A Helping Hand
The days had gotten longer and the snow had thawed, but the air still had that crispness to it of winter's final breath. Green sprouts had started to show on the naked trees of the forest, grass was peeking up between the cover of fallen leaves left behind since autumn, and the earliest birds had returned just a few days ago to claim the best nesting places. The ground was wet from snow and rain, but the slender white legs of the unicorn walking through her forest had not a speck of mud upon them. She took great care where she set her golden hooves, and having all the time in the world she was not in such a rush that she went galloping through the puddles.
She had always loved spring. In her case "always" wasn't a very long time as she was only just approaching her fifth birthday, but seeing the way the forest revived from the cold desolation of winter made her happy every year. To her, that was what spring was all about - the world waking back up from a long slumber, filling out the white, grey and black with splendid greens, blues, reds, and every other conceivable color in one flower or another.
Her forest had been silent all through the winter, with just the noises of the howling wind in the treetops to break the infernal silence. Now the trees sung with the voice of a thousand songbirds all praising the coming of warmer days, a song that made her ears swivel around to catch every tone, every trill of the tune. If she had been able to she would have whistled along, but a unicorn's muzzle or lips aren't really equipped for such, and so she was content to just hum low in her throat.
Her path through the forest soon brought her to its edge, a steep hill leading down to her closest neighbors. She stood by one of the last trees of the forest, or one of the first if seen from the other side, and gazed down on the farmland spread out beyond her woods. Pastures here, fields there, and several workers all milling about like ants in their hill. They knew very well it was spring, and they had lots of work to do. Fields had to be plowed, sown, tended to. Fences needed checks and repairs after the frost of the winter, and cows were being taken in to be milked while the horses were allowed to stay in their pastures for a little longer in the afternoon, just until the sun would set.
She knew the owners of the farm well. They were friends of her parents and respectful of the old treaties that gave the unicorns legal ownership of their forests, and she'd spoken with them many times when she met them going for a walk in the woods or just here on the border between forest and farm. They were good people, but getting old, and they had hired on more and more help in the years she'd known them. She knew what old age meant to their kind, even if she did not like think about such things, and as she stood there looking down at the farm she realized she was going to miss them when they were no longer around. She hadn't seen them all winter, the weather probably too harsh to venture out into, and now she was hoping she might at least catch a glimpse of them, maybe call out a greeting.
Almost an hour passed in which she watched the life on the farm unfold. She made no effort to hide herself, and over the course of that hour several of the hired farmhands spotted her, greeting her with a wave of a hand or a nod if they were carrying things around. Even the horses offered her a couple of greeting nickers which she politely returned, but with her standing beyond the fences of their pastures they didn't pay her much more attention than that. As the sun started to set, painting the world in red and orange hues, and the hustle of the farm started to drop off as more and more chores were taken care of indoors, the unicorn finally decided that she was not going to get a chance to greet her friends and turned to leave.
Wet leaves slipped in the mud under her hooves as she turned, making the hoof on her left hindleg skid sideways and over the edge of the hill. She only had time to blink once before the sudden shift in her balance dragged her hindquarters along with the skidding leg. Her forehooves pressed down hard against the ground as her right hindleg lost its grip as well, and both of her hindhooves scrambled against the slippery hillside in search of traction. A rock, a root, anything that could hold her weight for just a moment. The only result was finally marring her pristine coat with long streaks of mud as her own weight made her forelegs slowly drag towards the edge as well.
She wasn't afraid; it wasn't a very long slide down the hill, and at most she would earn herself a couple of bruises. It was more the embarassment of being so careless that she would end up in such a situation that was nagging at her and making her still struggle to push herself back up on the hill right until her forelegs lost their grip as well.
As she slid backwards down the muddy hill she had a very clear image in her mind of something that had happened that summer. One of the barn cats had gone bird hunting in the forest, and she'd seen as it suddenly fell out of a tree down to the ground. The drop was long enough that it had to hurt, but not so long as to be really dangerous, and the cat had just gotten up and walked off with an obvious "meant to do that" attitude. She looked over her shoulder now, and without thinking more about it decided it was the only way to go.
Leaning sideways she turned herself, forehooves kicking against the ground for traction. She was moving too quickly to stop herself, the momentum was too great and the hill too steep to stop before she crashed into the wooden fence of the pasture below. She turned herself more, her hindlegs finding a much better foothold moving down the hill than up, and as she came level with topmost plank of the fence she jumped.
It was far from her most gracious jump, with her hindhooves slipping in the mud again and only barely clearing the fence, but she landed on all four legs and could stand still after just a couple of steps. She turned, snorting out the adrenaline pumping through her and looked at the long furrow down the hill. A turn of her head confirmed her suspicions; all the mud missing on the hill was caked all over her legs and even her chest and belly. With a shake of her head she turned from the fence, there was no way she was going back home by jumping back over it and climbing back up the hill. As much as she hated to be seen covered in mud she knew her best bet was to just take the embarassment and go out through the pasture's gate.
