Young Servants

As the carriage rolled forwards, pulled along by two strong feral steeds, the wooden wheels rattled as the road transitioned from a soft dirt path to a hard stone road, the first signs of a large settlement. Doersa was shaken awake by the jolts and the bouncing of the cobble road, the five year old stallion looking around in a panic, still not used to his new surroundings. His identical brother, Isadore, quickly pushed against his side and grabbed his hand to help calm him down, the horse sighing and returning the gesture by leaning his cheek against the other boy's, the pair both huddled together, shaking and shuddering, partly from the rickety ride and partly from nervousness. The siblings were both completely nude, as were most other males of course, only females being allowed the dignity of clothing themselves besides situations where some sort of clothing was absolutely necessary to do a job. The young horses were both absolutely caked in dust and dirt, their brilliant white coats nearly entirely hidden underneath the grime staining their fur, their long, grey manes matted and tangled. Isadore's blue eyes peered through the small cracks that let in a few rays of light into the covered wagon, seeing the scenery changing from dense forests into large fields of wheat and eventually into the outskirts of a town. He clung to his brother even harder, his tail curled up on his lap, the door of the wagon locked up with a large padlock just to make sure that the two wouldn't get any ideas about sneaking off midway through the journey. The cubs had no idea of what was going on or where they were being carted off to, only knowing that their mother had sold them to some odd lady that had visited their small cottage, the siblings being loaded up on the wagon a few days later after seeing the wealthy woman giving their mom a hefty pouch of coin. Doersa assumed that a life of slave labour on some field or maybe a burden of being conscripts for some war in foreign lands would await them both, none of the possibilities floating in his head seeming particularly alluring, though at least he would have his brother by his side the whole time through, which would make the situation much more bearable. The two were absolutely inseparable, neither having spent more than maybe a few hours away from the other from the day they were born, the mere presence of Isadore enough to calm the other kid's nerves. 

After travelling for hours and hours on end, the old carriage finally came to a stop, the two young horses inside both immediately snapping awake and alert, looking around for any hints of what was about to happen. They could hear the rider jumping off of the front of the carriage and slowly sauntering towards the back, her footsteps tapping against the hard stone ground. She let out a few whistles and shouts, seemingly ordering someone or something around before grabbing onto the padlock keeping the boys locked inside, the heavy chain jingling and twitching around for a moment as it was opened and pulled loose. A blinding rush of sunlight streamed into the previously dark carriage as the doors flung open, blinding the cubs stashed inside, both stallions groaning and whining quietly as they shielded their eyes, Isadore gently backing up away from the opening until his back was pressed against the wall. They could hear someone stepping up into the carriage, moving towards them, hands grabbing onto them both to lead them out. The touch of the strangers was much more gentle than either of the equines were used to, the hands surprisingly small, the pair having expected a tough guard to just yank and toss them both from the wagon instead of the strangers seemingly gently shepherding them out, a soft male voice whispering to them, 
"Don't worry, you won't be hurt, just watch your step here…" 
Slowly getting more and more used to the bright light after a day stuck inside of the box, Doersa blinked and looked around his new surroundings, first noticing the people who had helped him and his brother out from the wagon, two other boys seemingly near his age standing with the siblings. One of the boys was a dainty swan, the other a lithe arctic fox, both of them wearing nothing except a metal chastity cage around their groins, their small members just barely peeking out from behind the thin bars. Doersa immediately recognised the boys as slaves, though not the sort who'd have to spend all day hoeing and digging up fields, but the sort who'd take care of the wealthy and the elite. Indeed, the stallion looked around to see that the wagon was parked up right beside a huge, majestic palace near the top of a small hill, a teeming city situated a stone's throw away at the bottom. The palace was made of polished marble, painted in regal blues and purples, a lavish spread of vines and colourful flowers snaking all around the grounds of the place. Even as someone who hadn't ever wandered outside of the meager village he was born inside of, Doersa could recognise the villa as being the home of someone extremely powerful and rich, presumably some sort of a local noblewoman, everything about the place exuding an air of pure elegance mixed with overwhelming authority and power. The cub was halfway relieved at his new life seemingly being something fairly easier than that of a soldier, a miner, or a farmer, yet at the same time he couldn't help but be incredibly intimidated, feeling the dominance of his new owner weighing him down without ever having even met her as of yet. 

