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Master sat behind a table, frowning at numbers on a screen. He'd been there for a while now, ever since calling Crewpup Eighteen into his office. He'd not invited the pup to sit, and so he stood. Crewpups were used to standing until permitted to rest.

The room was warm, and the metal of his cage felt snug and right against his perpetually flaccid little penis. It dripped pre-cum endlessly, trained to respond to the constant state of heightened arousal that was Crewpup existence. He liked to call it his clit. An actual one would be nicer, but this was as close as he could get. That, and asking the many stallions who made use of him to call him "her", or "bitch", or "slut"...preferably while they were using his ass like it was just another horny bitch's pussy. The stallions, for their part, liked doing that very much. She could see the lust ignite in their eyes when she begged them to fuck their mare harder. She liked to think of it as her unique little contribution to the Crewpup ranch.

Eventually, Master released a long, slow sigh. "Nine point eight two," he said stonily.

Eighteen whined in dismay, her ears flattening against her skull. Master did not need to explain further. There was only one number that mattered to the Crewpups, after the number of horse loads they'd taken: the rating earned by videos of the Crewpups on OnlyStuds that week.

"It's fucking embarrassing!" Master yelled. Which was a given. The Crewpups had only one job, and if they could not perform to expectations, what was their worth?

The anthro stallion leaned across the table and glared at Eighteen as if she was personally responsible. "Down point one three over last month!" She was not, but it didn't matter. The Crewpups were a team. If one failed, they all failed--and if Master said they had failed, then they had. It was axiomatic. All that remained was to make it right.

Master was still talking, making sure she understood. "That channel of the fucking sergals who dress up like Dalmatians and pretend to play fetch before all fucking one another with horse toys has nine point eight eight!" His palm slammed the table. "Sergals! Fuckin' cheese is beating me!" He struggled to speak. "So. Explain to me--if you can--how it is that I own not only a stable of over thirty prime, hand-picked stallions of every variety imaginable, but a kennel of seventy supposedly well-trained pups who live solely to pleasure them...and yet I cannot get a better rating than gouda with a Chance stuck onto it on OnlyStuds!?"

The question, the pup knew, was rhetorical. The shame was cosmic in scale. The bitch wanted to drop to the carpet, to grovel, whimper, beg for forgiveness. But that wouldn't solve anything. This had to be remedied, not apologised for.

She dared to open her mouth to attempt to begin making a start of an apology, but a single sweep of Master's hand stopped that ill-fated attempt at independent thought before it could, inevitably, fail.

"Silence."

Master's stare drilled into the cowed pup like the premonition of horsecock, and his eyes glittered as they dropped to stare at her cage. "Turn," he commanded, and she did so, raising her tail as well to allow Master to see what he doubtless wished to. "When last did that bitch pussy get bred?" he demanded. "And did you cum?"

Eighteen squirmed, immediately starting to drip more. After years of training, one horny sentence was all it took to activate a Crewpup. "This...morning, Master," she said softly. "Harkness and Leonine t-took turns filling me..." She had to pause for breath, her flat chest heaving, as the memories rushed back. The tall racing studs had joshed with one another as they took turns on her, daring one other to fuck her even harder than the other. She could still feel the wonderful numbness left over from the ferocity of their breeding, and her only regret was that she did not truly have a pussy for them to use as well. Being fucked in both holes at once by those amazing studs would have been even more wonderful...

Master's impatient finger-snapping arrested her daydreaming, making her gulp and look down at the ground in shame. "Did you cum?" he repeated.

"No, Master." She dropped a hand to the caged nub she called her clit, oozing pre-cum over the metal cage that restrained her unused, unnecessary sex.

Master snorted, seemingly satisfied, then opened a drawer and dug around. He retrieved something and threw it at the Crewpup, who flinched and caught it with both hands. It was a key.

Master pointed at something outside the office. "Fetch the new harness from the kennels and bring it and Tabasco to the filming stables--"

"T-Tabasco?" she blurted. She'd not meant to interrupt, but that name had awoken some very fiery memories.

Master glared at her. "Did I stutter?"

"No! No, Master. S-Sorry." Tabasco was, in truth, one of her crushes. On a ranch filled with some of the most prime specimens of stallionhood alive, Tabasco stood out. He was one of their ferals: a huge chestnut Friesian draft in the absolute prime of his life. After a two-year stint breaking records and biting flanks on the quad-racing circuit, Master had bought him to stud out for profit. But even with the constant stream of mares that showed up to receive his foals, Tabasco's libido was barely tested. A rotating group of four Crewpups was permanently assigned to keeping him happy. It was a very in-demand assignment.

"...to the filming stables. Expect to be there for twelve hours."

"T...tw..." Eighteen felt faint, and her pussy clenched tight. Twelve hours was more than double the length of the longest livestream they'd done to date. And with Tabasco? He was so huge...would she really be able to--?

"Why the fuck are you still here, pup?"

Eighteen hurried outside and headed to the pup kennels. The interior was full of pups training on toys, as always, but for once, she didn't even spare them a lustful look. A back room stored all the more exotic gear the pups used, and packed neatly in one cupboard was an assemblage of padded nylon straps and metal clasps. She grabbed it and hurried back out of the kennels, heading towards the pastures next. Every step she took left a drop or two of wetness on the ground, like a trail for any horny stallion to follow.

Which made it no surprise when one of them did exactly that. Rackett: one of the newer stallions. A tall, lean glass of piebald stallion with a cock like a thick pink sausage. He was flehmening already as he hurried towards her, and Eighteen moaned at the size of the bulge he was openly groping in his nylon racing pants.

Rackett smirked when he reached her and slipped a long arm around her shoulders. He smelled of warm grass and fresh cum. "How's my favourite bitch?" he murmured, his lips teasing at her ear as one hand slipped down to grope her ass. "Come to let ol' Rackett breed your pussy for lunch?" He snorted into her hair. "Good girl," he husked. "I heard Harkness and Leonine going at you hard over breakfast, huh? Bet you're still full of them..." His fingers found her hole and slipped inside eagerly, making the stallion growl. "Yeah...fuck, yeah...such a wet slut..."

