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The cold, torchlit corridor flashed past Veti in a gray blur as the cloaked serval ran as fast as his paws would let him. The small sack, packed with jewelry, silverware, and a few decorative dress ornaments clattered behind his left shoulder as he nimbly leaped forwards on the stark stone floor, being overtly careful not to slip whilst simultaneously maintaining as high of a speed as possible. Stumbling right now would mean certain death.

The sound of heavy, armored boots stomping his way grew more and more prominent behind him, the clattering of plated armor, as well as various taunts and curses, roared by his pursuers reaching Veti's ears from the opposite end of the hallway. Veti locked his legs, his claws scraping the floor and adjacent wall for much-needed friction as the thieving serval made a sharp turn to his right, ducking behind the corner just in time to hear a heavy crossbow bolt shattering on the tiles only a foot behind his head.

"Fuck!" Someone bellowed from the direction Veti had come from, but the spotted feline didn't stick around to hear much else, the adrenaline forcing him to move his paws and dash down the second corridor without looking back.

Perhaps burglarising the royal castle wasn't such a good idea after all.

Veti was a professional outlaw - if there even was such a thing. The feline was an expert pickpocket and often bragged about being able to steal cock-ring from a dragon's sheath if necessary. Slender body and soft paws armed with a set of sharp and devious claws made the serval and excellent thief, allowing him to snatch things and slip away almost completely unnoticed, at least if he had either darkness or distraction on his side. Combine that with the set of nimble and fast feline legs for running away and one got a pretty good chassis for crime and mischief. And Veti used it for just that.

Never having done a minute of honest work in his life, the sly serval made his living by pickpocketing merchants and nobles around the various cities of the kingdom, always moving from one town to another if things got too heated during his stay. He only rarely engaged in armed robbery, the snatch'n'slip being much more favorable to his physical build, especially if he were to face animals bigger than him such as bears, rhinos, horses, and dragons. Although if the opportunity did present itself, he was fairly adept at handling a dagger.

Hoodwinks and bamboozles were also very much his line of work, and cheating other outlaws in games of chance or otherwise was one of Veti's guilty pleasures, although such activities also bore their own dangers. Luckily for the suave feline, most of his brethren were easily persuaded by offering some tail or a warm and wet muzzle for a few minutes of use. And the serval wasn't too shy about using them either.

Burglary was also something Veti dabbled in, having successfully swiped valuables from a few counts and barons across the countryside where the less-esteemed nobles were mostly unguarded or at least severely underguarded. One time he had simply walked up to the two bulls guarding one such mansion and asked if he could get ten minutes inside in exchange for twenty in the adjacent stables. He had walked away with a sack full of loot, and a tailhole full of cum from that 'heist'.

But as the serval had come to find out, sneaking around the royal castle stealing stuff was nowhere near as easy. Veti had gone through a whole of four rooms before bumping into the broad chest of the guard captain of the royal guards: a nearly seven-foot-tall, mean-looking wolf who naturally didn't take too kindly to the smaller feline's presence. Before Veti even knew it, half of the castle's guards were already up and chasing him, armed to the teeth with swords, spears, halberds, and crossbows, all extremely suitable tools for making a pair of warm and spotted serval mittens out of Veti if he was caught. Now, the big-eared wild cat was running for his life.

The corridor before Veti kept winding and turning, revealing only more and more torchlit hallways, endlessly leading the feline deeper into the castle as he desperately sought an escape from his life-threatening situation. Left. Right. Right. Left. Locked door. Left. Stairs down. Right. Locked door. Right. The castle just seemed to go on and on and on.

There had to be a way out here somewhere.

Panic began to tickle the spotted fur of the swift serval's back as an exit failed to present itself to him and the boots of his pursuers sounded to be stomping closer and closer to his location. Agile as he was, Veti knew he wouldn't be able to run forever, the chances of him getting caught increasing every minute he spent inside the colossal stone construction teeming with guards. The maze-like layout of the castle's presumably bottom floor didn't do the slender feline any favors either. He had to just keep on going forwards, hoping that one of the doors he came across would lead him out of this mess.

Turning the umpteenth corner during his getaway, Veti eventually entered a much larger hallway, the left side of which had two big doors. His sharp eyes quickly scanned the vast, empty corridor, swiftly latching onto a lonely torch next to the first door on his left. The torch was flickering. Veti felt a spark of hope within his spotted body. Grasping onto the cold metal handle with both paws he forcibly wrenched the heavy door open, subsequently slipping into the comforting darkness that awaited him behind it.

The distinctive smell of hay was the first thing to greet Veti inside the room, other barn-like aromas quickly creeping up his sensitive feline nose soon after. The heavily breathing serval carefully raised his head after pushing the door shut behind him, observing the surprisingly vast space with his big cat eyes. It was dark inside, only small portions of the room illuminated by the silvery moonlight seeping through the rows of small windows lining the ceiling of the large room. Veti perked up his ears and listened, his furry flappers picking up some sounds of soft breathing, as well as some deeper, more profound snoring echoing over from the very back of what the serval now assumed was the castle's stable.

Veti was able to feel a weak draft in his paws and as his feline eyes got adjusted to the darkness of the room, he was able to spot a wide stable door at the other end of the area lined with animal pens of varying size. Making sure that the small bag on his back and the loot inside it didn't make too much noise, the thieving feline began sneaking his way across the hay-covered floor, moving swiftly on his tiptoes without making nearly any sound. Just like a thief.

His furry ears twitching to any and all noise made by the sleeping animals residing inside the room, Veti made his way past dozens of pens, curiously turning his head and taking in the scene of the nighttime stable. It was peaceful, almost eerily so compared to what kind of chaos and clamor the long-tailed feline had escaped from. But even the serenity of his surroundings wasn't able to put an end to the rapid thumping of his heart before he reached the big wooden gates that were his way out.

The stable doors were big, wide and sealed with a heavy-looking, rectangular beam resting on a row of similarly shaped metal hooks stretching across the entire width of the double door. Veti carefully inspected the pair of sturdy gates, to his fortune not spotting a lock of any sort holding the beam from being lifted. At the same time, the lightly built serval greatly doubted his ability to prize the wooden pole out of its place but was desperate and optimistic enough to at least give it a shot.

Setting down his bag, Veti nimbly squeezed himself underneath two middlemost pair of hooks, bumping his shoulders against the oppressive weight of the sturdy wood. He took a deep breath and tried pushing upwards with his body.

The spotted arms and legs of the serval trembled, but the beam wouldn't budge an inch, proving to be much, much heavier than what Veti had hoped for. Trying to use the leftover adrenaline in his slender frame, Veti tried for the second time, only to weakly collapse onto the floor after managing to lift the beam some quarter of an inch. It was no use. One would have needed two fully grown grizzlies to lift that thing up and out of its place.

Panting in the darkness of the stable, Veti's ears soon picked up the sounds of approaching footsteps outside the door he had entered through. Panic once again wrenched the young serval's heart and he began scanning the room with his feline eyes, desperately looking for something, anything that would provide him an escape from his predicament.

The narrow windows lining the stable were an immediate and unfortunate no-go, a sturdy metal lattice decorating each and every one of them. And other than the door from which he had entered, and the one behind his back, there were no other exits to the room. Was there really no way out?

Veti could feel his stomach sinking and his paws starting to sweat as he kept frying his brain over how to avoid the gallows.

"Nononononono! This can't be it!" Veti thought, sinking deeper and deeper into despair as he listened to the thumping of his own heart as well as the armored boots stomping outside the door at the other end of the room.

"Shit!" Veti hissed and punched the floor with his fist, grabbing his bag and deftly vaulting the tall wooden fence of the large pen to his right, landing silently on his feline paws on the other side. This particular enclosure seemed to be empty, or at least the alarmed serval didn't spot anyone inside with the hasty glance he took of his surroundings. Veti was much more interested in the window slightly higher than his ears, the metal lattice of which appeared to be slightly loose upon closer inspection. It was a long shot, but the furry thief was willing to try anything.

Sliding past the pale columns of moonlight dotting the floor of the pen, Veti jumped and grasped onto the cast iron net blocking the small window. The cold metal rattled as the small serval tried yanking it, creaking in its socket but not yielding more than the thick wall of stone surrounding it allowed. Again, Veti went in for a second try, pushing both of his hind paws against the wall and pulling the metal lattice with his entire body, bearing his teeth in an effort to summon as much strength as he could muster.

The metallic mesh didn't budge.

Veti fell back onto the floor with his paws aching and feet trembling, staring up at his attempted escape that was so close, yet so far. He was trapped. The best course of action for him now was to hide and hope that whoever would eventually check the stable wouldn't be too thorough with their job.

"There must be a haystack here somewhere..." Veti scanned his surroundings, a rush of anxiety filling his mind as his ears twitched at the sounds of the guards passing the door to his hideout.

"Search every room! I want that stinking weasel found and chained before the sun comes up! Otherwise, it will be you lot who ends up under the executioner's axe!"

Veti shivered as he heard the guard captain's gruff voice from outside the room.

"A place to hide! A place to hide!" Veti said to himself in his head, peeking inside the adjacent pen to see if it had something he could use to stay away from view.

"Well, well, well... What sort of kitty do we have here?"

The antsy serval froze in place and his heart stopped beating for at least three seconds as he suddenly heard a deep male voice almost directly behind him. The spooked feline swallowed and slammed his back against the wooden fence separating the animal enclosures as he turned around, witnessing a pair of mean, amber eyes staring at him from the darkness. Wasn't the pen empty when he got in?

The creature, cloaked by the shadows snorted loudly, and Veti's large ears twitched at the sounds of hooves clacking against the stone floor. The unnerved serval could feel the tiles beneath his paws shaking. Although, that might have just been his legs themselves.

Veti felt his heart being ready to leap out of his chest as he watched - holding his breath - how a horse, dark as a raven, emerged from the mantle of the night, bringing his big, intimidating muzzle just outside the columns of moonlight. Except for a narrow horizontal strip of white across the sturdy bridge of his otherwise black muzzle, the feral equine's fur was so dark it was almost impossible for even Veti's venerated feline eyes to spot him from amidst the shadows of the night, the full size of the horse's body still obscured by the absence of light.

Veti flinched as the dark stallion stepped closer, sticking his head into the pale light of the moon, his powerful, pressuring eyes securely locked onto the smaller anthropomorphic animal. The feral horse was handsome. Almost extremely so. Veti wasn't able to help himself from being captivated by the majestic muzzle of the equine beast, the well-defined, thick brows, sturdy jaw, and the sinewy neck the gorgeous head was attached to. The lighting also made absolute justice to the stallion's bodily proportions, shadows cast everywhere important to highlight the regal shape of the feral horse's front, his mane - perhaps even slightly darker than the rest of him - flowing luscious from the back of his neck, almost sparkling in the moonlight. He was also tall, his robust withers resting about at nearly nineteen hands (76inches), the pair of goldish, hostile equine eyes gazing at Veti some two feet higher than his own.

This dark stud was an incredibly impressive specimen of the equine genome that was for sure. And that was without even talking about his eyes.

Veti fell to his knees from sheer dominance in the hulking stallion's gaze, unable to take his eyes away from the honeyed hue that wrestled him down with how overwhelming it was. The callous equine eyes radiated the sense of superiority one got from being on the absolute pinnacle of one's species like this equine was and owning it to perfection. Simply being stared at by them felt somehow violating and indecent, Veti feeling the entirety of it in his body as he trembled on the floor of the stallion's pen.

The horse was probably the most gorgeous male - feral or not - that the outlaw serval had ever seen. Just being in his presence was able to make Veti's heart race.

