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Brother Arthur panted and leaned on the hoe he was using. The horse wiped his forehead with his white and black splotched arms, eyes closed, and his brown robe tied close to his body with an apron over the front to help keep it clean. It didn't help much, it felt like the dirt was all over his body and a lot of his white fur looked brown. The field next to the monastery was almost halfway done and the sun was particularly hot for mid-afternoon in early spring, meaning every other monk that had been helping went back inside. Arthur wanted to keep working, it kept his mind off other things, things that he came to the monastery to keep out of his head. It had mostly worked for the past 33 years. Still, he was hot and sweaty, if he didn't take a short break, he'd fall over exhausted. 'God give me a drink....'

"Here Brother," a very deep voice said behind him as a leather waterskin nudged his paws as he leaned on the hoe.

"Thanks," He grabbed it, popped the stopper off, and shoved the nozzle into his maw without even turning his head. It was warm, almost too hot to drink, with a slight bitter taste and something else to it. Still, it was likely just the taste of old waterskin, so he downed the entire thing. "Here."

Whoever it was took it and Arthur wiped his brow again, only to hear the sound of the waterskin filling. His ears twitched as he wondered how he was filling it, but it wasn't important, he was out here to keep his head clear. That's why he came to this monastery, and why he was working so hard today. Sometimes his lusts gripped him, tempting him to do unholy things, those were hard days. Today is a hard day. He was about to start plowing the soil again when the sounds of the skin filling got high pitched and then stopped.

"Here's more, you need to drink more in this weather." The deep voice said.

Arthur finally turned around, seeing the black wolf that was at least a head taller than him, nude, and with a pair of horns that wrapped around his head. He was holding out the waterskin, stopper popped out, and with nothing else on his body Arthur was wondering how he had just filled it. He took the skin and nodded as thanks, as he did, he noticed the tip wolf's sheath was damp. Bringing it up to his nose, the answer was obvious.

"You want me to drink your piss? No, you want me to drink more of your piss." Arthur rubbed his forehead. "Horned nude black wolf, my guess is you're the rumored lust demon under the monastery."

"That is how I knew you liked urine, despite how hard you try to keep it out of your head. You're afraid the tyrant god will judge you for your very thoughts about it, regardless of your actions." The demon smiled.

"Well, you've damned me for eternity for acting on it," He glared at the wolf. The horse took the waterskin and poured it over his head. His eyes were closed and his maw open, and the pale-yellow fluid flowed everywhere, splashing his black and white fur, into his muzzle, and soaking his brown robes. "God I've missed this."

"You never needed to miss it, but now that I'm here, I want to make a place where the tyrant god's rules can't hurt anyone. So, what do you say, old piss-guzzler? Want to make a paradise?" He extended a black paw.

"You've already damned me to hell, why should I let you do anything else?"

"I am Libollaz, a lesser divine of fertility. The tyrant god imprisoned me here for centuries and has since locked everyone else in the heavens to hoard the worship of the masses for himself alone. In the process his laws have hurt many people. My revenge is merely to bless the furs he dislikes but still demands worship from." Libollaz crossed his arms and flexed his body slowly. Red glowing wisps of air started falling off his fur, changing the world slowly, making it look like they were seeing it through red lenses.

"How exactly do I know you are telling the truth?" The older horse crossed his arms over his chest too, fanning away a few wisps that came close to him.

"Hmm, you mortals know that deals and contracts are unbreakable for the divine, right? 'God keeps his promises' and 'don't make deals with the devil'."

"So, you want to make a deal for my soul, typical." The black and white horse turned and picked up his hoe, starting to walk to where he left off.

"Not your soul, never liked the idea of owning souls. Just this, I will only speak what I know to be true, if I knowingly tell a lie I will become mortal. How's that sound?" The black wolf smiled and held out his paw.

"You're not a very good demon, are you?" Arthur stopped to look at him.

"Ha! No, I'm terrible at being greedy, selfish, and backstabbing. Part of the reason all the other divines got more worshipers than me. What do you say?"

The aging stallion sighed. "Well, I've literally got nothing to lose, so it's a better deal than any I've ever had. I accept." The horse reached out with a paw and shook the demon's paw. A half-second after they gripped each other's paws, a white light shined through the cracks between their fingers, sending out rays of light that rivaled normal sunlight. Arthur jumped back, and as soon as his paw was free the light stopped. He gave it a quick look over to see if there was any damage, but once he saw there wasn't any, he let it drop to his side.

"Now that that's out of the way, why did you come to me?"

"Long story short, I haven't been fucked in centuries, or done some piss play, and was hoping you'd consent to having sex with me." Libollaz said and he walked towards the monk.

Arthur stared at the black wolf. "Well, I'm already damned for drinking your piss, might as well indulge myself. I am surprised that you're a bottom though." He dropped his robes off his shoulders, starting to shuck his undergarments too.

