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In spite of how unusual the situation was, Benji maintained an air of calm as best he could while the couple looked him up and down where he sat.

“Are you sure you don't want something to drink?"

“I'm sure Dal would be happy to fix anything you'd like."

The horse's eyes slid between the mare and the stallion as each spoke, guarding his expression with a polite, confident smile,

“Honestly, I'm good, thanks." He wrung his paws together in his lap, perhaps the first sign of some slight nerves he'd thought he'd left at the door. Between the two of them, neither seemed outright convinced by his rebuff of their pleasantries. Benji cleared his throat, satiating the urge to fill the hanging silence, “I appreciate it though."

While the stallion shrugged his platitudes, the mare seemed more content to feed the awkwardness with an almost curated quirk of one eyebrow. She lifted her wineglass as she did so, sipping on something stiflingly red as her eyes peered across its rim. She hadn't once broken eye contact with their guest since Dalarius - or Dal, as he'd introduced himself - had welcomed him into their room. In fact, she hadn't even moved from the chaise longue she had sprawled herself across the moment Benji had sat down, leaving her directly opposite and forever confronting where his eyes wandered.

But his eyes couldn't help but wander, even when Benji knew it was as clear as day to the mare where exactly he was looking. But thanks to just how sheer a robe the mare wore, there was virtually nothing left to the stallion's imagination as he surveyed the woman before him.

As the shortest among the three of them, the mare should have been the least intimidating person in the room for Benji, especially when the stallion towered not just above her but her partner as well. Yet her reserved, even icy demeanor with glowering eyes that seemed indecisively scrupulous meant that she had commanded much of Benji's attention from the moment he'd sat down. That still wasn't enough to stop him from stealing glances at her body, however, as Benji took the ostensible dress sense and audacious attitude as an invitation to return the favor. Despite a thin veil of some inoffensive negligee, Benji could make out each of the mare's curves and crevices. Having already pushed past the brief shock of realizing she was nude beneath the robe, the stallion had savored the sea of cream that bore her supple chest, the hourglass of her waist, and the indecent concealment of her crotch. She seemed indifferent to the horse salivating in her near-nudity, running a paw through her ash-gray mane and casually leaning her weight into more comfortable, albeit more revealing positions.

Her stallion counterpart, meanwhile, seemed to want to strike a different tone. With the mare taking center stage before Benji, Dal had sought out the nearest armchair opposite. As a result, he wasn't quite in their guest's line of sight, but his presence was by no means diminished as a result. From the moment he had opened the door and greeted Benji at the threshold, the stallion was dressed in no more than a pair of formal trousers, as if he'd been caught amidst undressing after arriving home mere minutes ago. With everything else laid bare, Benji could just as easily take his time sizing the stallion up as he could with the mare.

Already, Benji knew the stallion was close to a foot shorter than himself, though he shared the same well-defined, agile build with neatly toned muscles. He also seemed to share the same rough blend of colors as his partner, though their similarities thankfully stopped short there. Rather than match the prickling tension of the mare, the other stallion seemed far more amicable and conversational. With his own insisted mask of confidence, he remained reclined in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, as he joined the mare in staring down the horse sitting before them.

“Well," he began, flashing Benji a smile that feigned to put him at ease, “If you insist. But let us know if you change your mind."

He nodded, doing his best to match the same performative energy that still thrummed in the air, and hoping that whatever expression he had right now was one of appreciative ignorance.

Yet still the silence persisted, and Benji could feel it creeping in on him from all sides. But while he fought to keep his tongue in check, the couple appeared all too comfortable in the quiet. It was, he was quickly realizing, a battle of wills, and for reasons he had yet to understand the two horses opposite him had decided on a united front. He squeezed his paws tighter together, elbows on his knees, as he shifted forward,

“So, uh…" Benji stammered, faltering between a desire to speak and an inability to think of what to say, “I guess I should thank you? For inviting me, I mean." His eyes flitted from the mare to the stallion and back again. “Y'know, so long as you guys are cool with it, right?" His train of thought derailed. Had he perhaps happened upon the reason why the room dripped with a feverish tension? “I mean, are you okay with it? I don't think I ever asked if you were open or…"

He let the sentence hang in the air, unprepared to finish the thought in fear of the answer he might get otherwise. His eyes continued to dance between the pair.

Their expressions didn't seem to change, nor did their postures, but Benji could feel the atmosphere tingle with the slightest swell of shifting tides.

“Isn't it a little late to be asking that?" The mare said, Benji struggling to find the pointed tone that her words should have suggested. In that split second, his already wavering guard slipped a little further. He felt his cheeks burn, undoubtedly turning a faint scarlet much to the chagrin of the horses before him, and he fought to hastily ready himself.

“Well, I just assumed, y'know?" His line of sight trailed to the stallion, searching his face for some sign of defense, “Otherwise why would Dal have reached out to me?"

“Yes, why did you reach out to him, Dal?" The mare, for once, broke her stare off from Benji and turned to regard the stallion also. There was something dangerously accusing in her voice, though the sly curl of her lips undercut the short-lived animosity.

“Ignore her," the stallion said with a scoffing sigh, “She's just winding you up." Dal rose from his seat, taking the few steps between them and lifting aside the mare's hooves to perch alongside her. After readjusting the laze of her legs across his lap, the stallion returned his focus to Benji, “But to answer the question, I reached out to you because Amanda here asked me to." Dal affectionately petted the mare's waist, leaving his paw where it lay in an almost possessive embrace of her hips. Now it was his turn to lock his gaze with Benji, tagging out the mare's standoffish allure with his candid desire.

“I'm not sure I follow…"

“Well, we've both got our different tastes, or moods that we can find ourselves in," Dal began, his idle paw now tracing and caressing the curve of the mare's body. “Sometimes we're happy with each other, sometimes we're happy with other people, and sometimes we do both together." Benji felt his mouth go dry as he watched Dal's fingers sink beneath the horse's robe, her soft gasp punctuating the air as they made contact with the skin, “Sometimes I'm in charge, sometimes she is, and sometimes we can't decide either way." It was difficult to focus on what the stallion was saying when, at the same time, he was brazenly easing his paw between Amanda's thighs. She didn't even try to hold back her sultry moan as Dal slid inside her, “And sometimes we both want something different." Every sense screamed at Benji, from the sound of wet flesh being parted to the sharpening smell of arousal. It took all his resolve to fix his eyes on Dal's and pretend that the stallion wasn't toying with the mare right in front of him. “Which is why you're here."

Benji blinked, driving all his energy to preserve what was left of his composure.

“Right. Yeah, I get that." He didn't understand, why was he having such a difficult time processing this? If this was what he thought it was, and it very much seemed the case, then this wasn't his first threesome. He wasn't a prude to such things. He even enjoyed them with the right people. But the feeling of being unbalanced and vulnerable continued to chew away at him. It was like he was still missing the last piece of the puzzle.

“Do you?" Amanda said, her voice trailing into a hiss as Dal's fingers probed a little deeper. He opened his mouth to answer, confident he could assure her that he did, but that same uncertainty plucked the words before he could say them. Maybe he wasn't as sure as he thought.