Veti gasped as the imposing equine finally took his eyes off him, instead gazing down at the small bag the feline had been carrying, now resting on the floor with a helping of the loot scattered onto the hay-covered stones. The big horse snorted and tilted his head.

"A thief, huh...? Can't say I've had any of you in my pen before."

Veti felt a strange shiver running amok on his spotted fur from hearing the handsome equine speak. The intense shiver was quickly amplified into a full-body flinch as there was some loud clattering in the hallway outside the stable.

"They seem to be looking for you." The big horse chuckled and leaned his head closer to Veti, sniffing the air around the petrified serval with his great nostrils. "They sound pretty pissed too... But then again, who wouldn't be, woken up in the middle of the night by a kitty who's obviously very, very lost..." There was a low, menacing note in the horse's speech and Veti shivered even more.

"You scared, kitty?"

Veti swallowed and nodded his head. The larger feral smirked.

"I wonder if I should turn you in... The king might even reward me with some premium feed for my heroics." The equine male chuckled, circling before Veti, who was now able to enjoy the slow dance of the hefty equine muscles hidden underneath the dark fur. "What do you think, kitty?" He snorted and whipped the air with his tail as there were some more steps outside the door.

"...P-please don't turn me in..."

Veti himself was surprised how weak of a whimper came out of his mouth.

"Hmmm...?" The nameless horse - obviously enjoying himself - pushed his muzzle almost directly onto the serval's, raising an inquisitive brow at the feline who subconsciously held his breath. Even without inhaling, Veti caught a whiff of the heavy stud musk from the big equine, the cogent smell of it erecting the fur on the back of his head. It was an oddly pleasant, earthy, and very much male-scented odor.

"Now why wouldn't I, or shouldn't I, turn you in?" The horse asked, teasingly snorting directly onto Veti's face.

"...I-I can..." Veti paused for a second, himself trying to come up with something he could offer. "...D-do you a favor...?"

Both of the mean eyebrows of the great stallion were lifted.

"A favor huh...?" He muttered slowly, savoring the sound of it in his mouth. "If I help you out... Would you do anything I ask of you?"

Veti wasn't particularly fond of the dark stallion's emphasis on the word 'anything' but he nodded his head regardless. What other option did he have?

"...Excellent..." The big equine grumbled under his breath, something resembling a smile being drawn on his long muzzle.

Both the feral horse and the anthropomorphic serval twitched their ears simultaneously as someone slammed open the door to the stable. "Aight kitty, I'll let you hide in here as long as you do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. Got it?" The stallion said in a somewhat hushed tone.

Veti nodded again.

"Put those big ears of yours into good use and get ready to listen!" The big horse finished, turning around and walking towards the gate of his pen. "The name's Fury, by the way..."

"W-wait!" Veti hissed, his heart still beating like a war drum during a march from his brief interaction with the dark stallion. The majestic equine swung his head back to gaze at the serval, who himself didn't quite know what he was supposed to say. "...W-why are you helping me?"

Fury tossed his mane around and snorted somewhat pompously. "What you two-leggers do doesn't really tickle my nuts one way or the other. Plus, I could always use a little fun I'm sure you and your capable paws can provide me with." The black horse once again turned his large head away from Veti. "...And I do happen to know that the guard captain is an absolute prick."

Speaking of nuts, Veti's gaze got attached to the big, firm glutes of the strong stallion, from where it naturally trailed downward between the feral equine's sturdy hind legs, where the serval saw them. They were fully visible only for a moment, briefly basking in the moonlight, round and dark as cannonballs, resting in the strained leather scrotum hanging down from Fury's sheath. The fat horse testes both appeared to be somewhat oval in shape, overall appearance-wise just as majestic as their owner, who lazily stepped back into the shadows, where Veti could only see the rough outline of the ebony equine sack.

The serval could still see the pair of taut boulders inside his head, the word "suckable" flashing in his mind for a brief second before he shook his head and noticed himself to be drooling slightly. His heart was again thumping at a marathon-pace and he felt oddly hot after witnessing the goods of the feral horse from a close distance.

What in the...? But he was a feral. And Veti didn't have a particular thing for equines either, at least he didn't think so. Still, there was something about Fury and his ample semen-jugs for balls that immediately made an impact on the naturally submissive male feline.

"Here we go, kitty!"

Veti observed Fury's muzzle get illuminated by a distant torchlit shining from the door leading inside the stable. He heard armor plates clanging against one another and a low, menacing growl of a wolf. There was some loud sniffing and some more torches were lit closer to the entryway to the stable.

"I know you're here weasel!" The big wolf roared, Veti instinctively folding his ears at the vile voice. There was some more loud sniffing. "Once I get my claws on you, you'll be fucked!"

"What's with the fucking noise!? I'm trying to sleep over here!"

Veti shook against the wooden fence, the entire stable booming from Fury's annoyed voice. The dark stallion whinnied and kicked the gate to his pen with his hooves. The horse got no reply from the wolf, who Veti could hear walking deeper into the stable. "Did you hear me shitpaws?! What the hell do you think you're doing waving that torch around? I'm trying to fucking sleep!"

"Go fuck yourself hour-hooves! I wouldn't care if you were busy dry-humping your haybales!" Veti twitched at the annoyed growl of the guard captain. "There's some filth hiding in here, and I'm not just talking about you haymunchers!"

"There's nobody fucking here! Drag your furry arse out of the stable and go lick your pathetic little dog nuts somewhere without bothering me!"

"Shut it blackie, or do you want me to come over there and lighten your crotch a little bit with my sword!"

"Fuck off! Why don't you go and mark your territory around the pigsty, you'd be much more in place out there!"

"Don't you fucking test me, pony! I'm having a bad enough day as it is!"

"Hah! Suck my FAT FUCKING HORSEDICK!" Fury bellowed, stomping the floor with his rear right hoof, which was only a few feet from Veti. The serval's heart skipped a beat. The way the boisterous stallion articulated his last taunt sounded more like... an order... for Veti?

The canine guard grumbled something further away.

"Yeah! You fucking heard me! SUCK MY HUGE HORSECOCK... You king's limpdick lapdog!" Fury repeated himself, again stomping the floor with his hooves, taking a fast glance at Veti with his right eye. The message was clear.

Veti hesitated for a moment, blushing in the shadows of the horse pen as his mind began to race. Him? To blow a feral horse as big as this? How would it even work?

"Tik tok, kitty..." Fury whispered without turning his head to look at his spotted refugee, swinging his tail from side to side to simulate the ticking of a clock.

From his many years in the street, Veti was not a stranger to the trade of favors for some bodily pleasure. There weren't many animals whose dicks the ambitious feline hadn't sucked in his days in order to gain a certain key for a chest or information about the rotation of guards by a nobleman's house for example. Naturally, some horses were in that bunch too, but they had all been standing on only two hooves and their junk - at least their nuts - hadn't been as big as the one standing on four hooves next to Veti right now. And despite there being no explicit laws banning it, feral-on-anthro sex was still more or less a taboo subject inside the kingdom, with only those who were considered sexually depraved openly engaging in it.

The serval felt conflicted.

No! This wasn't beneath Veti, the dazed serval decided. He was the type to be inclined to enjoy a fat throbbing cock at the back of either his throat or tailhole if one was offered to him, even when there was nothing special to gain from it. He could do this. Being made to pleasure a stud was infinitely better than getting executed, after all. And as a silver lining, at least he could get another look at Fury's colossal nuts, the image of which still kept haunting the serval's thoughts.

"Ok... OK! You've sucked plenty of dicks before... It will be a piece of cake... You know how to handle males!" Veti reassured himself in his head as he quietly crawled behind Fury, tapping the left hoof of the stallion to notify him of his compliance.

And there they were again. Fury's majestic foal tanks, dangling almost directly in front of Veti's face as he crawled behind the stallion on all fours. Dear god were they big. Blending in with the shadows, the gargantuan rocks of stallion virility appeared even bigger than before, their salacious and surprisingly strong equine musk tickling Veti's nose even from a good two feet away. "Full" and "Heavy" were some words that popped into the serval's mind as he silently stared at the formidable foal factories, only able to fantasize about the amount of potent horse spunk swelling inside them.

Veti was getting hard.

Somewhat surprised himself, Veti shook his head and reassured himself that this was a good thing since he'd be way more comfortable blowing the equine creature while horny. Although, the serval was still somewhat intimidated by the potential phallic monster hiding in the darkness of Fury's sheath.

Veti twitched his big ears at the sound of the gray canine sniffing in the middle of the stable, suddenly getting filled with anxiousness about the wolf being able to track his scent. Reading his spotted plaything's mind, Fury quickly whispered: "Relax, kitty. If he can smell you through me, I'll give myself up for voluntary castration... Now get to work, my sheath is itchy!"

Inhaling his lungs full of the masculine scent from the dark stud, Veti carefully laid down on the cold stone floor and slithered himself beneath Fury, unable to take his feline eyes off the bulging nuts of the rugged stallion.

Fury's sheath was dark and big, just like the rest of the sizable animal. Upon witnessing it, Veti immediately imagined what sort of flare of extreme proportions was nestled inside. The male scent around the sheath was noticeably stronger than around Fury's balls, the overpowering musk passionately drilling itself into Veti's feline nose and fucking it like a plundering bandit would plough a virgin nun. Again, not that the small feline particularly disliked the scent, each inhalation of it into his lungs making his lower half twitch and his limber tail writhe.

There was plenty of space between Fury's dark belly and the floor, more than enough for Veti to sit up straight. The faintly blushing serval deftly rolled himself into a sitting position in order to better reach the dark cave of folded equine leather which contained the stallion's mare-stuffer. The mixed scent of sweat, urea and something pungent again slapped him across the face, and Veti had to wrinkle his nose as he gazed inside the musky cavern in front of him.

Veti waited in silence, listening to the slowly approaching paws of the canine guard.

"What's the holdup spots? Our captain prick is getting closer..."

"A-are you not going to drop it?" Veti hissed quietly, still not witnessing even a tip of the equine endowment to work with.

"Oh no, you're going to have to draw it out for me kitty..." Fury replied with a menacing chuckle. "I suggest you start playing with these before our armor-clad shit-sniffer gets too close," The stallion muttered, juggling his heavy male orbs up and down inside his sack. "Daddy likes it slow..."

The restless feline heart beat a wild rhythm in Veti's chest as he again dropped his sight onto the pair of smooth and tightly drawn breeding rocks that hung not too far from his face. There was a sudden rush of saliva into the outlaw serval's mouth and he had to audibly swallow before reaching out his right paw towards the oval lumps of colt-breeding excellence. Veti was panting and sweating even more than when he had been fleeing from the guards. What on earth was this stallion doing to him?

Veti's big feline ears twitched and he gasped under his breath as his fingers finally touched the soft, and surprisingly hot surface of the equine boulders. Fury snorted and lazily whipped the air with his dark tail as the serval touched his jewels.

The submissive, speckled feline became instantly enthralled by the dangling spheres of firm stallion sex, eagerly starting to explore their surface with his fingers, planting his left paw on the dark scrotum before long. For a moment, Veti became a small kitten who had just been given particularly fat balls of yarn to play with, and play with them, he did. The curious serval used his paws to grope, squeeze, fondle and rub everywhere on Fury's thick testes, appreciating the ample volume and weight of the equine nuts with the sensation of touch alone. Veti meticulously knead them in every conceivable direction, gasping with wanton delight upon feeling the weight of their impressive mass on his palms as he juggled them up and down in a mixture of arousal and awe. Everything about them was magnificent.

Fury snorted - presumably with satisfaction - and scraped the tiles with his hooves with a budding grin on his muzzle.

"Didn't I tell you to stop lighting up them torches! There's no fucking weasel here you castrated cub!" Fury loudly taunted the big wolf who was peeking inside every single pen in search of his thief. The gray canine growled with frustration.

