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Perks of the position

part 2

Winston strolled into the 'Over a barrel' tavern, the tall regal looking Stag glancing around the place slowly. Seeing a lot of work a day Draft horse's, along with plenty of Donkey's and other none Equines. Bulls, Goats, Sheep, even a few Deer along with a number of predators Canines mostly. Noting that it was very much on the low rent side, not that Winston was bothered by that very much. When he had been younger, the Deer had been in a lot of places like this... as they were the only ones he could afford. Luckily he'd gotten work very quickly, soon being placed in training for the kind of position he now had. When Carson had become famous and wealthy, he had sent away to the capital city looking for servants. And Winston had been sent out here by one of the race Horse's noble born relatives, and had been working in Carson's home every since. The older Stag smirked as he saw Kurt waving to him from a back table, the young highborn Horse was sitting there with his friend Terry. Both of them looking very much out of place, it was hard for Winston to decide which one of them looked more uncomfortable. Strolling over to the table, Winston pulled out a chair before sitting down at the table with the two rich young Stallions.

"Hello uncle Winny." Kurt greeted the older Stag, as Winston sat down and leaned back in his chair. Smiling at the two younger males, while gesturing for a waitress to come over. Winston paid for a beer, watching the big female draft Horse shapely ass as she strolled off to get his drink.

"Hello my boi... where is that Donkey friend of yours... I was wanting to speak with him." The hefty old Stag couldn't help noticing Terry flinch at that question, and the old Deer suddenly had a good idea of where the mare might be. But waited for the answer, the young highborn Horse starring down at the table top as he answered.

"Mick is upstairs with my filly Maisy at the moment... he... he should be about finished by now." Winston flashed Terry a fatherly smile, placing one hand on the young noble born Horse's shoulder. Looking deep into the plainly humiliated young Horse's eyes, as Terry whimpered a little under his breath. Obviously very much ashamed of the fact he was being cuckolded by the homely young Donkey.

"Having a Mule bred into her... good for you shows that you are a real go getter. All the best Stallion's are having their mares Donkey bred these days." Winston consoled with a sneer, even as his words made a couple of middle aged Donkey's sitting nearby roar with derisive laughter. The waitress trotted over with his drink, pausing to look the hefty older Stags fine clothing over for a moment. Pausing Winston took a long drink from his beer, smiling and winking at the big waitress as she strolled past him.

"Let me know if you want... anything else handsome." She nickered sexily, winking at him before she moved off to a crowded table across the room.

"Oh I certainly will..." Winston called as he watched her trot off, turning his attention back to the young Stallions. Noticing Terry's eyes sweep up the stairs, Winston followed his gaze spotting the smirking young Donkey swaggering down them. As the older Stag watched the potbellied young Jackass swayed over to the table, pausing to flash Terry a gloating grin. The young smirking Donkey reeking of mare pussy, plainly he had enjoyed his time with the young Horse's girlfriend.

"You'd best go get yer girl cleaned up..." The young Donkey snickered, fondling the bulge in his plainly brand new trousers. The young upstart Jack dressed in the best off the rack clothing money could buy him, Winston made a mental note to introduce the young fella to his own tailor. "Before someone else spots her layin' there and takes a turn in that sweet pussy. Heh." Terry practically leaped out of his chair, trotting off quickly to find the room his girlfriend was laying exhausted in. Looking over at the old Stag, Mick let that wide smile slowly fade from his muzzle.

"Ahem so Mick Uncle Winny would like to talk to you a bit." The slender highborn young Stallion blurted, as the small Donkey looked over at his coldly for a minute. It was obvious the young Donkey was thinking Kurt had went running off to Winston to tattle, and that the Stag was here to threaten him or something like that.

"Why aint you out in the alley earning me coin... like Tunny?" The young Jack snapped pointing towards the back of the tavern, Kurt stood up at once struggling to resist running off. As he struggle to explain to the Donkey why he was still there, while Winston just sat there watching it all with obvious delight.

"I was just waiting here to... to... that is Uncle Winny wanted me to introduce him to you." Kurt babbled while looking down submissively, kind of hopping from one hoof to the other nervously. "Mick this in Uncle Winn... Errr Winston, and... and this is Mick Uncle Winny." The young highborn Stallion stammered, as a huge Mule dressed in a scorched leather apron gestured to him from across the tavern. "Ahem... I... I've got to be going!" Kurt grunted hurrying off, Winston heard the big Mule snort that he had the silver to pay for that sissy mareboi tail hole this time. Even as he guided Kurt out of the taverns back door, and into the narrow alley behind the seedy bar.

"So... Uncle Winny." The young Donkey said that, with as much loathing and disrespect as he could load into the tone of his voice. "What's it going to be... you goin' to threaten to go to the constable, because I got that cunt doing what he was born to do! Or are you looking to pay me off to leave the highborn bitch alone? Because that aint gunna be cheap... that highborn whore is making me a lot of silver." Winston couldn't help smiling at the tone of pride in the young Donkey's voice, as he talked about having the noble young Horse whoring himself out for Mick's benefit. The young Donkey suddenly looking leery, as he spotted the huge grin spread across the old Stags muzzle. Mick starting to get the idea Winston wasn't there to threaten him, as the older male clapped a friendly hand on the younger males shoulder.

"Haha... no.. no nothing like that." Winston chuckled softly, as he took another long drink of his beer. "After I heard Kurt talking about you, I just wanted to meet a young male, who was so entrepreneurial in nature." Winston congratulated with a grin, even as he watched Terry half carry his girlfriend down the stairs. The young highborn Mare certainly looked exhausted, however there was a wide smile on her pretty lip's. As Terry swiftly dragged her out of the tavern, past grinning draft Horse's and snickering Donkeys. All of whom were plainly making sport of the two nobles, even as Terry blushed and half cowered in shame at everyone knowing Mick was fucking his girl. "It looks like you gave it to her pretty good..." The old Stag joked gesturing to the retreating highborn couple, while the young Donkey followed his gaze with a leering smirk. It was plain he was enjoying the heck out of fucking a noble born female, while her husband to be was helpless to stop him from doing it.

"Yeah... I've been banging her silly for days now... I gave Terry the same choice as Kurt. He decided to let his girlfriend pay the way, to be honest I was hoping Kurt would do the same. His girl Tammy is much hotter than Maisy, but ol' Kurt would rather take all the dicking himself." The young Donkey chuckled at his own crude joke, looking surprised and pleased when the old Stag joined him.

