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As Trent got closer to the scene he was able to make out a few distinguishing characteristics of it the male deer next to Raphael. As the ebony-furred male took a sip of the drugged beverage Trent noticed how his waist flared out into wide baby-bearing hips. If that wasn't unusual enough for the stallion then the sight of his eyes most certainly were. There wasn't anything wrong with those endearing irises, in fact it was just the opposite.

This deer seemed to have suffered from Heterochromia, a condition that gave the affected person two eyes of different colors. It wasn't something you caught but, rather, something you were born with. The fact that the two colors were Trents' favorite only sweetened the deal. He loved how the red-eyed ones screamed while he fucked them, while the blue-eyed ones loved being courted and tended to be shy around potential mates. This deer had the best of both worlds, to which Trent couldn't help but flash a grin to those facts.

Trent watched as the young male, unknowing of Raphael spiking his drink, gulped down the entire thing in one sitting. 'Damn! Not only is he cute but he can take a massive amount of liquids without needing air...I'm finding more reasons to want this cutie every second...' Trent thought to himself as he could see the deers' eyes darting back and forth between the canine, who was trying to move onto the next phase of his plan, and the approaching stud of a stallion. Before he could do any meaningful inspections, however, Trent made his presence known to the bulky canine.

"Well, well, well...if it isn't Ralphy trying to con another poor sucker into a short outing..." The canine shot his rival a fierce glare but Trent ignored it and, instead, focused on the lovely deer hiding behind Raphael. The other male seemed quite intimidated by the much larger stallion but also couldn't take his mismatched eyes off of Trent. This did not go unnoticed by Trent who, in his short observation of the small ebony-furred deer, spotted a peculiar lump between the males' legs. It was covered well enough by an impossibly tight pair of short shorts but they were unable to hide the distinct curve of something that should not be present on a male.

Before the stallion could investigate further Raphael grabbed the smaller male and started making his way towards the private rooms inside the nightclub. As this happened Trent saw the deers' eyes and the disappointment in them. He recognized that look as one someone would give off when being taken away from something they liked or, in this case, someone they wanted badly.

"Looks like your whore would rather spend time with a REAL man, Ralphy, not some old dog who can't learn any new tricks." Trent knew how much the canine hated being called that and his attempt at riling the other pimp worked to perfection. It took a few seconds but Raphael slowed his steps and, seconds later, stopped moving completely.

"Ha! Big talk coming from somebody who passed out at the table while he was supposed to be providing-"

"A night of passionate, toe-curling euphoria that would leave them breathless and basking in an afterglow so intense their whole mind breaks? Oh, you must be referring to last month when you spiked my drink with a potent tranquilizer, correct?"

Raphael flashed a sinister grin at Trent, revealing his sharp teeth in a show of intimidation. This would have been far more effective had the one he bared his fangs at not been almost five inches taller and built like a professional trainer. These facts did not escape the smaller male, he knew he would be in trouble if Trent decided to get physical. His only real chance lay in the few wild cards he had hidden in his pockets and underneath his shirt.

"You're actually going to go up against a guy known around here as "The Knot" Trent? I didn't think you had the guts to put any of that fake muscle to use!" Raphael sneered while reaching into his right pants pocket and pulling out a pair of brass knuckles. With his left hand keeping the extra addition hidden from view the canine felt comfortable knowing he had the advantage in speed, a trait common in most canines, and power thanks to the weapon being attached to his right paw. Keeping his loaded paw behind his back Raphael began throwing taunts and single-finger salutes at his rival, hoping to catch Trent in a fit of rage.

Trent was no dummy, however, even if he was a stereotypical horse. They were supposedly prone to being stupid creatures, this stud was anything but. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that hiding ones hand behind your back is a dead giveaway that you're loaded for bear.

"At least I don't have to resort to drugging others drinks to get them to sleep with me."

That comment sent Raphael into a frenzy, partially because it was true and partially because his secret had been let out in open. A loud roar of rage permeated the upbeat vibe inside the night club, the brass knuckles coming into view and being sent out first. The loaded arm was aimed low and away in an attempt to shatter Trents' pressure points around his hips and thighs. Trent wasn't about to give his cheating rival an advantage though, using a surprising amount of agility for an equine of his size and stature to sidestep the blow.

