Invasion Ch 7: A Show of Power
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Chapter 7: A Show of Power
With his pet taken care of, it was time to make a report to his boss, the emperor himself. Pahygzes straightened out his uniform in front of a refractory mirror on a wall, keeping the wrinkles out of the special attire as much as possible. he got the occasional sketchy salute on his way to the confidential communications room, admiring the chosen holo-portrait landscape of the Traygurr beach in Southern Ilravia; a former protectorate of the duke Rougan until it was claimed as a vacation place for the more well-respected officers.
Such a nice soothing place with its unique crystal diode-dyed purple waters as though being hit by the rays of a setting sun at all hours. If swallowed, the crystal dust in the water was harmless and made for fun side-effects upon expulsion in the waste. Now as ready as he could ever be, the white stallion seized the controls from a subordinate and turned on the direct link to Havnor's video feed. It was in that moment that he got an eye-opening peek into the red roan's lifestyle. Ostentatious and eccentric did not begin to describe this strange horse on the screen.
Appearing too fancy or out of touch with the rest of the empire seemed the least of his worries as the angry red furred horse on the screen apparently proved all the nasty lingering rumors true by blatantly declaring them for all the world to see. To begin with, his mane was braided. It was a pastime reserved for mares or special occasions: he had neither excuse to rely on.
That was just a minor offense compared to the show Pahygzes was treated to. Unanimously, most stallions were beasts of opportunity and gladly took any hole that was offered. The admiral could never believe that Havnor had replaced his harem of mares with weak war-shirking stallions, but here was a gay orgy as the emperor enjoyed himself while two naked male sheathes on crotches were dangled in his face like earrings on either side of his head. The whole scene couldn't have been more ridiculous if he used both marbled hard cocks as flagpoles for his coat of arms.
The gay arrogant "trovahnee" (derogatory term for a donkey bastard) smiled wistfully at the camera while both the young harem colts blushed shyly and waved large fans to cool the emperor, both their assholes sore and red from abuse, leaking seed all over the floor like melting limestone. A garish display of omnipotence and sexual prowess if there was anything comparable.
So as usual, Havnor indulged his fond perversion for the exhibitionism, but this time did his little sex show with two colts little older than court pages on Pahygzes' time. It would be an extreme breach of politeness if he were to interrupt the emperor's business without being formally addressed and allowed to. It wasn't the first time the red stud had used this dirty trick, either, but it was certainly getting old.
Really, he had no choice except to watch this vulgar display of empirical authority. Havnor grinned pleasantly, elbows resting on the armrests of his padded red silk throne, but his hands themselves wandered elsewhere. Two elsewheres in fact: a firm squeeze and they blushed and hesitated in their cooling duty with just the barest perceptible tremor of pleasure twitching through supple nude bodies.
Dildoing anuses with obvious nervous looks and grunts of mild protest on the pampered harem colts. Havnor licked his lips and whispered something barely discernible that Pahygzes couldn't hear, but the two young sluts had no trouble obeying. Their ears were laid back in a sort of shy shame, but there was no chance either could refuse a command from the master-- particularly the most important Ehlosian alive!
Pahygzes' eyes widened in disbelief, refusing to comprehend that any stallion regardless of social rank would degrade themselves in such a way just to please a tyrant. Yet here was such a premonition coming true as both colts dropped to their knees in shy yet obedient fervor to do the unthinkable: to pay homage to the least prestigious part of any horse's body, the hooves. In the admiral 's opinion, there was no reason of concern to debase oneself in such a disgusting way. Whatever reason they had for acting in this manner, it couldn't justify Havnor's total influence over them.
As both tongues flicked out and scraped red dirt from two coal black hooves, Pahygzes wanted to look away and pretend this wasn't happening, but some odd perversity overcame him to see what would occur next. Humans would call this inkling curiosity, if he weren't mistaken. The only thing that kept him from ignoring this new slave trick was the fact that both young males had their tails raised and shifted to the side just like a pair of horny mares showing off their heat-stricken goodies. Otherwise, both the slurping tongues raking around on the natural enamel feet and making it shine wouldn't hold his attention, though each of the black holes leaking a steady stream of malish milk did certainly entice.