Two things quickly became obvious to her as she walked towards the farm, however. First of all, the gate was closed. Of course this could easily be solved by a bit of yelling for a farmhand to come and let her out, but the gate was closed as a result of the second: She was not alone in the pasture. The pasture's resident was a horse she didn't recognize, one who had likely come to call the stable his home during the winter. He was large like the ones she knew the farm used to pull the plows, but she was pretty sure she hadn't seen him out in the fields. The odd mix of grey and red in his coat would be easily recognized anywhere, but this was the first time she'd seen such a coloration.
She didn't like it. It made him look like he had hundreds of swollen mosquito bites all over his body, and she shook herself to get rid of the itch that formed along her flanks just thinking about it. He was shaggy looking, which probably wasn't really his fault considering there had been snow on the ground only a week ago, and a white marking covered half his face including one of the eyes. She wasn't usually one to pass judgement, but she just couldn't stop herself from thinking that if any horse was ugly, then it would be him.
He wasn't exactly between her and the gate, but he was already coming up towards her at a slow trot that made the ground shake under his weight and splashed water and mud everywhere as his hooves connected with the surface, and the closer he got the more she realized that he was positively massive. He had to be at least two or three hands taller than her at the least, his halterless head half again the size of hers. This became especially apparent when he reached her and immediately put his muzzle against her own. A heated breath carrying the scents of grass, hay and oats washed over her in a loud snort that blew her mane back, and the unicorn involuntarily took a step back. Even if he didn't mean to be the large draft horse was outright intimidating.
Following her retreat he blew out another massive snort against her muzzle, coupled with a wiggle of his lips against hers. This made the unicorn's mind fall into place as she realized what he was doing, and she was having none of that. Rather than return his greeting snorts she nipped at him, catching the corner of his mouth and twisting. With a shocked look in his eyes the horse jumped back from her and lowered his head while scraping at the ground. The unicorn snorted out her disdain and turned to the gate.
She was halfway through the pasture when she heard the horse's hooves thundering against the ground again, closer than she had thought he would be. She turned her head to see him galloping up behind her, and before she could turn her walk to a trot he overtook her, turning with surprising ease in front of her to cut her off. Not to be so easily dissuaded she simply turned to move behind him, but he spun in place and planted a sharp nip on her shoulder. The unicorn jumped sideways in surprise, eyes wide and head held high. This was not at all how she was used to be treated by the farm's horses.
Without any hesitation the horse continued after her, pushing her with his very presence, and she found herself taking several steps back to get away from him and the hot snorts he was blowing against her muzzle. Her ears laid back in warning, but he didn't seem to care. He pressed himself closer on her, dwarfing her with his enormous size, and drew his wet tongue against her lips. She shivered at the touch and turned her muzzle away from him, but he kept his nose close against hers so she couldn't escape the warm breath or the firm strokes of the tongue.
The unicorn's eyes widened even more in what was approaching outright fear as she was all but forced to inhale the warm breath. This was not a case of one of the farm's geldings being overly affectionate with her as she had first thought. The smell and taste of the horse was unmistakably that of a stallion, and one who clearly was of the opinion that her presence in his pasture made her one of his mares. She was not certain whether she was in heat or not, but she was completely certain that even if she was she had no intention of lifting her tail to a horse, let alone one so unattractive as the stallion before her.
Of course the stallion was not of a mind to just let her go, that much was clear to her. Whenever she took a step back he would follow, nosing and snorting at her muzzle, and while she considered for a moment to use her horn in defense she was not sure how. The stallion didn't seem like he'd get the point before she literally ended up running it through him, and she would really like to avoid bloodshed. Her cautious attempts at nipping back or repeating the earlier success of grabbing him by the corner of his mouth were all met with failure and even sharper nips to her muzzle or neck.
In a desperate attempt to make him understand that she was in no way interested in his advances she squealed out like an angered horse mare would, stomping hooves against the ground and tossing her head. A unicorn stallion would have been made to laugh and mock her endlessly for such a show, but it got the horse to hesitate in his otherwise incessant push against her. She grabbed the chance and ran with it, ducking past him and bolting towards the gate. She had no idea what to do when she reached it, like the fence it was too high to jump, but right then it was the only thing even resembling a means of getting away from the stallion.
A sharp pain in her knee made her stumble, the ground vanishing under her hooves as she fell on her side. The shadow of the large stallion covered her as he trotted around her prone form, his dropped length swaying lewdly under his belly with every step. The unicorn wrinkled her nose in disgust, the black and pink shaft speckled all over with yellow flakes of dried up gunk and reeking of it. Hooves dug against the slippery ground, finding purchase and helping her get back up in the time it took the stallion to describe half a circle around her front almost as if he was showing off for her.
The moment she stood the stallion's gigantic head lunged for her elbow of her nearest foreleg, simultaneously making her dance away and realize what had made her fall. A sense of cold ran down her neck and spine as it became increasingly clear to her that the stallion had no intention of letting her leave until at the very least he'd bred her. Already he was moving down her flank, snorting and hurring at her while his messy shaft swung out from underneath him. Absurdly the thought came to her that someone should at least be keeping him clean, but even before she could chastise herself for not focusing on finding an escape his teeth nipped over the base of her tail.