"Hahaha... well that boi takes after his father a great deal. Which is another reason I wanted to talk to you... I don't know if you've heard..." The old Stag reached into his pocket, taking out his new coin pouch which had once been a very important part of Kurt's father. "The Smith gelded Carson..." Winston dropped that purse on the table in front of Mick, the little Donkey's muzzle twisting up into a massive grin as he picked up the famous Stallion's former nut sack. Holding it up to look at the shape in delight, the coins making the shape look all the more obvious.

"Heh... no shit. And with all them females in the house... Kurt is always going on about all the sisters he's got." The young Donkey subconsciously fondled his own crotch again, as he thought about all those tight highborn pussy's. Just aching for a nice thick Donkey cock to stretch them out all nice and proper like.

"Does he talk about his brothers at all?" Winston as the smirking Donkey, as Mick toyed with that new leather coin pouch in amusement.

"A little mostly crying about the Smith cutting his oldest brother Jessie, that scared the balls right out of that sissy cock sucker." Mick chuckled at the thought of having turned the noble into a whore, just with the threat of having the Smith nut him. "I've seen his other two brothers of course... the younger one will be easy to turn out I bet."

"Daton... yes I'll just bet he will. Haha." Winston laughed loudly, as he watched the young Donkey admiring his new coin pouch. "But I'm here about Jaf the older of the three... it seems that he plans to breed Kurt's sexy little filly himself." The old Stag explained as Mick looked up from admiring that jewel pouch, obviously the young Jack was not liking that knowledge. "Now I'm thinking... it would be so much better if someone more... shall we say deserving put a Mule in her belly." The young Jackass's head snapped up and he looked the older Stag deep in the eyes, as he mulled over that statement.

"A Mule in her belly huh..." Mick asked with a smirk on his thick equine lip's, bouncing the pouch up and down in his fist making the coins jiggle. Plainly he was thinking hard about that, one hand fondling the growing bulge in his trousers.

"Yes... I think you can manage that just fine... if you have the Smith take care of Jaf first." Winston reached over to pluck that pouch of Mick's hands, holding it up in front of the young Jack he shook it.

"Once Dunlup gets it off, you can take Jaf's pouch over to the Tanner... have one of these purses of your own that way." Winston chuckled, as he slipped his new coin pouch back into the pocket of his jacket. "Once Jaf's nuts are off... I figure you could put him to work... And he does have a filly of his own, once he's a gelding she's going to need someone to take care of her just like Kurt's little filly. As for Kurt... he isn't going to be needing his cowardly nuts... so I've already paid Trev the Blacksmiths assistant to take them off." The older Stag explained with a smirk, looking up as Trev came back into the tavern wiping the blood off his gelding knife. Swaggering over to the table, the huge Mule tossed that small fuzzy pouch onto the table. It landed with a 'Thump' , laying there looking just like what it was... the neck of it still tied closed with thin leather cord.

"Hahah... I like the way you do things... Uncle Winny." Mick laughed as he watched Trev stroll over to the bar, smacking the big draft Horse waitress on her wide rump as he past. Reaching over the little Jack picked up that sack, rolling the slippery nuts around inside of it with his fingers. Mick kind of shocked to find those bits still warm, lifting them to his nose the young Jack sniffed. There was no doubt who they had once belonged to, he could smell Kurt's sissy scent all over them. "Heh... ya know with all them sister... maybe they need some Mules fucked into them as well."

"Hahah... well that is going to have to wait, I'm already fucking some Buck's into them." Winston explained, enjoying the look of shock and then admiration on the younger males homely Donkey muzzle. "You know I like you..." Winston chuckled as he looked over the young Jackass over fondly, thinking this young fella really did look a lot like Dunlup. "After you get Jaf sorted out... stop by the house I'll let you help me with getting the last of the girls bred. Just so long as you get it done before their heat pass's, otherwise its gunna be lil' Stags or Doe's in their bellies."

"Oh sure I get that... not sure how I'm gunna get Jaf into the Smithy tho' lots of guys are kinda leery about goin' in there." The young Donkey flashed Winston a gloating smile, as the sat there together sipping beer. "Especially with me... now that the word has gotten around about Tunny losing his stuff because of me."

"Well a guy doesn't have to be in the Smithy to lose his balls..." The older Stag pointed out blandly, toying with the young Horse's severed sack that was laying on the table top. "As Trev just proved with sissy little Kurt, and Dunlup has trained about all of his assistants how to get the job done. So you don't have to take Jaf to Dunlup, Trev the Mule could do it or Merl the Rat... hell I've heard even a couple of geldings have been train to do it." Winston smirked as their waitress came slinking back across the room, pausing at the table she smiled down at the older Stag.

"I'm going off duty... if you need anything you can call Maggie over or just talk to Lothar at the bar." She advised the handsome old Deer, allowing him to rest one hand on her upper thigh. As she watch the Stag's hand rub up and down her leg, moving up to cup one firm equine ass cheek. "Of course..." She paused biting her lower lip gently, as that warm hand fondled and squeezed her ass playfully. "If you'd like to join me up stairs..." The pretty middle aged draft Horse mare took a half step to the side, so that his fingers were rubbing over the bulge of her sex under the fabric of her short skirt. Winston slowly stood up, as his fingers tip's stroked along the soft shape of her tender sex.

"I'd be delighted my dear... just lead the way." Winston answered with a smile, feeling like a truly masterful male with this sexy equine female offering herself to him. Already he could feel dampness against his finger tips, as the big sexy Mare press against his side. Reaching over he collected Kurt's severed sack, holding it up for a moment before slipping it into his jacket pocket. Glancing over at Mick he flashed the young Donkey a bright smile, even as the Jackass looked up at the older Stag in awe. "I did pay for this after all. Anyway... drop by the house once you get that little problem taken care of and I'll see to it you get that reward we discussed." Winston promised with a wink, before allowing himself to be pulled away by the big sexy draft Mare.

**

Jaf kicked the ball hard, sending it rocketing past his buddy and into the goal netting once again. "Hahah... that is twelve for me... damn yer a pussy Dale... and I pounded you good." The highborn young Stallion snorted teasing, to his heavy set buddy even as Dale picked himself up off the ground. Gasping for breath as he hobbled over and picked up the ball, knowing the verbal haranguing that he was about to receive.

"We all pounded that pussy!" Corey snickered, as the other highborn colts joined in ragging on Dale who they always forced to play the goalie. Mostly because he was so bad at it, that scoring against him was so easy it made them all feel like super stars. The fact of the matter was, none of them were good enough to play on the school team.

