Pride (The Copper Horse book 2) (gay erotic romance pony play BDSM)

by K. A. Merikan

  The pig leaned down over its master’s feet, and Reuben watched a pink tongue stick out of the open snout to lap at their pale skin. His strong, masculine body shook, and he knocked his bruised, slightly swollen elbow against the wooden floor.

  “Off! I have better things to look at here.” Lord Satan scooted down and looked straight at Reuben. His muscular thighs stuck out when the apron fell between his legs to cover his crotch.

  “That is so thoughtful of you, Satan,” said Erik with a smile in his voice. “I’m sure Copper is going to love it even more than I.”

  “Oh yeah? He likes pain? Here pony, pony…” Lord Satan approached Reuben in a crouch, and it made his heart pound. The Lord’s accent was more reminiscent of Reuben’s and his friends from London than any of Erik’s noble acquaintances, but it didn’t make him any less of a dominating presence.

  The pig whimpered in a way that made even Reuben’s heart soften, but Erik would have none of that. “Shut up, pig, or we’ll put you into a cage so small, everyone will be able to push their bottles into you.”

  Reuben let out a whinny, but with Erik around he was sure Lord Satan wouldn’t hurt him.

  “I would love to put my mark on that tight rump,” Lord Satan murmured and snapped his fingers at the bell on Reuben’s cheek, making it jingle.

  “He is already marked, and I loathe the concept of dual ownership.” Erik snorted. “But perhaps you could teach my pony a thing or two?”

  “Oh, definitely.” There was that evil grin again. “Turn around, Copper, show me your ass,” he commanded.

  Reuben looked at Erik, but when his master nodded, Reuben turned around on his knees and presented his tail-stuffed ass to the stranger. His breath hitched, and a shiver went all the way to his balls at how exposed he was.

  “Isn’t he a beauty?” Erik asked just before Reuben felt his tail being moved to the side, and the stranger’s hands found his balls.

  “He is, nice and smooth. I’d show him how the devil fucks a beast,” groaned Lord Satan as he shifted his hand to Reuben’s cock, giving it a squeeze. “That tail deep in him? Keeps him sated for now?”

  “No, I don’t want him to get too excited before the main event. His hole is well trained now.”

  Reuben’s cheeks burned under the white paint at those words. He could hardly believe he was doing this. Not just for Erik, but for a whole crowd of people to see. He’d turned around like a show pony to be ogled and petted by anyone who wished to do so. His anus throbbed when a rough finger pushed in next to where it clenched over the rubber plug.

  “No scars under the paint,” Lord Satan concluded when he slid his other hand over Reuben’s buttock.

  “I like making him happy,” said Erik. “But this swine, I don’t know what you see in it. I wouldn’t put my cock anywhere near it.”

  Reuben looked over his shoulder and saw the pig man slouching there, his big sad eyes staring at Lord Satan from behind the mask. It was a much scarier sight than the Lord himself.

  Lord Satan pulled away and gave Reuben’s buttocks a slap so strong and unexpected he whimpered and cowered again.

  “Your pony is too soft. I can do whatever I want with my pig. I can stick my cock in and fuck the thing until he’s raw. When I’m bored with Pepito, I’ll make pork stew and that’ll be that.” The Lord laughed and got back to his feet.

  Reuben turned around just in time to see Pepito rolling to his back with both arms and legs spread in offering. His cock was stiff, and in the light from above Reuben could even see a bit of wetness at the tip.

  “Be sure to send me a sample,” said Erik. “Copper loves a good pork stew.”

  Lord Satan pulled a strap of thick leather from his apron and struck Pepito’s stomach so hard Reuben winced at the resulting squeal.

  “Who told you to roll over, huh?” The Lord said with a low groan, his cockney accent even thicker.

  Pepito grunted as he struggled back to his elbows and knees, but he succeeded, giving Reuben a full view on the spiral tail sticking out of his ass. And a dark red star-shaped scar in a circle on his buttock.

  Erik chuckled. “See? He’s just like you.”

  Reuben frowned and shook his head with a snort. He was nothing like a pig. He was a magnificent stallion. Getting up in the hooves wasn’t the easiest feat, but he did just that, to emphasize how much taller, how much more beautiful and glorious he was. Reuben stomped his hoof on the carpet. Even his dick was bigger than that pig’s.

