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Broken

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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Hika's punishment was not over when he was transformed into the big, black stallion, oh no. That would have been too easy, even if the tyrant king truly believed that he was giving the rebels, even the leader of them, a better life for transforming them into what he saw as nothing more than livestock. He gave them all simpler lives, easier lives, where they could all fit into his grand plan of a new, greater world, a world where those that supported him thrived and everyone else fell into like.

Just like Greyin.

Just like Hika.

Just like everyone who had ever opposed him.

Hika, however, did not know that, not as he rested in the holding pen, thoughtfully chewing hay. His mind was quiet and calm, seeing no worry and no trauma in the world that he was in, perfectly comfortable exactly where he was. There was nothing to concern him, however, in a quiet, cool barn, though it was attached to a laboratory-like facility that his warped mind did not understand. Not when they were able to control his level of intelligence and awareness at will, toying with his mental capacity whenever they wanted.

Maybe it was better for Hika to just think that he was a horse and no more than that. Then he didn't have any wider knowledge of the world and what was happening around him. Slowly, however, the nanobots working away inside him, keeping his body strong and fit and healthy even as he aged, woke him up. They were minuscule, advanced technology, always present in his mind so that they could be sent signals remotely, the equine always controlled.

“Nnngghhh…"

He blinked, eyelids fluttering. Where was he? Oh, in the barn, that was okay, a small, fenced area set up for him, though it was not a big barn.

He shook his head, mane flopping from one side of his shiny neck to the other, strong muscle and power flowing through him. Yes, all was well there, all was very well, and the stallion chewed thoughtfully.

He remembered a little, the nanobots having woken him up, but his equine instincts could not see his past, when he had been fighting back against the tyrant king, as a threat. A threat was a mountain lion stalking him: not guns and firing. His equine mind, that part of his mind that had grown in his time as livestock, did not know to fear those things, even if the sounds could have been quite startling.

But he knew enough as his eyes fixed on the screen before him, something twisting in the pit of his stomach. It was as if, briefly, he was human again, though something in Hika baulked from his old human nature, the times when things had been a lot harder. He had to fight against his own nature, two halves of one self battling back and forth, wanting to be human again and yet not wanting to leave the quiet, peaceful equine life behind.

Hika, however, didn't get all that much of a chance to consider his option before a TV screen, set on the wall beyond his moderate pen, flickered to life.

What was that? He grunted in the back of his throat, nostrils fluttering as he made a very stallion-like noise, kind of a chuffing whinny that seemed to tremble down his throat too. That was odd but it was kind of comforting too as he shook his head, his long, flowing tail swishing back and forth back and forth.

He had enough of his human mind, at that moment, to tell that there was another horse on the screen – and not because he could hear them nickering. Another black horse pranced across the screen in a round pen that seemed to be next to a big, green paddock that contained a meadow and, in the distance, some trees. Hika nickered a greeting to them without even thinking about it, arching his neck. But what was he watching?

“Are you ready to watch your son, Hika?"

Hika pulled back, nostrils flaring. Son? Did he have a son? He didn't know, not truly, but…there was something there, a pull towards the other horse on the screen, though it was a familial one, a bond that made him want to protect the horse. Maybe there was a part of his mind that was blanked out at that time – yet Hika didn't get a chance to dig into that any more than he already had.

The show was going to go on without him, regardless of whether or not he was watching intently. The horse on the screen, his son, seemed to pull back against his handlers, neighing, though Hika could not quite tell, when his equine brain had been forced to pull back at that time, whether it was from fear or excitement. The stallion certainly was worked up as he plunged and bucked but, with an anthro handler on either side of his bridle, they had him well enough in hand to control.

No…

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Something in Hika pulled and, dimly, he was aware of what was going to happen, registering it in the back of his mind without actively putting it to words. It was as if those words were suddenly out of reach for him as he watched his stallion son forced in closer and closer to a non-anthro mare: a spotted Appaloosa with black spots on a white body.

His son fought them, even though his sheath plumped out with his cock, betraying the rebellious need of his body even when his mind, clearly, did not want to do what they were forcing him to do. Hika did not need to be told that the mare that he was being forced in close to was another one of the tyrant king's transformed charges, that she had once been a woman. Yet he could not have told anything of her life, not in that moment, and, to Hika's son, the son whose name he could not pull from his mind, the mare was just that: a mare.