Eighteen stood still, frozen by indecision. Rule one of Crewpup employment was unambiguous: the stallions are the masters. Always. And Master had commanded her to bring him the strap and Tabasco to him, and he would be expecting her. B-but now Rackett was here, too, and she couldn't say no to a stallion, she literally couldn't, it was impossible...

The choice was made for her. Rackett slid up behind her, his hard cock pressing into her soft flesh, and with a grunt slid into her pussy as easily as if it was the real thing. She groaned and shivered, almost dropping the harness, but the stallion's arms wrapped around her for grip, and she sighed and let him have his way.

She was a Crewpup, after all, and so she must serve.

Rackett was excessively horny that day and didn't seem interested in dragging out his pleasure. He tucked his head in against the pup's neck, snorting hard on every thrust. His twenty-two inches were of a size with the cocks she'd taken that morning, and he got to enjoy a snug fit when hilted. His happy whinnies made it clear she was doing well, but she clenched as hard as she could against his length to make sure. The rough thrusts knocked against her prostate and made her clit squirt wildly--and when Rackett's teeth nipped her skin, her legs gave in entirely. The stallion, still gripping her like a small, soft body pillow, didn't even notice. His thrusts accelerated along with his breathing until--with a swelling of the flare she could feel pressing out her belly--he whinnied his climax, filling her pussy with warm, wonderful horsecum.

She sagged when he pulled out, but he'd already lost interest. Wiping some sweat from his face, he glanced down at her to make sure he'd left a mark of his breeding on his makeshift mare, then grunted and walked off, cum-covered cock still loose and swinging. The stallion was sated, and there was nothing else for him to do here.

Eighteen swayed for a moment, her hole still throbbing in a way only stallion cock could cause, then gathered her senses and continued on to the pastures, legs only slightly wobbly. Of course, Master would be angry that she took so long, but she would have to explain and hope he understood.

She reached Tabasco's field and rang the small bell next to the gate to draw his attention. He was trained to know what that bell meant. Not food or brushes...but what he needed the most, all the time. A good, hard fuck.

Moments later, the stallion appeared from around a shed, thundering along the loamy ground towards the bitchpup like a vast red engine of war. He was immense; she reached only to his lower shoulder, and just one of his hooves was as large as her head. His muscles flexed and strained under his skin, and his massive head was locked onto the interesting-smelling little mare that had come to visit him with an almost predatory look.

The bitch had long since ceased to focus on that end of him, though.

The stallion's gigantic black balls were easily each ten times the size of the sad little nuggets that slept under her own clit. Swaying in their big, veiny sack, they looked like two delicious fruits: fruit that held nectar sweeter than any other she had tasted. The thought that she was about to get a chance to do that for over ten hours straight made her flush--and seeing the prepuce just ahead of the heavy colt carriers only made her neediness worse. Her pussy was clenching and unclenching constantly now, the memory of Rackett already forgotten. Her slut-hole wanted to be filled again. It wanted to be bred, fucked, dominated by the gods of sex that roamed this place. And as if the stallion could read her mind, the tool of her pending domination began to drop right before her eyes.

Completely mesmerised by the size of the monster unrolling before her, the bitch stood unmoving. She had seen the immense stallion before in all his glory, but her memory--as if disbelieving of what it had experienced the first time--had made her recall him as being smaller than...this. Her breathing grew shallow as she tried to accept that the cock before her--already as thick as both her thin arms together--was his actual size. And it...all of it...was going to fill her pussy. Part of her shrank away from the idea, deciding it was impossible, unachievable...while the rest hurled itself at the concept with ravenous intensity.

Eighteen quickly opened the gate and clipped a lead onto Tabasco's bridle, clicking at the horse and turning to head back to the filming stable. A single snort behind her was followed by a cold nose probing her exposed, cum-soaked pussy, making her jump. The hot tongue that followed, licking up the dribble of Rackett's semen oozing out of her, made her moan. A big part of her wanted to just drop everything right here, bend over, and let the stud mount her out in the field for all the other stallions to see...but Master would not like that at all. And neither would the viewers. So the quicker she got back to Master, the faster she and Tabasco could both get what they wanted.

Hours and hours of fierce, deep breeding.

By the time she reached the filming stable--a stable with one wall removed to improve light and camera angles--she was panting with need. Evidence of what she desired, of what thoughts were filling her head, ran down her leg. Her dilated eyes blinked under the bright studio lights, and when Master stormed over and grabbed the harness out of her hands, she simply moaned and looked up at him with needy eyes.

"Where the fuck were you?" Master demanded.

The bitch squirmed under Master's unrelenting look. "I...Rackett...h-he..."

Master growled in frustration and rolled his eyes, then pointed at Tabasco. "Bring him."

Eighteen led Tabasco to the centre of the stable, where fresh water and some hay awaited him, should he need refreshment during the proceedings. She was unable to resist fondling him as she turned away. His sheath felt hot, and silky, and full. His cock had withdrawn again as if he was teasing her, and she lusted for another glimpse of what lay inside.

"Cameras!" Master snapped.

She nodded and hurried around the stable, making sure all the cameras were positioned correctly. Tabasco was covered from every angle, including one aimed squarely up from behind his hind legs to capture every flex, thrust and clench of his thighs and asshole.

When the cameras were checked, Master pulled her roughly towards himself and began strapping her into the harness, tightening the straps until there was no chance of slipping loose of the bonds without someone helping her. Every tug made her squeak and breathe more heavily, even as her heart rate slowed. The restraints were comforting. Less freedom to move meant less chance to do anything that the horses she served did not desire. With every passing second, she was becoming more their toy, their mare, their willing, unprotesting fuckhole. This was Crewpup heaven.

When Master was done strapping her in, he pushed her towards Tabasco. "Under," he commanded. She slid under the feral's big belly, face towards his front legs, pussy towards the rear. Her locked clit continued to drool, beginning to form a tiny puddle on the floor. A miniscule imitation of the veritable sea that Tabasco could equal--and outdo!--with only a little work, no doubt. She would try hard to make it real.

The straps around her grew suddenly taut as Master pulled on them to fasten them over the horse's back, and Eighteen found herself lifted into the air. She did not weigh much, and Master was very strong. Her back met the horse's belly, she shifted about as Master settled things...and then she was in position.

