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Sean stood in front of the imposing apartment door, nervously glancing over both his shoulders. His heart was pounding a restless rhythm on the inside of his chest and he could feel his body sweating despite the sky being overcast and a relatively brisk breeze blowing by. Looking at the run-down apartment building as well as the melancholic view of the surrounding neighborhood didn't make the young man feel any more at ease; if anything it only exasperated his anxiety.

Being a human – a lone one at that – in an anthro neighborhood was a stressful experience.

Although humans and anthropomorphic animals had coexisted relatively peacefully for the better part of a millennium, there was still lots of – mostly justified – racial tension between the human majority and the minority of bipedal animals. The leaves of history had seen humans oppress the anthros across their existence, often treating them as extensions of their less-intelligent counterparts and regarding them simply as beings to take advantage of in terms of labor.

But as the world had come along and broader society had civilized to an extent the treatment of anthros had naturally improved, although one could argue the change was only marginal. While no longer fully subservient to humans, the anthros still very much belonged to the shadows of the modernized world, suffering from low life quality. The toughest, most demanding, and often worst-paid jobs were usually imposed on anthros, who thus lived in relative poverty for their entire lives.

In a sense, the situation hadn't improved much and it was easy to see why an anthro would resent a human. On his way to the shabby-looking apartment building, Sean had received strange, doubtful, and even hostile looks from the anthros he had come across which further added to the menacing atmosphere of the low-income milieu. Everything about his surroundings gave him the feeling he was not supposed to be there. And yet here he was anyway, standing in front of a large apartment door that carried big brass numbers 2 and 4, of which the latter hung crooked on the shabby-looking entrance.

Sean was nervous, but not entirely because he was in an anthro part of town. The bigger reason for why his heart was thumping like crazy and why he felt out of breath was what lay beyond the door of apartment 24. Or more precisely, whom the apartment belonged to.

Contrary to most Sean happened to like anthros. He liked them a whole lot. Up to the point where he found the bipedal animals more attractive than his fellow humans. At least physically. He had never been able to quite pinpoint what it was about the anthros that drew him in so much. Over time he had reclined to mostly chalking it up to their more exotic anatomy and his own fascination towards anything considered taboo by society.

While humans and anthros tolerated one another in society, interaction, especially of the intimate, romantic kind was almost non-existent. Relationships between humans and anthros were mostly seen as taboo, be that relationship romantic or purely sexual. Naturally, some interaction did occur occasionally, but it was never talked about, and those who were known to have engaged in it were more or less shunned.

That being said, there was definitely desire and willingness from both classes of society to engage in what was rarely spoken about. In that regard, humans and anthros were not different in the slightest. Like Sean, there were other humans who wanted to explore something more wild when it came to dating or hooking up, and naturally, there were also anthros who wanted to do the same with humans. Although relegated to the less-explored areas of the internet, there existed quite a few websites and forums where the two individuals could meet up, chat, and perhaps arrange something in the physical world if they so desired. While perfectly legal, these sites and services were often seen as being kinky, hardcore, or even plain perverted by some.

It had been a bit over a month since Sean finally gave in to his curiosity and created an account on PrimalMeet.com for meeting some sexy anthros. After a while of lurking around and reading discussions and posts from other users, he eventually happened on the profile of a stallion who was looking for human company. The anthro horse had listed his height at 7'5'' and his weight at 350 pounds, which was part of what had drawn Sean to his profile. One fact he loved about anthros, especially the males, was that they were usually big and strong, much more so than most humans. In that regard, the stallion was a complete jackpot.

After hesitating a day or two, Sean had finally worked up the courage to message the mysterious equine. The two of them had managed to hit it off surprisingly well, and soon enough they had already started sending each other lewd messages and eventually begun addressing each other with their real names. The horse's name was Tarrus and he was slightly older than Sean at 32. He was strong-worded and projected a dominant personality throughout their conversations, which also struck a chord with Sean, who was more on the submissive side.

A month of suggestive back-and-forth later, the two of them eventually agreed to meet up in person, with Tarrus inviting Sean over to his apartment. The apartment in front of which the young man was currently standing. While having initially been extremely excited to meet the giant stallion in person, now that he was actually here, Sean was starting to have second thoughts.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to get his racing heart, galloping imagination, and anxious breathing under control while his resolve fluctuated from one extreme to the other. A million things were rushing through his mind as he periodically raised and lowered his right hand, hesitating to knock on the shabby-looking door. Had he dressed too casually for a date? Was this even supposed to be a date or just a heated hookup? How was Tarrus in person and did he even match the details of his profile? If things progressed the way their previous interactions implied, how would the physical side of things work were they to…?

The young man sighed and shook his head. There was only one way to find the answer to all of those questions.

Sparing a few more seconds to hesitate and glance over his shoulders, he finally, decisively raised his right hand and gently knocked on the door. That action alone was enough to get the adrenaline flowing.

Sean waited, carefully listening for any sounds coming from inside the apartment. There was nothing to be heard. A few seconds passed and Sean wondered if he should knock again. He glanced at his watch, confirming that he had indeed arrived at the correct time.

Just as he was about to go in for another knock he heard a loud thump from beyond the door, prompting his heart to skip a beat. The thump was eventually followed by another, the impact of which Sean could feel on the bottom of his sneakers. He couldn't help but swallow nervously as he realized the ground-shaking thuds to be the inhabitant's footsteps, approaching the door from the other side, growing louder and heavier the closer they got. Sean could have sworn the entire floor of the run-down building shook with the last pair of steps.

The door swung open and Sean found himself staring at an abdomen, covered with a thick, walnut-hued coat. The abdomen belonging to a big anthro horse was neither truly toned nor corpulent, existing somewhere in the middle, at a coveted sweetspot where the strong muscles underneath were concealed underneath a healthy layer of fat. It was very much the kind of gut one could have expected to see on a working anthro.

Sean blinked bewildered, much like anyone who was greeted by a gut instead of a face at the door. He took a step back and began elevating his line of sight, being shocked to realize how far back he had to tilt his head to see the anthro's muzzle. The horse standing before him was absolutely huge.

A pair of big equine nostrils twitched and blew out hot, equine-scented air against Sean's face from above, only the very tip of the tall horse's robust muzzle peeking out from the shadows of the apartment. Following along the dark silhouette extending behind the equine nose one could see a pair of menacing eyes gazing downward. Everything above them was hidden from sight by the doorframe, and that was even with the fact that the entrance was clearly fitted for a more sizable inhabitant.

Sean wasn't particularly gifted at judging the height of objects. But even he could instantly tell that the horse standing by the door was taller than seven and a half feet. If he had had to guess, he would have said him to be around nine feet, and even that would have been his floor estimate. Standing at just about 5'7'' himself, the stallion still made Sean look like a child next to his gargantuan, furry frame.

