All characters are depicted as 18÷ and are all fictional.


The chained and the unchained. On one side of that scale were the one who crafted those chains. Those who used the chains to their advantage, slave barrons. They would take people with nowhere else to go, those who were disliked or considered different from the rest, the powerless, and given to the rich, loved, powerful.
Miss Chamukha was the antithesis, blanketed by such briars. She never had such strength, such choices of what to do and why she did so. Yet– she did not hate it, her entire world had revolved around that of a chained. Ever since she was a child she had been kept as a pet of the chains. They kept Chamukha lodged in a chalet hidden just outside of town. Far enough to where no one would see her and others like her, yet close enough to simply hike. Although, she never planned to run away for she was considered one of the lucky ones, being given the courtesy to do chores around the house instead of rigorous hours slaving away at the mines and farms. Her days consisted of: doing laundry, making meals, following and teaching the future lords of the land. These chores seemed the most rewarding despite the lack of labor. It had given her blue chemises and respect other "chained" could never obtain, she was one of the few. Loved and despised at the same time.
Regardless of her being a mare, (a race most would consider beastly), she was usually gifted the delicacy of going out, shopping, eating at the dinner table, even an allowance. For this reason many envied the mare and her privileges. 
Yet, despite all these privileges there was one thing Chamukha could never obtain. The mare was envious of the labor slave's. They had cabins. Small, isolated rooms for each worker. Their curtained windows and thick walls. Locked doors and quiet bed frames. Yes, Chamukha desired that in its entirety. But this week would be different, Chamukha would finally have all of that and more. Domnuel and Doamna embarked on a vacation for the week, taking their daughter with them. Only one underlying problem remained, the masters asked their son to keep track of the slaves outside. Chamukha did not see this as a problem however, it was more of an unexpected surprise. One that she would make sure to use.
The young master was tall, handsome, always carried a buff tunic on his chest, and tended to stay cooped in his room for his days. He was quiet, so quiet in fact that most would not even take notice to his obtuse personality. Chamukha had been with him for her whole life, she would know. Her and the young master were about the same age yet their builds were completely different. The mare carried a frail, slim body not befitting that of a slave. While her master was on the larger side, muscles hung from his chest, veins dedicated their entire being to emphasize his bones.
Yet, in spite of it all, Chamukha's dream would never waiver, this was her only chance to do what she wanted most. What it is that she wanted was not wealth or freedom, no, it was more… blasphemous. She needed excitement. There were days where she could get away with relieving herself a small amount, but now she needed a greater source of relief. 
As Chamukha watched the masters' daughter exit the house and step into her large carriage the mare could feel her heart race. Her festering temptations would finally be satiated. The carriage outside wheeled off into an unknown direction, leaving nothing but the sound of mud dug up in its path. Chamukha pressed her hooved hands into the foggy window as she watched the wooden carriage roll off. Containing herself somehow became more and more difficult by the second, she was trembling at the thought. She checked once, twice, thrice, no one was home besides her and the young master. The air felt so very thick upon that realization. Her chest tightened.
To quell this heightened state Chamukha darted to the young master's room. Gliding past clean bookshelves and sturdy plants contained in ceramic pots. Then, her fist landed on a door. She waited for but a moment. Young master bade for her to come inside. Thus, waves of excitement took over Chamukha. She was so close. The door muttered a prolonged creak when she opened it. Now, it was time. Chamukha took a long moment to check the master up and down, looking from his torso to his legs as he sat on a chair with his hand carrying his chin and his gaze thrown out the window. "D-Domnuel has departed–sir."
"Yes I saw." The master bathed in his silent room. "Was that all you wanted to tell me?"
The mare's chest fluttered. She wanted so badly to tell her master, yet could not find the words burrowed in her throat. "I-I-uh…'
"Speak Chamukha." He demanded. Chamukha could not deny a demand. "Do you want to… learn something new?" The mare veiled her intentions behind her hollow words. Because something inside her was still scared of what the young master would do if she did not. She hesitated. Young master spoke up. "Learn something new?" He echoed back. His tone seemed intrigued. Not exactly what Chamukha planned to say but it was something she could do with.
