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The next clue didn't take Exile too far, when all was said and done.

"A farm house...? Who on earth do I know that lives on a farm house?"

The days were starting to pile up for the desperate hybrid, however. He was still in the Midwest, and was fortunate enough to have enough time off of work to be able to go on such an excursion, but it had still already been weeks since he was allowed to climax, and his experience with Nbowa didn't grant him any relief.

Dust kicked up around the tires of Exile's car as he drove up the gravel driveway to a house that he'd never seen before. An old, decrepit barn looked like it was getting ready to fall over in the distance of the fields around the house, which was in immaculate condition by comparison. Corn grew up around the farm house for acres and acres, and the driveway was far back enough from the country highway that privacy could never be an issue, especially with no neighbors nearby.

"Looks deserted, nice as it is," he muttered to himself, as he stepped out of his car and walked right up to the front door. He figured that he would at least give a quick knock before giving up on the lead, and much as Nbowa would like to see him suffer, he was sure that the lion wouldn't have lied to him.

His paw curled into a fist, but it never even made it to the weather screen. "You must be the new bitch," came a voice, as the inside door swung open.

Exile was fairly tall, so it was a shock when he found himself looking up at someone, and this time, he was nearly dwarfed. A tall, built horse was standing inside, easily a foot taller than the hybrid, and rippled to the teeth with muscles that were crafted from years of difficult, laborious work on the farm. "The new what?" Exile was arrogant enough to ask, even if he wasn't in any sort of power to be demanding answers.

"I called you a bitch, and you'd better get used to it," the horse replied firmly. He swung the screen door open so rapidly that it nearly took Exile off of the front stoop, and he only managed to keep his footing by the virtue of his curled tail catching the swinging door. "Looks like your balance is as bad as I heard it was...you'll have to be stuck in the breeder, after all."

"B-Breeder?!" Exile asked, his voice immediately wrought with concern as he gasped, just narrowly avoiding the fall. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me out of this stupid cage!"

"Oh, sure. They told me about the cage; told me I was under no circumstances to let you out of it, so I guess you'll just have to make yourself good and comfortable."

Exile immediately slumped his shoulders. He knew that it would have been too easy to get his key after just his second task, but in some way, a part of him was hopeful that Albaz might have had some mercy on him...he immediately felt foolish for ever thinking such a thing.

"Now, now...don't look so glum, little guy. I've got no interest in touching your junk," the horse explained, his voice every bit as gruff and to the point as one might expect of someone who lived a rather simple lifestyle. "But I just got done working on the fields for a day, and I could really use a little stress relief to help me settle in for the night."

Looking around, Exile raised a brow. "It's...it's about 3:30 in the afternoon. You know that, right?"

"Got a lot of stress to relieve," he replied, "And besides, we go to bed early around here. Gotta have our fun while the sun's still up, y'know."

Exile couldn't have been more thankful for the wall of privacy created by Mother Nature, as the horse stepped through the screen door and approached him. The hybrid felt a sudden desire to turn and run for his car, but before his footpaws could respond, he felt a crushing, tight grip around his wrist, and just by the force of it, he didn't dare to try and escape.

"Head over by the barn, bitch. We'll get you stripped down, strapped into the breeder, and you'll be on your way before you know it."

"W-wait a minute," Exile replied, wincing one eye shut from the pressure around his wrist, "What about my next clue?"

"You won't get a whiff of it until I'm satisfied...and lemme tell ya, I'm a tough sumbitch to satisfy."

Cursing his bad luck, Exile tried to pick up his footpaws as the horse literally dragged him through the dirt road, over toward the slowly decaying barn. There weren't too many tools hiding in its limited cover, but right in front of it, there was a strange looking device; a hybrid just like Exile, made of metal and wood, that was clearly meant to help immobilize someone.

"You don't look like the farming type, so I'm guessing you've never used one of these before..."

"That's...that's the breeder?" Exile asked, trying to fight back a nervous gulp as he looked it over. There was a ring in the middle meant to hold the torso, and chains that attached to four wooden posts that were literally driven into the ground. If Exile got into the device, there was no chance that he'd be able to escape under his own power.

The prospect was terrifying, but as he felt another yank on his wrist, he remembered that he didn't have a choice in the matter.

"Sure is," the horse confirmed, as he pulled open the latch on the middle ring. "You lay flat on your back against this part, and I'll do the rest. If you hold still, I might even go easy with the stretcher."

"I-I don't see a stretcher," Exile pointed out, as he slowly obeyed. There was actually an excitement building up in the pit of his tummy, something that wasn't present when all of this started. Typically, he only felt terrible nerves twisting up in his guts in such a situation, but in the face of a stallion who looked like he could be a breeder himself, Exile began to obey, albeit trembling nervously.

