Deep in the Thicket

Chapters

First Contact
Cultural Integration
The Prince of Everfree
Deer Taming
The King's Coercion
A Minotaur's Triumph
Epilogue: Aspen
Epilogue: Blackthorn
Epilogue: Bramble

First Contact

“This is unacceptable,” said King Aspen, speaking to his captain of the guard, “It has been a week now since we lost a group of our harvesters, and we still no trace of them has been found.”

The deer king of Thicket, also known as “The Heart of the Forest”, leaned back as he reflected over the matter at hand. Roughly seven days ago, a small group of does were sent into the wilds of the Everfree Forest to retrieve what would be the last harvest of the season. It was supposed to be a simple and routine gathering of fruits and vegetation for the upcoming change of season, but by that night everyone in the city noticed they weren’t returning. A search party was sent immediately upon notice, but all that was found was some damaged trees, smashed fruit pulp, and heavy hoofprints that were certainly not made from any beast of the forest.

Ever since, groups had been sent to scout around for the missing females, but they would either come back with nothing, or on one occasion not at all. Which was exactly what this meeting with his guard captain was about.

“Blackthorn, I’ve kept you in the city in case this was an attack against us, but now I have no choice but to send you to look for our missing citizens. Not only can I not put anyone else at risk, but the season is about to change and it will be dangerous for anyone untrained to go out of Thicket’s borders.”

Winter was scheduled as the following week, with the ponies so meticulous about the changing of the seasons. While the Everfree had some immunity to the manipulation of its weather, if the rest of Equestria was in a state of winter, it would be as well.

“I understand, King Aspen.” said Blackthorn. He was just as concerned as his lord about the missing does, and while his duty to protect the city was important, so too was finding it’s lost citizens and bringing them back home. “I will get two of my finest soldiers and begin the hunt now; wherever they are, I will bring them back.”

“I’m counting on you,” replied Aspen, “Bring them, and yourselves, back safely.” Blackthorn gave Aspen a small salute before walking out of the throne room as quickly as royal decorum would allow.

Within the hour, Blackthorn was heading for the city gate, followed by two does under his command, one named White Rose and another named Birch, both higher ranking officers of Thicket’s guard force.

While it was not something a guard captain should do, Blackthorn occasionally thought on the feminine features of his two companions. Birch was a modestly attractive brown deer with short trimmed hair whose skills were mainly in tracking. She was fairly slender, like most deer, but had a firm muscle tone that was the results of her work as a guard. Not really Blackthorn’s type, not that he was looking for a mate when he put his duty to Thicket above all else, but not a doe he would refuse to share a bed with. Due to her perhaps being the best tracker Thicket had, she had already been sent out before and knew where the trail went cold.

White Rose on the other hand was a very attractive albino doe. She had flowing, neck length hair that was only a shade darker than her fur. She also had some nicely curved hips, and her bust was a size bigger than Birch’s. Not that Blackthorn had been comparing the females, but this was just something a male takes notice of when around women consistently. The reason for her coming along was that she was more accustomed to colder climates than most others, which the forest was rapidly changing into. Seeing that it might be a few days till they returned, she seemed the best choice to bring along.

They were all traveling sparsely, carrying a few days worth of dried food rations, their armor, and their weapons. Their equipment was made of a smoothed and polished wood material made from oak that had been treated with the deer’s plant-based alchemical potions to make it as strong as steel, but half as heavy. The last thing they carried on their person was a vial of another such potion, one each, which could be used to grow plants quickly if need be.

The trio entered the forest, their task the only thing on their minds, and made their way to where Birch last tracked the does. “So any idea what we are up against?” Blackthorn asked, expecting a fight based on the reports.

“Not exactly,” Birch replied, “The tracks are certainly not from the ponies, so we can’t blame them for this invasion of our lands or the disappearance of our people. The closest thing I could tell is that it was some sort of bovine species.”

“So, yak, maybe?” White said aloud, curious how a group of yaks could infiltrate Equestria to get into Everfree unnoticed. Deer were to some lengths xenophobic, but news throughout Equestria did get to them, though often not vice versa.

“Could be yaks or minotaur,” Blackthorn added, “But both are crude, barbaric creatures who would have a hard time traveling the forest undetected.”

“Whatever it is, we will deal with them.” Birch said, determined to finally track down her quarry. How either brutish race could avoid her detection for so long was an insult to her abilities, one the female soldier would rectify.

After about an hour’s walk, they all arrived at a small clearing in the forest, a place the deer had cultivated in order to grow food, using what was perhaps the best soil Everfree had to offer. However, it didn’t stop here. This place had long since been plundered and destroyed, and the missing deer taken away. Birch directed her compatriots out of the ruined garden, to the trail she had found before.

“We’re gonna have to go a bit deeper into the forest,” she said, pushing away some brush, “The trail goes on for a while, and then goes cold. Be careful though, there is a… bit… of…”

“Is something wrong?” Blackthorn asked, seeing that the doe had become distracted.

“It can’t be…” she replied, releasing the foliage in her hand, stepping a foot away from where she stood. “Look here, a hoof print.”

“Well, yes. There were hood prints all over the garden.” White Rose said, but understood that if Birch was curious about something like this, there had to be more to it than meets the eye.

“Yes, but this one is fresh…” Birch said, able to tell from her training the difference between new and old tracks, “And it’s heading… away from the garden.” She went ahead, following the tracks a bit to see where they lead, “The intruders must have come back to see if they missed anything. Then they headed… Those bastards, those tracks from before were going in an entirely different direction. They were able to cover their tracks and lead us astray.”

“Clever for a bunch of brutes,” Blackthorn said, curious as to how they could have tricked an experienced tracker like Birch. It wasn’t impossible, but one would have to know what to look out for in order to pull off such a feat, and neither of the bovine species they assumed were responsible for this had the kind of subtlety to do it, “But it seems like they weren’t able to pull it off twice. Now we know where to go. Good work, Birch.”

Blackthorn went to the tracks, checking to see which direction they went. He had a pretty good knowledge of Everfree’s layout, thus had a good idea where they were heading.

“They look to be heading towards a cave not far from here.” he said assuredly, “A manticore den, but with their strength, they probably could have run them off. Perhaps they’ve taken up shelter there.”

“Then that’s the way we’re heading,” said White.

Birch stepped forward, keeping an eye on every detail of their surroundings, “Follow me. The path might still veer away, and now that we have a good trail we need to find there creatures as soon as possible.”

The other two deer agreed, but as they traveled, they found that the trail was incredibly easy to follow. Where the first one was expertly made to throw them off the trail, this one was so careless that it actually got easier to track as it went along, leading them to the manticore cave as Blackthorn had expected. The stag didn’t know whether to condemn or thank the laziness of whoever made this, as they showed no care over what plants they trampled under hoof, but without it they might not have been able to find the lost deer.

As the three got close to their destination, they started to hear the sounds of life. Loud, crude voices talking amongst one another, laughing loudly, almost announcing their presence to every creature in the forest. The deer noticed it yards away from where the intruders were, and were able to sneak in closer under cover of their boisterous noise.

“There they are,” Blackthorn whispered as he finally caught sight of the bovine creatures. Large, muscular bulls whose body mass was over two times that of an adult deer. “Minotaur, as we expected.”

“But what are they doing?” Birch asked, curiously watching the barely clothed bovine creatures, each wearing light leather armoring that left large portions of their flesh exposed. They had built a campsite in the forest by clearing the area around the cave of trees, seemingly overnight, else such a disturbance in the forest would have been noticed much sooner.

The trio moved in closer, allowing them a better look at the encampment. The first thing they noticed was that the minotaur were not alone, as several deer were with them, all does, doing what looked to be enforced chores around the campsite, as their arms and legs were shackled together at the wrists and ankles, respectively.

“There are the deer that went missing.” said White, giving a knee jerk comment at the sight of them.

“No… These ones are different.” Blackthorn said, having a better position to see the minotaur’s captives.

While they were deer, they weren’t any that Blackthorn recognized from Thicket. There features were different, parts of them being less sleek in spots than his species, and each being covered in strange markings that looked like some sort of tribal tattoos on their exposed skin, the captive deer practically naked, save for their chains, a collar around their necks, and lengthy open shawls that barely covered their bodies from the chill in the air.

“I’ve heard that there were deer outside of the Everfree, but I’ve never seen one before.” Birch said. None of the others had either, as deer xenophobia extended to others of their kind to some degree, with each sticking to their own kind in their own nations.

Curious though, the Thicket deer took a moment to watch the interactions of these new cervids. They watched as they went about their slave tasks, which at the moment seemed to be making food for their masters. One was at a large pot, stirring a stew being cooked at a low flame, while others filled up bowl after bowl to deliver to the minotaur, who would practically chug the contents before sending their server back to get more.

The minotaur didn’t just use the does to bring them food and cook though, as a few were kept close to the bunch of bovines to serve as entertainment. Not with song or dance, but their bodies, as the large brutes freely touched them as they pleased. Hands would disappear under the sheets of cloth the deer wore, completely unhindered by it as they groped whatever part of their slaves that pleased them.

“How barbaric,” White Rose commented, watching one minotaur grab a doe by the face, fingers and thumb gripping her cheeks, and forcing a deep kiss upon her.

She could see the tongue of the male, long and thick, push past his prisoner’s lips, and even cause a bit of her throat to bulge out before vanishing behind her collar. It was both vile and insulting to the doe, showing that these creatures only saw the females here less as people, and more as things for their comfort and amusement.

“If this is how they are treating those deer, that has to be what they intend for those they captured, too.” Blackthorn said aloud, putting the facts together to form a full picture.

These bovine came here to enslave some of the citizens of Thicket, put them to work so their lives could be easier, and violate the females in this humiliating fashion. The thought passed the stag’s mind that it could even go beyond mere touching, as the minotaur were eyeing the unfamiliar does as they passed in ways that could only be called perverse, and many of them had rather sizable swells in the crotch of their pants and loincloths they were wearing. The only thing that dissuaded this idea was that there was no way that Blackthorn could imagine that would allow for creatures as small as a deer to be… used in such a way, as he could tell that the minotaur's sex organs were massive, as their pants did little to hide the bulges within them.

Still, it was clear that these deer were being exploited and abused, and seeing that happen to one of their kind, though not from their kingdom, was a great insult to the Thicket deer. They wanted to attack the minotaur on the spot, but each knew that wasn’t what they should do. While not entirely impossible for them to defeat these large, muscular creatures, outnumbered ten to three as they were, it would be foolish to not get others.

As much as he hated to leave, Blackthorn knew what he had to do. “We have to go get the others so we can…”

“‘So you can’ what?!” a bellowing voice called out from the cave, cutting off Blackthorn’s sentence, as well as causing all sound in the encampment to come to a halt. Almost as if choreographed, every head belonging to a deer turned to the direction of the cave entrance, including the ones belonging to the three hiding in the foliage beyond the clearing.

What they all saw was the owner of the roaring voice, a minotaur that was much larger than the others. While the other bulls were muscular, seemingly by nature, this one had a body like chiseled stone. His form was near physical peak for his species, his biceps alone looking like they could crush rocks between them.

“Hey!” he called out again, looking right in the direction of where the three were hiding. “I’m talking to the three of you! Or did ya think that I didn’t know you were here?!”

The three Thicket deer were shocked. They had done nothing to reveal themselves. No sounds were made, they were sure they didn’t trip some trap, and yet the one who found them out was the one furthest away from where they were, inside a cave no less, where they shouldn’t have had a chance to see them. If it were any other species, magic would have been an answer to this, but minotaur were not known to possess magic of any sort.

“Blackthorn, we have to go.” said Birch, realizing that they now lacked the one edge they had over the minotaur that could have allowed them to beat them had they faced them in combat.

“I know,” the stag replied, “Let’s-”

“Trying to crawl away, are ya?!” the giant minotaur called out again, stepping even closer to where Blackthorn and his subordinates were. “You can go ahead and run, but if you do, you’ll never see the deer we’ve captured ever again! By the time you get to that pitiful city of yours and get back, we’ll be long gone!”

Blackthorn questioned if that was even possible - that a troop of minotaur could pack up, leave the forest, taking a couple dozen deer with them in tow, and somehow get through Equestria proper with their kidnapped prizes. Normally he would say this was a bluff, but looking at the evidence before him, these creatures did manage to get this deep into Equestria already carrying several enslaved deer with them. He didn’t know how they could have done that, but it couldn’t be taken for granted that this minotaur’s words were not as empty as Blackthorn would hope.

“Change of plan,” he said, “I need you both to get back to Thicket as quickly as possible. I’ll stay here and keep them occupied for as long as I can. If I get beat, then I can at least try to see which way they go. If they take me with them, I’ll leave you clues to where we're heading.”

“I don’t like this plan.” White Rose said, knowing that it would be impossible for them to gather the guard of Thicket in short enough time to help Blackthorn. He was intending to sacrifice himself, his health at least, in order to ensure that they could eventually save the captives.

“You don’t have to like it,” Blackthorn replied, keeping and eye on the presumed leader of this band of bovine, “But you have to follow it. Now go.”

Not giving the does any more time to think about it, Blackthorn stepped out of his hiding place and into the clearing.

“Fine, I’m no coward.” Blackthorn said in bravado, his nerves tensing up as the minotaur around him got to their hooves, while that large one still made his way straight for him. His mere mass creating tremors by simply walking, while a shadow big enough to cast the stag before him into darkness was created just by standing half a yard away.

Back in the brush, White Rose sent a fist into the dirt beneath her. “Damn it,” she said, understanding that this had gone beyond her control, and so to not ruin what Blackthorn was doing, she would have to obey his orders. “Come. We have to go.”

The two does got to their hooves and turned to sprint back to Thicket, darting off into the forest as quickly as their bodies would allow. They had nothing else on their minds, save for the thought of getting back before Blackthorn was seriously harmed, as unlikely as that was. Their respect and dedication to their captain was unmatched, to some degree being more than they had to the king himself, so they made every effort to complete what he commanded of them.

It was perhaps because of this that neither deer noticed when a massive arm jutted out from behind a tree, smacking both of the does in the muzzle, eyes, and forehead as if they had run face first into a stone wall. The bodies of the two flown into the air as their heads stayed in place, everything below the neck caught in the momentum. Soon they were hitting the ground hard, landing on their backs as gravity reclaimed them.

“So Titanius was right,” said a minotaur as he stepped out into view, covered in mud and leaves. “Just wait here and two doe bitches right to me.”

The minotaur’s words were lost on Birch and White Rose, who were reeling on the ground from the pain they were experiencing. Their armor, sturdy and resistant as it was, did little to help soften the impact of the fall they both took, or stop the sheer agony that was going through their skulls.

The minotaur watched as the two women at his hooves as they grasped the parts of their faces that had impacted with his arm, comparing their features with one another. “Shame I was told to only bring one of you back. You’d both do good to keep me company tonight. Orders are orders though.” The minotaur stepped over the brown deer’s body, placing himself right at her middle. “But don’t you worry. I’ll make sure you and I have some fun once this is all over.”

Birch groaned at his words, but was able to pull her hands away from her eyes as the mountain of finely cultivated beef lifted a leg up, hovering his hoof over her stomach for a mere moment before dropping it down onto her vulnerable stomach.

“Sweet dreams, bitch.” he smugly said to the doe as her breath was removed forcibly from her lungs. She coughed and sputtered as she did her best to breathe deep, but it was as if her body was rejecting oxygen altogether, exhaling it as quick as she could inhale while taking the barest amount of it in the process. Within seconds, she blacked out, and only in this state did her body accept the very act of breathing.

“Birch, no!” White Rose stumbled to get to her hooves as quickly as possible, dazed as she was.

The minotaur watched, amused at her struggle, until she nearly found her footing. At that point, he literally took things into his own hands as he grabbed the albino deer by the head, fingers clutching her cranium while his palm covered her eyes.

“Settle down,” the minotaur mocked, “I think you’ve had enough for one day.”

White wasn’t about to just give up, and instinctively, she reached for the sword at her hip. With a single motion, she was able to retrieve it from its scabbard, but just as it unsheathed, the minotaur used his free hand to smack the sword out of her grasp, receiving a cut in the process, but sending the sharpened blade of steel wood a yard away from its owner.

“I’m warning you, doe,” The minotaur said, now a bit angry that he had been hurt by the deer’s actions, “Settle down, or I’m gonna hurt you.”

“Like that matters to a vile creature like you!” White Rose, disarmed, dazed, and all but defeated, resorted to scratching at and sending her fists into the bulky arm that held her, the training she underwent as a guard escaping her in this desperate time.

The minotaur didn’t release, though he wasn’t impervious to her attempts. As feeble as her attacks against him were, he did have to stifle himself from making pained noises as her nails dug into his skin. “I’m warning you one last time. Stop!”

The deer did no such thing, and even started to kick in her panic, her long, slender cervid legs easily reaching their mark. Just as before, it did no real damage to the minotaur save for cause him some light pain, but her resistance had finally took its toll on the bovine.

Fed up with her aggressive actions, the bull finally yelled, “Ok, you asked for it!”

The minotaur shook White Rose around a bit to disorient the deer, then as quickly as he could, he released her head and took hold of her arms at the shoulders. With his inherent bovine strength combines with the doe’s comparatively light weight, he was able to lift her right off her hooves, as if she were practically weightless.

“Put me down!” White Rose yelled at the minotaur once her world stopped spinning.

The minotaur, of course, paid her demand no heed, and instead pulled the female into a close embrace, hugging her against his pectorals in a manner that pinned White Rose’s arms between his body and hers.

“One last chance. Settle down or I’ll-!”

White Rose did the only thing she could do in such a position, and cut the bull’s sentence short by delivering a headbutt right into the minotaur’s face, slamming her helmet right into his nose.

The minotaur was stunned, taking a moment to register what White Rose had done. It took a drop of blood to dribble out of his nostril to understand what had happened, and when the bull felt the wetness dribble down to his upper lip, he became furious. Without any more words, he flexed every muscle in his arms, squeezing the doe he held as tightly as possible.

From White’s perspective, the minotaur was starting to crush her between his rock-hard chest and solid biceps. The pressure she felt was immense, a ring of force getting ever smaller around her every second. She tried to struggle, tried to scream, but her movements were too restricted, and her yells were limited to just loud grunts and yelps as she felt herself become more and more compressed. It got to a point where she thought the minotaur was so enraged that he was trying to kill her, squeeze the life out of her for her defiance. How she would come to wish that was the case.

With the last ounce of strength she had, White Rose squirmed in desperation, until the minotaur tossed her up a little higher in his hold. She was now face to face with the bull, arms still pinned as his own were placed at the dead center of her spine. The doe stared the minotaur right in the eye, him coldly staring right back at her, just before the moment that sealed her fate.

A split second was all it took, and the minotaur who hadn’t even been remotely close to using his full strength doubled the power of already his vicelike hold. White’s senses exploded on the spot, every part of her becoming overloaded as her spine curved backwards much further than she had thought possible. A loud, internal “crack” filled her ears, resonating through her body, accompanied by an intense pain like none other she had ever felt before. Her sight flashed into pure light, her surroundings vanishing into a void of white. Her tongue and nasal passage begun to tingle, being filled with a copperish, yet unrecognizable taste and smell.

In this moment, the doe let out a mixture of a scream and a yelp, loud, yet short, and so filled with undefinable emotions that it could only be a reaction to this new, overwhelming sensation she felt. As quickly as it all hit her though, so too did it vanish. The intense, world-shattering pain was gone in an instance, though still echoed in her now frightened and panicked mind.

“There we go,” the minotaur said calmly, no longer having a reason to be frustrated with the doe. As far as he was concerned, she had been pacified. “I should have knocked you both out like Titanius said. Would have saved a lot of trouble.”

White Rose tried to tell off the minotaur, show him that what he did had not broken her, but she found quickly that the bull had done just that. All that she could get out of her lips were soft groans, her lips and tongue having a hard time moving for her. In fact, her entire body was not responding to her thoughts.

“I bet you’re wondering about why you can’t move,” the minotaur said, repositioning the doe into his hands, holding her up by her armpits as he effortlessly lifted her limp body as if it were a doll. “A little trick we learned to disable rowdy females. Put enough pressure on their spines, and you’ll dislocate a vertebra or two. Sends a shock right through ya, and makes it so ya can’t move until they’re put back in place.”

The albino doe’s eyes widened, one of the few things she could still move freely, as her breathing rapidly picked up pace. Now she was truly frightened, being completely defenseless to anything the bovine wished to do to her, and not knowing how long he would keep her like this or what he would do to her in this state.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” he said, tossing the paralyzed doe’s body over his shoulder, “We’ll get ya fixed up back at the camp. Wouldn’t be right if ya didn’t feel what I’m about to do to ya.”

The minotaur laughed at his future plans for the deer, which terrified White even more. He was going to torture her in some way, and make sure that she would feel every second of it. No doubt they would restrain her beforehand, make her unable to fight back as they continued breaking her down physically and mentally. She had never been put into a position like this before, and her mind raced with nightmarish imagery of what they could do to her.

“Hmmm…” the minotaur hummed as his laughter ended, “What’s this?”

White Rose couldn’t feel it, but she watched as her body was moved about slightly.

“Oh my, looks like you enjoyed that hug. You got sex juices flowing right down your legs.”

While White Rose couldn’t see it, the minotaur was looking right at a clear, sticky fluid that connected his fingers together with a string made of the substance. There was no doubt what it was.

“Climaxed from the pain, did ya?” the minotaur said, making his way back to the camp. “Wouldn’t be the first pain slut we ever had. Well… maybe I just forced it out of ya. It’s something I guess we’ll have to test.”

White Rose moaned as he confirmed her fears, this time able to make it much more audible than before. The time she would spend in the hands of these barbarians was sure to be miserable. However, she noticed that the bull had completely forgotten about Birch, leaving her behind. Hope was not lost yet, so long as she was able to slip away and get back to Thicket.

Back at the minotaur encampment, Blackthorn readied his sword as the whole herd of bull men made their way over to him. Unaware as to what he had sent his subordinates into, he was ready to go along with the plan.

“Come at me, you beasts.” he said, knowing that he had no chance to win this fight.

One on one, he might stand a chance to win, but by his count there were eleven in total, and his agility and skill could only compensate for so much when up against these mountains of muscles. He wasn’t about to surrender though, both for his own pride and in order to give White Rose and Birch some distance.

“Boy,” the large minotaur leader said, standing in front of his men, “I know that this fight is going to happen, one way or another, but you and I both know you don’t have a chance. Sure, you’ll get in a hit or two, but you’re going to be sorry after.”

“Is there a point to this?” Blackthorn said, taking a few steps back to keep the minotaur just out of sword length. He was stalling, trying to assess the best approach to this battle, futile as it was.

“I suppose not,” the large minotaur said, “But remember these moments well, for they are your last moments of freedom.”

As expected, the minotaur planned to capture him and turn him into a slave. “You can try to enslave me, but you’ll never get away with wha-”

The minotaur made his move, jutting himself towards the buck, arm extended to grab Blackthorn. The stag’s reflexes were impeccable though, and he easily moved out of the way of the incoming hand, finding an opening in the minotaur’s stance where he could land his blade. A quick thrust was all it took to send the sharp end of the sword into the minotaur’s leg.

“GRAH!”

The minotaur cried out in pain, and for a second there was a smile on Blackthorn’s face. That smile faded quickly though, as right before he was able to retrieve his weapon, the minotaur grabbed the buck by his sword arm. Blackthorn was expecting him to flinch or recoil from the pain, but the bull powered through it without hesitation, giving Blackthorn no time to get away.

“Ouch, you alright Titanius?” one of the other minotaur asked, coming to his side.

“Yeah, that looks pretty deep.” said another.

“It’s hurting to stand at the moment,” he replied, holding tightly to Blackthorn’s arm as the deer tried again and again to pull away, “Hope this doesn’t give me a limp. Could you guys maybe…”

“Right, we’re on it.”

The remaining minotaur surrounded Blackthorn, a few grabbing his arms while Titanius sat on the ground. Stunningly, those strange does he had seen earlier were running to him with what looked to be bandages and medicine for the large bovine. Not only was it surprising to see them rushing to his aid, but so quickly too. It was almost like they were anticipating it.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.” said a new minotaur, stepping in front of Blackthorn with a readied fist. “Cause now this is gonna get a whole lot harder for you.”

The next thing Blackthorn knew, the fist was launched right into his face, followed by a moment of blunt pain, and then darkness.

Author's Note

Just a little something I whipped up for "Deer Domination December", a project me and Scylla the Kelpie have been working on every december for the past few years. This story will be a little 4 parter featuring the Everfree deer from the IDW comics, having them in an encounter with the minotaur featured in EqTS, whom when not helping Schorl keep her club in check, are active slavers in the world of ponies. Hoping to also use this as a means to give a little detail to how they function as a tribe, but I'll have to see if I can fit that all in. I released two chapters at first, so we still have two chapters to go to see how in depth we can get with them. Hope you all enjoy.

Cultural Integration

The blow Blackthorn took knocked him out for some time. There were times that he slipped in and out of consciousness, but the throbbing sting that covered his face as he made weary attempts to awaken made him retreat back to the void.

For the longest time, he was lost in darkness, surrounded by the occasional noise that would slip in from the outside world. Screams, moans, crying, sounds that both beckoned him to leave this place of safety and told him he was better off staying in it. Whether he wanted to stay, to remain blissfully unaware of what was going on around him, was eventually not up to him though. Suddenly, and without warning, the comforting darkness became enveloped in cold. A cold so frigid that it sent a jolt into the buck’s mind.

“What's happening. What’s going- AHHH!!!” Eyes now open, and mind fully aware, the first thing that Blackthorn took in was the contents of a bucket splashing him right in the face.

It was just water inside, but it was cold as ice. It had to have been one of two buckets that were tossed on him though, as his body was already wet prior to this one hitting him, the first being what woke him up.

“That’s enough, Sergius,” came a deep voice, “Your new playmate is awake now.”

Blackthorn couldn’t see with all the water in his eyes, but he could tell the voice was that of the large minotaur from before. To him, it wasn’t so long since he had heard it last, and it’s not easy to forget the sound of someone you stabbed with a sword.

“Sorry, master. I just got carried away.”

This voice, however, was unrecognizable. He had never heard it before in his life, but from what he could tell, it was male. Male, but not as deep or gruff as the minotaur.

“It’s ok, Sergius,” the minotaur said, “A little bath isn’t going to do him any harm. At least, no more than he did to me.”

Understanding who was in front of him, the first thing Blackthorn did was make an attempt to move. First his legs, which he quickly found were bound to the floor, then his arms, which he discovered were likewise shackled. Strangely enough though, Blackthorn felt like he was standing, though not in an upright position. More like his legs were straight, hooves touching the floor, but he was bent over something. The stag shook his head, knocking the water off his face, so he could get a better look at his surroundings. He didn’t expect anything good, but what he saw was far worse than he had expected.

His immediate situation alone was something both shocking and upsetting for the stag. From the looks of it, he had been chained to a pommel of some sort, limbs shackled tightly to the floor, torso resting over a padded surface so that his top half was on one side and his bottom on the other. Not only that, but he had been relieved of all his armor, as well as the light bits of clothing he wore underneath it. Naked, bound, and prone before his enemy, this was the most humiliating situation he had ever found himself in.

Looking beyond himself though, Blackthorn found that his position wasn’t nearly as bad as some others. The minotaur had dragged him to a cave, probably the manticore one they had set up camp at, the inside of which had been modified to some degree. The minotaur had set themselves up quite the base there, with seating arrangements, several bedding areas made with straw and blankets, and a stockpile of food set aside that was partially made up of the harvest that was stolen from Thicket. Attending to the upkeep of all this were those strange tattooed deer they had spotted outside, though they were oddly going about this task unchained and unharassed, free to move about with their captors paying them little mind at all. One could easily walk right out of the cave unnoticed, but none of them even made the attempt.

Aside from the furnishings made to accommodate the minotaur, bars had been set up in several places where the cave’s natural walls would make good cells for captives. They were being put to good use too, as each were currently filled with many of the missing deer from Thicket, all stripped of all their clothing like Blackthorn, but fitted with iron collars that acted as symbols of their enslavement. The missing males had additional accessories on them, some odd devices locked around their privates, clasping tightly around their balls and dicks as if to hold them in restraint as well.

Lastly, and worse of all, was what was outside of the cage. The minotaur had several of the missing does bound in chains, some in devices similar to what he was bound to, and some attached to the cave ceiling by their arms, hanging off the ground low enough to have their waists at the same height as their captors’. They had been bound like this for a purpose that Blackthorn would not have ever expected. He had seen how they treated those other deer in the encampment, but to believe they would take it this far.

The females were crying in the throes of agony, at the mercy of the minotaur’s sexual advances. The massive creatures took advantage of their inability to escape or fight back, and were using them as objects of pleasure as they stuck their large bovine cocks deeply into bodies that shouldn’t have been able to accommodate them. The does made such terrible noises each time the meat rods moved inside them, screaming through gritted teeth, moaning in despair as their nether regions were deeply penetrated, the flesh of their abdomens bulging out in order to make room for the massive things inside them. Blackthorn could only watch as the minotaur violated them, and saw exactly where the heads of their shafts were as they moved by watching the shifting imprints as they violated their captives.

“Like what you see there?” said the large minotaur leader, snapping Blackthorn back to his current situation.

The minotaur, the one he had heard one of the other bovines call Titanius, stood just a little to the side of Blackthorn, leg bandaged up from the wound he took earlier in the fight with the Thicket deer. At his side was one of the foriegn deer, though not a doe. This was a stag, and the only male of his kind present in the cave. The stag had a glow about him, as the tribal markings on his emitted a light glow that gave the cave a tiny bit more illumination. Observing the stag even further, Blackthorn could also spot a pair of rounded nubs poking out from the deer’s brown hair, and after a bit of thinking he realized that these protrusions were his antlers, shaved down to two small horns. Seeing this, Blackthorn darted his eyes upwards, and was happy to see that his own antlers were still there.

