A Moment Not For The Memoirs

#62 10th Street Zere City

5th of April, 11:21 AM

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The Labrador Retriever was up bright, but not early for once. Whereas he normally clambered out of bed for seven AM and was ready for half past, today Wilhelm had a lie in. It was good to relax his old muscles in bed rather than rush about his home tidying, dusting and cooking for himself. He rarely got a moment of free time, if he ever did he'd get outside for a breath of fresh air and write a memoir or two. They'd be on anything, how busy his day had been, what was going on the world, how pretty the birds were... His memoirs were his legacy in a way. They documented everything noteworthy, from his cubhood when his old man had convinced him to start to present day, with a large gap in his teens when he'd considered taking memoirs too girly and cubish to continue, before picking him again soon after his father died. The Labrador Retriever chuckled at the memory of how headstrong he'd been as a teen, perhaps his nostalgia would be worth jotting a memoir down on when he had the time.

Walking proudly and with a confident, energetic pace into the bathroom, Wilhelm performed his morning ablutions then dressed in casual slacks, suspenders, plaid shirt and loafers. He collected the latest memoir pad from a drawer, he had stacks of them in total, and pushed it into his pocket. Recently, he seemed to be writing more and more memoirs; good for when the dementia set in, Wilhelm mused to himself.

Whistling, he pulled on his juniper colored farmer's coat and was out the door.

He had plenty to do, Tuesday was his shopping day and on top of that he needed to buy things that weren't on the normal list: an alarm for one, considering that his alarm failed to go off in the morning. This wasn't too much of a bother, but the dog did like to keep to schedules.

Time ticked on as he drove around Zere, picking up everything he needed. Unable to find an alarm clock, he left that unchecked on his list along with the dairy products. He refused to buy any dairy at the markets, corner stores and co-ops he visited for one reason: he had a special place he liked to get his dairy needs from.

It was a corner store that had been standing for years with many loyal, frequent customers. Not only that, but it sold the best milk in Zere. It was convenient to have every dairy product on the planet all in one shop, plus it was cheaper than anywhere else. Wilhelm took his time, despite knowing the layout and locations of everything in the shop so well he could get everything he needed blindfolded, seeing as how it had only just turned four in the afternoon. Four hours shopping, Wilhelm was getting slower. Then again, his car wasn't the fastest, his legs weren't as young as they used to be and there were new things on the list.

As the Labrador Retriever approached the checkout, the cashier (a friend for years) smiled to him and joked:

"What's wrong Lord Wilhelm, did you have trouble finding your slippers?" Paul, a jocular, graying otter who was twenty years younger than the Labrador remarked.

"Lord? Since when have you used my title." Wilhelm replied with a smile. "No, I was late getting out of bed. My alarm failed to go off, which is new."

Paul scanned the items in at an expert rate, then dropped them into the bag that Wilhelm held open for him; they made a surprisingly good team.

"Then perhaps it's time you bought a new one." Paul shrugged. "Now I'm not saying we stock those, unless of course if you want me to craft one out of butter?" The otter grinned as he adjusted his tie.

It was a strange hobby, talent almost, of Paul's to shape objects out of the many slabs of butter he had, but (come morning) the fruit of his hard, but slippery labor would have melted into a yellow puddle on his kitchen counter; not that the otter cared much.

"No, thank you. Though, I do think I should invest in a new alarm clock, any suggestions?"

"I don't know any by brand name, but the mega-store sells quality ones; that's where I got mine and it's lasted at least ten years!"

"The megastore? Ah, yes! The one on the other side of the park! Thank you, Paul. I'll go there right away." Wilhelm chuckled, cracking a smile for the first time that day.

Wilhelm leaned over the counter to pat the otter on the back, only for the mustelid to vigorously shake his forepaw goodbye. He then proceeded to address the next customer who wasn't spoken to with as much bonhomie as Wilhelm was.

He stacked in the dairy alongside the rest of his groceries and shopping before closing it. Getting into the driver's seat, he slipped the keys into the ignition and pressed down on the pedal. Wilhelm's car had always been silent and slow, so for a moment he was sure that the old girl was just having a hard time starting up. Then dog realized he wasn't even budging an inch. None of the lights in his car were on and the headlights didn't kick in either.

Now the jumper cables he'd kept in the boot weren't so useless after all.

The Labrador Retriever hopped out and locked his car before putting his head around the door to Paul's shop and called:

"Paul?"

The otter shot up from behind the counter with a grin.

"Did you forget something, Wilhelm?"

"No, no, I have everything I need. Are you closing up? My car's dead, so I was hoping I could use yours to get mine going. It's the battery, see." Wilhelm explained.

"Anything for a friend! I'll pull it around the corner, give me a minute to lock up though."

Paul requested to which Wilhelm nodded and headed back to his car. He cracked open his memoir pad and neatly wrote down the latest happenings: his alarm clock mishap, the youths who already drunk on the streets... Just as he started writing about his car breaking down, Paul tapped on the window still grinning.