"Okay, my pets you've earned the right to graduate to my orbs." The emperor purred soothingly, apparently quite turned on by the submissive behavior of his pseudo mares. The young studs blushed from the praise; their scrotum's bunching up in one contorting response of humiliation. No sooner were his slaves each suckling at the skin on each side of Havnor's sack than the roan eased a crawling hand over each of those bowing backs and slipped a finger in both holes, making the colts blush and shiver from the stimulation and the fact that the very essence of masculinity had been stolen from them. Though they were anatomically male, behavior demonstrated a sort of mingling neuter and feminine state as if pride as a stallion had left behind two shells good for nothing other than being ordered around and fucked.
Pahygzes would sooner die than see the same befall himself or his son, but fortunately he was too valuable as a military leader to be ordered into such a position. Sadly he couldn't say the same for the two unenthusiastic harem retainers in service to the gay emperor to fit his fanciful male pounding needs. Giving it more thought, he could believe that the colts were the sons of a baron or duke that had fallen grossly out of the emperor's favor and two brothers being forced to fuck each other to amend their father's sins was probably a small worry. Maybe that would be his own son suckling on Havnor's satin bag of balls if his clan were out of the favor of immunity which it so enjoyed.
He could almost wince, a shiver coming down his withers as the young males were whores to such a degree that they each tried to ride and grind on the fingers in each butt despite Havnor's cruel teasing. "Good. Good. Now for a race, sluts. first to make me cum gets my load and the others' cock." The emperor chuckled. The males initially had a moment of eager hunger that was replaced by a nervous fear which confirmed Pahygzes' suspicions that they were brothers and didn't want to mount each other. Perhaps that was another despicable quirk to the way Havnor set up all these demented games.
The slaves hesitated, wanting cum from their master but not the act that followed. It didn't seem to matter who won as both were agitated and uncomfortable at the idea of having incestual sex, not that their "owner" much cared. If anything, it was just a supplemental detail of his kinky idea of control as both tongues went up and down the hard ruby shining shaft in a much more subdued pace than before; neither of the colts wanting to go anywhere near the glans to prolong this purgatory and try to keep the much larger stallion from shooting a load. "Alright. Since both of you are so damnably stubborn, if no one makes me cum in the next few minutes you'll both be turned into mares and offered to the royal guard corps." Havnor threatened with a purr and amused grin.
More afraid of being transgendered than having a derogatory sexual romp with one another, both made a frantic scramble for the emperor's tip to overload his cock with as much pleasure as possible; totally terrified of the consequences. "Good boys. I knew you just required the right kind of motivation." The roan chuckles, laying back and enjoying two hot tongues trying to fellate the hell out of his rigid flat-headed hammer tip.
When Havnor reached his release, he randomly grabbed one of the fuzzy brown heads and shoved it onto his cock as an eruption of cum filled the surprised young horse's mouth and made his cheeks bulge out much like one of those nut collecting rodents with tiny tails that the earth creatures seemed particularly enamored by. The colt hesitates for a moment before gulping the large creamy gift down his throat with an obvious traveling bulge sinking down the trachea as if a plum swallowed whole.
Havnor sighed with lazy mirth, balls spasming randomly from the excitement of orgasm while he favors the one stallion that still had a little cum on his lips. "Now you will be plowed good by your big brother for my enjoyment, but first I demand a show. Do some foreplay and pretend you are both lesbian mares playing around to please me." The roan demanded, same cruel grin on his lips as he leans down to lick them and idly scratches an itch on his giant testicles.
Though they seemed to hate every second and wanted to break down and cry, a merciless tyrant awaited his performance with a new erection which announced his renewed vigor and interest-- the fastest account of virility Pahygzes had ever seen and probably quite close to the record holding stallions who had shown their prowess in action by filling ten mares with seed in less than thirty minutes; a feat without equal against the humans it seemed. Of course, this was the kind of flagrant talent that came about with a hyper-sexual society used to fucking at the simplest hint of any passion whatsoever.
