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Mathew stared out of the stall's gate for what felt like hours. Numb, shell-shocked, angry, and deeply confused.

The last two days had been surreal for him. He'd been kidnapped by some maniac. He'd been touched, hefted, probed, and examined by some quack hippo doctor. His ability to speak or make any sound at all had been permanently taken from him. He'd been bound, dragged around, and had his balls brutalized with a crop whenever he had resisted. And the cherry on top was, he'd had his labido hijacked with drugs in a way that he hadn't even known was physically possible.

Looking down his own chest for what had to be the hundredth time in the span of a few hours, the lion saw his erection jutting out before him, eight inches long and as rock hard as ever seen it. His member twitched and stirred occasionally but it never went down and it never flagged. It stayed up and out like his cock was desperately trying to hail a taxi. And anyone who cared to look over could see it because the unspoken rule was 'ponies don't wear people clothes'.

Worse, he wasn't simply hard. He was horny. No, worse than that. He was worryingly pent up. So much so that he found it difficult to think about anything other than his cock and how good it would feel to get off. The teenager had been blue-balled before in his life but this was something beyond that. Ever since that smiling, too-happy hippo had given him all those injections directly into his balls and up his ass, into his prostate, Mathew had felt a growing need within him. A need to fuck.

And rather than feeling better with time, the kidnapped 'pony' felt the need growing more pronounced as the hours ticked by. It had even been a full twenty-four hours since his 'appointment' with the veterinarian and already the lion was growing concerned that his balls might literally burst with need if he didn't get off soon.

Bound within his personal stall in the ranch's stables, with a massive horse dildo jammed up his hole, there was nothing Mathew could do about the feeling other than anxiously see it grow over time. Permanently muted, the lion couldn't even ask questions or shout for help. All he could do was 'sit' in place, forced to stand on rubber hooves and wait. His member ticking off the seconds by slowly bobbing up and down in time with his pulse and its own flexing. Mathew could look at his own dick as it frantically jumped around to get his attention but, bound as he was, he couldn't touch it.

This went on for another hour or so before a man Mathew had never seen before entered his stall, as casual as you please.

He was a huge bull on the wrong side of forty who looked to have been a competitive weight-lifter earlier in his life. He wore simple work clothes suitable for life on a ranch and had a walkie-talkie strapped to his belt. The lion couldn't help but notice the horned bull also had a leather riding crop tucked into his belt on the opposite side.

The bull gave him a thorough look-over for half a minute, then grunted.

Finally the man spoke.

"We haven't met yet. I'm Tom, and I'll be your primary handler. No need to blush, now. You ain't showing me nothing I haven't seen plenty of before. New stallions are all the same -- their top half is embarrassed to death while their bottom half couldn't be happier."

Forgetting his circumstances for a moment, the lion opened his mouth to ask a question. It felt like a punch in the gut when no sounds came out of his throat.

"Yeah, yeah. Save the questions. It doesn't take a genius to guess what you want to know. That's what I'm here to explain. Why you're here, what our plans are for you, and what you can expect out of the next few years. So, how about it? You feel up to listening?"

Not really seeing any better options, Mathew nodded. In response, the bull grunted, pulled up a stool, and took a seat.

"Oy, that's better. When you get to be my age, it gets hard being on your feet all day. You take what opportunities you can to rest your legs. But anyway, enough about my gripes. Let's talk about you. Guess you're pretty confused and angry right now. That sound about right?"

Again the lion nodded, his chin set at a defiant angle.

"Well, the good news is when you get right to it, it's all really rather simple. You're this ranch's new stallion. Which means when you're not resting, you'll mostly be doing one of three things. Working, fucking, or racing. Sometimes your owner, Mr. Brandt, will throw a party and you'll need to put on a show for his guests. Stand there and let them touch you, that sort of thing. But other than that, it's like I said. Work. Fuck. Race. Not necessarily in that order."

Unable to hold back his temper, the teenager shook his head and tried to shout. Again, nothing came out.

Rather than seeming annoyed, the bull simply nodded as though he'd expected that response. Which just pissed Mathew off even more.

"Yeah, I get it. You think that sounds insane. You probably want to tell me that you'll never go along with any of this. That you'll refuse to play along and that we can't make you. But here's the thing, Clopper. You're far from the first stallion this ranch has seen and I reckon you won't the last. And every one of the boys before you got with the program, pulled their weight, and did their duty. And you want to know why?"

Before Mathew could even respond, the bull had pulled out the crop, whipped it around in a flash, and struck the lion right on his recently-injected, hyper-sensitive balls.

A split second later, the lion was experiencing the worst pain he'd ever felt in his life. He screamed and screamed but nothing came out. His body flexed around the horse dildo which served as his temporary core as his hoofed feet shuffled to and fro in the dirt and hay.

