Lucky's Pleasure

Lucky loved fucking, hurting, and killing kids.

He wasn't like most other pedophiles. He wasn't some socially inept loser who fantasised about groping little boys' junk. And he wasn't some gross old pervert who had demented beliefs about children deserving to be molested. The horse knew exactly what he was. He was an attractive, confident, and charismatic stallion, and he had the looks and strength and intelligence to get whatever he wanted in life. It just so happened that the thing he wanted most was to rape, abuse, and snuff out little lights. And he also knew fully well that children were innocent and pure little souls with their entire lives ahead of them. Thing was, he simply didn't give a fuck. His cock's pleasure was more important than their lives. Than them.

And, in fact, when he killed children, his total awareness of the utter wastefulness of the act only made it all the better.

He was looking forward to wasting Henry.

The young hyena had done a good job of learning Lucky's rules. After all, his punishments for breaking them had been severe.

Never wear any clothes, and make no attempt to ever cover yourself up. Or be beaten.

Always sit between Lucky's legs, facing him, so that whenever he wants to, the horse can stick his thick flared cock into your mouth. Or be beaten.

Never flinch or withdraw or complain or ask to go home. Or you'll be thrown over the couch or bed or whatever else is nearby and have your ass whipped so hard you'll scream until your voice gives out and then be punched with closed fists until you want to die.

Over the several months since his kidnapping, Henry been shaped into the perfect toy. The light had faded from his eyes, and the hope had dwindled from his soul. The young boy was quiet, obedient, and completely dead inside. He had learnt to follow the horse's every command without question, or he knew he would pay a price. And it had been so much fun breaking him through emotional manipulation and endless abuse and repeated rapings -- causing him to believe his brother didn't love him and had actually asked Lucky to take him away, smacking him across the face at random times without warning so he could never feel calm or safe, and splitting apart those sweet little cheeks with Lucky's huge horse cock.

But... the journey had been so much more enjoyable than the destination. Now when Lucky raped the preteen yeen, Henry didn't struggle anymore. He just lay there and took it. When Lucky taunted him about his family not loving him, the kid was just silent. And though Lucky constantly pushed the boundaries of Henry's abuse, the little cub rarely cried anymore. He was completely and utterly broken... and the breaking was always the most enjoyable part.

Lucky had grown bored.

So one morning, without so much as a second thought, he casually decided it was time to end his little toy's life.

He sat down on the couch with a gallon of water beside him, naked and musky because he rarely showered when he had a little licky tongue machine living with him. With his fat cock flopped between his thighs and over the edge of the couch cushion, he lay back and relaxed, watching TV, while gulping down water. Like every other day, Henry sat where he belonged -- between the horse's legs, staring straight ahead into nothingness, a dark bruise on his cheek from where Lucky had punched him two days ago, his lips open slightly as he expected that big dick to get shoved into his mouth at any second.

Lucky didn't start with that. Instead he grabbed the boy's hair and tugged his head forward, smushing his cute, solemn little face against his saggy, hairy, stinking ball sack. He didn't need to hold the kid there, because Henry knew better by now. The hyena nuzzled the horse's balls with his face, licking at his swollen orbs his wet little tongue, breathing in his ball funk, while the horse smiled serenely to himself.

He'd just finished off his huge drink when he wiped his lips with the back of his wrist. He looked down at his stomach to see it bulging, and smirked to himself in anticipation. Turning his eyes to the kidnapped child, he said plainly, "Do you wanna go home, Henry?"

The hyena was still and silent, probably wracking his tortured little brain to figure out which answer would please his captor.

Lucky nudged the kid's head backwards so he could look down at the deep, hollow eyes, seeing his own smiling reflection in them. "Just answer honestly. I wanna know. Do you want to go home? Be with your brother again?"

The boy's face was emotionless as he stared back. "Yes, sir".