“You see, like you, I'm bi, but I'll always have a thing for men." Dal gave an indelicate twist of his paw, the motion causing Amanda to rise in her seat and tremble. From his new vantage point, Benji could see the stallion was two fingers deep to the knuckle and dripping with her sex. “Meanwhile Amanda gives as good as she takes, and she can be real nasty sometimes." The mare's otherwise closed expression broke, finally, with her smirking in implicit agreement right back at the stallion. “So tonight Benji you're gonna get the best of both worlds."

Fresh excitement now began to buzz through Benji's veins as the scales started to tip. The facade of pleasantries and circumstantial conversation was being ripped away with as much discretion as the couple showed in front of the horse. No longer were they performing for him, though, as Benji could only focus on when he could be part of the action. With their cards on the table, the stallion was determined to be certain why he was there.

But even then, something still felt off. There was something else, hidden under the lustful cries, the aroma of sweat and sex, and the hungry stares.

“Do you want to taste her?"

The question cut through the reverie and forced Benji back into the moment. He couldn't decide where to settle his eyes, either on the squirming, breathless form of the mare being fingered or the stallion responsible for it all.

He cleared his throat, pushing himself to reclaim some control over his faculties. Benji saw himself as better than some fawning colt incapable of rising to the challenge. If they both wanted him, then he would have them both.

“Yes."

“Yes, what?"

Before he'd even had a chance to set one hoof forward, he was already finding himself reeling back. Frozen where he sat, eyes unconsciously wide, Dal's call for clarification blindsided him. The stallion became the colt.

His mind searched for what he could possibly say. What exactly were the two of them expecting of him?

“Yes… please?"

There was a pregnant pause as the answer was considered, but it seemed enough for the stallion to extricate himself from the mare and gesture for Benji to come forward. While it was unbecoming to be directed as such, the stallion moved to his knees across from the couple, his body turning to make for Amanda's open legs. With nothing to hide it anymore, he could see the slick, parting folds of her crotch spread before him, and he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation of descending into her crotch and feasting on her.

He would never get the chance, however, not when Dal forced his presence back before the horse.

Seizing on Benji's abrupt surprise, the stallion's paw was already finding its way to the man's snout. Taking the same fingers that had just been inside the mare, he pressed them between Benji's half-open lips and sunk them deep into his mouth.

Held back on his knees squatting before the two horses, Benji was unable to overcome the abnormal shock of what had happened. He didn't even think to protest with the stallion's digits in his mouth, looking up at the couple with plain confusion. But he couldn't ignore the taste on his tongue. The flavor of her, so rich and moist, ready to be savored on the stallion's soiled fingers. His face burned brighter as he began to suck and swallow on Dal's paw, any initial humiliation bleeding away as he gave in to the tastes and textures of Amanda's fluids against Dal's fur.

“He looks good like that." Amanda said with a purr, pulling herself alongside the stallion so that they could both look down on the subservient horse. “But I know how he'd look even better."

“I'll go get undressed and grab it then," Dal retorted, retracting his now-cleaned fingers before wiping the spit on Benji's blushing face. “You get him ready and keep him entertained."

Leaving the kneeling stallion to the whims of his partner, Dal got to his hooves and sauntered away. As he disappeared from view, Benji felt the impulse to turn and watch just where the horse went, but any such urge was quashed as Amanda took charge in the stallion's stead.

“You heard him," she stated matter-of-factly, “Stand up and strip."

It took a moment for the command to click into gear in Benji's head, but when it did he found himself slowly rising to his hooves. Despite towering above the mare where she sat, Amanda remained as unphased as she had before while Benji considered how best to follow her given order. While he had some inkling in advance what the night might entail, Benji had dressed conservatively to better hedge his bets depending on how events unfolded. Truthfully, he had envisioned and potentially even hoped that it would have been he and his fellow stallion teaming up against the smaller mare. But to find himself at the behest of both Dal and Amanda together hadn't crossed his mind. It rolled over him in lulls of unease, commiserating with himself that what he had imagined would remain a fantasy, while his reality grew precariously unpredictable.

First, Benji lifted his shirt and slid it upwards and away. His stomach stretched as the fabric slipped from his skin to reveal the creamy brown of his coat. His athletic build had already been obvious with the shirt on, but as he slowly stripped for his singular audience, every move and stretch of his body highlighted the trimmed physique brimming beneath the surface. His fingers fumbled for the clasp of his belt, then its fly, until he saw no glamorous way to undress but to drop and kick his pants aside.

But as he stood there, nearly nude save for his remaining underwear, he made eye contact with the watching mare. Her gaze was as steely as ever, a smoldering intrigue brewing behind her eyes, as she made the slightest of gestures toward the stallion. Though small, it spoke volumes and expressed in no uncertain terms what she expected next.

Benji's paws hovered at his waist, thumbing the elastic band of the jockstrap he had chosen just for tonight. It may not have been the sexiest thing to have worn for the night, but the stallion enjoyed the all-too-tight pouch encompassing his manhood. It made him feel even bigger than he already was, and like Amanda's negligee, it left no room for imagination. Had he felt like he was the one in control that evening, he might have relished in the experience of taunting the mare with his hefty bulge. He would have luxuriated in pressing her mouth deep into it, making her breathe it in, holding its weight in her paws, and telling her that it was going inside of her. Then he would have had her peel the jock away from his hips, further and further down until his sheath and sack sprung free inches from her face. She would have paled in its majesty, and Benji would have savored every second until finally telling her to open wide.

Instead, however, he slipped and sagged the jockstrap away from his waist, away from his bulge, and let the thing drop to the floor in disappointment. A guttural sensation of being exposed rattled through him as he pushed the underwear away with one hoof, realizing there was nothing more that he could do but stand there for the mare to gawp and ogle at. It was like he was a piece of meat, and Amanda didn't hide her appetite as she eyed him up and down. Yet he fought the instinct to cover himself with his paws, even when those eyes preyed upon his crotch, and more so when they moved no further. He forced them behind him, one paw clasping the other's wrist, and he set his gaze ahead to keep himself focused.

“Not bad." Amanda took another sip of her wine before abandoning the glass to the side, “You'll do."

Standing to meet the stallion before her, their height disparity was more painfully obvious than it had been before, and Benji wondered just how exactly he had lost the balance of power between them. Though his head stared straight ahead, he couldn't help but follow the mare as she circled her way around him. She slid off her own nightgown and joined the horse in his nakedness, yet somehow the vulnerability didn't seem quite the same as his own. His skin prickled with the undercurrent of anticipation, a suspicion rising within him that something was about to give, and it itched away at his mind. Amanda didn't seem to share the same trepidation, however, and continued to appear at total ease in the stallion's presence. Benji may not have known when and how he'd surrendered control, but he knew when it was gone.

That thought was instilled into him when the mare, standing just to his side, reached her arm around and groped at his crotch. Her paws kneaded and molded at his flesh, fingers playing with his sheath and then turning to his balls. It didn't take much to rile Benji's arousal back to life, the desire already simmering under his skin before the night began, and he grunted through gritted teeth. Internal muscles clenched, relaxed, and he felt his cock start to drop from his sheath. Soft at first, his length slid into the open air and Amanda's waiting grasp as it engorged and hardened with every beat of his heart. Its skin was a dark, rosy pink that descended to its medial ring before blotches of darker flesh broke into leathery browns. The mare could barely contain its mass in one paw, its length longer than her own forearm, but she held it in her palm. She eased its weight and held Benji's erection aloft as if examining him like a prize-winning specimen. Objectified, the stallion's cock throbbed with his heartbeat.