The otter lifted up the bonnet of his car and waited for Wilhelm to get the jumper cables. It took about a minute for them to get everything set up.

"Perfect." Paul exclaimed. "I'm guessing you didn't get to the megastore in the end, hmm?"

"Believe it or not, no." Wilhelm chuckled.

"Well they're closing soon, but if you cut through the park there-"

Paul pointed a finger to the somewhat open space that they could see from down the street.

"- you can reach the megastore in about fifteen minutes. Get going!" The otter chirped, "I'll watch the cars and make sure some juvenile doesn't carjack you."

"God bless." Wilhelm smiled and, forgetting his wallet, set off down the street in the way that Paul indicated.

The megastore was located in a part of town that wasn't too rough, but not desirable either. As Wilhelm got closer to the park, things decreased in attractiveness as well as safety considerably. The park however, was a release from this.

It was surprisingly beautiful for the neighbourhood, with rows of roses assorted by their vibrant colors which were visible even under the cover of night. If not for the rush he was in, he would have stayed and taken in the sights for a while. He was through the park in a minute or two, ignoring the feral ducks in their pond and the trees rustling despite there being no wind, but the one thing he failed to not notice were the drunks furs. They stumbled in groups of two or three, sometimes on their own, tripping up and making such a ruckus Wilhelm was almost forced to cover his ears. There were a particular duo of equines who, judging by the way they tripped their way through the park, had drunk a bar dry.

Wilhelm could hear them from a mile off:

"I told you that flirting with the boss was a fucked up idea! The dude's got a wife for fuck sake!"

The first, a dark hickory Clydesdale, grunted to the second, an Albino version of the first. They were both beyond muscular, with the exact same short back and sides haircuts with similar outfits: khaki shorts and a blood red wife beater for the hickory and khaki shorts with a black t-shirt and flannel top for the Albino.

"Not my fault he's such a tease." The albino grunted in response.

"The fuck it isn't! If you hadn't been so obvious we'd both be under his tail by now." The other one replied.

As he approached, Wilhelm saw that this horse had both arms covered in a sleeve of tattoos. One appeared to be the inside of a mechanical arm, which stood out brilliantly against the dark fur. On his right arm was a different design, a web with a large spider on his bicep. There were little anthros caught up in the spider's web, some dead and some alive. Despite it all being fake, Wilhelm couldn't help but feel unnerved by the drawings on the horse's body.

And, as they drew closer, the dog clocked what they were going on about.

Disgusting! Talking about something so dirty in public! Wilhelm stood up from his bench and hurried away, leaving behind his coat. As he exited the park on the other side, he noticed that Paul might not have visited the store in those ten years.

For one, the entire block was rundown. The buildings were scarred by graffiti, ash and wild ivy vines. The street was cracked and had a shocking amount of pot holes in it, there were so many that it could put a CD's surface to shame. Wilhelm hurried inside, hoping that the interior of the building would be better. It wasn't.

Inside, he struggled to find his way around as there absolutely no labels for the aisles. In the end, he had to walk down at least seventeen just to find the alarm clocks. Then he was forced to wait in a queue that stretched down half an aisle. By the time he escaped the mega store, it was five past six at the earliest.

Huffing in anger as he crossed the street, he was met with a cold chill that nipped at his old bones. He attempted to pull his coat across his body further, but found that he had no coat.

Wilhelm rushed back into the shop and searched every where for it, when he didn't find it he power walked back into the park and searched along the path, his searches found nothing. Wilhelm slumped himself on a park bench, close to where he had lost his coat and to the drunken equine duo. This bench was secluded from view and was the best place for Wilhelm to finish his memoir, at least he could find comfort in his writing.

Just as he started to pen down the date and time, he heard two somewhat familiar voices booming with drunken exuberance.

"I'm a fucking farmer Reg'!" The albino horse roared, followed by the brown horse laughing.

"Who the fuck would wear this sort of thing?"

Wilhelm, without even needing to see what the two equines were getting their kick out of, knew that they were discussing his coat. Shooting up, Wilhelm pocketed his memoir pad and hurried in their direction.

"Fuck off Oscar, you got me fired!"

Wilhelm had thought that where he had sat was secluded, but where the two boys were was so dark and out of view it could be confused it for a deep part of the woods. There was a thicket of leaves above him, he could barely distinguish their lively green colors in the low light and the tree trunks appeared black.

Oscar and Reggie, the two horses, were easy to make out; Oscar because of his white fur and Reg because of his sheer size. He must have easily been 6'11 give don't take a few, serving to make him more intimidating than a mugger with a gun. Reggie's short fur was a dark hickory color, giving him a rather shady look as well as concealing him slightly, and his buzz-cut made him seem like an ex-military type. But, with the way the boy acted, Wilhelm guessed that this Reggie had never served for his country.

