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“Wooohooooooooooo~!”

The time-worn car’s suspension voiced a nasty creak and a generous splash of beer was spilled all over the front seat, including the two, excitedly screaming male passengers as the aged vehicle’s tires uncourteously slammed against the old dirt road. Gravel and sand got launched into the air on both sides of the car as it kept speeding away in the otherwise serene countryside, the roaring of its engine and enthusiastic vocalizations of its passengers escaping its half-open windows prompting a herd of grazing cows to raise their heads in astonishment.

The forty-year-old car, filled to the brim with youthful excitement, rattled onward on the empty country road at nearly fifty miles per hour, being skilfully operated by a male crocodile only half its age, who despite his slight inebriation was in full control of the speeding vehicle. Although the chassis of the once vibrant car had become discolored, dented, and slightly rusty over the years, it still packed a good punch where it mattered the most, aptly demonstrated by the brisk speed at which the young reptile was able to throttle it forwards. The steering was responsive, the horsepower of the engine ample, and the transmission creaked only every now and then whenever the driver cranked the gearstick too intensely.

In other words, it was the perfect summer car.

Alex was sitting in the passenger seat, holding onto the old leather bench as he watched the road before him and his friend get devoured by the roaring vehicle. An exhilarating surge of adrenaline shot through his ursine body as they drove over a small pothole which ultimately did little to affect the reptilian driver’s control of the car. The small hint of fear that gripped the young bear’s college sophomore chest was quickly remedied by him taking a swig of beer from the hefty aluminum can he clutched in his other paw, the malty, carbonated beverage washing away his anxieties in an instant. All that remained was the thrill of the speed.

The crocodile sitting in the slightly modified driver’s seat next to him was his college roommate and best friend Samuel, whom Alex was currently visiting in the reptile’s hometown. Although he was from a decently rural town in the backwoods of the state, Samuel was very gifted academically, studying mechanical engineering at the same university as Alex. Both of them attended the prestigious school on a scholarship, albeit the bear’s was from his achievement in sports, rather than academics. That wasn’t to say that the outgoing crocodile wasn’t athletic himself, possessing an excellent foundation for his physique from years of farmwork in his teens and working out regularly on campus. He was an exquisite mixture of a bookish nerd from the city who was good at his studies and a backwoods hick who loved shooting guns, operating and fixing farm equipment as well as watching and playing sports. That other, more country, side of him became especially noticeable whenever the crocodile came home to his natural habitat.

All in all, he was a very cool guy to hang around.

The pair of friends were currently on their summer break, and instead of visiting his own family who lived halfway across the country, Alex had chosen to spend at least the first half of his vacation experiencing life at Samuel’s family farm. He totally hadn’t been lured there by the mischievous croc’s promises of an entire cellar full of locally brewed beer and a sweet ride the two of them could use to get around town. And so far, he hadn’t been disappointed by those promises either, evidenced by the case of beer on the backseat of Samuel’s ChevStang model 83; a car he owned and regularly maintained.

“Here comes the skid, here comes the skid!” Samuel shouted excitedly, his eyes flashing with furor as he pressed his foot on the gas.

Waiting until the very last second, the wild-eyed crocodile engaged the car’s parking brake, sending the vehicle into a smooth drift along the steep curve with the skillful operation of the steering wheel, pedals, and gear-shifting. The car rumbled and gravel was pelted onto the roadside nettles more than usual while Alex slapped his left paw against the dashboard, drowning out his thrilled screams by emptying the beer can he squeezed in his other hand. The empty can was then promptly jettisoned from the car’s open window, followed by a hearty ursine burp just as the crocodilian driver straightened out the car.

“That was fucking sick!” Alex shouted, slapping the dashboard again, feeling slightly dizzy but exhilarated.

“Just you wait! There’s an even better curve up ahead!” Samuel chuckled, shifting to a smaller gear and pressing his foot on the gas as he tried to bring the car back up to its previous speed. Momentarily letting go of the gear stick, the crocodile grabbed his own can of beer from the cup-holder, downing a generous helping of the fizzing beverage inside his long, scaly muzzle. “Ahhh~ That’s the stuff!”

“Pretty ballsy for you to be drinking behind the wheel.” Alex grinned, cracking open another can for himself. “You ever get arrested for doing this?”

“Nah… This is privately owned land… The city officials can’t do shit here. Plus the sheriff is a long-time drinking buddy of my dad’s so I’m sure he could make the law look the other way even if we were caught.”

Alex laughed and took a sip.

“Sometimes I forget how closely knit these farming communities are! Everyone is someone’s cousin or brother-in-law or grandchild… I can totally see where the cousin-fucker stereotype comes from.” The husky bear muffled a burp inside his muzzle. “Would I live here I’d have probably fucked at least a few cousins myself.”

“People are just jealous they don’t have cousins as hot as mine! You should see my uncle’s middle one, Nick. He just turned eighteen six months ago and phew!” The driving crocodile whistled. “I don’t care if he is a male, he has some breeding hips. Went over there during easter and he was pitchforking some hay in the front yard in only a pair of jean shorts. Nearly crashed into their barn watching how the denim rode up in that ass.”

“Damn! Why haven’t you introduced me to him already?”

“I figured I would eventually! Although a word of warning, his big brother Danny is in the Marines and visiting them. He’s nearly 300 pounds of bovine muscle and very protective of his little bro. The last we swam by the lake when he was seventeen and I was thirteen, he already had what the folks in these parts call a ‘mare-plunger’ between his legs.”

“A Mare-plunger?” Alex asked, almost choking on his beer.

“A dick big enough to satisfy a horse. Reckon he might have grown even more since then.”

Alex whistled.

“...I wouldn’t mind sampling some prime countryside beef if I get to pound some thick hams later on.”

