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Dirty Breeding

I had a large rubber bit gag locked into my jaw, hooked behind my back molars, a trail of saliva running off my chin and dribbling onto the ground in front of me. I was bent over at the waist on a large padded dummy, my wrists locked into the stand directly below me, so that I couldn't twist off of it. My ankles were fastened with leather cuffs and straps to hooks mounted far apart, cemented in the floor, so my legs were spread wide. Above me was a large leather and nylon hammock, built to take some considerable weight. On either side of my shoulders there was a large beam supported well into the floor, situated a foot or so higher than my neck and back.

Oh, and I was naked, my sheath and balls hanging between my hind legs. And in a barn that smelled of hot hay and feral equines.

The sound of clopping hooves made me look around in fear veiled with curiosity. I didn't know what I was in for as the sound came up my left side.

I felt a hand pat me on the small of my back, and a nice looking anthro pony come into view, bringing up a lead attached to a very large donkey. The pony smiled at me but didn't say anything, but there was a 'knowingness' in his smile, like he knew something I didn't.

"This is Celerion," The pony said, and patted the flank of the feral donkey, "He's a great breeder. Knows how to make the mares squirm. He should enjoy you quite well."

What? I thought to myself, still confused about the whole situation. The donkey was led over to a pen on my right, and brushed noses with another feral donkey sitting in it nonchalantly. I then immediately noticed Celerion was a jack, as upon contact with the equine in the stall, he began to drop his long, meaty member from between his hind legs, in full view of me. It seemed to go on forever; six, eight, ten... Finally ending at about two and a quarter feet, well three-quarters of the way from his belly to the ground, flopping about with his huffing, taught and deep black with a very slick skin. His tip was probably about two and a half inches across, but his shaft tapered easily from that into four or more inches towards the base, with a slight medial ring a third of the way down from the base.

The pony tugged on Celerion's lead a few minutes later, after he had become plenty riled up from the teasing jenny in the stall, every so often humping his hips and slapping the engorged equine flesh against his belly with enough force that the sound echoed throughout the barn. The pony walked the donkey stallion around in front of me and I got a good view of the jack's balls from my lowered position. Probably about a tennis ball each, they compounded upon his member to make a set of very brutal and efficient breeding equipment.

"Usually people like to have some facts before the service, so I've got a few to tell you. Celerion's penis is a little over 27 inches long, and tapers from two and three quarter inches at the head to four and a half at his base. When he ejaculates, he usually ranges from 100ml to 150ml of actual semen, then another 700ml to 800ml of gel and other fluids. Between entry and exit, he'll usually deposit about a liter of fluids into whatever he's mounted, in a span of about 30 seconds. His flare measures six inches across at the widest point, and jacks pull out before their flare deflates, so that will probably be the most painful, but quick, section of the service." The pony rattled off, unphased by the raunchy details of the feral equine's breeding habits.

It was then obvious to me that they intended to have the jack donkey mount me, and breed with me. I tested my bonds but they were well more than secure, anchored into cement. I'm going to be bred by a dirty feral donkey jack! I looked down again at his member and blushed hard in terrified anticipation, taking in all the veins and the glistening thickness of it, the size feeling almost disproportionate to the body of the animal it stemmed from. The equine's eyes looked at me like a feral mare, ready for the taking, and promised no restraint for his instinctual desires.

"Celerion's almost ready, get him prepped." The pony said, looking over my shoulder. I heard some small footsteps come up behind me and felt my tail being pulled away, my ass exposed to whomever was there. I felt a cold wetness spread under it, yipping in my throat slightly and pulling at my bonds as a rubbery finger slipped in and worked its way around a few inches inside of me, smearing the cold lubricant deep into me before pulling out and dropping my tail. The sound of a rubber glove being pulled off followed by footsteps echoing away in the barn was the last of the sounds except for Celerion's heavy breathing and excitedly clopping hooves, ready and waiting.

The pony tied the jack's lead to a stirrup in the wall and grabbed a tube of something out of his back pocket, uncapping it and dropping down to Celerion's side. He squeezed the tube and unloaded a copious amount of gel lubricant into his hand before gently sliding it over the jack's member, causing him to flex and hump slightly into the hand, his cock going rigid briefly. A few moments later the pony had the jack's full shaft covered and glistening with a liberal application of the gel, and wiped his hand off on with a roll of paper towels sitting nearby, before untying the donkey from the stirrup and leading him around to my side and back behind me, the lubricated monstrosity between his hind legs bouncing in time with his steps.