Oscar on the other hand, was no better than Reggie. One look at him told Wilhelm that the horse in front of him was a delinquent, a dunce and a dick. He was smaller than Reggie by a good few inches, less well built and was clearly the sidekick in this dangerous duo. Wilhelm didn't exactly want to approach them, but he had no choice; he wanted his coat back and they had it.

"No I didn't!" Oscar complained in reply to Reggie's statement.

"Said it before! Flirting with a fucking married man, is a fucking bad idea!"

"The lion's a fucking DILF! If he didn't want me he shouldn't have worn skinny fit." Oscar grumbled.

The horse turned and his eyes fell on Wilhelm. Being a 78 year old Labrador Retriever with light brown fur, a graying muzzle and white hair; it was clear that the canine he saw was male. At least, it would have been clear to a sober fur.

Oscar and Reggie, both being pissed out of their minds, hammered and smashed saw a quick fuck. A way to relieve their stress without the need for violence between themselves. Both shared their thoughts with a glance and before Wilhelm could even ask for his coat back, the smaller horse dived for him.

"Good-!"

Wilhelm managed to bleat half of his statement before he was tackled to the floor. A weight that was much more than his own pinned him to the grassy floor and a bear's paw was slammed across his muzzle to keep him quiet. Wilhelm, in an intimidated and almost primal response to his greatest fear, screamed into the white paw and struggled beneath Oscar, to no avail.

"Fucking knock her out, Kane!" Reggie demanded. Oscar didn't hesitate, it would be much easier to get what they wanted if their prey wasn't squirming after all.

A swift blow was delivered to the side of Wilhelm's head, stunning him, but not knocking him out. Wilhelm lay still beneath Oscar, blood dribbled from a corner of his mouth and his nose in steady streams of crimson.

"What the fuck do we do now?" Oscar grunted, getting off of the dog and giving him a kick to the ribs, Wilhelm's body didn't react much.

Wilhelm panicked to himself, his breathing picking up and his mind running wild. What did they want?! What had he done?! He was afraid to move or even open his eyes, he prayed that these two idiots would think they'd killed and run off.

"Fucking take what we want! Where's her wallet?"

Reggie dived on the Retriever and fumbled around in his pockets, Finding nothing but Wilhelm's memoir pad, a chewed pen and a paper clip, the horse huffed. His eyes brushed over Wilhelm's crotch and the drunken equine mistook the slight bulge for a wallet and stuffed his forepaw into the dog's underwear to fish for it. All he found was a cock and after giving it a firm squeeze, to check what it was, he growled and withdrew his forepaw.

"Gross!"

"What?" Oscar raised an eyebrow, coming back to his friend and Wilhelm.

"She's not a fucking girl! It's a fucking dude!" He snorted and dabbed his forepaw in the nearby water.

Not at all dazed by the fact, Oscar asked as he craned his neck over to study the dog's face more.

"Dude- Don't you think he kinda looks like the boss?"

In all honesty, the only thing Wilhelm and their feline boss had in common was their eyes; apparently that was the only similarity Kane needed to see them as being near twins.

"So?"

"So, his DILF ass fired us, so why don't we get our revenge? Without fucking ourselves over by trying to break into his house. I mean, this guy is fucking asking for it." Oscar grunted, nudging Wilhelm to check if he was still asleep.

Tensing to keep himself still, Wilhelm didn't look as if he'd felt the nudge.

"Then move the fuck over!" Reggie shoved Oscar, who backed away as fast as possible. "Lord knows I saw him first and you owe me for getting us fired."

The horse fumbled with his trousers, struggling to undo the front button. Finding it, he slipped out of his khakis and in doing so unveiled more tattoos along his legs consisting of bones, skulls and roses. He took off his briefs at the same time and tossed them at Oscar who tripped trying to dodge them. Forgetting about his socks and trainers, Reggie gloated:

"You're fucking lucky, old man! Half the bitches in my uni want this jackhammer!"

Reggie started rubbed his cock, slowly bringing it to full mast; he hated going in with a semi and seeing his cock in it's full glory served to boost his ego. Wilhelm, on the other hand, was practically horrified; he'd opened his eyes just enough to look at his attackers, but pretty much everything he could see was an enormous horse cock.

"I would if I was into guys!" Oscar commented, which received a sharp and aggressive look from the larger stallion. "Just fucking with you pal."

"Fucking strip him, I'm not doing that shit!" Reggie demanded and, like an obedient, hypnotized follower, Oscar followed the orders to the letter.

Descending on Wilhelm, he tore at the dog's trousers.

"God, get off of me!" Wilhelm cried out, kicking and struggling to back away.

The horse caught the dog's trousers and tore lines in them, so much so that Wilhelm's kicking caused them to come off.

"Make this easy for us and we won't kill you old man!" Oscar growled, forgetting that he should be knocking the Labrador Retriever out.

"Never!"

Reggie grabbed the dog's arms, who with his false teeth struggled to try to bite the horse's hooves. Meanwhile, Oscar sat on Wilhelm's legs and tore his briefs in two. His shirt and suspenders came off next, followed by his loafers.

