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Things weren't going all that well for Heiken in the preceding weeks. As a general in Talba's royal guard - the elite team of warriors tasked with protecting the castle in the midst of a war - he was growing increasingly frustrated at the decisions of the few he called his superiors. The King and Queen were both pacifists, preferring to hunker down in their thrones and concentrate their forces around the capitol rather than send them out to meet the enemies at the border.

This stallion was known for his offensive tactics, his skill in commanding an army to trample over any who would oppose him or his kingdom. He wasn't the best at defensive strategies, yet he was tasked with erecting defenses around the city. Heiken wasn't sure if this was malice or ignorance, but either way it was nourishing a sense of disillusionment with his leaders.

Rather than rebel or outwardly confront the queen, he just decided it was in his best interest to let his underlings do their job. The men he put in charge of the defense were intelligent and capable of handling the tasks put towards him, and it allowed him the free time to do whatever it was he wanted. Instead of causing a fuss, he just decided to focus on himself, to enjoy life before the encroaching armies descended on the metropolis surrounding Castle Arrenthen.

"Tell me more, general." One of the whores cooed at him, caressing his cheek with a single finger as she pressed her breasts to his shoulder. Heiken was in a brothel, enjoying the company of a few ladies that were equally curious about his stallion bits as he was eager to get a taste of the moisture between their legs.

The quadruped stallion tended to prefer other quadruped partners, but there was a certain taboo that tickled his fancy from time to time about being with two-legged ladies. This particular brothel catered to both and had both forms of ladies, but he liked to have the pleasures of both. He shook off his mane and stood tall, his massive form dwarfing the female feline. "There's not much more to say. When they fell into my trap, they thought they had won. I presented them with what looked like a weak regimen, then when they went to attack, the other three groups attacked from the sides and behind. We came from the trees, from under the rocks, and from within the dirt itself to ram a spear up each and every one of their asses." He swelled with pride, remembering the battle of the Baleon Valley.

The feline whore purred. "And what did you do to celebrate such a victory? I heard that battle was the turning point of the war, where the tide then swept the Farrath army back to their homes in the northern region!" She leaned into him, her vibrating chest massaging his flank and shoulders with every sensual touch.

He flicked his tail a bit and nodded slowly, a knowing smirk on his lips. "You could say that, but I would say the soldiers from Farragouth never stood a chance against our might. With Vaulix as my Rider and the queen with her mount Oceras at my side, it was a joke of a battle." Heiken leaned into her a bit, rubbing his cheek to hers before crouching down on his front legs, then rolling onto his side with sheath exposed to the kitty. "And we didn't celebrate that night, the queen and king insisted on taking the prisoners back to her dungeons - the ones that survived, that is. No time to celebrate when we had thousands of men to escort into the catacombs under the castle, ten to a cell."

She continued to purr as she got to her knees next to him, one hand trailing his flank while tickling him with her claws, the other slipping between her thighs. The feline's powerful purrs never stopped, and Heiken could still feel the reverberations through her fingertips, and that excited him just right.

While he may have been the type to boast about his accomplishments, he couldn't resist the sensuality of one so willing and eager to caress him so. He felt his sheath begin to bulge as his member started to fold out. He winked at the kitty whore as he nodded, eager to show what he had to offer.

However, the feline wasn't giving the response he was hoping for. Instead of excitement, a growing sense of dread slowly spread across the features of her face as she got to see just what he was equipped with. The stallion's member was huge, bigger around than her forearm and growing with each passing moment. It was clear that her curiosity had been satisfied and was now replaced with a sense of dread as she realized what she'd been sold into. Still, she wrapped both her hands around the head of it, squeezing gently as it grew in her palms and a few droplets of excitement moistened her fingers. Her keen nose could pick up the scent of his musk, and that certainly seemed to keep her eager to have a go at him, but apprehension was taking over, seen easily by her rise in heart rate and breathing.

Heiken snorted a bit, faking a smile as he looked back to her. His one leg was up a bit, showing off the massive orbs resting heavy in his sack. He sniffed at the air a bit, trying to get a good sense of her arousal, but couldn't really pick up on anything; she was feline, and him a bulky stallion, their pheromones weren't cross compatible in the traditional sense. "You going to be okay?" He asked, one eyebrow raised as a throb pulsed through his cock.

"I-I'll be fine, my lord, just never been a feral, you see." She answered, unable to take her eyes off his endowment. She balled up a fist next to it, comparing that to the un-inflated flare with her arm to the elbow laid next to the shaft, not even reaching the hilt. It was absolutely massive, and she was a rather tiny girl with a lithe, fit body. When he finished - if he did so inside her - she would bloat from the fluid and bulge in her abdomen in the shape of an equine's flare. She rubbed her belly as she thought about the consequences. Regardless of her experience, that was not something she was prepared for.

"Can you handle such a stud?" Heiken asked, hips idly bucking to press his moist tip against her knee. A pleasant scent began to tickle his nostrils, but he couldn't quite place it; he knew it wasn't the feline, but wasn't sure what it was. All he knew for certain was that it was exciting to him.

She took in a long, deep breath for courage as she nodded in agreement, but the limpness of her ears revealed her true fear and apprehension.

"I'm not convinced." Heiken huffed at her before rolling to all four hooves, massive member swaying between his hind legs, bits of his precum drooling out the tip to moisten the silken sheets and pillows he'd been using for comfort. He shook his head in disdain as he glanced down at the feline whore, disappointed in her inability to properly please him as she begged for a chance, reaching out to cradle and caress his member.

It really wasn't her fault, her tiny form wouldn't begin to handle the aggression of such a low hanging weapon, but that didn't mean that he was without disappointment. His groin was tight with anticipation for release, and without it he would be given the unpleasant cramps in his balls. He snarled a bit at her, not trying to hide his frustration with her. "Well, what are you waiting for? You might as well warm me up before a real woman takes over." He then raised his head high and glanced over to the others who were waiting for him.