"Something wrong? Has the king not been fucking your arse enough the past couple of nights? I hear mutts can get a bit jumpy if they're not bred often enough."

"Keep your trap shut mud-mane! Don't make me fetch the branding iron!"

"You should come to visit me at night more often! I know how to show a dog a good time! Bet you'd shut up for once with some big, fat horsecock in your mouth!"

The foul-mouthed argument between the two continued, but Veti was barely listening to the profanity-bellowing males anymore, focusing fully on pleasing the feral equine. Veti's cock was harder than the tiles of stone below his butt as he continued playing with Fury's male bits, slowly but surely dragging his soft paws up towards the stunning stallion's dark sheath that still refused to give the salivating serval any flare to play with.

The dark tunnel of musky leather unexpectedly throbbed as Veti brought his paws to play with its thick folds, gently rubbing the outside of the tremendous sheath with long strokes. The dark equine skin felt pleasant against his paws and the spotted feline could feel himself slipping deeper and deeper into a submissive state of worshipping horsecock, even though there still wasn't precisely a cock for him to worship. Veti wanted more.

Fury snorted and growled, keeping his head low as Veti began gently nibbling the sweaty leather of the dark stallion's sheath, planting small kisses all over the lewd cavity that held the feral malehood inside it. The pungent taste of it was oddly pleasing on Veti's tongue, flooding his mouth the more he licked and cleaned the many folds of Fury's cock wrappings with his salivating taster.

Acting up on his developing desires even further, Veti eventually placed his paws on the entrance of the sheath and carefully spread it open before plunging his nose straight into its sweaty grasp, his slender muzzle easily sinking in the musky embrace of the sheath. Veti inhaled and felt an unbelievable rush of euphoria tickling his body. He began huffing the thick air inside Fury's pouch of penile leather, whimpering and moaning as the raw scent made him dizzier and dizzier. He even stuck out his tongue and licked the wild-tasting insides of the sleeve of equine skin, folding his ears as another wave of extreme satisfaction ran through him like a chariot.

*Bump!*

Suddenly, there was something poking at the tip of Veti's nose. Something big, hard, and throbbing. The dazed feline blinked as if waking up from a trance, feeling the swelling tip of Fury's stallionhood pushing his muzzle out from the sweltering embrace of the great sheath. He nearly fell backward onto the floor as he had been leaning so heavily into the feral horse, the balance of his behind now disturbed by the tumescent growth on Fury's crotch.

Leaning back against his palms, Veti took deep breaths as he watched the blunt cockhead get squeezed out from the confines of the sheath, extending outwards like a rigid, dark snake occasionally nodding its head to gauge its surroundings. It was obvious that Fury was still holding back, only a few inches of shaft emerging from his stallion sleeve after the intimidating tip of his flare before the horsecock stopped.

Fury stomped the floor and Veti knew what needed to be done.

Acting even more brazenly than before, Veti dove his face into Fury's fearsome testes and began fervently licking them with his rough feline tongue, simultaneously wrapping his fingers around the bottom half of the feral stallion's pulsing shaft.

"Atta good kitty!" Fury snorted and ruffled his mane. "It's been a while since my balls last got a bath..."

Veti could easily taste the stallion's last statement, passing his taster across the fertile mounds of mare-impregnating essence, licking them from top to bottom while desirously jerking the slowly growing pole of stallion meat with his right paw. Without thinking too much, or really at all, the lusty serval opened his maw to the maximum, gently chomping down on Fury's left nut that was too big to even fit inside his mouth. The big stallion neighed excitedly as Veti filled his mouth with horse testes, greedily sucking on the loose skin of the stallion's scrotum, moaning softly with his muzzle buried in the feral beast's gargantuan sack.

Yup! There was no denying it now. Veti did have a thing for horses after all. Well, maybe not horses but at least this particular one. The size, the shape, the smell, the texture, the taste... Everything about the black stallion was absolutely perfect. Veti almost felt silly having hesitated to take on this extremely pleasurable task, being completely addicted to just the stallion's balls after such a short while. Even being the capable slut he was, Veti had never enjoyed servicing a male as much as he was now, already being extremely close to creaming his trousers from feeling so hot and tingly all over.

"How fucking big is he...?" Veti thought, still not feeling the thick ring decorating every equine dick against his palm, even though it felt like Fury had already dropped well over a foot of his cock. His imagination started running wild with how big of a monster the shadowy stud was rocking below his haunches. The thoughts of it only served to arouse the cock-hungry feline even further.

"I bet you that weasel of yours is already banging your wife back at your house! Though good for her, getting some real meat in her cunt for once!"

"I'll have you made into fucking wurst if you don't keep that muzzle shut!" The big wolf barked, sounding more and more annoyed with each interaction with the feral stallion.

"And I'll bet the king would make a nice pair of mittens out of you furball if you try to touch his prized warhorse! Not to mention I'd give you one hell of a makeover myself! Make you look like a fucking pug by kicking that nose in!" Fury laughed mockingly.

There it was! Veti retracted his muzzle to breathe some of the less stallion-scented air around him as he felt the thick middle of a horsedick sliding past his fingers. Damn was it big as well. The dark beam of equine lust was at least an inch thicker in diameter around the massive medial ring, sure to provide even the most experienced filly with plenty of stretch, that much was for certain.

The curiosity was eventually too much for Veti, who wistfully stopped bathing Fury's glorious gonads with his maw, and instead brought his muzzle closer to the actual foal-maker itself, staring wide-eyed as more and more inches of it lurched out of the confines of the shadowy sheath. Veti put both of his paws on the underbelly of the onyx beast, panting with his tongue out as the hard, girthy horsecock just kept on extending, already throbbing near three whole feet in length beneath Fury's four-legged figure. It was absolutely massive.

Veti flinched when the behemothic breeding tool finally stopped growing, Fury's flare now resting in the spotted feline's paws, hot, hard, heavy, and ready to plough. Veti flinched again as the owner of so much stallion pride abruptly slapped it against his belly, the enchanted thief silently watching the girthy tip wobbling about until it eventually reached equilibrium.

"The biggest you've seen?"

Veti turned his head to see Fury with his dark head inside the pen and gazing at him with a devious smile on his long muzzle. "Of course it is..."

The big equine then flapped his ears at the approaching sounds of the guard captain. "I assume you know what to do with it..." He chuckled before swinging his head back up and out of sight.

The armored wolf was getting closer. Veti could hear the tall canine checking out a pen only about forty feet away, the back of the stable now relatively well-lit from the flickering light from his torch. It seemed like the ultimate worst time to be sucking on the biggest horsecock one had ever seen, or even thinking about doing so. And yet, that was all Veti could think about. He needed to taste it. He wasn't even fully sure if he could fit even the tip of it between his jaws, but he still needed to pleasure it. Pleasure Fury. The ebony stallion and his fucking godly genitals, which made Veti feel so damn hot.

"I wouldn't come much closer if I were you... Wrath is sleeping in the pen opposite to mine and believe me, he is nasty when he gets woken up." Fury muttered and tossed his mane, the irked wolf ignoring the feral's warning as expected. "I'm telling you, should put out that torch or you'll have two angry stallions in your paws you cocksucking mutt..."

The slender feline dismissed the mention of another stallion, being too busy battling his male urges as he followed the length of Fury's throbbing mare-filler, quietly seating himself opposite the dangerously big, blunt glans of the equine fucklog, staring down its onyx shaft as saliva rushed onto his tongue. Veti had no real 'plan' on how to actually take on something this big, but as it turned out, he didn't really need to, as simply following his instincts was enough to get him going.

The wolf snapped something back at Fury, who then spat out even worse profanities at the canine while Veti spread his feline jaws to the maximum, wiggling his comparatively small muzzle over the engorged tip of the feral member he was holding onto with both paws. It only barely fit, rocking a circumference close to eleven inches from what Veti gathered, having its shape pressing against the roof of his mouth and tongue. The powerful throbs of the tumescent flare permeated through Veti's entire torso as he sealed his feline lips around Fury's elephantine girth, fully indulging his tongue in the stallion's tip before taking things further.

The large serval ears were folded against Veti's head as he licked the small-cannon-sized equine cocksicle, tasting the bewildering flavor of a feral male. It was a very peculiar taste as far as horsecock went. Oddly vulgar and perhaps even somewhat dirty compared to the ones the serval had sucked previously. Then again, Veti guessed feral equines didn't have the luxury of being able to wash their own sheath at regular intervals, which would explain the striking aroma pinching his tastebuds. Nevertheless, the spotted thief very much enjoyed both the taste and smell of Fury's baton.

"Fuck... If I didn't know better I'd say you just broke into the castle to choke on some horsecock..." Fury muttered and snorted excitedly as Veti began easing the shaft into his throat.

Each inch the small feline swallowed was a gamble, Veti having to regularly remind himself to stop and see if he could still breathe properly, as much as his instincts would have him swallow all of Fury whole right then and there. Swallowing a stallion wasn't nearly as easy as the thief remembered, and he had to wrestle the huge pipe of horsemeat down his gullet with sheer determination and sexual hunger.

Fury whinnied and shook his head, the tip of the jet-black horse's flare aggressively scraping past Veti's tonsils, nearly a foot of the monstrous mating extension already inside the ambitious, small-muzzled feline. Veti was nearly at his limit.

"If he flares now I'm going to choke!" Ran through Veti's head as he took the equine erection as deep into his throat as he could without dislocating his jaw. A little shy of one and a half feet of it.

Fury snorted once more and gently swayed his hindquarters about. The wolf guard was only a few pens away from the dark stallion's enclosure and was gradually approaching Fury despite his taunts. But even the ever-increasing risk of being caught didn't stop Veti from rocking his muzzle up and down the hot stallion shaft when the signal for it came in the shape of a sharp thrust from the hung feral stud into the thief's mouth.

Veti's eyes drooped half shut as he began his task of blowing the extremely endowed warhorse, hungrily slurping the upper half of Fury's feral dong down his gullet like a sleazy backstreet strumpet. Before he even knew it, his mouth was moving on its own to satisfy the feral male, taking in almost unhealthy amounts of horsedick in one undulation of his head, all the while salivating like a hungry dragon.

Veti was in a daze. His entire mouth was throbbing as he wantonly pushed over a foot of studtastic stallion meat inside it at increasing intervals, twitching his tail every time the blunt tip of the feral malehood scraped the back of his throat, his own feline counterpart doing the same involuntarily inside his pants. He could feel the saliva oozing out from between his lips and dripping down his chin, the raw shape and size of Fury's equine cum-cannon making the submitting serval's production go wild as he suckled on the magnificent cock of the feral animal.

"Easy there kitty... I thought you didn't want to get caught..." Fury chuckled and leaned his body forwards, giving the slutty serval even more of his dick to play with. Veti didn't listen and just kept swallowing the gargantuan equine cumhose down his throat, his hot moans muffled almost entirely against the rigid beam of throat-clogging, colt-siring glory.

Fully indulged in worshipping the pulsing flare, Veti's ears eventually twitched with surprise as he felt something thick and gooey splashing to the back of his throat. And there was a lot of it. Now each time he brought his muzzle down towards Fury's frightening medial ring, he could feel the same wet sensation in the back of his muzzle. A new, racy odor began tickling Veti's nostrils from the inside. Was the stallion already...?

A sudden surge of panic forced Veti to pull his head back, as he was still somewhat afraid of choking, both from when the bigger male would flare his dick to ejaculate and from how thick of a load of colts said dick would eventually spew out. The distraught serval dislodged his muzzle from the equine length, taking a deep breath through his nostrils as he stared at the wildly throbbing tip of Fury's tonsil tickler, connected to his tongue with a thick strand of horse pre. His mouth was still open as a thick rope of the pre-ejaculatory stallion fluid got launched directly onto his tongue, its salty, potent flavor instantly making Veti squirm where he sat.

