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Disclaimer: Don't read if you're underage or it is illegal where you live and all that jazz.

(I know it's a long break between the two parts, but my writing will comes and goes at random so I finally finished it)

Jeff roughly pulled Demetri into the dining room and pushed him into one of the chairs, Jeff setting himself down across the table from him.

"Who's that in there..." Demetri said quietly, his head hanging down and a paw rubbing his arm where Jeff had grabbed him."

"Oh her, she's just Christy, my personal trainer. She helps with more than just workouts," Jeff said, a sadistic smirk coming over his face.

"Why were you fucking her?" Demetri said, barely raising his eyes to look straight at Jeff.

"Simple," Jeff said, leaning towards Demetri, "you don't get me off anymore. I mean, you're a hell of a cuddler and a cook and such, but damn are you bad in bed."

"What?!" Demetri said, standing up and glaring at Jeff. "You said I was the best you ever had and you'd never need another!"

"Don't raise your voice to me," Jeff yelled, standing up and staring downwards at his smaller companion, who quickly recoiled back to his chair. "I only said that to get you to hang around. You're a great houseboy."

"So you don't love me?" Demetri said meekly, once again hanging his head.

"Eh, I kind of love you," Jeff chuckled. "I love your cooking, and your access to pills. But I could get better ass from our neighbors when one of them is out of town... which I have done a couple of time. Speaking of which, you got the stuff."

"Ye..yes..." Demetri said, "they're in my jacket pocket."

"Great," Jeff said, standing and smiling before walking over to the wet jacket and pulling out a bottle of pills. "You got me the good stuff this week."

Jeff unscrewed the top and poured a few pills straight down his throat, a soft murr escaping his muzzle.

Putting the bottle on the counter as he walked back, Jeff smiled again and pinched Demetri's cheeks.

"Obviously I don't need you anymore for sex," he said, smiling, "but you can still live here in the spare room since we split the rent."

Smirking, he turned and walked back towards the spare room where Christy could still be heard waiting, moaning in total pleasure.

"Hey baby, here comes the Jeff-train," Jeff said, laughing.

****

A dark haze slowly lifted from Demetri's eyes as he opened them partially, then fully when an intense pain shot through his body. His body still felt used from the last stallion that used him. Glancing up, he saw that the red horse still stood nearby, his shaft flaccid and shrinking by the moment. It took the horse a moment to realize Demetri had awoken after passing out.

"That was fast," the horse said, nickering a bit as he stepped over to the young white wolf. "Normally it takes my victims an hour or so to wake up from that much trauma. You're special."

The pain continued to grow throughout Demetri's body as this time his body failed to regenerate as it had before. His body felt raped, used, and degredated. A dribble of semen plopped onto ground after running down his thighs. The horse walked up behind Demetri and kicked the back of Demetri's leg and he cried out in pain, dropping to his knees as he faced the dumpster.

"I doubt that hurt worse than my dick inside you," the horse said, rubbing his hands together. "This'll sting too, but it won't leave any marks."

The horse reached down and gripped the back of Demetri's neck and the same sulfur smell entered the air again, accompanied by a sizzling noise. A stabbing pain shot through Demetri's spine, nothing compared to what he had felt fortunately. It only lasted a few moments before the stallion stepped back and chuckled, looking down at the naked wolf.

"Good boy. I'll be seeing your ass later," the horse said as he turned and began to walk away.

The sulfur smell remained this time as the red horse walked into the shadows. Demetri turned his head as he horse began to disappear and saw the armor glow. The images on the armor began to shift and suddenly an image of an equine raping a wolf appeared, joining all of the other graven images.

Another creature appeared from the shadows as the previous two had, this time a large black stallion stepped into the alley from the darkness, rolling his head and popping his knuckles.

"It's not done..." Demetri said, struggling for breath as he tried to stand.

"Don't bother standing up," the horse said, a quieter and softer voice coming from this one. "You're weak physically and mentally. I'm here to fix that."

****

For a few moments, Demetri just sat there, staring into space. His vision slowly panned over the dining room table where Jeff had been making his fly-fishing lures. Demetri silently reached out to the monofilament wire and pulled out a sizeable chuck, cutting it free and wrapping the ends around his paws.