However, his strayed focus on his own arousal was succinctly cut short when he felt fingers pressing between his muscled buttocks. He bit back the urge to flinch from the touch, instead casting his mind to follow the path Amanda's other paw was now taking as it slid deeper into his rear. Her slender fingers soon landed on their target, their tips teasing at the edges of his rim, causing Benji to breathe carefully as he fixated on the feeling. The air caught in his lungs, though, when those same fingers began to push further still.

Balanced on the tips of his hooves, strung between the mare's paw on his cock and the other probing his ass, Benji didn't dare move. His breathing shallowed and his heart pounded at his chest while he stood stock still, laboring under Amanda's different touches.

One finger, then two, just as Dal had done to her… The symmetry of it rang loud in Benji's head, yet another sign of just how much farther he was falling away. He was a thing to be used, to be enjoyed, to be played with. One paw stroked along his twitching length, another worked deeper into his hole until fingers landed upon his prostate. The mare put pressure behind her paw, manipulating the inner organ with her fingertips, all to reward her with Benji's bucking cock starting to drip with pre.

“There we go," she cooed in a dulcet voice, striking a tone that seemed a little too wrong for that exact moment. Her paw swam through the streams of pre oozing from Benji's head, finding fresh use for his arousal as makeshift lube. With long, languid strokes of his cock, she soon had his erection glistening and wet in his own fluids, all scored by a fixed, bubbling sensation of pleasure. He wanted her to touch him more, to rub him harder, hell, he'd even beg her to finger him more, but she kept him there on the edge. Amanda had him strung upon the line on unrepentant need, with shivers and shudders wracking through him from the effort of self-control.

“Good boy."

Benji wanted to rut, to just thrust his hips and use the mare's paws as tools to his own end. Either direction didn't even seem to matter, even when two fingers became three or more pre slathered his desperate cock. Instinct begged him to take his release, but the mare's control over him held him at bay. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes felt like hours until Benji swore they had entered some kind of limbo with Amanda unceasingly torturing him.

When she relinquished her hold on him though, he couldn't decide if he was relieved or frustrated. Benji bit his lip and waited, calming the errant chills and trembles that still fluttered along his spine.

Returning to face Benji head-on, the mare unlaced her robe and let the thin garment drift on its own weight to the floor. While it had not concealed much, if anything at all, her raw nakedness was enough to have the stallion's heart pump a little harder. A renewed simmering excitement swelled within him as he looked down to meet Amanda's gaze, attempting to decipher her unreadable expression for whatever came next. She let the moment hang between them, unflinching as she stood only so far from Benji's begging erection, her eyes peering deeper than his could into hers.

However, despite how obviously his needy cock throbbed and swelled, Amanda's interest in sating the stallion would turn out to be far from her mind.

“Kneel."

The bluntness of her command caught Benji off-guard, though when it finally registered in his head he tentatively lowered himself back to the floor. His still-hard cock swayed as he stooped from one leg to the other, but his curiosity had been piqued now if this was where the mare wanted him.

Amanda retook her place on the couch before the stallion, her legs already spread to either side where he knelt. Once again finding himself anticipating the mare's next move, he found himself salivating at the thought of finally getting to feast on her wet cunt after only a frustrating taste from Dal's fingers. She leaned back into the chaise longue, lifting her legs back and holding them in place by her thighs. With an even more revealing view, Benji could savor the sight of both her pussy and her ass. Starting from the soft pink hue of her folds still shimmering with bodily fluids, he could follow the warm brown skin down her crotch, her taint, and over to her tightly puckered hole.

His eyes slid back up and then some, trailing across her stomach and breasts to meet her gaze. Having already set the precedent of who was giving orders and who was following them, he waited for her permission.

“Eat me out."

Benji didn't need to be told twice, and perhaps with a hint of too much eagerness, he crept the short distance between her legs. His paws were already pressing against the soft muscles of her thighs, relieving her arms as he took the weight and leaned toward her crotch. He pulled close, feeling his own hot breath drifting back against his face as his muzzle neared her slick pussy.

But with a single finger, the mare halted him in his tracks. Inches from her sex, she scoffed at his apparent overconfidence.

“No," she chastised, clucking her tongue, “Not that hole." Her finger moved, angling his face further down, then pushing him toward her rear. “Eat out that one."

His flushed with the rush of hot blood, his cheeks burning from the quiet, subtle shame. But while he had been denied for a second time, the offer of an unexpected alternative took time to marinate as his mind adjusted. Being into both men and women, he was far from a stranger to rimming, but having been teased with something else, he needed a moment to gather his bearings.

Lower down between her legs, cradled by the outstretched globes of her buttocks, Benji's eyes refocused themselves on the mare's tight ass. He breathed in the new smells, a starker, more pungent contrast to the wet velvet of her cunt. Yet it was still unmistakably her scent if only marred by stale sweat and musk. The stallion slid his snout against the bare skin of her ass and sunk his mouth onto her hole.

The sound Amanda made when his lips wrapped around her ass was delightful, a demure yet indecent gasp as the stallion's mouth began to work on, around, and then into her body. Benji's tongue probed forward, lapping first around the edges of her hole and drinking in the faint tastes of more to come. She squirmed under his touch, every slow, purposeful glide of his tongue along her body eliciting a fresh round of breathy pants. Her heartbeat thrummed under her skin, likewise quickening in her own anticipation whenever the stallion drew closer and closer to her hole. As his only chance to turn the tables on the mare for toying with him so far, Benji bid his time as he worked toward his true target.

With increasingly bolder and tighter swirls of his tongue, he was running out of time to delay the inevitable any longer. After a final draw around the edges of Amanda's hole, the stallion gave in to what the mare wanted at long last. Connecting with the warm rim of her ass, Benji began to push, working with a steady but measured pressure to slide his tongue into the horse's insides. While much of his view was blocked from above, mostly confronted by the taunting sight of the mare's cunt inches from his brow, he could feel her moaning and writhing with subtle throes. When his tongue sunk inside, her arousal became all too clear as she trembled feverishly, lifting herself to look down at the stallion planted at her rear. Their eyes met, just as Benji's mouth buried deeper into her hole, the mare groaning louder than before.

Having passed the entry to her ass, Benji's tongue was now ensconced in the heat of her insides, its murky, humid flavor smeared on his taste buds. He worked himself further in, his own saliva lining the way, with his face sinking even deeper into her body. His nostrils flared and huffed against her skin, drool dripped and oozed from around his jaw, and the sounds he made with his lips suckling at her ass were dirty even to his own ears.

If Amanda shared the same opinion, however, she seemed far from showing it. With occasional glances to gauge her expression, the mare seemed content in losing herself to the stallion's worshipping tongue. Her cheeks wore a soft blush and her thready panting had started to sharpen into more pronounced moans. She had even capitalized on the freedom her arms had with Benji taking her weight, paws roaming across her bare chest and seeking out her nipples. Pinching each between her teasing fingers, she toyed with her own pleasure while the stallion all but came up the rear. How long she planned for him to stay there, hungrily rimming her ass, but Benji could feel a dull fatigue in his tongue and the muscles of his jaw threatening to seize.