It was easy to see they loved each other but were not in love. The only thing that kept things from getting too obscene was the fact that neither were virgins; that honor stolen by the debauched gay master himself by the indication of those seed-spilling assholes. The two blushed, hesitating while looking in each others eyes with some nervous revulsion without truly having any heart in it. "You going to stare all day or are we going to have ourselves an erotic play?" Then it was the younger of the two who made his tongue go up from his brother's left nipple all the way to the nape of the neck.
The elder blushed, clearly shaken but turned on as his nervous cock erected itself once more; veins visible under the skin like jagged pink lightning bolts decorating the hot needy flesh. His head bent over to give one of the younger horse's ears a gentle nip as he sighed from the hot breath on his skin and a few curious fingers sliding delicately along his meaty proud shaft in wonder.
As if a frightened deer, the young colt quickly withdrew his hand and rubbed it on the jutting ribs with a sudden gasp of reactionary pleasure, as both their tails raised subconsciously as though pretending that the emperor would claim them once again for his carnal needs.
One blushes with a muffled moan of lust as he feels two muscular hands on his shoulders and stroking downward, shaking around a little nearly feminine waist to trace a finger at the tailbase and upper swell of the buttocks with a nervous shiver from both while Pahygzes couldn't help but get an erection and make the chest of his uniform bulge with cock slinking underneath the fabric. "How nice. It seems you are doing a good job of making the admiral horny. Of course, this show isn't just for him. Rahnhert should be watching me humiliate the jewels of his lions for his insubordinate outbursts against my authority." Havnor chuckles out, his untouched cock soaking his thighs and balls in a puddle of pre.
Both the colts shivered, unaware that they had been witnessed in the act of being whores by their own sire! At the same time, a brown horse, the only one in the room besides the admiral, slumped his shoulders in a heavy regret at being formally addressed for his offenses and being forced to be present while his two sons degraded themselves for the emperor's demented pleasure.
Pahgyzes tried to politely ignore his defeated subordinate as he continued to watch the two shy colt boys go at it. Now the younger had some large balls in his hands and was licking on the slightly pudgy pony tummy and navel. Admittedly, their youth and inexperience actually made this thing far cuter than normal, but it proved difficult to forget why all this happened in the first place.
Both pairs of eyes were closed, pretending, but anatomy broke that fantasy quite fast with cocks and the lack of breasts; such couldn't be mistaken for anything else. By now, all a whole night and morning of activity had left the young stallions layered in a sheen of sweat like linoleum on wood to really make themselves stand out and make bodies easier to caress.
After a nervous fondling on balls, the elder pounced his younger sibling to the floor with a shy sudden squeak of confusion from the other as he rubbed his cock against the younger horse's crotch in a way best modestly described as rubbing two sticks together to start a fire: In this case it was probably impossible to forget where they were or what was going on.
He wondered what kind of indignity or offense the father had committed for all of them to end up like this, but it really didn't matter: Havnor was out of touch with the old ways and had become something of an annoying prick, and around those types it was best not to have any opinion for fear of this usual mockery. "Two lovely males pretending to be my prized harem whores. I wonder what your sire thinks of it all." The red horse chuckles, spurring them on excitedly with claps of his hand and the occasional jaunty cheer. "I know. Let's ask him now." Havnor muses, as though telling a joke only he understood.
Pahygzes hated every second even as Rahnhert was forced to face the screen and answer the question for fear of further retribution against him and his kin. "It is good." The brown horse said. If he made any further offense to the emperor, Havnor could have the whole lot of them turned into mares on a simple whim of boredom. Ehlosian society was for the most part altruistic but there were a few who used inherited power without being stopped. His planet had its fair share of tyrants, but most of them knew just where to stop for fear of chancing the wrath of the people and an impromptu election to get rid of them for someone better.
