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"Fucking let go of me!" Ink's shrill effeminate voice rang through the hall. He heard a few chuckles behind him and the hands grasping his wrists and holding them out to either side tightened. The horse holding him from behind pulled him in closer, bringing his back mere inches from the equine's front. Ink felt a nose in the crook of his neck and heard it take in a long breath.

"He even smells like a girl too!" More laughter from the group of bullies. The twink foxxet turned his head as far as he could and examined his assailants. He knew the horse behind him, only because they shared a class together. Garrett, as he was called, was flanked on either side by a wolf and another fox.

"Not sure how you could tell," the fox said. "He stinks like ferret. You keep holding him and you will too."

"Nah, it's fine. I dated a ferret girl once. Oh, the things you could do with a noodly body like that," Garrett replied. He was met with more chuckling. "Didn't dress this slutty though!" He nodded toward Ink, more specifically his outfit. The tod was wearing a pink fitted spaghetti-strap top and incredibly short shorts, the kind that pretty much required the wearer to either go commando or wear low-riding panties. The laughter intensified.

The wolf chimed in. "I bet the little rich boy is only wearing this because daddy isn't around to spank him. Either that, or he just really wants someone to stick it up his ass!"

Garrett's smile twisted into a devious grin. "Let's find out!" He pushed Ink's arms in a way that forced him to arch his back slightly, and in that moment, Garrett ground his crotch into Ink's rump. Though flaccid, his horse meat was thick enough to give a noticeable and dense bulge in his pants, and even though both parties were wearing denim, Ink could easily feel his dick between his cheeks. Ink gasped and froze in shock, allowing Garrett to get a few good grinds in. Eventually, Ink struggled even harder to break free.

"If you don't let go of me right now, I'm going to scre-" he started, his voice cracking, but he was suddenly released and he fell to the floor. Wasting no time, he gathered his bag, shot the three bullies a nasty glare, and hurried off to his dorm room. The trio laughed and went the other way.

"Do you think he liked it?" he heard the wolf ask.

"Of course!" the horse replied. "All foxes like it up the butt!"

"Oh shut the hell up!" the fox interjected. More laughter permeated the halls and even though it wasn't directed at him, the sound itself had Ink fuming even more. The foxxet got to his door, quickly unlocked it, and nearly flung himself inside. He locked the deadbolt and leaned against the door. He then let out a whine as the stress slowly left his body like a balloon.

Ink was from a well-off family and could have easily gotten into an Ivy League college filled with more "proper" people like himself. However, because he was a mutt, not only of different breeds but of different species entirely, he was often the butt of many jokes and the easiest target for casual harassment. Because of this, he felt more comfortable around those the rich folk commonly referred to as "peasants." Ink naturally had a bit of classism within his personality and would talk down to the less wealthy, but he was also jealous of the freedom and lack of social restraints they had. As such, he didn't see them as lesser people, but he did hate how undisciplined and mannerless they were, especially that Garrett fellow. He was barbaric, shameful, disgusting, arrogant, rude...

And hot.

Ink dropped his bag by his desk and quickly threw off his shorts. Beneath the silk panties he wore, his penis was already erect and drooling pre. He tossed himself onto his bed, pulled his lingerie halfway down his slim, girly thighs, and began masturbating. He pulled and groped his dick as he filled his mind with the sensations of Garrett's covered manhood against his rump and imagined being penetrated by his equine meat. His face grew red hot as his mind went wild with lewd imagery and his body needfully squirmed for release.

With the thought of being injected with Garrett's cum, he climaxed, spraying his seed across his belly in viscous ropes. Ink whined as he experienced one of the strongest orgasms he had in a long while. He lay comatose in his bed as his afterglow swept across his body and he only stirred when the pleasure died down. He cleaned himself, pulled his panties up, and sat at his desk. He woke his computer from sleep-mode and navigated to his usual online sex-shop.

Over the next few week, Garrett would tease Ink whenever they passed each other in the halls. A pinch or slap on the butt here, a hair ruffle there. He at one time grabbed the base of Ink's tail and allow the silky appendage run through his fingers as he passed by. Ink would often bitch or slap him away, but every night after an encounter with him, Ink would be reminded of his lewd thoughts and pleasure himself.