The rest of the ridiculously tall equine was in equal proportion to his height. The bipedal beast wasn't wearing a shirt so Sean was free to stare in awe at his sturdy shoulders, robust arms, and wide chest, all of which – whilst not necessarily muscular to the standards of a bodybuilder – packed considerable mass. Like the horse's gut, they most definitely belonged to a working horse. The same could also be said about the stallion's lower half, which was clad in a pair of jeans that looked big enough to have fit two Seans inside them. The faded denim was stretched taut around the big pair of horse legs it did its utmost to contain. The big, bulky thighs, long, firm calves, and a set of giant hooves almost spelled 'heavy', without forgetting the equine buttocks which – even looking from the front – appeared quite hefty in volume.

A part of Sean sighed with relief. It looked like he hadn't underdressed for the meeting after all. But once again, he found himself doubting the weight of 350 pounds that Tarrus had listed on his profile, for this stallion appeared to be almost double that.

Long threads of a dark tail hung behind the horse's back, matching the charcoal hue of the mane which Sean could see descending down the anthro's neck. The onyx threads appeared slightly greasy, although it could have just been the equine hair's natural shine.

A strong equine odor emanated from the apartment. A thick, musky stallion odor.

“T-Tarrus?" Sean asked nervously, unable to properly meet the piercing gaze of the dark equine eyes.

The horse stared at him for a while, eventually drawing his lips into a strangely unsettling smirk and huffing through his nostrils again.

“You're… A bit smaller than I anticipated… But I suppose you'll do…" The stallion replied in his dark baritone voice which delightfully danced along Sean's spine.

“Y-you're also a bit bigger than I imagined…" Sean replied, giving the towering anthro another, thorough look to see just how gargantuan he was. His heart promptly skipped a beat as Tarrus chuckled, leaning his head down so Sean could see his face from behind the doorframe. The stallion's muzzle was unexpectedly delicate compared to the rest of him being a lot longer and thinner than what Sean had anticipated. That said, the anthro was definitely handsome.

As Sean looked at him, he could also feel Tarrus's stares on his own body. The menacing glare of his dark equine eyes was intense and piercing. After just a few seconds of enduring it, Sean began to grow slightly uncomfortable, feeling like the stallion was stripping him with his gaze. He was sort of flattered that the male equine looked him that way, but still got a tingle of unease running down the back of his neck as the big horse inspected him; assessed him.

“Come inside…" Tarrus eventually said, retreating his muzzle back into the shadow of the doorframe and stepping aside so Sean could enter. Once again the human was surprised at how weighty the big equine's steps felt beneath his sneakers.

Sean hesitated for a few, long seconds but feeling Tarrus' expectant eyes on his body, he eventually stepped over the threshold.

The musky stallion odor grew thicker around Sean as he entered the apartment. Albeit perfectly pleasant and perhaps even a tad exciting on the surface, the sheer volume of the animal odor in the cramped space made it a bit too pervasive for Sean's taste. The fact that it was noticeably warmer inside the apartment didn't help the situation. The atmosphere was comparable to a slightly damp barn, the metal roof of which had been scorched by the sun for a few hours. Just like Sean had judged from the facade of the building, there didn't appear to be any air conditioning in any of the apartments.

Venturing further inside the anthro dwelling, Sean eyes his surroundings with curiosity and a bit of caution. The narrow entrance quickly opened up into a slightly wider space which subsequently branched out into four different rooms; a small kitchen, a small bedroom, a slightly larger living room, and a walk-in closet. Each room appeared cluttered to an extent, which was decently understandable given the overall limited space of the entire apartment. It wasn't messy per se, but it also showed that Tarrus hadn't bothered to clean his place before Sean came over. Or who knows, maybe he had. Not that the small amount of discarded clothes or a few unwashed dishes in the sink particularly bothered the human.

The apartment was surprisingly dark. The only source of natural light appeared to be the narrow window inside the kitchen which had its metallic blinds pulled halfway down. There was a lone bulb hanging from the living room roof without a shade, shedding its dim orange light only to its immediate surroundings; a big leather couch and an old-looking box TV.

All in all, the apartment wasn't much to look at. The gap in wealth between humans and anthros appeared to be more considerable than Sean had thought or would have at least liked to think.

Sean flinched as Tarrus closed the door behind him. He could hear the distinct metallic click of a lock sliding into its slot in the doorframe. The apartment was suddenly much darker, and a few tremors of unease slithered through the young man's legs.

“Into the living room…" Tarrus grumbled, momentarily looming over Sean like a giant, horse-shaped specter. The equine's menacing presence made Sean flinch and he hurried inside the living room. His heart rate rivaled what it had been before he had knocked on Tarrus' door.

Entering the living room, Sean's attention was immediately drawn to a series of posters above the sofa, all of which were at least slightly provocative. The first depicted a shire stallion at least as big as Tarrus flexing his muscular upper body with big bold letters reading “HEAVY" above his head. The second one also depicted a big stallion, this one barely clothed and sitting down on an invisible surface, the words “seat buster" imprinted onto his thigh. The third one appeared to be the same stallion from the second poster, squatting above the viewer with his tail raised. The words “heavy load" curved along the shape of his equine rump. The other three posters were themed similarly to the first ones.

Attempting to move past the couch, Sean nearly tripped on something. A metallic clink echoed around the apartment as the young man frantically flailed his arms, trying to regain his balance to the best of his abilities.

Having restored the equilibrium of his physique, Sean glanced down to see what had caught his foot. What he saw made his stomach sink in a split second.

There were chains in the middle of the living room, between the couch and the TV. Or more precisely, they were shackles. Four of them. Spaced about six feet apart from one another, each chain was tethered to the floorboards with a sturdy metal link, donning an adjustable leather strap at the other end. It was difficult not to think about the intended purpose of such a menacing set of binds. Sean's mind immediately wandered into the first, most obvious usage of such shackles.

With his adrenaline levels at a steep incline, Sean quickly spun around, seeing Tarrus standing in the doorway. The horse's gargantuan frame blocked the only exit from the living room and the intimidating glare in his eyes seemed to have intensified from before. His white equine teeth stood out in the dim lighting of the room as he smiled.

Sean trembled as the horse took a step closer to him, blowing air through his nostrils in a very equine manner and inspecting the smaller human who had unsuspectingly wandered into his den. Although horses were herbivores, Sean wouldn't have described the equine's appearance as anything other than that of a predator. And he was his prey.

After a tense, near-everlasting silence, the stallion eventually opened his muzzle.

“Strip."

The singular word was spoken calmly but with some heavy authority. It was a command, not a request. Hearing it brought Sean to shivers. A particularly nasty glare from the big horse told Sean he was not going to be asked again.

Although the thought of being bound and fully at the giant stallion's whims scared Sean, it scared him even more to refuse Tarrus. He also had a feeling that an anthro as big as Tarrus would not take a 'no' for an answer, even if he'd had the courage to utter it. Sean began to remove his clothes with trembling hands while the stallion watched him.

