Negotiations Breakdown
#7 of Stories For McFan
Ah now this was an interesting one to work up. Was a fun little capture piece starring characters from: McFan, Uppmap, and Jackrow. Had fun getting this one all worked out. Hope y'all enjoy it too.
Heiken grumbled under his breath. The large, gray stallion glanced over his shoulder, "Are you certain that it's secured?" He was too well trained to display any nerves. Any that knew him well could see the slight muscle tremors. Though most were hidden under the ceremonial armor he wore. What tremors did show only made the shining armor look that much more resplendent. "We don't want anything to happen to anyone here." The stallion stomped and breathed out a low snort, "Especially when we'd catch the blame for it all."
Feronen breathed out a quiet huff. Not loud enough to draw a glare from Heiken, but certainly enough to make his ear twitch. The brown and cream mare shook her blonde mane out, "Everything has been checked." Just not by her. She'd been rather busy that morning, and had trusted her subordinates to go over everything. Delegation was all part of being a leader wasn't it?
She caught his look and gave him her best smile right back. "It's safe, Heiken." The mare trotted up beside him. Her leather armor respelndant in the sunlight. "It's..." she pressed against him with a purred, "secure." Punctuating with a twitch of her tail that whipped his backside.
The gray stallion snorted and shuffled to the side, "Feronen, behave," came the sharp rebuke. His dark mane threatened to spill from under his helmet. "Are you certain that you double checked the area?"
Any fliratious tone in her expression faded. The mare's expression going fiery. Her lip curled back, ready to unload onto her superior. Salvation from her sharp tongue came with in a honey sweet voice, "Heiken dear, I'm certain that Feronen has done an excellent job."
Blizzard, a mare whose pelt was the purest white, brushed against Feronen with a sweet smile. The wind picked up as she moved in, whipping her silvery mane about her head and neck. Rather than tangle, it seemed to strangely straighten her hair. Letting it flow elegantly, all before a pair of blossoms landed perfectly within her flowing mane. The scent of spring time flowed about her. Following in every step. "I," she breathed out, brushing against the military leader, "am as certain in her abilities as I am in yours." The forest mare hummed so sweetly and smiled up at Heiken, "She is your trusted one, is she not? Or do you not trust in your own abilities?"
It was rare to see Heiken flustered so easily. Feronen smirked as the mighty warhorse stammered, "Of course."
"You know," Feronen kept her voice low, "I am almost jealous of her charm." Low as her voice was, it wasn't so low it went unnoticed by the white stallion that had followed Blizzard.
Thunder let out a low snort, "That is my mother you are talking about." He rolled his head, trying to look tough, "Protector of the Forest, some respect in your voice wouldn't go amiss." Feronen glanced down at him, sizing the stallion up. He was his mother's match in coloration. No doubt healthy as well, though was a good couple hands smaller than Heiken.
"Oh she is showing your mother respect," a new voice washed over them. A hippogryph mantled rich purple feathers and smirked. "If she didn't, then she would be talking about Blizzard's delectable scent and how..." he shook out his wings and snapped his beak, "_rousing_it is. Why it's astounding that the good Sir Heiken can even stand to wear all that tight armor while in her presence." He swaggered towards the leaders, manhood already partially free to show off. "Wouldn't it be far more comfortable to be free? Look at Thunder there. He's certainly enjoying freedom!" Melvar cawed a laugh as Thunder flushed hotly.
Heiken grumbled, but Blizzard bumped his flank with hers ever so lightly. "It is nice to see you as well, Melvar." Her gaze shifted beyond the hippogryph, "And Margot, it's a pleasure as always."
The cow swaggered up behind Melvar, "Hardly a pleasure, but here I am." The black and white bovine shorted quietly, "Though my lack of pleasure is somewhat a shared responsibilty." She tilted her head with an exaggerated wink towards Thunder. "Nothing against you." The younger stallion blustered and stammered, being silenced as the cow shouldered him aside, "Well, I believe we're all here. So why don't we get started? Sooner we begin, the sooner we can all stop flirting and lowing."
