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Heiken let out a throaty sigh and rolled his shoulders. It had been a long day's journey and he was getting ready to unwind. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that the others were setting up camp. They were better suited for those tasks, so he took it upon himself to secure the area. Scouts and guards had already roamed about but there was no harm in being a little extra cautious. Especially with the reports that had been coming in of kobolds roaming about. The creatures weren't' terribly dangerous solo, but get them in groups and they could be formidable. At the very least the little pests would likely kept guards up and steal what they could.

The mighty warhorse made his way in a slow spiral around the camp. Ears and eyes at attention as he worked his way outwards.

Ears bolted forward as something rustled ahead. Attention focused on the spot before him as his heart began to hammer. He only relaxed as a familiar form pushed through the brush, heading towards him. "Missaria," he nodded towards the Arabian mare.

She tossed her flowing mane and smiled at him, "Heiken. Out on your rounds?" Her hooves barely kissed the ground as she moved before him. Muzzle barely brushing his, "Was just heading on a search as well," she tossed her head to look over her shoulder. "Nothing of interest that way." A coy smile slipped across her features as she looked him over slowly. "Though there might be something interesting ahead of me." Trotting forward, she let her flank rub against his slowly.

Now his heart was really starting to thud. The larger warhorse leaning against the lithe mare with a soft groan. Not to let her have all the fun, he began to move as well, leaning into her with a soft whuffle. "Funny, because I just found something before me that might require some further investigation."

The equine pair circled each other slowly, nose to rump, glancing over shoulders as they watched each other. Each step measured and slow as they twined against each other. Feeling the other's warmth as breathes started to come in deeper huffs. Taking in each other's scent. Dusty, a touch of sweat from the day's travel, and under it all, the growing aroma of their excitement. Nostrils flaring as he breathed in her scent, feeling his sheath start to bulge.

A quicker whicker came from the mare as she bumped her haunch against him, "Have you found anything yet?" tail swaying upwards ever so slightly before flicking against his nose.

His snort turned to a deep, long sniff as his head ducked. Letting those coarse whiskers of his muzzle brush against her pussy lips. Her tail brushing against his head with a slow flick before she arched and winked. Dark folds parting just fast enough to tease him with those ruby insides.

She only gave him that hint of her peach before dancing away from him with a playful whinny. Heiken watched the faster, more agile mare as she literally ran circles about him. All fours coming off the ground as she picked up her pace from a trot to nearly a gallop. Bringing her circle tighter about the larger stallion. Each drumming beat of her hooves churning up the ground as she skidded. Right on the verge of falling over or skidding out of control. His lips parting in awe at her grace.

Dirt and grass were thrown into the air as she skidded to a stop behind him. The mare's ears perked forward and eyes practically glowing with mischievous energy. Ducking her head behind his wide rump, she let her nose brush against his heavy sac. His entire body jumping, legs tensing as he resisted the urge to kick.

Missaria let her tongue flick against his sac. Just enough to give his hefty sac a bounce, "When's the last time this was drained?" She smiled as her teeth gently nipped at his flesh. Not hard, but enough to make him jump.

Eyes narrowed with a grunt, Heiken unable to resist letting his cock drop. Not that he was the least bit ashamed of it. Feeling her tongue dancing against his purse and girth as it was presented to her. Heiken lifted a leg and looked under his own body at the Arabian mare, "Oh it has been a while."

Her tongue bathed against his flesh in a teasing lick. Letting her broad tongue play against the underside of his shaft before moving up to nuzzle his balls. Rolling and bouncing them off her muzzle as she sniffed at him with a playful hum. She watched that cock as it throbbed before her. Swaying with each beat of the stallion's mighty heart and lifting forward. Heiken stood rock steady, eyes rolling with a throaty huff as he felt her tending to him. A twitch of muscles making his cock swing up against his belly with a mighty crack.

Standing, she shook her mane out, "Someone's excited isn't he?" The mare made another lap around the grand war stallion, casting wanting glances at him from behind the veil of her mane. "Not in need, per say, but what do you say to a no-risk tryst?"