"The other stallions got with the program because they were smart. Not that it takes a genius to figure out you've been dealt a losing hand. You look like a boy that appreciates honesty, so let me put it to you straight. You're going to follow instructions because if you don't, you're going to be corrected. And when I say 'corrected', I'm not talking about something like that light tickle I just gave you. I'm talking about real discipline. The kind that you'll remember for the rest of your life. The kind you'll never fully recover from. Well, mentally anyway. Physically you'll recover just fine. Unlike us old folks, young boys like you bounce back like that."

The kidnapped youth felt his anger drain away, quickly replaced by fear. He'd seen the four other ponies yesterday on his way to the 'vet'. He knew the bull wasn't bluffing. And the stern, no-nonsense man sure didn't look like he was playing a practical joke on him.

"So that's the stick," Tom continued. "Now let's talk about the carrot."

Mathew tried to listen but it was difficult when his sack throbbed with waves of pain. And yet, somehow his erection hadn't vanished. It hadn't even wilted. His cock was as hard as it had been this morning when he first woken up. Even through the pain, the lion felt the need. Even as his balls ached fiercely, they longed to cum.

"The carrot is, life as a pony can be pretty great, if you let it. Everything is taken care of for you. You don't have to worry about taxes. About retirement planning. About boring baby showers or your co-workers' stupid birthday parties. You just have to do as you're told, put in an honest effort, and get your rocks off. I don't know what kind of sex life you had before you came here, but let me tell you -- there's ain't no sex like pony sex. Trust me, I've seen it with my own eyes and I've worked this ranch for years. You'll think you died and gone to heaven the moment you slip this dick into one of your herd. Even our most stubborn stallion, TIght-end, was over-the-moon every time he got to slip his fat cock into a gelding."

Tom paused to see if Clopper was still paying attention. Briefly catching the pony's eye, the chief handler was satisfied the teenager was listening.

"And it's not just good for you. The geldings love it too. They may not have balls anymore, but they have drug-enhanced prostates the size of walnuts. And when your hard pecker shoves past that pleasure-spot on each thrust in, those mares of yours will be seeing stars too. Plus, there's the chemicals. I'm not a scientist myself so I won't try to explain it. But the way it was told to me, those geldings need regular doses of your cum or they'll start to go into withdrawal in a bad way. So those geldings are always hot, ready, and eager to get fucked."

Of all the horrible details of his new existence as some insane horse's plaything, Mathew found this aspect to be one of the most shocking. Mr. Brandt had mentioned something similar a couple days ago, but he hadn't fully understood what the man was trying to say. And he hadn't been in a good state to process information, either.

"Let's take Lusty as an example. He's the fox you passed by yesterday on the way to your appointment with the doc. By the time a couple days pass without you breedin' him, Lusty is gonna start feeling pent up and anxious. Real needy like. Understand me? In a couple more days, he'll be hurting. Not physical pain, or so I'm told. It's more like being incredibly thirsty for water except water doesn't help and it's combined with having the world's worst case of blue-balls. At this point, the fox-pony is gonna turn into a complete whore. Utterly desperate to have your stallionhood pump a nice, thick load between his buns. And when you do finally dump a load up his tight little ass, that fox is going to go on the trip of his life. He'll be so happy, you'd think he just won the lottery. I'm talking tears-of-joy happy. Talking directly to god happy. Again, you'll have to take my word on this. But I've seen it plenty of times."

The lion was starting to recover from the excruciating ball-busting he'd experienced at the calm bull's hands minutes earlier. He heard what the man had to say, but had no idea how to feel about it. It just all sounded so crazy.

"Now, why am I telling you all of this? Well, that's simple. We got three of the geldings waiting for you outside in the pen. Bandit the bunny, Carrot the mouse, and Lusty the fox. None of them have gotten a dose of 'vitamin D' in just over three days now. So they're starting to ache real bad-like, and they need their stallion. They need you. So you're gonna fuck 'em. All three in a row, bam-bam-bam. You're gonna take care of your herd, and you're going to do it with an audience watching. Probably at least three other handlers and a couple guards. Likely a camera or two, too, in case Mr. Brandt wants to review it later. And I'll be there as well, of course, making sure nothing goes wrong."

Mathew had barely started shaking his head 'no' before the crop whipped around struck him a second time on his exposed, vulnerable balls. But even harder than last time.

The tendons in the lion's neck popped out as he flexed in place as he silently screamed. The pain was so bad he thought he might vomit up his own balls. His erection stayed put, twitching and bobbing.