  Just as the pig stumbled down the last step, the guests began whistling and clapping, their eyes on Reuben as if he were something truly special. Erik’s hand slid over his buttock.

  “Oh, Copper. There is just no way you won’t be declared the best pet at the party.”

  Reuben smiled behind the bit and tensed his buttocks at the touch. He was fully erect from the way Lord Satan played with his tail, and his anus still tingled. When he followed the man with his gaze, he got a flash of pale but muscular ass. All that Lord Satan had on was the leather apron.

  “That’s what I call ‘hung like a horse!” someone called from the side and toasted to Reuben’s dick.

  “It will toast to all your health soon enough!” announced Erik and gestured for Reuben to kneel next to him.

  The servants emerged with an endless supply of fancy foods. Reuben could hardly believe his eyes when he saw a huge boar, roasted whole with apples arranged neatly around the plate carried by four men. There was also alcohol, lots of it, and everyone who expressed interest had their glass filled. He looked up at Erik and gave the most pleading eyes and nasal whine he could manage. He wasn’t as desperate to have a drink as a few months ago, but it was still an itch he’d love to scratch.

  Erik blinked at him in the same moment as a young, topless boy filled his glass with red wine. “What is it, darling? What are those doggie eyes?”

  They were pony eyes for all Reuben knew. He breathed in deeply through his nose and shook his head to jingle with the bells on his cheeks. The glass was so tempting he rose slightly to poke it with his golden horn.

  “Oh, it’s a drink you want?” asked Erik as if he hadn’t guessed already. His master was smart enough to guess what his pony wanted. “What would you like? Wine?”

  Reuben nodded vigorously, opening his eyes wider and not blinking once.

  Erik looked at the glass in his hand. “Red?”

  Reuben let out a happy whinny and rubbed his cheek against Erik’s knee. He made sure to be careful with the horn, the thing wasn’t all that blunt.

  “Stop it, you’ll rub your paint off. Who’d want a patchy unicorn, huh?” asked Erik, leaning over with the sweet-smelling glass.

  Reuben backed off and sniffed loudly. Not Erik. Erik only wanted him if he was pretty.

  “Erik! Erik!” They heard thudding steps, and Reuben raised his eyebrows when he noticed a wrinkled man in a toga lead a young woman in pony gear towards the throne. She had a bush of fiery red hair both on her head and above her muff. “I made it,” the man said and chuckled, pulling the girl closer. She stumbled in her hooves but managed to keep her balance. “I chose her especially to suit your Copper, since I’ve heard so much about him.” The flash of his white teeth contrasted with the dusky skin.

  Erik put the glass to Reuben’s lips and tipped it gently. “Good to see you, Nira. You’re intent on dun foals then?”

  Reuben was confused by the woman’s presence. Her small breasts with pierced nipples did nothing for him, and the thought of putting his cock somewhere in that slippery bush actually softened his dick. Erik couldn’t be serious.

  “Oh, yes!” Nira said and struck her side with the crop, forcing her to turn around and present her freckled bottom to Erik and Reuben. People cheered and pulled their chairs closer. “Bend over, Betsy,” Nira ordered, and Reuben’s eyes widened when she complied without hesitation. She parted her legs wide when the man patted the insides of her thighs. Reuben was treated to a view he’d rather not see: her pink pussy direct
ed straight at him like an open invitation to a pub that offered discounts.

  One of the guests laughed with his mouth full of food. “Is she in heat?”

  “Show them, Betsy,” Nira commanded, sliding his fingers between her pussy lips. Betsy stirred against them, snorting and throwing her hair to the sides as she moved back and forth against the hand. “A mare like this deserves a unicorn,” he laughed.

  Reuben stiffened at Erik’s touch on his nape. It was gentle yet not quite soothing. “Just look between his thighs, my friend. He’s clearly a bicorn,” Erik announced, pulling Reuben closer and leaning down so that he could whisper into his ear. “This is a close friend of mine,” he said, his eyes warm. “I chose to give away my present for you. You haven’t had the chance to sink into a pussy for a very long time.”

