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“All right, what can ya tell me about this guy?" the big bay horse asked.

“Uh, he's a monkey. He's got light brown fur. Here — this is his profile pic," the gorilla said.

“Hmm. Smaller'n I expected."

“What's that supposed to mean?"

“Nothin'. Just thought he'd be bigger."

“Yeah, real funny. I've known this dude for years, all right? How the fuck was I supposed to know he was gonna... drug me and — and —"

“Fair, fair. Just don't wanna get in the middle of a... whatchamacallit — a lovers' quarrel."

“A lovers' quarrel? Fuck you, man, we're not — I'm not —“

“Easy. Just lettin' ya know how I do things. Ya got the money?"

“Yeah. Half now, half when the job's done, right? Here."

“Thank ya kindly — yessir. ...Forty, sixty, eighty, five hundred. All right, looks like we got ourselves a deal."

“When will it happen?"

“Depends. Ya want in on this? 'Cause it'll cost ya."

“I said I'm not —“

“Easy, easy. Just makin' sure. Some folks just need a little extra encouragement, 'sall."

“No desire to participate. Zero. None. But I have one condition."

“Yeah?"

“I want to be there when it happens."

...

The monkey was exactly where the gorilla thought he would be. He was sitting on the same bar stool as the last time he had seen him, the night when...

Something about the monkey's carefree air infuriated the gorilla. It felt unfair. Ever since that night, he had been a mess -- drinking too much, sleeping too little.

At least something good had come of his extended bender: He had met the horse. Late one night, drunk and crying, he had spilled his guts to the only other person in the bar about how the monkey had drugged and raped him two nights in a row; the second night, the monkey had cuffed him to a chair and forced him to watch as he fucked himself on his cock.

The horse had sat there, listening patiently, and then spoken the words that instantly sobered the gorilla up: "I think I can help ya."

The horse had handed the gorilla his contact information, and during a less drunk but just as emotional follow-up conversation the next day, they had laid their plans. Now they were here, back in the bar that the gorilla hadn't set foot in since that night, ready to get even.

The monkey seemed in no rush to set their plan in motion, however. He chatted with just about anyone who approached the bar, a big grin on his face, acting like the proud owner of the place.

They watched it all from a booth in the back of the room, the gorilla using the horse's bulk — and and old hooded sweatshirt — to shield himself from view.

After enduring about half an hour of seething silence, the horse lumbered over to the bar to pick up a couple of beers. He kept them coming steadily.

By beer number three, the gorilla felt the alcohol blunt his edge somewhat.

The horse reached inside his leather jacket and pulled out a small pill bottle. He popped off the cap, turned it sideways, and tapped it until a small, blue pill fell into the palm of his callused hand.

“What's that?" the gorilla asked, frowning at the horse as he gulped the pill down.

“Just a little somethin' for yer friend," the horse said, squeezing his crotch.

The gorilla wrinkled his nose.

The horse laughed.

...

The announcement of last call rang out across the bar. Several of the remaining patrons stumbled forward to order one more round. The horse and the gorilla, meanwhile, headed outside.

Once out on the sidewalk, the horse glanced down into the alley next to the bar. It was deserted. He nodded once to himself and then leaned up against the wall next to the door of the bar. He lit a cigarette.

The gorilla was amazed by how calm the horse appeared. The big man looked as though he were simply enjoying the crisp night air while waiting for a taxi; he, however, though his heart might stop whenever the door to the bar flew open and another drunk stumbled out into the dark. With his hood pulled up, he felt as though he were wearing blinders.

Finally the monkey stepped outside, his light brown, almost golden fur glowing in the light of the lamp above the door. He looked at them briefly, bounced on the balls of his feet, and then started off in the other direction.

"Hey, man, ya got a light?" the horse asked.

The monkey spun around deftly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metal lighter, which he held up for the horse.

The gorilla stepped out from behind the horse.

The monkey caught sight of the gorilla, and a look of realization flashed across his face. He opened his mouth to speak —

The horse grabbed him by the shirt, lifted him effortlessly from the ground, and threw him deep into the alley.

The monkey twisted around in midair but landed hard on his face in the dirt.

The horse followed, determination in his gait. “Watch the street," he barked at the gorilla, who brought up the rear with a nervous glance over his shoulder.

The monkey attempted to push himself up, but the horse was already on him. His massive hand closing around the monkey's neck, the horse shoved the monkey's face against the ground as though forcing him to kowtow to an unseen superior. With his other hand, the horse yanked the monkey's pants down to his bent knees, exposing his rear.

“What are you — wait, no!" the monkey shouted.

The horse kneeled down with a grunt, pinning the monkey's legs to the ground with his own. Ignoring the monkey's tail as it flailed around like a whip, the horse popped open the button at his waist and let his pants drop.

The gorilla stood rooted to the dirt. In the dim light of the alley, he could just make out several inches of dark, thick, leathery flesh spilling from the horse's sheath. The smell of it made the gorilla to swallow involuntarily — it reminded him of the family farm.

