Brushing a lock of violet mane away from his glasses, Solemn turned his head from side to side and inspected himself using his hand mirror. While it may have been a bit silly that he looked his best while in the depths of the untamed, southern jungles of Equestria, there was nothing wrong with looking his best. Years upon years of living in Canterlot, spending his time amongst the political elite and magnates at the capital, had ingrained the importance of good hygiene and keeping up one’s appearance - that and he hoped that he wasn’t going to be by his lonesome for too long.
A frown graced his lips as his thoughts sailed back to his home. His friends, family, and virtually everypony he knew had laughed at him, telling him he was a fool for not embracing the business his father was all too willing to pass down to him, but he had grander aspirations. While making capital and living in a mansion was all well and good, as was having everything he could ever want at his fingertips, that would hardly make any lasting impact on the world - no, that would only be accomplished by hard work and doing something bold.
He hadn’t spent the better part of four years at Equus University studying archeology and anthropology to sit around in a monkey suit and dither away his life in the lap of luxury - no, he’d worked hard, hit the books, and invested no small amount of bits to meet success. Most academics had little interest in ancient Amarezonia, and fewer still gave folklore of the area any credence whatsoever, although he found the place and its history utterly fascinating. If the legends were correct, deep within the jungles resided an uncontacted tribe of diamond dogs that were as reclusive as they were terrifying - the Dread Host.
A part of him fully realized that he may be wasting his time, money, and comfort trekking through the lush wilderness on a goose chase for a clan of monstrous canines, yet the adventure and novelty of it all, of being off on his own, was fun - sure, he had to deal with mosquitos, bland rations, and he only understood bits and pieces of the native language, but it was thrilling all the same. Stashing his mirror and donning his pith hat, he buttoned his shirt and pulled his journal from the satchel slung over his shoulder.
Though he was only on the fifth day of his expedition, he’d already been met with some success. The locals at the nearest village, one resting on the edge of the jungle he’d set into, had known of the Dread Host and implored him not to seek out the savage canines - better still, he’d stumbled upon what he was fairly certain were pawprints in the mud by a nearby stream. He’d be the first to admit that the warnings he’d received could have been intergenerational fables, lore passed on to keep fillies and colts out of the woodlands, and that the tracks he’d discovered may have been from a different animal, yet they fueled his determination and drove him onward.
There was one other reason he’d set out on his expedition, one which didn’t involve acclaim or any sort of potential fanfare, and it was totally self-indulgent. Simply put, he had a weakness for large women - particularly ones that were big enough to manhandle and dominate him. Was it crazy that one of his primary motivators to uncover a long-lost tribe of big, bestial canines insane? Perhaps, but the thought of courting a massive diamond dog was too exciting not to pursue.
The way he saw it, he had nothing to lose. At worst, he’d wind up with a few stories about how he gallivanting around in the wilderness - at best, he’d get acclaim and leave his mark on the world. While he imagined what it would be like to actually meet the Dread Host, showing off his modern trinkets and refined intellect, his ambitions soared.
He departed his camp and pressed west, leaving most of his provisions stowed for his inevitable return. The area was largely unexplored or documented, only once having been surveyed in the past century by a group of pegasi, giving him little insight in regards to the lay of the land, though he did have an old map to guide him. Everypony, be they ponies or otherwise, needed water to live - as such, his plan for that day was to follow a stream he’d found north in search of any signs of settlements.
The going, much like the days before and days to come, wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. Flying was out of the question, since he wouldn’t be able to see much past the thick canopy overhead, so he had to explore on foot. Swinging his machete and carving his way through the underbrush, taking care to keep an eye out for any dangerous snakes or insects that may give him a bite, he pressed onward and made his way to the creek.
Slowing and wiping his brow, he looked upstream. “Right, let’s check this way…”
It was a bit odd being out by himself, but it was strangely refreshing. He didn’t have to worry about his parents, the butlers, or the hollow platitudes of his neighbors - out here, he was free. As he kept his eyes on the water and absentmindedly wondered what sort of fish lived there, he slowed to a halt - not because he’d seen or felt anything, but because he became aware of an eerie silence ringing in his ears.
