Tales from the Beast City: A Stallion's Dance

Story by frear_c on SoFurry

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Two decadent nobles decide to have some fun at a slave's expense.


"I must say you have really outdone yourself this time around sir Lau," the wolf said, his breath heavy with wine, "I have never seen such a lavish and tasteful feast in my life!"

"Thank you my friend," replied the snow leopard as he licked dripping sauce from his fingers, "Nothing is too grand for our esteemed guests, or for my dear sister Palu," he added, gazing at the richly-dressed lady next to him with a look of fierce love in eyes.

The banquet hall around them was full of drunken celebrants reclining on long couches or slouching on large cushions scattered over the tiled floor. Slaves moved diligently between the sprawled forms, filling cups, removing empty dishes and bringing fresh plates of hot, steaming food. The servants, male and female, were adorned with golden jewelry and fine translucent silk that offered a tantalizing glimpse of their charms, whetting the guests' appetite before the final and best part of the meal. Music was provided by a group of pipe and flute players while in the center of the room a team of feline acrobats, unencumbered by any clothing, displayed their marvelous skills by climbing atop one another and bending their supple bodies to the obvious delight of the audience.

"Mmmh, yes, it is a pleasant evening," the lady leopard replied absent-mindedly as she bit into a cut of roast meat, "but the entertainment lacks something. It needs more spice, more zest."

"Oh, don't worry," her brother reassured her, "we have a team of gladiators coming for dessert, and we'll get to pick a punishment for the losers."

"I suppose it shall have to do," she sighed, refreshing her delicate face with perfumed water from a wash bowl. The banquet room was oppressively hot despite the vigorous efforts of several servants armed with fans woven from palm leaves, and the heady smell of burning incense barely masked the fog of sweat and musk that hung in the air.

The clatter of bare hooves on marble made her turn her head. Two slaves strode into the hall, each carrying a huge amphora over his shoulder. The first one was a large fawn mastiff, and the second a grey stallion. Both were field workers who had been sent to assist with the service inside the manor tonight, and their thick arms and broad torsos marked a strong contrast with the slender frames of the domestics. Unlike the other servants they were also entirely nude, and their muscles bulged visibly under the strain of their heavy loads.

Her interest suddenly rekindled, Palu sipped from her glass and followed the two with her eyes as they went from table to table, refilling silver pitchers with wine from the amphoras. Unlike the erotic nudity of the acrobats, their nakedness was not intended to arouse the guests, and indeed most of them barely seemed to notice the two giants. They were mere beasts of burden who were not expected to conform to the same standards of decency as house slaves. Their fur had simply been given a quick brushing before they were allowed into the house.

The pair now headed in her direction, the heavy jars swaying precariously as they walked. Palu had never paid that much attention to the slaves that toiled outside the manor but now she realised how much she had missed out on. The mastiff was a fine animal, with a beautiful short coat whose shiny luster made her fingers itch to touch, a powerful black-colored muzzle and a heavy-looking sheath whose tip just begged to be kissed and sucked. But it was the stallion that caused her breath to accelerate. He was taller than even the mastiff, and looked considerably heavier. His knotted muscles rippled smoothly under his taut skin and he carried himself with a clear self-assurance that was lacking in the other slaves. His considerable manhood dangled proudly between his legs, two black testicles several times the size of his companion's and a fat sheath of hairless, leathery skin from which a flaccid cocktip protruded. The horse used only one hand to hold the amphora, letting the other hang by his side and making no attempt to hide his masculinity as he walked among the revelers. Whether it was from indifference or from pride the leopard could not say.

It was a pity, she thought, that such a wonderful specimen was overlooked by her guests. If only they could be made to watch, to see how stunningly virile and full of raw animal strength he was...

"Lau, my dear," she said, "Do you remember the idea I had in mind for tonight?"

"Of course," her brother grinned, "But is it not too much for our guests?"

"Only one way to know..." she replied.

She caressed the mastiff's flank as he passed her by, enjoying the feeling of the short rough fur brushing her sensitive fingertips. The big dog stopped and let himself be petted meekly until she allowed him to go on his way with a wave of her hand. The horse followed behind the dog, and just as the walked by she stuck out her leg without warning, tripping him.

