“Such a shame though. If I’d known that you’d go soft, I would have sucked you.”
Reuben snorted with laughter at this confession and lowered his gaze shyly. It didn’t help though, since Erik was so much shorter when Reuben was in hooves. He was still able to look into his master’s eyes. He wouldn’t mind being sucked by Erik, even in public. It hadn’t been a quick process, but Reuben could breathe again, unsure of what this whole event meant for them.
“I know, I have a weakness for horse come.” Erik sighed and stepped closer, leaning into Reuben’s chest.
Reuben took a deep breath and bowed his head to nibble on Erik’s hair. He wasn’t exactly calm yet, but Erik’s attitude was soothing. With the months of secrecy, Reuben had been sure there would be punishment coming for a revelation like this one. He slowly embraced Erik with his hooves, and his master chuckled, his hair teasing Reuben’s skin.
“I’ll find you the biggest cock out there. Would that be satisfying?”
Reuben hugged him closer. He wasn’t all about huge cocks. It was more about the attitude of the man. No one he’d ever met had as much confidence as Erik. Then again, he did enjoy Coal’s raw force or Percy Preston’s beauty. At the end of the day though, Erik won any possible competition. Reuben only wanted to enjoy another cock if Erik was around to be a part of it, to admire his pony and tell Copper how gorgeous he was.
Erik’s lips brushed over his chest. “Is that a yes?”
Reuben’s breath hitched, and he kissed the top of Erik’s head, hoping that was answer enough.
“Good.” Erik stepped back and led Reuben to a hook in the wall. He knotted the reins around it and patted Reuben’s side. “Now be a well-behaved pony and stay here. I’ll have Jack repaint you. I would stay longer if I could suck your cock, but I’m not suckling on pussy juice, darling.”
Reuben whinnied in reply, taking deep breaths. The meltdown with Betsy had been violent, but Erik’s confident adoration only reinforced his love for his master.
Chapter 16
Reuben couldn’t wait to reappear in front of Erik in all his finery. Jack reapplied the smudged paint and corrected the lines around Reuben’s eyes, erasing all traces of tears and shame.
With fresh golden dust in his hair and excitement cresting in him again, Reuben reentered the party as Copper. There were no trumpets or drums to greet him this time, but Erik’s smile was all the invitation Reuben needed. Even Lord Satan didn’t pay him any mind, crouching by the small cage in which his pig was locked, and prodding the pet with a stick.
Erik got to his feet, dismissing a conversation partner with a gesture, and strolled down the elevated walkway to meet Reuben halfway. “There is my ruby!” he exclaimed, reaching out to take the reins from Jack. His eyes shined like the golden glitter in his hair.
Reuben smiled shyly behind the bit and stopped just inches away from his master, so as not to rub paint all over him. He didn’t feel all that confident when he entered the room, but no one seemed to be mocking him or making remarks about him and Betsy. A mountain of worry was lifted from Reuben’s chest.
With a tug on the reins, Erik pulled his head down for a kiss. Reuben’s skin tingled when their lips met, the languid music playing in the background and mingling with the simmering conversations all around them. Erik pulled one of Reuben’s nipple clamps, chuckling. “Better now, darling?”
A loud whistle pierced Reuben’s ears when Erik kissed him, but Reuben didn’t mind and smiled into the touch. A spark of excitement came as the clamp teasing his sensitive skin.
“Are you ready for the main event? I found an animal you’ll like,” Erik said, slowly leading Reuben back to the throne. It was a hard decision to make, but as they moved, Reuben took the chance to look into the eyes of the guests. Somewhere deep within he was still very ashamed, so to see smiles and raised glasses was an immense relief.
Erik sat down on his throne and gestured to the pillow at its side. “We’ve been waiting for the main event just for you, Copper.”
Reuben kneeled by his master’s side, as in place as ever. He straightened as pride swelled in his chest. All these people and even Erik waited for him. And what would the ‘main event’ be? Reuben couldn’t wait to find out, ready to be amazed. Knowing Erik, it could only be something dazzling.
Erik leaned over the armrest and nuzzled Reuben’s temple. “More wine?”