"Please!" Wilhelm begged, now fully naked and humiliated.

The dog was on the verge of tears, but horror froze him in his place and so the dog didn't think of trying to get away.

"Keep watch!" Reggie barked as he lifted Wilhelm's legs up to get at his pucker.

Letting the dog's legs loll backwards onto his own body, Reggie spat into his forepaw and rubbed spittle over his cock. It was huge and without some lubricant, even his drunken ass knew that it wasn't going in. He'd get Oscar to add to the coating of spit if it weren't so gay. Lining up his now shiny, lubricated cock, Reggie drove forwards without mercy.

He was immediately presented with problems.

The dog, being straight, hadn't ever had anything bigger than his doctor's finger up his tailhole, so the tightness was unbelievable. Grunting, Reggie struggled to spear open Wilhelm's tailhole and ended up having to grab onto the dog's thighs for more thrusting power. Pulling the dog back onto his cock made the inevitable happen faster; his flared cock head popped into the unconscious dog causing the horse to growl in triumph and Wilhelm to scream in pain.

"Please, stop!" The dog cried out, struggling as he felt his tailhole rip in places.

Reggie was a quarter of the way there to claiming his DILF of a lion boss as his own, at least in his own imagination.

"How'd you like that, boss?" He huffed under his breath, already breaking out into a horny sweat.

He reeked of male musk, which was being amplified by the rut and had already been made potent by the exercise, hours of drinking and wrestling matches he and Oscar partook in every few minutes or so. Repulsed by the scent, Wilhelm did his best not to breath it in and kept his head to the side where he could see Oscar dumping the dog's clothes into the pond and stripping off.

As Reggie thrust forwards, he could almost hear the dog's walls ripping underneath Wilhelm's cries. He felt an extra surge of warmth, blood, on his cock as he forced it deep inside of the dog. He got half of his cock in before his sheer size stopped any further penetration.

With an infuriated growl, the Herculean stallion spat a wad on his length and ground it into his member with two fingers before trying again. No success. He tried once more, hawking an even bigger amount of spit. But no amount of spit was going to get Reggie's medial ring in until the dog's taut muscles relaxed, Wilhelm himself was doing this.

Unable to run now and his cries being so far unsuccessful, Wilhelm had clenched his muscles and dug his fingers into the grass in an attempt to keep the horse out or give him such a hard time that he gave up. This was the only thing keeping the horse's complete length out of Wilhelm's tailhole, at least for the moment.

Snarling, Reggie grabbed his tank top and tugged at it to pump himself up. With enough force, he knew he'd be able to rip his way into Wilhelm, even if it did result in a bloody pool and a Labrador Retriever bleeding out from his ass.

The grip tore the blood red shirt wife beater in two revealing even more tattoos inked into his fur and a flesh. Just above his waist was a rim of flames, colored red, orange yellow and white which stretched all the way around him. Emerging from the fire was a black dragon which snaked over his abs, beneath his shoulder and up to his neck before ending. Around the dragon's body were guns, knives, blood splatters, explosions and just about any shitty tattoo one could imagine. He threw the remains of his wife beater at the dog and tried shoving his flare in, he felt the dog's pucker begin to give way, but still he was unable to penetrate the dog.

It took most of Wilhelm's strength to keep the stallion out of him and by the end of Reggie's arbitrary cussing streaks and the onslaught, he was spent. So much so that he didn't even have the energy to continue his efforts by shouting for help. His head flopped back into the grass and his fists uncurled, fortunately the horse with his cock lodged in Wilhelm didn't notice the dog loosening around him.

Reggie pounded his hips forwards again, having brought it out to the tip and flexed his arms behind his head. He grinned, showing off dirty, broken teeth with a couple of golden replacements.

"Fuck yeah!" Reggie moaned at the tightness which he was ruining, he imagined that anyfur without a cock as big or bigger than his wouldn't even be able to find the dog's walls after he was finished with him.

Wilhelm started crying and panting, whining helplessly.

"Fuckin' shut up!"

Reggie flopped forwards and grabbed Wilhelm by the neck, strangling him. The Labrador Retriever choked, then clenched his ass around Reggie who found an unbelievable amount of pleasure in the new found tightness. "

FUCK!" He roared and drove his cock home, his medial ring bouncing against Wilhelm's tailhole certainly bruising him there.

He gripped the dog's neck tighter, causing Wilhelm's eyes to bulge out of their sockets as he pushed and with another scream of triumph he managed to force his whole length into the dog's tailhole.

He released Lord Wilhelm's neck, not wanting to kill the guy after all and instead focused on bottoming out against the dog.

"Kane! Get over here and fucking cover his mouth, if somefur finds us we're going to have to rape them too!"

"Got it, Darko..." Oscar tried to put on a cool voice as he scurried over and put both forepaws over Wilhelm's mouth.