The steel of the ring was pleasantly warm against his lower back, thanks to the clouds keeping the sun off of it, for the most part, but it wasn't the most cushy seat for the job. It was just supportive enough to keep Exile off of the ground as he felt his body being tugged back forcefully. He tilted his head back and looked up, just in time to get his face stuffed into the boxers of the horse, who'd stripped away the tight denim around his legs while Exile wasn't looking.

"See that little round, wooden thing sticking out of the ground?" the horse asked, even if he knew that Exile couldn't see anything more than the bulging fabric that clung to his massive, swollen sack. "Kinda curves up, right to where a woman's nether regions would be? That's the stretcher. Helps to get the bitches ready for breeding, so they don't get all banged up inside...and like I said...you're the new bitch around here."

The horse spoke in such ways that it made Exile worry if he'd ever be allowed off of the farm, and certainly, he was nervous about what his fate might be, as he nearly drowned in the heavy, yet, pleasant scent of the stallion's cock resting upon his muzzle. His eyes lidded over slightly as the scent intoxicated him, and he barely struggled as he felt his wrists being clamped into the shackles, keeping him from escaping.

"Now, I'm not gonna breed you..." the horse assured him, as he walked around, finally giving Exile a chance to take a deep, gasping breath. "I don't even need to pull these pants off to know that you can't take my dick back there. You've already proven that you've got a big mouth, though...that just might work as a substitute."

Watching with a mixture of curiosity and concern, Exile felt his jeans being literally torn away from his body, and in the process, the powerful horse tore his boxers, until the tattered silk simply fell away from his body. "C-can...can we maybe not do whatever it is that yo-

"Any bitch that comes to Jesse's farm is getting bred, in one hole or the other," he cut Exile off, finally revealing his name in the process. "And you're a rare treat...don't get many hybrids on my farm these days. I'm afraid there's no way you can talk your way out of this, especially if you really want your next clue that badly."

"And you're actually going to give me a clue when you're all...y'know, done with me?"

"You relieve my stress, and I'll consider it."

As usual, Exile was working with a wing and a prayer, and it was something that he was becoming used to. He knew that Albaz wasn't going to make this easy for him, but he didn't think that the blue lion was capable of the kind of cruelty that was starting to come to light.

"Big mouthed bitch ain't got nothin' to say to that? How very pleasant for me!" Jesse taunted Exile into speaking, but the trapped hybrid could hardly make a clear thought. He'd only just pulled up to the farm house minutes ago, and already, he was stripped naked, outside for anyone who might be foolish enough to get close to see, and he could already see Jesse slathering some kind of a salve across the tip and the base of the curved wood that was already lined up almost perfectly with his anus.

Gotta love my natural biology, Exile groaned mentally, as he realized that his tail was already curled up and out of the way, whether or not he wanted it to be. He couldn't quite muster the strength to move it down into the path of Jesse's work, and even if he could have, he could never overpower the domineering horse, who gripped Exile tightly by the thighs and pulled him forward, jabbing the stretching device right into his exposed tailhole.

"Helps a whole lot if you just relax," Jesse suggested, as he heard Exile trying not to suck in a deep gasp of air. "But you're quite the whiny little bitch, after all...not quite broken in yet, are you? Don't you worry- we'll fix that before the sun sets."

Wincing both of his eyes shut and grunting in pain, Exile threw his head back and tried not to let Jesse know just how much the treatment hurt, but before he could manage a scream, Jesse pulled again, and whether or not his body was properly ready, he was stuck in place; the stretcher plowed right through the tight, clenching grasp of his pucker and filled the first few inches of his inner walls with a piece of wood that was thankfully very well kept. The polish helped the device to slide in rather easily, despite Exile having only seconds to get ready.

Once it had taken hold, however, Jesse gave a slower, easier pull, making sure that the device was deep enough into the hybrid that it wouldn't pop lose in the moments to follow. "G-God...h-help me..." Exile groaned, feeling breathless from being filled so deeply and painfully. His asshole wasn't that inexperienced, of course, but this kind of treatment was one that he'd never known before, and he was already panting as his body struggled to adjust to the incredible girth of the primitive sex toy. "So f-full...so fuckin' full...it hurts!"

"Just a precautionary measure to make sure that you're secured in the breeder...the females tend to take it a whole lot easier than you did. Guess it just proves you the biggest bitch of the lot, aren't you?" Jesse asked, teasing Exile even in his moment of strife. The hybrid was shaking against his shackles, but there was barely any slack to move, and immediately after, Jesse picked up the shackles for his ankles and locked him into place, suspending him above the ground, right at waist level. "We'll just have to see if you can make up for getting off to such a poor start, here. I don't think I'll be giving you that clue after all..."

