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Careful What You Wish For

By: Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Negative Theory

**WARNING: This story contains hyper cocks, big balls, prehensile cocks, size theft, micropenis, incubus horses, cock vore, and a bunch of other kinky stuff. Oh, and gay relationship things. Really only for those 18 and over. So you have been warned! Otherwise enjoy!

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The heavy hoof beats through the forest were only partially muffled by the soft, wet ground that Afterglow was walking across, leaving imprints the size of garbage can lids in the grass and dirt and musty leaves. It wasn't like it was easy for the feral stallion to do anything else but be noisy, considering that the horse was at least double the size of a normal stallion, and easily towered over any other creature in the forest at twice the height of a normal person.

But size alone wasn't half of what made Afterglow unique. A bright, fiery red mane, tail and fetlocks, long and unkempt, was so unnatural that most would assume that it had been dyed that colour by an owner that prided himself on such pointless modifications, forming a stark contrast to an otherwise normal brown pelt that covered the rest of his body. But, nope, it was the horse's natural colour, along with the dark brown stripes on his back and across the tip of his muzzle that were mostly hidden by the mane, and the piercing, serpentine yellow eyes that would dart and flash around as he looked through his forest.

Birds barely paid attention to the massive equine as he wandered through the forest, while rabbits, wolves and smaller animals maintained a respectable distance between them and Afterglow. Which was fine by the stallion, unless he was really peckish, and then had to consume a denizen of the forest. He was sure they didn't mind too much that a rather large species of herbivore would rather eat them instead of the bland and boring grass (would be a privilege to them, he was sure), but there were tastier morsels than rats and gophers.

And he could smell them on the air, his nostrils flaring from the scent of beer and uncooked steaks, bacon and other food, as well as the fainter animalistic smell of anthros: a tiger and a wolf A delicacy. He gave a smirk, something else that horses normally couldn't do.

Though, by this point, it was clear that Afterglow wasn't a normal horse.

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Rick sighed as he flopped down into the lawn chair, using a claw to pop the tab of a beer, before chugging half the cold drink in a few gulps before coming up for air. The white tiger sighed, stretching his legs and flexing his toes as he got himself comfortable in his chair.

"This is great! A weekend away from the city. Just nothing but us two hanging out, eh Kevin?" the tiger said to the wolf still setting up their camping spot.

Kevin snorted. "It's not like you can get out of doing nothing, you lazy ass," he replied as he clicked the aluminum poles together to hold up the tent.

"Oh c'mon, we are here to relax for a bit," the tiger said, adjusting a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. "We got all the time in the world."

"Yeah, if you don't want to sleep with something to keep the bugs out," Kevin replied, standing up the pole and stretching the fabric over it.

Rick inhaled the rest of his beer, before crushing the can and playfully tossing it at Kevin, though it landed a foot away.

The wolf growled, picked up the can and tossed it back at Rick, who easily caught it, then tossed it in a garbage bag. "C'mon man. Can you at least get some wood now so we can have a fire tonight?"

The tiger took a deep inhale, then let out an overdramatic exhale, before pushing himself out of the chair. "Very well, as my master commands!"

"And don't you forget it!" Kevin replied. Rick walked up to the wolf, and gave him a soft peck on the cheek as he continued out of the clearing and into the woods that surrounded them.

Kevin looked up and watched as the white tiger walked away, letting out a sigh. His boyfriend was bigger than him, a mountain of muscle compared to the scrawny wolf. Where the wolf's t-shirt hung loosely over his frame, the bodybuilding tiger didn't even bother to wear anything with sleeves now, preferring tank tops that left nothing to the imagination.

Why the tiger would want to be with Kevin, he didn't know, the wolf thought as the tiger crashed through the surrounding trees. The tiger was hot, sexy, and had a lot of girls, and an almost equal number of guys, offering numbers and rides home, and he was known to have had a few flings with both genders over the years. But Rick had offered his number to Kevin one evening after a house party, the start of a beautiful relationship.

