(Draft) Prisoner of Conscription - Part 1 (Patreon)

Here's a story that I started a couple months ago and have been really wanting to finish. It's about a soldier who is in a relationship with her commander. They're both anthro horses that have a curse where they grow a cock when they're turned on. Their relationship is a bit destructive. The MC idolizes the commander and that's not necessarily a good thing.

Prisoner of Conscription

by Zmeydros

~[insert other side of foci name here]September 28th 1751 - Atvol~

The first several decades of my life, I was a fool. I confused the ideals of those that reared me with what was right, didn’t know the limits of my own power, and was shit at relationships because I only saw the traits in others that I wanted to see. All I knew how to do was hate those I was told to hate and cause destruction in the direction I was pointed.

I was a bow that thought it was aiming and firing itself.

Sometimes fools learn they are foolish by meeting people from other parts of the world, sometimes they get themselves killed and face their foolishness during that last long gasp before they pass into darkness, and sometimes they learn they are foolish when they are forced to face the lies that have become part of their being.

My last days as a fool started with a sunset, a calm summer breeze, and a passionate kiss. The broad equine muzzle pressed up against mine belonged to my commanding officer. She was thirteen years my senior and the excuse we repeated to each other as to why our fraternization was acceptable was that we were the only two herm curse bearers in our brigade.

Of course, if that hadn’t been true, we would have found some other, equally feeble, reason. The fact we shouldn’t fuck each other was our main kink. It made everything we did hotter, more necessary.

“By the Glimmer, Atty, how can you be this hard already?” Vessa asked.

My loose combat pants were just getting to the point where my bulge was becoming a problem. “The afternoon sun, the breeze, the smell of the mountain air...I feel so ridiculously alive!”

“Do you get hard every time you survive a battle too?” she asked while untying the yellow sash that held my pants up.

I lifted my buttocks and she pulled them down as I flicked my black-haired horse tail up to pull it out of the tail hole. “No! Of course not!”

She pressed my pants into a crack in the giant boulder we were sitting on so the wind wouldn’t take them. “I bet all it takes for your cock to come in is for the breeze to pick up.”

The breeze blowing across my thick equine length felt unfathomably good and I was going to be fully hard in seconds. There was no point in arguing with her, so I just reached down and tugged at the square knot that was keeping her pants on.

The light brown horse fur of her hands pretended to counter my attempt to undress her as she said, “Hey! I was enjoying the foreplay.”

“Sure, that’s why you took off my pants,” I retorted.

“I took off your pants so your huge dick wouldn’t rip them.”

With her sash undone, I reached into her pants and grabbed at her balls, which were quickly expanding to fill the palm of my hand. “Tell me you want to go back to foreplay and I’ll stop.”

“But I don’t want you to stop.”

“You’re sounding very indecisive for a commander,” I chided as the broad head of her prick cleared her sheath.

“It’s not indecisiveness, its tactical flexibility.” She lifted her butt up. “Now help me out of these pants.”

“So, we’ve left the foreplay stage of this sortie?” I asked as I removed her pants. They were medium brown with red stitching at the seams to denote her rank.

“Yes, foreplay has officially ended, it’s time to penetrate the enemy’s def--AAAH!”

I interrupted her by climbing onto her lap and rubbing my pussy on her sheath. Her prick had receded during our banter, but it wouldn’t stay hidden for long. Not with me grinding my hot wet equine snatch against her. She sputtered and gasped and moaned as her erection pressed out of her and into me.

I groaned and threw my head back feeling her stretch me open. When her medial ring entered, I started bouncing on her lap and she got hard at an alarming rate. Then there was the fantastic sensation of her shaft thickening as the curse gave her a package to rival mine.

She bent her front towards me and hurriedly stripped me out of my shirt.

Batting her hands away when they reached for my freshly naked cleavage, I stopped my humping atop her and and relieved her of her top. Our hands found each other’s bosoms when I resumed slamming her into the hard stone she was laying on. I was sure the base of her tail would hurt after this, but I also knew she wouldn’t care. The time we got alone was precious and was best spent using our bodies until we were both sore.