“I understand there's been some kind of a disagreement 'tween you and my friend here," the horse said, like a policeman about to present a driver with incontrovertible evidence that he had been speeding. “I'm here to, ah, mediate."

The horse's cock continued to drop from his sheath and swell with blood as he spoke. The gorilla measured it with his gaze, feeling queasy at the sight of it.

“Isn't that right?" the horse said.

The gorilla jumped in response to being addressed. Feeling as though the horse was sucking up all the available authority and confidence in the air around them, he could merely nod. He swallowed in an attempt to clear the constriction in his throat.

The monkey twisted in the dirt until his gaze located the gorilla.

“Please don't do this — please!" the monkey cried, his eyes shining with tears. “I — I have money! I have —“

“I don't think yer buddy here wants yer money," the horse said. He looked over at the gorilla. “Or do ya? If you wanna change yer mind, now's about the time." He grabbed his semi-erect cock by the base and slapped it against the monkey's crack. The sound bounced off the brick walls of the buildings around them.

“I — I don't want your money," the gorilla said haltingly. He wanted to say something else, something impactful, something that explained the confusion and doubt and self-loathing that he had felt ever since the monkey had tied him to a chair and had his way with his cock, but the sight of the horse kneeling behind the struggling monkey, his now arm-length cock hovering threateningly close to the monkey's hole, intimidated him, driving the words from his mind. His vision seemed to be narrowing to a point, and he was certain it wasn't because of the beer.

“Ya heard the man," the horse said. He cleared his throat, leaned forward, and deposited a wad of spit in the monkey's crack.

The gorilla grimaced in disgust. He turned his head slightly as though to look away, but his gaze remained glued to the horse's cock. The scene in front of him reminded him of how male animals back on the farm would sometimes mount one another in a display of dominance. But this was no mere display.

The monkey yelped in fear as he felt the horse's spit hit bare skin. He tried to pull himself free, but the horse easily held him still with one hand, the other taking aim with his cock.

The horse brought his hips forward, pressing the flared head of his cock against the monkey's crack. Despite the pill he had taken earlier, he wasn't fully hard, and his cock bent as he maintained the pressure, waiting for the monkey's body to yield.

The gorilla waited as well, his face frozen in fearful anticipation. His heart pounded against his rib cage.

“Please, sir," the monkey said to the horse. “Please don't — please don't put that thing inside me! I've never taken a horse! It's too big! I ca— ah!" The volume of the his cries suddenly spiked.

The gorilla felt his heart skip a beat. He moved closer to where the horse was hunched over the monkey, his stomach tightening as he realized that he could no longer see the horse's flare — it must have popped inside the monkey's ass, he thought excitedly.

The horse grunted and stepped forward on his knees, attempting to force himself deeper. The horse's cock stretched the flesh of the monkey's crack inward as its progress slowed.

The gorilla watched the two bodies in front of him as they engaged in a kind of grotesque tug of war. Then the horse moved his hips, changing his angle of attack, and the monkey, trembling with the effort of denying him, with a gasp conceded another inch.

“Yeah, fuck him!" the gorilla said, surprised by the eagerness in his own voice. He threw a fearful glance toward the mouth of the alley, worried that his voice had carried to the street. If someone caught him in this situation, what would they think?

“That's the plan," the horse said with a chuckle. He flexed the muscles in his ass as he drove himself forward, drawing new wails of protest from the monkey.

"Please...!" the monkey said weakly, reaching blindly behind his back to stop the horse.

The horse gathered up the monkey's wrists in the hand that wasn't pinning the man to the ground by the neck and forced them against his upper back.

"Ya feel that?" the horse asked, looking down at the back of the monkey's head. He clenched his left hand. "That's my hand around yer neck." He clenched his right hand. "That's my hand pinnin' yer hands behind yer back. And that... is my cock in yer ass." He moved his hips, and then let out a snort. "Part of it, anyway. Face it — ya ain't goin' nowhere, so save yer breath. Feel free to keep strugglin', though."

Whatever was in that pill the horse had popped back in the bar seemed to be kicking in, the gorilla thought. The horse was breathing heavily, his nostrils flared, and his cock looked as hard as a rod of black steel.

The horse had reached a part of his cock that featured a thicker ring of flesh and, without hesitating, squeezed it inside the monkey, who groaned in defeat. Only the thickest part of the horse's cock remained, and he seemed to be determined to make it all fit, the gorilla thought fearfully.

The scene dissolved in front of the gorilla as he was assaulted by the memory of his own cock effortlessly slipping in and out the monkey's ass. The horse was putting him to shame. The monkey was stretching and straining to handle his girth, grunting and panting in response to the horse's every movement.

While he was plenty satisfied with his own package, the gorilla felt his face burn when he thought what his cock would look like next to the horse's.

A pair of grunts brought his attention back to the alley, and he shook his head to clear the vision from his mind.