As far as Kevin knew, Rick had never accepted those offers since they had started going out a few months before, but, he was still getting them. He knew: he had seen his phone, with so many extra texts and messages from random people Rick didn't know. He'd stumbled on Rick in the gym showers winking and making gestures at other guys eying him. Was that just Rick being Rick, or was the tiger looking for fresh meat?

Kevin sighed. One too many times of being stood up, dumped and left for hotter guys by proclaimed "boyfriends" had made him paranoid. Rick wasn't like that... was he?

Maybe... maybe...

Kevin sighed. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't. He just couldn't try it again.

The wolf sighed. That is most likely why Rick would leave him. But he didn't know what to do about it.

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Rick pushed his way through the low hanging branches of the forest that surrounded the clearing, his arm full of small branches and twigs. He grumbled as another low hanging tree limb snagged at his shirt, ripping seams and making the white cotton dirtier than he'd ever let it get before.

"Damnit, I should have wore a different shirt," he muttered, as he grabbed a dead branch that had broken, but had not quite come off the tree yet. He twisted the branch, until it finally came loose.

"There," the tiger said, turning around. "That should be enough for tonight."

"Enough for what?" something asked.

Rick froze, his tail having gone stiff and straight. The arm full of wood he held clattered to the ground.

"Who... who's there?" Rick asked, his blue eyes darting through the trees.

Nothing answered for a good minute or two, and the tiger finally exhaled. He reached down to grab his pile he had unceremoniously dumped. There was something about being in the forest that made Rick's skin crawl, especially since he was the utter definition of a city slicker.

He finally got everything in his arms again, and shook his head, taking a couple deep breaths. "Okay, it's just your imagination. Nothing's here. It's just your mind playing tricks."

"Well, I wouldn't say that," the voice said.

He could fell the ground vibrate under his feet, his sensitive paws feeling it even through his shoes. The vibrations got bigger, longer, deeper, and closer.

There was a snort behind him, making Rick slowly turn his head until he was muzzle to snout with a horse, with a bright red mane, though a lot bigger than any horse Rick had ever seen before.

Rick spun around, the wood clattering to the ground again. He exhaled. "Oh, it's only a horse."

"Well, might look like one, but a whole lot more than that," voice said again.

Rick turned around, trying to find that voice. "Who are you? Where are you?"

"Why, I'm right here," the voice said. Rick spun around, until he was facing the horse again. He looked around horse, but his search for whoever was speaking ended when he saw what was between the stallion's hindlegs.

The old saying "hung like a horse" didn't even come close to describing what the stallion had packing. His balls hung down almost to what would have been the horse's ankles, with a sheathe that put Rick in mind of garbage cans. The tip of pink flesh poked out the front, drops of thick horse precum leaking out onto the forest floor. The size of the horse just boggled the tiger's mind: how could that even be possible?

"Well, simply, I'm not a normal horse," the voice said.

Rick froze, and then looked up to the horse's face. The muzzle was smiling... could a horse do that? And horses didn't have fangs, did they?

"What... no. No! That's impossible!" Rick stammered out. He only had a couple beers since he got here. How could he be hallucinating and seeing things already?

The horse shuffled around until it was facing Rick. "But, like I said, I'm not a normal horse."

"But your mouth isn't even opening. How can you talk?"

Did the stallion just roll his eyes? "Telepathy. You can hear me talk because I decided that you should. I can also read your mind. And I can tell that you like this, huh?" The stallion pushed his back leg out, showing off his balls even more clearly to the white tiger.

"But... but... What are you?"

The horse bent down. "I'm just an abnormal horse that can communicate with people with my mind, with some massive junk, just because. Is there really anything else you need to know?" The horse bent down and nuzzled at the tiger's crotch. "But you know a bit about being a bit bigger than average, eh?"

The white fur wasn't very good at hiding the blush that was creeping across his muzzle. He was larger than average, yeah. Well, a lot bigger than average.

"C'mon, show it off for me. Let's see what the kitty is packing, eh?" the horse said.