Her shaft was even firmer now, just about to start filling me up. Mine was smacking her belly over and over as I repeatedly hilted her inside me.

Movement out of the corner of my eye caused me to jerk my head to the southeast. Vessa’s second in command, Bavpik, put his hands around the end of his muzzle to better project his yelling. “The dragons are preparing to blindside us from the west tomorrow!”

Vessa’s interest in sex died the moment the words found her ears and she pushed me up off her. Standing with her mighty pre-dripping dick pointing at her first officer, she asked, “How?”

“One of our scouts found a mountain pass that wasn’t on our map. A whole battalion is on it.”

“Damn it! After all that effort putting up air defenses.” As she shook her head, I got dressed.

Bavpik thought for a moment. “If we clear out the tents nearest their exit point, we can create a killing field where we can use attack spells and siege weapons without worrying about crossfire."

“Great idea! Begin preparations, I’ll be right behind you!” She got into her pants and tied her sash before throwing on her shirt. 

Both of us climbed down the boulder outcropping awkwardly as our extra equipment laggardly took its leave. Mine stayed with me until we'd made it all the way down the hill and through the scraggly conifer grove on the north side of camp.

Burning pine for warmth and to cook had turned camp into a foul place. I could taste the smoke better than I could taste the food most of the time. People kept telling me that I'd get used to it, but it had been a few years since I'd been conscripted and I still dreaded being stationed in pine forests. Of course, we could have used magic to do all our heating, but the more magic we used, the further away we could be detected. The use of camp fires vs magic had to be weighed depending on the visibility our location.

The eight-person tents were all oval-shaped with two poles holding up the center and they were arranged in concentric circles with the huge open-sided communal dining tent in the center. We'd been stationed here long enough that we'd actually made tables and benches for everyone in the camp. Getting the dragons out of these mountains was a monumental effort.

As we walked down the north-south spoke of a walkway past the outermost row of tents, I asked, "If they had that mountain pass all this time, why didn't they put it to use earlier?"

"Maybe they got tired of us finding their hiding places and decided it was time to go on the offensive? If I'd known these mountain-dwellers were such cowards from the start, I would have brought another battalion to help with the search effort."

"They make us work hard, don't they?" 

"Yeah, it would be easier on them, and us, if they just lined up so we could run by with a sword and slit their throats."

An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. It was a familiar uneasy feeling I'd been ignoring since my childhood. It was accompanied by a nagging voice inside me that asked questions like: "If the dragons are so bad, why are we the ones always attacking them?" and "If someone invaded my land, wouldn't I fight back when someone tried to take it away from me?"

"But that would kill all our fun, right?" Vessa nudged me with her elbow.

I smiled like the enabling advisor of a despot king. "Indeed."

"Well, I'm going to make preparations. You go help clear out our killing field."

"Yes m'am," I said with honest respect and admiration.

"Always the good soldier." She kissed my cheek and dashed off toward the east where her command tent stood.

Going west, I found well over a hundred of my compatriots tearing down tents. Most were anthro horses like me, but there was a smattering of wolves. The horses looked much more regal with their manes and tails than the scraggly wolves. Their long fur matted easily and its upkeep was difficult in muddy battlefields.

Jarka was the one wolf that never had a speck of dirt on her. Her grey coat had been splashed with white and tan and she was the only wolf that ever crossed my mind when I was wet and hard. I ran over to her calling out her name.

She looked up from the tent she was folding. "Atvol!"

"You can call me Atty."

"Nah, if I start calling you Atty, you're gonna think I want to come to your tent at night." She smirked. "And we can't have that, can we?"

"If you came to my tent at night, I'd make it worth your while." I winked.

"Vessa doesn't seem like the sharing type."

I laughed. "She knows she can't keep up with me."

The insides of her ears pinkened. "Wanna help me get this tent packed up?"

This was our game. We'd flirt until she got flustered, and then she'd change the subject. I was sure my relationship with the commander was the reason why we'd never made good on our mutual interest. She brought it up far too often for it not to have been a concern.