"Hell yeah... he's easier to score on that yer sister!" Tony snickered tossing a elbow into Corey's ribs, as the other young Stallion threw a arm around his neck. Wrapping him up on a head lock, while the other guys watched them struggle in amusement.

"Hahah... it's funny because it's true." Philip snickered to Jaf, as he joined his best friend in front of the goal. "It's getting too dark to see the ball... so we're going to meet the girls over at the Tavern. You coming along?" Philip knew Jaf's girlfriend was out of town, traveling with her family at the moment.

"Naw... got something's to do at home." Jaf snorted, as he watched Corey and Tony's wrestling match end with the two of the trading gut punches for a moment. Honestly while he liked his friends, most of them turned into unpleasant drunks far too easily. Corey would start hitting on everyone else's girlfriends, Tony would start looking to fight everyone. Philip would get insanely jealous of Corey hitting on his girlfriend, and Dale would get all fawning and handsy with the other guys. It was kind of a common joke with the guys that Dale was an easy date, get a few drinks in him and he'd gladly do about anything for another guy. The tubby young Stallion was supposedly as highborn as the rest of them, but the fat shaggy furred Horse looked like he had some pony blood in him.

"Think I'll go with you Jaf." Dale grunted, as he waddled over from his place guarding the goal to join Jaf and Philip. "I want to stop by and visit grand..." Dale's grandmother lived up on the hill, just a few houses over from Jaf's house. While his father lived in a much more modest house down near the base of the hill, it was even rumored that the noble was going into business like some tradesmen. "That is if you don't mind..."

"Sure thing buddy... you know I love having you around... especially with my girl Mirabel out of town." Jaf taunted drawing some snickers from the other guys, more than one of them had let a drunken Dale give them a hand or muzzlejob. Dale chuckled sounding a little uncomfortable like he always did, he claimed that he could never remember doing anything like that. No one believed him of course, he never drank so much that he was falling over drunk. Hell he had never even past out once, even after the night after the big celebration when the new King was coroneted. Jaf had watched him take three loads in a row in his mouth that night, one of them had been from a common born waiter who was working at the party.

"Hahah... alright well have fun you two." Philip called, as he and the other guys strolled off the field heading down towards the Pub all the young highborn Horse hung out at. Leaving Dale and Jaf to turn towards River street, which they would follow down until that came to Hill street. The two young Stallions strolling along silently for a moment, down by the river there were a lot of commoners on the streets. Which made the two young nobles walk a bit closer together, as they pasted Canines, Felines, draft Horses and Donkeys, Goats and Sheep. As the gas street lamps were being slowly lit, Jaf started to feel a little bad about teasing Dale earlier. And so let his hand drift over to Dale's rump cheek, resting a hand on his friends ass as they trotted along. Slowly the street started to clear, everyone either going off to the Pub or home to their families.

"So how is your Grand doin..." He started to ask, as ahead of them a thin light gray Rat suddenly grabbed what appeared to be a slender young filly. Dragging her roughly into an alleyway, the two young highborn Stallions pausing to glance at each other. Even as they heard a high pitched squeal from down the alleyway, Jaf licked his lip's nervously not wanting to show any fear. "You think if we save her from the Rat... she'll spread her legs for us?" He asked Dale only half jokingly, as the two of them moved up to look into the dark alleyway. Neither young Horse wanting to appear cowardly in front of the other, still the dark alley was intimidating.

"A nasty smelly sewer Rat... she's bound to... Right?" Dale joked back, as the two young Equine's hesitantly headed down the dark twisting passageway... as ahead of them the Rat vanished down the dark alley. Quickly Jaf and Dale followed afterwards, still the Rat and his captive manage to stay ahead of them. Time and time again they turned a corner, only to see that skinny pink Rat tail vanishing around the next corner ahead of them. Twisting and turning dark passages that grew narrow in places, until at last the two young Stallions stood at the top of a stone stairways going down into the ground. Once again they paused, intimidated by the path ahead going down into the underground beneath the city.

"Ummm do you think they went down..." Dale started to question, only to had Jaf punch him savagely in the upper arm. The smaller male staggering away a few steps, clutching his aching arm as he looked back over at the other Horse. "Awwww fuck Jaf..."

"Where the fuck else?" Jaf spat in disgust, doing his best to hide the fear he felt. Just then they heard it loud high pitched squeals... along with the 'Slurp Slap Slurp Slap Slurp' of rutting not that far away. "I know it's hard for you... but don't be a sissy Dale..." The sound making Jaf long equine cock strain at his trousers, the thought of some sexy mare being violated by a Rats of all things driving him crazy.

"Oh god he's fucking her already!" Dale whimpered, plainly shocked at the idea of a Rat raping a high born equine female. The smaller equine looked almost physically ill, as he thought about some pretty filly getting fucked full of Rat cum. Strangely the young highborn male found himself licking his lips, as he followed after Jaf who was moving down the stairs now. Stumbling into the dark tunnel at the base, following the sounds of moaning and fucking as quickly as they could. Ahead they saw light as the sounds grew louder and louder, slowly they edged up to a open doorway. Peeking into the large room beyond, spotting the large gray Rat standing behind a bent over female. Her head and wrists locked into a old wooden pillory, while the lustful Rodent thrust away at her rump eagerly. The two young Horse's exchanged looks, plainly agreeing on what was coming next. The two highborn Stallion's charging into the room, Jaf quickly raced up behind the naked Rat grabbing his shoulder to pull him back. And then shoving him off to one side, sprawling over the straw littered floor roughly. Looking down at the rump he had just pulled the Rat away from, soft, round and sexy however as he looking at it Jaf realized it was a gelding's ass. Spinning away he stood over the sprawled Rodent, feeling both powerful and intensely aroused. Nudging the Rodent ribs hard with the tip of his flinty equine hoof, Jaf listened to the small male groan in pain.

"Stay down Rodent... or you'll get a real beating!" Jaf shouted out loudly... drawing his leg back to kick the Rat even as behind them they heard the door to the room slam shut. The two young highborn males spun in shock, only to see Mick the Donkey and two older draft Horses standing there grinning.

"Well damn... it looks like our trap was a little too good." Mick laughed as Jaf starred at him wild eyed, it was plain that the rich young Stallion knew who he was. "Here I thought we were just going to geld little sissy Kurt's older brother." Dale let out a little sob, edging to the far side of the room away from Jaf. Even as Jaf was looking around wildly for another way out, but there wasn't of course because this was a trap after all.

