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It was an Industrial club in Prague. Run by a stallion and maintained by stallions. Really, quite a curiosity of the modern world. He couldn't guess why male horses flocked to this city as eagerly as bees to sugar.

All said and done, it wasn't his culture. He wasn't a horse; he only came here because he liked them and the music. Perhaps if he got lucky, he would find the right horse who had the experience and desire to stretch out a human for a riding romp.

The darkly lit club was filled with the energy of a song from a computer game. Above on crystal clear speakers, C&C Red Alert's "Hell March" played. He never played the game, but the music was pretty good.

All stallions listening to it certainly enjoyed the song's power and primal military force. It was a grungy song with grisly elements, but it pleased like some miasma of masculine instinct.

Nearby on a stage, two giant bay stallions in black gemstone thongs marched and danced to it, clearly filled with the spirit of this odd track. It was captivating to watch them; almost like nearly naked soldier/barbarians doing a war dance.

It was haunting and somewhat creepy. Nude horses going through the manouvres of nazi-esque storm troopers. The fact they were beautiful beings made them entrancingly desirable, but the intensity of their movements discouraged not merely the simplest touch, but even the barest glance.

Jake sighed and drank from a bottle of Bailey's as he watched a soccer game going on up on a television mounted on the ceiling behind the bar.

Some of the clubs' patrons watched, but most seemed interested in talking someone else up to sex. After all, being a gay club of horses, some urges are undeniable.

He only wished someone was interested in talking HIM up for a bareback horse ride. Taking another small sip of his beer, he looked around the crowded club of dancing horses and a few smaller furs, wondering why there was nobody here who wanted to mount and stuff him on their bedroom wall.

Electric candle-looking outlets glimmered like dying stars on all surrounding walls and tables. Above a blacklight shines down like a black hole, illuminating every patch of brightness tenfold as if a small moon.

Several snow white and paint horses with patches of white fur stood out on the dance floor as they simply glowed like heavenly bodies as their massive muscular frames glistened with rave stick intensity while they shook and danced.

"I wonder what a small thing like you is doing in a club like this with no boyfriend or escort."

Jake looked in the direction of the charming deep voice that seemed to purr as smoothly as a cat's. The silver stallion sat nakedly on the stool nearby, his gleaming tail hanging down his two muscular plump buns like a chrome waterfall.

For a long moment, he could only stare. Was this beautiful male talking to him?

"Enjoying the view." He remarked, receiving a calm chuckle for his jibe.

The silver equine swatted his tail lightly, sipping daintily from the wide concave lip of a martini glass. "Yes, certainly a lively panorama." The horse offered, the olive bumping his fuzzy black muzzle like a drifting buoy on choppy seas.

Jake finished his beer with one long swallow, tapping the bottle down on the table as he took a brief glance over at the stripper stallions still marching in some balet skewed battle procession.

The chrome stallion followed his eyes and smiled faintly, amusement flickering idly in his eyes like candle flames. "Quite a sight, yes. It's easy to be taken with power such as that..." Then he grinned and looked straight at Jake, eyes penetrating like lasers. "I'd like to buy you some more drinks, if you don't mind a persistant beast like me behaving too forward."

Jake smoothed his hair back, entranced and liking the sweet-sounding beast. "If you insist on it. I don't drink too much as it dulls the pleasure for me."

The horse finished his drink, taking the skewered olive between two fingers as he raised it to his lips and licked provocatively and slowly around the wide pit. "And what pleasure might that be?" He softly whispers, feigning ignorance to the obvious.

Jake found himself hiding his eyes, nervous as he blushed quite brightly in spite of the dark lighting of the room. "Pleasure that only two males can have." He mused, running a finger around the neck and polished opening of his empty bottle.

A sudden undeniable smell overtook the air as the chrome equine began to emit a cloud of musk from his twitching invigorated thighs.

Silence followed as Jake enjoyed the scent wafting through the air.

The overpowering masculine fragrance of stallion heat.

"This body knows that pleasure well. It bears each whim like a sculpted temple. Many worship it, but few can handle it." The horse licked his lips, his cock beginning to peek from its hiding place like a warm juicy gopher. "And no man has experienced the sanctity of this sepulchre."

Jake blushed, snapping the cap off a fresh beer to distract himself from the hauntingly beautiful male nearby. A temple indeed! He felt himself unworthy to be in the presence of so holy a creature.

A few nearby stallions caught the powerful smell, reacting with hushed little squeals as they snuck a few glances back toward the flirting pair.

Perhaps they envied him. He wasn't quite sure-lust overtaking his senses like the heat radiating from a fully filled furnace.

"Are you saying-"

"No man." The stallion calmly insisted, cutting him off.

Jake couldn't make sense of what was going on anymore. Was the horse genuinely interested, or merely poking fun at his lack of romantic finesse with those teasing words?

Music fillied him as water into a vessel, unusual hasty emotions spattering forth from his agitated twitching body.

What strange creatures they are. When lustful, they are irrational and hasty. When entertained by an offer, their demeanor cannot be deciphered.

He drank from his bottle in a nervous jolt of energy, forgetting that he had emptied it seconds before. "Ah, damn my manners. I promised you more to drink, didn't I?"

Jake shook his head in disbelief, looking around once more. "It's okay. I probably had enough. Too drunk, and my memory and senses start to go. I certainly want to remember this place."

The horse smiled with those black lips, licking along them like some predator. "This place sticks to you like glue, I'm afraid. Anywhere you go that's filled to the brim with sweaty horse bodies and stud meat is quite unforgettable-unless you are a man not interested in horses."

The bartender, a nude reddish-brown and white pinto passed three more bottles along the counter for him to dive into. Despite his despondent sobriety, he found himself easily taking each bottle and slowly emptying them over the course of his conversation with the stallion. His mind was so loose that he found himself unable to hold back any details or secrets of his life.

Perhaps an hour or two later, the silver furred equine smiled at him and asked if he wanted to come see his personal room. Jake was so out of it, he would agree to most anything. Not only was Jake so drunk that he didn't catch the way 'his' was inferred-

He couldn't imagine that he would get to see what it was like inside a gay brothel.

Nor was he ready to find out why stallions flocked to Progue like flies to shit.

The Mare Motel

His head hurt-light blasted into his eyes like painful lightning bolts. At that moment, that's all Jake could notice as a ferocious lion of a hangover tore at his head and throbbing temples.

Strangely, as he rolled over, he noticed he was in an empty bed and there was no sign of anyone else. Jake gave the room a confused glance of his spinning pained eyes and went back to sleep.

He was greeted by the utilitarian upholstered and decorated hotel room when he arose again, confusion stirred in his mind by what had happened last night. Did he sleep with someone-did he rent the room last night when he was too drunk to remember?

Cold feet landed on the soft hairy carpeting that felt like it had been made from feathers or a shaggy dog, the drawers of the dresser beckoning him with some scant promise of answers.

Jake pulled the top drawer back and was immediately shocked. He had expected sheets, towels, or even a bible. Instead, the top inside was lined with very feminine-looking shirts and blouses; The second row had different pants and skirts; The third row had different lingerie and night time items; The last held an unusual collection of make-up, costumes, and other kinky fetish accessories he would prefer to forget.

In all, he shivered in fright. Had he bedded a woman when he really came to Progue to fuck a male horse?! How could he mess something like that up, even if he were drunk?

Sighing, he went back to the bed and went to sleep again. Perhaps this strange lover might come back and tell him what just happened--and bring back his clothing. Jake certainly wasn't going to wade through this chick's drawers just to find something so he could leave the room without being naked.

When he awoke later, there was a tall black furred beast standing over him. At first Jake assumed that maybe this was the hotel's manager who came to see why he was taking so long to check out or something else strange happened.