There were three others, all ferals. One dragoness just a bit smaller than him, with azure scales on her back and a golden yellow belly. She was wearing jewels around her neck and around the base of her wings. Dragons were warm blooded, but not as stretchy as he would need. Experienced or not, this dragoness would certainly be unable to handle him at his most vigorous, so he narrowed his eyes and went to the next, a naga with supple looking coils all bundled up beneath her. Snakes were known for being quite malleable to the point of absurdity, but also cold blooded, and unless she'd been cradling a hot-rock for warmth, that likely wouldn't be the most pleasant of partners even if he had a particular love of cloaca.

No, it was the third and final of the quadruped partners he'd hired that caught the most of his attention at this point. It was a mare - a somewhat small pony mare as opposed to the bulky war horses he was used to being around, but a mare nonetheless - with blonde hair, a flowing golden mane, and darker brown feathering around all four of her hooves. She wasn't in heat, but she was clearly aroused. As he raised his snout to the air to get a whiff of her tangy aroma, he snorted and whinnied at her, beckoning her to join the feline, who was on her feet, cradling his cock from the side and rubbing it between her thighs. He wasn't particularly interested in her anymore if he couldn't buck her like a mare.

"Come here, you!" He commanded with his powerful voice, cock pulling from the feline's grip and slapping against his belly, splashing the hair there with little bursts of his own precum.

The mare bowed her head politely and stepped over, hoofing at the corner of the raised platform that he was standing on, her mane covering one eye. She was a shy one, that was for sure, but that didn't stop Heiken from whinnying at her, rearing up to expose his massive cock, letting her see just how horny he was for her. Before he landed back down, the feline moved out from under him as not to be trampled by his massive hooves, each as big as a dinner plate. This was smart, since it seemed certain that Heiken had lost interest in her.

"What is your name, Mare?" Heiken asked her, staring the mare in the eyes.

Her purple iris glimmered in the gentle orange light of the personal brothel room as she stepped up fully onto the platform next to him, rubbing her snout down his flank until she was able to nibble at his haunches. Her own tail was raised up just right, flicking gently to waft over her scent to him. "I haven't gotten one yet. I'm very new, you see." She explained, cheek still rubbing to his haunches. Her form was much smaller than his, with her back being just a touch under the bulge of his belly; had she wanted to, she could have walked under him with little difficulty.

He snorted a bit and lowered his head to rub under her tail, deliberately sampling her scent as deeply and as thoroughly as he could. "How new? And why does that matter?"

She stomped lightly before spreading her legs a bit, tail pumping down before raising back up. A meek wink of her vulva followed by a trickle of fluids leaking from her depths indicated she was ready, but also a little nervous. "I'm barely a mare, my lord. Only blossomed a few months ago, so you're one of my first. I have to earn my name before I can be counted among the valued mares here." She explained before lowering her head to find his shaft, lips gently extending to wrap around the side to give a few idle strokes with her mouth.

Heiken raised his head high again and glanced around the room, catching glimpses of the feline, dragon, and naga all patiently waiting for him to summon them again. His cock was throbbing and tensing up every time he felt her lips around the length of it, yet he still pulled away and turned so that he was lined up behind her. He didn't care that she was young, she was a quadruped mare and that's what he needed right now; her scent was overpowering and he couldn't deny himself any longer for fear his balls would explode in pressure.

Normally he would have nuzzled and licked a bit between her rump cheeks, tasting her before going in for it, but he didn't seem to be too worried about her pleasure and instead just hopped right up onto her back, front legs wrapped around her relatively small hips as he stepped forward. His cock throbbed and aimed upwards to prod under her tail, stabbing at the soft velvet of her pussy lips every time be bucked.

The mare lowered her head, spreading her hind legs apart just a little bit wider both to brace herself against his weight while also giving him a bit more room to thrust at her. Her back was arched and her tail was up. She was ready, or so she thought.

One particularly powerful thrust of his hips had the bulbous tip of his cock finding its mark, parting her lips with a pop followed by him stepping into her, burying his shaft as deep as it would go in one motion. Her tight passage twitched as his flesh parted hers, the walls quivering against his girth as her lips squeezed near the sheath and her clit winked below the throbbing of his urethral ridge, forcing a trickle of moisture to trail down over his hilt and moisten his balls. After she'd stopped her shaking, he leaned back to pull much of his length back out before violently forcing it back in. Another flow of wetness tickled the underside of his shaft as he kept at her, legs squeezing her side tightly; he had to bite down on her shoulder to show dominance.

He was a general, no mare would be dominant to him, all would submit.

After a few rhythmic thrusts accented by the grunting and squelching of both parties, He started to get into a pace-increasing pattern that had his entire length plunging in and out of her shaking walls. She seemed to be enjoying it, based on the whimpering and pushing back she was doing to match each and every one of his motions. It wasn't until he slowed his pace again that he could tell she wasn't whimpering in pleasure, but in pain. She was a small, tight mare with a cozy pussy, but he didn't imagine he was hurting her. In fact, he chose her because he thought she'd be more equipped to handle what he had between his legs - even a tiny pony mare should have been comfortable with a shaft as thick as his.

However, he wasn't in the right state of mind to stop. He had started, his cock was wet with excitement, and as firm as it could go with the bulges of his veins and urethral ridge pressing out against her taut flesh; he couldn't stop now, he needed to finish. Luckily, stallions weren't known for thieir stamina, and he felt his climax bubbling up in his nethers, a tension in his balls, then a twitch in his haunches that had him stay in place as his flare exploded within her, growing wide and plugging her depths as the entire world went fuzzy around him.

Heiken's teeth clamped down on her shoulder as his eyes rolled back in his skull, a tingling bursting out from his cock and into his lower belly then back into his cock as a warmth slid through him, filling her with his seed. HE whinnied with a fold of her skin still in his mouth before bucking in hard, the wide rim of his cock pounding at the opening to her womb as another burst of pleasure lanced through his cock, more of his cum filling her. He could feel the warmth of the fluid spreading around the flare to squish around to buoy his shaft, creating a thin layer of liquid between his flesh and hers.

After a few more idle bucks, he stepped back and let go of her shoulder, falling off her haunches to hear the glorious squelch of his cock pull from her depths in one motion, allowing him to watch in delight as his essence flowed out of her and splash on the bedding between them. He did notice a gentle tinge of pink in it, but he took little notice of it, since he was very preoccupied with his own tingling nethers and the swinging of his receding cock that slapped the half-inflated flare against either of his knees before retreating back into his sheath.