Stepping over to a nook in the dining room, Demetri called out for Jeff's help. A few curses were spoken and Jeff made his way into the dining room.

"Now where the hell are you at, boy?" Jeff said, angrily.

As he turned around to leave the room, Demetri pounced from the nook and quickly wrapped the wire around Jeff's neck and caught him off balance as the painkillers began to take effect and lower his ability to fight back.

For a few moments, Jeff struggled against the wire, attempting to throw Demetri away from him. Soon the lack of oxygen and pills took effect and he slumped to his knees, where Demetri used the leverage the wire gave him and swung Jeff's head into the side of the dining room table. A dull thud echoed in the small room and Jeff went totally limp, a small gash formed on the side of his head. Demetri held the wire tight, only releasing once Jeff's chest ceased to move.

****

"Really?" Demetri said, gasping as he turned and sat on the ground with his back to the dumpster, cringing a bit as his abused tailhole touched the cold cement.

"Yes," the horse said as he stepped over to the wolf, reaching down to rub Demetri's cheek. "We're not all as ruthless as War."

"Thank God," Demetri said, nuzzling into the touch.

The black stallion chuckled and scratched the wolf's ears.

"I think you're thanking the wrong person there," the horse said, his body turning to face Demetri, his large black erection already hard and dripping pre.

"You're a liar..." Demetri gasped as he backed up against the dumpster, eyes wide.

"No no no, child," the horse said, smiling softly. "Have a taste and see what I mean."

Dropping his eyes for a moment, Demetri contemplated his situation. Sure the second horse was rough and brutal... but the first was kind and fair. Perchance the worst was over for him tonight.

Leaning forward, Demetri got close to the shaft and reached out to lap at the end of the shaft, tasting a bit of pre. Suddenly his stomach clenched as the pre touched his tongue. It wasn't a painful seize, but a comforting one. The pain in Demetri's body started to fade. Demetri began to lick more feverently at the shaft, the pre starting to heal his wounds.

The healing wasn't the only thing that caused Demetri to start licking harder; the pre had a taste of ambrosia, the sweetest thing he could ever taste. Even as he swallowed it, the taste continued to linger, urging Demetri on more. His paws shot up, now feeling fine, and wrapped around the base of the shaft to begin to jerk it, his muzzle wrapping around the end to suck harder.

"Heh... good boy," the horse said, rubbing the top of Demetri's head as he leaned his own head back. "Drink up, you deserve it."

Demetri doubled his efforts, forcing more and more of the shaft into his mouth as he began to deep throat it, the good feeling and taste beginning to spread to his whole body. With each movement, he stroked less of the shaft as more and more of it forced its way into his gullet.

A strange hunger began to rise from the pits of Demetri's stomach. The precum's taste was beyond explanation and his body began to desire more and more of it. Frantically Demetri forced the shaft deeper, his throat strangely yet easily adjusting to the large girth of the shaft as it forced almost into his stomach.

The horse above him nickered as his newfound zealotry for cocksucking and praised the wolf with a few pats on the head. This didn't even faze Demetri from his deep throating, his mind set on nothing but getting the stallion to fill his stomach with his seed.

"Oh... my... you're good at this," the horse nickered above him, leaning forward to rest himself on the dumpster as his eyes fluttered in pleasure. "I'm close, boy."

The words rang in Demetri's ears like music. His minstrations had worked on the horse and he would soon be rewarded. If the seed tasted like the pre, Demetri doubted he would ever need to eat again. All he would have to do is go down on this ebony equine and all his thirst and hunger would be satiated. It didn't take long, and Demetri heard the stallion neigh and the tip of his cock flare almost as deep as his stomach.

If of the pre tasted of ambrosia, then there was nothing to describe to glorious taste of the stallions seed. The cum washed straight into Demetri's body and began to warm him from his innards to his fur. Demetri's eyes nearly rolled all the way back into his brain in an orgasmic ecstasy equally beyond mortal terms as the taste of the stallion was.

As the stallion's orgasm finally slowed to a trick and the flare began to shrink, the horse started to pull his shaft out. This was met by resistance from Demetri as he clamped his muzzle shut and continued to suck, the hunger for seed rising again.