Oh shit, shit shit shit... I think to myself. They're really gonna do this! What am I--

My thoughts were derailed when the smell of feral equine hit my nostrils, warm but earthy. Not explicitly unpleasant, but definitely identifiable and intense, tinged with the smell of feral musk. It must have been Celerion; I had heard donkeys were dirtier and more unkempt than horses. They definitely looked uglier, but I didn't think it would be that bad!

Suddenly I felt my tail being pulled aside again and my fur stood on end. I didn't know what to expect next, but was greeted by a large hot breath spreading over my cheeks and under my tail. Heavy inhale followed by heavy exhale, the donkey stallion surveyed his mare. Just his breathing alone was brutal; liters of air with every breath, able to fuel muscles with strength that could cripple my body in many ways, and I was going to be bound at the receiving end of his breeding lust. The hot breath pulled away and suddenly my ears were pierced with Celerion's loud screeching bray, a sign of his desire to breed.

The barn was soon filled with the heavy clopping of hooves hitting hard against the ground, and I could feel the vibrations through the cement, followed by the innate presence of a hot, heavy body looming over me as Celerion mounted and fell into the hammock with a heavy creak, a few low grunts escaping from him with the effort. He was cradled at just the right height as his forelegs hooked over the wooden beam above my shoulders with two heavy thuds that shook the bolts. All I could see to either side of me were the donkey's heavy hooves, spotted with dirt and grime as they lay over the support.

The jack rolled his hips forward and I felt the first spear of the lubricated equine mushroom cockhead nearly bruise my skin as he rammed it into my hindquarters. I grunted with dull pain, educated just then on how hard he actually was and the force he could muster into his thrusts. His tip bludgeoned into my furred cheeks, his back arching as the shaft slipped wetly along my thigh to my right with a squelch, spraying pre out hard enough to land on the cement in front of me. I felt his hips roll back and the jack change his stance, punctuated by the heavy clopping of his hind legs, and thrust a second time. This time the thick head speared into my taint, causing me to yowl through the gag before the shaft slipped under my balls and up against my sheath, pushing upwards until the tip rested against my upper belly, his shaft pulsing against me. Fuck, he's huge...

The jack pulled back again, leaving my undercarriage soaked with lube and pre, and smelling of farm animal. He shifted his weight back, raising himself slightly with a heavy huff from his nostrils and then crashed down again into the hammock. The reposition caused his tip to smear under my tail with a lewd and wet slop, forcing me to tighten up instinctually before he slipped out of the crux under my tail, but he was much closer now. Another roll and he easily reseated himself under my tail with a lewd slap, pushing in harder against my tightening natural response, my breathing panicked and quick. I could feel him begin to pry me open at the apex of his thrust, whining quietly as my body's defenses are whittled away by the jack's thrusts. He had found his mark, and only moments passed before the next hard roll of his hips came and his tip rammed right against my tailhole with the brutal force of a stallion's haunches. I couldn't appose him and yelped out loudly, his tip wetly popping into my ring of flesh with a quick, searing pain that immediately turned dull. He's in. I grip the wooden pillar of the padded bench I'm leaned over and clench my eyes shut, no defenses left and at the mercy of this feral donkey jack...

The jack rolled his haunches hard and walked himself forward with a clattering of hooves and a deep grunt like he would when breeding a mare, using all his strength to spear his cock head eight inches into my body with the heavy breathing from his nose blasting the back of my neck, causing me to grunt and yell as the air was forced from my lungs against my wishes simply from the sheer force. The lewd squelch of the absurd amount of lube between the two of us eased his entry, but the sudden massive penetration and tapering of his shaft still caused a huge amount of pain, though the pressure on my prostate from his member helped to mask it as well as force my own tip out of my sheath, leaking pre already.

The donkey pulled his cock out a few inches immediately after bottoming out on the first lurch and began a second. Another hard roll of his hips, another step forward, and another eight inches sheathed uncompassionately into my trembling body with a loud squelch and a slop of lubrication running down onto my balls. I could feel his bulbous tip begin to flare, plugging my depths and bulging out my belly near my navel. I whimpered and whined, my claws digging into the wooden stand and my teeth biting hard into the rubber bit as it pulsed disgustingly within my abdomen.