Instead, the shire with fuzz around his wrists like cotton bracelets simply smiled down at him expectantly. It was an odd expression; as though the horse were waiting for him to do something.

"Did you rest well?" The equine muses lightly, stroking a giant hand along his sheet-covered shoulder.

"Um yes?-Who's room is this?" Jake responds, his eyes flickering between the many pieces of furniture in the room and the different details of the big stud.

Doctor-he was some kind of doctor.

The shire laughed in response, as though it should have been obvious. "It's your room. Master Silk assigned it to you."

Jake shook his head, unable to understand. "Do you mean I met someone last night and they gave me a hotel room to stay in?"

The big black beast stroked his chin in such a curious manner. "I suppose that's the proper way to describe it. I better not say anymore; you're obviously not used to this place quite yet. I'll make a note with Master Silk to leave you alone for a week--that should be enough time for you to get comfortable."

Comfortable? That was a weird way to describe a nicely furnished hotel room. "Ooooookay." Jake agreed, not sure what was going on.

The big doctor horse left out the door as he looked around the room some more in confusion. What's wrong with being in the room for a week?

He sighed, forgetting the odd encounter and going back to sleep--hangovers wouldn't get better with wishes and he certainly still felt SOMETHING in his head. It was a nagging ache-like a cramp in his arm or leg. Annoying but easily bearable. Perhaps he should have asked the doctor for some aspirin before he left out the door.

Jake yawned and turned over, pulling the covers over his naked body and hoping that sleep would find him fast as before.

Hours later, he awoke to a strangling darkness. The room was not lit, and he had not turned on any lights as he had been in the bed since he could remember. How he had gotten there in his drunkeness, he had forgotten.

Jake rose and turned on a couple desk lamps and the ceiling lamp attached to a fan. Nudity aside, he now found himself hungry. Perhaps it had been hours, or up to a day, but he was nonetheless quite starved.

The nearby stock fridge and complementary pantry yielded many choices, but sadly, nothing that could truly satisfy his palate for the moment. For some odd reason, his appetite favored meat and not in a sexual context.

It came to be an odd discovery, as in other hotels, he was used to seeing specialty sausages or some other type of meat in the cabinet. The mini-fridge, though, sported nothing but fruits and vegetables. Quite an array and selection, but nothing that interested Jake at that moment.

Maybe he could try room service or call out and order a pizza. He shook his head then, realizing he had no money and was further afraid of what the tab for this stay might cost. He didn't have any money, yet he was put up in a decently nice room for a week at least by some master named 'Silk'.

Did he meet Silk in the club last night? He was pretty much so buzzed at the time he probably couldn't figure out how to unzip his pants and take his dick out for a leak.

A loud rain began outside. In the silence of the room, the rapid pattering of droplets was deafening. For a long moment, all he did was listen as a primal contentment flooded into his body while he listened. Jake loved the rain, but there wasn't much time in his busy schedule to simply sit and listen to it...Though, sometimes, it accompanied him late at night when he went to bed. The long sensual beats outside enough to meditate calmly by before he drifted into nameless shades of dreams.

He went back to the bed, the sounds outside dragging him into rest.

The morning brought refreshment and lethargy like a hanging ghostly sheet. It took him a moment to shake it off before getting up and going to the door.

It would be nice to see what the rest of the hotel was like or if there was a pool or someplace else interesting to go. As he turned the polished chrome of the looped steel handle, utter confusion crashed upon him.

Jake quickly found himself unable to turn the handle more than half an inch up and down. It was locked, and locked from the outside as if it had been installed in the door the wrong way. He couldn't understand why any hotel would lock their guests inside their own rooms unless it was China or something.

Trying it further only confirmed the truth and frustrated him further. Panic crept into his muscles and caused him to tremble. There weren't any inclinations toward Claustrophobia but there were other very real tangible fears to consider.

He turned on the television and was immediately mystified. Flipping through the channels did not reveal the myriad of only ten or so hotel channels that one gets, but full cable with hundreds of them; along with the premium ones that cost money, pay-per-view movies running 24/7 as though they were free, and every single porn channel available was on free-play.

It was amazing. All he could do for an hour was flip through all the available content that would cost him his monthly paycheck for one week of service.

He certainly only had an hour to zip around.

The door of the room was opened and in walked the doctor, whom was so large, he had to duck his shoulders and step through sideways to get in the room, the door closing behind him.

"And how are we adjusted today?" The big horsie calmly remarks, smiling as he took a few not so subtle steps toward him.

"The door lock is broken." Jake could only whisper.

The black stallion in the white veterinary coat walked back to the door and as Jake heard the thin hushed buzz of a security gate, the handle turned just fine. "Feels okay to me, then again, anyone who wants to leave the room has to be buzzed out by the security officer watching on the cameras."

He started looking around in surprise. "What cameras?"

"We have them set up to make sure only authorized people can leave the room and to advertise goods to potential customers." The big horse explained.

The calm omission only raised more questions as Jake became thoroughly confused and frightened. "What goods?" He enquired, already able to guess but still wanting confirmation.

Without fail, Jake received his explanation--much to his utter horror.

"You are being taken care of in Master Silk's gay brothel. This is the Mare Motel, and stallions come to Prague for sex tourism with desireable species that normally don't consent to outright sex with male horses for good reason...but don't worry; you'll be ready for horsecock before you know it, and we already know how much you love it even if you aren't sure if you can handle it."

Despite being stunned, the obvious argument came into his head at that moment; "But I'm not a mare." He protests.

The vet smiled again, ever subtly. "We make mares here...and we train them. Anything smaller in this place than Master Silk is a mare."

"But I'm not-"

"If you have a hole to put a horsedick in, your a mare...and right now, you need to be milked. Stallions also pay good money for something unique and flavorful to go with their dinners. We have a sophisticated thirst for fillyboi juice and it must be satiated." The vet declared thoughtfully, his eyes dancing energetically as he licked his lips. "As is custom, your first sample belongs to me to taste."

"But I don't have m..." He stopped as he caught the shire staring at his limp penis. "You mean you want my..."

The horse nodded, moving ever slowly like a prowling animal, his eyes intense with one goal. "Uh huh. Daddy loves boy-milk."

Surprised, he rose, dropping the remote and not even looking down as the lid snapped off and spilled the batteries on the floor. His attention was all on the casual horny lope of an equine predator.

He took a step back for every advance of the horse, but the long strides of giant plate-sized hooves on the carpet ate up a few feet with every movement. "Come feed me." The shire growled lustfully.

All the shy human had to do was take one look at the imposing shadow of horse drifting over him, and he was gone like that. The one thing horses didn't have in comparison to their godly large members was speed. Granted, while horses are known for speed, their size and bulk make them somewhat clumsy in tight spaces--well, not all tight spaces.

Jake could easily run rings around the big draft, though he had no idea that was what the stud wanted. All the doctor had to do was take one step and Jake would be on the other side of the room like a lightning bolt.

A patient horse could easily herd him around all day and he was losing vital energy despite the obvious success of his evasion.

After jumping over the bed twenty times, he found himself unable to even walk to the other side of the room in a lazy manner.

And while he ran down like the defective cousin of the energizer bunny, the doctor simply smiled and waited; his body calm yet ready to snap forth like a trap and grab him for the inevitable.

"You've certainly got a lot of energy, mare. We'll find a good place to put it to use." The stallion remarked, the teeth of his haughty grin standing out against the black fur of his muzzle and face.

With little warning, Jake was seized in those muscular giant hands like a doll and tossed idly on the bed. Only when the shire brought up leather cuffs attached to thick chains did the human realize that the whole mattress and frame had been set up with bondage equipment he had failed to notice before.