“In that case, I should definitely introduce you to them.” Samuel chuckled in response as both males enjoyed some more alcohol.

Alex spent a while gazing out the window at the lush fields surrounding the road from all sides, the sea of crops waving gently in the breeze as the two friends drove through it along the narrow dirt road. The air rustling the fur of his brown muzzle carried the scent of okra, barley, and dry grass. Just like with most farmland the landscape around them was flat and treeless, consisting of dozens of different farming plots as far as the eye could see, each blotch of crops possessing their own unique color and height. A lonely tractor pulled what appeared to be a plough in the distance, although with Alex's knowledge of agriculture, it could have easily been an irrigation or a fertilization device.

Looking out the window with the comfy, old carseat shaking beneath his rump suddenly made the young bear aware of how much he needed to take a piss. The bear was already on what he was decently sure was his fourth can of beer in the span of his and Samuel’s short joyride, and there was no doubt he already had quite a bit of ammunition in the tank for his ursine watergun that quickly began begging to be relieved. Not to mention the combination of adrenaline and the gentle rumbling of the car was stimulating Alex’s bladder up to the point where his desire to pee quickly intensified into a pressing need that became impossible for him to ignore no matter how hard he tried.

“Dude… Do you think you could pull over for a while? I gotta take a leak like, right now or I might piss my pants…”

“Told you you should slow down with pounding those beers. We’ve only been driving for like twenty minutes.”

“You kidding? This is mild drinking for me! You were there with me at the spring break beach party weren’t you?” Alex grinned.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right…You still have your pants on.” Samuel shrugged, slowly bringing the car to a halt.

“Here you go! Just make sure you don’t take too long. If I leave this piece of junk running for too long while it’s in park – especially after the kind of revving I just gave it – it’ll make the battery short-circuit. Then we’ll have to wait for like half an hour until I can start the car again.” Samuel said, taking his hands off the wheel as he once again brought the beer can to his lips.

“It’s not like I’m going to take a dump!” Alex chuckled, unfastening his seatbelt and stepping out of the car. He groaned and stretched out his arms, taking a few seconds to listen to the pervasive chirping of crickets before bringing his paws over to his belt.

“You might wanna piss on the other side of the road.”

Alex promptly stopped unbuckling his belt, quizzically elevating his eyebrow as he glanced back at his reptile buddy.

“Something you learn pretty quickly growing up around here is that you don’t piss on, or anywhere near an electrified fence.” The crocodile smirked, pointing at the roadside past the bear, where Alex could also see three wires suspended in midair on wood poles about twenty feet apart. “Unless you want to spend the rest of the day sitting on top of a freezer, I suggest you point your stream elsewhere.”

“Fine, fine!” Alex groaned, briskly walking himself around the car’s hood, unbuckling his belt in the process. Avoiding the muddy pothole just in front of the old vehicle’s front left wheel, he jumped himself next to the driver-side door, and on a stupid drunken impulse unzipped his pants and surprised Samuel by pressing the bulging front of his underwear against the window right next to the crocodile. The big bear performed a few teasing thrusts against the tempered glass, dragging his package back and forth as Samuel voiced a chuckle.

“Didn’t know there was a bear-dick drive-thru on this road…”

“I hear they’ve been opening up new locations as of late.” Alex joked back, getting onto his tippytoes to bring his bulge just on the cusp of pushing it over the window and directly onto the reptile’s muzzle.

“...As tempted as I am, I’d rather not get a mouthful of piss.” Samuel grinned, taking a small sip of beer and squirting it out from between his teeth, wetting the waistband of Alex’s underwear before he could back away.

“Dude! These were a fresh pair!”

“I’m sure your boxers have seen worse stains than some beer. You gonna piss or not?”

“Yes, mom! Want to watch me to make sure?”

Samuel no longer responded to Alex’s taunt and instead picked up his smartphone with a mighty vertical crack splitting its screen in the middle, starting to scroll through social media just like any other person his age. Blowing some air out of his dark nose, Alex took a couple of steps towards the rear of the car and turned away from his friend before taking a slightly wider stance with his legs and lowering the beer-stained waistband of his underwear.

A low groan of satisfaction and relief rolled off the athletic bear’s tongue as he dropped his sweaty ursine junk out from the warm confines of his boxers, fully appreciating the gentle caress of fresh air on his uncut ursine shaft and big bear testes. From the thrill of the ride and his moderate intoxication, he had completely forgotten just how toasty the insides of his underwear had gotten amidst the warm summer day.

Alex soon voiced a slightly louder groan of even greater satisfaction and relief as a healthy stream of bear piss erupted from the tip of his cock, splashing down on the wild grass and weeds of the roadside in a translucent torrent. A pleasant shiver ran up Alex’s spine and spread into his shoulders as he rocked ever so slightly on his feet, experiencing the simple joy of emptying his loaded bladder on the side of the road with no particular hurry weighing down on him, or intelligent thought passing through his head.

His intoxication prompting another, slightly juvenile impulse within the ursine, Alex quickly directed his stream at the nettles growing a bit further away in the small ditch about two feet away from where he stood, doing his best to aim at the pesky plant’s biggest leaves as revenge for all those times he had been burned growing up. Another simple joy any male could appreciate.

After what felt like a good half a minute of him pissing away, the flow from Alex’s dick began to die down, quickly losing pressure until it no longer reached the nettles. When it eventually ran completely dry, the young adult bear once again shivered with satisfaction. Sighing with relief, Alex gave his cock a couple of good shakes to get any lingering drops out of his urethra, promptly starting to stuff his junk back inside his underwear once he was done.

Just as he had zipped up his pants and begun to work his belt, Alex happened to see something moving at the fringes of his view, prompting him to raise his gaze from his belt buckle and peer out onto the open field, the ample sunlight forcing him to squint his eyes. Although his vision was far from perfect with the sun doing its best to blind him and the alcohol dulling his senses, the bear could clearly see a four-legged creature with brown fur stomping back and forth in the distance, tossing its long head up and down as if it was nodding to something.

