Under Unicorn Rule

This story is a continuation from Against Unicorn Rule.

Liam groaned, slumped on his narrow, rickety bed -- but the young stallion was lucky, to be fair, he even had a bed. There were many members of the resistance, still, who didn't even have that, hiding from the unicorns while they skulked in the shadows. Some waited for their chance to stage an uprising, to push back against the unicorns any way that they could. Others, well... Others were just doing the best they could without falling to the unicorns, one way or the other.

For many, it was all about survival and that was something Liam was very conscious of.

At nineteen-years-old, the stallion had a darker bay coat and a black mane and tail, with a small, white diamond in the centre of his forehead. In terms of traditional equine markings, it was called a "star," even if it didn't look like one. He'd never quite understood that, but it was part of their equine history and, well, he felt he had to go along with that. Liam didn't have any white "sock" markings on his fetlocks and lower legs, but apparently he looked just like his father.

He'd never known his father. Liam rolled over in bed, hearing laughter from the street outside, the cluster of hastily thrown-together buildings constructed from wood, away from the prying eyes of the unicorns. In the deep mountains, it was one of few places where they would hunt for the resistance. They would only come after them, it was presumed, when they became a problem to the unicorns.

Liam's father had been the leader of the resistance -- before he was born. When his mother had been pregnant with him, his father had been captured and, well...he hadn't got out of the unicorns' clutches. Liam didn't know what had happened to him, whether he was still alive or, perhaps, had met a timely end. He knew he'd prefer not to live through the unicorn rule, what with their magical powers and mind reading abilities. It wasn't the kind of life he wanted to live either, with their oppression.

That was why he was ready to fight with the resistance, despite them taking heavy hits after his father's capture. More recently, however, there'd been rumblings and rumours that the resistance had been infiltrated by a unicorn... Which, to him, was laughable. Just how could a unicorn get in amongst them? They had a horn, for heaven's sake!

Still, that was the very reason Liam was in a state of need at that very moment, tossing and turning in his bed. It was too early for him to sleep and yet the stallion had needed to get away from his family and friends, just to try to find some relief -- a little peace and quiet in which to settle his body. After all, they knew well enough what the unicorns did to those they captured, forcing them to imprint on a unicorn and lose all resistance.

That came through orgasm. In the case of stallions, ejaculation into the unicorn, in some way. Liam shuddered and groaned, tail trying to flick under the thin bedsheet as he turned over on to his side, back to the wall.

No, no... He didn't want to think about that, no. For he couldn't ejaculate, even if there was no one there who could possibly be a unicorn.

To protect the stallions in particular from being coerced and forced by the unicorns, all members of the resistance had undergone the anti-orgasm process. It was just as unpleasant as it sounded. Even though they could still experience sexual pleasure, which the mares seemed to find more bearable than the stallions, there simply was no orgasm to be had for them.

So, he could stroke his cock, pump up the flare, tease his fingers around it and drool pre-cum... Yet there'd be nothing more than that. He would throb and throb, his cock twitching and jerking, practically splattering that very pre-cum back over his belly in pearly droplets.

But that was it. No orgasm would rise for him and his balls would ache and throb -- and not in the good way at all. No... Liam was all too familiar with just how good he could feel and then how bad he could feel. Okay, so maybe his brain wasn't quite working as well as it should have been, cloudy with the need to climax.

Even then, his cock throbbed within his clothes, trying to swell out of his sheath and pushing against the front of his underwear and trousers. The thick, heavy trousers were of the kind that protected his legs from the rougher undergrowth out there, so they mostly kept his dick in check.

"Unff... Come on... Just...don't think of things like that. It's that easy. Don't worry about it. No one gets to get off...like that."

He shook his head, mane clinging damply to his neck where he was sweating. Liam shouldn't really have crawled into bed fully clothed, but the chill was getting into his bones as the months grew colder and damper. That and it helped restrain his cock from pinging out and driving him utterly insane.