Seeing the two stallions blinking and spinning their heads around in confusion, the two slaves both gently grabbed onto the equines' arms, the swan speaking calmly and softly as he began leading Doersa towards the large mansion, 
"Please, calm down and follow me, just through here. We'll have you prepared and set up so you may greet the lady of the house."
Isadore meekly stepped along right behind his brother as he was led through one of the many, many entrances into the villa, a smaller side door intended for the lower class staff and such to use opening near where the wagon had stopped, an arch in the wall leading the group through a small garden, several varieties of flowers and fruits growing in rows, a few other slaves tending to them. The boy was directed through a light iron gate inside of the palace proper, a seemingly endless series of steep stone stairs leading him down into the depths of the hill, the natural light of the sun quickly replaced by the dim and orange glow of oil lamps hanging on the walls. Doersa made sure to constantly keep glancing behind his shoulder to make sure that his twin was still right there with him, the nervousness deep in his gut growing and intensifying with every step that he took. An aroma of herbs and fragrances tickled his nostrils as the slaves led him up to a pair of heavy wooden doors, a nearby bear guard standing by opening them up with a sly smile on her muzzle, a wave of hot and humid air washing over the horse's body. He peeked his head into the room, seeing a few hot springs hidden inside, a fog of steam and masses of candles bathing the whole area in an otherworldly glow. Helped along by the avian's hand, Doersa and his brother stepped inside, both of the slaves accompanying the cubs in one of the pools as the doors closed behind the group. Isadore sighed gently as the warm water enveloped his sore body, the arctic fox's hands pushing against his back and massaging it, the dirt and grime on his coat soaking off and revealing his beautiful fur beneath. It was rather obvious that whoever had purchased the two stallions had a particular type of boy that she liked to employ as her slaves, all four of the kids being snow white in colour. Isadore did his best to relax and enjoy his bath, still feeling slightly on edge, especially as the swan's fingers reached under his tail, one hand cupping his balls. With his cheeks glowing red, he did his best to cover his crotch, unable to hide the tiny equine cock slowly rising up and just barely peeking out from under the water, the slave washing him seemingly not caring too much about his awkward predicament. 

Squeaking and huffing quietly as the two slaves throughly bathed them, the small fingers getting into every nook and cranny, the equine twins were soon tugged out of the warm water, both smelling faintly of lavender and sweet herbs. Doersa blushed and turned his head away as his brother stepped out of the pool, Isadore's stiff and small cock bouncing up and down as he climbed the steps, his tip throwing droplets of the water around as it bobbed. The slaves quickly wrapped the duo up in luxurious and soft towels, giving the siblings a fast dry just to drive most of the wetness out from their coats, both of the stallions standing around awkwardly with their furs poofed up as the servants hung up the towels before leading them back out from the baths. The twins were guided into some sort of servant's quarters, a few lanterns and candles fighting back against the thick shadows pushing from the corners, a table long enough to easily seat a few dozen men situated at the centre. Laid out on the table were a few basic metal bowls and a big steaming pot, the swan pouring two bowls of stew from it and setting the food in front of the equines. The twins eagerly sat down and began shovelling the meaty stew into their bellies, not having eaten since leaving from their home, their wooden spoons clacking against metal as the slaves knelt down right beside the horses. The bird and the canine began brushing the two siblings, carefully taming their frizzy furs as they filled their bellies, their speckled, black and pink skin just barely peeking out from under the pearl white hair. Isadore still felt slightly awkward with having another boy kneeling right next to him, the fox's hand right on his thigh, slowly inching upwards towards his crotch, the stallion unsure whether the feeling up was intentional or by accident. He kept his mouth shut about the touching, happy to have received such a pleasant welcome so far at least, his brother equally giddy about getting a decent dinner, Isadore's tail swishing through the air as he drank down the last few drops of stew from his bowl. 

