The Copper Horse #2 Pride (35 page)

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.

Reuben sucked on the
bit, intent on putting on a show for Erik. Despite Drago’s weight,
he managed to rise to his elbows and knees, giving the crowd an
even better look at his own engorged cock. When Drago’s split
tongue traced Reuben’s ear, he bucked away so hard the man’s prick
slid out. The crowd cheered, but Drago screeched in anger and
gripped Reuben’s hips to reposition his cock between his buttocks.
Reuben whinnied, snorted, and threw his mane to the side, shaking
golden dust all over the leather.

This time, Drago
didn’t risk giving him too much freedom and dug his nails into the
flesh of Reuben’s hips. Now that they weren’t a novelty anymore,
the nubs were starting to sting Reuben’s ass, even more so that the
sound of Drago’s balls hitting Reuben’s ass was like rapid
rainfall: hard, fast, heavy. Reuben moaned, falling down with force
and speed. The dragon’s hands squeezed tighter and tighter as his
guttural moans turned into growls.

Reuben knew he
wouldn’t last long, his prick throbbing, the nubs sliding into his
heated hole, the cockhead aggressively brushing against that
sensitive spot inside. Even the painful scratches wouldn’t keep him
from coming.

“Look, he’s riding
that pony like a mare,” someone said, and there was a distinct
slapping noise of someone jerking off close by.

“Good, Copper, good,
take that cock, milk it,” said a gentle female voice. Reuben
whinnied in reply, bucking against the dick inside him until he
felt the thrusts shorten, quick, and sloppy with come. He whimpered
into a hand stroking his cheek. It was all so intense he could feel
the approaching orgasm on his gums, yet it wasn’t yet there.

He moaned when the
cock left his body, and immediately something wet trickled down his
balls. He dragged his front hooves over the mattress, desperate to
come too, but all those warm hands were there to help. He could
hear new people ascending the stage, stomping over the wood just to
reach him. There were so many of them. Grabbing, stroking, gently
scratching, petting. Someone massaged his scalp while someone
else’s thumb circled his wet anus.  Questing fingers playing
with his scrotum while two separate people battled for control over
his heavy, impatient cock.

Reuben straightened
his arms to stand on his front hooves proudly. He spread his thighs
wider to give the strangers access. It didn’t matter who touched
him as long as it was pleasant. His hole throbbed, still
remembering Drago’s thick cock, but then a gloved finger slid in
there and pulled on the flesh, opening him up for view. “Look at
all that spunk,” some guest hissed, and when another hand pulled on
Reuben’s prick, he came with a shattering force, bucking against
the hands like a horny stud.