Hello dear furs, it is I, Avanti Halfhorse, he who writes and stuff like that. As I have said numerous times before, Adolphus is getting a new lease on life, so to speak, in an attempt to try and clean up a few errors that were there before (Some larger than others). So I present to you the first Adolphus, rewritten and remastered (for stereo 5.1 surround sound) for your enjoyment. As always (things haven't changed), comments to Avanti_Halfhorse@yahoo.com.au and always remember that there will be more.

The satisfaction is in the reward, not the trials. -Avanti Halfhorse 

Adolphus looked through the openings in the canopy of the trees above and observed the sun high in the sky. The forest seemed to be nothing but a never-ending maze of trees and the pollen in the air was dulling his sense of smell. The peasant who told him about the short-cut through the forest must have been trying to get him lost and he started to wonder if thieves were tracking him. To go with his sense of dread, the summer day was getting hot and he was getting hungry.

Her prey was slowly approaching her trap. The soldier had foolishly entered her forest and now, she would get herself a fine slave. The wolf wasn't just any normal soldier though, he was a soldier of war, a mercenary. His body had been forged in the heat of battle and his fur was decorated with streaks of white, signs of scars long healed. He was dressed in a pair of trousers and a cloak, having long since retired his tunic to his pack. Along with his pack, he carried a long sword, slung over his right shoulder, a trophy of his numerous campaigns, at least that's what she assumed as the sword was somewhat hidden under his cloak. She slowly crept through the canopy of the trees. She knew he would slowly make his way towards the trap, so perhaps it would be best if she seduced him with a suggestion that could wet his appetite.

As he walked through the forest, a strange scent started to call, wafting through the leaves, almost calling to him and pulling him towards some unseen source. It seemed to call to something deep inside of him, mixed with the slight scent of hay, but the source seemed to fleet through his mind, leaving him unsure of what the scent actually was. His stomach also called to him as the musky smell of horse sweat filled his nostrils. After a few quick sniffs, he drew his dagger and began to hunt for his meal. He started to stalk slowly through the shadows of the forest floor, almost silent in his approach as both the smell of horse and the foreign scent, entwined with the stronger smell of horse, got stronger in his nostrils. He soon came across a glade with a pool of water in the middle. It was here that the scent seemed to reach its peak. He kept his dagger close to his chest and started to investigate the pool. The scents were strongest in the glade, but he couldn't find the actual origin, it seemed to loop around the pool and the scent was far too fresh, its owner was around here somewhere. As he gave the pool a closer inspection, he heard a rustling noise behind him. He turned to see what the noise was, but before identify what was making the noise, he was struck in the chest by a pair of hooves and he fell backwards into the pool, his dagger flying from his paw and landing out of his reach. He struggled in the water as he tried to get himself to the surface, his sword and wet clothes weighing him down, but with a few swift kicks, he was clinging to the rocks at the edge of the pool. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he looked around for the perpetrator. Someone was hunting him, that was now quite evident. He lifted himself out of the pool and drew his sword. He knew he was at a considerable disadvantage now, so he had to stay sharp. He slowly inched his way towards his dagger, keeping an eye out for anyone who might ambush him. As he went to pick up the dagger, an arrow flew out of the canopy above him and stuck firm in the ground. He jumped back and held his sword ready. The glade was then filled with the chilling laughter of a mare.

"You really think you can stop me with your sword?" the disembodied voice called out. "You can't even see me."

As the voice continued to laugh, another three arrows shot out of the forest, but Adolphus was faster than she had estimated and with an agile swipe of his sword, the arrows lay broken on the ground.

"If that's all you've got...," Adolphus threatened to the unseen voice.

"I suppose I might have to change my tactics then," the voice replied and a chestnut mare dropped from the bough of a tree nearby.

"How about we make this quick," the mare said a she drew two short swords from their scabbards on her back. "I do have other errands to do today you know."

"We can make this as quick as you want," Adolphus replied, holding his sword ready.

The mare charged at him and took a concentrated strike, but Adolphus was faster than she anticipated and before she could bring her second sword in for a strike, both blades had been stopped with mere impunity.

"This isn't my first fight, horse," Adolphus sneered as he started between the swords at the mare.