“The fuck is that?” He muttered out loud, covering his eyes from the sun with his paw. “A horse?”

It was indeed a horse. A stallion to be exact. Once he’d gotten the sun out of the equation Alex could see him relatively well. The male equine had a dark, hickory coat that faded into a shiny shade of charcoal down his legs, the same darker coloring also present on the nape of the creature’s neck and the majestic bridge of his muzzle. The horse’s tail and mane were both black as night, consisting of long, luscious threads of equine hair that fluttered about as the animal walked back and forth on the field. Although the stallion was most likely a Morgan horse on account of its well-defined withers, and delicate, but expressive head, it did possess some draught-like features to its physique, being all-around more meaty than its breed was supposed to. The threads of its mane seemed to have a bit of a natural curl, which led Alex to think the stallion might have had some Friesian heritage.

Noticing the bear gazing out into the field Samuel soon stuck himself out of the car window and mimicked his friend, covering his eyes from the sun as he directed his reptilian eyes at the four-legged character some hundred feet away behind a rickety fence.

“Oh! That’s Brutus.” He said, promptly recognizing the animal. “A stallion from old man Henderson’s ranch. A big, mean pain in the ass from what I’ve heard. As restless and cocky as they come.”

“A troublemaker, huh?” Alex muttered, watching Brutus lift its hooves and throw its head up and down as if it was attempting to taunt the two anthros; which it most likely was.

“He must have followed us from the farm… He’s been running after us for almost two miles. No wonder he won the county derby.”

“So he’s a racehorse? Looks like he still wants to race us.”

Both Alex and Samuel heard the big equine whinny in the distance as it began restlessly trotting around in a circle whilst keeping his eyes on the car and its two passengers. The stallion was most definitely looking for a race.

Alex huffed with amusement as a cocky, teasing grin slowly spread onto his ursine muzzle. Without giving it much further thought, the young bear quickly cupped his paws around his mouth and began shouting at the stallion.

“Run back to your barn haymuncher! You can’t keep up with the kind of horsepower the two of us are riding on!”

Brutus promptly stopped his trotting, his equine ears twitching and fluttering at the bear’s taunt. He stomped the ground with his forehooves and whinnied back at Alex, prompting the bear to continue.

“Didn’t know donkeys were allowed to roam free around here! Better go home before you get tired out trying to race us!”

The stallion whinnied again, kicking the air with its hind legs and trotting around in a circle before rearing provocatively. His reply was enforced with a loud snort and him tossing his dark mane around.

“Gelded nag! Go and hump a haystack!”

The back and forth between the feral stallion and anthro bear continued for a while, Alex doing his utmost to sling out insults and profanities at the agitated equine while Samuel chuckled and sipped on his beer in the driver seat. The horse-heckling eventually evolved to the point where Alex, in another fine display of his drunkenness, turned around and dropped his trousers, mooning Brutus with his ursine behind, successfully riling the stallion up even further.

“Bet your mare has a rump flatter than this!” He shouted over his shoulder, smacking the side of his left cheek as Brutus reared yet again. “That’s right! You wish you’d get to mount this!”

Now the neigh leaving the stallion's muzzle was audibly more aggressive.

“What’s that?” Alex shouted, pulling his pants back up and cupping his left paw around his ear. “If you’ve got something to say, why don’t you come here and say it!”

At first, the agitated stallion appeared to finally decide that his time wasn’t worth arguing with the drunker anthro. Tossing his head somewhat dismissively, Brutus slowly turned around and trotted away from the fence in what Alex took as a great triumph in his verbal bout with the feral equine.

“That’s right! Run along you colt!”

The cocky smirk of victory the young bear drew on his muzzle was promptly swept away as Brutus decided to turn around and launch himself into a wild gallop towards the car and the drunk ursine standing next to it. In a bit of a shock to both Alex and Samuel, the strapping Morgan-Friesian mix cleared the dilapidated five-foot fence with ease, performing a leap worthy of a full-blooded dressage horse over the obstacle. His sturdy hooves made a loud thud as they landed on the grass and the stallion began galloping towards the car, clearly out to settle his beef with the bear.

“Shit!”

The word rolled off Alex’s tongue out of reflex, the fur on the back of his head standing up as he witnessed the equine powerhouse storming towards him at what must have been easily thirty miles per hour. The shocked male ursine turned around on his heels and grasped the rusty handle of the car’s backseat door just in time to hear the old vehicle’s engine shutting down before he could yank the handle. Not thinking much of it at first, Alex attempted to open the door, the old mechanism stubbornly refusing to obey his efforts.

“Stop messing around Sam! Open the door before that fucker gets here!”

“I can’t!” The crocodile replied with a hint of panic in his voice. “The short circuit of the battery activates the emergency lock on the doors. They won’t budge until the battery comes back online.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Alex exclaimed, glancing over his shoulder at Brutus who was closing in on him dangerously fast.

“Just climb in through the window!”

“Like I’m going to fit through that! Can’t you roll them down further?”

“No, I can’t! I told you the backseat windows are stuck. So unless you have a better idea, you better try to squeeze your fat ass through that.”

Alex didn’t have a better idea and there wasn’t enough time to come up with another one. Even though the gap between the window and the frame was obviously too small for a male of his stature, he had to try. That or face the apparent wrath of the big stallion he had been taunting, and who seemed very keen on exacting revenge on him.

Hastily removing his hoodie and tossing it inside the car, Alex attempted to squeeze his bulky frame through the backseat window, by some miracle managing to wiggle his shoulders inside the car which allowed him to subsequently pull the rest of his torso along with him. Where the panic-spawned plan went wrong, however, was at Alex’s waist. The ursine rump he had previously shown off to the stallion was too big to fit through the narrow gap, leaving his lower half hanging outside of the vehicle.