The horse seemed to have bottomed out. Try as he might to fit another fraction of an inch inside the monkey, he seemed to be butting up against something deep, deep inside him.

"Shame," the horse said. He looked up at the gorilla. "Ya want next? I reckon ya might be able to take it all, and ya look 'bout ready to give it a shot."

The gorilla felt his face go red. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm not —" he began.

The horse laughed again, cutting him off. “All right, more for this guy!" he said. “Hey, do us both a favor, would ya? Arch yer back. Might make this more enjoyable for ya." The horse didn't wait for the monkey to acquiesce, but pressed down on his lower back, forcing him to angle his hips.

With his victim in position, the horse relaxed his hold around the monkey's neck and, after waiting a second to make sure that he wouldn't bolt, grabbed him firmly by the hips. “Hope you're comf'terble, 'cause here we go."

The gorilla felt as though the bottom had fallen out of his stomach. Each panicky second in that alley seemed to have lasted a lifetime, yet the horse hadn't even properly begun to fuck the monkey.

The horse began to pull his cock out, which to the gorilla looked like it took just as much effort as inserting it. The monkey let out a long, shuddering moan that sounded like it wasn't fueled entirely by pain.

The gorilla watched with a frown on his face, unable to fully grasp the concept of what was happening in front of him. When the monkey had forced him to fuck him, there had been brief moments that even he had found pleasurable — even he could admit that. But why would anyone submit themselves to being on the receiving end? What was the point?

The gorilla felt hot around the collar. He lowered his hood, but then, scared of being recognized, quickly pulled it back up.

The horse was fucking the monkey with less resistance now, the gorilla noted. He would pull his cock out to the point where just the flared head remained inside the monkey's ass and then lean forward, sighing in satisfaction whenever the ring at the midpoint slipped inside.

The gorilla occasionally caught a glimpse of the monkey's flaccid cock, wiggling uselessly between his legs to the rhythm set by the vastly superior specimen pumping in and out of his ass. At what point did it become enjoyable for the monkey? Did it ever?

The gorilla wasn't sure how long he let the thoughts spiral in his mind as he watched the horse fuck the monkey. He kept his hands firmly planted in the front pocket of his hoodie, scared by what might happen if he let them wander elsewhere.

“Where d'ya want me to cum?" the horse said a long time later.

The gorilla waited for the monkey to give an answer, but he didn't.

“Goin' to need an answer pretty soon!" the horse said in a strained voice.

“W-what?" the gorilla said, gripped by a strange feeling of performance anxiety as he realized the horse was talking to him. “The — uh — the face!" he said, unsure of why.

The horse pulled his cock out of the monkey's ass with a loud squelching sound. Working quickly, he flipped the limp form of the monkey over on his back, and then started working his hard, slick length with both hands.

The monkey blinked, his eyes struggling to focus in the dark. Gradually he became aware of the cock pointed at his face like a loaded gun. He threw up his hands —

The horse suppressed a roar as the first blast of cum exploded from his cock, painting the monkey from chest to forehead.

The gorilla watched wide-eyed as the horse shot another jet of cum, then another, then another, drenching the monkey, who choked and gagged as he tried to shield his face. It looked as though the horse was making an effort of aiming his blasts to coat as much of the monkey's face as possible in cum.

When the rate and volume his emissions began to slow, the horse leaned forward, ensuring that even the last few drops that he squeezed out landed on the monkey's face. He stood up with some difficulty to admire his work, his softening cock bobbing in front of him.

The gorilla looked down at the wretched form of the monkey on the ground, his face splattered with cum, his pants still around his knees.

He expected to feel something — vindication, perhaps. Instead he felt nothing.

...

"...Forty, sixty, eighty, five hunn'erd," the horse said, counting out the money. He folded the stack of bills and held them out.

The monkey took the money with a smile. "Pleasure doing business with you as always, old friend," he said. "Did he suspect anything?"

"Don't think so," the horse said. "You were pretty convincin'. 'Never taken a horse' my ass... Besides, I gave him somethin' else to think about." He grabbed his crotch.

"Is that so?" the monkey said, scratching his chin in interesting. "Thank you for confirming my suspicion."

"Yessir. Shoulda seen'm. Invitin' me in while he went to go look for the money. Askin' me if I wanted a drink. Bein' all nervous. Pretty soon he was hangin' from my neck while I plowed his ass."

"Impressive. Your skills of persuasion rival even my own. How did he do?"

"Ah, ya know, virgins," the horse said, shrugging. "He started gettin' the hang of it the second time 'round. Still couldn't take all of me, though."

"He probably just needs practice."

"Agreed."

"You should invite me over next time. I could give him some pointers."

The horse made a noise that suggested he might consider it. "I may want this'n all to myself," he said. "But if you've got any more work for me, we might be able to work somethin' out."

"Sounds good."

"Good deal. Be seein' ya, Sonny."

They grinned, shook hands, and walked their separate ways.

The monkey, thoroughly satisfied, carved another imaginary notch into the bedpost in his mind.