"Damn at the look on your muzzle bro..." Kurt snickered as he slipped his head and arms out of the pillory, turning around to flash his older brother a smirk. Jaf's jaw dropped open in shock as he saw that the ass the Rat had been fucking belonged to Kurt, his younger brother looking very mare like in those female clothes. "Ya know you were right... being a gelding isn't so bad. Now step on up big bro and put your head and wrists in the pillory." Kurt invited with a chuckle, as Jaf took a involuntary step backwards shaking his head slightly. "Oh come on brother... they'll just force you into it if you don't."

"Do like he sez... things will go easier on you." Mick sneered as he and the two draft Horse's began moving closer, herding Jaf back towards the pillory as they closed in. "We can get you taken care of... and then you can start making money for me. These guys have already paid... so they will be breaking that pretty ass of yours in."

"Easier... like hell!" Merl snarled climbing back to his foot paws, the tall gray Rat quickly grabbed Jaf's balls in a powerful grip. "The bitch kicked me while I was on the ground." The Rodents other paw gripping the young Stallion's long shaggy mane, Jaf tried to struggle and pull away of course. But the Rat had a crushing grip on the young Horse's jewels, the pain of that grip keeping Jaf under control with ease. Merl easily guided him into the pillory, Kurt instantly slamming shut the top even as his older brother begged him not to do it. Smiling at Jaf as he flipping the locking latch, Kurt took a few steps back to look his helpless brother over.

"Ruttin' hell... ya didn't even need us." One of the leering draft Horse snorted, as they watched the Rodent and gelding lock Jaf into the pillory.

"Aint that always the way..." The other big draft Horse snickered, as he clapped a big friendly hand on Merl's back. "Not that I'm complaining... I was expected to get kicked in the shins or in the nuts by that struggling little shit."

"I'll show you now to work the streets... once Mick finishes having you clipped. Him and the guys will break you in good, get you trained in taking cock just like they did to me." Leaning in Kurt kissed his brother's soft round equine nose, Jaf wincing at the scent of Horse cock and cum on his brothers hot breath. A look of utter disgust rolled across Jaf's handsome young muzzle, only to quickly be replaced with outrage.

"Oh my gods... Ohmyfuckin'gods... You Whore... you fucking WHORE!" Jaf screamed at his gelded brother, even as Kurt slipped pasted Mick and draft Horse. "You really are like dad... Carson I mean... a happy brainless gelding whore taking dicks left and right." The trapped Stallion called, even as his sissy brother vanished into the hallway beyond the room. Jaf screamed out a few more curses, until he felt the Rats nimble paws start unbuttoning his trousers. Struggling to look back, however the top of the wooden pillory blocked off everything but the top of the Rats head. "NO... No stop you can't do this!" The young Stallion shouted, even as he felt his trousers and underwear roughly stripped off and tossed aside. The highborn colt clamping his long flowing equine tail down, wiggling and twists his rump back and forth as best he could.

"Don't be a fucking coward!" Mick snarled throwing a savage punch, the Donkeys heavy fist smashing into the side of Jaf's head with a brutal 'Thwack'. The hard blow knocking the struggle noble senseless for a moment, when his came to Jaf could feel the Rats hot hand gripping his sack neck. As leather cords were pulled tightly around his sack neck, the highborn colt tried to kick but his legs had been hobbled... tied to the pillory's wooden frame.

"Get that cord as close to his crotch as you can... I want to have that pouch turned into a money purse." Mick grunted even as he toyed with Jaf's horse cock, which for some strange reason was jutting out stiffly from the young Stallion's crotch. Jaf cringed as he heard that, his long slender equine cock bouncing up and down excitedly. Dribbling and splattering pre-cum all over the rough wooden frame of the pillory holding him in place. Just the thought of some common Donkey carrying his scrotum around as a coin purse, sent a shock of sexual excitement racing through him. "Pull that cord tighter Rett... get one around his dick Dray."

"No... no you can't do that... I refuse to be a commoners trophy." The highborn Colt shouted, surprised as the chubby little Donkey strutted around in front of him. A wicked leering smile on the young Jackass's blunt sneering muzzle, his hand flicking out to slap the protesting Horse across those soft, full lip's. Jaf grunting in pain, as those leather cords are drawn down tight on the delicate flesh of his loins.

"Shut the fuck up geldie..." Jaf's head snapped to one side from that sharp blow, slowly the highborn Colt looked back feeling intensely intimidated. Still his cock was now tensing and straining, harder than it had ever been in his whole young life. As he looked up at the smirking Donkey for a second, before lowering his eyes submissively. Shock to see that thick blunt Donkey dick jutting out nearly as stiffly as his own more modest cock. "You are going to be my whore, and that sack is going to be my coin purse. I'm going to show it to everyone, tell them how I got it and who I got it from. And I'm gunna be pulling Mules in yer girls belly... her and Kurt's girl as well... if yer good I might even let you watch." Mick snorted with a gloating grin, moving over to grip Jaf's head in his hands gently stroking that sleek white fur. "Right now though you need to relax and take a few deep breaths..." The grinning Donkey ordered, watching as the plainly submissive young noble took a few long shuddering breaths. "I'm not going to lie to you..." Mick snickered watching the Horses eyes widen, as he felt the icy cold steel touch his trapped male flesh. "This is going to hurt... most likely a lot more than it would have if you'd not kick Merl while he was laying on the ground. But once he has finished... you're going to have a whole new life." Mick snickered lewdly, watching the terror on Jaf's muzzle twist up into pain at the smirking Rat began his work.

"EEEHEHEHEE!" Jaf screamed out loudly, as that sharp blade stroked across the neck of his fat ball pouch. The razor sharp blade cutting in deeply, but the Rat wasn't pushing hard on the knife. Instead he was letting the sharp edge to the work, while he enjoyed hurting the rich Horse who had hurt him. Slowly he sawed it back through that tough male flesh, cutting deeper the Rat could feel tubes and cords against the edge of his gelding knife. "EEHEHEEE... GODS PLEASE... IT HURTS SOOOOOO MUCH!" The helpless Horse screamed out loudly, his legs trembling weakly as the chuckling Rodent tugged on that hefty sack while stroking the blade through that bleeding flesh again. Drawing more bucking and screaming from the pampered male who had never felt true discomforted in his whole life so far. Jaf glanced over spotting Dale standing with his back to the far wall, watching what was happening in open mouthed horror. And yet his hard male organ was clearly outlined in his trousers, a huge dark damp spot at the tip of it. It was very obvious that Dale was intensely turned on by what was happening, the small shaggy Stallion panting for breath as he watched it all.