"You need to understand how serious I am when I tell you these are just love taps compared to what will happen to you if you refuse Mr. Brandt's instructions. You're his pony, his property, and his stallion, and he expects you to obey. My job is to make sure you do. It's probably not the best job in the world, but it pays well. Plus, when you don't obey, it makes me look like I'm bad at my job. Which puts my job at risk. Which puts my livelihood at risk. Which I don't appreciate and won't tolerate. Nod if you understand me or I'm going to let you taste my crop for a third time. 'Cept this time it won't be a love tap like the last couple play-swings."

If it was a choice between nodding and having his balls devastated for the third time, Mathew thought it was the easiest choice in the world. He nodded, eagerly. Pathetically. He felt terrible humiliation burn through him as he complied.

"Good. Then I'll tell you how this is gonna go. We're gonna sit here and give you a few minutes to recover. While we wait, I'm gonna be playing with your pecker to start getting you in the mood. No need to get emberassed as this isn't really a sex thing for me. More of a clinical procedure as far as I'm concerned. Like airing up a tractor tire, aye? Pump, pump, pump, until it's all the way firm. Then, the two of us are gonna go outside to the pen and we're gonna introduce you to the geldings. Just a quick how-ya-do. Nothing too formal. Then we move onto the fucking."

Once more the teenager experienced a queer sinking sensation, like he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. Just a few days ago he'd been a clerk at a gas station. Now this? It felt too strange to be real.

"This time around, you can breed 'em however you like. Deep thrusts, shallow thrusts, whatever gets you off. We'll worry about showmanship and playing to the audience later. All that matters is that you push all the way in when you shoot. And when you do cum, you wait until I tell you before you pull out. Then we move onto the next gelding and repeat. You've had your injections so you should have enough gas in the tank for all three. Four would be pushing it this early on in your career, but Tight-end is off in another building getting... well, let's just say he's getting his attitude adjusted. But that's nothing for you to worry about. Unless you fuck this up. In which case you'll be joining him."

As Tom spoke, he stroked and played with the teenager's shaft. Pony-play wasn't the bull's particular kink. Unlike Mr. Brandt, who enjoyed it so much he built an entire secluded ranch dedicated to it. But neither was the chief handler immune to the effects of having a cute boy completely exposed to him, like putty in his hands.

The man admitted to himself in that moment that after Clopper took care of the geldings, he was going to have the stallion take care of him. It would be a handler-pony bonding experience.

"My hands feel good, don't they boy? Much better than my crop, yeah? Keep being a good boy and you'll experience lots of pleasure here at the ranch."

Mathew was silently panting, his expression a blend of pain and pleasure. It was a bit of a mind-fuck for his cock to feel that good while his balls continued to complain that they were fit to burst.

And not just from the soreness and swelling due to the crop. Something that hippo had done to him yesterday had left the lion unable to pull his attention away from his sack for more than a few minutes. His teenager orbs felt full of cum. He worried that if he didn't get off soon, they really might pop from the built up pressure. And it might have just been his imagination, but his cock felt far more sensitive than before. The bull's hands felt so amazingly good and the man called Tom clearly wasn't even trying that hard.

"Alright, you're ready," the bull confirmed. "Let's get out there and put on a show. Just ignore the people, take your time, and seed the geldings deep. Remember -- you're their stallion. They owe you respect and it's their duty to give you a warm, tight place to spend your seed."

As Mathew was helped off the horse-dildo, he tried to turn his mind back to escape. To rescue. To finding a way to get off this insane ranch, filled with crazy people who insisted on treating him like some kind of animal. But he was too horny to think. And every step he took in the dirt made his rock-hard shaft swing left and right, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot up his spine and down into his balls.

The lion slowed down when they got to the entrance of the stable, not wanting to be seen by the men the bull promised were out there. The bull must have been expecting this, because Tom just grabbed the youth's erection and pulled, using the needy pole as a makeshift leash. Mathew had no choice but to follow along, not willing to have his dick tugged off at the root.

Sure enough, there were at least a half dozen men outside. Some in ranch-hand outfits, some in guard uniforms. They cheered and clapped as Clopper made his debut appearance. The muted, naked stallion blushed at the intense humiliation brought on by his lewd exposure. The boy would have turned away had the bull's strong grip on his dick not held him in place.

"Pay them no mind," the man repeated, as he pulled Mathew into the center of the outside pen. The men watching were outside this penned area, some leaning against the wooden fence and one lithe handler wearing a cowboy hat sitting atop it.

In the center of the pen were the three promised ponies. The geldings. Clopper tried to remember their names. Carrot... Bandit... and Randy? No, it was Lusty. And all three were looking right at him.