"Nor is it mine, wolf," the mare replied with a malicious smile.

And then, almost as fast as he could blink, Adolphus was sitting on the ground, disarmed and at the mercy of one of his prey's short swords, tip pressed ever so gently to his throat. He looked up at the commanding figure standing over him. She commanded authority, despite the fact that she stood there disrobed, save for a piece of rope tied around her waist and the scabbards on her back. Her body, carved and sculpted from years of military training, let no suggestion slip that she would be an easy fight and her voice left no doubt in his mind.

"You're at my mercy," she said without a hint of haste or fear. "Yield, or I will pin you to where you lay."

"I'm not disarmed yet," Adolphus said as he stared up against the mare's gaze.

"Oh?" The mare asked with a smirk. "You intend to beat me with your stare?"

Adolphus quickly pulled a second dagger from it's sheath and with a quick flick of his wrist, sent the point flying towards the mare's face. The blade would have struck her had she not deflected the blade with her short sword. This was just enough for Adolphus to make a break away from his position on the ground and over to his weapon.

"Impressive," the mare said with a smile as she regathered her composure. "I don't think any of my rangers would have used such underhanded tactics to get out of that, but you seem to lack the scruples of real military training."

"I'm not here to chat," Adolphus growled as he picked up his blade and held himself ready.

"No, you're right," the mare said with a sarcastic flick of her mane, almost as if she were provoking him to action.

Adolphus now took the first move and with a secure swing, took aim at the mare's waist and with nigh unseen dexterity, she blocked the strike and drove the tip of his sword into the dirt and once again, he had a blade tip at his throat.

"We're at this point again and I'm getting rather annoyed," the mare sighed. "So yield and this won't be painful."

"Why should I?" Adolphus asked.

Out of the trees, an arrow shot forth and straight into Adolphus' thigh.

"That's why," the mare replied. "Now yield or another arrow with hit your other leg."

Adolphus fell back, his sword falling from his grip. The mare smiled as she untied the rope from her waist and proceeded to tie Adolphus' paws together.

"Now was that all so hard?" the mare asked with a tone of sarcasm. "Had you yielded before, you wouldn't have had so much trouble."

He let out a low growl at the mare, only to catch a firm blow across his muzzle from the back of her paw, knocking him flat on the ground.

"Don't think that's the worst I can do. I am trained in chemistry and anatomy, so I can make you feel a multitude of pain that you would not pass out from. You have lost your fight, so I suggest you be a good little doggy and yield to your new master."

Adolphus simply growled at her suggestion, only to catch another blow across the face, knocking him out cold.

Adolphus was woken by a bucket of water being thrown over him and he found he was hanging from the boughs of a tree by his paws, his legs tied to the base and he had been striped naked. He tried to struggle, but he was tied fast. He saw the mare was standing in front of him, a bucket in her paws.

"About time you woke up."

"What the hell do you want, mare?"

The mare put the bucket down and walked over to a pile of what appeared to be her clothes, where she pulled out Adolphus' sword, adorned with the crest of the Red Dragon family.

"I notice you have the sword of the Red Dragon family with you."

"I found it on my travels."

"I almost wish that was true, but the idea that you managed to beat a red dragon is almost laughable."

"I've killed one or two dragons in my time."

"Impressive, but the question remains as to how you got your paws on a sword used by the Red Dragon family, unless you are the Red Wolf."

"I don't think the Red Wolf would loose to a mare."

"I'm flattered you think I'm just some average mare, but you seem to forget, there is one definitive way to find out if you really are the Red Wolf."

The mare walked up to Adolphus and he growled angrily at her, but she quickly silenced him with a firm slap from the back of her paw, before grabbing between his ears and holding his head to the side.

"They say he has a habit of hiding the brand under the fur on his neck, so let's just look around and see what we can find."

She picked her way through the fur until she came across a patch of skin that showed signs of being branded by hot iron.

"The Red Wolf carries both the sword and the brand of the house of the Red Dragons," the mare said as she exposed the brand to her sight. "Now either this is merely coincidence, or you really are the Red Wolf."

"Sounds more like coincidence to me."