The warhorse grunted, "Quite right. Feronen, if you will?" He nodded towards the mare.
"Right this way," she offered a curt bow. Nearly ignoring the way Melvar stared at her backside. Only giving the hippogryph's beak a swat with her tail before leading the way.
The meeting room was a shallow cave. One that the scouts had found some time ago. It was good for overnight camping. Deep enough that all six of the delegates could fit within, and have room to spare. Yet not to cavernous either. A large, low table waited on them, piled with foods and fitted with drinks. Lanterns stood on posts, each casting a warm light around it.
"Crisp spring water," Blizzard breathed, "an offering from the forests.
"No wine?" came the grumble from Melvar.
"Not until after the discourse is over." Her tail twitched, "We don't need any inhibitions lowered. Aside from the water, which I know is the cleanest for miles, we also bring fresh berries."
Feronen ambled forward, "They are rather good, best I'd had."
Melvar snorted, "We'll see how it compares to the wines I'd brought with me."
Margot moved forward, "Well, I see that they brought in my gifts of cheese. Should be delightful with those berries."
Heiken tossed his head, "Then shall we begin?" A sharp stamp echoed off the cavern walls. The stallion standing at the entrance as his men slid the capstone into place. All gathered watched, holding their breath as the entrance was sealed. By all reports, and numerous investigations, that was the only way in or out. It would remain sealed until the next morning. By which time they should reach an accord, hopefully.
"So," Melvar picked at a couple dishes before grabbing a bit of rabbit, "Let's start then. Land rights." He took a bite from the roasted meat and ripped it free. Gobbling it down before continuing, "We're looking at half of the eastern side."
Blizzard rolled her eyes, "We had already settled that you're getting none of the forests, and we would allow your people to forage through our woods."
He flashed a beaky grin, "Worth trying again." His eyes glowed with a vibrant purple, "Life tip there, Thunder. See how far a lady is willing to go. Try something beyond what she'd like so the next thing you suggest is more likely to succeed."
"Don't listen to him," Margot sighed, "Though I wouldn't mind discussion pasture usage, among other," she cast a glance at Thunder and smirked, "things. No, what we're here for is to talk about is your troops." She turned her attention to Heiken.
Feronen rolled her eyes, "This again?" She chewed on a couple berries and moved to lay down.
Heiken silenced his second in command with a look. Hard to reprimand her with a mouthful of delightfully toasted grain. "I believe we had an agreement there as well. I was informed we were gathering to mediate a disagreement." He shook his head and thought. It was strangely warm in here. He could feel a slight breeze drifting past him, but it wasn't doing much to cool his body. Perhaps the others had been right, and full armor had been a poor choice.
The barest hint of a frown creased Blizzard's pristine features, "While I do recall this group being rather disagreeable, we generally agree on the agenda. Even if some of us would like to dredge up older arguments when there's new to be handled."
Margot snorted, "I wouldn't have to drag them back up if we would settle them."
Heiken half-tuned the pair out. They liked to bicker back and forth. Blizzard knew exactly where she stood on everything and what lines she would not cross. Meanwhile Margot was stubborn, but not quite to a fault. He'd heard them argue enough that he could half-tune them out. There was something that rankled his senses. Something he couldn't quite place his hoof on.
His gaze darted over the others assembled to see if they noticed something. Feronen was rolling her eyes at the squabbling pair. Blizzard and Margot had turned to face one another. Thunder's gaze was lowered, his position offering him a perfect view of the bovine's backside. Unsurprisingly, the younger stallion was already at half-mast. Each beat of his heart bringing more life to his ram. Margot was a rather healthy specimen, with a plump udder and other lovely areas she had no qualms in showing off. Likewise, Melvar's gaze was focused on Blizzard's posterior. The hippogryph readily starting to drop, his impressive length easing from his sheath. Why even Heiken could feel his manhood straining against his armor.
His eyes drifted to Blizzard as the mare stomped mid-argument. That delicious rump. Pelt as pure as freshly driven snow. Her normally pale lips a rich, gloriously rosy color. Petals twitching slightly as she grew agitated. Why it almost seemed as if...