Deeply ashamed at his appearance and circumstances, the lion was unable to meet their gaze. But even avoiding direct eye contact, he could see how interested the three boys were in him. Or was it more than simple, benign interest? Yes... something in their expression and in their body language spoke of a need Mathew couldn't understand. Their expressions were that of starving men. And he was to be the meal these desperate boys had been forced to wait days for.

All three of the other ponies had growing, twitching erections jutting out before them. Clopper felt sick to his stomach when he saw that not one of them had the expected accompanying sack beneath their straining cocks. They really were geldings. And yet, their sex drive was somehow intact.

No, not just intact. Enhanced. Artificially supplemented. That hippo-doctor-quack had them juiced up on drugs and injections that made them not only eager for sex but desperate for it. Specifically, sex from him. These three other guys were addicted to getting fucked by their stallion. To getting bred.

It must have been a very powerful addiction he considered, but all three of the youths looked desperately at him. Their eyes filled with need, the other boys watched him closely. They probably would be licking their lips in anticipation if it weren't for the leather bits in their mouths.

Tom stopped a few feet short of the trio and said, "Clopper, meet your herd. This here is Carrot on the left. He's the longest serving pony on the ranch, so he gets to go first. There in the middle is Bandit. He likes it rough, so feel free to go extra hard on him. Finally, we have Lusty. This fox is a bit of a walking stereotype because I ain't never seen another pony so happy to be fucked. He's real popular among the handlers. Guess it's a fox thing."

Lusty had the decency to blush and look down at his hooves in embarrassment at the 'compliment'. But the dirty talk did no harm to the boy's fox-hood which bobbed and bounced around even more than it had before.

"Alright ladies, let's give your new man the traditional new-stallion greeting, yeah?"

In unison, all three of the geldings slid to their knees before shuffling forward towards Mathew, The lion tried to back away but Tom's arm was around his shoulders, holding the stallion in place.

Seconds later, Clopper felt three tongues leaving warm wet streaks up and down his maleness. The gelding's tongues poked past their bit as they took in their stallion's taste. Not even his balls were spared as the trio worked to ensure that every square inch of his flesh was licked and tasted.

Mathew would have moaned in pleasure, had his vocal cords still worked.

"Don't mind them -- they're just taking in their new stallion's scent. A bit of a break-the-ice tradition we have here on the ranch. This is just these laddies ways of letting you know that your cock is now the warm, hard center of their universe. That's no exaggeration, either. I've known these pony-sluts for years and you can take my word for it: Your pole will be the first things these girls think about when they wake up in the morning, and the last thing they think about before they fall asleep at night. Even in the dead of night, these geldings' dreams are gonna be filled with vivid dreams of you fucking them. Isn't that right, Lusty?"

The kneeling fox looked up at the bull with half-lidded eyes, glassy with some combination of need and pleasure. Whatever shame Lusty had been feeling before had been subsumed and replaced by what Clopper's cock was doing to him. The fox pressed his dexterous tongue into Mathew's piss-slit, as if demanding the lion's cockhead produce more pre-seed for him to taste.

"Okay, enough of that," Tom said, shooing the three away. "Bend over and present. Show Clopper your winking holes and maybe he'll be sweet enough to oblige y'all. It's been long enough since you three were bred so I'm sure you're more than ready for it."

Getting back up on their hooves, the three geldings turned around and bent over, exposing their back-sides to the lion. Mercifully, the puckered holes all looked clean.

The chief handler must have noticed Clopper's expression because he laughed.

"Don't worry, our ponies receive regular enemas. Probably far more often and far larger than you ponies would prefer, as I'm sure you'll find out."

Taking his arm off the stallion, Tom slapped a the lion on the ass a bit roughly and encouraged, "Okay, on to business. Just ignore the crowd and let nature take its course. Bury that pony dick nice and deep."

Suddenly Mathew was newly aware of the men on and around the pen. In the span of the ponies' introduction they must have caught the eye of other nearby folks because now there were a good two dozen people around, some talking quietly among themselves but all watching Clopper. The teenager wanted to turn and hide but they stood on all sides. With the chief handler right there to stop him, there was nowhere Mathew could go to escape their eyes.

And now he was supposed to put on a show for them. He was suppose to fuck three other boys he'd never met before. Three slaves who, just like him, couldn't talk. Three slaves who, unlike him, had their arms removed. These three pitiful lads would never again scratch their face, bring a glass of water to their lips, or jerk off. And if Mathew didn't escape this evil place very, very soon, he'd be in the same exact boat as them. To include having his balls removed some years down the line.

The chief handler saw Clopper's stage fright and moved in to whisper privately to the teenager.

"Hey there, champ. You're getting yourself worked up for nothing. All you have to do is walk up to Carrot, slide the first few inches in, and the rest will take care of itself. I promise you, it's that easy. Two steps forward, and push in. So go ahead and do it, before you lose your nerve."