"Your insubordinate behavior isn't helping your cause here, Red Wolf." She stepped back and started to admire her prize, now she was aware of it's true value. "In short, you are now my prisoner, so I suggest you start playing along and answering my questions. If you give me answers, I will reward you. If you do not answer or lie to me, I will punish you. What is your real name?"

He gave a low growl as he shot a deathly stare at her. This did not impress her. With two quick steps, she was right up against him and her paw was in his stomach, the blow itself forcing his back into tree and forcing most of his breath from his body. He gasped for air as he felt his stomach burn fiercely.

"First warning, Red Wolf, tell me your name or I will punish you again."

He gave another growl, though somewhat weaker, only to take yet another blow to the stomach. He felt his mouth fill with a trace of blood and it seeped between his teeth.

"I can keep pounding your belly all day long, Red Wolf, it's a matter of how much more you can take."

"Oh I'm enjoying these gentle touches you've placed upon me."

"Your sarcasm has been noted."

A firm uppercut to the stomach and Adolphus could have sworn his stomach was taking up space in his chest. He let out a heaving cough as more blood spilled from his mouth.

"This is your last warning, give me your name or I stop playing the small games and break out some things that will inflict more pain upon you than even the most experienced warrior could take. What is your name?"

"Why don't you tell me yours first?"

Adolphus tried to tense his stomach, but the horse was far to strong for him and she lay several firm, fast blows into his stomach. As soon as she finished, he started coughing blood.

"I can't say I am tiring of this little game with you, but I am tiring of your complete lack of respect towards me, so how about you start doing as I tell you before I start rubbing some nasty, nasty chemicals into some open wounds. Would you care for a short demonstration?"

"Oh really? How bad could it be after those pitiful attempts at punches you've attacked me with?"

The mare slowly sauntered her way over to her clothes and digging around in the pile, ever so seductively flashing her rump at him before slowly walking back, carrying with her one his daggers and two earthenware jars.

"I was planning on giving you one more chance to tell me your name before I broke these out," the mare said as she opened one of the jars and dipped the tip of the dagger into it's contents, "but since you asked oh so nicely, I think I'll show you just how harsh these are."

She ever so gently traced the tip of the dagger down the left side of his chest, just hard enough to break the skin and draw a bit of blood, but not enough to go much deeper than that.

"Oh no," he said sarcastically, "you've injured me..." He stopped and his eye twitched nervously.

The pain had started to grow. At first, it could be compared to a mere paper cut, but had slowly grown into pain that could be compared to having a blade, red hot from the forge of the finest blacksmiths, held against your chest. He grimaced and winced as he felt his flesh burning, but he tried to hold out as long as he could against the ferocious pain.

"I must congratulate you on your stamina and will," the mare said with a smirk as she watched the wolf as he wriggled on the tree, "so now I'll let you think about your next answer before I give you another cut. What is your name?"

He tried as hard as he could to hold out against her torture, but the more he fought, the more the pain grew in his chest. It felt as though the cut was burning its way into his chest, searing his ribs and singeing his lungs. He gasped desperately as sweat started to mat his fur.

"So far, it has only been ten seconds," the mare warned sternly. "You have another ten to think about it before I add another cut to you."

His attempts seemed almost in vain and his chest now felt as though it had been forced into yellow hot coals. The mare, quite happy to watch him suffer, slowly stepped up to him again and pressed the tip of the dagger to the other side of his chest.

"Last chance."

"Adolphus," he said as he tried to draw breath. "I am known as Adolphus."

The mare stepped back and picked up the other jar so she could rub its contents on the wound. The moment it's murky green contents touched his skin, the pain immediately began to subside and he could breathe again. She continued to trace her finger down the cut to ensure that the fire was gone.

"Congratulations Adolphus, you've now reached even in my book, so we can start this again, especially considering you now fully understand the consequences of displeasing me. You can also fully appreciate just how pleasurable it is to make me happy. How about we now move onto the next part of this little game and see what else we can find out. Do you understand what I really am capable of?"

He merely nodded as he tried to catch his breath.

"We're going to do a few ground rules first, so perhaps it's best I give you something to focus on first, just so I can hold your full attention."

She picked up the dagger again and gently teased the tip around the arrow wound on his thigh before she took a few steps back and held the jar of salvation to her stomach.