Slowly, Sean revealed more and more of his delicate body, which was definitely on the lighter side even among humans. He removed his thin hoodie and simple t-shirt to expose a pair of slim arms, delicate shoulders, and a slender torso, all equally lacking in muscle as well as overall mass. After having some trouble unbuckling his belt with his shaky fingers, Sean also eventually lost his jeans, revealing his legs to be not much different from what one could already assume by his upper half. It was more than apparent that the young man did not weigh much more than 170 pounds.

Sean could have sworn that the cloud of stallion musk around him thickened while Tarrus watched him undress. Strangely enough, the hefty equine's attention seemed to mostly be focused on his limbs and lower back throughout it all. This did not change even after Sean nervously took off his underwear.

“A body that small is just asking to get flattened…"

Sean flinched, not having quite heard what the horse had muttered under his breath. His heart was beating so loud he could barely hear anything else.

“I think you know what to do next…" Tarrus huffed, taking one step closer to Sean, his cupboard-like frame now casting a big shadow onto the naked human. Without really even thinking about it, Sean got down on all fours. Right in between the four chains lying on the floor.

“Good boy…"

Once again, there was something in the stallion's pronunciation that made Sean shudder.

Having stared at the submitting human on the floor to his liking, the brown-coated stallion sluggishly kneeled and began working the leather straps on the shackles. Sean could feel the anthro's warm breath against his thigh as his right ankle was promptly tethered to the chain. His slender human leg felt fragile and small in the bigger creature's rugged hands as Tarrus held him in place until the leather strap was secured by a brass buckle. Sean's left ankle was also tethered in the same manner.

The difference in size between the two was on full display yet again as Tarrus slowly moved over to bind Sean's wrists, running his massive equine hand along the human's delicate back, feeling up the soft muscles present below the skin with his imposing fingers. Tarrus' hands were big enough for his fingers to touch one another, were he to place them on opposite sides of Sean's waist.

Sean shuddered and tried not to look at the thick arms and brown muzzle menacingly looming in the corner of his view as the horse promptly fastened the second pair of leather straps around his wrists. He was scared, but some perverted part of him found the stallion's silent, dominating behavior strangely arousing. The same went for the stallion's odor, which wafted off his fur in excess.

Tarrus snorted as he finished, standing up to admire his prey who was securely tethered to the floor of his apartment. Sean swallowed and carefully tugged at the chains. They seemed to give his limbs some freedom to move, but as a whole, he could not move his body more than one or two feet to any side.

“I suppose you think you know what we'll be doing next…"

Sean could hear Tarrus' low voice from behind him. Being bound in a compromising position in front of a male anthro, Sean did have a good guess. But he kept it to himself, afraid to answer.

“Unfortunately, I'm not going to make it that easy for you."

The ominous words were followed by the equally ominous sounds of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper being pulled down. Sean swallowed and stared at the dim reflection in the black TV screen which showed Tarrus digging out an absolutely massive pair of horse testes out of his jeans. He could hear them thudding against the horse's thigh as he let them fall out of his fly. That's how big and heavy they were.

A strange, stuffy odor quickly flooded the entire living room. It was the musky, pungent aroma of stallion ball sweat. The strong scent of equine virility made Sean dizzy as soon as he inhaled it.

“Fuck… My nuts and ass keep getting toasted in these lousy human pants." Tarrus grumbled, pulling the tight jeans down to his hooves and kicking the bundled-up denim away. “At least wearing them allows me to brew my stank a little… Keeps all the sweat packed against my fur…"

Another wave of stallion musk promptly slammed itself up Sean's nostrils. He'd had no idea an anthro animal's sweat could possess such a strong aroma. The sharper scent of the stallion's scrotum and the heavier odor of his fur created a near-lethal miasma as they mixed together; a miasma that was extremely keen to assault the bound human's sense of smell.

Already sort of struggling to breathe, Sean gasped involuntarily, getting spooked by Tarrus who promptly walked in front of him in two steps. Coughing from inhaling an excess of the stallion's scent, Sean raised his gaze. From staring at a hefty pair of hooves, he moved up to a robust set of equine calves bigger than his own thighs and almost as long as his arms. The calves subsequently extended into a pair of thick, strong-looking stallion haunches that looked like they weighed at least seventy pounds each. They were just the right combination of robust muscle and soft fat, appearing full and meaty from almost every angle.

Before Sean was able to elevate his line of sight any higher, Tarrus abruptly squatted down, starting to rummage through an old cardboard box next to the TV. The stallion's giant equine ass hovered a mere foot away from Sean's face. It was big, it was round, and it looked like it packed enough mass to flatten him into a pancake were the horse to lose his balance and fall backwards from his current position. The equine rump's musk delivered another, swift blow to the human's sense of smell.

Tarrus snorted and lashed his tail up and down, either by accident or intentionally swatting Sean in the face.

“Hmmm… I think this is a good one to get things started." The anthro eventually grumbled, pulling out a black VHS cassette from the cardboard box.

Confused, Sean watched as the horse stood up in front of him, poking at the big round button at the bottom of the TV. The previously dark screen suddenly lit up with a bright image of static and the air around the old television began silently crackling with electrical tension. There was another click from a button press, and Sean recognized the quiet whirring of a VHS player. A few seconds later, he could hear Tarrus pushing in the cassette.

The stallion pushed two more buttons on the TV to change the input, after which the image of static vanished from the screen and was promptly replaced by a slightly blurry video feed. Sean could also hear voices, but the sound was too distorted for him to hear what was said.

Tarrus gave the VHS player and TV a firm tap with his fist, managing to enhance the quality of the image as well as the soundtrack with the tried and true method even Sean could remember from his childhood.

“This… Is what we will be doing today."

Sean blinked as Tarrus backed off from in front of the TV, trying to focus his gaze on the colorful screen. It took his agitated mind a few seconds to process what exactly he was looking at. The eventual realization left him stunned and in shock.

On the TV played footage of a man about the same age and physique as Sean. The man was naked and down on all fours just like Sean. His eyes were covered with a blindfold and there was a simple choker wrapped around his neck. On the man's back, sat a big, grown male lion, his furry legs astride the smaller human. The anthro feline, the auburn shade of whose mane almost matched the hair of the man underneath him, held a short leash in his paws, sitting on his blindfolded seat with perfect posture as if he was riding the young human. The lion's genitals, including a meaty, spined erection were in full view of the camera.

Although the lion wasn't nearly as big as Tarrus, Sean could only imagine the kind of strain the big feline's furry body must have put on the man's lower back. He could see the man's arms and legs trembling, and judging by how messy his short hair appeared, it was safe to say he must have been sweating quite a bit.

“Come on! Take him for a ride!" Said a voice from somewhere behind the camera.

The big lion flashed a devious grin and lifted his paws off the floor, causing the human's body to take a noticeable dip as he put his full weight on his inadequate mount. The man groaned, his arms shaking twice as much as they had earlier. The lion promptly tugged on the leash and nudged his body forward, giving the man the signal to move. Sean felt a mixture of confusion and horror as he watched the other human crawl forward with slow, shaky steps with the big lion casually wobbling on his back.

