Battle Hooves vs Warhorse
#1 of Battles...
Battle Hooves vs Warhorse
Clip clop clip clop... the hollow sound of hooves on stone ring off the marble walls. Loud in the confines of the tunnel, but as the big Stallion stepped out into the arena they were drowned out by the roar of the crowd. "The Coliseum!" The big honey golden Stallion snorted, in disbelief at the Zebracorns choice of settings. "Guess having magic really does come in handy." He muttered under his breath as he starred up at the crowd of furs watching. Spotting the familiar battered muzzle of a Zebra he'd recently defeated. The big draft horse smirked, and pranced around the arena triumphantly. He was the standing Champion after all... the Zebracorn had challenged him. The Crowd hooted and booed, but of course the Zebracorn had been the one who assembled them. So of course they would not be a friendly crowd to the Warhorse. But it hardly mattered he would beat the Zebracorn and use him all the same!
At that moment Hooves stepped out from the far side of the arena. The crowd roared with cheers and applause as the hometown boy trotted out. And strolled across the sand covered floor to stand opposite the towering golden Stallion. The white and black striped Zebracorn looked small compared to Warhorse. What made the runt think he could take on the bigger, stronger, and much more experienced stud! The Zebracorns black lips curled up into a friendly if superior smile. As he looked over the big golden Stallion, they were both naked as agreed. Tho' the Warhorse still wore his spiked studded leather fighting gauntlet.
"You can still get out of this undamaged..." Hooves said softly. "All ya gotta do is apologize for the Zebra remarks, and admit you were wrong." His careless friendly manner was irritatingly casual, and his tone was of one who thought that this victory was already accomplished. It pissed the big golden Warhorse off to no end.
"The truth is the truth and if you don't wanta suck on that, you can suck on this!" He growled clutching the throbbing erection already starting with his sheath. The zebracorn smile turned darker as he heard those words.
"When I win... I'm going to add that to my collection!" He threatened softly, knowing that his magical unicorn powers would make winning a sure thing. But the heavily muscled golden stud is smiling faint.
"Of course in the interest of fairness..." He shouts for everyone to hear. "You should wear this..." He tossed a small object at the Zebracorn... who reached up and caught it automatically. The small golden circlet glittered with fiery runes, and the instant it touched the Zebracorn. It vanished from his hand and appeared on his Horn, sealing off most of his magical abilities.
"What treachery is this?!?" Hooves staggered back as if dealt a heavy blow, big three fingered hands scrambling to yank the ring off. But the binding magic held it tight, and the Zebracorn could not remove it!
"No treachery..." Warhorse snickered. "Only leveling of the playing field!" He flexed his powerful muscles popping joints as he sneered down at the smaller equine. "Still want play... for my goods?" He smirked. "Maybe I'll start a collection of my own... a big black one would look good on the shelve." The Zebracorn now looked decidedly less confident, but the experience Warhorse could also see anger. The Zeb wanted to give up... but couldn't not in front of all these fans. And not when he was as mad as he was at the moment...
"When I'm finished you'll have to change your name to gelded horse!" Hooves spits angrily.
"Bring it on!" The big golden stallion snarls dropping into his fighting stance. As the two powerfully build equines begin to slowly circle each other. Warhorse watches his striped opponent intently as he moves, watching for an opening. And is somewhat surprised when the smaller Zebracorn launches a groin kick. He hadn't expected Hooves to attack first, but was unsurprised by his tactic. Or perhaps latch of tactic; it was so predictable and easily blocked. But then the Zebracorn's flinty hoof halted in mid kick and his fist lashed out. So the little striper did have some tricks, but it was nothing Warhorse hadn't seen before. He rolled his head and let the hard fist slide off his cheek. As the crowd roared with excitement, the favorite had landed the first blow! Of course they had no way of knowing just how in effective that blow was. Warhorse instantly turning, this maneuver spinning into a roundhouse back kick. That caught his smaller attacker in the hip and sent him staggering side ways. Instantly he followed up chasing after the Zebracorn... pressing his advantage. The Zebracorn lashed out with a sidekick, catching the pursuing Warhorse in the mid thigh.
But it was a desperate move, and the kick lacked any real power. The bigger Stallion shrugged it off, and delivered a crushing left cross to Hooves jaw. And the Zebracorn went down, but instantly spins onto his hands to deliver a powerful mule kick with both legs. Those flinty rock hard hooves driving into the tawny stallion's groin! Both hooves landed with a resounding ‘Thwack!' Only the thick heavy muscles of the Warhorse's massive thigh's saved his jewels from being ruptured! As it was he was sent to his knee's both big hand's clutching his wounded male hood. Now it was the zebracorn who quickly moved to take advantage. Back up right, he raced up to the big tawny Stallion. Dropping a swift series of punches on that handsome muzzle, that left the big Warhorse bleeding from lips and nostrils. The powerful draft horse lifted his arms trying to defend, but the Zebracorn's punches fell to swift and hard to be easily deflected. And soon the bigger horse was swaying back and forth, his eyes looking glazed and dull. Grabbing a handful of mane Hooves yanked that proud head up. As he stepped in close... his long black cock hanging stiffly from its sheath. Playfully he caressed the bigger stallion's bleeding lips with his big blunt cock head. Smearing silver equine pre over them as he prepared to enjoy his conquest.
Warhorse's might body seemed to sag to one side, them like a rocket his massive fist shot up! The spike studded heavy leather gloved fist driving into Hooves exposed testicles. ‘Whump...POP...' Once and then a second time ‘WHUMP... POP!' each blow landing on the Zebracorns scrotum... each blow smashing an orb within!
"EEEEEEEIAIAIEIEEEE!" Hooves squealed as his body was lifted off the ground with each blow! He came down in a lump of the sandy ground, grunting and moaning softly only half conscious. The crowd, which had been screaming and cheering loudly fell almost silent. As the big draft horse grabbed his fallen opponent, and rolled him over muzzle down. That huge cock full aroused and dribbling pre-cum as he lifted the Zebracorns short tail. Pressing his big blunt cock head against that taut black tail hole. He plunged in... and a roar went up from the crowd... it seems they love a winner! Hooves eyes snapped open wide, and he moaned loudly as that mighty organ. Explained louder than words who was the winning Stallion and who was the losing mare! The big draft horse rammed himself in and out swift and savagely. Taking as much pleasure from the screaming cheering crowd as the Zebracorn's tight rump!
Reaching down he fondled the mushy remains within Hooves batter sack. "Not much here to collect." He snickered breathlessly, as he draw closer and closer to orgasm. Hooves just moaned and thrust his rump up into those hard pounding thrusts. As Warhorse gave a loud ‘Whinny!' and exploded inside of his vanquished foe, filling the Zebracorns rump with his sticky seed! Standing he pulled out of Hooves tail hole rough, splattering cum over his prone body.
Then reach down and removed the magical ring from the Zebracorn's horn. "I'll just keep this... encase you ever get the balls to challenge me again." At once Hooves magical protections returned and his testicles began to regenerate. In a days time he would be whole once again... But that hardly matter... for right now the big draft horse owned his ass for the night! "Come on geldie... lets go somewhere private for round two..." "We'll put that smart mouth of yours to good use!" Warhorse called over his shoulder as he strolled out of the arena to wild cheers!
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