"AWWW.. AWWW.. AWWW FUCK!" The young highborn Stallion's body suddenly covered in frothy equine sweat, as the pain from the tugging and cutting on his crotch ached in the core of his belly. Jaf's rock hard cock bouncing up and down wildly, suddenly spewing a massive gush of pearly white cum into the dig on the dirty floor. Millions of sperm that could have sired colts and fillies squirming and writhing in mud, wasted on the filth like so much of the highborn Horse seed was. And then with one last stroke of that sharp blade, the sensations vanished instantly like a orgasm release. Jaf's trembling body sagged exhausted, aware of only a vague throbbing ache between his legs. Jaf feeling the Rat's soft, pink finger slather healing balm over that ragged wound. The pain dulling as Jaf hung there gulping for breath, trying to come to terms his unmaling. Suddenly Mick leaned in close, planting a powerful kiss on the helpless Horse's parted lip's. The Donkey held that kiss for a long moment, and then pulled back smiling down at the helpless noble.

"Yer my gelding now." Jaf glanced up at the smirking Jackass, struggling to say something to his new owner. When he felt the cool wet edge of that gelding knife at the base of his throbbing cock.

"OH GODS HE... HE'S NOT GOING TO CUT MY DICK OFF!" The highborn gelding screamed, knowing full well that was indeed what the angry Rat intended to do. Mick leaned in again, kissing the helpless Horse on his soft round nose. While across the room Dale moaned, suddenly yanking his own stiff organ from his unbuttoned trousers. Stroking it with both hands as he watched Merl flash him a knowing grin, the Rat taking a firm grip on Jaf's pulsing erection as he watched the other Horse jerking off.

"Deep breaths sissy... you brought this on yourself." Mick pointed out, as the young gelding's body jerked from the first slice through his hard fuck muscle. The Rodent working faster this time, not that it was any less painful because of all the nerve endings in that thick rut stick. The helpless highborn Horse screaming and whinnying, shifting from hoof to hoof as the Rat pulled that blade through his cock. Lifting the severed organ away, he handed it off to Mick who teasingly rubbed it over Jaf's muzzle. The Donkey teasing the former Stallion with his own severed fucker, making Jaf kiss it and suckle on it. While Merl went to work on that bloody stump, making sure the desexed Horse didn't bleed out. While Mick replaced that severed cock in Jaf's mouth, with his own fat black Donkey cock. Even as Merl finished working standing up and looked across the room to the still stroking shorter Horse. Sneering as he watched Dale jacking off, plainly very much aroused by having watched Jaf's emasculation.

"You..." Merl growled pointing at Dale, who looked up at the Rat in wide eye fear. "If you don't wanta be next... get over here and suck this cock." Merl snorted waving his own smaller, but still good sized Rodent cock at the plainly frightened Stallion. The tall slender Rat starring the short dumpy Horse down, until Dale slowly edged over towards the grinning Rodent. Looking that fat Rat cock over with wild eyes, licking his lip's nervously as he gasped and gulped for breath. Plainly the high born Horse was repulsed by the idea of sucking a Rodents nasty cock. Yet his fear along with arousal was winning out over his natural disgust and overweening highborn pride.

"PP..P.. Please don't cut my dick off..." Dale stammered meekly, as he sank to his knees in front of the gloating Rat placing his hands on Merl's furry thigh's. The smirking Rat thrust his hip's forwards, pushing that thick Rodent cock against the side of Dales furry muzzle. Watching in delight as Dale winced and half turned away from that wet cock tip's on his furry muzzle. Smearing watery Rat pre-cum on the Colt handsome equine muzzle, scent marking him with pre-cum and the musky scent of Rodent urine. Still it was plain the round belly little Equine didn't want to lose his cock, slowly he twisted that long narrow muzzle around nuzzling that cock head hesitantly with quivering lip's. "Ok... ok... I'll do it. Just don't cut my dick off." The fat little Stallion whimpered weakly, parting his lip's to let that cock head slip between them.

"Ahah... come on Merl just fuck the gelding already." Rett snorted, pawing at the dirt on the floor with one huge draft Horse sized hoof. The huge naked draft Horse plainly eager, to drive his huge hard on into Jaf's highborn gelding pussy.

"Yeah come on... Smith gets first go, so we can't split that ass wide open until you finish enjoying it." Dray pointed out fondling his own huge fucker, although he was also looking at the small shaggy little noble. Clearly like Merl he wouldn't mind playing with and intact little highborn twat, even as he watched Dale turned his head to nuzzle that drooling Rodent cock. "Hahah the little faggot is really doing it!" Both draft Horses roaring with derisive laughter, as they bent over to watch Dale's mouth work over that hefty Rodent fucker.

"Of course he is..." Merl chuckled lustfully, as he watched the small Horse start to suck on his throbbing Rat cock. "All high-borns are cowards at heart... just like their all bullies." The Rat gloated, gripping the younger Horse's pointed ears as he drove his throbbing cock into that submissive mouth. Dales eyes rolling in his head, as he tasted that musky Rodent fucker on his tongue. Spreading slimy pre-cum over that slick, hot equine tongue, while the grinning Rats strong male scent assaulted the Horse's long slotted nostrils. "So how do you like the taste of a sewer Rats cock... It's been up the tail hole of a lot of highborn geldings, and more than a few wealthy Mare's pussies." Merl sneered with delight, feeling the young Stallion's mouth pulling and suckling more and more fawningly. As he spoke about where his fat cock had been, Dale plainly getting more and more turned on by the derisive taunting. Merl watched as the young Horse stroked himself faster, as he knelt there sucking on that throbbing Rodent cock.

"Heh... looks like the little gelding is really getting into it." Rett snorted derisively, joining Merl in fondling the submissive nobles sleek, creamy white fur. Both watching the highborn jack himself off excitedly, sharing a sneer at the eagerness of those equine lip's suckling on Merl's cock.

"Hahah doesn't he tho'." The tall gray Rat snickered, pumping his erection in and out of that muzzle roughly. Looking down into Dale half closed eyes, the Rat pulled his stiff cock out from between those soft fawning lip's. "You ever fucked anyone... mare, filly, gelding?" Merl asked with a smirk, smacking Dales cheeks with that long springy Rat cock.

"Wha... wha..." The fat little highborn Stallion mumbled in shock, his mouth trying to recapture that long pulsing rodent fucker. "No..." Dale squeaked meekly almost defensively, as Merl let him have that throbbing fucker for a half dozen deep thrusts. Yanking it out again as he felt the young Stallion suckling hard again, watching as Dale panted and moaned in loss for awhile. "Never gotten luck with a female... never tried a gelding..." The fat little noble confessed breathlessly, slimy Rodent pre-cum and salvia dribbling over his soft eager lip's. "I... I was going to go to the gelding whore house once... but I chickened out."