Aside from those features, and the fact that he was both nude and wearing one of those weird restraints Blackthorn saw on the other stags around his privates, there was little different from this stag and an average deer. It would have made Blackthorn curious about who exactly these deer were, had he not had more pressing matters on his mind.

“You might want to answer your new master,” said the stag as he wrapped his arms around one of Titanius’ in embrace, “He doesn’t like to be ignored.”

“Now, now, Sergius. He’s been out cold for a day. Probably still taking everything in.” Titanius said, giving the stag a pat on the head, “Give him a moment.”

“I don’t need a moment to see the atrocities you have committed,” Blackthorn spat at the bull, “How dare you monsters rape these defenseless does.”

“Hey! He’s not a monster!” Sergius refuted, “He’s a minotaur!”

The minotaur took hold of the tattooed stag’s hair at his outburst and gave it a good pull. “Settle down. He is in no position where what he says should upset you.”

“Sorry master.” Sergius replied, wincing in pain as he was disciplined.

Titanius sighed, and released his slave. “Give a slave an inch, and they think they can act however they please. Now then, let’s discuss your own role as a slave, shall we?”

“As if I’d cooperate with the likes of you,” Blackthorn said, his hostilities not dying down one bit, “Whatever bit of labor you intend to force me to do, I will not comply.”

“Oh really?” Titanius said, intrigued by Blackthorn’s defiance, especially in his current position.

“You could try to beat me into submission, but I will not break. I’m a trained guard of the Kingdom of Thicket, and my duty will not allow me to bend to the will of barbarians.” Blackthorn smirked, “Besides, I will not be your captive for long. As we speak, two of my most trusted soldiers are telling the king your location and will be bringing a small army here to decimate your little band of raiders."

Titanius laughed, “Is that so? Then I suppose you haven’t turned your head far enough that way yet.”

The minotaur pointed to a spot in the cave, and Blackthorn felt compelled to see what he was talking about. He froze when he saw one of his subordinates captured, and fairing no better than any other doe outside of a cage.

White Rose, caught in her precarious position, was mere feet away from Blackthorn. Strung up by an elastic tether to the cave ceiling, the albino doe hung from her ankles, arms encased behind her back in a leather sleeve that was held tightly together with several belts that was interwoven into the material. As the minotaur who had subdued her had promised, her back had been fixed up by the bovine’s enslaved deer. This didn’t return her ability to move her body though, at least not immediately, as at this moment, all she could move was above, or in this case below, the neckline. It did, however, unfortunately return the ability to feel to her.

Ever since her spine realignment, the minotaur that had captured her took great enjoyment from treating her unmoving form as a sex toy. He started by doing with her what most of the minotaur were doing with their captive females. Unable to make a single action in resistance, she was put into a position where the side of her face was flat against the dirt, while her ass was presented to her soon to be defiler. The brute had foregone the concept of gentleness altogether as he did as he pleased, pushing his club-sized cock into the flesh mound between her legs, finding the tiny passage only a trifling obstacle to overcome before making his way inside the warm tunnel that led to her most personal of spaces.

With that out of the way, she had to endure the sensation of her birth canal expanding around the invader, her hips gripped firm in the minotaur's hands, being pulled to him as he pushed his dick inside, wanting nothing less than for his and her crotch to meet one another. His goal was accomplished after plowing through her vaginal passage’s last barrier, her cervix, mercilessly inviting himself into the deepest depths of her body. Once inside, he released her waist, took her by the wrists, and pulled them back in order to lift her upper torso up.

For some time, she was held like this, the minotaur moving his massive, masculine sex organ inside her, the head only ever teasing to exit her womb, allowing her stretched, strained cervix to almost return to a closed state, before being forced back open as it rammed its way back inside. During the experience, White’s body bounced about violently with each thrust, the doe only able to create labored breaths and distressed howls that joined the chorus of despair being sung by the minotuar’s captives, releasing a final exhausted and devastated cry as her sexual assault came to an end with the depraved creature unloading the contents of his sack directly into her womb.

Tired, both physically and mentally, having her body unwillingly sent into over a dozen agonizing climaxes as it reacted in ways biology demanded during the act of sex, White Rose was put into a state that would have rendered her incapable of movement even if she was not currently paralyzed. Her bovine slaver was not finished with her yet, and went onto the next step of her enslavement. He ordered several of the foreign does to decorate her as a slave, to which these foreign deer were happy to oblige.

Once more unable to do anything as others did as they pleased with her, she had to watch as these deer took several sharp needles, and got to work piercing her flesh. The first one entered through her clit, sending a jolt into the albino doe’s brain that was on an all new level of pain from having her innards battered by the minotaur’s shaft, one being a crude blunt impact while the other was a sweetly stinging agony in comparison. The sharp needle was pushed harshly into the tiny flesh bit, creating a hole that went all the way through the nerve filled nub, which the doe tending to it then disinfected and filled with a small, metal rod to act as her new piercing.

The does likewise pierced her nipples, using the rings they intended to adorn her with as the puncturing tool. They started off as incomplete loops, one end having a sharp spike on it, while the other had a hole that was dug into the length of the metal. After forcing the pointy steel into her sensitive skin, creating more places where once joined parts of flesh separated from one another, and creating a passage through, the rings ends were forced together so the spike was hidden inside the hole. Finally, using some magic that White Rose was unfamiliar with that caused the tattoos on their bodies to glow, they somehow sealed the two ends together to create a full, unbroken loop of metal.

This process was repeated once more, though this time by her new master himself, as she was given a piercing through the central piece of cartilage in her nose, making it so the loops of this sizable ring went in one nostril and out the other. With it in place, only one last thing needed to be given to the tormented deer, that being a metal collar around her throat to act as a constant reminder of what the minotaur saw her as. A slave, nothing more.

These were the events that led her to her current predicament, dangling upside-down like a piece of meat, every inch of her body sore as it did what little it could to recover, while the creature who had captured her sat in front of her. He amused himself by fondling her body, tugging on the freshly inserted metal additions to her sensitive areas, slipping his meaty fingers into her lower holes, or taking her by the throat and guiding her mouth to his cock, stretching the cord suspending her off the ground so she could not only reach the sexual appendage, but be brought along its length as her lips wrapped around the phallus as it entered partially into her throat. As she was, there was little she could do except hope that rescue would arrive, and that this terrible twist of destiny was not what her life would become.

Blackthorn had to watch as White Rose was toyed with, molested and violated by a barbaric bovine. It shamed him to have let this happen, but he couldn’t help but notice that Birch was not here as well. While White Rose was captured, she had managed to escape.

“Now don’t get me wrong,” Titanius said, bringing Blackthorn’s attention back to him, “I know someone is going to come to save you. We let one of your friends go for the time being for that very reason.”

While Blackthorn was trying to ignore the minotaur, that was something he had to address. “You let her go?”

“She got roughed up a bit beforehand, but I’m sure she woke up eventually and made her way back to your little hovel.” Titanius answered, being snarky about a fairly serious situation, “It will be a few days, but someone will come to free you from captivity and when he gets here, he’ll be joining you, and then so will the rest of your city.”

The way the minotaur spoke, it sounded like he was absolutely certain about what would happen, which was something Blackthorn didn’t like at all. He was just trying to make Blackthorn worry, or perhaps he knew something the stag didn’t.

“Sergius, prep this slave for service. I’m going to tell him how things work before we get down to business.”

“Yes, master.” said the foreign stag, crouching down to grab a small chest-like box off the floor that Blackthorn had failed to notice until now. Opening it up, he pulled out one of the penis restraints all the stags were wearing. “Let’s get you set up!”

The foreign stag practically skipped his way behind Blackthorn, and hastily took hold of his privates, getting the penis restraint in his hands in place so he could put it on properly.

“You see, buck,” Titanius started, “We minotaur have a problem.”

“I’ll say…” Blackthorn replied, feeling small belts being wrapped around the base of his sack.

“Cute, but our problem has nothing to do with our want to enslave your people. To put it bluntly, we minotaur suffer from a curse. One that doesn’t allow us to breed females of our species. It does, however, allow us to breed with any females of any other species, and in turn allows us to create more minotaur through them.”

“So that’s why you’re here? To get breeding slaves?!” Blackthorn yelled, outraged at what the minotaur was saying.

It was already terrible enough knowing that the does were being raped, but he thought that the sexual abuse was all it was. Most species couldn’t interbreed without creatures that weren’t close enough to what they were, after all. To learn that they were raping them with the intent to force the women to bear their children, Blackthorn didn’t think he could get any angrier, but these beasts had found a way of pushing his hatred of them further.

“In recent years,” Titanius continued, “The minotaur have been dwindling. We used to be able to find females who would give themselves to us willingly, if only for a night, or even find ones who would want to mate with us of their own accord. Nowadays, it’s incredibly difficult to find a single female who would want to put themselves through the pain that both intercourse and birthing a minotaur child brings. Even with the best medicines created to ease the process, the experience is not a pleasant one. We cannot allow our species to perish though, so some of us have come to a decision. If females will not come to us willingly, we will take them by force.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel sympathetic?” Blackthorn asked, disgusted at the very notion, “I assure you it does not.”

“No, that is not my intentions,” replied Titanius, “It is merely custom to let those we enslave know the reason we are doing this. Many of us see nothing ‘noble’ in the preservation of our race through this method, but it is still entirely necessary. I have no doubt that if your race were at the brink of extinction, you’d also go to the same lengths to preserve it.”

Blackthorn rebuked that notion internally. There was no way a deer of Thicket, or any deer for that matter, would stoop so low as to enslave others and use their females as tools in some depraved sexual conquest. Before he could refute it verbally though, Blackthorn felt a sudden tightness grip his privates hard.

“I got the chastity cage on, master.” Sergius announced, “I’ll get to the next part right away.”

“Good,” Titanius remarked, “Can’t have my new stag slave getting horny at the sight of all these naked does and fooling around with them behind my back.”

“I would never!” Blackthorn yelled, detesting the besmirchment of his honor.

The very idea of taking advantage of a woman in a vulnerable state made his dick shrivel, so much so that it didn’t even touch near the end of the cage surrounding it.

“Really?” Titanius said, looking very pleased, “Well that’s good. Cause you see, I’m not quite like my friends here. While yes, I have done my duty and have impregnated my fair share of females in order to make sure our race would carry on, I’m honestly of a different persuasion.”

“A different per… oh no…” Blackthorn didn’t know how he hadn’t realized what was going on before. He was bound, naked, ass up in the air. It never crossed his mind that he would be in the same position as the does. “You can’t!”

“Oh, trust me, I can.” Titanius said, pleased that the stag finally understood his position, and that it was sinking in how little say he had in fulfilling his role, “In fact, Sergius.”

“On it,” said the stag behind Blackthorn, just as he stuck the sharp end of a syringe deeply into the thickest part of the bound buck’s anal ring.

The sharp bit of metal delved deep under the flesh to a vein, the sting causing Blackthorn to inhale through gritted teeth. He tried to move away from the pricking object, but all he could do in his position was wiggle his ass from side to side, which didn’t help him in the least now that the long needle was securely pushed into him. As he struggled, he could feel something fluid entering his body through the veins in his butt, spreading quickly from there to all the parts of his innards, setting the nerves in them ablaze as they passed through.

He had never in his life been able to feel things like he did just then. He could practically map out in his mind the path his intestines made in his body, and sense the blood coursing through each vein in his lower half. He was having trouble concentrating, the sheer amount of information he was receiving verging on unbearable. Through it all though, he could tell that this was not all the strange substance inside him was doing. With this new found information, he was able to tell that the passage of his ass was starting to become looser, more malleable, both softening and developing an odd quality to it he couldn’t quite pin down.

With his senses heightened, he was able to tell the moment that Sergius decided to test his progress, taking the needle out after a minute, only to shove several fingers into Blackthorn's anus instead. The digits entered with ease, sending surges of pleasure Blackthorn didn’t know was possible right through his spine and into his brain. The insertion alone was a lightning bolt of sensation, but then a storm was created when Sergius pulled his violated hole apart, stretching it open further than the bound deer knew it could be parted.

“Everything is looking good, master.” Sergius said, “And his reactions are coming along well, too.”

As Sergius said, his body was reacting to all this change and sensation, but not in ways Blackthorn wanted. He was letting out labored groans from his fingering and stretching, and his dick was growing to a full erection against his will. He tried to will it to stop, but it wouldn’t listen to him. What it did listen to was the chastity cage surrounding it, as when the room inside of it filled up with his swelling cervid meat, not only did he find that there was no more space for it to grow to full size, but he felt something poking at his sensitive penis head that made it want to recoil. Inside the tip of the metal covering were several spikes, dull enough to not cut or pierce the flesh, but pointy enough to agitate and cause pain to the sex organ.

Watching Blackthorn struggle against both his bonds and these newfound sensations, Titanius’ own arousal grew. His sizable cock started to bulge through the fabric of his loincloth, and then revealed itself completely as it outgrew its length. Blackthorn, seeing this, added this to the things littering his thoughts, as while the minotaur was pretty average in girth when it came to his kind, even the smallest of minotaur dicks made that of the deer's own kind look minuscule in comparison, and that mass of meat was about to go inside his, until just now, untouched ass in a way he never even dreamed of experiencing.

“Get to the last step,” The minotaur said to his tamed deer slave, “My patience is wearing thin.”

“Right away, master.” Sergius said, removing his fingers from the other deer’s rump.

He grabbed his box of tools in haste, and circled back around to Blackthorn’s front. Setting the container back down, retrieving from it a jar and some small objects that looked like sticks with balls of cotton on the ends of them. Sergius took a moment to take the jar's lid off, and near instantly, a scent reached Blackthorn’s nose that forced him to turn away. Not because the smell was horrid. On the contrary, despite the thick and heavy musk of it, it was one of the sweetest scents he knew. It was a little off, for reasons that Blackthorn could assume, but what he was smelling was a potent and concentrated scent of a doe in heat.

“Now don’t move,” Sergius said, dipping his cotton tipped stick into the jar, saturating it with what was contained inside, “This won’t hurt a bit so long as you hold still.”

Blackthorn knew that he would have to be mad to obey the requests of the minotaur’s minion, and with his head being the last part of his body he could move freely, he made efforts to turn it away every time the scent slathered stick got within a few inches of his face, Sergius trying time and time again to get it near his nostrils.

Of course, this only happened a few times before his head was grabbed, Titanius’ palm finding a place over his eyes, while his index finger and thumb wrapped around his muzzle to direct it straight forward.

“Thank you, master,” said Sergius, knowing first-hand that minotaur could restrain a deer with ease. Now he would have no problem completing his task.

As Blackthorn struggled in vain, Sergius took the stick in his hand, and without much hesitation, shoved it right into Blackthorn’s nose. He sent it deeply inside one nostril, scraping the wall of his nasal cavity with musk, all the while hearing the muffled screams from the victim of his craft as his master held his mouth shut tight. Sergius knew that it was not just the violation of yet another hole that was setting Blackthorn off, but the substance he was currently using to line the inner walls of his skull with.

It was a mixture of doe scent and a chemical the Antlerteans created to intensify sensations, a similar concoction to what was put into Blackthorn’s ass moments ago, but could be absorbed into the body if put into certain cavities. Right now, it was coating membranes that were right next to the Thicket deer's brain, and thus everything he was feeling, even that of his already sensitive anal passage, were going to be risen to levels he could never experience otherwise. He was going to be in for one hell of a ride when Titanius got started, and Sergius equally pitied and envied what he was about to be put through during his first act as a sex slave.

Sergius took several minutes, reapplying his stick with his sensitivity substance, getting new sticks once one was deemed filthy by him, and applying and reapplying it till he believed that Blackthorn’s resistance to it was decimated. By the time he was done, the bound stag’s entire body was trembling, and he had resigned to gripping the chains that shackled his hand to the floor tightly in an attempt to endure this new world of intense feeling and heat fueled lust he was in, and that was only the things Sergius could spot from where he was. All around Blackthorn’s body, his normally most sensitive bits were going crazy; His asshole was twitching wildly, his nipples hardened as much as they could in arousal, his dick swelled up as much as its cage would let it, despite the spikes at the end of the restraint, and his balls were spasming so much that pre-cum fountained out his cockhead in small, but steady, droplets.

“He is ready, master.” Sergius said, sure that in body and mind, this stag was in the state the minotaur wished it to be.

Pushed to the limits of sensation, prepped to make penetration as “un-damaging” as possible, and restrained in a way that he couldn’t ever reach true release from what was to come. It was Blackthorn’s punishment for hurting his master, perhaps for having the nerve to try and fight him in the first place, or even simply because he was a deer and needed to be put into his place. Sergius didn’t fully understand the petty nature of his master, or any other minotaur, but he knew that this was how they punished slaves whom they deemed deserving of their wrath.

Titanius released Blackthorn’s head, leaving the stag’s side to take his place at his rear. The moment Blackthorn could see again, a bright light hit his eyes. No, it was normal light, but perceived at a vast multitude of what it should be. Even the low light of the cave had become like he was staring at the sun, with the colors around him becoming incredibly vibrant.

Sounds had amplified too, and now the moans filling the cave became an ocean of noise filled with desperation and lust. At least he thought it was lust coming from the does, but this was only because the thought of lustful actions were all he could focus on. His thoughts were shrouded with a need to mate, the scent of estrus clouding any other rationality at this point, sending a miasma of pheromones into his lungs with each of his heavy breaths.

Blackthorn was left panting, his tongue slipping out of his mouth with each exhale, only to be brought back in with each breath. He tried to resist, but he couldn’t. All his body wanted now was sex, some form of release from this agony, in any manner that it could get. Until that happened, he was going to writhe in torment. He was allowed to suffer for a short time, to take in reality in all its agony, but then… it started. The moment that he was dreading somewhere deep in his lust addled mind.

A pair of hands rested on his back, each taking one side of his waist in their powerful grip. Then, a strong, solid, and large piece of flesh pushed gently against the valley between his ass, just underneath his tail, where the now soft and vulnerable entrance to it resided. Fear of what to come made his breathing rapidly increase, but in doing so, he took more of the substance coating his nasal passage into his lungs, causing his thoughts to delve deeper into unchecked desire. Blackthorn might not have wanted this, but “he” wanted this. The primal urges inside the stag that told him to find sexual gratification, it wished for nothing less than to have his tight flesh ring stretched out, to have his insides ravaged, and for him to cry out as he was given the only thing that, given his position, could release him from this torture.

Blackthorn, giving in to the urge, let out a pleading moan, wordlessly begging the minotaur to get it over with, and the minotaur granted his wish. With a simple, solid thrust of his hip, the minotaur shoved his shaft into the helpless stag’s ass. The ring that acted as the gateway inside stretched far to give the bovine access, sending torrents of blinding pain to its possessor, but it still held as the cockhead pushed through, and once that got through the rest had no problem following. The once tight hole had been made to expand more than five times its normal size, and ached as it did its best not to break, the chemicals inside preventing that unfortunate circumstance from happening in exchange for the most succulent sense of soreness one could experience.

Blackthorn’s spine curved as far back as it could as he was filled by the bovine’s cock, his head following to aim his face to the ceiling. As the massive mast was pushed into him, it felt like other things were being pushed out of him. His tongue left his mouth entirely, not wanting to go back inside the safety of his muzzle, content to hang limply on his lower lip. His eyes watered as the shaft shifted his insides. He swore that he could feel one of the bends of his intestines straightening out to properly fit the rigid bull rod inside him. The very air in his lungs was forced to vacate his body to make room, with him howling out a sorrowful tone of misery and longing, both wanting this to end and to never stop.

Titanius, with a bit of effort, managed to get most of himself inside Blackthorn’s hole, a delightful tunnel of warmth that gripped his dick like a vice, all the while messaging it by spasming from time to time to relieve its own tension. He could taste the pleasure he was receiving, and was delighted to have been able to once more feel the pleasure that could only come from raiding the virgin ass of a lesser male. It was a shame he could only get this feeling once from his slave, but there were going to be others who would allow him to feel it again soon enough. With that pleasant notion guiding him, he begun to fuck the deer currently wrapped around his dick.

Blackthorn groaned and howled every time the minotaur in him moved, having to feel in detail every inch of what was happening to him. He could feel his urethra being squished between the cylindrical block of bull and his own flesh, rubbed vigorously by the minotaur moving in and out of him. He couldn’t tell if this was paradise or purgatory, his senses telling him it was both at once. He was trapped, more than just physically. He was in a state of losing consciousness, while at the same time being aware of everything around him. When this was all over, it would be nothing but a blur to him, but right now the cock in his ass and the feelings it caused were all he knew.

Through it all, with every jab of the cock inside of him, with each time it hit a part of his innards that couldn’t move out of the way, or every time he took another deep, pheromone-filled breath, he could only think of one thing; release. The release of his own climax, a release that would never come with the contraption on his cock preventing him from going fully erect. The stag was just made to endure it all, with no promise of a reward at the end. The promise was the opposite, that he would never find release from this. Perhaps he would never again know the touch of a woman against his sexual organ, if the minotaur got their way. In the state he was in, he found it hard to see things going any other way, the thought of Birch’s escape vanishing in the face of this ever present lust.

Some time passed, and finally Titanius gave his final thrust into his captive’s rear. With a triumphant bellow, he released himself inside Blackthorn, the cum from his huge sack squirting into the deer in bursts, hot sperm flooding his intestines completely, some finding its way into his stomach when space became otherwise occupied. Both men were left sweating and panting, but for Titanius it was just minor post-sex exhaustion. Blackthorn was entirely wrecked, his body soaked from his own fluids, and the floor beneath him having a puddle created entirely from his pre-cum.

Titanius rested for a minute, but eventually pulled out of the deer, drawing one last miserable moan from him as his anal tunnels tightened back to near normal shape, and the bull cum inside him spilled out from his hole to join his own sexual fluids.

“That’s quite the ass you got on ya,” The minotaur commented, “Nice and tight. Must be from all that muscle you got on ya. All that soldier training made this all the more pleasurable for me. Almost like you’ve been preparing your whole life for this night.”

Blackthorn didn’t refute it. He couldn’t muster the energy to so much as give a moan of objection. His mind was shot, stuck in a state of recovery as pain and mock pleasure covered him like a blanket of sensation.

“Heh,” Titanius laughed, seeing he wasn’t going to get any more remarks from the stag, at least not tonight, “Reminds me of the first time I fucked you, Sergius. Of course, I was more spry back then.”

“Yes, master,” Sergius replied, “That night is one that I will never forget.”

“Clean up this mess,” Titanius said, dismissing the response of his servant. He had been tamed long ago, and his opinions rarely mattered, at least not when compared to his talents, “And give your slave brother something to think about as you do.”

Sergius gave the minotaur a nod as he walked away, understanding that it was his place to obey and only obey. He retrieved a bunch of rags as quickly as he could and returned to the bound stag, getting to the task assigned to him, starting with the cum leaking from Blackthorn’s violated ass.

“It won’t always be so bad,” Sergius said, not even sure if Blackthorn could hear him, “Eventually it will hurt less, and they will stop using the medicine on you as a form of torture.”

Cleaning away some of the spelt jism, Sergius got to the other order he was given, and gave Blackthorn something to think about by running his tongue across the stag’s bloated, sore sack, gently caressing it with the slippery muscle.

“Eventually, you might even come to like it,” he said between licks, while cleaning up more fluids in between those, “And when that happens, things will be ‘normal’ again.”

Blackthorn didn’t understand a word being said to him. All he knew now was the feeling of the tongue touching his genitals. It was not going to be enough to send him over the edge, but thankfully the chemicals in him were dying down. His awareness was becoming more dim, his mind less active. He even felt like he could pass out, which was a god send after what he went through. There would be no thinking about the future, no thinking about the past, all there was for the time being was the ‘right now’, and right now he was going to let the feeling of another stag’s tongue sing a sweet lullaby to him as he drifted back to the safety of the void.

The Prince of Everfree

After half a day of recovery, another half to stumble her way back to Thicket, and yet another day of rest after collapsing past the city’s gates, Birch found herself before Aspen. She gave her report, telling her king of the minotaur, how one single handedly defeated her and White Rose, and that Blackthorn tried to buy them some time, but she believed that they were both captured.

“Blackthorn… you brave fool…” Aspen said under his breath, low enough that it was barely a mumble to the guard doe’s ears. He then raised his voice to question the doe. “So these minotaur had enslaved deer with them, ones not of this forest, acting as their servants?”

“Yes, my king,” Birch answered, “They were covered in strange markings, perhaps something the minotaur did to them as a sign of their position.”

“No,” Aspen solemnly replied, “From the sounds of it, I know of these deer. They were once a neighboring culture in these lands, able to harmonize their magic with the crystals that are rich in Equestria. They left long ago before I was even born, when ponies came to this land and brought with them the windigo, and sought out a land far away where no one could intrude on their territory again. I didn’t even know they existed anymore.”

“Father…” spoke a buck standing at Aspen’s side, his son, Prince Bramble, “Are these deer allies of ours?”

“Not exactly,” King Aspen replied, “While we once lived in close proximity to one another, we and the Antlerteans never got along. At best, it was a relationship much like the one we have with the ponies. They knew we existed, they respected our territory and our power, but we did not associate our kind with theirs unless absolutely necessary. My grandfather spoke to them before they left, and from his account they wouldn’t even tell him where they were planning to go, just cursing the ponies for encroaching on their lands. That was a thousand years ago.”

“It seems like their plan didn’t work,” Bramble noted, “Something much worse than ponies found them.”

“Yes, and perhaps through them found their way to us,” Aspen dwelled on the thought of the Antlerteans’ return, “Birch, did you see these minotaur carrying any strange items?”

“Strange?” she asked, not sure what he would be referring to.

“The Antlerteans, as I said before, had an attunement to crystals. They could charge the stones with their magic, and use them to power devices of their invention.”

“What kind of devices?” Bramble asked, his curiosity peeking.

“I’m… not sure.” Aspen said, looking a bit worried, “The stories I was told of them didn’t specify, but their magic creations were part of the reason our two cultures both respected and didn’t get along with one another. These devices, while not in the league of alicorn magic, allowed them to make things that we considered anathema to nature. Worse, the crystal batteries and these devices could be used by anyone. Some ponies managed to find some after the Antlerteans left, and only stopped using them when their crystal batteries died out. If these invaders have acquired that power through them, then we might be in trouble.”

“I… didn’t see any strange devices.” said Birch as she reflected on the event, “But the minotaur were acting... strange. Despite being the lumbering beasts they are, they were able to hide their tracks from me until now. They were also aware when we arrived, and what direction me and White Rose were heading when we ran.”

“It’s possible that all could be explained by the Antlertean’s magic…” Aspen said with dread, “Or… no, that would be impossible.”

“What would?” Bramble asked, seeing a moment of fear reflected in his father’s eye.

“There is a third deer tribe, Reindeer. They had more varied magic than the other two tribes. Some can fly, some can create ice formations, but a small few can see into the past, present, and future. It would be impossible for them to have enslaved a Reindeer with the power to see the future though, as they always have avoided trouble using those powers.”

“Every deer I saw was Antlertean,” Birch assured the king.

“I still don’t like this…” Aspen said, “And with this being the first day of snowfall, our magic is weakened. As much as it pains me to say this, I feel that we will have to cease any attempts of rescue for now.”

“Father!” Bramble objected.

“Prince Bramble,” Birch said, looking disheartened, but understanding the King’s position, “The enemy have shown that a single one of them can best several of us at a time in a fight, that they are cunning enough to gain the element of surprise, and have already captured our guard captain, one of our strongest warriors.”

“It’s not that I’ve given up hope,” said Aspen, “With Blackthorn there, he might be able to find a way to rescue our citizens from the inside. However, we have lost enough troops to these raiders already, and what few we have left must stay here to protect Thicket in case they get the nerve to attack our home. It might seem heartless, but until winter passes-”

“Father, that will take months!” Bramble exclaimed, knowing that in that time the minotaur would retreat back to wherever they came from with their prisoners.

Aspen raised his hand to quiet his son, “Until winter passes, no one is to leave the safety of Thicket. That is final.”

Bramble looked at his father shocked. The king was known to act on a whim, and occasionally make decisions based on emotion instead of logic, but this decision seemed far too guided by fear in the prince’s eyes. Blackthorn, capable as he was, wouldn’t be able to do anything while imprisoned. If he could, then he and the other deer would be back by now. Upset with Aspen’s decision, Bramble stormed out of the throne room to return to his chambers.

“Prince Bramble...” Birch said as he passed her.

“Let him go.” said Aspen, relenting to his son’s anger at his decision, “He just needs time to calm his emotions. So long as he doesn’t try to leave the city, he is free to do as he pleases.”

Later that day, when the sun set and the city of Thicket was covered in shadow, the prince snuck out of the castle. This was not the first time he had done this, being the adventurous type and having ventured into the forest many times in his youth. He knew the guard routes, he knew which exits were least guarded, and he kept a set of civilian clothing hidden away so he could blend in with the populous outside of the castle walls. From there, he’d just have to make his way out the gate of the city, which wasn’t too much of a problem with Blackthorn currently gone. The irony wasn’t lost on him that the only person who could have possibly stopped him was the one he was trying to save.

From what Birch said, it wouldn’t be too hard to find the encampment where the minotaur had been found. She said it was at a manticore nest close to the last harvest grounds, a place that he knew of in his explorations of the forest. His plan was to get there, cause a commotion that would distract the minotaur, and then rescue the captured deer while they were dealing with it. How he planned to do this was to use the alchemical plant magic of his people.

Bramble wasn’t ignorant to what his father had warned though, and knew that their magic was indeed weaker in the winter season, when plants shriveled and stayed dormant under the snow. He was old enough to have dealt with this problem of magical impotency in the past, but believed that the best way to solve this was to simply make a stronger batch of their plant growth potion. In the barrel flask he kept hanging from his neck held a liquid that could instantly grow vines to the size of trees, ones that would easily crack through the rock of a cave formation if it were in a warmer climate, but in this cold time should at least be able to hold off a few barbarians for enough time to enact his plan.