Reuben let out a low groan of satisfaction and leaned into the touch. He nodded, ready to be pampered. He deserved it, after all. He was a unicorn, a unique, magical being. Erik made a gesture, and Reuben saw a swift movement from the right. Within seconds. John stepped onto the platform and knelt in front of Reuben with a wide glass in hand. His eyes were set somewhere behind Reuben, but he never hesitated to make Erik’s wishes come true. Reuben wondered whether the footman was still jealous of him.
Since John had come back from his outing to London, he seemed uplifted, less mean, and sometimes he even brought Reuben treats. He still never had many kind words, but that was just his disposition, Reuben figured. John did tell Reuben a few stories before Jack returned from his banishment in the kitchen. The stories were nothing like Erik’s book about Pegasus. They were full of blood, human sacrifice, and ancient gods, clearly inspired by the Egyptian exhibition John had seen in the London Museum of World Wonders. Having John talk to him put a foot in the door to the man’s cold heart, and it made Reuben feel like he’d done something good, as if he could cure John’s loneliness.
But the moment he thought that, the footman was gone, leaving Reuben alone with Erik. At least as alone as one could be in a room full of people. His master winked at him and slowly rose from his throne, gesturing for silence. Even the music gradually died down as all eyes set on his graceful form.
“Dearest friends, thank you all for coming here to celebrate with me. I am grateful for all your wonderful gifts and hope you will leave my home thoroughly entertained.”
Some cheers rose from the crowd, but Erik put his index finger against his lips and the noise died down almost immediately. “I know that all of you have been waiting for the traditional part of entertainment in my house, so let’s wait no longer. May I present, Miss Ursula and the beautiful Drago.”
A low sound of the tuba and the slow beating of a massive drum marked the entrance of the couple A lady in a black leather dress entered first, holding a chain in one gloved hand and a small burning torch in the other. She wasn’t much taller than Erik, so the creature walking behind her was even larger in contrast. Reuben’s eyes went wide at the sight of the man she led on a chain. Tattoos, horns, and red scales covered his muscular body, and Reuben couldn’t help but glance between the man’s legs. He couldn’t quite see just how big the cock was from where he stood, but it was red and arched upwards like yet another horn. Drago’s short spiky hair was dyed red, which made him look like a fiery demon as he walked up the stairs to a small stage.
The moment the music stopped, a set of massive mechanical wings opened on Drago’s back, making the guests gasp. Miss Ursula held the torch in front of Drago, and the whole room exploded with bright orange light when the man blew into it, spitting fire into the air. The guests howled and clapped, deafening Reuben with their voices.
Erik raised his hands and clapped furiously when Ursula curtseyed, her young, round face glowing with a smile. Reuben was surprised to find that she reminded him of the girls he sometimes met in the pub: pretty but plain, and somehow he felt she was a bit like him, a bit overwhelmed by the finery and noise around her. Drago on the other hand was in his element. He roared and stepped closer to the throne, turning so that his cock was visible from profile, and the sight was enough to make Reuben grow all hot and flustered. His silhouette... both his and the dick’s was magnificent: broad and strong.
Drago turned around with the torch and threw his head back, slowly lowering the fire toward his face just as he produced an unlit torch. Reuben’s throat clenched, and he poked Erik’s throne with his
front hoof, unsure whether to watch or close his eyes. His body trembled when Drago put the torch on his tongue, and the flame danced in his wide open mouth until he put the cool torch against it. The thing immediately alit, and the man moved in a languid, sensuous move before leaning his head back again. One of the torches neared his lips again, while he touched the other against his chest and used it to stroke the bulging muscle just as he closed his mouth over the second flame like it was candy.
Reuben’s heart pounded to the rhythm of the drum that started up again. He whinnied and rubbed Erik’s knee with his hoof to show his excitement and anxiety, but he wouldn’t look away from Drago for a second. He wouldn’t even blink. The shadows of the fire on Drago’s skin was pure magic, and his wings opened and closed as if they truly were a part of the man’s body. Saliva dripped down the side of Reuben’s chin because he forgot to swallow, too amazed by the show.
Drago played with the fire for what seemed like forever, and once he was done many guests rose from their seats to express their approval. Even Reuben joined in, knocking his front hooves together with a loud whinny. Erik looked down at him with a wide smile. “Beautiful, isn’t he?”