  Reuben didn’t need the white makeup: he felt blood drain from his face right away. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. But how on earth was he supposed to refuse a girl like that without looking like the biggest sod in London?

  Nira put his hand to his lips and licked his fingers. “She sure is in heat.”

  “Mount her! Mount her, Copper!” A woman in an exquisite ball gown approached the walkway and whistled in a way Reuben never heard a lady do.

  Erik chuckled and pressed a kiss to Reuben’s temple, his touch burning. “Go on, come in her. I know I denied you a chance to beget your own foals, but today I allow it.”

  As soon as Nira stepped back, Betsy moved one of her hooves up, dragging it across the wood. She was incredibly fine, her flesh firmer than any woman’s Reuben could recall. Her small, perky breasts moved with each breath she took, but she soon turned her back to him and swung the tail in her ass, looking back with a low whinny. It got her well-deserved cat-calls, but Reuben was all she was here for.

  He got up from his knees, afraid to look at Erik. Far from being his moment of glory, the party has taken a turn toward something he wasn’t prepared for. He tilted his chin up high to keep up appearances, but his stomach twisted in panic. Someone from the crowd patted his ass unexpectedly, but it startled him much less than the slippery hole he was supposed to put his dick in. The opening was strange at best, and not appealing at all.

  The lady who’d whistled before came up to him from one side. A purple mask with jewels obscured half of her face. “Such a big cock,” she murmured and grabbed his prick with her gloved hand. “You’ll pump her full of come, won’t you?” she rasped and gave his cock a tug. He whinnied in shock, but it wasn’t overwhelming yet.

  “Barbara, please, let him focus,” Erik called out, but his admonishment wasn’t enough of a consolation. Reuben’s gaze zeroed in on the mare’s tail, which swung with the languid moves of her hips, her pink sex flashing each time. It was as if the tail were a hypnotizing instrument meant to force him into something he dreaded. It moved left. And then right. Left. Right.

  The contours of Reuben’s vision were blurring, just as the rest of his body shook with heat and then cold.

  “Fuck that mare, stud,” someone called out the moment Betsy bent over gracefully, relying on her master for support, since her hands were tightly strapped to her sides. Nira pulled her tail out to give Reuben easier access.

  “You can fuck both holes. She’s well trained,” he rasped.

  A stranger’s hand patted Reuben’s ass, pushing him closer to the girl. His heart raced, and he felt as trapped as his cock would surely be in her pussy. He swallowed, feeling his erection falter. He needed to act quickly if he was to put it in there at all. Reuben’s breath quickened when he pushed his crotch against her backside, rubbing them together in hope of getting his dick back up again. Blinders would have been his choice of gear right now, so he wouldn’t have to see the people around him, cheering him on with dirty words. He even recognized the sound of masturbation close by.

  Betsy arched her back, her toned body tensing as she pressed against Reuben, moving her wet, pink lips and the red curls along his cock. He could spot the contour of her breast as she shook her upper body like an unruly pony.

  Reuben looked up, desperate not to see it, but he met Nira’s smiling face instead.

  “Go on, Copper,” he said. “Good pony. She’s ripe and ready for you. Mount her. Come on,” he rasped.

  The humiliation had no end. Reuben’s cock went completely soft, and trying to hump her bottom only made things worse. He shook his head in hope that his mane would obscure his face somehow. The golden powder fell from his hair to her back like a symbol of his lost glory. Reuben kept silent and only tensed when someone pinched his ass and laughed.

  “Does the pony not like pussy?” someone yelled, and he recognized it was Lord Satan’s voice close to him, followed by a hand squeezing Reuben’s ass.

  “Is the stallion actually a mare?” Lord Satan laughed. “Want to have your ass stuffed full of cock, little unicorn?” There was a slight pull on Reuben’s tail.

  “That is enough. Do not touch my horse.” Erik’s voice cut through the noise, loud and clear. Even so, Reuben felt cold sweat on his back, the memory of Ollie mounting him against his will still vivid in his mind. He only noticed his tears when they landed on the pony girl’s back. A tremor ran through his body at the shame. Everyone witnessed that he couldn’t fuck the girl. He was a failure and had no idea how to look Erik in the eye ever again.

  “It’s all in good fun,” Lord Satan said, but his hand was gone. “I’d love to administer some punishment to this beast.”

