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Relentless Despoliation

The sky was pure black and the night air was chilly as the young rabbit strolled down the empty street. The gray fur covering the lagomorph's body was shielded by a thin jacket with his school colors and jeans, his paws packed into his coat pockets. Robbie walked briskly along the sidewalk, anxious to get home and enjoy the comfort of heat and a hot cup of tea. The dimly lit road, empty business, and lack of a crowd was also making the short, skinny bunny nervous about his surroundings. Though he wasn't entirely worried for his life, the 19 year old freshman did live near a college campus and a mugging wasn't out of the question.

He turned a corner and began down another street, nothing but small businesses and open fields, but it was the fastest way to his apartment. He kept his eyes on the ground, keeping his pace and moving as fast as possible to keep his blood moving and his body temperature up. A short way down the road and he wound up bumping into someone. After a moment of shock, he looked up to apologize to the individual, but was awestruck by what he saw, wondering how he could've missed him at all.

The person he collided with might as well have been a barn as the rabbit only came up to his midsection. He was a draft horse, a mixture of white and light gray fur with blotches of darker gray fur scattered throughout, his forearms and calves covered in longer black hair. For some reason, the horse was standing there in the middle of the sidewalk in freezing weather completely naked; no underwear, no shirt, not even socks. The horse was extremely muscular and bulky, his arms, legs, chest, stomach, and buttocks thick with muscular protrusions. He was unbelievably well-endowed, sporting massive grapefruits for testicles and a sheath the rabbit felt could double as a kangaroo pouch, if it weren't already occupied. What was most disturbing to the rabbit, more so than his blatant lack of shame, was the smell. Despite the cold air and open environment, the horse reeked of a strong, acrid, odoriferous musk that permeated the air around him. The rabbit almost gagged at the scent, cringing with disgust and wanting to bring his paw up and cover his nose.

As he stared up at the horse, speechless at what he was seeing, the equine flashed him a toothy grin that unnerved the bunny.

"Fresh meat."

He spoke in a threatening and sadistic manner, making the rabbit's heart skip a beat. He wanted to call for help, but there was no one else in sight and there was no way he could fight this behemoth. Feeling it was pointless but seeing no other option, he turned around and ran as fast as he could away from the horse. He figured it was probably futile to run as the horse could easily catch him, but he didn't know what else to do. He passed the road he came from, running across the street and passing the next corner. He turned around and stopped once he caught no glimpse of the horse following him. As he surveyed the spot he just came from, he noticed the horse was gone, out of sight, without a trace. He stood there a moment, breathing heavily, his heart beating from running and terror, but he didn't see the horse again. He decided then to find another way home, a bit longer, but lined with houses and apartments where he could call for help if he needed it. As he walked, his heart still racing, the short encounter stuck with him; the sound of the horse's voice, the bulkiness of his body, the size of his package, but most of all, the potent, unadultered musk.

******

Robbie arrived at the supermarket in the late morning in preparation for his shift, which started in a few minutes. He'd been texting his boyfriend all morning, relaying the previous night's frightening encounter with him. For some reason, the meeting dredged up bad memories of his life with his ex-boyfriend, painful recollections of abuse, physical and emotional, that he needed comforting from. Though he'd only known the raccoon for a few weeks, he'd been much friendlier to him than his ex and he always found comfort when speaking to him, either verbally or through text. As he stepped into the supermarket, he made plans with his lover to meet up over the weekend, right before putting his phone away.

Robbie went through the employee double doors to clock in, but recollecting something he needed to discuss with his boss, he walked passed the sign in computer and headed towards the back. At the moment, there was no one in the break room, but he knew his boss would be at his desk at this time. As he passed through the corridor, he suddenly became aware of percussive sounds emanating from the direction of his boss's office, rhythmic and repeating. As he got closer, the banging sounds got louder and louder and it sounded as if somebody were consistently punching a desk or a file cabinet.

As Robbie passed by the window to his boss's office, he became struck with utter terror, his fur standing on end, his eyes wide and his mouth agape as his breath got caught in his throat. He started shaking and taking shallow breaths at the dreadful image before him. His boss, a rather tall, large, buff rottweiler was bent over his desk, his pants and white briefs around his ankles, and he was getting fucked hard, but that's not what frightened the poor rabbit. Hovering over the dog, the owner of a thick, fleshy pipe plugging up the canine rectum, was the very horse he'd bumped into the night before, just as naked and just as terrifying. Every muscle was flexed as he held the rottie by the scruff of his neck, pulling out 10 inches of bulky equine meat, the medial ring coming into view and making Robbie shudder at the thought of how much horse length still remained buried in the canine's colon. And with a violent thrust, the equine slammed the thick base back in mercilessly. He rocked the canine back and forth, each thrust causing the dog to slam into his desk with an audible bang. The poor canine, trapped below the hulking equine, was crying, screaming in agony as he was anally raped, abused and violated in ways no man should ever experience.

"You want... me to... ugh... rape your wife... your kids... dog?" the horse asked threateningly between violent thrusts.

"Noooo!" the rottweiler cried out as he sobbed.

"You want... this to end?"

"Yeeesss! Pleeeaaase, stoooop!"

The horse slammed the canine into the desk. "Then give me... ugh... what I want!"

Terror taking hold of him, Robbie took flight and ran out into the break room, now occupied with several of his fellow employees. The bunny was panting, his face an image of complete dread as everyone just turned to look at him. Coming back to his senses, he moved towards the nearest employee, a boar, to try to explain what was happening. As he did, he caught a whiff of him and recoiled, the man embalmed in the stench of sex, sweaty with musk, a little his own, but mostly of... horse. Robbie was struck silent as he pictured what the horse might have done to this man and as he stared back at him, he saw fear in the porcine eyes. His fur was damp and he was shaking, though not as noticeably as Robbie was.

Ignoring the tells, and trying to ignore the smell, he leaned into the boar with panic in his voice. "The manager, he's in his office, he's getting-"

"I don't care!" replied the boar in an angry tone.

Robbie looked back with surprise. "What? But, you don't understand-"

"Shut up, Robbie! Nobody fucking gives a shit what you have to say!"