There was another rope of it jet soon after, and another, and another, Veti having to quickly swallow as his feline mouth was rapidly filling with Fury's diluted colt-juice, the thick baton of sex spewing it soon amping up its production and squirting the translucent goo all over Veti's face. The horse was leaking like a fountain.

Fury defiantly scraped the floor with his robust hooves, as if the stud wanted to say 'yeah, it's much, what of it?'

His entire collar soon doused with the cloudy colt batter, Veti hastily dove back down onto the rod of equine arousal, not wanting the closeby canine to hear the light patter that the stallion pre produced when hitting the tiles of the floor. Upon his return to extremely slutty cocksucking the feline received a good quarter mouthful of the good stuff from Fury, not only having to swallow the stallion dick itself, but also its secretions. The sensation of the plentiful pre running down into his belly made Veti think about what it would be like once the feral horse actually came. Just his pre was so thick it could probably impregnate at least a couple of mares. Veti shuddered at the thought of what kind of nasty jizz had been cooking up inside the set of low-hanging horse gonads and for how long.

Tasting the absolute flood of feral pre gushing into his mouth eventually drove Veti wild with need and he leaned back and raised his hind paws to use them to knead Fury's testes around while sucking him off, trying to give the big stallion as much stimulation as he could.

.

Was it just Veti or did Fury's sack feel even heavier than before? The hormone-crazed cat could have sworn the oval colt-churns had swollen up at least a bit as they throbbed against his paws in perfect sync with the stallion meat he was busy kissing.

"Damn! Are all you thieves this good at blowing horses?" Fury groaned under his breath as Veti gave it his all to suck Fury's colts out of his dark stallion dick.

The guard captain was now done checking all the other pens, and Veti heard the large canine turning around and heading to the one opposite of him and his equine lover. The one that Fury had warned the wolf about.

"I tried to warn you!" Fury chuckled menacingly as the big wolf swung the torch over the fence and inspected the enclosure.

For a while, it was perfectly quiet. Like calm before a storm. And by god, what a storm did the wolf unleash with his actions.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, SWINGING THAT FUCKING TORCH AROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!?" The entire stable boomed with a very loud and very annoyed-sounding roar.

Veti stopped moving completely and perked up his ears just in time to hear armor clattering as the wolf stumbled backwards.

"Don't you FUCKING tail-sniffers have anything better to do? I oughta trample you into a furry fucking carpet!" The third voice roared and Veti could hear wood cracking as something heavy, most likely a pair of hooves was slammed against it with force.

"Told you..." Fury chuckled quietly. The wolf didn't say a word.

"Get the hell out of my sight you shitty dog! Shove that bloody torch up your tailhole and scram if you don't want a hoofprint decorating your face for the next week!"

The serene nighttime silence fell back inside the stable after there was what Veti assumed was another kick by the second stallion, the dry fencing in the opposite pen creaking and splintering from the force of it. "Fucking hell..." The profound bass voice muttered.

Veti remained frozen with his lips latched onto Fury's endowment as the torchlight was now directed towards the last pen that the - on all accounts - startled canine hadn't checked yet. The set of armored paws stepped closer.

Without saying a single word, Fury backed up two steps and plopped his dick out from the moist caress of Veti's muzzle. The imposing stallion then took three steps forwards slapping the confused serval to the ground with his hefty equine scrotum. As pleasant as it was getting whacked on his muzzle by the heavy pair of feral wrecking balls, the serval couldn't help a cold shiver from dancing along his spine as the strong stallion hindquarters now loomed above his chest. And as it turned out, that shiver of his was right.

The slender serval only barely had enough time to fill up his lungs before the dark stallion backside was abruptly dunked on top of his muzzle, Fury unapologetically parking his hefty rear right on top of the feline outlaw.

Veti weakly kicked the air with his hind paws, getting abruptly sat on by the big and healthy stallion. As expected, Fury was incredibly heavy, generously leaning most of his over two thousand pound weight onto his serval seating. Well, perhaps not most of it, otherwise Veti would have been flattened into a spotted rug underneath the bigger creature. Somewhat struggling to draw his breath, Veti tried struggling for a brief while, eventually ceasing his fruitless attempts to overpower the Fury's insurmountable mass with his weaker feline frame.

Fury was so big in comparison with Veti that his ass easily enveloped the smaller anthro's upper body, conveniently hiding it from plain sight with its size. After some time of struggling in the oppressive heaviness and warmth beneath the stallion's tail, Veti eventually came to the conclusion that this had been Fury's intention from the get-go. To keep the small thief hidden under his rump. Not that the feral stud didn't take great enjoyment in the act itself, getting nice and comfortable on the cold tiles, dragging Veti from side to side with his rump, grinding himself against his new, spotted seat.

"Take another step closer with that torch of yours. I - FUCKING - DARE - YOU - PUP!"

Even under the extensive volume of equine ass, Veti was able to hear the threatening, baritone rumble of Fury's voice as he warned the canine guard from coming any closer. The stable went silent. Veti felt like writhing about since he wasn't able to breathe properly in the oppressive conditions of having two thousand pounds of horse sitting on top of his torso, but the anthro feline held his paws and tail in their place, afraid of being found out by the wolf. His heart was beating fast, both from arousal and out of fear.

Fury snorted and there was a muffled growl to be heard.

"...Fucking four-hooves..." The faint voice of the wolf muttered and the steps of his armored paws started growing distant.

"That's right! Go suckle some milk out of the queen's tits! Oh right, you'd probably prefer the one from the king's dick wouldn't you!?" Fury bellowed mockingly after the canine, whinnying loudly to add insult to injury.

Was it over? Had Veti been saved? And if so, why was Fury still sitting on top of him?

And why the hell was it so arousing to be sat on by the feral stallion?

Not only did Veti have to use energy to keep up his breathing of the male-horse scented air into his awfully compressed lungs, but he also had to fight with the ever-accumulating agony by his waist as all the arousal he had built up from servicing the dark stud was getting ready to explode inside his small leather shorts. The sexually experienced serval had never in a million years imagined he would bust a nut to getting basically crushed under a feral horse's ass, and yet here he was, twitching closer and closer to relieving himself in explosive fashion with his muzzle buried in the dark cleft of a robust stallion.

Veti's orgasming moan was muffled by Fury's powerful glutes that trembled slightly when the small serval scratched the floor with his claws whilst succumbing to his animal desires in the borderline humiliating circumstances he had gotten himself into. Unfortunately, it was a bit too late for him to regret not removing his pants when he had started the stud-satisfying-process, now having to moisten the inside of his shorts with a few days' worth of feline cum. All he could do was squirm with his lower half, feeling how rope after rope of serval seed wetted his crotch as he was forced to relieve himself from the pleasure of being sat on by Fury. And relieve himself he did.

Why did cumming from his first real feral experience feel so damn good? The last time Veti recalled getting his dick squeezed so dry was when he had gotten gang-banged by a dozen prison guards in the last town he visited. And back then he had had two, sometimes even three or four dicks inside him in the best case. Now he was just buried under horse ass, experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm after sucking off said horse for a healthy while.

The satisfied, twitching thief was beyond dizzy when the dark haunches were eventually lifted from on top of him, his shorts stained with cum, his upper body sweaty and his fur matted for the most part. As he was gazing at the mastodonic testes of the bigger male, Veti still couldn't quite believe what had happened.

"Captain cocksleeve is gone now... It should be alright for us to make some noise..." Fury groaned as the ecstasy of climax slowly washed off from Veti's mind.

The big feral then sniffed loudly.

"Did that get you off? You're a spotted little freak aren't you?" Fury chuckled, but from his demeanor, anyone could tell this had been the shadowy equine's goal. The smirking stallion turned around to gaze at the conspicuous wet spot on Veti's shorts and huffed mockingly. "You sure you're not just a pervert who broke in to have sex with the kingdom's finest horse? This is getting kind of suspicious don't you think?"

Veti blushed but didn't make an effort to reply.

"Well I'm glad you were able to bust a nut, but I think it's about time that Daddy received his part of the bargain..." Fury smiled, slapping his dark flare against his belly to enforce his ominous tone.

Even though the wild cat outlaw had gotten more than his fair share of horse for one night, he was still very much eager to continue pleasing the big stallion. A deal was a deal, after all. It had nothing to do with the fact that Veti had already grown to enjoy the feeling of throbbing, pre-gushing horsemeat inside his mouth. None whatsoever.

Swallowing down some of his already rapidly accumulating saliva, Veti rolled back onto his rump, trying his best to ignore the unpleasant, moist sensation inside his shorts as he subsequently got down on all fours and obediently crawled beneath the four-hooved beast, who stared at him with his mean, shiver-inducing eyes. Fury's cannon was still in the condition Veti had been forced to leave it: fully erect and a thick stream of stallion pre running down the underside of the great onyx baton. Just seeing it again was enough to reinvigorate the serval's drained libido.

Approaching the tumescent colt fountain from the side, Veti greedily planted his tongue on the very base of it, catching the big glob of pre that was getting ready to run down Fury's balls before the feline stopped it. The taste of the Fury's foals elicited a shiver of content in Veti, who greedily ran his muzzle along the entire length of Fury's stallionhood, scooping up the heavy trail of translucent stallion splash inside his mouth in the process. The blunt tip of the august flare squirted out more pre as Veti made his way up to it, catching the newest, freshest rope straight into his mouth from the salacious stallion tap as he brought his muzzle over it once more.

His libido already climbed up to the point where he was no longer afraid of even the sluttiest of acts an anthro like him could possibly perform, Veti tried wrapping his lips back around the monumental mating obelisk that was the size of his arm but was abruptly stopped from doing so by Fury, who snorted and brashly moved away. Veti was left kneeling in utter confusion as the dark equine slowly walked his way back next to the gate of his pen, his three-foot flare bobbing about lewdly like the tail of a dragon.

"Oh no, that won't cut it anymore kitty... I want ass... for ass..." Fury said with an outright malicious grin, tapping the tiles by his forehooves in indication of where he wanted the serval.

Veti's heart skipped a beat. He was to take that? Into his tailhole? A twister of emotions began raging inside the feline's head.

As much as the thought of being laid by a stallion frightened Veti, he was also feeling oddly excited. His concealed serval cock quickly shot back up to full mast as he imagined the rough and animalistic fucking the handsome horse was capable of. What it would feel like to bend over in front of the equine beast and have his monstrous balls pummeling one's backside as the rugged feral took what was his.

Veti had seen feral horses fucking before and knew it was a real spectacle. He had visited secret shows where ferals, usually of the bigger variety like Fury, got to mate with anthros in front of a crowd, such entertainment being particularly popular amongst nobles for some strange reason. A particular instance of one such show came rushing into Veti's mind as he stared at Fury's fearsome horsecock invitingly bouncing up and down between the stallion's legs. He remembered the young male fox, dressed up in a noblewoman's gown, walking a fully flared cob onto the small stage where the show took place. The vulpine had laid down a special kind of bench that Veti had seen used more than once in such acts, flipped his skirt to tease the stallion, and subsequently gotten mercilessly bred in his tailhole by the feral male.

The twisted expression of pure debauchery and perverse satisfaction the fox had worn on his face when the audience cheered him and his feral mate for their extreme act of anal acrobatics had left a lasting impression on Veti. The serval would have never imagined he'd get to participate in the same kind of show, albeit in the privacy of the royal castle's stables.