Rick slowly undid his jeans, then reached into his underwear and pulled out his semi-rigid cock, nearly at full mast. When he was hard, his cock was at least twelve inches long, and thicker than a beer bottle.

The horse looked at it, sniffling at the cock. "My, my, my. You are a big kitty, aren't ya?"

Rick nervously shuffled, his face heating up even hotter. There was only four people that ever called him kitty: his parents, Kevin, and the bully that teased him for being small in Grade Six that pushed him into body building. It was okay with his parents, and stopped when he got into middle years; cute from his boyfriend when they were getting all lovey dovey; and resulted in a bloody nose for that bully (and a week long suspension for him). It wasn't something he really liked from strangers. Or at least he thought.

Then again, this stallion was so big, the tiger must seem like a kitten to him...

"So, tell me," the horse said, pulling away and looking at Rick. "Are you happy with this size?"

"Well, yeah, duh!" Rick said, hands on hips, snorting. "What ever makes you think that?"

The horse bent down until their eyes were level with each. Rick gulped when he saw the yellow, serpentine eyes staring at him. "Remember, I can see into your mind. So, tell me: are you happy with having a dick this big?"

Rick gulped, before he finally looked away, the horse still smiling. It gave Rick the chills, the way the horse mouth could bend like that. "Well... there is a problem."

"Your boyfriend... Kevin, right?" the horse said.

"How did you know?" Rick asked.

"I read minds, remember?"

"Oh. Yeah. Well... he can't take me. I'm just too big for him. His body just can't take me."

"How about him taking you?"

The tiger was blushing even redder now, his face burning hot. "Well... we tried. He, well, he isn't much of a top. And I'm not much of a bottom..."

The horse nuzzled Rick, making the tiger sigh as the warm, affectionate creature rubbed against him. "Hey now, nothing to be ashamed of. We are all a bit differently wired when it comes to the sexy stuff. I know what it's like. I can't exactly have sex myself. Not many mares or even other stallions are even as big as me size wise. Much less able take me. Sure, I could have them do me instead, but, well, I'm still a bit too big for them to reach me. All well. Win some, lose some."

Rick actually began to feel for the horse, which surprised him. It was just a horse. A really big, weird colored, over-endowed horse that could use telepathy. But imagine never being able to have sex when you have an over abundance in the equipment to do it. It's ironic, in a way, like those fairytales where the wish you are granted, the thing you wanted most, turned out to have been a curse. Just, with cocks and balls.

"Though, like they say, there are plenty of asses in the sea. Or fish in the fields. I dunno, something like that," the horse snorted. "So, why don't you go find someone else?"

"What? No!" Rick said, pushing back. "No!"

"Don't you want to burry your bone? Make babies, do the whole sex thing?" The horse asked.

"Well... yes..."

"But you still don't want to leave Kevin. Something about him, eh?" the horse said.

"He's... he's... perfect for me. Keeps me grounded, makes me laugh. He completes me," Rick said. "I would never want to leave him."

"Even if that means never being able to breed with anyone, even someone that could take your manhood, again?"

Rick swallowed, then nodded. "Yes."

"Well, that's very noble of you. Romantic even," the horse said. Rick wasn't sure if he could detect a bit of sarcasm in his voice, but he ignored it.

"Now, here's another question for ya kitty," the horse said, making a shiver run down Rick's spine. "What if I told you that I could make you more... normal?"

"What?"

"Make you smaller, say, oh... about half your current size?"

Rick blinked. "What?!"

The horse rolled his eyes. "You heard me. Take a few inches from you down there. Make you the perfect size for your mate. Won't take it all, though I could. Just a bit, enough to make you the right size to fool around with your boyfriend. What would you say?"

Rick thought about it. When it became clear that the tiger couldn't exactly do anal (or, really, even oral) with Kevin, they started playing with toys. Kevin would moan so cutely when taking an average sized dildo up the ass, before cumming all over himself, the bed sheets, everything. Now, what if it was a real dick and not some hardened silicone, what would Kevin say then?