"Awww..." Merl snickered lewdly, looking from the fat kneeling Horse over to the helpless Jaf still trapped in the pillory. "Would you like to fuck a gelding?" The Rat asked with a chuckle, looking down into Dales eyes again. Reading that the little noble instantly understood that the Rat was talking about letting him fucking Jaf in the tail hole. "we got a fresh gelding."

"Wait wha... you... you mean you'd let me..." Dale licked his lip's nervously, while starring over at Jaf's rump. The new gelding still holding his tail high and off to the side, exposing his ruined crotch and quivering asshole. The fat little highborn Stallion starring hard at that trembling tail hole,

"Hahah... sure if you'll do a little something for me." Merl laughed derisively, dragging Dale over to the freshly made gelding's ass. "First you need to lick that tail hole... get it good and wet so you can get yer dicket up there." Roughly the Rat shoved Dale's muzzle between those furry ass cheeks, the young highborn Horse gulping in the scent of his buddies pain sweat and tail hole. Jaf male masculine musk was still strong, overlaid by the fear and pain sweat from his own gelding. There was also a coppery smell of blood, that while faint left no doubt his nose was just above the rough wound. Lifting his muzzle up under that hiked tail, Dale felt his sensitive upper lip brush the wrinkly rim of that equine asshole. Jaf whimpered as he felt hot breath wash over his tail hole, the new gelding couldn't do anymore than that. Since he had a fat black Donkey cock pounding softly down his throat, Dale could hear soft gagging sounds coming from his friend. Slowly the fat little noble opening his mouth, letting his wide tongue tip's gently lick over the wrinkled surface of that quivering orifice.

"Yeah that's right... lick that tail hole ya manure eater." Rett snickered, as he watched the little noble lick his buddies butthole more and more lustfully. Playing his long slick tongue over it again and again, feeling his tongue tip rub over the wrinkles of that tail hole. As he slowly worked around the rim, until at last his tongue found the center and began pushing in. A gasp of breath blasted out of Jaf's nostrils, as he felt that hot, wet tongue lick his asshole... worming its way inside of him.

"Yeah... yeah that's it get that hole nice and wet." Merl instructed with a lewd chuckle, as he watched Dale work that asshole with his mouth. Slathering that pink flesh with saliva, as the tall Rat watched in delight as Jaf began to enjoy it. Soon the gelding was pushing his ass back on his friends muzzle, while Dale was happily tongue fucking that soft hole. Both young equine began to gasp and grunt in pleasure received and pleasure given. "Alright stand up... so you can plant that pony pumper in this geldings boi-pussy." Merl ordered dragging the young Horse to his hooves, Dale standing there with his small pony dicklet jutting out stiffly. "Okay... so first off we grip this shaft firmly." The smirking Rat grunted, reaching around the highborn equine's tubby little body and grasping that throbbing erection. Feeling just how stiff and excited the younger Horse really was, even as the Rat guided that wide, blunt cock flare between Jaf's butt cheeks. Playfully rubbing that pulsing organ over the geldings quivering rut hole, that soft orifice gaping open slightly from the tongue fucking Dale had been giving it. "Now for that second bit of help..." Merl lifted Dales long flowing tail, slipping his own hard wet Rodent cock under it. Pushing the pointed tip against the noble born Horses own trembling fuck hole, making Dale squeal in shock as he felt it throbbing hotly on his equine doughnut. "I'm going to be fucking both of you at once..." The tall Rat explained with a lewd grunt, sharing grins with the draft Horses at Dale giving up his tail hole without having to be snipped first. Word would certainly get around about that, especial with the common Horses around town.

"Ohohooh so hard!" The new gelding moaned around that hard Donkey cock in his throat, as Dales fat little cock flare spread his sex lip's wider and wider. "Oho gods please... I've never had anyone up there before." Dale whimpered while being pushed forwards by Merl's hip's, even as the Rats fat fucker sank into his virgin but willing tail hole as the young Horse gasped and gulped for breath. Jaf's inner ring resisting that penetration for a moment, allowing the Rat to push balls deep into Dale's more willing fuck hole. "Ahaha fuck yes!" The fat young Horse moaned as the Rats fat ball's slapping against his sharply, while Dales thick erection punched through that inner ring of muscle to slide smoothly into the geldings pony pussy. Jaf's body jerked and he let out another soft squeal of pain, as his tail hole was stretched for the first time. He was being ass fucked by Dale of all people, Jaf had always half expected his fat little faggot buddy to ask him to pound that sissy tail hole one day.

"I hope yer fat little buddy has some silver..." Mick snickered lewdly, as his heavy ball's slapped against Jaf's soft equine chin. "Because you're my gelding whore boi now... just like yer sissy brother." The hefty little round bellied Donkey snorted, enjoying the way to rich Horse's soft mouth suckled at his throbbing cock. "Heheh of course if he doesn't have the coin... there is another way he can pay." The wicked little Donkey laughed, smirking as he thought about adding to his stable of geldings. "Bet yer enjoying that common Donkey dick... highborn sluts always do. I'm gunna be putting it in yer sisters next... oh and that pretty girlfriend of yours." Mick taunted lustfully, as he watched Merl looked over the young highborn Horse's shoulder. The two of them sharing a delighted smile, while Mick made a little snipping motion with his fingers. While the tall Rat nodded his head slowly, Mick was going to be getting more than one new gelding whore out of this.

"Oho wow... Uhuu fuck... this feels sooooo good... so much better than my hand!" Dale moaned out loudly, as that hard Rodent cock pushed him balls deep into Jaf's squeezing rump hole. Strong young equine hip's bucking, and plunging his throbbing fucker into Jaf's quivering rut hole. While the watching draft Horse's chuckled knowingly, at the virgin nobles reaction to the pleasure of a geldings boi pussy. As Dale pumped back and forth on Merl's hard cock, even while burying his own hard equine fucker in Jaf's trembling orifice. Making his friend grunt and moan breathlessly, around the huge cock that was pounding down his throat savagely. Mick wasn't showing any mercy, forcing his new whore to learn through brutal practice.