"Bad boy," the stallion said, smirking a bit and looking down at the white wolf.

The horse reached down and pressed his palm to Demetri's forehead and felt his body paralyze suddenly. Without the resistance, the horse easily slid the shaft out and smirked as Demetri's eyes followed the end of the shaft as it hung down, dripping the last of the seed.

As the horse released Demetri, the wolf suddenly lunged down, licking the seed from the cement ground and attempted to suck on the shaft again before the horse stepped back a few feet. Demetri whined as a pang of hunger hit him, causing him to double over and clench at his stomach. A horrific look came over Demetri's face as he felt his stomach slowly begin to shrink as though the fat and muscle around it as his body began to eat away at itself.

"What... what's going on?!" Demetri screamed, raising his head to glare at the black stallion as it stepped towards the shadows, already nearly invisible against the wall.

"In famine, you'll eat yourself alive just to satiate an unending hunger," the horse said, smirking and flaring his nostrils and sulfur once more filled the alley and the third

horse disappeared into mist and shadows.

****

Releasing the wire, Jeff's body thumped onto the ground and Demetri fell back, gasping for air, his mind now starting to comprehend what he had just done.

"Jeff," Christy yelled from the backroom, "what'd the little bitch want now?"

"The girl," Demetri thought to himself, "she knows who I am and will know I did this." His eyes darted over to the counter where Jeff left the pills. "Overdose? No... not always effective..."

His eyes made their way down the counter, finally stopping at the meat tenderizer he had left from making steak the night before. He stood and walked over counter to pick it up, and made his way over to the backroom's door and stepped inside.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she said, cocking her head. "And why you got that hammer thing?"

Demetri closed the door behind himself and walked over and unplugged the headphones. Heavy metal blared through the apartment again and he raised the tenderizer in one paw. She screamed.

****

Crawling towards the shadows, doubled over in pain, Demetri screamed for the stallion to return to stop whatever he started. Every movement was painful, but the pain was nothing compared to his insides as they ate away at themselves. Finally reaching the shadows, he cried out again but was greeted with a clop of a hoof right in front of himself.

"Famine's gone... it's my turn," the voice accompany the hoof said in a deep, booming voice.

Demetri's eyes gazed up the hoof to the leg and stallion that it was attached to. Unlike the more normal colors of the other three stallions, this fourth one was an unworldly color. A pale green coat covered the horse's body, almost in a sickly shade.

"Who are you?" Demetri said, raising up to be on his knees, his head butting against an elongated shaft the same color as the stallion.

"Who am I?" the stallion said with a chuckle. "I am a reaper of souls both just and tainted. I am a spectre of darkness. I am the end of all things mortal. I am DEATH."

Demetri gasped loudly as the stallion's head came into view. The eyes were dead and lifeless, and the same trio of sixes on the first stallions tattoo was burned into the horse's forehead. Ignoring the pain, Demetri stood and backed himself to the dumpster.

The pale horse chuckled as he walked towards the shaken wolf. He reached out and slammed the lid of the dumpster shut and grabbed Demetri's arm and effortlessly threw him onto the closed lid.

"I mainly have that speech for theatrics," the horse said, still clutching Demetri's upper arm tightly. "But I am here to end you."

"No... no," Demetri said, squirming and feeling his arm begin to burn. "I made a deal... I'm not supposed to die."

"The deal wasn't specific on what happened to you by the end of the night," the stallion said, smiling evilly and releasing Demetri's arm.

Demetri breathed a bit easier as his arm was released but as he reached over to rub it, found it numb. Glancing at the stallion's palm, he saw the trio of sixes again.

"It's a nice trick," the stallion said, showing the wolf his palm. "One body part at a time I can kill. Comes in handy when I want to torture someone."

The horse slammed both of his palms down on Demetri's thighs, the burning sensation resuming once more until Demetri couldn't move his legs. The horse smiled as he pushed Demetri to lay him back on top of the dumpster and lift and spread his now limp legs. Stepping back, the stallion gazed down at Demetri's abused tailhole and smiled.

"War sure does a good job at ravaging his victims," the horse said, leaning in get a closer look at the tailhole.

Demetri began to squirm as he felt a tongue flick out against his hole, slobbering saliva all over it before forcing its way into him. The tongue went deep and deeper into him, working over the inside of the hole as it cleaned him.