It took some time, but Bramble was able to find the cave unhindered by the creatures that took up residence in the Everfree Forest. While the creatures were very often more physically imposing that actually dangerous, he found that there was little sign of anything roaming around as he approached the cave. It appeared that the minotaur had scared them all off, which put a little fear into the prince as he went into what was now their territory. Deep down, a small part of him hoped that the raiders had moved on as Birch said they might during her debriefing, but once he made it to the cave, he could clearly see a light coming from its entrance, along with shadows moving among it to show that something was inside.

The buck steeled his nerves, and snuck his way up to the cave entrance. There were no guards stationed around, not a soul outside except for Bramble himself. He figured the cold of winter must have forced them inside more, and if he were to head in just a few feet that would be where those standing watch would be stationed. Getting close to the entrance, he could hear the gruff voices of the minotaur inside laughing and grunting, as well as… moans? Female moans, that were much more dainty that those of the bovine invaders, pleading and crying, all mixed in with sounds of flesh hitting flesh, accompanied by wet and sloppy sounds of fluids splashing onto the floor.

Bramble had passed into adulthood in the spring, and while he had not experienced it himself yet, he was well aware of what these noises were. The minotaur’s reason for capturing mostly does had become clear to him after a few seconds to piece things together, and it was a revolting revelation. Now, more than ever, he was glad he disobeyed his father to come and rescue them, else who knew how long this would have gone on.

Filled with a righteous fury, Bramble got to work on saving those inside. He would use his potion right next to their base in order to cause a lot of damage while also getting the minotaur’s attention. He just had to set things up first.

“This had better work,” Bramble said, moving some snow on the ground aside.

Underneath was a patch of dirt, all grass stomped flat by the bovines, no doubt. That was ok though, any damage they caused to the forest could easily be reversed come spring, so long as there were deer residing in it to repair it. On some level, that is what the buck was doing when he opened his barrel flask, and dumped all off its contents on the ground. What he was attempting required no subtlety, so he held none of his potion back.

Within seconds the vines sprung up from the ground, growing long and large right before Bramble’s eyes. It was nothing too impressive to the buck, as this was all just part of his race’s magic, but seeing them shoot up from the ground, even while winter was in effect, made him smile brightly. His father was going to be so proud of him once he returned to Thicket with the others, perhaps with the minotaur defeated in the process if these vines could do more than just distract. Now, all he had to do was stand back and wait for the plants to do what they were made for.

The vines kept growing towards the cave, Bramble skillfully having directed his potion splash to make them do so. They grew into tendrils, ones with pointed ends and thick, cylindrical lengths. Every second they got bigger and bigger, and it seemed that soon they would grow out of control as the prince wanted, but then something happened that he hadn’t expected. The plant growths stopped, having come in contact with a large patch of snow between it and the cave. No, not just stopped, they recoiled and shook when coming in contact with the cold substance. Bramble even believed for a moment that he heard the vines shriek when touching it, but that was not something plants made by deer magic did, so he dismissed it as the wind howling in the night.

“No, no, no…” Bramble said as panic set in, watching the vines try over and over to move towards the cave, each time flinching from the snow as if it were a barrier of fire. His plan was going to fail because of a bunch of frozen water flakes. “I can fix this. Just gotta…”

The buck quickly put himself between his plant creation and the snow, shoving away at the obstruction with his hoof to create a path. Bit by bit, he cleared the way, and it was looking as if it was working when the plants started to move forward again, but just as Bramble started to calm down something happened that would seal his fate.

Continuing to hastily push the snow away, Bramble didn’t notice that one of the vines was coming awfully close to his leg. It brushed against the appendage a few times, the buck dismissing it as an accidental movement on his part, until finally the vine latched onto his calf, coiling around it.

“H-hey!” he called out reactively, clamping his muzzle shut right after in realization that he was standing at the mouth of the minotaur hideout.

For a moment he worried if that had revealed himself, but from the sounds of it the minotaur had been too busy violating their captives to notice. Perhaps they thought it was just one of their victims crying out in pain. Bramble thanked his lucky stars, and returned his attention to the vine gripping his leg, just in time to find another plant tendril slipping its way up the other leg of his pants.

“Stop it!” Bramble yelled in a whisper, trying hard to stay quiet during this distressing moment. The vines were choosing to make him a target, with several other large vines wrapping around him, entering his clothing, wrapping his body in their coil so he couldn’t escape.

Bramble didn’t understand. The nature magic of the deer gave them some control over plants, but in the end they were just plants. The way these vines were moving, they seemed semi-sentient, and like they were looking for something on Bramble’s body. Or… perhaps they had already found it.

The plants, having been made in such a cold season, in the middle of the frigid night no less, hated the cold air. The extra powerful potion made them somewhat capable of thought, and when born into a frigid environment that caused it pain, it sought out heat wherever it could find it, and where it found it was with Bramble. The heat radiating off his body helped, but it wasn’t enough. The plant needed to go where it was warmer, and soon found such a spot when it poked at Brambles back passage with the point of one of its vines.

“EEP!” Bramble squeaked out, still trying to stay quiet as a blush was forming on his face. He didn’t want to be heard, but he also didn’t want his virginity, both anal and in general, to be taken tonight, by a plant of all things.

Bramble decided that the best thing to do was to get away from his creations, before something irreversible happened. Using what might he had, he tried to pull away, but his attempt of escaped was not met well. The moment he made any ground, the vines became hostile. They began to bulge, thrash about, and do what they could to keep their source of heat still. They ended up tearing the deer’s clothing at the seams. The cold winter air touched underneath his shirt and pants, thoroughly upsetting Bramble, and his efforts to break away doubled. In his mind, he was going to get away from this monster vegetation no matter what.

This started a back and forth where each side would try harder and harder to obtain their goal, with the plants seemingly winning out at each round. The struggle to escape and stay silent was a bit much for Bramble to balance, and for the plants all they had to do was keep near the warmth. However, the now massive plant started to notice something. The more its prey moved, the more heat it produced, and the deer moved very much when it tore the fabric around him. With that assumed, the vines went to the next logical step, and in a combined effort thrashed around enough to completely tear apart every bit of fabric covering Bramble’s body.

The actions of the plants was disarming at first, but after getting over the initial shock, Bramble’s reaction was predictable, even to a nearly mindless plant. More than ever he thrashed about, trying his hardest to get away, to flee back to Thicket. He didn’t care how much noise he made, just so long as he could break loose. Of course, at this point that wasn’t going to happen. The vines got their simple desire, and the deer was in too much of a panic to do anything but struggle. Just in case though, the plants took an extra measure to prevent escape, and by wrapping an extra large and powerful vine around his torso, it lifted Bramble straight off the ground.

This stole from the deer any power he might have had to escape, he was effectively trapped in the clutches of the very thing he wished to use against his kingdom’s attackers. Worse thing was, Bramble knew it wasn’t done with him yet. If this had been the extent of it, Bramble could have walked away with simply being humiliated, if he managed to still not be seen. Knowing his luck so far, that could never be the case. The plant still wanted to feel more warmth, and it remembered the place that not only felt the warmest, but caused the deer to get worked up in the first place. Now that area was completely vulnerable and exposed, and nothing was going to stop the vines from entering.

With legs pulled upwards and apart, Bramble watched terrified as one huge vine moved up, pointing its tip at his bottom. It froze there for some time, as if savoring the expression of dread forming on the buck’s face for as long as possible, but once impatience set in, it struck. With a simple jab forward, the point of the tendril poked right inside the tight hole, finding heat within that dwarfed that which the fleshy creature was radiating. Greedily it burrowed in, relentless as it shoved inside and navigated around the curves of Brambles now impure rectum.

The mass was thick, dense, and filling, pushing aside anything that couldn’t worm its way through. Bramble let out loud moans of dismay at the intrusion of the vine, and cursed himself for not listening to his father. If only to avoid this chain of events and what was sure to come after, he would have gladly stayed in the castle until spring came around, his thoughts becoming admittedly more self-centered now that he was paying for his hubris.

To make matters even worse, the vine had made it so far inside him that it rubbed against his urethra, and caused his untouched penis to poke out of its sheath, and though he had been turned into a heat source for the plants, it was still incredibly cold outside for him and his sensitive bits. His modestly sized deer cock was forced into full attention, despite the chilling winds that wash over it in the dead of night. It was a painfully stiff erection, that only got worse the deeper the prince got penetrated. In the end, all he could really do in response was to cry out in a strange combination of horror, pain, and embarrassment from everything that was happening to him.

Minutes later, someone finally heard the buck’s howls, and from the cave came a pair of minotaur to make sure everything was still fine outside. When they saw the deer prince bound in a writhing mass of vines, put on full display right in front of their hideout, with his ass completely stuffed and cock being licked at by another piece of vegetation, they were at first completely dumbfounded at how this even happened. The confusion gave way fairly quickly though, as they soon found a great deal of humor in this situation.

“Hey everyone!” one called back into the cave, “Chain up your slaves and get out here! You gotta see this!”

A large amount of bovine bodies exited the cave, along with a few of the missing does from Thicket who were dragged outside with heavy chain leads connected to equally heavy looking throat shackles, none of whom could believe just what they were seeing. One by one the minotaur started laughing at the royal whelp who failed so thoroughly to help his people, as the females began to sob seeing their prince would be joining them in the bonds of servitude, putting the cherry on top of this shameful sundae.

“Well look at that,” one of the minotaur heckled, “Now they are delivering themselves to our doorstep, already presenting and penetrated!”

“Stop laughing and get me down from here!” Bramble yelled at the bulls, feeling his insides being moved around by the contorting and convulsing plant that he was sure had made its way into his stomach by now.

“What’s the rush?” said another minotaur, “You seemed eager to get yourself in that.”

“It’s not like, AH!” Bramble felt a kick in his guts, sparking an unwanted surge of pain through him, “I didn’t want to get in this you bastard!”

Bramble’s outburst stopped the bulls from laughing, but only because they had enough sympathy to just snicker at him instead. “Ok boy, hold your britches.” one said as he approached, “Oh wait, I suppose you don’t have any.”

“Very… guuuuhhh… funny…” Bramble retorted, figuring he was going to be the butt of the minotaur’s jokes for some time. After all, he had no misconceptions that he could escape this, or that the creatures taking and raping his people would take pity on him and release him back to his father. No, this was just the prelude to whatever they had planned for him. Tired and worn as he was, there was no other alternative.

As the minotaur approached though, the deer thought he might get one last laugh out of this, as when the vines sensed a new source of heat, some went to attack it instead. When they grabbed onto the bull however…

“Hmm… So that’s what got ya into this.” he said, getting a vague idea of what really happened.

He didn’t dwell on it long though, before simply grabbing the vines in his massive hands and, using his powerful muscles, breaking them into pieces - a sight that decimated Bramble’s morale. Even if his plan had worked the way he wanted, the minotaur would have just casually destroyed the plants he created. It showed him that everything he had done was in vain, and all he had accomplished was getting himself captured and deflowered by a plant.

“Go get some hatchets,” said the minotaur who broke the vines, seeing that the parts still attached to the earth were still moving, “Let’s get the boy out of the trap he made for himself. Then we’ll see what Titanius wants to do with him.”

Bramble had to endure a great deal of humiliation as the minotaur rescued him from the vines, first suffering the vibrations that traveled through the plants as the bulls chopped them down at the base, then being forced onto all fours in the cold snow as the bovines retrieved the lengths of vegetation out of him. The minotaur took every precaution dealing with the deer’s plot as they removed the plant, tossing each part into a fire, including the roots that they dug out of the ground. By the end of it, there was nothing left of the semi-sentient plant, save for a few holes in the ground that the minotaur covered in snow just to be safe.

After going through that whole ordeal, the prince had his hands cuffed behind his back and was escorted inside, which he eagerly complied with just to get out of the freezing air. He couldn’t have run away in his current condition anyways, weary from his violation and totally exposed to the elements. From the moment that he begged the minotaur for assistance, he accepted that he was their prisoner, allowing them to guide him into their lair with nary an action to oppose them.

Once inside, Bramble could see that the minotaur had made many a renovation to the manticore cave. Not that he had ever seen the inside of one before, but the things he saw were far from natural. The walls were lined with glowing crystals that filled the cavern with a soft, blue-ish white light, allowing the deer to see the interior almost as well as if he had been outside during the day. There were also many small boxes placed periodically on the floor along the wall throughout the cave, each with several smaller glowing stones embedded into their sides. He had to pass by a few as he walked, and each time he felt a jet of hot air blow softly into his thighs. It was these boxes that kept the cave nice and cozy during the cold start of winter, and had the monster plant Bramble created just went a little bit further inside, it would have gotten all the warmth it wanted.

Bramble wondered if these devices were created by the Antlerteans, a few of which he had started to see upon entry of the minotaur’s base. Only does, covered in tribal markings, just as described. They all bore slave collars around their necks, each attending to every need the minotaur could desire from a servant; cooking, cleaning, acting as amusement through song, speech, or sexual favors, and doing each with a smile on their faces. Some of the foreign does even looked to be pregnant, their bellies rounded into large bumps that were much larger than the prince had ever seen on a pregnant deer. There was one doe who had twins once that came close, but Bramble highly doubted that these does had fawns in them in the first place, seeing what the minotaur were doing to the does they had captured from Thicket.

The buck passed by many of the missing females on the way to his unknown destination, some of which suspended by chains from the ceiling, fully nude, releasing exasperated moans as viscous white fluids dripped from their orifices. Some even in use as he walked by, with minotaur males hilt deep in their throats or pussies as they hung helplessly. Others were bound to contraptions that bent them over, spread their arms and legs apart, or forced them flat on their backs, each designed to hold the does in place and prevent them from fighting back as they were molested and raped by their captors. A lucky few were chained to the cave walls themselves, allowed a moment of peace as they recovered from prior violation, as every female in the cave had taken several turns on the devastatingly thick cocks of the masculine creatures that captured them.

Bramble found himself stunned taking this all in, never before having encountered this kind of barbaric behavior. The bulls took whatever they pleased from the cervids, with seemingly no concern for the liberties they were so casually stripping from the deer they enslaved. Yet, for some reason the Antlerteans seemed content, perhaps even happy with their position in this relationship. They too had to have gone through the pain and humiliation of rape, and still they served the minotaur with little sign of objection or indignity. They walked around with no shame as nothing covered what should have been their most personal and private spots, didn’t recoil as said parts were openly caressed by the ones who held the chains to their shackles, and looked delighted while being publicly molested.

As vastly different the Antlerteans were from Thicket deer, Bramble couldn’t help but compare the two races’ similarities. Save for the glowing tattoos, their less slender and more rounded physics, and overly sexualize features, the two species looked very similar. It was very easy for the prince to visualize the does of his city in their place, likewise obeying their dominators with pleasant smiles and alluring coos.

How long did it take for the minotaur to tame these cervid creatures? Several generations? A single generation? Less than that? If they could break and convert these does into obedient objects of lust, would his kind be able to resist the same fate? It frightened him that he could see his own species’ females slipping into that role, but not nearly as much as he was for the males of Thicket. The ones that were captured were present, locked behind bars, but from what Bramble could see, there were none here of the Antlertean variety, and seeing that the minotaur had far more interest in the females, he became nervous of why that was the case.

Overall, the prince was terrified of the fate that could befall his people, and was really hoping that his father was right, that Blackthorn was planning an escape this very moment. From the way it looked, only he could possibly find a way out of this for all of them, or even any of them. As the buck kept moving forward, eyes scanning the holding cages where the males were kept, he searched them all to find the guard captain. He was unable to find him in the cages, but did eventually spot the stag he was seeking once he finally reached where the minotaur were leading him, which was before the leader of their raiding group.

“So this is the intruder I’ve heard so much about,” said Titanius, sitting on a chair made of solid rock.

The large bovine sat with commanding posture as he looked at his newly acquired prize, his dick being attended to by the mouth of the only Antlertean stag in the entire cave, the sight of which dismissed one of Bramble’s fears, though just slightly seeing that this was the only male Antlertean present. At his side knelt Blackthorn, wrists stuck in a stockade that held his arms above his head, cock held within a sheath of metal, his antlers shaved down to mere nubs that matched the other stag that was servicing the minotaur leader. Bramble winced as he realized that it wasn’t only females who could gratify these barbarians’ lustful urges.

“Well then,” said Titanius, “Step forward and let me get a good look at ya.”

One of the minotaur pushed the prince towards the seated minotaur, Bramble stumbling forward into an area with better lighting than the rest of the cave, his body in full view for anyone around him to peer at. Blackthorn immediately recognized him, his face momentarily contorting to one of pure disbelief, until reality set in and accepted the truth presented before him.

“Why, you’re nothing but a boy.” Titanius said, seeing a blush form on the buck’s face.

“I’m not a boy,” Bramble objected, well aware that despite his age, his body had yet to grow out of some of its youthful features. Does in Thicket often remarked at how cute he was, which was somehow on par with his current predicament in terms of embarrassment.

“Really?” Titanius said, “And here I thought we’d have to find you a loincloth. We keep fawns a little more dressed than we do full grown stags and does, but if you’re saying your an adult, then I’ll gladly treat you like one.”

“I’m not just a stag,” Bramble confirmed, “I’m the prince of Thicket.”

Bramble said that as if it would mean something to the minotaur, but the moment he stated his title Blackthorn groaned. The older stag knew that as a prisoner, such a title would do him more harm than good.

“Oooohhh, you’re royalty. You hear that boys, we have a prince gracing us with his presence.”

The other minotaur laughed, and Bramble understood quickly that they didn’t respect his royal lineage one bit.

“I only bring it up because I feel that it would be in the best interest of both our groups that we started some negotiations.” Bramble said, his desperate attempt to get some leniency from the bovines completely transparent, “You have a lot of our people captive, and it’s not hard to see what you want from us, but isn’t there some way to work this all out?”

“My young, royal captive,” replied Titanius, taking great joy from the prince’s feeble, yet amusing, attempts to help his people, “You are in no position to try to bargain, and if I’m not mistaken, it was you who wanted to attack us beforehand. Now that you’ve been captured, you’ve decided it would be best to strike a deal? Besides, the minotaur have attempted to negotiate with the lesser races in the past, and it has never worked out.”

“Bramble, don’t try to bargain with these barbarians!” Blackthorn said, trying to keep the prince from doing something careless, “They can’t be trusted, and they can’t be reasoned wi-!”

“That's quite enough, Domitius,” Titanius said, clamping a hand around Blackthorn’s muzzle, “The boy is old enough to make his own decisions.”

“Domitius?” Bramble questioned.

“Ah, yes, you probably know my slave by some other name.” Titanius said, bemused, “In my culture, we tend to rename our slaves to welcome them into our house. Domitius here is one of my prizes for this successful raid, and will serve me for as long as we both live.”

Blackthorn made attempts to pull himself away from the minotaur’s grasp, but as he resisted the bovine male pulled out a small box with a switch on it. Flipping the toggle on the box, a low buzzing sound could be heard coming from Blackthorn’s direction. Whatever it was, it agitated the stag fiercely, causing him to moan into the minotaur’s hand as he started to move his body about as if it were impossible to hold still.

“In fact,” the minotaur continued, “My king said I may select any three males I found to my liking to keep, regardless of their title.”

Bramble gulped. It didn’t take a master of deduction to understand the implications of the minotaur’s statement.

“However, your friend here is wrong. We are not as impossible to bargain with as he implies, and I can be trusted to abide by my word. Release him from his bonds.”

One of the other minotaur stepped behind Bramble, and did as Titanius commanded. It didn’t take but a second to get the cuffs off, returning freedom of movement to the deer’s arms. Bramble took a moment to rub his wrists, before instinctively covering his crotch when he spotted Titanius eyeing it.

“No need to hide yourself,” the minotaur stated crassly, “I’ve already had enough time to look at that tiny dick of yours. For a second, I was thinking I might have mistaken your sex, and that you were just flat chested with an oversized clit.”

His comment on the prince’s size got some snickering from the other bovine, and renewed Bramble’s blush.

“It’s not that small…” Bramble said, being a little above average for a male of his species.

“Maybe not when compared to a deer, but it doesn’t really hold a candle to this.”

Titanius gently pushed the stag lapping at his cock away, and stood up in his seat to allow the buck a good look at his glory. The minotaur was a towering creature in comparison, tall with muscles that put the well trained soldiers of Thicket to shame, with Blackthorn’s own naked form aside the bull to act as a comparison. At the center of the brick wall of a man was a dick that simply dwarfed Bramble’s puny penis; thick, long, and rigid. At catching a full glimpse of the bovine cock, Bramble’s imagination forced the buck to picture himself at its mercy. Not in any romantic manner, but contemplating the nightmare of his body being wrapped around such a thing as he had seen the minotaur do to other deer.

“So, do you see the obvious difference between my penis and yours?” Titanius scoffed, sensing Bramble’s intimidation before his manhood. Bramble said nothing in response, instead giving a nod of agreement to the minotaur’s boast. “Then you can tell that I am much more of a man than one such as you will ever be. Compared to me, you’d make for a much better doe than a stag.”

“Are you going to… rape me with that?” Bramble asked, knees shaking and heart pounding. The question didn’t need asking, but the words slipped out from his lips.

“Having perverse thoughts about me already, I see,” replied the minotaur, “Not that I blame ya, but no. You might be old enough, but you’re still too young and inexperienced in my eyes to take my dick. So I won’t be stretching out that little deer ass of yours just yet.” Bramble let out a sigh of relief, but it was cut short when Titanius went on to say, “That is… so long as you are a good deer and obey my commands. This is the only deal I will grant you as my slave, and know that it is only out of my compassion that I even offer it. Another raid leader would have bedded you the moment you were presented before him.”

Bramble understood that this wasn’t really an offer, it was an ultimatum. If he didn’t do what this minotaur wanted, or so much as said no at that moment, his ass would be stuffed full of the bull's cock in response. He was afraid to accept the terms though, as Blackthorn was right when he said that none of these creatures could be trusted. In the end though, agreeing to the terms the minotaur presented would at least postpone impalement, so what choice did he have but to agree.

“I… accept.” Bramble said, incapable of putting up a fight against his captor in this instance.

Even unbound, with the amount of minotaur here, his lack of clothing, and the loss of any courage he had in the face of these raiders made it so escape would be impossible. It might have been detestable, but he would have to submit to these vile creatures for now.

Titanius smiled at the buck’s resignation. “Good, then from this point on you will address me as ‘Master’. Understood?” Bramble replied with a silent nod. “Speak up boy, a slave should speak when spoken to.”

“Yes… Master.” said Bramble, letting the minotaur hear him say the title he would refer to him by.

“Good boy. You’ll shape up to be a good house slave yet. Sergius, go give your new brother his new uniform.”

“Right away, Master.” said the Antlertean stag as he approached Bramble with his box of tools in hand, stopping right in front of the buck and kneeling before him so his head was at waist height.

“W-wait, what’s this?!” Bramble asked in a slightly frantic manner, remembering that this was the stag that had spent most of the conversation thus far saturating the minotaur’s dick with saliva.

“Calm down,” Sergius said, reaching into his supply box, “I’m just gonna fit you for a chastity cage. It will make sure you don’t get frisky with the does. They belong to our masters now. So… are you a virgin?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” asked Bramble, watching the Antlertean gather up a bunch of small straps and metal bits.

“Answer the question.” Titanius demanded.

Bramble hesitated, but then looked away in a huff as he said, “Yes”. The royal line of Thicket had a tradition that males were not to have sex until married, and Bramble obeyed his father’s request to follow it.

“Lucky you,” said Sergius, grabbing the last parts of his contraption, “Master punishes those who’ve had sex with a much more uncomfortable version of the chastity cage. For you, it’ll just make sure you can’t get fully erect.”

Bramble grumbled as the other stag got to work fitting him with his new cock cage, believing such a device to be unnecessary. There was nothing about this he found arousing, though he had to admit that he was finding it difficult to control his penis while it was being fondled throughout the process. Difficult, but entirely possible.

Minute’s passed, and eventually Bramble was equipped with his dick restraint, his flaccid sex organ resting on the cool and smooth surface inside of the metal sheath. It snugly gripped at the buck’s privates, the feeling of tightness acting as a constant reminder that it existed to its wearer, no matter how hard they tried to ignore it.

“Very good,” Titanius commented upon completion of the cage, “Now you just need two more things.”

“What now?” Bramble said with disdain.

“Nothing as intrusive as what has already been done to you.” answered Servious, locking the chastity device before repositioning himself behind the buck. “Master just wants you to be presentable around the camp.”

Before Bramble could inquire further, he felt a strap of leather wrap around his throat. He could tell it was a collar, since most other deer were wearing held here one as well.

“Give him a little breathing room,” Titanius said, “That one doesn’t have a leash ring, and I want to be able to grab him by it in case I need to.”

Sergius complied, leaving enough slack in the collar to create a small gap between the material and Bramble’s neck, letting it hang in a fairly cute, loose manner.

“And now for the last part of your ensemble,” said Sergius once he locked the collar into place.

Bramble again tried to ask what it was going to be, but the second he opened his mouth a metal bit was inserted into it, pushed all the way back to the curves of his lips as several more straps made of leather went around the deer’s muzzle, ones thick enough to not break easily, but thin enough to fit reasonably comfortably.

His head was being placed into a bridle, complete with a set of reins that would be used to guide him about when Titanius felt the desire to do so. The surprise of the device being forced upon him caused Bramble to struggle and pull away from Sergius, until he caught the dissatisfied glare of his minotaur master. In fear of a possible anal raping, Bramble allowed the bridle to be put on him properly, though this was the least comfortable part of his dressing, with the bar in his mouth agitating his jaw slightly, and the device prevented him from talking except in slurred words. Like the other pieces of his slave gear, the bridle was fastened together with several locks that one would need keys to in order to remove, meaning that Bramble would be wearing them for as long as Titanius wished it.

“And done!” Sergius announced, stepping away from his finished project.

“Hmmm… yes, he looks very nice.” Titanius said approvingly, “What do the rest of you think?”

The other minotaur present made many comments about how the buck was pretty as a girl, or how he really looked the part of a slave now. He had almost forgotten that they were still there watching, and becoming the center of attention while practically nude and dressed in these fetishy restraints was starting to turn his face a deep color of red.

“Hey, doesn’t he need a proper name now?” said one of the random minotaur.

“I’ve been thinking about that, actually,” Titanius answered, “And I think I have a good one for him. My other slave stag called him Bramble earlier, so I think that Rubus is a good name for him.”

“That is a fitting name for him,” said another minotaur over the group, “Small and cute, just like him.”

“Then it’s settled.” said Titanius, “Boy, from this point on you will answer to the name of Rubus. If you refuse or neglect to respond to it, I will punish you. Are we clear, Rubus?”

Bramble nodded in reply, having no real choice in the matter. The minotaur was going to call him that whether he accepted it or not, and refusing the name would only lead to a shift punishment. It was just a nickname, after all, and he was always going to be Bramble, so it didn’t matter what these bovines referred to him as. The minotaur surrounding him started making remarks using the name, but for some reason, it was actually less embarrassing to hear the minotaur make comments about Rubus and not Bramble.

“Sergius, bring me Rubus’ reins,” Titanius commanded his Antlertean serving stag, to which Sergius presented them to his master immediately, giving the leather straps a hard pull to move Bramble along, graciously handing the prince off to his new master. “I’m going to have some alone time with my new pet.”

Bramble’s eyes went wide when he heard that, assuming that the minotaur was already breaking his promise to not violate him.

“Don’t worry, boy,” the minotaur said, catching sight of the buck’s fear, “As I said, I’ll keep my word, but that only means I won’t stick my dick in you. Believe me, there are plenty of other ways we can enjoy each other’s company.”

Bramble's knees buckled for a moment as the fear in his mind grew. Seeing what these minotaur were doing to the others, he could only imagine that horrible things were in store for him. What kinds of tortures awaited him at the hands of this creature, he would only learn in due time.

“Sergius, take care of Domitius while me and Rubus get acquainted. As for the rest of you,” said Titanius as he looked to his fellow raiders, “Show’s over. Get back to taming those does. They need to be nice and timid by the time they’re back in Minopolis.”

The other minotaur grumbled that they wouldn’t be able to watch the deer prince get broken in, but returned back to the task of breaking their own deer captives to their will. With the others returning to business, Titanius gave the reins in his hand a tug, wordlessly instructing the buck at the end of the lead to follow him with a jerk of the deer’s head. Bramble complied, and followed his master deeper into the cave, further from any hope of escape, and closer to his fate of enslavement and sexual servitude.

Author's Note

Stay tuned for some minotaur on cute femboy deer action, probably in a week or so :twilightsmile:

Deer Taming

Bramble and his new owner made their way to the very depths of the manticore cave, the deer prince moving only so fast as to prevent the minotaur from pulling his reins, as his master steadily walked with a slight limp to their destination. He was in no rush to reach wherever he was being taken, knowing well that once they arrived, he would be subjected to every act of defilement Titanius could think of, save from the minotaur sticking his bovine shaft inside his deer rump, so long as the bull kept his promise. Still, he did not resist too much, fearing that he might make his hopefully temporary master have a change of heart about said promise.

Along the way, he saw the remainder of the Thicket does that the minotaur captured, placed in cages and kept away from the areas where females were being publicly raped. Catching a glimpse of confusion on Bramble’s face, Titanius quickly explained the breeding habits of the minotaur, and that these girls were being kept to the side to be sold as virgin slaves back in the minotaur home lands of ‘Minopolis’.

“My men have put their mouths to good use,” said Titanius as he brought his explanation to a close, “But so far, no one has shattered their hymens. That privilege will go to their future mate and master.”

Bramble's face twisted in revulsion from behind his bridle. He thought it was possible that a minotaur could impregnate a deer based on the appearances of the Antlerteans, but discovering his theory was correct only made him feel worse. The bovine barbarians were actually trying to turn his people into breeding slaves to propagate their species, and unless stopped, the population of Thicket would become little more than incubators and sex slaves for these bulls. With Blackthorn captured, and his own plan a failure, the prince had little hope that this outcome wouldn’t happen, since his father had already shown a reluctance to go on the attack against these invaders.

“And here we are,” Titanius announced, the pair arriving to the very back of the cave.