Ever since he’d arrived in Amarezonia, there’d been a constant, albeit soft din of birds, bugs, and all sorts of wildlife, yet all noise, save for the babbling brook beside him, had ceased in its entirety. He lifted his head and looked around himself, feeling a chill run up his spine. If what he’d read was right, and he had no reason to think it wasn’t, one of the few things that could cause such stillness was a predator in the area.
His grip on his machete tightened as he surveyed the wilderness. He took some small solace that he was armed, but the oversized knife gave him little comfort. The life he’d led left him woefully unprepared for an altercation of any kind, he hadn’t been in a fight since grade school, and it’s not like he wanted to hurt anything - worse still, should he find himself facing something like a chimera or a cragadile, soaring away would be almost impossible.
Turning his head to one side, he froze. Resting on the opposite side of the stream, yet black and entirely motionless, was something that he swore hadn’t been there moments prior. He squinted and shielded his eyes, attempting to figure out what he was seeing, before his blood ran cold. He wasn’t just looking at an animal, he was looking at a figure.
Squatted down and shaded by the foliage all around it, the beast was unmistakably a biped of some sort. Though it was hard to spot, what with it being a few dozen yards away, he could just barely make out a pair of arms, broad shoulders, powerful legs, and what appeared to be a set of breasts on its chest. As if realizing he was in the company of some huge, unfamiliar creature wasn’t unsettling enough, his anxiety spiked when he noticed its blood-red eyes were trained directly on him.
“H…holy shit,” he whispered as it dawned on him.
A member of the Dread Host - he was staring at a member of the Dread Host! All the stories about the mythical diamond dogs described them as having dark fur and red eyes, though it wasn’t their appearance that troubled him. The canines, having spent the entirety of their existence in harsh jungles while eking out a niche for themselves, were bigger, stronger, and undoubtedly more capable than he was, putting him at a distinct disadvantage.
Making no sudden moves, lest he provoke the creature, he knelt down and placed his machete on the ground. There was no way to tell if he’d be able to communicate with the savage - heck, there was a chance that it was just looking at him as food, but he wasn’t going to let his nerves get the better of him. He’d come too far and shelled out far too many bits to back down now.
He gradually straightened up and lifted his hands, clearly displaying he wasn’t armed, and forced a smile. “H…hello.”
The word felt odd, spoken in the native tongue, although it was better than speaking ponish and expecting to be understood. Reaching into his pocket, he blindly felt around until his fingers graced a small, shrink-wrapped package. He may have been supremely uneasy, but maybe - just maybe a peace offering would help him out.
“Hungry?” he asked, producing and presenting the jerky he’d brought just for this rare reason. Lifting the sliver of meat to his muzzle, he pretended to take a bite and repeated himself. “Hungry?”
His heart skipped a beat and he wheeled around, hearing a twig snap behind him. It wasn’t his fault that he was on edge, yet his singular focus on the diamond dog across the brook had made him forget a key facet to canines - they roved in packs. Before he could finish turning, only then understanding the danger he was in, the world spun and he slipped into oblivion.
He couldn’t say how long he’d been out, exactly what had happened to him, or what became of him, but he eventually awoke in a panic. It was the first and hopefully last time he’d been knocked out, and he couldn’t recommend the experience. The sheer sensory assault of coming to was overwhelming, but he quickly realized that was the least of his problems.
Attempting to push himself up, he fell still when he felt the bindings around his wrists. Each arm was tied behind his back, he was on a patch of packed, clean earth, and he was resting on his side. He twisted and rolled onto his back, gripped with fear, and was greeted by a group of nearly a half-dozen of the massive canines staring down at him.