Jarka and I distracted ourselves with playful banter as we helped clear tents out. It was grueling work with awkward positions and far too much time on our knees. At the end of it, Jarka and I were sitting on one of the tents we'd folded staring at the wedge of open space we'd helped to create.

She put her arm around me and pulled me against her side. "Thanks."

"I was ordered to do it, but you're welcome." I put my arm around her.

"No, I mean, thanks for getting to me before some first-year who thinks a convincing argument is all I'd need to fuck someone without breasts."

I sighed. "They're the reason I'm afraid to let it slip that there's a few men out there I wouldn't mind bringing back to my tent."

"Atvol, can I tell you something that you must keep to yourself?"

"Sure."

"Even if it's about Vessa?" she asked.

"People complain to me about Vessa all the time, whatever it is, it's safe with me."

"You should distance yourself from her."

"What!?" I said louder than I'd intended. At the time, I thought Jarka was trying to get me all to herself, but I should have listened to her.

She let go of me and pulled away. "Look, I'm just trying to protect you, okay? She turns on the people she's closest to."

"She's told me about all her exes. They were all jerks and she had every right to turn on them."

She raised an eyebrow. "And you believe her? Listening to her, you'd think she'd never made a wrong move in a relationship."

"That's because she's really good at relationships."

"No, it's because she's a narcissist."

My mouth fell open. "How can you say that? She treats her troops like wayward siblings. We're lucky she's our commander."

"I never said she wasn't good at her job. What I mean is..." She sighed. "Name one time you had an argument and she admitted she was wrong."

I thought for a moment trying to remember something that had never happened. All I had was a feeling that Jarka was mistaken, that my memory was failing me because she'd put me on the spot. The frustration from being unable to thwart her argument became anger. "Wait, I get it, you're just jealous of my relationship with her!"

"Sorry I brought it up." Jarka stood up and walked away.

I balled up my fist at Jarka's ability to walk away from our little snit. What she could walk away from, I would carry with me for the next few weeks.

Move this paragraph to part 2?As the electric anticipation of battle put everyone on edge, I thrived. The coming battle would allow me to put my frustration to use and the life or death stakes would burn the uneasiness I felt toward Vessa from my mind. It was only when I was idle that this uneasiness crept in. It was only when I was idle that I started being honest with myself. And that honesty hurt more than any wound that had ever marked my flesh.

A conglomeration of wolves, horses, ballistas, trebuchets, and catapults had been brought up to the periphery of the killing field. Vessa had planned to fill the air with a storm of projectiles and magic that would thwart any attempt at an air attack by the enemy. Those same defenses were now deployed to make sure that any attempt to enter from the mountain pass would result in certain death. Well, if we weren't terribly wrong. There was a boulder bigger than a barn blocking off the pass. I kept hearing mutterings that the dragons would move it somehow.

My thoughts about the battle tomorrow were interrupted by Vessa's hand on my shoulder. She always grabbed me the same way when she spun me around, like she knew exactly how much she could pull without tipping me over. 

With a small smile that was more visible in her eyes than on her muzzle, she said, "Let's get some dinner, and my cock, in you.

"At the same time?" I asked as heat rushed southward.

She laughed. "Nah, you'd be moaning too much to get anything down."

I stepped forward and cupped her muff with my hand. "You sure you'll make it all the way through dinner? I bet you want to bend me over and take me right here."

Letting out a whinny, she tilted her hips toward me and started rubbing herself against my hand. I felt her balls start to form and press back against my rubbing. Then she pushed me away from her. "Not gonna fall for your heavy petting, you're the one who's balls drop with only the slightest goading."

"You keep acting like I'm worse than you, but where's your proof? Name one time I've teased you when you didn't start springing a boner?" I poked her right boob aiming for her nipple the emphasize "one time."

The evil smirk that curved her lips spoke of lewd thoughts and a will do to unspeakable things to me. I was getting wet just holding her stare. "Getting a bit uppity, aren't we? I think you need some discipline, soldier. Turn around."

I obeyed. 