Her reaction was probably not what he had hoped for. There was no sudden lift of the tail in surrender, no spread of her hindlegs to support his weight. Instead both hooves leapt off the ground, pulling up under her before letting loose against him. With an angered snort he tossed his head up, just in time to make one hoof miss him entirely and the other only give a harmless scrape against his chest. Another bite touched her rump just as her hooves came back down underneath her, and she spun to the side to get herself out of reach of the stallion's teeth.
The unicorn only bought herself a moment's respite that way. The stallion followed her around, shoving his weight against her shoulder as his teeth sought out her hindquarters for another bite. She kept turning, and he turned with her in a frustrating dance of cat and mouse. Her ears and eyes frantically scanned the pasture for help, but doing so only made her dizzy and allowed the stallion several inches to land bites on her thigh and rump. She could feel that he was steadily wearing her down, and in order to preserve her strength just a bit she focused her attention on the stallion's hindquarters same as he did on her. It helped a bit on the dizzyness to not look around all the time, and she just hoped help would arrive in time.
Dancing around in a tight circle can be surprisingly exhausting, and after a couple of minutes the unicorn found that while she was more agile than the stallion, he was stronger and far more enduring - and apparently far less susceptible to getting dizzy. The idea of giving the stallion a sharp stab of her horn, but she knew what the consequences would be. The way they were dancing around each other she could not just give him a clean strike that would pierce the skin and remind him that she could be dangerous, their movements would ensure a deep and wide cut no matter what she did. It would be inevitable, but if she didn't do something soon she'd run out of strength to avoid being raped.
Her head lowered and dipped in preparation for striking at his thigh, but just before she put the tip of her horn to his skin a loud whistle rang out over the pasture. Her head snapped around to the source of the sound in time to see the gate opened and two stablehands waving wildly to get her attention. Then they vanished behind the large frame of the grey and red stallion, and her heart raced as she feared she'd only imagined them. But no, when she kept circling with the stallion they appeared again when the gate came into view, still waving. They were typical of the farm's stablehands, late teens and both dressed in jeans and t-shirts. It was chilly, but after a long day's work they were probably feeling too hot even in that dressup.
There was her chance, and she was not going to wait until she'd collapsed from exhaustion to seize it. She broke the circle immediately, hooves planting firmly in the muddy soil and earning herself another bite over the base of her tail. She lashed out with both hindhooves again and caught the stallion by surprise this time, both hooves connecting with his chest and making him jump away and out of kicking reach.
With no time to waste the unicorn sprung forward, galloping as fast as her legs would carry her towards the gate. Her heart was still racing, but this time it was with the feeling of relief, of getting away from a situation that was about to turn really ugly. She saw one of the two stablehands moving off to the side, holding up a large halter with a lead rope attached so he could catch the draft stallion and get him under control. The other stayed by the gate, leaning on it so he could close it quickly.
She could see already how it would play out. She would run clear through the open gate, it would close behind her, and the stallion would find himself haltered and probably taken for a walk to cool off. With a quick nod of her head in gratitude she reached the first of the two stablehands, passing close by him so she'd lead the stallion straight to the trap. "Thank-" she began, but the spoken words were interrupted by sudden movement in the corner of her eye and the sensation of something laying itself around her muzzle and behind her neck. Her eyes widened as the other stablehand started pushing at the gate, closing it long before she was through.
Her hooves beat against the ground, trying to make it through, but her head was snapped around to the first of the stablehands when the rope in the halter reached its limit. She skid in the mud but kept her balance, turned to face both the grinning stablehand and the huge stallion closing the distance in a matter of seconds. Her mind at first refused to believe what was happening, but when she pulled back to get away from the stallion the halter tightened more around her head. The stablehand holding the rope pulled down hard to keep her from rearing, and behind her she heard the click of the lock on the gate.
Surely they couldn't be serious! It had to be some kind of joke to just tease her a bit, she was sure of it in the first few moments after the halter was secured behind her neck, but when the stallion came all the way up to her and started sniffing and snorting at her muzzle again without either of the stablehands stopping him she had to reconsider that certainty. The sharp tugs on the rope and halter made her step forward to ease the pain behind her ears, but then the stallion nipped at her shoulder and she backed up again to get away from his teeth. The phrase about being stuck between a rock and a hard place suddenly made sense to her as her hooves danced in place.
"Tom!" The voice of the stablehand who had closed the gate made her roll her eyes back to see him standing with an arm leaning on the gate and his other hand patting the thick planks that made up the fence itself. The unicorn turned her head a bit to see what he might be indicating but immediately regretted that move when it earned her both another pull on the halter and bite on the neck. Tom - or at least she assumed that to be his name - tossed the rope to the other stablehand with a laugh.
"She's all yours, Jim." The unicorn tried snapping her head the other way to stop the rope, but it was far too long and Jim easily caught it out of the air and looped it twice around the plank before she could even tighten it or pull it from his hands. The fence creaked slightly as she pulled it against it, but the plank was solid and not one of those weakened by the cold weather during the winter. The stallion's teeth connected with her thigh, biting into the skin and pulling back. The sudden pain as her leg was pinched made her jump forward before she could realized the grave error in doing so, and she immediately found her head pulled down against the fence by the rope.