Reggie shot his friend a scowl, telling him not to use his last name ever again.

Reggie's sadistic side awoke when he saw the blood dripping out of Wilhelm's ass, the same liquid that coated his cock. With a proud snort that only a horse could make, he flare fucked the Labrador Retriever to see just how much damage he could do to the dog.

Like a canine knot, when Reggie tried to get his flare out it snagged. He tore it free with a buck of his hips, causing Wilhelm's body to jerk violently and a small gasp to escape from him.

The sight of this aroused something.... Primal within Oscar. Forgetting that this was his best friend and his boss' look alike, he started jerking off his cock with both forepaws. Up and down, tight grip on his pulsing cock, pants filling the air along with a musk almost as potent as Reggie's. It was all so good, the dog's little tight ass getting fucked, his pants of terror and pleasure...

Reggie shoved his flare back in, with less resistance than before, but not so much that he was able to glide in. Disappointed, the horse removed his flare with a sharp tug then crammed it back in again... then again... and again! Until Wilhelm's ass couldn't even clench. Now it was just a stretched out, bloody tunnel with a little bit of horse spit and pre trickling out alongside the crimson.

"Keep him fucking still!" Reggie demanded as he drove his flare forwards, spearing open Wilhelm and interrupting. "I'm gonna fucking cum and when I fucking do this bitch had better take it like a man!"

"Sure sure..." Oscar mumbled in reply.

The albino equine descended on Wilhelm, shoving his forepaw across the dog's snarling muzzle to keep it closed. Through the aggression and fight or flight light that had sprung into Lord Wilhelm's eyes, a great amount of fear could be seen. He was terrified, as anyfur would be in his situation, two colossus were forcing him to do unspeakable things right out in the open.

"I'M GONNA FUCKIN COME!" Reggie howled, as if they were worried about Wilhelm's screams drawing attention...

With that statement, Reggie drove his cock deep inside the Labrador Retriever whose eyes widened with realization and body went limp as he felt warm, sticky horse cum shoot inside of him.

As Reggie pumped out more of his orgasm by bucking his hips forwards and backwards, his flare pounding against Wilhelm's abused, bruised and bleeding tailhole, tears rolled down the dog's face.

One last push from Reggie squished out the last of his jizz from Wilhelm's tailhole. When he pulled out and released the dog, Wilhelm slumped into the grass and buried his face as he cried. He could do nothing more than shake as his violated tailhole leaked what Reggie had left behind. But the large equine wasn't done with him yet.

"Fuckkkkkkk, our DILF boss's got a nice cunt." Reggie licked his lips as he flipped the dog over.

SMACK

Reggie's forepaw collided with Wilhelm's tailhole, causing him to scream into the ground. It throbbed, burned almost, even without the violent smacks. Reggie's forepaw came away with blood and cum on it.

"Bred that bitch good." Oscar bared what little teeth he had as he toocracked his palm against Wilhelm's asshole.

Howling as Oscar and Reggie took turns slapping the bruised rim of his tailhole and the gaping hole itself, Wilhelm mentally prayed to whatever was listening for the two horses to stop. His prayers weren't answered.

Reggie ended the slapping session by spanking Wilhelm's tailhole repeatedly, over and over again until even his fingers smarted. Wilhelm's ass was a dark red, his rim a dark purple and in the darkness of his tailhole the insides of his ass could be made out.

"Right, right, hurry the fuck up and screw him I want another go already." Reggie stood up.

Before stepping away properly, Reggie kicked the dog over and laid eyes on his cock.

The two horses burst out in laughter.

Every dick was small to an equine, but Wilhelm's was pathetic; it was a meager three inches with balls only twice the size of your average marble. How couldn't the two of them laugh? Wilhelm himself didn't know what the two could be laughing at, dirt in his fur perhaps?

"D-dude... Fuck that's kinda hot. Ughhhhh." Oscar moaned as he pumped his cock one last time.

A spray of his pearly cum sprayed out to splatter across Wilhelm's front, cloying to his light brown furs and standing out greatly against the color. Being a horse, Oscar could fire out more than enough, so by the end Wilhelm's chest looked as if someone had painted the stuff onto him.

In shock, the Labrador could only stare down at his once brown chest as the last of Oscar's jizz dripped out of his urethra.

"Fuck dude! Weren't you going to save it for the boss?" Reggie questioned.

"Fuckkkkkk..." Was all the albino could moan.

Ignoring the Labrador Retriever now, the two horses trotted off towards the pond and rested at the shore for a moment, talking about everything except for what had just happened. It was as if they'd completely forgotten about what they'd just done.

Wilhelm on the other hand, was never going to forget this. Only three minutes after the event he was getting painful flashbacks of Reggie's cock killing him almost. His chest rose and fell rapidly, heart pounding and breath becoming ragged. The dog tossed and turned in the grass and after gaining enough momentum, started moving away.