“P…please,” he croaked, “don’t h…hurt me…”
Though one or two of the beasts muttered something, most of them remained where they stood. He kept his lips sealed while his eyes flitted from one of the canines to the next; they looked almost indistinguishable from one another, each adorned in a crude grass skirt with their full, heavy bosoms left entirely out in the open, but he couldn’t afford to be distracted by how attractive they were - not now in any case. Slowing his breathing, he closed his eyes and dwelled on the sparse information he’d found on his less than hospitable hosts.
He yelped as he was unceremoniously pulled onto his knees. “No hurt!”
Again he leaned heavily on the local language, uttering the simple plea out of desperation. To his astonishment, his attempt to save himself - at least he thought it did. A few of those assembled, all of which were women, balked and cocked their heads. Trying his luck, he awkwardly shuffled around and nodded.
“No hurt,” he stated again, keeping his shaking voice as soft as he could. “Friend.”
“Bitch,” a guff, gravely voice called out from behind him.
Peeking over his shoulder, his eyes widened. He hadn’t noticed it before, likely because of the way he’d been positioned, but there was one canine that stood out amongst the rest. With a golden headdress, jeweled fineries draped over her breasts, and appearing markedly larger than her kin, an absolute titan observed him from her throne.
Even though she was seated, he could tell that this was the pack’s leader. The chieftain’s immense size and her ornate dress made her stand out like a sore thumb, but it was the reverence her clan showed her that was the true indicator of the power she wielded. He immediately bowed his head and bared his neck to her and showed her as much respect as he could manage.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
Though he dare not look up at her, he heard her snort and unseat herself. There was only one way he was going to make it out of this situation with his skin intact, and it wasn’t going to be easy. With an inability to talk with him, excluding the most simple words or phrases, he would have to prove that he meant them no harm.
The chieftain stopped just before him, grabbed him by the collar, and hauled him to his feet as though he weighed nothing at all. “Bitch…”
“Bi - Ack,” he bleated as he was spun around and his restraints undone.
He wasn’t sure what was more troubling, the fact that he’s essentially been captured by the Dread Host or that he only then comprehended what had been said. Between the chieftain’s gruff tone, unfamiliar dialect, and his less than ideal introduction to the clan, he could forgive himself for not realizing what he’d been called. Regardless of whether or not it was intended as an insult, the title he’d been given needed to be corrected.
Turning to face the chieftain, he brought a hand to his chest. “Solemn. My name is Solemn…”
To say it was difficult not to ogle her tits, which just so happened to be right at eye level with him, would be an understatement. While her physique was nothing short of extraordinary, the type of thing you’d see on an olympic athlete, her figure left nothing to be denied. Broad hips, a voluptuous chest, and thick, powerful thighs, all of which were covered in midnight-black fur, made her a primal bombshell, though the precarious circumstances demanded he prioritize his survival over his amorous interests.
“Do you understand?” he asked, tapping his chest once again. “Solemn…”
She studied him for a moment before taking a step back and mirroring his gesture. “Naualli.”
“Naualli,” he repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue.
“Nau,” she grunted, pointing to herself before turning her finger in his direction. “My bitch….”
Straightening his glasses, he fought the impulse to try and correct her. In a purely topical sense, he had no reason to be offended. The word bitch in their language simply meant female, specifically the lowest cast of one, but that didn’t make any sense. Despite being a different species and several times smaller than her, it should have been abundantly clear that he was in fact a male ~ right?
“Male - boy,” he attempted to clarify, running his hand down his flat chest and to the waistband of his shorts. “See?”
Nau snorted as her eyes narrowed. “Lesser bitch - not male.”
Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his snout. While he was happy that things seemed to have been defused to an extent, no longer feeling in any immediate danger, this was an awkward start for a first contact. As he racked his brain for a way to politely explain that she was mistaken, that he was a stallion, she glanced down at him and grumbled something incomprehensible.
In an all but literal flash, a set of thick digits grabbed the back of his collar and ripped the shirt off his back. The move was so fast and so fierce that he was given no time to react, leaving him stripped from the waist up before he knew what had happened. Just as he felt the warm air against his skin, the sound of tearing fabric and a chuckle from around him told him that any reply he would have given her was no longer necessary.