Only then, when it was altogether too late to be of any use, did the thought occur to her that she could have cut the rope with her horn. There would still have been the issue of the locked gate, but at least she would not have been restricted as she was. "Good boy, Duke," she heard Tom praising the stallion, followed by the sound of a hand patting against his neck. She pulled harder against the halter, hindlegs stepping far under her for extra leverage, but it was of good quality and refused to break. Jim laughed as he tied a couple of knots on the rope and gave her neck a light slap.
"Trust me, girl, you're gonna love this." The words sent a chill down the unicorn's spine as the last few doubts about how far the stablehands would let things develop were ripped from her. Jim continued down her flank, running a hand along her back the way anyone used to being around horses would do, and let the hand linger by her tailbase. "Think she's in heat, Tom?"
Her mind raced, trying to reach an answer before the stablehands, but she really wasn't certain. It was spring, yes. The warmer days had just started, so it was possible, but she knew from experience that her heat could come and go without her even noticing, it did not affect her mind the way it did other animals. Was she? Did she feel a little warmer? Was she peeing more?
"Duke seems to think so," came the amused reply from the other side of her. "Yeah, you want her, don't you?" She turned her head as much as the tight rope allowed her to, and saw Tom stroking the huge stallion down the muzzle though the stallion hardly paid him any attention. His gaze was firmly on her, and full of a burning lust it was clear he wanted to sate in her. "Go get her, then." A slap to his neck sent the stallion trotting forward the couple of steps that separated him from the unicorn, and pressed his muzzle against the side of her tail to push it aside.
She did what any sensible mare in her position would do. She kicked back at the stallion and made him toss his head up where her hooves couldn't reach, and then danced sideways to bring her one flank against the gate while yelling as loudly as she could for help. Both stablehands went wide-eyed at the sound of her voice, possibly not even aware of unicorns being able to speak, but the stallion didn't seem to care at all.
"Fuck, Jim," Tom gasped. "Shut her up before someone hears!" Jim moved quickly, getting to her head before she could even turn it towards him while pulling the belt from his jeans. With movements as if he'd done it many times before he slipped it around her muzzle, through the buckle, and tightened it so she couldn't open her mouth. Her yells became muffled protests that wouldn't be heard from very far away.
"That's better," Jim grinned, pulling up his jeans a bit and stepping back as Duke returned to sniff at her tail. Another kick made him take a step back and bought her enough time to dance sideways so her other flank was against the fence. She was out of ideas and was starting to suspect there would be no avoiding the fate the two stablehands and the stallion had in mind for her, but she wasn't about to give up so easily. Maybe someone else would walk by, maybe the farm's owner had heard her, maybe something would happen to free her.
"Think he'll run?" she heard Tom ask, but she kept her eyes on the stallion as he trotted in a broad circle around behind her, again showing off the grossly uncleaned erection swinging around under his belly. Her constant refusal was having no effect on him other than making him even more excited. She didn't hear what Jim answered, if he replied at all, because she was too busy timing her next kick for when the stallion lowered his head to her tail. He was being slower about it than the last several attempts, giving her hope that he was starting to understand that she wasn't interested, but then his muzzle suddenly darted down and bit her right on the base of her tail.
She squealed in pain, or at least tried to, but the tight leather belt around her muzzle wouldn't even allow her to do that. Instead the sound came out as just a loud snort, and her hindlegs gave way under her for a moment. She couldn't kick like that, she knew that, and instead danced off to the other side again with her head still turned to the stallion to keep track of what he did.
She met the resistance of the gate far sooner than she expected, bumping against it with her whole body, and quickly turned her head to see what was going on. Tom was in the process of opening it, but she could see right away it was not to give an avenue of escape. Where she was standing the gate would swing all the way around to the fence, trapping her in between, and that was exactly what Tom was now doing. The space between fence and gate had already become so narrow she couldn't have turned around if she wasn't tied down to the fence, and now he was pushing against her with the gate.
The stablehand had the clear advantage of leverage, pressing the gate against and forcing her back in the direction she's just come from, back to where the huge draft stallion was still standing with his neck arched so his tangled cream-colored mane became even more obvious against his red-grey hide. "Get the other rope," Tom ordered while pushing her closer and closer against the fence. "Can't hold this forever, and don't want my head too close to his hooves when Duke fucks her." Jim ran off, but the unicorn didn't bother to check where he went. He was not important right now, the only important thing left was to keep her tail pinned down between her legs, despite the snorts and nips that fell upon it from Duke's nose and teeth.
Her attempts to push back against the gate were met with complete failure, she was unable to collect enough strength to fight against Tom's strong push while Duke kept nipping at her and making her hindlegs dance back and forth in the small space that was left to them. The gate didn't reach all the way down her flank but stopped about midway, which meant she wasn't completely trapped though she might as well have been. A quieter whistle than the one that had caught her attention only a minute or so ago sounded from the other side of the fence, but her hopeful look for someone to come and help her shattered when she saw it was just Jim, waving a length of rope before he tossed it around behind her to Tom.