“Fuck yeah…" The camera momentarily panned to the left, showing another big lion who was happily jerking off, watching his fellow feline ride the smaller human.

Sean didn't quite know how to react to what he was seeing. He knew that the footage playing was without a doubt porn, but it was unlike anything he had ever seen before. To begin with, anthro on human porn was almost non-existent, even on the internet, and those in possession of it were usually extremely reluctant to share their treasures. Most of it was pretty underground stuff. Therefore, simply seeing it was shocking to a degree. Not to mention that the theme of this particular flick appeared to be niche if not extreme, and the consent of all participants dubious at best.

After a while of pathetically crawling forward under th big lion's weight, the man on the TV nearly stumbled, only barely managing to keep himself on all fours as the feline radically shifted forward on his back due to the jerky movement.

“Careful now… Let's not finish things just yet…" Someone muttered behind the camera as the man painstakingly pushed himself back up while the lion on his back masturbated enthusiastically.

The second lion soon appeared on the screen. His barbed feline dick drooled precum as he slowly walked in front of the leashed man. Once there, he kneeled down and poked his cock against the human's lips, prompting the unfortunate mount for felines to flinch, nearly causing him to lose balance once again.

“Open wide…" The lion groaned, uncourteously shoving his big cat dick inside the man's mouth and starting to hump his face. “You better not collapse until I've unloaded a few litters inside your throat."

Watching the strange porn unblinkingly, Sean suddenly heard something drop nearby. Glancing to his right he could see a big, mottled horse dick hanging out from Tarrus' sheath. It was as huge as its owner. Even as it was yet to fully tauten, the definitions of multiple thick veins were well present on its surface.

“Fuck yeah… That's the only thing humans are good for." Tarrus snorted, watching as the big lion lazily shifted his weight on top of the small human, jerking off for the camera. “We'll see if you'll make as good of a mount as him."

Suddenly, Sean felt extremely worried about his back. There was no way his spine could take a horse – not to mention a stallion as colossal as Tarrus – sitting on it for even a few minutes. His muscles cramped from the thought of it.

As if sensing Sean's rising anxiety, the brown stallion began raising his left hoof. Sean was still staring at the scandalous scene on the TV when Tarrus deftly swung his left leg over his back, slamming his hoof down against the floor with enough force to make the entire living room tremble. Panic wrenched the young man's guts as the giant anthro stood over him, his big, ominous presence hanging over him like a thick blanket. Even Tarrus' shadow felt heavy.

Sean's panic deepened as the heavily breathing horse bent his knees and lowered his big rump closer to his back. Tarrus' half-limp horsecock and bulging stallion balls made contact with Sean's skin, their warmth, size, and weight all surprising the man, but not in a good way. His mind was working overtime, trying to figure out how he could somehow escape the situation. But as hard as he tried, he couldn't think of anything.

Seconds dragged on as Tarrus waited, most likely enjoying his human mount's premature anguish. His equine genitals throbbed restlessly.

Then suddenly and without further warning, the 500-pound horse sat down.

A mixture of a groan and a whimper escaped Sean's mouth as the man-flattening weight of Tarrus' body was placed on top of his poor spine. The sweaty stallion ass pressed up against him, spilling out on both sides of his slender back, gravity dragging the equine fat and muscle wherever it desired. Sean could almost feel his vertebrae cracking as Tarrus sunk onto the ever-deepening curve of his lower back, pushing his body down toward the floor like a sack of lead anvils.

Sean's arms and legs trembled like twigs in a storm. His loins and back ached from the unnatural weight deforming their desired shape. His whole body became flushed with warmth and he began to sweat as nearly every single muscle in his delicate frame screamed out in protest.

Sean was certain his body would give in immediately. However, being placed under so much weight engaged some strange survival reflex, and his body was suddenly shot full of adrenaline, helping him maintain his position despite the added mass of over five hundred pounds pressing him down. But the fact that he didn't instantly collapse underneath the gravity of Tarrus' furry frame didn't mean he was particularly comfortable being used as a seat by the heavy anthro. Sean panted and groaned as the temporary strength he'd gained was rapidly getting drained from his inferior human muscles.

“Look at that… It appears you had some fight in you after all. But then again, they all do initially." Tarrus chuckled, shifting his enormous weight from left to right, trying to get as comfortable as he could on his anthropomorphic mount. Sean groaned, feeling his spine creaking at the whims of the stallion's sweaty rump. It was surprisingly difficult to breathe when being sat on by someone heavy.

“How does it feel?" Tarrus asked. His voice was cold and vindictive. “It's no treat living one's life underneath somebody else's weight, is it? I know it sure as hell wasn't for my ancestors…"

The stallion huffed aggressively and nudged himself forward, more towards the middle of Sean's aching back. Tarrus' cock poked at the back of his head.

“You humans… Just because your kind developed a bit earlier than ours you think you're entitled to rule over everyone else. To use them as you see fit… For transportation… For entertainment… For carrying your useless asses around for centuries upon centuries."

Sean was rapidly running out of strength as the stallion casually shifted his weight on his back, punctuating each sentence by moving his ass around on top of his shackled mount. Sean could feel his spine bending and ribs creaking from the monstrous load wobbling about on top of him.

“That's why… I think it's high time to remind you humans how inferior to us animals you truly are."

Tarrus grabbed his half-flaccid foal hose and casually tossed it on top of Sean's head. The still-flexible tube of equine fuckmeat lazily flopped over Sean's dark hair, being just long enough for him to see its wide, blunt tip as it hung an inch in front of his eyebrows.

The limp horsecock weighed down his head like a bag of sand. He could smell a raunchy odor drifting from the stallion's urethra.

“I figured… I'd use you for restitution… Treat you the same way your ancestors treated my ancestors. Although you are weak and even barely capable of fulfilling a purpose as simple as being sat on by someone superior…" Tarrus groaned, gently rubbing his dick while looking at the porn playing on the TV. “It gets me rock-fucking hard to see puny, pathetic humans such as yourself used as mounts by bigger, stronger anthros… Nothing brings me more satisfaction than watching your kind crumble and collapse under our bigger bodies.

Already teetering on the edge of giving in under the stallion's weight, Sean also glanced at the television. Now, in addition to being mouthfucked by one lion and being sat on by another, the man was also getting his ass railed by a third lion. The spit-roasting felines worked in unison, using their hips to sway the man back and forth while the third male casually wobbled on the human's back, his prickly cat dick throbbing on the verge of a climax without him even touching it. The bend being applied to the man's back appeared both unnatural and unhealthy.

“Fuck that's hot…"

Sean watched as the tip of the long stallion dick began to twitch and slowly disappeared from his view as the mottled breeding baton gradually tautened to match Tarrus' arousal. The lewd aroma of a rutting stallion spread across the living room.

