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As Rafle ran deeper into the abandoned city alleyways, he regretted pissing off that horned, hulking bounty hunter he humiliated the day before more and more. It did not take much chase for the wiry goblin to finally get cornered in an alleyway by the brawny, rugged and angry unicorn. The small critter was still in the middle of huffing and puffing for air when he was shoved and pinned against the wall, making him hiss from the friction of his bare shoulder blades grinding into the sheet of rough bricks. He was stuck under the shadow of the scarred behemoth donning mere flaps of cloth over his crotch and his rear, and the intimidating glare of his chaser's good eye.

"Finally gonna get what's coming to you...Rafle, or whatever your name is," Inorog growled, with an air of accomplishment from catching his unofficial mark.

"You know my...h-how'd you find me so quick?" the goblin stammered fearfully, scrambling for some kind of support behind him to lessen his discomfort.

"Bounty hunters need connections to get contracts, so tracking you down was a piece of cake," the bulky unicorn huffed, "But this is personal. Quit squirming and tell me exactly why you shoved some weird thing in my ass while I tried to get my drink on." Squeezing on Rafle's shoulders until he heard the goblin let out a grunt of pain, he added, "Try anything funny and you're gonna need a new nose."

The critter's eyes darted, collecting panicked, scattered thoughts. A split second before the angry unicorn could snarl louder at him for the silent treatment, Rafle finally blurted out, "I-I thought you said something shitty to me yesterday: something about goblins!"

Inorog was still for a second, and then let out an utterly exasperated groan. "You dumbass. I was ranting about this asshole goblin contractor who cut my pay that day."

"I know now! But some shit nicked my food while I was buying that bum-thing," the goblin retorted desperately, feeling a tighter squeeze on his much skinnier shoulders, "I got so angry I'd have shoved it into anyone! Then there you were outside the bar, drink in hand, wearing next to nothing, going on with that...not-nice stuff about goblins..." Rafle noted carefully, watching his words, but still under a seething glare from the menacing beast's unpatched eye. With a gulp, he finished with, "so I slipped it in when you turned around..."

Despite winning an easy confession, Inorog's rage began to build instead of simmer - he put more pressure on those shoulders to make the goblin squirm even more uncomfortably. "So you'd shut me up by making my ass go wild in front of the whole bar for some dumb shit I didn't mean, huh? It buzzed around in my ass for a god-damn hour before I could get it out!" the unicorn erupted. The memory of the embarrassment was all too vivid in his mind: brought to his knees when the device suddenly engorged inside him, stretching his tight hole open; forced to utter growls and groans that arrested the attention of nearby onlookers as it thrust in and out of his barely concealed rear; crawling for agonising minutes on shuddering hands and knees until he could lock himself away behind the bar; and being forced to endure the thrusting, vibrating device hammering his tender hole until it made the humiliated beast shoot a massive, sticky load all over the back room floor - only then did the device finally fall out. Dwelling on those events only reminded him of his intent to make the goblin pay.

"Had n-no idea it'd do that, honest!" Rafle stammered with wincing pain again, "Only just bought it for cheap at the bazaar and never even got to...use it..." The goblin thoughtlessly confessed, before he could stop himself. His face contorted with worry, anticipating what new ideas could now be brewing in the stud's mind.

"So you are into that kinda shit," Inorog taunted, before a realisation about his own minimal attire made him scowl again. "Hey, that mean you snuck a peek at my cock as well, asshole?" he complained.

With a very sheepish nod, Rafle faintly answered, "Couldn't help myself...looked good all over..."

That last-minute shot-in-the-dark confession, along with the goblin's impressively apologetic expression, only put a stop to Inorog's scowl. "Flattery still ain't gonna get you outta deep trouble, punk," the hunter eventually announced. With that, the stud lifted the goblin clean off of the wall, with Rafle only bracing himself for the unicorn's wrath by holding his arms up to his face. While his vision was obscured, however, the goblin completely disoriented himself by expecting a punch that never came, and instead opened his eyes finding himself bent over the horned beast's knee.

"Got a better idea. I ain't gonna break your nose," Inorog announced, easily tugging off Rafle's boots and leggings into a pile to toss aside, leaving the goblin's bare green backside exposed and vulnerable, "I'm just gonna beat your ass for an hour instead, sweet cheeks."

