Community Servicing
Every society, no matter how old or recent, has their own take on how to mete out punishment to those members who have been found in contempt of the rules of the community.
In one particular town of a population consisting of a mix of one hundred or so horses and humans, discipline of their own takes on a far more utilitarian turn as an unfortunate human discovers.
Being a town of miners and woodcutters, many of the residents consist of solitary adult males but a few stallions have brought their sons with them to learn the trades which will sustain them.
Naturally, being a community of male citizens leaves all residents wanting for one instinctive urgent type of relief.
So, any member who does wrong in any matter whatsoever toward their fellow neighbors is tried justly and thus convicted to a specified alotment and severity of community service.
Minor crimes elicit hours with only a mild level of abuse, but more severe infractions often require a firmer touch--namely from the stallions themselves.
For an incident of driving negligence that almost ends in horseslaughter of one of the stallion's young colt's, Ralph finds himself on the receiving end of small town justice where a town is hungry for hard punishment.
Community Servicing
There was an umistakable electricity in the air as a palomino sheriff read off from a clipboard. The stallion patiently recited a punishment from the parchment blowing in the wind as two other horses held him in place by his arms.
"By clear indication of guilt, this county finds you in contempt of the community compact in regards to your offenses and has therefore placed before you a fitting punishment to fit the severity of the incident."
Ralph looked wildly to the sides hoping for any chance of escape no matter how slight even as the sheriff licked unsated equine lips and stared coldly into his face with the anonymity of sunglasses.
"Does the accused have any last words for the record before he is sentenced?" The stallion mused, a grim grin on his face and an apparent bulge in his dun docker slacks.
"Mercy! What this court asks is cruelty! I cannot handle what the bylaws require of me as penance!"
The sheriff snickered in response, shaking his withers and mane as he nodded for the two impromptu stallion guards to continue their duty. "You will take your punishment as other before you have. This is not a death sentence and this court intends no lasting harm upon you. It is merely a period of community service as is expected from all of us who break the laws. Don't be too quick to forget your own justice upon many of us. Now the wheel has turned and your fortune has run out."
He screamed and fought the two muscular creatures without any hope of success as they fastened his body into a weather-beaten leather bondage horse; straps baring his naked body on all fours ever expectantly like a mare for breeding as the rear of the padded frame lifted his ass for easy access even as one of the stallions secured the gag bridle into his mouth.
His breath calmed as his body struggled and found that he had been secured and any fighting was pointless.
Nearby, the sheriff erected the customary privacy tent over the filled bondage stocks. A flimsy shelter to give protection from sun, rain, and chilly winds as well as to give the victim and his various punishers a private place for him to serve out his community services.
Despite the clear horror that would soon come upon him, Ralph was grateful for this token measure of empathy as it would be too much to also be turned into a freakshow for anyone bored enough to want to come watch.
They then left him all alone in the tent as each citizen walked back to their respective house. Ralph was stuck in this restraint for well over two months; allowing each male more than ample time to visit their lust upon him.
Two or three hours, uncertain steps led into his private little hell. Ralph assumed that it was a human because of the size and presence behind him, but the smell instantly washed over him like a mist of masculinity.
A dark sensation rolled in his stomach as he realized his first punishment would be at the hands of a horse not yet old enough to wield an ax. This was humiliation, certainly. Ralph did not hold any notions of being able to take a full-size stallion in his ass, but considering the severity of his punishment, the tiny cock of some pony teen was beyond his pride.
He waited. Long moments he waited for the little horse to take his turn and break in his tight hole for all those who would follow. But a heavy hesitation lingered in the air as if a question no one wanted to ask, but everyone had to know.
"I should relish this, Mr. Bandsmen. I should take pleasure in my revenge upon you after what you almost did..."
Ralph listened intently to his own victim, thoughts burning themselves into his mind as if brands. What admission was this? The human couldn't understand why the young colt denied such an opportunity. In his experience, horny stallions always took advantage of a good situation whenever they could. This was clearly a surprise.
"It's your right to do this. I might have been drunk, but that's no excuse for murder." He found himself saying.