There, a sizable chamber within the stone structure that had been furnished with a large bed made of straw, a thick blanket draped over the material to prevent its ends from poking whoever laid atop it, with a wooden post sticking up from the ground next to it about four foot high. The only other furnishings were the crystal lights that lined the walls of the cave, a curtain to divide this part of the cavern from the rest of it, and several crates worth of slave bindings placed just outside this makeshift room.

The minotaur wasted no time dragging Bramble into the room, tossing the prince face down onto the straw bed, and tying his reins to the post in a knot. Bramble quickly flipped himself on his back, keeping a close eye on what the minotaur would do next. Without a word, Titanius walked right out of the room, closing the curtains behind him as he left the deer alone with only his thoughts. The buck was relieved that the minotaur left him, but couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. The curtain was thin enough that he could see the minotaur’s shadow from the other side as he left, but that was only for a moment before he moved away from the entrance. He couldn’t have just left him there, so he had to be off getting something or someone.

Then a thought came to him. Save for the knot in his reins, he wasn’t particularly restricted. Yes, his dick and mouth were bound, but his hands and legs had complete freedom of movement. He sat up, moved over to the pole he was tied to, and looked over the knot. It was a fairly simple one, but it looked rather tight. It might have been possible for Bramble to undo it, but it would take a little time. However, he didn’t know how much time he really had, and if he was caught, then no doubt he would be punished.

Bramble tried to reach for the knot, but then almost instinctively recoiled his hand. The buck knew that he was being far too compliant for his own good by now, accepting everything the minotaur did to him without a single refusal, but he was having trouble finding his courage ever since the incident with his plant potion. Something about his failure there was making it much harder for him to try again, especially with how disastrous things ended up when he attempted to do something on his own.

Doubt guided his action, making him focus on what could happen if he was caught, and on how he really didn’t have a plan beyond untying himself. Was it even possible to escape? He was so deep in the minotaur’s base, and they were stationed pretty much everywhere. It wasn’t like they weren’t going to see him, and they certainly weren’t going to let him just walk out of the cave. Bramble couldn’t help but to fall back on the terrible notion that escaping on his own was impossible, and that, for now at least, it was better to obey than to aggravate his master.

Minutes passed as Bramble was left to dwell on the mistakes he made that night, how, to some degree, he deserved this for disobeying his father, and how he had probably made it harder for Blackthorn to plan an escape now. For all the prince knew, his master was talking to Blackthorn at this moment, making threats of what he would do to the foolish buck if Blackthorn managed to get away. With the amount of time he was gone, that was certainly possible, as in between his disparaging thoughts, Bramble felt that he could have undone the knot twice, and been working on undoing it a third time.

Eventually, the large shadow of the minotaur reappeared from behind the curtain, and Bramble was almost glad to see the minotaur return, if only because it released him from both his bad thoughts and the building tension of the moment. What he wasn’t glad to see was the wooden box full of items he had brought along with him. Bramble wasn’t familiar with most of what he could see sticking out of the top, with sex paraphernalia not a common thing in Thicket, but he could make assumptions that some of what he saw was going to go places he didn’t want them to.

Titanius set the container onto the floor, then went over to inspect the knot he made earlier. “Didn’t even try to undo it. I’m actually a little proud of your patience.”

Bramble gave a bit of a blush as his captor complimented him, embarrassed with himself that his cowardice earned him praise from such a despicable creature. With his mouth bound, the buck couldn’t make any words of protest, but internally, he rejected the sentiment that he was just being a good slave for this evil creature.

“Then again, I pretty much knew you weren’t going to try anything,” Titanius went on to say, taking a seat on the straw bed near Bramble. His muscle-bound body weighed so heavily that it caused the spot where he had sat on to sink, creating a slope that Bramble slid into, which made the lighter male press up against the side of the minotaur. “I figured that you’ve been wanting to be in this kind of situation for a while. At the mercy of another, much more masculine man than yourself.”

At that insinuation, Bramble vocalized an objection, mumbling into the bit in his muzzle in a very loud and hostile manner. This made his master chuckle, and in mid-laugh he wrapped an arm around his slave, placing his large hand on the deer’s ass cheek. Bramble immediately tried to push himself away, but the strong embrace of the minotaur kept him right where he was.

“Perhaps not in this exact scenario,” Titanius corrected, “But you have ‘faggot’ writing all over that femme body of yours. I’d wager that you’re just full of repressed feelings about the other stags in that twig city of yours. Probably why you’re a virgin.”

Bramble had to suppress a groan at the notion, especially since it was the minotaur who was about to force himself on another male. Yes, he was a virgin, but it wasn't brought on by some urge to have sex with other males. He just hadn’t found the right girl yet within the small city that was the deer’s kingdom.

Sure, when he was younger and in the midst of puberty-induced lust, he would find himself looking out into the courtyard as Blackthorn trained his soldiers, perhaps having some less than pure fantasies about the two of them together, but that was something he grew out of a long time ago. Besides, homosexuality was not something practiced in his kingdom, and it was up to him to carry on his father’s lineage, to eventually sire the next king of Thicket after himself. It wasn’t like he took every opportunity to oogle the other bucks every time he went to Thicket’s communal bathing grounds… Just on occasion, in order to compare himself to his competition of course.

“I can see the gears turning in your head,” Titanius said, putting his lips right next to Bramble’s ear, “And I’ve got to say, it’s kinda cute watching you try to deny to yourself that you want the dick bad.”

Without warning, the bull pushed Bramble onto his back, pinning him down with a single press of his hand on the much smaller male’s chest. Off guard and flustered, Bramble could only look up at the face of the dominant bull now hovering over him.

“Rubus, I know you’re scared and embarrassed, but just stay as still as you can and I’ll show you just how much you actually enjoy this.”

The minotaur opened his mouth, and to Bramble’s amazement, a tongue over a foot long slipped out of it. The bull released the meaty, saliva-soaked appendage at its full length, which was an appropriate size for a bovine as big as him. Bramble felt his heart race at the sight of the mouth organ lowering down towards him, and then skip a beat upon it touching against his bare chest. The buck could feel his fur become soppy and matted on contact with the thing, and that only worsened when then bull slurped the slithering muscle over the deer’s abs.

A disgusting tingle started to flow over the buck’s being as the bovine tasted of his flesh, leaving behind a trail of slimy spittle behind in its path. Bramble held his voice inside his throat while his body trembled, his curves being lapped at thoroughly by his captor, who left few spots untouched in the exploration of the deer’s body. As this went on, Bramble tried to remain calm, but his breathing had rapidly increased till he was in a constant state of taking deep breaths, only to exhale and repeat the cycle an uncountable amount of times. His body was becoming weirdly aroused by this stimulation, his bound cock making an attempt to become stiff for the first time since its caging, only to be blocked by its bindings. How this was happening, he was unsure. He didn’t want to believe that he was actually being turned on by this messy intrusion of his personal space, but he couldn’t deny that he too was contributing to the mess as his pent up penis produced its own clear, sticky fluid.

Before long, Bramble found it impossible to hold back the sounds that desperately wanted to escape his muzzle, with grunts and groans slipping past the barricade of his will slowly at first, but becoming uncontrollable within a matter of minutes. The sounds he uttered, while involuntary, could only be perceived as the lewd moans of a deer being overtaken by his lust. If others outside of the room could hear him, they would have no means of telling if he was distressed or giving into hidden desire.

This went on for a while, until the minotaur decided that he had gotten a decent sampling of his slave’s flavor. With the fur of Bramble’s upper torso covered in drool from the waist up to the shoulders, it was time to proceed with the activities. Without a word, the minotaur got up from the bed and went over to his crate of things, leaving the deer behind.

Bramble, now recovering from the oral assault of his being, was finding it hard to collect his thoughts. That entire time, his mind had been focused on the pleasure the minotaur’s mouth massage was bestowing upon him, and there had been little room for any other thoughts to enter his mind space. With the tongue gone, all he could do was lay back, exhausted from the mere act of breathing heavily, soaked in sweat and saliva as the sensations of his sweet, savory suffering echoed through him.

“Rubus,” Bramble heard on the edge of his consciousness.

The deer had to think for a second to remember what that meant, and the first thought to reach him was right… that’s my name, his brain only half processing his memory on his minotaur given nickname. Recognizing Rubus to be him, he lifted his head to look at the one requesting his attention.

What met Bramble’s eyes was his now completely naked master, devoid of his loincloth, stroking his large shaft in one hand while holding a leather belt strap at his side with the other. Immediately the buck assumed that the minotaur was breaking his promise about not penetrating him with his cock, and with what little energy the deer had, he attempted feebly to get away.

Titanius shook his head, approaching his slave, “I’m not gonna poke ya,” he said, grabbing the deer by the ankle, easily pulling Bramble back to him, “But your reactions have gotten me riled up. I’m gonna need to let loose soon… But first…”

The minotaur used the hand he was holding the deer’s ankle in to grab his other leg as well, easily putting them both together in a single palm. Clenching them firmly together, he took the belt he was holding, wrapped it around Bramble’s ankles as tight as he could without it biting into his slave’s skin, and fastened the ends together in order to keep his legs from parting from one another. Happy with the bindings, Titanius pulled Bramble to the edge of the bed so his butt partially hung over it, then curled up the smaller male’s body by positioning his legs up near his head.

“There we go,” said the minotaur, taking a seat at the bed’s edge, one hand keeping Bramble’s legs in place, “Now we can get to the really fun stuff.”

Bramble watched as the minotaur placed the index finger of his free hand next to his lips, and proceeded to lick it with that long tongue that never seemed to run out of spit. Within seconds, the bull saturated his own finger with the substance, getting it wet and slimy. The buck knew just enough about sex to assume what was about to happen, understanding that the finger was about to do what Titanius promised his dick wouldn’t. It was sizably smaller than the penis, but it was thick enough to match the girth of an average pony dick, which was much larger than the average deer cock in comparison.

Bramble did his best to try and get away, but the minotaur’s foreplay sapped him of too much energy. All that ended up happening was him wriggling his little rump in a way that must have enticed his master, as the bull took this as a sign to start. Placing the slick digit next to the vulnerable stag hole, he first teased it by pressing the tip firmly against the entrance, with the intent of only creating pressure without using enough force to actually enter.

Bramble grabbed at Titanius’ arm, the one holding his legs back, and whimpered softly, believing this to be it. Instead the minotaur lifted his finger away, leaving behind a bit of wetness from it covering the tiny hole, only to press it back with the same force a second later. Titanius did this several times, watching his slave’s eyes widen at every threat that the finger would be pushed in, the buck’s fingers tightening its grip on his forearm at the mere touch of his sphincter. The buck was practically a puppet, his actions as easily manipulable by pulling this simple ‘string’. It would only be a matter of time before he found out what the other strings did. Satisfied with the results of his teasing, the minotaur finally decided to make do what he was threatening, and with one final pressing of his finger, Titanius pushed past the point where he had been limiting himself before.

The deer’s fingers bit into the flesh of his arm, but the bovine ignored it. He didn’t expect his slave’s first time to be easy, seeing that he hadn’t prepped Bramble for penetration via the elasticizing drugs usually implemented on newly acquired slaves. He wouldn't need them, but taking something as large as a minotaur finger into his inexperienced ass, lubricated or not, was bound to cause some discomfort at first, and even some time after. So Titanius saw nothing wrong about the buck digging his nails into his skin, as if he expected Bramble to endure pain, the least he could do was receive some in turn.

“Try to relax,” Titanius said in the most comforting tone his bull voice could conjure, “This will hurt at first, but it will feel better in time so long as you don’t tense up.”

Bramble couldn’t help but be tense, his flesh ring gripping the finger slipping inside it in a vain attempt to keep it from going the wrong way in what was supposed to be a one-way passage. Clawing at the minotaur's arm and gritting his teeth was the only thing his body would do that actually helped deal with the pain, but most actions were entirely automatic by now. Bramble was merely a passenger in his own body, experiencing everything, struggling and giving groans of protest reactively, but not truly participating as the barrier to his innards was bypassed by the object forcing its way inside.

The only thing Bramble felt he had true control over was his eyes, and with them, he looked at the one molesting him as said person, in turn, looked back. The minotaur despite being in the middle of raping him, wore a soft expression, further disorientating Bramble with his projected kind demeanor. Titanius was not being as forceful as one pictured a slaver should be, but it would have almost been better if he had been. That way Bramble could just view his master as a monster without reason or compassion. Right now, his feelings towards the muscle-bound male were conflicted, though still mostly negative.

The finger inside Bramble went in much easier at about its midpoint, the ring around it having been well lubricated and stretched out as far as needed for the rest to follow, which the finger did as it burrowed inside knuckle deep.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” said Titanius, instantly getting shot back a ‘You serious?’ look from the panting deer who was struggling to deal with the large obstruction in his bowels. “Don’t give me that look. You’ll come to like this someday, and even later you’ll be thanking me for this.”

Bramble couldn’t fathom eventually thanking this creature for enslaving his people and raping him, but was somewhat glad the minotaur was saying abhorrent things like this, as it made it much easier to detest him.

For some time after, the minotaur played with Bramble’s asshole by moving his finger about as he pleased. Pumping it in and out of the buck, grinding it against Bramble’s inner walls, curling the finger to touch one side with its tip while the knuckle was placed firmly on the other. Each motion sent sensations to the deer’s mind that felt like agony mixed with a subtle sense of pleasure. It was not often that he was even aware the pleasurable parts existed, but his body kept track of everything and reacted in kind, leaving him very confused as to why his dick wouldn’t settle down, both stiff and seeping precum in such large proportions that a mess was forming at his crotch.

His ass was still clenching at the minotaur’s index finger, even now that it had become so wet from the minotaur’s spit that it lacked any friction to prevent the movements of said finger. All it was really accomplishing was creating a loud, sloppy sound as Titanius freely inserted and retracted himself as many times as he pleased. Bramble wanted to beg him to stop, but all he could get past the bit in his mouth were muffled groans. These sounds only served to egg the minotaur on, continuing his toying with the buck till their session together reached close to the hour mark, then the bull decided it was his turn.

Removing his finger from the thoroughly abused anus, Titanius released Bramble’s legs and returned to his crate, pulling two bottles from it. “You know, Rubus” said the bovine, pouring a cleaning solution from one bottle onto his hands, “You’re very lucky. Most slaves aren’t let off so easy. Any other would have been given the fucking of a lifetime on their first go. You should have seen what I did to Domitius his first day in my care.”

Bramble was far too worn out from the sexual activity to acknowledge that his master was talking about Blackthorn, having enough trouble staying awake after all the activity, and the loss of what felt like several quarts of fluids from out of his pores and penis. If left alone for too long, he would simply drift to sleep, but the minotaur still had plans for the deer’s first night.

Tossing aside the bottle of soap, the minotaur opened up the other bottle, pouring the contents on his dick. Having been moderately aroused the whole time, the minotaur was in a state of semi-soft erection while he prodded Bramble’s backside. A bit of rubbing was all it took to get the sex organ rock solid, smearing the fluids covering it all about so that no portion of his penis was devoid of it.

Once finished, the minotaur approached Bramble, and once again, the buck thought that he was going to receive that massive cock up his ass, but Titanius has no intention of breaking his word. He did, however, know of a way to use the buck to give him pleasure that didn’t involve any of his holes, and had already prepared for it ahead of time. Standing at the bedside, the bovine took Bramble by the ankles as he had before, lifting them upwards this time instead of making the deer bend in half. With Bramble’s legs pointing to the cave ceiling, the minotaur stood in front of the deer.

“Part your legs, Rubus.” Titanius commanded, to which Bramble complied as best as he could with his ankles bound.

The minotaur, pleased by his slave’s obedience, aimed his cock towards the deer’s hips, and pushed it through the gap between Bramble’s slender thighs.

“You need to tighten up your legs now, but aside from that you can lay back and relax. This shouldn’t even hurt you.” Having said that, the minotaur pushed his own hips forward till they pressed up against the back of Bramble’s legs, his shaft poking out the opposite side, hovering above the smaller male’s chest.

Bramble worked up enough focus to squeeze his legs together, and even in his weary condition, he was able to work out what was going on. The minotaur was going to use his thighs as a masturbation tool, already rubbing their insides with his cock by quickly moving his body back and forth. It might have looked silly to a third party if one was present, but to Bramble this action from the minotaur was just as sexual as anything else he had done that night, with the lubricant smearing onto his inner thighs, and the minotaur’s cock head thrusting in the direction of the buck’s face, while his own caged cock head rubbed along Titanius’ urethra.

Each thrust ended with a slamming of the bull’s hips into the deer’s body, causing it to shake as Bramble learned that minotaur had no concept of restraint. Yet, somehow… this rough treatment, plus the inherent sexual nature of this act, along with all the other things that happened to the deer at his master’s hand, was finally starting to get to Bramble. He wasn’t enjoying himself, but his body was starting to feel like it was in the middle of estrus season with all the rubbing and licking it had been given. It wasn’t just the physical contact that aroused him either, as something in the air itself had suddenly became present in the room, triggering within the prince of Thicket's urges that he found difficult to suppress. Bramble had only the faintest notion of this though, brought on by his rapidly changing mood, and had no clue what was causing it, or that the lubricant his master was using was heavily laced with female deer pheromones.

“Until I feel you are ready,” Titanius said between thrusts, “This will be how I fuck you. I’ll give you immense pleasure, desired or not, and then take my own from your body however I see fit. This time I’m using your legs, next time I might use your tongue, and after that I may find release with that fluffy chest of yours.”

A small part of Bramble questioned how the minotaur thought rubbing his cock on the deer’s chest would compare to what he was doing now, but that part was drowned out near entirely by the part of him that now just wanted the minotaur to keep going. The slave prince’s body was on fire, particularly in between his legs, and with his thighs being rubbed so close to his crotch, he almost felt like he could reach climax if the bovine kept going, regardless of the restraints preventing him from full erection. His peak was tethering over the edge, teasing its arrival with copious amounts of precum that was now drenching the buck’s nethers. Just a little further... just a little further… and then…

“GRRRAAAAAHHHH!!!” The minotaur bellowed with one final thrust, and released a blast of hot cum from his shaft, the load of white fluids pouring over Bramble’s bound muzzle, collared throat, and bare chest. The bovine had taken from the prince the pleasure he wanted, but did so before Bramble could receive his own. That final thrust was indeed the last one, and with it the minotaur ceased moving his hips, instead using his energy solely on making loud huffs through his nostrils.

Bramble let out a disparaged moan, wishing that his master could have held out just a few seconds longer, still not even sure if he could have even reached a climax himself, but too horny from stimulation and the pheromones floating in the air to not crave the feeling that came from shooting sperm. Feeling his impending orgasm fading, the deer prince reached for his balls, knowing his dick was completely covered and untouchable, and stroked his swollen sack in attempt to reach climax. Little by little, he could feel his arousal rising once more, assisted by the overwhelming scent of sex that filled the room.

The only thing that that brought him pause was when he heard the words, “See, I knew you were a faggot.” Bramble stopped immediately, looking up at the minotaur grinning over him, “No, go on. I won’t stop you from trying,” the bovine continued while removing his spent shaft from between the buck’s legs, “But realize that it only proves that you really wanted this, like I said before.”

Bramble was humiliated. He didn’t know how, but the minotaur had gotten him. He refused to think that he truly enjoyed this, but he could never deny that he was turned on by all that had happened to him. Was this how the Antlertean’s fall started, with a small display of weakness? Did it appear as quickly for them, or was he just particularly weak willed? Bramble wished he had the pride to prove the minotaur wrong, but an ache was starting to grow in his genitals, the kind that happened when one was over sexed and craving release.

Shamed, the buck continued to rub his sack in front of the minotaur, as well as using the small reserves of energy he had remaining to rub his semen matted chest fur, embarrassed to the point of tears as the once proud prince succumbed to his own lust guided desires.

“Good,” Titanius said smugly, grabbing a rag to clean himself off, “You may play with yourself all you want tonight, until you pass out, and I won’t even punish you if you manage to get yourself off.”

Bramble wasn’t really listening, but he did receive enough words to realize he was being given permission to continue. This only served to increase the amount of shame he got as he proceeded, as now he understood that this was being treated as a ‘privilege’, one he earned by being such a good slave for his master. Still, this didn’t suppress his urges one bit, so he continued all the same.

Titanius simply loved that the deer prince was giving into the desire that he instilled into him. He was far from tamed, as no slave was broken in one night, but this was an impressive start. The bovine had to wonder, would the buck have bent so easily if not for his failed attack, and the extreme way that failure manifested? Would his new slave have been so meek, timid, and compliant had he not brought about his own downfall? He was clearly scared, perhaps traumatized, by that event, else he might have been just as resistant as Blackthorn.

At this point, Titanius would never know the answer to those ponderings, but what he did know was that things had transpired exactly as they were predicted by his king’s newest cervid acquisition. Not too long ago, a yellow-furred, freckled doe with green hair had walked right into the minotaur king’s raiding encampment, and had relinquished her freedom to him on the spot. Ever since, the king’s prized deer slave had been whispering secrets in the his ear about how to conquer the other deer tribes, and when her words were heeded, things went exactly as the minotaur wanted. Few minotaur knew of this power, but those who did had learned to have respect for the words of this lowly slave, as to do so brought great fortune to the minotaur, and despair and subjugation to the deer.

A week prior, those words brought a fresh batch of doe slaves. A few days ago, it handed Thicket’s highest ranking officer to them at the mere cost of a limp in Titanius’ leg. Tonight, it brought Titanius the prize of a prince in steadily dissipating denial of his own homosexual desires. Now it was time to look to what the reindeer’s words would give the minotaur next.

“Enjoy your masturbation time, Rubus,” said Titanius while making his exit from the room, “Your master has to get things ready for the last part of our raid.” With those last ominous words, the minotaur disappeared behind the curtain, leaving his slave to both suffer through and savor his most thorough defeat.

The King's Coercion

King Aspen sat in his throne, mind plagued with anxiousness. It had been weeks since he had last seen his son, and he unfortunately knew what had happened to him. A search of Bramble’s room had revealed the prince had created a powerful plant growth potion, clearly to confront the minotaur with it, while not knowing the hazards of using such strong alchemical substances. Since no reports of a sentient foliage overgrowth throughout the forest had sprung up, it could only be assumed that the plan was prevented before he could enact it.

Aspen wished that Bramble hadn’t been so impetuous, that he himself had kept a closer eye on him after the prince voiced his objections, and that his son would just show up at the city gate unharmed, but he knew that wouldn’t happen. The deer king knew that Bramble was now in the invading minotaur's clutches, as it was the only thing that could have explained his disappearance. Ever since, the state of the kingdom had deteriorated rapidly, with the king partially to blame for it all.

His first major lapse in judgement was when he sent out a search party the following day in hopes that the prince hadn’t been captured by the raiders yet. It was a well-meant attempt to prevent Bramble from doing something stupid, telling those he sent out not to get anywhere close to the minotaurs’ established territory, but the restriction did little to prevent more than half of them from going missing. Infuriated, Aspen finally sent a majority of his remaining guard forces to rid the forest of the minotaur menace, but this ended with none returning from the rescue attempt.

With all these failures, Aspen could only reflect on the poor decisions he had made throughout this incident. Maybe he should have went himself, as he did have some magic beyond that of a normal deer that could have been of help when fighting the minotaur, but his concern for the common citizens of his kingdom was exactly why he chose to stay, in case the minotaur tried to attack the city while it was without his protection. He had no reason to think they might, as up to this point they stayed far away from the city limits, but the king couldn’t shake an intense feeling of paranoia. A normal band of barbaric raiders shouldn’t have been this effective or efficient, and with each newly captured deer came an ever-increasing notion that they knew far more than they should have.

At wit’s end, and wanting the safety of his son above everything else, Aspen finally decided it was time to attempt negotiations with these intruders. As it was, the minotaur had already captured a large portion of their small community, and while winter supplies were no longer a problem with the decreased population, Thicket was little more than helpless should these creatures decide to attack. It was not a favored decision to make a deal with the bovine brutes, but with Thicket having no allies beyond Everfree, they would have to deal with matters that came to them on their own, as they always had.

This put the king in the position he was in now, waiting on the edge of his throne for word from the two ambassadors he sent to make contact with the minotaur, partially understanding that he might have sent them to their doom. The thought of sending two more of his kind to some terrible fate weighed heavily on Aspen, but he was slightly relieved when, at about midday, the door to his throne room opened.

Birch entered the room, having recovered enough from her attack to resume her duties, and respectfully bowed before her lord. “King Aspen, we have received word from the minotaur.”

“Our ambassadors have returned, then?” Aspen questioned.

“One has returned,” answered Birch, “The male ambassador has come back, unharmed, but none of his escort party returned with him.”

Aspen sunk in his seat, “I suppose that mean the minotaur don’t wish to discuss terms, and he had to flee from capture…”

“Actually…” Birch replied, “He returned with a different escort party, three males, two of which being minotaur, the last being identified as Antlertean. They have… expressed a desire to speak with you.”

“Of course…” Aspen acknowledged, “But it’s only the three of them?”

“As far as we are aware. They are stationed at the city gates.” said Birch, finishing her report.

“Then allow them, and only them, into Thicket.” Aspen commanded.

Birch hesitated to follow her orders. “King Aspen, are you certain this is the best move? These creatures have expressed time and again that they wish only to harm us, and even if they agree to some sort of deal, we can’t believe for a minute that they will uphold it.”

“I don’t believe at all that this is a good move,” answered Aspen, “But then neither is trying to wait it out at this point. The minotaur struck us at the absolute worst moment, and overpowered us at a time when our magic was weak. We are hardly past the first week of winter, and our defenses are next to non-existent. Either we make some form of arrangement with these creatures, or we pray that they don’t finish what they started.”

Birch was audibly disheartened by the king’s bleak viewpoint, but couldn’t disagree with him. The guard force was reduced to a meager handful, and any civilians capable and willing of fighting had long been lost.

“I’ll let them in and escort them to the conference room.” Birch said, finally ready to obey the order given to her.

“Thank you, Birch.” With that, both the king and his female guard left the throne room, one to guide their hostile guest to the palace, and the other to await their arrival.

Aspen sat in a small room, seated at a round table, as he awaited the arrival of the minotaur. His remaining citizens must have been in a panic, seeing members of the invading race entering the city, but even his remaining forces should have been able to deal with a mere two minotaur. He was more worried about what the minotaur were after, as the king had yet to learn enough about them to know their true intentions for his people.

It was not long before the two bulls arrived, accompanied by one Antlertean stag, the returning ambassador, and the ten remaining guardsmen that Aspen had at his disposal, consisting of four does and six bucks. The guards had their weapons of steel wood drawn, aimed at the minotaur every step of the way from the city gate, though the minotaur didn’t appear the least bit concerned.

“King Aspen,” said the ambassador, “These minotaur are here to speak on behalf of their tribe, and said they are willing to discuss the matter of recent events and work out an arrangement.”

The room fell silent, as King Aspen looked at two of the creatures who had abducted so many of his people. Thicket was not a large kingdom, but it was an ancient and powerful civilization that could contend with the surrounding pony kingdom if need be. Yet all it took was a small band of muscle-bound bovines to near topple them in their own territory. Looking over to the Antlertean, he was reminded that the bulls had ways to learn of Thicket’s weaknesses, but it was absurd how much they managed to accomplish in just under a month.

“Well…” Aspen said, breaking the quiet, “Have a seat.”

The bulls looked at the small seating arrangements around the table, and the larger one among them said, “You expect creatures as big as us to sit in chairs made for deer?”

“Could someone please get these two proper seating arrangements?” said Aspen, trying to be polite, but already irritated by the mere presence of the bulls.

Two of the guards left the room, while the others took places along the wall, sheathing their weapons, but never removing their hands from their grips. The only exception was Birch, who went to the table and placed a sizable carrying bag in the center of it.

“Before you begin, my lord,” she stated, as the ambassador took a seat next to Aspen, “The stag accompanying these two had this on him. We already went over the contents, and inside where a lot of disturbing items. Slave collars, restraints, syringes, and several vials of unknown potions, to name a few things.”

“What is the meaning of this?” Aspen asked, temper flaring slightly.

“They’re all important items we’ll need once our negotiations are over,” explained the large minotaur, “But if you want to hold onto the bag until we have made our arrangements, then feel free.”

“You do realize that you are not entirely safe before me,” Aspen said, creating a heart of green fire between his antlers, “My magic is more than enough to eliminate a couple of minotaur, even in the dead of winter.”

“I have no doubt,” said the large minotaur, “But if we don’t return to our encampment by tonight, then our tribe will in turn dispose of some of our hostages, starting with your general and your boy.”

Aspen’s felt his heart leap in his chest, and quickly dispelled his attack. Like it or not, he had to remember that he was not in the dominant position in this matter, and that the minotaur held all the cards.

“By the way, King Aspen, I am Titanius, and this is one of my subordinates, Brutus.”

“Of course…” Aspen said, just as the door opened.

The two absent guards brought in two larger chairs, placing them at the table opposite of Aspen before taking up spots along the wall with the other guards. The two minotaur sat down, with the Antlertean kneeling on the floor next to Titanius, and thus the negotiations could begin properly.

“Okay, let’s start off by asking the most important question,” Aspen said, wishing to get to the heart of the whole matter without beating around the bush, “What is it your kind wants from us? You can’t just be here for slaves. If that were the case, you’ve already claimed enough of us to take back to wherever you are from. Do you want gold and gems?”

“King Aspen, you wound me,” Titanius replied, “What we want is far more precious and valuable than money. I know that minotaur who live in Equestria have become solely concerned with money, but my clan have a much more important focus.”

“Then are you after our alchemy?” Aspen proposed next, “Are you kidnapping us for our plant potions? If you are, we could just make it for you.”

“We don’t need your potions,” Titanius replied dismissively, “As much as having extra wood is useful, we have no need for what amounts to quick growing fertilizer.”

Aspen let loose a low growl, believing that the minotaur was purposefully making this difficult. That was when the stag next to him decided to intervene. “Perhaps it would be better to explain what you’re after,” said the ambassador, “If we know what you want, then we might be able to help you in exchange for the release of those you are holding against their will.”

