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Nathan steadily drifted back into consciousness. He could see crimson through his eyelids and realized that it must be late enough in the morning for the sun to have climbed high in the sky and stream annoyingly in through his window. It would surely keep him awake, despite his exhaustion, but with the aches in his body he wanted nothing more than to lay still and revel in sloth. He noticed that length was rigid and quivering, yearning for release, as his mind was flooded with vividly detailed memories of the strange and erotic visions he had dreamt of the previous night.

The young man could took a deep breath and combed his fingers through his raven-black hair as he considered the odd fantasy that had woven through his brain while he slept. It was so intense and detailed, greatly in contrast to the fleeting moments from his dreams that he so often struggled to recall. He felt his hole throb and tense as though it had really stretched tightly around Mavis' impressive phallus when he pleasantly remembered the portion of the fantasy where the handsome, anthropomorphic creature had taken him to bed. So intense the illusion was that he felt as though he could smell the intoxicatingly masculine musk of the stallion as his psyche teased his senses.

A sudden snore and jolt of the bed beneath him abruptly broke Nathan's reverie. Confused, he dared to open a chocolate-brown eye to the invading sunlight and warily glance about. As he blinked away the tears from the sting of the light he found himself completely bewildered. All about him were the trappings of a renaissance-period inn fit for a nobleman. He slowly rose and fell and casting his befuddled gaze downward found that he rested not atop a bed at all, but rather directly upon a warm, chiseled body covered in soft chestnut-colored fur.

Seeing Mavis sound asleep (and finally registering that he was practically covered in dry residue of horse semen) the groggy human was gradually collecting his wits enough to realize that either he was still trapped in some magnificent fever dream or all of the events of the previous day had actually occurred. Nathan's sigh of relief came even as a surprise to himself, and deep down he then knew that he preferred this life, one of servitude but also potentially of true and tender love, to what he had in the past, even though the queasiness of unease about the strange world around him wracked his gut.

He forced his doubts down and smiled genuinely as he rested his jaw against the equine's powerful shoulder. As he did, the horse turned slightly in his sleep and draped a heavily muscled arm over his human pet. The young man, carefully as possible as to not disturb his bed partner, brushed some more of his dark hair from his eyes then nuzzled his face into Mavis' chest. He lay still for several minutes enjoying the warmth, feel and smell of his owner.

Once the daze of first awakening had passed Nathan decided to finally pay attention to his persistent erection. He slowly slid a hand down past his navel and wrapped it about his engorged member, giving it a pleasurable squeeze. He languidly stroked his throbbing cock several times, rolling his foreskin back off over its swollen, mushroom-shaped tip and before long glistening beads of pre-cum were forming there. While he massaged his length he looked over to where the stallion's sizable organ stood proudly erect, jutting out more than a foot from his body, tip flared and leaking rivulets of pre-cum of its own down its mottled length.

An impish idea took hold of the man's mind and he cautiously extracted himself Mavis' hold and rotated his body atop the horse fur, being careful not to wake him in the process, until they were belly to belly. Nathan set his palms on either side of the massive cock, just below its medial ring. Its heat and velvety texture were as incredible as he recalled from the previous evening. He stuck out his tongue and ran it up the side of the horse's length tasting his lover's flesh. He lapped at the shaft and felt it tremble with delight. It soon began to leak rivulets of pre-cum. Nathan readily enjoyed the taste of the stallion's warm, salty emissions. He opened his mouth and slid his parted lips around the flared tip of the plump member, taking several inches of it into his mouth and suckling on it lovingly.

Mavis stirred and whinnied slightly. In his hands the young human felt the stallion's erection spasm with pleasure more frequently and unleash splashes of pre-cum across his eager tongue. He bobbed on the length, his own cock dripping with need, ignored, onto the anthropomorph's chest fur. Nathan heard a few soft moans of pleasure from his larger partner that were beginning to sound more coherent, informing him that the equine would soon be fully conscious and awaken to a welcome surprise.

The willing slave pulled his mouth off of the horse's turgid phallus and began planting enthusiastic kisses along its length, wanting to taste every inch of the rigid stallion cock. He paused only to venture a glance at Mavis' face, and found a pair of half-lidded umber eyes looking back at him happily.

"Don't stop on my account, pet," he commented softly, albeit with great mirth in his tired voice. "Only our first full day together and you already know what I like. Please, continue."

Nathan did as bade and quickly dropped his mouth over his master's magnificent erection once more. Again the horse whinnied involuntarily as his member was engulfed by the moist heat of his lover's maw. The human felt strong, fur-covered fingers grip and massage the globes of his ass. Every once in a while one ran the length of his cleft and teased his puckered ring with a bit of light prodding.

The human enjoyed the treatment and showed his appreciation by redoubling his efforts, suckling and rubbing the cock with wild abandon. Gushes of pre-cum flooded his mouth and he readily swallowed every bit of it. In his hands he felt the horse's member pulse and tremble, drawing close to climax. Still gripping his master's throbbing shaft in one hand he moved his other to feel the stallion's sac, rolling his hefty balls around eagerly in his palm. While he fellated the fur, Nathan suddenly felt his own cock be enveloped by Mavis' mouth. A large, wet tongue expertly wrapped about his cock, pleasuring every bit of it. The human shuddered, body quaking uncontrollably as his master began to suck him as well. The stallion's elongated maw was easily able to take his pet's entire length at once and his practiced tongue worked magic. Nathan gasped and moaned, barely able to hold off orgasm while continued to pleasure the horse with everything that he had.

He didn't manage to stave of his climax for very long. Within seconds he paused and tensed, panting, as his seed sprayed from his cock tip in several thick ropes. Mavis', unfazed, drank down every drop and kept licking and sucking Nathan's hypersensitive, post-orgasmic phallus. The taste of his pet's semen pushed him to the edge. Less than a minute later, once the human had returned to bobbing on his pre-cum and saliva slick length he groaned and squeezed the human's ass tightly, thrusting his hips upward and bucking into his servant's mouth.