The poor goblin peeked up to catch a glimpse of Inorog lifting his hand up past his shoulder, clearly aiming for one of his skinny buttocks. Rafle accepted his fate with a knowing gulp.

The sound of a massive, calloused hand cracking down repeatedly onto a tiny green rump echoed within the walls of the deep, dark alley. For Rafle, no amount of bracing his buttocks for impact could soften the shock of just how powerful the mercenary's powerful palms could be. Every searing sting made the goblin acutely aware of how those two cushiony muscles rippled with every blow, sending a shockwave through him that made his entire body shudder and twitch violently, especially his legs which were still bound together by the leggings pulled down to his ankles. With every smack of his reddening rump, Rafle spluttered out choked cries, hisses and squeals from the pain raining down on his lingeringly sore rear, frequently drowned out by the sound of clapping skin bouncing between the bricks.

Inorog's rapid beating then came to a sudden stop. As the puzzled goblin tried to look over his shoulder for answers, Inorog groped one of those sore buttocks and spread it apart from the other, unimpeded by the critter's wincing and wriggling. Inorog was at last able to help himself to a good eyeful of that now exposed pucker, and could not help but torture the greenskin more by roughly handling those tender buttocks to make that tight opening reflexively wink back at him.

"Got a nice little ass, you know. And you actually like this shit, don't you?" The mercenary bounced the knee the goblin was slumped over, making sure Rafle knew he was fully aware of the goblin's lingering erection nudging against that leg. The mercenary was first, however, met with a fearful, uncertain look and an unsatisfying silence. "Fess up or I smack harder."

The threat made the goblin attempt to respond immediately, though nerves made his throat trip up on his own stammered words before coherent words finally escaped. "I-it hurts weird...like both-good-and-bad hurt...please don't be mad..."

Inorog snorted at the odd choice of words and unexpected honesty - without the usual denial and resistance to such notions in previous experiences, he was losing reason to handle the apologetic and seemingly kinky critter quite so harshly. "You know what? If your ass survives after we're even, I might have time to pound your asshole after." The mercenary slipped a thick digit into the critter's exposed pucker, hearing only a quiet wince as it slid in with surprising ease for such a tight-looking hole - the device Inorog succumbed to was intended for the buyer after all.

Indeed the goblin was entirely more receptive - he shivered and groaned agreeably in spite of the lingering aches, idly nodding to the suggestion while that digit wormed around in his warm, squeezing hole. "Will it fit, you think?" Rafle whimpered, aware of the unicorn's length nudging at his legs from underneath.

"Oh I'll make it fit: when your ass is redder," Inorog announced, abruptly pulling his finger free of that little pucker and leaving it puffier and looser than before. The break was

over; the brutal spanking resumed. There would be far more whimpers and yelps and leg kicking as the long, buttock-numbing minutes passed.

By the time Inorog was finally finished with spanking Rafle's tender backside - the beefy mercenary's hand had finally began to suffer from a hint of soreness - the beaten goblin was left as a sniffling, twitching, aching mess over the big unicorn's knee from the lengthy punishment his rump endured. Those skinny cheeks glowed dark from the thorough bruising, and were dotted with plenty of fresh welts and other lesions.

"That's how long I had to take that thing you stuck up my ass," Inorog huffed, wincing at the embarrassing memory of that magical phallus vibrating inside him only the day before. "Wanna pull shit like that again, just remember how much you hurt now, huh?"

The goblin nodded meekly, too mentally exhausted to offer a more coherent reply. He slid off of Inorog's knee and staggered onto his bare feet the moment he landed. Once he stood up straight again, he reached back to carefully rub his damaged buttocks, twitching the moment his fingertips made contact with the sore skin. As the goblin took his moment to briefly recover, his gaze glanced between his own legs to acknowledge his exposed erection, aching and throbbing from how long he had stayed hard throughout his ordeal. His eyes also drifted to the gap between the bounty hunter's far beefier thighs, seeing a fully exposed hard-on that seemed to menacingly stare directly back at him - the flap of cloth that was covering the bounty hunter's package had slid aside, effectively hiding nothing.

