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Feudal Obligations

By mid-afternoon, the Baron's representative would be here.

It was hard to accept the reality that had been occupying my mind for the past month. I tried, I really tried to live up to my obligations, but no matter how hard I denied it, I could not avoid catching a glance at the withered wheat out the window that littered my field.

There was no saving it now. The Elder suggested I close the shutters and ignore it, for there was nothing that could be done, but I felt ignoring my failure would be an even graver insult to our lords.

Grain in exchange for protection from predatory anthros. That had been the deal we made with the horses for millennia and not much had changed during that time. The horse lords were tough but fair, humanity was far too weak to protect itself and the horses were kind enough to take us under their shield in exchange for labor. They always lived up to their end of the bargain and we always tried to do so as well.

But this year there would be no harvest in my field. I did everything right but the year was lean and far too much of the year's problems took root in my field. The rest of the village was able to only barely pay off their taxes and there was none to spare to cover for my losses.

Off in the distance a row of spruce trees rattled in the wind, beckoning me to make a run for it across the field and into the depths of the forest. Perhaps I could have went into hiding? Lived a wild life free from both horse and wolf?

Try as I might, I could not work up the selfish urge to run away. The horses were big and strong, they needed a lot of food to maintain their army, and a failure to deliver demanded some kind of punishment. If I was not there to receive the punishment, the rest of the village would suffer.

Though I was not responsible for this crop failing, the village was even more innocent. Whatever the horses had in mind for me, I would suffer through it.

Our lords were tough but not cruel, I reminded myself. A human who failed to harvest food for the tax was put to work elsewhere for the benefit of our equine overlords. They were usually moved far away to join up with the army or take up residence in one of the lord's manors, though I knew not the exact details of their labors.

This might be the last time I would be able to enjoy this farmhouse. It had been on the family's tenancy for generations. Although the local Baron technically owned it along with its occupants, we considered it ours and were proud of its modest size. Wind and rain storms had failed to damage its dark wooden walls and nothing more than a tiny leak had ever crept in from the thickly thatched roof. It was a large farmhouse for just one man, perhaps it was inevitable that it would be decided it was too much for me alone.

Dark shadows cast themselves across the dried wheat long before I heard the heavy thumps of boots on dirt. I swallowed, nervously lifting a clay mug of water to my lips and sipping. They were here, it was time to pay the price for failure.

A brown horse came into view, red and white cloth trailing from the bridge of his long muzzle and draped over his shoulders, covering up metal armor hanging from his chest and hips. He grasped some wheat in one gauntleted hand and snorted.

Without turning to face me, he called out, “I assume you're the serf here? Come out."

Horses could see all around them without moving their heads. It was unnerving, but it was part of what made them such effective warriors, it was almost impossible to sneak up on one without them noticing.

I grabbed a bowl and rushed to the door, red apples rolling around in the bowl and threatening to spill onto the floor as I exited into the late summer warmth.

There was another horse there, leaning against the wall of my cottage. His fur was as white as snow and he wore light leather armor with a red crest sewn onto the chest depicting a beheaded wolf's head. Raked along the horse's muzzle were pink claw scars, just barely missing his light brown eyes. Long, silky hair with two rope-like braids trailed down from his mane across his face.

I might have gotten a bit distracted looking at the, and I'm not afraid to admit this, quite handsome horse. The toe of my boot caught itself in a gopher hole and I found myself slapped onto the ground in a flash.

Apples rolled from my bowl as I tried to collect myself. I was only able to lift myself to my knees and found myself staring up meekly at the towering brown horse before me, who sneered down at a red apple he had snatched before chomping into it.

“You have failed to live up to your obligations to your liege, serf," the Baron's messenger swallowed, “your case has been heard and judged. Do you have any last statements to make before I deliver the judgment?"

“I'm sorry," I lowered my head and stared at the leather boots covering up his hooves, “this year was rough and my crops withered despite my efforts. I wanted to live up to my duties but...if I could just have another chance..."