He glanced back around to see the other three, all watching closely to see if he would be interested in having a go at them. He wasn't ready yet, so he nodded his head toward the feline and commanded her to get back on the table. "You, clean this mare up. With your tongue. I want to watch." A grin spread across his face as he looked back at the naga. "And you, I'd like for you to take care of my mess, would you?"

The naga slithered her way up over the side of the platform to coil around each of his ankles before opening her fleshy maw to catch any drips of his that trickled out the end of his sheath, the head of his cock still not fully hidden within. The feline did the same, quickly hopping up and getting to her knees so that she could lift the mare's tail and drag her tongue up the long, pouty lips. The barbed nature of her tongue made the mare whimper and shudder, either in delight or discomfort. That's when the dragoness hopped over to nuzzle at the pony mare's neck, whispering in her ear.

Heiken was curious, so he was about to ask what was going on when there was a knock on the door.

"General Heiken, my lord, we need your presence." It was the voice of a good ally of his, one of his riding mates.

"I'm busy, my friend." He retorted, taking a step back to get a better look at the tender and sloppy underside of the mare's tail. "Very busy."

"It's the queen. She requires your presence." His friend explained. "Said it's an urgent matter that only the highest level is privy to witnessing. Before you ask, no I don't know what the issue is, I just know that she wants you."

He let out a long, extended huff in exasperation. "Whatever you say, Jael. Actually, tell her that I'm not available. Tell her I went for a piss and never came back. I'm sick of hearing her plans for inaction and wish to not take in any part of any of it." His eyes rolled in his skull as he tossed his head, mane flowing a bit and reflecting the dim candlelight.

"Can't do that, Ser Heiken."

"And why is that?" The stallion shook off his hind end to let the last bits of cum dribble out his tip as he stepped out of the coils of the naga, walking towards the door.

"She's here waiting for you, came to pick you up personally."

Only a second passed to allow the dread to seep into every corner of Heiken's being before the door swung open, showing the queen standing tall, having just literally kicked the door in. The various whores all scrambled out of the light and behind the curtain into their own personal green room to avoid the queen's presence. She was a massive ruler, standing head, shoulders, and most of her upper body taller than most of the people who lived in the capitol, sans the other biped stallions. She was well over three meters tall, with her husband - The King - a head and a half shorter. Though she was massive, Heiken wasn't a slouch either and wasn't afraid of her.

"Heiken, my darling! How are you?" She asked as she ducked through the archway to his little pleasure hut. "I hear you're planning on going AWOL, got anything planned?"

He shut his mouth and started to grind his teeth, huffing at her. This was one of those situations where there was absolutely no answer that would have been correct. Smart as he was, he didn't possess the fast wit to think of a scathing comeback. Instead, he stomped his rear hoof and kicked one of the pillows out behind him.

She leaned in close, getting down to her knee to look him in the eye, allowing him to see the half dozen royal guard lining the door in the brothel. There was no way he'd be bolting out and running. Then again, he wasn't a coward, he would never run, he'd stay and fight. "So tell me, Heiken, what is it about life as a general in my army that makes you want to run away? Can't handle the anxiety of not knowing when you will be needed?"

"You know precisely what I have to say about your shitty plans for self defense." He said, a gruffness in his voice that barely masked his contempt. He didn't hate the queen - in fact at one point he had a bit of an infatuation with her - but he did think she completely lacked skill in combat. Heiken had been tested time and time again as a wise conquerer and winner of battles on local and foreign lands. He was an expert at offense, but had no place planning defenses and she knew that. He tried to get out of his responsibilities when she first assigned him to the guard, but knew he couldn't resign for fear of losing his rank as general.

Talba smiled and flicked him on the snout, making him curl up his lip in anger. "Well, I don't give two horse shits about your petty, selfish reasons for wanting to do what you do. You are the General in my army and the appointed head of Capitol Defenses. If you chose to ignore your duties, then I will have you stripped of your title and exiled not just from the castle, but from the nation." She flicked him again and flopped back on one of the couches that lined the room, glancing over to the frills of the top of the cushion as she rolled it in her fingers. "So it's really up to you in the end, either come back to the castle and do your job, or stay here and mount every whore you see. The flow of coin will stop eventually, then you'll be left with your cock and the residue of some old crusty cunt on your sheath. Think about it."

She un-crossed her legs and stood back up, hunched over to ensure her head didn't hit the ceiling, giving him a gently salute before turning to leave.

"M-my queen...." Heiken started, protesting her leave before he thought about what he wanted to say. All he knew for sure was that he didn't want her to leave without him getting a final word. She turned and flicked one ear at him, waiting for him to carry on. When he got his wits about him, he stepped forward again and snorted before making a final offer. "My queen, I've told you multiple times that my strengths lie in offensive strategies. I command an army, I meet the enemy on the field, and I am able to put a stop to any advances unlike any other. With my small council of strategists, I can mount any offense you could imagine. But defense is best left to the others who do that. I attack, I don't defend."

She ducked her way through the door and stood tall, barely peeking down through the arch. "You've told me this a dozen times. Kinda disappointing that you couldn't think of anything more substantial. Tell you what, Follow me back to the castle, and I will gladly use my own strategists to help to train you. I adore your legacy, and I want to see it enhanced by proving you're good at more than mounting things." She winked. "Like mares and attacks. So, last offer, stay here and get your very generously sized dick wet in some poor virgin mare, or come with me and mount the world, staking your claim here at the castle." She offered only a small bow of respect before turning and walking towards the front door.

Heiken dashed out behind her, hooves clopping on the stone of the floor as he raced after her. When he burst into the alleyway that housed the front of the brothel, he was met with another dozen different royal guard, half on either side of the door. Before him was the King and Queen, with Oceras tied to a hitching post. Her rump was facing Heiken, and her tail was swishing back and forth as she got a drink from the trough on the other side of the post. Her presence distracted him enough that he paused in place until Talba said something.

"So, I suppose you'll be coming with us, then?" She asked as she hopped up onto her mare.

