Racehorse's Secret - Part 2

Griff had always known he was gonna rape his little brother one day.

Back when Griff was a teen, he'd play video games with his brother on the TV, sitting on the couch while his brother lay on his tummy on the carpet in front of him. And Griff would alternate paying attention to the TV with staring at those chubby little ass cheeks inside tight-fitting shorts, or sometimes skimpy briefs, totally oblivious to the dark thoughts racing through his older brother's mind. While Davie innocently wiggled his little butt back and forth, his big brother would fantasise about splitting it open with his cock, making his bro scream and cry with pain and fear while he savagely pounded his little hole and wrenched backwards on his brother's hair.

It was more than lust or attraction. It was a... kind of hatred. A desire to see his brother hurt. In pain. Scared and afraid. It had been there for as long as he could remember, and yet, Griff still didn't quite understand why he felt this way.

He looked at other siblings and found their relationships confusing. He could never comprehend why someone would choose to hang out with a stupid, snotty little brat. Little kids were annoyances and burdens and little else. Insufferable cunts you were obligated to put up with because you didn't have a choice. And because of the way they dragged down everyone around them...

They... deserved pain.

That was why their parents' death was a strange kind of blessing.

Because nothing turned him on more than the sound of his brother's desperately hopeless sobbing as he mourned their dead parents. He'd hear Davie screaming and crying in distress, and his cock would stir and leak. He'd even try to memorise the sounds of his brother's devastated moans and wails so he could insert them into his rape fantasies. He wanted to make his brother make those noises.

He wanted him to suffer.

He always knew he was going to make him suffer one day.

But he never thought it would look quite as awesome as this.

His hips smacked against his brother's tiny ass with fury, so hard that his slams jolted the little brat's entire body forward each time. As his older brother impaled him on his dick, Davie screamed until his voice gave out, and after that, he moaned helplessly, crying for his dead parents to help him. For someone, anyone, to help put an end to his torture.

Because Griff was fucking him against Ace's body. Against the racehorse's stomach, specifically. And making sure he was completely aware of the horror of his situation. Because the more his little brother suffered... fuck, the better his cock felt.

"Can you hear that, Davie?" the older fox grunted, still pounding away, thrusting hard to squish his little brother's face against the wriggling bulge inside Ace's stomach. "That's the sound of Oliver, mmm, getting digested by stomach acid. He's dying in there, little bro. He's... fucking... dying".

There was a loud gurgling grumble from within Ace's gut as it melted down the otter. Shapeless lumps pressed through the horse's dark fur as Oliver struggled to escape, at times pressing against Davie's wailing face. While at first it had been easy enough to make out the shape of a foot, or hand, or even the otter's skull through the stallion's stomach, the shapes had progressively become duller... smoother... softer.

"Do you think having your skin melted away hurts?" Griff laughed darkly. "Mmmmnnghh... Do you think it's scary for him in there? Knowing that you're being eaten and there's nothing you can do to stop it? Fuck... yeah..."

The horse was standing there quite happily after letting off his heavy load thanks to slurping a struggling kid up his ass. He had his head turned around to watch the show with what looked like curiosity as far as the older fox could tell. Griff looked at his new feral friend with a wide grin across his own face, while he slammed his little brother as hard and as fast as he possibly could, letting out a lifetime of resentment and frustration on his underage ass. The little fucker's ring was impossibly tight around his thick rocket, and it stretched obscenely around his shaft to the point that it looked like Griff was gonna rip him right open. But it didn't. His brother's butt stayed intact -- a perfect, hot, tight hole for him to use. Those fuzzy cheeks were so soft and bouncy against his slamming hips. And Davie was so fucking loud in his distress and fear.

It was just like he'd always dreamt of.

