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Atlas was no slouch. In fact, he was revered as an absolute powerhouse of a horse since he hit puberty and his masculine wiles emerged. Envied by the males and fawned over by the females, he was the ideal visage of virility and masculinity, even if he did have long, feathered whiskers that draped over his snout like a scarf over the neck.

That's why he lost his freedom.

His race didn't have his own nation, but they were deposed by an invading nation regardless, so soon after he became a young man, he was captured and sold into slavery for his strapping muscles and the fact that he was known to be a touch passive. He was sold to an elderly couple who were looking to get some help on their farm. In an odd twist, these farmers were actually natives to the nation that was being invaded, but one of the reasons the invading nation won was because the ruler - King Hoffrai - promised to make the world a better place to all those who helped him conquer. He had taken his nation from poverty and strife to richness and prosperity in a half decade, so when he promised to share the wealth, people believed him. The elderly couple happily offered their lands and their home to the invading nation as they were near a key bridge and they were promised prosperity in the wake of their advanced age.

They got Atlas as one of their payments. While the conquered nation was happy to have Hoffrai ruling them, the Equine nomads that were living there at the time were offered no such generosities, and their kind were harvested and sold as slaves, pets, or other forms of grueling entertainment.

That was many years ago - about half a decade - and King Hoffrai was looking to spread his rule again. One of the only caveats to giving Atlas to the elderly couple was that, when he needed powerful warriors for the front lines, King Hoffrai could take Atlas back and use him as a soldier in the event of another war. That day had come, and Atlas knew he was but weeks away from being drafted.

He wasn't the most aggressive type, but his sheer size, strength, and endurance made him a perfect soldier, even if only as a front line shieldsman or pikeman. That strength in the midst of another war also meant that the elderly couple that housed him kept him chained and tied to the plow he was to use in his daily chores. He had thick, powerful leather wrapped around his wrists, ankles, and waist to keep him in place - it was effective, though it also kept his short hair mucky and full of sweat. It wasn't the ideal working condition he enjoyed, but it was better than being shot or killed.

With the impending war on the horizon, Atlas had begun to desperately search for ways to break free of his binds, but he lacked the wit, speed, or skill to escape without alerting his owners. It wasn't that he was dull or otherwise unintelligent, he was merely average, but the two who owned him were smarter and had certainly thought up many contingencies for when and if Atlas decided to use his muscle to escape.

On this day he was plowing the fields, chained to his tools, as he was begrudgingly doing his morning tasks as he plotted out another ill-conceived escape attempt.

He was getting near to the edge of the property, which was lined by a barbed wire fence and surrounded by a thick, mossy forest, when he heard a gentle rustling in the branches above him. Curious, he looked up from the plow and saw a tiny little woman with thin furred wings and vibrant red braids looking down at him. She was laying on her belly on one of the higher branches, canine-looking tail wagging behind her.

Rather than engage the woman, Atlas kept quiet and turned away. He wasn't supposed to speak with those who weren't introduced by the masters.

"Ah, yes, that makes sense. Slave of a horse, bound to duty and can't even speak with a little old bat girl." She cooed at him, ending with a whistle.

He continued to ignore her. He'd been taunted by the locals before, and he certainly didn't need to be lashed at again for defying his masters. HE didn't like them, but they still owned him and they did feed him well, despite his status as a slave in the new nation run by King Hoffrai.

"Don't walk away from me, Atlas. I know you better than you think, and I certainly know I can help you with your ordeal. You just have to let me, and we'll both be out of here, free as birds. Well, I'll remain free as a bird, you, a wild stallion."

He stopped dead in his tracks the moment she spoke his name. Slowly, he turned to her and raised an ear to listen to her. "What do you want?" He asked in a low, scruffy voice borne of entirely too much labor on the farm that day.

"Your freedom. Been going around, helping all sorts of slaves of your type get out of their binds lately. Don't like how this Hoffrai has taken over your nation, so myself and a few of my friends have been staging our own personal protests, starting with slaves. Have you not heard of the riots at the capitol?"

Atlas shook his head, thick, sweaty mane glistening in the evening sun. He hadn't heard much of anything from the outside world. The only time he was ever taken off the farm was to go into town to buy produce, and even then he had a mask on so he couldn't see anything and was totally at the mercy of his masters.

"No? Well, you're missing out, and I guess that means all I have to say here will be a complete surprise. So, Atlas - Are you surprised I know your name? Doesn't matter, of course you are. All you need to know is that I, Lady Valencia of Barth, shall be your liberator. All I need from you is a simple nod of approval and we'll get those chains off you, and we can be out of here."