“Now ain't that a sight to behold." It was Dal's voice, the other stallion finally making his return. Benji almost instinctively lifted his head to turn to the sound, his mouth nearly breaking from the mare's spit-soaked hole, but her paw swiftly shot down to keep him in place. Unable to see beyond Amanda's legs, the best he could was continue to listen warily as Dal seemed to approach them both. “I might even be jealous he's not making out with my ass instead."

From overhead, Benji heard the mare scoff with cheeky indignation,

“The night's still young, you'll get your turn." The stallion's gaze jumped up to meet her face, though her attention was naturally focused elsewhere. She nodded her head in what must have been Dal's direction, “Oh, that looks fun."

“Just his size, I figured we should go all out and make the most of him."

“Abso-fucking-lutely."

Whatever the two were referring to, Benji had no clue, but he was already inferring potential ideas between breaths he stole buried in the mare's ass. Yet while he was fighting not to lose himself in the haze of her hole, he could feel himself on edge knowing there was another man somewhere in the room. That unsettling feeling was splintering through him with each passing second, for as long as Dal moved with uncharacteristic quiet and didn't say a word.

It nearly spooked him then when he felt a presence come up behind him, goosebumps rippling along every inch of him as paws landed softly at his hips. They held onto him firmly, keeping him in place as the stallion sidled up to Benji.

“Don't let me distract you," Dal said with a low, sultry tone. “I just need to get you dressed."

Without moving from his place at Amanda's outstretched legs, Benji felt the other stallion's paws sliding over him as he laced something cool and supple against his body. First around his midriff, then across his chest, and all while crisscrossing between each limb and joint in an ever-evolving intricate web. While his concentration was split between the two, his tongue continued to lap its way through the mare's loosening hole, tasting as much his own saliva now as he did the horse herself. Those straps were winding tighter though, cinched hard by Dal as Benji felt his whole torso constrict. Only then, with the stallion's work apparently complete, was he pulled from Amanda's rear and finally into the fresh air.

Dal's fingers were snagging on one of Benji's new bindings, the smaller male demonstrating a greater degree of control and ease than before to lift the horse back to his hooves. Standing straight, Benji could look down and see the harness that had been woven around his body, where every movement he made worked against him with restrictive leather. But even this was not the last of the gear, it seemed, as Dal lifted something else toward his head. His snout and muzzle were threaded through loops, straps pulled around his scalp, and everything buckled until the horse had been secured in a rudimentary set of reins.

Reins which Dal now held in his paw.

Following the looped straps back to the stallion's grasp, Benji realized he was finally seeing the stallion in all his glory for the first time that evening. Beyond simply grabbing some additional gear to truss the other stallion up, Dal had taken the time to undress himself, standing just as confidently nude before Benji as Amanda did. He shared a similar hue across his belt, his chest, stomach, and abdomen bathed in creamy fur while the rest blended into darker browns. But while his forelimbs also darkened further still to a near black, Dal's mane and matching feathering was one solid color unlike the mare's, and stood beside her the difference between them was even starker. Especially when it came to Dal's size and stature, though still shy of Benji's full height, his exposed musculature and jutting erection gave him an air of strength that he hadn't sensed from Amanda. So while he had already been succumbing to the mare's whims through attitude alone, staring into the other stallion's eyes and fighting not to gawp at the mass of his cock did not bode well for Benji.

“Told you he'd look better," Amanda said as she dropped her legs back down, standing to join Dal by his side as the two surveyed Benji and his new gear.

“Never doubted you for a second." Dal tugged on the rein, guiding the stallion along as he led the way to the next room. “Time to put him to good use then."

Unlike the casual, generalized vibe of the open living space, the couple's bedroom was far more intimate. With its shades drawn and softer light from bedside lamps, the room had a warmer, inviting feeling that stood in stark contrast to their energy so far. It seemed almost romantic to the stallion as he was brought without hesitation to the large, sprawling bed, plush with crushed velvet sheets that he could already imagine being ruined once the night was through.

To the room's side lay an open trunk of yet more gear, much of which had already been sifted through. Most likely the other stallion had picked through its contents and chosen a selection of toys and other trinkets that the pair planned to use on Benji. Sidestepping past the horse, however, Amanda diverted to the would-be toybox for her own appraisal of whatever was within. Though his view was nearly blocked by the mare's crouched form, he caught sight of protruding dildos, beads, and plugs as she made a thorough search.

As Dal guided Benji to the bed and ushered him onto it, Amanda excitedly held a toy aloft, its long, bobbing length of pink silicone garishly bright in her grip.

“Should I use this one first?" She lifted another dildo into view, this one thicker and less flexible, with the distinctive shape of a canine's anatomy, “Or this one?"

“Find something that'll open him up." Dal's eyes moved to meet Benji's, the other horse declining to join him where he now knelt on the bed. “On your back, head off the edge. It's my turn to use that mouth." Then, just as casually, his attention broke back to the mare, “But not too big. You might not mind so much, but I like my holes to be tight before I'm done with them."

The stallion's half-considered conversation between the two was not lost on Benji, not when he spoke so plainly about what exactly he planned to do to him. It only made his heart beat faster.

Her only response was a dismissive snort, both toys returned to the case of gear and away from Benji's line of sight. However, he remained preoccupied with Dal as he eased himself over onto his side, then further onto his back. Shuffling down the sheets, he maneuvered himself into position just as the stallion had instructed. It already felt odd to lay with his hooves toward the headboard, but even stranger still when he allowed his head to lull over the furthest edge of the mattress. With his world turned upside down and blood threatening to pool in his skull, Benji did his best to get as comfortable as possible for what he assumed would be the long haul.

His gaze trailed from the side where Amanda busied herself to the stallion directly before him. Now at the ideal height for Dal, the stallion stepped forward, but between the frame of his beefy thighs swung the reason behind Benji's current position.

With impending anticipation, the stallion was greeted by the sight of a fat, throbbing horse cock, beginning at its head with warm, cherry-pink flesh that slid down into mottled black past the medial ring. A sheen of pre oozed from its tip while its still-soft flare seemed almost too big for Benji to reckon with. Yet Dal wasn't deterred as he shifted his waist forward, taking a wide stance at the foot of the bed with the stallion's drooped head squarely between his legs. But while time seemed to slow as the male's cock neared his mouth, it all happened far too quickly for Benji to react as Dal probed his lips and slipped inside with one effortless glide.

Riding up against his tongue and grinding the flat roof of his mouth, Benji was fed inch after inch of the stallion's meat until he tapped the back of his throat. Despite what was arguably the best angle, he couldn't help the kneejerk reaction to choke as Dal hit his target. The man's flesh was hot and supple against his tongue, his lips suckling around the girth of his shaft as Dal eased himself back and forth. He worked the short distance he had already claimed, sliding his cock through the stallion's mouth as he leaned over the bed. Though Benji couldn't see him, not with his head pinned in place by his penetrating dick, he could feel the weight above him move. His wrists were gripped on either side by Dal's respective paws, the stallion pushing his mass down atop Benji so that he was functionally immobilized. All the while, he continued to ride his cock through the stallion's mouth, dangerously flirting with Benji's gag reflex with every other thrust forward.