As Rick pondered the thought, the horse walked around the tiger, close enough that the warm, strong body of the stallion seemed to seep into the tiger, making him feel relaxed and calm: the brush of the red fetlocks against his legs, the mane swishing around his head, even the tailing flicking at his stomach, it all made the tiger nearly melt. The smell of the musk and sex from the horse when his hindquarters passed by Rick made the tiger's head spin and his cock stiffen up again. The horse stopped right when it's butt was right in front of Rick's face. The tiger swallowed, looking up at the big, puffy tailstar just above the huge cum spheres. Rick almost thought he heard fluids sloshing inside, which only made him harder. It looked like a donut, a large, chocolate donut, that was nearly the size of his head.

"Well, I'll make you an offer. I'll make you a better size. I just need... well, it's pretty obvious, isn't it?" The horse said.

Rick gulped as he watched the tailhole flex and twitch. He carefully reached a hand up to the thick asshole, gently rubbing the pulsing flesh. The horse nickered, and stomped one of his front hooves, making Rick recoil.

"Sorry, getting a bit excited," the stallion said. "Been a while. I'm sure you understand."

Rick reached up, and brushed the bulging, flexing round tailhole, massaging the thick, pulsing flesh, before standing up onto his tiptoes and sticking his muzzle into the inviting ass.

Rick wasn't much for rimming, but, well, if this is what he had to do to be able to do it with Kevin, then he would do it. He pushed his tongue out, and began to lick, pushing his tongue in as deep as it would go.

As he pushed his muzzle into the horse's ass, his hands began to caress the huge black boulders of testes that hung and sloshed. The horse's pucker began to flex, as if trying to pull in the tiger that was rimming him, but it just didn't quite do it. The horse nickered again, and then began to back up. Rick yelped, trying to stay attached to the butt, moving backwards on tiptoes, until he felt his back running up against a tree. The thick tree began to creek and groan as the heavy weight of the horse, and the much smaller mass of the tiger, was pressed up against it. The huge balls, sloshing but still quite firm, pinned Rick like a hammer to the tree's anvil, but his whole body had been pushed up to a better position to lavish the black donut.

As he licked and played with the donut (just like French kissing someone that isn't kissing back... and with a mouth as big as your head the tiger mentally envisioned) Rick moaned as a tight, wet and hot feeling began to poke at his dick. He pulled out of the gaping black hole to look down, but he couldn't see past the huge black balls pressed up against his body. But he could see pink flesh flexing and stretching and coiling over to the side.

"Hey now kitty," the horse said, pushing back and the tiger's muzzle back into his butt. "No peaking until I'm done."

The hot and wet feeling, almost like a tight virgin vagina, began to push even more insistently at the throbbing tiger cock, already leaking pre cum. It flexed and moved, rubbing over his long dick, making the tiger moan into the ass he was rimming, until it suddenly plunged over his dick.

Rick gasped, the tailhole around his muzzle suddenly flexing hard, whatever was over his cock starting to pump with a steady rhythm, making the tiger wiggle and writhe as he tried to focus on pleasuring the stallion. "Keep going kitty," the horse said into Rick's mind. "The better you do, the sooner this will be done. I promise."

The tiger began licking and sucking at the huge ring of flesh pressed around his face with even more gusto. The absurdity of the situation: being nearly face deep into the ass of a hyper-masculine, really big, and stupidly massive, over endowed horse that clearly wasn't a horse was being pushed out of his sex addled mind. The smell of the horse's musky balls and ass was almost enough, but the extra stimulation of flesh working over his snout and his cock was just the icing on the cake. The heat of the moment, between the balls and the ass of the stallion made him sweat and began to lick and caress the ass even more while humping the increasingly sensitive hole he was fucking. Or being fucked by, it really didn't matter. The more his cock was worked over, the more sensitive he felt, making each tight slide and grind against his dick even more pleasurable and tight and...

Rick gasped and meowled, making the ring of flesh around his muzzle vibrate as he felt his cock jump and began to fire shot after shot of tiger spunk. He jerked and gasped as his body twitched and writhed, his body shaking as he emptied his balls.