He grunted and scoffed at her. What would a tiny little bat-winged wolf girl be able to do for Atlas? He was the visage of strength, and if he couldn't break the chains or cut the leathers that bound him, what chances did she have without the aid of tools?

"Don't you worry about that, ya big lug. Here, let me get those chains off you." She rolled off the branch, spread her bat-wings, and glided down to the soft, toiled soil behind Atlas. Standing next to him, she was only a little over half his height, her flattened snout right where his abs met his pecs. She got a good look at him up and down his form, focusing her attentions at the thick leather around his waist and dangling over his hips, covering his crotch. As she reached out for his hand with her thumb and free forefinger (her other digits were long and thin, connected by a thin membrane), he pulled away.

"What good would that do? I'm still stuck here on the farm, trapped by that fence." He pointed a thick finger up at the coils of barbed wire topping the barrier between field and forest.

Rather than respond or explain, she hopped up and pulled his wrist down, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the immensely thick chain that bound to his leather. The metal was thick and heavy, each link as wide as her wrist, but she was more than capable of handling it. As she pinched, a deep orange glow emanated from her palm for a few seconds before the chain swung down and around, clanging noisily at the metal of the plow blade, a few drops of molten steel sizzling in the soft, moist soil as they fell.

Instantly, Atlas pulled away, the heat of the melting metal close to his wrist but not quite burning through. "W-what was that?!" he demanded, holding his wrist up to doublecheck to see his eyes weren't deceiving him. Indeed, the last bit of metal chain that was connected to his binds had been melted in half, the glowing molten drops quickly cooling and solidifying as the piece fell to the ground. "What sorcery is this, witch?!" His surprise look narrowed into a scowl as his surprise turned to scorn. He'd heard of witches, tricking honest workers into a life of sin.

"Oh, don't be like that. I'm not a witch, it's just magic, lots of people can use it. Granted, not everyone is as good as I am, but that's fine. Not my fault your 'masters' kept you in the dark regarding the world beyond this farm. Hey, if I need to prove to you what I can do, let's just say I'm a telepath. I can read your mind. That's one of my specialties." She explained, holding back from grabbing his other wrist so he didn't pound her into the dirt. "Just calm down and we'll have you out of here within minutes. Deal?"

He took another long, hard look at the chain-free leather of his wrist before slowly nodding. He didn't truly believe her or that she wasn't a witch (in fact mind reading would only further convince him of her wicked ways), but freedom was freedom, and she did seem to react to his thoughts without him speaking them, so she wasn't lying. "So you'll free me from a life of servitude? And what do you want in return?"

She rolled her eyes and stepped forth, convinced he was prepared to go with her. "Nothing, Atlas. I just want your freedom and happiness. To be honest, I just don't want anyone to be a slave, not in my country. So just take your freedom and run with it, anything's better than this." She reached up and gently grabbed at his other hand, resting her fingers on his palm with her other digits wrapped around the chains below. A few seconds later, there was a clattering as the chain swung free and clanged against the metal of the plow.

Atlas remained still as she proceeded to take the chains off each of his ankles and all three from his waist. As soon as he was free, he stretched out and arched his back, raising his feathered forearms to the sky as he yawned, bits of spittle dribbling over his chin. "Well, this is nice, can we get the leathers off now?" He held his wrists forth, palm up, to have her cut through his binds.

"Not yet, melting metal is one thing, but cutting leather requires a blade that I don't have. Let's just get out of here first, we can worry about that later. Come, come." She too his hand and spun around, aiming her free wing-arm at the metal fence. There was an immensely loud boom as a perfect circle of the links blew backwards in an orange mesh of molten steel, tiny droplets dribbling off rocks, trees, and moss only to cool to black within seconds.

Atlas stared with his jaw open, completely baffled at the image of a perfect circle of fence being blasted into hot liquid in front of him, but he quickly recovered as she tugged him along with her.

The blast sound surely woke or alerted the masters as well as all the workers from the neighbouring farms, so the two needed to be fast. "Just run." She instructed before leaping into the sky, kicking off a mossy tree to disappear above the thick canopy.

A creature of obedience, Atlas ignored all hesitations and burst through the remains of the hole in the fence, hopping over logs and running in between trees and ferns, his hooves clopping gently at the earth and vegetation. He leapt over a stream, almost ran into a half-stump, and even impaled his one leg on a surprisingly sharp branch that looked like the tip had been whittled into a spear. He barely took notice, as it was thin and ineffectual.

It wasn't until nearly an hour later that he finally slowed down and had to lean against a tree, heaving with every breath. A few seconds later, The bat-winged canine burst through the treetops to land on a fallen log beside him. "What's wrong? Can't you keep going?"