Each of his limbs was casually locked securely in place until he lay there on the covers spread-eagle and just as helpless as a mouse to a tiger. His eyes lightened significantly in a horrified stare as the menacing form of the equine stood at the side of the bed like some triumphant big game hunter with arms crossed and 'rifle' proudly displayed.

The shire snorts, his giant black watermelon testicles twitching from the involuntary spasm of powerful groin muscles as the barest slivers of spiderweb-like pre glisten down the very tip of his organ as if thick silk thread. "You have much to learn, slut. In this place, struggle, running, and hiding are pointless. The only thing left is to accept your fate and enjoy your purpose as a mock-mare of Prague."

Jake tested his bonds, thrashing weakly as he felt his seven inches of man meat slowly begin to stiffen from the unusual stimulation that this ordeal was giving him. "But why me?" He protested, unable to believe this was all really happening.

"Why did you come to Prague?" The equine countered simply, already knowing the answer as he uttered a throaty chuckle. "Perhaps you don't remember what you said last night while you were drunk, but the Masters' ears are always listening, and he remembers well.

He looked around frantically in disbelief, his little sliver of cock now harder than stone. "Are you saying I wanted this?"

"Perhaps not outright, or in the open, but we stallions have learned that the penis typically always tells the truth in all matters of sexuality. While you deny whatever I have to say, your own cock betrays you. You fight, but your organ seeks the pleasures that a master equine can give."

Jake's eyes rolled idly toward the back of his head as a giant hot tongue caressed along his length wetly like a sloppy blanket. "Oh gawd!" He purred out uncontrollably, fighting the restraints to thrust his cock into the horse's mouth.

Backing away, the doctor idly rubbed a finger along the inside of Jake's thigh to his balls, stopping the motion as he saw the human almost shot his load from the feverish feel of his over-stimulated body.

"Oh yes, little slut mare, I AM your god." The equine breathed out with a deep hungry growl, his lips connecting warmly with the intensely sensitive head of Jake's cock--before he feels the stallion devour his whole rod down the hot mouth, the crazy tongue wrapping and sliding all over his tip and shaft, the cheekbones taut with breath as the horse milks his rod and prepares to suck every bit of spunk from his over-filled mundane nuts.

"And I require sacrifice from my pets." The shire affirmed, suddenly making all of his strokes a hundred times more intense.

Under such an oral onslaught, Jake lost control not once, but shot three or four times in succession as that vicious tongue continued to milk his oversensitive organ and leave it raw and almost painful to the chilly air as the stud got up, licking cum leaking around his lips with horsie satisfaction.

The doctor undid one of the cuffs, and proceeded to leave, his bulging muscular butt and short little tail an obvious invitation for butt sex from one of his own breed. Before his exit from the door, the draft looked over his shoulder with captivating meaningful somber eyes and remarks; "You taste good, but your flavor is unremarkable compared to others we have. You will be milked three times a day by hand once every four hours during the day. Otherwise, what you do during daylight is your free time, and stallions own you during the night unless other arrangements are made by schedule preference. We have a few stallions who pay for a quick fuck during their lunch break from work and we try to accomodate that."

Jake systematically began undoing the other restraints as he warily stared at the horse who had a belly filled with his spunk. "And what do I do during my free time?"

"Anything you want as long as it isn't elaborate, you don't leave the room, and you don't order or eat anything with meat in it. As vegetarians, no equine wants to deal with the characteristic stink of an active carnivore. It comes out of the pores and the ass, and it's about as unpleasant to us as nails on a chalkboard."

Then he was gone, leaving a void of more questions in his wake.

Jake awoke the next day as refreshed as possible, despite being in a stressful situation. He had heard numerous stories of sex slaves in different countries, but never thought he would be among their numbers just because of one casual mistake or omission of tongue during a night of drinking in Austria.

Hell, he was more likely to wake up in a hospital after getting the shit beaten out of him by some angry guy he accidentally insulted while drunk.

Before he could fully gather his wits, the door opened and inside stepped Master Silk. He came in with grey fur glistening as though a ghost from a Dickens classic.

"It's too bad we couldn't get to know each other more; I happen to know your a very enthusiastic kisser when it comes to frenching studs like me." The remarkably beautiful and casual equine uttered.

Though half the size of the shire doctor, his stance and gaze commanded ten times the respect. Silk was elegant and ever studious yet haughty like some aristocratic general who expected no argument or fight from his opponent.

The build of his lean muscle under rippling stormcloud grey skin was about as much warning as he would probably get before the horse showed him the business end of his fist.

Of course, Jake seriously doubted that the stallion would have much cause to get that physical, even when his authority WAS threatened. In some small part of his mind, there was an annoying buzz informing him that he was owned--that property was his clear future.

But rebellion coursed through his veins as surely as the fire in any wild horses' body. Submission was not a word he distinguished well in his personal dictionary unless he was getting paid a wage to subordinate himself to a humiliating office bumfucking.

In this setting, that outcome was quite literal, though he didn't see a paycheck in sight. Master Silk seemed like some kind of example that a 19th century prince of Whales and a Greek god had a tryst and created him as a shimmering elegant bastard child.

Jake watched the towering beast carefully, his knees twitching with the barest tremor of nervousness. He didn't know if he was afraid or attracted to the stallion, but he knew that his body couldn't stand this pressure for too long.

"Your an awkward one to place. While some of my acquisitions are clearly in one class or another, you don't identify into any of them. Generally, all slaves are mares. Specifically, they are either cumdumps, cows, or babysluts." Master Silk calmly remarks.

Jake looked at the billowing curtains of the nearby patio, hoping they could somehow distract him from this suddenly odd exchange of words.

Without warning, Silk seizes him securely by his arm and bows his his head forward to lick lightly along the human's cheek; savoring his salty taste. "Oh yes. As a cow, you'd be mediocre. There's nothing special about your cum. I know you have no inclination towards diapers or other similar fetishes thanks to our discourse last night. Tell me little whore, do you know what that leaves?"

He shook his head, already knowing what the stallion would say as he tried to force the musky beast away from him as swiftly as possible despite the Master's hold on his wrist.

Silk only laughed in response, his certain victory in this display of power and ownership. "That's right, little boybitch...your going to be a new cumdump!"

Jake whimpered in response, the words crushing his soul even lower than it already was. Granted, he came here to meet a stallion. But those aims were more romantic than sexual; he'd gladly give himself to any horse who earned his love.

To have it simply taken from him night after night as if some male concubine was an utter horror.

A horror so apparent on his features that the stallion could not help but laugh at his despair once more.

"You'll get used to it, mare cumdump. All the prostitute boi's do. It simply turns into a job you do every night to come home for relaxing at home. The only difference is your office is also your house!" Master Silk swept an arm gloriously about the space of the amply large yet now clearly claustrophobic room.

"Fu-"

Master Silk immediately clasped a hand over Jake's mouth before he could finish. "If you give us any trouble, your job will be forced on you." Then he promptly showed off a photograph of a strange carousel of bared furry rumps bent over and restrained in place while waiting tensely for a long line of stallions to pay money to a toll gate and choose one of the helpless butts.

Jake shivered, relieved when the master put the picture away.

"Your job if you behave, is to service one stallion a night. Disobey, and you still service a stallion...but once every ten minutes."

He was almost glad to see the silver horse go. Despite more fears and questions to sort out, he was left alone and nobody would bother him. Jake had a week to think about escape before he met his first customer.

The doctor had failed to mention the reason why he wasn't pressed quickly into service. A reason that would make itself obvious the next day as if the utter annoyance of a defective blaring smoke detector.

Next morning was a rude awakening. He found himself roused from sleep by the strangest sight he could ever imagine.

Sitting on his chest and jumping on him like a maniac was a white baby horse-

No, not a baby. With a closer look, Jake could tell this was an adult stallion but still quite small. He was surely a miniature horse; a miniature horse who did not seem to be the least bit patient.

