Stuffing The Stallion

Some dumb comedy was playing on the television in front of him, but Duke wasn't paying much attention to it. Sitting on the living room couch nuzzling his boyfriend Dasher, the blue shark sighed happily. He ran his fingers through the ferret's thick hair, and smiled as he listened to Dasher's happy whimpers. Things weren't always easy going here on the farm with his brother and father, to say the least. But right now, with the small cute red-blue ferret snuggled up inside one of his arms and Dasher's head resting against his chest, Duke was feeling peaceful.

At least... he was, until he heard the front door opening and closing behind him, followed by heavy footsteps approaching the couch. Duke let out a quiet sigh. He could smell the heady body odour of his father even before he heard him, and he knew some kind of hassle was headed his way.

"The fuck are ya doin, Duke?" Barry growled in a deep voice as he stomped in front of the TV, easily eclipsing the screen with his massive body. He must have been doing some kind of work outside, because the too-small shirt he was wearing that barely covered his huge gut was soaked with sweat.

"Just taking a break, Dad", the young shark groaned. He squeezed Dasher's arm as means of an apology for his father interrupting their sweet time together. It wasn't the first time this had happened, either. It was starting to make Duke feel bad. It was Dasher's first time staying at Duke's house on the farm and meeting his family, and they were rarely able to spend any time together without one of the shark's family members interrupting them with some angry demand or rude remark directed towards the smaller shark. At least both Tex and Barry only ever snapped at Duke. As far as Duke could tell, they were always friendly towards Dasher, which was something, at least.

Barry angrily snorted air through his nostrils. "Didn't I tell ya to weed the lawn?"

"I did. I just finished", the smaller shark huffed. "So I was--"

The big shark crossed his muscle-bulging arms over his fat chest. "Finished?" he laughed bitterly. "There's more weeds than grass out there, son. Are ya fuckin blind?"

"There are a _lot _of weeds, Dad", Duke sighed. "I did the best I could".

Barry shook his head, looking down at his son with a glare of disappointment, just narrowly baring a row of his sharp white teeth. Sweat dripped from his overhanging gut onto the carpet, and Duke curled his nose up at the sight.

What was wrong with his father? Didn't the old man know that not everyone wanted to see his big fat hulking stinking body? He felt bad for Dasher being subjected to the sight. He could sense the ferret's discomfort -- wide eyes glued to Barry, sweating slightly himself, shifting restlessly in his seat. Dasher was obviously uncomfortable, and Duke cringed. He was getting sick of this, and he snapped, "Are you gonna stand there all day?"

Barry stepped forward and smacked his son across the head.

Duke recoiled, holding a hand against his throbbing cheek. "What the fuck, Dad!"

"You're a fuckin adult now, son", the huge shark growled. "So act like it. If ya wanna stay here on my farm, ya make yourself fuckin useful. Ya don't hear your older brother complaining, do ya?"

"I was just out there for two hours in the sun picking--"

Barry's eyes darkened and he leant forward to look into Duke's eyes. "Go clean the barn. Now", he said bluntly. Despite his serious tone, there was a hint of a smile across his face.

Duke frowned. "Fine", he said tiredly, giving up. There was no winning this, or any, fight with his father. Sometimes he could have sworn that the old shark actually enjoyed picking on him.

Looking pleased with himself, Barry stomped off down the hallway. Duke sighed and stood up, looking down at the slender ferret on the couch below him, whose eyes were still lingering on Barry as the big shark walked away. "Sorry about that", Duke said, scratching his neck with embarrassment. "I dunno what his deal is sometimes, but it's probably less hassle if I just do what he says. You can stay here if you want, or if you wanted to come with me to the barn--"

Dasher glanced up at him, opening his mouth a few times before he mumbled, "Oh, uhhm... actually, I think Tex mentioned he could use my help with... something. So, I might go check on him?" The ferret finished by offering a smile up at his boyfriend.

Duke raised an eyebrow. That was weird. Slender, soft, and feminine, his little boyfriend didn't exactly have a body designed for manual labour, so he couldn't imagine what his big built older brother had in mind for him. But it was so nice of Dasher to want to try to help out anyway. His boyfriend was always so kind and thoughtful. Just another reason why Duke loved him.

As the left the house together, Duke saw his older brother to their right, tossing some firewood on top of a pile. Shirtless, again. Duke rolled his eyes. In the few days his boyfriend had been staying here, he couldn't remember seeing his brother wearing a shirt once. It wasn't even _that _hot. Sometimes his family made no fuckin sense.

Tex noticed the two boyfriends and smirked in their direction, gesturing the ferret over with a nod of his head.

"Well, good luck with that arrogant jerk", Duke said.

"I... uhh... think I'll be okay", was all Dasher said, nibbling his lip as he plodded off towards the more muscular shark, tail twirling playfully between his legs.

Duke couldn't help but glance down at the ferret's round bouncing ass as he walked off, and he smiled secretly to himself. Damn, he was lucky. He couldn't wait to break that boy in one day.