“You should be glad… I've decided to go easy on you and give you some time to warm up before all the fun stuff." The big horse groaned starting to stroke his rapidly developing erection. “Just stand still while I rub one out. But don't you dare fall before I finish… If you do, there will be punishment."

The only thing Sean could respond with was an exhausted whimper. He knew for certain he wasn't going to last more than a dozen seconds under Tarrus' enormous load, but the anthro's threatening words about being punished somehow gave him a few extra ounces of strength to endure. As difficult as it was, he tried to focus on his breathing and being as still as possible to not disturb the delicate equilibrium the giant horse ass had finally achieved on top of his poor spine.

Unfortunately, Tarrus wasn't at all keen to remain in one place.

“Mhhh~ Fuck…" The stallion groaned, sliding his hand up and down his long shaft with enough vigor to gently shake his lower body. Soon enough he snorted, tilting his torso backwards so that he slipped back into the unhealthy curve of Sean's lower back. Said maneuver was a great cause of discomfort for the young human's spine and eventually culminated in a sharp jolt of pain somewhere inside his hips.

Sean moaned and nudged a few inches lower, trying in vain to fight the massive gravity that was compelling his body to meet the floor. His knees ached and his arms protested vehemently. His musculature desperately begged for relief, which it eventually got as Sean ended up collapsing underneath the unbearable weight of the brown stallion's carcass.

His arms and legs fell limp, and the middle of his body was uncourteously squashed between the floor and Tarrus' rear end. There was a moderately loud thump and small clouds of dust were blown up from the floor. Sean didn't know if the creaking he heard came from his body or the planks of the living room floor. He was completely exhausted.

“Hmmm…? Did you not hear the punishment part? Or did you perhaps want to be punished?" Tarrus asked condescendingly, giving his equine member a few hasty strokes as he shook his big backside on top of Sean.

Unprecedented bliss washed over Sean as the stallion eventually stood up, granting the drained man's body some much-needed rest. His muscles stopped screaming and his spine straightened itself out, at least to some extent. Simply existing without having to support a grown equine's weight on his back felt nothing short of divine.

Sean's bliss was, however, painfully short in duration. Not twenty seconds after his body had become unburdened, he felt something heavy pressing up against his skin from above. That something was Tarrus' hoof. And the stallion was putting quite a bit of weight onto it.

“What… Will I do… With you…" He muttered menacingly, standing over Sean with his hefty horsecock casting a long shadow on top of his collapsed mount. Sean attempted to struggle against the pressure being put on him, his feeble attempt being literally squished by the stallion, who was easily able to subdue the human under his hoof.

“Now to think of a proper punishment for a collapsed mount…" Tarrus pondered out loud, slowly increasing the weight he put on his foot and subsequently Sean. “As I understood the humans were, and are quite fond of using the lash if an animal doesn't do their bidding… I should have one of those riding crops around here somewhere. If it was good enough for your ancestors to punish my ancestors with, it should be good enough to motivate you to stand up again."

The mention of the lash prompted Sean to struggle with a bit more vigor. This time he managed to raise his torso a few inches off the floor, before being uncourteously stomped back down by Tarrus, who moved his hoof slightly below Sean's shoulder blades. He was obviously enjoying the human's vain struggle.

“But on the other hand… I do reckon the lash to be a better motivator when the mount is truly tired. You merely gave up because you lacked the mental fortitude to keep standing."

Sean felt the pressure from Tarrus' hoof mounting up against his body, a good half of the stallion's mass getting pinpointed to a small area on his upper back. He was starting to fear for the integrity of his spine as the horse showed no signs of relenting his trampling.

“Perhaps I should also put my other hoof on your back while I continued thinking of a good punishment for a lazy mount..."

The thought of the equine anthro full-on standing on top of him sent shivers of fright and panic all over Sean's body. No matter how one looked at it, that would be the swiftest, surefire way to early adulthood scoliosis. That was if Sean hadn't already developed at least a few spinal deformations from all the abuse he had taken so far.

He pushed up once more but did not get anywhere thanks to Tarrus' trampling. Fighting exhaustion, he pushed up again, this time elevating himself a few inches until the brown stallion stomped him down with gravity. His next few attempts were similar in effort and success. Tarrus sadistically gave him a bit of hope by easing off the weight he put on his hoof every time Sean pushed up, taking great enjoyment in forcing the human back against the floor with his superior mass time and time again.

But ultimately, the stallion did allow Sean to get back onto all fours. And by then, Sean was more tired than he had been upon collapsing in the first place.

“Very good." Tarrus chuckled, staring down at the trembling man between his legs.

A very loud roar from the television promptly drew both the man and horse's attention to porn which had been playing in the background. On the screen, the lion humping the young man's mouth flashed his shiny predator teeth while his hips twitched conspicuously. Although the audio of this particular flick wasn't the most crisp, one could still hear the man swallow frantically. The lion behind the man wore a lusty, dazed expression on his muzzle, continuing to move his furry loins even as one could see his seed leaking down the human's trembling legs. The biggest lion on the human's back roared and unleashed a messy load of lion jizz onto the human's hair, neck, and upper back.

Sean and Tarrus both stared silently as the man on the screen collapsed, leaking lion seed from both ends while the biggest feline comfortably sat on top of him. Without missing a beat, the two other lions quickly joined their maned comrade on top of the human, sitting down in a neat row with the exhausted man as their cushion. Each of them soon began grinding their rumps against the man and stroking their spined erections, showing off some of that lion bedroom stamina that was well-known even among humans.

Sean could both see and hear the throb performed by Tarrus' colt cannon. A glimmering rope of horse pre landed partially onto his shoulder.

“Let me switch the tape…" Tarrus grumbled, taking a few steps forward and crouching in front of the cardboard box again. Sean was able to feast his eyes on the equine's big, meaty buttocks which were undoubtedly going to end up on his back sooner rather than later.

“Hmmm~ Here's another good one."

Sean tried to gather his strength while the stallion switched the tapes in the VHS player. The TV screen soon lit up again, playing more porn of humans being used as mounts by big anthros.

This time there were two humans – both men slightly older and more built than Sean – with dark bridles in their mouths, being ridden by a bear and a bull. The bovine with intimidatingly large horns was at least as tall as Tarrus and was insanely muscular, each inch of his body rippling with strength. The bear was slightly on the fatter side, having a proper gut and a more meaty frame overall. Both anthros were grinning from ear to ear as they ushered the men to crawl beneath their weight, their erect cocks swaying from side to side as their mounts begrudgingly waddled forward. The video had a more homemade feel to its set and shooting compared to the first flick.

“What a weak, pathetic creature! Can't even carry a six-hundred-pound bear without moaning like a bitch!"

“Come on! Move faster, you runt! I thought you humans were supposed to be superior! You ought to be capable of squeezing a little more effort into carrying us inferior beings!"

The two males on the screen tugged on their reins, hurling insults at the two men who meekly obeyed the bigger anthros despite their apparent exhaustion.