Titanius partially ignored the less than regal stag, but accepted that he was going to have to spell out the minotaur’s purpose here. “King Aspen, are you familiar with the mating rituals of the minotaur?”

“I… have been told how it works, yes.” answered Aspen, having some knowledge of all civilized species in and around Equestria, as it was important for the ruler of a kingdom to at least know their potential threats, “From my understanding, you don’t have your own females, and you have to seek out females of other races to be your mates. I believe I understand what this is about, and I have to say I find it disgusting.”

The other deer in the room silently concurred with the king, especially the does, now in full realization as to what all the other does were intended for in the minotaur’s scheme.

“We don’t pretend that this is some altruistic act, but it is one that has become vital from my kind.” said Titanius sternly.

“I heard that your kind would actually attempt to persuade females to be bred by you,” King Aspen asserted, “Not kidnap and rape them.”

“That was custom, but many of us have found that willing participants have become scarce. The hippogryphs have vanished, the ponies are unwilling, yaks are too difficult to please, and you deer are too reclusive… Our only reliable means to continue our species is to do it by force, and unfortunately for you, your xenophobia makes you excellent targets.”

Aspen and the ambassador looked to one another, and then to the other deer present in the room. The minotaur’s motives were laid bare before them, and it was perhaps the worst thing the minotaur could have been after, short of hunting them for sport. No one here was truly on board with allowing these crude creatures to breed deer, validating the claim the bovines made about it being difficult to convince others to mate with them.

“Have you… already had your way with the does you have taken?” asked the deer ambassador.

“Yes, all of them, and many times,” Titanius said with no hesitation, “Many of my men came here looking for females of breeding age to make their wives and add to their harems, and most have already claimed ones they intend to take back with them to our homelands. I wouldn’t even be surprised if that doe we kept in our camp for these negotiations was knocked up by now. She was fairly attractive.”

“You monsters!” Aspen yelled, outraged, slamming his hands on the table.

“My king, please… remember they have your son.”

Aspen didn’t need to be reminded. It was part of the reason he was so furious.

“To further elaborate,” Titanius continued, “Those who have been claimed have already been impregnated, as my kind are very virile and females who receive our seed are all but guaranteed to be pregnant after just one time. However, those who haven’t been made the brood wife of one of my men have been given potions made by our Antlertean slaves to prevent conception, so they can be taken back to our homelands and sold to other minotaur.”

“I’ve heard enough,” said Aspen, “You are making it clear that you have no intention of returning our females. At this point, it just seems like you’re here to mock us.”

“No, we are here to make a deal,” Titanius replied.

“I beg your pardon, but what deal can be made here?” asked the ambassador, just as bewildered as the king.

“Well…” said Brutus, speaking up for the first time, eyes sliding across the room to look directly at Birch. “You do still have some bitches behind your walls.”

Birch gasped, both at the audacity of what the bovine was proposing, and at the realization that this was the bull that blindsided her and White Rose. “How dare you even imply that we give ourselves to you!”

“Then I suppose you don’t care about the safety of your men?” Titanius said, “We have quite a few, but we honestly don’t need any of them. They are entirely disposable, but if you were willing to comply with us, we might be willing to reunite you with them. This includes the prince we have in our possession, of course.”

Understanding that this was the only way he could get his son back, Aspen at least wanted to hear what the minotaur had to say, “What exactly are your terms?”

“King Aspen, our goal above all else is the continuation of our species. Therefore, if every female of your kingdom within breeding age were to submit to us, and offer their bodies to the creation of minotaur, we would happily cooperate with your species.”

“Would the does have to leave Thicket?” asked Aspen, trying to see if he could somehow push this clearly one sided deal slightly in the deer’s favor.

“Your majesty?!” Every other deer present said in near unison.

“I know this is not a good option, but we have to accept that these bulls have the upper hand here.” Aspen said aloud, “If arrangements aren’t made, we might all be put in chains anyways, as hard as that is to admit. If we are able to get the does here to act as mothers to your spawn though, I don’t see why they would need to be taken from our lands.”

“Go on,” Titanius said, intrigued.

“I propose that we allow the start of your breeding program,” Aspen said, a bad taste forming on his tongue by his mere words, “But you will allow all deer to stay in Thicket and return to their lives, including those you already took from us. When the mothers start giving birth, you can return to Thicket to retrieve the minotaurs they produce, but no deer are to be removed from this city.”

“And are we to assume this arrangement isn’t a one-time event?” asked Titanius, “We want to ensure that our species will never die out, which requires generations of mothers.”

“How about we allow a test run first, then we can adjust the arrangement from there.” Aspen insisted.

“Very well,” Titanius replied, “But then I want something from you, your majesty.”

“What’s that?” Aspen inquired.

“Well as you might have noticed, I do have a particular persuasion towards the males of your race,” said the bull, petting his Antlertean slave stag on the head, who in turn rubbed his face pleasantly on the hand stroking him, “And I feel it would be unfair for your females to have to endure this while their leader didn’t suffer the same.”

“Are you insinuating that the king… allow himself to have sex with you?! Another male?!” said the deer ambassador, “I’ll have you know that we do not practice such things in-”

“It’s fine,” Aspen said, cutting the other stag short, “If you want me to pleasure you, I’ll do it so long as every deer is returned.”

“Your majesty…” said the ambassador, in total shock of the kings willingness to comply with what was simply taboo in their culture.

“But you do realize that we are going to want an act of good faith from you. We expect you to bring the deer you captured back to Thicket before we will allow any of this to happen.”

“We can bring them back here, though we will keep the prince and your captured guardsmen held outside the city until we feel your end of the bargain has been upheld. We might be willing to work with your species, but we won’t be putting ourselves in a position where you could attempt to stab us in the back.”

“Fine, but you’ll have to give us some time to prepare. It’s unlikely I’ll be able to get our remaining females to agree immediately, if at all.”

“We will give you three days to ready your females for the minotaurs,” Titanius said, “At dawn, four days from now, we will come and your females will willingly offer their bodies to whichever of us wishes to use them.”

The vulgarness of Titanius’ statement, as well as the tiny time frame given, gave Aspen pause, “You can’t expect us to be ready in that short of time.”

Titanius smiled, for some reason in a knowingly manner, “I have no doubt that you’ll be able to make the arrangements. In the meantime, we have our own preparations to make, so me and my associate will take our leave. It will be an immense pleasure working with you, King Aspen.” The minotaur went to grab his bag of things from the center of the table, but then changed his mind. “Actually, why don’t you keep it? It will give you an idea of what you’re in for.”

“Men, escort our guests to the gate, but not beyond that.” Aspen commanded, the minotaur’s prior actions telling the deer king that it was not wise to send his people to the bovines’ encampment.

The stags among the guard did as they were instructed, leading the two bulls and their deer companion out of the kingdom, leaving the king, the ambassador, and the female guards behind.

“Your majesty,” Birch started once she believed the minotaur were out of ear shot, “With all due respect, I don’t want to birth a minotaur.” The other does agreed, finding the very concept of a minotaur child being grown in their wombs sickening.

“Fortunately, that is not what I intend to let happen,” said Aspen, “Though we are all going to have to do some things that we’ll find revolting.”

“You have a plan?” asked the ambassador.

“Yes…” Aspen replied, “We will use the barbarians’ lust to stall for now. It does mean that we will have to comply with them for the time being, as repulsive as that is, but then, they should return all the deer to Thicket, as they agreed. We will have every doe use contraceptives for this false act of submission, and then terminate the pregnancy of any who have been impregnated by the beasts after. By the time they can figure out that they’ve been duped, it will be spring and our magic will be at full power, and we will be able to eliminate them without issue.”

This plan, much like this whole process of negotiation, was not met well by those there to hear it. No one had any better ideas though, and could agree that as soon as their alchemical magic was at full power, the minotaur wouldn’t stand a chance. Of course, they could attempt to request the aid of the ponies, beseech the help from Princess Celestia, but with the deer as steeped in their own paranoia of races outside of their own, the thought never even crossed their minds that they might have had an easy out to this whole situation.

Thus, as distasteful as it was, they decided to accept Aspen’s idea, the plan not completely without merit. Plus, if they didn’t attempt it the deer’s other choices were to surrender to the minotaur for real, or refuse and wait for the minotaur to come and take them all anyways. What King Aspen proposed was an uncomfortable compromise, and if it went the way he described, then none of Thicket’s females would have to suffer the burden of birthing a bovine. They’d just endure the affections, if it could be called that, of the creatures for a solitary night.

Three days passed, and Aspen managed to get everything in order for the arrival of the minotaur. It wasn’t easy to convince everyone to go along with Aspen’s charade, but eventually most understood that this was the only way that they’d see their family or friends again without likewise being put in chains.

Perhaps as a side effect of their acceptance, many of the does who would have to participate allowed some of the remaining stags to have sex with them the night before; virgin females wanting their first times to be with a stag, or some simply wishing to have something more pleasant to think of as the minotaur took pleasure from their not so willing forms. After that night of carnal fulfillment, the does all gathers in the snow-covered streets in front of the city gate, each wearing the plainest, yet warmest, garments they owned, and filled with a heavy dose of alchemical birth control. They waited in nervous anticipation for the minotaur’s arrival, none looking forward to the duty they would have to perform for their kingdom, as while the last laugh would eventually belong to Thicket, this day would be remembered as one of great shame in Everfree’s long history.

While the does prepared themselves to give everything to save their home, the stags of Thicket took every last fawn to a remote building, far away from the city gate, to wait out this horrid event. They had no intention of letting the young ones know what was about to happen, nor did they want the minotaur to see one and try to act on their established vile nature. In the deer’s eyes, the minotaur were little more than monsters who would willingly commit any atrocity to satisfy their lust. Demonizing the minotaur to be capable of doing any sinful act was no hard feat for the residents of Thicket.

With these arrangements made, the only male who would be present would be the king himself, his presence demanded by Titanius. He would share the burden of becoming the sexual plaything for a minotaur, but he was certain this disgrace would lead to the liberation of his people from this menace that threatened his kingdom, as well as his son, which was in ways more important to the king. Once they were all safe, Aspen would do everything in his power to eliminate these minotaur raiders for forcing his people down this path, and he would take great pleasure in the task when he did.

The king and the does of Thicket waited for any signs of the minotaur, and as the sun was rising over the horizon, movement was spotted in the Everfree. Seven large masculine figures, one being Titanius, leading six other bovine who were unitedly carrying a sizable black crystalline rock. King Aspen rushed to the gate quickly, to both greet the minotaur and see exactly what they were doing.

“Titanius,” he said from behind the still closed gates of the city borders, “What are you trying to drag into my kingdom?”

Titanius looked at the stag from the other size of the wood crafted bars. “This? It’s just something we need for our little gathering today. It won’t do anything harmful to you or your people, I promise.”

“This was not part of our deal, and this gate will stay shut tight until that thing is far out of sight.” Aspen replied, knowing quite well that evil artifacts were very often black in hue.

“Look, it’s not that big a deal,” Titanius said, “If you insist on not letting it into your city, then we’ll just set it up out here. This doesn’t look very good on you though.”

Aspen didn’t care what the minotaur thought of his resistance towards the stone, as he was adamant about not letting the minotaur bring the dark, foreboding piece of slate into his kingdom. He wouldn’t have even let the thing be placed at his doorstep, but to prevent the minotaur from doing so would have meant opening the gate, and if that happened, the minotaur could simply barge in with the object. So instead, he stared intensely at the other minotaur as they stood the crystal rock up ten feet from the boundary of Thicket.

“Where are the rest of your men?” Aspen asked as the bovines got their stone int place, “And my citizens. I was expecting a lot more than just you seven.”

“They will all be here shortly,” Titanius explained, making sure his fellow bovine were doing their job correctly, “Believe me, they wouldn’t miss this day for all the gold in Equestria.”

As the minotaur positioned their rock, the does became curious and came closer to the gate. Together, all the deer present observed what the minotaurs were doing, with Aspen at the front, ready to deal with any problems firsthand if the bulls attempted something. Together, they watched as the polished crystal wall was stood up, and then watched in bewilderment for the few seconds that passed before something unbelievable happened right before their eyes.

The black rock’s surface suddenly began to ripple like it was made of water, and immediately after, a hoof came out of the crystal and touched down on the snow-covered dirt in front of it. The body connected to the hoof quickly followed, and it was that of a minotaur, a rather sizable dark brown bovine who stood taller than even Titanius by a full foot. This new bovine was dressed in leather armor that covered most of his massive form, though unlike the kind that his kindred wore, his was adorned with gemstones near the neckline, as well as his bracers, and had a small cape off the back of it that came down to the midpoint of his back. This outfit, along with a golden circlet that rested atop this new bull’s brow, gave him a mock appearance of regality to Aspen, as if the bull was trying to display himself as something he most clearly was not.

The dark brown minotaur took a few steps towards Titanius, saying to his fellow minotaur, “So this is the deer’s city of twigs,” loudly enough that the contempt he held for the deer kingdom was noticeable to those on the other side of the gate.

As the two minotaur spoke to one another, another creature passed through the crystal portal. Not a minotaur this time, but a deer like themselves. A yellow-furred doe, with green hair and matching eyes, wearing a miniature cloak made of a red material with white fluff used as trim that nearly went down past her breasts, but hid nothing with its open front, the ends of its neckline tied together with ribbon in the shape of a bow, and nothing else. Every deer of Thicket found their gaze draw to this female, whose physical features made her out to be a woman just having reached adulthood, perhaps the same age as Prince Bramble, yet her stomach was plumped out in indication that she was bearing a child within her.

The doe, despite looking like she should be weighed down by the life growing in her womb, moved lightly on her hooves, practically prancing her way over to the dark brown minotaur. “See Master, we arrived just in time, exactly as I said we would,” said the yellow doe in a manner that could only be called ‘cheerful’ as she took hold of the dark brown minotaur’s arm in her own.

The two minotaur ceased their conversation both looking down at the reindeer with some disdain for her brashness. The doe released her owner’s arm, playfully feigning shock and fear at their attitudes towards her.

“Forgive me, Master, I was just trying to get some praise for my accurate predictions.”

The dark brown minotaur rolled his eyes and gave a snort, before grabbing the yellow doe by her hair, using his hand hold to wrench her whole body to his side by her follicles, telling the doe “I’ll punish you later, Alice”. The way he pulled her by the scalp looked painful, but the doe kept pleasantly grinning through the abusive action, happily standing in silence as her owner continued conversing with Titanius, and even more happily accepted his attention when his grip released and he started to pet her like a common house cat.

Not too long after this, the stone's surface rippled again, and out of it came another minotaur, then another, then another, followed by two Thicket deer lead through the portal in chains leading to collars around their throats, followed by a few Antlertean deer, followed by more minotaur. This continued like this before the eyes of the does behind the city gate, with hordes of bovine and cervids entering the Everfree through this way stone. It was now fairly obvious how the minotaur were able to get through Equestria in order to enact their raid on Thicket, as smuggling such an object through pony lands would be a fairly easy task. How they managed to acquire and use such a thing was still a mystery, but one could guess that it was because of Antlertean magic that the minotaur had access to such a useful object.

Eventually, the oncoming flood of creatures stopped, with there now being more bodies than any of the deer wished to count present. Masses of mountainous beef creatures and their slaves obscured the scenery normally viable just outside the kingdom, separated from by a meager wooden gate that no longer felt like a sturdy means of protection in the face of the minotaur. Upon noticing that no more were coming through, the dark brown minotaur finally excused himself from Titanius, moved his hand from the yellow does’ hair down to her neck, and walked both her and himself to confront Aspen.

“You are the king of these females?” said the brown minotaur.

“Yes…” replied the deer king, his attention split between this minotaur and his yellow doe, now looking much paler than he did before she appeared. “I am King Aspen.”

“I am the leader of this minotaur tribe, and the conqueror of the Antlerteans,” the brown minotaur, proudly declaring his domination of the enslaved deer race, “You make call me by the title those under my rule address me by; Master.”

Aspen didn’t like the idea of calling the minotaur by this title, but his concerns were more focused at the young doe at Master’s side. While Master was an imposing figure, the smiling yellow doe was much more terrifying to the king. With her standing right in front of Aspen, he could not deny what she was; a reindeer. Not just any reindeer either, but judging by the color of the clothing she was wearing, a Gift Giver of the Grove, the very kind of deer he assumed could not be captured and enslaved. Yet she was not only a slave of the minotaur, but appeared to be completely tamed. Was she the kind of Gift Giver reindeer who could see into the future? If so, then her abilities made her incredibly dangerous in the hands of these barbarians.

“As you can see, Aspen, we have upheld our end of the arrangement,” Master continued, “And brought along the citizens of yours that we had enslaved. Now are you going to let us in, or should we assume the deal is off and break your gate down.”

Aspen could see that the minotaur’s leader was not going to show any patience, and with the sheer amount of minotaur here, he could tell that any conflict would end in Thicket’s downfall. At this point, the deer of Everfree were utterly at the mercy of the bovine.

“Don’t worry, Master,” said the yellow doe, “He’ll open it. He knows he has no choice.”

A couldn’t tell if that comment was an observation of the current situation, or if the reindeer was announcing her abilities to him, but she was right. He had no options now, save for surrender. “Give me a moment… Master...” he said dejectedly, now seeing little hope for his people if his assumptions about the yellow doe were true.

Aspen opened Thicket’s gate via his magic, and allowed the tyrannical bovines entrance into his kingdom. The, as of yet, still free does stepped back several feet to allow them room in the town’s main entrance area, but even then the combination of minotaur, Antlerteans, and enslaved Everfree deer spilled outside of the city’s borders.

“Attention, females of Thicket!” Master bellowed, standing at the forefront of his horde, his voice powerful enough to cover the streets of the small kingdom without any aid, “Today marks a great day in the history of your meager settlement! From this day forward, your race will have the privilege of serving the minotaur, your females having the honor of conceiving and birthing our sons, and ensuring that the minotaur race continues for generations to come!”

The minotaur gave a triumphant yell of victory as their tamed deer slaves gave a round of applause, the yellow one adding a few small hops in a show of her excitement. As enthused as the invading force was, those now under their oppression could only display despair for what they assumed was about to happen to them, those who had already suffered at the hands of the minotaur could only send those now in wait for their turn knowing looks of what was to come.

“Now, as a courtesy to you all, before we pair you off with the fathers of your future children, our Antlertean slaves shall prepare your bodies to accept us into them! Know that without these precautions, what you are about to endure would be excruciating and potentially harmful, so it is in your best interests to accept it! A specialist in minotaur breeding will now explain exactly what all you mothers in waiting will have to do, and once finished we shall all move onto the creation of the next line of minotaur!”

Master stepped aside, ending his precise introduction to a swift close. As he moved out of the way, a grey Antlertean female in a lab coat, her every curve on display from behind its open front, took his place.

“Hello, fellow does!” she called out in a loud, but pleasant tone, “My name is Xenia, and I’m here to welcome you to the minotaur breeding program! I’m sure many of you are nervous or afraid, but my associates and I are going to make this as painless as possible! For the next hour or so, we’ll be giving you all injections to make you’re inexperienced holes capable of taking a minotaur’s dick with relative ease, as well as making the experience feel much better than it would otherwise! Now if you all would, please remove your clothing and form ten organized lines over there!”

Murmurs formed in the crowd of Thicket does when told what was about to happen, noticing that a few minotaur were setting up several tables and beds in the middle of the deer city’s streets, things brought to their city through the bovine’s crystal portals. None of them had thought far enough into this to assume that they would need alchemical assistance to have sex with a minotaur, and were now beginning to worry about being drugged by these creatures.

“Do what they ask of you!” Aspen commanded. He too was worried about what these minotaur were planning on injecting into his people, but this was far beyond the point that such worry mattered. Compliance was the only means to avoid enslavement, their only hope being to stick to the plan and get retribution on the minotaur at a later date. “Remember, Thicket’s future depends on your obedience!”

The does hesitated, even at Aspen’s order, but eventually Birch stepped forward, stripping herself down as she made her way to the tables. “All of you, trust in the king!” she prompted the other females, who reluctantly followed by her example.

Aspen watched in silent horror as the does exposed themselves to the world, removing all forms of coverings and tossing them into a pile. Even though he had ordered this, this was a bit much. When he originally made this facade of a deal, he had expected the minotaur to have a bit more tact. What he didn’t expect was for his people to have to flaunt their bodies in public, and to be lined up like cattle to await needles full of some unknown substance. The minotaur were giving the does of Thicket no form of respect, loudly jeering and sending crude comments at the females, turning this already terrible situation into a spectacle for their amusement. The does’ humiliation was evident, as they did their best to cover themselves from the glaring eyes of their soon to be violators, trembling under the weight of their glares, their bodies blushing a deep color of red under their fur.

“Not bad,” said Titanius, making his way to Aspen, his slave stag walking along with him, “But I trusted that you would get these doe in line. Everything is happening as it’s supposed to.”

“Tell me,” Aspen said bluntly, believing that Titanius’ words had more meaning than they were intended to let on, “Master’s slave doe. Did she tell you all of this? Can she see into the future?”

“See into the future?” Titanius laughed, “What would ever make you think that? Do you know something about her that we don’t?”

“No…” Aspen replied. Perhaps he was mistaken of the yellow does’ status as a Gift Giver, or she might have not been one with the power of foresight. She might even have the power, and didn’t share it with the minotaur, but whatever it was, Aspen certainly didn’t want to reveal that power to the bulls if they didn’t know about it.

Instead, he resigned himself to watching the females of Thicket approach the tables to hand themselves over to the Antlerteans. Several of the tattooed deer, both stags and does, helped the helpless does into position, some allowed to lay down on the tables, while others sat upon them, and even more were made to bend over them, as they received a series of needles into their erogenous areas. Not a single one of them went through this without making a sound, letting out small squeaks of pain, or sucking in air through their teeth as the thin, cylindrical spikes pierced sensitive flesh. Before long, the sounds of discomfort were replaced with soft moans, the does gradually succumbing to the doses of fluids shot into them that made their bodies more sensitive, and altered their bodies perception of the now amplified sensations they felt into only arousal.

By the end of her treatment, the guard doe, Birch, was finding herself at odds with her own body. The Antlerteans had pumped her so full of their drugs that even the needles delving deep into her mammaries through the center of her hardened, erect nipples were excruciatingly arousing. Her thoughts tried to maintain the notion that none of this should be turning her on, but it was as if the more she resisted, the more her body sparked to a new, refreshing form of life that she never felt before.

“Feeling good yet?” Xenia asked Birch as she was passing by, acting as an observer as other Antlerteans tended to the injections. “Head spinning in that delightful way it does when one reaches levels of awareness they didn’t think were possible?”

Birch, nearly dazed, put her hands to her face in an attempt to regain control of her senses. “W-What have you done to me?” said the guardswoman, barely keeping control of her tongue as it threatened to slip from her muzzle due to pure, burning desire overcoming her very being. She could practically feel her body going into overdrive to produce a vast amount of female hormones, so plentiful that it was forcing the normally chaste soldier over the edge, and right into an estrus filled state of lust.

“Nothing more than we said we would,” Xenia promised, “The masters want this to be a day to remember for you, and so we’ve made sure that you’ll enjoy yourselves, no matter how rough they are.”

Without warning, the Antlertean doe took hold of Birch’s recently penetrated nipple, giving it a good twist between her fingers before the other female deer could react. This harsh treatment of the tender tit tip caused the vulnerable deer guard a great deal of pain, but at the same time ignited in her a powerful urge. Her heart beat fast, pumping blood through her body, making it incredibly warm in the chilling climate around her.

“Is she ready?”

Both Birch and Xenia turned their heads towards the voice, and saw that Brutus was standing aside the table the deer guard was laying upon.

“Oh, she’s ready.” Xenia said as she gave the nipple a final tug, releasing it in mid pull.

“Noooo…” Birch said, knowing why Brutus was there, and strongly disapproving of what he was trying to do, “Not with you...”

“That’s not up to you,” Brutus said, pressing his hand on Birch’s slender throat with one hand, while placing his other at her crotch as he bent over her prone body.

Without bothering to ask for permission, or so much as giving the deer the courtesy of a warning, Brutus stuffed his thick finger right into Birch’s pussy. The doe wanted to object, but the only noise she could produce as her pussy lips spread apart and a thick object filled her nethers was a deep, lustful moan.

“Wet and wanting,” said Brutus, “Just like a female should be.”

Brutus was about to let loose a laugh at the doe’s expense, but before he could do so much as a chuckle, Birch sent a fist down onto his face as hard as she could. Brutus was unharmed by this, but surprised that she had enough will to resist him in the state she was in.

“You’re feisty, I give ya that.” the minotaur conceded, “But I’m still gonna fuck ya.” Brutus slid the hand at Brich’s throat a bit, pushing her face upwards by the chin. “Get her collar on, I want to start using her now.”

“Right away, sir.” said an Antlertean stag, already holding in his hands a small choker with a metal D-ring on its front. With Birch held down as she was, it was an easy matter for the stag to get the two ends of its clip buckle together.

“There we go,” Brutus said, happy to see Birch wearing the only proper attire a female should have, “Looks good on ya.”

“Fuck… You…” Birch replies, finding it more difficult to concentrate as the chemicals inside her took hold of her body. The mere act of forming words was a difficult task when her mind was flooded with sensations.

“That’s the idea,” Brutus happily replied. Quickly removing his finger from her slit and gripping her waist, he hoisted Birch face down over his shoulder, “So why don’t we find a nice place to settle down and get that womb of yours filled with my cum.”

Birch struggled the best she could, but the only thing that she got for her trouble was a swift slap on the rear, which in her drug-induced state sent a lightning bolt of arousal up her spine. The last thing she did as the minotaur carried her away was let out a loud groan in mixed lust and dismay, a steady stream of fluids starting to flow down her legs as her physical form gave into it’s primal urges.

Aspen watched helplessly as what happened to Birch was repeated with slight variation to each of the does present, with minotaur taking those done with their injections aside to begin breeding. The deer king could only take solace in the knowledge that all their efforts would be for nothing, with the does incapable of conception for roughly a day due to the deer’s own preparations for this event. Still, there was much about this he didn’t like.

“Why are you putting collars on my people?” he asked Titanius, “Our agreement-”

“Has nothing to do with this,” Titanius said, anticipating the complaint, “The neckwear is simply there to separate those who’ve gotten their injections from those who have not. They can be easily taken off by the wearer whenever they want.”

“I suppose… that makes sense.” Aspen replied, noticing that these chokers were just clipped together and made of a material that could be easily cut if need be, unlike the collars that the Antlerteans were wearing.

“As you can see, we are only doing what we have to in order to make this as easy as possible. Even the aphrodisiacs are simply implemented to get the girls in the mood, as I’m sure they were scared about this whole ordeal. There is nothing easy about birthing a minotaur, from the moment we copulate, to the time the child is pushed out, the mother will be, at best, in discomfort.”

“Your slaves don’t seem to mind,” Aspen said, keeping the still smiling and currently pregnant yellow doe following Master in sight around as he decided upon which doe he would be using.

“They have adapted to it,” Titanius answered, “And some are particularly strange when it comes to their breeding, but I must enforce the idea that none of this is pleasant for a female. Some of your females will get lucky, and instead of getting a minotaur, they’ll have a female of your species, but that is why we insist that we continue beyond this singular event.”

“You say that, but you’re not exactly painting this as something we should want to do.” Aspen said frankly, “To ask us to continue this is like asking us to periodically hurt ourselves for no benefit for our people.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Titanius conceded, “But would you rather have me lie to you and say that it eventually becomes a purely pleasurable experience? That somehow being fucked by a dick thicker than your arm won’t come with some degree of pain? While we might resort to dastardly means continue our race, we have decided that the very least you lesser races deserve is honesty when it comes to this.”

Aspen could tell that the minotaur was attempting to display his race with some kind of honor in their actions, but he wasn’t buying it. If they had any honor, they wouldn’t be forcing themselves on the females of other races, and instead would allow their monstrous species to die out before even thinking of that as an option. Aspen would feel no remorse when ridding the world of their vile ilk, and would be doing every other species a favor by doing so, especially in the case of the Antlerteans. Come spring, these minotaur would rue the day they decided to make Thicket a target of their revolting lust.

“Now then, I think it’s time that you upheld your personal part in this agreement.” Titanius said, putting a hand on Aspen’s shoulder. “You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

“No, I remember,” Aspen said, waiting for this moment to come. He was not the type of king to have his civilians and subordinates do something he would not, and since the does were doing their part, he would do his. “Shall I get in line?”

“No need,” Titanius replied, “Sergius here is skilled at giving injections, and we already have all the supplies we need.”

“Where?” Aspen asked, not seeing the minotaur or his slave stag carrying anything needed for the injections.

“Why, back at your palace, of course.” Titanius answered, “If you recall, we left a bag of items behind, and inside it is everything we need. Besides, a royal stag like yourself requires more privacy than these commoners. We’ll do everything in your room, from the preparations to the deed itself.”

“Very well,” Aspen said, honestly not wishing to see any more of the does’ violation, some minotaur already beginning to grope and molest their selected females as their impatience got the better of them, “Let's go and get this over with.”

The three males made their way to Thicket’s palace, Aspen ready to make what he felt was a penultimate sacrifice for his son’s return. Though, he was reminded that this sacrifice was not purely his own, as the cry of the first doe being penetrated on a minotaur’s shaft reached his ears. In some way, all of Thicket was going to suffer for the prince’s folly, but Aspen had accepted that. He just didn’t know to what extent that suffering would be.

Author's Note

Hey everyone. One more chapter until this is all wrapped up. While this was meant to be a story for December, (because christmas and all that) I have seemed to have overextend myself just a bit. I intend to finish this before getting back to other projects though, and will probably be done in a week or so. Until then, I hope you all like this update, and I'll see you all soon.