Then they untangled from the one position and started a frolicking energetic little game like horny excited deer, a flurry of kisses, licks and tickles in some animated display of what could best be described as sexy wrestling. Havnor had the best time of it, enjoying the view from his throne of not only the incest playing out, but the father's regret and anguish. The two young horse's respectability had been taken, and now they served to be little more than pets and fucktoys for the emperor to enjoy. Only the absence of collars kept this from being offensive.
Somehow the two horses had flipped themselves into a kind of sixty-nine posture with a hard cock in the others' face. A horse's muzzle was quite long but only a practiced courtesan could be considered adept at deepthroating a stallion organ as the two of them had tremendous difficulty trying to fellate each other without gagging. Havnor being his usual kinky self surprised them all with a new command at seeing the disheveled wet state of the horny admiral's uniform. "Rahnhert-- your commander requires relief. I order you to give it by mouth and I order Pahygzes to accept... upon penalty of his rank." The red roan declared with his usual gay airy chuckle, hinted with the lilting dandy tones of the aristocracy; much like some exotic dainty songbird the admiral did not care much for.
As both were bidden, they had become additional actors in Havnor's demented theatre of perversion, Rahnhert dropping to his knees in front of him and brown back facing the communicator screen to avoid the debilitating sight of his offspring used as toys by some drunken mad horse with whims of misguided power. "Isn't it wonderful what the proper measure of motivation can do?" The emperor mused, continuing to clap in enjoyment as if watching a jester perform.
Again, he wouldn't exactly call this whole mess "motivation" but rather petty revenge by a small-minded imbecile on an audacious chair. His thought was interrupted by the brown horse practically ripping his uniform with bare hands to get at the cock underneath. "What the-" It was just a surprise that he couldn't react any other way but standing rigid and declaring the first words on his mind. Then he melted a second later as heat and spit enshrouded his unflared glans like it had been trapped in a jungle away from the rest of his body. "Kavsa! Epona bless!" Pahygzes swore as the muzzle ate up every inch slowly as if a fat scrumptious carrot; tender lips now wiggling on half of his shaft in a slimy lustful dance akin to mating slugs. Most stallions were explicitly good at cunnilingus but this brown stud had obviously learned a few additional tricks no prideful stallion would claim knowledge to for fear of embarrassment. After all, it was assumed that sucking a cock was a mare's job.
While it was true male Ehlosian's were bisexual in the sense that they'd fill any hole offered, it was actually pretty shameful to offer one of their own in turn; a strange idiotic double-standard if he though about it. As the mouth hilted his cock expertly down a muscular throat, instinct took over and he seized wide handfuls of light chestnut mane and was about to ruthlessly fuck Rahnhert's mouth when he quickly remembered what was happening and how it wouldn't be a nice gesture since in one sense or another, Havnor had fucked all of them.
Instead, he calmed himself down, letting the brown horse do all the work at his own pace as the brother's squealed shamefully in the act of giving one another fresh spunk facials while the emperor chuckled in his own pithy way, quite amused. "Now let the breeding begin. Fucktoy boys will do a mock courtship, but Pahygzes may start using his "mare's" ass immediately." It seemed everyone wanted to protest this latest command but they were all powerless: Pahygzes would lose his rank, Rahnhert would lose so much, and if the colts did-
There was a very good reason why Havnor had two humongous shire stallions as private bodyguards, and it wasn't the physical strength that he had those two stoic muscled goliath's standing about like stern statues. To all other species, a shire stallion was an executioner; a death sentence in a lovely form of lust. To an Ehlosian, especially the young or inexperienced, the heavy breeds were more like a cruel torture device. However they were used, Havnor only kept them around for one reason: to offer a visible warning of sanctioned shire cock rape if someone refused his direct command or offended the roan beast in any slight way.