She was nothing more than a mare and Hika's son was just a stallion, a stallion whose cock was already sliding out and dropping. And all Hika could do was watch on in horrified arousal. His cock fleshed out his sheath and he shook himself bodily, chewing and licking, trying to get it to go away – yet it would not. His body had been honed and primed to want things like that, to push into arousal as if it was the only thing that mattered, panting heavily, flanks shuddering, need coursing through thick and fast with furious intent.

His son peeled his upper lip back from his teeth, sifting through the mare's scents as she braced her hind legs and urinated. The hot stream splashed into the dry ground, marking her hind legs a little, though the stallion didn't seem to be focusing on that. Even as Hika's son pulled back and yanked at the leather straps attached to his bridle, as if the reins had been detached at the buckle in the middle, there was no escaping for him.

Like all the others who had gone before him, he would fall prey to the whims of the tyrant king, trying and failing to draw back from the mare. Hika knew that his son was “going" even before it happened, before he reared up onto his hind legs to mount the beautiful, glossy mare. He could see, from the screen, just how his son's cock was jerking and slapping up against his underbelly with every contraction of his abdominal muscles, though his son could no more hold back against the new instincts of his body than he could have held back against the sweeping waves of an oncoming tide.

It happened in a blur, the stallion scrabbling and kicking up dust – and then Hika's son was up and over the mare's back, forelegs resting lightly, thrusting and jabbing. There was no finesse to how he thrust, though there was fight in him too, as if he was trying to pull back, to stop, to find some way to make it all stop.

SCHLOP!

The sound was one familiar to Hika, making him bob his head, twisting in horrified arousal at what was playing out before him. His cock throbbed and pulsed as if he was going to cum on the spot, although he didn't have to consider his own orgasm, not at that time. Even though, in the back of Hika's mind, there was the pull towards a mare, wanting a mare, craving a mare, even licking his lips and stomping a little.

He should have had a mare for himself too!

Yet he was forced to watch, caught between terror for his son and insidious arousal, not knowing what to do with either. It was wrong, so very wrong, but his son rammed deep into the mare and Hika snorted. Deep inside him…a part of him was proud of his son for breeding the mare so strongly, for showing her just what the power of a stallion was for.

“Thomas is doing well, do you not think, Hika?"

That voice again… Hika's ears twitched. He knew the voice, coming over the video feed, but he couldn't place it. His mind just wasn't “there" enough for that, oh no. He chomped at an imaginary bit and stomped, throwing his head up as his cock twitched and flexed.

More, he needed more, even if he didn't understand, didn't want to understand. His son's cock powered into the mare, ragged stroke after stroke, more than enough of his smooth, dark-skinned cock disappearing into her sex to ensure that she was seeded full.

Thomas… His son… He did not even recognise the name.

“But Thomas is no longer." There was the voice again. “He is Spirit now. And that name suits him much better."

Hika grunted and lowered his head. The nanobots could affect his mind in weird and wonderful ways, though Hika didn't know quite how. But he did know that his cock was thickening up at the tip, the flare bulging out, orgasm spurting from him even though he was not buried inside a mare at that time or even masturbating.

Had he been that aroused at the show? Heat burned through him, his skin twitching as if he was trying to shake off imaginary flies. No, no, no… No, that could not be!

He groaned deeply, watching his son succumb, finally giving in to the breeding need as he neighed out his triumph, seeding the mare. With every hot spurt of cum that Thomas, or Spirit, shot into the ready and willing mare, he lost a little of the shine of intelligence in his eyes. Reduced, by his own nanobots and chemical concoctions, to a dimmer, softer level of intelligence, where the fight could go out of him and where he no longer had to push back as he had been for so exceedingly long.

Hika's son could relax, draped over the mare and snorting softly in a flutter of nostrils as he leaned into her gratefully. Yet Hika's torment was not over, panting heavily in the aftermath of his orgasm, splatters of thick cum marking the ground under his body.

His son… Broken… Like him?

And yet it was far, far worse than just that.

Hika didn't know that everything was going on outside his barn and that he would have that part of his memory wiped, all so that he could experience the shocked arousal of watching his son be broken, again and again, through different scenarios. For, the next time it happened, his handlers would set him up, tied up, in a pen next to his son and another mare, watching Hika's son spread the virility of his seed far and wide. No more than a broken horse, he would neigh and spend his seed, proud to have his father watching, his long, flowing, black tail flagged proud and high for the pleasure of anyone who cared to watch him.

Broken, trapped, toys for the tyrant king: the stallions would live for far longer than the span of their natural lives…