The rabbit couldn't believe what he was hearing. He turned to look at the other employees, a bull, another rabbit, a kangaroo, a tapir, and a leopard. They were all staring at him with unfriendly eyes, their fur damp as the boar's and as he sniffed the air in the break room, it carried with it the same musky stench of horse, sweat, and sex. They all had fear in their eyes, some were shaking, one had an awkward walk about him as if his backside had endured a terrible abuse. Suddenly, Robbie heard his boss's voice over the intercom.

"Robbie Tanner; come directly to my office immediately!"

Robbie stood dumbfounded, not sure how to respond, but as he continued to glance back at the room full of hateful stares, he began to realize he needed to get out of there.

"What are you waiting for Robbie?" asked the kangaroo in a curt manner. "Didn't you hear the manager? Get your ass back there now."

Robbie was starting to feel threatened, his heart pounding in his chest. "What? But... what... why... what happened-"

"Quit stalling and get your ass to the manager!" the boar shouted, his voice shaking. "Don't make us drag you back there."

Robbie couldn't believe what was happening; his fellow employees, friends he'd called them before, all standing there, threatening him, yelling at him, despite evidence that they'd been violated. He didn't know what to do, but as he paused to think, the entire group of anthros stood up and the rabbit felt he had no choice.

He held up his paws defensively. "Ok, I'm going."

His breathing never calmed, nor did his palpitating heart, as he turned and walked back to his boss's office. His palms were getting sweaty, his knees were buckling, and he felt a loss of control over his bladder. The tension heated up as he got closer, fearing what the horse might do to him once he was in his presence. Robbie crossed passed the window, but he didn't see the horse and his boss was no longer in the same position. He was standing on the opposite side of the desk, leaning down, his face contorted into one of misery as he shook with panic, his fur sweaty and matted.

Robbie looked down the other corner, but didn't see the horse. So he took a deep breath and went through the door, hoping his boss might help get him out of the situation. As he entered, though, he froze, noticing the horse standing in the corner just behind his manager. He wasn't naked, though. He was fully dressed in an employee uniform, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, smirking back at the rabbit. Robbie cringed with disgust and brought his paw to his face as the strong stench of sex and musky cock permeated the room with such intensity.

"Robbie, I'm sorry, but I have to let you go," his manager said, his face crying out with fear.

"What?" the rabbit replied, a mixture of confusion and sorrow coming over him.

"You're fired. There's nothing else to it."

Robbie was completely befuddled, his mind unable to comprehend what was happening. "Why?"

"Robbie, I-"

"You're the boss here," the horse said in a pleased manner. "Why don't you sit down?"

With that, the horse put a paw on the dog's shoulder and forced him to sit down. As his butt met the chair, the rottie seethed with pain, clenching his teeth and wincing with agony. Gripping the desk and taking a moment to adjust to the pain, he stared back at the bunny and furrowed his brow.

"Look, I am your boss and I don't owe you anything. Now get out, now!"

Robbie looked back at the horse, his own terror preventing him from saying anything as the equine simply grinned back at him. "But... I haven't done anything wrong. I don't deserve to just get-"

"This is not a discussion. I've made my decission, now get out before I call the cops."

Despite his fears, the canine looked sincere and Robbie, devastated and afraid, could do nothing. One more glance towards the horse, who smiled back with devilish intent behind his expression, and Robbie finally accepted it, though he was truly disgusted by the events. Turning around, he rushed out of the office, down the hall, passed the coworkers he was certain were raped too, and left the store.

"911. What's the emergency?" came the female voice on the other end of the phone.

Robbie was in his car, having left the supermarket and driven a ways before pulling over and calling the police. His heart was still racing and he felt choked up from the devastation of what happened.

"Hello, I need to report something bad going on at the Southern Goods Supermarket." There was panic in his voice, expectedly.

"Alright. What's going on sir?"

"Well, I went in for my shift and went to go talk to my boss, but once I got to his office, I saw him getting raped."

"Uh-huh."

Robbie paused for a moment, the lackluster response from the officer a bit surprising, but he continued. "Yeah, there was this big horse who was threatening his family if he didn't do what he wanted. I went for help, but I found my coworkers and I think the horse may have raped them too."

"OK. Did you see this horse rape them?"

"No, but I could smell his scent on them and they were all looking afraid and shaking. When I went to see my boss, I could tell he was in pain and the horse was making him do something he didn't want to do."

There was a long pause. "Well, what do you want me to do about it?"

Robbie froze up again, such disinterest something he never expected from the police department. "I- aren't... aren't you even remotely concerned that there are people being raped."

There was a sigh on the other end. "Look, if you didn't see the others getting raped, then it probably didn't happen. But if you're so concerned, we'll send someone to investigate. Alright?"

"Um... alright, I gue-"

The officer hung up, leaving Robbie with a confounded look on his face and deeply troubled at what was happening. First, a giant monster of a horse he bumped into the night before shows up at his work and rapes his boss and coworkers into turning against him. Then, the police show nothing but apathy for such a heinous activity. He sat in his car, perplexed at how or why this was all unfolding, but as he thought about the big lug and the memory of his thick cock plugging up his boss's tailhole played over in his head, he realized his pants were getting tighter.

******

The following day, late in the morning, Robbie arrived at class for his test, though he didn't get much studying done the night before. The horse plagued his thoughts and his dreams, leaving him with little sleep for the night either. He felt a tingling in his belly and initially he figured it was out of pure fear, but soon after realized that there was a mixture of arousal there as well. Despite the threatening nature, his hulking frame and muscular physique was all male, but there was something else about him: his musk. The scent from him was so strong and so potent and it had a very unusual effect on his libido that he couldn't quite shake.

He continued to concentrate on the horse and what he'd done to him the previous day, walking through the door to his classroom as he checked his phone for messages. He'd been texting his boyfriend all day and all morning, but the raccoon, for some reason, hadn't returned his texts. He'd expected to hear voices talking once inside the class, but as he peered over the stadium seating, he saw no one. Somewhat alarmed, he checked his schedule, the date, and even the class number, but there was no mistake. It was only 15 minutes to the start of class on an exam day, but there was no one here, which was extremely odd.