Master stepped back and took it all in. The massive feral stallion, head turned to sniff at the familiar weight fastened under him. The lithe pup--the bitch, as she liked to be called--panting in her harness, ready for her big show. And the long length of stallion cock growing down from Tabasco's sheath, the dark, glistening monster that looked too big to fit inside anyone...but would fit inside a mare.

A mare of any flavour.

Master walked over to a keyboard and tapped a button. A screen on the wall lit up with a viewer count: eight hundred and thirty-two. That was nothing, though; a regular day's stream. They'd need to crack ten thousand to beat the sergals.

Master faced the single active camera, pointed away from Tabasco, and addressed the viewers with a smirk. "Welcome to today's stream, everyone. Glad to have you. The Crewpups have something different for you today. Something...you can't get anywhere else." He paused for effect. "You watch the Crewpups to see the absolute biggest dicks, fucking the absolute sluttiest holes. To get your rocks off to the horniest, subbiest pups anywhere...and their infinite lust for horsecock."

He tapped a second button, and the wide shot of Tabasco and Eighteen came to life. "So, today," he said, "we've taken what you like best about the Crewpups and run with it." He pointed at the big stallion. "Meet Tabasco," he said. "The biggest, longest, girthiest stallion on the Crewpup ranch. He's twenty-nine inches long, boys, and thicker than your leg. And Crewpup Eighteen..." He walked over with a camera, giving the viewers a clear view of the bitch-mare's hole and the cum oozing from it. "The bitchpup-turned-mare who will attempt to satisfy this magnificent stallion's barbarous lusts. Already fucked three times today by needy stallions around the ranch, and not even close to being satisfied, she turns to Tabasco to try to quench the raging fire in her loins. To feel for herself the ultimate prick, the breeding stallion fuckstick that has sired countless foals in countless mares."

He pushed the camera underneath to focus on Eighteen's tiny locked penis. "As always, the pup is locked. The pup is not here for their own pleasure. Their pleasure is irrelevant. The pup is a tool, and the pup only exists to serve--and only stallions."

He flicked the handheld camera around to his own face. "And if you're wondering how this is different from our usual streams..." He grinned. "Today, this bitch will serve her stallion master...for twelve hours." He paused a moment to let the figure sink in, feeling smug as the view count jumped, then began gesticulating wildly. "That's right, dear viewers! Only on Crewpup TV, only here on OnlyStuds, only today can you watch twelve solid hours of Tabasco, the biggest dick in porn, breeding the ever-living fuck out of his bound mare's sloppy, hungry pussy with that gigantic dick you see right there!"

Panting, Master slammed another button. A close-up camera produced a full-screen view of the entirety of Tabasco's hanging cock to tease the viewers with, and down in the corner of the screen, a timer. Twelve hours and ten minutes; it was already ticking down. Master put down the handheld and walked over to Tabasco, putting a hand on the stud's colossal thigh and patting him, murmuring soft and familiar words to his prizewinning stud stallion.

Tabasco whinnied and clenched his cock, making it swing up and graze the bitchpup's thighs. Fixed in place beneath her soon-to-be lover, smelling his scent with every breath and feeling his heat every time his veiny belly pushed against her naked back, she had barely paid attention to a single word Master had said. Twelve hours had registered--and made her clit squirt anew--but beyond that, her brain had space for only a handful of thoughts. All of them centred around the pillar of flesh she felt teasing the soft skin of her thighs.

_It didn't matter how many times she did it. How many dicks were heedlessly thrust into her solely for their own pleasure, how many horses she brought to climax with the skills and muscles her Crewpup training had gifted her with. A part of her felt like it was the first time, every time. The first time being filled by a stallion's massive dick. Being stretched open by that tree branch of a cock, being pushed to the far edge of pleasure and beyond by the most incredible prick in the world. A fluttering little bird in her stomach sensed all of that--sensed the immensity of flesh about to be made intimate part of her--and faltered. It felt Tabasco's member lifting between her legs, the shaft slapping against her pussy, and it cried out. _

It's too big...!

How is he so massive...?

It can't fit...!

But her pussy was yelling too, far louder than the little bird...and the pussy always got what it wanted. Because that was the privilege and expectation of being a Crewpup.

She felt the stallion's flare against her pale skin again, but this time it wasn't just him slapping. Master had the monstrous cock in hand and was rubbing the drooling flare across her inner thighs and belly himself, leaving her marked by the stallion's scent and fluids. He even ground it against her tightly caged clit, a tiny, worthless bump in comparison to the vastness of the stallion's meat. The hot flesh touched her everywhere...

Almost everywhere.

Her pussy--ravaged multiple times that day already by wild, horny, insistent equines--quivered in need, swollen and glistening with leftover stallion seed. Master did not touch it once with the stud's cock. Not yet. She craved it more than air, but she understood. The viewers would have to wait to see that. To see Tabasco's giant, beautiful dick find her hole and slip all the way inside her in one instant motion, lubricated by the cum the lesser stallions had dumped in her. The mere thought of it made her head spin. She felt like she was in a trance, a wonderful dream. But what dream could possibly match this reality?

Master spoke. "Spread those pussy lips wide, bitch-mare," he growled. "Get ready for your Sir."

Through the haze of her trance, she whimpered with delight. Yes, yes, yes... It was time, almost time, for her Sir to have her. To begin the breeding that would continue as hard and as long as he wished it to. She had been selected to be his unfailing cocksleeve, his hot, warm fuck-tunnel, and she would not fail. Master had been disgraced before by a Crewpup's unacceptable performance on OnlyStuds; she would make sure that all anyone remembered was this fuck.

She reached back with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart, clenching and releasing to make the rosebud within flex. The beautiful, glistening pussy lips she was so proud of quivered and bulged, silently begging to be filled. She could hear Master moving about a little, no doubt giving the insatiable fans on the other side of the stream a good look at what Tabasco--at what Sir--was about to fuck. Her chest puffed up in pride. Let the watchers thirst and scream and bite their lips with jealousy...they could not have what she was about to have. Sir's godlike cock, for twelve hours, ruining her greedy Crewpup pussy.

She was no mare, but she would make sure Sir could not tell the difference.

