Horse Heist
A brief commission for DracenMarx on FA. It's a description for an unposted picture.
Jerry patted the mare on the flanks, brushing her freshly washed coat as she enjoyed her feed bag.
"Good girl" the rabbit said. "Don't know why you spooked earlier, but everything's fine"
The rabbit always enjoyed when his master put him on groom duty. The handful of horses were friendly, and he preferred to be in the stable than outside working the crop fields.
The mare whinnied again, her hooves clopping nervously on the ground. A clear warning - but one the rabbit didn't have time to react to.
Behind him, unseen, three bandits had crept into the stable. A strong pair of arms wrapped around his torso, squeezing the breath out of him to prevent any shouts. He looked down at the strong, gloved hands - just as a thick length of hemp rope was pushed over his head. His legs kicked out and he thrashed about, but his pitifully efforts couldn't overpower the arms that held him. The horses all began neighing and pacing, disturbed at these newcomers but unable to move from their stalls.
Pain lanced through the rabbit as he was pulled into the air by the noose around his neck, his body spinning around at the end of the rope, giving him sight of the two reptiles hoisting him up. They tied the end of the rope off against a post, leaving the rabbit to hang from the high beam of the stable. His legs kicked, eyes wide as he stared at his murderers. His swinging caused him to spin around, his eyes taking in the sight of a dark green lizard - his tail-tip a ruined scar - staring up at his pitiful struggling.
"Nice work, boys" Lewis said, staring up at the dying groom. "Just like we planned. He never even gotta see up before it was too late"
The other two bandits quickly saddled and readied three of the horses while Lewis kept his eyes on the struggling rabbit. He moved closer, staying just outside the range of the kicking legs as the rabbit's tongue and eyes began bulging, the deep red blush showing through his dun fur. His mouth moved, attempting to plead for mercy, but the bandits didn't care. Lewis just stared, his cock growing hard beneath his leather pants, as the bunny's struggles slowed - then stopped. A dark stain spread through the dying man's trousers as his bladder released. His legs still twitched, toes still flexed and curled. But his tongue went slack, dropping out of his limp jaws and drooping head.
"Fucker's done pissing himself. Time's up boys, time to ride out"
"We're ready, sir. You want the mare?"
"Of course I want the mare. Who's gonna have sex with a stallion?"