Vaulix didn't have a horse to ride, but he had powerful looking wings that would take him in the air to wherever he wanted. He just crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "Pitiful that such a renowned military leader would stoop so low." He leaned into Talba and pulled her into a kiss before leaping into the air, wings catching a gentle breeze that allowed him to rise above the buildings.

"I'm not stooping low." He growled to himself, followed by a stomp to the dirt path.

"Glad to hear it. I'll be in the throne room for the remainder of the day if you want to consult for your sworn duties. I will hear no more of your whining." She kicked her heels to the side of Oceras and galloped away into the main strip of the city's marketplace.

The pose and angle of her departure gave Heiken a good, long look under her mount's tail. Her name was Oceras, and she was the most beautiful mare Heiken had ever laid his eyes on. She was tall - even taller than he - powerful enough to hold the queen's large frame on her back, and bleeding raw sexuality. She had everything he wanted in a mate, and she kept teasing him with glimpses of her dark-fleshed vulva every time she turned from him. Her aromas were so strong that he could smell whiffs of her even as she galloped away, the combined mass and speed creating a sort of vortex of scent and dust behind them.

As the queen's mount, she was not only the most revered equine in the royal guard, but also the cleanest and the smartest. So smart, in fact, that Heiken was sure she was no feral beast but a sentient speaker like himself. He'd never heard a word uttered from her mouth, but he could tell by the way she looked at him, could feel her soul when their eyes met and easily was able to identify with her flirting with him.

The stallion was a stubbourn stud, and not one to give in to anyone, but in this case he felt his best bet was to do as she said. He would show his rebellion in a different way, a way that wouldn't negatively impact the war effort.

He was going to mount that mare, and fill her with his seed.

Heiken lived two lives while in the capitol. In times of peace he had a home on the outskirts of town in the south end where all the nobles lived, and in times of war he spent most of his time in the castle alongside the queen and other royal guard in case of emergency. In the past weeks, he'd been staying at his personal estate as a form of protest against the Queen's plans. He had no interest in sticking around to watch the castle crumble.

Despite his reservations and borderline anger, he still followed the queen back to the castle, where he was able to meet her in the throne room. As one of the biggest and strongest stallions, he had absolutely no problem keeping up with Oceras, especially with the queen on her back. As a quadruped, no locals cared that he wasn't dressed.

When he finally made it through the tall twin gates, he immediately stepped forward and lowered his head in a bow to the throne as he waited for the queen to arrive. Though he'd been keeping up, she still managed to get there before him, and she was off hitching her mare over in the stables.

When she arrived through the hallway to the right of the thrones - the same one that led to her personal quarters - she was shown to be wearing a simple knee-length skirt and a tight red tank top. Not the most regal of dress, but very practical. Well, it would have been practical if she wasn't sitting in such a way that her legs were somewhat parted and Heiken, being on a lower level than her at the base of the stairs that led to the thrones, could see the peachy flesh of her inner thigh and even her plump vulva.

He couldn't not think about juicy equine lips, even if he usually preferred to keep his urges to himself. The general may have been quite voracious in the brothel, but outside of it he was far more reserved, bashful even. "My queen, I am in your presence now. When will the others be arriving?"

She leaned back and tapped her fingers to the arm of her chair. "There will be no others, just you and I." Then she crossed her legs so he could no longer see her nether region. "I want you to know that I understand your plight, but I didn't want to discuss such matters in the presence of whores or the guard. As you can see, it truly is just you and I, none of the usual guardsmen are here."

Sure enough, when Heiken looked around to the sides of the room where the royal guard would be stationed between the pillars, none could be found on the main floor or the balcony. He hadn't noticed before due to being so focused on Talba. Not even King Vaulix was to be seen.

"So I want to apologize for my brash nature, but you're on strike three. If you fuck up again or abandon your post, I will have you either exiled or executed. You know better than anyone that I am a fair and just ruler, but I do not tolerate treason in any of its forms, and you know that if you don't do your duty, I will ensure you are properly punished."

Heiken blinked. "What do you mean, third strike? When have I ever done you a disservice?" Part of him wanted to act indignant, but he was genuinely curious what constituted a strike in her mind.

She clicked her beak a few times before nodding at him. "Well, the first was when you abandoned your post at the castle. You know the rules about Military readiness. You are to be at the castle at all times in case of an attack. If you're at your ranch home in the southern district, then you are useless to me, and that's as good as abandoning your post."

He snorted. "Fair enough, what was the other?"

"Basically the same thing. I summoned you for a meeting of the strategists a few days after your departure from the castle. I sent a messenger and when he returned he said your words were, if I'm remembering correctly, 'tell the old queen she can shove it up her cunt'. Does that sound about right?"

A moment of silence dawned on the both of them as Heiken came to realize that was pretty much exactly what he said, though there was a bit more leading up to that rather brash statement. It was a shame, too, because he actually did like Talba, but in the wake of her power-play involving him and forcing him into a role he wasn't comfortable with made him act rationally. "That's right, my queen. I apologize. Is there any way I can recover those strikes? You know I'd never actively mean any harm to you."

"I know you wouldn't. You're an intelligent stallion, and I'd never expect you to wish ill on me or any of the citizens of the capitol. That's why I've decided to give you a warning on the eve of your final strike. When this war is over and the city is safe, then I will wipe your slate clean and we can pretend this never happened. In the mean time, I expect you to join the council this evening and gather as much information as you can about the city's defenses in order to make a proper recommendations. For now, you are dismissed." She waved him away while staying strong in her throne with head held high and beak raised in the slightest air of disgust.

Heiken knew better than to protest or further exacerbate the issue. He could have argued, he could have made the point that those two offenses were really one, or that he didn't actually speak to the messenger in such a way, but he was a diplomat and a strategist. If nothing else, he knew how to play his enemies, but knew how to manipulate his allies as well.

As he heavily stomped down the castle halls into his personal quarters, he got to thinking about how the two of them had come to be so frustrated against one another. They were allies, not enemies, so why was he allowing his pride and arrogance to get in the way of common sense and rationality? He was usually kind, diplomatic, and able to work with anyone. He was good at negotiation, great at intimidation, and quite skilled as a warrior and general both. There was no reason to be so angered by her decisions.