"Hmm?" The mare subtly reached down to her robe and lifted the hem. The swift display of her skin seemed to stun the master. He staggered off of his tall chair. It was quite a funny sight to see the usual quiet, motionless master turned into a mumbling mess. That was, for a moment. Then, his thoughts were recollected. He stood. "What are you doing? Whatever jest you are playing, I do not find it funny in the slightest." The sudden bulge poking his trousers spoke otherwise.
It was an obvious sign for Chamukha to lock the door behind her and put a hoof on her robe. And, as easily as anyone would get out of bed in the morning, Chamukha declothed herself. Because of her usual hemise dropping below her knees, it was usually a hassle to wear but she never really had a genuine reason to take it off. Except for today that was.
Quivering hooves reached to her chest. Undid her linen breast band. The master waited on the sideline with baited breath. Eyes drilled into her torso. He couldn't look away. That's exactly what she wanted. "I want to teach you something really special, but only I can teach you. No one else can." To quell her lust, she grabbed the master's hand and drove it towards her chest. "Tell me, how does it feel, master?" His hands searched for something to grab with an eventual plushness bestowed upon him. "Uhm—soft…" The master's inquisitive face flushed scarlet. On the other hand Chamukha's dark face carried a smirk, she loved to see this shy side of him. It was decided, she definitely had to arouse him further. "Wrong answer." The man could feel his hand plunge down onto scruffy hair. His fingers slid across the fur with little intent. That little intent turned into muffled groans for Chamukha. Of course, inexperienced as he was, he had no clue why she made such sounds. Yet his heart skipped a beat at the voice. "So pent up~ don't worry, I'll show you how to relaaxx." suddenly, his hand lowered further than he expected. Fingers passed her slim, brown belly and glided over her black belly button. Further down, further into the unknown. The air turned hot and humid. Powered by lust and liveliness and that peculiar prickly feeling flushing through their bodies.
Chamukha bit her finger as she moved the hand out to her most sensitive part. Her dream was quickly becoming reality. And it was happening so very fast. But not fast enough. Growing impatient, she decided to hasten the process, she pulled the hand harder, faster, closer and closer to her vulva. The palm landed right in the middle. Pleasure filled her system. Fingers glazed a circle around her cavern, they invoked short, puffy moans with ease. An ease Chamukha adored. She picked up the hand to her face and selfishly licked a finger, sleeved it in saliva. The hand shot back down to its inevitable target. But, clairity overcame Chamukha, she was rushing the process. If she wanted to teach the master, then she needed to be slow. After all, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, if she rushed now he would learn nothing. So, pushing her lust aside, she shamefully released the hand. However, much to her surprise, it didn't pull back, as a matter of fact, it approached closer than before. Pressed deeply into her. Chamukha could fully recognize her master's fingerprint. His long nails and chapped fingertips on her raw hide of fur spreaded wave of pleasure along with a slick layer of her own saliva. The mare froze. This feeling was much more pleasurable than she expected. Better than she expected. And she didn't even have to do anything. The fingers scrabbled around as if branding a name around Chamukha's cocky cavern. Then, they dwelled inside, catching a glimpse of sticky walls and damp ceilings. The mare bit down harder. But she squealed through her makeshift gag as she stalked the explorer with her eyes as it squeezed back out of her cavern with a long line of sticky fluid tethered to him. That sneak peek of what's to come was electric. "S-See? Now you're learning!" She muttered through her ecstasy, genuinely happy he was learning so fast. "Uh–yeah." He muttered as his finger dipped back inside.
Zaps of unfathomable, admirable pleasure swept over the mare. Her master was so gracious. So generous. Allowing her to do something so devious, he had to be an angel. However, the growing bulge poking out of his pants suggested that he was no angel. To add on to that, he was unbuttoning his trousers quite swiftly. His hands stumbled to pull down and reveal his undergarments. For sure nothing an angel would do. 
"No need to rush~" The mare stole the human's hand once more and planted it on her cheeks. So slim, smooth, so very warm, like she was a light. 