It would normally have taken more than a frail feline to knock the horse over but the gesture was so unexpected that the heavily-laden stallion lost his balance, tried to regain it unsuccessfully and tumbled to the floor, his wine-filled amphora shattering with a loud crash that was immediately followed by a deadly quiet, music and revelry dying at the same time.

"You fool!" hissed the lady, "Look what you've done, you've bruised my leg and ruined everything! I will have you flogged until no skin remains on your back."

Lau looked at his sister with admiring fondness. Her face was such a mask of feral rage that he could have sworn her anger was authentic.

"But... But I didn't... It was you who..." the horse stammered in a voice where genuine bafflement was already mixed with rapidly mounting anger. He was lying on all fours in a puddle of red wine, unwounded despite the shards that littered the floor around him.

"What did you just say, slave?" the male leopard interjected coldly.

"She did it! She tripped me on purpose," the horse shot back, drawing a horrified gasp from the other servants and a few amused chuckles from the nobles. "Rodolf!" he shouted, turning towards his companion, "Did you not see it? Tell them!"

The mastiff froze in place, the amphora still balanced on his shoulder. Despite his size he seemed to shrink under the gaze of the crowd and his tail instinctively went between his legs. He shook visibly when the lady gestured him to come closer.

"Tell me Rodolf," she said as she grasped his nuts between her clawed fingers, "Do you agree with him?"

His testicles tried to retract from fright but she held them firmly in her grip. Despite the pressure on his orbs he looked at his companion, saw the silent plea in his eyes and with an immense effort steadied himself.

"I'm sure it was an accident, he meant no disrespect..."

"So you think your mistress is a liar?" Palu asked icily.

The canine whimpered piteously when five sharp nails dug into his scrotum. His eyes darted panickedly from his friend to his threatened manhood and he answered with a trembling voice.

"N-no, it happened as you said."

"Good," she smiled, releasing her prey, "Then he deserves a proper punishment."

She snapped her fingers and two guards seized the hapless horse. His eyes showed that he burned to fight back but by now he had realized that he would only dig himself into a deeper hole by protesting further. He was forced to his feet while one of the guards bound his hands behind his back. The guests had started drinking and chatting joyously again, several making bets as to what was going to come next.

"I was going to have you flogged to teach you some manners," Palu said, her voice cutting the air like the cracks of a whip, "But insubordination requires a very exemplary punishment."

"Do your worst!" the horse spat, righteous anger getting the best of him again.

"I have decided," the lady continued impassively, "That you will be suspended."

Another stunned silence broke out.

"Suspended? You mean dismissed? I am free?" the horse finally said, scarcely able to believe what he had just heard.

Palu broke in a clear, crystalline laugh. "Oh no, I meant suspended in a more literal sense," she said, baring her teeth.

For the first time there was a hint of fear in the horse's eyes as the guards dragged him to the center of the room. His tough hide was no stranger to the lash of the whip but it was clear that the lady had something more vicious in mind. The acrobats had retreated to a corner of the hall and in their place stood a tough, mean-looking bull with arms as wide as a man's legs and a loincloth around his waist. In his right hand he held a long coil of rope which he swung effortlessly above a thick beam. With a vicious grin, the bull let the rope slide between his fingers and a noose slowly descended from the ceiling.

Incomprehension turned to disbelief and finally to cold fear on the horse's face while a gasp of shock reverberated through guests and slaves alike.

"But you can't do this... You won't..." the stallion yelled.

"Can't and won't are not part of my sister's vocabulary," Lau chuckled.

The horse trembled and cold sweat shone on his grey skin when the bull grabbed his arms and forced him to turn around. The hangman's crotch brushed against his exposed backside and he felt something hard press between his buttocks.

"I'm going to enjoy this," the bull whispered in his ear as he placed the noose around his head, "There's nothing like breaking an arrogant colt."

The stallion tried his best to remain calm, not wanting to give the onlookers the pleasure of seeing the terror that slowly gripped his brain, but he could not withhold a cry of anguish when the bull ran his lips along his neck while his hand caressed his belly just above his sex.

"It's been too long since I last punished a slave. The ones inside the house have gotten cautious, they won't give me an excuse," the bull continued, his warm breath caressing the horse's cheek, "I hope you last a long time."

"You can't... Not in front of everybody..." the horse protested weakly, shaking his head in vain denial.