"Up you beast, up! We can't begin your training until I have you on your feet." The little pony sneered with impatience and venomous drips of cruelty from his expression as if from the fangs of a snake.

For a long moment, he could only stare. "What..." And received a snap to his outer thigh with a brisk movement of that ponies' crop.

"Up, I say! And don't speak--mares have no voice in the presence of the brothel slave-breaker!"

He couldn't take the little horsie seriously, considering that he was so small and looked so helpless. There wasn't much the mini could do to make him obey. Of course, appearances are deceiving, and Jake discovered this the hard way when the pony simply reached down-

And snagged him painfully by his testicles-

The strange little creature's intentions were so made starkly clear: before he could realize what had happened, it was as though his balls had suddenly been thrown into a vice-grip, sending an explosion of pain jolting through his body like a viceral thunderbolt, paralyzing him; his back arched involuntarily, his muscles tensing, a strangled cry pushing through his larynx yet failing to get out completely, the pain was so intense.

"I gave you an order. If you can't figure out who's in charge, then I'll have to teach you that as well. Obedience training on top of what the master already has planned for you."

As soon as he reached out to grab the horse or do something, the pony twisted his balls and made him yowl and arc his back with misery and sudden contempt.

With his hand still wrapped around Jake's balls, he used his other hand to grab Jake's hair and pulled the human up against his muzzle to stare into his teal blue equine eyes. "Now, I won't have anymore problems, will I? I don't want to tell Master Silk that I turned his new toy into a gelding."

He could only whimper and cry in response as the pony gave an exceptionally nasty grin and released his hold of both of Jake's areas with shallow mercy. "That's good. This little slut has some sense, after all."-

Jake's eyes suddenly brightened with a thought of insight as he remembered something the doctor told him. In a quick motion of brilliance, he had his hands on the little ponies' johdpurs, before snapping them down like lightning.

His efforts to hide a bout of crude sniggers failed as he stared amusedly at the pony trainer's crotch. The little white stallion had on a pretty pink frilly thong with lace on the edges and along the waistband. It lifted his tail in such a sissy yet elegant way and seemed to separate his buttocks and drag them down a little somewhat like a rump spreaderbar.

The sissy stallion, who only moments before had talked with such confidence and cruelty, now shivered with eyes alight in complete feminized embarassment.

Jake met his eyes; eyes with sensitivity that seemed ready to burst with tears.

And he wondered.

Wondered why this small horse had vainly tried to deny his role in the brothel and act like even more of an arrogant turd than the rest of the stallions actually in charge.

"Yes, It's true..." He sniffled out as his cute animated belly heaved lightly with sobs. "I'm nothing more than a mare like anybody else here. Master Silk let's me keep this illusion of masculinity to spite me for his sick amusement. No matter what I do or how I act, I am always wearing panties and getting fucked at night by horny lust-driven beasts!"

Jake's heart went out to the wrecked creature. The pony had probably seen and was forced to do things that he couldn't guess at. It was a strange exhange of power between them, now that the truth was out. The little stallion was not a master--he was as much a prisoner as anyone else. Strangely, it was this fact that solidified him as an equal and a focus of compassion from Jake.

But the human shook his head bitterly, looking up at one of the partially hidden cameras. There was still a reason why the horse had come into this room, and he would be forced to find out.

The pony dismounted his frame, sighing. "Your new here, so I'll be gentle. But you need alot of training if your to see any customers--otherwise, the vet will be seeing you each time and cleaning up your ass along with stitches."

Jake's eyes widened with sudden understanding. "Your going-"

"There are smaller equipped mares than myself, but the master wants you to have a taste for the size and shape of horsedick to get you stretched proper. Knots and piggy corkscrews aren't going to do the job, so here I am."

He could only stare at the small bulge in the front of the sissy horse's panties, not sure what he was looking at. "Will I like it?"

The pony pulled down his thong and showed off a pink-skinned sheathe with a very light fuzz of white fur along its surface. "You will learn to like it." The stud remarked cryptically; his length of pink horsesnake crawling from its hole and firming up steadily into a bubblegum colored rod of horseflesh even as the equine blushed and wagged his long pretty tail.

Jake's eyes glazed over with contemplative desire. For the longest time, he had been denying the truth of the situation. What he thought of as love was a human idea and it seemed that the equine definition was less of permanence and more of a display of power such as any leader would be entitled to.

Every horse sought to claim or surrender toward another, he realized. There was no love in this process of dominance, but it was all foreplay. A delicate play between equines before the act of mating, followed by feelings of lingering need and passion that resolved into what he could consider romance.

In this manner, every horse who ever sought to control another being, was a barbarian. Warrior creatures were seldom forthcoming in intimacy with their claimed mate until their power was obvious to all, and no one would dare steal that warrior's mare away.

He supposed that in this way, he could submit to the designs of all stallion kind. Though his human beliefs and way of courting were as stubborn as if he had the blood of an untamed mustang in his body.

Again, he was tempted to ask. But those pretty eyes put him at ease as if a reassuring caress of his shoulder, and he found himself committed to obeying ever more.

These creatures were quite charmed and impassioned. The pony himself appeared to be glorious with the glistening angelic brilliance of his unblemished and unspoilt snowy fur.

Jake collected a devout conviction from deep inside his body which felt like a powerful nervous series of tremors up and down his back as his hair tickled on end. It was the cock he paid attention to. Trembling pink flesh ready to claim the nearest mare like a spray of bright fire from tip to hilt.

Such warmth wafted from that organ and inflamed Jake into an awakening of lust as powerful as if he'd been a spring-time filly in season!

"Should we get to the deed, or are you going to stare at it all day?" The pony teased, grinning as he humped his hips forward to spear his cock out.

He stared at it numbly; his own organ as hard as a post while he studies it. "If I say no, will you dance around for me?"

The pony laughs uncontrollably in response, doubling over so fast that he smacks himself in the head with his own member.

"Now..." The pony thoughtfully muses, slowly masturbating his stallionhood along the lengthy shaft to keep it firm and ready. "What position would you prefer to start with? This being your first time, I'll leave it up to you."

Jake's eyes glazed over in giddy pleasure. Perhaps this wasn't the perfect fantasy with a horse he'd always dreamed of, but in his fantasies, he had planned it all out on how he'd expected it to go.

"I want..." His body melted from the humiliating and coy act of uttering the words. Rather than suffering from indecision, he struggled with the embarassment to say what he wanted to the stallion for what constituted all of his ultimate desires.

Jake sighed, a deep berry blush on his cheeks from the mere thought of such a thing. In an ideal relationship, he would have confided to his lover in intimate secrecy, and the stallion Romeo would nibble his ears as his hole was taken and filled with seabiscuit.

There was true power at work here, as he felt his muscles and fingers visibly tremble. His heart beat like a stammering engine on octane as his face twitched and the veins on the surface of his eyes tingled and throbbed. Jake briefly closed them, beginning to cry a little.

He drew hard breaths and pushed his hair back as his cock spouted tiny drizzles of pre. "I want to be your mare. I desire only to be claimed as if I were in heat."

The pony licked his lips and swatted his tail about, smiling with a kind but lechereous little grin about his amused pink lips.

Oat-flavored breath wafted over to him where he lay in bed, making him shudder in passionate delight. The sweet equine smells and musks played on his nose like a symphony of masculine poetry.

The pony snorted lightly and lowered himself down over Jake, long ivory mane hanging over his eyes like a mysterious curtain of spiderwebs as he peeked curiously through at the human with his soft kind eyes.

Jake nibbled at his fingernail lightly as he gazed back in the beautiful captivating gaze of the mini master.

His body reacted involuntarily; lifting itself up and cramming his head under the pillows as his butt was raised high in the air as if he were truly desperate to be fucked.

