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The gruff bouncer checked his ID and allowed Martyn to enter with a jerk of his head and a grunt. The slim horse tried to push the door open, but it was solid, heavy wood, and Martyn settled for slipping through the small gap.

Moody lighting illuminated the lounge and small red LEDs from active cameras blinked in the corners of the room. There were several sections of leather sofas arranged in semicircles around tables that held coasters carrying whiskey on the rocks. Some of the powerfully built furs sharing the space held lit cigars and exhaled heavy clouds of smoke. A few heads turned in the horse's direction.

He descended several stairs into the den with forced confidence. Compared to everyone else in the room, Martyn was coltish and underdressed compared to the harnesses, leather pants, and heavy boots most of the patrons wore.

Martyn sat at the bar. The bartender—a broad-chested, leather-harnessed badger with a greying beard—gave him a once-over, but Martyn was too nervous to meet his eyes for more than a second. The shelves and cabinets behind the bar carried only spirits, and, resigned to that, Martyn ordered a whiskey for himself. Fancy shaped ice clinked in the glass when he picked it up and took a sip. It was much stronger liquor than he was used to, but he suffered through it while he scanned the room.

The barstool beside him creaked. The patron beside him had deceptively quiet footsteps for his thick rugby build. His defined, hirsute chest and built arms drew Martyn's eyes, but an amused exhale forced his eyes above the muscle and to the face of the man beside him. The horse's hole trembled around the plug inside him.

Gold rings adorned his tusks, and his large ears, pierced with over a dozen glimmering rings, were fanned out along the sides of his head. The elephant already towered over Martyn and his ears seemed to make him even larger.

Before he could stop them, Martyn's eyes drifted downward, and then lower still, to the barely-covered bulge between the elephant's legs.

“You gonna stare, or you gonna say something?"

Martyn's eyes snapped to meet the stranger's and he swallowed. “Martyn," he said, forgetting the other parts of the introduction.

The stranger leaned against the bar and Martyn unintentionally mirrored the motion. The elephant smirked. “Chad," he said. “What're you doing in a place like this, pony?"

“I…" He looked around the room and back up to Chad. Everyone in the room certainly knew why he was here. “I'm not a pony."

“Came looking for trouble, huh?" He leaned in and Martyn maintained position. Chad snaked his trunk under Martyn's chin, tilting his head farther back while he leaned in and locked eyes.

Chad must have seen something he liked.

Martyn wasn't sure what happened between Chad's intense stare and himself on his knees in front of the elephant. He found himself suddenly undoing the strained buttons of Chad's leather pants. The material fell and the elephant's soft cock—thicker and longer than Martyn's arm, studded from base to tip with a Jacob's ladder and topped with a large prince albert ring—sat tantalizingly in front of his nose.

Chad put a hand on Martyn's head while he held his pierced cock with the other. He lined up the thick head of his cock with Martyn's open mouth and dragged him forward onto it without any decorum. The elephant's cock—soft, yet firm—thudded against the back of Martyn's throat. He had little time to process the studs and ring against his tongue before Chad snapped his hips forward and forced the rest of his cock down his throat, cutting off Martyn's air supply. The barbell piercings dragged along the inside of his throat and Martyn raised a hand to feel the stretch in his neck. He trailed his fingers over the piercings bulging his throat while the lack of air began to make him dizzy.

Chad jerked him off his cock by the ears and Martyn gasped for breath. The elephant's hands grasped his entire head.

“Breathe, boy," Chad said. “You gotta be awake for the rest of this."

Martyn pulled his head back, but the protest was false and short-lived. Gripping his cock by the base, Chad flopped it down onto the horse's face with a heavy thud.

“Let's see that little cock of yours."

A blush tinged his cheeks, and simultaneously, Martyn's cock twitched.

“Get up."

Martyn pulled away, testing, but Chad grabbed him by both ears again and forced him to stand.

“Come on, now. I told you what I want."

Martyn, shivering with anticipation, unbuttoned his pants and took out his half-hard cock. Though he was a horse, his was nowhere near as impressive as Chad's elephantine cock.

“That's real cute," Chad said. He bent a little at the knees to wrap his rough hand around Martyn's cock; the horse exhaled with a shiver and pressed into the touch. “You're wet like a bitch already." Chad dragged his thumb across the precum beading at Martyn's cockhead.

Martyn put a hand on Chad's forearm—the stimulation was too much already—but before he knew it, he had his back pressed against the bar, Chad leaning over him, trunk wrapped around the arm Martyn had previously set on him.