A groan eased from him as he moved to prance alongside her again, cock swinging with each of his steps. She moved in close enough that his cock brushed against her body. Teasing him with a playful smile on her muzzle as she whickered softly. Lipping at his neck with a quiet huff. Heiken rolling his head to return the gentle laps, "I'd have to be mad not to say yes."

Missaria broke away with a snort, "Well then, we'd better finish our patrols shouldn't we?" Tail flicked as she strolled away, letting him get a very good look at her flushed folds as they winked at him. "Meet you back here in... let's say ten minutes," she called over her shoulder as she trotted off. Teasing him with a wiggle of her hips and a silent promise of what was to come.

Heiken was practically hypnotized by the mare. Nostrils flared to breath in the ghost of her scent that lingered after she left. He let out a snort and shook his head, trying to clear his senses of the seductress. She was right, there was a job to be done. There'd be time enough to savor her soon.

Eyes closed as he leaned his head back with a sigh. Seeking to steady himself and cool the blood that was burning through his system. Ears twitching as the sound of insects and night birds fell into a soothing drone. The cooling night air settling against his body even as his cock throbbed hotly. Warmth resisting the need to cool down. Pulsing against his belly for a long moment before even his stubborn flesh started to soften.

Just as he was starting to relax, the wind shifted and brought a hint of her scent back at him. The mighty warhorse snorting and taking a few steps away. Flesh once again surging against his belly with a smack. He snorted and shook his head, trying to get his mind away from the mare. About how she'd feel under him. Those toned haunches rocking back into him. How her warm lips would resist his ram before parting. Allowing his shaft to whisper though silky walls that hugged every last inch he had to offer her. Nose pressed to her neck to breath in that smell, feel how she panted and squeezed under him...

There was something squeezing his cock. The feeling of something warm wrapping around his privates was just starting to register when something hard wrapped around his flesh. Cold metal gripping his length just behind the head. Matching chill clenching about his base and even his sac.

Surprised was just starting to boil up his spine when a weight dropped onto his rump. His head was just starting to turn as hands gripped his tail and lifted it. Smooth, icy cold metal whispering against his puckered rear. Time slowed to a crawl as his muscles tensed, ready to buck off whoever was attacking before his eyes even focused on the dark shapes.

Legs sprang, lifting his rear as his legs curled up tighter against his body. His mystery assailants tightened their grip on his tail and pushed. Metal, slick with some sort of lubricant, pressed tighter to his rear. It twisted against him as the attackers tried to stay on even as his buck rocketed them upwards.

Heiken's jaw dropped as a furious squeal rose up. The sound cutting off into a shocked grunt as the object was shoved into his rear. Metal feeling as if it were humming somehow as it was crammed into his ass. Tight muscles stretching wider about it and trembling as it wedged deeper. His legs bucking back in a powerful kick that sent something flying. The attackers on his rear keeping their grip as they drove the device home. Muscles spreading wide before clamping behind some sort of flange.

Eyes rolled at the strange penetration, muscles clenching and flexing about the plug as he tried to push it out. Head tossing with the start of a noise that was equal parts surprise and anger.

Whoever was attacking him wasn't done yet. A crude, he wouldn't even call it a bridle, fell over his head. It was more like a burlap sack that had been shaped into something of a mask. Heiken tossed his head with a surprised snort, trying to get the hood off. Weights pulled back and landed on his back. Feet pressing to his neck as his attackers pulled tighter, cinching the sack about his head.

As he tossed his head, the stallion got a look at his assailants. Hides ranging from brown to black to a dusky red, small, lizard like bodies. All barking at each other in a languages of hisses and rumbles.

Kobolds.

They were pouring out of the woods, some leaping from the trees. All armed with weighted ropes that were being tossed at his legs. The warhorse readied himself for a spin and buck, ready to lash out with all four of his hooves. The creatures were small and fairly weak, but he knew how dangerous they were in numbers. Hard to tell just how many of them there were, but it was simple math. There were too many of them. Retreat would be his best option. Return to the camp and rouse the guard. Embarrassing though his situation may be, the kobolds' strategy of numbers was a valid one.