But there was.

Much as he tried to convince himself that she was being reasonable, he knew deep down inside that she was not. He was right in the first place about not being the stallion for the job of defense, he knew he was right that he needed to meet the enemy in the foothills of the mountain to the east, and he especially knew that if he didn't protest she would never learn from her mistakes. His power-play of abandoning his post was his way of convincing her that he wasn't playing around, and that he was quite serious about his reservations concerning her judgment.

He also knew that she wasn't lying when she threatened him with exile or execution. Though he doubted she'd ever have his life ended, she would have no problem making an example of him by having him publicly exiled, which would then make him an enemy of the royal family, and therefore subject to the aggression she usually reserved for those who would dare attack her or her kingdom.

That's why he knew he still had to get back at her some way. He knew he wouldn't be able to sway her opinion at this point - she was stubbourn and being told she was wrong just strengthened her resolve - but he could still get his own personal revenge while playing along with her stupid little ploy to draw the enemy into the borders of the city.

For a brief moment, he seriously considered sabotaging the capitol's defenses in the midst of the battle to get his point across while also covering his rump with a solid excuse, but he quickly dashed that idea as he came to realize that wouldn't help anyone and would only make the already unpleasant situation even worse for her and the rest of her people. No, Heiken was a compassionate general and would never, ever stoop so low.

Those disgusting thoughts kept stewing in his mind as he continued to pace in his chambers, massive hooves clopping on the ebon-stone floor.

The more he thought about it, the more clear it became that the only solution here truly would be to do as he was told. He may have had a weakness for setting up defenses, but he did have the mind of a general, and therefore he knew how to win battles. If he was able to turn this defensive position into an offensive one, then maybe he could play to his strengths while covering his weaknesses.

Stubbourn as he may have been, he wasn't planning on enacting his rebellion in such a way that would harm anyone. That wasn't his style, and the thought of it actually made him a little nauseous. No, he had to focus his efforts on a more personal, non-damaging method of rebellion. He couldn't think up something creative but harmless, but that didn't stop his mind from wandering back to the underside of Oceras' tail.

Maybe that could be his rebellion. Mount the mount that the queen rides. Hit the taboo rump. Yes. If nothing else, he was going to get a piece of that mare. He would have to find the time to find her, later.

Later that night, after the meeting, Heiken slipped out of his quarters to enact his personal form of revenge. The meeting itself was quite boring and uneventful from his perspective, where the King, Queen, Heiken, and a few other high ranking officials in the kingdom talked about what they already set up and what they had at their disposal.

The entire city - aside from some of the outlying farms and the sporadic settlements in the surrounding jungle - was entirely protected by a ten meter tall wall with entrances every kilometer or so. Each of these openings were traced by a trade route and flanked by walls heading in and out in H-formations for added protection. Would make it very difficult for any invading armies, and great for protection of the soldiers who would have to meet them on the battlefield.

The actual wall was built with the same dense, heavy ebon-stone of the castle, so it was very hard to do any damage to. Though he wasn't present for the tests, he was told that a segment was built in the foothills of the mountain and a siege weapon was deployed against it and the weight and structure of the wall was able to handle constant berating by massive boulders for weeks before it was felled.

As the meeting went on, it became clear that the castle was quite well defended, and that his expertise really wasn't needed. Welcome, but unnecessary. When it became evident that he wasn't required, he kind of dozed off in thoughts of that royal mare. He was slowly coming to realize that the queen was right in her assessment that he could lead the defenses because there wasn't much for him to do but plenty for him to learn, yet he didn't want to give up on his plot to mount Oceras.

His reasoning behind his desired conquest had waned and ebbed, but he couldn't get the thought of her haunches off his mind.

Heiken was the largest stallion in all the royal army, standing a head taller than the next biggest. He was the one that the others looked to for guidance and was the easiest to see galloping into battle, yet there was one quadruped equine that was larger than he was. Oceras. That enchanting body of hers was massive and powerful, with a set of haunches that actually somewhat scared him. He feared that if he were to be unwelcome around her hind end, he'd get kicked with those hooves of hers and knocked right out.

The danger actually excited him further. It made her a conquest worth pursuing and a mare worth fighting for. He was sure that she would welcome him under her tail, but he couldn't be certain until he got to see her alone in the stables, one on one. Only then could he gauge her interest in him. Had she been in heat, it wouldn't be hard to coerce her to lift that golden-tipped tail.

"And where do you think you might be going, all alone in the middle of the night?" A Voice called out from behind him.

The stallion slowly turned and glanced over his shoulder to find the source of the voice. It was a rather petite, white-furred canine of some sort with big triangular ears and black-tipped tail. She was wearing a mostly transparent evening gown with a black pair of panties and bra covering her lady bits. She stepped out from the shadows to pad her way gently towards him, bare paws slapping on the carpet and stone of the floor.

"That's not much of an answer." She continued, slowly stepping closer.

Heiken snorted in response. "And who might you be?" He was trying to not sound angry, but he had his mind set on Oceras, and didn't want to deal with any distractions. Above all else, he didn't need someone trailing him to alert anyone to his presence.

She took another few steps forward, hips swaying in a sultry wave back and forth with her tail brushing at the ground behind her. "I wouldn't say my name is really all that important. I'm just a servant for the royal family. Mostly work in the kitchen. I have to say, though, you're quite the sight."

"I see. Well, if you don't mind, I'm in the mood to be alone this evening, so-" He stopped mid sentence to swing his hips around, ensuring she couldn't see the bulge between his hind legs. "So if you could leave me be, I'd greatly appreciate it."

The lithe female took another couple of steps towards him until she was pressing her shoulder up to his chest, both arms wrapped around his neck. He tried to step away in discomfort but her touch was quite pleasant. "I'm not really all that sure you want to be alone, I just don't think you want to be with me." She whispered into his ear before nuzzling into his cheek. "I can smell your musk, and I'd be happy to help you with that." Slowly, she pulled away, fingers trailing along his jawline before tickling his chin. Eventually, she was far enough away that she was able to wink at him, tongue out and a grin on her lips. "The name's Arnika if you ever chose to beckon me. I'm available whenever you are."

