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Forcing Obedience

Part Three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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A continuation of the stories set in a futuristic dystopia where a tyrant king has taken over, capturing and forcing the rebels to submit to his reign…

Continued from part two (part three is the final part)…

Several years later, after the quashing of the rebellion…

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Hika, a stunning black stallion, grunted as he mounted a bay mare who suited his size, breeding her with long, deep strokes of his huge shaft. The sloppy thrusts had her bracing, legs splaying out a little more, though no one was going to stop him from taking his pleasure in that way, the squeal of breeding delight that broke his lips and nostrils in a quivering whinny.

As the spurts of cum poured into her, he stayed over her back, though the man turned stallion knew then how to take more of his weight over his back hooves. He more touched her sides for balance than anything else, a skilled stud and breeder, snorting, trembling, his nostrils quivering with delight. The mare under him was beautiful, one that he had taken before, but they would nuzzle and share tender moments afterwards, even if he did not understand why there were so many watchful eyes on them.

There was a crowd, however, people watching among anthros, out in the park. He was on the end of a lead rope, being paraded for everyone to see, but the mare had been one who had pulled the tyrant's carriage – a grand affair, to say the least. The parkland was full of those with wealth and power, forgetting the weak ones that had had to be set aside for his twisted utopia, but Hika knew none of them, seeing nothing more.

Sometimes, his mind still pulled for the humanity that had been ripped from him, but, well…it was easier even for him to go along with it most of the time. It helped his mind stay as a horse, not as a man, not as the leader that he had once been.

He finished inside the mare, slowly pulling back as a huge slop of seed poured from her. He had bred her more than once, but that was all he could manage as a feral horse, his cock still flared at the head and drooling cum. But the massive load that he had dumped into her could not be contained as it practically slurped from her still winking vulva, the mare in the traces of the carriage, though not hooked up between the shafts. Another human held her, the carriage balanced and kept safe by others, but everyone had gathered to watch the show, not to worry about things like that.

That there were others around, well… That did not bother Hika, not like it had when he had pushed back against his animal nature, soon after the initial transformation. That had been something else, a very different time, a time that he no longer felt was relevant to him. He did not remember being born as a horse, yet it was perfectly normal even then to mate out in the open, with people watching, the parkland and trees stretching out around him.

An anthro white lion walked by his hooves like a dog, sniffing, but Hika was called by the needs of his body, moving his hind legs apart a little and bracing while some allowed him room. It was perfectly normal to urinate where he was, snorting, grunting, letting his body relieve itself.

“Look at you… The one who defied me more than anyone else."

The tyrant king stood before him, stroking his moustache, a grin on his face that could not be hidden by any sleight of hand.

“My people – do not care for his display!" He spread his arms, obvious taunting Hika, begging his willing audience to come in closer. “He is a mere beast, there is no man left in there! It cannot control itself like us civilised souls."

They laughed, but Hika only snorted and shook himself off as the crowd bellowed their mirth. Some of the men even slapped their thighs, even if the ladies were more polite, an anthro lioness watching the display with particular interest.

The white lion trotted up, still on all fours, lifting his hind legs as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Without a care for the horse, he peed on Hika's hoof, a stream of urine hissing and splattering forth, which only made the crowd laugh all the more.

“Look at that!"

“He knows his place!"

The jeers, however, did not affect Hika or Greyin, the white lion-dog blinking back at them and yawning, sitting on his backside as he posed there, by his master's side. He was there to put on a show, a display, his tail lifted, wagging, for he had been told that his master had prepared a treat for him. He did not know what it was or when it would appear, but if there was one human word in his limited doggy vocabulary, “treat" was one of the most important ones of all.

The tyrant king stepped to the side, pointing at an anthro doll, something that looked like a stallion, though it was not finely put together. One did not have to consider such fineries when it came to a dog like Greyin, only when those fineries would be something to benefit the owner too.

The white lion chuffed and lifted his head, eyes gleaming. Oh, could he? Was that for him? His cock slipped out, his chastity released, though the cage was no longer something obvious, meshing his cock with electrical pulses that were invisible to the naked eye. But he knew it was there and very much when it wasn't there, his cock pushing out, swelling with blood, aching, throbbing, a hard-on for all to see.

That there were others around… He blinked at them, panting lightly, his tongue lolling out, fluttering with every breath. That didn't bother him. It couldn't bother him, not when there were so many other things to do, to smell, to enjoy – especially with his master there with him! And his master was the most important thing of all to him, a man with power, a man that he adored passionately with every last bit of his heart and soul.