Something clicked.
Blizzard had arrived in the evening, earlier than the other delagates. He'd spent time with her, just catching up. She hadn't been in such a state then. Why she hadn't even been in such a state mere minutes ago. He was far more riled up than he should be, even with such close proximity to a trio of mature females.
Someone had set them up.
The stallion's lip was just curling to shout an alarm when the lights went out. Cries of alarm rose from the group. A shrill scream from somewhere, then everyone talking over each other.
"What's happening?"
"Gather up!"
"I thought you said this was secure!"
"If this is some sort of trick!"
Voices all blended into one in the dark. A chaotic chorus that made Thunder's ears pin back as the stallion instinctively backed away with a snort. He shook his head and took a half-step towards where he remembered his mother being. Something whispered against his manhood. It was soft and welcoming enough that it made the stallion huff and buck. Hips instinctively rocking towards the unseen warmth.
A warmth immediately replaced by something cold and hair. The heavy, unyielding strength of a shackle wrapped about his cock and locked into place with a clack that shook through his body. Jaws fell open as the stallion shook, his hips rocking again as if to buck off the bonds. The restraint was tight against his base, making his cock throb as it trapped blood in his length. His cock leapt in the bond and cracked off his own belly. The panic making his heart beat that much harder. He felt... weird. Like his limbs were heavy, made all the heavier as the shackle trapped blood in his raging length. There was no time to register. Not a single second to gasp, shudder, or even buck, before the second attack came.
Most people wouldn't even call it an attack. Countless hands brushed over his cock. Their touch was light, but firm enough that the stallion felt worried about bucking. When he gave a half-buck to kick at his attackers, they responded with a hard jerk. Heavy ropes pulled the shackle down, immediately rooting his hooves in place. Thunder rolled his head and huffed, legs trembling as the attackers kept working. Hands roamed over his length, tracing from base to tip. Even teasing his flared crown. There was so much stimulation so fast, he couldn't...
"Ah..." came he gasp, "AHHH!" Thunder cried out. The pale furred stallion hunching forward. Eyes rolled about in his head as his climax came on quickly and unbidden. Those expert touches bringing him to finish far faster than he could have ever imagined. Youthful balls leapt with ech coaxed spray. More than ready and eager to paint his belly and attackers with his seed. Giggles and chiding laughs brought a flush to his cheeks.
They weren't the only thing his attackers brought to him. Another shackle clamped onto his cock, just below the head. He could feel ropes pull tight along it, linking it to the one about his base. Thunder tried to gasp, but the sound cut off as both restraints tightened. His head pounded in time with the thundering of his heart.
Something smooth kissed his winking rear. Slick, a little slimey, and utterly alien. The plug twisted its way in as his pucker relaxed in between leaps of his cock. His eyes went wide, rolled about in his head, and drew a stifled grunt from the stallion. Even before he'd finished painting the ground with his seed, the attackers placed another shackle on his cock, wrapping it tighter about his belly. He shuddered, then gasped as his twitches made the plug dance in his rear, stimulating him to a level he'd never imagined. It shook through his whole body, making his eyes roll about his head as his senses began to leave him. The attackers took advantage of this, fitting a sturdy bridle about him and jerking the stallion aside.
Controlled panick shot through Feronen. Something had gone seriously wrong. In an instant she was on alert, panicked, kicking herself for not checking the cave herself, and ready to fight. All this shot through her in a matter of seconds before settling to a background hum. Her ears twisted about, alert for any sound. Though she was somewhat hampered by the general chaos ifrom those about her. Her nostrils flared, the mare huffed, and... something tickled her senses. Something differently familiar. It was something she knew too well, the scent of a male's musk. It had been tickling her senses since they'd closed up the cavern. That swirl of Thunder, Melvar, and Heiken.
She shook her head and snorted. The decoractive reins slipping from their perch on her neck. _Focus girl,_she chided herself.
The reins slipped a bit more. Then pulled tight. She snorted and pulled, feeling the weight on her reins pull tighter. Muscles tensed and she started to rear. More weight latched onto the reins and forced her down. It was heavy! Whoever had a hold of them was far heavier than she expected.