He cocked his head to the side a bit, lowering one ear in confusion. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I'm really not interested in your type. If you don't mind, I'd be happy to carry on with my night."

"What type? Canines? Females? If you're not into that, I know a buddy of mine by the name of Mikhail that would love to please a stud like you. He's quite the stallion in his own right, and quite the passionate lover. Chimera, not a bitch like me. If you'd like, I can go get him."

"No, no. That's not what I mean. I simply mean, uh, two-legged folk. I really don't want to hurt anyone and your slender frame is liable to get crushed under me. One misstep and you're gone. No, I'm not interested in risking that with someone your size and shape. I apologize, my dear, but-"

She chuckled at him and leaned into him, rubbing her cheek to his massive shoulder. "Oh, don't worry about me. I've been with bigger folks than you before, and even if not I like a challenge."

He pulled away and raised his head, trying to back-pedal away from her. "This is awfully forward, miss. I find it-"

"Oh don't be such a prude." She interrupted again, this time walking her fingertips over his flank and down to his belly, ending by teasing the area right in front of his sheath. "Just give into your desires, I'm sure it's what you need, I can smell the arousal billowing up from under you. You should know by now that you can't fool a bitch's nose." She finished up by cupping the end of his sheath in her palm and giving a squeeze and a gentle tug against his throbbing, growing cock tip. Once she felt his moisture on her hand, she pulled up from under him and wrapped her fingers around her snout to take in a long, drawn out breath. "Don't tell me you're not interested."

After a grunt and a gentle stomp of his hind hoof, Heiken growled and lowered his head a bit. He couldn't bear the thought of saying no to such an eager partner, but he wanted to save himself for Oceras. Deep down inside he couldn't really imagine himself actually fitting inside this tiny woman, but at the same time his love for conquest made him want to try. Slowly, his lips curled into a smile.

She got the hint quite quickly and grabbed him by the mane to hop up onto his back. "Onward to your quarters, mighty steed." She whispered into his ear, holding her chest and breasts to his shoulders as she grinded her hips down on the dip of his back.

Heiken grunted and reared up a bit gently landing on his front hooves before quickly darting down the halls, his clopping echoing through the silent castle every step of the way. He wasn't going towards his chambers, though. In spite of Arnika's enthusiastic desire for his stallion parts, he was still heading directly towards the stables. No reason they couldn't have fun there. And who knows, he might start with the bitch and end in the mare. He was already thinking up a dozen different scenarios that could somehow end with him on Oceras.

It was the mind of a general, constantly recalculating and thinking up new contingency plans.

After a few curious changes in his direction, Arnika leaned down against him to whisper in his ear again. "Hey, I'm not an expert on the layout of the castle, but I'm pretty sure this isn't heading towards the personal and guest quarters."

"Of course not. I'm heading to the stables. Nobody will be there this time of night." Heiken explained, still clopping his way through the halls of the castle. He couldn't see her expression, but he was sure she was completely okay with that destination based on the fact that she sat up straight and started grinding her hips down against his back, using the ridges of his spine to pleasure herself.

A few more turns later, and they were heading along the internal hallway that lined the stables. Every few meters another window allowed them to see into the darkness of the home of the royal mounts. The sweet aromas of hay and mares and dragons billowed out from each of the little windows, and it made him pause for a moment to lift his snout to get a good waft of it. "Beautiful." He muttered to himself before using his head to push through the twin swinging doors.

The two of them burst into the stables, which was actually just a long hallway with literally hundreds of stalls on either side. Inside were dragons, horses, ulokar, and other crossbreeds, each with their own different uses in battle. Every single one of them was arranged by species, gender, and rank in the army, and every single one of them recognized Heiken as soon as he arrived.

Arnika hopped off his back and rubbed against his flank before sidling up to one of the stall doors, gently crouching down to sit on a hay bale with her legs spread. Though it was quite dark and the stallion could barely see her finer details, he could see two distinct things bulging out from her panties underneath the translucent nightgown. She was quite wet, and her lips were plump. He lifted his head a bit to get a smell but still didn't find her scent to be arousing. No, not her, but the mares who were in heat scattered throughout the stable were all emanating a nice aroma that swirled and blended in his nostril to keep him aroused. Within seconds of sampling the mixed scents of the barn around him, he felt his member throb and unfold from his sheath.

"That's more like it, stud." Arnika hissed at him, a grin spreading across her face as she bit on her fingertip, idly sniffing at the air. Within seconds, she had grabbed her panties and slipped them off while shifting her weight on the bale of hay until she was able to kick them away.

Despite his arousal growing and intensifying, Heiken had a hard time bringing himself to look Arnika in the eye; instead, he found his gaze dipping over her form to get a good look at the plump triangular lips of her canine vulva. They were soaking wet, black as the night, and glistening in the low light of the stables. She spread her knees wide to give him a better look while her tail wagged gently behind her, scattering bits of hay all over the place. His member was still growing between his hind legs but he couldn't muster up what he needed to be fully aroused.

All he could think to do in his somewhat confused mind was to lean down next to her and lift her blouse with his snout, allowing his tongue access to her lips. As soon as his warm breath touched her inner thighs, she leaned back onto her elbows and widened her stance to part her legs, giving him full access. She pulled the dress up to fold it over her chest as he nuzzled and licked at her.

Her voice wavered a bit as she began to moan, a sly howl echoing through the hallway to wake some of the residents of the stable. "Th-there ya go. Wasn't expecting that from a stallion, but I'm not complaining." She reached down and grabbed at his mane with one hand, holding him in place to encourage his tongue as she did her best to fight off another drawn out howl of pleasure.

To Heiken's surprise, he actually enjoyed how she tasted. His thick, rough tongue lapped at her folds and prodded at her depths in alternating patterns. She was quite tangy, with a hint of metallic taste not unlike the bit he wore when training. It was quite nice, and it was clear she was eager to have the warmth of his breath on her inner thighs, since every time he exhaled she moaned and grinded up into him.