Heh, he still got a kick out of hearing a child talk like that. It wasn't quite fun enough to keep him alive, though. "Well, I've decided I'm bored of you", the horse said.

"Sorry, sir".

The horse smirked. "Oh, it was always going to happen. You're just boring in general".

"Sorry, sir".

Lucky shrugged. "Eh. I'm going to let you go home".

The little yeen was silent as they stared at each other. Henry's naivety, of course, had been raped out of him man times over by now. He didn't reply.

"As long as you can pass one task for me, I'll let you go home. I promise, alright?"

Henry nodded slowly. "Yes sir".

"And you believe me, don't you?"

"Yes sir", the kid replied. Whether he actually did was another matter. That was part of the reason Lucky had grown tired of him.

"Well, I'm gonna put my cock in your mouth", Lucky said, his grin growing. "And if you can survive the next hour, I'll let you go home".

Fear flickered across the boy's face at the word 'survive', but he still nodded obediently.

"Good boy", Lucky said in a dark voice, rubbing his own stomach, swollen with a full gallon of brewing piss, noticing how his own fur stretched obscenely to accommodate the sheer quantity of liquid inside of him.

Poor little bitch had no chance.

Half an hour of cock-sucking from a lifeless kid later, and Lucky's gut was aching for release. Before he opened the floodgates, though, he looked down at Henry's blank eyes and wondered if he'd stirred a sense of hope inside of the boy. If the cub genuinely believed he had a chance at freedom, this would be more fun, after all. But sadly, it was hard to tell. Henry sucked the big horse dick like any other day, everything about his young face lifeless and dull. Lucky had perhaps done too good a job of crushing his sweet young soul.

There was still something hot about that in itself -- knowing that he'd abused the very will to live out of some poor sweet cub. But either way, the horse would still squeeze some enjoyment out of the little bitch in his final moments. Survival reflexes never let him down, no matter how severely he'd ruined a victim.

With a hand holding Henry's head in place as he relaxed his muscles, the only warning he gave was a relieved sigh.

A forceful stream of piss gushed down his long, semi-hard cock, filling the boy's mouth and bulging out his cheeks in an instant. But Lucky's fat flared cock head stopped it all from rushing back out again, as it blocked the boy's lips and left his river of piss with only one way to go -- down Henry's little throat.

The hyena's body trembled as he choked, tears welling up in his eyes from the strain of having hot piss forced down inside of him. He'd drunk the horse's urine before -- whenever Lucky didn't want to get out of bed at night, or walk to the bathroom from the couch, or any other time he felt like it, but never as sudden and heavy as this. The horse's bladder was straining for relief from its discomfort, and as Lucky tensed his lower muscles, his cock slit widened even further to accommodate the raging river rushing through it.

He looked down to see the child's throat gulping frantically, struggling to keep up with his relentless flow, and grinned. "You'll have to do better than that, bitch", he chuckled, pulling the kid's head deeper onto his cock so his flare was plugging the entrance to Henry's throat and relieving himself straight down the tight tube. "We're just getting started".

The hyena's skinny little body heaved desperately as he choked for air, the hot stream so fast and heavy that he couldn't swallow fast enough, which meant he couldn't control where the liquid went. With piss filling not just his stomach but spraying into his lungs as well, his little paws smacked up against the horse's hand holding his head in place and tried to push it away to free himself -- something that would normally earn him a very violent pounding.

It was good to see some life return to the little fucker for once. Struggling wouldn't do him any good, but it sure turned Lucky on.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhh", the horse sighed happily, gripping the boy's hair hard with one hand, and slowly rubbing circles around his slowly dwindling stomach with the other. "Feels so good..."

Henry smacked his little paws against Lucky's thick thighs, and contorted his body around to brace his legs against the couch and push. But the stallion held him in place firmly, grinning as Henry fought against his strong grasp, and started to stretch the boy's throat out with his cock, forcing his long fat gushing snake down the neck. He could see his fat flare bulging through the boy's throat fur, and he chuckled to himself.