It may have only taken him minutes to switch gears, but it felt like an age of Benji's mouth being stretched open by Dal's turgid cock. He was very nearly thankful then when the stallion decided he was no longer content to occupy Benji's maw, as with one careful push he steered his erection for the length of his throat. Benji fought hard not to gag, unsuccessfully letting loose a splutter past overfilled lips, but it didn't matter as Dal plunged himself deeper into the horse beneath him. There was a pause when the head of his cock slapped his esophagus, a moment which careened by once he had slid past Benji's throat and down into his gullet. Unable to breathe, unable to even choke against the invading mass, Benji squirmed under the stallion's hold as inch after inch after inch of cock cored through his neck and down into his chest. He could feel the unnatural swell of his nape where the horse's sheer girth forced itself outward, and beyond that he didn't dare think about how deep the male was once he felt rough pubic fur at his chin and musky balls on his snout.

Benji's body sunk into the bed beneath him as Dal hunkered over his torso, only the stallion's hips rolling back and forth against the pinned male's head. As he pulled his cock from Benji's face, the horse coughed and gagged when he had retreated just far enough to grant him air. He sucked wet, ragged breaths between his stretched lips, knowing that in the back of his mind that he would need to take every chance he got. Especially when he felt Dal already beginning to retake his mouth once more, working with a faster pace than before as he sunk back into Benji's throat. The dulled, strangled groan he made was swallowed by the horse's shaft chasing it down, the stallion rutting his cock deep into Benji's chest as cast aside concerns about the man's anatomy and comfort.

In and out, in and out, from tip to ring to base and back again, Benji found himself being driven into a carnal rhythm as the stallion's pulsing, reaming cock slid through him like a piston. His oxygen-starved lungs screamed for mercy, his overwrought throat felt like it might split at any moment, and yet he couldn't help but shudder in depleted lust knowing that there and then he was little more than a sleeve for the horse's behemoth. Dal's sweaty nuts slapped and smacked against his nostrils, imprinting a heady stench of musk and cum atop the scoured flavor of his flesh coursing down his neck. There was nowhere for him to go, nothing for him, except to surrender to the stallion's spearing erection and bask in the mire of his sex.

Yet this alone wasn't all Benji would have to contend with, as despite the jostles of the stallions' bodies colliding on the bed, he could sense movement near to his lower half. At first he could brush the feeling aside as nothing more than the confusion of overwhelmed senses trying to endure the horse cock reaming through his maw. But when he felt paws gingerly stroke along his ankles, then calves, then thighs, he realized that with Dal still holding his wrists that only Amanda could be the culprit. Without being able to see her, he had no idea what the mare was up to, though his attention was still irrevocably centered on the stallion using his throat like a common sex toy.

But he couldn't entirely ignore the horse's paws which roamed ever closer to the innermost point of his thighs and tantalizing close to his crotch. His cock had since lain flat across his stomach, otherwise ignored by both Dal and Amanda, but it still throbbed and drooled somewhat expectantly. Between the stallion's thrusts through his throat, however, her focus was not on the man's endowment, if only for the time being, as she cupped his thighs, spread his legs, and then eased his limbs back. Just as he had levered her into place before rimming her, now Amanda was exposing the stallion's rear. His heart renewed a thready beat, doubled with every slide and grind of Dal's cock into his chest, when he felt fingers circling against his rear once more.

However, the mare's digits were no longer dry, as they brought a cool wetness with them that soon had Benji's hole slick and pliant. Her fingers probed again into his ass, the smoother sensation far more agreeable a second time around, though still undercut by the stallion at his other end. It was an unbalanced disparity between the almost kindly gentleness Amanda seemed to show as two fingers worked to become three, even four, while Dal exhibited nothing but a feral resolve to fuck the horse's face with the full length of his cock. Despite the difference though, both seemed set with a certain determination that refused to leave Benji would leeway, with his jaw and throat aching from an unending stretch to a growing fullness from fingers deep to the third knuckle in his ass.

It would be Amanda who diverged first, her fingers pulling almost longingly from the stallion's now-lubed hole and leaving him with a disappointing urge for more. He needn't have doubted the mare, however, as something new and unfamiliar replaced her paw's touch. Though not as rigid or dextrous of the horse's fingers, whatever now pressed against his ass promised to be larger and more challenging as it bore down on his rim. The longer she probed, the harder she pushed, the more Benji could feel the scale of the thing's size. First it had started from a small point, but as it gradually grew in girth, the stallion gathered it was some tapered toy that stretched him further and further the deeper it went. Initially it had been manageable, easily overlooked for Dal's cock in his throat, but it creased past a point where he could no longer ignore it, even with the stallion thrusting away at his mouth. Benji could feel his muscles coiling and seizing in a desperate bid to resist another invasion of his body, but between the two other horses, there was nothing for him to do but endure and push through.

Though it was no easy feat to ignore his instinct to clench down on the toy sliding into his hole, stretching him just as deep as it did wide, after an interminable amount of time he felt the artificial mass shift inside him. His rim contracted in response to the thickest part of the toy suddenly bowing to a narrow neck, and the soft muscles of his gut sucked the weight in deeper until the touch of something smooth and flat rested against his cheeks. If it were a flared base, then given everything else he'd felt from the toy, Benji had found himself plugged by the mare, and not a small one either due to how it felt nestled inside him. It was heavy and large, and, in spite of what could have been supple silicone, it filled the stallion's bowel to its fullest.

Benji suspected though that Amanda wouldn't be content to sit idly by while Dal enjoyed fucking the male's throat. Plugging him would surely have been foreplay by contrast, so it didn't surprise him as much when the mare's paws returned to caressing his groin. His legs were allowed to rest, though simply laying them back down on the sheets was enough to sink the toy a little deeper into his ass. It was just one experience out of many hailing down on him all at once, the mass in his hole just another reminder of how far he had sunk into the horses' depravity.

But beyond the plug in his ass and the cock in his maw, he felt a surge of pleasure flicker anew through his bones as Amanda's paws closed in on his neglected erection. He swore he thought his chest might explode, either from his own heartbeat or the pumping dick riding under it, when she held his cock up and away from his belly. He couldn't help but feel blood strain through his veins to fatten his flesh within her grip, one paw at its base, the other guiding the shaft along at its midway point. Straddling his legs and pinning them closed, while it may have forced the plug even deeper into him, Benji could feel fresh arousal building as his patience and endurance seemed to finally come close to being rewarded.

His hear almost leapt up his throat when he felt warm, velvet lips wrap around the head of his cock. Fortunately for him, Dal was there to both remind him of his place and tamp down his racing pulse.

Amanda's mouth moved slowly but with expert precision, teasing the stallion in just the right way to have his hips threatening to buck from under her. But the combined weight of the two horses would be no match from Benji, so despite how ardently he writhed on the bed, he was at the mercy of more than just the stallion from then on. Her tongue licked and toyed with the opening of his urethra, it traced agonising circles around the rim of his flare, and she nursed on the stream of pre forever oozing from her touch. While he struggled through the fatigue of his throat being abused by Dal, his face a spit-sodden mess and his senses scrubbed of everything but the man inside him, Amanda leisured herself in suckling on his cock. Where Dal steadily thrust with hard determination against Benji's mouth, she took her time with every inch, savoring each one as the mare unhurriedly worked down the male's shaft.