He huffed and smiled a bit, a grunt escaping his lips as he snorted, tongue still lapping between her folds to prod at her depths. He was enjoying that, tasting her flavors while exploring the tightness of her passage. She wasn't a whore, so her eagerness was her own and not bought, and that came through with how snug her pussy was to even his tongue. Her lips were plump and swollen, squeezing his appendage every time she pushed down against him. He could have playfully licked at her nethers for hours if she'd have let him, but after a few minutes she slipped out from under his head and got to her feet next to him.

At first he was disappointed, but when he flexed his pelvic muscles, he felt his fully erect cock slap to his belly as a few drops of precum leaked all over the dirt and hay of the stable floor and the fabric mats. Though he was a little apprehensive about offering himself to her, he was happy to let her have her way with him on his way to Oceras.

She brushed off the hay and straw from her rump and tail before getting down to her knee, cradling his cock with both hands to feel its weight and girth. The vixen needed to wrap both hands around the shaft to touch finger to thumb, and as she did she couldn't help but stroke it up and down its length, using one hand to cradle the underside while squeezing the tip with the palm of the other. With her head right there, she leaned in to nuzzle the length of it as her fingers trailed down over the median ring to tickle the velvety folds of his sheath. She extended her tongue to drag down the underside of it before opening her maw and letting the unflared glans rest between her lips, tongue flatly sliding over the moist urethral opening.

Her warm breaths tickled his member from tip to base, and her eager tongue wouldn't leave his opening alone; it was constantly lapping at every drop of precum it could while also slathering her saliva all over his member. It was a juicy mess, one that she kept making just to clean up again while her hands both caressed his length and squeezed around the base of his cock. It was a full-service form of pleasure, one he couldn't help but enjoy by tensing up and bucking his hips, only to feel the jab of her canine teeth on his member, a sensation that immediately deflated his arousal for a second before allowing him to regain his vigor.

"Hey, be careful." She cooed at him while pulling away, ensuring his member didn't catch on her teeth again while caressing his length with both fingers and palms. She was rubbing it like a masseuse, up and down the length while applying just the right pressure and lubrication to allow her fingertips to glide along the soft flesh that wrapped around the firm core. After a bit of a giggle, she got back to her feet and leaned against the powerful stallion's flank, pulling up his cock to the side to press against her belly.

He stomped a bit, like a stallion often did when aroused, only to glance back and see that she was focused intensely on his member. He had mostly kept his eyes shut up to this point, preferring to focus on the physical sensation of her touch, and it was quite enjoyable for the most part. He wasn't as keen on her pulling his member to the side like that - normally he'd hop up and mount instead - but as an anthro that was so much shorter and smaller than him, he knew she needed to be in control in order to not feel like she was in danger of being hurt, stomped, or bucked into hard enough to split her in half.

With that in mind, he lowered his head again and closed his eyes, idly shaking his head to ruffle his mane as she continued to tug and squeeze his cock.

Problem was, she was quite short and her chest came up to his belly, so the idea that she could bend over and have him penetrate was simply not realistic. As such a large stud - a drafter - he absolutely dwarfed her. That didn't douse her spirits, though; instead, she bent over to give the tip a gentle kiss and a suckle before turning around to grab the square bale of hay, tugging it by the string and kicking it into place directly below him.

Had Heiken been taken by surprise or not horny enough to allow this, he likely would have moved out of place and kicked her for startling him. However, he was curious to see her ingenious troubleshooting that was fueled by her unquenchable hunger for his cock. Though he usually remained quiet in the throes of passion, bashful by nature, he was now a combination of curious and eager to have her succeed, and his member was stiff as it could be while also leaking precum while his balls ached in an unending desire to release.

Arnika patted him on the flank again and brushed her hands clean of the dust and hay that got stuck in her fur before kneeling on the hay bale. Even with the lift, she could sit up straight and barely nuzzle his belly, so she wrapped both hands around his member and started to stroke, aiming it at her open maw so she could catch every drip of gooey fluid that leaked out the end.

Again, Heiken bucked instinctively as he felt the right blend of pressure and friction squeezing the rim of his head, the force nearly knocking her off the bale of hay. "S-sorry, my dear." He apologized, a little ashamed of his aggressive eagerness.

Once she resituated herself, she licked her lips and giggled a bit at him. "No problem, General. But if you're going to be so eager, you might as well use it on the right end." With that, she turned around with one hand never leaving the tip of his cock, aiming her rump end towards his haunches. She used her other hand to grab the elbow of his front leg while she got to her feet, pressing her hips up against his belly while her tail pulled to the side and tickled his flank. Her hand was still wrapped around his glans, aiming up between her cheeks as her vulva twitched and tugged towards her rump, lining up with her canal for perfect entry. "Go ahead."

Despite her invitation, Heiken couldn't bring himself to arch his spine and force himself in her. Tiny little girl would probably be split in half, if it went in at all. He couldn't bring himself to force his member into her, but he also didn't want to discourage her from trying, so he did give a gentle lean forward with his front legs parted and back legs outstretched, cock tensed and at its full firmness with veins pronounced and bulged without the flared tip.

The position knocked her off balance again, but she was able to keep her stature thanks to her hand on his elbow. In this position, she was able to guide the thick horse cock to her warm lips, the bulging tip spewing bits of precum to mix with her own fluids, creating a gooey mess. Two fingers held him up while the other played in her passage, collecting more of the fluids to smear all over his textured shaft.

Arnika may have been tiny, but she wasn't without a certain vigor that was unmatched even by the most enthusiastic of whores in the brothel. She pushed back against the blunt end of his cock, swaying her hips and grinding down on him as her lips parted to smear their combined mess against each of them. The swollen vulva spread wide to kiss at his bulbous glans, but her muscles didn't want to loosen up for the girth to push into; that didn't stop her from trying, as she kept pushing against his front leg and shifting her weight around in order to get the right angle.

Heiken kept himself leaning forward, the bulges of his member throbbing with each pelvic tensing and pulsating with every powerful heart beat. He was doing all he could to not buck his hips forward, instead preferring her to do the work in this case. Normally he was a more active lover, but in this case he knew full well his best bet was to leave her to her own desires.