“We cannot take that risk," metal fingers ran through my hair, “if the army is not fed, we cannot protect you from the wolves. A human who cannot feed the army cannot be trusted with the land we lend them and it must be taken away."

“I..." tears welled up in my eyes, “...I've failed..."

“No, serf, you can still serve your lords," the horse cooed softly, “along with protecting you, we want to make sure every human is productive, no matter what."

“I can still make another harvest work! My family has been here for generations, I..." I bit my lip and lowered myself, kissing the horse's boot, “...I don't want to leave. I'm sorry, I..."

“Humans..." the brown horse snorted, “...so weak and emotional..."

My throat was sore. How could I argue with that? Here I was, crying because I couldn't grow a damned harvest while these horses risked their lives for us every day in our defense.

I hated being weak, but there was nothing I could do. We could never become as powerful as our overlords, why even bother?

“Your judgment has come. Please raise your head."

I looked up at the horse, still kneeling before him as was demanded by protocol. His face was stoic, betraying very little emotion, even for a horse.

“Sir Holyas has taken up the burden of your debt," the brown horse pointed an armored finger towards the white horse, who was still slouching against the cottage, “he will be the new tenant of this plot of land until he makes successful payment plans within the next few years and takes full ownership of the land with all the rights and privileges that entails."

Holyas took a few steps towards us, his thick arm muscles twitching as he casually flexed. There was a slight grin on his face, revealing a row of white, square teeth.

“You will remain here, tied to the land and its tenant," the brown horse continued, “you will do whatever Holyas orders so that this land can become profitable again and when Holyas takes ownership of the farm, you will remain a serf for life, blessed to serve a noble knight such as him."

I was the property of a proud equine knight now. I was not shocked, rather in a way, relieved, that I would be allowed to remain in my family's land, even if I was more of a slave than ever.

And there was something fascinating about that white horse as he slowly approached. I was so curious about his scars and tales of battle he might have. As far as servitude went, surely serving him would have been better than any of the more horrifying scenarios I had in mind, such as being sent to the army as a camp follower.

Holyas hand cupped my cheek and he forced me to look up at him. His white nostrils flared as he inhaled my scent heavily. I took in the smell of dried grass and sweat that was running from his body, it was an intensely masculine and domineering scent and I could already feel it beginning to stick to me from merely being in his presence.

“I'll take care of you, my pet," he whispered softly.

“So long as he obeys," the brown horse shot in.

“Yes," Holyas grinned, “but a bit of disobedience can be fun too..."

Holyas and the other horse talked for some time but I was rather numb from the day and caught very little of it. It was only when my new lord patted me on the shoulder that I got to my feet and was guided back towards my...his cottage.

“Sorry..." I whispered as Holyas pushed the door open, “...I haven't had time to clean."

“We'll have to train you better," Holyas chuckled and slapped me on the rear, pushing me inside.

I gasped and found myself sweating nervously as my lord grabbed a wooden chest and hauled it inside, thumping it on the ground, “Take off your clothes."

Blushing, I turned around with wide eyes.

“Come on..." Holyas snorted, “...don't play coy, you know what kind of an arrangement this is."

“I..."

I guess I knew. My greatest fear had been being sent off to the army camps or the palaces to be used as mere entertainment for our lords. It was all a fair part of our contract: if a human cannot provide food they can provide comfort and entertainment.

I didn't expect to be a toy in my own home though.

Not your home. Never was. You were only allowed to live via the grace of your overlords.

“Hey!" Holyas patted me on the shoulder and pulled me into his chest, the leather of his armor creaking.

“I'm sorry, my lord, I was...distracted..."

“I intend to use you as I have every right to, human," Holyas whispered and brushed his hand through my hair, “but I will also protect you just as any horse would protect his vassal..."

The tip of his nose brushed up against my ear as he sighed, “...And I can make sure you have some fun too...I can smell your curiosity..."