"Almost... done... there!" the horse said, before taking a step forward, and letting Rick fall to the ground with a thud.

Through hazy eyes, Rick looked down to see a large pink tube stuck over his cock. He shook his head, and followed the tube, as it slithered and coiled on the ground, until it ended... at the sheathe of the horse, just above the massive balls that held him up before.

"What..." the tiger said, blinking, trying to clear his vision.

The horse turned around until he was facing Rick. "Oh, so you have complaints about how I do my job now?"

"I... I don't know what to think..." Rick said.

The long, prehensile horse cock began to flex and shrink, collapsing back into the sheath. "You thought it was going to be some magic? Nah, I'm not much for that. I prefer to do it physically. And, well, you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Well... yeah. I hadn't felt like that in forever," Rick said, his voice somewhat distant as he tried to recover from what just happened.

The flared tip of the horse cock began to pull on Rick's sensitive cock again, making the tiger's member, which had been softening after shooting it's loud, suddenly spring up. Rick cried out in pain until the vacuum-sealed horse cock popped off.

Rick looked down. "What... wait... that's...."

The horse looked down. "Oops, I must have took a bit too much," he said, looking at the two inch long pecker, and appropriately sized balls under them.

"You were going to take half!" Rick said, trying to stand up, but he collapsed against the base of the tree. His legs were still tingly and sore, almost like a Charlie horse had crippled both of them.

"Well, math was never my strong suit," the horse said. "But, like you said, you love your boyfriend, right? And, well, you should be able to fit that in now, eh?" The stallion turned around, and began to clop away. "Anyway, you might as well just wait here for a bit. Get used to having it. No refunds."

Rick blinked, looking down again. He went from a foot to two inches. His middle finger was bigger than his dick now. He carefully touched it, and gasped, the tiny, rigid cock nearly cumming again. It was sensitive, sure, but it was pretty much useless.

The tiger looked up, but the horse was gone. He tried to get up, but his legs were still too unstable, he found out after nearly crying out in pain.

Tears began to run down his face. He had been turned into a freak by that fucking horse... why did he do this? What would Kevin say now?

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"Where is Rick already?" Kevin said, sitting in a lawn chair beside the tiger's. A half dozen beer cans, all drunk by Kevin, was now piled up beside his chair while the wolf waited impatiently for his boyfriend. Everything was set up: the tent was up, sleeping bags rolled out, the folding table was up, the food was organized for cooking... if Rick would show up with some wood.

Kevin sighed, popping the tab on another beer can, and tipped it up to his lips, and began to drink it.

There were some footsteps behind the wolf, making the canine's ears twitch to catch the sound better. But in his inebriated state, he couldn't quite make out what it was. But, since they were the only two people here, it could only be one person.

"Well, nice of you to show up finally," Kevin muttered as he pulled the beer can from his lips. "What did you do, go jack off?"

"Well, in a way, yes I did," a deep voice replied.

Kevin jumped, tripping on the stones he set around the fire pit. He landed on the ground with a thud. The sudden landing had knocked the wind out of him, but with a groan he managed to flip over.

And he was face to face with a massive horse.

"Man, you anthros don't seem to be that stable. Maybe having four legs is better than two, eh?"

The wolf's head was spinning. "I... I must be seeing things," he muttered, looking at the beer can that he had crushed and spilled when he fell. He tossed the can away. He was done drinking tonight.

So, you're Kevin, eh?" the voice said, as if from inside his head.

"What... how did you know that?" The wolf asked.

The horse smirked. "Oh, I saw your boyfriend in the forest. Also, yes, I speak through telepathy, I'm not a normal horse, yada yada. Okay, good, glad we got that cleared up. Had a nice chat with Rick. Cool guy, you must be very lucky to have him."

"Well... yes, I guess," Kevin said, pushing himself up.

"You guess?" the horse said. "You only guess?"

"Well... I'm just... I don't... well..." the wolf stammered.

