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**A Rough End to a Rough Day

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: NxPaqu**

Elias slammed the door to his apartment shut with quite a bit more force than was necessary. No doubt the nosey neighbor from down the hall would send a complaint to the office, which would only add to his headache later, but he didn't really care at the moment. He was two hours late getting home from work due to "technical difficulties" on an already pain-in-the-ass project hooking up a set of new servers. His antlers had managed to get tangled in the cords that his partner on the job had "forgotten" to tie back properly, resulting in the whole set having to be removed, untangled, sorted, and replugged, which had put back their setup quite a bit. And since none of the wires had been labeled, he'd had to trace back every single one to figure out where they were supposed to go afterwards. And then the config files had been absolute garbage...

He heaved a sigh of repressed rage and frustration, pulling free the tie his corporate masters insisted he wear, despite the fact that the vast majority of IT personnel were no longer required to dress up like that. No matter how much he argued against it, the dress code was stuck as it had been for the last 50 years. His button-up shirt followed it, along with the undershirt beneath it after he managed to wrangle it over his rack. Those large points may attract many bucks and does, but they could be an absolute hazard to clothing and anything else around him unless he took great care between spring and fall.

He kicked off the stupid dress shoes he was forced to wear as he stomped towards his bedroom, not caring if he scuffed the shine. They were pointless to begin with. He could just as easily give his hooves a polish. Then came the slacks and his underwear, leaving him in nothing but his fur, and he flopped onto the bed with another long sigh, this time of relief. At least he was done with the day and the week and wouldn't have to worry about any more bs until Monday...

Unfortunately, his frustration was such that his normal methods of relaxation weren't working out. Nothing on tv or stream interested him, playing games only heightened his frustration since he couldn't concentrate enough to play well, and even porn wasn't doing enough to get his mind off of things. But... he did have something that might do the job. It was a recent purchase, only just arrived, and he hadn't had time to test it out yet. It was called the best on the market, the most technologically advanced machine of its type, with an learning program that would customize itself to your preferences over time: the Penetron-3000!

He hadn't ready the manual yet, but it was supposed to be so advanced that it was almost idiotproof. He was well aware of the old adage that the universe would always make a new idiot, but he didn't think of himself as one. So he mounted the bench, face down, fit his knees onto the adjustable rests, took hold of the handlebar-like grips towards the front, and pressed the trigger buttons to start it up.

"Thank you for purchasing the Penetron-3000," it chimed in a pleasant, androgenous voice, "the last self-stimulator that you will ever need. Please specify gender."

"Male," the buck responded.

"Please wait while adjustments are made."

The grips and knee rests shifted a bit, the pad his body rested on shaping to fit his torso better. It did make it more comfortable, but Elias had expected it to take a bit less time than five whole minutes.

"Please specify preferred gender preferences."

"Don't care," he huffed in response, grinding his teeth.

"Please specify experience level and size preferences."

"I DON'T CARE! Just fuck me up, damnit!"

It paused for a moment, apparently processing his statement, then chimed, "Maximum settings applied. Please specify-"

"I DON'T CARE! Just get on with it!"

It paused again, and he was about to get up to take a look at the manual even though he knew that would ruin his mood even further, but a set of restraints suddenly shot out to wrap around his wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees, locking him into place.

"What-" he began, but this time he was cut off.

An absolutely massive horse cock dildo rose out of the front on a retractable arm to plug his mouth all the way to the back of his throat, and he felt something of similar size pressing firmly against his rump. His eyes widened in shock. He struggled against the restraints, but they were quite firm, and his position gave him no leverage. He felt something snuggle up against his sheath before a sudden suction quite literally pulled his cock out and to full erection, the vacuum tube pulling blood into it with a painful speed.

"Beginning program, preferences accepted and set," the machine advised him, and he let out a muffled cry of protest.

Unfortunately, with his muzzle gagged by the equine dildo, he couldn't very well tell it to abort much less anything else. Fortunately, on the other hand, the machine had built in safeties to prevent the universe's better idiot from accidentally killing himself with the damn thing on his first try. His groan of dissent was entirely muted when the faux-phallus at his front end pressed forward into his throat while the one at the other end spat a glob of warm, slimy fluid onto him before pressing forward just as insistently. He had taken some reasonably large cocks before, especially some exceptionally pleasant canine knots, but never something that wide all the way down, and his tailhole was putting up some resistance.

Unfortunately, yet again, the machine had an answer for that. The flared head of the cock pressing against his rump suddenly slimmed down, letting it pop right in before returning to its proper shape inside him and sinking in so far that his guts began to cramp. The one sliding into his throat kept on coming as well, and he was sure the tip was poking into his stomach by the time its wide base pressed against the velvet of his nose, his jaws stretched so wide that they ached. He was surprised that he could still breathe with something that large completely filling his throat, but he was somehow being fed a nice stream of cool fresh air despite that.

Then they began to pull back, and he felt a moment of relief until the machine chimed again. "Penetration test completed."

That was only a test? he had time to think before the program really got started.

The dildos slammed into him hard enough that he would be surprised not to end up bleeding, though the copious amounts of cumlube they gushed into him probably helped to prevent that. They drew back again, until the flared heads were situated just inside his rear entrance and just inside his throat, then slammed in again. They retreated once more, faster this time, then in again, and he felt tears leaking down his cheeks from the pain of the pounding thrusts. It grew faster and faster, and he knew he would be raw and burning if not for the lube. And if not for the lube, it might also have kept hurting.

Instead, the thick shaft in his rear started actually feeling good, pressing as it was against his prostate. That allowed him to start paying attention to the suction on his own long, much thinner shaft, along with the vibration that the vacuum tube was providing. He started focusing on that, letting the two cocks that were spitroasting him fade into more of a complimentary melody as they began to alternate their ins and outs. It was like a really good foursome, though he had never been a size queen, being used from both ends while still being paid attention to.

He could feel himself getting close, and a sudden slight shock to his prostate sent him rocketing over the edge, filling the tube around his cock with every ounce of spunk that his balls contained, and still the horse-shaped dildoes continued. His sensitive, twitching shaft was kept rock hard and giving smaller spurts of cum with every thrust, which the attached tube greedily sucked down. He was driven to a second and then a third orgasm, his mind becoming fogged and groggy, before he finally felt the two mechanical cocks plunge deep into him to gush out a simulated horse-sized load that filled his stomach and bowels.

They pulled back at last, and he let his head lie against the mounting pad as he panted, cumlube leaking from both ends, and his own cock still twitching and quivering, giving spasmodic jerks as it tried to find yet more to spit out. He had nothing left to give, but the machine had thankfully stopped sucking and vibrating. He had never been fucked that hard in his life, and... well, he definitely hadn't expected to like it but be damned if it wasn't the best ride he'd ever had.

"Rest period ended," the machine told him, before slapping the cock right back into his muzzle. "Remaining time, 36 hours and 25 minutes."

He let out another unintelligible shout as it began pounding into him once more. It was going to be a very long weekend.

The End