Heiken's hooves landed on the forest floor, finally finishing the first buck. Spinning about, he planted all four and reared with a, somewhat muffled, battle squeal. Muscles tensing as he prepared to launch himself through the brush and towards camp.

Ropes pulled taught. Not about his legs, but about his privates. Surprising as it might sound, he'd nearly forgotten about the metal rings that were clenched tight about his manhood. Ropes linked the rings together, meaning that even as he gathered himself for the leap and the kobolds pulled, the rings were tightening about his girth and sac.

Eyes bolted wide as he tried to abort the leap. Throwing his body backwards even as his hooves tried to fire him forward. A muffled squeal coming from the large stallion as feet kicked against the air, body twisting as he tried to keep himself upright. It resulted in the warhorse flailing about the air like a fish out of water before landing heavily on his side. Air rushing from his lungs with a throaty grunt. He wasn't just going to lay there until he recovered. His body was already moving to get hooves under him even as the kobolds swarmed. It was only as he hit the ground and fought to right himself that he became aware of how that devious plug was jostling with each movement. Something inside of it nearly humming as he shifted.

By some miracle he was able to get to his feet, but not before a couple ropes were thrown about his legs. The warhorse threw his head and bucked, the motion jerking short as a loop of rope caught at his hinds. Heiken dropped his head with a snort and spun, trying to gain some measure of freedom.

Each twist and buck brought a stronger hum from that plug. Metal trembling within his rump and shaking him to the core. Teeth gritting as it pressed against something within him, sending jolts of raw pleasure surging up his spine. Pleasure that was soon joined as the rings slipped against his turgid pole. What excitement that had already built only seeming to increase. Unwanted though it may be.

The hood slipped as he spun, half-blinding the stallion. Ears twitching within the fabric as he tried to track the horde about him. A voice rang out nearby, giving him a target as he reared back to lash out with hooves. One caught with a solid impact and a pained cry.

His triumphant thrill lasting but an instant before a rope lashed out. Catching him across the sac, surprising more than anything, and making the stallion buck again with a squeal. Hooves lashing against the hobbling rope. Draconic voices rose about him and the ropes lashed again. Striking against his bound sac and making it jump as the stallion continued to attempt his bucking and thrashing. Each motion setting that device humming ever faster. Buzzing against his prostate with a pleasurable agony. Cock leaping against his belly with a resounding, wet crack as precum spilled about the ground underhoof.

Years of training and countless battle had ingrained a certain talent into the every fiber of his being. Even with that immeasurable experience, Heiken found himself ill-prepared for a fight such as this.

Try as he might to fight and drive off the kobolds, muscles were starting to ache and burn. He was a warhorse, built for his stamina, but their tactics were beyond unexpected. The tugging of ropes that were pulling at his legs and privates, how the ropes lashed against him, and that infernal buzzing. All of it was sapping his stamina at a speed he was unaccustomed to. Sweat was foaming his hide and breath coming in heavy pants. Motions slowing as that toy and the rings were steadily bringing him to a state he was not prepared for.

Hooves slipped on the churned up earth, head swimming as the seasoned veteran began to stumble. Every sense reeling as his body shook under the unexpected assault. Pace slowed as his muscles shook. Length lifting against his belly as crown flared.

Seeing their victory close, the kobolds tugged harder at the ropes. Rings pulling at the straining length. His hooves dug into the ground and back arched. Spine arching and hips shuddering in a mockery of rutting as the kobolds swarmed about him. None dared move under the stallion, not as his hooves continued to stomp and churn the earth. Though many watched that length with rapt fascination.

