“That’s what I wanted to hear,” said Mister Fry, and what followed was surely the sound of kissing.
“I need you so much,” Jack whispered in the darkness.
A muffled moan made Reuben pull the blanket over his head.
Chapter 15
Reuben leaned down for Jack to strap the horn onto his forehead. It was made of metal but hollow inside and covered with gold paint to complete the unicorn gear Reuben was wearing. It was all custom made for Erik’s birthday, and with each new item pulled from the boxes, Reuben whinnied and snorted in amazement. Jack was almost done with putting it all on him, and even though the whole outfit was a dazzling work of craftsmanship, all white leather and golden buckles, it didn’t leave much to the imagination. The straps were strategically designed to sit over Reuben’s chest, winding over his thighs and arms, and under his buttocks.
When Jack buckled up the gorgeous hoof mittens, Reuben’s eyes widened with admiration at the golden color on the wood. He wasn’t just Copper the Horse anymore—he was the Prince of Ponies.
Made especially for the occasion, his new hoof boots were identical to his usual pair, but made with white leather, the hooves covered with gold paint. The dressing began with a long process of covering Reuben’s whole body with white paste, and then accenting his nails and pubic hair with a dusting of golden powder. Jack spent almost half an hour perfecting Reuben’s face, and much longer on his red mane, which he curled with hot irons into wide locks before also sprinkling them with a bit of gold dust. Jack was just about done when the door opened, and Reuben’s breath stopped at the magnificent sight that was his master.
Erik wore a costume that matched Reuben’s. It was a riding outfit, with breeches and a short tailored jacket, but made of exquisite white leather, leaving bits of skin exposed, and a velvet shawl knotted around his neck. His boots shined as if someone had polished them with champagne, but what struck Reuben most was his master’s face—lightly powdered to match the color of the outfit, but under his eyes were bright golden lines that were bound to draw in anyone’s gaze.
“Master, this is the softest leather that I have ever touched,” Reuben said with enthusiasm, moving his front hooves in the air and smiling widely.
Erik’s eyes softened as he walked up to Reuben, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “You deserve the best. So beautiful. I can hardly control myself now that I actually see you,” he whispered, clenching his fingers over Reuben’s hips. He came so close the hooves bumped into his chest.
Reuben whinnied at Erik. He couldn’t wait to see what the halter for this unicorn getup looked like. “I will make you proud, Master.”
“Good.” Erik grinned at him and gestured for Jack to bring him the last box. “The guests are already here. I’m counting on you not to embarrass me.”
“I won’t, Master,” Reuben exclaimed, suddenly nervous. “Are there any rules I should follow at your party?”
“Obey everything I say, and you will do well,” uttered Erik, opening the white box Jack held out for him. Something chimed when Erik moved its contents, and Reuben soon knew why. The pristine white halter had two small bells at the sides of the bit and when Erik put the thing on and into Reuben’s eager mouth, they sat on his cheeks, ready to chime with every move.
Reuben nodded vigorously, and their sound was clear as the broth Mister Fry cooked for Erik.
“Good?” Erik leaned in and kissed Reuben’s cheek. He was already holding the white plume in his hand.
Reuben bowed so Erik could easily reach the top of his head. He did so in an elegant manner Jack taught him, with one foot in front of the other. It felt like being crowned.
“That’s lovely. Such a graceful pony,” said Erik, his voice becoming all raspy when he attached the decoration to the top of Reuben’s head. “You know what else you’re missing?”
Reuben let out a quiet grunt and nuzzled Erik’s hand. He didn’t want to appear to the guests with a part of his outfit missing.
“Jack, I need the tail,” Erik said as he gestured for Reuben to walk over to the bench.
Reuben did as told, his eyes widening at the sight of the magnificent golden tail that attached to a white phallus.
Erik smiled. “Just imagine it entering you, Copper. So smooth, so heavy that it pulls on your inner muscles.”
Reuben’s breath hitched, and his cock took the hint already. He bent over the bench and spread his legs in invitation. A shiver ran down his spine when he listened to Eric’s slow footsteps over the wooden floor.