"I like everything, but I know you're a top, and I'm in the mood." The demon walked up and cupped the horse's large balls as soon as they were free, rolling them around in his paws. "Poor things, feels like they've had nothing but wet dreams for the past three decades." He leaned down and wrapped his muzzle around them, making the more than foot-long black and white spotted monster harden along his back. He felt Arthur grunt in agreement as those white and black paws gripped his horns, thick, hoof-like nails thudding and bumping along their ridges. Libollaz knew that the horse was feeling some pressure in his bladder, it was obvious from his stance. He sighed, sucking on those large, meaty orbs, mortals can be too shy for their own good sometimes.

"Hey! Don't press so hard, I need to-!" The black and white horse gasped as a black paw pushed his lower stomach in. His hard cock immediately started dribbling, and after a second yellow piss started gushing out of it like a fire hose. "Right, you're into everything." He shuddered as his urine pooled in the small of the wolf's back, his cock still letting everything out, and then dripping down the sides and then around the tail to between those black butt cheeks. The black paw patted his stomach as the muzzle slurped and freed his balls. The demon pulled up; eyes closed to not get the yellow fluid in them and kept his maw open. "Holy fuck...." Arthur watched it splatter and spray all over the insides of that demon maw, watched his throat swallow whatever landed there, watched it drip down his lips.

Libollaz closed his muzzle around the flared tip of the spotted horse dick, making the horse moan. He looked up at Arthur with his red eyes, the flow was slowing down so he started sucking the rest of it out and sunk a few centimeters down the member. His paws pulled the horse forward, making the medial ring of his shaft enter his maw. He kept going until his lips were up against fur, deepthroating all 36 centimeters, and keeping his red eyes focused on the horse's eyes. Back on the spotted hips, his paws pushed and pulled them, the flare rubbing parts of his throat that only a horse could. It didn't take much prodding for Arthur to start fucking his face properly, but when he finally did the demon's horns felt his grip tighten and force him to move inversely to his thrusts, making his uvula feel like a punching bag.

Arthur couldn't believe it, he always thought that the size of his shaft was far too large for anyone to take, but the canine was swallowing it whole with no effort. The scent of urine was all he could smell, which was not surprising considering that the two of them were covered in each other's piss, the combined sour musk flooding his nose. The broad wolf tongue felt like it could cup the lower half of his rod as he fucked, and it still had enough length to reach out and fondle his balls whenever he paused while all the way in. His thrusting slowed a bit as he bent forward and grabbed the bushy black tail to pull it back. With no protest from the demon, two near perfect orbs were revealed, bouncing in time with his thrusts. He reached over, grabbing on and squeezing it tight while he slapped the other hard and watched it jiggle.

"Fuck," He said. He slid his paw down the cheek and poked the hidden hole, his finger slid in with no resistance. He tried stuffing in another, then another. Even his fourth finger slid in and wiggled around freely. He stretched his fingers out wide, and the hole gaped, clenching in a way that looked like it was trying to swallow his digits. "Damn. It feels like you could take me without lube, I thought I'd kill someone if I did that." The demonic sphincter clenched after he said it, bringing his fingers tightly together strong enough that he couldn't pull them apart again. He gasped and failed to pull his fingers out, hearing the wolf chuckle as he sucked. That ass felt like it was sucking his fingers in, his thumb got stuck before he tucked it in, and then his whole fist was drawn in. "Holy shit, guess I have no need to worry about hurting you."

Libollaz wiggled his butt, dragging the horse's paw back and forth while he still deepthroated that cock. He rippled the muscles in his butt and then allowed the horse to pull his paw out, the shaft in his muzzle shooting pre in jealousy. He felt his ass get slapped once more before Arthur stood up straight, his clean paw gripping one of his horns and tugging. Libollaz pulled back, savoring the taste as the member was unsheathed from his maw with a loud pop at the end. He gasped and licked his lips, looking at the horse. Burning need was what he saw in those eyes. Before he could ask, the black wolf rolled backward, tucking his legs underneath and leaning back until he tipped an was on his back. Smiling, he stretched his legs out in the air and pulled his cheeks apart to show off the gape the fist had just caused.

"Now that you're lubed and I'm stretched, let's get to the fucking."

"No need to ask me twice."

Arthur knelt and grabbed the black thighs, poking the demon's hole with his massive shaft. He didn't need much force to push into it, with the saliva on his rod and how accommodating it had been with his fingers, the sphincter latched onto the flared head and guided it in. The horse watched as his cock slid in, holding his breath for when it would catch, and he would need to apply pressure. But as each centimeter sunk in, from flared head to medial ring and beyond, he continued doubting that it would actually fit. "Fuck," was all he could say as his almost hairless balls tapped against black furred butt cheeks. He gasped because the hole began squeezing his member. Then he gasped because those black legs locked around his hips with more force than they looked like they should be able to.