"I trust I now have your full attention?"

He nodded as fast as he could, the pain already starting to grow to the same intensity as before.

"You are my slave. From now on, you are no longer the Red Wolf, nor are you Adolphus. Y ou are merely my slave and I will always refer to you as my bitch until such times as I feel you deserve a better name. Your sword, your belongings, your freedom, your future, are now mine. You are no longer a brave soldier, a feared warrior or a strong mercenary, you are now a pitiful pleasure slave, owned by a mare. Do you understand me, bitch?"

"I understand," he panted, his leg starting to burn ferociously.

"Then say it, tell me your name, tell me that you truly appreciate just how much power I have over you."

It felt like white hot steel was pressing into his leg.

"I am your slave."

"That's not good enough, say your name."

"I am your bitch!"

Despite that his leg was not actually burning, he could almost smell the scent of burning fur and flesh.

"Good bitch, you're learning."

The mare traced just a mere sliver of salvation over the wound, just enough to dull the pain a bit.

"Now bitch, you have a moment to breathe. I've merely given you the first hints of salvation at this point, there's not enough there to stop the fire. In a moment, we'll start your next lesson."

Adolphus hung from the tree, already starting to question just how far he'd gone.

The pain seemed to recede for a moment, drop back to a light singe, before slowly returning to full potency. The mare smiled as she watched him start to wriggle a bit, writhing in pain.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

"Immensely."

"Which brings us to my second lesson, bitch, my title. I am now your master, your boss and your commander, if I so choose to let you fight again. From now on, you will do as I say, when I say, without question. Any insolence will be punished, if not immediately. You are to refer to me at all times as Mistress Felicity, regardless of how anyone else may address me. You are always to refer to me as Mistress Felicity, regardless of whether I am there or not. Do you understand that bitch?"

"Yes, yes I understand."

"Say it properly, bitch."

"I understand you."

"Who am I, bitch?"

"Mistress Felicity, you are Mistress Felicity."

"Good boy, bitch, you are learning. Make sure you always use it when addressing me, clear?"

"Perfectly clear."

"The pain mustn't be that bad if you're not referring to me properly."

"Perfectly clear, Mistress Felicity."

"Good boy, bitch. You are finally learning."

The mare rubbed just a trace of salvation across the arrow wound, subsiding the pain, if only for a moment.

"I must admit, you're learning rather quickly, but then again, I am a good teacher, wouldn't you agree, bitch?"

"Yes, you're a very good teacher, Mistress Felicity."

"That's good to hear, bitch, I was afraid you were starting to doubt me again."

"No doubt, Mistress Felicity."

"Hmm, no doubt at the moment, bitch, but I know I cannot trust what you say yet."

"Please forgive my impatience, Mistress Felicity, but can we continue our lessons? The wound on my leg is starting to burn again."

"Of course. I'm glad to hear you're so anxious to learn, bitch."

She made her sarcasm quite evident.

"Lesson three. Initially, you will remain within leash length and you will not remove your bindings. As time passes and you show that you are capable of being trusted, I will extend how close you must be and the restraints you will wear. The only thing, though, that you cannot remove will be your slave collar. Should you remove it, you will face the full fury of my wraith. Do you understand me bitch?”

Adolphus grit his teeth as he tried to focus on not screaming loudly, the pain nigh on unbearable.

“Bitch? Did you hear me?”

He gasp for breath, his heartbeat throbbing through his head like the pounds of catapult shots hitting castle walls. He felt dizzy and his vision started to go a bright shade of red.

“Did you hear what I said, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress Felicity.”

For a moment, the red passed to black.

He was out cold. It was impressive that he had lasted so long against her, but it was to be expected that he would eventually pass out and by the time he came to, the fire would have subsided.

“It appears as though our initial reports were correct?” An incorporeal voice asked from the canopy of trees.

“That is correct,” the mare called Mistress Felicity said as she wiped her paws on the wolf's shirt, “and without their star mercenary, we've hampered their plans for at least a week.”

“Assuming he was key to their assault.”

“They have proven to be more resourceful in the past. Now I suggest you get down here Razher, I will need your assistance to fix him up.”