The tip of Mavis' cock flared wide as a torrent of milky-white horse semen erupted into the slave's maw. Nathan swallowed as much of the salty liquid as he could, but eventually choked and sputtered on the volume of it as wave after sticky wave sprayed into throat. He pulled his mouth away to breath as another gush issued forth, covering his face. The ejaculate ran down his chin and neck, coating his smooth, lean chest.

Quivering with pleasure, Nathan lapped at the tip of his master's slowly softening length, milking out the last of his seed and eagerly swallowing every drop. Mavis pulled his mouth off of the human's member and his pet felt a rush of cool air around his genitals once his sac was no longer resting warmly atop the stallion's snout. The equine let out a relaxed whinny as he smiled and stretched his neck.

"I can see that I've chosen well, my darling Nathan," he commented happily. "If you plan on waking me like this every morning I doubt that I'll ever wish to sleep late ever again."

"Thank you, master," the teenager responded, pleased, his voice muffled as he still had the horse's flesh in his mouth.

Gently rolling the young man off of him, Mavis swung his hooves over the edge of the bed, sat up and stretched with a tremendous yawn, before turning to admire his pet. Nathan's fair skin glistened with the equine's seed. His raven hair, unkempt from just having awoken, was a wild mane. The horse's now flaccid cock, hanging over the edge of the down-filled mattress, almost plumped again with attraction to his newly acquired servant. He leaned over and gave the side of the slave's face a loving lick, cleaning it of much of his essence before wiping the rest of it away with his palm and sensually locking lips with the man. They kissed silently for a moment before parting, both locked in the romance of the moment.

"Must you relieve yourself?" The fur finally asked of him.

After a second of debating whether or not he wished to get out of bed Nathan nodded.

"Then allow me," Mavis responded, scooping up the human in his powerful arms before his pet could reply. Still morning-weary (and now in dire need of a shower) Nathan relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy being carried and cradled lovingly by the strong anthropomorphic steed. They crossed the well-furnished room to where Mavis pulled an ornate tapestry aside, revealing a small room containing a sizable clay pot, a wooden bench, a painted porcelain wash basin filled with clear water and a simple mirror on the wall of polished steel.

The stallion carefully set Nathan on the bench, remaining standing himself, and motioned toward the nearby chamber pot with a wave of his hand. Without further ado, the chestnut stallion grabbed his considerable length and let loose a powerful and potent stream of piss, which splashed audibly into the container. The human marveled for a second at the golden flow, starting to become aroused again. He had always had a fetish for piss and regularly wet himself and peed on himself at home while masturbating. He fantasized briefly about kneeling in front of the horse and being soaked by his urine from head to toe and imagined the warm, salty taste of it across his tongue, before remembering that they had come into what he could only assume was the toilet room to use it for its intended purpose. He looked up to notice the stallion eying him with a knowing smirk.

Mimicking Mavis, Nathan grabbed his own member and aimed it toward the clay pot. Unused to being watched as he relieved himself, he had to will his bladder to release. After a moment his own flow started, first as a nervous and forced trickle down his knuckles and sac and then as a steady stream. It chimed as it struck the interior of the toilet-pot along with his master's. Until their streams tapered off, neither said a word.

"I suppose we could both use a bath," Mavis mentioned as he shook the last drops free of his massive length and went to rinse his hands in the wash basin, followed closely by his servant.

"It would be nice, master," the human said, chest still covered in rapidly cooling horse semen.

"I'll run down and have the innkeeper prepare us some water then," the fur responded, wandering out into the main chamber of their suite and not even bothering to don his sleeveless robe before exiting their rooms and heading downstairs into the bar and common room completely nude. As the young man listened to his owner's hooves strike the wooden stairs with each step he envied the horse's confidence and wished that he had the self-assurance to be comfortable doing such a feat. He wasn't embarrassed by his body, if anything he was handsome, being both fit and well endowed; he was merely shy and awkward from years of loneliness.

He suddenly recalled the slaves he had seen the previous day, dressed in rags if anything at all and wondered if Mavis was going to have him wander around nearly nude as well. Even if not, he did only have one set of clothes and they would get quickly worn out if he wore them all day every day.

The stallion returned moments later to see Nathan reclining on the bed arms outstretched behind him, propping himself up. The horse grinned, pleased, as he took in the sight and then wandered over to a linen cupboard. He pulled out a dark sheet and tossed it to his pet with a smile, aware of his newest acquisition's modesty from his furious blush at the auction.

"The innkeeper is drawing us a bath out back. It'll be a moment while he stokes a fire beneath the tub to warm it. Feel free to wrap yourself in this for the trip downstairs," the equine offered.

Nathan gladly did so. Fit for a sizable bed, the linen dragged on the floor behind him like an oversized toga. He combed his fingers through his unkempt hair in an attempt to tame it and look somewhat presentable. Mavis moved to his side and wrapped his arms about the human. His pet melted against him, feeling safe pressed tightly against his master's muscular bulk. The horse cupped his chin in a large, furred hand and craned his neck. The two locked lips once more in an erotic kiss, not parting for a long while as their tongues danced and explored. By the time they separated Nathan's face was flushed crimson with passion and his erection visibly pressed against the fabric of the thin sheet due to the equine grinding against him with need.

The horse's length had plumped again as well. His girth dangled low between his powerful thighs.

"The bath is probably drawn by now, pet," Mavis said, again not bothering to grab his scarlet robe as he led the young man to the door.

Nathan fell into step behind him, trying to will his erection down before proceeding to the taproom below, but the swish of his owner's dark tail caught his eye and drew his attention to the horse's ass. The human's cock throbbed wantonly as his imagination began to run wild and he was sure that it would be painfully visible to any who glanced his way.