A shamed squeal tore through the night as his body hunched. Thick strands of prized seed jettisoning from his trapped length to coat the ground and his belly. Heiken's sac pulling tight against the ring with each shot. That cursed device humming away as his rear clamped, prolonging his climax that much longer. Sending jolts through every fiber of his being as his eyes rolled back in his head. Maw hanging open with a huffing groan. Entire form trembling with the force of his climax.

Kobolds took the opportunity to rush the stallion. The sac coming off his head to be replaced with a crude bridle made of coarse ropes. More ropes were wrapped about his legs and privates, further restraining him. His head could only hang in weary shame as they moved about him. Eyes shutting most of the way as the once-mighty stallion stood in his own mess. Keenly aware of how his member continued to pulse.

Weary head swung to watch as the kobolds ran rope about him. Even going so far as to lash his throbbing member to his belly. Heiken shivering as even shifting his weight made that length grind against his messy pelt. Huffs breaking free as the stallion's head hung lower.

All hands stilled as something crunched nearby. His ears bolting up and aiming at the path. Another step, sound of hooves off rock. A kobold leapt at him, wrapping all their limbs about his muzzle.

Missaria kept her step light as she followed her own tracks back. More than eager to rejoin with Heiken and... A smile crossed her muzzle as insides shook. Excited by the idea of their tryst. She'd had her eye on him for some time now. Knew that a majority of the mares, and even some of the stallions, wished to partake in his company. Not that his status mattered, nor would the envy of the others. All that mattered to the mare was what was about to happen. A smile crossing her muzzle as she thought about just how large the male was. The way that his cock swayed with each stride. Just imagining how it would feel within her body. Oh that brought a shiver to her.

Tail swayed as her pussy winked with building excitement. Up ahead, she could see a large, familiar shape in the growing dark. "Oh Heiken," she called out excited, "glad to see you made it..." voice trailed off as she rounded a tree, "Back..."

It took a few seconds to process what was before her. Heiken, fully erect, was bound by heavy ropes. Easily a couple dozen kobolds surrounded the great stallion, all holding the horse's bindings.

Stunned and surprised by the sight of what lay before her, the mare made for an easy target.

Flushed pussy walls clenched as something hard and cold was driven into her. The chill was enough to make her muscles twitch, giving the barest hint of resistance before it was driven deep into her pussy. A surprised, "Mmmf!" grunted out as teeth clenched from the sudden penetration. The device was smooth with a slight bulge along it's length, shaped almost like a cone that had been stretched out. A thicker ridge nearing the base giving muscles something to grip on as it was driven into her very core.

It took her a few seconds longer than she cared to admit before what happened fully registered. To feel the weight on her back, the hands holding her tail up. Head jerking back to look at the kobolds as they pulled ropes taut to her backside with a grin, planting the smooth, wide base of the toy firmly against her sex. A shudder of embarrassed disgust rippling through her at the thought of having something artificial within her. A smooth protrusion pressing against her clit as something within the toy hummed. Making it buzz in a way that brought a surprised squeal from her. Muscles clenching about the toy in involuntary, surprised, pleasure.

Cackles rippled through the kobolds as ropes were tossed about her neck. Tossing her head, the mare let out a savage squeal and began to spin. Hooves flying out as the Arabian turned herself into a whirling dervish. Bucking and kicking as fast as she could. Each step finding purchase even on the kicked up ground from Heiken's battle.

Nostrils flared, picking up the scent of sweat, anger, and... semen? She couldn't focus on that. Not as she tried to keep track of where Heiken was as she spun. Moving through the horde surrounding him. Feet pressing to her neck as the two on her back pulled the ropes taught and held on.

She couldn't keep it up though. Trained though she might be, she was a scout. While she was fleet of foot, there was only a finite amount of stamina that she had. She'd have to stop soon and take a short break. They'd have to make their move then wouldn't they? Fuck, she could already feel the burn creeping through her muscles. Each jump making that toy hum and buzz all that much harder.