Staring down at himself, with his tattered clothing fallen to the ground around his feet, he blinked. Great, absolutely fantastic - not only was he completely surrounded by amarezonian canines that could easily tear him to pieces, but now he was buck naked and with one of his favorite outfits reduced to a pile of rags. He glowered, unable to contain his annoyance, and looked back to Nau.
“Well I hope you’re happy,” he huffed, unintentionally reverting to ponish.
Though it would have been impossible for her to understand him, she chuckled and nodded to his crotch. “Tiny bitch.”
Blood shot to his face and his embarrassment soared to new heights. He may not have been the most exquisitely endowed stallion around, being relatively small compared to most ponies his age, but his sense of pride, what little he had, wasn’t about to let him stand there and be picked on. Folding his arms over his chest, he snorted and turned his nose up.
“Mate…” she growled.
The singular word, paired with her with the singular way with which she spoke it, made him crack open an eye to look over at her. He hadn’t been sure what she’d meant, even wondering if he’d misheard her, yet the sight which greeted him sent his mind into an absolute tailspin. With her skirt pulled aside and her nethers out in the open, he gawked at was an unmistakable pair of ripe, furry balls and a sheath - a sheath from which a crimson, spear-like length gradually emerged.
His frazzled mind struggled to understand what lay before him. He was clearly looking at a male’s package, and a darn big one at that, yet the equipment was attached to a female. Looking up to her tits and then to her face, he swallowed hard. While he may have been having a hard time wrapping his head around what was happening, it was obvious that Nau had a vastly different opinion on modesty than he did.
“Kneel,” she breathed. “Worship, bitch.”
He only hesitated for a split second before he did as he’d been told. As he rested his knees on the ground and peered up at her, the full weight of what she’d said sank in. Nau likely knew that he was a male, but that didn’t matter to her - what did matter was that he had trespassed on their lands, he was inferior to her, and she demanded he show his subservience to her.
Stepping forward, Nau wrapped her fingers around the back of his skull, pulled him to her groin, and buried his snout between her hardening cock and pendulous nuts. “Mine…”
The moment he gasped, he was stricken by the most overpowering aroma he’d ever smelled in his entire life. Her musk was almost oppressive, thick enough to coat his sinuses, and it made him lightheaded. While he’d never done anything even remotely sexual with a stallion, having no interest in guys whatsoever, he could tell that her virility was a step above any creature he’d ever encountered.
He took another breath and shudderingly exhaled, heedless of his growing arousal from the rough treatment. The ambrosial, heady bouquet of her unwashed nethers would have been compelling enough in and of itself, yet her bestial fragrance was but a single facet of how domineering she was. With the heat of her nethers washing over his face, he fretfully peeked up at her.
She stared downward, between the valley of her heaving bosoms, and locked eyes with him. Though she hadn’t said a thing, the look she bore spoke volumes. She was the alpha, the unquestioning leader of the clan, and it was his place - no, his privilege to serve her in any way he could. Steeling himself, he pursed his lips and touched them to her balls.
His pulse raced and his stallionhood went rigid as he kissed his way up to her sheath and the base of her length. Filled with a tumultuous mix of arousal and fear, a combination that proved more than enough to drive him onward, he gazed past her hardening dick and to her face. Regardless of her inexplicable biology, it would have been impossible for him to deny that she was a thing of beauty.
He’d always fantasized about being with a large, powerful woman, and that wish had been granted in the most bizarre way imaginable. No sooner did his tongue creep past his lips to caress the underside of her shaft than the salty, bitter tang of her cock-flesh danced over his taste buds. The reek of her endowment paired perfectly with the flavor of her slick, sweaty shaft, making it even harder for him to think clearly.
All but making out with her sheath, digging his tongue into the folds of skin, he openly moaned and fondled her almost fist-sized pair of balls. Female or not, she eclipsed him in every way imaginable - a fact that didn’t escape the more primal parts of his mind. Portions of his id went alight, filling his head with all manner of depraved, baffling notions.