The thing that caused Veti the most anxiety about the perverse transaction was that Fury wasn't exactly the average-sized cob the vulpine performer had taken on, the mix of what the thief assumed to be a Shire and a Thoroughbred being a good chunk bigger than the chestnut stallion on stage - in all the right places as well. And although the promiscuous outlaw's dear tailhole had seen plenty of use, it had never taken on anything as long or girthy as what Fury was planning on ramming inside it.

But even with all the anxiety the feline anthro had for the well-being of his gastric tract, he still couldn't shake the curiosity and lust tickling all the right spots in his body.

"I hope you're not planning on backing out... I'd hate to call our mutual adversary back to inspect the stable again." Fury cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrows.

Veti shook his head.

"Then come!" Even though the stallion didn't particularly raise his voice, the weight behind his punctuation was fairly threatening.

His mind still locked in a fierce battle between instincts and reason, Veti carefully crawled over to the wooden gate, bringing his trembling paws to a halt at the stallion's hooves. He still wasn't sure if he should be scared or excited. His body was definitely in the latter camp.

"Come on! Up and against it! It'd be a massive pain to try and breed you like that..." The stallion ordered Veti, gently biting onto the tip of the nervously swishing feline tail and yanking the serval up from the floor. Somewhat spooked by the sharp pain caused by the maneuver, Veti quickly sprung up from the cold tiles of the pen and assumed his position against the gate, leaning his paws against the sturdy planks whilst sticking out his behind in a way he thought would be most breedable for a male horse.

"Now that's more like it!" Fury huffed, gently nudging Veti's ass with his muzzle, dragging the anthro's hind paws slightly further apart with his hooves. "Now let's see the merchandise!"

Veti gasped as the Shire-mix caught the serval's leather belt in his teeth and yanked the tight-fitting shorts down in one go, exposing the spotted pair of cheeks for his equine muzzle. A delightful, submissive shiver permeated from his bottom half and the presenting cat dug his claws into the wood as the bigger animal's muzzle roughly inspected the area. Fury sniffed the spotted fur, snorted, and took a long, wet lick along the whole length of Veti's crease, eliciting a bitchy moan from the bent-over anthro. The stallion snorted again and gently felt up the entire surface of Veti's buttocks with his mouth, using his thick equine lips to get a feel of the shape and texture of his new cocksleeve. It felt weird for sure, but extremely pleasant in the same depraved fashion as Veti had enjoyed blowing Fury's meatsicle.

"Awfully small... But I guess it could fill in for a filly..." Fury eventually muttered, retracting his black and white muzzle from Veti's rump, leaving the trembling feline gasping and panting. "Now the real question here is..."

*Thump*

Veti flinched, the gate he was leaning against rattled and creaked as the sturdy forehooves of a two-thousand-pound stallion were hooked over it and Fury's equine frame cast a shadow on top of the slender serval. There was a meaty, throbbing presence on top of his back. "...How bad do you want it?"

Veti voiced a soft 'meow' as he felt Fury dragging the dark, equine breeder around on his back, a great deal of the soft feline fur getting soiled by stallion pre in only a few seconds. His own dick - merely one-sixth of his partner's in size - was equally hard and leaking just as much when he began to accept reality, the reality weighing hot and throbbing against his spine.

"Well...?" Fury whispered, bringing his nuts to meet with Veti's fluffy buttocks.

"...I want it..." The words leaving Veti's mouth could have been goose down floating in the wind with how weak they were, only barely audible to the feline himself.

"I think you can do better than that..." Fury huffed and slammed his scrotum against the trembling cat with even more force.

"I want it! I-I want your cock!"

"Now that's what Daddy likes to hear!"

A wave of anxiety-filled anticipation erected every single hair on Veti's fluffy body when he felt Fury's rectal battering ram sliding off his back and dropping slightly below his fluffy serval rump. Veti twitched and just about managed to stifle a surprised moan when the breeding-ready stallion made his erect fuckpole jump up, its blunt tip landing in just the right spot below the nervously writhing serval tail, slowly tracing lower and lower until it was precisely where the stud wanted it to be. Veti felt a rope of the familiar stud pre splattering onto his winking serval sphincter and tensed up even more.

"Bad idea, kitty..." Fury blew some warm, stallion-scented air onto Veti's ears and muzzle. "You definitely want to be more relaxed for this..."

But it was impossible for the anthro to relax. How could he, when he was about to be fucked by a stallion? The biggest one in the kingdom no less.

"...Your choice!"

Fury moved his dark haunches with such speed and vigor that Veti didn't even register his ass swallowing half of the huge horsecock on the stallion's first thrust. The sensation of getting his feline guts slammed in by thick stallion dick came as a bittersweet aftershock to the abrupt penetration, the intensity of it having brought the serval to his knees, were his ass not held up by the tension of his partner's hefty endowment. It nearly made him cum right on the spot.

Veti didn't know what to feel. All he knew was that he was full of cock. Full of big, hard, veiny equine cock, his entire lower half throbbing in unison with the fat stallion length buried over a foot inside his plump behind. Veti began to sweat profusely, his ass having great difficulties in trying to accommodate an object as big as a feral stallion's malehood, his insides - stretched to their limits - wrestling with the one and a half feet of Fury in their grasp. The area around his sphincter was hot and aching as it faced the most pressure from the thickest part of the mounting male horse's breeding pole, locked in a lewd kiss with Fury's medial ring.

"Mhhmm~ It's been a while since they brought me a mare or a gelded colt to breed..." Fury groaned somewhere above Veti's ears, the amount of lust in his voice causing the feline tailhole to clamp around his cock even harder than it already was. "You have no idea how annoying it is to spend your days with your nuts swelling with spunk and no suitable hole to relieve it with..." The stallion continued, restlessly rocking his frame back and forth, scraping the walls of Veti's feline fun-tunnel with his nasty flare. "It was a real stroke of luck that you happened to wander in here kitty... Finally, I can let my colts out to play!"

Veti nearly blacked out as another one and a half feet of horsecock got forcibly rammed into his violently cramping tailhole. There was an almost audible thump when the tip of Fury's flare smashed against the inside of Veti's belly, the slender feline's abdomen now bulging with the shape of a stallion way past his belly button. The harsh impact removed all

tension the thief had in his neck, his furry head swinging down to gaze at the glorious dome the stallion dick had created on his abdomen, a wild, incapacitating pleasure ravishing his frame as soon as he witnessed it for himself.

But that pleasure ended up being nothing compared to when the serval's body finally realized just how much stallion it actually had inside it, the loin-burning sensation of it again arriving a few seconds late.

Veti moaned without restraint, his erect kittycock starting to expel ejaculate in voluminous spurts as the feeling of getting one's ass split in half by the girth of a stallion slapped him across his face harder than Fury's balls had. The moderate amount of pain from the anatomically mismatched penetration dissipated with each healthy rope of feline ejaculate hitting the stable floor, giving way for even more pleasure to freely roam about the makeshift mare's speckled body. The unhealthy amount of stretch being applied to his colon by the throbbing mass intruding in his shitter twisted the features of Veti's feline face into an expression of a shameless slut: eyes slowly rolling back into his skull, mouth agape and drooling in a contest with his cock; an expression very much like on the fox Veti had reminisced about before taking on his current role of a filly substitute.

Cumming from being rectally impaled by a feral cock was addictingly pleasurable and feeling so helpless and small at the big stallion's hooves made Veti cum nearly twice as hard as he usually did with his two-legged partners. The real sex between him and Fury hadn't even begun, and Veti was already a real mess from having the bigger male in him.

Having just about survived his first barrage of intense interspecies pleasure, a hoarse moan was abruptly forced out of Veti's throat as he felt the very back of his tight colon expanding yet again. Fury was flaring his already gargantuan cock. Suddenly, Veti's ass was even more full of stallion, Fury's equine glans growing wider and reaching an inch or two deeper inside the desperately moaning feline. Veti was sure he was going to break from the stretch his insides took on.

"Hehe~ How do you like Daddy's flare? Don't you worry, it'll get even bigger once I seed your tight kitty-cunt for good!"

Veti gasped as the stallion dong returned to its previous size, one which felt nice and manageable compared to the engorged state its owner had given his ass a taste of. The blissful moment of respite was regrettably short-lived as it was now time for Fury to start doing what big stallion studs like him did best.

Fuck.

Fury's mating was rough and unforgiving, just as anyone with a pair of eyes could have expected from a beast as big as the shadowy stallion. Veti was left clutching onto the gate, the intense blend of pain and pleasure of being violently mated contorting his feline face as the feral male effectively turned his tailhole inside out with his huge, throbbing flare. Even the slender thief's sharp claws, which he was so proud of, were completely useless for gaining friction from the floor as the strong feral moved exactly how he wanted, dragging the smaller feline along as he pleased, only interested in getting his rocks off as fast and efficiently as possible.

Three whole feet of pulsing, hot stallion dick slipped past Veti's dilated anus like it was nothing, the impressive girth of the stallion doing a good job of loosening the feline hole up for even more aggressive fucking, Fury's destructive jabs increasing in pace each dozen thrusts or so. And in that tune, the prostate-bullying, sphincter-stretching, gut-compressing feral on anthro sex kept getting louder and louder, Fury's oval foal factories thumping against Veti's fluffy rump with considerable force already. Each heated slap they made elicited a submissive 'meow' from the spotted equine cocksleeve of a kitty that Veti was slowly becoming underneath his feral partner.

"You'll become a fine surrogate-mare for my foals! It's been such a long while since I last got to fuck such a welcoming cunt as yours... I'm sure I'll be able to knock you up with a colt or two!" Fury snorted, and at that moment, Veti didn't doubt the stallion's words a single bit. Every last one of the equine Alpha's thrusts was made with the full, conscious intent to impregnate the other party, regardless of the existence of a fertile womb. Veti also didn't doubt his tailhole's ability to out-mare the cunt of an average filly, being fucked wide enough to take even Fury with relative ease - something that spurred on the wildly fucking stallion even further.

"Hey, Darknuts!"

A loud shout brought both of the males down from their hormone-fueled ecstasy, Fury still moving his haunches at the same rump-battering pace.

"What the fuck is with the noise? Do you have to bother me too?"

Lifting his head from gazing at the meaty bulge moving about on his abdomen, Veti looked past the boards of the gate and noticed a big, brown muzzle peeking over the gate of the opposite pen. The second stallion eventually stepped even closer, the thief being fucked silly now seeing a pair of green eyes and a straight flaxen mane draping over the large horse's neck, part of the golden hairs braided towards his back. The male was just as big and mean-looking as Fury, most likely of the same mix of breeds as the stallion currently humping Veti's brains out, his dominantly chestnut frame equally muscular and handsome as his dark brethren.

"Good sleep?" Fury asked sarcastically.

"Fuck yeah! Until that fucking, loud-ass furball interrupted it!" The male, who Veti now recalled being named Wrath, huffed and scraped the floor, the resentment ripe in his deep voice. "I was ploughing this gorgeous filly in an open field... Rump as big a pair of wheat sacks, dripping wet cunt all warmed up for a big stallion to fuck... I had just about mounted the bitch when that faggot of a wolf came to wake me up! Fucking hell, I'm still hard!" Wrath whinnied and shook his head, his face as grim as on an executioner.

Veti swallowed as Fury abruptly stopped his thrust, resting the full three-foot length of his mallet inside the panting feline. The two hadn't been acquainted for more than half an hour and the thief already knew the dark stud well enough to know what was about to go down.

"Nuts weighing you down? I just might have the cure for that!" An ominous chuckle echoed around the back of the stable.

Veti whimpered and came just a little as Fury abruptly reared and stepped closer to the gate with the poor thief still dangling on his malehood. The serval getting mounted was thrust forwards in between the boards of the gate, the gap between them just wide enough to allow a slender male like him to squeeze through, minus his hips.

