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The club was dark and almost cave-like. Smoke came both from dry ice on the stage and tobacco products at one end of the bar, obscuring all the delicious details from a hungering arousal until one could get close enough to touch, and by that point, it was already too late to escape as one would get nabbed and carried off to some secluded place like a burlap sack of dried beans draped over one buff furred shoulder. Typically, the temporary kidnappings was done by the more predatory species, but even bulls and stallions or the like had no scruples about seizing a chosen “mare” that had bumped into them.

Not that there were actually any females to be had in the place, of course. At 'Mason's Muscle Bar', you were a mare if you were lithe enough to be carried off quickly for a fucking. Aside from the drinks, the only thing that needed to be paid for were the stud service fees from the more desireable stock amongst the employees working the joint. Everything else was free, whether you wanted it or knot. To a very reasonable degree though, most furs and humans knew what they were getting into (or what was getting into them!) at Mason's. If they didn't, the warning outside seemed humorous enough: a horse crossing road sign with a huge cock drawn beneath the silhouette's legs and stenciled lettering beneath; “FREE PONY RIDES UPON REQUEST...OR NOT.” A few surprised individuals interpreted that as a take it or leave it thing and didn't worry much as long as they didn't ask about the peculiar sign. What it really meant was that if you were in the club, you were getting a pony ride, or a tiger ride, or whatever other male you were unlucky to bump into.

It didn't stop at one fuck either, as the smell of cum in a leaky gaping ass was like dropping blood in amongst hungry sharks: you found your butt popular very fast, and if you could walk normal again in a week, you were the lucky one. In brief, that was Mason's Menagerie of beefy wonders.

The human had known all of this when deciding to go there, even taking preparations at home to make things go smoother. Clean-shaven and lubed up good down there, once word got around of his smooth silky-skinned balls and ass, things would get interesting in a hurry. This would be his first time in the club, but all of his crossdressing friends had warned him about one interesting detail: the larger males had a tendency to slide a paw down the back of one's pants and panties with one thick questing finger slipping in a snug place it didn't belong to investigate a given rut prey's cleanliness and virginity for a given romp.

A blush spread across his face as a large scaly draconic hand went down his backside as smoothly as a curious hot snake, and upon touching his toned firm buttocks, could then go no further. This was because Hal/Alex had prepared himself against the lewd attentions of sneaky paws with a medium pink rubber plug that wouldn't be easy to remove one-handed and tight pink silky panty briefs in the way. The knowing glance from the towering black and ruby dragon had conveyed a great deal of the hunger and ancient lust a long-lived mythological beast could posses. Maybe the next slut he bumped into would be more willing, but Alex wanted to save his chaste ass for a more alluring butt hunter within this busy cum-choked place.

Saving himself or no, that didn't stop the frustrated and defeated attempts of further slut-tamers on the prowl. It wasn't even rough treatment, either, but felt more like he were a piece of meat being poked and graded by the anonymous frisky paws and hooves as he was bumped into. The predators were quicker and more aggressive, as the grazing males were slower with a warm touch that seemed to linger with random tenderness. The attention was so frequent that he didn't know who had a paw down his pants, and sometimes there were two or more contesting down there for the right to check his tight butthole.

Even if he were tempted to escape the random strange butt gropes, the press of musky bodies made this impossible, as there was rarely more than two or three feet ahead of unoccupied space in this smothering vice of gay furred flesh. Cum wasn't an uncommon smell in the club, but what scent best filled the air was that of precum, as every cock in the club must have been leaking bad. Aside from the molestation of his tush by strangers, he also had firm gropes of his maleness by switches and more submissive creatures of the house. Rams and stags in particular had a tendency to do whatever felt good in the heat of a passionate moment, sometimes allowing themselves to be taken and ploughed right on a tabletop or counter.

Alex liked both of those prey species, but tonight the human wanted something special. Something you couldn't get for a booty call from over the internet. The only problem was he didn't know what that special thing was. It turned out this wasn't a problem, as that special thing knew what HE wanted. As he walked along bumping his way through a curious sexually aggressive sea of paws on his body, he smacked face first into a white groin bulging out of golden silk boxer shorts.

The smell combined with his momentum left him stunned as he was brought to a sudden halt with his face smothered by an outline of horse sheathe and testicle bulge in tiny hot pants. For a moment he thought he was drowning in the strong sweet wildness of the spicy musk, breathing the cock fragrances deeply in a panic. “What is this strange new creature in the menagerie?” It was an oddly sort of lilting voice that cut through the crass noise of the club like a darting arrow, causing Alex to immediately respect it as a presence of royalty. Yet, he knew there were no horses in the world who talked like that.

When the femboy finally managed the courage to extricate his face from those male treasures to look up at this studly beast, he saw the tall stallion was indeed no horse. If one didn't pay any attention to features besides a large lump of maleness in his pants, it was easy indeed not to notice that pearlescent twining horn with its opaline rainbow shimmers sprouting from that noble eternally patient brow like a crown. And, this was exactly what the shy panty loving boi wanted.

He blushed deeper as the great unicorn bowed his head low and sniffed at his hair with exaggerated horse-like whuffling and tickles of floppy pink energetic lips nibbling the top of his head like grass. “Someone smells like a virgin. How wonderful for me.” Again came that lovely feminized male voice with a subtle hint of vague aristocratic authority. Having that great presence stand over him almost made the human quiver in his panties for feeling unworthy to be taken as a fucktoy by the elegant creature.

As soon as he’d been noticed, Alex thought he would be invited back to the unicorn’s place of residence, though this turned out not to be the case. Instead, the gay ivory equine ceased to pay any direct attention to him, as if such a thing were below his station. The unicorn snapped his fingers, and like magic, a muscular caribou manservant materialized nakedly from the press of bodies like a ghost adorned in chains of gold. “You rang, mi’lord?” Although the cervine was awaiting instruction before he did anything, it was fairly obvious by the way both intimidating stud males looked down on his lithe form that Alex was the subject of the discussion. If fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if the stag were ghosting his master at all times like a bodyguard of sorts.

If the servant were summoned, that must mean that the unicorn wouldn’t actually be seeing to him personally, which was odd given how lusty such creatures were for unspoiled holes to fuck. “Do take this one to my bathing chamber to be washed, cleaned out, and prepared in the customary way that I prefer.” The caribou clutched a paw to his chest and gave a slight respectful bow, suddenly twisting on his dual deerish hooves to grasp onto the human and fold Alex over one muscular broad shoulder like a sack of sex. His struggles were of surprise, but very brief before he surrendered to the will of the stag to be carried off. Of course, a hot paw caressing against his upturned clothed buttocks and the outline of the plug in his ass hardly helped him submit to the unexpected kidnapping and molestation so high up off the ground staring at rounded nude deer tail and buttocks!

A blush filled his face, as he not only got a good scenic view of that caribooty but some of the sweet clean musky smell of the treasure underneath the buck tail as well. Animal musk was, well, intoxicating and exotic compared to his plain human ass smell. The male perfume from that muscled rear was doing something else that was immediately noticeable, the stag grunting with a lewd chuckle as he felt something wet poking into the fur of his shoulder. Alex was undeniably hard beneath his panties, and it was too obvious to ignore.

There were other males looking on in keen interest with salivating lips, some of them much bulkier than the deer that could easily overpower the stag to take the feminized human prize for themselves to plunder, but they didn’t. It seemed there was an unspoken rule here that the unicorn got whatever he wanted free of interference. As the caribou sifted his way nakedly through the crowd with several reassuring pats and molesting gropes on Alex’s upturned helpless butt, they came to a rectangular staircase cluttered with beefy males having their way with fem sluts shoved against the wall for whatever little privacy and space the stairwell would provide even as the sweaty cluster of rhythm continued just outside.

As the buck made it to the landing in the middle of the twist in the stairs, a big orca let out a shrill squeak through his blowhole and splattered his boi’s back in what must be a gallon of cetacean spoo spraying out like a firehose, some of the blast rebounding off the slender grey-furred wolf’s back and into Alex’s hair and face like sticky gay confetti that left him blushing and indignant even as he licked the fishy salted taste of the watery whale goo off his nose and cheeks.

The last half of their journey was in sight, and this one was undeniably raunchier as he saw two big stallions, a zebra and chestnut bay, sharing the same sissy collie boi in a Full Nelson with both their cocks rubbing around inside his overstretched ass while Alex could see that the bulges in his belly were squirming around independently in a sort of duel to have the honor of cumming first, the whole thing looking like two feet shoved into one sock. It was tantalizingly perverted to see two overhung males sharing the same sissy, but the dogboi didn’t seem in the least bothered by all that dribbly horse sausage making his acquaintance.

It was embarrassing to be breathing in those erotically charged smells to end up harder than AP calculus, and to add insult to his own unexpected surge of lust, the big naked deer was now molesting his pants-covered butt with a big paw squeezing on his cheeks and poking curiously at the hard lump of the plug securing the entrance to his boipussy like a male chastity lock. A few of those nudges on his anal toy even rubbed his prostate the right way and made Alex wet his panties with more pre.

These blatant sexual sights were easy to see, albeit upside down, by peeking around the buck’s broad fuzzy brown hip. The real effort was looking backward as he actually had to do a push up against the caribou’s back and crane his neck into an uncomfortable angle to look directly behind. This caused the cervine’s grip to tighten just a bit, as though the deer male were expecting the human to attempt escape, though none was actually made. The view was worth it. Alex almost lost himself in a devouring mist of lust as he witnessed greased cum-covered poles shoving themselves rapidly into previously creampie’d femboi buttholes like locomotive ramrods.

The two horses had a steady crude pace going as they took turns shoving into the collie like a handcar on a railroad track. Then in turns they came, flooding him unexpectedly like a cumfilled fruit in the belly, letting it all gush out on the floor, before continuing on his insatiable needy butthole once again. Alex imagined that if they kept it up like that for long, his anus would prolapse a bit and begin to look like theirs; probably even more enticing for gay horny horsefurs to shove into if they ever happened to notice the telltale ponut bulge in the backs of panties.

