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Warning: Don't read this story if you're underage or don't like the themes involved in this story. Jumps in time are marked with four asterisks (****).

A downpour of rain drenched the streets, slickening the sidewalks and roads. A lithe white wolf stumbled drunkenly down the sidewalk. Standing just over five feet tall, his frame was normal for the size. The water soaked both his coat of fur and the coat draped over his shoulders, almost two times too big for him. The rain managed to hide the tears streaming from the wolf's shining gold eyes.

Reaching a darkened alleyway, he lurched into it, puking after a few steps. Another few seconds and he collapsed against a green dumpster, the back of his spine and head thudding dully against it.

In a stupor, his paws gripped around his body until he pulled a bag of small pills from the inside of the coat pocket. Flicking his fur from his eyes, he unzipped the bag and leaned his head back, emptying a majority of the various painkillers that he'd stolen from his pharmacy into his stomach.

"Take away this hurt..." he mumbled softly, his vision starting to shake and become more and more uneven. "Kill me if that's what it takes..."

The wolf's body began to convulse, twitching uncontrollably as his eyes started to roll back into his head as he faded into darkness.

****

"I hope he's happy to see me," Demetri said as he shook his white fur dry upon entering the lowest floor of his apartment complex. "I worked my ass off to get off an hour early today."

Quickly checking the mailbox for anything, Demetri made his way over to the doorway to the stairs, his ears and nose picking up something unusual coming from higher above.

The sounds of ecstasy and music radiated from a floor above as Demetri climbed the stairs in the stairwell to his apartment on the fourth floor. Upon first hearing it, he assumed it was the neighbors, as they were a normally boisterous fox couple, which normally could be heard on the bottom floor of the building without much of a challenge.

There was only one problem with this idea: their neighbors were off on vacation in the Bahamas. That only left one occupied apartment on the floor: his and his mate Jeff's. Jeff could very easily be watching some porn; he didn't discriminate between any kind of porn, hetero or homosexual.

Stepping onto the landing on his floor, Demetri could smell something was awry. In addition to the scent of his mate, there was a second scent, one that was unfamiliar and rather foreign to him. He got to his apartment doorway and grabbed to knob and his keys to unlock it, only to find out that the door was already unlocked.

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A crack of lightning jolted Demetri, his eyes snapping open as he looked around in a haze. The rain continued to fall around him, though a new scent tickled his nostrils. A hint of sulfur tinted the air, barely discernable even with his enhanced nose.

The strange smell slowly brought Demetri's mind back into complete lucidity. Attempting to stand, he found that he could barely move his body, despite his brain working normally. A sight caused him to turn his gaze deeper into the alley, where the shadows covered most of everything.

The shadows themselves started to move oddly. A clomping of a pair of hooves could be heard over the rain and a figure began to emerge from the shadows. A black mist seemed to peel away from the large creature as it became visible. Standing almost seven feet tall, Demetri beheld a large white horse, dressed to the nines in an expensive black suit, a cigarette burning in his hand.

Regally it stood in the alley, his suit and coat seemingly immune to the water as the rain simply disappeared as it touched him. The horse took a long drag on the cigarette and tossed it to the pavement and stamping it out, causing the sulfur smell to dissipate as quickly as it appeared. It let out a long sigh and walked closer to Demetri, stopping before him and turning to look down at him.

"Well, look here," it spoke, now obviously a male as it spoke with a deep, almost seductive voice. "Another poor, lost soul."

The horse squatted down in front of Demetri, a soft smile on his face as he stared deep into the wolf's eyes. He reached out with a hand and gently rubbed the side of Demetri's face, a fatherly aura coming from the horse, calming Demetri.

Demetri's eyes broke their lock with the horse's and he gave the horse a look over. The horse still remained untouched by the rain; his black, and obviously expensive, suit and pants had been pressed perfectly and probably made to fit. The white undershirt contrasted the black suit but melted in perfectly to the milky white coat of the horse's. A deep red tie completed the outfit, a black crown shaped image imprinted on the end of the tie.

Finally Demetri's eyes made their way along the arm of the alluring creature to his hand. Strange cufflinks adorned both of the sleeves of the jackets. A single circle sat in the middle of the design, with three curved lines coming out of it with an equal distance from each one. Each line was a different color, one of black, one of the same deep red his tie was, and one of white. Those three colors were also predominating in the circle it seems. Each color had its own circle in the primary one; it appeared as though the design was created by a trio of sixes sharing a common bond in the circle.

"Who the hell is this?" Demetri thought as he continued to examine the equine.

"Me? I am no one of any consequence in this world," the horse chuckled, seeming to hear Demetri's thoughts. "However, for you, I can be your redeemer. You're in a lot of pain, young soul; I can see that written on your face. What I offer you is a chance of rid yourself of pain and suffering. That is what you called for, correct?"