A large, black stallion, dressed in green, dropped down from the canopy with a reasonable thud. Razher was rather tall, standing a clear 60 centimeters above Felicity. His tail and mane were a dull white, having rubbed charcoal into them that morning.

“Are you sure you have time for this, Commander?” Razher asked as she started to untie Adolphus' paws, letting his unconscious body fall to the ground.

“This irritant has left me with a lot of pent up stress,” Felicity replied as she attached a pair of locked bracers to Adolphus' wrists. “I know we don't have much time to get back to the castle, but I would prefer to work off this stress now, as opposed to taking it all out on Celdepah.”

“I'll get Kitty to keep sentry.”

“No, bring her here and let Gareth keep sentry. I would like to humiliate my slave in front of one of his own species.”

He awoke, dazed and confused with the feeling that his mouth was filled with clouds. As he took notice of his surroundings, he realized he was no longer tied to the tree and was now lying on his back. He looked up to see a rather large horse hoof between his arms and his wrists bound in a pair of leather bracers that prevented him from parting his wrists. The hoof belonged to a rather tall and muscular black stallion that looked like he would make his intentions known without too much effort. The horse looked down at him and gave a rather unimpressed snort.

“Good to see you're awake bitch,” a voice that was starting to become quite a grate on his nerves spoke as he craned his neck to try and see where she was. “I was worried I'd have to drag your unconscious body back to the castle.”

Adolphus tried to speak, but found that not only was his mouth held almost shut by a muzzle, but his tongue and voice box were rather numb. 

“Don't worry, I'm not expecting much out of your mouth at the moment,” Felicity said as she walked around and stood over him, one hoof either side of his hips. “I've doused your tongue in a mild anesthetic, so things like talking and biting aren't an option for you at the moment.”

He tried to move his arms, but found that the horse standing at his head was preventing him from moving them very far. As he looked down, he noticed his legs were still tied to the base of the tree. He wasn't going anywhere any time soon, so he started to wonder just what the mare had in mind for him.

Felicity smiled as she crouched down and sat on Adolphus' legs, her hips just beneath his crotch.

“I must ask again Commander,” Razher said as he looked around. “Are you sure this is the right time for this?”

“Razher, I know what I am doing,” she replied as she picked up an earthenware jar, “Now where is Kitty?”

“She was out tracking patrols a mile or so away, she's on her way back as we speak,” Razher answered as he looked around.

“Don't even think of moving Razher.”

“Sorry Commander.”

A female gray wolf, dressed in green and gray, stepped out of the shadows with an arrow ready to be drawn in her bow. On her back she carried a backpack and a quiver of arrows hung from her belt.

“Reporting Commander,” the wolf said as she walked into the clearing.

“Any reason for the delay, Lieutenant?” Felicity asked as she looked up at her.

“The patrols have been passing within our safety margin,” the wolf replied. “I had to avoid a patrol on my way in.”

“Well both of you keep your ears open for anything suspicious,” Felicity said as she dipped her fingers into the jar, “but I thought you'd at least enjoy watching this Kitty, simply for your own pleasures.”

“I am honored, Commander,” the wolf named Kitty said with a small bow.

Felicity ran her fingers through the lotion in the jar before taking out a reasonable dollop and rubbing it onto Adolphus' sheath.

“This lotion is something my current slave devised for those times when I needed his services, but his will was rather, shall we say, worn, allowing him to perform his duties.”

She massaged the lotion into his furry sheath and balls as she continued to talk.

“I also found that it can inspire the same reaction in almost any male, regardless of how willing they are. It also has the ability to suppress your fertility, as long as you cock is covered with this substance, so there is little, if any chance of you leaving me with your illegitimate child.”

He tried to resist, but the mixture started to have its advertised effect and he felt his sheath start to throb with his heartbeat.

“The advantage of this lotion is that it also works as a carrier, so if I chose, I could add a few herbs and ensure that no matter how hard you tried, you would be unable to reach climax. I've found it to be a rather useful tool in the interrogation of some prisoners, if you can imagine what I mean.”

He panted as he felt his sheath start to grow, the sexual impulse inside of him now seemed to have its own intentions. Despite how heavily he willed against it, his wolfhood slowly made its way from his sheath, exposing the erect and tender flesh to the air. It gave an involuntary throb as Felicity gently ran her fingers almost teasingly over the skin.