Liam pressed his face into his pillow, even his eyelashes damp with frustrated tears. He wasn't crying, yet the strain and stress of not being able to cum worked their way deep into his psyche. But he had to deal with it, for he couldn't possibly risk imprinting on a unicorn.

But it was worse for him as Carly's face appeared in his mind. The pretty, bay mare was a little more lightly built than his draft-horse physique with lots of bone and feather around his fetlocks. However, she had a hint of more delicate feather around her lower legs too, which curled when the rain damped them down. It was so cute, yet such a small detail even Liam was surprised he'd noticed it at all.

Despite their restricted rations out there in the mountains, she was rather big-chested too. Liam was sure he wasn't supposed to be staring at her breasts, or the breasts of any other mare out there for that matter, but that didn't stop him.

He had a crush on her, obviously, but not just for her slim, appealing figure and rather full breasts. She had a laugh that made him want to laugh along with her and Carly was quick with her hands too, picking up on things that had taken others much longer to get the hang of. She was particularly good at building and was due to become a carpenter in their resistance herd, doing everything she could to help the equines around her.

Carly hadn't been there for all that long, though he was sure she hadn't quite been his sexual awakening. Either way, Liam certainly couldn't get her off his mind and that was the real problem there.

If he'd not been as horny as he was, he might have realised there was something wrong with the mare, who had appeared as if out of thin air. But Carly knew what she was doing and she'd been sent there for a very specific job.

The mare hung around outside Liam's home, hiding in the shadows, a heavy jacket hanging from her shoulders, though she didn't have her arms shoved through the sleeves. Carly leaned back, a smile tugging at her lips, though her eyes weren't as bright or as friendly as they were most of the time. Of course, that was just her putting on an act.

She had to. The empress, after all, had sent her.

"It's not right for you to stay here, dear half-brother," she murmured, fingers brushing lightly over her lower lip as the rain pattered down, dampening her mane and the hair of her arched neck. "It's time for you to do what we need you to, to be useful to the unicorn cause."

He was older than her by roughly nine months, though she'd still marvelled at being in the presence of her half-brother at long last, knowing he'd existed and yet never seeing him. Sometimes she'd seen her father, the stallion Cadoc, but he was more often than not tied up in serving the empress. But her mother cared deeply for her and her heart ached already to return to her home.

But Carly would not be able to do that until she had imprinted Liam, for that was the one and only reason she was there. Likely, to avoid suspicion, she'd have to fake her death, some kind of horrible accident, all so she could go home again -- but all that mess and fuss would be worth it in the end. She'd have to stay there for some time, surely, to make sure they didn't think she was the infiltrator, but Carly was already prepared for that. Once her half-brother was under her thrall, she'd be able to do whatever the hell she wanted and nothing of that kind would matter anymore.

So, she had to stand fast. It was a very pleasurable part of helping her unicorn-kind, however, and not one Carly minded in the slightest. It had not been put to her as an option for her to work on until she was an adult, of course, but the mare had leapt at it. The quest was exactly what the unicorn had needed to feel like she was a part of the cause, bringing all equines under their rule as was the intention of higher powers.

Her magical abilities, however, had greatly helped Carly -- that was only her casual name, going by Carline in more formal capacities -- in her work there. Infiltrating the horses would have been impossible if not for the fact she could use a psychic trick to hide her horn. It was still there, right there in the centre of her forehead, rising proudly high with a light spiral wrapping around it. The unicorn would not have felt right without it in its rightful place and shuddered at the notion of even seeing her reflection without it. Her horn was intrinsically a part of her and she would never let it go, not for anything.

She paced over lightly to the spot below his window, though the houses there didn't have tall ceilings, so it was not that high up, with his room being on the next level up from the ground. They called it the first floor but unicorns called it the second floor: horses were weird.

"Hey..." She said, raising her voice now that she had hid for long enough that there was no one else left around, other horses drifting off into the night and whatever other activities they had to engage in. "Liam... Liam?"

She dragged out the vowels in his name, though there was still something of a hiss in her voice. Yet he must have been awake, as she'd hoped, for his window rattled quietly open and a tousled, bay head poked its way out.