Grinding her teeth, she reared with a squeal. There was a little play, enough to let her rise! Then whoever had her reins jerked and hauled her back down. Off balance, the fighter stumbled forward a step and slammed into something. Heavy metal plates rattled, a too-familiar sound. She'd walked alongside Heiken enough to recognize the rattle of his armor. Sneaky fuckers had bound her to the larger stallion. Pair that with her decorative reins being sturdier than expected, and she was fairly well trapped.
Worse still, her nose was pressed tight to his backside. Nose buried right between his rear and heavy, healthy sac. Instinct made her nostrils flare, flutter, and the mare breath in a shocked breath. Her eyes fluttered, head shook, but she couldn't pull away. The bastards had looped her reins through his armor plates somehow, probably even using them as a crude pulley to draw her down.
Feronen tried to breath, to clear her head, but that only made it worse. She hook her head, tried to blow the scent out her nostrils. It was useless. All she did was fill her senses even more with his wonderful, musky aroma. That rich, heady aroma of a stallion in his prime. Instinct reared its ugly head and brought unrelenting hooves down on training. The more she tried to fight it off, the worse it became.
Distracted as she was with her inner turmoil, she failed to notice the hands grabbing her tail. It wasn't until a thick toy was twisted into her winking pussy that she realized what was going on back there. Yet she couldn't fully care. Not as that wonderfully ridged object hit everything just right. Her breath came in shorter gasps, eyes rolling back in her head. Every muscle trembled as something built within her that she hadn't allowed herself to feel.
"AhhHHHHAAAAAAAA!"
Margot's ears pinned back as she backed away from the table. It was loud, chaotic, and there was no telling what was going on or who was where. She did remember being somewhere near a wall. If she could get her back to that then she should be safe.
"Everyone calm down!" Heiken's voice called out over the cacophony. Easy for him to say, he was a warrior and heavily armored. She'd just come to make sure her interests were represented. Now here she was, backed against a wall, with who knows what happening around her. Once she got out of this...
Something wrapped about her teats and was cinched up hard and tight, "OooooooOMMMM!" she started to call out, breath bursting from her in a soundless gasp as someone wound a rope tightly around her udder. Her eyes went wide as they pulled the ropes tight. She'd enjoyed her fair share of more sensual touches and even milkings, but this? It was tighter than she'd ever felt anything on her sensitive teats before. She tried to breath, to move, but any sort of motion pulled at the ropes and thus the clamps.
Before the shock could even fully register on her senses, their attack continued. Weight came down on the rope and something grabbed her haunch, using her bound udder as a stepping stool. The weight dropped heavier on her udder before something kissed her slit. Something slick, hard, yet somewhat pliable. There was only an instant between her feeling it and the toy being shoved into her. "Kiyyaa!" came the call from her attacker as they drove the toy in up to the hilt.
"AaaaaahhH!" she bellowed, the sound rising in volume as another weight came down on that rope step. It tugged at her haunch and udder, jostling her teats. More pressure to her backside, then a plug was forced into her clenching rear. It made it halfway in before the attacker fell to the ground with a nearly silent thump. Weight, kick off, and someone else slammed the plug in the rest of the way.
Margot couldn't even scream this time. Her mouth hung open as her rear screamed at her, pussy clenching around the toy. Each beat of her heart made her privates thrum with painful need as everything got to her.
Attackers swarmed around her. Some ducking under her. Adding another clamp here, a twist of the rope there, making everything under her that much more tortuous. Others would lift themselves up, purposfully using the ropes to haul themselves up, before either slapping the base of the toys, or adding another. Each one having a different shape or thickness. Some twined about others. This one had ridges. That one strange bumps. She quickly lost track of it all, her head spinning as the attackers mocked her. Laughing, mooing, and swatting her ass to make her stagger forward. Each step tugging at the ropes and clamps, making the belled toys jangle noisly. She only hoped that the others were having better luck!
Blizzard felt that panic roll up her spine. That tingle of worry that threatened to overwhelm her. It was only experience and training that let her stamp down that worry. She could let it claim her later, but now there was trouble.