“Son of a fucking bitch!” Alex groaned, kicking the air behind his butt as he attempted to crank himself into the backseat to no avail. He eventually flinched and stopped his kicking as the menacing thud of Brutus’ hooves landing on the dirt road reached his ears. Samuel attempted to start the car, but as the battery was dead, the old engine remained silent. The two males promptly froze up as the heavy hoofsteps approached the car from behind, the bulky silhouette of the feral animal soon casting an intimidating shadow upon Alex’s unprotected behind and the entire back half of the car.

Slowly turning his head, Alex could catch a glimpse of the strapping equine’s sturdy legs and robust belly as it walked next to the old vehicle like a sheriff who had just caught the pair of friends speeding. The stallion was a lot bigger than what he had appeared in the distance, the slow, confident way he rolled the weight of his body from one leg to another adding some extra impact to the visual that the handsome creature already was. Even though he couldn’t talk, the words ‘Well, well, well, what do we have here?’ were plastered all over the equine’s cocky demeanor as he carefully stepped next to the car and lowered his head to look at the two passengers.

Both Alex and Samuel flinched as Brutus voiced what was on all accounts a very dissatisfied snort, scraping the dry dirt with his hooves as he inspected the car.

“Don’t move… He might just leave us alone if we don’t agitate him any further.” Samuel muttered under his breath.

The stiff crocodile averted his eyes from the Morgan-Friesian as he lowered his head, gazing at the young reptile with one of his big feral eyes before aggressively nudging the half-open window that Alex had dragged his junk against. The horse blew air out of its nostrils, seemingly uninterested in the person in the front seat. Samuel – who had been holding his breath – sighed with relief as the big animal took some three steps backward, soon lowering his muzzle again to inspect the hefty bear rump tauntingly jutting out of the back-seat window.

Alex stiffened up ever so slightly as he felt Brutus’ snout poking his butt, the large equine nostrils of the hefty farm animal flaring as it sniffed the air around the bear’s behind. For a brief while, both of the anthros entertained the hope that the horse had already forgotten who had been taunting him, that hope getting subsequently washed down the drain once Brutus whinnied and stomped the ground with palpable aggression. The memories and rage of this stallion hadn’t dissipated in the slightest.

Brutus began to quickly poke Alex’s ass with his muzzle, even slamming his entire head against the pillowy bear buttocks a couple of times as a sign of his irritation, attempting to figure out how to best exact revenge on the anthro whose upper body was out of his reach. A few more frustrated snorts and huffs echoed around the car as Brutus even poked Alex’s legs with his own, trying to make sense of the situation. None of the bumps he gave the bear were of the gentle sort.

Despite being plenty frustrated himself, Alex managed to endure the big stallion’s antics for a good while, until the horse eventually nipped his stubby bear tail with its teeth.

“Ow! Watch it you dumb beast!” Alex said before he was able to stop himself.

Hearing the bear’s voice prompted the stallion to whinny, his equine vocalization both irritated and triumphant at the same time. Soon enough, Alex’s tail was nipped a second and a third time, both instances prompting the bear to yip, more out of surprise than pain.

Satisfied with his successful bullying of his enemy’s tail, Brutus was quick to poke his brutish muzzle elsewhere, taking multiple small nips all over Alex’s rump. And although he mostly caught fabric between his teeth, the sensation of having one’s behind bitten at wasn’t too pleasant. Especially not when the stallion started getting somewhat rough, biting down on Alex’s pants and thrashing his head around a little bit, giving the bear his first glimpse of how big and strong a grown stallion could be.

As much as he wanted to kick the beast and unleash another flurry of insults its way, Alex had the mental clarity to remain silent, knowing that further escalation might lead to him getting a hoofprint or two on his rump.

Brutus eventually found its way back over to Alex’s tail, this time biting down on the male ursine’s belt, violently yanking it up and down in his mouth. Alex’s pants quickly began to loosen up.

“Hey! What do you think you’re d-”

Alex flinched with shock as the brawny stallion suddenly pulled his pants down in one fell swoop, the bouncy pair of bear moons getting abruptly exposed as the forceful yank also brought down the bear’s underwear. As strange as it was, the stallion appeared to cease his attacks on the defenseless ursine ass, instead withdrawing its muzzle and examining the ample anthro posterior with curiosity. But as it turned out, curiosity wasn’t the only thing on the animal’s mind as it looked at the ample bear buns that were enticingly stuck out toward it.

“Whoa!”

Twitching his ears to Samuel’s astonished exclamation, Alex quickly whisked his head towards the front seat, noticing his crocodile buddy looking over his left shoulder, undoubtedly at Brutus who stood outside the car. Unable to properly see the equine himself, the bear pushed his chest up from the seat with his arms, peering over the reptile’s other shoulder, at the old car’s sideview mirror. And ‘Whoa!’ was definitely among the words Alex himself would have used to describe what he saw had the circumstances been different.

The smudgy, metal-framed mirror attached to the driverside door was at just the right angle to give the bear on the backseat a perfect view of the stallion’s lower half, more precisely his hind legs and the heavy-duty horse genitals the animal lugged around with it. Alex was able to focus his eyes on the reflected image of Brutus’ sheath just in time to catch a half-flaccid feral stallion dick fully emerging from the husky equine’s crotch. The grithy hose of barnyard fuckflesh flopped out from the confines of the dark leather tunnel with haste, its exit accompanied by a soft, yet audible sound that was hard to describe as anything other than lewd. Both anthros gazed at the impressively proportioned mating cylinder in awe as it seductively swung up and down beneath Brutus’ belly, twitching once every couple of seconds as it began to grow bigger and more rigid before the two friends’ eyes.