It didn't sound easy to the lion but it was becoming obvious that things were only going to get worse for him if he didn't play along. So on semi-auto-pilot, Mathew stepped up behind the mouse and looked down.

Carrot's legs were trembling, but whether from fear or anticipation, the teenager wasn't sure. Likewise, the mouse's tail was hiked up and twitching about. The other boy's pink hole was completely exposed and quivering. Clopper saw a glimmer of liquid at the youth's backdoor and realized the handlers must have already taken care of lubing the mouse.

The longest-serving gelding must have sensed the stallion's presence because he pushed his ass further up and back. That's when Clopper realized the substantial size difference between him and the mouse. He must have been nearly twice the other lad's size. The lion had to lower his hips somewhat to make the angles work.

Mathew could sense all the people staring at him but did his best to block them out as he aligned his cock, found his mark, and pushed forward.

And just like that, four inches of his jutting stallionhood was buried in the gelding. Clopper would have moaned out in pleasure had he been capable of generating sound. Carrot was similarly affected, the mouse's eyes rolling back into his head in pleasure as his medical-procedure-enhanced hole was stretched wide.

Carrot wasn't worried about the lion's impressive size because he'd spent the last three years getting drilled by the previous stallion, Tight-end. The canine's breeding equipment was not only longer and thicker than the lion's, but the doberman had been an aggressive top who often insisted his geldings take his massive knot. This meant that even when the lion's self-control slipped and the teenager pushed all eight inches into the mouse, Carrot was able to accommodate the younger boy's arousal.

From that point on, events continued just as Tom had predicted. The two boys were far too horny and pent up to hold back as they pushed towards one another. A few seconds later the duo settled into a rhythm as the audience once more cheered and clapped. So caught up in how amazing his wonderfully squeezed cock felt, Mathew barely even heard them.

Nearby, coolers were opened and beer was passed around and an informal celebration got underway. A new pony had taken up the mantle of 'stallion' and the ranch employees couldn't have been happier. If for no other reason that this meant their jobs and their income were secure for at least another three years.

Sunset Ranch existed to serve the whims and pleasure of the property's owner and master, the equine named Mr. Brandt. A new stallion meant that the wealthy man was sure to continue investing in the ranch which had been poverty stricken prior to the man swooping in and purchasing the entire area all those years ago.

Most of the ranch's staff was sourced locally and they all remembered how things had been before Mr. Brandt. Food had been scarce, medical supplies non-existence, and many babies didn't survive to childhood. But the horse and his peculiar... hobbies had changed all that. Now the community had hope, and the people of that community had a future.

A future which would shine bright as long as Mr. Brandt was kept happy. And so this inaugural breeding between stallion and gelding held great significance for the people of Sunset Ranch. Because it meant three more years of prosperity and happiness for their families. Three more years that the community would have its civic projects funded such as the local library and the man-made water reservoir. Three more years that their grown children could pay for college, room, and board at far-away elite education centers.

That wasn't to say there weren't mixed feelings or misgivings on the subject of a young boy having his own future ripped away from him as he was transformed into a sexual beast. Many of the staff still felt uncomfortable about the ranch's dark secrets. But they had been asked to pick between their families and a few young strangers. To pick between their community and a single boy they'd never met before. Every single one of the ranch staff had made their choice. A choice they repeated every three years as they continued to serve Mr. Brandt's whims.

The Sunset Ranch community would keep Mr. Brandt's secrets. And in return the generous, smiling Mr. Brandt would ensure a bright future for hundreds of people.

The crowd, which had now grown to over three dozen people, cheered and drank as Clopper sweated and fucked. The lion's own world had shrunk down to a focused awareness of the tightness which gripped his cock. Carrot pushed back against the powerful thrusts, the mouse's legs beginning to burn with the effort of holding himself up as the stallion bred him.

Carrot experienced white-hot pleasure as he was fucked, but this pleasure was tempered with the agonizing need for the drug which was locked away in the lion's heavy sack. The mouse needed relief more than he needed air, water, or sunlight. Or, at least it felt like he did.

Unable to speak, an unspoken mantra was repeated in the mouse's head even as he grunted silently as his tail curled around the lion's waist.

'Please cum! Please cum! Please cum! Hurry! Hurry, please! Please cum!"

The addiction to stallion cum was always worst right before it was satisfied. Years ago Carrot had hated how the addictive need turned him into a mindless, wanton slut during breeding sessions. But now the gelding merely accepted it as a harsh reality of life, just as he had accepted so many other trials and tribulations fostered upon him.