Her ears twitched as she listened for anything dangerous. Which was nearly impossible the cacophony surrounding her. Why Margot would be enough to drive anyone deaf. It wasn't just the sounds either. Her nose was starting to pick up some sort of strange aromas. She'd felt something strange moments ago. Either something in the food or the air had started to make her feel warm and tingly. That low thrum of arousal had started to pulse through her. Even now she was keenly aware of how her own tail felt as the hairs brushed her cunny.
The mare did her best to suppress the shiver. What had they given her? How could it put her into such a state so fast? Most importantly, who was this mysterious _they_that had perpetrated this as well? It had to be some sort of powerful aphrodisac. If it was getting her this bad, how would it affect the others?
A grunting squeal and the scent of an over-excited male hit her nostrils. "Thunder!" she gasped, turning towards the source. Worry for her son breaking through the cool control.
Something grabbed her tail as she spun and jerked. Not hard enough to make the mare stagger. More like something was using it as a handhold to get up. She didn't have time to fully register this before something blunt kissed her lips. The width was instantly and intimately familiar. It felt like a stallion, yet it was too wide for even that. The broad, blunted tip ground over her flushed pink folds, forcing them to start a wink.
This all happened in an instant. A moment too fast for her to consciously even register. The toy twisted and slammed into her with enough force to drive the breath from the mare. Her insides leapt for shocked joy, for they knew the shape instinctively. It was a stallion's member, but one larger than she'd ever experienced before. Yet there was also something wrong about it. It wasn't warm, barely pliable, there was no warmth or throbbing to it, and no weight upon her back.
Lips curled as she started to shake her stupor off. The mare uttered a battle cry as she kicked out. Her squeal rent the air as he hoof caught something and flung it away. Though she lost some strength to the strike. Her leg twitched as the toy slipped. Its glistening surface making it slide in her pussy, the flared tip scraping her walls just right.
All it took was that moment of hesitation. That barest pull from her kick. Even as her opponent fell away, several more took their place.
Her tail was grabbed again and yanked. Likewise her mane was jerked down. The mare's squealing only growing louder as pain shot through her. A bridle kissed her muzzle, making her twist and pull away with a snarl. Hooves stamping towards those in front of her. She danced and spun, the motions quick and graceful despite her growing anger and panic. Yet her attackers were just as fast, and they had the advantage of seemingly being able to see her.
With her distracted by those at her front, the rear assault redoubled. Quick, clever fingers shoved under the toy and massaged her engorged clit. The mare's eyes shooting wide as raw pleasure shot up her spine. Yet her defensive strikes continued. Hooves cracking off stone as she kicked and spun and bucked. As she spun and kicked, the toy slid a bit more. Her insides squeezed and rolled. Torn between pushing it out and wanting it deep.
Deep it was as something slammed into the phallus and jammed it so far into her. Her footwork stalled as the mare's breath caught again. Just that second of hestation was enough for a weight to come down on her back. Someone... no. Two someones landed on her rump and gripped her tail. She tried to buck, to throw them off, but they had a strong grip.
One latched onto the toy and twisted it, delivering a sensation she'd never felt before. Something only amplified by the insessent pressure on her clit. Those fingers curling around it, massaging it, treating it in ways she'd never felt before. If it had been a stallion doing this, teasing her with tongue and lips, she would have been able to shrug it off. Prance away with a laugh. This? She was all but helpless under this assault. Trying to focus on defending herself while being pleasured like this? It was a losing battle.
"Ah..." she gasped, bucking and kicking. "Ahmmmm..." Blizzard bit her lip and tried to contain herself. Control her breathing, focus on just...
"SCREEEEMMMMMM!" came the orgasmic squeal as the toy was twisted just so. Her limbs locked up, knees bracing in the instinctive mating pose. Despite everything, her body was expecting a stallion to be on top of her. It waited for that hard lunge and the warmth to fill her. A warmth that never came.