"Yes..." Demetri meekly said, his face beginning to nuzzle against the horse's touch. "I'd give anything to be free."

"Good, good," the horse said, smiling his smile again. "All that is required is that you spend the night here with my associates, and you will come to my side in a place without pain. By staying here, you agree to my bargain."

"Anything, sir," Demetri said, averting his gaze from powerful eyes of the horse.

"Alright," the horse said, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulled out a package of cigarettes. "Care for one, son?"

"No, I don't smoke, sir," Demetri said, starting to relax.

"Smart idea," the horse responded, a gentle smirk on his face. "These things can be killers if you use them too much."

The equine pulled a single cigarette from the pack before putting it away. Breathing on the tip of the cigarette, it ignited and began to burn; the action causing the sulfur smell to attack Demetri's nostrils once more. The horse put the smoke to his lips and drew in a deep breath, his eyes closing in pleasure.

"Reminds me of home with my old man," the horse said as he exhaled smoke into Demetri's face, the druggie haze returning to him in the process. The horse stood once more and glanced down at Demetri. "My associates will be here soon; just hang tight little one. A night of hell for an eternity of freedom from it, that'll be my gift to you."

The horse gave a final look over at Demetri before stepping his way back into the shadows. The dark mist returned once more to envelop the horse as he disappeared into the darkness from whence he came. Demetri's mind attempted to contemplate what the horse had said before the haze consumed him once more, falling back into a sleep.

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Heavy metal assaulted his ears when he opened the door, the stereo in the backroom was blaring at the highest level to Demetri's strong ears. Screams of pleasure echoed from the same room, one a male, and one a female.

"Jeff? Hun?" Demetri said just barely audible over the music. "Are you there? I'm home early!"

"Oh fuck yes!" screeched the female, sounds of her oncoming orgasm accompanying it as well. "Fuck me harder, Jeff!"

"What the hell?" Demetri thought, quickly dropping his soaked coat on the floor and padding over to the door to the backroom.

What he saw there caused him to gasps aloud and back up a few steps. His mate, a powerful brown wolf, was mounting a black furred female rabbit. His powerful shaft rammed in and out of her as he fucked her in the missionary position. The girl noticed Demetri and smirked a seductive smile.

"Hey Jeff," she said, kissing him on the cheek, "looks like we have company."

"Huh," he responded, his mind too occupied on the fuck to really register what was said to him. "What'd you mean, Christy?"

"I think your mate's here," she said, giggling.

"WHAT!?" he yelled, spinning around and pulling out of her, causing various fluids to spill over the carpet.

His eyes grew large upon seeing his mate standing in the doorway, as shocked as he was and barely able to breathe.

"Holy shit, Demetri," he said frantically, standing and pulling his boxers on, grunting as he stuffed his still aroused shaft into them. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"I... I got off... early," Demetri managed to squeak out, his eyes still fixated on the black bunny still laying in the middle of the floor, who began to play with herself as she appeared to be in a drug-induced haze.

"You should have told me," Jeff yelled, stepping out of the room and pulling Demetri with him. "Keep yourself occupied, Christy."

The bunny nodded and plugged a headphone jack into the stereo system and the speakers suddenly went silent. Slipping a pair of large headphones over her equally large ears, she continued to enjoy her music as she enjoyed herself.

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Demetri's stupor slowly started to fade once more, his lucidity returning to him. Questioning what was going on, his eyes were once again drawn to the shadows. Clopping hooves once echoed through the alleyway, originating from the shadows as well. Expecting the suited horse to appear, Demetri was mildly surprised as a different figure emerged, the same dark mist peeling away as it had done on the previous one.

The figure was the similar to the pervious one. This one was different in that his coat was of a red tinge instead of white. Also, his body was covered in a suit of ornate armor. A series of images had been added to the armor, which became more and more visible as the horse approached. Many of them depicted equine warriors fighting with one another, though a select few of them showed the raping of peasant women.

The armor was nearly complete, with the exception of a rather important piece: the codpiece. The horse's member, though small at the moment, hung free in the air, dangling as it stepped towards Demetri. A tattoo adorned the shaft, appearing to be a sword of sorts, which would elongate apparently as he became more aroused.

As it stopped in front of Demetri, a hand came down quickly and grabbed him by the throat. Gagging and barely able to struggle, the horse raised Demetri up until he was at eye level with the beast.

"You must be the pathetic one that he spoke of to me," the horse said, a gruff and gravely voice coming from him. "You're my play thing for now, child. Let's hope you can make it through."

Easily, the creature tossed Demetri back against the dumpster, shots of pain stabbing throughout his body. He attempted to curl into a ball, but the horse grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and bent his nearly immobile body over the dumpster, his legs spread behind him barely touching the ground.