Master's hand momentarily touched the pup's quivering pussy as he manoeuvred the camera around, making the bitch shudder and moan. The anthro stallion snorted and paused, staring at the impossibly inviting hole, unable to ignore the straining in his pants any longer. A hand dropped to loosen the buttons, and his cock--impressive by itself, but entirely overshadowed by the mountainous member between Tabasco's legs--sprung free, sending droplets of pre-cum flying off to splatter across Tabasco's thigh and stick there in the hair, glistening like diamonds.

His eyes drank in the sight of his pre-seed decorating the flawless coat of his sexiest stallion, then let them sink to instead gaze in horny delight at the huge, night-black cock hanging half-extended from its sheath. He had many other stallions, with better demeanours, better cum volumes...fuck, even better tastes. But none of them was close to Tabasco's size. The chestnut Friesian was the alpha on the ranch, and Master knew the thousands glued to their screens right now were jerking themselves off silly just to see him leering at the stud.

They would go berserk for what came next.

Groaning with restrained need, he dropped the handheld camera and took his cock in hand, stroking along its length, squeezing the hard flesh and clenching his throbbing balls. Part of him wanted to just give in and slide into the wannabe mare's hole right now, right next to Tabasco's cock, and fuck this submissive little bitch's horny horsecum-drenched pussy senseless as she hung helplessly under the massive feral stallion. Able to see and smell and hear her Sir...but only feeling Master inside her.

"Fuck," he growled to himself. This was the fucking problem with long setups: half the time, he ended up just fucking the Crewpup himself. But he had to make an effort this time and make the stream live up to his promises. The viewers didn't want to see him fucking a bitch...they wished to see Tabasco doing it. He checked the timer once more, and with less than a minute to go, he made ready for the grand opening.

Master lifted Tabasco's cockhead with both hands--it wasn't strictly that massive, but it would sell the fantasy for the viewers even better--and lined it up with the bitch's pussy. Two minutes to go. She sensed it somehow and whined, pushing back, trying to get closer to her heart's desire. But Master kept it just far enough away, crumping the flare a little to make sure Tabasco was primed. The huge stallion snorted and humped into his owner's palm, eager to participate. The Crewpup bitch-mare moaned even louder when she felt the horse's muscles tightening up, and Master smiled.

"He can't fucking hear you, bitch," he growled. "Louder. Tell your Sir what you want."

The reaction was instantaneous. "Fuck me, Sir," she screamed, her voice breaking at the end from the effort. "Fuck me, Sir, I'm your mare, I want your cock, Sir, I want all of your huge dick inside me, Sirrrr..." She stopped only because her lungs were empty, and dragged a ragged breath in. "Please fuck me, Sir, please breed me, I need you to fuck me hard, Sir, I want to be your toy, Sir, I want to be your mare, I need your colts..."

It did not stop. She begged, pleaded, and wept. She called him--called herself, even--every horny and dirty thing she could think of. She made it clear that the sole thing she desired in all the world was to be thoroughly fucked by her Sir's bestial dick, and Master's cock jerked and throbbed to hear it. He loved it when the Crewpups got needy...and the triumphant pleasure of satisfying that need when they least expected it.

Twenty seconds. Master raised Tabasco's flare until it just touched the pup's pussy, swirling the flare around to make sure that Tabasco could feel her wetness against his most sensitive flesh. The sudden jerk of his hips said he did, but he'd been trained well; he didn't try to hilt just yet. There had been a series of very lengthy--and very enjoyable--training sessions to teach Tabasco that he could get so much more pleasure if he was patient. All he had to do was wait for a particular signal. With a smile, Master slid his other hand around to Tabasco's rear, under his tail, and waited.

The bitch felt Master's rough fingers touch her sex organ's sensitive lips, and the groan that ran through her was equal parts agony and desperation. She did not want a mere touch on the lips: she wanted an entire horsecock to brutally obliterate them. That thought was the only one she had space for in her head, and she whimpered as she pushed backwards, trying to engulf the horse's flesh, trying to take it inside herself. When Master had commanded her to beg Sir for his prick, she'd put every ounce of neediness into her plea as she could. It was a rule: the Crewpups could not simply lust privately for horses. They had to demonstrate that lust. If their bodies were unable to do so, then their voices would have to suffi--

Sir's perfect flesh made sudden and unexpected contact: a beautiful, wondrous touch that sent sparks of pleasure trilling along the bitch's every nerve. Her body hummed with joy to feel the immense flare finally touch her puckered pussy, and she shut her eyes tightly, expecting what was to come with a mix of terror and yearning and deep, bone-deep lust.

A moment passed...and another. The flare was still touching her, but it wasn't going any deeper. She could feel Tabasco flexing above her, his heartbeat thudding through his proud veins and into her tiny body. The stud wanted it. He wanted her_, as desperately as she wanted him. But they were both forced to wait, like newlyweds staring at one another across the aisle._

The anticipation became completely unbearable in moments. There was slight movement behind her, but the flare remained only teasingly close to her plump lips. The bitch stared down at the ground before her, seeing only dirt wetted by her clit and the back of Tabasco's shuffling hooves, and waited. She must wait. Master would decide. Master was in control. Master was...speaking...

As the final seconds ticked down, Master stared straight into the camera. "The stream starts...now." His finger sank to the knuckle in Tabasco's doughnut just as the timer hit twelve hours exactly, and the stallion bellowed lustily.

With a whinny and a single immense thrust of his hips, Tabasco buried as much of his entire massive prick inside his new mare's pussy as he could. One second: twenty-nine inches of cock, straining to be used. The next: nothing but the end of a shaft and two balls, swinging so hard they knocked against the bitch's locked clit with a thump. And a single, piercing cry of absolute pleasure from the new mare.

Twelve hours of uninterrupted, live-streamed horse sex had begun.

The bitchpup didn't remember crying out, but her lungs were empty, so she must have. She gasped for air, but there was less space inside her than usual. Something unimaginably huge was there instead, bulging out her belly and compressing everything inside. Her pussy, her passage, and everything else in between the point of entry and the pulsating sun that was Tabasco's flare felt like it was on fire: the horse lived up to his name. But it was a good burn; as the new mare's flesh--only moments earlier desperately eager for this very act--relaxed, and her body adapted to its visitor, the brief pain faded and was replaced by incredible, ecstatic pleasure.