He heaved again and stood up straight, cracking his back as he shook his head. "Give me some time, please. I've been running for hours, I'm amazed night hasn't fallen yet."

She nodded slowly as she sat on the log, leaning against the tree it had fallen against. "I suppose you do have some damn fine endurance for work, maybe not for running like that. I forgive you. Alas, we can't stay here long, maybe fifteen minutes, tops. They almost certainly heard the blast and will have dogs out for you. So do your thing, go get a drink or something, and we can continue on to your safe haven, you've go a full day of walking ahead if you want to be free."

Atlas grunted and ran his hand through his mane before turning his back to her. He shimmied the waist leather down a bit and cradled himself as his sheathe unfolded, flesh steaming profusely as he relieved himself.

Valencia leaned to the side to get a better look around his wide hips; she could see his pink and black speckled flesh with the steam of sweat pouring off it and into the gentle fog of the forest. She licked her muzzle as he tail began to wag. "You know, Atlas, I have a proposition."

"Yeah? What's that?" He didn't even turn to look at her, the gentle splashing of his piss forming a foamy puddle in the crack of the earth between two rocks and a thick branch.

"When I said I'd let you go, and you asked what I wanted in return, I said I didn't want anything."

"Yep." he sighed, sensing he was about to be drafted into something he almost certainly wanted to avoid.

"Well, I meant it. I don't expect or need anything from you. However, I know you've been pent up at that farm for years, and I'm sure you've been longing for some sort of companionship other than the wrinkled pink bags of flesh that called you their own. Tell me, Atlas, would you be willing to let me borrow some of your flesh in exchange for a few minutes of your time."

The heavy horse shook himself of the last drops before turning around to look at her. "What exactly are you talking about?" His sheathe was still glistening with sweat and musk from being bound in the leathers as his member slipped back up into itself.

"You've relieved yourself, now let me give you a release. I'm sure you'd love to see what it's like for that meat of yours to be handled by someone other than yourself. Just let me...." She paused to hop off the log, crouching down on one knee in front of him as she wrapped her long, thin wing-digits around his hips. "Let me help you." her long, thick tongue snaked out of her muzzle and poked at the thick, heavy wrinkles of his sheathe.

He looked down at her, massive hands on her shoulders as he was about to push her away, too shy and ashamed to let her touch him that way. As his gaze met hers, he noticed images swirling in her eyes, like reflections of another world telling him a story. It was him, powerful atop a mountain with a flag waving behind him. It was another powerful mare standing beside him, fondling the massive orbs that hung between his bare legs. It all swirled into a mess of images and ideas before sparkling gently, like stars in her eyes before he had to stop himself from leaning forward and falling onto her.

She smiled a devious smile and stood up straight, never letting her eyes leave his as she used her thumb and forefinger to reach into his sheathe, digging around until she found the tip buried deep within. The hybrid woman whispered gently at him as her fingers continued to tug and massage his flesh, "That's right, Atlas. Don't be shy, let it all out. Don't mind my invasion of your mind, if I wanted you to, you'd dance on your head. But don't worry, I won't make you do anything you don't want."

With him under her spell, his sheathe dropped heavily, cock unravelling and unfolding on itself until the very tip was down somewhere between his knees, the weight of his thick in her palm. She lifted it up onto her shoulder so it slumped over her neck, the blue gems of her fiery braids clanging and tickling at the flesh. "There we go, that's more like it."

Atlas just grunted at her, still locked eye to eye as the images in her irises continued to swirl and reform with remarkable frequency. While he was lost in her trance, he was still fully aware of his surroundings and the situation, but like an exhausted worker slipping into the delirium of an early onset dream, he was accepting the surrealism of the situation and he surrendered to it, enjoying it for what it was rather than decrying it for what it wasn't.

She leaned forward, tongue prodding at the base of his member as his tip half slouched over her shoulder, fingertips tickling at the heavy orbs between his legs in the soft, tender flesh connected to the base of his sheathe. She gave him a gentle fondle, enjoying the weight of his flesh in her palm.

Atlas grunted as his hips shifted forward, cock slipping over her shoulder and falling between them as it grew thicker and more firm with every rapidly passing heartbeat. Before long, he was at full mast, the head aimed up over her head as it dripped fluids on her forehead. He was clearly aroused, and he wanted it.

He also had a lot to give. Clearly pent up and a slave to his lack of release.

Not wanting to give up on him or leave him wanting, she wrapped her long, batty digits around his length and pulled him down so that it was at her maw height. She gave the tip a gentle kiss and slipped her tongue out to share some deep intimacy with his drooling orifice. Crude and not quite what he wanted, but it was certainly something she liked to try. Her other friends loved it when she gave a passionate, tonguey kiss to their cock.

