Macedonian Sun

Well this sucks.

It was what Richard had kept in mind since he had got here.

It abhorred to have been thrown into a country that didn’t exist, it was even worse to have been thrown into a cage by poachers, and it sucked brass balls to discover that he had a primary role as a sexual-slave.

                    He had been on this train for a few days now, forced to wallow in his own excrement usually, with his captors cleaning the cage and allowing him a chance to stretch his aching limbs barely, if ever. Humans all around him acted aberrantly, making animalistic noises, flinging their excrement about, and trying to bite their captors.

The terrain gave the impression of a Germanic countryside. The terrain was quite familiar to him, because he was an exchange student at the Freie Universität Berlin. His brain, desperate to form some recognition of where he was in his state of denial, kept insisting he was out, heavily intoxicated, somewhere in the Leipzig countryside.

                    He had considered reaching for something to saw off the bars of the cage, but the idea proved useless. His owners had tied his leash right into the goddamn wall. How?

           With magic, of course! It was always the explanation. How did his leash fit into the wall? Because magic. How did the ponies control them with total obedience, even when branding or castrating them? Magic of course!

            The thoughts of castration and branding gave a shivering sensation down his spine. Most of the time, castration was performed with something as simple as a pair of garden shears! His captors couldn't afford proper equipment, and even then, they were not concerned.

                  Then there was the ahem- ‘Indulgement’. Those bastards would come back into his car and have their way with the females. It terrified him to watch, and then of course there was the odd homosexual joining in the fun.

 Nowthere was something to see. After ceasing with their carnal pleasures, they would lead the raped ones into a different car, to make sure they weren't sold along with the others.

                    They had been stopping at town after town, with humans being sold off by the hundreds, but they insisted on keeping him until they reach a destination they all seemed excited about reaching. Someplace called Canterlot, if he remembered correctly. He had noticed all of the puns of American towns this country had. Baltimare, Fillydelphia, Las Pegasus.

            Sabel was one of about fifty left on the train. He mostly could tell why they were saving them. Some were well muscled, others showed remarkable intelligence in pony eyes. To Rex though, their ‘remarkable intelligence’ was nothing beyond the capacity of a talented dog, or perhaps an internet phenomenon like that Keyboard Cat video.

                    He couldn't understand though, why he was here.

                    He was pretty much your average student, 5’11, gamer, whiter than a cheesecake, and a bit of additional intelligence kept in check by absolutely no sense of maturity. His captors always kept bragging amongst themselves that he would fetch at least 10,000 bits at market.

Oh the irony..

His train of thought was interrupted as the train gave a sharp jerk, smashing him into the side of his cage.

He looked out into the city below, ignoring the humans below being sent out in chains to meet their fate, it was actually quite catching to the eye. A colossal yet welcoming fortress graced the city with quite an awe-inspiring presence, the mark of a blazing sun bestowing one entrance, the other bearing a crescent moon.

So this in Canterlot…

‘’Finally, we’re here!’’ ‘’Everypony, get those humans out, and get them quick, we’re dealing with nobility here, so put your damn flanks into it!’’ the most senior of his captors quickly announced. ‘’The boss sees any slacking, and it’ll be the end of you!’’

Richard was taken first; he offered no resistance, knowing it was futile.

                    His eyes were blinded as he stepped out onto a podium, neck chained and linked to the twenty other humans lined up on the platform as a voice sprang to life on the loudspeaker.

‘’Noble mares and gentlecolts of Equestria, I give to you, with great honor, the finest humans of our storage!’’

‘’The bidding shall start at 1,000 bits, now for our first offer!’’ A fine male, five feet and nine inches in height, dark skin, and remarkably muscular for any ‘recreation’ that may be had!’’

Richard’s expression soured at the mention of the euphemism.

Hooves went up all over the crowd, first 2,000 bits, than 3,500, eventually settling on eight thousand, being sold to a blue stallion clad in a gray breastplate.

                    Humans sold for crazily expensive prices, ten thousand, and twenty thousand one even going as far as forty. It was obviouson the trader’s faces that they had never expected this kind of profit.

                    ‘’And now for our final, and greatest offer!’’ A rare breed of Human male, five feet and eleven inches in height, and incredibly gifted in the fields of physical fitness, endurance, and ability, for all those who would seek to have such fun.’’

Well fuck me sideways with a flaming lubricated horsec*ck. Thought Richard with a defeated frown on his face. Oh wait..

‘’Fifty thousand bits!’’ one cried.

‘’Seventy thousand!’’

‘’Eighty-five thousand!’’

The offers kept going higher and higher by the thousands, Richard could have sworn he saw the boss start to salivate one it reached three hundred-thousand.

‘’One million bits!’’

The entire field fell silent.

‘’One m-m-million bits?!’’ The Boss stuttered as one of the nobles came forward.

’Yes! My good sir! No joke at all!’’  ‘’One million bits for this fine specimen! No funny business!’’

I'm not liking where this is going..

‘’Of course Prince! SOLD to Prince Blueblood for one million bits!’’ How impressive. Richard thought, He’s got a jerk-off name to match the jerk-off outfit.. The stallion had a styled mane, bowtie, and a white tuxedo equipped with a red tulip in the breast pocket.

 From the looks of it, he’d been taking that suit everywhere. He gave a contagious smile that would have made anybody back home roll their eyes in disgust as the Prince went to collect the human and whatever else he needed.

His suspicions were not for the feint of heart.

His new owner had been leading him down the castle’s many confusing and intricately decorated corridors, looking intently for one particular room that Sabel prayed to God was the servant’s quarters. He’d take unpaid labor over being buggered up the arse by Blondie here.

        ‘’Come along, my pet.’’ Blueblood chimed as he lead Rex down another hallway, ‘’We’re going to be having fun all night and day!’’ If any Siddha, are present, please let someone get me out of here, please! Thought Rex as he was lead down the secluded hallway, nowhere near any servant’s quarters.

        Blueblood levitated a key from his saddlebag, and slid it into the lock. Opening the door to the room full of.. Oh my god..

Saddles, chew toys, dildos, whips, lube, and a goddamn upright steel rack with straps attached to it.

NoNoNONoNONONo! Thought Richard as the Prince started lubing up his nether regions. God, Discord, Billy Mays, something get me out of here! Rex thought, looking around for a means of escape.

‘’Alright you little rascal, bend over!’’ His eyes closed forcefully as he waited for the end to arrive. There was no way out of this, he was in for a whole new world of pai-

                ‘’Blueblood?’’