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The jackalope grinned, dragging his shy rodent friend through the flashing lights of the club. Croix had helped dress his friend like himself, both wearing flashy, colourful, and, most importantly, tight clothing. "C'mon, the dtf guys usually hang out at the back!" The lope shouted over the music filling the air.

Tris held on for dear life to his friend's hand, squeaking, "A-are you sure this is the best idea?"

"Of course! Gotta get you laid somehow! And I've seen your toy collection, there's no one here you couldn't take!" Croix laughed and dragged the rodent through the other side of the dance floor.

The rat blushed, "Well, if they use lube!" He shouted back. Something warm pressed against his back.

When he looked, a horse nearly twice his height was pressed up behind him. It didn't take him long to realize what part of the equine was pressed to his back and shoulders. "Oh, you won't have to worry about that, cutie. I leak a -lot-." His bass voice cut through the music and sent a shiver through the rodent.

Croix gasped, "I told you it would work!" He grinned, before he too felt something warm against his back.

"Oh, brother, you've found us such a delightful pair of bottoms." Another bass voice reverberated through the rodent and the lope, and both saw that there was an identical horse behind Croix as well, the only difference being clothing.

Croix licked his lips, "Oh good, I won't have to wait my turn."

The twin horses laughed and together started leading the friends back into the back hall of the club. There were plenty of rooms, and one of the equines casually opened one up, revealing a slick room, floored in linoleum, and with a big bed draped over with clear vinyl.

"Why's the bed like that?" Tris asked as the pair were ushered into the room.

"Easier to clean up." The equine holding him by his shoulder rumbled, and his thick fingers started to deftly start peeling away the rodent's clothing.

His twin laughed again as the jackalope quickly disrobed on his own, taking the time to undress himself instead.

Tris was a blushy mess as he was peeled fully naked, sitting down on the bed and looking up bashfully, but expectantly.

The horse who'd chosen him smirked at the sight and started to strip. It wasn't exactly a routine, but the massive male knew how to tease his viewer, letting the rat sneak peeks at his hidden musculature, before tossing his shirt fully aside.

The bed shifted a bit. Tris looked back over his shoulder to see Croix grinning back at him, on all fours, hips elevated. The other horse hadn't bothered taking off his undershirt, already lining up his heady girth with the jackalope's ready ass.

A large hand reached into his vision and turned his face back towards the owner. The other horse was just in snug boxer-briefs now, the heavily bulging garment right in Tris' face. The bass voice of the horse rumbled down through him again. "Dance with the one who brought you, boy~"

Tris blushed deeply, nodding.

The horse nodded as well, "Good boy." He slowly peeled his underwear down, revealing his cockroot, before the curved, semi-hard length slid into view from behind the elastic band. When the boxer-briefs cleared his junk fully, the shaft swung forward and unceremoniously slapped against the Rat's cheek. "Oh hey. He likes you."

The other bass voice called from behind the rat, "Quit playing with your treat, dear brother." It was easy for him to say. Judging from the heavy panting and the way the bed had started rocking, he was already thrusting into the lope.

The horse in front of him chuckled. "Lay back."

The rat nodded and obediently leaned back until he flopped onto his back.

Croix chuckled down at him, face flushed with exertion already. The jackalope was rocking with the motion, and Tris looked up and back, and from his position he could see his friend's portly middle visibly distending with the horse's intrusion.

Tris swallowed, and gasped as his hindpaws were lifted up. He looked back down to find the horse kneeling at the side of the bed, in order to get his hips at the same level as the rat's, apparently.

The equine rumbled, "Now, just relax, and let me take care of you."

The rat squeaked softly, nodding. He felt the thick, heated tip of the horse's shaft pushing to his chubby rump, grinding in between the cheeks. It was already dribbling generous amounts of preseed, the slick emission doing a good job of lubing up the rodent, just like he'd said before. He didn't dawdle though, and quickly, he was pressing forward.

Tris moaned out at the sensation of stretching. He'd taken something this girth before, he thought, but not this length and girth at the same time. He hoped it would be okay. His worries were growing irrelevant in comparison to the pleasure of the stretch and pressure up against his prostate. The rodent laid his head back again, panting softly.

Croix breathlessly laughed and gave his friend a pat on the cheek, "There we go, getting you good and rutted." He didn't seem to mind that the bulge of the thrusting head from the horse behind him was presently moving up and down between his moobs.

