Silver was led into an opulent tent. Incense and small candles added to the atmosphere that seemed focused on providing a peaceful atmosphere for contemplation. There were a few cushions placed in strategic places, and carafes filled with tea and water, along with trays of snacks and displays of maps of the local area. Adorning the walls of the tent were bits of art that Silver felt were part of the Anubian culture, showing figures of themselves. Curiously, some of them had more fur than others.

He paused passing one by that showed a female that looked... fourty percent human. She was furless over most of her torso, and her face had barely any muzzle at all. She was a human female with bestial parts, rather than a beast that looked like a woman.

Nefertari noticed his delay and turned to him. She looked where he was looking and smirked softly. "Does our war form confuse you?"

Silver looked towards Nefertari quickly, trying not to stare at the statue. The jackal was furred everywhere, clearly not a human, though her shape was close.

Nefertari wreathed a paw in magic with a careful turn, then slapped Silver across the snout. Rather than burning or shocking, as he had feared when she lashed out, instead he felt compelled to focus on her entirely, drinking in her features. "It is rude to stare at our statues when we are here before you, my stallion."

She moved back to her pillow, and he followed. His eyes were glued to her, but the rest of him was free. He had little reason not to follow her.

Nefertari sat on the largest pillow and leaned back. "The spirits are very loud about you, my stallion. They say you have the soul of one of the warriors, which is strange. Ponies normally have pony souls, and yet, here you are. They are very loud, and very sure. You have a warrior's soul, trapped in that soft body. Is that what drew you to us? Did your soul desire freedom that only we can offer? Does your soft body yearn to be with those who share the hidden fire within?"

She put her furry fingers under his chin and guided him down. Soon he was pulled to his belly, laying before her. "Or are you as innocent as you would have us believe? I doubt this. You are no normal pony. We are leaving. Your friends will not be following us." She pulled him by the ears until their faces were close. "There is no escape for you, strange one."

Silver twitched those ears in her grip. "I'm not being followed by anyone. I came alone, to speak with you, and see you."

She put a paw, or was it a hand? She put it on her chest. "For me, specifically? Flatterer. You were followed, even if you are unaware of it. We will vanish into the desert sands, and you are coming with us. Does this terrify you?"

Silver shook his head slowly. "I came of my own choosing." He smiled gently. "I may be naive, but I would rather be your friend. I'm not here to be your boss, or conqueror. I don't promise great answers, just to look and see, and be a friend."

She laughed softly. "A good-natured spy? Very well. For now, you sleep." She placed a paw on his face and stroked over his snout. Swirling magic seeped out from her paws even as her claws tickled his fur. Lethargy quickly overwhelmed him, and he sank against her. He focused his magic quickly, aiming at the energy-granting necklace around his neck, barely keeping a shred of awareness as he sagged against her.

With him seemingly put to sleep, she laid him down, and began to inspect him. She was much more thorough then the guards, and found that his cape could be removed, as well as his saddlebags, and she put them to the side with a soft tsking noise. He couldn't see her do these things, but he felt the weight of them come free, and could hear her noises. He could also hear her flipping through his notebook. "A mighty wizard, are you?" She didn't ask anyone in particular, him least of all. He felt one of her feet prop up on his limp body as she flipped through the pages. "Not our magic." She set the book aside, then she began feeling around his hooves. She tried to pry off one of his shoes, but it was attached firmly with its curse or blessing.

Then she found his balls, or more specifically the bangle that hung on them. She tried to remove the bangle, to his discomfort. Thankfully she didn't try too hardly or for too long. "The spirits are louder still, now that your magic is exposed. Pieces of a puzzle, they say. They say you will be a very willing servant if I do this..." She did something. He could feel her fingers brush over his balls. The artifact became enhanced, and drew more powerfully at the magic than its kin. Lust was building as he had just been freed from. He inwardly snarled and turned his focus to the other two, blunting the effect with effort even as he made a note to act as she expected.

She did something, and sleep found him truly.

When he awoke again, he was on a patch of scraggly grass. It wasn't his grass. They weren't in the same place anymore. As she had promised, they moved swiftly through the desert through whatever means the Anubians had to remain hidden. He had been stripped, no saddlebag or cloak for him, and his book, denied.

When he rose to his hooves, he realized he was sporting a bit of morning wood. He focused on the other two artifacts, bringing his inner balance closer to normal. One of the males came up to him as he focused and slapped the thick member. "Are you that happy to be captured?"

