The morning simply didn’t come to Fleeting Chance as he thought it would. He thought he was having some horrible dream, that he’d wake up in Starfield with his wife by his side and filly crying in the next room, but instead...

“I think you’re right.” One of his captors said, humming as they looked around the area. “Vine, you want to get another one? I don’t think this is safe to do with only the two.”

“On it!” The mare carefully set the stallion against the rock-face, rushing off into the woods while the green and blue one huffed out, leaning on her hoof with a clear impatience for the climb. For him, it was only mildly agonizing to be half-suspended in the air by the forelegs. They were against a near vertical cliff-face. The blue one and the bucking bitch of an orange and yellow one were with him at the bottom to provide an initial boost whenever they got around to it.

Every part of him ached, but he knew fighting was futile. His leg was still messed up, the burns had weakened his resolve to where he only wanted to lie down and forget this nightmare was ever happening, and his wings were painful distractions. The double green one returned with a rope vine to start a climb of their own to the top of the cliff. They must have lived off the land for their entire lives, and now he was being brought into the wolf’s den. If there was a time to escape, now would be it, but he simply didn’t have the strength.

“You doing good?” The blue one put a hoof to his forehead like he was some sick colt and she was his mom, his eyes shifting onto her as his borderline scowl sent the reply. “We’ll be back at the village before you know it, then I’ll get you something to eat and drink, and tend to all these burns.”

“Buck you.” He spat into her face, the mare flinching but otherwise dropping the conversation. A vine tumbled down atop him, the orange one wrapping it around his chest under the forelegs.

“Clear! On three! One, two, three!” The three at the top tugged him up as he winced against the pain, a burst of magic from the bottom two helping to throw him up. It was rubbing right at a series of burns on his legs, a quiet grunt escaping him as they dragged him up the rocks to the top and pulled over. They set him on the grass, the three high-hoofing one another for a job well done while he was in his own private Tartarus.

“Nice work!” The orange one pulled herself up to turn back and give an assist to their last member, the fiery red one picking up Chance to throw onto her back, the group setting off.

“Hey, Honey, you think you’ll be his first?”

“I-I don’t know. I hope so.” She bumped into the green one, sparking up some giggles from her and the brown one. Chance tried to block out the conversation they were having, trying to keep track of the direction they were going. If he could escape and retrace his steps when he’s strong enough, he can hopefully make it back to the track and walk it back to Baltimare. But right now, he needed to know where they were going.

The number of twists and turns almost immediately caused him to lose track of their position. They were either taking the extra long way, or these partially overgrown dirt paths were horrible. After some time, possibly an hour or two, he heard what sounded like distant chatter. The center of this society of sociopaths. Were they cannibals too? While a grim thought, it was better than being used as some sex slave.

He braced himself as they stepped forth past the first residence, going into a small village built into the gargantuan trees, a fountain at the center and a small creek passing through. More of the monsters prowled around the market stalls, a quintet of them singing together atop a stone platform where a small crowd had gathered. If he was in a generous mood, he’d say they were living peacefully.

What few kirin they passed spared them curious glances, some seeming very excited while others were more fascinated. The group of five arrived at a shelter for the red one to set him down, the green and blue one moving forward to open the door and drag him inside with her magic.

“Tell us how it goes!” The green one called out before the blue one slammed the door shut.

“DAMN THEM!” she growled, flames licking up from her eyes and edges of her mane. “This is exactly what I didn’t want, but nooo!” The mare floated him over to a bed of leaves close to the floor, setting him atop as he groaned. “Just look at you!”

She wandered off, giving him the opportunity to look around. A tub of water - correction, two tubs - laid against the far wall alongside a tower of woolen towels. A counter surrounded a fair portion of the room, dotted by ceramic bottles and piles of natural ingredients from herbs, to leaves, to roots. His half the of the room comprised three leaf beds with some sort of bark divider laid against the wall, blackened from fire.

The mare returned with a bucket to go to the tubs, scooping up a helping of water before moving along the counter. She ground up certain ingredients to add into the mixture, working her way along until she stopped at the end to use one of the wooden spoons to stir it. Once satisfied, she brought it over to him to set down, dipping her hoof in to take out more of the strange white goop to rub on his burns.