Plugged, sucked, and throated, Benji found himself playing the unenviable role of a living toy to be used by the two horses astride him. Though he would be loathe to admit it and so long as he quashed the exhaustion in his muzzle and maw, it seemed abnormally natural and all too easy for the stallion's meat to pound his throat from tip to crotch. The dull, enveloping sensation of the toy in his guts was almost relieving, something to keep him grounded, an unmoving tether that spared him whatever energy he had left. But the mare's mouth on his own cock… that was more than just a comfort, it was just enough pleasure to spur him on, to stoke the fire in his stomach to find some untapped reserve and keep going. While he had been forced to gag and choke on the length of Dal's cock, Amanda seemed to effortlessly draw more of his flesh into her waiting lips and beyond. Down past his flare, then his medial ring, and even pulling dangerously close to his resting balls. Benji knew she was keeping him on the edge, stimulating him just enough to keep him hard and desperate, but he suspected she shouldn't have worried about him cumming too soon. The endless, rooting pressure of Dal fucking his throat still punctured through the pleasure, the sensations spiralling between one another from lustful satisfaction to physical deterioration.

He didn't know how long he hung there between the two, lost in the repeating monotony of Dal's cock and Amanda's mouth. Benji could neither smell, taste, hear, nor even see anything beyond the divided fronts of the horses' sex. Touch, perhaps, was the only experience that now drilled its way into him, from the smearing, smothering sweaty bodies enclosed on all sides to the foreign masses working through his holes. Even the mare's tongue against his cock ebbed with diminishing returns. Regardless of how counterintuitive it might have been to his rational mind, all Benji could reason then was that he wanted more.

Because more would be different. He needed different. So he wanted more.

It therefore seemed like a miracle to the stallion when, after such a gruelling length of time, Dal pulled his hips back. Having been churning deep through Benji's throat and never once completely leaving it, it seemed almost alien to have the slab of horse meat slopped free and unencumbered. Benji coughed in a frenzy of long, haggard gasps, not daring to waste the chance to feed his burned-out lungs. He didn't even care how thick and stale the air tasted in his mouth, it was as good as any palate cleanser to soothe his wrought, ravaged throat. He didn't mind much of a mess his face had been left in, nor was he bothered by the persisting musky slime Dal's cock had left in his maw. Benji could breathe, and better yet he could relish the near singular focus of Amanda's mouth gliding along his shaft.

As the horse took a step back, though careful to keep Benji's head cradled between his legs, he snorted with blind frustration,

“If I'm gonna cum," Dal said, his attention turned to the mare sat across the other stallion's lap and not to the stallion himself, “It's gonna be from fucking his ass."

Benji felt the mare's mouth retreat from his cock, though her paws remained, insistently massaging his slick flesh with long strokes.

“I only just put the plug in." There was that same brazenly casual attitude again, where the two horses acted almost as if Benji weren't even in the room with them. “Just keep him busy a bit longer so he can at least get a chance to fuck something."

Through shallow, idling pants and huffs, he could feel his face flushing as yet again, whether it was intentional or not, they reminded him of his place.

Beneath them, just a play thing to be touched, tasted, filled, and fucked. Like a piece of meat.

“Fine, but make it quick."

“Oh don't worry," Amanda's paws slowed as even they now seemed to pull back from the stallion's cock, leaving Benji in a fitful state of imbalance. He couldn't stop now, not when he could feel himself right on the cusp of being close. “I don't think he'll last much longer."

There and then, we would have begged to be their piece of meat if it meant they didn't have to stop.

While Dal released his hold on the horse's wrists, he didn't stray far from Benji's head as pivoted in place. Even Amanda was easing her weight from the stallion's thighs, meaning that if he wanted to, he could pull himself out from under them both and curtail whatever they were planning next. But he didn't want to, nor could he even find the strength. Benji lay there, recuperating what little he could, doing his best to stretch the tension from his body. The most he was able to do was lift his head higher, affording him just a glimpse of the scene around him, though only for a moment.

It was enough for him to recognize that the mare had pulled herself from his knees, raised tentatively on her haunches as she maneuvred across the bed. If she noticed him looking, she didn't say anything, though it would have been moot to interject as Dal stole the horse's attention back. Benji's head slid back down, looking up with time to spare to be presented with the heft of the stallion's backside.

Already Dal was lowering his meaty buttocks to Benji's face, and he leaned back with careful placement of his weight to rest his ass directly against the horse's snout. Benji was immediately entombed between the male's cheeks, drowning in stunningly rich musk and sweat that must have been brewing through every minute he had fucked the horse's throat. Now it too was oozing its way into his mouth, its damp film smearing across his face as Dal settled atop him.

It might not have been the full brunt of his size, but Benji could sense that Dal was being bold and pushing the horse's tolerance for what he could take. Out of some twisted instinct, Benji's arms moved to grapple against the other stallion's thighs, paws clasping against his legs as if he needed something to hold onto. But he didn't push the horse off, instead accepting that for now it might be a reprieve from the likes of another throat fuck. Dal's paws slid over Benji's, seeming to comfort or appease the stallion beneath him as it was already clear what he was expected to do.

Benji didn't need to push much further for his lips to kiss the warm depth of Dal's hole. His rim was soft but tight, almost indiscernible from the mare's, were it not for the sharper, stronger taste that threatened to bring tears to his eyes. The taste of a stallion seared longer and harder in his mouth than the mare, but Benji pressed on. He slid his tongue to the hole's edge, licking through the stench and texture of the man's ass while Dal reclined on him from above. Benji even heard the horse savor a smug sigh of content, sidling his rear to encourage the stallion beneath him to waste no time in going deeper.

Complying with Dal's implicit direction, his tongue glide into his waiting hole. Just like Amanda's ass, there was only the slightest of resistance before the flesh yielded and welcomed the horse in. In the back of his mind where every other thought seemed to be gradually seeping toward, he reasoned that Dal likely took as much as he could clearly give. Whether he'd take Benji tonight seemed like a distant dream, however, based on how both he and Amanda had corralled the stallion so far. Instead, Dal seemed idly happy to let the horse eat him out, his tongue digging through the hot folds of his guts with Benji free to roam as he pleased.

Plastered in not just his own saliva and Dal's pre, Benji sunk deeper into the sweaty, miasmic ass.

Yet it felt like no time at all before the calm of suckling on Dal's hole was shattered. Though both horses were communicating their intent between one another, Benji was suffering the consequences of being absent from the conversation. He flinched with surprise when he felt the mare's paws reposition his cock again, only this time she seemed to be taking far greater care with where she moved his tower of flesh. Her legs lifted from his, the bed sinking even further at his waist, until he felt something…

It was wet, wetter than even his own cock, and invitingly warm. Something slid and rubbed against the head of his dick as Amanda's paw steadied his shaft, the texture almost too pliable and slippery for Benji's brain to make the inevitable deduction. Only when he felt it begin to press down over him, where folds of soft wetness pushed apart to take him in, did it finally click.

Tongue deep in Dal's husky ass, Benji couldn't hold back the needy, flustered moan as he felt Amanda's pussy envelope his cock.