No, focus girl! She told herself as teeth ground. Trying to ignore the incessant humming that was pressing against her. It was shaking her in more ways than she cared to count. Each of her steps only making it buzz that much harder. Metal warming now as it played with her. Resting directly on her clit, already engorged by the thought of a tryst with Heiken, now hard with unwanted excitement. Chest heaving as her breath caught in her throat. The ropes pulling that fucking thing tighter into her.

Her next buck hit a low spot and nearly fell her. Nostrils flaring with a surprised snort as she dug at the ground with all fours to steady herself. Every inch of her body shook as she took a breath to steady herself.

That second of pause was just enough. Kobolds calling out something as she stilled. Something hard, thicker than the toy in her pussy, shoving into her untested rear. Instinct driving the muscles to clench but it was already deep. Stretching her rear wide about the thick base before they managed to clamp about a ridge. Holding the toy within her own rear as it hummed merrily. The actual penetration catching her by surprise once again, kobold cackles ringing in her ears.

An enraged scream came from the mare as she jumped again. Hoof hitting that little bastard this time. She barely saw it fly away before she was spinning again. Teeth gnashing as she whirled about the area. Kobolds screeching and calling to one another as they scattered out of gear. Chest heaving as she pushed herself.

Toy clacking against plug, making both jostle and shake within her. Muscles clenching and trying to push both out without success. She caught glimpses of kobold about her, tossing ropes to try and snare her. Hooves lashed when they could, driving kobold back, or just skipped out of the way when they couldn't. Ropes lashed at her flanks and hooves. Some even wrapping about a thigh before whipping free. The loosing strands lashing across her teats and drawing a squeal from her.

It was getting harder to keep up the pace. Her whirl already slowed than the first. Each step finding less and less secure footing. She was starting to pant and stumble as she tried to keep it up. More ropes coming at her from seemingly every angle. Chest heaving as she groaned, feeling the ropes whip against legs and teats over and over. Never giving her so much as a second of rest.

Missaria found herself stumbling, nearly dropping as she was forced to slow. Ending her spin with her rump towards some brush now. Her ears folding back into silvery mane as she glared at the kobolds. Little creatures hissing and snarling at each other as they formed a wary half-circle before her. "That's right," she huffed, shivering as juices trickled from under the plate and down a leg. "Be afraid little..."

Ear twisted about as the brush behind her rustled. Muscles bunched, weary and barely able to respond after her pushing herself so hard. She could feel them creaking as she tried to turn herself away from the bush so as to face whatever was there.

Kobolds practically poured from the bush and rushed under her. The mare breathing out a tired squeal as she started to nearly dance on the spot. Somehow, by some perverse miracle, the creatures ducked and dodged around her hooves. Her ears bolting upright as fingers closed about her teats and pulled. Jerking hard enough to draw a squeal from her as her legs nearly buckled. Cackles rose up about her as something pressed to the teats before clamping down. The kobold's weight dropping, replaced by a firm pinch and pull from weighted clamps.

Bucking, she tried to stamp down at the things underneath her. Only to have the fresh and invigorated kobolds dance about her as well. Chanting and practically singing as they mocked her. Their claws finding her other two teat to pull and tease before clamping down.

Her ears pinned back against her head, chest heaving with throaty pants as the mare flew into a rage. Nearly stumbling with each stomp as she started to spin and kick.

She was barely able to keep up now. Legs felt as if they were made of solid lead. Each step sluggish to her and every kick feeling as if she were moving through water. To make matters worse, every last motion she made sent those devious devices into motion. Smooth metal humming merrily against her clitoris. Making insides clench and tremble as she winked involuntarily. Juices leaking down over her thighs to drip onto the churned earth. Weights sway and knocked against each other. Each bounce pulling the clamps tighter. And that plug was humming as well. Chattering against its partner, only separated by the thinnest barrier of flesh.

Now, several minutes in, she felt less like a prime and proud scout, the most noble of her troop. Instead, she felt like a drunkard. Barely able to keep her feet under her as she stumbled about. Foamed sweat matting her fur as she fought to keep the creatures at bay.