Curiosity or fear? Perhaps the horse knew better than me with his long nose. Myself, I could not tell. I was paralyzed, either with fear from having such a powerful creature be so directly controlling of me or curious as to just what kind of fun our overlords might be into.

Though the horses normally kept their distance, except for when we were raided to come to our aid, they had joined some of our festivals and had proven themselves quite randy and well-built. They had quite a pronounced silhouette in their crotch when they danced around a bonfire naked.

Submitting the last traces of freedom I had in exchange felt, in some ways, freeing as it was terrifying. This horse could take me if he wanted and had every right to, but letting him sparked a somewhat shameful part of my heart, a dark part that wanted myself to be on the bottom of the feudal hierarchy, shamelessly living as a lowly sex slave in exchange for comfort and pleasure.

There was no escape from this, so why not submit?

I shifted backwards and tucked my arm under the strong horse's embrace, undoing the lace around the neck of my tunic. I then reached towards the loop of rope around my trousers and untied it.

At this point, Holyas had taken notice and began taking my shirt off, exposing my thin body to the muscular knight. I flinched, imagining I looked absolutely weak and pathetic to the horse.

“You look beautiful," he whispered, running his palm down my sweaty, scrawny chest, “surprised the King himself didn't buy your ass."

I blushed against as Holyas turned and opened up the wooden chest. It was flattering, being desired in such a way, even as an object. No one had ever told me I was beautiful before.

“You're being too kind, my lord."

“I'm being honest," he snorted.

There was a rattle of metal chimes as Holyas pulled out a complicated series of belts from the trunk and turned around to face me with a lecherous grin across his lips.

“I'll help put this on..."

Holyas stepped behind me and before I could ask what he was doing, I felt rough leather wrap itself around my neck, followed by a metal clasp fastening itself into place. Holyas then placed a metal ring across my chest from which four leather straps extended.

“Gotta get my livestock harnessed before I can put them to work, you know..."

Another long strap hung from the back of the collar and Holyas stretched it down. I gasped as I felt a cold metal ring brush up against the inside of my rear cheeked as Holyas manuevered the belt around my balls before running it up to the metal ring on my chest. Finally, the horse strapped the four belts along the ring to the back of my harness.

All over me were metal fasteners that Holyas began inspecting and tightening. There was one on my back that caused the ring at my butt to tighten and I gasped, feeling quite vulnerable.

“You look so fucking sexy," Holyas flicked one of many gold coins hanging from the harness collar and a short chiming song rang out. “Too bad the mouth bit won't fit on you, but I think you're dressed for your new role quite well. Go fetch a basin, my hooves need washing."

Silently, I got up and grabbed a clay bowl before heading out of the cottage.

The local well was not too far away but it was extremely unlikely I'd be able to avoid being spotted by the villagers. I hadn't felt much shame when Holyas was dressing me up but there was a twinge of it upon thinking about my friends seeing just how far I had fallen.

I looked over the maze of straps and fasteners across my body. For a moment, I tried to see if I could loosen it somehow but every attempt I made just tightened it more.

I was such a pathetic human I couldn't even take a harness off…no wonder the horses ruled us.

There were, as expected, a lot of people hanging around the well, collecting drinking and washing water. They all went silent when they saw me approach, dressed like a draft animal. None of them uttered a word or dared laugh at my plight, but I could still feel their stares burning into me as I poured the bucket of water into the basin.

They all knew what our obligations held and the depths of shame it could create. None of them would shame me for it and each knew that if it hadn't been me, it could very easily have been one of them. It would be a lean year for food, there was no sense in wasting energy mocking others for failing.

We were all part of this system and there was no escaping it. The least we could do was make it easier for others.

Upon arriving back home, I mixed in some soap with the water and soaked a cloth. Holyas was leaning back in a chair with his hooves extended, an eager grin on his mouth.

“Took long enough, human!" he whinnied. “Do that again and I might have to whip you."

“I'm s-"

“I'm kidding," the horse laughed, “now get to work or I'll have you whipped."