As with everything the two horses seemed intent on doing to him, they had found a frustrating equilibrium that constantly kept Benji off balance. While his body sang from the thrall of the mare sliding down his shaft, the experience was still marred by the taste of the stallion's ass dripping down his throat, bleeding into the taste of his cock that had been there minutes before. Akin to the juxtaposition of salty and sweet, the horse was torn between the carnal pleasure of Amanda's cunt swallowing him to the clammy cheeks and pungent hole of the stallion squatting on his face.

Unconsciously, Benji's embrace on Dal's thighs squeezed even tighter as he felt the mare's body sink onto his own. He could just about hear the breathy, heated pants she made as she worked inch by inch to take the full length of the horse. Pushing aside any notion of humility, he knew he was on the larger end of the stallion spectrum, and he could sense that she was struggling to take the last few inches closest to his crotch. Benji wanted to be as deep in her as he could, but he was thankful the mare wielded her control to ride as much of his length as she could take.

Soon she had found a rhythm where she would rise and fall, her body driving itself onto the swollen meat of the stallion's cock. Benji could feel how her folds wrapped around him, somehow both soft and tight simultaneously as they fed on his length. He also couldn't ignore the sensation of wetness swimming against his skin, envisioning how with every stroke Amanda's fluids would soak over his member's flesh until it shimmered in the light. The thought only made him harder, his cock surging to meet the mare's descent.

While Amanda worked herself with increasing fervor on the stallion, Benji could only continue to occupy himself by sinking into Dal's ass. After the stallion's tireless efforts of grinding his tongue in, through, and around the man's hole, he had worn Dal down until his rim was loose enough for Benji to feel himself sliding deeper. The tip of his snout, between his nostrils, lips, and chin, he could feel the slow, nearly imperceptible of the stallion's weight over him pressing down. Just as the mare was pulled down by gravity onto Benji's cock, so too was Dal easing further onto his face, his mouth submerged in the taste of the ass around it.

Between the mare on his cock and the stallion on his face, it was becoming too much to bear, especially when the plug in his own ass pressed in all directions and found the particular of his prostate. Yet even if he had tried to sound the alarm of his impending orgasm, the sound was summarily lost to the depths of Dal's hole, a bubbling, starving groan that rose from the pit of his gut. His cock felt like it might fire at any moment, oblivious to what spark might light the fuse and blow a hair trigger. His body felt tense, every fiber seized and coiled as if anticipating the climax hurtling towards him. Feebly he slapped his palms on Dal's thighs, kicked his legs behind Amanda, but he was already far too late. Suffocated beneath the horse and unable to stop himself, Benji resigned himself to the inevitable as it ripped through him.

Somewhere came the sound of a surprised albeit amused gasp as Benji's cock surged to its hardest point, followed all too quickly by pulse after heavy pulse of cum. He could feel himself being drained, his load streaming from his now-flared cock deep into the mare's cunt. Amanda pushed herself down hard onto the stallion, as if accepting the waves of cum pouring into her, filling her up until even Benji could feel the torrent spilling back on itself. It seeped from around her lips and raced in fine, greasy rivers down his shaft until it began to pool in the crevices of his abdomen. The horse bucked and ground against the bed over and over as initial euphoria began to wane into overstimulation, pushed further still until he had nothing more to give but his beleaguered cock still twitching inside the mare.

When she did finally spare him from his own body's throes of misfiring nerves, he was sincerely grateful, no matter whatever was to come next. Amanda let his cock slump to his stomach with a heavy, wet thump, his softening length landing in its own fluids, before she removed herself from his lap.

“There," she said, her voice traveling the distance from the bed itself to where Dal and the buried stallion were at its foot. Her tone was still remarkably casual, if only a little out of breath, given what she'd just taken from Benji. He bristled when, even under the horse's ass, he could smell the stench of his own cum steaming in the air. “He's all yours."

“Fucking finally."

As if to punctuate himself, Benji was hit by a sudden rush of warm, but thankfully fresh air - or as fresh as it was going to be. The room was still rife with sweat, cum, and then some, yet he breathed deep and rubbed his face, grateful that at least he had a reprieve between the two horses. He could still taste Dal, however, like the taste of the male was forever branded into his sinuses, and his body begged the chance to get up and stretch.

But when Dal merely traded places with Amanda, the stallion leaving Benji's field of view with the mare stepping in, any chance he might have had swiftly evaporated into the room's stale, swamped air.

Before him, he could see the mare's legs and little else above her midriff, more than enough for him to bear witness to the sight of Amanda's crotch. As she sauntered closer to him, his eyes trained on her pussy, her fur smeared in sticky trails and thick, oozing droplets of cum leaking from her folds. The closer she was, the stronger the scent, Benji's own, interspersed with the almost forgotten notes he had last tasted on Dal's fingers when the night began. He wet his lips, finding some carnal appetite churning within him as the mare widened her stance and lowered herself to Benji's face.

“Seems only fair you get a proper taste." Amanda pressed her bred cunt to his mouth with demanding firmness. “Just like you wanted."

Almost immediately, he was hit by the taste of his own load. Draining from the mare's pussy, oozing, winding strings of cum found their way in and around his mouth, smearing into the mess already left behind by Dal. Yet no sooner had he sucked mouthful after mouthful of warm horse seed from deep within the mare did the flavors start to blur into swill. Dal's cock, his ass, Amanda's vagina, his own cum, it was a stomach-turning cocktail of sex that Benji drank down gulp by gulp. Her paw was squeezing the back of his head, fingers through his mane, but she needn't have encouraged him. His tongue already dared probe for more, rising into the mare's pussy as hungrily scooped out his load resting deeper in. But Amanda's quiet, urgent moans of satisfaction were still music to his ears.

But the mare alone was not his sole focus, not when he could sense the stallion moving around him. With Amanda taking Dal's place at Benji's head, it seemed the two had very much swapped ends with the horse beneath them. Only the other stallion wasn't interested in the man's cock, though there wasn't much to do with the spent member hanging across his abdomen. Instead, he moved between Benji's legs, not over them, and went much further when he grasped at the male's knees to lift them up. He might have helped if he had either the energy or forethought to anticipate what Dal was doing, but he accepted when the horse rested his ankles atop his shoulders.

His attention snapped into place though when he felt the stallion's fingers picking at the base of the plug inside him. It didn't take Dal long to find purchase on the toy and start to pull, earning him a low groan from the horse in turn as the fat plug retreated from his ass. He felt it sag to the bed, slumped in a mix of drying lube, before yet another inevitability reminded him of who he was now dealing with.

The stallion's cock, still hard and slick with Benji's saliva, nestled its head against his gaping hole. Dal held himself there, as if giving the horse about to be impaled on his manhood a moment to realize what was about to happen, before he leaned forward and bore down on Benji's ass.

Despite having only just removed the plug, even Dal's size was comparatively thicker, and it took several long seconds for his weight to push past the stallion's entrance. When he did, however, he sunk forward with alarming speed, burying nearly half his shaft in the horse's rear in one motion. Benji would have gasped for air as the force rippled through him, but it only pushed him deeper into the creamy mess of the mare's cunt. Their bodies moved between him, Amanda's leaning over so that she could run her tongue through the cooling spill of cum on his stomach, Dal's paws darting under his ass and removing the plug from the bed. Or at least, that's what he assumed, as Benji found himself fraught from the invading mass of horse cock in his guts to the mare's sex seeping across his face and down his throat.