Luckily, it was late enough in the morning that most of the furs that had been in the establishment for breakfast had already departed toward their various places of employ and few remained in the common area. Those that did thankfully paid little attention to human in his aroused state, and while they remained respectfully quiet (in contrast to the night before praise and cheers flowed as freely as wine), Nathan could tell that their eyes were universally drawn to Mavis with a mixture of envy and hero-worship. A couple of furs hailed the hero as he passed while looking right past his human servant. The young man quickly learned just how invisible "tailless ones" such as he were to the strange anthropomorphic beings.

They passed through a set of swinging doors to the rear of the tavern and into the daylight. The duo found themselves in a fenced in yard some 10 feet to a side. An enormous wooden basin was suspended on a platform over a low fire that the rabbit innkeeper from the previous night was poking with a stick.

"Ah, there you are, my lord. I was just about to fetch you," he said cheerfully. "Everything's set right over there for you. Just ring the bell if you require anything further."

He motioned with his head to a nearby table causing his ears to flop about, atop which were a neatly stacked set of towels, a lump of what the blushing young man assumed to be soap, and a brass bell. The innkeeper bowed respectfully and hurried back inside to tend to his other patrons. Mavis readily snatched up the soap and ascended the few steps up to the tub waving for his pet to follow.

Nathan cast about. Though there was a high fence blocking his view and he knew that they had privacy from the street it was still awkward for him to reveal himself outside. He could hear the bustle of the city just beyond the barrier and smelled the rich and exotic scents of the unfamiliar land, so different from the ones that he had known. Tentatively he let the sheet slip off of his fair shoulders and fall to the earth. He stood stark naked in the sunlight, face still blushing fiercely as he unconsciously moved to cover his privates with a hand.

Mavis gave a good natured snicker as his servant climbed in after him. The second the young man's body connected with the warm water of the bath his anxieties began to wash away with the grime of the previous day and the remnants of their earlier escapades. The stallion slid beside his lover and massaged Nathan's tense shoulders. He nipped playfully at the human's ear while his adored pet's hand searched beneath the water for his master's sizable phallus.

"You're so beautiful, my sweet, sweet Nathan. I'd wade into a thousand more battles just to spend another night beside you," the horse commented between tender kisses along his slave's graceful jawline.

"And inside me, master?" Nathan inquired playfully, shivering with delight, his apprehensions fading even more rapidly at the satisfying attention.

"Of course," the horse responded, his hand sliding down the fit abdomen of his property and moving to rub his swelling member. "You entrance me, lover. I am as much a slave to your desires as you are to mine. Soon it will be a mystery as to who 'owns' whom."

The human smiled at the thought.

For the next half an hour they bathed, washing each other and exploring one another's bodies. The horse continued to poetically describe his elation in endearing detail as they cuddled in the water. Though they were both aroused and their cocks ached painfully for release they did little more than rub and feel and kiss, knowing that there would be plenty of time later for the blissful pleasure of release.

Too soon, Mavis rouse out of bath and shook his mane free of the heavy water that clung to it before heading to the small table and toweling himself off. As Nathan stood his master tossed him a towel. After drying himself the young man modestly wrapped the cloth about his waist for the return trip. As expected, the stallion chose to keep his body on display and strode back into the Golden Fox, mighty weapon unsheathed to be marveled at by envious eyes.

They wandered upstairs, the return trip going much as the first, where they dressed; Nathan shook out his dusty clothes from the previous day before donning them as Mavis pulled on his ubiquitous scarlet, sleeveless robe.

"Let's get you something to eat," the stallion offered cheerfully, apparently having been put in a pleasant mood from the enjoyable morning.

His pet's stomach rumbled audibly in response, and the human suddenly realized that it had been more than a day since he had eaten. Swept up in the excitement and anxiety of the strange land he had found himself in he had paid little attention to his own needs. With a smile at the thought of something more substantial than horse seed in his stomach he smiled and readily agreed.

"Have a seat," Mavis offered, motioning to a seat along the fine bar that spanned one wall once they had made their way down to the common area again.

Nathan sat and some furs that remained about the taproom cocked curious eyebrows as the human sat at a stool at the bar. He blushed visibly, quickly becoming self-conscious as he realized that with humans' subservient nature here it was a rather bold action to take, even with the direction from Mavis. His master saw him glance about nervously and eased him with a stroke of his dark hair.

"Worry not, my precious Nathan. You belong to the great war hero. The mighty steed. No fur should have serious qualm treating you as an equal- in action if not in thought. Not in public, at least," the equine said. "Now I have some business to attend to in the city for which it would be best if you did not attend. So please stay here, eat something, and I'll be back before you know it."

"What are you going to do, master?" Nathan inquired curiously.

"Just a few tedious tasks. It's nothing you need to concern yourself with, I assure you," Mavis answered soothingly.

The young man was struck with a pang of anxiety as he found out he was to be left unattended. His first experience with the anthropomorphic beings was to be scooped up and abducted with the intention of being forced in slavery, or worse, if they implications behind the words of some of the furs was correct when they inspected him as a piece of meat before the auction. He shuddered as he recalled the slovenly bear, but his mind was soon again filled with relief and gratitude as he thought of how Mavis had essentially rescued him from a horrific life.

The stallion motioned to the rabbit over, who promptly obliged.

"See that Nathan here is well fed. Fix him anything that he'd like to eat and charge it to my room, if you would be so kind," he instructed.

"Aye, my lord," came the reply. "And anything for yourself this fine morning?"

"I haven't the time, I'm afraid, I'll have to eat upon returning," Mavis said, heading toward the door as he spoke.

Nodding with a genial smile, the Golden Fox's proprietor snapped up a couple of apples and casually tossed then to horse on his way out the door. With grace that belied his size Mavis spun and caught one in each hand. He grinned in thanks and merrily bit into one of the juicy treats as he left.

"So then, what'll be?" The fur asked him.

His voice was genuinely pleasant and it seemed as if the rabbit was one of the few furs that weren't openly disdainful of humans. Nathan was pleased that even without Mavis nearby some of the strange beings that lived there were going to treat him as something other than an object. After a few moments' hesitation, the teenaged servant mumbled somewhat incoherently, having no idea of what to order or what food to expect.