Once again, Holyas laughed and I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, so I immediately placed the bowl on the ground on got on my knees. The leather bindings around me creaked as I wrung out a wet cloth and gently grabbed one of his hooves.

I found myself fascinated by the hoof, running my finger along its smooth, hard surface and down around the foot pattern. White fur feathered around the top of the hoof, some of it was covered in dirt from a long day of work.

His scent was stronger down here. I could practically taste his earthy musk wafting from his crotch, which I could not help but notice was freed from his leather trousers he wore earlier. Holyas was very well-built indeed, if the size of the round sheath tucked up against his crotch was any indication.

Dabbing at the clumps of dirt along the hoof, I got a little bold and decided to speak.

“My lord, may I ask you something?"

“No need to ask!" Holyas extended his leg and caressed my cheek with his damp hoof. “Inquisitive humans are so cute!"

Blushing, I continued, “Why did you purchase my debt?"

Holyas reached towards one of the straps across my chest and pulled. Instantly, I felt the metal ring in my rear yank up, stretch, and I yelped.

“I think you know why, my little slave!"

“Y-yes, but..." I gasped. I was starting to enjoy the feeling of that ring stretching me out, “...you never met me before and what if you didn't...desire me?"

“Oh, I desire you, alright," Holyas wrapped two fingers around my collar and tightened it, “and I'll have you in a moment, don't you worry. It'll be fun."

There it was again, that feeling I couldn't quite place as fear or excitement. My heart raced as I tried to decide whether I was afraid of what this horse would do to me or desired that he do whatever he pleased in accordance with the contract.

“But to answer your question: I didn't expect anything from you," Holyas continued as I began shakily drying his hoof. “I wanted the land and was promised full ownership after a few years of tenant farming. A handsome human was just a bonus."

“They say you can work off the serfdom but..." I paused, “…don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for what your people do for us, protecting us from the wolves, but the feudal contracts...no one ever really breaks out of them."

“Well, yes, for humans it's rigged so that you'll always be in servitude. But I was given a different deal on account of my military service and being a horse."

“Right..." I closed my eyes. I felt so stupid, of course they would give one of their own a better deal. Horses deserved extra rights for the risk they put themselves in defending us, it was only fair, how could a stupid human like me even question it?

“I envy you humans," Holyas said wistfully, “you can live here in peace and serve without fear of violence. That's partly why I wanted to buy this plot of land, so I could retire from military service."

“But not as a serf like us."

Holyas' nostrils flared as he snickered, “Of course not. Humans serve and horses protect. That is still the same for our relationship, look at it as having your own personal knight."

Shifting in his seat, Holyas reached down to his crotch and began peeling back at his thick sheath. A rod peeked out, thick and black, and Holyas moaned.

“Speaking of which, I think it's time for you to pay your obligation to your new lord."

Pursing my lips, I stared, transfixed on the horse's cock. He was indeed, as well-built as his sheath implied. Much as a human could not hope to match a horse's strength, there was a clear superiority between the legs.

There was no thinking about it. I dropped the cloth into the basin and lowered my lips to the tip of his cock. Kissing and licking at its flat head, I paid tribute to my lord's cock, as if it were a holy idol.

There is no shame in worshiping that which is superior.

Holyas blessed me with a small bubbling of pre-cum that I eagerly accepted, anointing it on my lips, cheeks, and forehead. I was marked up now, any horse or anthro could smell who owned me, if the harness wasn't clear enough.

Neighing, Holyas grabbed me by the back of the head but before he could guide me to where he wished, I moved down towards those colossal balls of his. The ripe smell of sweat and musk was overwhelming as my tongue brushed up against his furry sack.

“Best purchase I've ever made," Holyas whinnied, rubbing his palm against my hair, “aren't you lucky, slave?"

I was. I was the luckiest human alive to have been rewarded for my mistakes. Any fear I had of Holyas was gone and I felt safer than I ever had before.