Her attackers finished their assault even as the blissful waves crashed through her. A heavy bridle was thrown onto the mare's head and cinched tight. Hobbles were wrapped between her legs, limiting how far she could stride. As for the two on her back? They were joined by others. All cackling, laughing, and taking their turns twisting the toy inside her. Keeping her in a stupor as other cries rose around her.
What an utter failure. What an absolute and utter failure. He knew he should have checked on everything himself. _Stupid, stupid horse!_He chided himself. _Always double check a secure location, even if someone you trust. Especially if it's someone you trust!_In reality, he should have known something was up from the start. Blizzard wasn't the type to call a meeting out of the blue. There had always been plesantries before. Little letters asking about countless little things, all before she would broach the matter she wished to discuss. In person, it might be more straight forward. Though even then she loved to know everything going on.
Heiken pushed the chaotic sounds out of his mind. Easier said than done. Whoever had staged this assault had slipped something into either the air or the food. His nostrils flared instinctively, picking up several enticing aromas. His body ad already began to respond, manhood only held back by the armor he wore. The large stallion barely took a breath before lashing out. Instinct and training guiding him to defend himself. He knew where everyone had been when the lights went out. So when the sound of claws on wood sounded near him, he kicked back.
"OOF!" there was a very satisfying grunt as his hoof hit something softer and launched it away. The stallion felt a bit of satisfaction as his ears twitched and flicked around.
One was hardly anything. No, if they were attacking then there had to be a dozen at least. Not to mention that he was fairly certain that one was down, but not out. Since he couldn't verify, he had to assume. Which he hated doing.
Calm, breathe, he told himself. Ears focused on the sounds around him. Another scrape of claws to his front. The barest rasp of nail on stone made him lash out again. He smirked grimly as something yelped and was flung away. Good, another one that would learn the folly of getting too close to him. Though how long could he keep this up? The caven was set to be sealed for hours. It wasn't soundproof, so if he could call out maybe one of the soldiers outside would hear him. His chances would be best closer to the entrance. Heiken took a slow step towards the entrance. At least he hoped it was the entrance. In the darkness, he couldn't even see his own snout.
A shriek made him stop and turn. Hairs bristling at the familiar voice. Was that pained? Had the injured the mare? "HOLD!" came the mighty bellow from the stallion. "HOLD, DAMN Y... UURrrrk!"
The word rose sharply towards the end, breaking into a arly feral squeal as something lashed out and cracked off his cod piece. The armor was there for this exact reason. A stallion had a rather large weak point dangling between his legs. Heiken's more impressive than some. He'd been struck there often enough to want to protect it. Even with his padded armor, the blow was enough to make his gut clench.
Heiken breathed, shook his head, and reared with a mighty bellow. Spinning on his hinds, he turned and barreled towards what he hoped was the entrance. "UNSE... EEEEECccrrk!"
Another crack, this one something heavier against his armor. The blow leapt up from below with enough force to rock him. Any harder and it might had dented his protection. He shook his head, tried to catch his breath, and stumbled against a stalagmite.
Something had been waiting for that. A weight dropped onto his haunches and something laughed. Before his muscles could even tense to buck it off, he felt something cold press against his hide and the weight fell away. As his legs lifted and kicked, the attacker deftly swung down and between his legs. That razor sharp knife gliding between his armor and skillfully cutting the leather straps that held it in place. Before his legs could even extend in a full kick, the acrobat hit the ground and tumbled away. His cod piece in hand.
This is what the attackers had been waiting for.
Ropes lashed out even as he was completing the kick. A loop of coarse rope fell about his sac and pulled taught. The stallion's eyes shot wide as the attacker yanked the lasso taut. Hooves dropped heavily to the ground as his pendulous sac was bound and pulled in one fell swoop.
Being hit in the armored privates was bad enough. Now his stomach lurched as the attacker pulled the ropes taut. He backed up, wanting to get even a little slack. Someone darted in from the side. His hoof lashed, but as quick as he was, they were that much faster. Darting under his kick, they rolled and came up just so. Fastening another loop around his sac before diving clear. The new line snapped tight, pulling him in another direction.