Alex was just wondering what would happen with the mess, when a hungry black feline happened upon these fresh puddles and lapped them up off the floor like cream, his thonged butt and tail raised high in the air to signify his femboy heat while performing his duty to mop up the spillage. With a juicy wagging haughty catbutt like that, it didn’t take long for a cold doberman nose to find his taint for a sniff and send a visible nervous shiver up through that sinuous spine like a wave. The big buff dog with muscle and a cross harness was packing, too. Basically naked except for the purple leather strips across his chest, he was packing some serious heat with a hard dick twelve inches long, two inches thick, and a knot as wide as a horse’s unflared cockhead. It would be hard to drink up all that cum once he was tied, but that was probably half the fun for the naughty buttkitten with stallion milk all over his face.

Just when the human couldn’t possibly get anymore horny or lose the resistance to try to reach up to stroke himself off, there was a sudden stop to the hoofed stomping as the caribou arrived at their location. Six or so flights of stairs above at the penthouse suite was a single corrugated gunmetal painted door, and the buck only arrested his jaunty bouncing motion long enough to slide a key home and give it a click before opening said door, leading into an area that was very brightly lit and made his eyes ache as they adjusted to it. Once inside, the deer set him down on his side to adjust to the light while locking the door behind. Alex got the message fast: this was a private show with no interruptions wanted. Whatever sexy things were about to happen, the deer and unicorn would have him to themselves for the whole evening.

It took him a moment to adjust to the unexpected intensity from above after being a part of the club’s troglodyte world for so long. He wasn’t any mole, but his eyes still couldn’t handle the stark contrast immediately, so they ached in such a way they felt they might pop any second. There wasn’t any doubt how helpless he was even without the size difference between them. If his eyes were crap, his limited human sense of smell wasn’t. That big deer male was putting off musky fumes almost like a bug bomb, filling the air with his horny stink to let all females within the realm know of his presence. Except, there were none to be had to appreciate his lusty pheromones.

Unable to see, the buck crouched over his quivering fetal form and wrestled him out of his more modest clothing with vicious ease like a dog with a chew toy, the boi now lay on his side shivering in nothing but the soft nylon panties that left little to a cervine’s demented imagination. It was a bit cold, as furs had a pelt to protect them from the harsh sting of air conditioning, but it wasn’t something he couldn’t adapt to as his frail form was poked and nudged every which way by curious caribou extremities. Just as he managed to open his eyes and get a better view above at his captor, he could see all of that curiosity wasn’t as benign as he first assumed. There was some hint of jealousy within those eyes almost like some twinkling spark of creeping annoyance.

What was that envy he could perceive from the lifting fog of his bleary eyesight? Was it because the unicorn found some new toy that was much better than his poor rut buck? It was a strange situation to be in, but he hoped the cervine male could ignore his own impulses to get the preparations, whatever those may be, done professionally like a good servant. Alex was further put off when his greetings, or any attempt to talk to the stag at all, were completely ignored. It made him feel almost as though he didn’t exist, or more specifically like a dumb pet that didn’t recognize any verbal commands. So, he was somewhat being treated like a lazy cat?

When he recovered his vision long enough to better see the situation and stand up, the stag pushed him back down to the floor so he was on his hands and knees like an animal. There was a distinct feeling that if he tried to stand up again, there would be some punishment involved, at least, he got that impression from the mild haughty scowl on the deer’s lips and the mild shake of that rack of antlers glinting dully on his brow. At least looking up and staring wasn’t a punishable offence, but even with that unspoken rule he still lived under a peculiar shadow of intimidation. While he doubted he would be outright beaten, a male of that size and of so many sexual talents could devise some truly demented disciplinary actions.

There was an odd awkwardness between them. Not silence, because that was already accepted, but something more intimate. It was an expectation, a nonverbal expectation that the human had to do or perform something for the stag before they could begin the proceedings. Finally the caribou lost patience and nudged his antlers in the direction of a hole in a wall close to the ground. It was a very strange place to put a perfectly spherical hole, and the room where it led was completely in darkness so nothing could be discerned of what was at the other end. It was a small opening, for a large fur such as his host, but just the right diameter for an average fit human to squirm through.

It was obvious, then. The deer wanted him to go in there, but do what? Get something that was lost in the dark room, or maybe it was the slave entrance to the unicorn’s private bedchamber. He had no idea, and there wasn’t much time to question the buck’s towering authoritative pecs, so he crawled over to the hole and put one hand on the rim only to be surprised. It wasn’t dark because there was a unlit room on the other side, but because the whole gap in the wall was filled by a squishy plug of super soft medical grade silicone. almost like a rolled up sleeping bag had been stuffed in to fill the empty space.

Alex marvelled at the nice silky touch and pliant rubbery feel of it as he pressed into the formless material with pokes of his fingers and hands. It was like the sex toy equivalent of memory foam mattresses and had a lot of give to it. If he wanted to, he could probably use it as sleeping accommodation of some sort. He reached a whole arm into the mildly cold folds of black jelly and was just as surprised to feel some kind of tunnel go all the way through it to the other side as his fingertips touched nothing once he was shoulder deep up this passage. The human already had one arm through it, but hesitated with the other as he didn’t want to get stuck in some kind of silicone sleeve prison to endure the humiliation of being pulled back out with a crane.

His uncertainty was not in the caribou’s initial plans, as the stag stomped over casually with his cloven hooves and took the humans’ free arm to shove it forcibly along with his head, until only Alex’s head was sticking out from the opposite opening, his arms helpless as they struggled to doggy paddle in the thick almost mucky fluidness of the formless silicone blanket. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get a good enough grip on the soft squishy folds to pull himself back out, and this is what the massive deer stud seemed to count on.

Alex looked around inside this new room once he surrendered to being stuck inside the frictionless rubbery vestibule, feeling a bit like a penis going through a jack off sleeve on a pussy or ass toy. The new area was dark, but he could still make out details from candlesticks alight next to a magnificent red satin bed surrounded by silk pillows of many bright colors. An odd design choice, but he supposed it fit a unicorn: the one species that could piss the colors of the rainbow like magic. So, his first guess about this being a secret entrance to a pleasure chamber was correct, but his exploration was cut short by what was taking place to the other end.

He turned his head as much as he could from the tight cramped opening, and was stunned for just a minute to see a giant grey feral unicorn butt painted on the wall behind, the caricature looking backwards to smile with those sweet naughty horsey teeth and lips at his predicament: his head was coming out of its fake silicone padded asshole almost as obscenely as a micro fur in a Narse butthole playground. Before he could make a joke about that being no moon behind him, the stag did away with his panties in one quick flourish, leaving them puddled around his knees on the floor like a pink metaphor of his femboy shame. Then came the buttplug, a hard tug to remove the thick butt locking aid much faster than he expected and caused him to yelp out in surprise while thrashing in the faux unicorn anus.

By either fortune or disaster, his hole was not left empty for long. First there were the spanks, unexpected sharp swats on his butt from what seemed a wide sport bat like one might see in the united kingdom, no doubt to leave his rump rosy and red for the master’s approval. Alex jumped in place and swore as each stinging spank added more pain to previous sore regions of his bubbly butt until not a single inch of space anywhere on his ass flesh wasn’t burning from the unexpected abuse.

With the boi butt tenderizing over with, he felt something dry, slender, and rubbery get shoved up his sticky lube dripping ass. Although he had no idea what it was at first, that quickly changed as he felt it get bigger fast along with the audible hissing of a pump. The caribou had stuck an inflatable buttplug, or so he thought, and had pumped in enough air to make it grow a bit over seven centimeters in size and most certainly irremovable by simple expulsion on his own. The earlier assumption was quickly proven false once the deer gave the lewd toy a nice firm tug to ensure it was properly anchored and not going anywhere soon.

It was roughly horsecock flare size in thickness, so Alex doubted he could shake it loose with any kind of ease nor did he want to with the mild bruises and welts left on his bent over rear from a vigorous paddling. Once the caribou was confident of his work and estimated the humans’ anal abilities with astute cervine perception, he proceeded with the next step by attaching the plug to something of some significant weight and heft that the human could feel through his ass by light but unrelenting tugs against his anus from the plug being pulled on but not out.

Before he could begin to guess what he’d been tethered to, there was a loud click like a plastic zipper coming undone and Alex was immediately assaulted by a heavy cold that seemed to chill him down to the bones and fill every gap in his bowels with sticky ice. He didn’t know what was happening for awhile since he couldn’t actually see, plus the seal in his hole was too snug to let anything escape. Every cold thick drop of this massive many pint enema would flow into his body and leave him full and fat like a slut turkey. Although Alex didn’t know what the stag was pumping into him, he had a good clue based on something he saw something sitting in a lonely corner of the unicorn’s bedroom: a penis pump attached to a portable milking machine.

The guess that it was refrigerated unicorn cum surging into his intestines was quickly confirmed when the aches and soreness left his insides and the flesh of his butt as the magical healing properties of mythical spunk did its work on him. Well, there were certainly worse things he could be filled with, and at least this way he wouldn’t have to visit the doctor for a long time, as this unispoo would cure any existing conditions that he wasn’t already aware of. It was a strange sort of relief, to receive lasting medical treatment in the course of sexual satiation. Perhaps this was the way the unicorn kept his pets STD free before playing with them personally, but if that was the motive, Alex saw no reason to complain for free health care.

He was full and stuck, the silicone anus now getting a bit warm and toasty as it trapped the heat from his body. When the enema finished up, the stag clopped off somewhere else for awhile and left the human in a gap of unusual silence as his belly gurgled and protested the massive load of magical equine jizz rolling around inside with cramps working through his intestine like dull garden trowels scraping about inside. Just as he thought he couldn’t take anymore of that discomfort working its way sneakily through his body, he felt something wide and hard placed between his legs almost like a chair and then the buttplug was deflated quickly to let him gush the whole load back out like a lewd waterfall into the awaiting container.

The stag waited until every last spurt had worked its way out of the cavernous maze that was his ass before continuing on. The femboy felt completely empty after being pumped full of spunk, but after that uncomfortable fullness, being empty was a blessing by comparison. In this regard he wouldn’t stay empty either. He could feel the caribou’s fuzzy wrist caress past his inner thighs as the buck ducked something big and heavy into the bucket of discarded myth semen, probably additional lube for a dildo that would be going up his butt to stretch him out for an equine tool that the unicorn no doubt had proud possession of.

