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Perch followed in Marcus' wake as they walked home, looking up at the big stallion in adoration. How had he never noticed before? This stallion was FAR better than Bucephalus. It was obvious. He'd been a fool to waste time with that cranky old horse when this young, beautiful stud was available...

"What are you thinking about, Perch?" his new paramour asked. His voice was like raindrops on a roof, soft and lovely.

"About you, sir," Perch said. Marcus' eyes were like deep pools he wanted to fall into.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because you told me to, sir." He had, and instantly Perch had realised it was the best idea ever. Of COURSE he should ogle the horse. It was all he'd ever wanted to do.

"Am I better looking than Bucky, slut?"

"Yes, sir," Perch said eagerly - but Marcus interrupted him.

"You sound like a stallion, slut," he said with a frown. "Sound more like a mare."

"Yes, sir!" Perch replied, raising his voice and making it breathier. He was a mare. Naturally. He should sound like one. "You're the most attractive horse I've ever seen, sir."

"Do you want to fuck me, Perch?"

"No, sir," Perch said, and when the stallion's eyes flicked over, he quickly added, "I want to be fucked BY you, sir. I'm a mare and I want to be fucked by a stallion. Fuck my pussy, sir, fuck it full of cum, and never stop..."

The carnality of that seemed to make Marcus pause for a moment. "I see why he liked *you*..." he said to himself.

"Sorry, sir?" Perch asked breathily.

"Nothing. Tell me why you're doing this."

Perch was stunned. How could he not SEE? He began to cry. "B-because I love you, sir..." Did master not love him back? He wouldn't be able to live like that. He needed him to love him, to fuck him, to make him owned. It was all he'd ever wanted his entire life, even if he hadn't known that until the necklace slid on.

Marcus chuckled throatily. "I bet you do." He slid a hand down the back of Perch's pants. They were thoroughly soaked from the countless fuckings he'd received at the club, and three of the stallion's thick fingers slid in without a problem. "Or you're just in love with getting horsefucked, you dirty little slut."

"Yes, sir," Perch said, quivering at the feeling of his love's fingers inside him. "Whatever you want."

Marcus stopped walking. They were on a dark stretch of road. "I know. Whatever I say, goes." He pointed at Perch. "Strip." The stallion-mare stripped off instantly; body-warm cum dripped slowly out of him. "Go there." He pointed into the bushes next to the road, and Perch walked there. Behind him, he heard Marcus unzipping, and moments later a nude, erect stallion joined him. He was smiling grandly.

"Bend over."

Perch had about a second after he bent over to settle his hooves, before Marcus' dick slammed into him. The mare-stallion moaned loudly, feeling the fullness he'd felt for hours already that night. But this was different. This was the stallion he loved, fucking him. "Fuck me harder, please, sir," he begged. "I need your big cock so badly, sir, I've needed it forever. I won't be complete without it..."

"Lemme hear you scream, slut," was all Marcus said. And Perch obliged. Every time the stallion's prick hilted inside him, he screamed as loudly as he could with pleasure. It was easy, because it felt like heaven. Marcus liked that a lot, too. He fucked Perch ever harder, and Perch screamed ever louder, until anyone who might walk past would know exactly what was happening in the bushes.

A slutty mare-stallion, getting fucked by the horse who owned him now.

"I'm going to fuck you like this every day, slut," Marcus growled. "Five times, ten times, twenty times a day. I'm always fucking horny, and you're going to be my fucktoy. You will appear when I call, and you will always be ready. You will bend over, and be fucked, and scream just like this, in that pretty girly voice. You will never wear clothes, except panties. You will never say no to me. And you will never go to sleep without my load inside you. What do you say to me?"

"Thank you, sir," Perch said.

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Perch walked in slowly, smelling the strong musk of stallion in the air. The music was much louder in here, and if the other patrons were talking, he had no chance of hearing them. Not that it mattered: as soon as he walked in the door, every stallion head inside turned to look at him.

They wasted no time. A huge draft stallion, a wall with arms, walked over and grabbed him. Perch gasped and pushed at the hand, but it's grip was unbreakable. He was dragged into the middle of the room, where a bright spotlight illuminated him - and every scrap of clothing was torn off. Perch squealed, holding his arms to himself, trying to cover up, but another two stallions stepped closer and pulled them away from his body, exposing his nakedness to the entire club.

Not to mention his erection at the rough, unexpected, wonderful treatment.

A black stallion materialised from the shadows beyond the pool of light. He was enormous; eight feet, at least. A shock of yellow hair drooped over one eye, and a bulge like a tree trunk in his pants made Perch gulp and stare. "Well, looks like we got some fresh meat in tonight, boys," he said, and his voice was soft thunder. Perch whimpered, and his asshole flexed. "What brought you in here, slut?"

"I...I'm not..."

"Don't even pretend," the big black horse said, gripping the end of Perch's erection in a statement and then pushing it aside. "You're here for one thing and one thing only." He pulled his own clothes off, and as each piece fell, Perch's gulps grew drier and his cock grew wetter. The black stallion was perfect, flawless. A mountain of muscle, and a dick like a dream. Perch needed it more than he'd ever needed anything.

The black stallion waved a finger, and Perch felt someone thud to his knees behind him, and a long stallion tongue slap against his anus. He moaned; he couldn't help it. It was his erogenous zone. The entire thing. He'd so often wished he had a pussy back there instead, for men to finger and lick and fuck...but an ass worked too. The unseen stallion's sloppy tonguework made his moans loud and frequent, and the horses around him chuckled. They were all naked now, he saw; a ring of dripping stallion cocks, black and white and pink, all waiting their turn.

Bucephalus stepped forward, and pressed his flare to Perch's mouth. "Clean my tool, slut," he rumbled. "I don't like to break in a new filly with a dirty cock." Perch moaned and sucked the stallion's flare for all he was worth, swallowing every drop of pre and trying not to faint from the throbbing pleasure in his rear.

The tongue behind him fell away, and was replaced with another. Then another. Four, five, six stallions rimmed him while he sucked the black stallion's cock - and then his present was pulled away, and the big male walked behind him.

"That should have you ready enough," he grunted, and Perch had barely a second before he felt the cock at his well-loosened hole...and then driving inside. He couldn't help himself; he screamed in pleasure. That just made the stallion fuck harder. The young horse swayed as the stranger fucked him, as merciless as any cock that had ever taken him. He didn't say anything, just huffed and snorted - and bellowed when he came, his member throbbing inside Perch and flooding him with cum. Then he pulled out, and walked back around, sweat now shimmering on his body.

"Alright," he panted. "One down."

Perch heard another horse step up behind him, and his shock melted into ecstasy as another horsecock slid inside him. The black stallion lowered himself to his knees and took Perch's muzzle in his hand.

"You know what you came here for," he murmured. "So you're going to get it. From every single stallion in here. There's twenty eight of us in tonight." He let that sink in. "And most don't take a whole night to recharge, either..."

He chuckled as he stood back up and shoved his cum-slickened cock back into Perch's mouth. "Hope you didn't make other plans," he said with a smirk, then sighed as he sank deeper into the stallion's pretty mouth.