“Dog…"

He snapped to attention with a low “wuff". Yes! Yes, he was ready! He would obey! The horse beside him, his cock still hanging out, watched curiously, ears pricked.

“Mount!"

Ohhh, he knew what that meant! There was nothing else that that could possibly mean as he barked and launched himself towards the anthro horse doll, his cock jabbing and thrusting before his mind had even caught up with the rampant actions of his body.

To thrust and to fill… There was a hole for him to grind into and he slammed into it as if he had not gotten off at months, head turning back and forth a little, the soft folds of fabric caressing his cock as he thrust and thrust. But Greyin was more interested in fucking the doll than anyone watching him, hitching it up onto his legs as he knelt there, walking on his paws and knees, trapped forever on all fours as the anthro turned into a pet dog.

It was not a conventional position for a dog to fuck, the anthro's doll-head facing him as the doll lay on its back, but no one cared about that. No, not at all, not as he drove into it, dragging it up, his fingers kept together as if he had as much dexterity there as a dog that walked naturally on all fours. They could be wiggled, but he could not use them like he had used his hands before, hitching up the doll as much as possible for him to thrust.

The doll bounced, soft arms flying everywhere, driving the audience to laugh and laugh, though nothing was going to stop Greyin. He was there to fuck, to get his high, to breed it and mount it until his master said otherwise. Obeying his master was the only thing that mattered, the only thing that would matter to him for the rest of his life, meeting his needs even while the need to cum remained with him day in and day out, what with the dildo permanently shoved up under his tail.

Greyin, however, could not pin his tail down as he mated like a dog in the park out in the open. It was one of few things left to him that could have preserved his dignity in some way, but he held it up, lifted, showing off the most private of places to his master and anyone that cared to look. Although his balls were large and full of cum brimming over, begging to be spent, he did not match up to the stallion, though it was just as well that he did not understand the language of humans and anthros on the air, for it was full of mockery.

Hika snorted, waiting, the stallion beside the mare, though not with enough energy to mount her again. Yet the lion-dog kept thrusting and thrusting, driving into the doll as he even rolled onto his side as if he too no longer possessed the strength to even stay upright, feral lust overcoming him. Greyin knew nothing else, thrusting and thrusting, pleasure swarming him, every thrust pushing him closer and closer to orgasm. Of course, he never once clamped his tail down or let it lower in the slightest, letting everyone see just how his balls bounced, the most carnal form of his lust on show to everyone.

They mocked him, jeered, laughed at him, and yet he knew none of it, which was just as well. On his side in the damp, morning grass, the lion-dog hugged the anthro doll to him and barked happily as he fucked it, using the leverage of his body to drive in over and over again. There seemed to be no end for him as the dildo vibrated and buzzed away against his prostate – more than enough for him to get off by. But that was not why he was thrusting, humping and grinding, slamming into the doll as if there was nothing else there for him, mindless and slamming, grinding, humping.

He didn't need to be anything else but what he was, all prior cares falling away, forgetting what he had been, who he had been. He thrust and thrust, grinding in, his hips working like a little piston. His cock was sealed away, mostly, within the anthro doll as he pounded it for all he was worth, panting heavily, though the orgasm he chased could not stay out of reach, not forever.

He needed it too badly, whimpering and whining, forcing his body on, delirious with delight. Nothing could have stopped him from wagging his tail, keeping on, until that point of sweet release, his cock throbbing, balls churning, pleasure shooting through him as he sent spurt after spurt of sweet divinity straight into the doll.

It didn't matter that people were pointing, watching, a horse beside him, watching with interest, his cock still out and drooping. All that mattered was that Greyin got what he needed, everything he needed. He had to thrust and thrust as he spent himself, panting heavily, not in his anthro mind but only the mind of a dog, his hips juddering, working, pumping harder and faster against the anthro doll even through the peak of orgasm.

He was not aware that he had been a bodyguard before, an assassin. All Greyin knew was pleasure, obedience to his master, how he was expected to behave as a dog. It was all he knew, all he needed, barking happily, wagging his tail. He was a dog, only a dog, withdrawing from his anthro mount with his tail wagging, perked up nice and high for his master.

All he had to do was to show off all he had to offer, every last bit of himself, showing his loyalty to his master by lifting his tail.

All was right with the world, those captured by the tyrant king given a second chance, even if they differed in their opinions as to whether that was a true second chance or not. The fact of the matter was that they never had a say in that sort of thing ever again.

Forced obedience came at a price, after all.

Greyin barked, “standing up" on his back legs to bat playfully at Hika's nose while the stallion snorted distrustfully. Their audience laughed.

They didn't know any different.

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