The door opened as she worked; the creature entering to walk over and take a seat. On his roll back over, his eyes widened. The beast was twice as large as any of the other ones, her gentle smile beaming down on him as she stayed out of the way of the sage doing her work.

“I know this must be awfully confusing for you.” She said, her voice far more feminine than even he was expecting. “We thank you for coming. You–”

“BUCK OFF!” He snapped back at her, their odd grin falling ever so much. “You think I wanted to come here?! I’m stolen from my family, burnt to a crisp, have my wings broken, dragged through the bucking jungles like some bag of potatoes, raped by your bucking sociopathic buckers, then brought here to get molested by this bitch, and you think I’m not going to be bucking peeved at you?!”

The leader pursed their lips in thought, letting his emotions cool as he stared her down. “You must understand, we don’t have a choice. Your sacrifice is necessary for the survival of our kind. A handsome young stallion like yourself is needed to sire the next generation. You may disagree, but we–”

“You’re bucking monsters!”

“The worst has passed. Now, you will have a new family.”

“I don’t want a new family! I already have my wife and filly!”

“For the protection of our kind, we must remain isolated from the world. It may be hard to understand, but this is for the best. I’m sorry, but you will never see them again.” She shook her head.

Tears formed up in his eyes, his breath hitching on itself. “Y-You have to let me go! I have to get back to them!”

“We can’t do that.” Her grin returned to her face. “It is best to start making the most of your new home. I’m the Kirina, Rain Shine, the second Ducal-Governor of the Kirin. Our kind, the kirin, appreciate everything you will do for us. It will be hard, but I assure you, we will try to make this as much of a home to you as possible. Dear?” She brushed her hoof on the sage’s leg, getting them to flinch from their work.

“Hm? Oh!” She perked up to give him a nervous smile. “I’m Damp Droplet, your materna. You will stay with me for the rest of your life. Or mine, if, um...”

“Best not think about that.” Rain Shine nodded to her.

“Right.” She took in a breath, letting it out slowly.

“Please! L-Let me go! I’ll tell nopony you exist if I can just go back home!” Chance’s tears rolled down his face, seeing neither acknowledge his request beyond their smiles.

“What is your name, new father?” The big one asked, his eyes flicking between them as it settled in. They weren’t letting him go. He was their prisoner... for the rest of his life.

“F-Fleeting Chance.” He gulped, seeing her smile grow.

“Consider this a new opportunity, one that will only get better the more you immerse yourself in it. I remember every father going back to my own, and your name will be added to the Caves of Continuity for all to remember. I promise you, Fleeting Chance, that this will be the beginning of a bright life for you, one where you will always be wanted and loved. The best meals, sex anytime you want - including with myself if you so please, the adoration of the entire tribe, and daughters who will grow up to know how heroic of a stallion you are.”

“W-What...” His confusion only intensified. It was bucked up beyond all logic. He was a slave... that would be treated like a king. “What do you want with me?” was what he ended up asking.

“You may have noticed that the only kirin you have seen are all mares.” She tilted her head a smidgen. “We lack stallions of our own to reproduce. While it is technically possible to produce offspring among two of us by a very complicated ritual, it is unreliable and risks the offspring being born with severe issues that would render them infeasible. It could take decades of effort to produce a single healthy foal in this manner. However, a single healthy seed giver can impregnate the entire tribe, and bring in the next generation.”

“I DON’T WANT THIS!” He screamed back at her, his tears flinging off his face at the outburst. “I have a family! Friends! I-I can’t abandon them!”

“The choice is already made. I’m sorry.” She got up to her hooves, moving back to the door, pausing at the threshold to smile back at him before leaving, Chances raising one of his forelegs to cover his eyes as he choked out a sob.

“B-Buck...”

Droplet let out the breath she was holding. “I-I’m sorry, Fleeting Chance. If... Never mind.” She returned to rubbing more of the paste on his body, reaching for his covering leg to lift away and coat. His blurry, puffy eyes reopened to see the green and blue of his slaver. Her frown struck him as almost an insult. Fake pity, and for what? “Can you roll back over?”