The man caressed her warm cheeks. His palm the size of her head. Soft like a pillow. His hand slid across the mare's face towards her ears. Stiff, dark ears that stood strong. He wanted to feel them. Fingers reached out and caressed the back of Chamukha's ear, making her squeak like a toy. The soft feeling was heavenly on his dry calluses. He moved closer, his nostrils filled with the fumes of Chamukha's fruity odor. Heated breath wafted against his pale skin. "You got too close and now you're mine~" But the moment was stolen by Chamukha's lips as she pressed her mouth against his. A sweet taste slipped on his tongue. They were now binded. Any pleasured breath he took she took. His libido was hers and hers alone. Heat embraced the man from head to toe. It felt as if he was melting. Such a small action made him jumble around like ravenous putty in the mare's hands. His pleas for more stimuli dribbled on the floor.
Chamukha parted her lips but even then he remained chained by lines of saliva. Suddenly, the man's hands lunged at her ears again. She was baffled. He seemed to be learning faster than Chamukha anticipated, he was taking the initiative much quicker than she expected him to. Not that it was unwanted, it was simply unexpected. Unexpectedly he got to grope the fluffy ears. The feeling of hair rolled between his tingly fingers. Slashed at his palms. Curled and cuddled his hands. He even got to hear Chamukha's squeals of approval. All of it was memorized. 
Chamukha made sure to remember that herself. "You like touching me an awful lot." Snickers bullied the man into responding. "I–It's cause you–" His voice betrayed his bold actions. Whenever Chamukha squealed he couldn't help but mess with her fluffy ears more. Their floppiness was just too cute. It made him feel cozy and good inside. However, during his reign, he was cut off by the act of Chamukha picking herself off the bed and revealing her rear to him. Without wasting a second, it plomped right down between his legs; just barely missing the man's poking bulge. The mare kicked up her short black tail. "I know, I know—Less talking and more touching. You should get to know my body some more. After all–you two will be spending lots of time together." Confusion questioned the man, what was he doing? When had Chamukha ever acted so domineering before? His mind asked so many questions while his ecstatic body rushed to grab the tail. Oddly enough it felt stringy yet plush, prickly yet soft, how could such a thing exist? Furthermore, it was somehow… exciting. Between his legs sat a slim, mouthwatering, naked body he'd never batted an eye at. Now she forced him to. And even though he was the master, he had been treated like a kid this whole time, which somehow added to the arousal. Above all that, he himself was almost completely naked, if not for his short braies his twitching rod would be stabbing at the slave's furry back. Probably adding to his pleasure. The human wrapped his hands around her waist. He practically hugged her like a human sized pillow. Felt her up and down until he fully understood and could visualize each and every crevice of the mare's body. Every part except for one "How about we start the fun?" The mare rotated around and darted her hooves towards the man's undergarments. "Fun? Hey—wait!" She tugged them off swiftly then stood up, his attempts to hide the manhood were cute but ultimately useless as the head of his rod spiked much further than his hands could cover. 
Chamukha lied on to the tidy bed with her intentions of messing it up. She kicked her feet up and spreaded her legs. "Come on, let's get started." Her smile and sly tone invoked something within the man. Her change in expression twisted the man's stomach. And her bold display casted a spell on the man that made his whole world rock. In return for these feelings, he picked himself off and responded with a similar action, planting himself above the smirking mare. It was uncommon for him to take initiative on most (if any) things. So this action stunned her. Turns out people change a lot when lustful. An interesting discovery for Chamukha. Too bad she had little time to figure out just how different a person could be as she was already feet deep in her own heated lust. Sheets rippled and flung off of their corners. Fluffy blankets soared away. Pillows remained the only barrier between her and the mattress. She wanted to be at least a little comfortable. Her arms folded behind her head and she beckoned the man, pointing at his erection. "Let me teach you how to use that."
The elated man hovered over the mare, just barely grazing her thighs with his erect rod as the two met each others' eyes. His rod spiked further out at the sight. He did not know what had overcome him. But he didn't care either. Deep breaths seeped through the thin walls. The bed made the most awful, high-pitched squeaking sounds known to man. All while light intruded upon the room. Yet, no one else was home. No one could interfere. It was perfect. Exactly what Chamukha dreamt of.