The rat swallowed, and shakily raised his paws to feel his middle. Not a moment later, he felt his flesh stretch under his fingers, and the contours of a blunt equine cockhead were only separated from his fingers by his own pelt. There was no pain, despite the seemingly impossible sensation.

The horse above him chuckled, "I told you, relax. Your body's dealing like it, just like it should." His bass voice reverberated in the rat's chest, and through his cock and hands grasping his ankles. Then he thrust forward firmly.

Tris gasped at the sudden increase of the stretching sensation, and he found his hands pressed up higher. He shuddered and lifted his head to look down. The whole head of the horse's cock was pushing out of his stomach, apparently going on the other side of his ribs compared to how Croix was getting fucked. Another thrust stretched him further, and the cock, covered in his own fur, was throbbing in front of his face. "F-fuck..."

And then the horse pushed again, and his median ring ground across the rat's prostate, and his hips slammed into Tris' ass, squishing the padding there. He reached down to stroke the top of his cock through the rat's stretched hide tenderly, very little of his erection hidden by being pressed through the smaller male. "Hug my dick. I'm gonna start fuckin' properly now." The horse ordered.

Tris obediently reached up and around the shape of the enormous intrusion, and locked his arms together on the other side, slumping his head back. And moments later the whole thing started to piston forward and back, blocking his view of Croix's face with white stretched fuzz every time the stallion hilted inside him.

The rat started to lose track of time, until he heard the other horse braying aloud. He tried to focus his eyes, but his own fucking was making it hard, as well as obscuring his view repeatedly.

What he could tell, though, was that Croix's lips were pursed tight, and his body seemed heavier than usual. In fact, with each pull back of the horse's hips he thought that Croix was bigger. Or more bloated. His body was swelling all over, he was pretty sure now. Then, during another deep thrust inside the rat there was a loud wet SPLORT, and suddenly Tris couldn't see, his whole face coated in seed. From the feeling on his arms, they got coated too. A rhythmic gushing sound continued, muffled by the cum that'd filled his dish-shaped ears.

After that sound stopped, and the only sound was breathing, and the wet sounds of the horse thrusting into the rat, blunt fingers gently wiped Tris' eyes clean, and he could open them again. He panted headily, and looked around. The horse that'd been fucking Croix was covered in cum from his chest down, and the jackalope was nowhere to be seen. Tris turned his head, trying to search the room for his friend, but the pleasure was getting to be too much for him to focus.

"Don't take too long, dear brother." The spunk-coated horse chuckled.

His twin laughed, "You got a head start on me. But, I could do... this..." The horse bent forward over Tristan, lifting his hips a bit and thrusting harder than before. The rat was driven down into the cum puddle that had covered the bed, which pooled around and into his ears again from the indentation.

The rat panted harder, squeezing his arms as best as he could, hazily staring up at the dick's proof of dominance over his anatomy. And then he felt the whole shaft inside him swell, and the bulge of the head spread out into a wide flare. A moment later the flesh at the center of the flare bulged out hugely, and the second bray hit the air. The force of the seed deformed his body even further, snapping back taut to the cockhead between each shot, after the cum fell to start swelling out the rest of his body, his belly gradually obscuring more of the equine cock with each shot. The rat wanted to moan out, but his muzzle wouldn't open, and he wanted to cum for himself, but he could no longer reach his own shaft to work himself to the edge. So he held on as the orgasm seemed to stretch on longer and longer. He never noticed that parts of his body that weren't his stomach were bloating out, as if they too were getting filled with jizz. His cheeks puffed out, wobbling with the impacts of the repeated shots, which sent waves across his body. Even his tail was twice as fat as before. He found himself finally reaching the edge of his own peak, and then, he dove over.

SPLORT

The two horses watched the rat burst entirely into horsecum, just like his friend had before, adding countless more gallons to the mess on the bed and the floor around it, and the horse who'd been fucking Tris panted, licking his lips as even after that, he was still gushing cum in powerful shots, hitting the far wall.

His brother chuckled, "If we weren't so impatient, maybe we'd go for popping bigger guys."

The still shooting stallion stuck his tongue out, panting in the throes of his peak, "Next you'll be saying we should... 69 and pop each other..." He leaned on the cummy bed, groaning as his peak finally died down.

His twin started grinning, and couldn't stop.