It wasn't so bad as long as you got fucked by the ranch's stallion every other day or so. But anything longer than two days meant living in perpetual, undiminishing blue-balled agony until you got fucked. A feeling that was made worse and intensified when you were forced to watch as other geldings got fucked and 'fed' while the handlers made you go without.

While he was getting bred, Carrot wasn't capable of much in the way of deep or complex thought. But while they had been waiting in the pen, the mouse's heart had gone out to Lusty who hadn't been fucked in nearly a week.

The poor fox had tripped during a race and come in dead-last by a large margin. Predictably, this had infuriated their owner and master, Mr. Brandt, who had then instructed his chief handler to place Lusty on a severe punishment detail.

Which, in addition to many other punishments both large and small, meant that Lusty's addiction for thick, juicy stallion cock hadn't been fed or satisfied in six days. Six days of ever-growing desperation. Six days of horniness, which had turned into blue-balls, which had subsequently turned into what could only be described as a desperate fuck-lust.

Carrot had seen Lusty mounted in his stable at night, tears of frustration pouring down his face as his ignored member flexed uselessly in front of him. It had gotten so bad that Tom had actually come in to comfort the boy, telling him to "hold on just a little longer" because he would "get introduced to the new stallion real soon like."

Just a few feet away, Lusty was sweating nearly as hard as Carrot was. He knew better than to pick his head up and watch the two other ponies, but he listened carefully as they fucked. It was almost unbearably hard to maintain his composure as Carrot got what he was so desperate for.

It wasn't fair! The mouse had been 'fed' just a couple days ago when an artificial stallion cock had been used to deposit the synthetic cum up his hole. Lusty had been forced to watch this process as the veteran mouse had looked straight back at him, blushing as he was forced to take the too-thick dildo up his hole.

Lusty had tried to look away during the procedure only to get a firm slap across the face from handler Tom.

"Mr. Brandt wants you two looking into each other's pretty eyes while Carrot is fed," the bull had said at the time.

Now Carrot was getting 'fed' again, this time by a real stallion with a real, wonderful, thick cock. It wasn't fair, the fox thought! He should be first to get fucked! Not last! Lusty hated the cruel bull who always seemed to go out of his way to make life hard on him.

So Lusty listened and sweated as he waited, the sound of flesh-on-flesh music to his ears. Just a few more minutes... A few more minutes and he'd be riding high, rainbow star-bursts of pleasure exploding inside his head.

The fox's breath caught in his chest as he heard a fresh cheer go up from the crowd. That had to mean that the stallion was cumming in his gelding. Mission accomplished. What this meant for Lusty is that there was only one more pony between him and the lion.

He didn't know the first thing about the new stallion. Where the boy came from or how he'd been captured. Lusty didn't know if the lion was a nice guy or an asshole. And after going almost a week without being 'fed', the fox didn't care.

The new stallion could have been a fifty-year old serial killer with a beer belly for all he cared and Lusty still would have gladly bent over for him. Because geldings didn't have the liberty of being picky. Sunset Ranch's geldings were trained and tailored to need their stallion, end of story. Lusty appreciated that the new stallion was young and handsome with a good looking cock. But it hardly mattered. All that mattered was that the drug housed inside the lion's sack got pumped nice and deep inside his hole.

Lusty kept his tail hiked as he heard the lion approach the bunny to his left. His legs quivered in anticipation as he saw the lion press forward into Bandit out of the corner of his eye.

The fox turned his head slightly to see the bunny's expression. Sure enough, it had transformed from one of anticipation to an expression of pure delight. Just like the other geldings, the bunny had been pavlovian-ly trained through repetition and addiction to crave his stallion's attention.

He'd always suspected that the bunny was straight but when it came to the relationship between gelding and stallion, sexual preference had nothing to do with it. Bandit could be the straightest bunny in the world and he would still sigh in relief as his stallion pressed his beefy cock under his cotton-tail. Because that was how Mr. Brandt decided things should be.

Of course, that did mean that Bandit was far less happy about having to serve the other staff on the ranch. The gelding might have been hard-wired to crave his stallion, but going down on the chief handler was another matter entirely. There was nothing magical or special about going down on that gruff jerk's cock. Lusty could attest to that fact personally.

Clopper and Bandit fell into rhythm as Lusty listened and watched. The bunny's face flickered between joy and need as he was filled and bred. For a brief moment Lusty thought he heard the bunny grunt in pleasure. But of course that was impossible because all the geldings had been rendered mute. The fox listened for a repeat of the noise but, not hearing another peep, dismissed the earlier sound as a figment of his imagination.

The seconds ticked by, turning into minutes as lion-flesh jabbed into bunny-ass. That's when Lusty's keen ears picked up the distinct sound a well-lubed cock makes when it's shoved inside another male.