The warming shiver of a climax tickling his spine, Veti slowly raised his gaze, feeling another shiver run back down the same way as he stared at another big stallion right into his frightening emerald eyes. Veti felt the exact same sensation as he had back when he had been eye-to-eye with Fury for the first time. The feeling of being small and insignificant before a bigger animal. A bigger male.

"...This the weasel they were looking for?" Wrath raised his brows and cocked his ears from side to side, appearing very indifferent to the other stallion's feline guest.

"Yup! I tell you he's a fucking natural! A real slut for big horsecocks. Had him bathe my balls while that canine sack of cunt hair was here. Wanna give his muzzle a go?"

Wrath looked down into Veti's eyes, the serval only mustering up a nervous smile as his mouth was being sized up as a potential cum-dump candidate for yet another stallion, who Veti had a bad hunch wasn't too lacking in the department of siring foals.

"I'll take you up on that, Milk-strip... It's not like I can go back to sleep like this..."

Veti nearly choked on his own saliva, swallowing just as Fury resumed his violent butt-pounding, having to cough the swallowing-aiding-fluid out of his throat while Wrath easily kicked his gate off its hinges. Having to gasp an acceptable amount of oxygen back into his lungs, Veti got to lay his eyes onto another set of gargantuan horse genitals as Wrath trotted out of his pen, the big brown male already at full flare as he walked into the feline's view.

Wrath was just as big and girthy as Fury, his balls, while perhaps a bit more round in shape, having an equal volume in comparison to the hefty foal containers on the dark stallion. His tree trunk of a cock was varicolored unlike on Fury, dominantly the dark shade of chocolate with some pink splattered here and there on his length. The thick pole of equine mating prowess wobble up and down tauntingly as the stallion walked closer, Wrath very much aware of the thief staring at his impressive junk all the way.

"Feel free to look at it as much as you want, weasel. Ain't no shame staring at stallion's nuts, especially mine." The big horse chuckled and whisked his tail about, tauntingly snorting onto Veti's face as soon as he got close enough. "In fact, I'll go ahead and give you a better look!"

Veti flinched as the majestic brown stallion launched his forehooves up into the air, rearing his sturdy upper body and chafing the air with his hooves before landing his forelegs onto the gate with a loud thump.

"Move over ya faggot! Give me some space!"

Fury snapped his big white teeth at the competing stallion but did allow Wrath to settle his legs between his own.

Veti was now face-to-face with the second big daddy equine's colorful cock, the side of the cylindrical shaft rubbing against his cheek as Wrath settled into place in front of the stuck feline. His body already conditioned to appreciate big horsecocks by Fury, Veti's mouth became flooded with saliva just from the presence and the scent of Wrath's champion dong. The brown stallion carried a much more unrefined, animal-like aroma both on his junk and the rest of his body, however being equally potent with the hormones of a rutting male equine as on the ebony male.

"Like the view?" Wrath grumbled, performing a pair of hasty thrusts against Veti's cheek, slapping his flare against his chestnut belly, leaving some spunky pre sticking to his own coat.

Each of Fury's thrusts rocked Veti's muzzle close and closer to the base of Wrath's stallionhood, the sight of another, massive pair of horse testes up close sending a whole range of submissive signals in and out of the small feline's brain, Veti voluntarily cracking open his maw as the raw stallion length rubbed against his face. He wanted Wrath to fill his mouth. He wanted to be fucked by two big studs at the same time.

And so did Wrath.

"Open up weasel, Daddy has some treats for you!" The brown stallion rumbled, backing up enough as to allow his tip to drop down and kiss Veti on the lips, the slutty serval immediately receiving a healthy dose of salutational pre from the blunt glans and the eager urethra nestled between them. Wrath snorted and his flare throbbed enthusiastically.

"Come on kitty! Give Daddy's flare a nice smooch!" The chuckling horse pushed his tip closer, prying open Veti's soft feline lips and squirting a juicy rope of pre straight into his mouth. The wild taste of a stallion made Veti shiver just like it had with Fury. "Go on! Make out with it! Show Daddy how much you love his fat horsedick!"

Such were Veti's orders and the feline meekly complied.

Holding just the tip of Wrath's meatpole in his mouth, Veti began licking the pinnacle of the chestnut stallion's flare, showing it all of his love for equine dicks, getting many delicious ropes of thick stallion pre as a reward. Fury had fortunately loosened up Veti's ass up to the point where he could go balls deep in the feline as hard and fast as he wanted without it affecting the passionate make-out session between the anthro and the second feral's pulsing cockhead. All three males were enjoying themselves.

But just like his brother in penile length and girth, Wrath was expectedly impatient, and only after a short while of having his tip licked he already sought more profound pleasures from deeper in the slutty serval's throat. Veti whimpered as another throbbing tip of a stallion's flare acquainted itself with the back of his throat, Wrath pushing his medial ring onto the serval's lips before he could even gag properly. Taking advantage of the shared, spotted cocksleeve's surprise, Wrath thrust his member even deeper, successfully stuffing a bit over two feet of his meat down Veti's muzzle.

"Not bad for a weasel!" Wrath groaned while Veti was able to remain surprisingly calm in a situation that would have usually been a cause for great panic. "Now, let's see how you handle getting your face pounded like one!" The strong stallion took a slightly wider stance with his rear hooves.

"You better observe too Darknuts! Might learn a thing or two from how a grown stallion really fucks."

"Fuck off! I was knocking up mares with my colts while you were still suckling on your mother's saggy tits! You might think you know how to mate since your daddy used you as a filly right after you were old enough to handle his cock!" Fury snapped back at the other horse, taking out his anger on Veti's behind which received a pair of extra harsh, gut-gouging thrusts from the stud.

"Sensitive as always..." Wrath chuckled, his first three jabs into Veti's wide-open muzzle equally spiced with spite. "Come talk shit to me when you can out-pace me in a race around the castle ya fucking colt! Perhaps the shitty dog was right and they should make you into sausage! They'd probably get an entire meal of your fucking balls and cock alone!"

The two horses kept slinging insults at each other, the force of their thrust varying on the grade of slander getting hurled their way, each getting payback on the other stallion through Veti, who was getting both of his holes violated and violated good. Before long, the back of the stable began sounding like it actually housed two mating stallions, the plethora of lewd sounds produced by Veti and his dilating orifices also joined by a few enthusiastic whinnies and snorts from the two horses stretching out their shared milking tool.

"Of fuck! It's almost better than a mare's cunt!" Wrath snarled.

"You should try the back! This kitty's milking me like a filly in a hurry to get her first foals!"

Fucked raw and hard like a furry semen extractor, Veti took in more stallion dick than the sluttiest mare down by the brothel, all the moans pumped out of him by Fury's three-foot-long fucklog adequately muffled by the chocolate and pink colt cannon fucking him from the front. Neither his tailhole nor mouth had ever been subjected to such passionate mating, and Veti had never been so aroused in his life.

How had breaking into the royal castle led to him being passionately spit-roasted by two huge stallions as he was stuck in a wooden gate between their loins? Veti could only wonder as he was stuffed so full of cock he could pass for a retired prostitute.

Both of the stallions were starting to speed up, Fury already testing the back of Veti's tailhole with his flare, gradually inflating it with more blood as he dragged it back and forth inside the smaller anthro. Meanwhile, Wrath had started to juggle his nuts in their sack, the great orbs of chocolate undulating one by one right at the bottom of Veti's view as he battled, at best, nearly five feet of stallion cock at a time. Both of them were getting close.

Veti almost didn't even want to imagine how much jizz would be filling him up in just a few short moments, the incredibly arousing thought of the double-ended insemination creeping inside the feline's head, planting mental images of the spitroasted kitty with his belly bulging from stallion seed, fur matted and dripping with the same salacious substance. Merely the thought of it was enough to make him squirt from his half-erect feline rod. His body wanted it. To be a proper filly for the two studs.

Lost in his fantasies of extreme gut-clogging and pseudo-pregnancy by feral horses, Veti eventually flinched, hearing something strange from above his back. Both Fury and Wrath were snorting, but contrary to usual, their explosive exhalations were much softer, almost gentle in tone. In addition, there was something odd, something wet to be heard.

The stallions were kissing. Their long equine muzzles were locked to one another, strong stallion tongues lapping away in their embrace despite the great amount of dislike they had displayed just moments earlier.

"You're such a fucking faggot!" Fury grunted into the kiss.

"Rich coming from the stallion whose sucking on my tongue like foal nursing a teat..." Wrath grumbled in response.

The majestic male equines continued to make out whilst pounding their shared partner with all they had, a strange sense of intimacy crowning the overtly perverted act of feral-anthro-feral threesome. The saliva from their sloppy tongue-wrestling dripped down onto Veti's lower back which was already sore from taking so many gut-slamming hits from Fury's hips.

The feral kiss was eventually broken off by Fury, who whinnied with excitement, launching into a final frenzy of orgasm-inducing, flare-milking humps, his gurgling nuts beating Veti's behind nearly twice in a second. "Fuck~! I didn't think I'd last this long with this tight of a cunt!" The furiously mating stallion snorted, flaring up his rapidly moving stallion dick to its full, mare-stretching size. "Haven't emptied my nuts in over a fortnight... You'll be getting a lot of colts, little kitty!" Fury growled, Veti's tailpipe now feeling the full size of a rutting stud. "Better bite down on Choco's dick good, 'cause Daddy's gonna nut!"

All three feet of Fury's member got buried between the fluffy buttocks of the serval thief, the dark stallion whinnying once more as he brought his jet-black haunches to a halt, grinding them against the smaller male below him, leaning the entire weight of his lower body against Veti. The submitting serval's legs went limp as soon as the shotgun blast of equine ejaculate slammed into the deepest nook of his colon, beginning to inflate his intestines before the slender feline could even moan against Wrath's flare. The hot enema of feral jizz exploded into Veti's butthole, deforming his already bulging belly even further, forcing his insides to expand under the thick tidal wave of stallion seed being pumped into them by Fury's fat semen hose.

"Fucking take my foals, kitten!" Fury grunted, retracting half of his engorged flare and pushing the equine monstrosity even deeper into Veti, who was busy succumbing to an orgasm of his own.

Despite the extreme volume of equine swimmers his insides were forced to take on, Veti felt nothing but bliss getting himself thoroughly creamed by the shadowy beast. His erection jumped back up to full mast immediately and began spewing out small globs of diluted kittycum as Fury weighed down on his rump, the giant pair of balls jumping against his spotted backside as they drained their contents inside his ass, throb after throb after throb. The overwhelming feeling of fullness made Veti feel like he was actually carrying a foal in his belly, which slowly began to take shape indicating the same fact. Never before had anyone or anything dumped this much seed inside Veti. And never before had the serval cum with such mind-blowing satisfaction.

"...And he's even taking it all... Must be a fat mare in disguise!" Fury chuckled.

"One with a bottomless cunt!" Wrath snorted, tirelessly humping Veti's face while the feline was rounding out to gravid proportions by his lower half.

But the chestnut stallion's statement quickly proved itself to be false as Veti's colon decided it had had enough and with the next dozen throbs of Fury's fat fuckmeat, all the cum that got added inside the not-so-slender cat, splashed out from between his legs, staining his thighs and cheeks, a mighty pool of colts accumulating by his ankles onto the stable floor below. The warm feral ejaculate was squirting everywhere.

Veti was starting to drift out of consciousness, the animalistic pleasure from getting bred into his tailhole being the only thing keeping him from passing out, his nostrils unable to get enough oxygen into his lungs, which were currently competing for space with the pool of horse seed churning inside his body. The reason for him not being able to inhale the required amount of the thick stable air soon revealed itself, Wrath's equipment flaring up way past Veti's tonsils, effectively sealing his throat shut for good with how wide the tip grew in the blink of an eye.