Since there wasn't any choice, everyone took their places while Havnor stroked himself as though watching some broadway porno. It turned out Pahygzes was the last to heed the order. Maybe because of the voracious barbarity in which he had witnessed in what he had previously thought of as the most benevolent race of conquering explorers. In the human's history, an invasion was rarely bloodless but his kind had turned the act of expansion to a relatively merciful process if one didn't count the slavery and assimilating of other species. To date, aside from a token few specimens of a race kept in captivity for display such as in a zoo, most of these humans would either reach old age and die or become mares; breeding didn't even have to be discouraged as the more youthful and mature examples of humanity would be taken as sex slaves by default for a horny stallion, anyway.
Admittedly, now that his cock was naked and wet, it felt chilled enough that the bare ass and raised tail in front of him proved tempting. At least, more of a temptation than trying to lose his erection and put the devilishly eager thing away! Down on his knees with such a round inviting target, it was difficult not to have those unchaste gay thoughts of his. In the close proximity he shared with warm brown buns, black anus, and dark barely fuzzy balls inadequately covered in the thong loincloth, the sour smell of sweaty male horse and sweetly damp miasma of wet pucker was perhaps the best reminder that he wasn't fucking a mare, since they had a far more fresh and pleasing smell whether in heat or not.
In fact, the only difference between natural mares and those transformed was the indicative frequency of estrous; those changed had nearly insatiable appetites to be bred all the time. With a libido like that, it was fortunate more than enough studs were around to satisfy the need or it would prove an unbearable hell. Not like being a stallion, though. Some urges could be suppressed for a time when work was required, but how he envied such an unhurried simple life as a cockholder.
Pahygzes shrugged with a snort, frustrated at being distracted from the task at hand so many times. He busied his gaze on the shiny anus in front and his own rapt organ instead, giving the screen a cursory look to better get himself in the spirit of raping their father. The colts were too well aware of what befell their sire, but didn't want to see such a disheartening thing for themselves.
He didn't blame such willing blindness, almost entirely disgusted with himself for this. Knowing any further hesitation would look bad and that the spit on his cock was quickly drying, Pahygzes hastily whipped the tail the rest of the way from his line of sight and slammed his girthy lance in until heavy balls smacked on the other horse's thighs like a bouncing punching bag. A surprised and defeated gasp came in response to his first thrust into oven-like equine bowel. It was almost delicious to watch that virginally tight opening flex and bend with every perceptible piston of bloated shaft.
On the screen, both brothers were as promiscuous and wild as their father had been cowed, one on all fours quietly offering himself like a bitch and the other also crawling around on all limbs while pretending to be some horny wild animal; biting and trumpeting with proud feral cries of stallionhood the entire time like an untamed horse. It was a popular game with many in the younger generation, but he'd never seen two males go at it like a hot tryst in Spring.
It was the tools of the trade which caught his attention the most: two hard footlong shafts like painted blackened spears attached to a club-end of brown squirming orbs. They weren't quite ready to measure up to his own two-foot length, but he had to give respect where it was due, and for their ages--a good size to have. Both organs dripped with a steady cascade of lubricating juices as the elder had his fun practicing, clearly still a virgin and inexperienced due to several clumsy faults in studly foreplay display.
The younger of the two, meanwhile, had a steady professionalism about being the female, which indicated the lump sum of where all their sexual training had been focused up to this point. He very rarely reacted to the "stallions' " advances except for some shy squealing protests and blushes when his buns were sharply nipped by teeth or crack between, anus, and undertail were subjected to long rough series' of licks as his heat was tasted out (canine species were more obsessed by this; licking out a bitch or male's anus for up to half an hour before sex, clearly enthralled by the taste of such orifices). When his lovely chestnut cheeks and dock shone under the light like polished plastic, everyone knew it was time; especially since his elbows had been significantly abused and reddened by many immodest little nibbling love-bites.