A moment later, Lusty's body went cold as he realized that none of the handlers had lubed him. Those assholes! Those motherfucking shit-bags! The fox raged quietly as he decided that it couldn't have been by accident. He was still being punished and someone had decided he should take the new stallion dry.

Not completely dry, thankfully. The lion would have whatever lube he had left over from fucking Bandit, plus the plentiful cum that he'd produce upon seeding the bunny. So it would be fine, then. No problem.

That was what Lusty was thinking about as the lion began to cream his second gelding. Lusty's heart raced in his chest. Finally, it was his turn. Blessed release!

What happened next seemed to occur in near slow-motion, so intense was the fox's anticipation.

The new stallion stepped up behind him (Clopper. He thought the boy might have been called Clopper.). Then he felt the lion's sizable but no longer rock-hard erection bounce around his ass and tail, until eventually (and with agonizing slowness) it became nestled between his cheeks. Finally, the fox felt the familiar sense of pressure begin to mount on his hole. Then the stallion began to push forward and--

"Hold up there a moment, Clopper," Tom said, grabbing the stallion by his tender balls and pulling him back a step.

Lusty was stunned. What was happening? Was his turn getting stolen from him? No! No!!

"Calm down there, Lusty. You're still next, just like I promised. Clopper is just a bit too messy down there, so let me clean him up for you."

The fox's heart seized in his chest. The lube. The asshole handler was cleaning all the lube off the lion's cock. Lusty looked back and saw that his suspicions were confirmed. The lion would be going in dry. Or damn near close to it.

"There ya go, Clopper. All cleaned up. Have at it."

A few seconds later the fox felt the stallion's warm thickness once more. Except whereas before it had felt damp and slick, now it radiated a hot dryness. The over-sexed lion didn't seem to notice or care as the pressure started building back up.

But long past the point where the stallion member should have slipped within him, Lusty felt his dry ring resist and pushback. A terrible burning set in as the pressure grew and grew. Just when the fox thought he couldn't bear it any longer, there was a popping sensation as eight inches of stallionhood crammed inside him at all once.

The fox screamed in silence as his whole body went stiff. Worse yet, he wasn't given any time to process or cope with the pain as the inexperienced teenager immediately set to breeding him.

The pain was so great that Lusty barely heard the handler who had come past his right side to whisper in his head.

"Mr. Brandt told me to tell you that, unless you want this to be a regular experience, he suggests you never again embarrass him like that during a race. I trust his message is being received loud and clear, fox. Losing a race is one thing. But embarrassing the boss is just foolishness."

It hadn't been his fault, Lusty wanted to scream at the bull! It was that defective hoof that the other cheap-ass handler had seen, examined, and then decided to put on him anyway! The fox had even tried resisting when the ferret had begun putting the boot on him. Only to get a large squirt of jalapeno juice up his hole for his trouble.

In the end, the defective boot had given way at the worst possible moment. Right in the middle of a pony race with him in the lead while Mr. Brandt watched from his air-conditioned booth.

Later that evening the bull had examined the boot to see if something might have gone wrong, but spotted nothing. Because that fucking ferret had swapped out the boot just an hour before to hide his mistake. So Lusty was left 'holding the bag' with no excuse to protect him from his master's fury.

And now the fox was paying the price.

Clopper's unit was smaller than Tight-ends, but without lube it felt like a battering ram was forced up his rear. Or a phone pole. Or maybe a skinny guy's fist. The point was, it hurt and it burned and it made Lusty's eyes water.

But it also felt so, so good. No, it felt amazing. The fox's own member flopped around beneath him in response to the thrusts and the surge of pleasure he was experiencing.

He was wrong, Clopper wasn't a lion. Clopper was a sex god! A half-god half-mortal in the likes of Hercules, but made to fuck! Mercifully, the stallion was producing copious precum and so it wasn't long before the thrusts became buttery and smooth.

In short order Lusty lived up to his namesake, losing all self control as he pushed back against this wonderful, gorgeous boy who was filling him up so good. It felt so good, the fox's member pulsed and danced as it threatened to blow gelding-splooge across the dirt ground.

And Lusty was moments away from doing just that when Clopper beat him to the punch. Squirting deep within him, the lion came for the third and final time that day, blowing his reduced but still substantial load between the fox's cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" the slutty fox mentally cried out, tears of relief trickling out of his clenched eyes as he felt a sensation of what could only be described as pure light grow from under his tail.

And then he felt the stallion pull out.

"No, wait!" Lusty tried and failed to scream, pushing his ass backward in a futile attempt to recapture the lion's still squirting cock.

"God damnit, Clopper," Tom chastised, slapping the stallion right on the sack with his open palm. In response, the lion fell onto the ground on his back, his legs writhing in pain even as his member continued to spew and squirt in random directions.