“Take notes! These two manage to carry their masters around for almost twenty minutes before they collapse." Tarrus chuckled, stepping over Sean and lowering his rump without hesitation.

Sean groaned and whimpered as the fat horse haunches got slammed onto his back once again. His skeleton and musculature voiced groans of their own, vocally protesting being put under such a tremendous load with barely any rest.

“Now then…" Tarrus murmured, meticulously adjusting the position of his buttocks like he had done when he had first sat down on Sean. “Where was I?"

The odor of pent-up arousal wafted far and wide from Tarrus' equine genitals as he resumed beating his meat to the raunchy footage playing on the small TV. The strangely sharp aroma tingled in Sean's nostrils as he did his best to endure all the small movements made by the masturbating stallion. His palms, wrists, and shoulders were already aching from the strain they had suffered earlier, and now the dull, throbbing pain slowly spread throughout the rest of his body. His heart, lungs, and muscles were all working overtime despite their wishes, stubbornly forced to withstand the mass of a heavy horse by Sean's mind, which was already afraid of the stallion's next punishment.

Trying to ignore the unpleasant stings all over his musculature, Sean directed his gaze at the television, which could as well have been a mirror. The bear and bull were still riding the two unfortunate men, muttering condescending comments and insults to their mounts while jerking off, threatening them with punishment if they fell. The bridled humans were both starting to look tired and the same could also be inferred from their heaving chests and shaky arms. The steps they took were slow and wobbly.

Suddenly the image on the TV became distorted and abruptly jumped to depict an entirely different scene with different participants. Now it displayed something even more bizarre.

There were around a dozen anthro stallions of varying sizes – almost all on the bigger side of the spectrum – inside a relatively cramped locker room. Some of them were standing up on their own two feet, some were sitting down on top of blindfolded and gagged humans. All horses were naked and masturbating.

In the middle of the shot, there was an almost sickly thin man, bound to a wooden bench. Unlike the others, he was only blindfolded. His gag was a giant equine ass, possessed by an equally giant, black stallion who periodically sat on the man's face, snorting excitedly each time the human's small head got buried between his rump mounds. The dark stallion had the biggest cock of all the horses in the video, and he was also rock-hard and flaring despite not even touching his behemoth of a member.

“Oh… Right… I taped over that one…" Tarrus muttered, slightly increasing the tempo at which he pumped his arm. “No matter. This one is also one of my favorites…"

Watching close-ups of all the erect, flaring horsecocks being jerked off on screen and the black stallion sitting on the man's face made Sean momentarily forget about his own situation. Witnessing something as kinky as that completely stunned him; be that for better or worse. On one hand, his aching muscles didn't bother him as much. But at the same time, he allowed his focus to slip away from maintaining his position. And as soon as he stopped concentrating on his pose, his arms gave in.

Sean nearly avoided the fall, summoning strength from his panic reserves to stop his downward trajectory. But when the strength arrived, it was already too late and he was overwhelmed by Tarrus' mass. He only managed to break his fall a little bit.

“Whoops!" Tarrus chuckled as Sean was flattened between his butt and the floor, the resulting thump being a bit quieter this time around.

“Couldn't wait to try what you saw?" The horse asked, grinding his rump against Sean for good measure. “Too bad… I was just getting close. But I guess you wanted to be punished."

Momentary euphoria filled Sean's entire system as the stallion promptly stood up, granting him a short respite once more. A wave of relaxation washed over his body, his abused carcass seeking to mend itself to the best it could before the inevitable continuation of the pony play. Sean was so tired he could barely move a muscle.

He lay limp as Tarrus grabbed him by the shoulders, carefully turning him on his back. The shackles around his wrists pulled his arms across one another, further restricting the movement of his hands. The chains by his feet were a bit longer and allowed his body to turn without any greater resistance.

With his hands tightly bound above his head, Sean was soon looking up at Tarrus' equine crotch; the pair of veiny breeding boulders and thirty-inch shaft with a wide, throbbing tip. He could see the stallion's mean eyes peering at him from behind the silhouette of the giant horsecock.

“This is what you wanted, right?" Tarrus chuckled, grabbing his balls and dropping into a squat directly over Sean's face. Sean flinched as the meaty animal posterior stopped only a few inches away from his head. Looking at it up close, it was even bigger than it had felt on his back.

The stallion let go of his scrotum, allowing his fat anthro nuts to slap down onto Sean's forehead, from where they quickly slipped down over his eyes.

“You got jealous of that friend of yours on the television. You wanted to use your face as a cushion for a big fat horse ass. Breathing in its stank… Struggling under its weight… Hoping to get your skull crushed by all this meat? Was that what you wanted?"

Sean didn't reply and Tarrus didn't expect him to. A few seconds later, his face was buried under hundreds of pounds of equine ass. The last thing he heard was an excited whinny. The last thing he saw, was Tarrus' dark tailhole.

As before, Sean's first instinct was to panic and struggle, as vain as he knew that to be. He tried engaging the muscles on his neck, shoulders, and chest to attempt to ease the gargantuan load that was weighing him down from the chest up. He groaned and jerked his body around, never managing more than one or two inches of movement each way before his path was blocked by firm, equine seat meat.

It was dark. It was hot. It was heavy.

Tarrus responded to his struggle by gently bouncing himself up and down on top of Sean's face, bringing his sweaty stallion tailhole closer and closer to an intimate kiss with either Sean's nose or lips. Sean could feel his skull being compressed uncomfortably with each

undulation.

The humid air – packed to the brim with the scent of a stallion – was difficult, it not straight impossible to derive any oxygen from, making Sean's breathing increasingly difficult the longer he struggled. He began to get dizzy not even a minute in of having his face used as an ass-cushion by the large anthro. He could feel his strength waning as his muscles received no oxygen to work with, experiencing a few fits of panic as the fate of suffocating underneath stallion butt started looking dangerously probable.

Just as he thought he was going to pass out, Tarrus raised his haunches. Fresh – well, fresher – air flowed into Sean's lungs and the worst of his mortal panic passed in the next couple of seconds. For a brief, ten-second window, everything was fine once more. Until it wasn't.

Sean was mid-inhalation as the big horse decided to drop his ass again, causing the human to inhale his pungent anthro odor for half of his last breath. Sean coughed and struggled as the crushing weight returned to torment his poor skull, shoulders, and collarbones. He wanted to kick but didn't have the strength to.

After spending another however-long time getting his head ground to the floor by huge horse buttocks, Sean was eventually allowed to breathe again as Tarrus pushed himself up. The aroused stallion snorted and shook his head, a long, juicy rope of horse-pre dangling from his flared fucktool.

“Nearly blasted my foals all over the TV…" He chuckled, massaging his balls with one hand while his shaft throbbed desperately. “But we don't want the fun to end yet, do we?"

Sean was rolled back over onto his stomach, after which he slowly, painfully got back onto all fours. He was barely aware of his surroundings as he watched the vague shape of Tarrus' rear end hovering in front of him while the horse dug out another tape from his cardboard treasure trove. Glancing around his furry flank, Sean could see the blurry outcome of the third porn flick.