He could feel his cock throbbing urgently deep inside his brother's body, so he grabbed a handful of the little fox's hair and smushed his face deep into the horse's guts -- mushy and bumpy with pieces of otter kid -- floating, possibly detached by now. "Davie... your best buddy's getting churned down into horse shit..." he groaned, smacking their bodies together. "And I'm sure it was as, mmmmm, painful as it was scary. But don't worry. I think he's, ugh, fucking... dead... now!" And when his little brother wailed in heartbreaking distress from losing yet another person he cared about, the fox crammed his fat knot inside his brother's tight hole, burying himself balls deep into the terrified child, his entire body shivering with pleasure as his second load of the night coated his brother's insides. He smushed Davie's head into the horse's stomach so hard the little cunt wouldn't be able to breathe, forcing his brother to feel his dead friend's bones and body parts melt away against his face, as the older fox emptied his balls and groaned his heart out.

It took minutes after his orgasm finished for Griff's knot to subside enough to push his brother off his rod. He shoved his despair-weakened little brother forward, letting him fall face-first into hay on the ground, feeling no trickle of affection or sensitivity towards him at all. In fact, his used a footpaw to roll the sobbing brat onto his back, and grinned as he saw a pair of deadened eyes staring back up at him, the fur around them still glued back by horse jizz from earlier.

Then he angled his softening cock down at the boy's face and smiled peacefully, relaxing all of his muscles, and letting out a stream of piss. Davie choked and sputtered on his urine as Griff made sure to aim it straight at his eyes, nose and mouth, sliding his footpaw onto the boy's neck to pin him to the ground so he couldn't escape what he deserved. As the older fox relieved himself all over his little brother, his grin widened. His brother sobbed and begged him to stop, but Griff's only regret was that he hadn't done this to him earlier.

He was surprised by Ace's head nuzzling his back and neck from behind, and he broke into a laugh, reaching a hand up to stroke the stallion's muzzle while the last of his piss trickled from his dick. "I've got a feeling you enjoyed this as much as I did, big guy".

The horse nickered happily, licking at the fox's face.

But as fun as this had been, Griff knew nothing would compare to the bliss of knowing that, when he stepped out the barn door tonight, he'd never have to see his brother again. He'd be rid of him once and for all. And he'd finally be free.

He picked the rope back up, and tied his brother's arms and legs together so tightly he could hardly move at all.

And then he waited, sitting against the wall with Davie propped up next to him, humming happily to himself while his brother sniffled and whimpered. The kit no longer begged to go home, or asked him to stop what he was doing. Finally, it seemed, Davie had learnt that he wasn't dealing with a... normal person -- someone who could be swayed by emotion or mercy. Those parts of Griff's brain simply didn't exist. And something much, much darker sat in their place.

Ace casually clopped around the stall, nibbling on some hay, and occasionally wandering over to affectionately nibble at the adult fox, who would always give him a nice kiss and rub on his muzzle.

When the stallion suddenly broke the silence of the night by letting out a huge, long, wet fart, Griff knew it was time.

He jumped up and dragged his kid brother across the stall floor, casually dumping the tied-up bundle on the ground behind the horse's rear while Ace stood there munching on some hay. "Phew, fucking hell", Griff chuckled, wrinkling his nose and waving a paw through the air in front of his face. "Your little friend is _not _smelling too good on the way out". He left his brother in place while he wandered back to sit down against the wall and watch the show.

Davie stared over at his little brother with wide, petrified eyes, wet from his undying tears, his lower lip trembling. And then, quite hilariously, and much to Griff's enjoyment, while the brothers were staring at each other, a huge chunk of semi-sloppy horse shit landed right on top of Davie's head and exploded all across his face.

Griff fell backwards against the wall, clutching his chest as he howled with laughter. Davie screamed in horror, but not for long, because that was a horrible mistake. An even bigger ball of manure landed partly in his open mouth, and the kid's disgust reflexes kicked in violently -- suddenly the kid was shaking his head furiously, spraying liquid brown from between his lips and gasping for air.

"What, don't you like the taste of your dead friend?" Griff cackled, grinning ecstatically.

The kit's body was trembling uncontrollably in fear as his little eyes stared up at a huge mound of shit slowly making its way out of the horse's asshole. "B-b-bro... please", he groaned pathetically. "Help me..."