Reuben nodded vigorously. Drago wasn’t beautiful in the sense that Percy Preston was, or seductive like Erik. Drago was magnificent and dangerous.
Erik chewed on his lip. “Better than Betsy?”
Reuben pouted and looked away, his face flushing under the makeup.
“You want his cock?” Erik leaned over, and Reuben noticed him playing with the fake horse ear.
Reuben swallowed and had a better look at Drago’s prick. It was in some sort of sheath of red rubber covered in nubs, with only the head sticking out. Reuben was curious if that would stay on when Drago fucked him. The idea sent a tingly sensation down to his balls. He nodded absentmindedly.
“Let the match begin,” exclaimed Erik, getting to his feet. “The first bout is between my dear Copper and Miss Ursula’s Drago.”
The crowd exploded with whistling and clapping while servants moved through the guests, carrying a big roll of something on their shoulders. Reuben exhaled, and for the first time his eyes met Drago’s. They burned with an intensity Reuben couldn’t cope with, so he lowered his eyes.
But a match? Reuben swallowed. Fighting wasn’t his best skill. Sure, he was big and he knew quite a few techniques for killing zombies, but this? Did Erik expect him to attack Drago with his horn? As if to answer his question, Erik announced the rules.
“The pets will be wrestling for superiority, and the one who enters the other first wins.” He chuckled and waved his hand. “Technically, they both win.” He glanced back at Reuben. “There will be no rounds. The fight starts when I say, and it ends when the winner orgasms. It is up to the winner whether his opponent will come as well.”
Reuben straightened. The depths of Erik’s perverse nature would never cease to surprise him. He swallowed and watched miss Ursula take the wings off Drago. Reuben rose and bent over, knowing his tail would have to go. He couldn’t help it, his cock was already throbbing and hot with excitement. He trembled when someone banged on the wood beneath his feet.
“Good pony!”
Erik chuckled as Reuben felt the pull in his hole. The phallus slowly left his body, much like every other day, but the circumstances were uniquely invigorating. He watched the servants spread the roll of fabric, which turned out to be a leather-covered mattress. Was Drago as interested as Reuben was? Erik sent Reuben forward with a slap to the butt.
Reuben looked back at his master once more, but then approached the stage with practiced grace, stomping his hooves loudly and throwing his mane back. He inhaled deeply when he finally got to the stairs to the stage, Drago squatted on the edge and watched Reuben with those dark eyes. As soon as Drago opened his mouth, Reuben saw what he couldn’t from beneath Erik’s throne: All of the man’s teeth had been sharpened. When a cleft tongue slid out of that scary mouth, Reuben stopped mid-step, but all Erik did was to call for them to take positions.
At least Drago seemed to know what that meant. He slowly got to his knees, eyeing Reuben with a predatory grin. He was exceptionally handsome, with noble, angular features, but the getup turned his beauty into something dark and menacing.
An effeminate man in a pale blue dinner jacket stepped closer with a glass of champagne. “A dragon and a unicorn. How charming! How magical! Cheers!” he exclaimed in a high pitched voice and raised his glass to Erik.
Reuben swallowed but got to the mattress and kneeled gracefully, just as he was trained to.
Drago hissed at him, dragging the split tongue over the spikes of his teeth for the amusement of the crowd. “You’ll be my dinner, little unicorn.”
Reuben whinnied and put his hooves in front of himself, his blood heating at the sight of Drago’s wide chest. He wasn’t even sure if some of the scales were glued to his skin, tattooed, or if the man was actually so in tune with his persona that he’d grown them. Erik had detached the reins, but the bit was firmly between Reuben’s teeth, so he had no way of replying, and with hooves against a set of big, strong hands, he knew he was at a disadvantage. Yet, when he looked down at the girth of Drago’s cock, encased in the rubber sheath, Reuben knew he wouldn’t mind losing, even if only to find out how those little nubs would feel inside of him.
“Dear Ursula, would you mind preparing the contestants, or would you rather if I did it?” asked Erik from behind.
The woman chuckled and opened her purse to retrieve a small vial of oil before bending down and pouring some of the slick substance over Drago’s cock. He arched his back with a low screech when his mistress slowly smeared it all over his member with her hand.
