The Copper Horse #2 Pride (33 page)

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?”

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
directed 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.