“It seems yet another rumor of the Red Wolf is true,” Felicity said as she rubbed some of the lotion onto his cock. “Once trained, I may enjoy you much more than I first though.”

The cool lotion on his wolfhood seemed to gently calm the burning that now seemed to grow inside the erect flesh. He closed his eyes as he tried to regather his thoughts, but they was suddenly scattered as he felt a rather warm, wet feeling slide down his length. He opened his eyes and noticed the situation he was now in. Felicity was crouched over him, breathing rather heavily as she slowly mounted his erect cock. After shifting herself a bit, she was sitting upright on his crotch, his cock buried deep within her moist marehood, the tip of his sheath barely visible. Felicity panted for a moment as she sat herself in a comfortable position.

“He certainly has a different shape to Celdepah,” she said as she placed her paws on his belly. “Let us see just how potent his knot is though.”

With that, she gave a firm squeeze with her thighs and watched her slave tense at the feeling that wrapped around his shaft. She smirked at the sight of her new slave, bound, gagged and under her sway as she started to work her way towards her goal. Felicity pulled herself forward, his cock slowly slipping from her insides before, with a thrust, sent the full 30cm of his length deep within herself again. Adolphus let out a groan, the only noise his throat could mutter as Felicity now increased her pace. She moaned as the large woof cock slid into her body, rubbing and stimulating different parts of her as it throbbed with each thrust. She could feel the well-known lupine knot start to form at the base of his cock and knew he was getting close to finishing, but she was far from climax. She changed her movements, spending less time near his knot and more time at the tip, enjoying the feeling of a lupine cock rubbing against her wet inside. She watched his expressions as she continued to arouse him without any sign of relief. The sight of this made her hornier and increased her desires. She soon lost all control of herself as her animal desires took over, driving her further and further down his cock until the knot was at the point of no return.

With one last thrust down, Felicity forced herself down and over Adolphus' knot, the sudden rush of blood tying the two together. She continued to thrust, moving what small centimeter she could as the knot held tight inside of her. She could feel her insides tense in anticipation of what was to come and she knew she was now committed. With two or three more thrusts against the lupine cock inside of her, she felt herself tip over the edge and with a loud neigh, she reached her climax, just as she felt the knot of her new slave suddenly enlarge inside of her. Her sex squeezed desperately as she felt the torrents of wolf seed spill into her awaiting body, fueled by her own desires for release. She squeezed and moaned in ecstasy as she leaned forward as to not fall from her somewhat precarious perch atop her slave's crotch. She sat there for several minutes, savoring the glow of her climax, trying to catch her breath.

He felt dazed as he lay there, a feeling of warmth flowing over his body. No female had ever driven him to such heights of climax before and he was now out of breath. He watched Felicity as she regathered her composure before sitting back up.

“I am rather proud of you bitch,” she said as she stopped gasping for air. “You certainly have a rather different flavor to what I'm used to.”

She went to stand up, but found she was still tied fast to him, the bulge of his knot now spread inside of her, unwilling to let go of its comfortable place. He gave a happy sigh at Felicity's predicament, but this only stimulated a rough squeeze of his still tender cock.

“You will recede in time,” she said as she sat back. “I can wait. Captain Razher, keep an eye on the perimeter whilst my new slave calms down.”

“Yes Commander.”

Razher disappeared into the trees as Kitty took his place, making sure Adolphus couldn't move his arms.

“They can be humiliated just as much as you were,” Felicity said as Kitty looked down at Adolphus with scorn.

“That doesn't mean I will trust another like him again,” Kitty replied. “I can never forgive them for what they did to me.”

“In time, you may believe differently.”

“I severely doubt that Commander.”

“Time shall tell Kitty. Maybe you're just waiting for the right one.”

Adolphus looked up at Kitty, only to come point to face to an arrow, drawn ready in Kitty's bow.

“I will hurt you,” Kitty threatened.

Adolphus quickly averted his gaze back to Felicity, who was still stuck firmly to his crotch.

“Once I have broken you, my bitch, you will be a slave worthy of a princess.”