Dragging himself through the mud and grass, Wilhelm clawed at the ground then crawled forwards before slumping. His energy was gone and the adrenaline was having no effect, he could hardly even move, yet whenever he heard the horse's voice his body quivered and he forced himself to move forwards. He dripped a trail of blood and cum as he went.

"Wilhelm?" The Labrador Retriever heard Paul call out.

"Over here!" He tried to reply, but all he could do was croak the first syllable. "O-o-o" He tried and failed again and again.

"Lord! Wilhelm! Where are you? I've fixed your car!" Paul continued. "Is this because I'm not using your full title? Heck, Wilhelm, you're seventy-eight! Lord Wilhelm Nathaniel the third?!" Paul's voice trailed off as he walked further and further away, taking with him Wilhelm's only hope.

Wilhelm dragged himself towards where he last heard Paul's voice, desperate to-

"Oi! He's getting away!" Either Reggie or Oscar yelled, it didn't matter.

Oscar reached Wilhelm first, grabbed his shoulder and in one fell motion lifted him in the air by his shoulders and brought him crashing down into his lap. The air rushed from Wilhelm's body as did his last remaining drops of strength. Before Wilhelm knew it, his tailhole was stuffed again!

"T-this is wrong!" Wilhelm croaked, struggling and kicking as he tried to escape Oscar's lap, but the horse was already balls deep and beginning to buck up into him.

"Shut it boss... You like it really." Oscar huffed.

Reggie wasn't that lax about Wilhelm's complaints. Dropping to his knees in front of the two of them, Reggie let loose a torrent of punches to the dog's guts to keep him quiet. Each blow felt as if it cracked another rib and before long blood spilled out of his mouth. His black eyes rolled back. On the verge of what felt like death, Wilhelm gave up and let the horse's rape him.

"Dude is he fucking dead?" Oscar asked.

"Nah, broken, but not dead." Reggie laughed. "Dude you finished last let me screw him!"

"No I haven't had a chance!" Oscar complained like a cub.

In their squabble, Reggie shoved Wilhelm and Oscar so that Oscar was now on his back with Wilhelm on top of him. Seeing his chance, Reggie pushed Wilhelm's ass up and pressed his cock to the entrance.

Spitting on his own cock as he pushed forwards and scooping up some of Oscar's cum to use as lube, Reggie somehow managed to get his cock head into Wilhelm's ass alongside Oscar's cock prompting the Labrador Retriever to howl in pain and spasm before falling limp as Reggie glided his cock further up into his tailhole. In no time, the two of the were balls deep together in Wilhelm's ass.

"FUCK YEAH!" The young boys roared somewhat synched as their cocks ground together and worked them both closer to an orgasm.

The two pushed forward at the same time, but soon found that doing so only made it harder. So, having some brains Reggie pulled out as Oscar pushed in then pushed forwards as Oscar pulled back. Wilhelm had no break between each thrust as by the time one took a rest, the other was pushing in. All the dog could do is shake about slightly, stuck between the two equines.

Groaning as they did, it got to point where neither could tell if the liquid dribbling down their lengths was blood, their own pre, the other's pre, spit, their own cum or the other's cum. But neither of them cared, inebriation dulled their senses and morals so much that they stopped giving a damn about anything.

"Take it!" Reggie roared, thrusting so deep he almost forced Oscar's cock out.

"Ugh!" Wilhelm cried out as he felt the horse's cock much deeper than it should, feeling as if it was punching into his gut.

Looking down, Wilhelm could see a slight bulge in his stomach that pulsed each time the horse's thrust in time. The dog's eyes rolled back, he tried not to scream as the horse's finished for the second time.

Oscar came first, suddenly stopping his thrusts to deposit a somewhat thick wad of jizz into Wilhelm's ass; most of the cum was forced out when Reggie flare fucked the dog.

Reggie's orgasm joined Oscar's not a moment later, the power of the jets managing to bloat Wilhelm's stomach even more.

The two equine's pulled out, pushed Wilhelm to the side then got up before hauling their victim to his feet. As he did, red tinted cum poured out of his tailhole into the grass.

"Fucking gross! Did he just piss himself?" Oscar retched. "Fuck this I'm outta here..."

The albino horse grabbed his clothes and was dressed in record time. He sprinted out of the shrubbery as if he'd seen or ghost, or as if he'd just realised what he'd done.

"Pussy." Reggie grunted as he shoved Wilhelm to the ground.

"Gotta thank you boss, this was fun." Reggie laughed. "How about I fist the fuck out of you, fag?"

Wilhelm didn't even bother to protest.

The horse's fist went in with a disgusting squishing noise as whatever had somehow remained in the Labrador was forced out onto Reggie's arm. Mercilessly, Reggie ploughed his fist over the dog's prostate and kept going. He imagined that a tailhole was no different to a pussy, just keep shoving your stuff in there and something will happen, right?