Then Sir was withdrawing, and that act alone felt like it continued for an eternity as the horse length pulled out of her. It left an agonising emptiness behind it, and the mare felt tears prick her eyes. She knew it must soon return, but horsecock was her addiction, and once felt--or forced inside her--she could not bear to be without it again for a single second. Mercifully, Master had well planned the harness that held her fast against her rapacious stud, and he was unable to fully withdraw. The flare remained, bulging at the entrance to her pussy, throbbing fierce and hot, and she marvelled--as she did with every stud that fucked her, in truth--at his perfect cock. Tailor-made to fill mares like her and bring them gratification. The least she could do was repay the favour.

Tabasco thrust again, and the bitch whined loudly as the emptiness vanished again. Just a sting this time, barely noticeable against the feeling of her flat belly bulging outward as Tabasco's flare pushed everything aside and made itself at home inside her. The fullness teetered on the edge of feeling bloated, and the shaft scraped across the particular spot inside that made her clit even wetter and her moans even sluttier. Spittle ran out the corner of her mouth, and as the stallion reached his deepest point, her eyes rolled back into her head, and she gave a tiny, girly 'unh' to cap off her moans. Her mouth hanging open, her tongue flaccid, she untensed every muscle and let the straps take her weight, giving herself entirely over to being this godlike stallion's fucktoy, his mare, his cocksleeve. For the next twelve hours.

Her whine of lust was guttural and long.

Master managed to edge himself for the first two hours of the stream. His cock was so engorged, it felt as though he had Tabasco's own cock attached to him. Every squeak, every moan, every other wet thrust and slurping withdrawal forced him to pause to avoid pushing himself over the edge. He'd grab the camera and film a few more dynamic angles, taking in the sway of the bitchmare every time Tabasco hilted, or the pink ruin of her pussy, or the glistening sweat coating the feral stallion's taut, powerful muscles. And when the throb in his cock had diminished enough, he'd take himself in hand again and stroke and squeeze a little more as he took in the glorious sight of Tabasco's fat dick wrecking the girly little Crewpup bitch.

The bitch hung limp, long since rendered almost senseless by pleasure. He lifted her head and pushed a thumb into her mouth, watching the stream numbers as he did so. An instant jump, up to three thousand. He'd been pacing himself in terms of his interactions with the two stars of the show, but now it was time to start getting interesting.

Master let the pup go and grinned at the primary camera. "Hello, horsecock addicts! Here we are at the two-hour mark, with ten hours still to go, and I hope your dicks are as hard as mine and Tabasco's." He swung his erect cock around to accentuate the point. "Or as soft as a Crewpup's." He grabbed the handheld and stuck it under the mare's belly, showing off the tiny, completely soft penis locked inside its cage. "Isn't she a good girl? This pup--one of our bitches, as you can tell from her moans and sloppy pussy--has been locked for fourteen months solid now. Just imagine how sensitive her cunt is by now, after daily fuckings by the many stallions of the Crewpup Ranch...and now the biggest one of them all." He switched the camera to his other hand and focused on Tabasco's massive member sliding in and out of the pup with regular and well-trained thrusts. The stallion's sensitivity was kept low with a special diet that ensured he could fuck for hours, in conjunction with his stamina training. "_Mmmmh..._but, is one cock enough for her?" He snorted. "She's a Crewpup. Of course it fucking isn't."

He put the handheld aside, looked back at the primary camera, and slid a thumb back into the bitch's mouth as his other hand grabbed his cock. Her breathless moans intertwined with his words. "Along the side of the stream, you'll see a sexy little animation of a horsecock sinking into a Crewpup throat. The more viewers we get--and the more donations you offer--the deeper it goes! And the deeper it goes, the more special events you get to see! Starting with: rehydration!"

Master waggled his engorged cock again. "We've got a couple of options. Water, of course. The classic option. The boring one. Or...she can slake her thirst with a few mouthfuls of my fresh cum." Three thousand one hundred. "So, if you'd like this horny, desperate little mare to get both her ends filled by inches of hard stallion cock for a while"--three thousand four hundred--" be sure to tell your friends to start watching! When we hit four thousand viewers, I'll fuck my first load of the day down this soft throat." The mare's moans might have gotten louder and needier at that, but it was hard to tell. Not that it mattered: the numbers climbed even faster than he'd hoped as he let her suckle greedily on his thumb like a poor replacement for stallion cock, and only a minute in, he laughed and pulled his thumb out as the viewer count surged past four thousand.

"Well, shit! You really want to see this bitch get facefucked, huh?" He winked at the camera. "Me too."

He stepped closer to Tabasco, their shoulders pressed together. The big stallion's head came around to nuzzle at his master, and the horse patted him gently. These longer sessions put the feral into a sort of pleasure-trance, with dilated eyes and a drooling mouth. He had water and food on the ground before him, if needed, but he rarely took more than a few sips. He almost seemed to start to subsist on the act of fucking his cock into a willing ass endlessly. He truly was a perfect stud.

And for every perfect stud, there must be a perfect mare.

Master lifted the pup's head; eyes glazed, mouth slack, moans constant. When the tip of his penis approached her, he saw her nostrils flare, smelling his cockscent. Her whimpering accelerated and she strained towards it. Her wet, pink lips opened wide in anticipation, like a second pussy. Master paused for only a few seconds, letting the cameras capture the moment for the viewers, before taking a single step forward and sinking his length down her throat.

"Ah, fuck...hrrrrr..._fuck _me...!"

She was perfect against his needy dick. Soft, enfolding...and wet as sin. He knew instantly he wouldn't last long; the edging had left him far too close to a volcanic release, and her searing heat was already making his flare grow. He had limited time to put on a good show for the viewers.

With a fierce whinny, Master thrust himself deeper, hilting in the bitch's throat instantly, his hot balls flush against her chin. The gag reflex was the first thing Crewpups were trained to lose, and what a wonderful thing it was; Master's twenty inches were sucked down as if they were nothing. Master pressed a hand to her throat as he face-fucked the bitchmare as fast as he could, feeling the bulge of his flare riding up and down her oesophagus, feeling her half-choked moans trying to escape around his thickness. Every time Tabasco thrust into her other end, she was pushed into Master's cock--and he would thrust back against the wild stud in turn. She was spit-roasted on their cocks, impaled on two horny equines...one of whom was getting closer to his orgasm by the second.