“Everyone will know I own you, and I want you to wear it with pride. Do you understand what I’m saying, Copper?”
Reuben nodded, jingling the bells, and arched his ass up higher. Oh, how he wanted that!
A gentle slap to his buttock tore a gasp out of him, but then the familiar fingers were there, all slippery and smooth, getting him ready to accept the phallus.
“Stomp your hoof two times when you think I can push it in.”
Reuben smiled to himself at how considerate Erik was. The fingers penetrated him easily, and he murmured at their touch. Erik knew exactly how to make Reuben’s cock respond. Reuben didn’t want to make his master wait for too long, though, so he stomped his hoof when he thought he was relaxed enough.
“Good boy, now stand still,” whispered Erik, and the tip of the rubber dick pushed at Reuben’s anus. He was familiar enough with the feeling to actually welcome the presence, along with the sudden moments of sparking pleasure and the teasing brush of the tail over his thighs and calves.
Reuben groaned into his bit, already wishing Erik would move the thing in him while holding the reins and telling him how good a pony he was. He shook his rump to make the tail sway from side to side, but Erik just petted his tense buttock once the conical-shaped base was embedded in his ass. “You will be ridden, do not worry.”
Reuben smiled and straightened his back. He felt powerful. After months at Erik’s house he’d grown so strong, and in his hoof shoes he truly towered over his master. He couldn’t wait to carry Erik on his back someday, but because of his ankle injury, Erik wouldn’t let him do it just yet, even though Reuben insisted he was fine.
Erik reached out and petted Reuben’s face, his fingers gently scratching it from forehead to chin. “I have a special present for you today,” he said as he reached inside his jacket and produced a small white box. “More jewelry.”
Was Reuben not the most cherished pony to ever live? He snorted and leaned down to catch Erik’s nose with his lips and lick him with as much tongue as he could push past the bit.
His master chuckled with glee and patted Reuben’s neck. “Wait till you see them. They don’t go on your ears, mind you,” said Erik, opening the flat box to reveal two small bundles of tiny rubies on clasps made of what looked like pure gold.
Reuben’s eyes went wide at how the precious gems sparkled. It was Erik’s birthday, yet he was getting gifts. He straightened up and stood proudly with his cock already arching up. There was no shame to be had when one was a glorious unicorn stud.
Erik’s smile widened. He picked up one of the fine pieces and spread the clamp between two fingers. Reuben didn’t expect it to close on his nipple. He blinked at the slight pinch, but it wasn’t all that painful, more like the bite of spurs, nothing a horse couldn’t handle. The tiny gems sparkled on his white chest, and he inhaled deeply when the other piece was attached. The sensation intermingled with the heaviness of his cock and the pressure inside, setting his skin aflame. Reuben was ready. Ready to present himself to Erik’s guests and compete in any challenges he was given.
He smiled into the bit when Erik took hold of his reins and tsked at him, leading him out into the corridor. Music flooded the house, but it wasn’t the kind of jolly rhythm Reuben was used to. It was something completely new, visceral, and exciting: the tone exceptionally low, like the buzz of a military parade paired with quick drums and other instruments Reuben didn’t recognize—his attention was on someth
ing else altogether when he got a glimpse of them in a huge mirror.
He knew it wasn’t the time to misbehave, but when he saw himself, all white and golden, he pulled on the reins to stop Erik. Reuben was never one to consider himself much of a dandy; his means never allowed him to even fancy such an idea. Seeing himself in the unicorn getup, with the golden horn, a white halter with horse ears, and hoof boots with buckles and lacing that reached his knees, made him swell with pride. He really was someone worth looking at, worth owning. The dark shadow under his cheekbones made him look more noble. The earrings, a sapphire John had bought in London and a ruby from Erik, made him think of his master’s two-colored eyes. Reuben’s heart beat quicker when he thought he had something that reminded him of Erik. He’d shed any memory of ‘Reuben Wark’ to completely immerse himself in Erik’s world.
Erik put his hand on Reuben’s pec. “Aren’t we a beautiful couple?”
Reuben sighed. If only horses could speak he’d tell Erik just how much he loved him.
