Bargain with the bandits

"Please," you say, glancing back and forth between them, "if you promise not to hurt me, I'll give you whatever you want."

"I think you know what we want," the human says, taking a step toward you. You step away, but that puts you closer to the drakaron. "Take off that dress and let us have a look at you."

"And if I do, you won't hurt me?" you ask.

"No, we won't hurt you, we promise," the drakaron hisses, his black, forked tongue flicking out. Your hands trembling, you draw your dress off over your head.

"Well I'll be damned," the human says. "This Filly is really a Stallion."

"Let me see," the drakaron hisses, scaly hands grabbing your arm and turning you around. They both stare at your cock, then the drakaron reaches out and grabs one of your tits. "These feel real."

You cringe as the human grabs you by the balls, his palm warm against your flesh. You try to resist, but you can't stop yourself from getting hard as he rolls your stones in his hand, your cock emerging from your sheath, the blunt head black as night.

"This feels real, too," the human says. "So, which is it, my pretty striped Pony? Are you a Filly with a cock, or a Stallion with tits?"

"I'm a Filly," you whisper, trying to squirm out of their grasp.

"I don't know," hisses the drakaron. "If you're a Filly, show us your pussy."

"And if I won't?" you ask.

"If you don't, we just might have to gut you and eat you," the human says, brandishing his dagger again.

Swallowing hard, you pull away from them and bend over, widening your stance and lifting your tail so they can see the slick, pink lips of your aching pussy. The two males make appreciative noises, the drakaron's tongue flicking out to taste the air.

"She smells delicious," he hisses, reaching for you. The human steps in front of him.

"Hold up," he says. "Do you know how much the Blood King will pay for a such a unique addition to his collection? A fortune! We'll both be rich! But he prefers his merchandise to be untouched and unspoiled, so keep your claws off of her."

The drakaron hisses, a chilling sound, but draws back. "You had better be right, Mellion."

"Have you ever known me to be wrong?" the human, Mellion, says with a laugh. "Now, go get the horses ready, Slithis, while I help our payday put her clothes back on." The drakaron stomps off into the woods, leaving you alone with the bandit, Mellion. He picks up your dress and tosses it to you. "Put that on."

"Please," you beg him as you slip back into your dress. "You can't do this. My father needs me."

"And my children need me," Mellion says. "With the gold I'll get for you, I can quit thieving and raiding, maybe buy a little farm and raise some chickens. Now, c'mon, then, time's wasting." He forces you to follow the trail into the forest, to where Slithis is waiting with two ragged old mares, your pleas falling upon deaf ears. The drakaron ties your hands behind your back and places a dirty, sweaty cloth bag over your head, then they throw you across the withers of one of the horses like a sack of grain.

You travel like this for what feels like hours, though you do lose consciousness once or twice, so you can't be sure how long or how far you have been taken. The air has grown cold, so you guess it must be night by the time the horses finally stop and you are pulled down. You stagger and nearly fall, but rough, taloned hands keep you on your feet. You are shoved and dragged up stone steps and into a building. You can feel carpet under your hooves and hear whispered voices nearby.

Finally, you are allowed to stop, and you stand on trembling legs, gasping for breath. The bag is pulled off of your head and you squint in the sudden light. You are standing in a richly furnished room, a library or a study, perhaps, judging by all the shelves full of books and the huge, carved desk in front of you. Seated behind the desk is a sleek, black Rabbit, his glossy fur like satin. He has the most startling, pale blue eyes that you've ever seen, hard and glittery like polished aquamarine. He is dressed like a nobleman in a black suit, crisp white shirt, and a silk tie that matches his eyes. A black silk top hat with a pale blue band hangs from the corner of his high-backed chair.

The Rabbit glances up from a ledger filled with numbers and notations, his cold eyes raking you from ears to hooves. "I don't need another Mare," he says, "not even a striped one."

"Oh, but Sir, you haven't seen the best part," Mellion says. You squirm, trying to pull away, but Slithis holds you fast as the human lifts up the front of your dress, exposing your cock and balls. "And she's still got a pussy," he says proudly, as if your anatomy was somehow his achievement.

"You might have started with that fact, Mellion, and saved us all some time," the Rabbit says, rising from his chair and stepping around his desk. He's tall and lean, elegant and graceful, with large, soft hindpaws and a fluffy, black cottontail, but something about him gives you the creeps, an aura of darkness that seems to surround him. "How much do you want for her?"

"Well, we've heard how much you're offering for...unique...individuals, and you won't find many more unique than her," Mellion says.

"I quite agree," the Rabbit says. "However, that reward comes with one caveat--do you know that she is unspoiled?"

"We never touched her, Sir," Mellion says. "I don't know if anyone else has. We figured you'd be able to get the truth out of her better than we could."

"Indeed." The Rabbit steps close and grabs you by the throat, nearly lifting your hooves off the floor. He's much stronger than a Rabbit his size ought to be. "Answer honestly, are you a virgin?"