"Some bread would be nice," he eventually stammered shyly.

Seeing his unease the rabbit responded in a relaxed and reassuring voice.

"Just bread, sir? Can't have that, Lord Mavis wouldn't like you getting just a few crusts in you. If it is something filling you'll be wanting though, try these."

He procured out a platter stacked with glazed buns of some sort from beneath his bar counter. A delightful scent of cinnamon and other spices wafted from them. He picked one up and noted that it was dense and heavy, and still slightly warm.

"Sweet rolls baked fresh this morning by yours truly. My family's own recipe. Enjoy all you like; they're delicious now but once they cool and harden it's like biting into a rock, so there is no point trying to save them," he explained.

Stomach still aching to be filled Nathan took a greedy mouthful. The innkeeper had spoken truthfully and the young man could honestly say it was one of the most delectable things he had ever eaten, though whether his enjoyment was magnified by his hunger or not might have been a factor.

"Thank you," the human said quietly.

"Don't bother. As long as you're happy, Mavis will be happy, and that means he keeps coming back. Just good business, you understand," the rabbit replied, ears reddening slightly as though he was unused to genuine gratitude. Having worked in service jobs in the past, Nathan could relate to the feeling.

"If you need anything further, I'll just be seeing to the cleanup and getting ready for lunch," the bartender said after a moment's awkward pause, beginning to bustle about before he even finished speaking.

Left to himself, Nathan ate quietly, reflecting on the previous day. He wondered if that is what his life would be like from then on. He could certainly get used to spending morning, noon and night locked in sexual pleasure with a creature as handsome and caring as Mavis, even if it did mean that he was "owned." He enjoyed the stallion's company more than anyone he had ever met and even a subservient lifestyle with a kind and generous master would be a step up from what he had before.

Thinking about his life before waking up in the odd world brought him down a bit. He wondered if anyone had noticed that he was missing yet. The thought of his own loneliness made Nathan's eyes begin to water and he started to grow impatient for his master's return, to take his mind off the matter if nothing else. Before he knew it, he had already devoured three of the innkeeper's sweet rolls and, though there was no clock in the taproom to tell, an hour or more must have passed.

Some clamor at the tavern's entrance caught his attention. A trio of raucous furs had entered. Nathan was still learning how to assess the anthropomorphs, but even with his limited experience he could tell that the boisterous group was going to be trouble. The Golden Fox catered, apparently, primarily to the wealthy and those that just entered sorely stood out. They were what seemed to be well worn leather armor and dusty travelling cloaks, with weapons worn openly.

The largest of the three, a toad with a disturbingly large, iron hammer strapped across his back, led the way, knocking ornaments off of tables as he passed with a swipe of his arm, much to his own amusement. His two cronies, a shifty-looking weasel and a feline of some sort with bad scarring across one eye, quickly followed. They glared at Nathan sitting at the bar. A human being served in such a classy establishment was just as noticeable as they were. Cruel smirks spread across their faces as they headed straight toward him.

Nathan shifted nervously as the cat sat on one side of him and flicked him annoyingly with his tail, while the toad took the stool to his right. The weasel, content to stand, ended up directly behind him. The shortest out of the group, the tawny mustelid still was only level in height with those seated. The cat slid the platter of rolls away from the anxious human and in front of himself with razor-sharp claws deliberately extended.

"Bartender! Ale, now!" The toad croaked in command.

The rabbit hurried over and quickly assessed the situation. He subconsciously glanced to a corner near the door where what Nathan had assumed was bouncer was stationed the night before, but evidently there was little need for one this time of day more often than not, for no imposing fur stood there now.

"Greetings," the bunny said after a deep breath, the slight waver in his tone betraying his calm stance. "You may have wandered into the wrong taproom. Down in the South District there is a tavern that I'm sure is much better suited to your particular-"

He was cut off by the cat, which held up and jingled a fat sat of coins that dangled from the razor-like claws on its dark-furred paw.

"We just got into town off our last job and heard that this was the finest bar in town. But judging by the service thus far it looks like we might have been lied to," the feline snarled.

"I said: Ale. Now," the toad demanded again, somewhat more menacing this time.

"It is not yet noon, surely the day is far too early for ale? Perhaps I can interest you in-" the innkeeper replied in as confident a voice as he could muster, still trying to diffuse the situation and send the offending anthropomorphs along their way.

"We will not repeat ourselves again," the weasel hissed. The glimmer in his eye revealed that he relished an excuse for violence despite his small frame.

Out of the corner of his eye Nathan could see that he openly fingered the pommel of a dagger strapped to his side. The rabbit gulped and nodded, wiping his paws on his apron as he headed over to a cask at the far end of the bar.

"Make sure it is the good stuff," the cat commented with a laugh. His accent was different from the others, but with no geographic knowledge of the world he was in, Nathan as at a loss to place it.

As the Golden Fox's proprietor reluctantly snatched up a trio of tankards and began to fill them with a foaming brew, the feline placed his paw in front of Nathan and extends his claws into the fabric of his shirt pulling him toward the fur. The young man was visibly shaken as he was drawn in close to the cat.

"What do we have here?" He remarked sarcastically, voice hushed and sinister. The frightened human could feel the feline's breath graze his cheek. "The barkeep lets tailless sit at the bar? And I was led to believe that this establishment had some class."

The weasel snickered.

"I smell fear on him," it commented gleefully.

The cat delicately licked the edge of Nathan's ear causing him to shiver.

"Perhaps he could use some relaxing, friends," the feline replied with a cruel hint in his voice. He licked his lips and flickered his eyes toward his own crotch where a partially-aroused bulge was plainly visible through the fabric of his trousers.