Master's wordless snorts of pleasure took on some dimension. "Hrrr...hrrr...hrrr... fuckin' slut... fuckin' little stallioncock bitch...swallow my dick, you whore...eat my cum..."

The abuse only made the mare's throat grip his cock even tighter, as the bitch tried to pleasure him even more in thanks. He was gonna fuck her raw and soak her in his seed. Choking on cock was nothing compared to drowning in stallion cum. Her favourite meal. Fuck, he was close now, close at last. Quickly, quickly. Deeper, harder, faste--

"Aaaahhhhgggg...!"

As his cock exploded into a galaxy of pleasure, he screamed and pushed in as deep as he was physically able to. His hand slipped lower, down the lean flatness of her chest, feeling the pup's belly in the moment of his climax. Bulged in two places by two enormous flares, seemingly almost touching. A bitch, a mare, a Crewpup split open by the two stallions fully inside of her. Anthro and feral, united in a rapacious fucking of their helpless, eager sex toy. It was perfect.

Master's balls had nothing on Tabasco's, but they had not been adequately emptied all day, and the hours of edging had only made them grow fuller. It took the anthro stallion half a minute to finish shooting his seed down the gurgling, choking throat of his cum-dump, his hand pressed against her skin to feel every squirt, his head spinning. If he hadn't been able to lean against Tabasco for support, he'd have collapsed in a dizzy heap. He still did, but only once his balls had given up their final squirt.

He thudded to the ground, tugging his cock from the bitch's mouth, allowing her to cough up the last few splashes of the sea of jizz he'd just pumped into her belly. He could see how it bulged her, as if his flare was still inside her. He breathed heavily, satisfied...but still horny. His cum-coated cock lay against his thigh, unreceding. An orgasm meant nothing when the environment was as sexually charged as this: when the scent of bitch-hole and stud-cock hung like perfume in the air. When the sound of stallion cock thrusting into a loose hole was as consistent as a metronome.

Schlorp, schlorp, schlorp...

Master lay down underneath the lovers, letting his eyes lift to the point where they were united. In awe and wonder and already-reigniting lust, he watched Tabasco's cock ruin the Crewpup. Her pussy was nothing but a swollen pink hole now, a generic sexual organ filled with the stallion's giant prick. The feral had not stopped fucking for a single second since he began. He was a machine, made to breed. It was so fucking hot.

Master glanced across at the screen and smiled in pleasure to see the numbers. Over five thousand. With a sigh, he stretched out comfortably underneath Tabasco and his mare, staring up at the fantastic sight above him and starting to stroke himself again.

"Fuck her, Tabasco," he growled. "Fuck that bitch until she doesn't even remember her name. Fill her with colts, you hot fucking stud..."

Tabasco's whinny sounded as lustful as his master's voice.

Surprisingly for the bitch, pain never really arrived: her pussy felt sore as fuck, naturally, but years of daily training on the most oversized lifecast replicas--and the cocks they'd been modelled from--had ensured she could take Tabasco's mighty shaft to its hilt from the very start. Not that the sheer size of it wasn't still annihilating her pussy as the hours dragged on. She could no longer tell if her entire body was actually numb or whether the pleasure was so intense that she no longer felt anything except the tight, electric bundles of nerves that fired every time Tabasco pushed in. It hardly mattered. Her moans, like his cock, were endless now.

Her body, numb or not, was well-trained and had switched to autopilot long ago. She could feel her pussy gripping tight onto that insanely thick veiny log of horseprick, especially when Tabasco pulled out so far that the medial ring popped out of her. A small part of her could look at things analytically enough to appreciate how fantastic that must look on camera, with her ravaged pussy-lips hanging on to the medial until the last moment, like two lovers being separated. She was almost jealous of all the horny perverts watching her getting obliterated by the feral stud. She could--and did--watch herself back later, but it wasn't the same as seeing it live. Seeing from the outside what a complete and utter bitch for horses she was. The thought made her drip pre-cum from her embellished clit, and moan that little bit harder.

The mare had completely lost track of time. Every moment spent wrapped around Tabasco's dick was the best moment of her life. Her hazy gaze met Master's when he lifted her head. He was smirking at her almost cruelly, edging himself. She tried to smile back, but the muscles were slack, and all she did was drool a little more in happiness. When the scent of Master's cock suddenly hit her, though, she found the strength to try to reach for it. Because the only thing better than one stallion's cock...was two.

Thankfully, Master was kind, and Master was generous. His cock found her mouth and drove into her just as fast and fierce as Tabasco, and she tried to scream in pleasure and lust. But Master's thickness filled her, and all she could do was choke on him. Time was still lost, and as her air supply cut off, her mind dragged out the moments of Master's fuck into an eternity. He was touching her, she knew: feeling himself through her skin. He was so deep inside, his flare must be kissing Tabasco's. She tried to clench to show both boys how much she loved them right now and how hard she was working to give them pleasure. She wanted them to fucker her harder, deeper, never stopping until they both came inside her...

Master did, at some point, the bitch realised, pull out: the taste of his spunk was suddenly on her tongue and roiling up her throat. She clenched and swallowed, desperate not to lose any, and coughed up only a little, the droplets dripping like liquid gold from her slack maw. She'd thought her belly still full of Master's flare, but at some point that had become his seed instead, and now the straps that bound her to Tabasco strained under the added weight of a bitch's bellyful of stallion cum. She felt it slop about in her as Tabasco kept fucking her, heavy and rich and perfect.

Master was saying something, but it wasn't aimed at her. It was for her lover, her Sir: instructing him to keep fucking her. The mare cried with happiness, like a good girl should when treated so well by her Master and her Sir.

The stream continued, the hours bleeding into one another. Master moved about, showing off dynamic viewpoints and the growing mess the bitch was making on the ground under her locked clit. The viewers climbed and climbed: six, seven, eight thousand. More. But always, Master returned to lie under the feral stallion and his mare, to stare up at them from that angle and jerk himself off to the sight.