Trents emerald green eyes started drowning out the gathering crowd of spectators, as well as the sexy male deer watching with baited breath as two Alpha males vied for dominance over a potential mate. A few particularly rowdy patrons starting placing bets on who the winner would be. This, too, was forgotten about as the mocha-skinned stallion focused entirely on the confrontation before him.

The equines keen eyesight caught onto certain mannerisms and prepared body movements split-seconds before they occurred, giving Trent the overwhelming advantage as he simply waited for the canine to wear himself down before going in for the kill. He wasn't going to end Raphael's life, per say, but he would do enough damage to his pride that he may never be able to show his face in a night club ever again. Punch after punch missed its mark completely and Trent could start to hear the canine's breathing grow erratic and desperate.

That was the moment that sealed the outcome only seconds into its introduction as Raphael missed horribly wide right with a forearm, leaving him stumbling forward and wide open to a counterattack.

Trent delivered a painful backhand to Raphael's solar plexus with his right hand, following through with a quick punch to the gut with his left and finishing with a knee to the canines ribs. The sound of bones breaking and fists meeting flesh reverberated around the night club, a certain deer watching the altercation with a mix of shy reservation and unbelievable arousal at just how mismatched the tall, toned and fit equine was to the the other male. Unbeknownst to Trent and Raphael the smaller male was secreting a very feminine odor from between his legs and a ebony-colored paw reached down his shorts and rubbed at the source agonizingly slow.

Ten more minutes of one-sided fighting ended when Trent delivered a punishing right hook to Raphael's chin, sending the canine crashing into a nearby table and making chaos of the contents on top of it. Broken glass and spilled beverages littered the club floor and the only thing anyone had their eyes on was a particular mocha-skinned stallion. Trent had his emerald green eyes on something else however, more like someone as evidenced by the growing arousal between toned thighs ripping with muscles. A thick musk began permeating the air around the nightclub and its source pointed to the one behind its appearance, the moaning black deer with green stripes covering its body along the sides.

The world around the other male began to grow hazy and unfocused, the spiked beverage finally staking its claim over the deers' senses. Before he started to fall forward he felt a solid object keep him standing on both feet but he was unable to see who or what it was because, seconds later, the world around him went dark.

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The young male awoke less than an hour later with murky vision and a tingling sensation originating from between his legs. As the deer attempted to move forward he was met with resistance, causing a slight panic inside the drugged boy's mind. While he tried to figure out what had happened to him, as well as how he got himself in this predicament in the first place, the sensation between his legs started creating shivers up and down his spine.

His vision grew even more cloudy as sweat started forming along his temple, the hot, flustered and panting male trying to move his arms so he could tend to his problem but it felt like moving was an impossible task. Every part of his body felt like jelly except for the one between his legs, a fact that frightened and frustrated the young deer as he finally slumped back on whatever he was laying on and resigned to whatever fate he was headed towards.

"Good, you're awake, was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up."

The deep and commanding voice of Trent Steelhoof shattered the somewhat tranquil silence in the males' mind, his head jerking up off of the bed and immediately triggering a massive amount of pain in his head. Trent simply sighed, whether or not it was out of pity or indifference the other male didn't know. All the deer knew was that he was at the mercy of whoever it was inside the room with him.

It was at that moment that bits and pieces of information began resurfacing inside the addled mind of the prone boy.

"W-Wait...a-are y-y-you~..." The deers speech was slurred and barely comprehendible but he continued nonetheless. "...Where! Where I-is~...o-ooo~...m-my...my...my h-head..." The male tried getting up but only succeeded in falling off of the surface he had been laying on. Before he could hit the floor, though, a strong pair of hands had grabbed hold of his much smaller body and causing a deep flush of scarlet and pink to wash over the deers face.

"Your drink was spiked by Raphael, my main rival in this line of work. You began succumbing to the effects of the drug he put in and fainted. Now you are here in my private suite, I've been monitoring your condition for a little over an hour now. Also the name is Trent Steelhoof...although I doubt you'll remember much after tonight is said and done."

The young deer only gave a continuous nod of his head to indicate he was even aware of Trent's presence in the room. The buff stallion shook his head with slight irritation before placing the lightweight male back on the bed. As he did so the same burning sensation from earlier assaulted the other males' groin along with a peculiar aroma.

After a few whiffs of the strange scent the young deer tried getting up again but Trent kept him pinned down with his right hand, firmly planting it down on the lithe males chest. At the same time an invigorating aroma wafted through Trent's nostrils and made its way through to his central nervous system. Fireworks and sirens went off inside the equines head as the nature of the scent confirmed what he suspected to be the case when he first saw the young deer.