The horse pushed his muzzle up against the wolf's mouth. "Shhhh. I already know. You think he'll leave you because you guys can't have sex, right? Think the big guy is looking for something else, eh?"

"Well..."

"II already know the answer, silly question," the horse said. "Okay, get up. Let's just get this over with."

"What?"

"Well, you want to be with him, right?" the horse asked.

"Yes, I do," Kevin replied.

"Say, together forever?"

"Yes! I'd give anything for that!" Kevin said, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Well, I can help you guys with that..." the horse said, before looking up, his ears twitching. "Opps, thought he would be down longer. Sounds like he's coming," the horse said, as he started to walk away, his massive hooves trampling and flattening the chairs and table. "Why don't you go take him and show him how much you love him? I'll help you get your wish."

"Wait... what?"

"Ta-ta! Be back in a bit!" the horse said, before walking off into the trees on the other side of the clearing.

Kevin blinked. Wait... that is a really big horse... with red hair? And was that his balls? He looked at the beer cans. There must have been something wrong with them. He wasn't going to drink at all for the rest of the weekend. He was such a lightweight with booze.

Kevin looked up as he heard another crash, this time an unstable and sore Rick stumbling his way from the forest.

"Rick! Are you okay?" the drunk and equally unstable wolf asked, as he climbed up and managed to catch his larger and more muscular boyfriend, and got them over to the tent, before they both collapsed onto the sleeping bags.

"I... I... I don't know," the white tiger said. His white tank top was dirty and stained, and he smelt like sex... like that horse...

"What happened?"

"Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you," Rick said.

"Does it involve a really big horse?" Kevin asked.

"Well... yes," Rick said, glowering. "The horse screwed me."

Kevin blinked. "You... you... had sex with it?"

"Well... not by choice," Rick said.

"It raped you?!" Rick asked, concerned. "It looked massive. That would have..."

"Well, not exactly either..." the tiger said. "Like... he promised me something..."

Kevin looked back to where the horse had wandered off to. "Well, he said something like that as well..."

"But, well, he..."

Kevin wrapped his arms around the tiger. "Shhh. Just don't worry about it. Okay? It will be fine, I promise."

"But... you wouldn't want me now. I know it."

"What do you mean?"

"That... thing. It's not a horse. It's a demon of some kind. It took something from me."

"What? What are you talking about? Your soul or something?" Kevin asked.

"No. He took..." Rick stopped, trying to figure out what to say, before sighing, and reaching down and undoing his belt and sliding off his pants.

Kevin was about to ask why Rick was stripping when he saw his cock.

"What... you..."

"The horse said that he would have made me smaller, a better size so I could have sex with you," Rick said. "He just took... basically all of it."

Kevin looked at the little cock, rock hard, and oozing precum. "But... but... I didn't care if I could never take you."

"What?"

"I just... I didn't care. It would have been nice, but, well... I just wanted you to be with me. Forever." Tears began to run down the wolf's face. "I... I thought you would leave me, that I wasn't good enough for you."

Rick wrapped his muscular arms around his tiny wolf. "Hey, hey. I was never going to leave you. You are smart and funny and fun to be around, even if we could never fuck each other," the tiger said. "Sure, I would have liked to, but, well, I wouldn't leave you just because I couldn't."

Kevin looked up at his boyfriend, sniffling, wiping away a tear. "Really?"

"Of course." Rick looked down at his crotch and the tiny micropenis he had. "Besides, now, even if I wanted to, it's not like anyone would want to."

"You are still my big kitty," Kevin said, hugging the tiger tighter. "No matter the size of your dick. I promise.

"Though... we could see how it works..."

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Afterglow stood outside the tent for a while as he heard, and felt, the tiger and wolf fuck and play around with the wolf's little dick. The stallion had forgotten their names by now. It really didn't matter anymore, really.

By now both of them were in blissful afterglow of furious sexual romping, passed out from it all. The tiger was even snoring by now, which was perfect.