One day, however, their usual encounter escalated. Ink had to stay behind in one of his classes to finish a report he had accidentally neglected. By the time he was finished, the sun was setting and the street lights were starting to illuminate. The tod was paranoid about being outside in the dark and not wanting to waste any time, Ink hurriedly took a direct route to the dorms. In his haste, he turned a blind corner next to his building and power-walked face first into, of all people, Garrett. His nose buried itself in his chest and his nostrils filled with the equine's male musk.

The scent was overpowering and nearly made the mutt swoon. He must have stayed a second too long because Garrett said, "Uh, you okay there, pretty boy?" Trying to save face, he pushed himself off of Garrett and gave him a nasty look. His beat-red face gave him away instantly.

"W-watch where you're going, asshole!" Ink stammered. The horse's grin infuriated Ink, but he didn't want to create a scene by telling him off even more. Instead, the foxxet huffed and went to walk around him. Before he could get halfway passed Garrett, he grabbed Ink and pushed him against the wall. He then bent down and planted his lips right onto Ink's, quickly invading his maw with his tongue. Ink didn't realize what happened to him until he felt that squirming muscle on his palette.

Ink put up a useless struggle before allowing the kiss to continue. Not only could he not stop Garrett, but he didn't want him to stop. All of his secret feelings for the horse surged forth and he couldn't help but return the kiss as well. The two made out for nearly a minute and a few onlookers slowed down to witness the gay scene. When it ended and Ink was finally released, he averted his eyes in feigned disgust. He didn't know what to feel about the kiss; it was sudden and was started without his consent, but he also loved it and was disappointed that it stopped.

He was stirred from his thoughts when Garrett patted him on his shoulder. Ink looked back at the horse, his grin subsiding into a kind smile. "You wanna get something to eat?" Still in shock, Ink couldn't find any words to say so he simply nodded instead. The horse wrapped his arm around his shoulder and led Ink to the dining halls. They grabbed their food, sat down at an empty table, and ate. Ink's eyes darted back and forth and studied every person that passed. Garrett noticed his paranoia and asked, "You alright there, cutie?"

Ink blushed at the nickname. "I'm not convinced this isn't some sort of elaborate prank. I bet your dumbass friends are waiting around the corner to dump shit on me." Garrett laughed, frustrating Ink.

"What? I can't have a nice dinner with an attractive boy? C'mon Ink, I'm not so horrible of a person to abuse a cute boy's crush on me for a few laughs."

"I do not have a crush on you," Ink huffed through clenched teeth, careful to keep his voice down.

"Oh please. I've seen how you look at me during class and don't think I haven't noticed you purposefully walking close to me in the halls. I bet you think about me in bed." Ink tried to sputter denial but ended up giving up when he couldn't think of an excuse. He instead averted his eyes and shoved his face full of food. Garrett shook his head and did the same. The rest of their dinner was eaten in relative silence and they made their way back to the dorms after.

Ink didn't mind Garrett walking by him but he didn't look at him. Despite being smitten with the horse and wanting to jump into his embrace, he also wanted to keep up his tsundere persona. However, when the horse grabbed and held his hand, he couldn't muster up the willpower to wrestle it away. Instead, without looking at him, he said, "Um, who said you could hold my hand?"

"I don't see you trying to let go. Besides, why wouldn't I hold my mate's hand while I walk him back home after a nice date?" Ink immediately grew flustered and turned to face him, staring daggers into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, when did that become a date? We just ate dinner together. That's it!"

"Isn't that what the classic first date is? Eating dinner together, talking about our love for each other, that sort of thing?"

"You were the one talking about that stuff, not me!"

"Still counts!" Garrett finished with a smarmy smile. Ink puffed his cheeks and turned his nose away. When they finally reached Ink's building, he expected Garrett to release him, maybe give him another smooch, and make his way to his building. What he did not expect is Garrett, still holding his hand, following him to his room.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Ink asked, genuinely confused. Garrett raised an eyebrow.

"Walking you home. Did you forget?"

"No, but I was fine at the door. You don't have to escort me all the way back to my room."

"But I want to! Can't let you get jumped by another dude and stolen away from me!" Ink groaned but allowed him to accompany him to his room. They got to his door and Ink opened it. He let the door swing open and he turned around to face the stallion. He scratched the back of his head.

"Well, um, thanks for having dinner with me and walking me home and stuff."

"Aren't you going to invite me in for coffee?"

"What?" was the only thing that came out of Ink's mouth before the horse grabbed him, pulled him inside, shut the door, and engulfed his maw with his own. Like before, Ink couldn't fight back and the two embraced each other for what seemed like hours. Free from prying eyes, he allowed himself to let out a few moans. His pants grew tight as he became more and more aroused with each passing second. When the kiss ended, the two stared lovingly into each others' eyes.