Each of the dozen stallions had blown their enormous equine loads onto the man strapped to the bench, whose slender body was entirely caked in horse semen except for his head. The big black stallion had changed positions and was currently jerking off, his giant flaring penis pointed vertically down at the man's gasping mouth with a whole river of pre already leaking down into it.

The swollen anthro member twitched and promptly exploded into the bound human's mouth. The thick, continuous stream of stallion jizz filled his mouth up in a split second, causing the liquid foals to overflow in a small tidal wave of equine potency. And the camera caught all of the juiciest angles of the incredible cum-flood.

Sean could hear the man gurgle helplessly before the image was reduced to a small white dot in the middle of the TV screen. Tarrus was switching the tapes.

The image of the wildly erupting horsecock remained in Sean's mind even after the new footage had already begun to play.

This time, there were only three “actors" on screen. One human man and two big, dark jaguars. The set was a lot simpler compared to the previous locker room one, consisting only of a large, crimson backdrop which also served as the vibrant floor beneath everyone's paws. The choice of color made the onyx fur of the jaguars stand out magnificently.

The pair of felines – each somewhere in the range of seven to eight feet in height, and 300 to 400 pounds in weight – both sat on the man's back, facing each other and kissing with blazing passion. The man enduring the weight of their bodies was fully nude except for a few accessories, all of which were more or less kinky. His mouth was muzzled with a shiny cage and he had a robust, spiked collar wrapped around his skinny neck. His dark hair had been styled to make it look like he had animal ears, and his left thigh had been decorated with big dark paw prints, which appeared to be temporary. There was a long, lush tail hanging from his bare rump.

Disregarding the obvious pornographic elements on display, the video was… Strange. Or at least vastly different than the previous three, despite featuring pretty much the same theme of a human being used as a mount by big anthros. The video felt somehow overproduced and had a strangely sensual feel to everything it depicted on screen, whether that be slow-motion close-ups of the big jaguars making out or the slow panning shots of their big asses weighing down the human's inadequately small back. And to top it all off, there was a weirdly soothing soundtrack playing in the background. Sean could have sworn he could have heard something being whispered amidst the calming music, but he never quite caught what it was. For some unknown reason, he found the footage oddly compelling

Sean was so bewildered by the sudden shift in tone between the two porn flicks that he barely even noticed Tarrus' hands until they were already strapping something around his face. Not that he would have had any spare energy to fight back regardless.

Before Sean realized it, he had been put in a bridle. Dark leather squeezed the skin on the sides of his face and he could taste the brass from the bit that was now lodged in his mouth.

“There you go! You're looking much more like a mount already!" Tarrus chuckled, tugging on the reins to see if the bridles fulfilled their intended purpose. Sean shook and wobbled as his head was being yanked from side to side.

“Let us continue."

Sean braced his sore muscles the best he could as the stallion swung his leg over him. Painful spasms erupted all over his body before the heavy horse haunches had even fully descended on him.

Tarrus whinnied and Sean groaned. The stallion got comfortable on his small seat with a few wiggles of his giant rump which caused major discomfort for the human enduring its weight. Pain jolted from limb to limb in Sean's body, expediting his heartbeat and stealing his breath with brutal efficiency. The big stallion began to masturbate yet again, holding the reins so that Sean was forced to look at the TV.

The next, however-many minutes passed in a stallion-scented daze of discomfort. Sean struggled under the 500-pound anthro, tiptoeing on the shimmering edge of his endurance, panting and sweating like a mule while the stallion jerked off his gargantuan flare. Sean's arms and legs went numb after the first few minutes leaving him balancing himself on unfeeling stubs of what used to be his healthy, feeling limbs. It was difficult, but he somehow managed. Mostly thanks to distracting himself with the strange, captivating porn playing in front of him.

The man and two jaguars on the screen were eventually replaced by another man and a big, mean-looking wolf. The tall canine sat on his mount with an immaculate posture, holding onto the short leash that was attached to a shiny collar on his mount's neck. A big, fat doggy dick throbbed right in front of his abdomen, taut and swollen with blood despite no apparent stimulation. The slow close-up shots of it pulsating along the wolf's heartbeat made Sean shudder. The knot was nearly the size of a human's head.

The man underneath the wolf was again muzzled and had a tail-adorned butt plug stuck in his sphincter as shown by a range of teasing shots from multiple angles. His back was bent from the wolf's weight, but aside from that he appeared to be fine, perhaps even enthusiastic about his role. He held his head high and looked straight onwards, much like his rider. The man even had a wholehearted erection, as revealed by one of the panning shots of his lower body.

The miscellaneous sounds of Tarrus jerking his stallion tool and grunting with lust obscured the contents of the sensual whispers, which Sean swore had gotten louder with the change of actors. His body was still aching all over and he had to exhaust his mental fortitude to keep himself on all fours so he paid the bizarre soundtrack no further mind.

After a while, the actors changed again. The screen grew dark, and when it lit up again, the crimson set was populated by three men and a stallion. All three humans were bridled much like Sean and wore dark leather blinkers that mostly obscured their eyes. Otherwise, they were all naked.

But Sean barely paid attention to three men on screen, as his attention was almost entirely captured by the gorgeous and extravagant stallion who accompanied them.

The male horse had a smooth chestnut coat which had clearly been brushed and trimmed on the regular. His mane was surprisingly long and fully blonde, which made its luscious threads stand out against the crimson background. His tail, which was of a similar, golden hue was braided and folded neatly. The stallion possessed a surprisingly delicate upper body, not having too much muscle anywhere and overall being quite lean when it came to the usual reserves of fat on an anthropomorphic animal.

His lower half was almost the complete opposite. He had a big, round ass with perfectly symmetrical cheeks, complemented by plump thighs and strong calves which were as long as they were striking. His legs must have been at least five feet long. The stunning poles of equine meat appeared even more magnificent as they were wrapped in long latex sleeves which crept almost all the way up to the tall horse's shapely buttocks.

Sean also noticed that the horse was wearing thick, shiny, dark horseshoes which added at least three inches of height to the monstrously tall animal. In his right hand, the stallion held a riding crop.

The camera panned in front of the stallion's face. The handsome horse cast a proud, condescending look directly at the viewer. Directly at Sean.

The stallion struck his own thigh with the riding crop, the voice of violent leather-on-latex impact seemingly echoing around Tarrus' whole apartment. On the screen, all three men threw themselves onto the floor, assuming the position that Sean had already seen and experienced plenty of during his 'date'.

“Pay attention… You're about to see something magnificent…" Tarrus groaned, starting to stroke his cock with both hands.

Sean watched as the chestnut horse slowly walked next to the three prostrating men, dragging his crop across all their backs, inducing shivers in each of them. The gold-maned equine eventually seated himself on top of one of the three potential mounts. And as soon as he did, a big, floppy horsecock spilled out of his caramel sheath. The closeup shot was nothing short of breathtaking.