It turned out he was only half right as it was indeed a lengthy smallish equine cock, perhaps donkey or medium pony size in regards to anthro male equipment and not the full gamut of standard or heavy equines. So it was a starter toy on the way to bigger things. Where Alex was undeniably wrong was how this toy would be entering his butt. Everything seemed normal as the caribou slid the cum greased intruder up the humans’ boicunt without much resistance, but once it was more than halfway inside him was where things got weird. With the flick of a switch.

Alex let out a feral moan of confused lust as the dildo moved in and out of him at a decently easy pace that he could handle, but the way it fucked him was too unnatural and evenly fluid. It was purely a mechanical soulless fucking in the butt, and he could feel it going deeper as the deer moved the machine up closer to his helpless butt until he could feel the heavy silicone balls slapping his cum-crusted thighs like heavy rubber eggs. He tried to crawl forward or back out of the anus tunnel of love, but the fake stretchy unicorn butthole held him helpless in such a way that he could not resist having his own get deflowered by this cold automated pounding machine.

When the caribou had seen that he had relaxed and submitted somewhat to his plowing, he slowly turned the AC/DC control dial of the attached remote until the donut destroying device was fucking him fast enough to light his ass on fire if it weren’t for the liberal use of master’s magical cum. Alex let out a helpless shriek like a girl as he found his body wobbling around helplessly in the tunnel while his chubby butt bubbles bounced and danced to the brutal boifucking like two equally large fatty hams getting slapped. The spanks on his thighs from the big heavy boar balls weren’t helping either, and just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore of this cruel earthquake-like shaking on the merciless mare making machine, the dildo quickly arrested its progress with one wet sloppy exit like a big slurping kiss that left his hole gaping and leaking even more fluids than expected.

He was glad that it was over, visibly relieved and trembling from his trauma as the dildo was unsnapped from the machine and taken away to be cleaned off. His hope vanished when he felt the cervine forearm again, dipping something even bigger and floppier into the bucket of cum. There was no doubt that this was pure phallic equine, and average full size at that. It felt forty-five centimeters long or so with an unflared tip that was all the thickness of eight or so centimeters of squishy silicone obscenity. This was going on the end of the fucking machine piston next, but first he listened in on the lewd slurping sounds as the cervine spread the cum around the entire length of the toy before hooking it on.

Like before, the deer walked the dildo up first, lining the tip up with the humans’ gaping hole and rolling the machine’s trolley cart into place about halfway up the shaft to the medial ring. Alex let out a harsh chirp of held breath through his teeth as the wide blunt intruder found his ruined asspussy and slowly but firmly shoved its way in like a boneless fist of floppy horsemeat. Buried halfway up his passage and stretching the human boi butt beyond the original limits of sexual slut endurance, the stag then locked the wheels on the cart to ensure that it wouldn’t be rolling away as it fucked him like some recalcitrant robot lover.

The bloated presence up his bum was bigger than what an average eight foot tall horsefur would be blessed with, at least the girth was in the draft horse realm of heavy hard peckers. The only mercy afforded Alex at this point was that the density of the silicone material used was not that great, as it was very squishy and almost jellyish in its malleability to move with any firm pressure applied to it, such as his butthole squeezing down on the toy as it refused to stretch out any further than it already had. Having it in his ass wasn’t the bad part he was concerned about even if the thickness was substantially more than the pony dong he’d ridden earlier. What bothered the human was the rampantly brutal machine it had been hooked to, as he already had a taste of that ferocity from a much more manageable anal escapade from the previous pony pounding.

At least, he thought such a thing were about to happen, but was surprised when an unusual amount of tact and mercy was shown as the machine ever slowly inched the toy into his butt, and yanked it out with the same creeping casual speed. It almost felt although a slug or some equally animal of less enthusiastic repute was grinding at his ass at the speed of snore. It was a little strange to be going at such an unbearably gradual pace of an inch or so of shaft moving around in him a minute at a time, but at least it was a much more restful deep fucking than the one that had preceded it, and really, why complain about that?

Thrust so haphazard in this situation of unfamiliarity, there were numerous moments when Alex feared a double cross as the machine would be turned up to unnatural levels of speed to give him something to really worry about. It was an unreasonable fear, as he knew if the caribou were to turn it up any higher than the current lazy pace, it would wreck his ass and prevent the mythological master from getting any sort of enjoyment out of the resultant gaping mess.

As glad as he was the jealous stag was now taking a more or less gentle approach to his courtesan training, there was no sign of the unicorn and no end in sight to his slow but relentless pounding from the efficient and tireless oiled machine. Although he always had fun little fantasies and an eager desire to play with a male horse, he hadn’t expected an unceasing session of heavy toy humping.

Lancer had left strict instructions to be carried out by his fucktoy/servant, but also knew said preparations would take a great deal of time to complete. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to work up his libido while being forced to wait. Unicorns were known for godly patience, but their genitals were bound by the same limitations of need as any other species. And this new human on the scene, well, any human prepared to block malefur advances with a buttplug denying the way had two qualities endearing to male unicorns: sexual inexperience in sexually charged situations, and they had class. Only shameless sluts opened up all their holes completely in a desperate bid to be filled by any hot slimy thing.

After downing the remains of one bottle of wine, he requested another be put on his tab. Again, being a unicorn, alcohol had no effect or danger, but the taste of it still proved exquisite despite his body neutralizing the toxicity almost immediately. He did not drink for a buzz, but for the flavor and to blend into the scene. One did not go to a bar and drink a coke unless it had Bacardi in it.

While he drank the reddish amber spirits with alarming elan that would kill anyone else from alcohol poisoning, one performance on the stage finished with its set and cleared away for another. As Lancer owned the penthouse on top of the club (but was not the club’s owner), he had been loitering around the stripper/bar area long enough to remember every nuanced performance schedule. Up and coming was one of his favorite shows at Mason’s; a very aggressive sexually charged show of stallions in very questionable but alluring and revealing scanty uniforms.

Lancer had downed half of his new bottle by the time the show was nearing its start. It was bad form to drink so much high quality liquor all at once, but at least it was cold and crisp, and the club was hot enough to be on fire. Already prepared to meet his need, the barkeep ox had uncorked and set up another bottle for his lacking discretion.

Soon, but not as yet needed. As his gaze magnetized back to the heavy worn trampled stage, he knew what he was staring at but had lost any pretense of modesty after seeing those same delicious masculine details over the course of months. Two half naked beasts greeted one another in mock salutes from opposite sides of the stage. One was big bay male horse. Bay for those not in the know was brown fur with black mane, tail, and skin. It wasn’t hard to imagine he had a nice big girthy chocolate toblerone bar under those shiny latex briefs.

Aside from the black briefs, they also sported knee high hoof boots (not related to ponyplay like those silly mimic humans) up from the boots were peaked officer caps with some unseen insignia and red armbands on each left nineteen inch bicep with black borders, white background, and a pair of intersecting black horseshoes. The more observant members of the audience might be able to ascertain what the two bulky gay beasts were mocking, but if not, the music playing loud over the speakers gave the perfect hint with Germanic speech: This, is, Deutsch.

The unicorn never imagined he’d be seeing two horses of such size goosestepping and stomping harshly into the wood so well in unison, at least not before the first time he saw the show. The forbidden nature of the specieist spectacle was enrapturing and oddly intoxicating. For just five minutes, he was trapped in that oppressive but appealing reality where horses were superior and ruled over all other furs by natural right and forceful sex.

With every trot, stamp, and cheerful gambol of pleasantly firm equine hindquarters, those wide hips and hard abdominal areas seemed to do something different and unique to those precious heavy equipment in those pairs of undies, giving leaky sausage sheaths and oblong orange-sized balls and unearthly gelatinous quality almost like stiff ripples of water. The effect was every bit as imitatively as a fat ass being spanked, but Lancer knew without reservation there was no fat in those well toned bodies to be had.

Most of the show consisted of them flexing their muscles in proud poses while marching around in dance-step. And often when they turned or gave a good view from the side, the delicious view of their rumps and cropped polo pony tails added to the appeal. That was only the scenery he could see, as the shiny briefs were wedged up tight in their buttocks so not even any hint of anus was displayed. That last bit should have been expected with two doms, as they didn’t want anyone to garner the wrong idea of availability: these working studs were only for show and plowing some wild boi fields.

The finale was swiftly arriving, and this last part of the show was no mere casual feat as each ‘dropped’ and erected on command within a few seconds, each plump stallion organ now sporting a line of glow in the dark rainbow cockrings like a gay pride Jacob's ladder. Flaccidly displayed, hands on wide beefy hips, they spun fifteen inch long members through the air like shimmering helicopter blades before vacating the stage all tired and sweaty from every inch of fur. Lancer found it amusing to watch the feminized collared pets and sluts fight amongst each other to yank all of those musky bright neon rings from those twin pillars while the studs tainted and teased their whorish behavior and lack of class, only leaving after every stretch cock bangle had been hastily looted, sniffed, and licked clean of horse musk. The subs loved horses, so obvious by their behavior, and would also make a fine boost to the pair's egos as well. Equine supremacy had been assured once again.

The unicorn reaches over for his last bottle and drank it all without a thought as he tossed the empty in the rubbish on his way to the stairwell. As with previous busy days at the club, he didn't expect this out of the way area to be deserted, and the sloppy sounds of sex as well as the mushroomy musk of semen spilled all over the floor and walls seemed to clue him in fast. He was fairly good at ignoring these diversions, but hoped no drunken draught horse or buffalo would get the wrong idea about his positional orientation by the overwhelmingly feminine elegance exuded by his species like an unwanted curse. Pretty pony, that's what the last bastard trying something funny to have his way called the unicorn. It was not so funny after Lancer got done with him.

Another perk of his species that bothered some furs: he bowed his horn to the locked door at the top of the stairs and it was instantly opened by magic. Of course, this was important, as unicorns could escape from all but the most cunning traps, and of course muscled arms. Oh yes, he could be nabbed. There were no locks on a fur's paws except a headlock, which proved oddly exempt from his powers. Fortunately, unicorns were too scarce and didn't commit enough serious crime for this issue to be problematic.