Despite this, he pulled back. His cock pulled out as easily as it had gone in, past his medial ring and the head started tugging on that hole. Then he thrusted balls deep in one swift motion, the black furred legs guiding him. He leaned forward a bit, sturdied his footing, and gave another long stroke. He moaned and his tail whipped when his balls slapped against butt, eyes shut only a moment before they saw the demon smirking. He smiled right back and began pumping his hips, long thrusts that were building to a rhythm. The surprise at how easily the wolf could take his rod had worn off and was replaced by the question of how hard he could take it. He shifted his grip on those black thighs so he could pull them up to meet his thrusts and slammed into that hole at full force. He was already pulling out and slamming back in at a pace that made the sound of his balls clapping on fur have the rhythm of a heartbeat. His pace was fast, and he snorted with each time he hilted, a cloud of dirt clung to the ground as he dragged the black wolf back and forth across it, and the red light glistened off his newly sweaty fur.

"More!" Libollaz moaned.

Arthur pulled those legs out from around his waist and wove his fingers between the toes, he pushed them far apart and pushed against them for leverage. His hard cock stayed lodged in that butt as he moved, pulling himself to a higher angle. He neighed and started pounding that hole again, both of them grunting in time with the thrusts. The white and black splotched horse shook a bit every time his entire shaft was buried in the demon wolf, ears pinned to the back of his head and his tail stirring up dirt as it followed his hips. Three decades of chastity had left him with little stamina, and that supernatural hole was working him to the edge. It clenched tight when he was all in and resisted as he pulled out, but it was a nearly frictionless glide on the way in. Even though he wanted it to last longer, the temptation of orgasm was the carrot dangled in front of him. He clamped his eyes shut and went as hard and fast as he could. His cock fucking that canine ass in short strokes that made the wolf's prostate grind against his medial ring. His balls felt massive and swollen, he felt like he had to fight harder as they swung against him. His grunts and snorts went to moans and whimpers and back again. He couldn't keep up that pace though, slowing back to his full-length thrusts as he panted heavily.

"I know what you need," Libollaz smirked. The horse opened his eyes and saw the demon reach for that red cock, pre staining his black belly from where it had been bouncing and pointed it at Arthur's face. With only a sigh, yellow piss came streaming out of the head. He shut his eyes in time for the warm fluid to slap his face. It soaked his short fur once more and dribbled down his shoulders and chest, the harsh musky aroma flooding his nose. He opened his muzzle and blindly worked the stream to hit his tongue, the sound of someone pissing in his maw sending shivers down his spine. The sour-bitter flavor of the canine urine coated his tongue as he began swallowing it as if it was from a water fountain. His member jumped and throbbed, and then he thrust deep into the black butt.

He shuddered and gasped, shaking to and fro as his balls snuggled up close to his body. His cock shot out his cum with such force that it sprayed out of the demon's anus. He leaned on the strong black legs as his own black splotched ones grew weak. It felt like his entire body was pulsing in time with his dick, firing out three decades of pent up need like when he'd hold in his piss for hours at sermon. He soon stopped wiggling around, the stream of yellow fading to a dribble and no longer hitting his muzzle, as his motions made his overly sensitive dick scream at him.

Libollaz roared, making Arthur open his eyes in shock. He'd been so wrapped up in his own feelings that he failed to notice the demon wolf rubbing his red shaft. It was still pointed straight at his muzzle, and the black paws gripped the bulbous knot. He shut his eyes again as demonic seed struck his face and maw but kept it open. It was not as overwhelming as the urine was, but the musk was still strong as it recoated his tongue. The hole clenched rhythmically on his spent member, keeping it half-hard. He panted as spurt after spurt hit him, though each weaker than the last. A warm feeling settled in his chest and a smile on his muzzle. And a familiar pressure on his bladder.

"I need to piss again," He said softly.

"My ass is ready for it, mortal," Libollaz smiled as his orgasm faded.

Arthur relaxed, putting weight on his own legs again, and sighed. It took a second, but soon he felt hot fluid swirling around his cock as the pressure on his bladder lessened. His dick was going limp as he went, and the yellow and white mess began overflowing from the canine opening, so he stepped back a bit. Dribbles were all that was coming out when he popped free, so he let go of those dark furred legs and took a full step back.

"Brother Arthur? Are you alright?"

"What?" The horse opened his eyes once more. The red tint on the world was gone and a fox brother from the monastery was in front of him. He took a moment to glance down. His brown robes and apron were back on, his fur dry, and the hoe was still in his paw. "Um, yeah. Must have blanked out for a moment." He smacked his lips together, his muzzle still tasted like piss and cum.

"Why don't you go inside and rest, get something to drink, it sounds like the heat his getting to you out here. You are covered in sweat and it does not smell great." The fox put his paw on the taller horse's shoulder. "Maybe a quick bath would do you good."

"Sure thing," He gave the hoe to the fox and started back to the monastery. His legs still felt weak and his balls felt close to empty. 'It was definitely real.' He ran his tongue around his teeth. 'Huh, how can he claim to be any kind of divine when he's as depraved as I am.'