Garrett placed his hands on Ink's sides and pushed them up under his top. He explored the boy's torso, back, and chest, enjoying the feeling of his soft fur between his fingers. Ink made a few lewd noises to encourage the stallion. He pulled Ink's shirt off with one hand while the other went south. He molested Ink's hardening dick through his shorts, eliciting more cute sounds from the tod.

"I bet it must be pretty uncomfortable in those shorty-shorts, huh?" When Ink nodded, he brought his other hand down and quickly unfastened the button with practiced dexterity. Garrett then pushed Ink onto his bed, hooked his finger under the denim, and pulled his shorts off with one fluid motion. What he saw didn't surprise him, but it did make him laugh. "Nice panties, boyo!"

Ink groaned and sat up. He was wearing a pair of pink satin panties with white frills. His erect penis tented the fabric, struggling to break free of a garment not designed for male groins. A dot of pre formed at the tip of the lump. Garrett threw off his shirt with zero grace and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled them and his boxers down and flipped his dick into Ink's face. The tod's eyes went wide; he knew horses were big, but staring at him was a thick, twelve-inch log of pure male meat. He gulped, for he knew that it would be inside of him before the night was over.

"Want a taste, pretty boy? I can almost see your mouth watering!" the horse exclaimed. His moved his hips forward and kissed his tip to Ink's wavering lips. Like the fag he is, Ink loosened his jaw and allowed it to slip inside, all the while looking up to Garrett with puppy-dog eyes. He had blown guys before, but they were always clean and caked with cologne. Garrett had none of that nonsense and his masculine scent permeated Ink's nostrils and throat. And he loved it. Garrett stopped his advance when he felt himself at the back of Ink's throat. "Your move, foxy."

With his mouth full of dick, Ink began suckling and bobbing. His tongue slid freely along the underside of his dick and his lips created a passable seal that kept the majority of his saliva in his mouth. Garrett caressed the back of the foxxet's head and tilted his own head back. He could feel the years of bottom-bitch experience Ink had and his work substantially surpassed that of his previous girlfriends. If anal sex turned out to be rather lackluster, he would easily survive on blowjobs alone.

Ink's snout travelled back and forth across the stallion's dick like a piston, his speed increasing with every pass. Despite only being able to fit the first three or four inches in his mouth, his oral skill compensated for it. He brought his hand up and began jerking off the remainder of his dick, causing Garrett to huff in sexual agitation. His grip on Ink's skull tightened and Ink whined, but the fox took that as a signal that he was close to bursting. He increased the pressure of his tongue and sped up his motions, and with the last few bobs of his head, Garrett stomp his hoof on the ground and unloaded his equine seed into the tod's gullet.

Ink attempted to swallow every drop that shot into his maw but the sheer volume of the liquid overwhelmed him. At first, his cheeks inflated, but eventually his lips failed and he started drooling the semen onto himself. Seeing that he was effectively drowning the tod, Garrett pulled out of his mouth and instead blasted his front with the last few spurts of his orgasm. He looked down at the mess he made with pride; before him was a bitchy rich kid with semen covering his face, chest, and belly, and he definitely wasn't done with him yet.

Ink coughed and sputtered as the fluids clung to his throat. He wanted to get up and get a drink to wash it down but Garrett instead pushed him down onto his bed with an "oof." He laid on his back, his nearly nude front completely exposed to Garrett's eyes and the horse drunk the view in. If it weren't for the noticeable bulge in his panties, Ink could easily pass for a flat-chested girl. He whipped off his trousers and bent down to rip Ink's off as well, freeing his genitals. Despite Ink's package being half the size of his own, Garrett thought it was perfect for a girly-boy like him.

"So, you got any lube in here or am I using my own cum?" Ink blushed at the thought and nodded toward his desk.

"Top drawer. You better not spill it in there or I'm biting your dick off next time!"

The horse snorted at his little attempt to retain some power in their arrangement. He thought the fox's bitching was cute, especially since it came from someone already under his thumb. He searched the drawer Ink pointed out and quickly found what he wanted, but tucked way in the back under some suspiciously placed items was something even more interesting. Along with the small jar of lubricant, Garrett pulled out a small horse-shaped dildo. Ink's eyes widened.

