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I just bet!

"I bet they wooouuuuld." The drunken Frat Pony insisted, as he and the strange Goat stood looking into the small box. The tall, rangy, smirking, white Goat was holding up beside the pony's fat nuts.

"Humph... I doubt it." The wicked Goat countered, as he felt up the naked Frat Ponies helt junk appraisingly. Comparing the size of the equines hefty jewels, to the tight compartment of the velvet lined box.

"I I I I... bet they would." The clearly highly intoxicated Polo Pony said more insistantly, as six of his fellow Frat brother teammates gathered around watching.

"No way in hell..." The grinning Goat adamently presisted, as the other Frat Ponies began to argue back as well. "Your balls would not fill this box up... their just not that big."

"Dude my balls would fill that box up completely... hell you wouldn't even be able to close it." The drunken buckskin colored Pony bragged, as he cupped those fat orbs in one big three fingered hands.

"Well there is one sure way to find out..." Boing pointed, out as the gathering Pony stallions pushed in closer. "If... YOU got the balls for it." The wicked Goat pulled out a set of hedge clippers with long, sharp blades that could slice a stallions cock and balls off easily.

"Yer damn right I got tha balls fer it." Boing grinned darkly, this big potent athlete certainly was full of himself. Still even as drunk as he was, the sexy Polo pony's eye widened and he took half a step backwards. His big brown and pink marbled shaft jerk up even stiffer, as his buddies pressed in around him. "Errr wait... what... What are you gunna do with those?" The sexy buckskin colored Pony choked, trying to puzzle out what he'd just agreed to.

"Just make a quick snip and we will see if you really can fill the box up." Boing explained so calm and reasonably, that it almost sounded like a good idea. No sober male would have agreed to it of course, and in fact even the drunken buckskin stallion was reluctant. His drunken Frat brothers on the other hand were more than willing, in fact they seemed to feel this was a challenge that had to be answered.

"Yeah I didn't think you had the nuts... in fact your whole Frat is nuttless." Boing challenged, making the drunken jocks shout in anger and call upon the buckskin to show the dumb Goat how wrong he was. _ 'Boing thinking that they would be nuttless by the time morning rolled around.' _

"Ok... ok do it... but when I win you gotta kiss my ass... Errr all of our ass's." The drunken buckshin stud shouted back, as he watched the Goat open those sharp steel jaws.

"IF... you win I will gladly kiss anything you like." The smirking Goat promised gleefully, pulling out a set of hedge clippers with long, sharp blades that could slice a stallions cock and balls off easily. He slid the metal blades between the drunken jocks hocks, stroking the cold metal against his inner thighs and jostling that hefty sac.

"STOP!" The quickly sobering Polo pony exclaimed, and then looked around at his Frat brothers and adds weakly. "Stop dicking around and lets get to this." He squealed, his body reacting on its own bucking and wiggling, feeling those cold blades press closer and closer.

"Fine with me." The Goat leered, opening the shears up, and then sliding those blades around that bulging scrotum. Wedging the Polo Ponies sack right in the crotch of the blades, letting him feel their razor sharpness tickling his nuts. The intoxicated Pony looked right into the Goats eyes, starred deeply into them feeling oddly calm. The Goat grinned wickedly at the sexy equine, locking eyes with him for a long moment... And with that he _ 'SNAPS' _those blades closed, and the pony feels a sharp metal biting into his big velvety sac, and into the base of that big black cock. And then the equines groin feels suddenly much lighter, as those heavy stallion parts fall to the floor.

"WWWEEEHEHEHEEE!"The young stallion squealed his eyes going very wide, before he collapses back into a chair. Even as his Frat brothers cheer wildly, while the Goat holds up his fat dissevered jewel sack. "Oho fuck... Ohoooo fuck... Ohoooooo fuuuccck." The handsome Pony moaned weakly, even while his drunken Frat brothers crowd in around him. Shoving a hose connected to a funnel in his mouth and forcing him to choke down a pint or two of beer.

"Alright..." The grinning Goat shouted loudly, getting all the drunken Frat's Ponies attention before going on. "Let's see if these balls can fill up this box." Even as he's talking, the wicked Goat slides the box's sides a little farther apart. Effectively making the inside of the box a bit larger than it had been, flipping the lid open. He lay the severed nut sack into the box, which was clearly more than big enough to hold them now. "Awww sorry geldie, but you lose." Boing smirked, as he displayed the boxed balls to the room full of drunken Frat boys. A great drunken moan of dejection escaped the crowd, looking around the Goat picked out a bright red maned stud. "Ok... how about this... double or nothing with this big guy here." Almost instant, a roar of excitement rose up from the drunken Ponys, and they began calling for their red maned team mate to try it. Boing slipped the balls out of the box and pocketed them, before collapsing the box back to its smaller size. The red maned Pony had pulled his ball's out, and the Goat held the box up beside them.

"I bet they would be wwwwaaaay to big to fit." The drunken frat pony insisted, as he and the strange Goat stood looking into the small box.

"Humph... I doubt it." The wicked Goat countered, as he felt up the naked Frat Ponies helt junk appraisingly. Comparing the size of the equines hefty jewels, to the tight compartment of the velvet lined box.

"Alright double or nothin'!" The crowd of drunken Frat brothers shouted, even though such a bet made no sense. What was the Goat going to do kiss their ass's twice, Boing chuckled thinking he might just let the last one win. But then shook his horned head, opening the shears up, and then sliding those blades around that bulging scrotum. Wedging the red maned Polo Ponies sack right in the crotch of the blades, letting him feel their razor sharpness tickling his nuts.

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