I grunted hard through my clenched teeth as the jack rolled and stepped another eight or so inches into me, this one punctuated early on with a slight pop as his medial ring slipped in. That deep already, I thought in a terrified panic through the humiliation and pain, as the widening flare lurched further into my body and my anal ring grew taught around the widening base of the jack's cock.

The last thrust came as more of a grind, the rolling of the jack's hips stopping when they met my own. Sheathed entirely in my body the feral equine did not hesitate to begin rutting me. With a heavy grunt the donkey rolled his hips back, slopping a good half of his member from my depths and making me gasp loudly with the sucking of the flare back through my bowels, before slamming it back home with a hard thrust that made me grunt loud enough for it to echo through the barn.

Suddenly another came, each one forcing the breath in and out of my lungs as the hot equine's body worked furiously above me to pump that huge member in and out of his 'mare' with guttural grunts. My nose was overwhelmed with the smell of the jack mounted above me, of feral sweat and mating, reminding me all too well that I'm being bred by a feral donkey, and that the huge member I saw earlier was now pounding through my body, the flare engorging further and rippling through me with every grunt and roll of his haunches.

Each thrust became more primal and intense than the last as the donkey's flare quickly filled my insides, expanding to its maximum width within just a few full thrusts. Each roll of his hips lodged it deep into my body, the bulge of it obviously visible through my belly as he forced it through my bowels, quickly approaching his climax. There was now a puddle of thick fluids where the gel lubricant and the jack's own pre mixed on the ground between my hind legs. My ass, thighs and balls are now a sloppy mess of matted fur that smell pungently of mating as the jack continues to drive himself under my tail with feral vigor.

The donkey's heavy breaths upon my neck grew more intense with every thrust, drops and strands of the equine's saliva rolling off his lips and dampening my fur. Suddenly he gave a powerful grunt and a definitive pound of his hips as he sheathed himself as far inside my depths as possible, his nostrils flaring wide and panting out heavily on my fur as his flare gave one last hard pulse to wedge itself well into me, my lungs seizing up in a silent gasp as suddenly I started to be flooded, my eyes wide as he orgasms deep into my body.

His entire member began to pulse, working from the thick base stretching my anal ring before rippling down the length speared through my bowels to finally end at the enormous flare, then exploding in a violent eruption deep within me that quickly began to distend my abdomen. With his flare plugging my obvious exit, his sheer volume of seed had nowhere to go but deeper inside, pulse after pulse of thick feral donkey semen working deeper into my body as his cock flexed and the flare pounded inside me to his heartbeat.

Finally after what felt like ages, I felt the jack move, and begin to dismount. Just as the pony had said, it was well before his flare receded, and he began to drag the giant bell from my depths, the outline of it visible on my belly as it slowly pulled back to my entrance. I could feel my bowels gurgle as the vacuum brought the result of his hard orgasm with it. Inch after glistening inch of the jack's cock slopped from under my tail, way more than it seemed any male could ever accommodate, until finally the flare was the only bit left inside of me. The jack huffed with slight frustration at the delay and began to dismount from the log, his enormous muscled form too much for my body to fight as the huge flared bell of his cock head was pulled free with a loud pop amid my yowls of pain. The mixture of pain, pleasure and relief was immediately followed by the thick, creamy mix of gel, semen and pre he had deposited deep within me. It spilled onto the floor with a thick splash and poured out of me, regardless of my attempts to stop it, the viscous gel mixture clinging and tracing itself back in strands to the mess under my tail and slightly gaping hole. I instinctually held my tail aloft as the jack's pungent fluids clung to my fur, assaulting my nose and marking me as his jenny for all to know.

"Good boy, Celerion!" The pony cheered for him, leaving me panting and exhausted, still bound to the apparatus and slumped against it. I heard the clops of Celerion's hooves as he was led away before the rustling of padded feet grew louder, and I felt the strap of the bit gag being loosened and eventually freed.

"How was it?" The voice asked of me, as the hands moved to my wrists and ankles.

"I'll have to request that boy again..." I pant out and remained slumped against the padded bench, a faint trail of gel still dripping to the floor between my spread legs.