"So, it IS a mare you wish to be!" The mini giggled out, laying his warm fuzzy cheeks on the top of Jake's butt as he sighed and rubbed aling the human's supple chubby buns with those two small delicate hands.

The stallion breathes lightly, enjoying Jake's masculine smell. "And my mare you shall be." He sweetly nickers out, the heat from his body so calming that Jake can melt easily into the little horsie without any effort.

An eternity passes as the pony lays there absorbing his human scent; a twitching cock bobbing along the back of his thighs like a monstrous finger just ready to explore his tight virgin folds.

Jake can feel the temptation as well as the heat shared between them; his breaths now shallow in the sheets as his butthole twitches and spasms in lusty invitation to the amply endowed stud upon his back like a prize stallion at a racehorse farm.

$500 if the stallion produces a champion from his mare's loins; double if carriage and blue eyes breed true! Jake jokes to himself with a muffled series of giggles even while his body trembles for the need to release.

He'd never dreamed that he would be so impatient to be fucked by someone he didn't know or particularly love, yet here he was ready and eager to commit to being stuffed by a stallion sausage only to be left tired and begging for more like the mareslut he had become.

"Please make me..." Jake breathes out uncertainly, his body tensing for the sudden snap of cock. "Make me..." His cock spasmed with heat-filled desire as it drooled a long sparkly streamer of pre onto the bed sheet.

Soft warm hands explored along his ribs, belly, and hips. They slid about like hot silk and sent primal shivers through his body as though he existed and lived his whole life for this one single moment of sexual awakening.

Fiery unsated lust passed from the pony and into his own body like a violent electric current of imminent need. His skin was ablaze with the smell and bodyheat of horse as his breathing stilled in his lungs and made him subject to the undeniable need of the small stud.

"Do you know what it means to love a horse, mare?" The small equine muses, nibbling Jake's ear lightly as the human can feel the hot horse breath on his cheek and smell oats, grass, and carrots in it like a wind of spiritual equus.

Jake could not respond to that, his body shaking and numb from all of the stimulation of the petite sexy body lingering on top of his as though a blanket of pony.

The pony whickers affectionately in a light elegant tone. "To love a horse is to love all of us." The pretty studmuffin licks his ear and nips lightly at it. "For you, it is difficult to understand. There is no true romance with stallions; there is only lust and the connection of souls."

Even now, Jake could feel in his body what the pony meant; muscles shivering with static longing as his limbs threatened to go limp like jelly and collapse under him.

"Romance implies partners and mateship with two bonded individuals. With horses, it is different. No stallion can sit still with only one mare. They wander around with large bands of mates which they have a pick of, and each mate that a stallion connects with intimately that moment, are forever linked not merely to one stallion but every stallion. Once I claim you, all of equinekind will have rightful use over your body, for souls are transient like water and romance burns for us stallions no longer than a spark from a bonfire."

The words poured through him like light through a magnifying glass; intensifying and beaming into his soul in one focused burst of power. "Yes..." Was all he cound say as his asshole twitched nervously, unready to take the horsedick though still yearning for it as if a great thirst were unsated.

He waited in an eternity for a moment that would not arrive. Jake looked back and saw the pony glancing thoughtfully at his hole with those pretty eyes. "What's wrong?" He asks quietly; the impatience in his heated loins threatening to destroy him as he warily watched that pretty sliver of mini meat bounce around like a long balloon.

"Your butt is much too dry, mare. It seems the doctor forgot all about your needs." The pony purred out, feeling along Jake's satin soft anus with an insistent and curious finger. "Yes, too dry. To make love with a male gigolo requires a great deal of lubricant, and you don't have any."

Jake looked back, confused. "What do you mean?"

The pony slid a finger up his tailhole and brought it out. It glistened with long clear streams of what looked like spit or egg-white. "The master makes certain that all of his mares are always filled with J-lube. It helps with going to the bathroom, and of course, butt sex."

He looked at the slimy finger and nodded. "So how does he lubricate his pets?"

The mini rolled his eyes thoughtfully. "Well...in this place, there are numerous methods for using lube, but the main one most slaves are accustomed to is the veterinarian using an enema bag for the job. The other is by room service, but I'll let that be a surprise for you. When I first got a room service lube fill, it was so sexy it kept me hard for a whole day!"

The pony stood on the bed and straddled Jake between his firm white thighs. "Today, we're going to do a naughty little slave trick that another mare taught me when I first came here."

Jake watched in surprise as the pony squatted over his rear and bum, squirting body-warmed lube from his own tailhole in a long sticky line of stringy juice. He blushed as he felt the J-lube crawl down his butt and between his crack and down his thighs. His mind swam with the perverted guilty pleasure that this lube came out of a horse's ass and would go into his!

He felt as the warm horsecock slid all over his plump tush and slickened itself with the warm pony-flavored lube before patiently laying against his sensitive and tight rear gate. "Are you ready hunny?" The mini whisperes tenderly.

It was a long eternity on the threshold of anticipation. Jake had never done anything like this and he briefly wondered what it would be like to be owned by every equine stud he ever met. They'd smell it on him, he was sure. The essence of horsecum in the body must linger in the unsated flesh for an eternity; a mark of fair use for any stallion within smelling distance.

It poked at him-melting into his body like a hot spear of equine fire. Claimed, he had yet to be sated! Pain and pleasure alike exploded into his rear with every slow inch of lance. He could no more resist it than the call of thirst. His body longed for the long pole of horseness to slink into his deeper folds like an incomplete piece to a puzzle that had been his life.

Yes! Please quench my thirst for horse! He screamed in both mind and body; a deep primitive mare in his body seemed to flush his body with an unbearable dryness of estrus heat that only a long pulse of horsecum could end.

It was a strange sensation of deep desire as he backed his rear into that slowly pushing member. Even in the most intense moment of passion, he could feel the controlled snorts of breath from the horny little pony and the gentle insertion of the unyielding stallion rapier.

He had wetly farted along the shaft by accident perhaps almost half a dozen times as the pony paid it no mind and continued. Jake reached back and felt the warm hardness of the horsecock, his fingers tracing the smooth and obvious protrusion of the urethra as well as the random assortment of bulging veins.

Every inch was both heaven and hell. It was a purgatory of guilty pleasure along the slippery length of a cavalry sword; every bit of it pulsed inside of him-alive and hot as a brand. It was a glorious organ of a god that would forever mark him as the property of all gods.

Gods who bore steel shoes and breathed a hot wind of oats and apples and carrots like a fragrant garden in summer.

He squeezed his rump over every bit of the organ as the pony snorted lightly and ground his cock back and forth like the piston on a train moving slower than a man could walk.

His breaths came in shallowly as his lust intensified like a draining well; his ass seeking to be filled faster than it had been emptied. "Make me a mare!" Jake whined with helplessness; his only desire to be fitted firmly to the shaft of stallion meat as if the organ were to fill his hole and make him complete.

He didn't care if the pony fucked him so hard that he had to walk bow-legged for a week! His heat was so great that the casual fucking of a good natured equine couldn't drench it away. "Fuck me harder, stallion!"

His scream of feral need is answered by a hearty trumpet of masculine passion; inches now slamming and emtying from his loosening ass as effortlessly as quicksilver.

Jake looked back over at the stud even while his butt jiggled against the ponie's fucking and his slight tits bounced about. Small in stature, the mini stud looked and felt as though he were the king of all equine masters!

A bigger cock than this was out of his imagination. This was the biggest he had ever taken in his life, and not only did it burn deeply like a red hot poker, it melted away all of his fears like an equine crucible--leaving behind nothing but his purest desires and fantasies for equus.

Within the crucible of stallion fire, Jake burned and reformed into a shape more pliable to all of the horsie race. While his loins ached for horseseed, his body lay begging and incomplete as though he were a mare in the guise of a man.

