The Copper Horse #2 Pride (32 page)

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 something
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 man 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.