Reggie's assumptions were right, considering that Wilhelm's tailhole convulsed and rearranged around the horse's fist in an attempt to push it out. Reggie removed his fist quickly, then punched it back to get deeper in. A scream escaped the Labrador, then another when Reggie repeated, then more and more as Darko kept punching his way back into Wilhelm's tailhole, each time plunging his fist across Wilhelm's prostate.

The dog trembled as he felt an orgasm building inside him. Being fucked so many times, fisted... there was only so much his body could take.

His body tensed up as he finished, his cock ejaculating his jizz across the ground. It'd had been years since he finished, he almost didn't recognise the sensation until he looked between his legs and saw the white, liquid glistening beneath him.

Had he... enjoyed it?

Wilhelm began hyperventilating, panting and almost blocking out the fact that Reggie was still punching his tailhole.

Next his vision faltered, things turning black despite the fact that his eyes were wide open.

Finally, he fainted with a puddle of his own blood, cum, pre and sweat around his ass. Reggie pulled out and observed the damage.

A thin stream of crimson blood dripped from a gigantic rip in Wilhelm's tailhole, more flooding out of his actual tailhole, but mixed with cum. The rim was a dark bruise purple and the light brown fur around it was going to be stained for quite a while.

Laughing to himself, Reggie stood up and took his time getting his clothes on. He watched closely, then when he was sure Wilhelm wasn't getting up cussed under his breathe:

"Shit."

Had the dog kicked it?

Reggie hurried over and without even bothering to check, grabbed the dog by the legs and dragged him to the waterfront. Drunk, he imagined that if he just put the dog's head in the water, no one would know that he was beaten to death.

So Reggie did just that, and dropped Wilhelm so that his mouth was just in the water.

Suddenly paranoid, the horse sprinted away, desperate to set up some kind of alibi should the police come calling.

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The smut ends here folks, so unless you're into graphic scenes of depression, hints of scat and PTSD I suggest you stop reading here

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Groaning in pain as his ring throbbed vehemently, the Labrador Retriever forced himself to roll over so that his face was at least out of the water. He took a few minutes to get his breathe back, occasionally crying out as the previous rhythm of pulses from his ass was suddenly interrupted by a stab. The pain intensified each time he moved, getting worse and worse if his ass brushed over anything.

It took an hour for him to get to his paws, but in a matter of steps he collapsed down to his knees in the pond and found tears pouring down his face. Yet, all he cared about was getting his clothes.

Somehow, with the odds 1/5000 or worse, Wilhelm retrieved his clothes and shakily got them on his body. They were clogged with water and had his fur not already been soaked from falling over in the pond and being finished on (as well as in) multiple times, the dog wouldn't ever think of wearing them. But at that moment in time, even a thong would make him feel protected enough to sleep on the park bench.

And that's exactly what he did.

In the clothes he'd worn since getting dressed in the morning, only now they were swamped through and back again with pond water, the dog nestled his head on the rotting wood of a park bench. His exhaustion proved useful, almost instantly after he closed his eyes he was fast asleep.

Come morning, he woke up to clothes still damp and wet ground all around him. It had rained in the night, of course...

Slumping off of the bench, the dog stood up and cried out as pain flared through him; 'sleeping it off' hadn't exactly worked. Worse yet, with his adrenaline gone, the pain was unbearable, but the thought of being found caked in another man's cum with his ass ruined was much more unbearable.

Wilhelm limped to his car, which fortunately Paul had juiced up for him. With great difficulty, the dog managed to get home and without so much as taking off his clothes, fell into bed to sleep the rest of the day.

When he awoke the next morning, the Labrador found his room smelling of something between a sewer and a bog. The stench was coming from his slacks. Recognising it in a matter of seconds, Wilhelm tried not to hurl as he hurried to get out of them and wash.

Where as normally changing would take a few minutes, it took a quarter of an hour to undress and get into the shower. Everytime he inched down his slacks, he would brush against an ass cheek and wince in pain. Then, as he limped into the bathroom, each step he took caused the pain to flare up more and more. He also found that he could hardly stand in the shower and that sitting down on his chair was much too painful, he had to settle for standing.

More days passed, each one Wilhelm spent hiding in his house. Every horse that trotted past was met with the dog hurrying to re-lock his doors and windows as well as draw the blinds. He couldn't stand the species.

At first, the dog had considered that he'd ended up shitting himself because of the inital damage, but soon it became clear that his problems were here to stay. Each time he settled down, his ring would burst out in a flame of pain followed by... leaking. Every hour or so and after every meal, the Labrador Retriever would have to find himself a bathroom or face the consequences. Soon, it became apparent that this would be impossible to continue with.

"Hello?" The dog gulped, speaking down into his phone.

"Zere City Pharmacy, how may I help?" A woman's voice came.

"Yes. I'd-i'd like to order a month's supply of..." Wilhelm stopped speaking.

"Of what, Sir?"

"..."

"Sir?"

"Adult diapers."

Wilhelm could have sworn he'd heard the woman snickering to herself.

"Could I take your address please?"