“You do what I say when I say, got that?"

There was only one valid response: “Yes, sir."

Chad pressed his thumb harder against Martyn's cock, teasing around the edge of his pisshole. Martyn leaned into the touch, overstimulating as it was, but a gruff command forced him to slump back and fight the urge to get more.

Then, before Martyn could comprehend what was happening, that thumb slipped past the resistance at his cockhead.

His hips bucked and Martyn gasped. The finger stretching the inside of his cock was like nothing he'd felt before. He looked down and could barely appreciate the view, cock gripped as it was by the rest of Chad's fist. The elephant pressed his thumb deeper, up to the first knuckle, and Martyn wasn't sure if he felt pain or pleasure. An alien sensation danced up his cock, which pulsed in Chad's hand. Whatever it was, he wanted more.

Martyn looked to his side and gained a brief moment of lucidity within sub space. A few more patrons were sitting at the bar now with their drinks and cigars, heads turned to the spectacle taking place in front of them. Martyn's whole body was hot.

Chad pressed his thumb in to the second knuckle in Martyn's wet cockhole. What few sparks of pain there were began to intertwine with mounting pleasure.

The elephant slipped his thumb out and slid in two other fingers before Martyn had time to process. A whinnying moan slipped past his clenched teeth as his hips jerked. This was already better than having his ass used. The insides of his cock, virgin to date, were so prickling-sensitive that Martyn swore he could feel Chad's fingerprints on the inside.

“You like me finger-fucking your little cock?" Chad said; Martyn's cock trembled around his fingers. There was a smirk almost hidden beneath his trunk. Chad bent his head to secure Martyn's wrists with that trunk and pulled him away from the bar while his fingers slipped out of his cock.

Martyn was achingly empty. He struggled feebly against Chad's grip, body shuddering and shivering for more.

“Come over here, boy." Chad dragged Martyn by his wrists over to a long leather sofa and threw him down onto his back.

The throw knocked the wind out of him, but the rough treatment did nothing to lessen the throbbing in his eager cock. The sofa creaked with Chad's weight suddenly on top of it, one leg straddling the small horse. Panting, Martyn looked up at the bull elephant leaning over him. Both their cocks were hard, Martyn's on the edge of flaring despite what little touch he'd gotten.

“Does your cock want more?" Chad teased; it only made Martyn throb. He gave a singular nod and lifted his hips. “Good pony."

Martyn still wasn't a pony, but he was too lust-hazy to protest.

Chad shoved two fingers in cock again—Martyn's hips bucked and he whinnied. The elephant over him smirked as he pressed his fingers as deep as they could go and then fanned them, stretching Martyn's cockhead far past its normal dimensions. It stung—burned, almost, in the same way his ass did if he wasn't prepped. Martyn shuddered as Chad backed his fingers out without closing them, spreading the stretch through his aching pisshole. When Chad's fingers popped out, Martyn's cockhead gaped open a centimeter, begging for more.

The dom chuckled. He slid his fingers in again, fanning and closing them on slow repeat until Martyn's entire body was trembling. It ached, but as the insides of his cock loosened, the stretch became better than being bred. The pleasure only mounted, zapping through him when Chad slid a third finger into his precum-drenched cockhole. It slowly relinquished its tightness as Chad thrust his fingers in.

A virtual stream of precum leaked from Martyn's cock, lubricating Chad's fourth finger, plunged as deeply inside him as the other three. The elephant's thumb teased around Martyn's cockhole with every thrust and fan until his cock, aching to come, was suddenly stretched to a limit Martyn couldn't have fathomed; Chad had slid his thumb in. His cockhead stretched as though inflated by a balloon, but the force inside was so much firmer.

It was both more than he could take and less than he wanted. His body protested, but the sting of the sudden stretch only tingled the masochistic sensibilities in the rear of his psyche. Martyn gasped as though drowning and pressed his hips forward, but couldn't get Chad's hand farther down his cock. When the elephant began to withdraw, the horse whimpered and met his eyes, but Chad only smirked and suddenly plunged his fist forward.

Pleasure so intense he thought he might faint jolted through Martyn's aching cock. With blurry vision he looked down, eyes tracing the bulge of Chad's fist and forearm all the way down to the base of his cock. Without the elephant's arm fitting inside him like a glove, his cock could never be so large.