He did as asked, rolling with her help so she could peel off the leaves that stuck to his back. “They shouldn’t have been this rough.” Her hoof touched his wing, drawing a whimper from him. “I’ll...” The mare got up and went to the counter, what sounded like her preparing something for a few minutes before she returned. She took his wing into her hooves to spread out and apply a gel over it. Next came a splint, and then the plant bindings. “Maybe we can...” She let out a frustrated groan, taking off the piece of wood to fold his wing back up, applying it again closer to his body.

Chance stayed quiet while he worked through the pain she was putting him through. “Damn them.” She grumbled under her breath, grabbing the nearby bucket to go prepare something else. He rolled over to watch her work, seeing a small flame trailing up her horn as she worked. Not even with the ‘nicest’ of them he was safe from being burnt by. She returned to put down the bucket, taking a breath before stepping over him and rolling him so she could access his other side, taking a hoofful of the jelly to rub into his burns.

While it hurt, it also soothed. She didn’t go hard or fast, taking her time to heal him. “It’s going to take months for you to be ready for the rituals.” She said, a distinct quality of disapproval in her voice. “Next time I see Honey, I’ll give her a piece of my mind. This... This is too much.”

“W-Why do you care?” He asked, sniffling back his emotions as she worked, the mare pausing a moment to sigh out.

“Because I have to. For the tribe, I have to. I’m your materna. It’s my duty to care for your well-being.”

“S-So what will you... y-your tribe, be doing to me?”

She took a few seconds. “Well, um, every time a kirin enters heat, you will be brought into the square to breed them. That happens every day until nopony else is in heat. Rain Shine told me you’ll be allowed... almost anything.” He felt her hoof halt on his shoulder burn, the mare letting out what sounded to be a shiver. “A-Anything you want, you can have it. Food, pottery, drinks, sex with any of us, the best bed in the entire village, priority treatment for any sicknesses or injuries, and are protected from most punishments. That means... if you want to have sex with one of us, and we don’t... we have to obey, or we’ll be punished.”

“W-What?! What kind of sick society is this?!”

The mare let out another sigh. “It’s what we are.” She got up and stepped back over him, laying down and rolling him onto her back with a grunt. “L-Let’s get you to bed.”

All he could think of was seeing his wife and daughter, his lover’s tear-filled eyes as she watched him be dragged away. The Royal Guard must have been informed of the foalnapping. They must be looking for him, right? He knew she wouldn’t give up until they found him, dead or alive. There beasts can’t get away with it.

It had been hours since they dropped him off in this room, the blue one... Droplet only coming by to check his burns and to give him something to eat. Fresh fruit looked to be his diet from here on out, and no alcohol to quench his aching emotions. Would she rape him, too? Or is she only there to help the others get the job done? Either way, he needed some sort of plan to escape. The door looked to be sturdy, and from the clacking whenever she left, appeared to be locked. The walls of wood were solid, except for a small slit against the one to his right. If he could fly, he could try seeing what was outside. If he could.

The sound of hooves in the hall pricked at his ears, a light discussion occurring between the two. The lock on the door undid, opening to Droplet and...

Of course, the orange and yellow one. His scowl reformed in an instant at her intrusion, Droplet closing the door after the monster had stepped off to the side of the room, uncertainty wafting off her. Her eyes darted from his, her hooves shuffled in place, every muscle one that had an unusual tension.

“Fleeting Chance?” Droplet moved up to beside his bed to have a seat, clearing her throat. “I would like you to meet somepony. She will be living with us.”

The other mare flicked her gaze into his, providing a sheepish smile. “Hi... So... I’m Flaring Honeydew.”

“What the buck do you want?!” He spat back at her, the ears on the mare falling back.

“A-As your first mate, I’m to be assigned as one of your major broodmares. My job is...” Her head wavered. “M-My job is to protect you and escort you wherever you go in town, until, well, until I’m too pregnant to do so.”

“Buck off, you vile whorse!”