The emperor must have mistaken Pahygzes' look of shock for pleasure, because his next statement was somewhat incomprehensible until the admiral gave it some careful thought. "Bet it feels good to be buried in a hot horseass for once. Must be better than wasting time with those anal classes for stubbornly too-tight slaves." As Havnor still skirted around politics and court protocol, there was nothing he could offer in response as talking at this point was still a grave offense. However, in the subject matter that was being insinuated; that humans aren't good for anything but lookng cute and exotic. In that context there was more or less a travesty on both of them.
His ears were swept back and his eyes closed so that he could better enjoy the throbbing heat melting into his cock like the soothing waters of a hotspring bubbling out of a mild volcano vault, yet it was just another small point that made Havnor right: humans didn't come close to making this kind of pleasant intense anal warmth. Compared to horse temperature, they felt somewhat cold, actually. Not that it bothered him personally, but it certainly helped when it came to matters of sex and provoking a positive and overwhelming responseo of passionate lust. Rather, it would have to suffice that the small light bodies and squishy gripping hole would have to satisfy him instead.
When he next opened his eyes, the foreplay had abruptly ended as the older colt grabbed his brother by the hips and wiggled on his knees to move his cock forward while his tail was raised like a flag in a certain bit of subtle stallion triumph. Due to nervousness and lack of experience, his cock jabbed around wildly like a wayward snake; a mild desperation to find the hole and fill it as he poked at buttocks or balls repeatedly to get at the right target. It must have been embarassing for one, mildly painful and irritating for the other, and a fun diversion for the smirking Havnor and his imbecile guards (not to sound judgmental, but he knew stupidity when he saw it, and these two shires weren't chosen for thoughtfulness or expression of free will).
Finally like a black streak of lightning, it was diverted with one certain deft shove of hips, the whole barely lubed organ popping into a loose devirginized ass with only the cum of Havnor's 'gift' to grease its entry. The other horse shudders, practically the size of a pony as he lets out a hushed squeal suddenly cut short in his surrender to the larger more assertive fuckbeast. It was probably not a reaction to pain, but more due to the humiliation of being defiled and used like a fresh filly whore by his own blood. Pahygzes, whom had never been fucked nor had any intent in the future, found it some great curiosity. Exactly how did it feel like to make some male want to bend over in humiliating submission to another? There was even a longstanding fetish of mares with fake cocks doing males if he was right on that account.
His eyes widened in disbelief as the next series of forceful thrusts caused stale cum to squirt out of the younger horse's loosening hole like viscous toothpaste in a sticky collecting puddle on the floor. Though he'd seen such a thing happen repeatedly to mares that were overused and filled to the brim in their two lower holes, he hadn't seen such a ludicrous thing happen to another male before. Cringing, the admiral turned his attention to the two great muscular shire guards instead: both horny, hard, and interested in performing their disciplinary duties at a moments' notice.
One was a medium brown like an almond, his muzzle black as well as the huge sheathe, balls, and a colorlessly dark cock that jutted out almost straight into the air with an unforgiving girth that defied the best of lustful imaginations. The other was a grey: almost Percheron-looking and a poor royalty they say. White is almost always associated with status, wealth, title, and success. Grey horses were considered almost there, but a poor substitute of the more illustrous pure coloration. Humans would call this caste system racist, but if horses responded in the way to light and dark, was it really such a mystery that the two somewhat similar cultures had turned out the same way in the morality of colors? In truth, the only real surprise was how set in their ways Ehlosians had become over the generations without anything to dissuade such beliefs.
Anyway, the two guards standing at attention with their cocks hard and standing up like flowers with flared wide sunflower heads and everything had filled Pahygzes with a distinguished awe at their austere fierceness like two lions ready to pounce in a second if Havnor hinted at such a command. The emperor had friends in large places, that's for sure. Of course, the two young horses were doing everything they were supposed to, and in an effort to keep the emperor happy. "I hope that other bitch is doing his best to please my officer or he's going to see his offspring in a great deal of pain very soon." Havnor warned with a chuckle, eyes levelled at the viewscreen and staring at the brown horse giving his ass to his commander like a springtime whore. Naturally the two guards were eager to perform their duties to the fullest extent.