He lowered his head and dragged his tongue over her nuts, astounded by how ripe and heavy they were. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he could knock up a bitch many, many times over - in fact, for all he knew, the other canines present may have been her daughters. As he imagined just how much cum she could produce, he was shaken from his stupor when she released him and shied back.
For a fleeting instant, he assumed that she was finished with him, that he’d done what she’d wanted him to do, but he’d been mistaken. Turning her back to him, she bent forward at the waist, swung her arms back, and gripped the chiseled cheeks of her behind. As she prized her buns apart, he gulped.
Even from a few feet away, the musk radiating from her ass hit him like a ton of bricks. Venerating her package had been an unexpected, if not slightly demeaning development, but doing the same for her rear gave him a moment for pause. Weighing his options, none too eager to stuff his face in the tush of a creature that likely didn’t even know what soap was, he flinched when she growled.
“Worship,” she snarled as her lips curled to reveal her fangs.
He gulped and inched forward, knowing what he had to do. Telling himself he had no choice in the matter, he lowered his head and dragged his tongue up her balls, over her taint, and to the wrinkled crater of her backdoor. Her utter lack of a pussy raised a number of questions, not the least of which being if she was unique amongst her tribe, though he quickly got an answer.
Glancing to his left and right, over to the other members of her clan, he noticed that she was far from the only canine packing heat. While he hadn’t paid them much mind over the past few minutes, being too focused on the chief to do anything otherwise, the rest of the pack had become a bit excited from the spectacle he made of himself. Jacking themselves off without a care in the world, the smaller amarezonians enthusiastically watched him.
Reeling from the revelation that the clan all had cocks, as far as he could tell, he was forced back when Nau shoved her ass in his face. His muzzle was practically driven into her rear, reminding him that he had a job to do. Bringing his hands to her waist, not wanting to disappoint her but feeling more uncomfortable than ever, he gave her what she wanted.
She snickered as he lavished her hole, mopping it clean. Equal parts mortifying and humiliating, reduced to little more than a sweat rag for her, he was torn. On one hand, it was electrifying to be treated in such a way - on the other, it dealt a crippling blow to his dignity. Listening to the conceited giggling from all around him, he made out with her tush.
The irony of it all didn’t escape him. Like the wish granted from a monkey’s paw, he’d found the Dread Host after only a few days of looking - that said, they were nothing like he’d expected. If they’d done this to other explorers, toying with them in depraved ways, he could understand why there was so little information about the tribe. Continuing to polish the crevice of her tush, he nearly followed her when she stepped away and wheeled around.
She waved a hand and smirked at him. “Stand.”
Pushing himself up, he got to his feet and kept his arms at his sides. The other members of the tribe had all backed away, leaving only him and the chieftain in the center of what appeared to be a large hut of some sort, although each and every one of them watched him with a mixture of amusement and disdain. He was nothing compared to them, and they knew it - nevertheless, he kept his fingers crossed that he may win their favor.
Nau reached out and ran her fingers around his torso while she lazily circled him. “Small…weak…”
In a brazen move, he lifted a hand and stroked her forearm. “Strong chieftain.”
Her barking laugh made him start, taking him completely off guard, but he quickly realized she wasn’t upset - if anything, she was amused. He turned his head and tracked her while she walked around him, appraising him as though he was a cut of meat. Drawing her clawed digits around his back and to his tush, she gave his rump a squeeze.
Compared to the treatment he’d just received, her touch was like an angel’s kiss. With his stallionhood excitedly twitching and leaking pre-cum, looking downright puny compared to Nau’s monstrous tool, he sensed his cheeks darkening. To be fawned over by something so magnificent, so superior to himself was a blessing and fanned the flames of his deepest, darkest desires.
It was bizarre that Nau had a cock, yet he couldn’t help but be enamored with her. While her colossal stature and gargantuan endowment were disconcerting, flying in the face of conventional beauty, her grace and undeniable femininity countered her more masculine traits. Rolling his hips back, he brought his tush into her palm.