"Carly?" He grunted, jaw dropping for a moment before he clamped his mouth shut again, hiding his need for her even then. "What on earth are you doing here? You can't be here now!"

She smiled and pretended to shyly look down, scuffing a hoof across the ground. That was another part of her she had to hide, for unicorns had cloven hooves rather than solid, single-piece ones like horses. That was easier to pack with filling to make her hooves look as if they were just like those of a horse. Her tail too was more leonine with a thick draping of hair and Carly had attached more hair to the top of it, so it fell down the length, even if it meant she had to let her tail hang low so the extra hair fell correctly.

It would be good when she no longer had to masquerade as a horse, in all fairness. There were so many niggling little things she had to hold in mind, though most of the stallions seemed infatuated with her anyway -- even those who were old enough to be her father. Carly peered up at the only stallion she was interested in, heat stirring in her lower stomach. Despite everything, knowing that he was her brother, there was a part of her that wanted him. After what her mother had done to Cadoc, her father, it felt fitting that she would have her half-brother as her first time too.

"I wanted to see you," she said, peering up at him, swishing her tail back and forth as if she was nervous. "I couldn't sleep..."

Liam groaned, brushing his fingers back through his mane.

"Carly..." He paused, working his jaw. "I... I can't see you now. It's just...not a good time."

"I know why."

He gulped and pulled back, the to-and-fro crackling between mare and stallion. Yet only one of them knew what and who Carly was. She hid her grin.

"You're in need, Liam," she said, her tone dropping lower as the stallion grunted, his cock throbbing. "I can help with that. I've learned...ah...a few tricks. I heard there's way to get around the anti-orgasm block."

"Um..." Liam gulped, rubbing his cheek, heat crawling down his neck in hot patches. "Ugh... I didn't mean... I've not been staring, have I? I'm sorry, Carly, this is..."

He shrank back, ears splayed shamefully. If things had been different, his heart would have leapt to have her there, offering herself to him. Oh, that felt so wrong to think! Was it too proper? It was dirty, kind of -- sex and stuff. It was meant to be hot and sweaty and made his stomach churn with worry in a way Liam was entirely not familiar with. Yet he longed to have the beautiful mare, who kind of looked like him, under him, kissing her lips as he pushed succulently into her.

He was glad, at least, of the wall blocking her from seeing his aching hard-on. Regardless of his thicker trousers with the heavier canvas-like material stopping it from punching through too obviously, there was still a tent there. He fought the urge to rub the back of his hand over the bulge, but the pull and tug of the fabric was enough to stir up his cock even more.

He couldn't think, chest heaving, every pulse of blood into his dick pure torture. Liam shook his head, snorting heavily as his nostrils fluttered. Was that how his father had felt when... No, no. He wouldn't think about that. Even if, in a way, the horses were all suffering for the wiles of the overbearing, overruling unicorns.

"It's not that bad, Liam," she said more gently, coaxing him to look down at her once more. "We're just horses, after all. We're young. We all have needs... I want you too. My skin's burning up just looking at you, imagining your strong arms around me."

She smirked a little, though, thankfully, the darkness hid it from the victim she was eyeing up. He'd come to her, she was sure of it. But Carly hadn't anticipated Liam holding back for so long. Maybe that was where she got her strength and stubbornness from her: her father. It was good that a horse could pass something like that on, but he'd still needed to come under the empress to become a true member of society.

"I can't...Carly," he groaned, his voice strained and a pained, stiff arch to his overly tense neck. "This isn't... We've got to be careful. If anyone sees, they'll think you're the infiltrator! Even me!"

Liam, truthfully, hadn't heard of anyone thinking a stallion was an infiltrator, but there was a first time for everything. As far as the resistance knew, the unicorn society was mostly female-led, though everyone there had their role and their place, under the empress.

But it wasn't worth the risk. He couldn't possibly risk being taken away from his mother, the chosen family that had gathered around them there. He had to stand up to the unicorns, to take his place in the resistance and carry on the work his father wanted him to do.