Chamukha lended her gaze at the rod prodding at her thigh. It was a good size. Plus it was a good start but he clearly didn't know how to use it. He was going off of pure instinct. That's what the mare planned to change. She clamped her thighs together to obtain the throbbing manhood. Enveloping it in a world of itchy pleasure. Then, she shuffled it towards her vulva. The sudden cage the man found himself in made him jump. "You need to put it in here silly~" Giggles calmed the man down mentally. Physically however, was a different story, the air around him felt so very cold yet the body below him was radiating a scorching heat. His throat felt dry yet he was salivating. He could feel every breath on his shoulder, tingles on his fingers and toes, but mainly, he could feel his dangling manhood. Between two pillows of ruffy fluff and slowly escorted to lips leading to a honeypot. 
Overwhelming warmth was all he could feel. Combined with moisture. As if his pecker dipped into a bowl of cooked honey. The man mustered a moan out of his suddenly breathless mouth. And the mare below him repeated that sound in a slightly modified way. He did not know where this shocking feeling came from. But it felt oddly good. "Such a good master~"
Chamukha wickedly whispered in his ear. Which, invoked an entirely different kind of shock to crawl up the man's spine. Behind the scenes however, Chamukha liked how things were going, but the man was too static for her liking. With some haste, Chamukha wrapped her legs around the man's bare back and flipped positions with him. "Since this is your first time I'll take it from here." With the positions swapped, and her sitting on the man, it was time to carry out her lesson. "In you go~" The mare made sure to slowly dip his rod deeper and deeper into her cavern, so slow that the man could easily pull out if he wanted. It was his first time after all. She wasn't a monster. Chamukha lowered slower than a slug, carefully avoiding bashing into the rod until her cave enveloped about two-thirds of the average-size manhood; deep enough where both sides needed a moment to breathe. Of course, Chamukha would take the moment to tease him. "You must love me lots." The man blushed as he could feel his rod slosh around in darkness, Chamukha was the light. She paved a way for him to go. Their eyes locked onto one another's and never looked away. And that light she shined dwelled deeper within her cave. The man muttered something under his breath while Chamukha continued her slow descent with an open smile plastered to her face. Deeper and deeper, down until he was foaming at the mouth like a dog. "We're almost there!" Eventually, she finally reached the base of his manhood; it was entirely enveloped by her. She could feel it dwell deep within like a mole. Now it was time for the fun. 
"N-Now wha—" Without warning, the cooze swiftly pulled away, leaving the man with an unrenderable amount of sensations. Each twitch, every time his appendage bumped into the wet walls around him, he could feel it all. Grinded against him until his cock was left covered in warm, slimy juices that blanketed him from the frigid air. Involuntarily short breaths creeped up his lungs. Moreover, the most bizzare sounds escaped his throat as that lingering warmth rolled down his erection. And before he even got a chance to breathe, his erection quickly dived back into the cave, again and again bumping against warm walls and diving deeper and deeper into the hole. Then, pulled out again. Tingles ran down his spine. The process repeated, each time invoked a new sound from the man he never knew he could make. His heart thumped faster and faster. The air was like fire on his skin. Each time, he got closer and closer to a new peak. The hole he found himself in tightened more and more as if hugging his cock. Barely did he notice something dribble from the tip of his erection like a volcano. Ready to erupt at any moment. The man had never seen this before. What in the devil was this? 
He felt so surreal, his throbbing rod was so annoying to feel, yet he never wanted the sensation to stop. He actually wanted more. It pulsated faster than his heart and begged for more. Sadly, it all ended when he bit off more than he could chew. Chamukha was too deep in her own fantasy to hold back. She shoved a bit too hard. Moved a bit too sloppily. "Oops~" Ended it a bit too quickly. The man gaped at his rupture. Juices spouted out of him like a powerful geyser. His prolonged groan of ecstasy rumbled the room. Line after line of said juices splattered and stained all over his mattress and torso. But he didn't care. He was too rapt at this feeling. How did he never know of such sensations?