He walked to his normal position and set his bookbag down on the desk and as he did, he suddenly heard noises coming from down the hall. He stepped away towards the odd noises, which occurred in a discontinuous pattern. It started to sound like grunts and as Robbie got closer, his heart started to skip beats as he recognized the voice. He rounded a corner and nearly retched as he saw the lumbering draft horse once again, catching his powerful odor and wanting to cry from it. This time, he had his teacher, a young, lithe deer stripped completely naked with his paws tied behind his back. Unlike his boss though, he had his teacher inverted with his cock shoved straight into his muzzle and as Robbie caught sight of them, he watched as the horse lowered the ungulate down, his cock delving deeper into his victim's throat. Robbie watched as his neck expanded to accommodate the stallion's girthy meat, cutting off his airway. His teacher shuffled around, trying desperately to free himself, but unable to do anything as his assailant simply pushed further into him.

"If you want this torment to end, then you will do what I say," said the horse, a sadistic smile on his face. "Do what I want and this ends without question."

Robbie watched in horror as the deer struggled for freedom, tears streaming from his frightened eyes and falling to the floor. Finally, after a minute of choking on stallion dick, the horse raised him up, his throat deflating and the deer taking deep breaths through his nose, breathing in the close, robust stench of musky horse balls. After only a couple of breaths, the horse spoke again.

"Continue to refuse..." the horse then shoved him back down, thrusting his penis into the deer's throat, once again inflating his neck and cutting off airflow, "... and this will continue for as long as you can hold out."

Once again, the teacher began to scuffle, trying desperately and failing to free himself from the stallion's grip, helpless and at his mercy, of which he was receiving none. It took Robbie a moment, frozen with fear, before panic set in and he bolted back towards his bag on the desk to grab his phone and call the police. Like before, they weren't very helpful.

"9-1-1, what's the emergency?" came the voice on the other end.

"You need to send someone to Southwestern University! I just saw my teacher getting raped!" The panic in Robbie's voice was palpable.

"Uh-huh. And is he being raped by the same horse that raped your boss yesterday, sir?"

Robbie was taken aback that not only was the officer the same one he spoke to yesterday, but that she recognized his voice. "I... it..." he sighed, worrying that they might not believe him. "Yes, it is. But you have to send someone now. He's here right now."

"Sir, we're investigating it, alright? We'll get to the bottom of this, but for now, please stop tying up our lines."

And in a similar fashion, the line was cut off, leaving Robbie with a dead line and shock at the reaction the police were giving him. He had to wonder if in some way, there was some conspiracy that involved the police protecting this horse, but why? What did it mean? Who was this horse and most bafflingly, why did he keep popping up wherever Robbie was? Why did he want to get the young rabbit fired? And as he pondered those and more questions, he then began to wonder if he was there for a similar reason: to get him kicked out of school.

As his nerves remained stressed, he caught motion and the sound of footsteps coming from down the hall and spied his fellow students walking from the direction he just came from. He turned and moved towards them. "Oh my God, did you guys see the proffe-"

He stopped once he realized several notable odd features. Everyone was walking slowly, some were bowlegged, others were fighting an obvious pain in their nether regions. They were moist, some merely glistening from mild perspiration while others were outright drenched in sweat. They looked defeated, as if this were high school and they all just got hazed by the school bullies, but with more sinister overlap. As they approached, Robbie caught the most notable feature and something he was beginning to dread. They all carried with them the same overpowering, robust horse musk that has been terrorizing him and the people he knew over the last two days. As they passed by, they shot Robbie a glance, some of the smaller anthros with looks of fear and pain, others with an expression of anger and mistrust. Robbie cringed in disgust as the musk grew to formidable levels as everyone who entered exuded the mind-numbing odor and blanketed the room with it.

Robbie tried addressing them, speaking to no one in particular. "You guys, did you see the professor... and the horse? Are you guys OK?"

"Shut up, rabbit!" answered a rather irate-looking tiger, who walked with a limp and whose crotch and pants were soaked with what Robbie assumed was horse jizz.

He stood there completely perplexed, his fellow students turning on him the same way his coworkers did. While he didn't really engage all of them, he never had any problems with any of them, so for them to act this way towards him meant that somehow the horse that got to his teacher, coworkers, and boss somehow got to them too. As they finished filing into the room to taking their seats, Robbie saw his professor waddle into the room, his body weak as he struggled to make it to his desk and breathing heavily, looking as if he was about to collapse.

Robbie tried calling to him. "Dr. Freeman, I have to tell you something."

"No more talking," the deer responded in a firm, but weak tone.

"But professor-"

"No more talking, Robert, or I'll give you an automatic F. Now sit down and be quiet."

Robbie was dumbfounded and he began to shake, the other students around him standing over their seats, watching him and waiting for him to follow the teacher's command. After seeing no other course, he hesitantly sat down and shortly after the rest of the class followed. He looked around, stealing glances of hatred or terror in his direction, making his heart beat furiously. He turned to his left and saw a very sweaty and extremely smelly red panda, staring down at the desk with humiliation and trepidation.

"Hey, are you alright? What happened? Why is everyone acting this way?"

Robbie had spoken to the panda before and they'd gotten along fine, but this time around the young man just sat there, eyes averted, and shaking with fear. The rabbit was about to speak again, but then the panda's eyes darted just past him and grew wide with abject terror and he looked away, trembling and crying under his breath. Suddenly there came the squeak of the seat to Robbie's right and his nose picked up the ever familiar and ever dreadful scent of his pursuer. He turned, hardly able to breathe, and looked up at the menacing figure that's been plaguing his life. The horse was fully dressed, but his musk remained as powerful as ever, his rippling muscles stretching his clothes to their limit. As Robbie looked up at him, the horse was peering forward, but after a few seconds, he turned his gaze down towards the bunny and a wicked smile grew on his face. Robbie froze, his muzzle hanging open and unable to turn away. His heart beat faster and his crotch began to tingle from the excitement as his mind sent mixed messages throughout his body.

"Eyes forward," the professor commanded and with a bit of struggle, Robbie managed to break the stone glare of the oppressive equine and grateful that he did. The deer was handing out the exams, even giving one to the horse, flinching as he passed by. "From here on out, no talking. You may begin the exam as soon as you get it."