The pony fucked him harder as he felt the wide tip of the flared cock bend and scrape against his insides like a pipe-scrubber. Such a sensation only meant one thing: the pony was very close to putting out Jake's blazing heat with a hot silver stream from his hose like a tasty equine firefucker.

Jake felt a tingling little hoarse cry start to build up his throat, and then he released it just as he felt the mini shoot and cram his ass all full of cream as if he were just someone's mare twinkie!

The pony lay on his back and locked firmly in his tight rear for a good ten minutes before he felt the once might organ now shrivel up and slink back into a cute fuzzy sheathe while the pony jumped off the bed and tugged his panties back up and giggled.

"That was..." Then he collapsed tiredly on his bed and fell asleep; his ass dripping spooge like an unplugged drainpipe, his thighs now coated in the sticky musk-filled goodness of horse spunk.

In this moment, he truly felt like someone's pet mare.

A week of training with the mini stallion had taught him how to properly relax for bigger cocks and he wasn't quite ready for Master Silk, yet, but ponies slightly smaller than the big hoss were now possible.

The mini stallion had given instructions to that effect to Silk, guaranteeing that Jake's introduction to slavery would be short, but sweet...and managable.

Now, he waited anxiously for his first customer. It was different to be trained by one of master's pets; they had conduct and behavior to observe.

Paying customers did not have this inhibition, as was evidenced by the dishovelled appearances of numerous other slaves that Jake happened to see on an infrequent basis.

At ten minutes past eight, a short yet imposing creature sauntered into the room with a thick bandaged tail and a coat as gray as tainted snow. His eyes were fierce and aggressive like those of a hunter, and his muscles flexed with an aura of barely suppressed control.

Jake found one of those eyes gazing over his feminized small frame while the other hid itself covertly behind a tangle of curly mane as though a wild cat in the jungle. "Hola...". Breathes the creature in a chirpy but astonishingly commanding voice. "Me llamo Andrez'e Bacallo."

With every inch of the horse that drew closer into the room's weary lights, Jake could see more details transpose themselves before his nervous coy human gaze!

"Are you going to speak In Espanol for the whole night? I can't understand it that well." Jake admits, the power of the horse soaking into his skin like warm sunrays.

The Andalucian male laughed in response; a flighty little chortle of equine merriment uttered from the nostrils as well as the throat. "Aye-no no. I'm just more...comfortable introducing myself in my native tongue." The stud purrs in casual satisfaction.

Jake was relieved to know that the horse was quite patient; after all, he had been rented for a whole night so a quickie was unnecessary! "I imagine that's not the only thing you want to demonstrate with that tongue?" The human teases, resting a hand on his pink mini-skirted hip. The skirt itself didn't really cover anything, as the lower half of his buttocks were still hanging out and temptuous as a siren's call of lust.

Andrez'e shook out his pretty mane with a gleam in his eye and the competitive spirit of an invigorated athlete in his very gaze.

It was then that Jake remembered him. Bacallo is a well known personality in both soccer and polo circles; almost a Spanish national treasure. Every mare sought his bed and every male sought his attentions. The andalucian was a romantic Fabio of stallions.

Even Jake entertained notions of love and holding the frumpy prideful creature, now that the thought came into his mind. It was a strange ungodly lust that quaked in his thighs, and the masculine stink of horse an ambrosia to the senses like electricity itself.

A roar came into his ears as his eyes met those of the star athlete; thunderclaps echoing in his head as thought the horse filled him with power merely from the contact of one gaze.

"Pretty little creature, aren't you?" Andrez'e breaths lightly, a slow gentle gust of hot air from his nostrils. Desire melted in him and burned like fierce spices mixed in various Mexican dishes.

Jake could only stand there as though he had been petrified by the simple command of silken horseflesh and the enigmatic trance of complex hunter's eyes.

Andrez'e calmly takes a few steps towards him, firm and lean arms gripped about his sides with hot insistent hands. "Tonight, I will show you the meaning of amor a primera vista." Jake feels his stomach turn into water as those hot equine lips travel up from his shoulder to his lips, awakening a deep design within his body as though an inspiration of a god-like artist.

Jake remembered the word "amor" and nearly melted on his feet. "Oh yes, master." He whined lightly, scratching his shaved thighs nervously together.

The lovely polo pony made his eyebrows dance briefly in a seductive way. "I will find the key to this heart and claim it as my treasure." Andrez'e growls gently, flicking a hot tongue all over Jake's ear even while he felt the steamy breath all over his skin like a wave of a caress.

Everything in his body burned for the horse, as though it were his whole purpose merely to be cradled in the equine's arms and played with gently like he were the stallion's guitar.

Outside, darkness brought the fuzzy faded lights of nearby motel and bar signs while he nervously cringed in hungry feverish desire to be held.

His body longed for a tender ride through the night as his eyes sought those of the sophisticated beastly creature. "Will you hold me?" Jake could only whisper in utter wrecked fear; uncertainties coursing through his heart like the blood in his veins.

The horse did not react immediately, nor did Jake expect him to. Perhaps a minute after his question, the horse finished staring out the window and relaxing, finally looking at Jake and sitting on the bed before grabbing the human bordello pet down with him.

Jake felt himself flop heavily into the pony's lap as Andrez'e easily positioned him as though he were indeed a guitar-skewed a little to the side with an aloof gentleness as though he were being held closely to the horse's bosom like a baby.

He shook out his hair, rubbing his face in the soft short fur along the horse's heaving musky chest. His purpose seemed complete as he melted in the sanctity of sacred equine flesh. Every slow ticking second, their worlds continued to collide and meld together into one pure beauteous experience.

As he was about to slip out of his skirt and panties, Andrez'e stopped him with a firm shake of his mane and a light grunt. "No mare, It's not polite to have you bared unless we are both ready."

Jake looked up in surprise. "But I thought it would make you happy." He protests lightly, nibbling on his lower lip in apprehension while his skin burns like a furnace.

Andrez'e closed his eyes and took a slow breath, sliding a big muscular hand along Jake's halter top and around his tummy and navel. "Gentlemen do not expect their ladies to be whores." He soothingly reasons, bending his head down to lick Jake's cheek again; tongue warm and silky with passionate equine fire that sent waves of desperation through the human as though he were a mare.

"Whatever you desire, I submit to your will." Jake moaned lightly, lust coarsing through his veins as if a liquid fire of urgent yearning.

The horse set his head lightly over Jake's, licking his lips casually to moisten them as the whiskers around his nares blew about with every breath like a forest of baren transparent trees. "Yes." Andrez'e remarked simply, running his right hand softly along the humans' body while his left arm supported Jake's upper body.

He found himself blushing as a silver-furred hand wandered down his body and poked around his buns and hole, occasionally poking around inside as the horse grunted with a casual defeated disinterest. "I see no one saw fit to give you a lube job today."

Jake found himself looking back at the stallion in an obviously curious manner, to which Andrez'e laughed. "How interesting. You must be a new mare not to know about that. It will be strange but fun, I hope." The pony mused, rubbing Jake's hair back as he casually picked up a nearby phone and dialing-all with one hand.

He could faintly hear the dull buzz of the monotonous dial tone, while the horse licked his lips with a thoughtful expression of perverted lust. "Hello, room service? This is room Fifty-Six. My mare needs a good J-Lube pumping right now." He declared, a firm humorful grin on his whiskery muzzle. "Yes, yes. I would like it immediately, and I accept the charges."

As Jake listened, he knew it was better not to ask questions; this was likely that special service that the white pony was referring to. Strange that it cost money to use it, but he supposed that it was just another avenue of finance to keep the brothel running.