He was in possession of a cunt where he should have had a penis.

This would be the first time Trent had ever seen what they called a "cunt boy" and, after thinking about it for a moment, he couldn't find a reason to be against this development. Outwardly the deer was clearly an effeminate male and even possessed the upper body structure of a lithe deer, it was everything else below the waist that called into question his true gender. Despite this Trent had earned the right to lay claim to this doe...deer...whatever the case may be, and he was going to give this male a night to remember for the rest of his life.

"I don't believe I got your name, cutie...go ahead and tell Daddy Stallion the name of his mate tonight..." Trent trailed the last few words with a seductive growl, reaching down with his right hand and giving those soft, ripe and breedable asscheeks a firm squeeze. The other grabbed hold of the young males face and pulled him closer until their foreheads touched.

"M-M...Maxie...m-my name...is Maxie~" the young deer finally spoke again,

Trent was enamored by the males' voice, it was everything he wanted in a Mate so far. Mixed eye colors of red and blue, a male who, even though he lacked a penis, possessed another hole for him to fill, which meant even longer sessions and, hopefully, longer bouts of passionate breeding. It was all topped off with the most sultry voice he had ever heard in his life but, at the same time, was still holding onto a facade of shyness.

That illusion was shattered once Trent took the boy by force, lifting him off of the bed and mashing his lips against Maxie's own. Keeping the deer suspended in the air with only one arm was a challenge but Trent never backed down from anything when it came to pleasing a lover in bed, tonight would be no exception. With his free left hand Trent practically ripped the males' shorts off of his body and fully exposing what Trent figured all along.

"Mmh...you're the first male that I've seen with a pussy, this makes things rather interesting, dont you think?"

Maxie blushed immensely hearing another person tell him about his 'condition' but it wasn't as though he was embarrassed. On the contrary, the young deer couldn't be more enthralled with the handsome stud who was now undressing him with those fierce emerald green eyes and was going to fuck his brains out with what he hoped was a dick of considerable size.

The deers off colored eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when his right hand explored the handsome stallions chest, feeling over those powerful muscles and firm, rock solid abs that indicated he took excellent care of his body. The other hand would rub over the massive swell hiding underneath skin tight blue jeans, Maxie's mouth remained open for the longest time as he took in the incredibly potent Alpha musk wafting from between Trents legs while remaining mesmerized at just how BIG the equine was.

Maxie wanted this handsome Alpha far more than the imitation canine from earlier, his hands rubbing over Trents chest and abs before moving down to the massive swell between the equines legs. "O-Ooh...You're hung~" the deer cooed with a sultry whimper following his statement.

Trent only grew bigger and bigger the longer their lips were mashed against the others and the tantalizing touch from this cute cunt boy only made Trents pleasure that much more incredible. A deep purr escaped Maxie's lips as he broke the kiss to suckle on one of Trents nipples, earning a chuckle from the much stronger stallion. "You won't get anything from those but, if it's milk you're after..."

Trent trailed with a husky growl before unzipping his jeans and letting his massive fifteen-inch horsecock free from its prison. Maxie's reaction nearly made Trent blow a load off the bat.

"Ho...oh...o-oh, w-wow~.." Maxie was infatuated with the studs massive dick, leaning in closer to take a deep whiff of the stallions Alpha musk and shivering noticeably afterwards. "Ahhhn~...you smell...so~ good...mmh..." Maxie let his tongue hang out and begin a trail up Trents massive breeding meat. When his mouth reached the sensitive pink and mottled flare he began kissing and nibbling along the ridges.

Trent felt urges he hadn't experienced in several years and he wanted to suddenly breed this deer until he was completely bloated and swollen with his thick, potent horse seed. Using his strength to his advantage Trent pushed Maxie onto his back and mounted his face, stuffing his mouth with inches and inches of throbbing, vein-kissed equine cock.

Maxie took the sudden loss of control in stride, however, showing off his talents in ways Trent could never have dreamed of. It started with his oral skills, and what skills they were.

"MMmmPhh-Pffft~ MMmm-hmm...-SCHLUCCK!- -SCHLURRP!- MMMmph-PFFT~!" Maxie's sounds were making Trent stare with mouth agape and eyes wide as saucers. He never knew another male was capable of sounding so sexy while slurping on cock but here was one before his very eyes. Not only was he making these noises but he was nursing his dick better than any male the stallion had ever mated with previously. Trent knew this one was a keeper.