Without another word, Robbie watched as everyone in the class began studying the questions and providing their answers as if they weren't all subjugated by the powerful man beside him. Robbie's nerves grew as the silence lingered over the class, having experienced now everyone he knew at work and in one of his classes to be attacked and raped by this horse that he bumped into less than two days ago. He'd gotten to everyone else and he was waiting on pins and needles, his mind completely focused and expecting the horse to finally take him as he'd taken everyone else, but the stallion never made a move against him. Instead, he filled out the exam as if he were a student like everyone else. No one would talk to him or listen to him, not even the police, and the monster wasn't making any threatening moves against him... yet. He had no choice but to continue with the test and hope he could just make it out with his anus dry and without the smell of horse covering him.

Unfortunately, as he stared down at the exam, the questions straightforward and easy, he couldn't focus. All he could think about was the image he saw of his teacher face down with the giant equine phallus shoved straight down his throat, suffocating on horse dick. As frightening as the image was, he pictured himself in that position and suddenly his arousal grew exponentially, his own penis growing erect rapidly within his pants. His embarrassment elevated and he began to sweat, his breathing becoming shallow, not from fear, but from lust. And the strong musk, the dank stink of the stallion's unimpeded odor, wasn't helping matters. He tried to breathe through his mouth, but the particles being secreted from the stallion were flowing into his mouth, gliding over his tongue and stimulating his taste buds. To Robbie, he might as well have been running his tongue along the horse's entire body.

He could barely read the questions, his mind foggy with lust as his cock ached for release from his underwear. His loins burned with amorous passion as he began to moan absentmindedly, getting a few head turns from his fellow classmates. The teacher took note as well, calling out to him.

"Robert."

Robbie didn't hear him, instead continuing to moan, the desire to bring his paw to his crotch growing, but still lucid enough to keep from following through.

"Robert!"

The sharp call from his professor snapped Robbie back to reality and he felt flush with humiliation as he came to terms with what was happening.

"Robert, come to the front of the class... and bring your exam with you."

Robert's heart raced in his chest, his palms were sweating profusely, and he felt hot with shame and embarrassment. His pants were tenting noticeably and he wanted to adjust them, but everyone was watching him now. His mouth was running dry and his throat was becoming sore, but the heat of lust remained, despite the insurmountable humiliation he was currently experiencing.

"Now, Robert."

There was no other choice, he had to do as instructed. Shaking, he stood up, grabbing his exam and holding it down to cover himself, but it did little good. Many students noticed his erection and began snickering and whispering comments about it, further elevating Robbie's embarrassment. He reached the teacher's desk, but when he was a couple feet away, the deer held up a paw and the rabbit stopped where he stood, exam covering his crotch.

"Your exam, Robert," the teacher said, holding out his paw.

The bunny, feverish now with shame, shook noticeably, utterly terrified to show off his groin. He stared back at the deer's stone cold glare and saw no recourse, so he swallowed the meager saliva in his dry mouth and held the paper out.

The professor scoffed and cocked his eyebrows. "Why do you have an erection in my classroom?" The class suddenly burst into laughter as Robbie stood there, humiliated beyond compare. "You're done with the exam. Grab your stuff and leave."

The poor rabbit had no choice, letting the teacher snatch the paper violently from his paws as Robbie turned back to face the class. There were jeers, mockery, and lots of laughter, but the horse said nothing, nor did he laugh. He just sat there and continued to eye the lagomorph with sadistic pleasure. Shaking with shame, tears starting to flow from his eyes, Robbie needed to get out of there, so he ran to his desk, grabbed his bag, and ran out of the class, sobbing as the tears ran freely down his cheeks.

******

Robbie's cheek fur was matted, having spent a good chunk of the last couple hours crying, brooding, and then crying again. Something was happening to him, his life was being turned upside down and everything in his life was being taken from him. He couldn't understand how or why it was happening, but it was working fast and in the confusion he was becoming lost and uncertain. He still couldn't get in touch with his boyfriend and he was too nervous to call the police again, worried they'd still brush him off. With such disheartening events playing out before him, he decided the best thing to do was to try to distract himself so that he might be able to come up with some reasonable explanation.

He'd arrived a short while ago at the gym just a short jog from where he lived. This was a sacred place to him, a place he could focus his mind, workout, build up some adrenaline, and leave with a healthier mindset and attitude. Just seeing the front doors filled him with comfort. As he stepped through the entrance, he was met with the typical scent of sweat and musk of the gym members. However, the scent was particularly strong today, a sign that the majority of people, perhaps all of them, were working out with unwashed bodies.

After being exposed to the robust scent for long enough, Robbie recognized the particular odor and his stomach turned, every bit of comfort fleeting as he became gripped in terror. The familiar smell of strong, overpowering, offensive horse musk filled his nostrils and supplanted his comfort with panic.

"No, no, no, no, no, no! Please, no!" he ran to the locker room, the strongest scent coming from that direction, and peered inside. As foreseen, the locker room reeked of bodily musk and sex, the tang of sweat mixing in with pheromones and semen. He looked around and saw several men lying on the floor or on benches, passed out, all of them stripped naked, wearing a jockstrap, or having their underwear around their legs. Their butts were leaking exorbitant amounts of cum from their gaping sphincters. The sound of moaning and the clatter of someone hitting a locker caught Robbie's attention and he shot his glance to the right. He wanted to cry again as he once again bumped into the creature that was ruining his life.

The horse was naked again and impaled on his cock was a lion, large, tall, and muscular compared to Robbie, but dwarfed by the massive horse. He was stripped naked as well, his belly bulging from the horse endowment invading his bowels, hilted and causing the lion to seethe with pain. His face was bloody, the horse having obviously assaulted him as he held the lion around the neck with one paw as he slid his cock out softly then jamming it back in with merciless force. The lion gripped his arm, but it did nothing to the equine. His left paw was reached around and held some poor doberman's face up into his strong, round, muscular rump. The doberman was naked, save for a jockstrap, and leaking semen out of his used tailhole. He had his paw pressed up against both cheeks, trying to push away from the smelly ass, but the horse held his nose firmly buried inside the creek running between his mounds.

"Keep fighting, dog," the horse stated in a malicious manner, fucking away at the lion in his lap. "You're staying there until you lick my ass clean, so you might as well get started."