His comment drew guffaws from all three which were suddenly halted as a powerful hand clamped down upon the cat's shoulder. He turned and glanced up to see Mavis' towering form silhouetted against the light streaming in from the tavern door and windows behind him, face drawn taught with distaste and focus as he glared at the offending anthropomorph. The feline seemed about to open his mouth to stutter something, only to have the stallions fist collide with the side of his face in a staggering hook. As the cat struggled to his feet to defend himself Mavis grasped his leather chest plate and crotch and hoisted him effortlessly above his head.

The toad had already risen and was drawing his war hammer, but moved too slowly as the horse tossed the feline into him sending them both into a sprawling heap of limbs against the far wall. The weasel, seeming to have little will to tangle with the fur that out-muscled him with ease backed off a few steps quietly, obviously hoping to go unnoticed as his compatriots rose once more, weapons drawn and ready. The toad brandished his hammer angrily while the cat had drawn a long, thin sword with a wicked curve to the blade.

"It is not too late for you to flee," Mavis remarked coldly. His utter calm reminded Nathan of the frightening moments before a storm.

The duo set their legs wide into a warrior's stance and ignored him.

"Fools," the stallion muttered with a sigh.

The cat moved in first, circling wide to try to divide Mavis' attention between them and flank the stronger fur. Without hesitation the feline quickly surged forward, striking fast and fierce, slashing out with his sword and whirling it before him like a tempest. Nathan stood awe struck as his master dodged each attack with an easy grace that belied his size and power. As he fought with the other fur the toad rushed in behind him with his war hammer raised high. The equine pirouetted and suddenly gripped the offender's wrist, twisting it sharply and striking his forearm with his free hand, knocking the weapon aside. The heavy head of the hammer splintered the floorboards where it fell.

Mavis dropped his elbow atop the toad's skull with a sickening thud, causing him to stagger backwards in a daze before slumping motionless to the floor.

The cat, hoping to seize an opening, snarled and hissed as he pressed forward once more, blade greatly extending his reach. Nathan gasped, fearful that Mavis would not be able to react in time. The horse's ear drew back at the sound and with reflexes that stunned all in the jumped and spun. His massive phallus swung forward with the force of the spin, impacting the side of the angry feline's head, just below the ear. It knocked him aside and headfirst into the bar with a painfully audible crack where he ceased moving.

Finally the stallion slowly turned to face the sneaky weasel who had been carefully positioning himself behind the horse while avoiding the fray. The mustelid sneered as fingered the hilt of his dagger menacingly again. Mavis merely moved his hand to grasp the leather-wrapped hilt of his own sword strapped to his waist. Immediately losing his nerve and knowing he was out matched, the smaller anthropomorph backed up a couple of steps before angling toward the door. He sprinted out the portal and mercilessly left his unconscious friends behind.

The several stunned patrons that were in the tavern cheered and applauded at the equine's display of battle prowess and bravery once they had found their voices. They chatted noisily amongst themselves at how easily the stallion dispatched three armed furs.

Mavis' expression softened considerably as he was finally able to safely regard his beloved pet.

"Are you all right, my sweet Nathan?" He asked ignoring the excited din in the background.

Still shocked himself, Nathan could only nod, forcing his jaw to not drop.

Revelers came over to congratulate Mavis and compliment him on his unusual technique, clearly tickled to see a fur struck down by being struck with another's sizable cock.

The horse bent over the prone forms of the two furs he had easily defeated and hoisted one over each shoulder. He then carried the duo to the door and slung them out into the street. He returned a moment later and dropped their fat coin-purses onto the bar.

"To replace the floorboards and a little extra for the trouble. I doubt they'll return looking for it. Perhaps you should hang the war hammer by the fire. I'm sure the minstrels will enjoy having a prop for the tales that will surely pop up about this," Mavis suggested to the grateful rabbit before again turning to Nathan.

"I bought you something while I was out. Come upstairs with me," the stallion said, leading the way.

When they reached their suite once more Mavis closed the door and pulled a parcel out of the satchel he had at his side before tossing it to his pet. Nathan unbundled it and found it to be a set of clothes, made of fine cloth and silk, clearly fit for a fur of high standing. He scarcely noted that there was a hole in the pants where he presumed a tail would be drawn through that had been expertly patched.

"They are meant for a fox fur, but I assumed they would be about your size," Nathan's master mentioned. "Go ahead and try them on."

The human was elated at the horse's generosity and overjoyed that his worries from earlier in the morning about what the stallion would have him wear in public was for naught. He would stand out, dressed as a noble or courtier of some sort rather than a ragged slave, but he cared little. He readily stripped himself of the dirty clothes he was wearing, deciding after a moment's hesitation to cast his underwear aside as well, and dressed in his new garments. They did fit rather well, and the fabric was incredibly soft and comfortable.

"I love them. Thank you, master," he said happily, twirling to show the handsome equine how they looked on him.

"We'll need to get them tailored in a few places, but they seem as though they will more than do for today," Mavis replied, smiling. "You look beautiful in those."

Nathan blushed and turned aside.

"Come now, I've another errand to run and I'd rather not leave you alone. I can't have any more trouble finding you. Soon enough everyone will know you are with me and there won't be any problems even when I must be apart from you, but unfortunately too many now will still see you as just another 'tailless' to push around," the stallion explained.

"Where are we going, master?" Nathan inquired curiously.

"There is a farm just outside of town. The mole the owns it requires my personal assistance. It'll be a brief trip, I assure you, pet," Mavis responded.

The two fell into step beside one another. Nathan had to walk quickly to keep up with Mavis' long strides despite the fact that the horse moved at what seemed to be a leisurely pace by his own standard. As they wandered down the cobbled streets more furs cheerfully hailed the equine with hero-worship glittering in their eyes. The anthropomorphic horse politely nodded and waved while his servant admired his patience. It seemed as though the horse had a problem opposite what he had faced in his own life; where the human had always seemed invisible to others, Mavis had difficulty finding a moment's respite.