"Still ain't run off yet, asshole?" Inorog jeered, flexing his cock at the goblin until a bead of pre emerged from its tip, "Sure you wanna stay with the state your ass is in now?"

Rafle answered the question by pacing over to a nearby trash can and slumping over it like how he was bent across Inorog's knee, leaving his bruised, glowering backside lying in wait for Inorog to make up his mind.

Once Inorog was towering over that offering, his disbelief at the goblin's apparent willing compelled him to fumble for the goblin's arms and pin them behind his back: one hand was enough to wrap around both slim wrists. The hurry was unnecessary, as the bounty hunter was met with no resistance. "You are one freaky piece of ass, little guy," Inorog snorted, before sticking a couple of finger from his free hand into his muzzle, coating them in a thick layer of his spittle. From straight out of his mouth, they attempted to slide straight into the critter's pucker, but were met with the resistance of the small thing's natural tightness. Those fingertips pushed persistently against the tight orifice, however, until it finally gave in from the insistent pressure. A yelping was heard the moment that hole was penetrated, but it was quickly quietened by steady, twisting thrusts that gave that slickening hole time to stretch and accommodate those two thick fingers. The moment that pucker stopped clenching quite so tightly around Inorog's knuckles, the mercenary swiftly pulled out of the goblin's hole one more time, leaving it even more exposed than before between those two welt-covered buns. The mercenary drank up the sight of that abused pucker with a accomplished sneer before stepping back to grip the base of his painfully hard cock and aim it between Rafle's numbed buttocks. Pushing into that hole immediately, that pucker swallowed Inorog's cock head with alarming ease, in spite of hearing shudders and whimpers from the goblin. After far too long a time of being rock hard while punishing the critter's rump, not a shred of patience was left in the unicorn - his hips lunged forward with the need to fill the goblin up with all the cock that could fit. To his surprise, so long as he pushed insistently and ignored the goblin's thrashings and squirmings of catharsis enough, his thick shaft continued to just sink deeper and deeper into the seemingly bottomless goblin, until at last his hips thudded against that split open hole.

The hilting of Inorog's girthy shaft into those parted buttocks was met with a sudden wincing hiss from the goblin - the reignited sensitivity of those sore buttocks made Rafle unwillingly clamp down on the unicorn's lower horn hard enough to bring tears to the little thing's eyes. Before either the unicorn or the goblin could fully process just how incredible that tight fill felt, the trash can underneath the two was being rapidly rocked about by the force of powerful, needy thrusts of Inorog thick cock pounding into Rafle's sore ass. For a brief and intense moment, the alleyway dead end echoed with the sounds of clanging metal, flesh smacking into flesh, and a duet of growls, groans and roars of both pain and pleasure, until the furious bucking came to a sudden halt with Inorog unleashing his load as deep as he could thrust it into the Rafle's throbbing orifice. The myriad of noise ended with a long string of guttural growls and sharp hisses as that cock gushed into that hole.

With one more gasp for breath, Inorog released the goblin, stood up straight and slid his softening cock out of the goblin's thoroughly abused rear - a gush of the unicorn's seed immediately feel out of the goblin's gaping, winking hole, trailed down the critter's swinging nuts and dripped onto the ground between those spread legs. As Inorog took in the sight of that glowing, cum-covered rump, Rafle immediately reached between his own legs and stroked his cock with furious need: within seconds of grabbing his prick, the goblin was splattering the trash can underneath him with ropes of his own seed, whining and shuddering with every shot.

The two were left panting for breath in spite of the short fuck - the lengthy foreplay of spanking had made them needy enough to explode more readily than either could have anticipated. Inorog was the first to recover enough to speak, murmuring, "How're you gonna sit down after this?"

Rafle had to take many more lungs of air before he could answer with, "Won't yet. Can sleep standing up."

Inorog scoffed, then shook off his spent cock onto the back of the paralysed but satisfied goblin underneath him. "Well that's one down. Still gotta give that other goblin and that thief some payback too. Ain't gonna be as easy..." As the mercenary adjusted his loincloth, he eventually heard another weak mumble from Rafle that truly surprised the beast:

"Think I can help later, when I ain't hurting all over?"

With those words ends the little known tale of how four wrongdoings resulted in one of the town's most short-lived but memorable vigilante duos.