The doberman pushed and even tried battering his backside, but the horse wouldn't let him up, keeping his muzzle lodged in his crack while he continuously pounded away at the lion. The musk invaded Robbie's senses and he grew hard instantly, his pants tenting up painfully for his desperate cock. Seeing the horse standing there, continuing to rape everyone everywhere he goes, was quickly destroying the rabbit inside. He hated what he was doing to him and what he was taking away from him, but despite this he still couldn't fight the urges he felt when he stared at the sexy ass, the rippling muscles, and that thick, veiny penis.

The horse stared back at him, causing Robbie to freeze as he drooled. "Show the rabbit what it's like to get fucked by me," he said obviously to the two men he was raping.

His eyes bulged and he retreated from the locker room, running for the front desk. He was panting and grunting, unable to catch his breath, his sense of fear and lust compounding his ability to relax and think clearly. The clerk at the front desk, a bull several inches taller than him and bulging with muscle, smelt of strong horse musk and was visibly exhausted. Robbie just couldn't understand how he was doing all this. He looked around the gym and saw everyone now staring at him, some seemed shaken up, others were irksome, all of them though were exhibiting some signs of having been raped by the stallion. Some of them were tall, large, and could handle themselves quite well. Surely if they pooled together, their strength and numbers could overpower a single horse.

The rabbit, panting and desperate for someone to help him, looked at the bull pleadingly. "Please, you have to call the police. That horse is just gonna keep fucking everybody if nobody stops him." He was hoping this bull would be different, that he would listen, show sympathy, and share his perspective. However, as the bull continued to stare back at him with a furrowed brow and expression of vexation, he figured it wasn't gonna be.

"Get your lilly ass out of here, now!" the bull exclaimed in a rough voice and with that, Robbie's heart sunk deeper into despair. "You're not wanted here anymore. Get out and don't come back."

Robbie could feel the tears welling up again as the stallion that's been stalking him had frightened everyone into turning against him. He continued to breathe rapidly, unable to calm down or find peace, but he didn't move. He looked back up with pleading eyes at the bull, expecting to try to attempt to alter his position. However, before he could, several other large anthros crowded around him and Robbie suddenly felt as much fear for his life from them as he did from the horse.

"I'm not gonna tell you again. Nobody wants you here, so get out, or we will put you out."

Robbie's lips began to quiver as he threatened to start sobbing again, but he knew it was no less hopeless to fight here than it was at work or at school. So, he slowly slunk away from the crowd, his back towards the entrance as he watched the gym members watch him as he backed away. All of them either had their arms crossed or their paws on their hips, a show of power and intimidation over him. But then he saw the stallion himself emerge from the locker room, naked as ever and sporting his huge erection, a good two feet of solid horse cock jutting out from his crotch like an organic diving board, and Robbie knew where the power truly lied. It was an enigma, how the horse was doing this, but he was powerless to stop him and so all he could was push against the door and exit the last pillar of assurance he had that was taken away from him like everything else.

******

Robbie went straight home and decided not to try to go anywhere else as that seemed like the last place he could go where he was safe, but because of the last two days, his idea of safety became a dwindling and forsaken concept. He tried calling his boyfriend, texting him, emailing him, but there was still no response and he was starting to get worried. He tried calling the police again, but that proved less than fruitless to the point the cops actually threatened to arrest him if he continued to bug them. So paranoid that the horse might show up at any minute to finally ravage him, he grabbed a bottle of peach schnapps and tried to drink his problems away, but rather than making him feel more relaxed, all it did was make him more exhausted.

After spending hours thinking of nothing but the horse and tired from a day of fear, humiliation, and crying, he decided to try and get some sleep. As he closed his eyes, though, he always saw that stallion in crystal clear vision, his bulging arms, his protruding chest, his washboard stomach, his round rump, his massive thighs, his well-defined calves, and most of all his insurmountable package with his overdeveloped testicles and tree-trunk phallus. Throughout the night, the musky scent stuck with him, but as he closed his eyes and envisioned the male's body, the scent became much more recognizable as if he were sniffing the horse directly. His dick hurt beneath his underwear as it grew to stiffness quickly and he felt shameful again for getting aroused by the man who was terrorizing him and the people he knew. But his body wouldn't let him ignore it and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his erection to go down. Surrendering to his base instinct, he pulled his underwear down, grabbed his cock, and began stroking himself.

Ignoring his shame, he allowed himself to imagine taking the place of those he saw raped, being bent over a desk and getting ass-pounded painfully while being rammed against the desk. His groin tingled with elevated lust. His paws bound behind his back while he was lowered onto the stallion's meat, forced to swallow it as it plugged up his canal, blocking his airway and choking him. His body twitched with excitement. Being held up against a locker solely by the horse's dick, all 24 inches buried deep into his colon, bruised and beaten by the man that was raping him. He cried out in pure sexual ecstasy. Having his face forced into his ass, his nose pressed up against the obscured donut, the strong musk even stronger and more potent, his mind a blank with nothing but sexual desire as he begins licking away at the musky ring.

That pushed him over the edge and he cried out loudly as he sprayed hot, sticky, thick, chunky ejaculate all over himself, hitting spots above his head, on his chest, his muzzle, and his belly. He shot several long strings as the idea of being abused by stallion brought him sexual pleasure he never thought possible. As he came off his high, though, he remembered the fear and threatening nature of the horse and he dreaded running into him again, though he was starting to feel more and more like it was unavoidable, like he would meet him again and sooner or later, the horse would take him as his prize. Unfortunately, a powerful orgasm and thoughts of terror and dread were not enough to sate his lust and his erection remained, his urethra now sore, but begging to release more of his seed. Frustrated, he held his paw to his head, unconcerned about the cum stains on his thumb, as he wanted to sob at what the horse was doing to him.

******

Light seeped in through the cracks in the window, though it was still early and the apartment was dimly lit. However, the presence of light helped drive Robbie's frustration as the night proved to be a waking nightmare for him and his arousal. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't shake his thoughts of the horse nor could he eliminate the detrimental hard-on raging in his lap. Hour after hour, he tossed and turned in bed, trying desperately to think of something else, even going so far as to think about the time he spent with his ex. Nothing changed, though, and Robbie spent the entire night riddled with anguish that every aspect of his life was being stripped from him, his life would be over before long, and there was no one he could turn to. Yet despite his sadness, his lust would not abate and his cock pulsated with insatiable hunger. He even jerked off three more times in the night, but nothing changed and after every "self-pleasuring" session, his cock wound up aching more and his emotional and physical agony was exacerbated throughout the night.