Once inside his pleasure chamber, he locked it back up with a turn of a latch and bore witness to the most comical sight to be expected. True, Lancer had planned it to take place this way, but it was still interesting to actually see. Poking out of a black silicone-lined tunnel in the wall was a helpless nude human butt leaking pearlescent shimmering rainbow unicum as it took a somewhat mercifully slow but deep pounding from a soft medical grade silicone horse dildo thrusting on a piston machine carriage. He recognized it as his thousand dollar mini stallion fuck machine rig, and it was putting in work on that once immaculately tight butt.

Even better than that, Naldore his fucktoy slave/servant caribou, was following his commands appreciably well and going easier on that trapped tushy better than he could dream.With this perfect balance of care and precision, the human would be ready for mating without too much tightness or looseness. They were essentially Goldilocks'ing his fine young behind with these careful automated preparations.

Knowing he was leaving the task in professional hooves, Lancer gave his buck servant a complimentary hard brisk slap on the bum as he opened the secret non-butthole entrance to his quite literal private bedroom/ Outside was the dungeon and most every toy or piece of gear needed for play. Within, his private chamber was an ornate temple for his worship with a double king size heart-shaped bed with curtains and red velvet sheets, a bathroom with shower, toilet, jacuzzi, and hydrocolonic equipment with latex restraints for the anal douching of unruly fuckbois. Lastly was the hotel mini fridge stocked with liquor and other treats. There was no television or Internet, as he was simple and humble in this regard. T.V. was just filler, sex and love for unending hours were the real entertainment.

For just a moment he ignored the gasping pleasure-filled head vibrating outside a fake onyx horse anus as the human took his medicine from the automatic mare-making machine, going into his tiny fridge for a premade appletini to sip casually from. Even the sweet salt on the fringe of the glass was superbly reproduced to a bartender's quality. The caribou had learned well in his drink mixing classes even if he was as avowedly sober as a saint. One who would not get drunk and one who would not partake, this might bode well against the human later on if he became too unruly and needed to be plied with drinks. If alcohol made him more aggressive, at least he'd be stupid and slower; easily handled.

Lancer sat on the pointed edge of his regal love-making bed, taking light slurps from his drink as he watched with mischievous mirth at the animated fucking his human's oh so not anymore tight butt was taking, chuckling as he swirled the martini to better spread its chill more evenly around the brew while sampling the sweet fragrant vapors with his delicate soft pink fuzzy nostrils with sighs of mild joy, an occasional Flehmen reaction breaking his lips in contemplative scent study as he sampled the mist of pre vacating the gaps from around not snugly tight edges of the big unorthodox restraint tunnel.

Those smells given off by the human in his lingering moments of helpless ecstasy, they were the true essence of intoxication. Enough of those vapors, and Lancer might very well find himself with a hangover the next morning, yet oddly every bit worth it. This was the one peculiar trait that all unicorn kin shared, though it was typically the horny estrous mares that managed to hog all the male virgins. Not so, in this case! It was very fortunate that the natural laws governing his species magical behavior were so oddly specific. In other words, you could only lose your virginity through actual sex acts between two living beings and not by toys or machines. It seemed that the pure untainted soul could somehow tell the difference.

He watched in fascinated curiosity as the small Male's face was awash and bashful in the intense forced pleasure of being fucked from behind, surprisingly a bit jealous himself on an animalistic instinctual level that some lowly mechanical device had stolen his right of first mount. Rationally he knew this to be absurd, as the human's petite unworked ass could not take his rapier safely unless it sustained a good deal of aid.

Alex was very fortunate that unicum had such an effective healing property on bare flesh and wet tissues or the very act of being fucked wide open would hurt and chafe more than he’d expect. That part at least he was grateful, but he wasn’t so much amused by the unending torment his ass was enduring, and now on top of that, he was being watched by the same equine that had tricked him into being in this pathetic situation in the first place.

It must’ve been a most peculiar site, having his head poking out of a wall-horse’s butt like some scruffy-haired dildo, his facial expressions of enforced pleasure doubtlessly quite comical as he rode the thrusts like a sex-drunk whore while his ass took the most intense punishment he had never before experienced. Somehow that jaunty snow white face and long-lived clever ancestral eyes somehow made his captivity all the worse.

He tried to take in all the absurdity of the unicorn drinking out of such a comparatively tiny martini glass of some kind of green tint. It smelled of apple liquor, but that was in no way the most unusual part of this exchange. The unicorn seemed as though he were tripping balls and about to orgasm at the same time in his golden shorts from some unseen stimuli. His species couldn’t get drunk, so the boi heard, but did that mean the ivory stud was getting high off something else?

It made no small amount of strange sense when added up that the reason the human had been so specifically abducted was because he’d never known the touch of another in a sexual context. “I do so hope we are comfy, hm?” Spoke his most noble host in a way that betrayed a gross lack of composure and overall elegance, strongly confirming a quirky drunken state on such a normally fancy horse.

Comfort was an absurd state to gain while taking a rubber horsecock and looking into the red hazy eyes of a unicorn who was one hiccup attack and stagger away from being considered a drunkard. “It’s great. You should try it someday for some nice relaxation up the butt.” Alex spat in sarcasm, speech made difficult to maintain with pleasureful gasps of need like a bitch in heat as the pounding went on mercilessly in the background of their conversation.

The deceptively inebriated eyes twinkled with sharp wit as they watched the strange intruder in the room with curiosity. “I shall decline on that, but suppose I do give you a rare glimpse of something special that few furs will ever witness?” Alex could do nothing else but assume such an offer was inherently sexual in nature, but had no clue what to expect except a fat musky pink horsey cock flailing in his face like so much sweaty unicorn salami.

That was certainly what he was expecting from a gay equine of lewd and overblown size dimensions. It would have been easier to bear if the human had guessed correctly, but he hadn’t. Instead, the sex steed set down his drink on a nearby table and dispensed with his tiny tight shorts. The flaccid dropped strawberry cock and heavy balls were admittedly mouthwatering in their own dreamesque right, but those stallion goodies were not to be served up to Alex on a silver platter, at least not yet.

Much to his surprise and eternal mystifying shame, the human received a salute of a different sort that wasn’t so much expected. A blush broke across his cheeks as the unicorn hiked up his lengthy sensual donkeyish tail and grabbed lithe dainty thighs to bend himself ever gracefully over and present his soft rump to the femboy very much like an anthro mare badly wanting it. At first he wondered what was happening and what he was supposed to do to that white butt and blinking pink butthole, that looked strangely like a small wrinkled sweat-glazed doughnut. When the mythical molester backed his tushy into Alex’s face, he finally realized that he was supposed to render unto Caesar’s butt. With his tongue.

Alex let out a nervous whine as the musky heat enveloped his face with sweaty abandon, the soft satin hole puckering on his nose almost like a kiss. Naughty equine thoughts filled him. So strange for one so coy and reserved. The soft satin warmth of lightly furred skin caressed along his skin, big hot hefty pink sack dangling against his chin and throat with appreciable weight and hint of volume. He reached out his tongue tentatively, only to recoil at the intense heat that welcomed it. The unicorn’s sculpted ivory rear was almost hot to the touch, having a desert horse’s body temperature. Hot-blooded breeds, they were called, hot blood and high libidos.

He melted at such thoughts, and not from the impressive ass’s heat. If it were true, this stallion would not be done with him for quite some time! When the human had gotten more adjusted to the excessive warmth smothering his face, he risked putting out his tongue again to be greeted by a salty wild cinnamon flavor as he quested ever deeper into that wrinkled snug opening. While he was eating out unicorn ass with slowly growing enthusiasm, his nose tickled along the satin soft skin of the stallion’s undertail, the hairless flesh smooth as silk and hot as cast iron fresh out of the oven.

Although Alex could no longer see the big flaccid pink dick dangling between the equine’s legs, the balls were tight and ready to explode with seed, indicating that the horse creature was hard and ready to blow his need all over the wall. Just when he was enjoying the musky sweet flavor of unicorn anus, the sexy beast pulled away from his face with a sudden inrush of cold air that left his head cold from the unexpected loss of humid warmth and fuzz. The stud turned to face him, but he wasn’t talking to the human, but rather through the squishy butt wall itself. “I’m ready to have my fun, Naldore my sweet Buckbutt. Give this sissy slave a royal stallion sendoff!” Following the lewd command with a feminine giggle and lustful licking of his dainty pink lips.

From behind, Alex knew the order had been heard, as the machine once ferociously pounding his butt suddenly stopped. He let out a gasp that was half pleasure and unexpected sharp pain as the wide silicone flare caught on the rim of his anus as it popped free of his boi pussy with one reluctant slurping gasp of vacuuming air, a puddle of stale unicorn cum dribbling out of his wrecked ass to pool on the floor into one convenient collected mess to lick up later.

The relief he derived from the brief pause was short-lived, the femboy letting out a cute shy feminine gasp of surprise just as something even thicker and harder nudged at his hole and crammed itself deep in his ass. For all he knew, it could’ve been made of wood, but it was in fact made from a denser quality of silicone than normal. Feeling its massive length as it was slowly and gradually shoved in gave him an awe of pause, the much thicker and longer toy facing ever increasing difficulties trying to hilt in his pliable rump.

At first, his natural assumption was that this horsecock monster would soon be hooked up to the heavy duty machine for its turn to brutally breed him. He discarded that silly notion when the rigid dong continued to ever slowly impale his lithe tiny body like so much fake meat, an uncertain enigmatic pole of dildo complete with detailed wrinkles, foreskin, veins, medial ring, and lopsided muffin top glans replicated down to the most meticulous lifelike patterns to replicate the natural equine subject being worshipped. If it weren’t so cold and steely hard, it could even have been the real thing and not the unliving cock of a statuesque horse golem given life.

It had to be almost two feet long (60cm) and gifted with a draft horse’s more than adequate girth. Just as Alex was wondering if he was supposed to be taking this mighty member “ass” well, it bottomed out in him so he was able to feel the slight bumpy raise of the sheathe’s opening and hefty heavy silicone testes slapping against his buttocks like chilled ostrich eggs. Once fully hilted and stuffed on the monster horse, he expected it to withdraw halfway out and pound him mercilessly, but the supposed naughty retreat did not come.