So, he said no. As much as it made his heart ache, like a vice was clamping around it. It was better to think about that rather than just how hard and aching his dick was, straining to be free as it leaked pre-cum into his underwear. He'd have to wash them in secret again, making sure no one else took over laundry duty while he hid his pre-cum and dirty shame.

"Liam, please!" She all but moaned, trying to stretch up to him, craning her neck. "I need you too! Why won't you help me? I need you... I need you inside me!"

Liam groaned and clapped a hand over his mouth, though it didn't help. With his cock all bunched up where it had mostly shoved its way ostentatiously from his sheath, he shuddered in place. Yet he would not give in.

"Carly, I'm not doing this," he said, his voice thick and heavy, every throb of blood in his cock sending a pulse of pain through his body, spreading out from that point. "No... No. When everything is right again and well with the world, we can... We can try something. I really like you, Carly, but I think... I think you already know that."

He had to pull back, closing the window on her and drawing away -- even if he still felt rather rude for pushing Carly away, figuratively, like that. Wasn't it both what they wanted, apparently: to be together? His heart pounded and, with his back to the wall, Liam sank to the floor, his weight pulling him down, slumping heavily.

"Damn... Damn it..."

Liam's cock throbbed viciously and he groaned, pressing his knuckles into the soft hollows of his eyes. Kneading his eyeballs like that made his vision go blurry and splotchy, yet it was preferable to focusing on the ache and throb of his cock.

It was bad, so bad... Even int hat moment, he couldn't think of any other way to describe it, every nerve-ending in his body screaming with need. He had not even known it was possible to desire something, anything, that much before that moment. Even jerking off without climaxing had not been as bad as having the mare of his desires outside the window, flicking her tail and offering herself to him.

Carly growled under her breath, pumping her fist into the palm of her opposite hand with a definitive, sharp smack. She'd almost had him! Sure, she might well have pushed things just a little, without warming him up and perhaps dating first... Yet Carly was concerned too that he would have exerted even more caution then, if there had been a slow build-up rather than a sharp shift in their relationship. She needed him not to be thinking, to be drawn over the edge into debauchery before he even knew what was happening.

If I could just get my hands on him, she thought, he won't be able to resist. I'll have him right where I want him and there'll be no coming back from that.

So, the unicorn mare would have to be savvier about it, using every drop of her cunning to claim the stallion as her own. He would be one of many for her, of course, in the end. Carly would not settle for one partner, whether they were unicorn or horse, and having a horse under her psychic thrall was not the same as taking a mate for her own.

She shook herself, slinking into the darkness and preparing for the reconnaissance mission she had to undertake that night. There was no other matter for it, though she ensured his mother would be out of the house that night. Thankfully for Carly, Liam's mother was on guard duty that night and would not return until the morning. Everyone in the resistance had to do their part. Even to her, it was truly sickening.

Why do they even fight when we have already won? Carly shook her head, checking the guiding spell she'd prepared and slipping into lighter clothing that would be easier to remove and put on again, swiftly. There is no sense in any of it. This could all be so much easier for all equines if they would just give in.

But that was just one more reason she was there: bringing the horses into line, one way or the other. She grunted and pulled a hood up over her ears, though it could not come forward too far or else it would catch on her horn.

Her psychic abilities easily allowed her into Liam's home via the front entrance, though there was not yet light showing over the mountains as she invaded his house. It was as if locks meant nothing to unicorns, though, to be fair, there were defence systems only the unicorns could make that protected them from each other. No species was perfect and there were still some unicorns that acted as if with the ways of horses.

Carly shook the thoughts from her mind, trying not to let the weight of what she was doing and what it would mean to her kind get the better of her. She had a mission and it was up to her to focus solely on that.

Nothing else mattered.

His home was small, with two rooms upstairs and two downstairs. From the looks of it, his mother slept on the sofa in lieu of having a second bedroom, though the plumbing creaked and groaned even at that time of night, perhaps refilling the water butts for the next day. Carly wrinkled her nose.