Instead, Atlas pulled away and grabbed onto her hair, holding her maw in place. She looked up with a grin and lapped at the underside of his shaft again, soaking up more of his sweet precum as she anticipated the dominant studly behaviour she was hoping to elicit.

"Don't be a bitch, be a stallion, Atlas. Go on, take what you want from me. I can take it as well as I give." She bit gently at the soft flesh around the rim of his uninflated glans with her braids still firmly held in place by his massive hand. His palm was so big it nearly wrapped around her cranium, and that excited her. She loved it when they got rough, made it feel more passionate.

Valencia mentally conveyed this information to her slave stud with the look in her eyes that instructed him to carry on, and to go wild.

He did.

She was deliberately trying to coax the sensual beast within the stallion, but she didn't quite dig deep enough into his mind to know what primal, bestial fantasies he'd have. Turns out, they were a bit rougher than she was expecting.

Atlas kept a hold of her many braids and picked her right up off the ground to set her on the fallen log, exposing her plump lips to his shaft. He held her down with one hand and aimed his cock tip at her opening, smearing the precum and fluids produced by his tip all over her, gumming up her fur. Only a few strokes passed before he bucked into her, the blunt tip of his manhood pressing against her lips, only to push her back over the log.

She giggled a bit, disappointed he couldn't quite slip into her. His cock was, after all, bigger around than her leg and almost as big around as her own belly over her hips. She wanted it - she had magics to alter her body to accommodate any size within reason - but she didn't have time to prepare herself before the primal beast grabbed her by the neck, flipped her over, and pressed her back against the log.

Valencia was prone on her back with her head craned over the side of the log she was on as he held her down, one hand on her neck, the other on his member. He pushed into her teeth until she parted her jaws, letting him slip into her gullet.

He had a wonderful taste - an aromatic mix of sweaty masculinity and the sweetness that came from a vegetarian diet of hay and apples - but that didn't stop her from gagging. Within a split second of his soft flesh slipping into her maw, he pushed forth, massive shaft spreading the softness of her throat and bulging her form out from chin to chest.

"GLPHGPH!" She gagged, a full body heave that clenched all her muscles down tight around him, but that only urged him to continue. He wrapped both hands around her throat for tightness as he began to thrust rhythmically, each powerful attack slipping his cock deeper and deeper into her.

The powerful meat that was resting in her belly was making her feel like she had to throw up. She couldn't breathe and his hands were firm around her throat as he used her like a fuck toy. His powerful fingers held her gullet tight around him as he bucked into her, balls slapping at her snout.

She loved it, but not being able to breathe was certainly getting the better of her. She started flailing her limbs - both legs and wings - until he stopped thrusting and her wing fingers wrapped around his massive, muscular hips. HE seemed done, but that meant.... "HHHHNGPLRK!" She felt her belly distend as his flare inflated within her, spewing a torrent of cum into her belly. Most of it stayed in her, the natural swallowing motions keeping it inside her digestive system, but some escaped up her esophagus, through her snout, out her jaws beside his cock, and all into one messy pile underneath her head.

A few seconds later, she could feel his twitching climaxes slow down and his member shrink and writhe into nothingness in her. The bulge in her throat shrunk and the remaining cum oozed out over the roof of her mouth and between her teeth to mess up her facial fur before dripping into the moss beneath her.

As soon as he let go of her throat, she rolled over onto her side and coughed heartily, ejecting spatters of stud cum from her lungs and pipes, regaining her composure. She looked back up at him and tried her best to turn her hypnotic charm back on him, but he instead just smiled at her, the corners of his lips and the long whiskers that dangled over either side of his chest splaying out a bit. "Sorry." he gruffly apologized, but his look told her he wasn't sorry at all.

He was a stallion without experience, so she didn't mind that he only got a few thrusts in before finishing up. It was the fact he felt it right to force her down and clutch her throat that upset her a bit. After a few more meek coughs, she glared at him and stood up on the log so that she was almost eye to eye with him. "I don't mind you using me as a fuck toy, Atlas, in fact I request it again, but next time let me breathe, mmkay? I've got a few tricks to accommodate you, so just bit a bit more patient and you'll fill my womb with all your seed, okay?" She had the magics to make him weep if she so needed, but the part of her mind that was always prodding at the minds around her was deeply entrenched in the crevasse of Atlas's brain between emotion and reason, and she got the distinct impression it was a one-time-only deal, so she let it go.

"Good, I'm glad to see you enjoyed yourself. Fifteen minutes are up, let's go. Got a full day's trek ahead of us. Let's go," She spread her wings and took to the skies, licking her muzzle as she did so.

Atlas followed her shadow, not even bothering with the leathers he'd left behind in the clearing.