They walked in silence, for the most part, enjoying the relative peace of the day one another's company. The weather was agreeable and Nathan was steadily beginning to understand the strange new world around him. He was regarded curiously by most, wearing finery unbefitting of his station and with no small amount of open jealousy by other humans, many of whom were gaunt and disillusioned and rarely clad in more than rags.

Once they were in the rolling hills past the walls of the city farmsteads dotted the horizon. Mavis steered them toward one of the nearest. As they drew close to the small outlying buildings of the farm a short, squat figure hurried out to meet them. The stout mole panted and bowed low many times in rapid succession to the equine once he had finally reached them.

"You're here! How wonderful! Is there anything that I can get for you, my lord? Anything at all?" He offered with utmost sincerity. It seemed to Nathan if Mavis asked him kindly to jump off a bridge he readily would.

"No. That's quite all right. If it is all the same to you I'm rather in a hurry. My work here is best done quickly and in silence," Mavis replied with a warm smile.

"Of course, my lord. Of course. Please follow me. Right this way," the fur motioned and led them around the side of a nearby stable to where a mare (of the sort Nathan was actually used to seeing) grazed lazily in a fenced in pen. She paused to regard the newcomers warily for a moment, her dark eyes contrasting sharply with her ashen coat, before returning to the grass.

"Beautiful and strong, is she not, my lord?" The mole asked, though it was more a statement than a question.

"She certainly is," the equine replied politely, though he did not sound particularly enthused.

The farmer smiled and started at Mavis expectantly for a minute. An awkward silence hung in the air until the horse eventually broke it by clearing his throat.

"If you don't mind, I'd appreciate a spot privacy while I work," the stallion commented.

"Oh, right, of course, my lord. I'll wait around the front of the stable with your fee for when you are finished if that pleases?" The agreeable creature offered.

"It does. Nathan here will be joining you in just a moment. Please extend to him every courtesy that you would me," Mavis instructed casually.

The mole gave another rapid, awkward series of bows while excusing himself and with the same urgent haste that he had rushed to greet them with departed around the corner of the building and out of sight.

"My dear Nathan, if you would be so kind as to kneel before me. I think I'll be requiring a bit of service now," Mavis said pleasantly.

Nathan was terribly confused by the whole situation having had nothing explained to him thus far, but eager to please his owner, as well as yearning to taste his master's flesh once more, quickly dropped to his knees and inched over in front of the powerful stallion. With one hand he wrapped his fingers about the horse's exposed length, just above its medial ring and lifted the dappled phallus toward his ready mouth. With his other hand he cupped Mavis' massive testicles and toyed with them briefly, causing the horse's cock to spasm and steadily stiffen with delight.

Parting his lips he slithered his tongue forward and licked the tip of the stallion's massive erection. He massaged the hardening shaft as he continued to lap at it, losing himself in the most enjoyable task. Mavis whinnied slightly as he steadily became fully erect. Droplets of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock, which Nathan readily swallowed down.

The young man closed his lips about the cock and was about to bob up and down upon the member with the equine put his hands on the human's shoulders and gently eased him away.

"That was wonderful, thank you, my sweet," Mavis said to the confused slave. "Why don't you go wait with the farmer and I'll be around shortly."

Nathan absently massaged his rock-hard length, clearly visible and aching for release within the confines of his pants. He wondered why they weren't going to finish. He knew better than to question his owner in public, though, and merely nodded before standing. He ignored the needs of his rigid phallus and willed it to soften before he stained his new trousers with pre-cum.

"Yes, master," he answered, somewhat glumly.

"Do not worry; I don't anticipate that my task will take very long. Please hold this," he said, turning so that his back was to Nathan as he shrugged off his scarlet robe, sword belt and pack. The items tumbled into the young man's hands as Mavis made his way over to the pen, cock still turgid and jutting proudly from his chiseled body. He hopped the fence with ease.

Nathan was beginning to piece together some of the strangeness around him, but there were still many questions left unanswered. He felt it best to obey orders and slinked away to join the mole. The duo stood in awkward silence for several minutes, occasionally glancing curiously at one another. Every once in a while the mole opened his mouth as if to speak, but finding no words for the human quickly shut it again.

"I've got to go fetch your master's pay. Wait here in case he returns so he doesn't think that I've ran out on him," the mole finally stated, voice polite and firm, somewhere between and order and a request.

With no more than that, the small fur scurried off toward a house not far away, leaving Nathan alone.

Curiosity got that better of the young man and he decided to peer around the corner to see just what his owner was up to. He glanced around the edge of the building to see the powerfully muscled steed standing behind the mare. His thick, swollen cock was engulfed by the pink lips of the horse's pussy. He had his eyes closed as he bucked wildly into her. She whinnied and kicked the ground. Unlike when Mavis had taken him he did not grunt or whinny with delight and seemed to be concentrating a great deal. Fluid dripped from her pussy, slicking Nathan's master's length as he thrusted into her. For a moment the young man stood, mesmerized as the horse's medial ring slid in and out of the other horse.

He felt a strange sting of jealousy with the confusion and realized that he was witnessing something that he knew his master wanted him to step away for. Feeling a bit guilty, he stealthily slipped back in front of the building, just in time to see the mole meandering back down toward him. Joining him again, the awkwardness resumed and if the farmer noted the embarrassed flush to Nathan's face he didn't speak of it.

Nathan pondered the odd scene that he had witnessed and wondered whether it constituted as bestiality. Certainly the mare was no more aware or intelligent than any he had ever seen in his life and yet Mavis was highly educated, a trait which was readily apparent.

Before too long Mavis sauntered around the corner, holding his arm out for his clothing and then casually donned his crimson robe as it was given to him. His still slightly engorged phallus leaked a trail of semen into the grass beneath him. Though nearly flaccid, the tip of his member flared rhythmically, having just been thoroughly spent. Both Nathan and the farmer realized they were staring and pointedly looked away from the massive organ.

"All finished," the stallion commented to the mole.

The smaller fur reached to a bulging bag at his side and opened it, quickly counting its contents before tightening it once more and handing it to the horse with another ridiculous series of bows.