Instead, the last thing he could expect happened when the dildo continued to push into him despite already being fully seated a few feet up his bowel. Alex was confused and worried, wondering why the caribou kept heaving and grunting to pump the dong into him even though the big balls and wide suction cup base of the toy wouldn’t allow it to go any deeper. The answer became clear as he felt his legs being unshackled from their bonds and then precariously lifted up in the air kicking in panic by the force of the dildo being relentlessly pushed against his snug sloppy ass still leaking the lordly unicorns special fluids.

He felt like a femboy shishkabob, the way it not only filled him deeply but took all of his weight off the ground to leave him a hanging slut and making him feel like a kinky carousel pony. Being carried along by a dildo on a stick was bad enough, but the reason behind the lewd penetration (and behind him, as well!) became obvious as he felt the soft body warmed silicone walls of the giant wall anus stretch and dilate for his passage, almost giving birth to him in an anal vore way if he were pretending he was a big dildo.

Head and shoulders were coming out first, his sweat from the intense exacting sexual exertions acting as more than enough lube to turn the sexy lewd gloryhole into a tight water slide. Relieved to be free of the prison of faux horse rectum, he used his freed arms to help push himself out in aid of the efforts made by the caribou shoving the dong into him from the other side like a ramrod of cock trying to clean out an anus cannon. The unicorn hornstud, meanwhile, was far too horny and entertained by the kinky pseudo macro anal spectacle playing itself out to bother offering any help to the quickly tiring sweaty human twink boi.

One last push was all that was needed to see him falling out in a drenched heap upon the plush carpet arrayed below like red grass. As a final insult, just as he was getting used to being dumped naked into a horny stranger's private bedroom, he gasped in harsh moans as the giant dildo piston pulled out of his butt in a not so gentle manner. The flared tip left his hole with an inrush of wind that made a loud pop followed by a raspy whistle coming from his ass while his hole gobbled up air to fill the empty void left behind. He found himself expelling it out through the ruined gape that had become of his hole, much to the unicorn's apparent amusement.

It took him longer than he expected or wanted to come back to his senses in enough of a relaxed state to be aware of whatever was going on. Being fucked and shoved forward through a horse butthole by a horse dildo took a great deal out of a slut! “You certainly do look parched. Would you care for some refreshment?” There was sweaty hair covering his eyes, so although he couldn't see whatever was being placed in his hands, he was nonetheless grateful for it. The full martini glass given to him was warm to the touch and emitting some kind of warmth or steam, but he didn't mind a hot beverage as long as it was some sort of liquid to hydrate what his body had already lost. Alex downed it very fast, surprised at the oddly sweet salty apple flavor flowing down his throat in such enthusiasm that he nearly choked on the volume. “Care for another?” The shapely container was taken away from him with a firm assertive hoof, something then tingling along the glass and bubbling inside in higher tones as it collected within.

Without a thought, he downed this one, as well, eternally grateful for something close at hand to drink. “Thirsty slut, aren't you? Or perhaps its the flavor you care for?” The human didn't know what that meant until he wiped his drenched bangs out of the way just as the unicorn was preparing to serve him yet another drink. There, he got the first glimpse of what he'd actually been drinking as he stared in awe and revulsion both as the equine perched the very tip of his stony hard pink cock at the rim of the martini glass and let free a manageable trickle of his own piss, the rainbow-hued liquid frothing up almost to the top by the time he had it handed back to him. “Do be ever so careful with this one, it seems liable to spill.” For that first moment, Alex didn't know what to do or think! Although he wanted to toss it away or dump it down a sink, it certainly didn't taste particularly bad or unpleasant, even if drinking horse piss was the last thing he wanted.

The awkward silence grew as he stood there holding a nearly overflowing glass of unicorn urine, and the owner of said urine waiting impatiently with taps of his hoof and tail for the femboy to down it. “Well? You seemed all for drinking it before. It tasted fine before you knew the source of all of those fresh spirits. Drink it, and we’ll continue with our merry fun. Don’t drink it, and I admit I must chastise you. Severely.” The dark brooding look in the equine’s once gay cheerful eyes carried enough threat for Alex to think twice, drinking this last salty brew and gagging on every drop in revulsion as his psyche couldn’t help but reject it. Once he finished that last homemade concoction, the stud was a stallion of his word and put the glass aside on a nightstand to be washed while he shook the last fleeting drops of piss off his raging erection and onto the carpet with careless disdain.

With that unpleasantness out of the way, he found the unicorn staring at him as if grading or measuring the femboy like a piece of juicy fuckmeat. “And now for you. I am in quite the jubilant mood to mount a mare of my like despite being unapologetically gay. Fortunately, I am well acquainted with a fantasy for pageant flair. You, slut, shall dress up all nice and pretty for me.” The human had no clue what that statement entailed until the unicorn knelt down at his bedside to pull something big out from under it which turned out to be a pink trunk. Its contents were a mystery until he clicked apart the latches and opened it with a squeak of protesting hinges.

Alex leaned over and had a peek inside while the unicorn sorted the various clutter into some semblance of order, the clothing within untidily tossed in wherever it lay in perhaps the only example of his disorder to date. At first it was difficult to make heads or tails of the garments tangled up in there, but eventually he was able to discern individual bits of garb, even if he couldn’t immediately guess their function. The stallion was pulling out each piece as he found it, putting them into one concentrated pile on the carpet, before promptly rummaging around again for something else. Eventually, a whole outfit came together out of the mess, but not one Alex was particularly keen on or would even choose for himself to wear.

When he was finally finished with his business, the unicorn closed up the trunk and shoved it back under the bed with a puff of dust, suggesting that whatever else was under there didn’t see much use, either. “Well, you gonna be a good girl for me and hold still?” It was a strange request, but as Alex was a prisoner here and had nothing better to do, he grudgingly cooperated by standing in place while the stallion took random bits out of his pile of prizes and applied them to the human’s form. First came the soft pink gloves, made out of some stretchy material such as nylon. They felt oddly cold and tingly as they covered his arms in a lilting shade of rosy pink girly enough to make even a femboy like him blush.

The gloves were followed by a corset of the same shade cinched ever so gently around his waist but not to restrict him in any way. After that, the equine offered a bicep to hold onto for balance as he lifted up each of the human’s feet in turn to slip on a long pink stocking that travelled all the way to the upper thigh, followed by high heels that ended in hoof-shaped toes that actually made hoof noises as he skittishly pranced around in them for balance. After that came the most delicate fanciful pair of fancy panties he’d ever seen. Silk crotchless briefs that had a nice wide hole in the back that would allow him to take the momentous horsecock girths without needing to slip them off. Alex blushed as he saw how the unicorn saved the best for last: a big thick carrot shaped buttplug with a nice pretty white horsetail hanging off the end almost down to ankle length. This time, he did fight against the unicorn. The stallion simply took this as a game of sissy sport and pounced him down to the floor with his massive weight to hold the femboy still while he shoved in the tail with one forceful push of his hooved paw, giving Alex a crisp couple of spanks on his bare pantied ass to punish him for the trouble.

His first steps with the high heeled hoofs were strange, the femboy as unsteady and wobbly on his feet as a newborn foal. What made the whole situation even sillier was how every awkward motion of his feet trying to find balance only caused his anal muscles to clench and contort, which also flicked the tailplug around as if he were swishing it like a real pony! Behind, the tall buff stud was chuckling in approval even as he stroked himself in a fervor of growing excitement, the sweet musky smell of copious dripping equine pre soon filled the air in a haze of powerful lustful hormones. “Whenever you’re done prancing about all pretty like, I want you on your knees worshipping this.” Alex was caught in a dilemna, knowing that if he sucked the equine off, he’d be taking it up his ass, next. Hesitation brought no better answer, as it delayed the inevitable while giving the lusty beast quite a spirited showing of his supple twinkish body.

The pretty show of hesitation continued for awhile, Alex lifting his feet in such a way that it caused the long fancy tail to swish with each of his movements almost in a flair of marish pride. The unicorn surprised him with unusual patience, but then again, such long-lived species thrived as much on anticipation as the sexual acts themselves. “You silly thing. Just wait until I have you suckling my rod like a carrot out of my hand. Then we shall see who is the true master of this situation.” The human did his best to put on a show, hoping that he could delay the inevitable long enough for the unicorn to possibly pass out. The white equine seemed intoxicated enough, by the peculiar look of him, unless those dull eyes and rosy cheeks were indications of some other disability.

It was a big pink dick and he was certainly afraid of its size and length initially, especially after he witnessed its full filling potential come to life. Should he have been afraid? He’d just rode a dildo nearly just as big at a pace that was more unnatural than anything living could hope to imitate. Maybe if he just relaxed as much as he could, it wouldn’t be so bad. Once he decided on what he could safely handle and give into it, his fate was sealed. He pranced over to the king of the glade and with great difficulty from his high heels, managed to submit himself to the stallion on his knees, a mere foot away from the leaky spire of glory as it radiated its tingly heat outwards several inches right into his awestruck face.

His first instinct of equine devotion was to grasp onto the meaty hot pole, but he abstained from such crassness. As a submissive slut, he had no right to simply reach out and touch it even if he was so inclined: he hadn’t been given permission to do so by his horned alabaster god. “Why do you stop?” The studly beast stared down at him most casually, stroking his chin thoughtfully while wagging his tail in mild amusement. “Is this not everything you ever asked for? You come into the club seeking something special, and here it is offered to you for free like an all you can hump buffet.” The lilting feminine giggle that followed the jest was as much playful as merry, as lewd as lustful.

It was strong like a magnet, the force it had on Alex as he desperately wanted nothing better than to taste it, to have it in his mouth, to have the pre and horsecum gushing down his tight tiny throat like so much hot salty thick soup. Yet as tempted as he was, to touch was forbidden. At least, until the unicorn allowed him to. It seemed one of those games that a master might play with his pet, a test of power, dominance, and patience. The human was quickly losing control over his baser instincts and so badly wanted to touch the stony cock even with jut a finger, but he knew he would quickly give into temptation and have the tip in his mouth before the stallion could even blink.

The large elegant male was either very oblivious or very clever not to point out the obvious reason why Alex wasn’t quite so forthcoming in playing with his breeding equipment. “Is this not everything you wished for?” A cruel jab of the tongue in a stretching respectful silence of worship. He could do nought but stare at the symbol of his devotion while awaiting his hoofed god to be appeased. His attention was so caught up on the throbbing meat before him and the mesmerizing show of pulsing pink veins that he didn’t notice the paw reaching out to caress the top of his head, the sissy trembling and looking up in surprise at the serenely smiling equine and his lust-drunk red tinged eyes. “Go on, little slut. Service master to your hearts’ content.” Alex blushed, both humiliated and yet left wanting for what was being offered before him like a drippy treat stick.