"Hope ya still got room..." Wrath grunted, the gooey pre gushing from his tip transforming into the same thick spunk that was claiming Veti's guts and blasting into the depths of his gullet, erupting like a geyser of equine jizz.

Had the experience of taking on the intense anal love of an animal nearly three times his size not weakened Veti down to the point of indifference, he would have definitely panicked. Both his body and mind had now accepted that there was nothing he could really do to stop Wrath from doing his business inside his muzzle, and so the worn thief just let it happen. He didn't even really need to swallow, Wrath's dick stuck so deep inside his muzzle that the stallion could blast all his foals straight down Veti's ever-expanding belly however he wanted.

Somewhere at the very back of his brain that had still not completely shut down from the abundance of horsecocks and stallion jizz, Veti wondered if the two masses of ejaculate would meet somewhere in the middle inside him.

Instead of allowing the inflating stallion toy the sweet release of death by choking on a huge horse member, Wrath performed an abrupt pullout just as Veti was slipping into unconsciousness, extracting all nineteen inches of his flare from the wet grasp of the snug serval throat. Veti gasped and inhaled oxygen into his gaping throat, regaining his lucidity fairly quickly, having to immediately close his eyes from the voluminous facial that Wrath was blasting all over his muzzle. The hot stallion seed painted Veti's entire face completely white in a matter of seconds, the healthy ropes of feral cum leaping up and over the gasping serval's head, giving his ears, back, and shoulders a hefty coating as well. Wrath whinnied.

The sexy stallion shower seemed to go on forever, Fury's orgasm also continuing for what Veti was sure was at least the second minute of continuous gut-basting. Slowly becoming more and more addicted to feeling, tasting, and smelling the big, handsome stallions around and inside him, Veti had two more orgasms - one of which was dry - until the pair of studs had spent their nuts to their liking, the serval nearly swimming in stallion secretions by the end of the intense three-way mating.

The stable went almost completely silent for a short while, the only sounds to be heard being the decelerating rhythm of all three males' breaths in the dark, as well as the two horses roiling their heads, snorting and performing a quick kiss once again.

Veti had never felt this heavy in his life. Not even the time when he had to smuggle a sack of gold out from the bank underneath his clothes. If he hadn't had Fury's cock holding him up, he doubted he would have been able to stand on his own two feet with how much cargo he had in his belly. But the dizzy feline was also able to find strange solace and luxury in his heavy, filled-up state, his swollen abdomen carrying the notion of being well-bred and having acted as a good mare for the big feral equine. For both of them.

Lost in the bizarre afterglow of getting bred by two big horses, Veti didn't even notice Wrath leaning his big brown head behind his shoulders and cocking his muzzle to the side while his equine ears fluttered about.

"Holy fuck, you bred him good!" Wrath abruptly burst out laughing, his ebony baritone voice echoing around the entire stable. "Weasel looks like he's two weeks away from birthing quadruplets!"

The chestnut stud wasn't wrong in the slightest.

Wrath swiftly tossed his head back up and forced another kiss onto Fury. "Mmhh~ That's my fucking stud!"

Fury lazily reciprocated the kiss, some stallion saliva pattering against the top of the wooden gate below their muzzles. Veti twitched his ears to the sounds of the two making out, his erection very much enjoying the sounds of studtastic saliva exchange, leaking out the remaining drops of serval semen from Veti's last climax while the insides of his hole churned with Fury's hot load.

"Ready for the wetworks?" Fury grunted into the kiss.

Wrath let out an affirming snort before parting his lips from the other stallion's. "Fuck yeah!"

The long equine head of Wrath appeared next to Veti's left shoulder again, the big stallion donning an impish smile on his muzzle, the reason for it revealed to the stuck serval a moment later.

The gate creaked as Fury pushed his upper body off the wooden railing, carefully starting to back away from the entrance to his pen, retracting his giant stallion dick from Veti's colon in the process. The bottoming serval whimpered as the warm mass of semen within his lower half lurched into motion, eagerly rushing into the empty space left by the absence of a thick stallion flare. The soft whimper soon turned into a wholehearted, slutty moan as the pressure inside his loins being relieved brought the slender anthro an unparalleled amount of satisfaction, the sensation of it rising sharply towards its pinnacle the more Fury extracted his member from his tailhole.

Veti's pleasure culminated in the sweet moment when the tip of Fury's flare eventually popped out from his wildly dilated tailhole, all the stallion jizz it had held sealed into Veti's rectum bursting out all at once, twisting the feline's expression into a perverted grin of utter satisfaction. The stick stallion ejaculate erupted out of Veti's tailhole in one massive waterfall of semen, his round belly deflating considerably as the liquid foals of the dark stud flowed out of his body without finding an egg to fertilize during their inflating visit.

"Damn! Look at all that jizz!" Wrath chuckled as the white gunk splattered onto the cold stones of the stable. "This weasel must be some special kind of slut to be able to handle so much foal milk."

"Yup! Isn't this kitty's first rodeo for sure! That tailhole has taken some heavy dicking down even before I went and wrecked it!" Fury tossed his mane and gazed at the gaping crater of an anus on Veti's backside. "He 'ain't going to be good for anything other than fat stallion dick from now on..."

The ebony horse's words resonated somewhere deep inside Veti's head, the serval on some level knowing that what Fury had said was true. As he was now, Veti doubted he would have been even able to feel a regular dick in his tailhole, let alone close his sphincter around one. And as grim as it sounded, not being able to enjoy any other cocks aside from feral stallion schlongs, Veti was strangely happy and somewhat proud of his newly acquired title of a 'mare' as one could certainly characterize his position as such.

"Now then..." Fury muttered and Veti could hear the stallion moving about behind him. "How about another round?"

The shock stole Veti's legs from him, and he fell backwards, slipping away from between the boards of the gate, landing in the mighty puddle of horse semen below his buttocks. Wiping off most of Wrath's cum from his head and muzzle with shaking paws, Veti turned around, finding Fury rolled on over to his back, all five of his feet pointing directly up while the gently hostile, amber eyes gazed at the baffled anthro.

"Hop on!" The big feral whinnied, enticingly swishing about his thick dark totem pole of a phallus, the shaft of which was still decorated with plenty of his own jizz.

Veti didn't know what moved his body. Was it the dark stallion's commanding tone that made him crawl over to the handsome feral? Was it those enchanting eyes that made him climb onto the big equine's lap and trail his backside all the way up to the blunt tip of Fury's flare? Was it a twisted sense of gratitude towards the bigger animal for saving his hide that made him slip the hefty glans back into his crease? Or was it the strong desire to get another filling of horsecock, implanted inside him by the feral on their first round of interspecies sex that made him sit down on the three-foot tower of equine breeding prowess and moan like the giant slut for feral dick he was?

Veti didn't know, but he did it regardless.

"What a lucky kitty... Gets to be ridden by and ride a real warhorse on the same night!" Fury chuckled, the furry stallioncock-warmer once again covering his feral length. "And since I already broke you in just now..." The feral male aggressively slammed his forehooves onto Veti's butt, locking the gasping feline in place on his lap. "...I don't need to hold back!"

Veti mewled like a female cat in heat as Fury began humping him from below, assisting his aggressive hip movements with his hooves; clumsy as they were, the Shire-mix stud was able to use them to his advantage quite well. It was amazing how much force the ebony stallion was able to generate from his admittedly awkward position on the floor, being able to pound Veti's backside at nearly the same pace as during the spit-roast. The loudly moaning serval began jumping helplessly on the feral male's lap, getting his already loose tailhole expanded even further by the familiar, thick stallion flare plunging into it without remorse. Fury whinnied as his hefty cannonballs started beating a salacious rhythm on the smaller anthro's wide rear.

For the first minute or so, Veti managed to remain somewhat upright, holding onto Fury's hind legs for support as he got his ass pummeled from below, his belly deforming with the shape of Fury's flare poking about. But as the satisfaction began taking strength away from his already sore muscles, the harshly fucked feline eventually ended up folding against the feral equine's belly, panting against the glossy fur of the giant shadow of an equine underneath him. Fury didn't seem to mind and kept on mating with his kitty, snorting every now and then as he made a particularly colon-stretching thrust, rapaciously hammering his giant nuts onto the trembling anthro's rump.

"That's it - Fuckin - Take my - Fat - Dick - You - Fucking - Slut!" Fury grunted with each thrust as if genuinely angry, driving his dick into the deepest corners of Veti's colon, occasionally flaring his length inside the quivering feline tunnel to hear his bitch whimper against his equine chest.

The perverted horse-riding continued on, getting louder and faster the more both of its participants got into their role and allowed their desires to pilot their bodies. The sticky remainders of Fury's last load formed gooey ropes between the soft fur of the round serval cheeks and the equine testes that battered them without mercy, adding their own element of lewd wetness both to the impact and the sound of it. Fury's orbs were still very much full of his colt-creating stallion milk, Veti was able to tell as much from their weight, carefully curling his fluffy feline tail around the stallion's balls as he was pounded.

Panting against Fury's frame, Veti twitched as he spotted the umber shadow of Wrath stepping next to the wildly mating stallion-serval pair, the second horse lowering his big head closer to the surprised anthro, his green eyes staring directly into the thief's. Veti moaned as the feral male aggressively pushed his large lips onto his, Wrath's big, wet tongue lapping about the entirety of Veti's muzzle, eventually getting forced inside the serval's mouth where it wrestled with its feline counterpart whilst getting stuck deeper to exploring the depths of Veti's throat. Being in no position to ward off the advances of either stallion, Veti let Wrath have his intimate fun with his maw, the chestnut stud retracting his muzzle after about a minute, leaving the dazed serval gasping, his entire face wet with stallion saliva.

"You just gonna kiss him or are you gonna fuck him?" Fury asked after the gay anthro-on-feral kiss was over.

Wrath snickered and walked out of Veti's view for a brief moment, the intimidating shadow of the second stallion soon appearing on top of him. The flare, the taste of which Veti's mouth would never forget was soon thrust onto his lower back, the tumescent pipe of hot and heavy horse sex pulsing lustfully against the soft fur it laid against. The chestnut equine snorted, the sound of which sent an unexpectedly arousing shiver dancing on Veti's spine. Sure, Veti was aware that his tailhole wasn't the most narrow pipe of flesh any longer, but he still had his doubts about it being double-stallion wide.

Alas, the serval didn't have a choice, Wrath slowly dragging his flare backward until it dropped inside Veti's crease, where its similarly-sized friend was busy warming the feline entrance up for his three-foot-long brother.

"Think I'll wreck the poor weasel?" Wrath muttered, prodding his tip against the rim of Veti's sphincter, the contact producing a shocking amount of pleasure for the anthro who didn't know if he should be excited or scared.

"It'll do a mare good to get her cunt properly stretched out once a while." Fury replied between the animalistic grunts and snorts leaving his dark muzzle.

"Thought so... Any objections, weasel?"

Veti was too busy moaning to even be able to think of forming coherent words with his mouth.

"You're going to love this..."

Veti's entire psyche got shattered for a few agonizing seconds of another horsecock entering his tailhole, his mind going completely blank, his body completely limp and his malehood relieving itself for what felt like three consecutive times. The sensation of the equine double penetration was so draining, that the mare-substitute anthro didn't even have the strength to vocalize any of the intense pleasure and scorching pain he felt from the act. And even if he did, there wouldn't have been any sort of words or noise he could produce to describe what it felt to have nine pounds of dick inside one singular hole of his. Veti had never felt more dead and alive at the same exact time.

"Atta good fucking weasel!" Wrath snorted, walking a few steps forward to insert even the rest of his flare into Veti's tailhole which had suddenly grown incredibly tight with the monstrous amount of meat filling it.