He followed his master’s considerate lead down the staircase. Each step brought them closer to the buzz outside, making hair on Reuben’s body bristle.
“I bet you looked forward to meeting Coal again. Unfortunately, Alexander canceled at the last moment, so you won’t see him today.”
Reuben grunted and frowned at Erik. He wished for Coal to see what a beautiful unicorn he was, but he wouldn’t let that spoil his mood. Even the brief flash of contempt on Hans’s face when the bodyguard came into view couldn’t spoil the moment. This was the most important day in Erik’s calendar, and he was the main attraction, so he stood up proudly and walked on when the door opened.
They entered the most magnificent oriental room. He would not believe a king had one with ceilings more delicate than Erik’s, smelling sweeter than Erik’s, with food finer than Erik’s. Everything was perfect, and when all the lights turned on them, and the shadowy figures roared their good wishes all at once, pride pulsed in his veins instead of blood.
Even Blake the Buff, the Dal henchman who’d captured Reuben for the Pit of the Dead, couldn’t make Reuben feel ashamed of who he was. With so many people in the house, Erik took additional precautions and engaged more manpower to guard his mansion. They were completely safe, and no Gregorovich could ever harm Erik.
The moment they stepped farther down the carpet, the orchestra thundered with drums and trumpets. Each step Reuben took was his moment of glory. With so many people present, he found it hard to focus on anyone just yet, but guests were clearly dressed their best, and some had human pets on leashes. Only now he could see that at the base of the horse statue was a golden throne, empty and ready for his master.
“Don’t look at them yet. Focus,” whispered Erik, who in turn greeted his friends with small gestures as they slowly progressed down the elevated walkway.
Reuben followed the order, keeping his chin high. With his height and the hooves, he couldn’t see the guests’ faces, but it was probably for the best. After all, the last thing he wanted would be to trip and embarrass his master.
Erik stopped mid-way to the throne and raised his hands, looking around with a wide smile. “May I present Copper, the unicorn stallion of great strength and even greater charm. He is also incredibly virile, as you can see yourself,” Erik said, and Reuben hardly resisted the urge to move when his master tugged on his cock.
Reuben snorted and shook his mane, some of the golden powder falling from his hair. His nipples throbbed slightly from the clamps, but it was nothing in comparison to how much his cock pulsed. It was stiff as ever, and he wouldn’t mind other guests touching him as long as Erik was in charge. Standing in front of all of those people, he realized that he had no shame about showing his face to them. After all, he was a beautiful stallion, with a glorious big cock and an ass any one of the guests would be pleased to see.
Showered with clapping and cheers, they finally finished their parade, and Erik sat on the throne, gesturing for Reuben to take his place at his feet where a thick pillow was already waiting. The lights, which had been dimmed for their entrance, now illuminated the whole crowd. Reuben was happy to see Daisy, the mild-tempered cow, drinking milk from a chalice held by her owner.
Reuben smiled at her from behind his bit, but she looked away like a skittish foal. Reuben spread his thighs to show off his erection when he noticed eyes trailing to his crotch.
“How does it feel to be the center of everyone’s attention?” asked Erik, but then his attention switched to a tall woman in a long black dress and a wide hat ascending the stage. Her dress was so tight at the hips that she had to be helped up the stairs, especially as the wide bottom tangled between her feet. Reuben stared when she was followed by a group of naked men crawling on all fours.
“Sit,” she commanded her pack of mongrels in black leather dog masks as they approached Erik. The German Shepard was clearly an elderly man, with graying hair around his groin. He mewled and took the leash into his mouth, looking at his mistress, but she kicked his buttocks with a stern face, much to Erik’s delight. He clapped, but Reuben was unsure of what to think of it.
“Good to see you.”
“Happy Birthday, Erik. My mutts have gifts for you,” she said and snapped her fingers. All three human dogs approached Erik’s feet. “One was so eager to come here today that he pissed himself.” She sighed and pointed to a man with a badly bruised ass.
The man wailed, crawling closer with a small box hanging from his muzzle from a colorful ribbon.
“Can I pet them?” asked Erik, accepting the gift.