"I said stay in the geldings while you are cumming. Is that really so fucking hard? Fuckin' Christ."

But it was too late and the damage was done. Clopper's precious load, worth more than pure gold as far as Lusty was concerned, was squirting out over his thighs and onto the dirt. A complete and utter waste. The fox was devastated. The lion was also in severe pain, but the fox was so angry and frustrated in that moment that he wished the bull had struck the stupid stallion harder. That careless moron deserved to writhe in pain!

The fucking idiot breeder had ONE job! One! Uno! Singular! Lusty cried in the dirt, his powerful addiction gently scratched but not at all satisfied. He'd been so close. So close! It wasn't fair!

Now he'd have to wait all over again. A couple of days? Another week? He had no way of knowing. The only thing the fox knew for sure was that each extra day would be a whole new fresh hell for him to endure.

Tom, for his part, sighed, crossed his powerful arms, and took the pitiful sight in.

He had no way of knowing what it was like for the geldings to become this addicted to stallion cum, but he could tell it must have been a pretty unpleasant experience based on this occurrence and on previous observations.

Finally, Tom took pity on Lusty. The fox had gone through enough this week. Time to cut the gelding a little slack.

"Alright, let's try again. Lusty, get back on your feet. Clopper, this time fuck him right or I'm going to use your balls as my personal punching bag before I go to bed tonight. You hear me, boy?"

Clopper looked up at the bull and blinked. Then he shook his head. He tried to speak but couldn't form the words. But if he could have talked he would have attempted to explain to the cruel bull that he was fucked out. His balls had already been near empty by the time he started plowing the fox and, after the last orgasm, he was now bone dry. Spent. Empty!

Plus, he was in pain now and in no mood for sex. So fucking the fox again was just out of the question! But the bull didn't care and wasn't in the business of accepting excuses from ponies -- stallion or not.

"Perhaps you're under the mistaken impression that this was a request, Clopper. If so, I'm happy to clarify the point. Get that teenage ass of yours behind Lusty and get to pumping. Right fuckin' now. I don't care if it takes you an hour to cum. In fact, I'd be glad if it does. Pain is a teacher and here's the lesson that I want drilled into your brain: Never, ever, ever waste your cum on the ground."

Lusty was already in position by this time, looking back at the lion with angry, greedy eyes. He'd waited long enough already. Too long! He wanted his stallion cum! The fox wanted to fly high like the birds while he tasted the rainbow. He wanted the half-hour of pure joy that came with getting bred. And most of all, he wanted the endless pain of his addiction to stop.

Eventually managing to get back onto his feet, the exhausted lion looked at the fox's raised tail. Not with keen interest as he had minutes before, but with dread. When he'd been horny, the other boy's rear had looked like an exciting party that he'd been invited to. Now that he was tapped out, that same ass now looked like a steep mountain trail that he was being forced to climb.

Clopper sighed, and looked back at the bull with puppy-dog eyes.

In response the bull pulled the riding crop out from his belt, his large hand gripping the leather handle as he shot the lion a hard, uncompromising look.

"Being the ranch's stallion isn't all fun and games, Clopper," the bull intoned. "Sometimes it's long days, hard work, achy legs, sweaty fur, and sore balls. Now, get to work."

A few moments later, when Clopper penetrated Lusty for the second time, the crowd erupted in another loud series of cheers as they hooted, hollered, and whistled.

By the time the show was over thirty minutes later, Lusty was riding high once again thinking what a nice, lovely, sexy boy Clopper was. The cum-addicted fox was glad that he'd been gifted such a well-endowed and handsome stud to breed him. He was already fantasizing about the next time the cute teenager would slide that prize sausage inside him. The fox smiled dreamily, thinking how lucky he was, all things considered, as his own member continued to go ignored.

Clopper, on the other hand, was dead tired. So much so that he was actually grateful when the bull took his spent, half-hard member in hand and escorted him out of sight of all those perverts who had been cheering and calling out that shameful name he'd been burdened with. Clopper.

The lion was so exhausted he didn't pay much attention as he was brought into a private room and strapped down onto a table, his maned head hanging backwards off the padded edge.

But he started paying attention again when the bull began slowly peeling off his clothing, one article at a time. Eventually the middle-aged chief handler stood naked before him, giant erection jutting out like a veined weapon. Aware that he had no means to defend himself against the man, the teenager suddenly felt very, very scared.

"Not bad for a first go, kid. But now daddy-bull is going to show you how a real man fucks. Hope you worked up an appetite with all that fuckin' because papa's got a big warm meal for ya."

Taking his favorite ring gag off the wall, the bull approached the squirming wide-eyed lion whose shouts went unheard and unheeded.