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"Ulie! Hey, Ulie!"
The mink turned, his eyebrows raised in surprise. It wasn't everyday that someone hailed him from across the quad. Even with the busy streams of students passing every which way, it was easy to see who was calling. The stallion stood head and shoulders, along with half his chest, above the rest of the crowd, waving a tennis-racket sized hand.
"...Yeah?"
Shifting his books higher into the crook of his arm, Ulie slid through the crowd, his jacket brushing and catching as he squeezed through the bustling college crowd, finally arriving in front of the horse and straightening up. There was a clear space around the beefy stallion, like he had his own gravitational field, and it was easy to see why; under a thin jacket, tight-fighting t-shirt, and chocolate-brown fur, there was layer upon layer of muscle, rippling with each motion of his massive body.
"Alex G. You know me?"
Ulie did. Alex and his unofficial officially-changed last initial were frequenters of the school paper's front page, whether it was for scoring points in every sport from football to golf, or accepting awards from one of a hundred college associations. The Golden Boy of Greek Life, paying his way though school, pulling himself up by his bootstraps, blazing a new and wonderful future for himself. A paragon of the all-American success story. The mink felt smaller each second he was in the shadow of the model student.
"Yeah...What do you need?"
"I need to talk to you about Frank. I'm worried about him. Can we make this private?"
He motioned his head towards one of the lecture halls, turning and starting to walk away.
"Um...Ok, sure!"
Frank was a resident on the dorm floor that Ulie RA'd, and he'd been something of a problem from the start. Loud music and skipping floor meetings, the mink could deal with, but when he'd found the wolf stumbling through the door at three AM with a bottle of Jim Beam in hand, he'd had no choice but to write him up. Ulie knew that Frank was rushing the same frat as Alex, so he was sure he'd get the same song and dance that he'd gotten from the drunken wolf; still, it was his job to listen and help out other students. He followed the stallion.
Pain. Darkness. The bitter metallic tang of his torn lip. Crushing pressure on the small of his back. A thick, musky smell of the horse bearing down on him, pinning him to the floor. Ulie had walked after Alex into the lecture hall. The stallion had held the door open, smiled at him as they passed. An absent classroom had seemed like a good place to talk; the mink himself had suggested it. The stallion had agreed, and punched Ulie straight in the jaw, dragging him inside the unlit room.
"Ok Ules, this is how things are going to happen. You're going to retract that report. You're gonna clear Frank's record, you understand?"
The mink moaned, wriggled slowly. Alex pressed down harder.
"Look, punk, I'm making this easy on you. You don't want to get hurt, and I don't wanna look like an idiot. What d'you say? Are we gonna be friends?"
Pain and stubbornness kept Ulie's mouth shut.
"Ok, let's try it this way."
Ulie felt the giant stallion's hand fasten around the seat of his jeans. A single tug later, pants and underwear were shredded like tissue paper, the tattered fragments around his ankles, leaving the mink's pied rump exposed. Unhesitant, Alex roughly shoved his rod of a middle finger into Ulie's hole. If not for his face being mashed into the linoleum, he would have screamed. It was like being split in two, the rawest nerve endings in his body being tortured by the massive digit. In, out; the horse began to thrust his finger, keeping the pain fresh.
"Let's put it this way; get Frank out of this shit you put him in, or I'll stick my whole fucking arm up your ass."
In, in, up to the first digit. The tip roughly pushed against the mink's prostate, and an unexpected thrill shot through him, again and again with each thrust of the huge finger. Ulie was scared, confused. Alex was abusing him, virtually raping him, and yet there was the strange pleasure pulsing from his touch. What was happening? Finally, the equine pulled his finger clear of the mink's stretched ass, licking the great digit clean. Ulie lay, no longer held down by force, but by the sensations still racing around his nerves. Alex grabbed the mink by the hips, flipping him onto his back. Poking out of his white-furred sheath, his shaft wobbled, half-hard.
"You like this, skinny bitch? Here, take this."
The equine undid his belt, letting the jeans and boxers fall to the floor. Snatching up Ulie by his shaggy hair, he shoved him into the great bulge of his dark sheath. The mink pushed and writhed in the horse's strong grip, with no use; his mouth sank around the flesh-pocket, stretching open his jaw. Within moments, the head of Alex's shaft slithered out, first bumping into the roof of the mink's mouth, then sliding across his tongue, then filled the entire cavity. The horse began to buck, viciously fucking the mink's mouth and throat, the big cock throbbing, spilling a steady stream of pre-ejaculate. Ulie couldn't fight back. The intensity of the assault sent his mind into a whirl; all he could do was hold onto the powerful thighs of his rapist, listening to his grunts and moans, waiting for the inevitable end.
It came soon enough, a flood of thick, hot fluid rushing into his mouth. The horse smashed the mink's head closer into him, pouring the huge load until Ulie almost choked. Finally, he finished, pushing the abused mink to the floor. Coughing and spitting up horse seed, the mink looked up; in the dim light, he could just make out the horse, hands akimbo, grinning as his massive member continued to ooze even as it softened.
"Do we have an understanding, cum-bag? Make this shit go away..."