  The words squeezed out a deep sob from Reuben’s chest as he hid his face behind his front hooves. It only occurred to him that Betsy had been led away when he heard the clomping of her hooves over the ramp. He was all alone, his flaccid cock on display for everyone to see. He used to think it was his lot to have rough men fuck him in dark alleyways, to be forced to become an animal for another man’s pleasure, but this... this was something else altogether. He knew everyone here was aware of the nature of Erik’s relationship with his stallions, but it was different not being able to fuck a woman as beautiful as Betsy. Had he truly become a gelding now? Erik surely didn’t want a castrated horse in his stable—that was why he always stressed how much he adored strong stallions. Reuben would never be one. None of Erik’s friends would ever see him for what he truly was inside.

  He choked out another sob when someone pulled on his reins, most likely to lead him away, back to the Pit of the Dead. He was a failure as a pony. Good for nothing but zombie food.

  “Copper, my darling, why are you crying?” Erik’s soft-spoken words were accompanied by a gentle brush of fingers against Reuben’s chest. “You hated your present this much? I’m sorry. Nira’s a lousy friend.”

  Reuben sobbed in reply and tried to talk despite the bit between his lips. He didn’t want Erik’s guests to see him this way. He was supposed to be a champion, to make his master proud. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled through the bit, but it was unintelligible. Everyone now surely saw right through him, saw that he wasn’t a tamed stallion but an eager mare. He hid his face behind the hooves again.

  “All right, darling, let’s go,” Erik said. Reuben didn’t have to be told twice, and he followed his master blindly, not daring to look around and see mockery on faces that had so far held nothing but admiration for him. He took careful steps, balancing on the hooves so that at least he wouldn’t fall on his face and embarrass himself any further. He was cold.

  It felt like eternity, walking to the tune of loud music, which was probably meant to mute the mockery he’d have to endure from now on. It was an immense relief to finally escape the bright lights of the garden and enter the house, but the fear was back the moment the heavy double doors closed behind them.

  He dared to lower his hooves and look at Erik in shame. It took great effort, and violent shivers wracked through his body. He tried to mumble through the bit about how sorry he was, but it was no use. Reuben had only focused on his humiliation up till now, but what if what was coming was some horrendous punis
hment? After all, he’d disrupted Erik’s birthday party, brought shame on his master’s house. Tears dripped down his cheeks no matter how much he tried to stop them. The jingling bells weren’t playful now, just annoying.

  Erik’s face was the picture of ‘neutral’. His mismatched eyes turned on Reuben and stared as if Erik intended to burn twin holes in Reuben’s face, yet there was no anger in his voice when he spoke, “What happened there?”

  Reuben sniffed and looked down at his flaccid cock with a whinny. It looked pathetic. Like a halfway-filled sausage, the banner of his shame. Wasn’t it obvious? Didn’t Erik see just how useless Copper was at being a stallion?

  “Didn’t you like that mare? Is that it? Not pretty enough for you?” Erik stepped closer and reached up to scratch Reuben’s nose.

  Erik was prettier than any mare. Reuben tried to catch his master’s fingers with his lips. How was he to communicate his wishes when he couldn’t beg for Erik not to throw him out. He’d learn to fuck mares if that was required. He’d try harder.

  Reuben slowly dropped down to his knees with another deep sob when Erik stopped him. How many tears could one man have?

  “Why are you crying? There’s no need to.” Erik pulled on the reins, forcing Reuben to look him in the eyes. They were pale, but any trace of frost Erik so frequently held there was gone. They radiated a warmth that started to melt the ice in Reuben’s chest the moment their gazes locked. “Copper, you’d prefer for Coal to breed you again, am I right?”

  Reuben wouldn’t dare look away now. It took him the longest moment of inner struggle, but he finally nodded, dreading what Erik would think of him. Reuben had lied about these urges for so long after all.

  Erik let out a long, tired sigh and pinched Reuben’s nose. “Don’t be a baby. He’s not here, but we have more than enough pets who would be up for the challenge.”

  Reuben sucked on the bit, not sure what Erik meant. He held his hooves close to his chest. Wasn’t Erik disappointed with him? Angry? It didn’t appear so. His master actually smiled.