"Okay, did you honestly think I was this small? Even ponies are bigger than this."

"Oh, shut up. Just because I'm a fox doesn't mean I can take the full-sized thing immediately. I'm sure a jock like yourself knows the importance of training."

Garrett shrugged. "Got me there. But that just means I don't have to waste time prepping you for the real deal." He tossed the silicone toy over his shoulder and approached the bed. He opened the container and applied a healthy amount of lube to his dick; no matter how "trained" a person was, no one can simply take a horse without issue except for another equine. He closed the lid, climbed onto the bed and in between Ink's legs, and placed the jar to the side in case more was needed. He got comfortable and lined himself up. Ink shuddered with anticipation.

Garrett slowly moved his groin forward and kissed the tip of his penis against Ink's tailhole. He then slowly applied pressure against his unyielding orifice. Garrett was proud of his package, but the blunted tip made initial insertion rather difficult to do without hurting the recipient. However, after some patience, the ring opened and his meat slid easily into the foxxet's body. Ink whined as he was suddenly penetrated, the noise slowly turning to a moan as Garrett slowly inched his footlong member deeper into him. When he finally hilted himself, both parties let out a sigh of relief.

Garrett allowed Ink some time to adjust. The thickness alone had Ink already panting and the length was nearly too much to bear. A lump formed in the back of Ink's throat as if the horse's meat had run through him completely. He dug his claws into the mattress and gripped the sheets until his knuckles went white. Meanwhile, Garrett caressed Ink's waist and hips as he enjoyed the feeling of his dick being massaged by the anal muscles that were attempting to reject him. He loved anal sex regardless of the gender of his mate; it took a little more effort and cleanup than oral or vaginal, but the payoff was well worth it.

Deciding that Ink had plenty of time to prepare himself, Garrett began fucking the boy. He started slow, savoring the feeling of Ink's innards and the sounds that came out of his mouth. On his third push back in, he noticed Ink was bracing himself by holding onto his sheets. With a sneer that worried the fox, he grabbed his forearms and lifted them up next to his head. With nothing to support him, Ink could only focus on the beating his ass was taking and his groans only intensified. Garrett kept eye-contact with his mate, not only to gauge his performance through the tod's facial expressions but to also cement the fact that he was his bitch.

Back and forth his dick went as Garrett sexually dominated the twink, eliciting either a coo or cry from him with every pump. As time went on, his rutting increased in force and speed and the lewd sounds of his groin crashing into Ink's plump cheeks filled the room. Garrett didn't care if anyone heard him through the walls. If anything, he wanted everyone to know he was destroying someone's ass. The volume of his grunts soon overpowered all other noises as he approached his climax.

Ink squirmed and shuddered under the horse's hulking mass, unable to move or think. His own erection throbbed with need but went ignored by the stallion and unreachable by the tod. If he were to cum, he would have to do it hands-free like the bitch he was. Pre drooled from his own length and onto his belly, mixing with the other fluids already present. His voice rose higher in pitch as the burning of his loins intensified. He was so close to the orgasm he craved and it felt like the edging would go on forever. But, at last, with a shrill cry into the night, Ink came.

Streams of his virile fluids shot from his penis, his first spurts reaching his upper chest. His penis rapidly pulsed as if it were impatient to unload every drop of semen from his balls. Garrett watched the tod's face contort as he experienced his biggest orgasm in years. Wanting to further nail in his dominance, he brought his head down and locked his lips onto Ink's, forcing a kiss through his ordeal. Ink struggled, not because he didn't want it, but because it was just too much for his sex-addled mind to handle. Garrett continued to fuck and kiss him until his climax was over and he entered his afterglow.

The horse had conquered the pretty boy, turning him from an uptight priss into a spent whore. Now it was time to finally mark his territory. Garrett screwed his bitch for another minute or two before achieving his orgasm. He released himself from their kiss and pumped the boy full of his seed. Even though it wasn't as potent as before, he still filled him enough for some of his fluids to overflow and leak from his anus. Each pulse of his long cock stimulated Ink, causing him to coo with every spurt.

With the last few drops exiting his meat, Garrett let out a sigh of relief. He pulled himself out of Ink, releasing a small waterfall of semen, unhanded his arms, and laid down next to his mate. He pulled Ink close and began caressing and smooching the exhausted tod. "So pretty boy, was I better than that dildo of yours?" he asked in a gentle yet sarcastic voice.

"Shut up and keep kissing me."