The noble creature put the phone down, starry glistening eyes focused over Jake's body. "I must appreciate your spirit. It's a candid display of inner fire that brings one on an adventure such as this...Perhaps my lovely filly of the night would enjoy a dance with me?"

For the first time, Jake shook out of his trance and looked at the pretty creature. Reaching one of his hands forward, he felt Andrez'es' pretty face. The short hair of the gray horse flowed smoothly under his senstive palm and fingertips like a river of silk.

The warmth of the equine seemed to lightly burn into his skin as his hand explored; casual gentle breath deafening in the silent chamber of the room.

Mane began to tangle in his fingers and hang over his wrist as he felt along the firm hard neck of the horse. He could feel the breaths, he could feel the blood. In this moment he had known a horse more intimately than if a hundred had come into this room to rape him.

Satin muzzle blew a few long locks of hair over his eyes as though he were a shetland, those longing beautiful eyes full of mystery and mirth. A snap of that wrist had a nearby alarm clock turned on with a loud trance song permeating into the room with the elemental spice of a sauna.

They were quite a pair; him a human dressed like a feminized male prostitute, and a horse gentlestallion who wore his green lycra shirt and mesh polo shorts with a hanging stink of stale sweat and bodily musk.

Music guides his motions as though an emotional beacon among the dim light of the room. With the euphoria of this world, he found himself empty and floating as though a simple doll to the horse's will.

It was so obvious that the stallion led the dance; his body was in the creature's arms and seemed as if he had always been guided in those sweet-smelling odorous arms through eternities.

He was a gale force storm of horse, reverberating in every one of Jake's pores like lightning as his hair blew about in the odd breeze of being flung about in a dance. It was an insatiable hurricane of lust that spun him about as active feet spun and snapped with every unrehearsed movement of primal energy.

A dance; this moment was no longer a dance as much as it was a gala-a feast of the divine souls, spirits entwining in impromptu ceremony of love as though echoes in the night threatened to crash down and tame them both to purgatorial separation.

Eternity wrapped about them like a blanket as the wind of their breaths mingled in the slowly chilling air even while the moon came at the corner of his room like a far off orb like a pearl in the night.

Clouds wandered outside like gray ghosts wavering in the sky as the music infused their souls with a primal spiritual purpose. Jake closes his eyes, wondering if all of this is an illusion, even while his feet seem to dangle under him in a useless way as he floats.

"It's this temperate beat, you know, that horses are built for. Calm, easy, yet passionate." The horse declared as starbursts of phantasmal sound were uttered forth from the small speaker.

It wasn't so hard to disbelieve him; Jake felt that such an observation was the truth when he dwelled on the similarities in style.

Paradise ended abruptly with a soft knock that seemed to come from everywhere.

Andrez'e shrugged his shoulders and walked casually to the door, pulling a keycard from his pocket and unlocking it as he opened it and invited some unseen jumble of machines into the room followed by a purple and white striped skunk male in a giant padded pink diaper with plastic pants locked securely over.

At first, Jake found himself curious over the skunkboi's condition, but abruptly changed his mind. This was obviously one of the babysluts the master referred to, and he wanted no part in any of that.

Andrez'e smiled at the skunkie, looking over the two vaguely gas station pump looking tanks with the two nozzles and hoses attached. "I don't remember seeing you in pampers before, sissy." The horse lightly muses, snorting.

The purple skunk lowered his face respectfully with a close of his eyes and a little bit of a curtsy, the sound of crinkles carrying through the silent room and night like thunder. "Yes Master Bacallo, Master Silk decided to punish me like this after I sprayed a customer. With a diaper on, I certainly can't skunk anyone." He answered in a humble tone, blushing as he bent over the two tanks and fiddled with them to get them ready.

Jake also blushed when his eyes met those of the diaperslut. "And what is your request? Will it be a lube fill, or will we also clean the mare out?"

Andrez'e stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Yes, it would certainly help if it was just J-Lube up his butt and nothing else more unpleasant than that."

He could only shake his head as he listened. They spoke as if he were not here...or an animal. When the horse looked back at him with a gentle motion of his hand, Jake was terrified. He'd never had an enema before, and really didn't want to know what it would be like.

"Come here, you silly girl!" Andrez'e chuckled out lightly, clucking affectionately as if to beckon a startled critter. Jake could only blush and pull his skirt front over his stiffening cock.

Despite his uncertainty, this definitely seemed like an interesting situation. He'd certainly learned to love anal sex in the seven short days he had been trained.

Jake could only nod dumbly as he walked stiffly forward on wobbly foal legs, coming before the little slut gas station pumps that were painted all pink and pretty with flower stickers all over them.

He blushed as he dropped to his knees, neatly bent over the edge of the bed as though someone were to come take him from behind. Jockey position, the miniature called it, because it made him look like a rearing horse being ridden by their jockey or another stallion.

"Good girl." Andrez'e whispers soothingly, rubbing Jake's silky hair in that warm hand as he blushed from the praise.

He felt something going on behind, but ignored it as his eyes tentatively watched while the master horse pulled down the waistband of his green shorts and launched nine or ten inches of throbbing semi-flaccid cock into the air. The black ebony organ now lay idly against his thigh like a sleepy drooling snake.

The human slave's mouth watered for the charcoal sausage with a voracious sexual appetite as though he'd never seen a horse's penis before. The mini had trained him how to suck off a horse properly, but it didn't have quite have the passion that it did now.

He felt his skirted thong being pulled down around his knees even as he stared at it longingly. Jake licked his lips and his eyes glazed with a forlorn pleasure as he saw the spongy organ stiffen like a black spear.

Andrez'e smiled thinly with benevolent pride, his eyes half closed with amused curiosity. "So, it seems you really are a mare." He remarked. It wasn't an insult or compliment or insinuation. His comment simply was; given like time itself.

His body almost melted when he felt the fiery warmth of the stallion's hot poker on his cheeks and nose, glans leaving trails of oozy chilling musty pre all over his face like snail trails.

"I know where you want it." He whispers in a teasing tone with a little horsie giggle. "Bet you'd just love playing with my stud toy all night."

Jake could only close his eyes and let an obvious tremor of lust and want shake through his body like a sudden cold chill, to which the horse whickered at him with an all-knowing chuckle from deep in his throat.

Behind, he finally felt it-and grunted-as a long thick nozzle was thrust into his unlubed ass like a vicious horny cock even while he snarled in shocked pain.

As the soreness of the raping violation left his body, his bowels suddenly filled with a gush of warm water before the skunk stopped. "Bathroom now." The diaper skunk ordered.

As his insides gurgled in discomfort and cramps, he looked at the instrument panel on the tank and saw that a gallon of soapy water had been squirted up his butt in one shot.

Inside the bathroom, he rushed to empty out and clean up before walking shyly back into his previous filling position; the skunk taking the other nozzle and jabbing it carelessly between his human cheeks like a needle.

He yelped a bit, before looking back over towards the droopy dripping cockhead-and the twenty inches of shaft behind, making him shivered in a mix of horniness and expectant fear.

Then his body relaxed as he felt the slow squirting of warm lube and aphrodesiacs squirming up his butt and glazing his insides with a coat of pleasureful slickness. For that instant, he was lost. Just as he lost himself in their fanciful dance, he now lost himself in the horse's eyes while he felt the juice fill up his body and the bobbing equine cockhead painted his face with stallion ooze.

Soon, his belly blew up like a watermelon as he reached over to feel it lightly with one hand. With the hypnotic power of Andrez'e's beautiful expression, Jake didn't fully register the skunk ripping the nozzle from his hole and stuffing a giant buttplug into his rump like a pink silicone cork.

Jake yelped as he felt it twist and drill into his rear, before flopping uselessly in the bed with the overpowering feeling of fullness pushing around in his bowels as though he were a balloon.