Brutus snorted and undulated his forehooves excitedly as Alex and Samuel remained mesmerized by his swelling stallionhood. The intimidatingly vascular horse testes – each bigger than either anthro males’ fists – slowly oscillated within the brown stallion’s sack, both of them rising and falling near-simultaneously along the feral’s breath as his equine junk enjoyed the justified admiration of the two bipedal males. One could only imagine how much sperm each of the gargantuan gonads was capable of producing and how much of said colt milk they were currently carrying.

Once Alex was able to detach his eyes from the leather-draped set of feral breeding boulders, Brutus’ cock had already grown fully erect. Even though he could only see it as a reflection in the car’s mirror, the imposing visual of the firm stallion sex slapped the young bear’s face blank with astonishment, prompting a strange shiver of both fear and arousal to tickle his back. The entire thing was massive, being nearly the length of Alex’s arm whilst also rivaling the ursine appendage in girth, possessing a circumference greater than the anthro’s wrist at its thickest. The equine shaft – adorned in the middle by a profound ring capable of stretching out the cunt of even the most experienced mare – had a slight upwards curve to its cylindrical shape, spawning an illusion of the breeding log being lighter towards its extremes than it was in the middle. The illusion was however pitifully fragile, for if one was able to witness either the fat glands at the tip of the elephantine equine extension or the low-hanging mating spheres dangling near its base, it was dispelled immediately. The whole horse dick must have weighed nearly ten pounds in total, making its stern defiance of gravity all the more impressive.

If any countryside cock was worthy of being called a mare plunger, Brutus’ feral fuckpole was most definitely that cock.

As if wanting to show off his three-foot cervix-kisser to the admiring anthros, the endowed horse took a few steps closer to the driver seat, slapping his enormous male length against his abdomen whilst whinnying with confidence. Although neither Samuel nor Alex spoke horse, the implied phrases of ‘Whatcha looking at?’ and ‘Yeah, it’s fucking huge!’ were universally understood.

With the equine now standing closer to the mirror, Alex was able to admire the intricacies of Brutus’ male battering ram in even further detail. The smooth, cylindrical surface of the equine breeder was bumpy with veins that coursed beneath the taut flesh like rivers on a map, providing the monster of a mating tool with all the hot stallion blood it needed to remain erect through a mounting. Some of the veins were thicker than Alex’s fingers, speaking further to the immense volume of the equine fucktool. It was difficult not to feel intimidated in the presence of something that huge.

To finish off the brief showcase of his breeding baton, Brutus whinnied and slapped his length against his abdomen, flaring up the blunt head of his stallion sex hammer. The equine glans that were already plenty hefty quickly swelled up by about half, an enthusiastic rope of stallion pre squirting out from the narrow opening between them. The engorged tip made the feral filly-wrecker appear absolutely gigantic, all the lewd details of the stallion’s flare accentuated by its inflated shape. It looked too big for even another horse to handle.

“Yup! That’s a big fat horsecock all right!” Samuel whistled with a slight country twang. “I guess his mare really did have a flatter ass than yours… He’s so going to mount you.”

“What?!”

“You think he dropped his cock just to show off? Oh no… He’s also planning to use it.” The crocodile chuckled, sniffing the air just outside the car window. “Yup! This horse is pent-up… And not just a little either.”

Before Alex was able to question why his friend was able to smell if a horse was pent up or not, the pervasive stench of a rutting stallion sneaked its way up his nostrils as well. It was a raunchy odor, mixing the aromas of hay, sweat, and dirt with the more pungent lust-laced scent of what Alex assumed was horse sperm, at the very least horse-pre if nothing else. The scent was very aggressive but not overly unpleasant. Had the stallion responsible for the striking aroma not been strutting around behind his rump with his cock out with the unfortunate intention of making the ursine his new mare and or semen extractor, Alex could perhaps have found it enjoyable.

While the bear was busy breathing in Brutus’ spunk, the horse slowly returned to his initial position behind Alex’s exposed rear-end, snorting and scraping the road with his hooves, either savoring the moment or uncertain how he should mount his bride.

“You’re not going to even try to stop him?!” Alex hissed, really starting to get worried for the safety of his colon. “You’re just going to let it fuck me!?”

The crocodile responded with a smirk and a shrug.

“One of the first rules of horse-ranching is not to get in the way of a rutting stallion and his mare. Even if I had a shotgun with me, and I was able to get out of the car, I wouldn’t have the balls to try and stop him. Especially now, when he’s raring to give you his colts. I think you’ll just have to be his mare for the next five minutes.”

Brutus whinnied loudly, kicking his forehooves up into the air as he reared next to the car, his erect stallion sex swinging up along with his body. Both the anthros inside flinched as the chassis of the old vehicle soon rattled with two metallic ‘thunks’, produced by Brutus’ forehooves landing on its roof somewhere above Alex’s head. The bear subsequently flinched again and to a much greater extent as he felt the feral breeding pillar slapping down against his ass. The underside of the rock-hard stallion pole throbbed desirously on his cheeks, prompting the young anthro to swallow nervously.

Brutus’ message couldn’t have been more clear. The show was over. Now it was time to fuck

“Just take it as an authentic countryside experience.” Samuel grinned from the front seat as the stallion rubbed his erect impregnation instrument on his friend’s buttocks. “You will not be the first person around these parts to take stallion dick. None of the folks I know have complained… Although I doubt their partners were as big as Brutus.”

Alex could feel his sphincter instinctively puckering up as the stallion backed up a couple of steps’ worth, sliding the entire length of his heavy horsecock down along the valley of his bear cheeks until the anthro could feel the hefty horse glands against his ass. Brutus snorted again and spread out his rear hooves ever so slightly before carefully leaning against the car, pushing the head of his prostate piston against Alex’s defenseless bear-hole.

