Deep in the Thicket

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.