Trent was going to absolutely ravage this sex-starved deer before the night was said and done.

Deeper and deeper Maxie took the stallions thick meat, his off colored eyes rolling back into his head as Trents Alpha musk had completely taken over the deers thought process. All he wanted was to suck on this god of an equine and nurse from those huge black balls, continuing to suckle and slurp over everything his mouth touched. -SCHLUCCCK!- -SCHLURRP!- -MM-HMMM-MMMmm~"...mmMMMmhph-PFFFT!"

Trent bit his lower lip hard while bucking like a wild bronco, mating Maxie's face with reckless abandon as the hung stallion felt his first orgasm building deep within his core. "NNGH~!! NNH! NNH!! NNNH!! NNNGH~!! NIEEEEEEERRRRRRR-R-R-R~!!"

If only the horny deer knew just how powerful Trents first orgasm would be he could have saved the initial burst from leaving his lips. A veritable torrent of thick, creamy and addictive cock milk poured forth from the absolutely massive pair of tanks pulling up into the stallions scrotum. Trent could not stop unloading no matter how hard he tried, he didn't want to lose everything in one go but the vice-grip seal wrapped around his cum-spewing dick made it damn near impossible.

Finally Trent was forced to take matters into his own hands and will himself away from the cum-hungry male. When he was a healthy distance from the lust-struck doe Trent could see his pulsing, quivering stallion meat covered in saliva and his own essence. Trent was about to clean it off himself when Maxie made yet another debilitatingly arousing move.

The ebony-furred deer, covered head to toe in green stripes, planted a very chaste kiss along the tip of Trents dick, then another...and another...and another. Soon both of Maxie's hands were moving up and down the equines raging shaft like it was a precious entity that deserved to be exonerated and adores. His was exactly what the young male was doing now, making love to Trent's cum-covered cock with his tongue and mouth cleaning up the excess saliva and seed.

When Maxie was finally finished he looked at Trent, into those piercing emerald green eyes of his, then back at the object of his infatuation. Those bi-colored irises then made their way down towards his dripping flower before making their way back up to Trent's mesmerizing emerald gaze.

The stallion knew exactly what that stare entailed and he was not about to waste another second. Still, there was one matter of business he had to take care of before he could properly breed this boy.

"Do you want me to wear protection so you don't get pregnant?"

Trent noticed how the question seemed to dampen Maxie's mood by a considerably large margin. At first Trent feared he had upset the male but a quick 'come hither' gaze sent his way dismissed that notion entirely, as did the words that left Maxie's lips afterwards,

"Breed me, my stud...Fill my pussy with your hot cream and claim me. I want to carry your foals."

Trent wasn't sure why he was complying with the males' request, he wasn't ready for fatherhood...and he never would be due to how he lived his life. It took him the better part of twelve years getting to where he was now, making enough money to buy whatever he needed with extra left over. He didn't want to deal with the burden of raising a family or the complications that would arise should the club find out he got a customer pregnant.

Despite enjoying the attention he received on a daily basis, as well as the multitude of fine mates he got to breed every single day, his body was drawn towards Maxie like a moth was to a flame. For some reason the concept of fertilizing the deers' young womb was so natural-sounding to the equine that he didn't even flinch when the pink, mottled flare of his fifteen-inch horsecock penetrated his mates' green folds.

Maxie arched his back and dug his nails into the bedsheets as Trent penetrated him and started feeding inches of heavy, vein-kissed, arm-thick equine pride inside his hungry cunt. "N-Ngh-!! F-Fuck, T-Trent~! Y-You're g-gonna split me in t-two with that thing~!" Despite stating the obvious Maxie was so turned on he couldn't stand it, he wanted to be knocked up with a healthy males spunk, one who could protect him and be the true Alpha that could utterly dominate him at any moment in time.

Trent, on the flip side, wanted to make this mare in deers clothing his one and only breeding bitch. He wanted to sully that convulsing boi-pussy and flood Maxie completely and utterly with rich, potent and ready-to-fertilize baby batter. There would be no question that any amount of semen deposited inside of Maxie would get him pregnant, the only real question was just how many foals would the doe carry once they were done breeding. The thought of the unknown thrilled Trent considerably now, something he never would have confessed to or allowed to happen in the past.