Then she turned to Reuben to do the same. It was strange, but Reuben didn’t back away. His focus was on Drago and on Erik watching, so he didn’t mind who else touched him. He was a pony after all, it was normal for people to pet him. Her thick fingers were so different than Erik’s that he closed his eyes, focusing on the smooth glide of the oiled hand over his skin. He wouldn’t mind it staying there a bit longer, but Ursula stepped back, leaving him alone with the dragon, whose eyes were trained on Reuben’s as if he didn’t need to blink.
Erik’s words came from behind like warm rain, reminding Reuben that he was safe. “Three. Two. One. Now!”
The moment that last word resounded through the room, Drago jumped forward, grabbing Reuben’s horn and already pushing Reuben to his side.
Reuben squealed in shock when Drago forcefully turned his head. He writhed, pushing at Drago’s chest with his hooves, but the man had the strength of a bear. Cheers and screaming erupted all around the stage as Reuben managed to slide his knee against Drago’s stomach. The bells on Reuben’s cheeks jingled, adding another layer of sound to the yelling and music that accompanied the fight.
Only now did Reuben realize Drago had long claws as well, and they sank into his flesh as his opponent effortlessly pressed him into the mattress, attempting to shove him to his hands and knees. The leather clung to Reuben’s body as they moved, and he looked into the crowd, savoring the touch of this prime example of a male who could maneuver Reuben’s body however he wanted. Even as Reuben struggling to push him away, Drago wrapped his thick arms around Reuben’s waist at one point and picked him up, just to turn him over and push him flat onto the mattress.
Reuben could whinny all he wanted, but it was no use, he could already feel the slick cock on his thigh, and his ass pulsated with hunger for cock. It was sated sooner than he expected when Drago pushed against his ass with a low growl, and the prick breached Reuben’s hole like Erik’s had their first night.
Reuben squealed behind the bit, shocked by the girth. He tried not to tense up, knowing that wouldn’t help. Instead, Reuben writhed and arched his ass up for a better angle to take that monster of a cock in. Each nub finding its way into his anus was a moan-worthy experience. Losing got him a cheer from the crowd, but his mind was completely focused on the way
those nubs rubbed his sensitive channel as they made their way deeper into his body. Drago never stopped holding him against the mattress, his warm chest throbbing over Reuben, and the heat it radiated had to stem from the flames he had swallowed only minutes earlier. Reuben imagined them dancing in Drago’s throat even as the dragon’s teeth scratched his nape.
Drool ran down the side of his chin, next to the bit, wetting the leather underneath. There wasn’t much he could do trapped under Drago’s heavy body. His front hooves slid over the mattress with each move they made together. Reuben looked up to find Erik watching him from his throne. Seeing his master staring at the beast on top of Reuben thrust that thick, meaty cock inside made Reuben’s balls ache with come dying to be spilled.
To the amusement of the cheering crowd, Reuben bucked back onto the dragon dick, filling himself to the brim. His grunts earned him a clap as the man in the pale blue jacket approached. He was all rosy-cheeked, with an erection tenting his tight breeches.
“You like a cock fucking, don’t you, pony?” The stranger stroked Reuben’s mane with gentle fingers.
“Look, his cock is already dripping!” exclaimed someone from beyond Reuben’s sight, but someone else reached under his body and weighed Reuben’s cock in his hand. “Hung like a stallion.” There was a laugh, but Reuben felt no shame. He rubbed himself against the hand.
“Oh, no no! Not so quick, pony, I want to see that monster pump you full of spunk.”
Drago wasn’t intent on a slow lovemaking. His thrusts were quickly picking up their pace, the nubs awakening places Reuben never sensed before, making him numb and hot with each push and pull of that glorious cock. The dragon’s grunts warmed Reuben’s neck where the spiky teeth bit into the flesh on Reuben’s nape, holding him in place as if the strong claws and broad chest weren’t enough to keep him at Drago’s mercy. When he looked at Erik again, shaken by the abrupt, brutal thrusts, their eyes met. Erik’s gaze was glistening with pleasure when he put his slim hand over the bulge in his pants.
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