Rosalind and have her sit on his face until he acquires the taste."

"The sweetest snatch I ever tasted . . ."

"And those tits . . ."

The twins got involved in their dialogue, forgetting him as they mounted their horses. Sir Auric followed along, having to listen to graphic descriptions of the anatomy of women for miles. That did not bother him though, it was the comment about him and the horse, and that they were right.

*****

At the foot of the mountain, at a sign reading 'North Mountains Cave - Danger, Dragon Lair,' Sir Auric slid off his horse and unbundled his armor. His feet, wrapped in cloth, he placed in steel shoes, pinned to the greaves strapped to his calves. Gloves, slid over his hands, reached past the elbow. He wrapped a chainmail short-skirt about . . .

"What? You are not going to enter the lair of the dragon naked and bend over at the first sign of dragon dick?"

The twins were constantly egging him on, but enough was enough.

"I am warning you, the dragon is dangerous," he said, grabbing his sword, "he also has minions." Sir Auric recalled the hit to his head and waking up stripped, which a dragon itself would not have done to him. "I would not care one bit if the two of you do not make it out intact, but I will be damned if you get in my way."

That got their attention as they hopped off their horses, grabbing their swords in a huff, and storming towards him.

"Then watch our flank; that is what you like to do is it not?"

They shoved past him and into the lair.

*****

It was not long before Sir Auric heard the clanks of steel against steel and the roar of battle; he hurried into the lair. He came across many corpses, the minions of the dragon being twisted sycophants not warriors, neither armed for nor skilled in battle. In the cavern, past a flaming cauldron, two large, yellow eyes flickered, the dark curve of a tail sweeping slowly left to right.

Schnaccccct!

One of the twins was sliced in the thigh as the other swung his sword at the tail.

Schnaccccct!

The other twin tried to but did not block the fast strike to his chest.

Schnaccccct!

The tail having met dirt this time, the twins huddled back-to-back, swords drawn, watching the tail sweep slowly, left to right . . . right to left . . .

Sir Auric used this diversion to search for the doll, stepping stealthily through the dark recesses of the cavern. He discovered an alcove, which led to a room where the minions must have lived. Stacks of provisions lined the walls while necessities like a fire pit and table and chairs filled the room, with makeshift beds in the rear.

In one of the beds, gently tucked in, lie a porcelain doll, slightly dirty but otherwise quite well cared for. Sir Auric quickly grabbed it, but as he turned to leave, he spotted a large chest, overflowing with coins and jewels. This gave him pause.

Three things were held in the balance, the kingdom, the lives of the twins, and his own personal gain. He could secure the doll, sneaking out, leaving the twins and the treasure forfeit. He could attempt to save the twins, but in doing so, risk the doll and the treasure. He could secure the treasure, but that would make his person quite noisy and encumbered, risking the doll with no possibility of an attempt to rescue the twins.

*****

Sir Auric tucked the doll securely into his saddlebag. Through his choices and actions, the kingdom would be saved. It was now just a matter of returning to the kingdom, but first . . .

Sir Auric dropped a load of jewels and coins into the other saddle bag; he had taken as much as he could of the treasure. A small fortune, he would be financially secure for the foreseeable future, would even be able to see that, sigh, mother was provided for.

He chuckled to himself, the twins, nude, paced in shock, stammering, "It did not happen", "I do not have those feelings, do I?", and "It did not feel so bad".

Having snuck out with the doll, Sir Auric carefully went back to peek into the chamber. The twins were on their knees, hands roaming their stout but muscular bodies, and obviously enjoying it. That is when Sir Auric grabbed the treasure.

Having snuck out with the treasure, Sir Auric went back again. This time, one of them was on his hands and knees, while the other mounted his rear. Sir Auric watched the show, as the dragon did. After several copulations, the twins were sated, falling to the floor still clasped in the throes of what Hugo would call 'moo'.

By the time Sir Auric relieved himself, the dragon was gone. As before, he had not even noticed.

*****

The twins, having finally come to terms with what had happened, embraced, lingering, and then parting with a deep kiss. Holding hands, they walked to their horses and mounted them, to ride. Sir Auric wished them the best of luck, but his wishes fell on deaf ears as they rode off together into the sunset.

*****

The receipt of the doll was unceremonious. Sir Auric, in his armor, dismounted his horse at the steps of the castle. Allowed entry, he went directly to the throne room. Marching past the court, who nodded and tittered, he knelt at the feet of the Queen, returning Margaret.

"Rise Master Auric," she ordered, at least she gave him that courtesy, "from this day forward you are welcome back to the kingdom, not to hang your head in shame of your previous deeds, but to hold your head high, having done this service to us."

"If I may, your majesty," Sir Auric said; the queen nodded. "I would like to state that what I am known to have done, I did under the spell of this dragon, just as it was for the twins, who are now living together as a couple. Did they have love for each other? Yes. Did they have desire for each other? Maybe. But they never would have acted on those desires if not for the spell of the dragon. In my case, my horse and I had compatible desires."

The court gasped, having heard the rumors, but not having heard them, so to say, from the mouth of the horse.

The chamberlain hushed the crowd.

"Master Auric, having given this confession, I will allow your shame to be expunged. I am willing to reinstate you to the knighthood, as long as you swear never to act on those desires again."

A great relief came over Sir Auric, it would be as if it were undone . . . What, everything? he thought, to have never admitted my desires or acted upon them, to live a life unfulfilled? "Excuse me, your highness, could you clarify that condition?"

The queen scowled. "To never act on those desires that would cause you to be seen as weak, fearful, or unable to protect yourself, in others words, feminine."

"My lady, are you seen as weak and fearful . . ."

"Silence your tongue you impudent knave!" The chamberlain signaled the guard to have him punched in the kidneys.

"No," the queen said, with a wave of her hand, "I will allow this." She stepped close, her presence imposing. "I am not seen as weak and fearful, because I am nobility."

Sir Auric stood to meet her. "And I am not seen as weak and fearful, because I am a knight, strong and brave, manly, the epitome of manliness, to be adored and admired."

"You dare defy me," the queen challenged.

"I defy what you call the natural order of things, as that does not seem to apply to nobility either."

The court gasped as the chamberlain signaled the guard to punch him in the kidneys, which this time she allowed; Sir Auric doubled over in pain. "We thank you for this service to our kingdom, now be gone with you." With that, she stormed out of the throne room.

Shrugging off the guards, Sir Auric left with his head held high, but held back the tears, as he knew he had just been banished.