The shark worked his way through the barn, making sure each animal had enough food and water and cleaning out each stall as he went. When he arrived at the last one he erupted into a big smile. He always liked to save his favourite for last -- the horse he called his own. "Hey big guy", he said warmly, as he ducked into the stall. Coltyn the brown and white splotched horse instantly recognised his owner's voice and whinnied happily, turning around to dance towards him and clop happily on the spot as it nuzzled his face. "Aw, I missed you too!" the shark chuckled, kissing the stallion on the nose and stroking his face.

Born when Duke was only eight years old, Coltyn had taken an instant liking to the shark, and they'd been together ever since. He was unusually affectionate for a big and vigorous stallion, and loved to follow him around when he was working outside. In that way, Coltyn was probably the best friend Duke had here on the farm. He might have been an animal, but he wasn't volatile and brash like his family members could so often be. Duke had a photo of him as a child with Coltyn sitting on his bedside table, but none of him and his family, if that was any sign. The same photo hanged in a frame on the wall in Coltyn's stall.

As Duke went about cleaning the stall and giving Coltyn some more food, the horse playfully nudged him around with his head, whickering happily. A horse this size easily knocked the shark around, and Duke stood up laughing, "Ya big silly thing! What're you doin?" He gave the stallion a rough scratch and tickle around its chest, and Coltyn wiggled his head around nickering.

"Could ask ya the same thing", said a deep, serious voice from the stall entrance. It caught Duke so off-guard that he jumped.

"Fucking hell, Dad", he gasped.

"Working hard, huh?" Barry said. His face was shadowed, but Duke could easily imagine the angry scowl he'd seen so many times before.

Duke sighed. "I was just... Ugh, nevermind". There was no point having this argument again. He finished cleaning the stall under his father's eyes and kissed Coltyn on the nose before leaving. He was half-expecting his father to follow him and continue breathing down his neck, but thankfully the older shark stayed in the barn.

He wandered back over to his older brother in search of his boyfriend, but Dasher was nowhere in sight. Tex was hunched over a pile of wood, breathing hard, gripping a log tightly, as Duke approached. The smaller shark frowned curiously as he eyed his big brother. "Uhh, you alright?"

Tex chuckled darkly. "Mmhmmmm", was all that he said, barely raising his head to acknowledge him.

Duke shrugged. "Well, be careful taking a break today. Dad's on the warpath or something. Dunno what his deal is..." The shark glanced around. "Have you seen Dash anywhere?"

Tex gradually raised his head to look up at him, the corners of his lips twitching in a growing smile, the powerful muscles across his shirtless chest and stomach jerking unsteadily. "Dunno..." Tex grunted slowly. "Must've found somethin' more... mmmmngh... fun to do than hang out with you... gguh".

Duke rolled his eyes. "Yeah, real funny".

"Who said I was tryna' be funny?" his brother said bluntly, his whole body shivering as he let out a quiet sigh.

The smaller shark shook his head, confused, and turned away. He figured he could text Dasher to find out where the cute little ferret had gotten to, but as he patted his pockets, he swore quietly to himself. He didn't have his phone. It must have fallen out of his pants while he was cleaning the barn. He trudged back over there, leaving Tex and the weird noises he was making behind.

Duke opened the barn door and slipped inside, but paused when he heard noises from the back of the barn. He recognised the sound of Coltyn whinnying and neighing happily, and at first, Duke wondered if Coltyn was excited because he'd been able to hear his owner returning. But as the shark walked closer, there were other noises too... deep grunts, and wet slapping and squelching sounds.

He crept closer until he peeked over the stall door... and froze. A horrified gasp caught in his throat.

He saw his father standing in the stall, butt-naked, throwing his immense weight back and forth as he slam-fucked Duke's horse, grunting and groaning in pleasure. Barry's mammoth muscles bulged through his thick layers of fat as he thrust into the feral horse's ass hard and fast, huge butt cheeks clenching every time he rammed his cock forward, strong arms swelling with his strength as he manhandled the stallion's rear back and forth against his hips, moaning, "Ugghh! Guhhhh! Mnnngh! Fuccck!"

Duke's lips quivered, his eyes wide with shock. His fists tightened around the stall door with anger but it was swallowed up by the gross feeling rising in his gut and he couldn't bring himself to move an inch or speak a word. He didn't know what to do at all. He couldn't believe he'd stumbled in upon his own father raping his beloved horse.

But... to his own disgust, he couldn't even bring himself to decide that _rape _was the right word for what his father was doing. He'd known Coltyn for over a decade, and he knew every sign of the horse's emotions intimately. He knew when the stallion was hungry, thirsty, frustrated, sad, lonely, or happy... and the noises Duke was hearing now made him feel... sick.

The horse thrashed his head around and stumbled clumsily to steady himself against the massive shark daddy's powerful thrusts, but he wasn't pulling away. He kept pushing his rear back against Barry's monstrous pole, eyes rolled back in his skull, tongue hanging and drooling from his open mouth. He was panting and snorting and neighing wildly. Noises of pleasure and bliss. And as if it wasn't obvious enough at that point, the horse's huge pole was fully erect, thudding against its muscular stomach with rapid throbs, sending thick spurts of musky equine precum drooling onto the stall floor into a big wet puddle. As horrible as it was, it was undeniable. Barry was fucking his son's horse silly with his huge dick, and Coltyn was loving it.