The first drip of cum from the bottom edge of the bitch's pussy, like a leak in a pipe, came as a shock. Tabasco had not given any sign he was orgasming. It took Master a moment to realise the truth: the horse was so aroused by now--ten hours in--so pent up, his pre-cum was now actual semen. His beautiful big balls must be so full that they could no longer hold back the immense volume of cum inside them, climax or not. It had begun oozing down that beautiful shaft and lubricating the horny, wet fuckhole he'd been given, making it even wetter and slicker. Who knew how long the stud had been drooling his seed into his mare so far, but it had finally built up enough to start dripping out of her--and onto the horse lying beneath her.

Master opened his mouth and caught a drip, eager to taste his stud. The slick, grassy flavour of stallion made his head spin. It was thicker than spirits and ten times more potent. Absolute ambrosia. After the streams, he'd auction off the cum from whatever studs had been involved. If they were anthro, he marketed it as "low-friction lubricant"; for his ferals, it was a "sex drive enhancer". He had no fucking idea if it worked, but it didn't matter. The whales paid top dollar for it either way, for a chance to close their eyes and be a Crewpup in their minds. Of course, what they didn't know was that half the time, the only horse's cum in the bottles was his own. He did make sure to suck off the relevant studs before he collected his own ejaculate, though, so, in a way, they did get what they paid for.

He propped himself up on one arm and looked towards the camera. "We're so close," he said. "Nine thousand viewers. One hour to go. Can we hit ten thousand? If we do, a hundred lucky viewers will win a bottle of Crewpup-brand Libido Nhancer." He winked, lifting a hand to the mare's pussy and scooping up a little of the cum oozing out around Tabasco's shaft, then licking it off. "It really works. And if we hit twelve thousand, there's a special mystery prize for all of you..."

He lay back down, looking up at the mare. "He's cumming in you already," he grunted, seeing the mare jerk in delight at the news. "That's how horny you've made him. But there's only one hour left, slut. Give your stud a final ride he won't forget."

Master put his hands to his cock as the hole above him started clenching harder, drinking in the peerless sight of feral stallion cock fucking desperate, needy hole. Fuck...yes. This was precisely what his studs deserved. He could only hope Tabasco would last the final hour. The stud's incredible stamina was faltering; his thrusts were slowly getting more disjoint, less regular. If his balls were oozing cum, then it couldn't be long before they blew like twin volcanoes.

And when they did...

One hour left, Master said. But...how? Had she honestly already spent eleven hours speared onto that gargantuan cock without realising it? It couldn't be. She'd only just begun. The pleasure was only now finding its groove, deepening with every moment. She could sense great, untapped wells of it within her, and every thrust of Tabasco's cock let her sink a little deeper into it. It couldn't all be coming to a close so soon! She was exactly where she should be--NEEDED to be--for the rest of her life. She and Tabasco were made for one another, she now knew. Being a Crewpup, she had come to realise, as she hung under Tabasco, was just the first stage of her metamorphosis into a vessel for the true embodiment of masculinity, for cocks tailor-made for whorish mares like her. The biggest, thickest cocks desirable. Stallion cocks.

Master had said that Tabasco was already cumming in her. She had already pleasured her perfect stud enough to draw out the wonderful cum he held...so now, she just had to give him an orgasm he would never forget. She squirmed, collecting what strength remained in her as she smiled in blissful understanding at Master. She would have tried to speak, but Tabasco's giant prick punched the air out of her lungs on every hilt. And she didn't need to talk, really. She knew what she had to do.

Concentrating her inner muscles as best she could after the endless plundering they'd received in the last few hours, she thrust her pussy towards those mighty balls and the cock that they wielded, trying to give the viewers the flashy ending they wanted. One that would also erase any memory of the sergals and their second-class performance and reinstate the Crewpups where they belonged.

A sudden thought popped into her head, and she giggled crazily. "Witness...me," she whispered, in between impacts of Tabasco's flare pounding home in her colon. "Witness..."

...her puffy, completely obliterated cunt sliding back and forth along the mightiest cock they'd ever seen, oozing fresh cum into her on every thrust...

...moans sluttier than anything they've heard before, made of pure, unadulterated lust and raw need to become a debased, mindless slut for her feral Sir...

...waves of snorting, nickering, groaning, sloppy sexual energy radiating outward from her gaping pussy, through the cameras and onto their sweaty screens...

And then...the shuddering began. The suddenly uneven rhythm of Tabasco's fuck, the perceptible tensing of his sweaty skin against her back, the hard snorts and shivering. She didn't know if the final hour had fully elapsed or not, but just like that, it had ceased to matter. The stallion was approaching his climax, finally, and he cared not for clocks or time. He only cared to breed the mare he'd been preparing all day long.

And as the bitch's clit responded, jerking and spurting another load of pre-cum through the cage, Master started speaking again.

"Oh, fuck. Ohhhh, fuuuck..."

It was happening. Master eagerly drank in the signs: the shuddering of Tabasco's hips, the throbbing of the veins in his legs, the massive balls rising in his body cavity...and the impossible, unbelievable thickening of a cock already so thick it looked unreal.

The stallion was about to orgasm.

It took all of Master's willpower to not reach up and pull that beautiful cock right out of the bitchmare's pussy and aim it right at his own face, to feel the explosion of hot seed against his coat and face. But that wasn't what the viewers wanted. The nine thousand seven hundred viewers wanted to see a payoff for sticking around this long, and the only payoff that would count would be to watch Tabasco's huge prick finally ejaculating inside his ersatz mare. He could see her squirming around, doing what she probably thought was her best to clench down on the stallion's cock with what little conscious muscle control remained in that loose fuckhole she called a cunt. It was pointless, but at least she'd tried.

Tabasco ultimately decided if the mares given to him were worthy. And it seemed, today...this one was.

The ear-splitting bellow from the feral stallion echoed off the walls of the filming stable and across the ranch. Stallions everywhere would lift their heads at that sound, knowing well what it meant. Some would feel their tail holes clench as they remembered being underneath Tabasco when he made that same noise, and whinny their desire to be in the place of whomever the alpha had elected to breed that day. Others would grasp their cocks in transferred lust, and look about, and find the nearest Crewpup to expend their abruptly ignited desires on. Before the echoes of the massive stallion's cry faded, a new and even hornier cacophony would rise to take its place as stallions began breeding pups across the ranch.