The rope tightened behind her hindlegs almost right away though she tried stepping back against it, but Duke gave her another bite to the thigh that sent her jumping forward into the wedge of the gate and fence. She was trapped, pure and simple, and she felt more afraid than she could remember ever being in her life. "Got it?" came Jim's voice on one side of her, followed a second later by Tom's. "Got it. She ain't going anywhere now." A hand stroked down her rump to her tail, fingers closing around its base and tugging upwards. "Now come on, girl," Tom said with that annoying laugh in his voice. "Duke probably doesn't like to be kept waiting, I know I don't!"
The unicorn refused to relent. Her tail clenched down between the cheeks of her rump was literally her last line of defense against an unwanted stallion, and the stablehands were trying to take that away from her as well. Nips still plucked at her thigh by the fence, making it hard to concentrate on what she could do to stop the attempts to forcibly raise her tail, and therefore she simply kept it held down as firmly as she could. Then the hand moved lower, brushing down the fine hairs of her tail that were now dark with the mud that coated a good portion of her body, and grabbed around those instead. Tom pulled, and to the unicorn's surprise and dread he easily pulled the base of her tail to the side as well.
The unicorn tried screaming out her rage to no avail. She had been soiled in mud, been nipped and bit, caught with a halter and tied up, been gagged with a belt and trapped like a common mare, and now the stablehand dared to pull her tail aside against her will. Without thinking clearly, her mind boiling with indignant rage, she kicked as sideways as she could in search of causing him as much pain as she could. Maybe then he would realize how wrong his actions were and release her.
"Whoa!" was Tom's reaction to the kick, and he let go of her tail so it was allowed to fall back down over the dark folds that had been exposed to the stallion's eyes - and his nose - for just a short moment. She snorted out, trying to turn her head to look at Tom, but froze when she tried to pull her leg back for better balance. The laugh from both of the stablehands confirmed her fears, and she pulled more frantically. Her leg was stuck, kicked in between two of the planks in the gate.
"I think she's just playing hard to get," Jim laughed behind the fence, reaching over to swat at her rump. "Wanna kick out at me as well, girl?" The desire to do so was great, but the unicorn didn't act on it. The leg that went through the gate could still reach the ground and help support her weight, but she wasn't sure if that would still be the case if she was just as unlucky with her other hindleg. She gasped as she felt the stallion's muzzle pushing in between her legs, fortunately near the ground, but he sniffed his way up along her mud-soaked legs quickly while she had no chance to kick him.
"Let's see, shall we?" Tom replied, reaching again to grab her tail by the hairs. She pressed down, desperately trying to hold it in place, but the stablehand was too strong and too experienced. Slowly it was pulled aside, and Duke's muzzle continued up over the once more exposed folds. Snorts blew out over her, the sound loud in her burning ears, and to her utter horror her vulva returned the stallion's greeting with a quick wink. No, she couldn't be. She mustn't!
"Whoo, there we go!" sounded Jim's cheering voice, and in the corner of her eye she saw him leaning over the fence and reaching out for her rump. "She looks a bit dry still, though. Let's do something about that." She wasn't sure what he meant until she felt one of his fingers pushing between her lips near the bottom and slowly dragging upwards. The sensation was not at all unpleasant, but she still pulled harder on her tail in order to have something to push the stablehand away with. As his finger slowly drew down between her folds again it was met by the stallion's tongue.
She pulled hard on the rope and halter again as the tongue licked over her, knowing only that she needed to get away. This couldn't be happening, these people on the farm were supposed to be her friends! The restraints didn't budge, and her struggling only resulted in Duke hurring loudly behind her and nudging forcefully against her sex. She quickly clenched them tight, suppressing the instinctual urge to wink at him again. She didn't want him, there was no way she could feel anything but pity for him, and she didn't want him to think otherwise.
Duke, of course, was only thinking one thing. He'd been chasing this mare around his pasture for some time now, and finally she was standing still with her tail out of the way and smelling deliciously of being in heat. The last part was the most important, and one she could really do nothing about. He hadn't bred in a long time, as the state of his hardened cock was testament to, and he was not going to let a beautiful mare like this one just run away without taking a foal of his with her.
Another deep hurr rumbled against her sex from the stallion's muzzle, and over her shoulder she saw him toss his head back with his upper lip curled, and he stood there for a long time just slowly waving back and forth as he reveled in her scent. "Oh, she smells good, doesn't she?" she heard Tom snicker to him, which made her again try to free her leg so she could kick. She wasn't sure which one she wanted to kick the most anymore, but that wouldn't matter until she was actually able to.
As Duke finally lowered his head he whickered lowly to her, a sound of masculine seduction she had heard only a few times before but enough to know exactly what it meant. Fueled by fear she tossed her head and body back against the restraint of the halter, but still it held her bound in the narrow chute. The stallion's chest bumped against her, forcing her forward, and then lifted itself up over the curve of her still-white rump. Her hindlegs screamed in pain under the stallion's heavy weight, especially the one stuck in the gate, but she somehow managed to stay standing under him though the legs quivered beneath her.
Red and grey forelegs slammed against her sides, drawing long and broad streaks of mud from the soaked feathers covering his hooves. He pulled himself higher on her, yanking her back in the process and dancing about with large thuds of his broad hindhooves on the wet ground. His erect cock dragged up against the inside of the thigh on her one free leg, the huge draft stallion's cock too heavy for him to easily bring it high enough despite her being so much smaller than he. The grim satisfaction at that realization only lasted a moment for the unicorn mare, a moment broken by Jim's voice.