A ding came from his phone and the exhausted rabbit crawled lazily to the phone and much to his delight, he got a request to video chat from the one person he'd been seeking more than anything. Smiling weakly, he agreed and waited to see the raccoon's loving face to greet him. The video came on and Robbie's heart pounded with joy, though he couldn't see his boyfriend's face as the phone was being jostled around.

"Michael?"

"Ugh... set... it... right... ugh... there," came a voice, causing confusion for the young bunny.

Finally, the phone was set down and Robbie got a good view of the other end, but what he saw burned his last remaining sense of hope to a crisp. Lying on his back, naked as ever, legs in the air, was his raccoon lover and hovering over him, thick, veiny, lengthy meat impaling his asshole, was the monstrosity that had been haunting the rabbit. He heart literally felt like something was crushing it, his stomach retched, and his eyes burned as tears began to form. The horse was mercilessly pounding away at the raccoon's backside, loud slaps resonating in the room as he spanked him with his hips, his boyfriend yelping with each thrust.

Out of the corner of the phone, Robbie saw a second figure come into view and when he didn't think his heart could be crushed any finer, he was wrong. Standing over his current boyfriend was his ex, a tall, muscular, well-endowed puma, equally naked and equally erect as the other two in the room. He bent down and began making out with his boyfriend, their lips locking in an overeager display of eroticism, the cougar suckling on the raccoon's mouth with such vigor and enthusiasm that large amounts of saliva seeped out of their lips and dribbled onto the floor. Robbie couldn't breathe as he watched the one last person he loved being corrupted by this nightmare ungulate. His ex looked towards Robbie, making him shudder with terror, and shortly after he pulled away as Michael looked up towards the phone.

"Hey Robbie," the raccoon started. "I just wanted to say... to fuck off somewhere and die. I can't believe I wasted my time with you when I could've been getting a real man with an actual cock."

Just then, the cougar grabbed him by the jaws and violently shoved his dick down his throat. He then began face-fucking him roughly as his former lover was spitroast by the two males. Robbie couldn't pull himself away, watching as Michael just lie there like a sex toy, tears welling up and falling down his cheeks like a mudslide. He began to sob and slowly dropped the phone to the floor, falling back on his rump. He backed up until he was leaning against the bed and began to ball, crying and sobbing without restraint, his chest, eyes, cheeks, stomach, and especially his heart were wracked with pain. In just a few short days, his life was over and the last flicker of light to a dark tunnel that had quickly been caving in had finally been sealed off.

But... his erection still wouldn't dissipate. After all that, as he cried and sobbed and wept and his eyes burned and his throat went dry from the sheer volume of water he was expelling, he still felt an inexplicable arousal for that nightmarish horse. He tried to ignore it as he lamented his lost future, but as with everything else, there was nothing that could satiate it. With everything in his life corrupted and everyone turned against him, Robbie, desperate for his pain to end, decided there was only one thing he could do, though there was no guarantee it would work.

******

It was still early and veritably cold that morning as Robbie rushed as fast as he could through the small open field to the dead end on the road that connected to a continuous street. Given the time of day and the low temperature, it wasn't an ideal time for people to be out and about, which was good news for the rabbit as no one would see him wandering the streets with a raging hard-on or moaning like a bitch in heat. Robbie dressed appropriately for the freezing temperatures, donning a large coat, gloves, and hat that partially covered his ears, but it didn't matter much. Though the outer atmosphere was chilly, the bunny's body was aflame with an unassailable lust, his blood boiling with carnal desire. He hardly noticed the frigid air as he set out from his apartment, desperate to find a remedy for this affliction of insatiable pleasure in search of the man who cast this spell on him: the horse that had destroyed his life.

He reached the road, a barricade lining the end to prevent vehicles from passing through. He stepped onto the sidewalk, moaning as his cock ached for release and his ass ached to be occupied. He was near the very spot he bumped into the stallion, hoping that he'd encounter him again, alone so that he could resolve this once and for all. As he passed by a doorway to an abandoned store, he caught the scent, the dank, musky smell of the equine he sought. His heart beat quickened as he turned and stared at the door, anxious and reluctant to walk inside, but the pain of his tortured malehood beneath his pants prevented him from running away.

Taking a deep breath and grunting as his body heat continued to rise, he reached out and to his surprise, it was open. He stepped inside and immediately cringed with disgust as the musk was stronger there than he'd ever smelt it. His fur stood on end and his nasal cavity burned, his olfactory senses assaulted with pure, concentrated equine bodily odor. He wanted desperately to turn around and leave, or rather wanted desperately to want to turn around and leave, but as he whiffed away at the acrid scent, his mind sunk deeper into a state of lust. He padded inside, taking a few steps, the area large and dimly lit, a skylight the only thing providing any real illumination, save for the cracks in the boarded-up windows and open door. That, however, slammed shut suddenly and Robbie turned with a start, yelping in shock and fear. His heart raced in his chest, his eyes wide in terror, but as he stared expectantly at the front entrance, he was unaware of the overshadowing figure standing behind him until he heard the loud snorts of heaving breaths.

His stomach tightened up and he began to shudder, slowly shifting around to face the hoofed man and once he caught sight of him, he became wrought with a cacophony of emotions. He wanted to cry as memories from the last few days played out in his mind, the sight of his boss, his teacher, those poor anthros in the locker room getting raped. The reminder of his coworkers, his fellow students, and all those at the gym turning on him made his chest hurt as he felt his heart tightening up from the pain of feeling abandoned and outcast. However, seeing the horse standing there naked, his body exuding his strong, overpowering musk, his rippling muscles and his tall, bulky frame, his equine penis hanging limply from its sheath; it was all making the lagomorph's body burn with lust.