“Wow! Never seen a hot and heavy stallion so patient with their mounting. He must reaaaally want to fuck you.” Samuel whistled, sticking his head out of the car window to witness the spectacle for himself. “May the lord have mercy on your ass, 'cause that stallion ain’t gonna give it any.”

“Oh fuck off you shitty liz-”

The bear’s response was interrupted by a sound dangerously close to the bleat of a lusty mare leaving his muzzle as Brutus bucked his powerful equine haunches and uncourteously shoved his throbbing feral meatsickle up the male anthro’s colon. It only took the equine beast a split second to complete the anus-dilating disappearing act of his cock, the spasming insides of the smaller anthro yielding immediately under the enormous pressure the feral mating cylinder exerted onto his rectal cavity. The car rattled as Brutus’ hips slammed into Alex’s plump posterior, his sweaty stallion sheath arriving into an intimate kiss with the young bear’s expeditiously expounded sphincter. It was a total slam-dunk.

Alex had never before had an orgasm without being at least half-erect, but this time there was no plausible window for his member to stiffen with how fast and deep the feral cock was forced up his ass by the impatient animal. The resulting, harsh stimulation of his poor bear prostate forced him to cum immediately. It was simultaneously his first, and second time cumming with a limp dick as the violent penetration unexpectedly brought him to a double orgasm; the first one elicited by the feral stallion’s flare passing above his prostate, and the second one from the girthy ring in the middle of his colt cannon doing the same. His ursine balls got pulled up into his crotch the same millisecond the gargantuan equine cockhead slammed into the furthest wall of his intestines, his mind getting struck blank by the shock from the impact as well as the fierce sensation of bliss pushing its way through his cock.

Alex was able to hear Samuel’s whistle from somewhere far away as he expelled seed from his flaccid cock, shamefully splattering all his male pride onto the dirt road as he came harder than ever before from being impaled with the biggest cock he had ever seen. But as painful, sudden, and humiliating it was to cum like that from the dick of a dumb farm animal, Alex couldn’t help but get lost in the bliss of experiencing two climaxes at once, his flattened bear brain filled with nothing but ecstasy and images of Brutus’ dick for the time he ejaculated.

It wasn’t until after all the pleasure began fading that Alex received a crude wake-up call to his present situation. As soon as he came down from the intense high of his first mare experience a sharp pain slashed through his lower body. Alex yelped and grit his teeth, only now realizing the true dimensions of the phallic monster that had been pushed up his rectal tunnel. Assaulted by the immense discomfort tingling on the recently-widened circumference of his tailhole, Alex groaned and began to sweat as if he’d just finished a marathon, trying his best to separate the throbbing of his sore lower half from the much more profound, fast-paced throbbing of Brutus’ cock he was able to feel almost all the way up to his chest.

What became abundantly clear within the first twenty seconds of him struggling around the massive horsecock, was that the mirror hadn’t done its size proper justice. It was much bigger than what the bear had initially thought.

Taking short, rapid breaths with a mean grimace on his muzzle, the bear was somewhat able to come to terms with the feral phallus invading the interior of his tail tunnel. It wasn’t exactly Alex’s first rodeo in the art of taking dick, although the ones he had enjoyed before had been of much more manageable size; Samuel’s croco-cock included. None of them even compared to the gargantuan size of the impregnation instrument currently violating his bowels. Granted the ursine was moderately benefitting from his inebriation, finding it easier to relax his body to the extent it was possible to do whilst a massive 1200-pound animal was balls-deep inside his hole, attempting to split his ass in half.

Just as the ursine jock began getting comfortable fitting his colon around Brutus’ breeding baton, the stallion decided to start moving. Declaring his intentions with a loud neigh, the rutting horse began throwing his hips against Alex, paying no mind if his mare was ready or not whenever he began pounding him. The rusty suspension of the old car began creaking to the rapid, lusty beat of Brutus’ thrust, as the stallion was not at all shy to use his whole weight in the species-mismatched mounting process.

The combination of anal agony and prostatic pleasure contorted Alex’s brown muzzle into an expression both hostile and slutty, his lower half sending mixed signals to his brain about whether he was enjoying the huge horsecock scraping his colon. The imposing cylinder of equine fuckflesh moved around in the tight squeeze of his tailhole however it wished, slowly but surely molding the ursine intestines to its lewd shape, relentlessly hammering away at the helpless anthro whom the big horse had chosen as the carrier for his offspring. Alex could feel everything about the enormous horse dick expeditiously plunging in and out of his wildly dilated hole. Even though each visit from the feral fuck organ to the back of his ass only lasted about half a second, his insides quickly learned the shape of every vein, every dip, and every bump of the equine lovetool, autonomously adapting their constrictions to when Brutus had him bottomed out and they could feel the stallion’s throbbing length the most.

Although mere moments had passed since he last spilled his seed, Alex’s beardick quickly developed a more than enthusiastic erection, one which began slapping against the surprisingly sturdy car window as the excitedly snorting animal had its way with him. He was actually enjoying getting fucked by a feral horse. He was enjoying it a whole lot.

With the pain prompted by the rapid dilation of his entire lower digestive tract being slowly reduced to a funny tingle near his lower back, Alex began slowly appreciating the intense dicking-down from his feral mate. Synchronizing his breathing with Brutus’ rapid thrusts, the bear was able to avoid the uncomfortable feeling inside his chest whenever the hefty horsecock competed for space with his lungs, which also left his muscles with more oxygen to brace themselves at least some of the stallion’s more aggressive thrusts which he could feel up in his shoulders. Once the initial shock and feelings of defeat were subdued it was surprisingly easy for Alex to accept his position as Brutus’ mare and his body to start deriving pleasure from the heated pounding it took from the powerful set of equine haunches.