"Whoa, boy," the stablehand exclaimed, and she saw him reaching over the fence to the stallion. "Time to get the goods to the cleaner, huh?" She couldn't see what he was doing, but the feeling of the stallion's shaft against her leg vanished. There was barely enough time to wonder what the stablehand had meant before she felt Duke's hips nudge forward, the movement shifting the whole stallion forward and pressing his blunt tip quite firmly against her folds. The feeling made her buck under him, but the stallion was much too heavy for her to even have a chance of making him dismount.
The unflared tip pressed painfully against her folds, with Duke leaning heavily over her and his hips insistantly pushing forward so it had nowhere else to go but into her, but she stubbornly refused to wink herself open for him. She wasn't sure if it would make any difference, but even if it didn't she was not interested in later thinking back and seeing she had not done everything in her power to prevent this ugly brute of a stallion from breeding her.
"She's playing really hard to get," she heard Tom saying, and the words came accompanied with a painful tug of her tail though he already had it well out of the way, unable to push away the thick shaft pressing against her, demanding entry. "Can you reach?" Her ears perked at the question. Reach? Reach what? As if to answer her unspoken questions she felt a hand lay on her right next to Duke's tip, and then another hand on the other side of him. She had just enough time to think the word "No!" before Duke nudged up against her sex again, and the hands pulled in each their direction.
There was nothing she can do, her sex forced open in front of the stallion's cockhead, but even like that he had to put a good deal of force behind it in order to sink it into her. For a short moment it seemed as though he might simply be too big to fit at all, but with the aid of Jim's hand the tip tilted just right and with a loud *SLLURRRCH* pushed in. As the first few inches of his cock pushed past the outer lips of her sex the unicorn bucked up under Duke, the only thought left in her head that of stopping him at any cost, but then he shoved further with a loud grunt against her neck, and her head flew back the few inches the halter and rope would allow it as the huge stallion effortlessly tore through her hymen. She wanted to scream out in pain and rage, but all that came out of her bound muzzle were snorts and ragged pants that sounded wrong even to her own ears.
"That's our boy!" Jim cheered the stallion on as he sank the uncleaned shaft into her, rubbing off the dirt against her tight sex the deeper he went. The momentum of that first penetrating thrust brought him straight to his medial ring, the sudden bulge in the width of his cock kissing against her spread vulva as Duke stepped closer up behind her. Her head slowly bowed over the fence, her body shivering under the huge stud. She knew it was too late now, they'd won. There was nothing left for her to do to stop him, and instead she tried her best to shut out the cheers of the stablehands and the lewd grunting of the horse on her back as he bred her. She just wanted it to be over.
Duke stood behind her, his hips slowly relaxing after his first thrust and dragging his thick cock back out through her sore passage, but she didn't bother to hope that he would pull too far and slip out of her. She knew that was not going to happen, and she was right - long before it even became a possibility the stallion drove himself back into her, nearly standing up straight over her rump as his hips came flush with hers. She winced as she felt him force himself deep within her, the medial ring easily pushing through her sex along with several more inches of the huge shaft behind it.
It felt like she was being torn apart, like more than just her virginity and self esteem were being ripped to shreds by the ugly brute on her back. Every inch of her passage ached from the strain of accomodating the much too large stallion, and as he hilted himself in her body she could feel the blunt tip pressing firmly against the back wall of her inner tunnel. There wasn't really enough for him in her, but he was making room by pure force and not caring how he was hurting her in the process.
Something moved against her folds while the stallion held himself pressed deep into her, and though she felt the pull on her tail loosen she didn't move it. What was the point? Duke was all but buried within her, the erection too solid for her to possibly push him out, and she understood now that even if she did he would just be on her again after a few seconds. The stablehands certainly wouldn't let her go.
After what felt like an eternity though it was really only a matter of seconds Duke again allowed his hips to pull back, large hooves thudding and splashing on the ground behind her as he dragged back to the sound of an impressed whistle from each of the stablehands. "Will you look at that?" Tom laughed, and she ducked her head even more. Whatever it was she didn't want to know, but the two young men didn't seem intent on letting her avoid it.
"Yeah," Jim replied with a light smack to her rump. "Ain't seen him that clean in months. If this is all it takes you bet I'm not gonna be washing him again." The pull back through her tunnel slowed and stopped, and the unicorn arched her back under the heavy stud in preparation for his next thrust. Her hindlegs were threatening to give in underneath her, but she knew if she allowed that to happen she would break the one trapped between the rough planks of the gate at the very least, and probably both of them. Her very survival depended on getting through this quickly.
Air was knocked from her lungs and her body was pushed forward in the tight space as Duke shoved himself back into her. Her head got twisted to the side when the rope tightened, and her shoulders wedged in between fence and gate. Once more she could feel the stallion filling every inch of her passage with her sex spread painfully around his intruding cock, the dark nub of her clit forced up against the underside of his veined shaft. She tried to step back, tried to give herself just a bit of room to move, but Duke proved too heavy to budge, the stallion standing fast with his hips pushed against her rump and refusing to give as much as an inch.