But none of that mattered to Master, lying beneath Tabasco, eyes fixed upon the other stallion's perfect, immense body. The stud's balls had vanished; only his loose sack still visible, the veins across its surface throbbing hard in precise time with the pulsating stallion shaft. The pulsing of his urethra looked like an aorta: pumping the stallion's lifeblood to where it was most needed. The first massive shot filled the mare's cunny to overflowing, and hot, white colt juice squirted out of her pussy and splattered across Master. That was all it took to set him off in turn. With a happy scream, his own orgasm exploded over his chest and face, the impressive volume utterly dwarfed by the tsunami Tabasco's gigantic balls were releasing.

Even if Tabasco's tensed form hadn't pulled the straps of her harness tighter, glueing her to him with near-suffocating force, she'd have thought she knew what was coming, what she was in for. She'd had many stallions before, including this one. But in the end, it turned out she knew absolutely nothing.

The first gush of semen kicked into her diaphragm, expelling what air remained in her lungs with a breathless 'oof'. Then came load after load after load, taking her from merely full, to bloated, to pissing cum out of her raw, beleaguered pussy. Stretched beyond belief, clenched around the hammering cock with all her remaining strength, it didn't have the slightest hope of keeping up with the flood of stallion jizz that Tabasco was pumping into her, bellowing triumphantly on every squirt as if celebrating the colts his potent seed would inevitably produce.

Not this time, she knew, or any time to come...but she desperately hoped he'd keep trying. Forever.

Unexpectedly, undeservedly, a new mote of fire ignited in her crotch. The bitch's soft little clit had lost the ability to grow hard long ago, but that didn't stop it from reacting to the onslaught of pleasure being visited upon her. Her orgasm was a tiny thing, nothing in comparison to Sir's or Master's, and completely lost in the vast pool of horsecum building up beneath her, but the few pathetic squirts she contributed were testament to just how hard she'd been bred. The fire spread, engulfing her midsection, and she could do nothing but squirm and groan even louder, lost betwixt the pleasure of Sir's fucking and her own pulsing clit.

Tabasco's ejaculation went on for minutes longer than usual; the huge feral had essentially been edging for hours, after all. And with his mind clouded by a haze of lust and his muscles on autopilot, the beastly huge stallion did not even stop fucking his bitchmare's hole. Cum drained endlessly out of her cunt, like a churning mountain waterfall, joined by a barely noticeable dribble from her cage. It must look fucking amazing on camera, Master thought. He dare not stand up to check, though; this was the moment the viewers wanted, the one that would propel the Crewpups back to OnlyStuds stardom. He could not dare obscure any of the cameras. Instead, he smeared the horse's semen across his body in delighted anticipation, teasing his nipples with it and licking it off his fingers with a sigh, thinking about what was to come after. The thrilling secret ending he'd had in mind since this all started...

Eventually, even the stud's oversized, overfull nuts managed to finish draining. Tabasco's orgasmic screams lessened to mere snorted, horny grunts, and his cock gradually softened. After almost twelve hours of constant sex, it finally became visible again. Twenty-five half-hard inches of horseprick slurped free of the bound mare strapped underneath him and fell heavily down, cum sluicing off its skin and splattering onto Master. He stared up in awe at the cock above him, knowing every single one of the--holy shit, twelve thousand eight hundred viewers!--was enjoying the same sight. But not exactly the same. Only he got to see it up close. To worship it with his eyes and sighs and panting.

But not forever. Master eventually had to get up because he could see that Tabasco--his orgasm complete, and thus his patience depleted--was getting restless. It was one thing, the stallion's body language seemed to say, to have a mare strapped under him to help him expend his horniness. It was quite another to want to go for a piss and have a moaning, squirming mess still clinging to him. And as tempting as the idea was of remaining where he was for that, Master had something much more interesting in mind.

The well-made knots came loose quickly, dropping the still-moaning, still-squirting bitch to the floor like a sack of flour. She twitched and shivered in the throes of post-coital pleasure, and as Tabasco trotted off, his job done, Master looked at each camera in turn and smirked.

As the last strap came loose, the bitch fell, landing face-first in a gigantic pool of horse cum. It ran down her nasal passages, oozed into one ear, and slipped between her parched lips as she lay in a quivering, exhausted pile. Her legs were non-functional; everything below her belly was a numb, throbbing place devoid of the horsecock she already missed. Her attempts to stand up on legs now made of rubber were a failure, and she resorted to just laying in the cooling puddle...until she felt strong arms grabbing her.

Lifting the well-fucked Crewpup, Master showed off her annihilated hole to the viewers. She was light enough to hold up with one arm, letting him demonstrate how his entire fist could enter the gaping hole Tabasco had made of her rear without even touching the sides. He scooped up a handful of cum from inside her and drizzled it over her ass-cheeks, then licked his fingers clean, moaning for the cameras.

"Thanks for coming to our stream, everyone." He carried the Crewpup to a nearby hay bale as he spoke. "As promised, we've got one final little surprise for you..."

She was being carried now, then put down again. Prickly straw against her desensitised skin. Some sort of motion below her waist...legs. Her legs being lifted and spread apart. Then hands, feeling her. Stroking her pussy lips. Instincts kicked in, and she tried to spread her legs wider, moaning louder all the while.

A new stallion had need of a Crewpup...and so she must provide.

Master's cock sank effortlessly into the mare's endless hole. Despite having just been fucked for half a day by a cock almost as thick as her waist, she'd already begun tightening up a little. They really did get trained so well. His cock couldn't reach the depths that Tabasco's had, but that was fine; he just wanted to absorb the remaining heat of the monster cock that had so recently been here, and feel the remnants of alpha stud cum lubricate his pumping passage. The Crewpup herself didn't matter at all, of course.

None of this was about them.

His third orgasm of the day went unnoticed by the sex-drunk marepup, his seed squirting hard into her to join Tabasco's. He'd bred both ends of her, today: that'd go over well on OnlyStuds, he was sure. Panting, he wiped the sweat from his brow and dropped the mare's legs, pulling his cock free with a sound like an arm coming free of quicksand. The Crewpup's dilated, half-lidded eyes swivelled towards him as he came to stand alongside her face, wiping his cock clean on her coat.

"Go and clean yourself up, slut," he growled. "Next show's in three hours."

The marepup whined with blissful happiness.