A Minotaur's Triumph

The castle was empty upon arrival, nary a soul inside it save for King Aspen and his two unwelcome guests. By the time they had made it to the entrance hall, Titanius’ kin were already having their way with the does the three males had left behind, with Aspen able to hear their moans and screams all the way from the city’s gates. Aspen pitied those who were now suffering for the sake of Thicket, knowing that even if they were able to repel the minotaur at a later date, they wouldn’t be able to forget what happened this horrid day. They were not alone though, as the king knew he would also never get over what Titanius had in mind for him. Still, he steeled his nerves and pressed forward to his sleeping chambers.

The group only made one stop beforehand, going to the guard barracks to find where they had placed the minotaur’s things, before heading straight to the bedroom. For the first time in his life, the room gave Aspen a feeling of foreboding, and the deer king felt that once the minotaur was done with him, he’d never be able to sleep soundly in it ever again.

“Not bad,” said Titanius, making his way to the king’s bed. He didn’t even wait for Aspen’s permission before placing his hand on the mattress, giving it a few firm presses, “Yes, this will be the perfect place for us to begin our intimate relationship with one another. Sergius, strip the king of his garments.”

“I can do it myself,” Aspen assured.

“Nonsense,” Titanius replied, starting to remove his own leather armor, casually tossing it to the ground, “I said that you will be disrobed by my slave, and that's how this will happen. Make no mistake, this is not supposed to be a pleasant experience for you.”

“Excuse me?” Aspen said, thrown off by the minotaur’s blunt declaration.

“This is punishment for your failure as a king,” the minotaur reiterated, “Your kingdom, as old as it is, was brought under our hooves in less than a month’s time. We captured your people, your soldiers, and your son. Because of your incompetence, your weakness, or both, we were able to force you into handing over your people to sire our children. If not for our deal, you would all be our slaves. I know this, you know this, and thus part of this deal is your humiliation and discomfort. You will debase and disgrace yourself for me, deer king, else my kind will finish what we started with your helpless city.”

King Aspen bit his lower lip to stifle his words, the matter of fact manner in which the minotaur spoke to him threatening to pull from the deer’s mouth a number of things that would surely not be appreciated.

Obey now, retaliate later, Aspen thought to himself, inevitable revenge being a comforting thought in this dark time.

“Very well,” he said aloud, extending his arms outward at his sides, which the Antlertean took as a sign to begin this undressing, “I’m actually a bit relieved you are being so transparent with this. For a moment I thought you were going to try converting me into homosexuality, or attempt to convince me that your people defiling our females was a good thing.”

“Goodness, no,” said the minotaur as he got to removing his pants, “I have no intentions of sugarcoating this for you, and as I told you before, we don’t see this endeavour of ours to keep ourselves from extinction to be a particularly virtuous mission. And if that is the case…” The minotaur discarded his armor to one of the walls of the room, his bare body completely exposed to the king, displaying his toned backside while his front was pointed to the bed.

“By Master’s horns, is he not the very image of physical perfection,” Sergius said, eying his keeper’s magnificent muscular structure while he slid his hands up Aspen’s shirt, groping at the king’s pectorals as he rubbed his own on Aspen’s back.

“Remember your task,” Titanius reminded the stag.

“Yes, master,” replied Sergius, removing Aspen’s regal shirt from his body, tossing it unceremoniously to the floor before shoving his hands down the crotch of the king’s pants.

The Antlertean, of course, didn’t stop there. Without a bit of provocation, he touched at Aspen’s cock, rubbing the skin surrounding the other stag’s penis in order to coax out the piece of venison hidden within.

“You’ll have to forgive him,” Titanius said while bending over the bed, testing its frame again by pressing down on the mattress as hard as he could, showing off his firm rump in the process, “He hasn’t truly gotten off since his enslavement, and he’s about as pent up as a man can be. If I allowed him, he’d swallow that tiny deer dick of yours whole, just to have some kind of sexual thrill.”

“Must you tease me so, master?” Sergius practically moaned the words in desperation, having moved on to caressing Aspen’s balls in his greedy palms.

Aspen was stunned, body fully tensed at the behavior of the other stag, as not even at times of estrus did the males of Thicket become as sex hungry as Sergius was right now. They were taught to have much more control over their urges, finding sex as something they enjoyed, but also something that was only supposed to be done under a strict set of rules. Aspen was prepared for the minotaur to breech every boundary, but he had expected more decorum from his fellow deer, despite knowing that they had been the minotaur’s slaves for who knew how long.

“Sergius…” Titanius said as he took a peek behind him at what his slave was doing with Aspen, his anger at the deer’s antics growing.

That simple uttering of the stag’s name got him to stop immediately, and almost as if nothing had happened, the Antlertean proceeded to unbutton Aspen’s pants. “Forgive me, master. I forgot that my pleasure is meaningless when it comes to your own.” Sergius apologized at his reprimand, wasting no further time or energy on trivial things. Within seconds the deer king was relieved of every article of clothing, his own impressive physique laid bare, Aspen’s form nearing the pinnacle of perfection for his species. Slender and toned, with hardly any fat visible on him.

“Well looky there. You look like a million bucks.” Titanius joked, his cultural slang lost on the deer king, who hardly even noticed it as he recollected his composure after his groping.

It was only when the minotaur turned around that Aspen was shocked back to reality, amazed at the tower of beef before him. The bull had a truly impressive form, massive with muscles beyond compare for a deer, though not to the point that they were swollen and bulged out abnormally. His skin tightly wrapped around bunches of sinew so compactly woven together that they looked as if they alone could stop a blade from reaching his vital organs if he were to be stabbed.

As if to collaborate with this idea, Titanius bore many scars over his flesh that told stories of the damage he sustained in his lifetime. The deer of Everfree rarely confronted true conflict in their, until recently, safe haven, so their bodies were often without flaws, but this minotaur’s skin was so elaborately painted with mars and blemishes that it could almost be admired as a work of art in how they all came together to make a bigger whole.

Of course, while all of this was eye catching, it only distracted for a moment from the most important part of the minotaur’s anatomy; the sizable dick hanging from the bull’s crotch. It was plump, but not yet stiff, the head pointing at Aspen as its length formed a small arch from the weight of its own head, which at sight looked to be the average size of a deer’s fist. He could sense the flesh ring at his ass tightening, knowing that soon that bulbous ball of bull flesh would make valiant efforts to push through the pitiful defense it would provide against it.

The minotaur sat down hard on Aspen’s bed, its oaken frame creaking against his mass, but managing to hold. “Come to me,” said the minotaur, command filling his voice, “We will start while Sergius readies your medicines.”

“S-start?” Aspen said, showing a small sliver of weakness, his eyes focused on the dick that would soon fill the depths of his anal cavity. At Titanius’ words, the Antlertean was only now heading to the bag that held all the potions needed for a deer to copulate with a minotaur, “But how will it fit without-”

“I’m not going to stuff you just yet,” Titanius explained, “But you can please me with more than just that ass of yours, and I have enough intimate knowledge about your species to know that you aren’t ignorant to fellatio.”

“No… we are not…” Aspen confirmed, taking a step to the minotaur to begin the disgusting task given to him.

The minotaur laughed before the hoof set down, “Nooo…” he said, mockingly, “Not like that. Crawl to me.”

“Why do I have to crawl?” Aspen asked, understanding the reason the minotaur was trying to humiliate him, but also knowing that he was not exactly obligated to play along.

“I suppose you don’t,” Titanius replied, “But my satisfaction in this is key. If I don’t feel like you are doing what you should to make this a pleasurable experience for me, then I will gladly inform Master of your wish to back out of our arrangement.” Aspen gave pause, the threat hitting him with the gravity it was clearly meant to have, “You didn’t believe that you’d just have to endure a short ass pounding to uphold your part, did you? No, you have to prove your commitment to our arrangement, to your people and the minotaur, and that means that you must serve me, the raid chieftain who bested you, to satisfaction.”

Aspen was appalled, but was unsure why he believed the minotaur before him wouldn’t try to coerce him. In order for his future plans to work, the minotaur had to believe that he was loyal to their deal, so without any more protests, Aspen crouched down and got on all fours. It was embarrassing, but Titanius was quite please with his meek actions, as well as the King’s inability to keep his rump from provocatively moving side to side as he came towards him.

“That’s a good deer,” Titanius commented, patting his side to direct Aspen where he wanted him.

The king complied, going to the minotaur’s left side, climbing up his leg while keeping his knees and lower legs firmly planted on the ground. He was now face to flesh with the meat rod he was told to pleasure with his mouth, finding the sex organ to be much girthier than he had first believed now that he had an up close look at it. Like the rest of the minotaur’s body, the penis before him had a collection of scars on it, smaller ones that appeared to be bite and scratch marks. No doubt from prior victims of the minotaur who were not as inclined to obey Titanius’ will like the king. Though Aspen could not believe that things went well to those who inflicted these scars.

“I know that my dick is admirable,” Titanius said, resting his hand upon Aspen’s head, slipping fingers between the deer’s antler rack. “But it you keep staring, we’ll be here all day.”

Aspen felt the heavy hand push him forward, pressing his face right into the dick. The urge to add one more scar to the Minotaur’s collection was strong, but he suppressed it for the time being. He had more pressing matters at hand anyways, like how exactly he going to pleasure the bull. To some extent, he didn’t even want his tongue to touch Titanius’ crotch meat, as he could smell the scent of sex wafting off it even before he had his nose right next to it, a gamey odor that told Aspen that the taste would not be pleasant.

“Could I… urf… perhaps not use my mouth? Surely my hands are enough.” Aspen asked, already knowing better. By now, he really was just trying to delay things as much as possible.

“No need to be shy,” Titanius said, easing up just a bit on Aspen’s head. “Surely you have an idea how this is done.”

The stag did, but not first hand. Back when the queen was still around, back before Bramble was born, she would pleasure him using her mouth. She said that she found it enjoyable, and would employ it often in the bedroom. While not how he usually remembered her, those were still considered fond memories of his dear, departed spouse, and her generous nature. Picturing it in his head, he could still see how she did it, feel her tongue caress his most precious of places. Distasteful as he found it, to please the minotaur he had to recount how she performed, and emulate that to the best of his abilities.

Giving one final heavy sigh, Aspen allowed his tongue to leave his muzzle, starting his given task. He was very hesitant at first, lightly touching the tip of his tongue against the minotaur’s sex. That touch alone was all that he needed to get the powerful taste of salty sweat registered onto his pallet. The king recoiled at the flavor, but recovered quickly an steeled his resolve to do what he had to for Thicket, throwing caution to the wind, running the top part of his tongue across the bulky bovine dick in a quick pass to prove to the minotaur, and on some level himself, that he could do this.

The bitter taste of the minotaur’s penis came to the forefront of Aspen’s senses, the collected dirt and grime that had been on Titanius’ cock now transferred over to the stag’s mouth. Aspen wanted nothing more than to rub his tongue across anything else to remove the flavor he had been made to partake, but against all the urges to do so, he proceeded to lick the bulls shaft with only a shutter of disgust. Several times he did this, lapping at the enormous cock, using his hands to move it about as he ran his tongue from sack to head.

Titanius, pleased with the king’s display of deference, removed his hand from Aspen’s head and let him go at it. The deer king was in no way talented at oral sex, but his determination was all that was required. Despite the distinct lack of talent for the act, there was some titillation to be had from the fact that a king was doing what he could to pleasure a mere soldier, the demure mannerism he was displaying enough to turn Titanius on as he half-heartedly, yet diligently, made efforts to cover his cock in cervid saliva, and the sensations he created each time he went over one of his old slave taming scars were the kind that would make a lesser males moan in ecstasy. With each pass along the neck of Titanius’ penis, it got stiffer, and it took little time at all before Aspen was holding a fully erect cock in his hands as he reluctantly lapped at its undercarriage.

Aspen’s reluctance was fading more and more with each lick he gave, having gone from hesitant to complacent, though not in the least enjoying it. He was simply mimicking the memory of the deer queen, putting himself in her place, emulating as best he could all the things she used to do on his much more manageable sex organ.

Doing all he could to fulfill the role, the stag kept his eyes closed as he imagined what he used to find attractive and thrilling when done to him, repeating them through his own body. Stroking the minotaur’s girth in rhythm of his lick, giving small kisses to it periodically, dancing the tip over the crevices created by the cock’s bulging veins, while adding in small sucks on what parts of flesh he could wrap his lips around. His skills didn’t compare in the slightest to the doe he called his queen, but he hoped his talents were enough to satiate his blackmailer.

“That’s enough,” Titanius finally said, his tone sounding his approval, “Not bad. You’re at least able to do this job right.”

Aspen ignored him, just happy that he had been given permission to stop. His first instinct was to pull away and find something to clean his tongue off with, but he was caught by the arm mid-turn and pulled over Titanius’ knee.

“Not so fast,” said the minotaur, sending a smack across Aspen’s ass, “I didn’t say you could go, just that you could stop licking my dick. Sergius has just finished preparing your medication, so it’s time to take your shots.”

Aspen looked behind him, and found a slightly glowing Antlertean stag walking towards him, a tray full of syringes in hand. Sergius gave the deer king a devious smirk as he approached, knowing that what he was about to do wasn’t going to be pleasant, and taking some small amount of glee in his job. Aspen was likewise aware of what to come, so he turned away, clenched his eyes closed once more, gritted his teeth, and awaited the inevitable prick.

“Go on Sergius,” Titanius said, grabbing one of the deer king’s ass cheeks, pulling it away from the other, “Stick it in deep.”

The Antlertean was happy to obey, carefully, but firmly, thrusting his medical instrument into a spot right next to the king’s anus. Aspen could feel the sharp needle brush against his O-ring as it stabbed into very vulnerable and sensitive bits of meat. He managed to stay silent and still though, his pride as a king greatly aiding him as he endured the sting.

Aspen had to feel the sharp penetration of metal piercing his ass several times more, each time followed by the sensation of foreign fluids flowing into his veins. He had maintained his composure throughout it all, even when Sergius sent one of the thin spikes right into his urethra, but after all the injections he felt very strange. He could tell that his emotions had been compromised, his body suddenly feeling very warm, his arousal hitting an all time high as the drugs in his system simulated a level of heat in him he had never been to in any prior mating season. It was his will alone that made it possible that he didn’t completely succumb to the intensity of it all, but that didn’t prevent his body doing what biology commanded of it. As he tried to endure what was happening, still laid across Titanius’ lap, he found that his penis had become achingly stiff, and that his anus had developed a slight spasming habit, which was something not natural for the king, completely set upon him by the chemicals swimming through him.

The intense heat came with other powerful sensations, as the world itself suddenly became incredibly harsh. With what little thought capacity he could spare, he wondered if the does were going through this same agonizing ordeal, or if those that had been captured before had to put up with these accursed drugs.

“Having trouble?” Titanius questioned, watching even the mighty ‘Heart of the Forest’ being reduced to a panting, horny, subdued version of his true self.

Aspen flinched as the minotaur spoke, those two simple words impacting the buck as if the minotaur had physically struck him, “I… just need… a moment...” he replied to the minotaur, but also to a bit of doubt that was starting to form in his mind.

This kind of enhancement of one’s perception was intolerable, but Aspen could tell that was entirely the point. The minotaur was playing a game with Aspen, seeing if he would crack under pressure, and while he understood that the conditions of this trial was near impossible to overcome, he would do so just to spite the minotaur. If he didn’t, it was quite possible that Aspen’s very psyche could become scarred in such a way that he’d never have the willpower to fight against these invaders later on, and his people truly would become nothing more than a race of breeders for the minotaur to manipulate.

Seeing how much the deer was struggling to concentrate with his newfound sensitivity, Titanius decided to give him something to focus on. With a quick lick of his index finger, he made his move to test if the elasticity potion had taken effect, and to give Aspen the same anal treatment he had given to the prince every night since his capture.

Without a word of warning, Titanius brought his slickened finger to the flesh hole located just beneath Aspen’s tail, and pushed it in with zero hesitation. Aspen released his first cry when penetrated in an elongated groan, squirming in agony on the minotaur’s lap, a hand pressed down on his shoulders the only thing that kept him in place. The king’s posterior had been poked so many times during his injections that everything was sore, and the way his virgin passage was being expanded only served to renew the pain that had just barely faded from his consciousness.

Yet, while Aspen perceived all the pain he should have from a sizable object being mercilessly shoved into a place that never should have been entered, he could feel something else growing inside him. As that finger was slid deeply inside, moved about in a motion that surely the bovine’s dick would be repeating later, an unnerving sensation of pleasure started to come to Aspen’s awareness. It was small, but distinct enough that he couldn’t ignore it, building up in his colon, spreading to the dick and sack nearby as things went on. Aspen knew it had to be the drugs causing this, and tried to push these feelings out of his mind with every ounce of his will he had.

“You had better relax,” Sergius said, taking notice of Aspen’s resistance, “It’s not good to fight the drugs. Just let them run their course, and everything will be much better for you.”

The Antlertean’s suggestion only confirmed to Aspen his belief that he had to stand strong, as he didn’t trust a servant of the minotaur to give earnest advice. “I’m… fine…” Aspen replied, dismissing the other stag as a co-conspirator against him.

“You heard the stag,” Titanius said, pulling his finger out of Aspen’s butt, then slipping his arms beneath the stag’s body, effortlessly picking up the lithe deer king as he stood, “Let’s get this started.”

Turning on spot, the minotaur dumped the king onto his royal bed by allowing him to roll out off his forceps. Aspen’s world spun, but came to a shift and sudden stop when he landed on his familiar, comfy mattress. The disorientation put into the stag an incredible feeling of vertigo, so much so that he felt he was falling in some undetermined direction, despite his front pressing against the mattress beneath him. Only when the minotaur climbed on the bed, planting himself on top of Aspen by straddling his back, the bull’s sack resting heavily on the path of his spine, did the deer feel secured.

Titanius wasted no time in his next objective, grabbing Aspen by the antlers as he said to his Atlertean slave, “Give me his collar.”

“Yes, master.” Sergius said, having already returned to the bag to retrieve a piece of golden, jewel encrusted neckwear, more akin to a necklace than a collar, composed of many segmented plates connected end by end, with the two parts of a clasp on either side of the item. The tattooed stag graciously handed it to his owner, who then moved to put the object where it belonged.

Before Aspen could even register what was happening, his head was jerked backwards by a mighty hand clutching one part of the rack atop his head. This caused him a great deal of discomfort, but at the same time he found the pain he received mixed with a small sensation of pleasure, a similar kind that he had felt in his ass moments prior. Caught in a daze of feelings and emotions, he could hardly resist as Titanius wrapped the golden necklace around his neck, and clipped the two ends together to form a loop around the deer king’s throat.

“There,” Titanius stated proudly, “Now you look like a proper deer.”

“Let go of me!” Aspen said, the piece of metal hanging from his neck not being a priority. The way the bovine was tugging at his antler, the strain being put on them made it feel like the bull could break them at any moment.

“Fiiinnneee,” Titanius replied playfully, “Sergius, get the king a pillow.”

The Antlertean once more obediently followed his master’s instructions, knowing exactly what the requested item was for. Quickly he moved to the head of Aspen’s bed, took the plushest pillow he could find, and set it right underneath the other deer’s chin. As soon as it was in place, Titanius stopped his pulling, and went to pushing instead. With the deer king already trying to go against the muscular bovine, his face was thrust right into the cushion. Aspen, still resisting, attempted to push against the head now forcing his hand down, but he found that he could get nary a budge from Titanius. The minotaur was simply too strong for a deer, even one as powerful as Aspen, to move by sheer physical strength alone.

“Relax…” Titanius said, keeping Aspen’s face pressed firmly into the pillow, knowing that he wouldn’t smother the deer because the shape of Aspen’s mouth would allow him to breathe from its corners if need be, “We’re gonna start now, and once its all over, your part of our arrangement will be done.”

Aspen still found it difficult to truly relax, despite being told to do so several times now, but he found it easy to go still. One way or another, the minotaur was gonna have his way, which was something that he accepted from the start. His resistance only came about because the minotaur insisted on handling him roughly, with no concern if an action hurt or not, but now he had to accept the poor treatment, if only to have it end quickly.

Seeing Aspen’s cease his struggling, Titanius lifted his hand up from the deer king’s head, scooting himself back so the male underneath had his tight rump in front of his bovine cock.

“Keep your face down in that pillow,” Titanius demanded, “You may scream all you want, which you will, but I don’t want to hear anything but muffled moans come from that muzzle. If I do, I’ll be glad to further explore oral more indepthly with you in order to maintain your silence.”

Aspen could very easily picture what the minotaur meant by this, deep-throating being yet another thing the former queen had performed on him. Not wishing to know what that felt like from the other side, the stag buried his face down into his pillow the best he could, then waited for the inevitable pain that would come when the minotaur began his final humiliation.

Watching the deer king hide his face from what was to come made Titanius incredibly happy. A smirk had been plastered on his face all throughout, but now it had become a full toothed grin as he grabbed the stag by the hips to lift his rump into fucking position. Aspen was the pathetic leader of an inferior species in his eyes, and this was right where he belonged. His ass was not fit to sit upon a throne, and should only ever be propped up in waiting for a minotaur cock to be stuffed inside it.

Had Aspen been a worthy ruler, his people would not be in position they were now. He would have attempted a full on attack the moment they located the minotaur’s camp, even if there was a possibility of failure. Had he truly been respectable, his son wouldn’t have become the sexualized plaything to the very minotaur about to wreck his rectum. The so called ‘king’ hadn’t even inquired about his son yet, perhaps too cowardly to hear the truth that he already knew upon learning what purpose the deer served to the minotaur. To Titanius, this was not the behavior of a ‘king’. Blackthorn, a deer he had been using as a cock sleeve for weeks now, bore more traits as a leader than this weak piece of ass. The guard captain’s resistance, while insufficient, at least was real, unlike Aspen’s false bravado. Now it was time to show the king of deer where he really stood.

Titanius, now thoroughly aroused, took his still spit slathered shaft in hand, keeping a hand on Aspen’s hips as he guided it to its destination. At the mere touch of the bulls head, the deer king clenched his anus and clasped the pillow tightly to his face. More signs of weakness for the minotaur, which only served to encourage him to proceed. With the drugs making Aspen’s lower hole as stretchy as a rubberband, all it took was a steady shove to open the path to pleasure.

Aspen yelled unrestrained into his pillow, the world becoming an intense fire originating from his now deflowered rectum. The minotaur gave him little mercy when pushing inside, only restraining himself enough that he didn’t cause something to tear, regardless of Aspen’s chemical assistance. With the way his senses were being enhanced, it felt like a tree trunk was being pushed through him, devastating all that was in its wake. The stag had to take several deep breaths between screams, but otherwise didn’t stop the entire time, with the minotaur likewise not stopping until he pushed in so deeply that his hips pressed into Aspen’s regal rear.

Once Titanius established himself inside the furthest reaches of the deer king’s hole his shaft could reach, the minotaur took a moment to reflect on his accomplishment. Another virgin ass wrapped around his cock, another deer put into his place, and another lesser male giving him pleasure while getting little in return. This was far from the first time that the minotaur had reveled in his more sadistic nature, but this was the first time he was able to do so on someone of such high standing. Aspen, even as he howled into his pillow and reflexively squeezed his stuffed innards around Titanius’ sex organ, knew not the full extent of the punishment he would receive, but the bull was happy to give him his first taste.

Gripping the stag’s hips in his powerful hands,Titanius created some space between his hips and the deer’s backside. Just a few inches, pulling himself out of the warm pocket of Aspen’s rump only slightly, the space between the inner wall of the stag’s ass and his penetrator's girth so minuscule that the stags intestines unintentionally gripped it. This caused the flesh tubing to be pulled out past the skin ring that usually kept it inside, turning what was once a tightly sealed hole into a small mound.

Aspen screamed as he felt part of his insides being pulled out of him, feeling fresh air touch a part of him that had never felt the sensation prior. Luckily, the grip his intestines created wasn’t that strong, and released quickly before his insides went prolapsed completely. The king of Thicket had nary a moment to appreciate his, comparatively, good fortune though, as Titanius shoved himself right back inside, not bothering to ease it in on his second go. This caused the pulled out piece of flesh to be pushed back in, but when the bull pulled out again a second later, that bit returned to the open world as well.

With his second thrust, Titanius went right into the proper fucking of his chosen victim. Each thrust in was immediately followed with a pull out, the sturdy bed frame beneath the two men shaking with the bovine’s aggressive motions. Titanius pushed as far as he could each time, the impact of flesh hitting flesh filling the room with slapping sounds that interrupted the bull’s pants and grunts, as well as Aspen’s muffled moans. The head of his dick repetitively bulldozed a path for the rest of his length to follow, grinding against and pushing out of the way anything that dare to go near it, and it didn’t take long for the tunnel it traveled to swell from his abusive force, which only served to make the pleasure Titanius felt all the greater as the puffed up passage constricted him in all directions. Titanius was, without exception, taking from Aspen every form of pleasure he could desire, on both physical and psychological levels.

Aspen, on the other hand, was getting the exact opposite from this experience. While a noticeable amount of pleasure was present, he loathed every torturous jab of the bovine’s bulk delivered to his defenseless insides. Not only was a part of him that should have never been outside the confines of his body being made to do just that, but when the much larger male drove into him, it caused a portion of his stomach to bulge out into a moderately sized bump just to make room.

Aspen had regretting agreeing to the minotaur's deal from the moment he accepted it, but experiencing the minotaur's affections cemented that this was a terrible interaction he would have avoided if possible, his body already attempting to to squirm away from Titanius on its own, only to find that the bull stuck himself far too deeply, and held onto him far too firmly, for it to effectively retreat from the bull. The king took to chewing on his pillow to distract himself, and when that failed to work he bit down into his forearm in hopes that the pain from it would allow him to ignore the agony of internal organs shifting around to accommodate the one assaulting his once sacred hole.

The bovine did many things in his determination to use the king to the full extent of their agreement. He would randomly slow down or speed up his pace, shift his position to stab into the deer at a different angle, turning the deer king on his side to change the way his shaft entered Aspen’s hole. Titanius had complete control of the situation, with Aspen incapable of escape and the chemicals inside him growing stronger as time went by. The stag did the best to fight mentally against all the dick inside him made him feel, but it was impossible to hold out forever, and never before did he feel as defeated and ashamed as when his own body betrayed him, going into an orgasm more powerful than any he had been brought to prior in his life. As an unstoppable string of cum bursts erupted from his deer dick, the king could only hang his head while his body continued to bounce with each push from Titanius’ relentless thrusting.

Eventually, the stag’s own cock went from being just painfully erect, to rock hard and moist from his own sexual fluids, a mixture of pre-cum and semen slathering his penis as he was forced into climax many times. The internal path the bull kept traveling through became partially numb, the pain still fresh in Aspen’s thoughts, but ceased. All he could feel were the movements, along with the chemical induced pleasure that had gotten so strong that each thrust from the minotaur made all his senses blank out for a split second, merely from being overloaded with stimulus.

To make matters worse, no matter how hard his anal muscles clenched to Titanius’ shaft, or if he participated or not, the bovine simply would not cum. His stamina and self control was unparalleled, Aspen himself unable to sustain the act of sex for as long, and him knowing from word of mouth that he was an exemplary partner when it came to bedroom matters. The bull was a machine though, and if not for his cock being so monstrously large, would easily be able of satisfying a score of females before reaching his own climax.

“ARRRGGGHHH!!!” Aspen yelled, the enclosure of his bedroom filled with the pained howls of another climax.

Aspen's guts might have lost the ability to feel the agony, but his testicles were still able to feel sensation, and after so much activity was incredibly sore. It was like he had strained a muscle, but it was beyond his control to not exacerbate the damage further. A large part of him just wanted this sexual torment to end, as it had gone on for hours, or at the very least felt that way the deer king, but by now Aspen was too exhausted to end it himself. He couldn’t even focus enough to cast a spell, not with his brain full of endorphins and jolts of agony.

“I bet by now you’re wanting me to finish, aren’t you?” Titanius said, noticing for a short while that Aspen was barely keeping conscious, drool dripping from the deer’s mouth and tears streaming from his eyes as the stag laid there and took what the bovine wanted to give him, “But you’ve yet to do what you must to satisfy me.”

Aspen’s ears twitched, his body finding some new life at what the minotaur said. There was something he could do to bring this to a close, and he had just been neglecting to do it all this time. “Please…” Aspen begged between thrusts from the large male who was stomach deep in his ass, “What is it…”

“You must be honest, vocally honest, with yourself about your inferiority when it comes to me.” Titanius explained, stopping his persistent pumping as he did. “Surely by now you can tell that I am more of a man than you will ever be. I’m stronger, more willful, and have the sexual stamina of a well aged dragon. I know it, you know it, but I want to hear you say it. Tell me you are weak”

That was what the minotaur was waiting for all this time; for Aspen to acknowledge and accept his inferiority to the minotaur. Aspen really didn’t believe that Titanius was in anyway better than him, as the only reason the bull could do this to him in the first place was because of their agreement, because Aspen allowed it. However, a declaration of weakness did not have to be legitimate. It could be as fake as their deal, full of nothing but the deer king’s most hollow of words.

“Yes…” Aspen said, his voice croaking a little from dehydration, most of the water in his body used up in his sperm, sweat, and tears, “You’re better than me. No, all minotaur are better than me. My body, as well crafted as it is, could never compare to your strength. From what I’ve seen, all deer are simply outmatched by the natural physique possessed by you bovine.”

“That’s a good start,” Titanius said, accepting the praise towards his race, “But what about our prowess when it comes to combat?”

Aspen really couldn’t give an honest opinion on that topic, even if he wanted to. From Birch’s account, the minotaur used surprise tactics to overwhelm those who went after them, and he could only assume that this was how his other guardsmen were captured when he made his one attack attempt. Still, the minotaur only wanted praise, so this didn’t matter.

“You’re… ah… kind have thoroughly defeated every skilled fighter of my… uuuggghhh… kingdom,” the king said while Titanius built up his pace once more, “Surely the minotaur… haaaa… Surely they are the greatest combatants Equestria has ever seen.”

“And what of our dicks? How do they compare to you deer?” Titanius asked, leading his example of topic choice right into Aspen’s ass as painfully slow as he could without outright stopping.