The horse ripped the jacket from his body, before gripping Demetri's furry ass through his pants in one hand and the other pulling the tail upwards roughly. Grabbing the pants and underwear, he quickly pulled them down around Demetri's ankles.

"Pretty good looking ass," the horse said, chuckling evilly. "Though all that matters to me is how it feels inside, which you'll know soon enough."

The horse began to grind his crotch against Demetri's bare cheeks, his shaft beginning to rumble and engorge itself with blood. It seemed to be free of water from the rain as well, and so had Demetri's exposed ass.

Knowing what was to come, Demetri attempted to cry, but no tears came to his aid. A small whimper escaped his muzzle as he limply laid against the dumpster. Usually Demetri enjoyed the feeling of a large shaft, but not even his subconscious was strong enough to cause himself to become aroused in expectation.

The horse's "sword" continued to grow in girth as he leaned down over Demetri's body, smelling him in his entirety. The horse's nose nuzzled against the back of Demetri's neck in a psudo-loving sort of way; even Demetri knew there would be nothing but fucking in his immediate future. There would be no time for cuddling afterwards.

The horse stood upright once more and used the hand he had holding up Demetri's tail to gently rub a thick digit against his pink rosebud. The horse's other paw had begin to stroke the nearly foot and a half long shaft, which had at least a two inch diameter around the thinnest part.

"I hope you bleed, boy," the horse said, whinnying a bit as he smirked. "My sword thrives on the life giving liquid that you all carry. It grows with everyone it rips open and feasts on their spirit."

Moving his body closer to Demetri's, the horse began to rub his throbbing shaft against Demetri's tail hole. A few moments were spent as the horse admired the large difference in size between the hole and his shaft and he ground the tip against it. This would be a pleasurable experience for him.

No warning was given to Demetri as the horse lurched forward, impaling the wolf on the enormous shaft in a single thrust. Demetri howled out in utter pain as he felt his insides begin to tear apart; the invader was far beyond his capabilities, even as an experienced bottom. Tears continued to be elusive to him, no matter how much he willed himself to just cry. The stiff sword had stabbed itself deep into his body and began to rip apart more than just his physical being.

"Oh my," the horse nickered aloud in pleasure. "You are a bleeder! What a quality find."

Though Demetri could tell that he was bleeding to some extent, he could feel nothing sliding out of his tail hole. Instead, it seemed just as though the horse had said, his sword began to grow slightly instead of Demetri, stretching him even more as his blood was absorbed into the horse.

Finally the horse began to remove his shaft from Demetri, a shudder managing to slip through Demetri's body. Something strange began to occur in his body though. His insides began to repair themselves instantly as the horse pulled out, as though his shaft had never penetrated him. Soft gasps slid out of his muzzle as he felt the pain inside of him melt away.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" the horse said, everything but the tip of his shaft outside of the tight hole. "It will for a moment, before I mount you again. It'll feel like the first time on every thrust."

The horse let out an evil laugh as he rammed roughly in again, Demetri crying out once more in pain, as he was ripped open again. It seemed as though some of the control of his body had began to return to him during the repairing of his insides as he found himself clutching in pain at the lid of the dumpster.

Once again the horse pulled himself from Demetri before slamming all the way back in, a slap echoing as their balls connected. Like the horse had promised, it continued to feel like the first time every time he rammed back in. Slowly but emphatically, the horse began to speed up his thrusts, the feeling of pleasure and pain beginning to double up upon one another, becoming almost a singular feeling.

As the breeding continued, Demetri found himself more and more able to control parts of his body. He began to grind his hips back at the horse and tighten his tail hole against the horse. Though the pain was sharper on the thrusts, Demetri hoped that this would cause the horse to orgasm sooner, ending the pain even quicker.

Evidently, it did begin to take its toll. The horse's thrusts became quicker and more sporadic as his breath began to shorten. Both of the horse's hands gripped Demetri's hips as he willingly held his tail high to take this mounting with what little dignity remained in him.

"Good... boy," the horse managed to whisper out amongst struggling grunts. "I'm almost there."

Silently Demetri thanked whatever god there was that it would soon be over, before redoubled his efforts to bring this horse to orgasm. Even with more control of his body, he found the large shaft rubbing roughly against his prostate repeatedly still wasn't arousing him. He began to mumble out incoherent phrases that in his experienced made the dominant one even more excited.

It must have worked as he heard the horse grunt and neigh before slamming in very hard. The horse's testicles shrunk up against his hips and the shaft engorged even more as he flared and orgasmed deep into Demetri. Much to his dismay, the searing heat of the horse's orgasm caused even more pain to shoot through him.

As the horse rode out his orgasm inside of Demetri, he smelt sulfur once again, and the haze returned to him. As he began to black out, all he could feel or hear was the horse pulling out with a wet plop as the hot seed emptied from him.

To Be Continued...

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