Tears began to form in his eyes, but he wasn't sure if it was from emotional trauma or sexual desperation. Robbie wasn't sure what would happen, but at the moment the horse just stood there staring at him with a blank expression, his arms crossed over his chest. Intimidated, Robbie stared back, a nervous bladder threatening to stain his pants, but as the minutes wore on, the horse said nothing and Robbie was becoming impatient. He came here for a reason, so he forced himself to gather whatever courage he had to speak.

His throat was dry, but he gulped anyway as he finally spoke, his voice shaky and soft. "Who are you?" The horse said nothing. "What do you want from me? Why are you doing this to me?"

After a couple seconds, the horse smirked and chuckled. "What do I want? I want you, rabbit. I want that body. Not just to have, but to own."

"So... wh- why didn't you just... take me like... like everyone else?"

"Because it's not enough for me to just take you. No, I want you to beg me to fuck you. I want you to beg me to fill you with my seed. I want that to be all you want, so I will take away everything you have, everything you love, until there's nothing left for you, but the insatiable desire to have me tear through your ass with my cock."

"But... but why?"

The horse narrowed his gaze into a glare. "Because I can. And if you don't, then your misery will continue to get worse. You will experience hate and betrayal in ways you couldn't imagine, people you thought loved you would turn on you and make you suffer worse than anything you've experienced thus far. Is that what you want?"

Tears began to well up in Robbie's eyes as he sniffled. "No. Please don't. I can't take anymore. I don't know what I can do to stop this, so please, just end my suffering."

"Then beg me to fuck you."

Robbie sniffled again as a couple tears ran down his face. Feeling the futility of his situation, he succumbed to the horse's demand. Wiping away his tears, he began to strip, removing his hat, his coat, his gloves, and his shoes. As he stripped away his shirt, he began to feel the shamefulness of the situation, but he didn't slow down and moved onto his pants. Once he tossed those away, he slowly began to remove his briefs, his cock creating a massive protrusion underneath. He pulled them down, revealing his blood-engorged member, and tossed them aside, leaving him as naked as the large male in front of him. Still shaking, he got down onto his knees, clenching his fists, and spoke in a shaky, frightened voice.

"P-please... I'm begging you, f-fuck me h- fuck me h-hard. I want you to r-rip open my asshole and... fill me with your huge, manly cock." His heart beat furiously as his feelings of personal disgust raged through his body. He stared up at the stallion hoping for a response, but the horse just stared down at him with disinterest. His nerves rising and his desperation for sexual release getting worse, he knew he needed to improve upon his begging. He fell down onto his paws and knees and, with every ounce of energy he could muster, screamed and shouted at the equine male as tears poured down his cheeks.

"Please fuck me, please! I want you to fuck me so bad and so hard! I need your thick dick inside of me! I want you to use me like a toy, use my asshole like a cock-warmer! That's all I'm good for! Please... pummel me until I can't feel anything anymore!"

Robbie crawled forward towards the horse, who remained steadfast with his arms crossed, though his cock wobbled a little as he flexed it excitedly. The rabbit reached forward and began massaging one of the horse's calves and despite everything, the lagomorph couldn't help but admire the feel of the horse's leg. It was pure muscle under a coat of soft, velvet fur, hard as stone and bumpy as a mountain ridge. He moved up the stallion's gigantic thighs, his cock beginning to grow as he was molested by the small victim. Robbie fondled the tight leg, hugging it as he stroked along the fur covering his well-toned hamstrings.

As he climbed the mountainous base of his tormentor, he brought his face closer to his large, macroscopic jewels and the disgust he felt towards himself continued to escalate. The stench coming off the horse's privates was potent and unadultered, stinging Robbie's eyes and nose as his taste buds picked up the flavor. Pure, sweaty stallion testicles, wrinkled horse sheath, and hot, moist, stained with pre and God-knows-what equine cock spread along the rabbit's tongue and he shuddered at the strong, musky, masculine taste. Every instinct within his body told him to run, but he couldn't break himself away. The horse was eluding strong pheromones that were enrapturing his mind and he was a slave to the sexual allure of the stallion's body.

The horse's cock continued to grow to full length and as it did, Robbie's fears grew exponentially at the thought of having such a large, thick rod rammed inside of him. Unfortunately, there was no way around it and he needed to end this horrible nightmare, so he forced himself to bear the excruciating odor and taste and leaned into the stallion scrotum, burying his nose in the underside, the fur softer than it had any business being, pressing up, and taking a big, long, hard whiff. At first, there was no noticeable change in the intensity to Robbie's olfaction, but after a few seconds, his eyes grew wide and he gagged on what seemed like a cloud of concentrated horse musk entered into his sinuses. He choked and coughed on the stallion's odor, his eyes and nose burning as he desperately fought the desire to flee. At the same time, his groin tickled as he felt a strong orgasm building up and as the desire to flee faded, he found himself wanting more and more for the horse to breed him. He hated himself more than the horse now and continued to sniff at the horse cock, licking it, fondling it as it came to full erection, no less hard or rough than any other muscle on his body with veiny protrusions threatening to pop out of his skin.

Robbie couldn't see it, but the horse was smiling sadistically now, nor did the rabbit see him uncross his arms and reach down, but as the horse grabbed him and spun him around with a jolt, he whined with surprise. The stallion lifted him up and held him with the rabbit's butt in his face, spreading his cheeks apart roughly and causing Robbie to wince and whimper from the treatment. The large brute began licking his ass crack, slathering it up with his spit, titillating Robbie as he grazed his sensitive anus. The lagomorph whined and moaned with pained delight as his sexual appetite was being fed, much to his shame.

After several licks, the horse stopped and spoke again. "One more time rabbit, beg me... to fu-"

"Please, fuck me!" Robbie cried out quickly. "Please, do whatever you want to me, JUST END THIS FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!"