Logically, he shouldn't be arguing with the horse as it would prolong the time he had until someone finally got horny.
But justice decreed by the people is inevitable; as long as it is wanted by a community, there is little choice in the matter except to accept what punishment was coming.
Horses often believe in a rapid succession of painful, humiliating punishments (like rape) before welcoming the convicted affectionately back in their ranks as if nothing had happened. Such was the way of equus, and Ralph enjoyed it. There were no hard feelings or grudges, and it was a surprisingly effective discipline system.
After all, at heart, no one was truly evil; they simply made mistakes or grew misguided for a time. Humanity had a habit of continually punishing their own irregardless of how long they spent in prison.
Yes, it would undoubtably hurt, but Ralph would rather be raped by every male in the community than go to prison for eleven or so years and be ostracized from society anway for the rest of his life.
"Your justice is here. Do as you wish of me, Brennan. As the sheriff dictates, as the town dictates, I will face my penance and thus be vindicated back to my former life. Don't be bothered by it, gentle soul, what I face in my community service is far more merciful than what any court of men can do to me."
Yet the colt resisted; for compassion as well as lust were conditions of the equine heart. It struck Ralph in an amusing way to finally notice that. Would they hurt him or take a more tender approach?
He could not forget that there was the instinct and the desire in the equine body; that mares were fucked as savagely as straw dummies for bayonet practice. That stallions grew more patient with age, but many a stud in this town was young, yet!
Outside, light waned out into nothingness as the shine of a naked body drifted into his eyes. How much need for release there was in those twitching thighs, but the little equine body brimmed with enough compassion to offset his baser instincts.
"Should I stay with you? I can. As long as one servicing male remains in the tent, none other shall bother you. Nobody would raise a fuss of me being in here for so long; I am the victim and punishment is my right first."
Ralph stiffened in those stocks, hearkened by such merciful words. Rarely had he heard a horse say such things. Stallions typically fucked the accused and went on their way in a cloud of bludgeoned apathy.
But he must not forget why he was here--why he had been put here. "It is your right, just as you deserve justice, I deserve penance. It is my wish to seek atonement."
The shiny golden fur of the young colt boy slid into his view; an un-erected sheath leaking with horse juice streamers to the packed earth of the tent floor. "Your atonement will definitely hurt." The little stallion remarked with grim humor. "It would be unimaginable for any human to know."
"It is as town law decrees. Surely, kind as you are, you do not have the resolve to stay here for an entire two months." Ralph reasoned, rubbing his aching thighs together to scratch an itch on his crotch.
There was a long silence and a sigh of exasperation; as though from some convicted murderer who knew that he was going to die. "No." The colt finally admitted.
"So you save me a night...maybe you save me several hours of pain...but it is all inevitable; you will have to leave for work or some other task, and your replacement will be swift."
More hesitation as Ralph then heard something squishy and sloppy behind him--and then something cold and sticky was dabbed on his ass. Even as the human found himself shivering in discomfort from the sensation, two or three thick fingers massaged his asshole to make it relax. "Then if my leaving is undeniable as you say, then it would be wise if your first community servicing was as gentle as possible to prepare you for the others to follow. I make no lies about my species; their sexual hunger is more ravenous than the appetite of a piranha."
Ralph winced as he felt the floppy little horsecock bounce on his bent over ass several times, each second growing larger than he could handle.
Then the sloppy head was poised at his backdoor--and slid in as easily as a professional cat burglar in the night. Long inches crept into his ass like a crawling tentacle along the slippery slope of j-lube veterinary lubricant kept nearby.
Was this what it felt like to be fucked? As Ralph's cock stiffened between his folded thighs, he couldn't imagine something like this causing any pain.
The palomino stuffed his spongy shaft all the way into his virgin passage and sighed from the jubilant tightness of an unused ass. "Oh yes; It's going to hurt when they fuck you. I'm going as slow as I can and we both love it, but adult stallions have cocks ten times bigger than mine and I shudder to think about that in such a pretty black cherry as yours." The colt hurred out in sympathy, laying his warm body over Ralphs' prostrated form to cuddle and share warmth.
