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With glittering lights blasting all over like portrait studio bulbs or flashing with snaps of disorienting color, Josh thought he was in a war zone fought with fireworks. Different signs clicked up and down with different mechanical and electrical animations as he shook his head in wonder of it all. He would have been tempted to stick his upper body out of the sunroof, but the limo was going too fast, and it was summer with buzzing flies all about--not a good combination.

A sudden series of taps distracted him as the limo slowed half speed and he looked forward at the driver. "Is this the place you wanted?"

Joshua turned to the right to look at a huge neon penis on the side of a monolithic casino with hotel rooms, the pink penis erupting with three ascending blue glowing droplets of cum. "Yes, that's it. Stop here, please." He smiled, remembering how much money he had saved up to burn here.

The muscular otter pulled over to the entrance and stepped out to open his door, "Have fun, sir. This is one of my favorite places."

He gave a wry chuckle, understanding all too well when a guard met him at the doors. His upper half was decked in a fine suit, and his lower half was nude except for a red thong which made his giant balls and sheathe jut out obscenely. "You new here or revisiting patron?" This great big piece of beefsteak asks, arms folded over his chest as he licked his lips and wet nose casually.

Joshua looked around to see that other furs were being asked the same question and flashing some odd key-card to the bouncers before going in the revolving turn-style doors. "Your new. Follow me to the customer service desk for your new card. He'll explain house rules." At that, he barely had time to react before the big minotaur man grabbed his hand and led him to a counter, big sexy bovine ass shaking side to side in his casual gait and those bubbly cheeks prominently in motion with sensual flavor.

He found himself staring rudely at that swaying tail and bouncing bull rear while beeps and hundreds of conversations with betting and laughs overcame his ears. It had been a long time since he had been bombarded by such noise, so Josh droned it all out to keep staring at those sexy bullocks with his mouth hanging open until he was stopped abruptly at the counter.

Behind, a feminine graceful panther with long eyelashes worked on stamp cards for slot machines, tallying up gains and losses in nothing but a pink thong and a yellow transparent sun visor. "Sparkles--we got a new guy!" The bouncer roars out impatiently, before going back to the door and fishing something from the inside of his panties, using his key-card to leave.

The subtly and sultry girlish feline licks a paw a few times and straightens out his whiskers a bit. "Is that so?" He then began to giggle in a slutty way before continuing; his dark-furred nipples hard and cracked in the cold casino air. "Well sweety, our casino has a few special rules in place." The kitty reached behind his back and clicked something; a faint buzz coming from his posterior as he purrs with bliss and blushes. "First, sex is free and public. This is what makes the establishment so popular. Second, debts to the house are accumulated on the card and if unpaid, will be counted as involuntary servitude for a night or so." The pretty kitty pauses and moans a little shyly as he licks his lips and closes his eyes. "For a male who's too cheap to buy an escort employed at the casino, we make more affordable bed-mates available as well as give out debtors as comps or 'prizes' to moderately betting players. You can probably guess we get a lot of furs who go into servitude here." The black fur moaned quietly and arced his back with a hiss, throwing his hands to the counter and raising his tail high while he grunts and pants hard with his vibrator-induced orgasm. Joshua blushed as he smelled the big cat's cum; a huge wet sticky patch in the front of his thong from where he came.

The kitty slut composed himself long enough to slide over a key-card It was pink with a dark silhouette of two feral stallions fucking with the words 'Brokeback Saloon underneath. "This is how you bet, pay for chips, meals, courtesans, or even leave. If this card contains a debt for longer than an hour or so, security will come to you politely and request that you pay your debt. If you cannot repay, your ass belongs to the establishment and you are sold or given as a gift to a player for the night to recoup the loss." The panther purred and turned his vibe off, reaching into his panties to taste his fresh steaming milk with a mew of shy pleasure. "If there is more than $5 owed to the casino, you cannot exit the door until it is paid or you are sold." It seemed the stakes here were higher than most.