No longer alone.

As tough as the horses were, they cared and wanted to take care of us.

I felt very grateful and wanted to return the favor.

Holyas pulled me by the hair and I cooperated, it didn't hurt at all. I was raised up until my face was inches away from the tip of his long snout. Hot air shot of his large nostrils against my face, carrying the scent of wheat. There was nothing else in the world but him and his property.

Leaning forward, I kissed him on the lips and the horse reciprocated, puckering up those thick lips of his and forcing his tongue into my mouth. He wrapped one thick arm around my back, embracing and pinning me against his chest with no hope of breaking out.

Not that I'd want to. Why would I ever want to escape?

Humanity was safe under the equine hoof.

Something hard poked up against my rear. It was slick and wet. Holyas pulled against my straps and I felt the ring inside my rear chafe.

Drool trailed from Holyas' lips as he pulled away from my face. I rubbed at one of his braids as he nuzzled my cheek.

“I want to take you, slave."

The ring's purpose made perfect sense now. Had I still been afraid, I might have protested, showed my gracious lord some resistance.

But I was no longer afraid and his cock was a thing of wonder. I would be blessed to have a noble horse cock enter me.

“Take me," I whispered, rubbing my anus against the tip of his cock, “fuck me. Fill me up with your seed."

“Hmm," Holyas groaned, “maybe I'm going a bit too fast for you, slave."

“Please, my lord," I moaned, “I want you to take me. Treat me like a pathetic servant. Enjoy your property."

“If my serf insists..."

My ass tingled as his warm cock slipped through my stretched anus, initially with almost no effort. Only when his head was fully inside me and his thick shaft reached me did it begin to ache.

Holyas flared his nostrils, gritting his teeth as he held me by the shoulder and forced me lower on his cock. Deep inside, where the head lurked, I felt a growing tightness, likely from his head flaring, as I had heard they do on horses.

“Humans are so tight..." Holyas grunted, sweat dripping down his brow as he pushed himself in.

“And horses are so big..." I whispered back, “...so strong...so perfect..."

“We were made for each other..." Holyas nipped me firmly on the neck, forcing me to gasp and go limp in his strong arms, “...lord and servant..."

“Forever..."

Confessing eternal submission, Holyas took that as a prompt to thrust with all his might. Pain spread through my abdomen and I winced, hissing with pain.

“Hang in there, slave..."

Holyas guided me, helping me up and down on his lap, taking his thick log the whole while. The pain started to subside, replaced with a strange sort of pleasure spiking inside my abdomen. My head went light and I found myself unable to move, helpless before Holyas' assault.

Thankfully, the horse was strong enough for both of us, taking control as his helpless human went limp.

While Holyas thrust and grunted, I pretended I had resisted. That Holyas had managed to tame me with the sheer force of his strength and cock, rendering me limp and unable to resist further. Becoming a good, loyal human like I was always meant to be.

Too bad, it was almost enticing, but he had my loyalty, my service.

My lord leaned in, forcefully kissing me as he continued fucking me. I tasted his sweat dripping down the bridge of his muzzle. I tried to embrace him back but I was still paralyzed, helpless.

Just the way I liked it.

There was little dissent towards the horses aside from grumbling at the tavern over takes. Most seemed to accept the protection of our equine overlords without much fuss, though begrudgingly.

Perhaps if every human had a master like Holyas, they would not even grumble. Protecting us from the wolves was noble enough but Holyas provided a more personal touch that made me feel personally protected.

Holyas's cock began to shudder and I squeezed my cheeks, flexing against his cock as his thrusts intensified. We both moaned, screaming in ecstasy as we kissed.

His cum shot into me with the force of a ballista. Perhaps it was only Holyas' powerful arms that kept me anchored. Hot semen leaked out of my ass as it ran out of room inside me.

Holyas pulled me into his chest and I rested my head against it, inhaling his salty musk.

My own cock was rock hard but I had no right to demand my lord to finish me off. Holyas seemed to read my mind though.