Every time I teased Vessa, she made sure to degrade me back with interest. And she wasn't afraid to do it right in front of the rest of the battalion. It was stunts like these that had led to me never getting promoted. I was Vessa's mascot, not her equal. Had I realized this at the time, I would've kept teasing her and not let her get the upper hand. 

"Stand still," she said as she reached around to my front and grabbed the knot that was holding up my pants.

"Vessa, come on, you're not seriously going to--"

"Mouth shut!" she barked as she untied the knot.

My ears blushed so bright that they felt hot. Vessa was about to expose me to at least fifty people, fifty people who had fought along side me. There were rocks bouncing in my stomach and moisture building in the cleft between my thighs.

Then it happened, the cloth keeping me decent fell to the ground. There was no going back, everyone's eyes were on my puffy equine muff.

Vessa said, "If you're not out of control, prove it. You know the stakes, right? There's maybe a dozen of us that know how gorgeous and big your balls are and how long and thick your prick is. I bet most everyone else thinks it's just a rumor that you can grow a dick like me. Imagine what'll happen when the whole battalion knows it's the Glimmer-sworn truth."

Biting my lip as the cool mountain air tickled my nethers, I held back a moan. Part of me really wanted to be shown off, the other part knew this was incredibly inappropriate. Gathering all my courage while pushing back against my arousal, I said, "Okay, you've made your point, let's find a tent before we make a scene." I bent my knees and reached for my pants.

She grabbed me under the arms and stood me back up. "At attention, soldier!"

I straightened my back. Our military training mirrored that of earth a bit, but we didn't salute when we were made to stand at attention. It was a waiting stance with our hands at our sides, body ready to follow the next command which could be to cast a spell or get into a defensive pose, or salute when we accepted a more complex order.

"Let's not make a scene then." Her voice took on the full force of a command. "It's simple, don't get hard no matter what I do."

"Yes ma'm!" I gave the salute. Our salute was hand pointing toward the sky with the palm facing inward. We called it "The Unbreakable Blade." Just after I accepted her order, I realized just how impossible it was and tried to backpedal. "Wait a moment, you're not seri--AAAHH!"

As I tried to object, her right hand was on the move. She interrupted me by hooking two fingers over my large equine clit and tugging. I spread my legs on instinct. She nuzzled and nipped at my neck pressing her front against my back. I clenched my mouth shut, I tried to get my legs to close, and I even tried to use my pussy muscles to hold it shut and stop it from winking. None of it did any good. My urethra moved toward my clit as she fondled me. 

With me still unable to speak without moaning, Vessa looked across all the faces that were turned toward us and said, "Go to dinner, or stay and watch the show, up to you. I give Atvol, here, less than five minutes before she's at full mast."

Some of the soldiers went off toward the dining area, some looked on with expressions battling between embarrassment and curiosity, and others were crossing the open field to find out what everyone was looking at. People were already jockeying to be in the front line of spectators.

Telkyv, an equine woman with dappled gray fur, who knew I was into her, strutted over and raised an eyebrow at Vessa. "Why did you give her an order you know she can't obey?"

"Because she'll get hard faster that way." Vessa dug her fingers into my pussy and I lost control of my moaning as my clit became pinky-finger-sized shaft jutting out from the front of my pussy. Getting a prick felt fantastic. Just feeling it grow in made it difficult for me to want it to stop, regardless of the situation.

"May we take off our uniforms, commander?" Telkyv asked.

"No, that would make her feel less embarrassed." Vessa grabbed the hem of my top. "Arms up!"

It wasn't like I was thinking much at that point, but resistance to her stripping me in front of everyone might have made her reconsider. 

My nipples perked up as they were kissed by the chill in the air. Being fully on display made it impossible to hold back. I grunted as my prick grew larger than my index finger. My feminine nectar was starting to trickle down my thighs.

As Telkyv watched, she slipped a hand into her pants and started playing with herself. Had I known that she was that into me, I would have bent her over ages ago. We were terrible at conversing with each other, so we never stayed in close proximity that long. Perhaps we should have worked to rid ourselves of our awkward attraction to each other by starting with sex. She would have provided a much better relationship than the one I had with Vessa. It's a shame I only really got to know her after the terrible things that happened in the weeks that followed this public debauchery.