Still Dale couldn't deny, that it was intensely arousing to be sharing his gelded friend like this. Reaching down Dale fondled Jaf's empty sheath, and could held giggling about how much of a stallion he was compared to Jaf now. Like the other guys Jaf had made fun of Dale constantly, mostly because of the fat little equines weakness for cock. Now here was Jaf without a cock or balls, sucking cock and taking Dales right up his tail hole. "Who's the faggot cock sucker now Jaf." Dale taunted, remembering how he was talked to by his horny drunken friends as he was giving them the pleasure their dates hadn't. They had taunted and teased him as he did it, and laughed at him behind their hands the next day. "Haha..." The fat little equine chuckled lewd, as he listened to Jaf moaning and sobbing weakly. Dale well aware of the Rat behind him, surprised to find himself not just unbothered, but enjoying the feel of that throbbing rodent cock up his asshole.

Merl wrapped his arms around that tubby equine body, toying with the young noble Horse's hard little male nipples. Just enjoying the pleasure in that moment, watching one highborn asshole fucking another. While he took advantage of them both, Dale's shapely little ass pushing back eagerly onto the Rats pulsing fucker. That equine tail hole eagerly gulping down Merl's fat Rodent fucker, as the Rat ran his pink paws all over that soft creamy equine body. "You tell him fatty." The tall Rat teased his lip's caressing Dales equine ear lobe, as the wealthy noble young Horse panted for breath. His hot breath tickled the fur inside of Dales ear, callused fingers the young Stallion's swaying testicles. "Look at geldie taking that thick Donkey dick... and loving every inch of it. Damn just look at that pretty mouth... sucking on that big hard cock, savoring the musky male taste of them." Merl chortled watching those silky soft lip's stretch out, as the horny Jack in front of Jaf roughly slid his fat fucker out. Before ramming it back home filling the air with lewd sounding 'Slurps', and the sissy gelding's high pitched whinnies. Each thrust making that mouth grow more fawning, on the fat cock that was taking its turn fucking the geldings muzzle. It was a lewd disgust act, the kind of thing good little highborn Stallions were never supposed to do. And yet as Mick crammed his fat cock in and out of Jaf, the pretty noble was sucking on that hard Donkey cock more and more eagerly.

"Gwwwkk." Jaf choked as that thick fucker was push down his throat repeatedly, the highborn Horse unused to deep-throating a hard cock. Jaf tried to move away from that musky Donkey crotch, but no part of him could do so. And the smirking Mick just held his massive cock there as the young Colt's lungs began begging for air.

"Breathe around it geldie." Merl snorted into his pointed equine ear, as the sneering Jack held that hard fucker there suffocating him for a long moment. Finally he rolled his eyes and withdrew it, slapping the equines handsome muzzle with that throbbing fucker as he looked down at Jaf.

"When he pushes his cock down your throat, relax and breathe around it. Swallow it, and then try to breathe in through your nose. You can do it if you try... I've made many highborn horses do it for me." The sewer Rat sneered into his ear, as the wicked Donkey shoved that big black fucker back into the Colts mouth. Almost immediately the helpless Horse felt that mighty cock against the back of his throat. With his head held in place by the pillory, Jaf could offer no resistance to the horny lower class Jackass. Mick chuckled wickedly as he speared down the noble's throat, it went further and further down as Jaf choked and gagged weakly. Until at last the Donkey's huge balls smacked against the Horse's soft chin, and the highborn Equine managed to suck in a tiny bit of air around that throbbing fucker. As the smirking Donkey grasped the sides of his handsome equine muzzle, holding it in place while Mick leaned over the Horses and humped that throat hard.

"Ammm gods... He... he's not very experienced... but FUCK he's enthusiast!" Mick moaned out loudly, making the others gathered around laugh loudly. As they glance over to watch the Jackass rut Jaf's handsome muzzle, as the grinning Rat speared his fat fucker in and out of Dales quivering butt hole. It was plain to the on lookers, that Mick was really enjoying that hot compliant mouth as it became more and more lustfully pleasing. The formerly stuck up highborn Colt, was quickly learning to enjoy his new position as submissive gelding whore boi.

"Damn... looks like he's taking it up the tail hole real good to..." Rett snorted, as he bent over to watch Merl's cock pounding Dales quivering little highborn tail hole lustfully. The big draft Horse watching, as the Rats nimble pink fingers milked Dales balls down into the bottom of that soft nut pouch.

"I do love pounding some butthole." Dray the big draft Horse snorted, watching the fat little noble giving in to the pleasure of anal sex. "Those geldings at the whorehouse always make those same sounds... when I pound their sissy assholes."

"Ohoooo yeah got us a real sissy cunt here." The tall Rodent flashed the draft Horse a knowing smirk, his slender pink paws tugging Dale's firm little orb's down into the bottom of his sack. Reaching over the Rat took a leather cord from Rett's hand, clinching it down around the neck of that jewel pouch... knowing it would make the Colts climax all that much more intense. The young highborn Horse too far gone to even notice, his mind focused on that throbbing Rat cock driving in and out of his butthole. "Yeah... yeah that's it fatty ride that tail hole... fill that gelding slut with yer cum." Merl whispered encouragingly, as he set that wicked hook bladed gelding knife aside. Struggling to hold back himself, so that he could enjoy the muscle contractions cutting the Colt would produce. The young virgin Horse wasn't going to last very long, especially with the way he was rutting and humping so hard.

"Oho gods... oho fuck yeah... I'm so close." Dale squealed out breathlessly, his young hip's bucking and humping wildly into that hot tail hole. Lost in the pleasure of the moment, he failed to notice the draft Horse laughing derisively. Ignored the homely Donkey grinning cruel and eagerly, as he traded looks with Merl over the young Stallion's shoulders. As Dale stabbed his lustful organ into Jaf's squeezing anus, that excited young fucker tensing harder and harder. The young Horse squealing and panting for breath, as his orgasm swiftly built up within his aroused loins. "Ummm fuck... Uhu this feels so good!" Merl felt that soft anus clinch down tighter on his hard cock, noticing those firm young orb's drawing up within their sack. "Oho. Uhu.. Oho... here it cums... WEEHEHEEE!"

"And here it goes." The tall Rats high pitched voice chortled, Dale suddenly aware of those strong fingers tugging down on his nuts. The high born young Colt looked back over his shoulder at the smirking Rodent, watching as that paw moved down between his thigh's. Fear twisting his handsome young muzzle as he felt the something sharp and pointed against his sack neck.

"Wha... wait... wait.. No.. NO please!" But even as he spoke Dale felt the burning pain, as that imagined knife sliced through his aroused male flesh. His hip's jerked trying in vain to escape, while his rock hard young cock jerked and spat his scalding hot seed into Jaf's quivering asshole. And then as he watched Merl lifted up... Dale jerked in shock and horror before recognizing his worn out old coin purse. "Wait what... that's not my..." The fat young Horse stammered weakly, suddenly feeling a strange regret even as the Rat chuckled at him.