He didn't even realize that the skunk had left proptly after and that they were alone again. Jake was truly lost in these overbearing sensations of sex and lust even while invisible thick clouds of masculine stink floated from that frank open crotch into his waiting nostrils like a potpouri of pony.

Sweltering human loins suddenly sought the power of that beautiful member even as his eyes seemed locked on it in hypnotic dreams of delirium.

Andrez'e poked the warm wet cock forward against the human's soft peach-like lips. It was taboo, and yet it was pristine unfettered lust that shot through his body like a sudden sensation of cold; tremors through his muscles and skin.

Jake closed his eyes and opened his mouth, waiting in an eternity of expectant impatient desire even as the warm lubricant sloshed about inside him like he were a wine cask.

Great flared equine flesh teased around his chin and lips and nose with hotness and a sticky sensation of slimy pre.

He became adamantly lost to his feelings as his mouth widens as much as he can while his small tongue licks and searches around the bulbous head of silky, yet micro-fractured skin.

Love, while he listens in affection for the different casual moans of the horse, he never believed it to be so close to him than this moment.

Whether this moment lasts a night or an eternity, he has given his heart to this gentle beast--has let the equine fill him with feelings of need and sympathy.

How strange this floating of the soul.

Jake finds himself blush as the stallion entrusts the black stiff member partially into his mouth as far as it could fit. Juice flows down his throat as his mouth is filled with the tantilizing flavor of horse.

He finds himself drooling while struggling to gulp down the ambrosia of equus like sweet rivers of masculine honeyed wine.

Moments--forever--the warmth and flavor tingle on his tongue and the roof of his mouth like a thick layer of sacharine plastic readily melting as if taffy.

Then it is over as he feels the hotness and musk retreat slowly from his maw with a long thick thread of mixed saliva and precum like a bridge between their bodies.

His eyes close heavily with relaxed bliss as he sees the transparent string continue to cling to the flared mushroom head of the horse glans while Andrez'e casually sauntered about the bed to Jake's bared and sloppy dripping rump.

The horse tosses Jake onto the bed with rude amusement as the human finds himself blushing and laying spread-eagle along the mattress as if he were a snow angel.

Standing there at the foot grins the haughty yet deliciously affectionate master of horseflesh. The lithe muscles of a stringy equine athlete are laid bare like the artistically carved relief of an ancient Greek minotaur who bore a horse's head and tail.

He sat up a bit in the bed, looking at those eyes of stallion pride, his body relinquishing all dignity with the acquiescence of a pretty doll. "Take me." Jake whispers into the deep blue eternity of those marble eyes that shone like twilight stars in a purple sky.

Andrez'e licked his lips, and with a quirky motion of his energetic body that made Jake laugh with impassioned fervor, began to kick his own cock about on his knees for a bit as though it were a soccer ball. "Something me and the mates came up with while we were bored." The pony declared with a nasal chuckle.

Jake licked his lips hungrily as he watched. Andrez'e certainly had an interesting way to entertain himself which made the human jealous. "Are we going to get to our match, or are you going to kick that silly snake of yours around all day like a hacky sack." He giggled out, his rear leaking on the bed with a slow trickle of mareslime.

The shiny cock and balls glimmered with a dull reflection of spectral light as though there was a candle flickering nearby. The pony soon ceased his hypnotizing rainbow arc of horsemeat in favor of displaying his instrument proudly like an obelisk of maleness.

As Andrez'e crawled along the bed and came closer, Jake looked back just in time to feel the buttplug snap from his small helpless body as the horse grinned and he yelped from the sudden lightning bolt of pain throbbing through his ass while he whined in a subdued whorish manner. Soon, he had his legs up against the pony's chest while the horsie kneeled against those bared human cheeks, cock hard and shiny just an inch away from his intimate opening.

Jake felt his small body writhe as the cannon of horseflesh sunk hotly into his body, expecting a huge blast of cum at any second. The big horsemember squeezed glans first through his spincter and created such discomfort that it felt somewhat like a painful impacted dump and a long horrendous sneeze in his rear. Every second, his rectum seeked to quake and thrash to expel the equine intruder.

Soon though, his body adjusted and he howled out in primal delight as every burning inch burrowed into his assflesh as though a thick equine worm even while the J-Lube coated it with enough slime to keep it squirming forth into his darkest fleshy depths.

The sword of stallion lust lanced back and forth in a continuous attempt to stretch out his rear for the full length. In this moment, he became a casual stranger of lust who obsesses over intricacies of equine cock. Each inch filled him with a burning desire of ultimate humiliation for begging to be a stallion's mare.

He ground his teeth and looked back at the diamonds of the stallions eyes as he felt the sloppy splashes of J-Lube get torn from his ass with every pounding stab of horsemember as though he were being drilled like an oil well with the throbbing size of primal animal flesh.

It was a horse thunderbolt from a sultry and naughty demon of romance, satin-furred skin rubbing along his naked helpless body like a living carpet. He panted in disbelief; his ass can barely stretch to fit the girthy long equine tool as the stallion bucks his hips to deliver each thrust like a pony jackhammer, pounding Jake silly with those warm fragrant musty thighs as though he were the stud's little mare bitch.

Andrez'e was a creature of urges as he worked the human over like a stable's filly concubine, smell of sweet male horse released into the air like a scented candle of equus.

The proud spear of sexual iron seemed unsatisfied with the hot body it had been sheathed in; continually going in and out with the slippery ease of an eel in oil. Jake writhed and shook in pleasure as the jabbing blade of horsecock ground deeper and deeper inside his loosening human depths until he felt the excited thighs and avid smooth fuzzy testicles bouncing against his rump cheeks.

Andrez'e was both a lover and an animal, beast made of hormones and sex. Jake could only look into those eyes at a glorious masculine being of great charismatic force while the jabbing blade of a cock sunk deeply into his bowel with wet sounds of sloppy lubricated buttsecks in his tight male passage.

Jake panted hard as his cavernous ass widened and collapsed with every frantic bestial thrust of malehood while the stallion grunted and snorted, holding his legs up and spread wide.

He felt his body get crushed under the stud's weight as Andrez'e leaned down, cock firmly planted in his rear like a thor buttplug, and gave the human a deep passionate horsie kiss with his sloppy wide lips and hay-flavored tongue.

"Oh gawd, you feel good." Jake found himself uttering breathlessly between a heavy barrage of romantic pony kisses. "Please claim me with your warm seed." The human growls lightly, his cheeks blushing in feminized embarassment.

The noble beast with the cock of black steel obliged him, hammering his firm flesh in harder than ever. Jake suddenly felt as if he were riding a horse on a bumpy paved road while the churning voracious length utterly wrecked and bred him into submission.

It was over too fast as Andrez'e whinnied in victory while his fuckmachine thighs pistoned one final time with oiled ease into the hot sheathe of his partner's orifice; filling Jake with a flood of horse jelly that was of such volume it caused cum and J-Lube to erupt from his full insides like he were a volcano.

In his final moments of wakefulness, Jake could only stare in fascinated awe at the sweaty musky silver face and those beautiful large eyes like stars. Sweaty damp locks of mane made Andrez'e look like some wild swamp monster or a victorious barbarian on a quest.

Darkness in the night came into the room as the stallion clapped his hands together to turn off the various lamps. The spears of bitter blackness swallowed everything in the room within a blanket of invisble blindness except for the great naked silver moon of polo pony and those twin shining stars within.

Jake knew that when the morning came--every horse that came to his bed would be unique, and every horse would love him and be his loving mate.

In the transient beautiful waltzes of equus, Jake had found his home and felt as though a great hunger or yearning in his body had been sated like some sex-starved beast.

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Dedicated to my mate/lover Mhotep_Graves or once known as JakeTheFox.

With kisses and hugs to my special jackal puppy.