After he had spewed himself all over his bed he had a long moment to goggle at the slave's smile. She wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be quiet, shy, a weak slave. But he was mistaken, he knew now that she was powerful, smarter, more than him. She was like the master. "Oh well… we'll just try again in a few hours." The mare stood off of the bed and crept out of the room holding her clothes between her chest. 
A few hours? This feeling could be recreated? How many times? How long? Confusion washed over the man alone in his room. Lesson one? There was more? So much confusion.
For hours he stared at his ceiling as if it had just fallen down on him. His whole world seemed to crumble and turn into ash. Like his hometown had been invaded, his vestiges of ambitions faded away, and he was turned into a mindless slave. All over the period of–wait… how long did the two go at it? It felt like forever… but it was clearly daylight outside. Barely even noon. The man looked around. His room was a mess; bed sheets and blankets scattered across the floor. He should pick them up. But for some reason he didn't want to. For some reason, he expected them to just come straight back off. And for some reason, he felt the need to contemplate what he could do next time. He had the feeling that he needed to do better. To get a better feeling. His fingers reminisced the feelings he had experienced. The softness, the plushness, the warmth. 
All thoughts left the human as humming slithered up his ears. Small pitter patters of footsteps approached his shut door. The handle on his door clattered anxiously. His heart felt like it would explode, why? Why did he feel this way? The anticipation was killing him. The door flew open, behind held Chamukha and her lack of clothing. 
A gaze struck the man stuck to his mattress as if chained. It was quite the ironic sight considering the roles of the two. And funny as well, the man hadn't even the effort to clean himself up from last time. The mare on the other hand was fresh and ready for round two. She had received a comb a couple years back that she never had a use for until now. She wanted to look the best for her master, it was her duty to appease him after all. 
That confusing feeling arised from the man again, his whole body shot up at the mere sight of Chamukha. Even his floppy rod hardened in an instant. As if he was hypnotized by what he considered to be his slave. What allowed her to wield such power, at this point he had to ask himself: who was truly the slave, what did slave even mean? All these thoughts, he wanted to be rid of them, he needed to be rid of them. Before he did something stupid. The man scanned the room anxiously, searching for something, anything to help. But everywhere he looked was a mess. Every piece of vacant clothing he looked at added another chain in his mind, the chain that he was in fact the slave. Every small stain his gaze fell on added a small crack to his mosaic of a mind. 
The man's head abruptly plunged into a world of softness and warmth. Like a blanket of tranquility. All his thoughts just… vanished. Replaced with feelings of happiness. "Master?" Master, that word, what did it mean? "Are you okay, master?" The man pushed himself out of the tempting embrace. Right, he was the master, he owns the slave, the term "slave" only has as much meaning as the master gives it. He was no slave. Never would he be a slave. 
Chamukha lended her stare to her master. Something about him was different, one second he was smothering himself between her bosoms and the next he was standing as if he was a new man. Of course, the second young master realized where his head had just dipped into his cheeks turned red. "Humans are so cute." Chamukha blabbered. But in reality it was only her master to whom she deemed cute. From the faces he makes to the way he acted so flabbergasted at the most miniscule things, all were reasons Chamukha was happy to have him as her master. For she was a doll for him to learn from, and from her, he would (as a byproduct) learn about his own body and its many quirks. Even if Chamukha was fulfilling her own lust, it was simply a way to ignite the flame in her master. 
So, the mare displayed her body for the man. "I am yours to command, master, do with me what you will." A few seconds passed before hands came soaring towards her body. Ruffling her braids, scratching at her ears, slithering across her lips. It was clear he loved everything about last time. Yet he ceased rather quickly to lower his hands to his aching member. It was painfully obvious that Chamukha would have to teach him more. "Y'know, there's more to learn about me than you would think. Watch."