Jesse seemed like such a simple farmhand when Exile had first arrived, but the stallion was quickly showing off a darker, sinister side, one that enticed the hybrid in a twisted sort of way, and yet, terrified him beyond measure, as his body was completely immobilized. Jesse could just leave him there until the sun came up without a hint of remorse about it, and maybe even forget that Exile was even there...a myriad of different, terrible fantasies began to run through his mind as he watched the horse step out of his briefs and set them aside, and almost literally did Jesse's cock unfurl from his body.

Exile's eyes shrunk down to tiny, horrified dots as he saw the impressive girth and impossible length of the horse, and the massive, swollen sack behind it, full with two testes that were nearly the size of tennis balls. "Don't look so worried. I already told you I wasn't gonna put it in your ass...I'd tear your cute little butt clean in two!" Jesse reminded him, as he dipped a single pawtip into Exile's muzzle. "But you'd better pry this wide open, or I might reconsider..."

It took a mere instant for the worried hybrid to open his jaws as wide as he could and present his tongue. His obedience might have been motivated by fear, but it was authentic, and Jesse smirked with delight before he brushed a couple of the dark, chocolate brown locks of his mane away from his piercing, ice blue eyes. "Perhaps you can be taught a thing or two after all, you little cock slut...wanna show me just how eager you are for this?"

Naturally, Exile was given no chance to vocalize his desires. He felt the flared tip of the equine's cock sitting against his lips, even with his maw stretched and spread wide open...and somehow, Jesse managed to push forward all the same, forcing the wide, rigid flare right to the back of Exile's throat.

Gonna choke on this thing...breath, breath! Exile had to mentally remind himself, as he instantly began to gag around the huge rod of flesh that plugged up his mouth. He knew that his only chance at getting his next clue was to take the whole thing, but that would be an impressive feat for even the greatest of size queens, and he wasn't anywhere near their level.

He merely did the best he could, as he felt tears welling up in the corners of his eyes from the lack of proper oxygen, and the struggle of his jaw stretching so much. "Atta boy...I won't make you wait long if you t-take it all!" Jesse grunted, as he continued to lean down further, until his sack came to rest on the bridge of Exile's muzzle. The hybrid coughed and choked just slightly, spitting tiny strands of saliva all over his own chin and neck, but he managed to keep going, even giving a tiny 'thumbs up' with his paw.

If not for his determination, that might have been his final mistake, as he felt Jesse grip onto his arms and squat down forcefully. Just the first thrust was enough to gag the hybrid, and any momentary relief that came when Jesse pulled back was lost when the stallion slammed his hips down again.

"Th-that's it, you little bitch...y-you ready for me to breed you?!" Jesse cried out, suffering from the same curse that many equines did. He was forceful and terribly long, but his body was predisposed to reaching a quick climax, and he cared more about his own pleasure than about leaving Exile literally out to dry.

He'd be much better off if he was ridden hard and put away wet.

"Start fuckin' swallowin', you little bitch...c-cause I'm cumming! F-fuck yeah, I'm cummin'!" Jesse stamped his right leg on the ground, kicking up dust and shaking the breeding rack as Exile felt a gushing of seed in his throat like nothing he'd ever known before. Veins pulsed and throbbed along the length of Jesse's member so fiercely that Exile could feel them bulging against the fur of his throat, and in a dark, strange way, he wished he could see what it looked like.

He's drowning me...it's too much! Please keep it down, please keep it down! Exile encouraged himself. He was able to feel the hot, heavy spurts of cum splashing down against his tummy and coating every inch of his throat as Jesse pulled back, knowing that he'd already dumped literal tablespoons of seed into the abused hybrid. He needed a proper finish, however, and Jesse was happy to deliver, as he rested the underside of his shaft on Exile's nose and fired off the last of his ejaculate, spraying it far across the hybrid's chest and tummy...some of the lucky drops even made it as far as the chastity cage that strangled ever tighter around Exile's bulging cock, as it merely wished to get a piece of the action.

The sun was finally starting to set as Jesse fell back on his haunches and took a few long, deep breaths, needing a moment from his climax to gather his thoughts. "Whew...y-you sure are a t-tight little bitch! Turns out you can t-take it with the best of 'em...and I am a man of my word."

Exile was still swallowing down the excess cum in his throat when his ears caught kind words, and immediately, they perked up. "So you'll give me the next clue?!" he asked, and his tail began to kick up dust as it wagged in elation.

"I'm obliged to...but I don't think you're gonna like where it takes you."