"I am free to use my property as I see fit," the lady said without looking up as she picked her teeth with a sharp knife, "Enough talk, I sentence this impudent slave to be suspended by the neck."

"WAIT!" the horse shouted desperately, but his cry was cut short when the bull stepped back one pace and yanked the rope with all his weight. Almost instantly the mighty stallion was hoisted off the ground, only a few inches at first, then several feet as the bull strained and pulled with a grunt of effort.

For a few long seconds, the horse remained immobile, his face frozen in an expression of sheer incredulity, as if his brain could not accept the reality of what was happening. But confusion quickly gave way to survival instinct and he started thrashing and kicking furiously, his body trying to free itself from the noose that compressed his neck and prevented his lungs from drawing air.

Strong as he was, the bull almost lost hold of the rope when the horse started his desperate struggle. Thick veins criss-crossed the surface of his bulging muscles and sweat beaded on his brow as he spread his legs wide to balance himself. Two of the guards rushed to grab the rope but the hangman warned them away with a guttural growl. The spectators held their breath as the contest of strength between bull and stallion unfolded for what seemed like an eternity, the hall echoing with the strangled gurgles of the slave, the whoosh of the kicking hooves, the groans of the hangman and the creaking of rope and wood.

For a minute the outcome hung in the balance but then with a bellow of victory the bull tugged one final time and held himself firmly in place. On the other end of the rope the horse still wriggled like a worm but he was soundly beaten. With a nod the bull called the guards and made them tie the rope to an iron ring set into the floor. His task done, the sweat-drenched hangman breathed deeply and stepped back to admire his work. It was only then that the guests noticed the long, triumphally erect penis that protruded from his loincloth.

"Bravo, bravo!" Palu applauded, "Korrog never disappoints. Now, let's hope this slave proves a graceful loser and gives us a good show."

The stallion did not hear her words but her mocking grin left him in no doubt as to what awaited him. Animal panic filled his eyes and his broad chest burned like a furnace. His whole body jerked convulsively and his desperate attempts to loosen the binds around his wrists caused him to rotate in place, involuntarily offering the whole room a view of his turgid erection. He had felt his penis bulge out of its sheath shortly after his feet had left the ground and his semi-flaccid manhood had grown increasingly rigid during his long struggle with the bull, to the point where it was now spurting a steady flow of watery precum that splashed onto the floor below. The baffling mixture of pain and ecstasy that he felt did not completely prevent him from shivering in rage and shame. He had been bought and sold, put to backbreaking toil without even the means to cover his male parts and now he had lost control of his most intimate functions and was made to cum against his will for the flickering amusement of a crowd of strangers.

Soon, however, these bitter thoughts were drowned by the urge to breathe and the horse jerked and groaned again, another long jet of precum shooting from his dilated cocktip. Froth started dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

"This is a very unexpected and impressive spectacle sir Lau," the wolf whispered, suddenly sober, "But what is the trick? It all seems so real."

"The trick my friend," Lau replied calmly without detaching his eyes from the struggling form, "Is that there is no trick. Enjoy the scene as you won't see this every day."

The wolf's eyes went wide with shock, but he did not stop looking.

Palu was eating grapes one by one from a bunch, all traces of boredom gone from her face. A heavy panting next to her made her turn her head. To her surprise, the mastiff was still standing beside her couch, watching the erotic dance of his unfortunate companion. To her even bigger surprise, he was now sporting his own massive erection, a gigantic, blood-red canine length that bobbed from his retracted sheath and spurted little jets of cum every few seconds. The dog had a dumb, fascinated look on his face and was clearly completely oblivious to what was going on between his legs. She smiled and wondered how intimate these two were. In the absence of females slaves often turned to each other for companionship, and given the size of his package it was unlikely the mastiff was able to mate with anything smaller than a horse.

"Would you like to join your lover next?" She asked as she gripped his dick between her fingers, "After all, you're the one who sent him there, remember?"

The unexpected contact on his skin sent an electric jolt through the dog. He looked at her with a confused face but, gathering his senses, flattened his ears against his skull and pleaded tearfully.

"Please mistress, have mercy on my friend... I'll do anything... I don't want to lose him..."