“Soft,” she uttered, slipping a digit into the cleft of his ass.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what her intentions were for him. He’d shown his submissiveness to her, she’d grown fully erect, and now she was touching the tip of one finger to his winking, virginal pucker. As flattered as he was with all the attention, there was no way - no possible way he’d be able to accommodate her.
Shifting, he warily smiled up at her. “Sorry, I -”
“Silence,” she snapped, sauntering past him and seating herself on her throne. Hitching one leg over the arm of her chair, she motioned down at her goods. “Serve me.”
He sighed and made his way over to her. Though he would never admit it to another living soul, he was thrilled that she wanted more of his affection. Kneeling down, he shuffled forward and delicately wrapped his fingers around her shaft. Her endowment was massive, almost as thick and as long as his forearm, and it felt almost scalding to the touch.
Perhaps embarrassment and shame mingled with his excitement, making him more aroused than he had any right to be. Leaning back, he peered down her length. As he closed his eyes and made out with her cock-head, relishing the exotic flavor dancing over his palate, his trepidation steadily gave way to his lust.
Nopony would ever know what he’d done with Nau - even if somepony did find out about it, nopony would ever believe that the Dread Host were females with a bit of extra equipment. Smiling around her dick, he bobbed his head and did what he could to get her off. While he had no experience pleasuring a male of any variety, having a cock himself gave him plenty of insight on how to make her feel good.
Stroking her off with one hand while cradling and tenderly kneading her coin purse with the other, he softly moaned. Her approving growl caused his heart to flutter and bolstered his resolve. It was one thing to discover that she fancied him, it was another entirely to have her express her satisfaction with him. He took a breath and drove his head forward, boldly filling his muzzle with her length.
His hubris at attempting to fellate her bit him squarely on the ass. No sooner did the tip of her length bump against the back of his throat than he gagged and recoiled. Had he given any thought to what he was doing, he wouldn’t have tried something so foolish - alas, between his libido and how quickly things were moving, his mind was clouded and judgment hindered. Moments from pulling away and clearing his snout, she shot forward and roughly clutched the side of his skull.
Lifting and locking one leg against his back, ensuring he couldn’t escape, she wrenched him forward and drove her length down his gullet. His eyes bulged and watered, his throat spasmed around her cock, and his lungs were completely starved of air. She’d lulled him into a false sense of security, and now he was going to pay the price.
He pushed against her, attempting to get away, but it was a fruitless venture. His hands shot to his neck, feeling it bulge with each plunge of her tremendous shaft, as his nose repeatedly bumped against the bulb at the root of her cock. Of all the things she could have done with him, this had to be one of the most terrifying - nevertheless, his arousal somehow persisted throughout it all.
Everypony had treated him well throughout his life, going out of their way to pay him respect, but she was different. His lineage, his wealth, his academic prowess - none of them meant a thing to her. He was just a piece of meat, a new toy for Nau and her clan, and he was powerless to stop them.
She periodically pulled him back for sips of air, ensuring he wouldn’t black out from a lack of oxygen, yet her treatment was ruthless all the same. As the seconds stretched on to minutes and longer still, his defiance waned. Outclassed and overpowered, all he could do was accept his place.
Little by little, almost insidiously, his passion for her mounted. He’d only met her less than an hour ago, and he hadn’t been sure her clan even existed that morning, but he’d bet every bit he had that this was who she was - a true alpha she-stud who took what she wanted. Blinking away tears, he peeked up at her savagely grinning face.
As he met her eyes, she slowed. She hadn’t said anything, but the look she gave him told him that something had changed. Sure enough, after only a moment, she released him and removed her leg from his back. He’d like to think that his trial had ended, yet his instincts told him the true test was yet to come.
Glancing to one of the lesser canines, she barked something. He reluctantly pulled away and weakly coughed, clearing his throat of the pre-cum she’d coated it with, and placed his hands on his thighs. Whatever was going to happen with him - to him, he knew Nau wasn’t going to have him waiting for too long.