Finishing his job down below, the stallion pull his tongue out and stood up, licking his lips and smiling, then began to grind his shaft over Demetri's unaroused groin, the tip near the center of Demetri's chest. Glancing downwards, Demetri gasped aloud as he saw the same tattoo adored right at the end of the shaft circling around the dripping slit. As the stallion's pre dripped onto Demetri's stomach, it sizzled for a moment and Demetri felt a small piece of his fur go numb.

"I'll make it quick," the stallion said, moving his hips back and pushing the tip against the bruised tailhole. "I've got others to abuse and after this I'll be able to have you whenever I want."

Demetri tried to scream but felt a paw cover his muzzle as the horse shoved his entire shaft into Demetri's gut, burying the whole thing in a single thrust. Quickly the stallion began to hump against Demetri's ass, brutalizing his already used body. The frantic humping making War seem easy and comforting as he was raped again.

The stallion grunted and groaned as he fucked Demetri, his paws reaching up to Demetri's shoulders and the burning was felt once again for a moment before Demetri went numb again. With all four limbs worthless, Demetri's limp body just laid there as he was frantically fucked, his legs lifelessly draped over the horse's shoulders.

It did not take long as the stallion promised before his breath became short and he huffed with each rabid thrust. Inside Demetri's body, he felt the flare of the cockhead begin to grow, stretching him again as War had. Glaring eyes stared down at Demetri as he began to cry, whimpering as he felt the last moments of his life literally being fucked away.

One last thrust and the stallion slammed his cock home, the white, milky seed forcing Demetri's mind into a black, unforgiving darkness.

****

Demetri's eyes shot awake, frantically searching the field of his vision for anything. All he could see was a blinding white light until his eyes adjusted as he was staring at a hospital ceiling, in a room separated by a curtain. Trying to move, he found his whole body was frozen and all he could do was look around. Suddenly he heard ntievoices originating from outside of the room.

"Well, I'm here for the story on the kid in there," came the first voice, a gruff masculine voice.

"Ah, yea, the druggie," the second voice began, a kinder, effeminate voice. "He was OD'ing on a bunch of drugs from a baggie he had on his person when he got found. Some priest found him convulsing on the cement in some alleyway and he rushed him here. Really was no way of saving him, he was nearly completely brain dead when he got here, and then the drugs finished him off before we could help him."

"Thanks Ma'am," the first voice said, pushing his way into the room yet still not visible behind the curtain. "We hope to ID him soon, he's associated with a pair of murders."

"That couple in the apartment I heard on the news?" the second voice said, gasping, "Did he steal the drugs from there or what?"

"Sorry, can't tell you the details on anything," the first voice continued, "It's all confidential until we have more details and next of kin has been notified."

"Alright, well, he's in there, so you can check him out for your report and I'll leave you be," the second voice said as steps were heard leading out of the room and the door shutting.

The curtain shuffled and Demetri's eyes barely could see as a large, stocky bear in a cop uniform stepped into the small area, notepad in hand as he jotted notes.

"Poor sap," he said, shaking his head, "I hate it when the good ones go down early."

The cop chuckled a few times as Demetri's eyes went wide as a pale, equine hand reached around from behind the bear's head and gripped his mouth. The notepad and pen dropped to the floor as the bear began to have a seizure of sorts, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Another palm reached around from the other side, grapping the bear from the far shoulder and the arms snapped back to their proper sides as the bear's neck snapped.

The pale green horse's form was revealed as the cop fell to the floor, dead as well. Chuckling, the horse walked to the head of the bed and smiled down at Demetri, winking.

"Miss me?" the stallion said, smiling. "Damn Priest showed up as I was finishing the job and forced me away. I had to reap another poor, innocent soul to get to you." The stallion pointed towards the dead cop. "But that was the agreement. If it makes you feel better, he was a devout Christian."

The stallion reached his palm over Demetri's head and pressed down directly on his forehead and Demetri tried to scream as darkness spread from there, engulfing him and forcing him into his final deep sleep.

(Well, that's the story. Thanks for reading. Comments, both positive and constructive criticisms welcome at either [email protected] OR in the forum topic for this story.)