The sensation of being subdued, claimed and then fucked by a bigger male – not to mention a feral – who unconditionally set the pace and intensity at which he used Alex’s body to relieve himself was unexpectedly intoxicating. The horse was clapping Alex’s big bear cheeks like they were his property, spanking them with his gargantuan testes as he slammed the elephantine instrument of equine mating prowess up his mare’s ‘cunt’ snorting and whinnying like he was having the time of his life. Little by little, thrust after thrust, Brutus was turning Alex into a proper stallion cocksleeve, one who was not only able to get off from getting fucked in the ass by a huge horsecock, but also gradually getting addicted to having one stuck between his cheeks.

“Man! Look at that fat horsecock stretching your ass out!”

Well on his way to becoming a mindless stallion semen extractor, Alex had nearly forgotten his reptilian friend sitting in the front seat who was eagerly observing the interspecies romp conducted through his car window. Just barely able to see straight from all the pleasure Brutus’ dong pummeled into his body as well as from his body shaking so much upon absorbing each jab from the feral male’s hips, Alex noticed Samuel holding up his phone.

“W-what t-the f-f-fuck d-dude?” He groaned, trying to keep his face from twisting into a slutty grin while Brutus’ testes smacked against his ass like a pair of equine wrecking balls, the lewd slaps from the impact echoing over the rapid creaking of the car’s chassis.

“What? Surely you ain’t stoppin’ a croc from recording his best bud’s first rodeo? Besides, one rarely gets to enjoy this kinda show this close.” Samuel smirked, bringing his phone inside the car where he zoomed in on Alex’s belly where one could clearly see the unflattering definition of Brutus’ member traveling back and forth at a reckless pace.

“Damn! Look at that bulge!” He whistled. “Ol’ Brutus is gonna breed you so good!”

The crocodile’s words sounded so deliciously raunchy, Alex couldn’t help but try and squeeze his ass down on Brutus’ cock, his actions prompting exactly the kind of response from the horny stallion as he had hoped. The brown stallion’s ecstatic whinny echoed in Alex’s ears as his whole body was suddenly electrified by pleasure upon his guts getting struck by the full volume of Brutus’ flared stallionhood. It was enough for the bear to have his first, full-erection orgasm during the intense feral-on-anthro mating.

Alex moaned and clawed the leather back seat of Samuel’s car as one big snake of bear ejaculate erupted down from his cock, the entire lower half of his ursine figure twitching and spasming as the orgasm ploughed through him like a tractor. Those spasms subsequently prompted Brutus to flare up his breeder three to four more times, each strike from the swollen equine love mallet lengthening the bliss of Alex’s maregasm.

Following his ursine colt-extractor’s third climax, Brutus noticeably picked up the pace, whomping his haunches against the anthro bear’s ass with even greater enthusiasm, amplifying all the sounds that accompanied the gut-stirring, prostate-pounding, foal-making sex. With the stallion’s animalistic grunts and snorts echoing all over the car, Alex got an even better experience of what it truly felt like to be a mare, and have one’s ass utterly dominated by a big powerhouse of a male horse whose lust seemingly knew no bounds. Brutus’ cock was now flared almost constantly, its mind-shattering size dilating his rear pipe into new dimensions to please the strong equine who displayed no remorse as it claimed the jock bear’s ass as its property.

Even with the copious lubrication from all the stallion-pre Brutus has squirted inside his hole, feeling the flare raking the sensitive insides of his colon was a bit of a struggle, but a struggle Alex enjoyed nonetheless. Being used like a mare had the unexpected perk of one’s body starting to respond like a mare to even more rough stimulation from a rutting stallion, constantly craving for more and more horsecock to scratch the many lewd itches developing within the lower half of his anatomy. Alex was starting to get so into it, he began doubting if he could even get off from regular cock anymore. Horsecocks were definitely a taste one developed for life. He would need to get his ass branded with a “horsecocks only” mark once Brutus was finished with him.

And finishing was what the big animal intended to do.

A mixture of ursine pre and the remainders of his previous load drooling down from his rock-hard bearcock, Alex tried pushing himself back against Brutus’ fierce thrusts, getting dangerously close to his fourth orgasm along with his feral boyfriend’s first. The wildly snorting horse was at full flare, the impressive length of his stallionhood throbbing all the more intensely deep in the smaller male’s quivering guts, signaling Brutus’ desire to seal the mating and spill his potent stallion milk into Alex’s non-existent womb. Alex could feel his tailhole getting stretched even more as the already enormous equine dick seemed to swell up ahead of the messy climax, his rectal anatomy getting pushed to its limits by the stallion who was about to unload the contents of his colt churns into his bear belly.

Panting in anticipation of the horny feral’s load, Alex once again glanced toward his friend in the front seat. Samuel was still recording the ordeal on his phone, sticking his left hand out of the window to get all the best shots of Brutus’ cock plundering his best friend's hole. The bear couldn’t also help but notice the enthusiastic, and recognizable movement of the crocodile’s other arm which seemed to reach over to his crotch.

“Are you fucking j-jerking off dude?” Alex groaned, struggling to keep his voice at an even level with how hard of a dicking he took from Brutus.

“The two of you make such a cute couple I couldn’t help myself. Ain’t like I’d not take advantage of having the best seat to a live barnyard sex show.” Samuel chuckled, peeking at the action over his shoulder whilst beating his meat. “If it was me getting fucked by that horse, you would have crawled over to the back seat and stuffed your dick in my mouth by now.”

Samuel knew his friend all too well, and Alex couldn’t come up with a good rebuttal, partly because Brutus was about to stuff his tailhole with colts.