As loud as Coltyn's pleasure was, Barry's was even louder. He wasn't holding back as he sunk his thick fleshy grey rod into the horse's huge donut over and over, stretching the dark asshole around his greasy meat. "Fuck yeaah!" he groaned loudly. "This is what ya needed, isn't it, boy? This is how ya take care of a fuckin horse!"

Coltyn nickered breathlessly, stumbling in the stall against Barry's powerful thrusts until his huge body thudded against the wall, knocking the framed photo of Duke and Coltyn onto the floor. It didn't sit there for more than a few seconds before one of Coltyn's hooves smashed it to pieces as the stallion struggled to maintain his balance and angle the huge cock deeper into his guts.

"I bet my son's never made ya this happy, uggggh... fuuuuuccckk!"

Duke slumped over the stall door, his legs entirely weak as all the energy left his body... even as his cock throbbed shamefully inside his underwear. He didn't know whether it was the sight of what was happening -- his father's unbelievably massive penis sinking into the horse's asshole, with huge greasy hanging melon-like balls thudding against the horse's own low nuts between Barry's legs, and below that, Coltyn's throbbing cock leaking like a hose -- or whether it was the overwhelming scents of their masculine musk mixing together and smacking Duke in the face as his sweaty father had rough and intense sex with the horse. Either way, Duke blushed intensely. He hated that a part of him couldn't turn away.

"Daddy owns you, boy..." Barry moaned breathlessly, his thrusts growing harder and less steady. "Gonna dump a huge load in you... mmmmmgghh! You're... daddy's... fuckin... cocksleeve now... ugggggggghhhhh!"

Barry's huge body tensed as he slammed his hips forward and let out a huge pleasured roar. His fat testicles tightened in his sack and his ass clenched powerfully as thick cum gushed so hard from his pole it sprayed from the horse's donut-like asshole and dribbled down between their hot sweaty bodies. The shark daddy shivered and groaned as he came helplessly, but he didn't stop thrusting -- his hips smacking against the horse's ass, making increasingly loud sloppy noises as cum spurted between their bodies.

"Let it out, boy... uughhhh", the shark daddy breathed heavily, rubbing the horse's backside lovingly with his broad hands as he fucked the horse's guts deeply. "I can feel you tightening around me, mmmmmm... That's it... Let Daddy take care of you..."

The stallion threw its head back, stumbling awkwardly, grunting and groaning in ways Duke had never heard before, when suddenly its flared head gushed with a heavy stream of cum so thick and hard it was like Coltyn was pissing horse semen. The entire stall instantly filled with the scent of the horse's cum, and Barry laughed triumphantly. "Yeaaaahhhh! Good... boy... ugghhhhh!"

Barry spent the rest of his lengthy orgasm thrusting and grinding against the horse's ass and rubbing his flank, before finally, he stepped backwards. His gargantuan cock slid from the horse's weakly flexing asshole, followed by a torrent of cum, and it swung down between his legs, hanging heavily in the air, twitching occasionally and still drooling with cock juice.

"Fuck... that was good", the shark daddy panted. "So fuckin good, mmmmngh!" He stepped forward to give Coltyn a rub on the neck, and the horse nuzzled the huge shark's body, licking some of the sweat from his pecs. "Heheh, turned ya into a thirsty slut, did I?" he chuckled.

Only then did Barry lock eyes with his son. To the smaller shark's surprise, his father barely acknowledged him at all as he plodded towards the gate to leave the stall, basically pushing Duke out of the way when he didn't move. Did Barry not care that Duke had caught him? Or... did he want Duke to catch him?

The older shark retrieved a pile of his clothes from outside another stall and casually started dressing.

"D-Dad..." Duke stuttered, his eyes watery. "What the fuck?"

Barry finished dressing, and then looked at his son with cold eyes. A smirk appeared across his face and he bared both rows of his sharp teeth. "What?" he said with a shrug. "I was takin' a break". Then he turned and left, pausing as he walked to look over his shoulder and grunt, "Clean that up, will ya?" He chuckled as he left through the door.

Duke took a deep breath, flopping his body over the stall door, frowning as he looked at the horrible stinking mess his father and his horse had made together. As if it couldn't get any worse, he caught a glimmer of something shiny in the huge puddle of horse semen right in the middle of the stall.

"Oh fucking hell, really?" he groaned. At least now he knew where his phone was. He reluctantly plodded into the stall where Coltyn was still standing -- the horse facing away from him and eating some of the hay he'd left there earlier. "I'm sorry, big guy", the shark sighed. "I shouldn't have let him do that to you". He placed a hand on the stallion's flank and rubbed him soothingly.

He received a sudden kick to the gut and fell backwards, landing in a wet puddle of his father's spooge, groaning and gasping for air.

"Coltyn! What the hell? It's me..." the shark said in a wounded tone.

The stallion didn't turn around. It simply kept munching away.

Duke's heart sank. He looked down at the broken frame that had once held the photo of him and his horse, and wondered with sudden dread whether Coltyn really was _his _anymore.