Sitting side by side, the twins gobbled down their meals as they were tended to by the slaves, carefully brushed and brought to a presentable state, the transformation from the dirty and tangled pair only an hour previously making even the brothers quite astonished. Just as the slaves were putting on the finishing touches, the bear guard stepped into the dining room, smirking as she nodded towards the door she had stepped through, 
"You, bird, she's waiting for a report from you. Get going!"
The swan immediately jumped up to his feet and bowed graciously to the guard, muttering a barely audible apology before scampering out of the room, his bare footsteps echoing across the halls as he disappeared. The ursine waited for a few seconds, eyeing up the three remaining boys before finally pointing to the arctic fox, 
"Fox-boy, you're with me, I need you to help me with something!"
The fox seemed slightly unsure, rubbing his arm nervously but still acquiescencing without any arguments, the bear leading him into a small sideroom a few steps away from the large table, waiting for the canine to step inside before hurriedly yanking the door closed behind her. The twins were left sitting alone, Isadore's head spinning around for a moment before he hopped off of his seat, his brother whispering to him, 
"W… wait! Where are you going?!" 
"Shh… I just want to take a little look around the place."
Not wanting to leave his sibling's side, Doersa followed close behind, the two sneaking around the room, carefully peeking behind every door until they came to the one that the guard had gone through, Isadore holding his breath as he cracked it open by just a hair, his twin pushing in for a look as well. Their eyes widened as they witnessed the bear leaning against a wall, her pants pulled down to her knees and a flustered look on her face, the tiny fox standing right in front of her with his muzzle stuck between her thighs, the guard's strong hands keeping his head firmly in place as she huffed and moaned. The cubs immediately backed off of the door, gasping silently as they left her in peace, not wanting to risk being spotted spying on the very delicate situation. Without having any time to talk about what they had witnessed, the young swan walked back into the dining room, his eyes quickly scanning the place for the other slave, 
"Where did he… oh, no matter! She is ready for you now, we must hurry along!" 

After a few more seconds of pruning and finishing touches, the twins were almost pushed out of the room by the slightly anxious swan, hurriedly led up and out of the servant's levels beneath the earth. As the cubs ascended, more and more light began streaming into the building from small windows, Doersa squinting slightly as he tried adjusting to the brightness once more. The very minimalistic and functional hallways quickly transformed into much more spacious and decorated halls as the trio moved to the main floor of the villa, intricate details and patterns etched into the walls with expensive paints, colourful vases and paintings strewn all throughout the place, the surfaces kept shining clean by a whole army of men and boys constantly swarming around the palace. The cooler air of the open palace made Isadore shiver for a second after getting out of the stuffy underground, his pole not particularly phased by the change in temperature however, still half-chubbed and swinging around between his thighs no matter how much he tried to will the erection away, his nervousness only helping to intensify it. As the group walked further through the lavish halls of the palace, the twins noticed that more people outside of the noble's workers were mixed in with the crowd that was hanging around, many of the women giving the two stallions an odd look, a mix somewhere between amused and unsettled. It was common knowledge in the town that the noble who had bought the pair of stallions had a very particular taste when it came to her partners in bed, enjoying the company of small boys nearly exclusively and flaunting that fact around as much as she could, even though sleeping with cubs was a very big taboo. She however had the money and the power to do as she wished, the people around her simply putting up with it and choosing to look away as she had her fun in order to keep up the very lucrative business deals that she was making happen. Doersa could notice the spectator's odd looks as they passed by him, the equine starting to feel very self conscious suddenly, very much used to not wearing clothes but not nearly as used to the gawking that was happening. 