The strapping stallion’s climax was as sudden and impetuous as the initial penetration of his anthropomorphic partner, completely overwhelming Alex with its intensity. Brutus whinnied and slammed his forehooves against the roof of the car as his pulsating breeding pillar exploded into a fountain of equine ejaculate in the trembling caress of Alex’s unsuspecting colon. The feral essence slammed its way into the young ursine’s tail tunnel, traveling through the meaty tube of stallion sex in intense, hot pulses, each carrying what felt like a few cups’ worth of the sticky colt batter in search of an egg to fertilize. Surge after surge, it began filling up Alex’s intestines.

Feeling the warm horse goo rushing up into his rectal cavity along with the immense stretch applied to his insides by Brutus’ climaxing flare elicited another very mare-like moan from Alex’s throat as he came for the fourth time. Having already spent most of his cum in his previous ejaculations, only a few narrow strings of bear jizz got squirted out of his cock. Not that Alex minded too much as he was much more preoccupied with savoring the sensation of genuine stallion sperm inflating his abused bowels. Soon enough it wasn’t only Brutus’ flare that was bulging out the shape of his abdomen, as the brown stallion kept on cumming and cumming, his genitals seeming stubbornly dead set on impregnating this mare regardless of the lack of a womb. Alex was filling up with Brutus’ colts so rapidly he could almost taste them in his mouth, the pungent smell traveling up his digestive tract and tickling his senses from inside his body.

Taking on all of the climaxing stallion quickly became too overwhelming for the young bear and he almost blacked out under the relentless barrage of pleasure and horse semen, tiptoeing on the edge of consciousness for multiple consecutive seconds. It wasn’t until Brutus began moving his hips again that he was shaken awake through some intense anal ventriloquism from an ejaculating horsecock.

“H-he’s s-still g-going?!” Alex huffed, his round, bloated gut sloshing back and forth along Brutus’ pounding as the whinnying equine kept adding to the pool of his offspring swimming around in the bear’s abdomen.

“Mmhhh~! He must think you’re such a good fuck that he should just go ahead and give you another load in the same go! Some of the more possessive stallions are known to do that.” Samuel chimed in front of the front seat, masturbating fiercely as he watched Brutus filling up his friend.

“F-fuck! I’m not sure if I can take much more of his jizz…” Alex groaned, already feeling slight discomfort from the liquid pressure building up inside his belly. “Although I suppose I really don’t have a choice…”

Brutus whinnied in agreement with his mare, continuing to slam his hips onto Alex’s behind and filling up his tailhole with his sperm.

It took the big stallion another, long and messy minute to complete his mounting. Alex’s guts eventually grew unable to contain all of Brutus’ colt cream and the excess forced its way past the tight seal the bear’s sphincter formed around the equine’s girthy dick, escaping in voluminous spurts whenever the pressure inside overwhelmed the dilated orifice. Though at that point, Alex had already developed a proper baby belly for himself, his previously toned abdomen now rounded out into a glorious dome mimicking pregnancy. The bear himself was unsure if he had had another orgasm during the last three dozen thrusts, being far too dazed and heavy with seed to care about his ursine genitals any longer. He was tired, heavy, sweaty, and full of cum, only really ever acknowledged his surroundings when Samuel eventually reached his own climax, shooting long streaks of cum onto the steering wheel from his scaly croco-cock.

“Oh, man! Look at that gut!” Samuel whistled once Brutus finally calmed down, bringing his phone inside the car to record Alex’s swollen abdomen. “This mare is preggers all right! Knocked up better than a momma possum with a dozen cubs in the third trimester!”

As much as he would have liked to argue with the reptile, Alex didn’t have any strength left to do so. And it was not like Samuel was particularly wrong. He both looked and felt like he had at least a foal or two brewing in his belly.

Alex opened his muzzle for a weak moan once Brutus eventually backed off from on top of the car, his deflating member exiting his gaping crater of a tailhole with a loud ‘splorch’ followed by an entire waterfall off the thick colt batter gushing down both his thighs. The bear trembled as the warm seed trickled down his fur, his asshole feeling uncomfortably breezy and void of filling. As it was right now, his tailhole could have probably made every mare on the meadow jealous with how obviously it had been ravaged by a bid-dicked male horse. Not to mention he had an entire trough’s worth of Brutus’ thick colt goo swimming around in his bloated bowels. Two telltale signs of a certified barnyard slut.

Brutus voiced one last triumphant neigh as his massive mating instrument slowly receded into its sheath and he backed away a few more steps from the cum-glazed bear ass he had destroyed with his dick. The horse glanced at the gaping result of his enthusiastic mounting, snorting before tossing his dark mane from side to side, seeming very pleased with his work. The handsome equine subsequently wandered his way to the front of the car, delivering a spirited kick to the side of the hood with his right hind hoof on his way past the old vehicle. The two anthros twitched their ears to the familiar sound of the car’s engine starting up.

Giving Samuel and Alex one last, slightly cocky whinny from his rugged muzzle, Brutus turned around and started heading towards his home farm in the opposite direction. His big head bopped gently up and down, his wide haunches swaying from side to side as he nonchalantly walked away. It was as if he had already forgotten the bear whom he had just filled with his stallion secretions.

“...I guess that’s one definition for a fun ride around the countryside.” Samuel chuckled, observing the equine’s receding silhouette in the rearview mirror. “You okay there buddy?”

“Ugh… What do you think?” Alex groaned, carefully testing the waters for him to squeeze back out from the window where he was still stuck; perhaps even more now that his belly was full of horse jizz.

“I take it you want to spend the rest of the day sitting on top of a freezer?”

“Yeah… Maybe the night as well. See if I can get my ass to close after all that.”

“Speaking of… I’m gonna need you to take a good, long squat on the side of the road once you’re able to squeeze yourself out of that window.”

“Huh~?”

“No way am I going to let you, or your ass, anywhere near these seats until you’ve farted all of that cum out of your tailhole.”

“F-fuck off, dude!”