He put his tongue forth haltingly in a coy attempt to savor the holy relic sprung up before him like a fountain of glistening honeyed flesh. His bold action was chastised by unnatural heat that nearly burned, causing him to draw back at first as a vein danced on his tonguetip. With a better sense of caution, his mouth quested forth once more, sensitive face taking the blast of equine heat wafting off the shaft and squirming bouncy nuts full on almost as a testament of will to prove his devotion to the stallion breeding god.

The monolith of horse was gigantic, towering over his knelt form and standing proud with a taunting musk that wafted into his face at every second. Alex closed his eyes and took the plunge, planting his lips against the soft hot wrinkled satin to kiss at the pillar of his dreams. The light kiss turned into a hungry suckling and whirlwind of licking and slobbering all over the slab of horsemeat as he lost himself in the chaos of lust and gave into his most basest urges, much to the unicorns’ giggly amusement. The voracious hunger overcame him, got the better of his gentler more polite sensibilities as he slurped his way up and down the shaft like a giant lollipop while his gloved hands stroked the loose length of foreskin along like a pink veil, the folds wrapping around either side of his pumping fists depending on which direction they were travelling in the frantic jerking motion of wild cock.

He was even so lost in this flurry of activity that he failed to notice a certain mute imposing caribou maleservant sneaking into the private pleasure chamber, at least not until he felt the heat from behind and caught the scent of wild musk in the air mingling with the spicier more pleasant dainty smell of the unicorn. Since he had an important job to do pleasing his hornlord, Alex put the presence out of mind and focused on the fleshy bounty before him. his paws continued to explore every trace of the pink velvet curtains and stiff spongy core of hardness beneath, slapping it around playfully as his tongue delved into the pit of the urethra and sucked out every spec of pre pooling within like a slut vacuum.

One of the main reasons he chose to ignore the stag in his haze of lustful devotion to dick was that he’d been plugged by a rather large thick carrot pony tail, and didn’t think anything would possibly go wrong in that department. It turned out he was quite wrong as the unicorn pointed at the obedient buck and issued a command. “Pop open the mare and give her a good tongue bath. Wouldn’t want the slut to be too dry for my big noble rod.” Behind, the bulky presence shifted in a gesture as if to bow respectfully to his lord, a warm furry hand caressing along the delicate pink flesh of his rounded lingerie-shrouded human proffered butt to reach some thick fingers around the thick bristles of the fake horsetail. Alex braced himself and tried to relax for what was sure to follow, groaning and gasping as his anal muscles strained to keep the naughty toy in while the pressure slowly increased. He let out a harsh gasp and slumped helplessly over into the equine’s awaiting lap as the wide heavy plug was liberated from his butt, the sexy elegant creature patting his head as the femboy breathed in lungfuls of the sweet spicy sweat-laced musk fuming around the unicorn’s crotch.

First hot breath tickled against his sore widened anus, and then a slimy wet cervine nose as the buck servant seemed to thoroughly enjoy performing his task, obviously making his sexual proclivities a display for all to see. The human even noticed that his pointy red cock was already jutting from the sheathe like a pink dagger dripping trickles of dew onto the floor, despite the fact that he’d never get to use it until the unicorn claimed his rightful honor to the first poke and ruined that ass around his wide throbbing flared shaft of horsemeat.

Alex found himself shivering as wet heat entered his slight gape with something slimy swirling around the opening of his rear hole, a slight rubbing scrape of antler against the human’s buttocks as the caribou went to work on him. It felt so dirty to have that long cervine deep inside him, yet so very good. A guilty pleasure of mingling flesh that left him helpless into jellied submission. He was lost in the passion wanting more, craving a deeper satiation within that the wet slimy muzzle poking around his buns was only too happy to grant.

Just when he’d become subby putty in the deerlord’s hands, the taste testing ceased as that teasing tongue slipped back into its sweltering humid cave as though nothing had taken place. Initially he was disappointed, but the lashing of his rim was only a prelude to something more intense and wild as the caribou stood up and kept himself at a respectful distance to signal that his job had been completed, bowing with servile grace even as his pointed cock seemed to somehow ruin the elegance of the moment, or perhaps, enhanced it depending on what fur you asked.

The unicorn was ever patient as was his creed, but given the new developments, he was also quite pleased. Alex found the foreplay pointless preparation to ready him for the main event, but it wasn’t to lube or physically stretch him out anymore, as the machine had already performed that task flawlessly. Rather, he got the gist that it was all about warming him up to the proposition of sex with such a massive jutting horsecock, as it would be a fair bit hotter than a simple buck’s tongue. That heat, the simple taste made him want even more of it even if it was doubtful his tiny human ass could handle it. There really was no explanation for his yearning except to describe it as male heat: he felt like a female animal that needed to be fucked very badly and very quickly. The lust was maddening, but perhaps it was the cocktail of hormones from the unicorn cum that had been pumped up his butt only a scant hour or so before.

No dildo could quench that internal heat quite like a meaty filling cock and the rivers of juice it was sure to spew into his depths like many honeyed rivers. “Open your eyes now, sweety.” The authoritative lilting feminine chuckle that came from above jilted Alex out of his daydream, the human noticing that he’d been snuggling the big bright pink spire of unicorn meat like a plushy. He unwrapped himself around from it long enough to think straight, although it proved very difficult to stay lucid and sober around the sugary cinnamon-smelling musk exuding from a lithe dancer crotch.

Certainly not bored or in any hurry, every moment of confused worship a hallmark of entertainment for the equine who seemed to think of the human as some shy squeaky pet. “Take your time. I will certainly take mine.” It was a pleasant whisper followed by the licking of lips, though Alex learned the intent and blushed, knowing that he was going to get bred proper and slow. None of that jubilant energetic prey sex where wild animals had to finish the deed in mere moments. This promised for something different, special, prolonged in eternity.

Although Alex had never played with a horsecock before, he could already tell that this obelisk of hot drippy meat was probably the cleanest one he’d ever see, being that it didn’t have a spot of dirt or foul odour out of place; it was perfect like a dick lollipop that he could just wrap his lips around and suck the juices off of for days. “Ahm, when you are ready, you can lay halfway across the bed with your tushy hanging off edge. You can even grab one of those pink heart pillows to cuddle against while I mount you if you so desire.” His honeyed voice was surprisingly cultured and fragrant, every word like a drop of sweet dew. Despite the lewd nature of the conversation, Alex found himself hang on every word as though it were Elizabethan poetry.

He wasn’t drunk, but the way he seemed to slither off that yummy lap onto the floor seemed to indicate otherwise, Alex’s cheeks burning brightly red with delirious shame as he crawled up onto the rounded crescent of the bed’s edge to offer himself up, reaching out to scoop a satin pillow up beneath his chin as the draft in the room tickled his still wet rim with daggers of cold. Then a heavy presence lifted off the bed like magic, the springs creaking and bouncing beneath, the damp cold between his offered buttocks replaced by immense heat as that same presence found itself pushed against his skin like molten silver covered in a light layer of wispy fur.

For just a brief moment that gave flight to fantasy, the heat of the mystical equine body melting into his own caused the human to shiver in humble anticipation, putting thoughts of fancy and wonder into his head as to why he’d been chosen as the equine’s virgin sacrifice in the first place. “Remember this moment always. The way I break you and mold you to be my slave.” Hot breath graced against his neck with the delicate polite words of carnal meaning, a visible shiver trembling down his spine and the tips of his hair like electricity. The unicorn was so right, as he couldn’t imagine any moment freed from that sweltering body heat or the teasing play of that dainty mouth nibbling along his shoulder with a fervent slathering of tongue as if the human were a morsel to slurp up.

While the unicorn still leaned over his top half to offer lewd praise, the bottom was pulling away and gave Alex the best hint possible that he was about to be impaled by a shaft the size of his own fist and forearm to the elbow at the very least. “Here comes the moment of your submission. You are now unmaled before thine eyes, worthy only to be my mare.” True to the unicorn’s promise, the hot throbbing glans almost three inches wide now found itself nudging between his buttocks like a wedge one might use to split wood with a hammer, the wide head finding the gaping opening of the girly crotchless seethrough panties almost too easily. The interplay of power was intoxicating enough to leave him breathless into the next moment, wondering what next depraved venture might follow.

The flared head found a difficult time of entering him at first, mostly because his anus had tightened back up since he’d been worked on by the machine in the dungeon, but he wasn’t tight enough that a little bit more effort and forceful power behind those glistening ivory loins might see the deed accomplished, anyway. Just when the poor human buttslut didn’t think it would fit and find its way inside his center, it did. A violent painful pop of rigid flesh forced its way through his two snug anal rings like the top of a Portobello mushroom being pushed through the eye of a needle. He let out a squeaky gasp of surprise as it speared deeply into him with one slow but powerful slithering motion of shoving equine thighs.

From previous experience fingering and playing with himself, he knew the inside of his hole and rectum were very slippery and squishy when wet like rubber or balloons being pressed against one another in such a tight space, so it surely must’ve been a pleasant surprise for Mr. Unicorn, who surely had looser openings claimed under his belt. With nearly a foot of horse jammed up his body, emanating heat like a red hot branding iron, it was almost too much to process in his feeble sanity all at once, and this wasn’t even half of the equine’s overall length.

Having his ass protesting with aching soreness and threatening to break apart at any second under the pressure of fullness pushing outward against his struggling innards, Alex tried to force his overactive mind and body screaming with dull growing pain to relax, knowing there was no other choice left to him. “Stop! You’re gonna break me.” He squealed out with a muted whimper and feeble thrashing even as all of that throbbing dickmeat seemed on the verge of resuming its sanctified stallion duty of satiating his deepest desires one hot slimy precum-covered inch at a time.