With a temporary halt in his thrusting Trent leaned in close and bit down on Maxie's supple, soft and smooth neck, marking him as his before resuming his breeding.

Maxie would let out a girlish moan as he felt Trent resume pounding away at him, he could feel all fifteen inches of long, angry, arm-thick horsecock forcing itself in and out of his fertile pussy. The sheer size stretching him out wider than he had ever been before, causing the deer to let out a girlish moan and whimper with forbidden pleasure at being completely filled by a male truly worthy of being called "Alpha."

"A-Ahhh~! T-T-Trent-!! D-Don't stop! D-Don't e-ever fucking s-stop!!" The young doe cried out as his cunt clamped down hard on Trent's breeding pole like a vice, intent on forcing the bucking stallion to flood his ripe and ready womb so full he would undoubtedly carry his foals and preserve the stallions' lineage.

"NNNGH~! -pant--pant-...Maxie...I...NNNMMM! FUCK~!...I want to...haahn~!...know you want me as a permanent mate!~" Trent shouted with a husky growl leaning forward and planting his strong lips over his mates' own in a passionate embrace.

All the while spurts and blasts of potent, rich and incredibly virile baby batter churned and boiled within the stallions heavy cum tanks, their thick payload guaranteeing pregnancy for whatever womb it would be shot into and would, without fail, fertilize the eggs it came in contact with. "Tell me, baby...tell me our name...NNNGH!! O-OHHH FUCK BABY! BABY!! YOUR STLLION IS GONNA CUM~!! NNNGH! HAAHN! HAAAHN! HAAAHN~!! HAAAHN~!! HAAAHN~!! NNNNGGH!! IM CUMMING INSIDE OF YOUR WOMB MAXIE!! ACCEPT MY LOVE~! NIEEEEEERRRRRRRR-R-R-R-R-R~!!"

Trent and Maxie both arced their backs as their orgasms took hold and penetrated the nightclub with raw, unfiltered and unrivaled passion.

NNNNGGHH!!! MAXIE~!! MY BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL MAXIE~!! I LOVE YOU MAXIE~!! I LOVE YOU, MAXIE~!! HAVE MY FOALS~!!" Trent neighed as loud as he could while completely opening the floodgates to his twin orbs. The very first blast of hot, fertile and sticky sperm was pushed out with incredible force, immediately latching onto Maxie's womb and began searching for eggs to fertilize. Another even more powerful blast of virile baby-batter forced its way out of Trent's huge breeding spire and the rest quickly began flowing out at an incredible clip. Trent's balls, easily holding gallons worth of seed, began to shrink as his mates belly would swell and distend until Maxie already looked several months pregnant with twins.

Yet the stud kept unloading his virile payload.

The slender deer would grunt as Trent begin to fill his womb with his thick fertile seed, he could feel by the warmth and power behind each batch of sperm that there was no way he wasn't going to be pregnant.

Maxie wanted this, he wanted Trent, he wanted his Alpha to breed and impregnate his young body. Of course, even if he did get pregnant, it wouldn't stop him from doing the dirty with the handsome stud anyway. He belonged to this amazing stallion, who he only just met over two hours ago. He wanted to sire as many colts and foals as Trent wanted and he would be more than happy to make it happen.

"AHH, YES!! P-PLEASE FILL MY WOMB BABY!! BREED MY PUSSY!! MAKE ME CARRY YOUR FOALS!! I LOVE YOU TRENT!!" This was all Maxie could manage to say as he heard the handsome stallion cry out his name, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure coursing through his girlish frame.

Maxie would groan as he felt the stud's thick baby-batter quickly flood his womb, the seed was quickly fertilizing his eggs while the rest just stayed to enjoy the show. The young doe would pant as he smiled, he could feel the flood of horse sperm force his stomach to extend to accommodate for the excess seed, something that the doe was happy to feel. The fact that this Alpha male above him was the one who was making him feel this way only made the moment all the more surreal for Maxie.

Maxie would smile as listened to Trent's heartbeat, wrapping his arms around the exhausted stallion and holding him close as he spoke softly into the horse's ear. "Trent... I'm yours...forever...you're mine now too, I hope?"

Trent gave the now pregnant male deer a warm smile and placed his right hand over the stallion's heart. Maxie would look at the hand cupping his own and blush heavily.

"All I am I gladly give to you Maxie...my Mate...the only one I will ever need from here on in."