"Ohh, she's loving that, Duke!" she heard Jim's voice, and she wanted to scream at him that he was wrong, that she didn't want this, but there was still the leather belt tightly wrapped around her muzzle to keep her quiet. All she could do was stare at him in fear and anger, her head forced around to where she could only choose between looking at Jim and Duke's thigh or close her eyes. Closing them was out of the question, the fear was too great to shut the world completely out like that, but she didn't like seeing the stablehand leaning over the fence either, one arm disappearing between her and the stallion. Was he still keeping her sex pulled open for Duke? No, she couldn't feel his fingers there, but then what was he doing?
The answer came when she felt a finger squeezing in between the hard shaft and her clit, hooking around her and tugging downwards as if to open her even wider. Her ears burned with shame as her vulva contracted in an attempt to pull itself back up around the wide cock and she heard the lewd laughs of the two stablehands when Jim's finger let her go. With a wet slap her clit connected with Duke's cock, sending a mix of pleasure and disgust rolling through her that made her feel sick.
The stallion was already pulling back again, drawing himself through her passage with some difficulty. She was already stretched out to what felt like her very limit, but now the blunt cockhead was growing within her, flaring out to absurd proportions in the limited space of her body. She gritted her teeth against the pain, trying to arch her back in such a way that she would ease the strain on herself by making the path easier for the disgusting stud. His gigantic forelegs slammed in around her flanks again, knocking the air out of her lungs in a loud snort and smearing more of the mud into her white coat.
The pleasure of which she had listened to other mares speaking never materialized for the trapped unicorn, in fact things only got progressively worse with every beat of her racing heart. Already she could feel the lewd throb of Duke's shaft, making his medial ring press out against the sides of her straining tunnel, and the hot breath of the stallion was washing down over her neck. Her legs screamed in pain from holding up the heavy weight of a draft horse, her vulva from being spread wider than it was ever intended to save when giving birth, and her neck ached in the awkward twist it was forced into.
Then all of a sudden all the pain shifted, channeling into one spot on the side of her neck as Duke grabbed a firm hold of her skin, his teeth gripping tight on her and pulling back. She cried out as best she could and nearly choked on her own breath. Her body tensed against the predatorial bite and the bursts of hot breath blowing out against her neck from his nostrils, ears flat and eyes wide with fear. She was convinced her final seconds were rapidly approaching, and in that moment she didn't even fear it.
Sadly for her the only thing that was rapidly approaching was Duke's climax. With his mare pinned beneath him the stallion drove forward, knocking her even further into the dead end that held her trapped and burying himself in her all the way to the hilt. The unicorn could feel the broad flare mashing against the wall within her, but there was no pain from it, nor was there pain in her legs or the spread folds of her sex. The only pain she could feel came from her neck where a single trail of red ran down through the white fur, drawn by the stallion's aggressive bite.
The throbs of Duke's shaft grew in intensity, and she braced herself for what she figured had to be coming next. With her ears flattened in disgust and her body shivering in unadulterated fear of her unwanted mate she prepared herself for the first thing she had been right about since tumbling down the hill several lifetimes and only a few minutes ago. Duke pulled back harder on her neck, nudged himself just a little deeper within her, and to the cheering of the two stablehands she saw his tail rise up proudly and quickly press down behind him.
Warmth exploded deep inside her body, beyond where the wall to her womb kept the stallion's flare from going any further. Her hot tunnel clenched around him in an instinctive reaction she couldn't suppress, rubbing around his slick cock as it pulsed his seed deep into her fertile body. He had hit his mark perfectly, and the stallion within her all the pent up need and desire that had been building in him since he was last allowed to breed. Wave after wave of his essence splashed into her womb, filling her with the thick cream that would undoubtedly ensure her pregnancy.
Standing perfectly still as he filled her up the unicorn tried to shut out everything again. The stablehands, the stallion, her own thoughts, all of it, but she found herself unable to. Fear dictated that she remain alert no matter the consequences, and so she was forced to feel every throb and every breath of her rapist as he emptied himself into her womb. Another lifetime seemed to pass before he was finished, the last throb of his thick shaft almost completely dry of his sticky seed, and to the unicorn's quiet relief he didn't bother to stay in her any longer than absolutely necessary.
With a final sharp tug on the skin of her neck that drew two more lines of blood down through her fur Duke leaned back, hindhooves thundering on the ground as he stepped away from her and pulled his flared cock out through her. The unicorn winced again as it popped free with a loud smack, accompanied by a waterfall of stallion seed that hadn't made it into her womb. It didn't matter, she could feel more than enough of it moving around inside her still, but her attention shifted quickly to the warm sensation as it ran down her hindlegs and dripped from her sore folds.
She heard Tom whistling somewhere out of sight, and felt fingers pressing against her abused sex. "Will you look at that," she heard him saying, ears flattening more as his fingers easily pushed through the wet vulva and rubbed around inside her. "Blood. Looks like Duke scored himself a virgin!" A hot snort washed over her folds as the stallion lowered his head to sniff at her, and she quickly forced her tail down over the soiled folds before he would get the idea to mount her again.