Silver squeaked softly. "No! I mean, I'm glad to be here, just not that way."

He laughed at Silver. "You're a pony. You do as your body commands. When it becomes afraid, you flee without thought. When it is lustful, you'll do anything in front of you. The priest says she's made a fine servant out of you."

Silver skewed an ear back. Had he been given up as a public sex doll? "I wanted to see and learn, and become a friend of your people."

He brushed his loincloth aside, revealing a sheathed penis that was rapidly rising. "We'll be good friends. Now, are you going to be a good friend, or do we have to break your teeth first?"

Silver winced, looking at the canine member that would be his destiny for the moment. It wasn't as large as a pony's, for what that was worth. He surely didn't want his teeth smashed to make him more pliable. When the Anubian guided his head downwards, he went with it, and soon he had the alien shaft in his snout. His general sexual inclination recoiled at the idea of pleasuring a male, but it was that, or abandon every shred of his conviction towards these people and his plans.

"If you took my horn blocker off, I would do more." He spoke around the member even as he took it all the way in. The jackal wasn't quite that trusting, and was soon humping into him, driving that member across his tongue. He had to focus on keeping his teeth away, lest he injure the male that could order terrible things done to him.

Silver tried to be logical about it. The sooner the male finished, the better. He put his broad pony tongue to work teasing at the unwanted member, and the soft barks and moans told him it was working. The Anubian howled as he reached his peak, blasting Silver with his bitter and salty cum. He drew back before he was done and splattered it across Silver's snout, an act Silver found to be demeaning for the sake of being demeaning.

"Good pony." The Anubian softly pet over Silver's head and ears and back over his neck, stroking him like a fond pet before he wandered off into the camp.

Silver tried to walk away from the grass, only to discover some strange new magic held him there, and prevented him from wandering more than a few feet in any direction. He lowered his head to the grass and cleaned himself as best he could, then encouraged the grass to grow, becoming bright and green and destroying the evidence of his shame.

He had become welcomed, but not as a visitor, but an acquisition. Anubians who wandered past would give him a pet as fond as any beloved pet, but he was their pet, not their friend. To please them, he would be offered a cock to suck. Sometimes they'd play with his parts, but they'd force him to make a mess of himself. The females would pet him as well as any male, but they wouldn't stroke him or ask to be mounted or anything of the sort.

It was late in the evening when Nefertari wandered past. She pet over his cheeks as she smiled cruelly. "Are you feeling welcomed properly yet? The men say you're a fine toy, and the women say your fur is soft and nice to pet on the way past. Even the children think you're an amusing toy."

Silver pulled away from her hands. "I came to be a proper friend, not just a sex toy."

She tugged him back in. "You are what I say you are. You'll learn that. Perhaps a few more days out here will teach you your place?" She pulled his face up to hers. "I know you desire the company of a female, and that's exactly what you won't get while you resist." Her eyes wandered past him to the plush carpet of fur he'd made to rest and clean on. "Hmmm, you repeat the performance?" He felt a finger brush over his member, female fingers. "Perhaps you should be rewarded after all, our little captured totem of fertility. Oh yes, they have spoken well to me. Is that what you want, to be our fertility god? We'll make a field worthy of having, in time. You're too far away from the sacred lands right now, so be patient."

Silver considered and tried a new act. "Can't I be with you, Nefertari? I'm not blind. I would rather be in your enchanting presence."

She laughed at his attempt to seduce her. "I'm sure you would. Do these attract you?" She drew his head to nuzzle between her round breasts. Yes, they attracted him, when he was honest with himself. The feel of those round furry orbs excited him on a nearly-forgotten level. "They call to the warrior spirit in you. You know, any other pony would be disgusted. They only have them for their children, and find nothing appealing about them. They are not warriors." She stroked once over his head and began to scratch at his neck. "But no true warrior accepts this fate. What warrior are you?"

She stepped away from him and walked away, her tail swaying with every step. She was putting on a show, confident he could do nothing about it, and he felt a new anger grow in him. He was being tested. Until he demonstrated the warrior spirit in him was more than a faint echo, they would be happy to keep him as a docile sex toy and nothing more. He would have to fight.

Author's Notes:

Silver finds his royal status is ignored entirely and becomes the bitch of the tribe he's trying to learn more about. Was there a typo on his passport?