“Keep serving me well enough and perhaps I'll reward you," Holyas nuzzled against my cheek and flicked the tip of my cock with his finger, “but for now, I think it's time we tie you up for the night."

“Oh..." I closed my eyes, “...did I do something wrong?"

“I desire to bind you," Holyas bit me on the neck against with his powerful teeth, “and you shall be bound, nothing more."

I arched my back as Holyas clenched his teeth on my skin. Gasping, I spoke, “Anything for you..."

Holyas stood up, his cock slipping out of my rear and spilling a torrent of cum onto the floor. Cradling me in his arms, he carried me towards the ladder and climbed it, placing me atop the soft fur bedroll I had up there.

Grabbing a coil of rope I had stored away, Holyas grabbed me by the wrists, looping the rope around it into a knot before tying it to a support beam. My arms were above my head and I could not move aside from slightly rolling a bit, but it was oddly comfortable.

“You just stay here, slave," Holyas kissed me on the forehead, “I'll let you get some rest."

“Thank you, my lord."

“I'll be back later to join you."

A heavy weight on my neck and face awoke me from my slumber. Upon opening my eyes, a white, brushy tail slapped me across the face. Holyas' muscular ass was resting against my face, the horse showing enough restraint to only apply enough pressure without hurting me.

“Is my human awake?" Holyas whispered.

“Yes, my lord," I shivered. It was cold.

Chuckling, Holyas spun around and leaned back, showing off his naked body. He kicked a leg forward gently, catching me in the face with the flat of a hoof and I responded as I had been taught, to show tribute with my lips and tongue.

After expressing my love of his hoof, he pushed my head back against the loft, digging into my face with his hoof. I was helpless, so helpless…

And I loved it.

Shivering, I continued to express my undying loyalty and love to the horse. I was his human and wanted to be his human forever, nothing more.

“Is my human cold?" Holyas asked, rubbing the sole of his hoof into my cheek.

“Y-yes, my lord," I gasped as Holyas' hand gripped my cock, “winter is coming and it's growing cold out."

“Pathetic," Holyas lightly kicked me in the cheek and rolled over, crawling atop me. His short furs were warm as they tickled my chest, “how did you humans survive for so long without fur? Without us to keep you warm?"

“We didn't..." I gasped and Holyas wrapped his arms around me, pinning my back against his chest. I felt weak and small, in the best possible way, as he held me from behind, “...we suffered until you saved us..."

“Always glad to protect our charges," Holyas nuzzled my cheek and purred.

Days and months had passed with us like this. Each day was a new source of joy, a day devoted to serving a powerful horse's every whims with no other responsibilities. It was relaxing and refreshing, if only every human could have such a relationship.

“Sowing season will be coming after winter," I whispered.

Holyas snorted, “Guess I'll have to start putting you to real work. Have to turn this place around for the tithe."

“What if we can't? Last year..."

“Don't worry, if you're too weak to work the land, I'll help out," Holyas grabbed me by the collar and constricted my throat. “Gotta admit though, I'm eager to see you pulling a plow with this harness on."

“Pulling a plow...myself?"

“You think this harness is just for fun?" Holyas laughed. “Gotta use my livestock for more than just sex."

Somehow, the image of me toiling under the hot sun, pulling a heavy plow across the fields while my lord sat on a chair, admiring me from the shade, was enticing. I was little more than a slave, a piece of livestock for this horse, with no expectations except what I can offer and comfort him with.

My cock was growing hard at the thought of this. Even toiling in the dirt was enough to make me excited to serve my master.

Destiny had blessed me, taught me the glory of servitude.

I adored serving Holyas.

I loved him.

“We're..." I cleared my throat, “...I'm still going to service you sexually though, my lord?"

“Oh, without question."

I leaned into Holyas' back, feeling warm and safe despite the cooling air. I had everything I wanted and it took me losing everything to get it.

I closed my eyes with a smile, drifting off to sleep.