He had an unexpected moan forced out of him when another inch surged up his butt with a lewd wet slurp, stopping itself on the medial ring now tickling against his crevice and the outside of his pucker. Once that second hangup was taken care of, there wouldn’t be any stopping what followed next, although the unicorn seemed not to be in any hurry to bury the whole length as an excited horse might. “Are you ready to take the plunge? I want to break the rest of you in before I creampie this boipussy.” Alex gave it a few minutes, calming his muscles and heart rate in an attempt to distance himself from the initial screaming pain of his bowels being stretched impossibly wide like taut bowstrings to accommodate almost four inches of girth in diameter.

Not ready, not in the slightest, but the deep-seated ache in his intestines did slowly ebb like a tide and fade into a bearable background noise on his senses that could be ignored. The dull pain that followed was a constant pressure on his nerves but it wasn’t so much of a bad distraction that could keep him from enjoying the nice sensation of fullness stretching him out and crushing itself against his pitifully tiny prostate like the biggest longest buttplug he’d ever taken, and the show had only just begun. Even so, he hissed through his teeth with a further admission of consent to be taken the rest of the way by hot juicy horsemeat. Compared to the earlier impalement that had proceeded it, the medial ring scraping its way through his pucker like a second flare on a glans had turned this whole fulfillment into pure indubitable equine heaven.

The unicorn knew he had the sissy right where he wanted him, then, the human slut’s rounded pantied bubble butt worked over like lacy putty in his hooves. It happened so gradually that he could feel as the one large rib on the shaft passed through one sphincter and then the other until it was inside him to join the rest of the shaft on its way up his tunnel. Then without warning, everything stopped and the rabid horsemeat found itself popping free of his asshole with a juicy noise and a gush of pre that felt like a river going down the backs of his thighs like warmed caramel. The reason for the unexpected delay made itself clear as the unicorn lifted Alex up bodily by his left shoulder and stuffed a couple large pillows beneath his belly that helped lift his ass up in the air for a better breeding angle.

The unicorn stood aside, admiring his work with a licking of his lips and a lecherous grin as he stroked his hard jutting meat. “Looks delicious. Now, don’t you move from that spot. Just sit there, relax, and pretend that this sexy hornstud is going to give you a very special deep tissue massage~.” Despite his blushing nervousness, Alex was very anxious to continue the fucking and even assumed that penetration would go on gently like it had before. The unicorn, having claimed said hole without issue once already, saw no need for such exaggerated gentleness. The mythical stallion let out a graceful cry of warning like a French Horn, shoving his entire shaft into the boibutt with no sense of patience or mercy, savoring every rapid inch entering the hot tight hole like it was heaven visited on his cock.

It took every ounce of his self-control not to jump off at the sudden sting of the cock impaling him balls deep like a hot meat rocket or thrash about from the unexpected pain of it. Just barely, he managed to lay there with his tush in the air with little muffled whines of protest even as the big white steed teased him for his recalcitrance. “Silly mare. Tsk tsk. You can’t choose how or when a stallion enters you. Once you open up your pussy for business, it belongs to me.” True to his oath, the equine slowly yanked his dick almost free with a wet slurp until Alex could feel the flared crown of the glans pulling against the inside of his anus like a slimy spongy cork threatening to pop free.

Just when he thought he’d get devirginized wide open by another violent exit, the pressure relented and the thighs slid the monster member back into place like a well oiled piston on a fuck engine. Since he’d been hollowed out and most of the pain was already fading away into the background of his senses, the human found himself able to notice other strange details about being fucked by such a well-endowed equidae. There was the wildly sweet saccharin cinnamon smell wafting off his humid sweaty fur, the puffs of terse breath into an otherwise silent hallowed temple of a room, and now the promised massage of his innards as Alex found himself getting rocked back and forth by the pounding cock like a lustful lullaby. He could even almost fall asleep and count the ticks of the clock to the bumps of the cock.

The only thing that disturbed the blissful bouncing were the hot syrupy gushes of pre oozing out of his gaping butthole like warmed dribbles of mineral oil. The backs of his legs were immediately sticky and clammy with marinating warm dampness as the stallion juices congealed all over his delicate pinkish skin into a waxy buildup as it pooled on the floor. The way Alex had his butt lifted up by the pillow left him so high off the carpet that he could only feel the gooey puddle of pre with the tips of his fake high heel hooved toes. He’d been essentially swept off his feet by a stallion in one of the most compromising doggy-style positions he could imagine, and something about the complete submission and surrender made him cream his panties and wet his panties like a sissy boi that much more. He felt like a dirty mare being taken without mercy, and perhaps this was an intentional effect of further humiliation. Mind games with such large dominant males proved especially effective on their girly human prey.

Although he was dealing with the jackhammering horsepower of a spongy pulsing shaft ramming in and out of his depths like a relentless locomotive fuck machine, he found that if he tightened his muscles around the pole, it arrested the motion down just enough for the slowdown to be noticeable, but the unicorn hardly seemed to care as he powered on through the interruptions like a mare breeding automaton with one single-minded goal to spend the treasures of his loins. At times it proved almost too intoxicating for his mind to process what he was doing right now. Him, a simple effeminate human, with nearly two feet of floppy horsecock jammed deeply up his butt like a slimy tube of salami. The fact that this was happening was what made it so difficult to accept, considering his previous limitations. That stale unicorn spoo must’ve worked some serious magic into his bowels!

What he probably didn’t realize was that this was also the ideal position for taking such a big cock, as it helped distend the colon quite a bit. Without the force of gravity bearing down on his innards, his body was that much more free to stretch before the unrelenting mass of horseflesh shoving itself in. Yet, there was nothing that could quite prepare him for the one last distressing proof of what he was doing, Alex reaching one delicate hand down to feel the undeniably solid bulge scraping along the inside of his belly just below the navel as though he were pregnant and had something kicking in there. The only reason he wasn’t more worried by it than someone else might was due to the lack of pain. It felt funny to be so well impaled by a lengthy telephone pole cock, but it didn’t hurt, and that was the most telling aspect of this whole experience.

A snort to the side caught his attention, Alex turning his tired gaze on the caribou standing off to the side and stroking his pink dagger with feverish devotion as though polishing the head of a spear to a sloppy glossy sheen. If the buck had a chance at poking him, the human wondered if he’d even be able to feel it, given how thoroughly he’d been wrecked by the biggest dick he’d ever taken. Already he felt jumbled and mixed asunder beneath those thundering thighs, and the main event hadn’t even yet arrived. There was a more copious flood of pre and a louder series of blustery gusts from heated pink nares like an old steam train, but aside from those increases, there were no other telling signs that the sexy beast was about to blow his magical load.

True to his word, this session seemed to go on as a sort of sexual therapy of sorts, the stud even placing hot hands down across his back and working the stiff muscles and spine while pounding into that bubbly willing butt without mercy or pause. Alex could almost fall into the rhythm, wet slippery one pound balls heavy with seed smacking his offered buttocks like hot stones in a pouch. He could almost certainly fall asleep from the constant rocking motion if it weren’t so arousing and left him so hard with this undeniable stub of an erection jammed not so politely into the soft shifting goose feathers of his fancy harem cushion.

Very soon however, the choice seemed to be taken out of the unicorn’s very capable paws as Alex found himself getting fucked over the edge of an abyss of lust, slowly becoming a horny animal as his fingers clawed at the bedspread and snagged into it with a desperate deathgrip of passion. He wasn’t feminine enough to come into true heat, though it certainly felt as close to it as a slut with a penis and a hungry butt could get. His begging started out low in his throat at first, somewhat like a grumble or out of breath moan, but slowly worked itself up into a screeching frenzy as he found himself crying out with squeaky sounds that almost sounded like whinnies to his own ears. Sounding like a mare in his time of most dire lustful need didn’t much surprise him, not when he craved every horse’s dick in sight like it were cock cocaine.

A tingle travelled up and down his spine, leaving his hairs on end when he lost all dignity and resorted to pleading like a bitch, a mixture of wanting and random equine noises flicking off the tongue almost effortlessly. All of that came to a halt once he said the magic words. Everything stopped, even the reliable hot organ within as a mischievous grin spread across that sweaty huffing angelic equine face, horn glittering with a rainbow halo just above his forelock. “Please, fuck me harder.” The boi squeaked out, humping himself desperately against the fancy pillow to achieve any sort of release, even as he bounced frantically against the horsecock holding stock still within him like he were a mannequin on a pole that had gotten tumbled over, legs thrashing like a frog as he sought to continue the raunchy ramming action.

Much to his surprise, the unicorn was not quick to heed his request, leaving the anxious willful human to do all of the work of fucking himself as he watched from above like an aloof lord from on high. “I do not think you are devout enough to ride me at my most intense pace. It doesn’t seem you are begging for me loud enough.” The large ivory male teased, licking his lips with a flick of his tail even as he pulled half of his erect scepter out of that demanding plump butt just so he could have room to reach in and grope both firm silken clad cheeks in his paws and give them a good pinching like a feral stallion might leave tenderizing love bites all over the presented hindquarters of a mare to get her juices flowing all the more, even snapping the elastic bands of the panties against his delicate skin. For Alex, this tactic worked only too well as he moaned and wiggled to the abuse, not daring to pull the rest of the way off that delicious twelve inches of cock and lose what wonderful sensation he DID have down there.

His buns were sore all over by the time the stud got done with him, only ceasing the molesting grabs once every inch of skin was made pink and red from the sexy marinating squeezes. The only reason Alex had his face buried in the bedspread was to hide the shame radiating around his boyish cheeks like a made up doll, powerful trembles rocking his body as his curious butthole squeezed and gripped playfully around the buried pole like an eager mare’s sex winking along the throbbing wet meat smothered by sloppy warmth within. “A dirty girl, to be sure, but I do not think you have quite earned my full attention, as of yet.” The more astounding thing was the equine’s casual indifferent attitude, as he didn’t seem particularly interested in fucking the boi or not. It was probably all an act of control and dominance, as most stallions were either good for breeding a whole herd of mares in a hurry with no hangups, or teasing them with relentless cruelty to gauge their readiness to mate. Alex knew this stud was in the latter category, as he was more interested in asserting his power over the sissy and showing off who was the boss rather than pounding him silly like another stallion with more balls and brains might be given to do.