"Mmmmmmmmmm... boy, it just doesn't stop, does it?"

The yeen's eyes streamed with tears now, and his whole body was shuddering violently. Lucky hadn't realised until now, but as he leant forward to readjust himself, he saw that the kid's stomach was stretched and bloated to what looked like its limit -- unfortunately for the cub, Lucky was only half-finished.

He pissed, and pissed, and kept on pissing.

It all seemed to go downhill from there.

Henry's struggles crossed a precipice and started to weaken. Instead of push and pulling, his little paws gripped the horse's hand helplessly instead, occasionally slipping down and smacking against his little body before he tried again -- and each time, his grasp was a little less strong. The boy's entire body tensed up as he tried to push himself away from the couch using his legs with the height of his strength, but after one big final attempt, he didn't seem quite able to summon the power to try again. Instead, his legs kicked and scrambled against the carpet, and they started to slow too.

All the while, Henry's stomach bulged impossibly and agonisingly bigger until he looked like he was not only pregnant, but carrying triplets to full-term. Lucky laughed to himself as he had no doubt the kid's organs had ruptured from the volume of piss coursing through them, and he imagined the kid's lungs utterly drenched in his urine, gasping for air but only soaking up more and more of his endless hot stream.

The young hyena looked up at him with pleading eyes, and it was a look that made Lucky's cock throb and his balls twitch. Those sweet little eyes that had been dead for so long were exploding with fear right now, and he could see desperate desire to cling to life sparkling through them, begging the horse to please just let him go so he could avoid the endless darkness, even if it meant clinging to this miserable, worthless existence in service of the stallion's fat schlong.

"Drown in my piss", Lucky groaned, staring hungrily back into those sweet desperate dying eyes and licking his lips. Gripping Henry's hair tightly, he plunged his streaming cock all the way down the boy's neck. As he sensed the boy's strength fading all around his rod, his cock throbbed and hardened, but not enough to stem its flow.

And he held his cock there, mercilessly deep, as he watched the light slowly slip from Henry's young sparkling eyes forever. The boy's struggles faded, his legs buckled, the movements of his body slowed, and his hands fell limply down his sides. But the very last thing to go were his eyes. They stared up at his captor until the very last second, pleading, begging, trickling with hope that the horse might show him mercy and return him to the brother he loved, to grow up, and live out the rest of his life in peace and safety, free from pain and suffering, and find happiness once more.

Lucky moaned with pleasure, grinning wildly and drinking down the stupid bitch's hope while his monstrous pissing cock throbbed with pleasure, watching those pleading eyes slowly lose focus and drift to the side until they were staring into absolute nothingness and the cub's body was finally completely still.

"Ughh... fuck yeah..." Lucky sighed, closing his eyes peacefully and resting his head back against the couch as he finished relieving himself inside the dead child.

Afterwards, he placed both of his big strong hands around the boy's skull and slowly jerked his deadly cock off using the boy's tight and warm but lifeless throat. With a loud, satisfied groan, and pulling Henry's face so far forward it smushed against his musky nuts, he blew the last of many heavy loads down Henry's neck, adding thick spurts of white seed to the kid's piss-swollen insides.* * *As Lucky drove across overpass on top of a highway on his way to the ocean where he'd been planning to get rid of Henry's piss-pregnant body... he had a wicked idea. He pulled his car to a stop right in the middle of the overpass, and jumped out of his car, feeling the brisk night wind ruffle his fur. Standing behind his trunk, he checked no cars were on the horizon of the overpass before popping his trunk open and lifting the dead, swollen boy out.

He looked down at the highway from the railing. Though it was late at night, many cars and trucks still passed by below -- people on their way home from shifts at work or fun nights out.

With a grunt, Lucky hoisted Henry's bloated body up with both arms and held it out over the railing, grinning darkly to himself.