"Thank you, my lord, thank you," he commented with sincere gratitude. "Are you sure it'll take?"

"It'll take, I assure you. As long as she is fertile," the equine responded, not bothering to count the jingling sack of coins before belting it near his sword. He turned and started off down the road, looking over his shoulder at his human companion. "Come, Nathan, we have a lot more walking before the day is through."

"Yes, master," Nathan said, hurrying along behind.

Still confused from the previous occurrence the young man wished to question his owner about what had just happened, but was unsure of how to broach the subject, so they ended up traveling in silence for a time. As they reached a fork in the road Nathan noted that they turned away from the city, rather than back toward it.

He looked notably confused as he glanced up to his stallion lover, but the horse answered his questioning glance before he even had a chance to speak.

"We're returning home, pet," he explained, speaking almost wistfully. "I do not reside in that city, but rather one a few days away; in my family holding of Whitemane."

Nathan felt odd as he heard his master speak of "home." While he had an apartment in some now distant land it was always where he had lived, never his home. It surprised him as he thought back to what was only a few days ago but now felt like a lifetime away that he felt no pang of anxiety of losing the only world he had ever known. He smiled a bit to himself and thought to ask the chestnut stallion what Whitemane was like, but the event with the farmer still nagged curiously at his mind.

It was obvious to him that his owner had mated with the horse, for money, but why he couldn't quite fathom.

"Master, wha-" he began before being cut off by the horse.

"Curious about the farm, are you pet?" He asked. "I don't blame you. We furs can interbreed with feral animals of our respective species. Farmers are always on the lookout for powerful, virile stallions to produce high quality offspring with their prize mares. Some stallions don't like to 'debase' themselves by mating with a feral which makes such services occasionally difficult to come by and as a 'great hero'," he chuckled to himself, "my breeding with a feral horse demands a high price. While I don't need the coin I do like having a bit of spending money to spare at times and I've made a tidy profit. And, of course, it helps out the farmers who need strong colts in the years to come."

"So the children are," Nathan hesitated to use the word "normal" for fear of offending his owner, "feral, master?"

"They are always as the mother, so a feral stallion mating with a anthro mare would produce intelligent foals, as frowned upon as that is, whereas my breeding with our farmer friend's horse will produce merely a feral. A strong, bright feral, but feral nonetheless."

"I thought you liked males, master?" Nathan ventured, a little perplexed. He knew that he would have great difficulty sleeping with a woman if he was successful at all. He was still oddly jealous about the exchange and felt it slip into his tone unintentionally.

"I do, which is why I was glad to have your help. It is incredibly trying to arouse myself enough on my own to accomplish such a task. While I was in her I imagined you the entire time, my sweet. And while that made it feel pleasurable enough to finish, oats never taste as sweet when you are in the mood for apples, if you understand my meaning," the stallion explained. Sensing Nathan's displeasure he ran a furred hand down his pet's chest seductively.

The young man looked down at his feet. He knew it was not his place to be upset about what had just happened, but with how attached he inexplicably felt to the handsome stallion he couldn't help it. The jealously tugged at his heart.

"Does it bother you?" Mavis finally asked pointedly.

"It is only that I thought you wanted me because you wanted someone to love and to be with. I still don't know a lot about this place, but where I'm from you typically only sleep with the person you're involved with...master," Nathan responded candidly. He kept his eyes down, speaking with disappointment more than anger.

Mavis' eyes quickly flickered over his pet's fair skin and dark hair, before speaking. Nathan could only guess what he was thinking about.

"Let me make it up to you. Sunset is still a while off, but let's set up a camp. When we're through you can have the rest of the evening in full control. I'll do anything you like," the horse offered with a smile, turning and brushing his pet with his raised tail.

Nathan's eyes lit up a bit and he managed a grin.

"Excellent. This is as good of a place as any," Mavis said cheerfully. "Why don't you go over and collect some firewood from that copse of trees over there while I set out some bedrolls."

Nathan nodded and did as told, his spirits rising substantially. He couldn't believe how strong his connection to the powerful equine became in just a single day. His emotions for the steed were incredibly tangible in a way he never thought he'd ever reach with another person, let alone in a matter of hours. He returned with an armload of fallen branches to see the stallion building a small pit with some stones. He expertly lit a flame with some flint and steel, but kept it burning small as the day was still warm and they wanted to conserve their wood for nightfall.

"Now, I believe that I promised that you could take the lead, pet," the horse said wryly as he sat down in the grass.

Nathan eagerly crawled atop his lover's lap and pressed his lips to the equine's. Their arms madly grasped at one another as their kiss became one of fiery passion in mere seconds. The human steadily forced his master back, lowering him to the ground as their tongues danced wildly. Nathan felt his member stiffen uncomfortably against his pants again, and with a glance out of the corner of his eye saw Mavis massive length swelling where is had flopped over his thigh. He finally broke the kiss. Both parties panted and stared at one another with naked lust gleaming in their eyes.

"Full control, master?" Nathan asked mischievously.

The horsed grinned broadly and nodded.

"Take of your robe," the servant ordered playfully as he rose, quickly amending it, "master."

The horse sat up, unbuckled his sword belt and shrugged off his only garment.

"Now undress me, master," Nathan commanded, standing before the nude stallion.

"With pleasure, pet," Mavis responded gleefully.

The horse tugged at the hem of his servant's shirt and pulled it upward, wrestling it over his head and exposing his bare chest. Despite being out in the open, the young man was too enraptured by their passionate moment to notice or care that he was outside. Despite their size, the equines fingers deftly unlaced Nathan's pants and slid them downward. The human's sizable cock trembled with eagerness, already leaking drops of pre-cum to the soil.

Nathan glanced down to see his owner fully erect as well, with glistening rivulets of pre-cum running down his mottled length. He turned so that his ass was level with the stallion's face.

"Stretch me, master," he said huskily, voice full of want.