Ralph, who was not particularly into homosexuality or anal sex, found all the erotic sensations suddenly energizing and enjoyed every second and every touch. The thrusts came faster, but his butt instinctively caved with the blows; buttocks absorbing the impact like airbags as the naked sunny foal-boy began a faster pace in his ass. A galloping, jarring, anal ride shattered into him and made him snap his teeth involuntarily with each impact of muscled horse loin.
Gold horses were quite pretty; kings of horses with flesh toned in the sunlight with physiques to match Adonis in a flourishing elegant way. It placed great demand on Ralph to worship that humping frantic form--to utterly beg for more from equine gods.
Strange, he supposed, that the sudden euphoria of anal sex reduced him to a submissive state of climaxing devotion. What a power the horse declared, and the human had only met a little one--not even a pony!
"Maybe you'll love it someday." The colt boy observed, rubbing Ralph's nipples and belly. "But not tomorrow." His blue eyes gleamed with hidden beaty and love; rheumy with unshed tears and shined like those of a forest doe. They were filled with much thought and keen interest. "No, tomorrow, I know for certain that you will not be prepared. Even tonight, no matter what I do, it will almost be for naught as your body will not adapt to rough sex in one single tryst. I only hope to make your first time a warm and pleasureable experience that you may draw strength upon."
Ralph held his breath as those thighs slowed for a moment--and then the little garter snake of a cock slithered back into his passage to continue the unannounced waves of anal-induced pleasure.
He wanted more. He wanted it all so bad like a musty masculine drug--a syringe of horsemeat injected into his rump with such a voracious high that the fullness and bottomless sensations of equine delight could not be discarded for he had become addicted to stallion cock just as surely as heroine, and it was a craving that beat long needy waves through his body.
Long slippery cock slid back and forth through his ass like some obsene part ripped from a raging engine; fire seemingly bellowed from the colt's nares with the satisfying smell of carrots, oats, and hay. He SMELLED so good. Ralph wanted to melt...wanted to wrap his whole body and soul all over that cock and become a permanent extenstion of whatever equine rod would penetrate his body.
It was a strange alien desire that found him desperately trying to fling his body back against the certain stony flow of cock even as his ass failed in vain to embrace it--to trap the heavenly extension in his body. This was not love; it was an entanglement of male hormones and need--one requiring the other desperately for primal release.
Perhaps he was part mare. Ralph could never tell for sure given the amount of mixed breeding in his family tree over thousands of years with his English colonist HUMAN ancestors and the native EQUINE Blackhoof tribe of the westernmost Montana wilderness.
And perhaps the diluted amount of horse in his blood craved the seed from its own that it so remarkably craved through his mostly human body.
The colt nibbled his ear and seized him about the waist in an embrace. "You have stallion and mare in you." The young horse declared. "They recognise me even as I smell them escaping your breath."
Ralph shivered in reverence of that statement; of that implied presence of equine nobility. "My ancestors were human and Blackhoof." He found himself offering; just as easily as he offered his own body.
"Hmmmm...maybe the others will smell the horse in you and gain compassion." He whispered, his thrusts no longer jerky and animated, but long strokes of warm firmness as his glans hardened into a flare and scrubbed him clean like a flesh sponge.
And then...
For a long moment, Ralph thought of nothing as his long-forgotten horse genes rejoiced as the many waves of stallion juice splashed into his body with every certain pulse of the little stud's jerking cock and twitching thighs.
It had become a celebration inside of him, even as the palomino lay over his back to rest as though he were a mare and that hot cock stuck to his insides like glue as cum leaked out of his squirming, winking crack.
It was clear in this moment that his equine heritage had been reaffirmed. His body and subconscious mind did not seek punishment or atonement; they sought the tradition of equine society that would embrace them into the delicate interweaving of horse society as a purpose washed over his mind like the meditating calmness of a waterfall to a Buddhist monk.
"Such a small act, but now I know where I belong. I service the community, and they service me." Ralph mused, as the little stud noisily smacked his lips in a tired sex-induced yawn. "It will not hurt for you, then. The mare inside that body always knew what it desired." The colt replied sleepily, then collapsed on his back in half-slumber.