The stallion remained seated on top of the man, giving him a couple of firm spanks with his riding crop, all of which greatly invigorated his member. There were multiple shots of him staring into the camera preceding slow-motion closeups of his crop striking the submitting human. And naturally, there was a lot of horse ass present in nearly every shot.

The tall horse continued to ride and spank all three men in varying amounts, eventually moving over to lounging on all of their backs at the same time, either showing off his magnificent legs or long, throbbing horse erection. He was using the humans almost like furniture; nothing but props for his sensual photoshoot. He was big, confident, and incredibly sexy. It was difficult not to look at the stallion.

And throughout it all, Sean kept hearing the strange whispers.

At one point, the chestnut stallion casually swung his left leg elegantly folded over his right knee, lounging in an erotic, yet casual pose on top of his human props while gazing into the camera with seductive eyes. Sean promptly felt Tarrus' pre dripping down onto his shoulder. Some of it even grazed his ear.

“Oh FUCK YEAH!" Tarrus whinnied, mimicking the latex-legged horse on the TV screen. He folded his legs in a similar manner. A sharp pain bit Sean in his left shoulder as the equilibrium of the equine mass abruptly changed on top of him.

“I'm so fucking close…" Tarrus huffed through grit teeth, masturbating furiously while almost all of the copious pre that oozed out of his stallionhood drooled down on top of Sean's head. The warm, syrupy liquid splattered onto Sean's dark hair, its lewd odor drowning out nearly every other scent within the vicinity. Splash after splash it rained down on him, its volume seemingly increasing with each pump of Tarrus' hand.

But Sean was too exhausted to care. He was much too worried about the endurance of his muscles than he was about receiving a shower of stallion pre.

“Fuuuck… I wonder where I should blow this load…" Tarrus pondered out loud, careening from side to side whilst thrusting into the grip of his own hand.

Tarrus' ominous words hanging in the air, Sean's mind promptly returned to the shocking shot of the dark stallion drowning his human bench in a fat load of liquid foals. He could still picture the giant horsecock flaring and the subsequent overflow of seed from the man's mouth.

Losing focus for one split second thinking about it caused Sean's muscles to resign themselves from active duty. He barely even felt any pain in his arms and legs, they simply gave in. There was another loud thump as Sean's torso met the floor of Tarrus' living room for the third time. It was nothing short of a miracle that he didn't break any ribs or vertebrae, slamming down with palpably more force than the previous times he had been squashed under the heavy stallion's ample behind.

Sean was dizzy and slightly nauseous, not having the energy to even whimper as he collapsed under the anthro horse.

“Haah~ So weak…" Tarrus sighed, standing up with surprising haste.

Sean remained completely limp as the big horse once again flipped him over onto his back. He experienced a particularly strong, fear-inducing case of deja vu as he stared up into the bipedal equine's groin, the imposing silhouettes of Tarrus' swollen cock, throbbing balls, and fat rump all looming over him menacingly. A long string of pre dangled down from the stallion's flare.

Sean saw the horse flash a condescending smirk down at him before the anthro eventually dropped his haunches.

A weak cough escaped his mouth as Tarrus' behind slammed down on his chest, squeezing out the little air the abused man had left in his lungs. Before Sean could even start gasping for air, the seated stallion had already shoved his massive equine nuts onto his face. They were heavy in both mass and odor. Odor which Sean was forced to inhale by the bucket into his painfully compressed lungs.

“So fucking weak…" Tarrus groaned, gyrating and bouncing his heavy rear end on top of Sean's bare chest. “To think someone like you represents the superior species…"

Sean's ribs creaked and the muscles of his torso spasmed as the stallion sat on his chest, kneading his delicate human body like dough with his humongous ass. He could see nothing aside from Tarrus' stud testes and intensely throbbing breeder shaft, the lengthy underside of which trickled with the same liquid staining Sean's hair. He was exhausted to the point of passing out, but the constant movement of Tarrus' buttocks and the raunchy smell of his near-orgasm stallion junk somehow kept him awake to endure the persisting agony of being trapped under half a thousand pounds of full horse.

“Yeah… None of you humans are fit for anything but seats and ball-cushions that's for sure…" Tarrus whinnied, stroking all thirty inches of cock that extruded from his sheath. The tip of his meat mast was fully flared and spewing pre like an eaves gutter during a rainstorm.

“Everyone's lives would be so much easier if you all just submit and let yourselves be used for your intended purpose… You would all learn to love it eventually. You'd be surprised how vulnerable continued exhaustion makes one to the power of suggestion."

Tarrus continued to stroke his cock, the veins on the long, mottled shaft growing taut as the magnificent mare-impregnator prepared to execute its intended function. He was grinding his rump against Sean more fiercely by the second.

“But on the other hand…" The horse drew breath through his teeth, clearly on the verge of climax. “It is so fucking delectable watching you all struggle while you have yet to accept your fate."

Tarrus whinnied, his big nostrils flaring as he huffed with equine excitement, his monstrous mating instrument getting ready to blow. Sean could feel the stallion's spherical foal factories pulsing on his face, exuding the thick odor of an aroused horse while their contents churned loud enough for him to hear.

The edges of his view starting to blur, Sean fixed his gaze on the swollen head of Tarrus' fat cervix piston, watching how the generous splatters of pre eventually transformed into thick, gooey ropes of pure equine potency. Just before the eventual explosion of equine semen, Sean could have sworn he saw the first batch of freshly churned foals traveling up the inside of the big horse's shaft.

The anthro stallion's face was drawn into a mighty grimace of lust and satisfaction as he thrust himself into his own grip, ejaculating like a proper breeding stud all over the living room. His flared member spit out cum like a pressure washer, jetting out a fierce stream of equine essence capable of impregnating an entire barnful of mares if need be. The intense torrent of thick, white liquid splashed against the wall above the TV, the few subsequent ropes only narrowly missing the VHS player.

Sean had never seen an orgasm as loud, long, and intense as Tarrus' nor had he ever seen so much cum. Both the amount of seed and the rate at which it was being spewed all over almost seemed surreal to him. And the stallion came and came and came.

All Sean could see was Tarrus' erupting flare. All he could taste and smell were his sweaty, pheromone-packed balls. And all he could feel was the burning pain in his chest and back, which were being squished under the climaxing stallion's weight.

By the time Tarrus was done giving one of his living room walls a new coat of organic stallion paint, Sean was only barely hanging on to the last few threads of consciousness that stopped him from passing out from exhaustion. Everything felt heavy. His thoughts, his limbs, his sanity. He could not move a muscle even if he tried.

“Passing out already? Hah~! I took you for a weakling but I hoped you'd be at least a bit stronger than this…"

Sean could hear the stallion's condescending voice echoing around him.

“But I suppose you will have to do… Who knows, after watching some more tapes about hypnotizing humans into mounts you'll eventually become a decent ride. One that's worth keeping around…"

And that was the last thing Sean heard.