Dal began to work himself into a steady pace, his hips rutting into the stallion with long, steady thrusts that were unmistakably building over time. For now, it was manageable, but Benji could feel the horse digging deeper into him with each push forward, and each pull back seemed to stretch on and on. While the feeling of finally having something real and pulsing with lifeblood inside him was a welcome one, Benji couldn't ignore the deep, aching sensation of the horse descending through his guts and beyond. Having already been intimately acquainted with how far Dal's length could reach, he knew his bowel alone would not be enough as the horse sought to hilt himself completely in his ass.

As he felt the man's head begin to tap at his inner ring of muscle, Amanda pulled herself off Benji's face. He didn't necessarily mind, not when his load was very nearly cleaned dry from her cunt, but so far the horses had kept him occupied on both ends. For the mare to leave her post early meant that Benji had nothing more to focus on except the stallion slamming into him while thoughts of what Amanda was up to flittered away.

Benji raised his head up, Dal pulling the rest of his body further onto the bed, so that the horse could comfortably look to the stallion over him as he railed his hips back and forth. Their eyes met, Dal's paws once more taking hold of Benji's wrists, as he doubled the man over under him with each roll of his body. He fucked him with tireless determination, showing that he still had every ounce of ferocity when he had driven through his throat as he now did his ass. Benji could feel fresh sweat yearning across his skin, all his energy expended and still he had to endure. His guts sucked and shuddered through the thrusts, his expression plastered with a grimace as Dal punched over and over at his second hole from within until he yielded to him. He would have his way, Benji knew, so better to give him what he wanted than needlessly suffer, urging himself to relax as best he could.

It might just have been enough, a mercy if nothing else, as after a quick succession of five, maybe six pumps of the stallion's cock, he suddenly felt it. A sharp, tight pop of something inside him, the feeling of Dal's meat stretching its way just that little bit deeper than before. If Dal had also sensed it, he didn't let on, as no sooner had he broke through the barrier did he pull himself back. Then forward again, reaming through new ground as he sunk his cock into the stallion's innermost guts. Each time he was getting ever closer to being fully inside Benji, the man's face fixed in a hard, primal sight that conveyed nothing else but his singular arousal. Snorts and snarls would split between, spat from his lips with droplets of drool as he hung over Benji, moving with blistering speed and power. Benji could feel himself being pounded into the bed below, each savage shove forward squeezing him and the mattress below as Dal weighed over him.

When he felt something heavy slapping against the base of his tail, it took Benji a minute or two to realize the stallion was beginning to bottom out inside him. Throwing the full length of his cock from head to base, Dal didn't pause to acknowledge or celebrate the moment when his sack thumped flat at Benji's rump. He just kept going, Benji's body simmering around him as his dick drilled through his innards. Try as his limp cock might, he couldn't muster an erection of his own just yet, not with the pressure wearing him out from within on all sides. Only the painfully hard flesh of Dal's cock remained, sinking in and out of him as he turned yet another of Benji's holes into a tunnel for his meat. Deep down, Benji knew that it didn't exactly matter if he was enjoying the experience, not when he stared deeper into the stallion's eyes. He was there to be fucked, no matter which way Dal decided.

He whimpered in acceptance as Dal's cock pulsed in time with his grunts and growls.

Much like his own orgasm, he could see by the look behind the stallion's eyes that his climax was fast approaching. Like a freight train, it promised to rip through him and into the horse he was buried within, but it didn't stop Dal in the slightest. He didn't temper his pace, he didn't quicken his thrusts, he just kept a steady speed and ruthless intensity as he drove his cock over and over through Benji's guts. The stallion could feel him deeper than ever, every drive forward squeezing its way into his abdomen and beyond, and he felt impossibly full as Dal continued to sink right to the root of his dick. But his breathing faltered, a few racing pants escaping his lips, before he began to lose all control of his once well-timed body.

The horse groaned, huffed, and then howled, throwing his head back and his hips forward just in time for the first shot of his seed to course deep into Benji. Then there came a second, and a third, and a fourth, and soon Benji gave up counting as wave after wave of cum surged through him and filled up his guts. The heat swirled in uncomfortable patterns against his abdomen, the slick, swilling flood working into paths deeper inside and out around the impaled cock. Yet as Dal continued to cum, there just wasn't enough space for it to find, and soon Benji could feel it rising out of him, spluttering in uncouth spits of air and seed around his rim stretched along the stallion's fat girth.

He could also feel the man's flared head plugged deep inside him, especially when Dal began to pull himself back from the horse beneath. Benji had little time to react when the tingling, sparking sensations of the stallion dragging through his guts radiated along every inch of his being. Fits of trembles and shivers jittered through him as Dal withdraw his spent cock, erupting into a crescendo as the man finally yanked free his flare from his now well-bred hole. Benji meekly cried out in a moan, unable to process the feeling exactly as he should, but enough to know he thought it should be pleasurable. Collapsing back into the bed, he panted hard as he wallowed in the feeling of an ass full of cum and a gaping hole leaking its contents onto the sheets beneath.

It just wasn't enough though, not for Dal, nor for Amanda. The stallion was already shuffling back to Benji's head, his gaze locked in on the man's mouth as his slowly sagging cock, still slick with cum and goodness knows what else, closed in on his lips. Benji turned just in time for the stallion to press him close to his crotch, smearing every inch of his length along the man's face with an accompanying order.

“Go on, lick me clean me."

His face felt hot as he didn't think to even protest, doing as he was told the instant he heard Dal speak. His mouth was already open before he'd finished, his tongue already sliding its way through the filth of cum, lube, and spit, an all too familiar taste searing its way into his brain. Benji no longer cared how he looked, how much of a depraved degenerate he must have seemed eating ass, gulping down loads, getting railed from either end… He was just happy to be involved.

Amanda made her presence known as she pulled herself onto the bed. With Dal's place now vacant at the stallion's rear, it should have been no surprise that she saw it upon herself to take it. Except as Benji looked past the cum-slick shaft of Dal's cock riding against his face, he could see that that wasn't all the mare had done. Around her waist was something new, similar straps to the reins of his own body, only they were for a far different purpose as his eyes trailed across the dildo hanging from her crotch.

Latched into the harness around her waist, Amanda now wrestled with a monstrous toy modelled after what must have been a draft stallion. Larger than not just Dal's cock but Benji's as well, it was a spire of heavy, writhing silicone basked in a single shade of unfathomable black. Amanda just about managed to slam it right against the horse's gaping, leaking hole, and there was no hope of hiding what she planned to do with it.

It wouldn't fit. It couldn't possibly. Yet he felt the mare begin to push, and that dildo's brutal head began to force its way inside him. Benji should have fought back, pushed against the toy, but he could barely bring himself to do it as Amanda slid the very first inch inside.

It was going to fit. She was going to make it fit.

From overhead, still pushing his cock to the horse's mouth as he sucked clean his stale load, Dal couldn't seem to resist the moment.

“Once he's got me hard again, I'm gonna join you back there."

Benji didn't hear a response, but he felt the dildo start to push, and then it sank inside.