A pale grunting squeaked out from below him as she resisted his girth, pushing back against his cock with all her might while also grinding and rubbing as hard as she could. She seemed to have no intention of being defeated by this rather well endowed stallion, and she wasn't letting up.

Just as he was about to step back to keep her from hurting herself, he felt a weird shift in motion as his spongy tip started to compress just right, her muscles quivering and shaking against him for a brief moment before lurching forward in one brisk motion. The sensation of tightness gripping his cock as snug as that made him whinny and stomp his hind hoof, hips bucking forth to plunge his member into the tiny canine's pussy.

She let out a long wail of pleasure followed by a meek whimper and a yip, her walls shaking and shivering in delight as her muscles gave out and her flesh stretched wide around him. She stopped moving, stopped grinding, and stopped pushing back as soon as she felt his massive tip slide through her passage and expand within the knot reservoir. Her toes were curling into the hay bale, making a crisp snapping sound as each strand snapped against her claws. Both her hands were up against his elbows for support, and her tail was still pulled up and to the side to stay out of the way, but she could barely move against the thick shaft that was throbbing and tensing within her, each beat of the stallion's heart pumping more into his glans, flaring it up within her.

"A-are you-" Heiken started, the instinct to pull out growing intense as he scraped the ground with one hoof. But he was immediately cut off when she tilted her hips, pushing back and gyrating her hind end in one wave-like motion that shifted his cock around inside her while also having it plunge just a little bit deeper. He could feel the strength of her abdominal walls resisting the growth of his flare, but the snug nature of her tender flesh was too much to deny or resist. Again, his instinct took over and he gave another buck, this one forcing his shaft to disappear up to the median ring that connected the glistening soft flesh near the tip and the textured velvety flesh of the sheath.

Arnika moaned again, one hand reaching between her legs to tease her clit while also wrapping around the underside of his median ring, massaging it and stroking it in an effort to help make it go deeper. She was clearly not in pain, yet he couldn't bring himself to force himself any deeper. He could feel the end of her passage resting against the bulge of his growing flare, and the friction mixed with the heat and slickness of their combined fluid made each shift and slide against her feel like a full thrust.

Once she'd relaxed a bit, she started taking in long, deep breaths as she began rocking back and forth against him, one hand between her legs to pinch and squeeze her own lips around his bulging shaft while also tickling and caressing his throbbing urethral ridge. He wasn't cumming yet, but she could feel the tensing of muscles that preceded it so she kept at him, rhythmically rocking in back and forth while waving her torso in sensual undulations against him, the few inches of thrust each time more than enough to make her whimper and shiver in delight.

Against his better will and judgment, Heiken growled as he lowered his head, stomping one hind hoof and nearly kicking at the end of the bale of hay. After a moment, he raised his head high and snorted with his lip curled back in a dominance display as he gritted his teeth, body stretched out and cock at full tension. His hips bucked forward aggressively followed by a shudder that passed through his entire body, ending between his hips as his balls squeezed to force a blast of seed into the bitch's womb.

His flare exploded within her, the wide rim of it expanding to fully fill the knot-reservoir within her while also making a distinct bulge in her belly that she couldn't help but cradle as she pushed back, hand pulling away from her lips to minimize the stretching of her belly. He bucked, she moaned and gyrated her hips, and he stomped his hoof in time with every explosive burst of seed that erupted into her, the body-quaking pleasure rocking his every body part from belly to tailhole.

Another powerful buck forward as his tail lifted up high, pumping down alongside his stomps and the throbbing pulsation of his veins and urethral ridge bulging out against her flesh, more of his gooey seed filling her to the point of bloat.

The pressure quickly became too much as his pleasure started to wane. His flare was still at maximum size within her, yet his shaft quickly started to retreat as it grew soft. The length of it started to wrinkle around the circumference as the soft tip was yanked from her depths in a satisfying plop followed by an audible splash and the hollow fleshy slap of her walls closing up in his cock's absence.

Spent, he stepped over her with his member still swaying between his hind legs. He was a little exhausted, but as a stallion he was plenty capable of another round, which he would be reserving for Oceras. With any luck, the expenditure of his first climax would mean that he'd be able to enjoy her pleasure a bit longer, and that kept his member at least semi-erect as it leaked mess everywhere.

To his surprise, Arnika quickly hopped off the hay bale and tried to follow behind him, eager to lick and suckle at his member every chance she got. Her legs were soaked in cum, especially her inner thighs right down to her knees, but she seemed to be eager to want to suckle from the source. He was okay with that, but was more keen on finding the mare of his fantasies.

Heiken was hesitant at first to let her have her way, but couldn't help himself by allowing her to lick him clean. That was good, more for him to produce for Oceras. After it was clear she had gotten her fill by cradling her pussy and licking her fingers followed by long, loving tongue-lashes against his member and a suckling at his tip, he eventually stepped away from her, letting her go about her day.

"I appreciate your service, my dear, but my desire is for another." He explained, massive hooves clopping against the ground with every step he took away from her.

She licked a gooey strand from between her fingers before smiling and making a yip sound at him. "That's fine, I appreciate your generosity." She laughed. "I'm sure we'll meet again." With that, she cradled her nether lips and slipped one finger in herself to tap some of the fluid there while grabbing her panties and skittering off, leaving Heiken alone in the stables.

Finally alone, he made his way down the long hallway, glancing in each and every one of the stalls, only to find the one labeled 'Oceras' was empty, with the door swinging open on its own. Curious, he kept on his way to see if she had escaped, bypassing dozens of other beasts, dragons, and horses on his way.

When he finally made it to the very end of the hallway past the final stalls, he found himself in what looked like a room that served as a causeway to the hayloft, he was greeted with the sight of the most beautiful mare he had ever seen.

She was aiming her rump at him with tail raised, a glistening bead of arousal dotting her meaty clit as she glanced over her shoulder at him. Her head was raised high, tail swooshing back and forth to blow the scent of her arousal at him.

General Heiken couldn't help but inch in closer to him, a devious grin on his face as he sniffed at the air, a grunt and a huff billowing from his chest as his member started to grow again.

Indeed, he had another round in him ready for her.