Along with a thrum deep in my abdomen, a sac developed below my dick. I was as big around as two fingers and cresting five inches long. Gritting my teeth, I tried to tell myself that this wasn't a good situation. That this was far far outside behavior any soldier should exhibit in front of her compatriots. But, my sheath was fully formed and I was in too much pleasure to care that the crowd of awe-struck faces had nearly doubled in size.

Now Vessa had three fingers in me and was pressing her breasts so firmly against my back that I could feel her nipples through the tough fabric of her uniform. Telkyv was unabashedly digging into her own snatch and groping her left breast as my length reached eight inches. I grunted trying to get up the will to stop before the lust took complete hold, but Vessa's fingering was far too skilled for me to maintain my composure. My newly-formed testes moved toward my sac as my flare became obvious. It felt like that moment of weightlessness after jumping off a cliff: my insides shifted around until two grape-sized balls fell into my sac with a popping sensation. I whinnied and my length jumped as I pred so hard that stream landed four feet away from me.

Jaws dropped and so did my balls. They hung lower and lower, pressing against the heel of Vessa's hand. The admiration in the eyes of those watching made me burn with arousal and embarrassment under my fur. I was ashamed of being unable to follow Vessa's order, but the fact I couldn't follow it was so damn hot! My mind was a contradiction, this situation impossible to fully process.

Unable to resist, my left hand wrapped around my erection while my right found my breasts. I was now over a foot long and thick enough I couldn't quite get my fingers around all of it.

The thrill was greater than a near miss in battle. I'd never felt this exposed in my life. My whole body was pounding. So many eyes on me, so many bulges making wet spots, so many hands tucked out of sight as people fingered and stroked themselves. It was as if seeing me grow a dick was the erotic show of a lifetime. Sure, some people were watching out of a disgusted curiosity, but even they were no less enthralled.

There was no question everyone saw me as a lusty, out of control, mare, but that somehow made it better. Also worse, but I wasn't able to see that. What I saw was dozens of potential suitors. I was so turned on that I wanted them to line up and take turns with me. Vessa knew how to play me. No one was thinking about her being the kinky one. She was the presenter and I was the main attraction.

Vessa's curse was well known. She'd been in the military far longer than I had and had slept with enough people to build a bit of a reputation. Somehow, she'd been able to avoid being labeled as a slut. It wasn't that bad of a label for us, but it still brought with it a connotation that the person in question had poor impulse control. And hence was unfit for a command position. Vessa was smart and tended to have multiple long-running relationships instead of lots of short ones. I had a reputation for impulsiveness, so the whole slut thing stuck to me. 

Perhaps what Vessa did next was an attempt to prove to me, and herself, that her social standing was more than secure. Or she was just in it for the thrill. She was the sort that would bet her men she could take out ten enemy soldiers in ten minutes, march into battle to prove it, and then collect her winnings.

Pulling her fingers out of my pussy, she addressed the hundred or so souls that had gathered. "If I don't breed her, she's gonna make a mess of the dining seats." She spread her fingers and there were heated groans at the strands of my lust that glistened between them. "Who wants to see me take care of her needs right here, right now?"

This got me to stop stroking and look back at her. One ear down, one ear up, surprised as I could be. "What!?"

My question was drowned out by a roar of "Fuck yes!," "Yeah!," and "Do it!"

A big strong male with reddish fur pulled his erection, which was a bit smaller than mine, out of his pants as if it had caught fire. He'd been so hard that I wondered if his leg seam would burst. I reveled in the relief on his face and admired the beautiful girthy shaft he'd brought out of hiding.

Seeing that, Telkyv dropped her pants and threw off her top. As I watched her thrust her fingers back in and grab hold of one of her full breasts, my balls grew to the size of tangerines. I simply couldn't contain myself anymore.