With a smirk, he could feel his cock begin to stretch out, then flop onto the ground, and begin to slither around. He didn't even bother thinking of his cock in inches, or really, even feet. It could get as long as he wanted it, or as thick. If he really wanted to, he could try to figure out the full limit of his prehensile horsedong. But that was boring. He had things to do, people to eat, things to fuck...

The pink flesh snake, oozing pre to lubricate its way, pushed it's way through the flaps of the tent. Now, he couldn't see what was going on in there, but his dick began to feel around, the sensitive head poking and prodding inside.

Afterglow began to hum to himself as he figured out that they were both entwined together, hugging and cuddling together. Now, it would have been cute to see all that, but he was starving. The snack of tiger cock really hadn't done much for him.

So with a grunt, the horse's flared cock began to expand until it managed to cover both pairs of paws.

He could feel them twitch and shuffle, making the horse groan and gasp as his sensitive flesh was played with, but his cock held tight, not letting it's meal get away.

It had been so long since he tried to have a double meal, but, well, it wasn't like it was impossible for him. He smirked as his cock began to stretch wider and wider, up to his prey's ankles, then shins, then knees. Nothing was impossible for him.

Afterglow could feel one of them begin to stir awake. The wolf must have been a light sleeper. Well, he'd just end up awake as he was eaten, was all.

He could feel the smaller one, the wolf for sure, begin to freak out, trying to pull his legs out, trying to wake up the tiger. The tiger was starting to stir awake as well, but by the time the tiger figured out what was happening, they were now half way into the horse's cock, their hips already having been sucked up.

They squirmed and clawed at the cock flesh that was eating them. Had it been a real horse, or even a real cock, and then it would have hurt. But Afterglow took it in stride. It tickled actually, making him giggle like a little colt. A huge glob of pre work through his cock and soak the two lovebird snacks.

It was getting harder and harder for them to struggle by now: with their torso's now inside the gaping urethra of the incubus horse cock, it would only be a matter of time before they were taken in.

The wolf was starting to slip in faster than the tiger. Most likely the weaker one had exhausted himself and was starting to slip in, while there was still some fight with the more muscular guy.

But, still the unstoppable horsecock continued nomming its meal, the fleshy lips of the widely stretched cumslit stretching wide enough to get around the shoulders of the two anthros, pushing the tiger's arms straight up, while the wolf's head finally slipped in. just a few more flexes and pulls and gulps, and the muscular arms and hands of the tiger's were now fully incased in the wet, humid, tight, musk filled cavern.

Afterglow shuddered as he felt his meal begin to work its way down his cock. The obscene bulge of the two meals was pulled out of the tent where the leaking head of his cock remained, resting on the soon to be ownerless sleeping bags.

The bulge struggled and wiggled further down his cock, making the horse's tongue flop out, panting as the pleasure of his cock being massaged from the inside by a huge bulge of squirmy, fur covered meals continued sliding down his cock.

The bulge finally reached Afterglow at the edge of the forest. The stallion took a couple steps as the bulge passed his front legs, using one hoof to rub at the bulge as it passed by.

The next challenge was his sheathe: sure, his cock could stretch to obscene lengths, but his sheathe was a different matter. Afterglow shuffled his back legs, bracing and wincing as the bulge was pushed together tightly, past the ring where his cock slipped out from it's infinite home to the outside world, before popping in.

Afterglow exhaled, breathing heavily. He suddenly remembered why he didn't do two meals at once. Though, would he remember it the next time? Most likely not. The pleasure of having that huge throbbing bulge go down his length was more than enough to risk a moment of discomfort.

The two meals finally splashed down in the huge cum orbs, now hanging lower and fuller than before, already being broken down and melted into the energy the demonic horse needed.

Afterglow's legs felt weak after the meal, and he could feel his balls tighten up, before sending a huge glob of his demonic seed through his cock, a reverse to the meal he just had, with the inside of the tent being drenched in incubus horse spunk.

Well, I told ya... wolf, whatever your name was, Afterglow thought, as he began to walk away, his balls swinging from the extra mass in them, letting his cock drag behind as it slowly wound itself back up. I was going to make sure you two would be together forever.