Pahygzes felt his once proud subordinate cringe with an accidental clench of his virgin-ribbed passage on his cock and caused the white horse to gasp at the sudden pressure squeezing on his whole length like one of those nasty giant snakes on this planet. Havnor calmed his stature with that usual grin, "Ah, good. Can't have my commander going out without relief, can I? Now make him cum and thank him for the creamy present like the demented bitch you are!" He orders with a lasting chuckle, giving his dishonor guard a casual flick of his chin in their direction: the signs for 'get ready and start your engines': Everyone knew the next signal would be 'go'.
Having a deep-seated love and loyalty to his children that Pahygzes admired in a stallion, the father bowed his head almost to the ground like he was going to eat invisible grass, then losing all dignity and shoved his ass backwards into the commander's yardstick with a sweaty grunt of tired submission; the only thing left of him after being broken and humiliated was the need to protect his sons however he could--even losing pride as a male. Again, Pahygzes also pitied him--pitied all of them--but it was a bad situation. The only thing that kept it all semi-civil was that they were obeying the rules for this demented game of 'Havnor says'.
Already turned on by the twins doing each other and the provocative nips and nibbles on the younger's head as his anus bounced in and out like a trampoline, he was plenty lusty enough to shoot his load. Especially since the sire was far eager to 'discharge' his obligation under the increasing threat for them all. In fact, Pahygzes wasn't stubborn or cruel in holding back his load, it was just that as turned on by the whole affair that Havonr was, it had the opposite buzkill effect on his righteous self. He could hardly enjoy the show and the sex as the three others were made to suffer just for one horse's fun. Corruption ruins the soul, they say, and Pahygzes detested all of this to the point of insubordination.
Just as he was about to pull out and call the emperor out on his callous bullshit, he was saved from the folly by a messenger. A short black colt with the red thong livery of Havnor's servant core came up to the throne and waited when the red stallion realised the quite not-quite-a-foal page was waiting for his attention. Havnor dismissed his guards, the two brothers, and ordered the father to vacate Pahygzes' attentions with a warning of capital treason for eavesdropping.
The commander was quick to pay attention with his ears forward, soon losing his horseass-smelling erection to what would undoubtedly be serious news. "Saved by the messenger," he chuckles, hooking a thumb at their recently retreating defiled asses with old dry cum still stuck in their tails like cobwebs, "Now for the real business, Pahygzes." The admeral sighed, relieved that he was allowed to talk freely instead of stand by and obey like a mute puppet. He dropped to one knee like he was about to propose, bowing his head
"Yes, my emperor? Your wish is my order." He droned out the honorific, it might actually be a new record of silence. Pahgzes only stood when bidden to, and still in a very slow deliberate manner in case awaiting a blow; somewhat like a swan. Oh, he had no doubt Havnor ate up the praise of his status like a big bundle of carrots left too close to a stalled pony's window. Still, in this society, impressions were everything and if he made a bad one, he could just as easily be raped to death like anyone else.
Once content everyone was gone, the emperor covered himself up with the red silk robes of state, hiding his quickly deflating cock. "I know your opinions about using trans-dimensional co-ordinates in our warp engines, but some bio-technologists think they figured out how to avoid the instability issues." Pahygzes mouth hung agape; instability issues was a nice way of saying a ship would blow up along with a decent chunk of the universe around it. It has the same damning force as an exploding star, so his sickened state of surprise was well justified. "Don't worry, I lifted my grandfather's ban on transwarp travel under researched and proven intentions. There is a safe way, and we have discovered it. With all the garrisons of troops under my command, we can easily subvert every world in every universe within my lifetime, and in fact, can use routes in alternate universes as shortcuts to various worlds in this universe. The way the planets move in random fashion means you can land on one, activate the transwarp engine to another universe where one planet randomly got close to another. Plus, imagine the infinite ways species must have evolved!" Havnor was nearly giddy beyond sense in his excitement. No wonder he was so quick to dismiss his 'entertainment' in the face of this news, but Pahygzes was wary as he'd never heard of anything good coming out of such experiments that were worth the risks. He couldn't help but assume that the red horse was his usual imbecile self and lifted a ban just to amuse his curiousity for new unkown pets never seen before (Havnor was an avid visitor to the imperial zoo and loved mounting the male species present). So many things could go wrong it was almost considered a mistake that a bio-technologist had suggested it six hundred years ago and took a ship along with two conquered colonies along with that nasty mistake.