Unicorns were the whole package it seemed, patience giving them an edge in sex that a typical hot-blooded horsey just couldn’t compete with. Whereas most equines would eventually lose control over their libido and pound the mare into submission regardless of their level of humiliation, this hornstud wanted to see Alex reduced to his most humble fuckable level possible before proceeding with the lovemaking adventure. The human didn’t know how much more he could prostrate himself than he was already, feeling as if he’d reached the limits of his helplessness and overall willingness to be fucked like a fake pussy collection sleeve just to contain his exalted molten seed. He felt absolutely pathetic and unworthy, wiggling on the fullness of that burning cock like little more than a worm hooked by its glory.

Every minute of hesitation on the equine’s end compounded his submission that much further until he found himself feeling like little more than a toy to the horned fuckbeast. “Please use me. I am nothing but a tunnel to be bred by your tool.” Alex moaned, losing all sense of composure with every further moment enthralled into the toasty trance of being filled by the most immense presence that he’d ever felt in his ass, and this was only half of it staying completely still. Being cruelly teased on the precipice of those loins, his mind was emptied of everything else inconsequential to sex while his body craved with addictive urges wanting to be filled by something else.

Each second wasted left Alex on edge, perhaps the worst part was how deeply he’d become indebted to the only one that could truly satisfy that craving to be filled by cock. Even as rivers of juicy pre continued to squish out of his peach-like cheeks like fruit cocktail syrup, the phallus buried within didn’t budge an inch even despite his fanatical wiggling to impale himself on it, the unicorn simply meeting each of his frantic riding motions with movements of his own that negated the human boi’s desperation at every turn. He was in the other male’s power and only one thing could grant him what he wished. He gave into his heat and stood absolutely still like a sex doll, allowing the unicorn to practice whatever method of stallion sodomy he desired on a deflated sack of mushy surrender.

The unicorn seemed to enjoy this moment with great delight and a big smile, grabbing hold of the boi’s hips to better hammer the point home with one thrust of vigor. Alex let out a hollow gasp as though the entry of the rest of the cock had deflated him, his ass nearly bursting at the seams from the hot organ sliding into place like he were a sock puppet or dick glove. Two feet of meat and enough of a bulge poking out of his belly that he could feel it tickling just beneath the skin around his navel. It wasn’t quite long enough for him to feel it at the back of his throat, but it sure felt that way as the jittery erection plumbed into depths he didn’t even know he had.

Thanks to the machine loosening him up, albeit with a thinner dildo than this floppy monstrosity, he was more than up to the task of gobbling it up to the hilt just as miraculously as before, the only factor left in the telling was speed and if he’d have the stamina to endure its gaited advances. “You aren’t a true mare, but all the same, we are going for a ride.” That was all the warning he got, but to be fair, there was no signal or preparation to be undertaken which could steady his resolve for this. Before he’d even take his first breath after being so brutally filled by balls deep horsemeat, the tube of cock rapidly pulled out more than halfway so he could feel the flared tip scraping around in the more sensitive domain of his rectum like a circular squeegee, only for those strong heavenly thighs to pound themselves up against his not so virgin squishy butt with a jiggling impact, slamming the big dick back up high into his colon like an equine enema.

The initial first “playful” thrust was so jarring and came from nowhere, leaving Alex to wonder if he was going to die from the unexpected soreness travelling up his slick tract as the cock went up along his insides like a squishy wrinkled balloon. He had to breath in short gasps, thrown all about on the bed like he was experiencing an earthquake as the horsecock pulled out again and slammed right back in just as hastily with one clean burying motion and a slapping of wide horsey hips against his tight toned pantied buttcheeks like a light spank. Once the unicorn got the rhythm down, it felt like a repeat of the machining, albeit a much slower hotter variation on that experience.

The stallion pounded him relentless, but still held back some of his speed to show his undeniable control and mastery of the situation, sometimes slowing down or speeding up the pace of his pounding as he saw fit based on the voluntary contractions of the ass below him reacting almost instinctually to being plowed like a scantily clad sissified filly bitch. Surely the equine had some of this planned out in advance, having the human-sized pony play equipment and crotchless lingerie that would leave him utterly adorable and effeminate, but also completely helpless to stave off the advances of cock at the same time thanks to that big hole in the back perfectly lined up with his wrinkled pucker.

He wanted to reach down beneath himself and play with the lacy underwear-covered mound tenting in his girly nickers with dainty gloved paws, but he didn’t quite dare for fear of insulting his host, who seemed very much in the middle of a gay ol’ time pounding his buns into a nice rosy pink shade from repeated smacks of animated spanking thighs. Good sluts didn’t play with themselves, so if he wanted the hornstud to complete his holy work as a mare breaker, he had to sit still and take it like a good bitchboi despite being almost painfully hard and leaking what felt like a lake of pre into the cushion while soaking his lacy undies all over in the front like a wet sissy contest.

It almost felt as though the unicorn was playing him skillfully in his paws like an instrument, his cock a bow sawing in and out of Alex’s butt in rapid inspired motion as though he were a sissy cello. Every nuance of motion calculated to make the human feel a different sensation of pleasure, each coming together in one emotionally sexual symphony. With the speed and the quickening motion of wide groping paws came an orchestral tune of a different sort as he felt those big bouncy balls drawn up tight and ready to release. The majestic finale was on its way and sure to invigorate with a vibrant climax. Alex rode the teasing waves, the stallion always managing to keep himself on edge and slacken his pace at the right moment when it mattered to prolong the inevitable. The unicorn could orgasm at any second, yet chose to delay for further entertainment.

The lingering orgasm just out of reach was just yet another such degrading expectation. He was being teased, but didn’t know how to process it. Was it because he didn’t deserve the cum, or was it because the equine wanted to be a bastard to taunt him further? Maybe it was a mix of the two, but he was fucked in either case; both physically and emotionally. His sore ass was protesting even despite the minor anesthetic magical qualities of the pre trying to sooth his bowels like a sweet clear goopy elixir.

As always, the stagservant stood patiently like a statue, paw flicking up and down on his erection occasionally as some mild motion to show he was alive. The silent servile buck seemed calm and steadfast only because it was expected of him, given who employed him. Aside from the casual masturbation, the only other thing Alex could see were the scarce winces and lifts of his cottontail, indicating that his rump had frequently borne the abuse that the human was now engaged in. it wouldn’t surprise him if thoughts of jealously had occurred to the caribou, even though it wasn’t his place to decide where his master’s cock ended up.

Before he knew what was going on, the unicorn simply grabbed him by his hoof boots and fucked him like a wheelbarrow, driving that magnificent pole into the sloppy hole as deep as he could with hard snorts from his nares with every tiring thrust. “Time to finish this. Once I put my gift in you, you’ll never find yourself slaked by a non-equine cock ever again.” The strange oath was both intimidating and arousing; a prophesy that he’d left so ruined and stretchy down there that nothing else could come close to pleasing his new boundaries. An already fast gait of two thrusts a second was intensified into a maelstrom of fucking and wet slaps against his ass that could bruise the juicy cheeks.

He didn’t know what to expect from a horse, much less a unicorn, so having one use him as a cumdump was every bit a surprise. The harsh hilted shove of meat crammed deep up his reaches followed thick strong jets of hot silver spraying out were almost too much to handle, scalding him from the inside even while filling up his belly with the rich steamy cream along with the unexpected ballooning of the equine flare now almost twice as big as before and very noticeable as it moved up and down his colon with every little motion of the equine’s pelvis. The only good thing about the unistallion’s orgasm was that the cum healed whatever damage was caused by the unbearably wide flare almost instantaneously. True to the unicorn’s word, the flared glans as big as a horse’s fist was scraping him wide apart, creating little fissures that the cum turned into scar tissue that would be elastic enough to give way. A process of anal stretching that took years was done in a matter of a minute.

As the horsecock seemed to dance around him in small trembling increments, the unicorn stood placidly above, neither tired or winded from the ordeal and seemed ready to go again. Only one of them, though, as Alex was very much exhausted and couldn’t do what he’d done for an encore. He was healed and unharmed, but the sex and the healing had sapped his own energies like nothing else of this world. Next time they shared a moment of lyrical lovemaking, he would be ready, might even be ready for several bouts, but this was not the moment to prolong such sentiments when the flesh was no longer willing, threatening to betray him with heavy labored sleep. The unicorn could see the writing on the wall, too, savoring the last moment of the coupling.

When the stallion severed the link, this too was quite the surprise as the cantaloupe-sized flare popped out like a slimy cork covered in coconut pudding, leaving the human gushing like a busted dam as his asshole had been ruined and there was no seal left to keep all of those priceless juices from vacating his hole like so much thickened coffee creamer. He let out a moan as his bowels strained to rid him of the massive load of unicum deposited deep up his bowels like stallion jelly. It took a few moments for every loose trace of the stallion’s gooey treasure to empty out onto the carpet like steamy soup, but once the flow had ceased enough for his anus to begin closing up on its own, the unicorn thoughtlessly picked up the discarded equine tailplug matted in globs of cum and shoved it back up into Alex where it belonged, giving the human a pat on the head while he gave a moaning gasp to the unexpected intrusion before collapsing his spent form in a weary sagging lump into his own evacuated mess.

He was far too tired to open his eyes and see what was going on, but cinnamon-scented arms wrapped around his helpless form like a rescued maiden and laid him on the soft bouncy warm surface of the bed. Alex was too far gone to protest or feel any sense of modesty over getting cum all over the unicorn’s nice bed, going with the kind gesture as he let the sleep take him even as two hot heavy presences got under the covers with him in the middle; a unicorn behind him, a caribou in front. The two shared a deep wet passionate sloppy muzzle kiss just above his ears as a tall slimy horsecock humped along his corseted back like it were a phallical slip n’ slide. Again, he was far too tired to even really notice, protest, or get aroused at the sensation of a big slab of fuckmeat using his back to generate pleasure.

It was only the first day of his breaking, as for Alex, the adventure in the unicorn’s hallowed bedchamber had only begun. As he fell into calm restful dreams, he wondered what the coming days would bring. Gay leather dom horse orgies with him as a mare in the middle to be fucked like some sissy piece of meat? He had no idea what the future saw for him, only that it would involve a lot of horses in a lot of positions. The good permanent stretching the unicorn had given him would certainly guarantee that. So ended just another night at Mason’s Muscle Bar, where the sex was always free, whether you wanted it or not.