Vessa undid her pants and got out of her shirt to the cheers of her subordinates. The moment her pants hit the ground, she lifted my tail out of the way and ground her crotch against my ass. The crowd didn't know this, but Vessa was nearly out of her mind with lust. I could smell her cooch so clearly that I was tempted to grab her and shove in, her allusion of command over me be damned! But she'd already sold me, and our audience, on her bending me over and I welcomed her dick like an old friend.

"Beg soldier, beg for your commander's cock." Vessa tugged on my tail. Her clit was getting slicked up by my sopping wet snatch as she rubbed it against me while refusing to enter.

Feeling that warm flesh mash against my cooch put me in a daze. I blinked trying to engage the part of my mind that wasn't clouded by lust. I failed. Instead, I cried out, "I need your cock! Please-oh-please fuck me, commander!"

I think Telkyv may have had her first orgasm of the night from hearing me beg. She was gyrating those hips and whinnying up a storm.

But Vessa wasn't done teasing. "I don't know, you don't sound needy enough to me. You can do better than that, can't you?"

Knowing exactly what she wanted to hear from role playing we'd done in private and far too turned on to worry about an audience, I said, "Fuck! I'm the biggest slut in this entire camp! I want to fuck everyone. I want to try every dick and pussy, one after the other. I'm always horny. I'm always wet. And, if you don't cum inside me soon, I'm gonna lose my mind!"

Jamming her soon-to-be prick in my waiting snatch, Vessa said, "That was some excellent begging!" 

I'd been resisting my curse so my prick had grown slowly. Vessa wasn't resisting her curse at all. Inches slipped inside me as I got a new clit to replace the one that had become my prick. She growled and pulled the base of my tail as she pistoned in and out stretching me more with every thrust.

She'd never grown this fast. I found myself sputtering and moaning at the way her girth expanded with every throb. Soon her balls were smacking against my ass. 

Telkyv and the reddish-furred hunk were working toward orgasm with abandon, just as I was. My hands were flying up and down my shaft while blushing conscripts disrobed to join the fun. Having your commander openly engage in erotic acts had a way of obliterating the behavioral status quo. Had we been humans, Vessa would probably have been disciplined and relieved of her rank. But we were not humans and Vessa was operating in the gray area just at the limit of what one could do in public.

As Vessa's cock reached its full length inside me, Telkyv and that stallion prepared to travel even deeper into the gray. They got on their knees about four feet away from me hoping to get caught in the thick fountain of cream I was about to unleash.

This only made me want to cum more. My flare expanded, my pussy twtiched, my balls ached as Vessa plowed my satiny fields with great urgency. She lost herself right when she was about to make more teasing remarks. Her dominance devolved into whinnies and cries of passion.

I gasped as her flare thickened, I cried out as her shaft started to pulse, and I whinnied as she rammed home and flooded my depths.

My eyes locked on the two, side by side, muzzles awaiting my release. As my pussy pulled at Vessa's shaft, and an ecstatic explosion nearly took me off my feet, I tried to warn them with, "I-I'm gonnaaAAAHH!"

They opened their mouths not quite in time to catch my first blast. But the several that came after? I did my best to give them an equal share to swallow. This orgasm was like a gust of scorching summer wind: my prick hurt, it was cumming so hard. It was a wonderful, satisfying pain. 

The feminine dew from my snatch's orgasm drenched Vessa's groin as my inner muscles worked her dick so hard I could feel her fidget and gasp behind me. Her flare had locked her inside, I had her captive. 

I don't think Vessa, or I, had ever cum that much in our lives. My snatch felt utterly stuffed and the two who had put themselves in my line of fire had thick horse semen dripping from their muzzles.

Telkyv licked her lips and then used her broad tongue to steal the spooge that had missed the stallion's mouth. He laughed at first, but then started making out with her. Watching them share my seed was nearly enough to wake my prick up from it's stupor.

But then what had happened started to sink in. None of my fellow soldiers would look at me the same way again. In their minds, I was Vessa's sexual conquest, her obedient girlfriend, someone who needed her to keep them out of trouble. The afterglow was fantastic, but the aftermath destroyed my life.