"Mercy, hmmm? That would certainly be a novel experience for us," Palu mused, still stroking the dog's cock.

On the other side of the couch, her brother Lau and the wolf were masturbating together. "See how his balls are retracting?" The leopard told the man, "He's going to come."

In the center of the room the horse's throes were entering their final stage. The tiles below were slippery with slimy precum and yet his painfully hard penis was spurting still more. His tail was flickering wildly and his legs thrashed around, revealing the dark spot between his buttocks that marked his anus. All dignity and coherent thought had deserted the stallion's brain, utterly replaced by a bestial urge to mate, to defy death by ejaculating his semen. He started humping the air, every muscle in his magnificent body flexing as he drove his heavy penis upwards. The stallion thrust once, then twice, only a few drops spurting from the monstrously large mushroom at the tip of his cock. Then with one raspy gargle the horse thrust a third time and finally came, opening the floodgates of his orgasm.

Jaws dropped across the room as a massive cumshot flew through the air, the thick rope of fertile sperm making a graceful arch before it crashed on the floor, several meters away from the stallion. A second one, scarcely less powerful, traced a semicircle as the horse jerked and turned his body to the left, his seed hitting several of the nearby guests. Several more followed until the mighty flood turned to a trickle and then stopped completely. For a few seconds the crowd saw the horse's penis twitch dryly in the air, his balls utterly drained but the fire in his loins not yet fully extinguished.

Palu did not miss a piece of the scene, and she barely felt the dog climax in her hand, the panting mastiff coating his mistress's fingers with canine seed. In ordinary times such an affront would have resulted in a dire punishment but both of them only had eyes for the male whose life force was being so abundantly spilled.

It was Lau who intervened. He had made himself cum shortly before the horse and, with his head now cleared, he made the agreed signal to the bull. Korrog nodded and quickly positioned himself under the stallion while a guard hurriedly cut the rope with his sword. It was just in time. His strength all spent, the horse was now hanging limply from the noose, his face blue and his eyes rolling in their sockets. The bull groaned when the huge male dropped in his arms but he held firm and lay the still-erect horse on the floor with a carefulness that belied his earlier brutish behavior.

A cry issued from the mastiff's throat as he rushed towards the unconscious horse. Dropping to his knees, he took his friend's head in his hands, kissing him with slobbering licks and cradling him tenderly.

"I'm a coward, it's my fault, all my fault..." he sobbed.

The bull clasped the dog's shoulder and unceremoniously separated the two naked males. A small fox in a physician's garb approached the group and began examining the stallion, pressing his ear against his chest, opening his eye with his fingers and palpating his wounded throat.

"He's fine," he concluded, wiping the cum that had gotten onto his clothes, "Or at least he will be fine after a week of absolute rest. No permanent damage that I can see."

"Slave!" Lau ordered, addressing the mastiff, "Make yourself useful and help carry this horse to the infirmary. I don't think he will be of any more use tonight. Oh, and you may stay by his bedside until tomorrow."

"Thank you, thank you..." the dog sighed in relief. He grabbed the horse under the armpits while a guard took hold of his legs and the two lifted him carefully. The stallion's breathing was laboured but steady and a normal color was progressively returning to his face.

The fox followed the men as they exited the room, briefly stopping to talk to the two leopards with the exasperated look of a teacher with unruly students.

"I must remind you that I do not approve of these little games of yours. It is one thing to punish a rebellious servant but this goes beyond what is acceptable. I am responsible for the slaves' welfare here and it is my duty to report this to the proper authorities."

The lady did not immediately respond, instead dipping her fingers into a trail of still-warm horse semen on the floor. She tasted the treat with relish before speaking.

"Your point is well-taken, and the usual little extra will be added to your salary, for your pains."

"He's not wrong you know," the wolf said after the fox had left, his hand still squeezing his limp member, "What if the horse had died? You could have been fined and your slaves seized."

"People are so sensitive these days!" Lau replied, "But do not worry, Korrog and I kept an eye on him during the whole thing. We've had... plenty of practice together."

The bull grinned at the mention of his name, and for the first time the wolf noticed a large scar around his neck that looked strangely like a rope burn.

"Fascinating," the wolf said softly, "If you don't mind I would like to borrow him for a private lesson. Now that I think of it some of my slaves could use a bit of exercise."