Somehow, Chad continued to press forward. Martyn whinnied a moan as his fist pressed even deeper. Chad extended his first two fingers and prodded at something that sent a spasm of pleasure through not only Martyn's cock, but through his plugged ass. The elephant's fingers crept forward farther and farther still—Martyn nearly convulsed with the ache to come—until their tips bumped against a tight spot.

It was like Martyn was a virgin again, having his ass used for the first time, except this time the sensation was at the entrance to his bladder. The tight opening of his bladder shuddered against Chad's fingers until, finally, lust made it fail and the two fingers slid in with a stinging flare of pleasure.

Chad stretched the opening to his bladder the same way he'd stretched Martyn's cockhead. His prostate and bladder, wrapped tight around Chad's hand, ached with otherworldly pleasure that Martyn couldn't have imagined in his wildest fantasies.

The dom began to withdraw his hand from Martyn's stretched cock, but once his fist was at the horse's cockhead, he thrust it forward again, stretching the horse's cock all at once and slamming his fingertips into Martyn's bladder. Every sensation he'd felt until now ran through him, doubled, all at once. Then Chad did it again. And again. Martyn could only tremble as Chad assaulted his cock, slamming his fist forward again and again until, with a pop so intense Martyn went temporarily blind and deaf, Chad's fist forced its way into his bladder.

Martyn didn't hear the noise he made—he knew only that it had clawed its way out of his throat like a wild animal. He looked down his body again, to his cock wrapped tight around Chad's arm and the bulge of the fist in his bladder, before his head was suddenly too heavy and it fell back onto the couch.

Another pop rocked his body when Chad pulled his fist out of Martyn's bladder and slowly pulled his arm back until Martyn's cock was empty once more, pisshole gaping far more than a centimeter.

“M… more," Martyn croaked.

Chad smirked down at him and wrapped his hand around Martyn's stretched cock. He held his own cock in his other hand and aligned it with the horse's tip.

He wanted it so bad. He needed it. Every bit of Martyn's cock ached for the one pressing against his gaping cockhole. He had barely pushed against it when, all at once, Chad shoved his cock in until the broad head slammed against the entrance to Martyn's bladder. The end of every barbell in Chad's ladder raked along his insides, dragging through him a mixed-up sensation that had him whimpering and shuddering. The wide ring—hard, unyielding—slipped into his bladder.

The dom pulled back, and with another smooth thrust, his cockhead popped through Martyn's bladder and slammed against its back wall. It was like a punch to the gut—if a punch to the gut were the most confusingly twisted pleasure one could experience. The parts of him never meant to be touched ached with the alien sensation that the horse's primally aroused mind began to cultivate into pleasure.

Chad pulled back just far enough to leave Martyn's prostate and bladder untouched, then slammed forward again. And then he did it once more. And then he really, truly, began to fuck Martyn's cock.

Never in his life had anyone fucked his ass as hard as Chad fucked his cock. The bull elephant used it and his bladder like a masturbator, rocking his insides with every rough press and making his bladder slacken more and more every time Chad's cockhead slipped out and then back in again. It felt—good. Bad? No—amazing.

Time as a concept ceased to exist. Every one of Martyn's senses was homed in to the pleasure as he slowly melted into little more than a heap of meat being used by the hung stranger that towered above him.

Chad grunted and Martyn snapped to his senses.

“Better get ready for my load, boy."

Martyn knickered and wrapped his legs around Chad's waist.

“Good boy."

Chad fucked him harder—a feat Martyn thought impossible. One more thrust was all he needed for his body to suddenly jerk, plugged cock spasming around Chad's continually thrusting cock, bladder clenching around his cockhead.

And then, with one last long scrape of piercings inside Martyn's cock and Chad's cockhead thumping against the back of his bladder, bulging his belly impossibly, the elephant grunted and flooded Martyn's bladder with cum. Each thick, hot rope thumped his insides and pleasure spiked throughout his abused bladder.

Martyn's legs went limp and fell to the couch, then Chad stood again. His cock slipped from Martyn's newly abused hole. The horse's bladder failed to close, and his cock, now limp against his stomach, gaping as wide as his own fist as though begging to be fucked again, leaked cum.

“Don't fall asleep now, boy. We got guys waiting for you."

Martyn lolled his head to the side and then gulped. Five other burly furs, three of them graying salt-and-pepper, stood waiting, cocks hard from the show.

“More," Martyn begged feebly, gaping bladder and cock eager for anything anyone would give him. The group needed no more encouragement, and shortly there was a cock in front of his mouth, a hand grabbing his aching cock, and another stranger pulling the plug out of Martyn's starved ass.

This was going to be a long, interesting night.