He quirked a brow as the amarezoness, the one who’d scurried away after receiving what he presumed was an order, returned holding a small gourd in her hands. As she crossed to him and thrust the small container in his face, an unfamiliar, somewhat fruity smell wafted to his nose. Peeking down into the container and seeing a murky liquid within, clearly a beverage of some sort, he glanced over to Nau.
The chieftain nodded in his direction. “Drink.”
Though he was reluctant to down whatever he’d been presented with, he took the gourd and brought it to his lips. Considering he’d had his face fucked and eaten Nau’s sweaty ass, having a drink couldn’t hurt anything - or so he thought. The cool, slightly sweet fluid flowed down his throat while he swallowed mouthful after mouthful, only stopping once he’d downed the contents in their entirety.
Before he could ask what the beverage was, just starting to think it was nothing more than a small refreshment, a warmth gradually blossomed in his belly. The sensation was odd but far from unpleasant, making him feel tingly all over and bringing with it a sort of mental peace. Had the Dread Host accepted him? Was he going to be shown their village and given a rare look at how their tribe operated? Unfortunately for him, with a fog settling over his mind, he quickly became too relaxed to care.
“Come,” Nau commanded, reclining slightly and clutching the base of her diamond-hard length, “sit.”
He moved instinctively, getting to his feet and turning away from her. It was hard to explain it, but he was even more compelled to obey her than he had been prior. She’d brought him there, welcoming him and marking him with her scent, and he should be honored that she wanted to have her way with him. Guided by feel alone, he shuffled back until he felt her cock-head kiss his entrance.
Her hands shot to his hips and pulled him down onto her lap, impaling him with blinding speed. Whimpering out and squirming ever so slightly, he peeked down at his stomach and spied the unmistakable imprint of her length bulging out his abdomen. He should have been concerned, realizing that such a gargantuan intrusion should have been painful or at the very least uncomfortable, yet all he felt was unimaginable pleasure.
“Please me,” Nau muttered, smacking his tush.
He did as she asked without question, broadening his stance as he started fucking himself on her. What in the world was happening? He’d never had so much as a finger in his ass before, yet he was riding her dick like a horny sorority girl at a frat party! Looking over his shoulder and at her face, he stroked her dick through the distended flesh on his belly.
His stallionhood throbbed and swayed between his thighs, slinging pre-cum all the while. He could scarcely believe what he was doing, much less that he was doing it in front of a number of well-endowed diamond dogs, but what was more surprising was that he could sense himself nearing his limit at staggering speed. Without so much as having touched himself, having only served Nau, he was driven to the brink of release.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, he chased after his release until he crossed the threshold. Faltering and throwing his head back, he mewled out as his seed spilled to the floor. The ecstasy of his climax was like none other, an order of magnitude more potent than orgasms he’d had in the past, and it seemed to curry favor with the tribe. The Dread Host tittered and whispered to one another while they jacked themselves off to the sight of him cumming in such a shameful way, yet there was one amongst them who remained silent.
Leaning in and pressing her heavy chest to his back, Nau grabbed his legs and pulled them up to either side of her head. He couldn’t have cared less about being placed in what felt like an obscene parody of a wrestling hold, lost to his rapture, although he did notice that he didn’t remain stationary for long. A sense of weightlessness truck him, and his view of the surrounding canines shifted as she stood from her throne.
“Mate,” Nau breathed hotly on his ear. “Breed…”
The mere mention of breeding drove him to another climax and forced him to squeal out in glee. How could he have been so ignorant? He’d assumed the Dread Host weren’t treating him well, tormenting him as some form of punishment, but that wasn’t the case - if anything, the truth was the polar opposite. Now and her tribe had recognized his potential, viewing him as a sow and an outlet for their carnal desires, and that realization filled him with unabashed joy.
“T…thank you!” he wailed in ponish as Nau rutted him like a sex-toy.
With his knees to either side of his head, and his arms pinned to Nau’s chest, he was completely immobilized. She pulled him upward and slammed him back down, thrusting to meet his descents and causing her fat, ripe nuts to smack against his comparatively meager balls with each plunge. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this, but finding her and her clan had been the smartest decision he’d ever made.