The horse stepped forward, his hoof pushing delicately on the mink's six-inch shaft, making his writhe and cry out again.
"Or I'll rip off that pin-dick and make you eat it."
He was gone.
Ulie lay on the cold, musty floor, aching at both ends, the tang of cum on his tongue, his tailhole trembling, and his cock throbbing, hot tears of shame and rage rolling down his cheeks. He had his cell phone in the torn ribbons of his pants; one call to the campus police and...
And what? A legal battle, his word against Alex's? True, he was covered with genetic material, but there was no way the protective agencies the horse had surrounded himself with and climbed to the top of would allow a test. Alex would beat it somehow. But there was something else in Ulie's ruined jeans: a little orange pill bottle, a prescription that he and his parents been careful to keep filling ever since high school. As he limped out of the room, searching for a safe way back to his dorm, he threw the little bottle into the nearest trash can.
A week later, Alex was enjoying the spoils of his position once again. Off-campus parties were the best; no pesky campus cops or RAs to interfere with their good time. The music was good, the girls were plentiful and receptive, and the booze flowed freely.
Frank sauntered up, his usual goofy grin pasted across his muzzle, his whole body giving off the stench of jungle juice, a little flask swinging from one paw.
"Dude," the wolf said, almost falling onto the couch next to the equine, holding up the small container. "You've gotta try this shit."
Alex rolled his eyes. That was one of about five phrases that Frank spewed out at parties. Every drink was the greatest drink ever made to the literal booze-hound. Still, if Frank only had a small amount of it, maybe it really was good, not the swill that he usually packed away. Pulling the flask away, the horse took a swig. It was good...
"Hey, Alex. Wake up."
A hand was patting his muzzle, drumming fingers along his nose. He snorted, trying to rise and swat whoever was annoying him. His arm wouldn't obey. Alex's eyes snapped open, but he was in near-darkness. He felt pressure around his wrists and ankles, pulling mightily against it. The horse couldn't move; he was bound fast.
"What the fuck? What the fuck is going on?"
"Alex, you're kind of a dick. You know that, right?"
The horse strained his neck around, looking for the speaker, realizing that he was tied hand and foot, belly-down, on a bed, completely nude.
"Who the fuck...?"
It was Ulie. He sitting in a chair, chin resting on one hand, watching the horse's struggles with an unreadable, almost blank expression.
"You sick little shit! What the fuck are you doing?"
"Alex, you're a dick, but you're not a bad guy. We all let ourselves get out of hand every now and then; power corrupts and all that. Still, you shouldn't fuck around with someone without thinking it through."
The mink stood up, flipping on the light, revealing his own naked form. The horse's eyes went wide. Gone was the average member and sack. In their place was a monstrous, obsidian shaft and an immense pair of mink testicles, all covered with rope-thick, lazily pulsing veins.
"See, when I hit puberty, my parents decided to put me on this 'shrinking' treatment," Ulie said, walking a few steps closer to the horse, who continued to pull uselessly against his bonds. "It keeps our clothes budget down, as well as making sure that I don't start screwing everything in sight. I went with it; I thought, hey, genital size isn't what people respect. It's all about working hard and being a good person...Yeah right."
The titan cock bounced slowly as Ulie moved to the foot of the bed, his orbs swinging from side to side along with it. He placed his hands on the taut, muscular domes of the equine's rump, squeezing gently as Alex raved and wrenched fruitlessly the heavy cords that bound him.
"Well, you know what they say if you can't beat them," Ulie said, his blank stare giving way to an impish grin. He spread those strong cheeks, guiding the drooling head of his cock between them.
"Don't you fucking-"
Alex was abruptly cut off by Ulie's entry. The mink held nothing back; he pushed in as far the equine's straining hole would allow, hammering away into the raw ring of horseflesh. While Alex had sexually tortured the mink to sate his ego, Ulie was slaking the hormonal beast that had been growing inside him since their first encounter. To bring this great stallion down and fuck the living daylights out of him; that was all he'd thought about. It had been easy to convince Frank to spike that drink; a good word at the wolf's hearing and a promise to not brutally fuck him were both good motivators.
Ulie pounded his overlong member into Alex again and again, his pendulous balls slapping lewdly between the horse's bound legs. The pressure was just a notch below painful, a sublime yet intense sensation pulsing through his whole being. Alex, overwhelmed by the fleshy battering ram against his prostate, has dissolved into a writhing, moaning fucktoy, his ass sucking hungrily at its invader.
The mink grunted, leaning down into his thrusts. It wouldn't be long now; he'd thought about this since that fateful day only a week ago, and he finally was getting his well-deserved revenge and much-desired relief. A single great push, hilting himself, and mink felt the great explosion rise inside him and rush out, a horizontal geyser of viscous mink seed filling Alex's brutalized hole.
The stallion had fainted. Ulie remained inside him even after his shaft began to grow soft, stroking the prone figure of the conquered golden boy. His first time...not exactly what he'd thought he was into, or how it would play out, but the mink wasn't complaining. Hell, he had a cock over half the size of his body; who was going to give him grief?
"Not you," the mink said, the wicked smile still on his muzzle as he laid his head across his captive's warm, firm back, slipping into sleep, and the dreams of what would come next.