"Hah! Look at his face! I think we broke him!" The chestnut male chuckled, glancing down between his forelegs at the expression of shock, lust, and bliss decorating Veti's feline muzzle.

"Nah, he's one durable kitty! He'll be up and sucking your nuts before his tailhole closes..." Fury smirked, adding some force to his thrusts since he now had to fight with the increased friction brought about by Wrath's dong in the same hole.

"Yeah... He's a feisty little weasel, isn't he?" Wrath groaned as he separated his rear hooves for a more optimal pounding position. The brown stallion began thrusting.

There was nothing Veti could do. Getting raw-dogged by the pair of biggest stallion cocks he had ever had the pleasure of pleasing felt so overwhelming, that his body completely shut down, the immense satisfaction surging into each individual hair on Veti's body as he got sandwiched between the two studs, his tailhole now two horsecocks wide and stretching. His whole body going limp did have its advantages though, as now that all his muscles were completely relaxed, he felt even more pleasure from getting his ass rammed full of dick, his feral lovers also able to express their lust better due to lesser friction in their shared mare-cunt-replacement. Aside from a few double-pounding-induced twitches and lewd vocalizations of slutty bliss, Veti didn't move a single inch as he got fucked by the pair of feral beasts and their gargantuan love cylinders.

The two stallion scrotums were like a pair of blacksmith's mallets hammering on heated metal at the workshop, only that the piece of metal was Veti's spotted behind, getting constantly beaten by the fat foal-jugs in the rhythm dictated by his two daddies. The two flares, competing on which one could reach deeper into his colon, fucked his tailhole beyond repair, the fiercely mated serval being certain he would never be able to fully close his sphincter again after the amount of heated anal sex it was made to endure. But the split-in-half feline was feeling too ecstatic to care.

"Fuck! You weren't kidding! Kid's tight as hell!" Wrath grunted, flaring up his tip to elicit a pleasured scream from the anthro between him and his comrade. "Can't wait to bust a nut inside such a superb cunt!"

"He's loosened up! You should have fucked him earlier when he wasn't wide enough to become a queen for a dragon!" Fury groaned, his three feet of feral fuckmeat pulsing passionately in the squeeze of Veti's ass and Wrath's variegated member.

"Fuck me! This weasel's hole is really fucking hungry for my foals! Haven't been milked like this since I met that gelded bitch outside the southern gate two months ago!"

"For once I can agree with you... My balls are fucking churning to serve this kitty some prime studmilk up his cunt if he keeps squeezing me like this!" Fury huffed, slamming his dark girth to the back of Veti's male tunnel with force.

"Shit! I'm close!" Wrath hissed. "I hope you don't mind me knocking this weasel up with my seed first. The colts I could give him would be way faster and healthier than yours anyway."

"Dream on goldilocks! If anyone's going to give this bitch foals it's going to be me! My cum would fucking drown your pathetic swimmers in a millisecond even if I came after you." Fury growled in response.

Veti couldn't take it for much longer. The two stallions were now competing to impregnate him and his non-existent womb, putting their best dick forward to be the first one to achieve climax, each mating with the poor anthro as ruthlessly as they could. Both their flares had started to grow, the extra stretch they provided sending Veti into a mind-blowing series of orgasms himself, his wide tailhole contracting around both dicks as he came, and came and came.

"Get ready to lose, Blacky! I'll fucking blast this weasel!"

"Up yours you faggot gelding! About to send a bucketful of colts in this bitch!"

The double wave of equine sperm slammed into Veti's colon like someone had tipped over a six-gallon jug of milk, the equally white but much more thick liquid bursting inside the narrow serval tail tunnel in one big flood. Veti was only barely lucid anymore, feeling his own body twitch as it took on wave after wave of stallion semen, his lower half throbbing in unison with the two horsecocks occupying his rectal cavity as his abdomen began to sag with foals before he even registered his belly bulging out properly. Neither Wrath nor Fury held back in the slightest, cumming just as hard and earnestly as the other did, sending their colts rushing up Veti's gut whilst whinnying and snorting excitedly, like the pair of rutting stallions they were.

Once again, Veti's rectal sleeve severely lacked in its capacity to contain such a voluminous burst of ejaculate - let alone two - within its limited accommodation, the potent mix of the two horses' jizz spurting out past the wildly stretched serval sphincter like the feline was a lewd, furry fountain, another puddle of equine spunk forming beneath the two ferals and the anthropomorphic feline between then.

The temporary filly of a feline had lost his sense of time completely, his mushy brain only just having the capacity to count how many thick, colt-siring ropes the two studs pumped into his belly. Veti hadn't thought a horse could possibly cum more than what Fury had on his first load, or that his tailhole could get any more full than it had been back then, the joined effort of both stallions proving him wrong twice, and in grand fashion at that. It felt like both of them came double than what they had ejaculated on their first nut, Veti almost afraid the syrupy impregnation fluids of the two would start coming up his throat and he'd drown in it. Although, it didn't seem like that bad of a way to go for someone who was now as addicted to horsecocks as this thief.

"Mhhhh~ Carry my fucking foals kitty!" Fury groaned as he pumped the last of his colts inside the near-lifeless anthro on his lap.

"Fuck! This weasel is going to be shitting colts for weeks!" Wrath snorted, flaring his length to crown his mating. "Wish we had a mare like him in the stable... Perhaps we should keep him here. God knows I could use a nice and fluffy cockwarmer on cold winter nights."

"I bet this kitty would be glad to." Fury chuckled.

The demeaning talk of the pair of stallions grew distant in Veti's ears as the fatigue of being bred so thoroughly finally caught up with him, his eyelids drooping shut as if there was a stallion's ass weighing them down. Accepting his destiny as a mare, and with the two equine poles still snugly inside his tail, Veti finally slipped into the sweet bliss of unconsciousness.

The call of a rooster woke up the feline thief at the crack of dawn, the first thing to greet him being the breezy sensation below his tail and the awkward aching of his loins. All of Veti's muscles were sore as he prized himself into a sitting position from the partially hay-covered floor, the drowsy feline immediately being able to feel something leaking out of his tailhole.

The slowly waking serval took a pair of deep breaths, scanning the surrounding stable, which was now illuminated by early morning sunlight. Veti jumped slightly, realizing that he had been sleeping between the two feral horses, both Wrath and Fury sleeping soundly on each side of the feline. They looked unusually calm compared to how they had acted last night, the cheek-heating memories of the gut-pummeling, sphincter-stretching, sloppy stallion sex coming back to Veti as a tailhole tickling shiver.

The pen reeked like it had been used for mating all night, which in all fairness wasn't probably that far from the truth. The nasty odor of dried-up horse cum was so thick that Veti almost found it hard to breathe.

The realization of him still being in the royal castle and hence in harm's way abruptly came back to the serval outlaw as he stared at the two horses. He still needed to get out of here. And since it was still early, this would be the best window for him to make his escape.

Weighing the different options in his head, Veti slowly stood up on his shaky legs, struggling to remain upright as he took the first couple of steps, some more of the gooey mystery liquid leaking out from his still gaping rear orifice. Carefully sneaking around the large animal enclosure, Kiri picked up his tunic, shorts, and the sack of loot from the floor while the soft breathing of the two large horses accompanied his movements

"I wonder where the nearest well is..." Veti thought as he slipped into his shorts, recoiling after sniffing his own fur. "By Korin do I need a bath..."

"Going somewhere, kitty?"

Veti nearly stumbled as he spun around, finding one of Fury's amber eyes staring at him from underneath the half-opened eyelid of the feral male. The serval didn't know what to say, unsure of how the big horse would react to him leaving.

"Right, right... You probably want to keep your head attached to your neck..." Fury shook his head and slowly stood up from the floor, his big equine muscles momentarily filling with strength, the sight of which made Veti's heart skip a beat.

Without saying anything more, the grim stallion, wearing the same moderately hostile expression on his face as always, walked to the very back of his pen underneath the small window. Jumping his haunches, the strong stallion delivered a powerful kick onto the metal lattice which was promptly dislodged from its place in a loud clang that somehow failed to wake up the other horse.

Fury indifferently tossed his head towards Veti, who still wasn't sure how he should act around the unpredictable feral. "Think you can get up?"

Veti remained still and stood in his place without saying a word.

Fury snorted and ruffled his mane.

"Come on then! I don't have all day!" The strong equine tapped the floor with his hooves, himself walking directly under the small window he had opened with force.

Finally realizing what the dark stallion was after, the slightly shaken serval walked his way next to the big feral, placing his sack of loot between Fury's shoulders and himself jumping up and climbing onto the intimidating warhorse's sturdy back. From there, the nimble feline could easily reach the window, Veti swiftly tossing his stolen goods outside the castle and attempting to squeeze out of the narrow opening quickly after.

The fresh air felt extremely pleasant in both Veti's nose and lungs, the big-eared outlaw inhaling himself full of the earthy scent of the muddy ground that opened up before his eyes. Injecting some strength into his sore paws, he began to push himself out from the narrow gap between the castle's wall, making unexpectedly little progress due to his hind paws slipping against the smooth stone inside Fury's pen.

"Need a hoof, kitty?"

Veti could hear the muffled voice of the black horse from between his thighs. He soon flinched as the big muzzle of Fury began poking him between his legs and pushing him up from the depths of the castle.

"Feels like Wrath and I did a good job on this thing last night..."

The air from Fury's nostrils traveled up the legs of Veti's small shorts as the equine snorted again, invasively pushing his big tongue against the thin leather covering Veti's still partially open tailhole. Veti let out a weak meow as the stallion teased him for the last time before pushing the struggling serval out of the window.

"T-thanks..." Veti managed to mutter once he'd gotten a better grip of himself.

"Better put this thing back on so I don't get in trouble..." Fury muttered before bending down his neck and rearing, lifting up the heavy metal grid in his teeth.

"Fake if kiffy."

Veti responded as if out of the habit of obeying the stallion's commands, grabbing the sturdy metal mesh and successfully settling it into place after a few moments of trying. The metal was obviously dented from Fury's kick but other than that it looked fairly intact and undamaged.

"Aight, see you around kitty... If you ever find your tailhole itching, you know where to find a pair of good dicks to scratch it with..." The dark equine shot one last cheeky grin at the quiet anthro before dropping back down into the relative darkness of his pen. Even after he was gone from the window Veti could hear him muttering. "Now to wake up this waste of hooves... Should I dunk my nuts on him or just kick him in his...?"

The second screech of the rooster sent a shudder through Veti's frame, the thieving serval promptly standing up and glancing at his surroundings over both his shoulders, quietly slipping away from the castle's courtyard while the morning was still young. The loot he had gotten wasn't worth much, but the tale from this heist was more valuable than any amount of gold imaginable.

"What the fuck!? Do you want me to geld you with my mouth ya prick!?"

"Ah~! Finally! You've been lapping on my nuts for almost five minutes, I almost got an erection after such passionate kissing. You were nearly as hungry as the kitty was!"

Fury lazily stepped off from on top of his brother in arms, Wrath rolling up onto his four legs fast enough to send the loose hay flying around the other stallion's pen.

"...Speaking of which, where is the weasel? I could actually use a good mouth to get rid of this damn morning wood."

"He's gone. Let him out through the window so that he doesn't end up under the executioner's axe the first thing today."

Wrath snorted.

"Such a waste! Should have kept him as a filly! Good, tight cunts like that don't just waltz in the door every night. My balls will be dragging on the ground after a week!" The chestnut stallion huffed.

"Oh, I have a feeling he will be back..." Fury chuckled as he stretched his neck. "An obedient kitty like him will always come back... He'll develop an itch for horse dick sooner or later after last night. It doesn't matter how full your balls are then, since he will gladly take another through of colts when he returns..."