His second orgasm hit him as swiftly and just as mercilessly as the first. He brayed and writhed against her, turning his head from side to side between her breasts while she remade him inside and out. He was hers in every conceivable way, even though he’d had no way of realizing it when he’d woken up in her hut, and now she was going to claim him.
On and on she went, rutting him like the bitch he was and driving him from one climax to the next. This was heaven, there was no other way to put it, and the raw passion she displayed was enough to make him forget all about his friends, family, and the affluent life he’d lived. As far as he was concerned, he’d be happy to spend the rest of his days as Nau’s personal cock-sleeve.
Since he was unable to move his arms or legs, he focused on the few things he could do to show his appreciation to her. Getting her rhythm down, he clenched and relaxed his hole to milk her colossal cock - furthermore, while it may have been purely unintentional, he groaned and cried out as she ruined him. While it may not have been much in the grand scheme of things, it was his most sincere hope that she enjoyed him even marginally as much as he adored her.
With ropes of saliva dangling from his chin and tears of joy streaming down his face, he gripped her shaft through the taut flesh of his stomach. She was close, he could feel her swelling knot beating against his battered hole, and he yearned for nothing more than to feel her seed surging filling him. As if sensing his desires, she forced him downward, drove the girthy root of her shaft into him, and howled victoriously.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head while his belly gurgled and distended from wave after seething wave of her jizz. Outlandish images of himself, carrying her litter and dressed like a member of her tribe, filled his thoughts as his softening stallionhood jerked and dribbled the last of his spunk. She’d forced out every drop of his seed, the physical representation of his masculinity, but she wasn’t finished with him yet - not by a long shot.
She slowed and panted, keeping her knot buried until her climax had fully run its course. The reprieve was brief, lasting what felt like no more than a few minutes, although it was long enough to let him savor it. He whined as she hauled him up and unsheathed herself, feeling her knot pop free from his quivering, cum-filled hole, before she unceremoniously dropped him to the ground.
“Take him,” she grumbled.
He wearily glanced over at her as she seated herself on her throne, yet a shadow quickly fell over him. Turning his head and peering upward, he watched as the clan closed in on him. The chieftain was finished, sated at least for the time being, and now it was the pack’s turn to have their fun with him. Too weak to move, he eagerly awaited what they had to offer.
The remainder of the day and well into the afternoon were hedonism incarnate. He was fucked in more positions than he could imagine, used in ways that defied belief, and he loved every second of it. As soon as one of the she-studs finished using him, pumping a load down his throat or into his ass, another took their place without giving him the slightest regard. By the time they were finished, with the sun dipping towards the horizon, he was beyond exhausted.
Shakily pushing himself onto his side, he rolled onto his back and peeked down at himself. Every part of him was glazed in seed from the Dread Host, his stomach was so bloated with cum that he could pass for being pregnant, and he’d lost all interest in ever using his stallionhood to get off. He turned his head as Nau approached, squatted down next to him, and looked him over.
“My - Cough - chieftain,” he croaked, feebly reaching over to rub her leg.
Nau swung a leg over his head and draped her slick, semi-rigid dick over his muzzle. “Worship.”
His tongue was running over her length before she’d even uttered the word. The taste of her spunk and his ass danced over his taste buds, reminding him of his purpose and his low rank in her tribe. He mopped her clean as quickly as he was able, happily humming to himself as he completed his duty. If she was happy, he was happy - it was as simple as that.
Once he was finished, she took him by the wrist, hauled him from the floor, and threw him over her shoulders. “Sleep soon. Feast tomorrow for new bitch.”
Even if he’d had a full understanding of her language, there was no way he could thank her for the gift she’d given him. He had a purpose now, one that didn’t involve any of the fineries his society could ever provide, and he swore an oath to devote himself to her as best he could. Now that fate had brought them together and shown him where he belonged, he’d finally be able to start truly living…