“I-I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but it is something you’ll need to get used to. The breeding, that is.” She took in a breath, closing her eyes a few moments before opening them back up to him. “I really am sorry.”

Her horn lit up to pin down his legs, Chance fighting against her magic with all his strength as she walked over, crawling atop him to sit atop his sheath. “Get off me!”

“It’s a new day, and I’m in heat. We have to breed.”

“I don’t want to!”

“Sorry.” Droplet’s horn lit up, her magic enrapturing his balls and shaft, the tingling triggering a deep panic within him. “She must be impregnated. If you don’t resist, it will go much easier. We don’t want to hurt you, and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to be hurt anymore, so please accept her.”

“GET OFF ME!” He screamed at her as his head poked out and the cloven hooves of the mare jerked at it. “S-Stop it!”

“I-I was told your name is Fleeting Chance.” The rapist stared at his dick with a frown, doing her ‘best’ to get it extended for her. “Do you think we can–”

“GO AWAY! L-LEAVE ME ALONE!” He cried back at her, his entire body trembling. All four legs were pinned by the bitch, the magic of the ‘nice’ one stimulating his balls and producing a disgusting sense of arousal as they both stared at his stallionhood. “W-Why?! Why can’t you get laid normally?!”

“Rain Shine told us we must hide.” Honeydew raised her rear, a hoof leaning against him while the other positioned the hardened shaft for entry. Her entire body slid down atop it, drawing a whimper from him as he felt her burning insides again. She was wet from the entrance to the end, her body rocking forward to send tingles up his spine that drew out a heavy nausea from the deepest pits of him. He couldn’t enjoy this. He can’t. His wife would never forgive him. And he could never forgive himself.

“Shh...” Droplet brushed a hoof along his cheek as he stared at where the mare rode him, her juices sliding down his length as she took her time humping against him. He closed his eyes and laid his head back, trying not to think of it. She wouldn’t win. She couldn’t win. He had to resist, but they were too strong. No wonder most rapists were unicorns. It was as easy as pinning them down and having your way with them.

“It’ll be okay, Chance.” The monster whispered to him, her pace quickening. “Think about flooding my cave and it will be over before you know it.”

His mouth choked out a sob, that unfathomable, traitorous sensation spreading along his body. It was a sick satisfaction. His dick didn’t know or care if he wanted her. It was deciding for him. “Don't resist it. You'll only make it harder on yourself.” Droplet’s smooth voice caressed his ear, her hoof rubbing through his mane as he was pushed closer and closer to finishing. Her humming to the side was like he was some colt who had a nightmare and needed to get back to bed, a light purring (?) coming from her general direction.

They were sick. All these ‘kirin’ were disgusting, vile fiends. If he ever escaped, he would make sure everypony knew what they were like. Violent, sociopathic, deceptive rapists. His tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to zone out the mare pleasuring herself on him. She wasn’t stopping, and his cock was gearing up to ‘flood’ her ‘cave.’ If she got pregnant by him...

How could he ever look his wife in the eye ever again?

A choked sob escaped him as he flared inside her, a rush passing from him into her to splatter her insides with his white ropes of cum, the mare slowing down her pace to take in the feeling. She let out a contented sigh, his member twitching inside her to send everything he didn’t want into her. She succeeded where he failed. If she didn’t get pregnant, it would be a miracle of Celestia and the moon combined.

The mare pulled herself off his wilting shaft, letting it pop out of her to flop against his chest as his sobs came rapid and stilted, every breath another labored as she moved off of him. “It’ll be okay, Chance.” Droplet kissed him on the cheek, all magic being taken off of him as the sets of hooves moved to the door. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, alright? Don’t want you to be all dirty. It’s not good for healing.”

He didn’t care that they left and locked the door, his entire body curling up on instinct to tremble on its own. This was his life now. There was no escaping the memories of these bitches using him for themselves, even if he somehow got out of wherever they were keeping him.

But that could wait. All he wanted to do right now was curl himself up and cry himself into the darkness.

Author's Note

A little slower paced this chapter. More will be happening when the rites begin...