Jim reached over and patted the huge stallion's neck in a way that could only be taken as praise. "Attaboy, Duke!" he told him, fingers scritching at the mud-crusted coat. "Whaddya say, should we keep her as your new fuckbuddy, huh?" The unicorn froze up at those words. The only way she'd gotten through this one time was thinking they would let her go when the stallion was done, but now it was sounding like she would never be allowed to leave again.
"Bad idea," Tom said from the other side of the stallion. "She'd end up gutting him with that horn sooner or later. Look at her, she's furious." He didn't sound afraid of her, though, more like he found her anger even more humorous than helping his stallion rape her. "I like the idea, but this one's way too fiesty." He swatted her rump, and she replied by flattening her ears even more.
"Yeah, you're right," Jim sighed, hopping down from the fence and coming up to her shoulder. "Makes me wonder if I should even release you, you might attack us," he grinned, playing with the rope with two fingers. "Maybe just leave you tied up here for Duke to fuck whenever he wants, how does that sound?" The unicorn pulled her head as far away from him as she could, eyes still wide with fear. The man literally held her freedom between those two fingers, and they both knew it. With a deep sigh she bowed her head in front of him, turned away so the tip of the horn was no threat.
" ...won't," she managed to squeeze out between her lips. She wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to. Images played in her mind of stomping all over the two men and slicing through the stallion's throat, but she surrendered to them to regain her freedom.
Jim nodded once and looked past her. "Take him in for the night, I think he'll sleep well after this." Tom was already on his way out of the pasture, the grey-red stallion following docilely behind him with his still dropped cock swinging back and forth under him. It didn't escape the unicorn's eyes that they'd been right, he was cleaned up quite well after burying it in her.
The strain of the belt around her muzzle loosened, and she chewed several times to get rid of the lingering feel of it while Jim pulled the halter off of her. "I'm gonna leave you like this," he said, pointing down to her still trapped leg. "You'll get yourself free in a minute or two, gives me plenty of time to get out of the way."
He turned to leave at a brisk pace, but the unicorn called out after him though she'd rather see him gone. "Why?" Jim stopped, turned to her, and with a wry grin simply shrugged before continuing to the safety of the barn.
Any explanation he could have given her would have been better than that careless shrug. It nagged at her mind as she focused on carefully easing her leg free of the gate, and the distraction of her thoughts made her nearly trip in the rope that was still holding the gate in place around her. Finally free she sped out of the pasture, kicking up water and mud as she raced home to the forest. She was a sorry sight as she vanished between the trees, lit up by the final rays of the early spring sun, covered in a mix of mud, blood, and stallion cum.
It was freezing cold in most of the forest, with the wind howling its despairing song through the empty trees. Only a single spot was warmed up by the unicorn's presence, but even through what little magic she had the cold was easily felt. She had cursed it for weeks, but now when she was in pain and sweating she found it almost welcome to keep her from burning up.
Her swollen belly hurt, the foal within it kicking repeatedly for hours as she went through labor. Her mind felt clouded through the ordeal, alternating between maternal expectations and joy and the bitter fear of what kind of foal her rape would have given her. In the early hours of the morning, just before the sun rose to paint the white snow red and orange, she finally felt the heavy burden in her belly shift and slide, her body expending every ounce of strength she had available to push the foal out into the chilly world.
She was afraid to lift her head and look, afraid of what she might see, so she stayed stretched out on the ground until she felt the tiny hindhooves slip from her aching folds. Even the birth hadn't hurt as much as being bred had, she realized, her head tucking in against her in shame at the thought. Slowly she lifted it up, steadying herself on one foreleg to look behind her, and her heart sunk in her chest. The foal was definitely not white as she had hoped, but with the mess in its coat it was hard to tell exactly what color the coat actually was.
She reached out to her newborn, sniffing and licking at its head to get it cleaned up - and to get her fears confirmed. As she dried the foal's muzzle with her tongue an all too wellknown color emerged. The grey specks were whiter, and the red had a slightly darker hue, but there was no denying who the sire was. Not that she had any doubts, she had kept entirely to herself ever since the rape, but she had hoped and prayed every day since realizing she was pregnant that her foal would not take after Duke in appearance or behavior.
She held her breath for a moment, then slowly turned her muzzle down along the newborn's flank, begging to whatever higher powers might be listening that she had been given a filly. Her nose carefully nudged the foal's hindleg, just enough to see for sure, and she groaned out in despair at the sight of a sheath nestled between the legs. She wanted to get up and run, wanted to take out on the foal the rage she felt for its sire, but when she turned her head to look at him again her head melted to far deeper and older instincts.
With a sigh she continued cleaning her son, helping his coat dry before she nudged him up to balance on those tiny little hooves of his. Wobbly but strong he staggered around a bit under his dam's watchful gaze before she guided him to the swollen udder between her hindlegs and he started suckling. "Don't worry, dear one," she whispered over his rump and the happily swishing cream-colored tail. "I'll make sure you grow up to be a better stallion than your father." The foal wasn't listening, too busy filling himself with his mother's milk and too young to understand the words anyway.