Heiken gasped, wheezed, and danced on the spot as he tried to get some slack between the two lines. Laughter rang up around him. High-pitched and mocking, lifting in an almost sing-song manner. He ground his teeth, snorted, and got ready to lash out. If he could step on the Ropes, it would pull them tight, but he could maybe get his attackers close. Maybe if he could get them to release the rope, he could come up with something. All he had to do was...
A new rope, the ends frayed and left loose, lashed out and cracked off his sac. Every muscle in the stallion's body locked up. Gut and chest heaved as pain shot through him.
That moment of stillness was all they needed. Several bodies dashed towards him and the war horse heard and felt something get dragged close. There was just a breath of protest before something slammed into his backside. Hot, heavy breath puffed against his backside. Weight fell onto him as several attackers either climbed up his body or dropped onto him from above. Each holding heavy ropes and cord. All of which they used to skillfully bind the person behind him to backside. Their broad nose stuffed right between his pucker and sac. His attackers even going so far as to replace the lasso about his sac with several heavy cords. Now he couldn't move without jostling the person behind him, and if they moved too much it would yank on his already tender sac.
"Heeyaaa!" a voice called out, that frayed rope lashing to crack off his sac. "Move!" came the mocking command. "Less you like this," his attacker was fast and precise. A second blow coming on the heels of the first. "March!" Heiken staggered forward, body heaving and eyes watering. Humiliation ringing through his body as much as the pain was.
Melvar had been more than a little distracted when the lights went out. He'd been showing off a bit, but it wasn't due to him being rude or crude. No, there was something in the air. A wonderful aroma that 'd smelled in general many times. That glorious scent of a female ready and raring for a male. While he knew better, a part of him couldn' t help but imagine that this was the _real_reason they'd been called there. A trio of lovely, randy mares just waiting for some good studs? Maybe a bit of a roulette to see who was more virile? Oh he could imagine so many things.
As such, it had taken him a moment to realize the lights had gone out. Just that single beat of stupor. Honestly, it was the scream that had gotten his attention first. A shrill cry of alarm that cut through his wonderful fantasies. "Quit your screaming, probably just a stray breeze blew out the lights." All at once? Not so likely, he told himself. It was more comforting to assume accident rather than enemy action. Besides, getting a light would be a matter of a simple gesture.
Power flowed down to his foreclaws, the barest hint of arcane energies crawled about his form. It was but a mere whisper. A ghost of what was to come once he sketched the proper shapes. Barely enough light for him to even see his own talons. Much less the shape that lunged out of the dark at him.
Melvar jerked his head back as something came at him. A deep hiss just starting in the hippogryph's throat. Whatever the shape was, it was fast. A hand pushed off his beak before he could snap, using his own face to vault up and over his head. As the attacker summersaulted over him, their free hand came down and smacked him between the eyes.
A gem snapped into place ust above his forehead. Its magic locking it into place a hairsbreadth off his body. In an instant, he was cut off from the magics that swirled about him. The sensation left him stunned, eyes wide and staring into nothingness. It wasn't the first time his magic had been sealed, but it was never something one could prepare for. It was like being plunged into a vat of ice water while being shocked by electricity. One's body locked up, breath caught, and for just a moment, all his senses turned inward.
Training had given him an edge here. He found himself recovering from this faster than a contemporary might. Which caught his attacker off guard. No sooner did he feel the feel thumping off his back than the male spun.
Magically gifted as he was, Melvar was hardly weak in body. No, as the attacker fell away, he turned and kicked. A grim smirk on his face as he felt the solid impact and heard the body tumble away. Well, that's one, he breathed. The hippogryph surprisingly light on his feet as he spunbout. Ears straining to tune out his panicked companions. Fur bristled on his haunch, feeling the menace coming up on him more than hearing it. Another kick, another heavy crack, and another attacker down. He cried out, the sound sharp and predatory, victorious against the unseen but felt foes.
Prickling awareness. He kicked and felt his hoof catch a body. This one twisted with it, grabbed his leg, and was drug back. "Hardly a wise move," he called, lifting his powerful leg to stomp on the attacker.