Reuben stared at the men. They were nothing like him. One too skinny, one with a flabby, sagging body, and a third one with way too much hair for Reuben’s liking. He wouldn’t feel jealous if his master played with them. After all, what competition was a mutt to a stallion?
The lady smiled and pushed the skinny dog to Erik with her stiletto heel. “Go on, darling.” Reuben was sure the endearment was meant for Erik, not for the man on the floor.
Erik leaned in and took another box, placing it next to the throne. Then he scratched the dog behind the ear, and his eyes darted back to Reuben. “What do you think of them?”
Reuben moaned and bowed down to support himself on the front hooves. He snorted and pushed the skinny dog away with his hoof.
The lady burst out with a brilliant laugh. “Oh my, he’s a kicker.”
The dog’s brown eyes stared at Reuben from behind the mask. He lowered himself and rumbled a low growl.
Reuben frowned and backed off, lowering his horn at the dog. The thing wouldn’t bite him, would it?
The lady smacked the dog’s back with a leather fan. “Oh, come on, Pox, behave. You don’t want to end up like Pissy, here, do you?” She pointed to the old dog, who mewled at her feet.
Erik rose from the throne to give the woman a chaste kiss. “I hope you enjoy yourself this evening. Don’t let those mongrels disrupt the party.”
Their lips barely touched, and Reuben followed the group with his gaze as they left. All the dogs had leather tails sticking out of their asses. When one tried to get closer to the lady, she smacked his head with the fan.
Eric chuckled. “What a sight, isn’t it? They pay good money to serve her.”
Reuben gave him a confused look and scratched at Erik’s calf with the hoof. There were people willing to pay for this? The old man looked battered.
“I know, Copper. There are so many deviants out there. Oh, here comes another one. Watch this,” said Erik, straightening up on the throne as another tall figure walked up the stairs.
But when Reuben turned his eyes to the next guest approaching the throne, he cowered at Erik’s calf without thinking. For a second Reuben, thought the man had horns, only to realize that they grew out of a mask. The sculpted helmet rested on a pair of pauldrons with curved spikes. His eyes were hidden behind the black bug-like goggles he wore over the mask that looked like sewn from a few different types of leather. The ma
n was bulky, but his body seemed young and fresh. He gave them a flash of white teeth from behind black mesh that covered his lips, and he nodded at Erik. The mask was so captivating only now did Reuben look down to see that all the man was wearing was a dirty leather apron. He didn’t even have shoes.
Goose bumps erupted all over Reuben’s skin when the man spoke in a warm baritone. “Erik Dal and his pony,” he said as he slightly turned his head to Reuben, though with the black lenses over his eyes, Reuben had no idea if the man was actually looking at him. Behind the guest trailed another crawling figure. Reuben was chilled to see the man had a pig’s head mask put over his own face.
Erik rose from the throne and shook the horned man’s hand. He smiled at Reuben. “Darling, this is Lord Satan.”
Satan? Reuben cowered even farther behind Erik’s legs. The man surely looked like the devil himself. Reuben whinnied at his master.
Lord Satan shook his head slowly. “Oh, what a fine beast. Nothing like the swine at my feet.” He pointed to the man in the pig mask, who was shackled in a way that forced him to walk on his elbows and knees, loudly thumping over the wooden floor. “I bear gifts,” he said and presented Erik with a long, narrow wooden box.
Erik didn’t seem to take Reuben’s distress seriously. He grinned at the guest and sat down with the box, so Reuben chose to take a longer look at the pig. It was a surprisingly attractively looking man, with toned shoulders and thi-- Reuben’s thought’s came to a halt when he noticed a glimpse of metal between the poor creature’s legs, but there was no mistaking it—a metal ring danged from the cock like grotesque bunting. He couldn’t imagine how much pain it would be to have his prick pierced.
Reuben looked up to his master just as Erik pulled a long riding crop from the box. The leather strap at its end was accessorized with a sharp-looking metal stud.
“It’s pig skin,” Lord Satan said with a self-satisfied grin. “The best there is. I still need to bulk up this piggy of mine before I skin it.” He poked the pig-man with his bare foot. “Isn’t that right, Pepito? You’re not pork of best quality, are you?”
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