Chamukha's hands lowered towards the master's manhood and wedged it between their two digits. "See? There's more to my hands than just hardened bones." The blush on his face flushed deeper as his sensitive member accidentally grazed the stone cold hoof. "Aah– Ch-Ch–" Chamukha put a hoof on the man's mouth, "shhh~ don't use my name, i'm your slave." Her digits twist slightly, invoking another lustful roar. But before she actually went too far, she pulled her hand away. A second longer and the man would have blasted another hot load everywhere. It was too early for that. "Do you understand now, master? Every part of me has much more than just one use. The same can be applied to your body." 
For a long while the man huffed and puffed. What the hell happened? He only had a few seconds to react before his member dribbled profusely. Puddles formed and seeped through his wooden floor. It had only been a few seconds yet his body was already piqued? The man was so very baffled. He didn't have the patience to question further. In his quest for release, he pointed towards the bed. "C-could we d-d-do what we d-did last time Ch-Ch-Chamukha?" Her smirk raised and she threatened the man by hovering her hand over his member. "What did you call me?" Scarlet creeped up the young master's entire face, "D-Do what we did last time, s-slave." 
Those words did wonders on the mare. Made her blood boil. "That's more like it." The mare moved her hand away and steadily approached the messy bed. She made sure to lay on the bottom this time. "Come on master, try to do it without my help this time." And he actually managed to get above the mare and steal his resolve. 
Wonderful! She was so proud, master was learning so quickly. A dangling rod swung over to the cavern once again. This time he would surely conquer it. The man picked his body up and slid his plundering rod down the slimy hole. Bump after bump rustled him and forced his body to lock, his legs to twitch, and his face wide-eyed. Warmth enveloped the member but there was no guiding light like last time, he had to find his way on his own. "You're doing soo goood." Words of encouragement crawled into his ears as he jammed the rod in place. This was as far as he could go. Now, to recreate last time, the man pulled as fast as he could. He pulled out of the cave and into the outer world. Then, jammed it back in, over and over. His lustful huffs clouded the room with scorching heat. Everything smelt of roses yet not one flower in sight. Anything besides Chamukha faded away into nothingness.
He believed he could reach that peak once again, he was so close, he could practically feel himself ready to erupt. Insatiable throbbing thrashed at him to finish. But his stamina failed him. For he was never an athletic person, although he went to the farms regularly he usually had slaves do everything for him. And now he was in a dilemma, he did not have the strength to raise himself again. He was practically stuck. "Chamukha!" Something about this left a bitter taste in the man's mouth. "Hmm?" Chamukha acted nonchalant. "Slave! Help me out, please." He huffed. "Huh? Did I hear something?" She raised a hand to her ear. "I–I order you to help me out." The mare smirked.
Swiftly, as easily as someone would get out of bed in the morning, Chamukha swapped sides with the man once again. She was once again on top. "As you wish master~" It was too bad, he was doing so well. But, it seemed that would have to wait for another day. It was time for another lesson. Chamukha pulled the man out of her cave. Her cavernous vulva drooled out a mix of juices. Her gaze crushed the member pulsating on the mattress. What little thing, in comparison to an arm or a leg the manhood was just a tiny part of the body. Yet, if she slowly lowered her head down, one tiny *lick* at the tip could easily make someone moan and groan loud enough for the birds to hear as their cock skyrockets upwards. "Ah-ah-ahh" the wonders of the body are truly magnificent, if she really wanted to, she could just simply wedge the tiny thing between two of her furry thighs, wave her legs around a little and—*poomph*. As simple as that. "Whaaa–" With how that ended he'll probably be too exhausted to try again. No, Chamukha would have to wait until he learned more. But for now, she was happy to lay down behind her master with her legs and arms spooning him into the fetal position. "You did great, master, you'll get the hang of this in no time! You'll have this in the bag tomorrow."
"Huh? Tomorrow?"
"Yeah silly, we still have six more days alone together." The man's chest fluttered. He'd forgotten all about that. Warmth circled around him as he spewed his hot load over the cliff of his mattress and onto his floor. His tongue stuck out inadvertently as he huffed and puffed himself to sleep. Chamuka smiled. "Humans are too cute." Her hand caressed the man's hair. And with that, the two closed their eyes and prepared for tomorrow morning. They had a long week ahead of them.