Still clinging to him, they twisted and jammed something under his tail. The large male grunted, caught more than a little off guard. He tried to kick the tenacious attacker away, but they just leapt from leg to tail. Feet braced on his haunch and yanked, making the large male yelp in unexpected pain. The pressure under his tail increased as something smooth was pressed tighter to him, then twisted. A thick plug forced its way into his rear.
Melvar grunted, haunches bowing forward as his eyes narrowed. How dare they degrade him so! Did they know who he was? Did they have any idea who...
Still holding his tail, the assailant swung up and brought both feet down. Forcing the plug in up to it's hilt. He gasped, eyes shooting wide as it snapped into place. The widest part of it leaving him aching and shuddering as it seated firmly in his rear. To then only start swelling. Each involuntary clench of his backside met with a throb from the device. It grew thicker, as a canine's knot would. Forcing his rear to accomidate something that much wider. His beak ground against the pressure. Deep, chuffing huffs broke free of the male's beak as he shook his head to clear it. The sensation wasn't unpleasant. Any other circumstance, he might be enjoying himself. This was just neither the time nor the place.
He spun, felt stone brush his rump. Another spin, a buck, and he slammed his attacker into the wall. He didn't have time to gloat though. Just a bit of relief as the pressure on his tail released. A clench and push tried to dislodge the plug, but it was swollen too much. He'd blow something out before he dislodged it like that.
Growling, the hippogryph shook his feathers and mantled his wings. Glaring at the dark, he offered a challenging call. Daring any to try and take him on. He could hear movement, calls, and smell something both exciting and telling.
That was the scent of arousal on the air. Considering the state he was already in, and that plug throbbing away in his ass, whoever was capturing them was targeting their weak points. What point was weaker in any given creature than their lusts? Certainly was proving distracting to his compariots if he had any guess. Thunder had to be down, little twerp was ripe for this type of trap. Heiken would likely last a fair bit. That stallion was all armored up from nose to balls. As for the ladies, who knew? Most of them were more than capable, and they had the advantage of not having something that took the blood away from the head that did all the thinking.
Melvar hissed under his breath and felt around blindly. Lashing out as he felt someone's presence. Talons just barely kissed fur as his would-be attacker ducked the swipe. Before he could pull back, a heavy cord wrapped about his wrist. He snarled wordlessly and jerked his forelimb back. The cord jerked taut and...
Held firm.
"What the fuck?" he hissed and brought his other paw around. It was just rope, he'd be able to cut it easy as could be.
They were ready for this with another rope. This one looped on and jerked hard to the side as he tried to free himself. He cursed himself as he staggered. With legs crossed before him, the hippogryph tumbled to his side with a solid thud. Though he wasn't going to stay down. Not without a fight. The great male writhed and kicked. It was exceptionally hard to get up with his front legs crossed like this. He tried to twist to get his body around, but there was only so much he could do. Espcially as the ropes lifted at a new angle.
Something pressed against his backside. He snarled and kicked, but the position was beyond awkward. The plug shuddered, then began to vibrate. The strong buzzing enough to drive a gasp from his beak. His body arched, eyes rolled. Melvar tried to gasp as the plug hummed and grew. It was impossibly large inside him now. Pressing against every inch inside his rear. Lightning jumped through his body, raw jolts of pleasure that raced up from his rear and shook through his privates. It was intense enough that he barely noticed the extra ropes about his hinds.
More weights fell on his belly. He snarled, writhed, and tried to squirm out from under the people that were on top of him. They were hardly large enough to pin him down. Certainly couldn't tie him up and carry him off. They didn't feel large enough to do that.
A tongue bathed over his cock. The hippogryph jerked at that, confusion shaking through him. A second tongue joined the first. Hands joined the tongues. Two pairs. Four. Hands everywhere along his thick spire. More joined on his sac. Lavishing attention to his orbs. Kissing, rubbing, licking, and even one trying to suckle on one of his noble orbs.
The plug buzzed as his body clenched, making it that much harder for him to focus. Melvar snarled, hissed, and tried to squirm. He was helpless though.