“Ohhhhhh… They are large!” Aspen admitted, knowing a great deal about this particular subject, “The size of them would dwarf any stag’s in comparison. It… URK! I-It is an embarrassment to even be called male in the presence of such a powerful sex organ!”

“An embarrassment?” Titanius gave a chuckle, “I suppose that’s true. You stags aren’t very deserving of your status as males, or your right to breed your does. It is only fitting that they, from this point on, act as the mothers of minotaur.” The minotaur was quite please with Aspen’s show of submission, and rewarded the deer by finishing his slow insertion off with a sudden push the rest of the way in.

“YES!” Aspen said, feeling a jab to his gut as he had when this all started. The numbness in him was starting to fade, and feeling was returning to his colon. This was not a good thing, and meant that if he didn't finish this quickly, his reality would once more turn into waves of anally induced suffering. “We deer exist only to serve the minotaur now! Our women are your breeding slaves, our men your loyal servants! Just please! Cum already!”

“What a pathetic worm…” said Titanius, his giant bovine heart racing in his chest. This disgrace and self deprecation was exactly what he wanted from the king, and it turned him on to no end. Using his massive strength, he forced Aspen back onto his front, leaned over the much tinier males form, and without warning grabbed both his antlers in either hand. “This is exactly what you were born for. Not to rule, but to be ruled over as the worthless slut deer you are!”

The minotaur drove himself into the deer king’s flesh hole with a great deal of force, slamming into the tight ass of the smaller male so hard that the wood frame of Aspen’s bed finally gave way and broke. The two males had a short plummet as the mattress they were upon fell to the floor, but this didn’t deter Titanius one bit. He simply continued with thrusts that threatened to damage the king’s insides, regardless of the drugs he had been given.

“Wait! NO!” Aspen yelled, fear covering his every thought as Titanius fucked him with the force of a raging stampede, all the while holding on tightly to the rack atop the regal deer’s head, pulling back with each push in.

Aspen was, at that moment, as helpless as he had made himself out to be when lying to the minotaur. Outmatched in raw power, unable to think of a way of avoiding his aggressive anal assault, and little more than something to serve a minotaur’s desire for pleasure. It hurt, both his body and his pride, and he was beginning to worry if he’d even survive what the bull was doing to him.

Then the king heard his violator let loose a bellowing groan, felt a final thrust slam down on his backside, and the warm flow of a thick liquid pour into his depths. Aspen joined Titanius in his noises of ecstasy, his own moans of anguish and, to some extent, relief. His body ached, his pride was battered, but he had made it through to the other side. It would take some time to recover from this point, but now he could make steps to liberating his people from these barbarians… Just as soon as he was allowed a day or two of rest.

Believing his ordeal to be over, Aspen’s body collapsed under his own weight, every muscle going limp, yet the deer king remained awake and aware. He assumed that this was another effect of the drugs, as there were several times he felt he should have blacked out during the session of savage sex. At first that didn’t matter to him, as merely being able to relax would have been enough, but then he noticed something off.

Despite his body giving out, his head was still upright, with him looking directly at a wall in front of him. For the first few seconds, he had no clue how this was possible, as he certainly wasn’t holding his head up himself, but then he remembered what the minotaur had done just before the finale.

“That ass of yours isn’t half bad,” Titanius said, hands still holding the stag’s antlers, “Was it good for you too?”

The minotaur tilted the antlers in his grasp back and forth a few times, simulating a nod from the exhausted deer.

“Please… Stop…” Aspen begged, still able to somehow speak, “I’m… spent…”

“Of course you are,” said Titanius, “You’ve just had your ass pounded by a minotaur for the first time. Even some of the Antlerteans have trouble staying conscious after sex with us, and they’re experienced. Despite you being a mostly dead fuck the whole time, your body was pretty enjoyable. So much so, that I actually think you deserve a reward.”

“Noooo…” Aspen replied, knowing no reward the minotaur could offer would actually be rewarding.

“I insist,” Titanius turned his head to look at Sergius, who had been sitting patiently while watching the two males for the duration of their intercourse, “Get this buck ready.”

“Right away, master.” Sergius got up, grabbing a filled syringe from his lap as he got to his hooves. Without wasting a moment, he briskly walked over to the suspended head of the deer king, and stuck the needle into the thin layer of skin covering Aspen’s skull.

Aspen couldn’t feel the needle enter, his nerves shot in his current state, but he could tell what was happening, and he didn’t like it. “What…?”

“What is it?” Sergius said, assuming that was the question Aspen was going for. “Just a bit more of the ‘feel good’ drug that gives you pleasure when you feel pain. Trust me, you’re gonna need it.”

The Antlertean couldn’t have been serious. The minotaur wanted to go again!? Aspen couldn’t believe that after all they had done, Titanius still had that kind of sexual stamina inside him.

“I can feel that heart beat of yours speeding up,” said Titanius, able to feel the blood pumping organ through his cock, which he had yet to remove for Aspen’s hole, “I bet you think that I’m gonna fuck you again. Well… yes, but that’s not your reward.”

“Then… what is…” Aspen replied, not sure he really wanted to know.

“I’m going to tell you a secret,” Titanius answered, “A big one, and one you wanted to know.”

What is he talking about? Aspen thought to himself, What secret does he have that I’d want to know?

“You remember that yellow doe you asked about back at the gates?” Titanius said, the words crawling out of the bovine’s throat like a sinister snake preparing to deliver a lethal strike.

Oh no… Aspen thought, his being filling with dread. If the minotaur was bringing up her, then the deer king could only think of one thing that could mean.

“I lied earlier,” Titanius continued, pulling his dick out of Aspen’s rear just enough to let a bit of his cum spurt out, “Turns out she does get visions of the future, and she has told us soooo much about you all. She told us where and when to set up our attacks and ambushes.” Titanius plowed his cock in Aspen once again, the force of it causing more of the sperm inside the stag to spurt out. “She told us that you’d try and hole up in your city, and that it would lead to your son trying to save those we took.” Pulling out his now jism covered cock again, Titanius made another thrust, which brought back just enough life into Aspen that he could sound his dismay at what was happening to him, “She told us that you’d keep sending your people to be captured and enslaved by us, until you had no choice but to make a deal.” Titanius sent his dick inside the king one more time, hitting hard against the two bumps of lean meat that made the deer’s butt. “But that’s not all she told us…”

“Please… no… don’t…” Aspen said, nearly to tears at his worst fear being confirmed. The reindeer knew Thicket’s every move before they made it, and had for some reason conspired with the minotaur to bring Thicket under their control. He had no idea why a Gift Giver would do such a thing, but perhaps to her this was simply destiny.

The deer king waited for the next thrust to come, but instead felt warm breath hit his ear as the minotaur got close. “And she told us about your plan to betray us…”

Aspen’s heart was pounding in his chest, mind racing with thoughts about how doomed his kingdom was from the start, and how in danger he was at that very moment. His body filled with adrenaline, giving him what little energy it could spare in an attempt to save him from fate. Instinctively, he knew what he had to do; he had to attack. His magic was enough that it could easily destroy one such as Titanius, and then he could escape. What he did from there, he wasn’t sure, his thoughts focused purely on fleeing, reassuring itself that if he did that there was a chance to some day save Thicket and those under his protection.

Putting the last of his energy into a spell, the powerful magics held within him flowed up into his antlers, which functioned as a focus for him much like a unicorn’s horn did for them. It would take only a couple of seconds to prepare the spell, and another to fire it once he faced the minotaur looming over him. It would have been a simple task… had the minotaur not already held a firm grip on the pointed pieces of bone in anticipation for this moment.

Paying close attention to the deer king’s every action, Titanius spotted instantly when his antlers came to life with magic. He hadn’t needed to wait this long, but he wanted to. He wanted to show Aspen that he never had a chance against the minotaur, and that even a last ditch attempt that he put everything into was nothing more than a fruitless endeavor. Caring not what damage would come to him, his scarred body being a record of all the times he had allowed a slave to harm him in a vain act, Titanius gripped down on the pair of antlers with all his might, partially crushing the pointy bits of bone with the full might of his grasp alone.

Aspen felt cracks form in his antlers, and howled in immense agony. The nerves within his now ruined rack were set ablaze, the magic channeling through it now coursing uncontrollably into parts of the bone appendages they were never supposed to go. Yet, as sheer anguish was brought to Aspen, so too was an amazing sensation of rapture. Pleasure unlike any he felt before, joining the pain inflicted upon him in matching volumes. Of course, this was what the last injection was for, a final insult to this unavoidable defeat, to be forced to partake in immense and perverse pleasure as his people fell from their ancient and revered place in history, and were brought low.

With the soon to be ex-deer king howling in pure ecstasy and agony, Titanius chose to finish what he begun. With he too feeling pain from the mana pouring from Aspen’s antlers, the minotaur gritted his teeth and bore it as he pulled the two bone structures atop the cervid’s head in opposite directions from one another. The already damaged branches cracked under the pressure of the minotaur’s might, and soon broke off entirely when the strain became too much.

The forcible removal of the antlers caused the magic channeling through them to be released entirely, exploding out of the tiny stumps that were left atop Aspen’s head. This simulated for Aspen something he had never felt before, a phenomenon of magical discharge that happened to unicorns and alicorns during sexual climax called a ‘horngasm’. This was not natural for a deer, but because of the circumstances that happened, Aspen was able to feel the immense pleasure that came when ones magic was uncontrollably released, all of it sent directly into his brain, and amplified by the drugs given to him. Every muscle in his body clenched, and with one last primal cry, Aspen announced the fall of his kingdom with the most powerful orgasm he would ever receive in his life, collapsing on the remains of his destroyed bed as his world turned to black and his kingdom came to an end.

For some time after, the only sound in the royal bed room was the labored breaths of the minotaur that had brought a king low. From what the reindeer had told him prior, everything had happened as it should have, but having actually experienced it first hand was a little more than he could process. The chaos of that magical explosion was something unlike anything any creature in Equestria had ever witnessed prior, Titanius' heart pounding and hands stinging as Aspen laid unconscious beneath him. It was a thrill like none other, a once in a lifetime event.

The first words to be spoken in the room after the decimation of the deer didn’t come from the minotaur, who was far to stunned to speak, but instead from Sergius as he came out from a chair he was using as protection.

“A-are you ok, master?” he asked, poking his head out into view.

This brought Titanius out of his thoughts, prompting him to finally pull his dick out of Apsen and toss aside the broken antlers he was still holding. “I’ll be fine,” he said, his hands bearing burn marks from Aspen’s wild magic, “But I’m gonna need that burn ointment from the bag.”

“Right away, master.” said Sergius, already on his way to retrieve the bag itself to bring it closer to where the other two males were. “So did you get what you wanted out of this?”

“Victory, domination, and the opportunity to strip a lesser male of his power. Yes, I am quite satisfied in how this all turned out.” Titanius said, before flinching in pain from the searing he felt in his hands.

“I wish you’d take better care of yourself,” Sergius said, getting ointment and bandages from the bag, “I know you like to have your slaves leave marks commemorating their enslavement on you, but one day you’re gonna get hurt really bad.”

“Yeah… I understand your concerns,” Titanius replied, having been stabbed and exploded in the course of a mere month, “Perhaps it is time I took your advice… even if it was you who started this tradition.”

“That was a lifetime and several dozen slaves ago, master.” said Sergius as he started tending to his owner’s freshly made wounds. “So what are we going to do with him?”

Titanius looked to Aspen, to whom Sergius was referring to. “Is he okay?” The reindeer had said that Aspen would not die from this encounter, but after that explosion of magic, the minotaur was questioning her prediction.

The Antlertean took a moment to check on the Thicket deer, “He’s breathing, just unconscious. Amazing after all he has gone through.”

“Yeah, we’ll have to make sure he’s kept under lock and key.” said the bovine, knowing that antlers did grow back, and thus Apsen could regain his power if he ever had an opportunity to regrow them. “Of course, that’s why we brought all that other equipment we’ve yet to use.”

“Do you want me to lock him up after I tend to your wounds?” asked the Antlertean, assuming that was the next logical step.

“Let him rest for a while. He’s no threat as he is, and whatever dream he is having is the last taste of freedom he’ll ever get.” Titanius leaned back against one of the posts of the broken bed frame, and let his slave stag cover his hands in soothing ointment. “It’s a shame though. If he didn’t plan to break our agreement, we would’ve made a real deal with them.”

“Of course you would’ve.” Sergius said dismissively.

“Hey, we made a deal with the gryphons.” Titanius replied, wanting to give his stag a disciplinary slap on the head, but knowing that at that moment it would hurt him more than it did the deer. “I can’t fault the guy for wanting to bump heads with fate, but he did it in the most cowardly way he could think of. He might’ve even drove us out if he just fought us from the start, but now every deer of this kingdom will become our slaves.”

Titanius said this, but he knew from the start that this was going to be the outcome. The reindeer’s predictions always came true, and the minotaur didn’t attack until they knew exactly how the scenario played out. When it came to helping in acquiring new females for breeding stock, Master’s pet was the gift that kept giving.

Epilogue: Aspen

The day passed in the Kingdom of Thicket, and just as the minotaur’s conquest started with the rising of the sun, it came to a close with its setting.

“Do we have him secured?” Titanius asked his Antlertean slave, looking out the window at a orangish-purple sky, the evening giving way to twilight.

“I think so,” Sergius said, tugging on a few chains wrapped around his master’s neck and torso, finding none of them loose, “Snug as a stag in a bag.”

The ends of the chains all led to one thing, and that was the conquered deer king, who was now dangling at chest height in front of the minotaur. With a clever use of bondage, Aspen’s light form had been bound to his new master in a quite literal fashion, being turned into a living decoration that adorned the larger male’s body.

A lavish set of shackles, made with cuffs of a polished green leather connected together with links made of a shiny, silvery steel, attached wrist to wrist so to loop Aspen’s arms around Titanius’ neck, the stag hanging from the mass of muscle between the minotaur’s head and shoulders like a pendent, his own head resting at Titanius’ collar bone. Another silver chain went around the minotaur’s waist, circling around the bull’s back, both ends of it connected to a large golden metal cuff that now wrapped around Aspen’s own waist in ordered to keep his body in place. From there, the defeated king’s legs were forced to his stomach, the thighs and calfs pulled close together with leather bands on them of the same color as the ones at his wrists, each leg individually connected to its separate parts by one single silver link. The two were then pulled into a spread by a much longer set of chain lengths, a pair of metal links that went up from the cuffs wrapped around Aspens thighs, around his torso in the space between his back and the minotaur’s abs, and ended on the back half of either side of the necklace that Titanius gave to him as a collar. With it that way, Aspen was forced to both hold his legs apart and up to his chest, lest he strangle himself merely by their weight.

These restraints kept Aspen in humiliating pose, held in a manner that the minotaur could effortlessly carry him around, the deer’s body fully exposed, but were not the only devices that the deer king had been inflicted with. The minotaur had saw fit to give him several ‘gifts’, as he put it, the first of which being a unique cage for his penis. Unlike those that most other stag slaves of the minotaur wore, this one had the appearance of an actual cage, made of two seperate pieces of a frame composed of bars, locked together and bent downwards to keep its contents from ever going fully erect. The inner parts of the frame was laced with dull spikes, the same kind that were within Blackthorn’s caging, and the ends of the two parts formed a small ring at the point were the tip of the deer’s dick was, which was currently holding in place the minotaur’s second gift, a sounding rod tipped with a small orb made of glowing crystal.

The rod was an item of Antlertean design, with several crystal orbs going across its length. Once the orbs were charged by one of the tattooed deer’s magic, the rod would lightly vibrate and induce stimulation to the one it was inside of, which was problematic for Aspen as his own was long enough to fill his urethra all the way back to where it met his anus, and was making it impossible for him to keep his genitals flaccid. The combination of his cage and the rod were diabolical, and the torment of the two was something that could only be truly appreciated first hand as low amounts of both pleasant and discomforting sensations constantly invaded their victim’s awareness.

The last gift given to Aspen was a pair of head restraints in the form of a hood mask and a band. The mask was made of a black cloth material that appeared solid externally, but from the inside the fabric was sheer enough that the wearer could see the world outside under a tint of darkness. This hood covered most of Aspen’s head, but allowed his ears and muzzle to be exposed. The band, on the other hand, was placed tightly around the ex-king’s muzzle to keep him from opening his mouth, preventing him from speaking in anything but mumbles.

With all of this in place, Titanius was nearly satisfied with the appearance of his conquest, all that remained was one final act to cement to all who soon lay eyes upon Aspen the new status he was under. This was accomplished by the bull placing the Thicket deer’s now well used ass once more around his sizable shaft. With it in place, the deer’s beloved and respected ruler had become a cock sheath, the minotaur’s sex organ safely secured inside Aspen as it likewise secured him in place, assisting the binds on the stag in their task as the male deer was forced to ride the rod of meat to wherever Titanius wished to take him.

Seeing that Aspen was unable to do little more than grunt and make small movements, Titanius was ready to greet his fellow minotaur, and show off his contribution to their successful raid. “Time to leave then.” he announced, opening the palace doors so he and his two slave stags could walk their way to the civilian sections of the city.

Once the trio had left the palace, it did not take long for them to see what had transpired outside of it during their time alone. The sounds of female deer succumbing to the invaders of their city filled the streets, with moans, sobs, and screams of painful climax that could be heard before they even made it out of the courtyard, and knowing that the minotaur had always known that the deer intended to betray them, the voices of the does was surely to be the dirge for their proud civilization.

It was only when they left the palace grounds that Aspen was able to see how true that assumption was. Past the palace gates, there was not a direction he could look without seeing a doe being violated by some large, bovine male. Some of them were taking several at a time, as two bulls made use of separate holes simultaneously, one pushing his massive organ down a poor, helpless female’s throat while another took one of her lower holes from behind, or another pair of minotaur picking up a doe and trapping her between them as they partook of her ass and vagina at the same time, enjoying not only the tightness of her tunnels, but the motions the other made as they rubbed their dicks against one another with only a thin wall of meat separating them.

It only got worse as Aspen was taken deeper into the city, as the minotaur had been very industrious over the course of the day. The streets of Thicket had vastly changed since that morning, with new structures littered all about. The tree made homes of the deer were still where they were, but many had new features added to them, such as chained shackles being nailed into the outer walls of a house, or several pillories being placed around a large fountain that acted as the centerpiece of the city. Many of these devices were filled by does, those who were kept within them in between use, one barbarian locking them in place for another to find and use minutes later. Some didn’t even have the privilege of rest in these bonds, as a minotaur would simply fuck them in their restraints, happy to have a pussy they could ravage that couldn’t even attempt escape. With these additions, the ancient kingdom of Thicket had been turned into a perversion of it’s true glory, in the most apt use of the word there could have been.

The horrific sights of sexual depravity continued as Aspen was carried along the streets of his city. The doors of every house were broken open, ransacked, some with the invaders inside raping the home’s owner in surroundings they once identified as safe. The minotaur had set up large, wooden posts along the streets that held overhanging beams atop them, said beams having several metal loops drilled into their structures where does were strung up to by tethers. Those unfortunate enough to be tied up this way were assaulted physically by their captors, who saw it fitting to smack their bare bottoms with wooden paddles, or even go so far as to crack a whip across their bodies till small lacerations could be seen about their skin.

“I see we’re already dealing out punishments,” Titanius said to one of his kin, having to talk over the scream of one such doe as the bull to sent a lash to the spot right above her tail, “They are getting just what they deserve for following a fool king.”

While he spoke to another minotaur, Aspen could tell the words were truly meant for him. Titanius was drilling in that this was all his fault, and had he only made an honest deal, all that would have happened would have been the impregnation of the females, and not this sex charged nightmare. Whether or not that were true, Aspen would never know for sure, and at this point it didn’t matter. All that did was that his people were going to enter an age of subjugation and suffering, their race ground into the dirt under the heel of these tyrants who had stumbled upon a cosmic cheat that gave them the unfair advantage of foresight.

Continuing on this tour of his own kingdom, it was becoming more astounding seeing how in control his people’s captors were. The minotaur had smoothly converted everything and everyone in the kingdom into something that could serve their purposes. Had this not been his home his entire life, Aspen would have simply assumed this was some barbarian city he was dragged into with how casually the minotaur were operating. The Antlerteans they had brought now occupied the streets more than Thicket’s actual citizenry, going in and out of homes and removing their contents like they owned the place, or assisting their masters in their defilement of the does. No doe even tried to resist, all in a state of complacence brought upon by their bonds, exhaustion, fear, and the chemicals that swam in their veins. Then again, it was hard for Aspen to differentiate their obedience from behind his veil, and it was possible that they were trying to fight back, but failing miserably. A doe forced to a kneel could struggle all she wanted, but that wouldn’t prevent her from having a dick as thick as her throat pushed down her esophagus. Aspen witnessed this horror from his perch atop Titanius’ cock, with some does in turn identifying him in return, their own confirmation that Thicket was doomed, only able to give him sorrowful gazes as they realized that every hope had been dashed.

Eventually Aspen was brought before the orchestrator of his fate, the minotaur who went by the title of ‘Master”. The leader of the barbarian bovines had made himself very comfortable, having a throne brought in and placed in a spot of town that let him admire the suffering of those his underlings had subjected, while being tended to by many enslaved does who brought him food, drink, and showered him with affection. Most were Antlerteans, though the reindeer, the true author of this tragic tale, was present as well, happily saturating her master’s bloated sack with her tongue whilst he had his way with a youthful looking Thicket doe he had claimed for himself, the unfortunate girl being bounced on his shaft at that very moment, with cum pouring out of her stretched out slit in streams from the times prior that Master released himself inside her.

“Oh, Titanius,” Master said, noticing the approach of his raid chief, “I see that you’ve handled your end of the matter. Not that I had any doubt.”

The reindeer found Master’s words humorous, and made a small laugh as she took a look at what had become of Aspen. “Everything went as planned?”

“Yeah,” Titanius said, though not to Alice, but instead her owner, “He didn’t even know he’d been found out till it was too late, right before I stripped him of what little power he had.”

“To be expected from one of my finest warriors,” Master complimented, purposefully ignoring the contributions of his slave, as her reward was the ability to serve as a breeding tool for the minotaur, “The city has been claimed, the women put to use, and the king…” Master chuckled, “Well I suppose no one will be calling you ‘king’ anymore, will they Aspen?”

Aspen tried to yell some obscenities at the minotaur, but all that came out were angry mumbles.

“Don’t get so hostile,” Master went on to say, clutching the hip of the doe straddling his cock to move her at his preferred pace, “It’s not like we are being unreasonable with your people. After all, your intent for us was extinction. If we were to give you an appropriate punishment for that, then we’d have to cut your head off as an example. Enslavement at least ensures that your species will continue on, in some fashion, and that you will be able to live out the rest of your life, if only as Titanius’ pet.”

“He will make a fine addition to my stable of boys,” Titanius patted Aspen’s head a few times, each press making the stag bounce on the rod poking his insides. “Him and the other two, of course."

“Ah, yes, your other two rewards. As promised, you get any three slaves of your choosing, and if I’m not mistaken...”

Master reached to the side of his throne, taking hold of the loop ends of a pair of chain leashes. Giving them a hard tug, the other ends that had slipped behind his seat went taut, and a pair of bound stags were brought out into the open from behind his throne, ones very familiar to Aspen.

“You’ve already decided on which slaves you wanted,” Master said, presenting Bramble and Blackthorn’s leashes to Titanius.

“Rubus, Domitius, did you two miss me?” Titanius said, taking the stags’ leashes in hand.

The two didn’t respond, both dejected at the sight of their home, as well as the understanding that their enslavement was now on a permanent basis, with no one left to liberate them from the minotaur menace. If they were to ever be released from their bondage, such salvation would not come at the hands of deer.

“Thank you for allowing me to keep these three,” Titanius said to his leader, pleased with the three prizes he had acquired for, from his perspective, no work at all.

“Not at all,” Master replied, “I could think of no better minotaur to leave them in the hands of.”

Master knew that while Titanius had been predetermined to succeed, that success was brought on because his abilities allowed that to be possible. Some other minotaur might have been able to take the city as well, but Master believed that Alice’s predictions led his race to the best possible outcome, which meant the use of the most qualified minotaur.

“Though it is a shame that your queen is gone and you never had a daughter, Aspen. I would have loved to have had another royal addition to my collection of wives, but I’ll have to make do with this young slut instead.” Master slapped his newly acquired breeding slave’s ass, eliciting a yelp from the doe and a faster movement of her hips, “Actually, since I brought up the topic of youth… I suppose I should inform you of the fate of your kingdom’s children.”

While no one could see it, Aspens eyes widened at the mention of the fawns, their existence seemingly slipping his mind in the midst of all this debaucherous behavior.

“Don’t worry too much.” said Master, a bit of annoyance showing in his tone, “We are not so vile of creatures that we would try to defile younglings. After all, if they cannot produce minotaur, sexual interaction is meaningless to us. Even those coming into maturity are incompatible for some time, as even with our medicines their bodies are simply too small. We minotaur only fuck fully grown females. We will, however, be keeping them until they come of proper age, wherein they will join the rest of your race as our slaves. The men who were watching over them, on the other hand, are already being fitted with their cock cages and being put to use by those with the same persuasions as your master.”

While Aspen hadn’t assumed any mercy from the minotaur, it was still a major blow to hear that none would be spared from their perverse objective. Those who were too young to violate now would be locked away somewhere until they were old enough later, which really didn’t make the situation any better for them. All it did was delay the point where their true suffering would begin, and give the minotaur the opportunity to mold their developing minds into something more fitting for the role the bulls intended for them.

“Master, not to be disrespectful,” said Titanius, “But if you are finished taunting my slave, I wish to take my trophies home and begin their training.”

“You’re not going to stay for the rest of the celebration?” Master asked, “There is still a few hours left before we start picking this place clean of all its valuables, and you still have right of first pickings of whatever treasures these pitiful deer have been hoarding.”

“I think I’ll pass,” Titanius replied, “Let the men pick what they want, and have whatever is left sent to me in the form of gold.”

“Very well, go home and relax with your slaves. You have earned a break,” Master said, giving a long pause before finishing his feelings with, “As well as that little trinket you stashed away in your slave’s bag of toys.”

“Can’t even get that past her, can I?” Titanius replied, knowing that master was talking about Aspen’s royal mantle, a heart shaped ruby the size of two pony fists put together, set in a gold neck piece. It was one of the things relieved from the stag when stripped, and the raid chief had hoped to have been able to slip off with it as a bonus for his hard work. That he got caught wasn’t unexpected though, and he treated his attempt at theft with the levity of a common prank. “Then consider it the one treasure I truly wish to keep.”

“Of course, and I’ll have word sent that you wish to return to Minopolis. The Way Stone should be usable for you shortly.”

“Thank you, Master.” Titanius put a fist to his chest in salute, narrowly missing a strike to Aspen’s head in the process, and took his leave. With one stag riding his shaft, and the other two pulled along by one of the leads in either of his hands, the minotaur made his way to the Thicket’s exit.

Nearly half an hour later, Titanius was sat on a stump just outside the gate, holding Aspen’s legs up for him so that the stag could get a rest as well, mere feet away from the Way Stone and a pile of crates packed with the pillaged goods of the dominated kingdom. While Titanius had said in negotiations that they had no need for such things, they weren’t going to leave behind such useful items, not when there would be no one left to use them. Every deer was to be taken to Minopolis, to live out the remainder of their lives under the watchful eyes of their new masters, to be exploited for the betterment of the minotaur race.

Master had many plans for the deer beyond breeding, with work slavery being as common place as sexual slavery in the minotaur city, but the most important acquisition from all this was in fact Thicket’s protected alchemical potions. It was assumed that the plant growth potion could be used to increase the production of food crops, as well as a fruit with aphroditic properties native to their kingdom know as Passion Fruit. Minotaur lacked the skill or comprehension of alchemy to reproduce the potions themselves, even if explained how it was done, but Titanius had no doubt that given the right motivation, Thicket’s alchemists would do it themselves. Minopolis had acquired the Antlertean’s cooperation and technomagic through means of intimidation and mental conditioning, and didn’t expect any of these deer to have any sturdier of wills than their distant relatives.

None of that mattered to Titanius though. He was just a simple raid leader, and that responsibility went to the slave tamers. The only deer he had to worry about breaking in was Domitius, Rubus, and his yet to be named slave stag.

As he sat there thinking on the changes that were to come to his household, a creature suddenly came through the Way Stone, a purple unicorn with a body that shimmered like crystal, her horn glowing with magical energies as she gave herself passage through the thick sheet of gemstone.

“Ah, you must be the one I was sent for,” said the crystal mare, “Master told me that you’d have a… unique piece of jewelry around your neck.”

Titanius got up from his seat, not responding to the mare’s comments. While she provided useful service to their people, minotaur were not obligated to be courteous with her if they didn’t work at her facility.

“Very well,” said the mare, dismissing how the bull ignored her, “If you are ready, then the portal is open.”

Titanius turned back to Thicket, taking one last look at the city he had claimed for his people. By tomorrow it would be devoid of both life and valuables, and even later the tree city would be reclaimed by the forest, leaving little behind but memories of the people who once called the Everfree home.

“Take one last look at it, you three.” Titanius said to his new collection of Thicket born stags, “As never again will you set eyes upon this place.”

The minotaur stood there for another minute, letting the gravity of this moment weigh down on Blackthorn, Bramble, and Aspen. The kingdom had fallen, their titles were stripped, and the rest of their lives would be in service of the one who made this happen. When the despair had set in, Titanius gave the leashes connected to Bramble and Blackthorn’s collars a tug, leading them to the Way Stone. They hardly resisted as their bound forms were taken through it, with Aspen himself being the only one to struggle and yell as his fate approached. The effort was proven futile though, as all the same he slipped into the fluid surface of that black rock, and disappeared to a land unknown to him or his kind. Aspen’s owner melted into the stone after him, followed by his son and the former captain of his royal guard, then his Antlertean slave stag, and lastly the crystal mare, the portal closing behind them, cementing the fates of the three stags as it reverted to solid rock.