Eyes darted over to Heiken as she kept fighting. The proud stallion refusing to meet her gaze. Heavy ropes wrapped about his legs, hobbling him, before being staked to the ground. Kobolds leaving him where he stood while they dealt with her. Not that it looked like he'd be going anywhere soon. Not with his cock still raging beneath him. Metallic rings glistening on the length and his proud sac. Linked by a rope that was staked to the ground as well. They weren't giving him so much as an inch of room to move.

Maybe, just maybe, if she could get over to him she could get those ropes loose enough to free the warhorse. His muscles were twitching and sweat foamed about his shoulders, but he had been resting somewhat while she fought. If she could get him free, defend his flank, then maybe they could escape?

Gods above she was tired. Every muscle felt like it was on fire, she couldn't last at this rate.

She didn't have to though. He was only a couple lengths away. All she had to do was make it to him and kick some of the ropes loose. Surely she could manage that.

Putting on her best war face, the mare took a shaking step forward. Several kobolds actually backing up as they saw the look in her eyes. Her eyes nearly crossing as even that single step forward made the devices bounce. The stretched cone that filled her tunnel bouncing within gripping walls. No, she couldn't stop yet.

Another step and jostle. Chest heaving as her insides started to ripple. Missaria feeling a familiar flutter gathering in her core as she advanced on the bound warhorse. Each stride only the barest shuffle as she groaned. She was keenly aware of just how the plugs were trembling inside her, that probe nudging and rubbing her clit with unceasing, tortuous pleasure. She could barely think now as she fought against the growing tidal wave of pleasure. Maw hanging open as she tried to cool herself with deep breaths.

"When I get free I'm going to..." she took a step, limbs shaking. "I'm... going to..." Body swayed, weights swinging on her teats and pulling sharply. Pussy winking hard enough now to make the toy jostle against her insides. "G-go...going..." Another step, hoof tapping off a rope.

CUM! the mare clamped her mouth shut to cut off the scream. Not wanting to give them the satisfaction. Entire body seizing as bliss washed over her. A scream ripping free before being choked off as the orgasm she'd denied herself during the fight broke her. Haunches quaking as her nose nearly touched the ground. Sweet nectar splashing against the toy's plate to gush down onto the ground. A grunting noise, primal and strained, breaking free of the mare as hips jerked, spine arching from the force of it all. Legs locking instinctively lest she fall over. Every scrap of sense leaving as she nearly blacked out.

As if they'd been waiting on that singular moment, the kobolds swarmed. Dragon-like creatures snarling and yipping at each other as they quickly bound the fierce mare. Ropes wrapping about her legs, hobbling her as they had the stallion. Another bridle founds its way to her maw, fat bit shoved in between her teeth before ropes were pulled tight, silencing her primal cries.

By the time her senses returned, they had her well and truly bound. Missaria blinking slowly, confusion then shame washing over her. Head swinging to look at the couple dozen kobold that were gathering the ropes that bound her. Then back to Heiken. Eyes meeting his for the briefest of time before they both looked away, ashamed. Defeated.

Reins were pulled, the Arabian mare only giving the most token of resistance before she was turned about. Heavy hoof beats behind her signaling that they were moving Heiken as well. Kobolds hopping onto her back with a chorus of cheer before drawing ropes. Missaria's ears bolting up as coarse hairs tickled her rear before folding back with shame as the horde began to draw her forward. Each step rubbing her rump against Heiken's nose.

Behind Heiken could only whuffle weakly. Nose pressing against where metal met flesh. The mare's lovely scent only further teasing him, so close yet the stallion was denied. Ropes pulling tighter as he tried to draw away, forcing his nose to stay where it was. Gleeful laughter sounding from the kobolds as they lead their prizes off to some fate. Hands and ropes petting and rubbing both horses. Not allowing Heiken even a moment's of rest as they teased about his still-flared crown and turgid flesh. Even going so far as to rub his balls with a cooed comment that brought laughter.

Huffing, the pair were lead deeper into the woods. Fate a mystery to them.