Without hesitation the horse began. His warm, moist tongue ran up the cleft of his lover's ass. He circled Nathan's tight hole, causing the human to quake with need. Not bothering to tease the ring of puckered flesh further, he drove his tongue in, stretching his entrance and lubricating it with his own saliva. The stallion slithered his tongue in as far as he could, eliciting pleasurable squirms from his younger companion. The human moaned softly, but stepped away before too long.

"Carry me to the trees; I need you in me, now, master," he said, voice half ordering and half pleading to be filled by his master's incredible girth.

The horse rose to his hooves and scooped his lover up by his thighs, Nathan's weight resting against his shoulders, planting kisses along his jaw and collar as he did. Nathan groaned in ecstasy at attention as they reached the small copse.

"Against the tree," the man panted, forgetting propriety in the heat of the moment an omitting "master."

Mavis was too enveloped in his task to notice or care, apparently. He pressed Nathan's back firmly against a tree and continued to assault him with passionate licks and kisses. The raven-haired man felt the tip of his owner's leaking cock press needingly against his entrance. His own cock jumped at the thought of that medial ring sliding in and out of his abused hole and filling him with seed like he had done with the mare earlier that day.

Mavis gave a questioning look as he ground the flaring tip against his lover's ass. Nathan nodded.

Without hesitation the horse bucked his hips up, forcing his fat cock into the young man's tight ass. Nathan huffed and grunted. His moans filled the air. The equine whinnied with pleasure as he entered. They locked in a kiss again, Mavis supporting his servant with his powerful arms as he steadily slid in and out of the human's hole.

"Take me, master! Take me!" Nathan cried out between groans of bliss as he felt the large ring of flesh halfway down the horse's cock collide with his ass over and over again.

On the following thrust, rather than withdrawing as his medial ring butted against the human's hungry entrance, the stallion bucked his hips harder and forced it into him. Both moaned out in ecstasy. Nathan's cock jumped and released jets of pre-cum. The pearly fluid landed on the chiseled abs of his horse lover and contrasted strongly with his brown fur as it dribbled down his coat.

"I close, Nathan," the horse panted between thrusts.

"Finish in me, master!" He cried out in response.

The equine's thrusts became more powerful and longer than ever. He whinnied bestially. Nathan felt the horse's fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs. Not bothering to contain his sounds of pleasure, the human's groans and curses of bliss surely carried for miles. The young man's balls drew him as he felt himself get pushed over the edge. His head lolled back in pleasure as several large strands of cum erupted from his cock and splattered against his owner's torso. Rope after rope landed there, filling the air with the scent of sex.

His ring tightened considerably around the stallion's length as he came, pressing the large fur beyond the point of no return, he gave a couple of erratic thrusts before suddenly driving into Nathan to the hilt and giving a beastly growl. The two quaked as horse seed filled the human. Nathan felt the warm semen inside of him and drip around the turgid shaft that had plunged deep within his hole. They panted and stayed silent for several minutes as they basked in the afterglow of their intense orgasms.

"Pleased, my sweet?" Mavis eventually asked when words no longer escaped him.

"Yes, master," Nathan replied, suddenly feeling proudly submissive again.

"I have one last task for you before we enjoy the sunset," the stallion said, finally easing the human down and off of his softening cock.

Nathan felt empty without the massive organ inside of him and felt small rivers of horse seed drip down his thigh from his abused hole. He looked up to his owner inquisitively.

"Obviously I haven't made you wear a collar or slave rags, nor have I branded you, but I would like to mark you as my own so that every fur knows that you belong to me; mark you in what is known as the traditional way," Mavis continued.

His human pet cocked his head to the side wearily. The stallion glanced down and nodded, indicating his crotch. Nathan recalled that morning when they shared the toilet the potent scent of Mavis' urine and connected it to the concept of "marking." His phallus started to swell again as he thought of the heavy golden stream coating him with his master's piss.

"You enjoy the thought, I take it?" The horse asked, amused as he noticed his lover becoming erect. "That's good. Get on your knees in front of me."

Nathan did as commanded and lowered himself to his knees in the grass, eye-level with his owner's pelvis. The equine grabbed hold of his long, semen-slick shaft and pointed the tip toward the young man's chest. Without further ado he unleashed a powerful flow of urine. The strong smell stung the young man's nostrils as he felt it splash against his chest. The piss ran down his torso and onto his crotch, wetting his genitals. His cock, fully hard, trembled with excitement at the treatment. He grasped it and started stroking it wildly, using his owner's urine as lube.

Mavis swayed his hips as he relieved himself over the willing slave, covering his whole body before raising his massive cock to spray the human's hair and face, soaking him completely. Nathan needed to close his eyes to prevent the stinging liquid from bothering them, but masturbated with a greater fervor as he felt himself become completely drenched. As the piss drizzled over his face he licked his lips and tasted the salty fluid.

Panting with pleasure he quickly climaxed again, body quaking as he released more ropes of seed to splatter into the earth before him, some drops landing visibly on his master's hooves. Unable to contain the urge Nathan suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around his master's length and held it just before his mouth. He parted his lips and let the stream flow into his eager maw. He reveled in the taste and swallowed as fast as he could, but much of it still ran down his chin and neck, dripping onto his spent cock and balls.

Mavis pissed for a long time, and his human partner realized that with the horse's size he probably had an equally large bladder, which was a fact that he was grateful for. Unfortunately the stallion's flow began to weaken and eventually stopped.

"Looks like you were pleased to be marked as mine," the stallion chuckled.

"Yes, master," Nathan replied sheepishly, suddenly blushing again as the heat of the moment passed and exhausted from his two orgasms.

"That's good, because I'm going to have to mark you again every so often to keep the scent at a level where all furs you meet will notice it," the horse replied.

They both cast their gaze to where the sun was finally setting, painting the sky.

"Let's grab something to eat and enjoy the evening, sweet Nathan," Mavis said, putting a strong arm over his pet's shoulders.

"Yes, master," Nathan answered, smiling.