Griff shook his head calmly, his mind already entirely made up about Davie's fate. Not that he didn't enjoy hearing, and ignoring, his desperate pleas. "Oh, Davie", he sighed with a smile. "You've had this coming for a long time. I'll let you in on a little secret".

Then he leant forward towards his brother, looking into his sweet scared eyes. Judging by the tremendous ball of shit on the verge of falling from the racehorse's anus, it was likely the last time he'd ever need to put up with seeing his bro's stupid face.

And in a hushed voice, the older fox said, "I want you to die. And I want you to suffer while it happens. Because I fucking hate you, and I always have".

While Davie's face sunk with hopeless realisation that he'd been completely betrayed by his big brother, the one person in his life he was meant to be able to depend on, Griff smiled silently in return. He continued smiling at that heartbroken little face right up until the huge chunk of shit finally fell through the air and splattered all over the kid's head, so big and thick it covered every inch of Davie's face and sloughed down his head onto the ground. The cub's body wriggled hard with intense despair, but his head was now firmly stuck in place by the horse shit either side of his skull.

Griff giggled happily. "Looks like the big horsie put your dumb bitch of a friend to good use. Ate him down and absorbed what was useful. Little otter's gonna fuel his muscles and help him win the next race". He nibbled his lip as he eyed the huge black stallion's ass in anticipation. "But the rest of him... That's got a real good purpose too".

That fat chunk seemed to release the floodgates inside Ace's growling guts. A thick stream of liquid shit poured out of his hole down straight onto Davie's face. As the otter's recently digested body piled up around the cub's skull, the fox let out a horrified scream that expanded in a bubble through some of the filthy mess around his mouth before bursting. A vague outline of the inside of his mouth was briefly visible through the brown slop before more shit cascaded between his lips and plugged them shut.

"Ugh... fuck it", Griff sighed, standing up. His cock was achingly hard, and he couldn't deny giving it what it wanted anymore. He leant back against the wall and stroked it furiously, feeling a pleasurable sense of relaxation and relief through his entire body as he watched his brother die in an unbelievably hot and horrific way.

The disgusting mound grew around the fox's head and wobbled around slightly as Davie struggled to break free, but more and more shit kept falling down on top of it. Oliver had been a chubby little cunt, after all, and he made for a big meal and a big dump. Soon the mountain of shit was so big around the fox's face that Davie's squirming body didn't cause it to budge at all, and all he could do was wiggle his body around while he choked and drowned in the digested remains of his best friend's body.

The shit kept piling up... and Davie's squirms grew weaker. Griff, fully capable of grabbing both of his little brother's legs and tugging him out to safety to save his life, stood there, beating his rod, groaning with lust.

His little brother's foot paws slapped and scraped against the stall floor. And then Davie's struggled slowed to a slight wiggle back and forth. And then his body simply shivered and twitched against the floor. And then...

Nothing.

"Ugghh, yesssssss!" Griff groaned, shooting his third load so hard that his white spurts soared through the air and splattered against the brown stinking mound that had killed his little brother. His whole body tensed up hard as pleasure flooded his muscles, and he gritted his teeth, panting hard -- the knowledge that his little cunt bro was finally dead intensifying his orgasm many times over. He'd finally fucking done it. And the method was no less than what the bitch deserved.

Griff left his brother's dead body under the pile of shit. It... kind of made him happy to think about disrespecting Davie's corpse in that way, letting it simply go cold under a heap of stinking horse shit. Ace's owner seemed to know how to get rid of corpses, anyway, so it could be his fuckin problem. It's not like the dog would go to the police -- he wouldn't want the authorities snooping around after all the little boys who'd lost their sweet young lives here.

The fox gave his equine partner-in-snuff a kiss on the nose and a loving rub. "Thanks for your help, big guy", he said with a grin. "Maybe I'll bring you another treat one day, huh? Some real young, tight kid".

And then he left, alone, humming quietly as he wandered back to his car through the grass, feeling lighter and happier than he ever had in his entire life.