Even if everyone was crazy for this new method of conquest, he had serious misgivings. It wasn't hard to imagine some mistake happening and taking a whole galaxy out. "I don't stand by it, nor do I support such an idea." Pahygzes finally said, unable to add more for fear of disrespecting his leader no matter how much he hated the ruby furred bastard. "I'm sorry you feel that way." Then Havnor clapped his hands and some strange small long-necked fuzzy bipedal creature came on the screen and lay tiredly right at the emperor's hooves like an obedient cat. The animal was a cross of horse, sheep, and had a human's size plus bucked flat teeth. "A new pet from a planet in an alternate universe. Either a young llama or alpaca--I can't remember the difference, but I love how cute and warm they are. Aaaaand, they are incredibly tight for breeding." The long-necked giraffe-sheep yawned obliviosly to the conversation and made a throaty deep purr when his fuzzy woolen head was scratched. Clearly, he didn't understand what was being said, which served Havnor's purposes perfectly. The are also incredibly docile and submissive--their world was conquered in a day with a thousand warriors and no casualties. I dream of such easy acquisitions; it makes building up colonies very lucrative." The empreror chuckled, bowing down to give his new toy's buns a gentle fondling. "But what makes this situation all the more poignant is that these are US. In an alternate universe, Ehlosians evolved to be like him: small, submissive, helpless, and willing to please the strong. Perfect, no? Makes me wonder how everything else evolved." At that admission, Pahygzes realised he was too late and with one successful trial, the ban of the dangerous practice had been lifted. "Don't worry. I know where your concern comes from, but I got it all taken care of." Now that was a grievous lie; Havnor couldn't possibly take care of constipation without help: Pahygzes had a very bad intuition on this matter.
All he could do was swallow his opinions and nod like an idiot. If he argued further, it would be taken as contempt, and contempt was a nifty excuse to get raped. "I am eager to shee what else is discovered." He said instead, playing the political game of pleasuring the emperor. At least it wasn't a lie; one thing humans had taught him was this excessiv peculiarity known as curiosity. But aside form that one point, he didn't want to say anymore for fear of implicating himself.
Havnor looked down at the llama animal with its thick cloud of chestnut brown fur and smiled, devilish sexual thoughs spinning in his eyes like flashing stars. "Ah yes, me too. I imagine my next expedition will have a pleasant surprise for me from a world described as being run by small skinny dragons. Everyone knows my 'type' by now, so I'm sure to have a good sample to try for myself." The red horse mused, sighing and licking his lips like a wolf. This actually surprised the admiral, as he'd never heard of a sentient reptile before. Now that might be interesting to see even if he didn't like eggs. Predatory species loved to eat them, and avians/reptiles/fish loved to make them, but Pahygzes found the idea of ejecting undeveloped young out absolutely repugnant and distasteful given that he was so used to seeing female mammals carrying young around until they were ready for the world. In his opinion, spitting out the egg and expecting a baby to grow in a shell and take care of itself was what he best described as half-assed parenting.
As a blatant and hungry gaze continued to come out of the emperor's eyes, Pahygzes inadvertently noticed the madness the red horse had now become engulfed by. It didn't matter what became of this first trial; he was apparently sociopathic enough to risk more until his denied dreams of lust were realised, and the admiral knew that this would only lead to further trouble, but no one would say anything as long as his devious plans bore fruit and success for the empire, and there was much more out there to conquer. "I understand." A double-entendre oath that he finally saw the sacrificial insanity for himself and dearly wished no bad came of it.