Walking deeper and deeper into the palace, the trio finally arrived at a large archway, two heavily decorated guards standing watch on either side, a low murmur of whispered speech coming from the other side. The cubs stepped through into the main chambers of the palace, the gigantic room stretching out in both length and width, huge murals painted on both the left and the right wall depicting iconic sights and locales in the nearby region. Two masses of people were standing on either side of the room, leaving a corridor to walk to the other end, a fan of guards flanking a gold detailed chair like a pair of wings. Sitting on the lavish chair was an older leopard in her late fifties, her spotted fur slightly greying with age, still radiating an aura of pure elegance and dominance. She was wearing a blue gown made of luxurious silks, studded with jewels and golden pins, her black hair tied up in a bun and finished with a single white flower, large and intricate earrings hanging from her ears. She had her gaze fixed on the brothers, her most recent acquisitions, a pair of perfect twins like the two being extremely rare, worth every single coin she had spent on them. The horses froze still under the noblewoman's stare, feeling like helpless prey being led to their predator, having to be gently nudged along by the swan. The leopard stood up as soon as the boys had made it in front of her, flashing her fangs to them with a smile, 
"Ah, you're finally here, my precious little boys~" 
She stepped down from her elevated platform, her gown dragging on the ground behind her as she circled the stallions, their eyes glued to the floor as she just barely caressed their shoulders and ears, chuckling softly, 
"My name is Euthalia, your new mistress~"
She put a hand on each of the cubs' backs, slowly sliding them downwards, purring quietly as her hands reached the boys' hips, her fingers fondling their thighs, 
"You will serve me loyally, to your last breath, won't you~?" 
Gulping and nodding, the young horses could feel their new master's bosom pressing against their back as she leaned closer to them, her flowery perfume making their heads swim. 

Standing perfectly still in front of the audience of tens of complete strangers, the two boys both huffed and blushed as the leopard teased them, Doersa rubbing his hands anxiously while the stallion's brother had his arms glued to his sides. Euthalia pushed her muzzle between the pair's heads, giggling softly as she rubbed their backs, feeling their silky smooth fur beneath her fingertips as she sighed and closed her eyes, rolling her fingers all the way down their fronts and to their crotches. She cupped the twins' tiny packages, feeling their teensy ballsacks still nuzzled right up against their cocks, the noble wanting to make sure that her investments truly were as young as she had been promised. Her grin intensified as she felt both of the cubs starting to get hard in her hands, Isadore's small shaft quivering slightly as he groaned and closed his eyes, Doersa clenching his legs and getting up on his tippy toes in a desperate attempt to halt his quickly growing erection. Letting go of the boys and gently running her thumbs along the tops of the equines' lengths, Euthalia moaned into their ears, her voice thick and dripping with just barely contained lust, 
"Since you'll serve me, we'll need to… make some accommodations for you. For that you'll need to take a visit to my personal smith, she will fit you with the proper gear, the same that all my other servants wear."
She pointed towards the young swan standing diligently at attention, the avian's cocklet trapped tightly under a chastity cage, the woman continuing with a smirk, 
"We wouldn't want you two adorable little boys causing a scene waving these things all around when I have guests over, now would we~? But first, I'll need to look you both over, very thoroughly, make sure that you're both fit and ready for all of your many duties~"
Blushing even harder as the feline slowly stroked his dick with two fingers, Isadore did his best to avoid the stare of the people all around him, his whole face burning with embarrassment. The horse hadn't ever been on the receiving end of such treatment, never even having explored his own body, so the handling of his miniscule cock in front of a crowd made him uncomfortable enough to feel faint. Euthalia on the other hand loved every second of the teasing and the tormenting she was subjecting the cubs to, her eyes narrowing and her heart burning with desire as she felt Doersa's tail whipping against her belly as she played with his equine rod, his tip starting to flare up just as she pulled her hand back, leaving him grimacing with frustration. She adored having the boys completely wrapped around her little finger, the feeling of power and control over the adorable twins worth every single coin that she had spent on the pair. She knew full well what most people thought about women who got involved with males not of age, but flaunting her harem of tiny boys in the face of her town just made her even more excited. The leopard gave both of the stallions a kiss on their cheeks, leaving Isadore with a squeeze on his ass and Doersa with a tender lick on his neck, before standing up and slowly walking back to her seat, her hips wiggling from side to side as she smiled, 
"Well, it has been very fun, but I'm very busy currently. You may go and get yourselves acquainted with my smith for now, we'll discuss your duties in more detail sometime afterwards~" 
She waved her hand, the swan quickly grabbing both of the horses' hands, leading the twins out of the room as the noblewoman resumed greeting her visitors.