"Uhhh yes... Number 62, 10th Street. Postcode..."

The moment he'd finished ordering, the dog rushed off to the bathroom yet again.

Some more days passed and, without Wilhelm knowing, Paul paid his friend a visit.

"Wilhelm, you can't stay in bed forever." Paul hummed, shaking the Labrador Retriever who pulled the covers further up over himself and trembled slightly.

"Yes I can." The dog answered with a weak voice.

"Well I need help in the shop." The otter gave his friend another little shake. "My legs really aren't what they used to be."

Paul had no idea about what had happened to Wilhelm, it was a miracle that the otter hadn't caught on to the dog's secret yet between the foul smell and the adult diapers.

Wilhelm suddenly hated parks, nighttime, horses and even his own farmer's coat. The moment he'd gotten home he'd tossed it into the fire. If he weren't so nostalgic about his memoirs, he'd had burnt them all. Regardless, his one memoir a day rule was long gone; Wilhelm didn't have the energy to write them out anymore.

"Fine..." Wilhelm sighed.

Rolling out of bed, the Labrador retriever slipped into his slippers and stood up. He was still fully clothed, he didn't dare to sleep naked no matter how secure Paul's home was.

"You stink!" The otter laughed.

It was true, Wilhelm had washed to get rid of the horse's and his own... remains , but since then he'd not touched a shower or a bath; again, he just didn't have the energy. The Labrador Retriever grumbled a response as he stood up.

"Are you driving?" Paul asked jokingly.

The otter knew that Wilhelm had given up driving, he didn't feel stable enough to do so. That and if he saw a horse, there was no telling what he'd do. Before the incident, Wilhelm had only panicked about extraordinary events, now things as simple as swearing set him panicking.

"Kidding, kidding..." The mustelid chuckled when Wilhelm scowled at him.

Jokes were another thing Wilhelm had given up, nothing was funny to him now.

They were at Paul's dairy shop in about an hour, Wilhelm stocking the shelves and Paul working the counter. Paul tried his best to make the dog laugh or at least smile, but not even the phallic sculptures of butter worked. In fact, Paul could have sworn he saw the dog beginning to cry when he'd seen the equine model.

Things only got worse as the day went on.

"Ummm, Paul is it?" A customer asked.

She was a dainty thing, a beagle who'd gotten more than her fair share of gray furs now. The beagle sounded frustrated.

"Yes, Ma'am?" Paul beamed, nearly skipping up to his counter.

"There's no Ghoda butter on the shelves, the one with the horses on the tub? I do love that brand, it tastes wonderful!" She exclaimed.

"That's odd, we received a shipment of it not three days ago. One minute, I'll check with my co-worker."

Paul dipped back into the storage cupboard and looked about a minute. He hated being in the refrigerated room for too long, anything could happen to his store and it was way too cold. He was surprised to find Wilhelm trembling in the room, with a tub of Ghoda in his forepaws. There were several open tubs of the stuff around him.

"Wilhelm!" The otter gasped. "What happened?"

"I-I tripped is all." Wilhelm admitted, out of breath and looking as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Can you stand?"

Paul was at his side in a moment, helping him up.

"Yes, yes..."

"I'll clean this up. You go take this..." Paul picked a few tubs off of the ground, "to the beagle out front."

"Okay." The dog gave a weak smile and headed back out to the counter.

"Finally." She snorted, crossing her arms and frowning,

"My apologies."

Things went smoothly from there onwards, customers came in and out through the doors in a stream almost and Paul managed to clean up the mess Wilhelm had caused. That is, until a black mustang walked through the door.

He looked nothing like Oscar or Reggie, but the moment he saw the frame of him, the equine tail swishing about behind him and the long shape of his muzzle the dog felt a panic building. All it needed was a spark to set it off.

The horse was so calm it was almost insulting to Wilhelm, like the man was waiting for a chance to strike or something. He had that aggressive air about him that most youths had, it amplified each time his hooves clapped on the tiles or when he knocked something off the shelves into his kart. After thirty minutes of the tension building, the Mustang approached the counter and time seemed to slow down.

Something inside of him said that this monster was going to do something. He had to do something.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" The Labrador Retriever bellowed, grabbing a nearby block of butter and hurling it.

The block soared past and splatted against the glass on the far side of the shop causing a few gasps of shock.

"What the hell, man!" The horse ducked, throwing up his arms to protect himself from the next few flying blocks.

"Wilhelm!" Paul cried out, half shocked and half confused.

The otter grabbed his friend's arm and wrestled it away from his butter.

"What's with you?!"

Wilhelm didn't answer.

Eyes full of fear, he looked to Paul to the Mustang to everyfur else before coming to the conclusion that he couldn't trust any of them.

For the first time in a long time, he ran. Ran out of the shop, down the street and towards his home. Unlocking the door, he went inside then made sure that absolutely no fur but Paul would be able to get in before heading straight to his bed and climbing under the covers.

This time, he wasn't going to get out for anything.

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