"It feels a bit light..." Merl observed with a smirk, before tossed that money pouch over to Mick the fat little Donkey. As the silvery white colt collapsed over his friends back, laying there panting and moaning softly.

"It better not be." Mick snarled snatching the purse out of the air, dumping the coins out into the palm of his hand. The Donkey counted them out slowly, before reaching over and gripping Dales mane lifting his head up. "You owe me four more silver lordies. So yer gunna work... selling that mouth and ass one month for every silver. You got that slut pony? You're my whore... until you get me paid back."

"Yes... yes sir." Dale answered meekly, as Merl dragging that spent Horse cock out of Jaf's ass.

"Alright Rett your up next... we got one gelding and one faggot pony here take your pick." Dragging Dale away from Jaf's ass, as the young highborn Horse whimpered and moaned weakly.

"I'll take fagboi..." Rett smirked, as Dray grinned and stepped up behind Jaf's well broken in asshole. Merl handed the fat young noble off to Rett, as the Rat glanced over at Mick with a grin.

"That was a lot of fun... let me know if ya want to make some more gelding sluts. I'm always up for cutting a highborn Horse's balls off." Pausing a moment he looked down into Dales glassy eyes, leaning in close the Rat grinned. "And if ya want to be a gelding like yer buddy... you can find me at the Smithy or in the evenings at the baths. I'll be more than happy to make you into what you were born to be..." Then with that the Rat picked up his clothes and strolled out of the room, leaving the Donkey with his new boi whores.

***

The White Hart pub was an ancient establishment, build to service the highborn Horse's who lived on the Hill. As time had passed those noble born twats had stopped coming in, going instead to private clubs owned by one of their own. The White Hart had became the realm of their middle class servants, not than anyone with coin was ever turned away. Even the lowly Rats could drink there, if they had the coin to pay for their drinks. Winston dropped by a few nights a week, after the master and mistress had retired for the night. And now that the fillies heat had past, the scent of it still clinging to the old Stag's fur. His friends had noticed it the last time he had came in, cajoling the old Deer until he had told them about his adventures. The other servants having a fine chuckle about the liberties Winston had been taking with his employers bevy of sexy daughters. Now the day before the old Stag had stopped by the tanners shop, picking up something that was a bit of a gift from the Blacksmith and Winston's employer. The Stag was walking with more than a bit of added swagger, as he stepped through those double doors. Strolling down the long bar, to where his friends were all clustered around the back corner just a dozen steps from the dart board.

Advar the fat well dressed Boar worked as a butler for the very rich Rollan and then there was Declyn a rangy old Goat who butlered for the Mayor. Beside him was Tatem the Bull who was the chief steward for Ernst the wealthiest non equine in town, the hefty middle aged Hog was top merchant in town. On the far side of him was Tomas the Lion who had came over from the pred kingdom and was now the major domo in Judge Flinthoof's house. Fybie the Ram was standing in front of the dart board along with Jeff the short round bellied Pony, the two plainly in mid game as Winston strolled up. Fybie worked for Randal the police chief, while Jeff was in the employ of Welvern the local veterinarian. "Chancy..." Winston called over to the smiling common born Stallion bar keeper, who quickly strolled over to the small group of friends. "Fresh drinks for my buddies here..." The fat old Stag said grandly, tossing his new coin purse onto the bar top. Instantly drawing the attention of all his friends, as well as the bartender who reached down picking up the pouch in wonder. It was very plain that this leather pouch had once held something much more valuable that coins, Chancy held it up so that all the others could clearly see.

"What's this then?" The common born Horse asked, although it was very plain to any male who saw it.

"That is my new coin purse... a gift from Carson... by way of the Smith of course." Winston explained with a board smirk, watching beer shoot out of Tatem's wide bovine nostrils as he snorted with laughter. All the Stags friends burst out laughing as they fought over that pouch for a moment... each one of them wanting to hold and examine it.

"Made to hold jewels... but it works just as well for coins." Tomas the Lion joked as he held that pouch up, sniffing at the leather with his wide pink feline nose. While showing that pouch off to everyone in the bar, drawing clapping and loud hoots of mirth from the middle class servants in the bar.

"Bahahaha... the Tanner did great work to have it hold its shape so exact." Declyn old Goat pointed out as he cupped one hand under that leather bag, making the coins inside clink together loudly.

"I love the little number twelve and the house crest he branded into it." Advar fat Boar chuckled wildly, as everyone knew Carson had race under the number twelve. "Really makes it plain who this use to belong to, while the shape and texture makes it plain what once was inside it. It is sooooo nice, when the Mister is taken care of..."

"I hear that... his lordship did nothing but complain... right up until the night he spent at the Smithy... now he's meek as a lamb." Fybie the Ram rubbing his fingers over Carson severed ball pouch, grinning as he imagined Randal's nuts coming off in the old Donkey's fist.

"Does it wrinkle up when the weather is cold?" Jeff the fat little pony asked, tossing his head to get his shaggy mane out of his eyes. Before taking the purse and holding it down between his thigh's... while dancing a mocking little jig as his friends all roared with laughter. "Look at me I'm a race Horse..." That making more beer shoot out of Tatem's nose, as he slammed his beer mug down hard on the bar.

"Bring that over here... and I'll make like the Smith and take it off of you!" The big Bull called with a snicker, watching as the little Pony skipped over like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Will you fuck a Mule into my wife afterwards?" He asked with obviously false wide eyed innocents, even as Tatum grabbed that pouch in one huge hand while fake slicing with the other. "Ouch... thank you!" Jeff simpered breathlessly, as he clutched at his denuded crotch with both hands.

"Naw... but I will put a calf in her belly..." The big white and brown Bull snickered, flashing the small pony a lewd grin. "Heheh yer welcome ya sissy highborn cuck." This drawing even more wild laughter, even from the surrounding tables who weren't Winston's close friends but just fella bar patrons.

"Well be that as it may..." Chancy snorted holding out his hand, while Tatem admired that new purse with a leering grin. "Hand that to me... so I can get out payment for yer drinks." The bartender grunted, as the smirking Bull tossed it over to him like everyone else Chancy noting how heavy that pouch was. Plainly the old Stag was getting paid well... and they all knew that it wasn't just in coin.

"So let's hear about it..." Declyn chuckled looking over at Winston, as the Deer flashed them a big white toothed smile. "Come on... what naughty business have you gotten up to since last we saw you?" The old Stag leaned up against the bar, taking the tankard that Chancy shoved in front of him.

FIN