Hearing the rabbit in the throes of desperation gave the stallion a wicked satisfaction. Grinning, he pulled the rabbit down, wrapping one hand around his neck and the other halfway around his waist, positioning him so that his butt rested against the head of his dick. Robbie shuddered and whimpered at the feel of the giant horse glans, knowing full well the insertion was not going to be easy. The horse didn't stall but a few seconds before pushing down harshly, Robbie instantly feeling a tense pressure against his backside. Somehow, the stallion's cockhead pushed his tailhole open, wider and wider, spreading a severe burning sensation through his ass. With extensive force, the horse finally pushed through the tight barrier and shoved his enormous glans into the rabbit's rectum. To Robbie, the feeling was beyond anything felt before in his life and he screamed wildly in pain. He grabbed on the horse's arm, fighting him and trying to pull off, but there was nothing he could do as a fire was lit in his backside, stretching him to unnatural limits. The horse just smiled wickedly and pushed through, shoving his penis deeper and deeper into the rabbit's colon, Robbie crying and screaming in utter agony as he was stretched wider and wider. The stallion pole was so girthy that Robbie was stretched beyond his limits and his sphincter tore open, adding to the unbearable agony he felt. Nevertheless, having the horse's giant meat putting such great stress against his prostate tickled his arousal to peak heights and his cock tingled with an imminent climax. He shook and shuffled, but it was futile to resist and as the equine impaled him mercilessly, Robbie's penis exploded with monstrous amounts of lagomorph seed and sprayed it all over the floor. His orgasm lasted almost and minute and his mind began to go hazy from the entire experience.

Grinning with pleasure, the horse stopped shoving his immense meat up into Robbie's butt, less than half of his endowment spearing the rabbit's backside. "Now, now, my little fuck toy," he said in a sadistic manner. "Don't want to insert too much. Don't want to damage my new toy too quickly."

Robbie's cheek fur was matted, drenched with salty tears of agony and humiliation. After a short pause, the horse lifted him up, pulling out several inches of the hard, veiny member, and then lowered him down, reinserting his length. Robbie screamed in pain, but also lust, the fire from being torn apart mixed with the sexual stimulation of his prostate. The horse began fucking the rabbit slowly, trying hard not injure him any further. His cock was starting to stain red as small dribbles of blood seeped out of Robbie's ass from where is anus was torn. Robbie wanted to struggle, but he was so weak and so lightheaded that he could barely hold on.

Before the horse could even get off once, the rabbit felt his second orgasm building up quickly and Robbie cried with shame. He wanted the nightmare to end, but he was too frightened about what that meant and beyond embarrassed by the fact that he was getting so aroused by what was happening. Still, he had no choice but to bear it, his mind and body exhausted by the pain and pleasure. The horse didn't care, finding enjoyment as he continued to rape the rabbit like a broken doll.

Before long, Robbie felt that familiar tingle and building pressure in his groin. "No, no, no!" he cried in a soft, but pained voice as he ejaculated a second time, his member releasing an exorbitant amount of rabbit seed considering how much his balls emptied earlier. His orgasm lasted about as long as the first, draining his body of every ounce of energy it had, and still he felt another arousal building. The horse found pure pleasure in this and began grunting louder and louder, his thrusts coming more and more forcefully. Finally, he leaned his head back and released a powerful cry of pleasure as he came, emptying his seed into Robbie's intestines. He shot out his sperm into the narrow bowels like a fire hose, the intensity of the force and the volume he was dispensing caused Robbie's intestines to bulge with horse cum, forcing the copious cum into his small intestine. Shot after shot, the stallion released more and more chunky man-milk into the rabbit, making his belly bulge slightly as it filled.

After a minute and a half, the beast finally stopped and held Robbie still, his ass still bleeding. The small victim was breathing hard, barely able to keep his paws on the horse's arms, waiting for the horse to release him. Instead, the horse said something that made him shudder.

"Beg me to fuck you again."

Robbie cried, his fears confirmed for how this was going to end. The horse's smell caught up to him, having been pushed to the back of his mind due to the searing pain in his asshole. The smell burned his nose and his eyes and made him gag, but like before caused his loins to stir madly. He couldn't help himself, his mind enslaved to the horrible musk, and he succumbed to the horse's demand, though he was so weak that he could barely speak.

"P... p... please... ... ... f... fu... fuck... ... ... m... me."

His voice was so soft, but the horse could hear and understand him well enough. Without hesitation, the giant began his second session breeding the abused and broken rabbit, pulling out slowly and reinserting his meat into Robbie's blood-stained sphincter. As he pumped in and out, the voluminous cum pooled inside the lagomorph rectum sloshed around, the bulge in his belly receding slightly only to re-emerge. The fiery pain continued to burn throughout his body, but so did the fire of arousal, but he was too tired to react to either. As he bounded up and down on the subject of his torture, the events of the last few days flashed before his eyes; the shock of seeing people he knew raped and coerced into turning against him, the hate and vitriol directed towards him, the feeling of emptiness and loneliness as he lost everyone he cared about.

Wallowing in shame and misery, the last tears fell from his eyes as he lost control of his body and he shuddered as he came again. His cock squirted out several strings of cum, after which his balls were empty, but that didn't stop him from riding out such a powerful orgasm. He opened his mouth to cry or moan or both, but nothing came out. His body tensed up as his cock flexed, releasing nothing as he felt the desperate need to loose his seed, but there was nothing to dispel. That desperation prolonged his orgasm for at least three minutes, his crotch aflame with a tense, orgasmic tingling until it finally abated.

Robbie's breathing was shallow and ragged and as the last climax dwindled, fatigue took over and Robbie went lightheaded. Drained of energy, the rabbit finally passed out, his arms dropping down and hanging limply in front of him, swaying as the horse continued to rape him. Smiling with a sadistic satisfaction, the stallion held the limp mammal firmly, refusing to stop using him even though he was no longer conscious.

"Oh, don't... think.... ugh... it's over... yet, little... ugh... fuck toy!" he exclaimed in between grunts. "It doesn't... end... just because... you... ugh... pass out! It ends.. when I've... used you... up!"

The horse soon came again, filling up the rabbit's bowels and bulging out his belly further. Fortunately, Robbie wasn't awake to feel it, but that was little comfort to a rabbit whose life was over. The stallion continued to fuck him, mercilessly raping the poor lagomorph until there was nothing left. The morning grew late, people went about their lives, unknowing and uncaring to the fact that at that moment a poor rabbit was being fucked to death.

Back in his apartment, the air was cold and his possessions would now serve as reminders of the young rabbit with a promising future that was cut short. His phone, still on the floor, its juice running low, came to life with a message that Robbie would never see.

Hey Bunny! It's Michael. <3

Haven't heard from you in a few days.

How'd the test go?

Also, are we still on for this weekend?