Author's Note

We are nearing a close with this story, this being the first of three epilogues I'm going to add to it. As one might assume, the other two epilogues will be for Blackthorn and Bramble, both set a little further down the timeline from the end of Thicket. But before I go into that, there are a few things I want to get to.

Firstly I want to address the possible "bad point" of this chapter, which is the mention of what could only be interpreted as the minotaur "grooming children" for slavery, mentioned by Master at one part of the story. While I have a strict "no children characters in sexual situations" stance in my stories, it really isn't like the fawns of Thicket would be left behind or would simply vanish, and one has to assume that in their breeding process they would have done something with the deer children produced by the Antlerteans up to this point. If you want to know what exactly they do to them, basically they send them to live in a slave orphanage to be raised by slaves, and hardly even interact with them till they are of a proper age, where they would be sold off to a minotaur for whatever intentions said minotaur would have for them. Some might see this fate for them to be just as sick as a typical act of pedophilia, and to that I would say "maybe, but the minotaur are villains afterall". If it offend you, just be glad I didn't feel the need write a detailed scene of them being paraded in chains past their parents, forced to watch as their loved ones were publicly raped and their families were torn apart. It is what it is, and what it is isn't pretty, but I refuse to belittle the intellegence of my readers by pretending nothing bad happened to the children victims of a barbarian raid. (I'm sure we've all seen Conan the Barbarian, and what happened to him)

Lastly, a commentator suggested that I write out a few chapters featuring the does, and and while I think it is a good idea, I think that i will get to that next December. I got a lot of things to work on this year, and I don't want to spend the entirety of the first two months on a story that was intended to be done at the end of December. So when I finish the other two epilogue chapters, I'll have this story marked as "complete", but expect 3-4 more chapters at the end of the year.

That's everything. Hope you all enjoy this chapter, as well as the two still to come.

Epilogue: Blackthorn

“Kallias’ Log: Entry #705. Beginning the third session of female aversion conditioning on Patient #1986. Name: Domitius. Starting procedure now.”

These were the words Blackthorn heard from a male Antlertean deer standing between his spread legs. The Thicket stag was currently strapped down, his back atop a strange padded table that curved slightly to form an obtuse arch, making the stag’s spine bend along its path, his arms and legs forcing into a bent ‘X’ shape on rests that conformed with the direction the rest of the table took.

Ever since he was taken from Thicket, he had been at the mercy of his minotaur master, the bull named Titanius. That had been months now, and during that time the bull had done all he could to train Blackthorn to be a part of his personal harem, while the stag did what he could to thwart him. The former captain of the guard had done a good job resisting his indoctrination, his master not gaining any ground no matter what methods he attempted. Humiliation, degradation, sexual manipulation, drugs, all were tried, but none took. For some time Blackthorn took great pride in spurning the minotaur, but that pride eventually landed him where he was now.

For his defiance, Titanius decided to send him to one of Minopolis’ professional training facilities, to show Blackthorn how bad things could truly be if he willed it. It had only been a few days since the stag was left there, and already he wished for the relative comfort of his cage back at Titanius’ home. The one in charge of his training, which included lessons in obedience, physical training to keep his body’s muscle tone firm, while making it more flexible and sensitive in certain areas, and the ‘female aversion conditioning’ he was currently being put through, was this Antlertean, an adult deer whose physical features framed him as being much younger than Blackthorn.

“Ok, girls,” said the Antlertean stag standing at the lower half of Blackthorn’s body, “You know what to do.”

“Right away,” said a pair of Antlertean does located on the other side of Blackthorn, the stag’s assistants.

They positioned themselves on either side of Blackthorn’s face, the pair wore no coverings, only the slave collars on their necks, while the stag was allowed a coat made of white cloth to wear along with his symbol of enslavement. As they stood, the lower ranked does had their moist pussies at head height with Blackthorn, and were so close that the buck was able to smell the scent of their sex. Having endured this training twice before, Blackthorn braced himself for what came next, clenching his eyelids and mouth shut.

With hardly a word, the two does went to work on the stag, pushing their hips forward and rubbing their crotches across his face. Their pair of mounds took turns sliding across his muzzle, leaving behind streaks of syrupy slit slime in their wake. The does’ tattoos glowed with elation, the two of them finding the fine furs on Blackthorn’s face to be a thrilling sensation as they glided their soft and sensitive skin across it. Blackthorn, on the other hand, felt great disgust in the actions of these two females.

Blackthorn understood the reason they were this way, years of being sexual servants and domesticated slaves to the minotaur breaking them down mentally, warping their minds until they found it better to accept the minotaur’s roles for their species, but understanding only went so far. He might pity what they have become, but that pity didn’t account for much while they not only defiled his face with their privates, but showed signs that they were actually enjoying doing so. This lewdness didn’t sit well with Blackthorn at all, as it tarnished the dignity of deer everywhere to see these two acting like total sluts with insatiable hungers for sex.

Mentally, there was nothing about these two does, beautiful as they were, that Blackthorn was attracted to. Physically though, he was still a male, one who’s natural response to female pheromones was being enhanced by chemicals injected into him moments before this session started. His mind screamed no, but his body screamed louder as his penis grew to erection. Luckily for him, the chastity cage Titanius had put on him was currently removed, so he didn’t have to worry about getting his dick poked at. The prior sessions taught him that this was not a good thing though.

“Ah, ah, ah...” said the stag in the lab coat, “You know that’s not allowed.”

He quickly reached into his pocket, pulling out a small rod from within. The metal cylinder was covered in strange symbols reminiscent of the tattoos on the Antlerteans, and when the stag made the symbols that covered his body light up, his magic flowed through those etchings like blood through a vein. The magical energy made its way to the tip of the rod, a part of it made of crystal that lit up with a soft glow as it made a buzzing noise.

With his tool charged, the stag pressed it against Blackthorn’s taint, sending a powerful vibration into the stag. These tremors were not ones designed to create pleasure, instead being so rapid and strong that within a second of contact, the pathway that was Blackthorn’s urethra went numb. The sensation of void in the bound stag’s reproductive organs cause them to deflate instantly, reducing the hardening deer dick to a limp piece of meat.

“You’re gonna have to restrain yourself if you don’t want to be punished.” said the stag in the coat, removing his rod from Blackthorn’s skin, “Your master wants you to only get turned on by other males.”

Blackthorn gave a few muffled protests to the other stag, his muzzle held shut with a strap, but the stag wasn’t lying. Part of his reason for being in this facility was to have his natural desire to mate with females pushed from his head and replaced with urges of homosexuality. Blackthorn would have believed that was an impossible task back in Thicket, but in Minopolis, he had seen a stag who had only ever been straight become aroused at the sight of a cock, that being the former king, who had been sent to this facility prior to Blackthorn for similar reasons.

Still, Blackthorn did not intend to have his heterosexuality stripped from him easily, and while he could not voice his opinions to this treatment, he could send death glares to the other deer to express his feelings.

“Oooooohhhhh…” one of the does moaned, grabbing Blackthorn by the snout, tilting his nose in her direction to get a better angle to rub her snatch on, “Doctor, can we move on to the next phase?”

The other doe took hold of Blackthorn’s muzzle, and turned his face her way to take a turn grinding her clit against his nose. “Pleeeeaaassseeee?”

“The experimental sample of passion fruit juice I gave you two is kicking in hard, I see.” the stag commented, pulling out a notepad and jotting down some observations, “Go ahead, but try not to let your libidos get the better of you.”

The doe rubbing her moist slit on Blackthorn’s face shoved the other away the moment she was given permission to proceed. “Me first!” she declared, the burning hunger for sexual fulfillment clear in her eyes.

The next thing she did was straddle the bound stag’s head, wrapping her thighs around his skull, her legs and vaginal lips covering his eyes like a blindfold. Blackthorn reactively tried to move out from under her, but strapped down as he was, there was no means of escape from the sex-guided doe. She sent a few more rubs across the bridge of the stags muzzle, but then, without warning, lifted herself up off the ground a bit and planted her pussy on the tip of his nose, pressing down on it with the full weight of her body. The muzzle slipped partially past the doe’s dirty lips, the passage long since accustomed to taking full sized minotaur cocks into it without the use of medicine, placing Blackthorn’s snout within it.

Blackthorn thrashed his head around a bit from this unexpected event, but his efforts only managed to get his muzzle deeper inside the female deer. Soon her wet pussy had enveloped most of the buck’s mouth, and her ass had taken up the spot her crotch previously had over Blackthorn’s eyes.

The other doe, jealous that her associate had claimed Blackthorn’s muzzle for herself, resigned to relieve her sexual tension in other ways. Climbing onto the table holding the male deer in place, she draped her form over his body, face looking at his still flaccid dick, ass held up in front of her colleague. With nary a word, she took hold of the lifeless cock, rubbing it across her face while moving back and forth, pressing her breasts into Blackthorn’s stomach in order to massage her aching erogenous areas.

From there, the two does went at Blackthorn’s body at their leisure, one laying atop him rubbing herself on him while stroking and licking his cock, while the one still on her hooves bounced on his face in small hops as she masturbated her tits and clit, the buck having to take quick breaths when she hopped up to keep from asphyxiating. It got all the worse for the stag when the sensation in his urethra returned, as when the numbness faded, he felt the prickly feeling of pain that happens when nerves come back to life all throughout his urethra. It was horrible, the tiny pin pricks going from the tip of his shaft to the insides of his ass, leaving behind a soreness in the spot the other stag had pressed his rod against.

This restoration of sensations also returned the feeling in his cock, and the ability for it to become erect. With two lovely does using him as their sexual plaything, one flooding his sense of smell with the scent of sex, and that other directly fondling his genitals with her tongue, he didn’t stand a chance of resisting their sexual assault. His dick once more became erect, swelling to its full size in seconds.

When the doe at his crotch noticed this, she quickly shoved his dick into her mouth, wanting the feeling of a solid piece of cervid meat pressed against the back of her throat. She wasn’t the only one to spot the erection though, and before she could truly enjoy Blackthorn’s girth, the stag in the lab coat came over and took the Thicket deer by the balls.

“That’s twice now,” the stag said, Blackthorn’s attention too divided for him to notice. To him, he thought that it was the doe directing her attention to a part of his crotch she hadn’t touched yet. Then he felt the flat end of the stag’s rod press directly against one of his testicles, and he realized the trouble he was in.

He let out a scream, but it was lost within the depths of the deer pussy wrapped around his face. Not that the yell would have stopped what was to come, as the stag turned on his rod and instantly sent the ovular organ to a state of numbness. He then pressed the rod on the other testicle, and activated it on that one as well. Blackthorn’s dick deflated on the spot, leaving the doe with what felt like a wet noodle in her mouth, and a lack of fulfillment from the disabled sex organ.

“You had better learn to restrain your biological urges,” said the stag scientist to his captive patient, “Because you’re about to learn in a few minutes how bad the consequences are if you don’t.”

Blackthorn had a good idea what the other stag meant, and in a few minutes from now, the most vital parts of his reproductive organs were going to feel like they were covered in stings. Even compared to everything else he had endured as a slave, that suffering was going to be an intense experience.

As if to add insult to upcoming injury, the doe on his face managed to reach climax. Her passage, already wet with her juices, flooded with the fluids, spilling all over the parts of Blackthorn’s face that were trapped inside her. The liquids hit him in such volume that it seeped into his nose, and managed to slip between his lips and teeth to make the flavor of the doe splash on his tongue.

“You’re gonna drown him like that,” the stag in the coat said.

The doe, in her state of climax, slowly picked her trembling hips off of Blackthorn’s face, spilling the fluids pent up inside her all over it. The buck spit and sputtered, coughing out as much of her dirty doe juices as he could, and while doing so he found that he could separate his jaw from the upper part of his muzzle.

“You bastards,” he said brazenly, “Do you really think this will break me?! I am a trained guard of Thicket, top of my field. If the minotaur could not make me bend, their lackeys will hardly do better.”

“Looks like your pussy pulled his mouth strap off,” stated the other stag, “No matter. If he wants to talk, it’s not going to change what’s going to happen eventually.”

“How can you all just stand there and do the bidding of those barbarians?” Blackthorn asked in anger, “Have you no shame? No pride?”

“Domitius…” said the stag in the coat, trying to start a sentence.

“Blackthorn.” the bound stag corrected.

“Domitius.” the other male deer stressed, “Do you know where you are?”

“In a minotaur city.” Blackthorn said with confidence.

“You are in Minopolis,” the stag in the coat explained, “The island of Minopolis, formerly the island of Antlertis, though saying it is an island is a little disingenuous to its actual size. It has over a dozen cities on it, including a few locations used purely to raise non-minotaur offspring in a controlled environment. You are at their capital, located in the center of this nation, surrounded by miles of open sea in all directions. There is no leaving this place unless the minotaur allow it.”

“It can’t be as bleak as you’re trying to describe it.” Blackthorn rebutted, still wanting to cling to hope that there was some way to set this right.

“While I can respect your optimism, I can tell you that slaves have tried many times to escape, and not a single one of them have ever accomplished it. We are too isolated here, and no one even knows we exist to come and save us. While it might not be ideal, it is better just to obey. The minotaur even start to ease up on you after a while if you just do as they tell you. They’re not monsters, they just want to keep their species going.”

“You can’t be ser-” Blackthorn suddenly released a scream, cutting himself off as feeling returned to his balls. It was incredibly painful, more than even an experienced warrior like himself could bare. Whatever thoughts he had before were now set aside for the awful feeling of a thousand small needles jabbing into the most sensitive part of his body.

“I didn’t want to do this, but...” said the stag in the coat, “One of you, bring in patient #2012.”

The doe who used Blackthorn’s face as a phallus answered the stag’s command, being the one who could leave the room the easiest. During her absence, the others remained mostly silent, with Blackthorn more concerned about the agony in his sack than exchanging insults with the other male deer. It took a while for those sparks of sensation to stop tormenting the stag, but the stings did cease eventually, leaving behind a lingering soreness in his now swollen testicles, around the time the room’s door opened and the Antlertean doe returned with who she was sent to retrieve.

“Here she is,” said the doe, bringing in by leash another female deer.

Not another Antlertean, but one of the does from Thicket, heavily restrained in thick leather bindings, which consisted of a gag, a blindfold, and a set of arm binders that held her arms in place under a pair of large breasts, but just above a big, rounded belly. Blackthorn didn’t know this deer, able to make out enough of her features to determine that, but of course she didn’t have to be someone he knew. The familiarity of another deer from his homelands was enough to touch a nerve in the stag.

“2012 here has been in our care for a moment,” said the unbound stag, taking a seat on what small amount of space he could find on Blackthorn’s table, “Mostly for observation purposes while she goes through her first pregnancy cycle, since she most certainly will be giving birth to a minotaur her first time by the looks of it.”

Blackthorn could see what the stag meant, as this doe who was probably still in her first trimester looked more like she was going into her third, her belly bulging out to what looked to be its limits.

“To be honest,” the stag in the coat went on to say, “If not for the safety protocols, I wouldn’t even have her bound. She has been very compliant.”

“You’re lying!” Blackthorn protested, but when he did the Thicket doe’s ears drooped slightly in shame, a gesture that Blackthorn took notice of.

“Believe what you want, but not all of your people have been resistant to their integration into minotaur society. In a generation, most won’t even feel a need to resist anymore. Your people will get used to the role of servitude, give up on the idea of freedom, or will find things that fulfill their lives just as much as anything they had while free, while their children will have grown up in a world where they know no other life than to be servants.”

“And what part of that do you fall into?” Blackthorn asked the buck, knowing he couldn’t be that old himself.

“Does that really matter?” the stag replied, “The only thing that does matter is that there is no going back to the way things were. From this point on, you have two choices. Fight a lost battle for something you can never get back, or… learn to accept it and build something good out of a bad situation.”

“Do you really believe the things you are saying?” Blackthorn said, still not convinced, not wanting to believe that this was all they had left, even if what the other stag said was true.

“The only thing I can believe is what I see,” said the other stag, “And what I’ve seen is that like it or not, the rest of our lives belong to our Minotaur masters.”

Epilogue: Bramble

Time passed for the deer of Thicket, each having to endure the hardships placed upon them by the minotaur. Rape, loss, sorrow, these concepts became well known to the former residents of Everfree as they became little more than property and breeding stock for their new masters. The deer had been, up until that point, untouched by the world outside of their forest, but now they had to experience the customs of a culture outside of their own in the worst way possible, conscripted into servitude via the yoke of slavery.

Yet within the droves of slaves suffering in this minotaur-controlled land, there were a few who were given a small semblance of leniency, who wore a collar, yet hadn’t felt the sting of a whip, nor the pain that came with their master’s affection. One such person was the former prince of Thicket, Prince Bramble.

Night had come to the minotaur lands, draping their cities in darkness. In one such city, the capital city of Minopolis, resided the home of the war chief, Titanius. It was at this time he was asleep, and those he owned were supposed to be resting from their hard day of service to their master, but on this night Bramble found himself unable to enter the land of dreams.

This was a common occurrence for the buck, seeing that he lived in a home where his father and a stag he looked up to were raped frequently, but tonight felt different somehow, for reasons he didn't understand. Perhaps he was just too hot, as Titanius had recently allowed Bramble the privilege of joining him in his bed. Not in the sexual manner, as Titanius still considered Bramble ‘too young’ for penetration, but simply to allow the Thicket deer some comfort as he slept. The bed was much better than the cage he had been spending the nights in before, but he and his master were not the only ones sharing it with one another, as many other males joined them atop the massive mattress.

Titanius had many slaves, acquired through either purchase or conquest. The minotaur was apparently very successful in his role as raid chieftain, and his home and roster of slaves were proof of his accomplishments. While not one of the biggest homes a minotaur could have, his residence was big enough to house himself and twenty one slaves, twenty males and a single Antlertean doe. Every day, Bramble had to interact with them, and most were fairly nice and understanding towards Bramble, at one point having been in the same place he was now. The doe was especially nice, acting as the home mother to the other slaves, which Titanius called his ‘boys’, despite a couple of them being older than he was.

Each night though, Bramble had to interact with his master and the other males in more intimate manners. Titanius would choose several of his slaves to pleasure him, and allowed the others to play amongst themselves, with everything short of penetration allowed, not that one could, as all of Titanius’ boys were equipped with a chastity cage. Of course, those who didn’t consent weren’t exempt from this nightly ritual, and those who complained too much would be bound in some manner to allow the others to do as they willed with them. Blackthorn and Aspen were often tied up because of this.

So, night after night, Bramble would be at the mercy of a legion of fondling hands and soft lips that danced over every private area of his body, left unbound, as while he was resistant, he still allowed the others to do as they pleased with him. This led to what was perhaps the real reason he couldn’t find rest, as when he looked back on those moments where he was at the mercy of those other men, he couldn’t say that he entirely hated it. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to like being touched by males in such a way, but when it happened, he couldn’t help but feel aroused. The inside of his cock cage would feel incredibly restraining when the other guys groped his body, and Bramble wasn’t ignorant to what that meant.

The buck needed some air, and thus, he made his way off the bed. He had to climb over and around the bodies of the other males, but he managed to make it off the mattress without waking any of them. From there, all he had to do was go to a curtain near the bed that led to the third floor balcony of his master’s house. While Bramble wasn’t trusted with the ability to roam around freely, the only thing that restricted him at this time was a length of chain connecting a shackle on his ankle to one of the legs of the bed, which was enough to get to his destination. Thus, the deer silently made his way outside, to the only place he could reach beyond his prison.

Making it past the curtains, Bramble found the night to be calm. There were few clouds in the sky, allowing the moon to shine down on the city that had become his home. Minopolis, the maze city, called that because of the intricate layout of the streets surrounded by large buildings that made it hard to navigate if one didn’t know the city intimately. Bramble had already been in the city nine months at least, a time frame he determined due to being taken to watch a group of Thicket does giving public birth, and he still hardly knew how to get from one end of the street to another. Minotaur seemed to have no problem getting around though, Titanius once telling Bramble that they had an inherent sense of direction when navigating complex terrains made up of towering walls. What would take days for any other species took the bovines mere minutes to transverse.

At his current elevation, Bramble got a good view of the city, but the vantage point gave him no better idea which way one would go to escape it if he were to attempt such a stunt. The only thing the view did was let him take in the marvel that was minotaur architecture combined with the strange technological magic of the Antlerteans. The result was an industrious looking city perpetually lit up by the soft glow of Antlertean magic. It would have been a splendorous sight to behold, if not for the knowledge that underneath that beauty was a civilization that thrived because of slavery and rape.

Bramble shivered slightly as he looked over the city from his perch, not wearing any clothes as the cool wind of the night blew over him. The deer had to suffer the feeling of the cold air blowing up inside him, thanks to a modification to his body his master had bestowed upon him. He, Blackthorn, and Aspen, had all had their antlers trimmed down to nubs, and the older two had received many adjustments to their bodies to make them more receptive and accepting of the minotaur’s brutal affections, but one other thing had been done to alter Bramble’s body: the addition of a golden ring to his flesh, embedded in the young adult’s anus. The golden ring of metal was weaved in and out of his O-ring, keeping the passage forcibly opened at all times. At first, he was worried that such a thing would lead to messy situations, but he soon found out that the minotaur fed their slaves a specially developed paste substance that contained all the nutrients a creature needed to survive, and said paste had something in it that forced the body to absorb all of it. He was told by his master that he’d get fat before he ever produced even a small amount of bodily waste again, and that if he started to show some pudge, the minotaur would have him do exercises to keep getting him back to a preferred weight.

The ring had a bit of a special crafting to it, as it was actually composed of four quarters of a ring, segmented from one another and held together with a smaller, likewise segmented ring within it. This allowed the piece of metal to expand, if need be, for things that would be entering the hole, since nothing would ever be exiting that passage ever again. The necessity for such an item was fairly clear to Bramble, as it would make the eventual insertion of Titanius’ cock all the more easier when he decided to put the buck’s ass to use.

The reminder of the ring, and its reason for being, gave Bramble more things to dwell on. It had been nearly a year since he was given the piece of jewelry, and slightly more time that he had become a slave, yet the minotaur hadn’t taken advantage of his power over the buck and utilized him for what was clearly his intended role in the minotaur’s household. He should have just been happy that he hadn’t been penetrated yet, but he often wondered why Titanius took such liberties with his father and Blackthorn, but not him. It couldn’t have simply been that Titanius looked at him as being too young, could it? Sergius wasn’t that much older than him, yet he was used frequently as a sex slave. In some ways, he felt rejected, and that led to other odd feelings that he was immensely confused about.

He couldn’t have been jealous of all the other males, of how they got to have sex with Titanius while he was left sitting on the sidelines. He couldn’t have actually wanted what his father and Blackthorn were getting, as he watched them become more receptive to their rape over time. He was supposed to be the prince of Thicket, a title that meant that he should hate the very thought of being the thing his master wanted him to be. A slave, a tool for sex, a homosexual… To be these things went against how he was brought up, the pride instilled in him by his kingdom and the very principles of morality said kingdom stood upon. Yet, when he watched the others servicing Titanius, offering their bodies to him without any form of objection or hesitation, all the while being held and touched by the other slaves, something inside him would awaken and fill him with a desire to join in.

“Hmm?” The sound of curtains being pulled open came from behind Bramble, followed up by the curious hum of a person being caught off guard by his presence, “Didn’t think anyone was out here.”

Surprised, Bramble spun his body around and thankfully didn’t find his master standing in the doorway. What he did see, on the other hand, was a blue-feathered gryphon.

“Oh, Gallus, it’s you.” Bramble said, displaying a casual demeanor after being caught someplace he assumed he wasn’t supposed to be at night, “What are you doing out here this late?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Gallus replied, “If I had a reason to care.”

Gallus, unlike the rest of Titanius’ boys, was not exactly a slave. He was, as he put it, ‘hired entertainment’, having forged a contract with Titanius to serve the functions of a sex slave, but in exchange, he was able to negotiate the terms of his servitude, getting many more privileges than the actual slaves and receiving payment for his services. It was apparently an altered version of a practice the minotaur used to employ with other races, hiring females to carry their children when attempts at romancing them failed, until even payment fell out of favor by those who would have to endure the acts of painful intercourse and agonizing birthing.

Before entering the contract, Gallus had been working as a mercenary for the minotaur, a job he was brought into by some gryphoness he knew. While in that job, he was tasked with aiding the minotaur in the capture of slaves by transporting those unfortunate enough to fall into their clutches. Because he wasn’t part of the hunting crew, his portion of the pay was a little underwhelming, and combined with the unsatisfying labor, Gallus found himself unhappy with his position in the minotaur’s operation. Then, one day Titanius took notice of him, both in his attitude towards his job and his physical appearance. Gallus was at first insulted, but his tune quickly changed when Titanius started throwing numbers at him. One signing of a legally binding Minopian contract later, he had exchanged his mercenary gear for a set of see-through harem garbs and relocated his residence to Minopolis.

“I guess I don’t blame ya for wanting to get away from Titanius for a minute,” said the gryphon, easily figuring out what Bramble was doing, “It’s not like you want to be here. Heck, I wouldn’t even be here if I wasn’t being paid my weight in gold.”

“You don’t like what the master does to you?” Bramble asked. Gallus often looked bored while taking care of Titanius’ home, but as the minotaur’s sexual servant, he tended to act with a bit more enthusiasm.

“Me? No, I’m straight.” Gallus answered, correcting any assumptions Bramble might have had to the contrary, “I just do what I have to in order to keep the boss happy. Who really enjoys their job anyways? I guess ponies like working with their ‘special talents’ and all, but back in Griffonstone, work was just a chore that most did as little as possible. Trust me, as much as it hurts to take a minotaur cock up the butt, it’s way less bothersome than pushing dirt with a broom.”

“So you don’t see anything wrong with this?” Bramble asked, not even sure what the ‘this’ he was referring to was.

“What? The enslavement? The rape? The fact that there’s a single woman living in here, and she’s the only one not having sex?” said Gallus, addressing every concern he could think of, “When it comes to the first two, I don’t really see that as my problem. Sure, I wouldn’t like it if I were the one wearing the collar, but it would still be better than living in the rundown shack I used to. Minopolis is pretty much an upgrade from my hometown.”

“An upgrade?” Bramble said, wondering if he could say the same.

He was a prince, and used to live in a palace, but from there he only knew his own people. Since having been dragged to Minopolis, he had been able to encounter a whole new exciting, if frightening, culture, and to vicariously meet other species that he would have never encountered in the seclusion of his xenophobic kingdom. Ironically, Minopolis was also much safer than Thicket, a forest kingdom in the heart of a monster infested forest, because the very people who destroyed it were now the protectors of those who used to live in it. Then there was the reduction of Bramble’s responsibilities. In Thicket, Bramble was being raised and groomed to one day serve every citizen in the kingdom, while here, he was responsible for serving only one.

“As for the gay sex thing, I don’t worry about it too much.” Gallus continued on, “I’ve been here longer than you, and I still would rather be between the legs of some fine feathery female than wrapped around a minotaur’s dick. Sure, they say that they have the ability to turn lesbians straight and guys gay, but I figure that unless you were somehow into it beforehand, it doesn’t really work. Still, gotta put on a smile for Titanius when he uses me. It’s part of my contract.”

“Huh...” Bramble replied, not sure what else to say as those words sunk in.

“All I’m saying is that you might have it bad, but things could be much worse. Seeing how Titanius hasn’t done more than fondle you when he gets in the mood, I’d almost say he has a soft spot for ya. Otherwise, you’d be put on the rape rack like your dad. Who knows, maybe if you play your cards right and butter up to him, he might be willing to give you a break and give you a deal like me.”

“Do you even think that’s possible?” Bramble questioned.

“Well… I suppose he doesn’t really have to, but I’ve heard that sometimes, people do things out of the kindness of their hearts. Way I see it though, it wouldn’t hurt to suck up a little.” Having said that, Gallus let his wings go to full span, and put a talon onto the balcony’s banister. “Anyways, I came out here to stretch my wings. Take my advice or leave it, it doesn’t really matter to me. Besides that, if the boss wakes up before I get back, tell him I’ll be back by morning.”

With a single flap and a push of his leg, Gallus took off into the sky, leaving Bramble with only his words. It was hard to believe that Gallus might be right in the way he viewed things, but it was equally difficult to argue with the freedom the gryphon displayed as a servant when he was chained down as a slave. However, the idea of sucking up to Titanius wasn’t the point that worried Bramble the most. It was the idea he proposed that one would only find gay acts attractive if they were already gay. Bramble, out of obligation to his kingdom and its ways, never humored the notion that he could like men, seldom being tempted by such thoughts, but now, he found himself surrounded by taboo that only seemed to excite him. What if he had been this way all along, and was being stifled by his culture into thinking this was not right, and now he had been thrust into another culture that couldn’t care less. It wasn’t enough to change his mind immediately, but it gave him something to think about.

Seeing no reason to stay outside any longer, Bramble returned to the room and awkwardly made his way back into the bed, climbing over the other deer in between the edge of the bed and his spot, said spot being right next to Titanius. He eased into the empty space and pushed himself up against his master, the crowded bed making it so that was the only way he could lay down comfortably.

This is my life now, Bramble thought as he closed his eyes, Maybe I should make the best of it.

As Bramble tried to get some sleep in before the sun rose, the minotaur stirred and wrapped his arm around the buck’s body, the word “Rubus” softly coming from his lips. Maybe he had noticed the deer’s absence, if only subconsciously, and was glad that he returned. Somehow, that made Bramble feel a little better about what Gallus had told him, knowing that he was in some way valued by the minotaur. With that thought in mind, the former prince of Thicket drifted to sleep, resting up to face another day of his new life as a servant of the minotaur.

Author's Note

And this marks the (potentially) final chapter of the story. I hope you all enjoyed it. If I feel up to it next December, I may do some chapters featuring the female deer and how they were treated throughout all this, but for the time being I have a few other projects to focus on. If you are all lucky, one of those projects will be ready in a month or two, and you'll have something very interesting to look at (hopefully). Till then, have a nice day.