Joshua nods, understanding, as he giggles at the cum stuck to the kitties' whiskers and walks away from the subby black cat to look at the game floor. What greets him is a wide world of sexual organs, orifices, and glory-holes like a sex shop and game arcade had a gay lovechild.

He wryly smirked, reminded of Videogame30 studios: an arcade owned by a hyena who managed to get different pornographic Atari and other games working for public play cabinets--particularly the really naughty Japanese ones.

With a shrug, he entered the slot machine floor, where a stage nearby bombarded players with the dancing and swaying of feminine hips and bodies of male ponies in sequined pink bikini thongs; thin spaghetti straps hanging up on their hips in rainbow arcs to show off their pretty triangular crotches, as a charismatic pink stallion in a white Elvis costume shook his groin and sung: "Viva Las Vegas."

It was an oddly over-sexed world of male musk, sweat, and cum mixed randomly with cologne and feminine perfume of hundreds of unnameable flowers. Rows of machines all featured plastic horsecock handles and sexy pornographic images on the rollers like a naughty animator's flip book.

This massive space was crowded with the girly horses doing all kinds of humiliating positions and acts as his own cock throbbed in his pants. Along the walls, there were various-sized holes with different capitalized labels for species as well as orange lights flashing above some of them to to indicate if they were ready for use. While continuing to watch, he saw as a horse in a fishnet tank top and tan pants walked to a hole marked "HORSE" and slid his limp cock inside, soon sighing with pleasure as something happened to it.

Joshua shivered with lecherous thoughts as he imagined what a glory-hole servicing might feel like. When he was on his way to a wall marked "OTHER", he stopped, eyes caught immediately on the various games being played; all of them highly sexualized and leaving gamblers with what looked like permanent erections.

This made Las Vegas a temptuous mistress for all those who couldn't get off on the pretty female showgirls in other casinos, even though they had such nice butts. His cock throbbed like a wild flailing caterpillar in his briefs as he licked his lips and gazed in appreciation of all the cute lithe bubbly bodies of the bois decked out in their provocative undressage finery with sluttish coyness.

It all seemed to be some horrible cocktease. Free public sex or not, he doubted he could stuff his meat into one of those cute horses as they seemed off-limits while on the job. While many horny guys hit on them or touched them and felt their bodies without consequence, nobody seemed to be fucking anyone else besides glory-holes or other gamblers.

Joshua supposed that it would be hard to get any work done if all the employees were having sex, but that didn't stop his urges from driving him crazy with every thonged bubble pony rear he spied. Each of their tails were long, but tied onto pink bow-tie collars to show off those sexy asses and give hidden glimpses of their volcano buttholes raised against the thong floss like perky round cratered hills.

From all the delicious male imagery, Joshua swore he must be drooling hungrily at the sight of those plush tushies, bulging crotches, and sensitive little girly mouths that must feel like heaven on a hard organ. Never mind Black Jack or Poker, he wanted a slut to poke!

As he walked around girlybois and various half-dressed furs doing each other doggie-style bent over slot machines, his body stopped at a craps table where the girly horses were on the humongous table and arranged inside snuggly like pretty puzzle pieces. They were naked and shivering to the cold air and a lynx in a business suit was repeatedly licking his clawed fingers and sliding up the sexy equines' butts. They had body paint on their supple skin in a giant numbered shuffleboard pattern for the dice to roll on as they faced each others crotches and sucked the other ponies' cock endlessly for the player's entertainment; many having dried cum facials or licking cum-filled mouths.

There were also holes in the table positioned behind their butts so the gamblers could fuck the sissies on the table while making their wagers. Joshua was tempted to play just so he could fill the cute purple ponyboi in one corner, but he needed poker chips to play the game and the teller was far off past the card tables and the stage; certainly too much effort if he could just use the glory-hole to release his load instead!

He moaned loudly and humped his hips hard into the table; a gesture lost in the chaos of the hedonistic gaming world as he wobbled carelessly to the next craps table. Desperately horny, Joshua was as hard as Chinese algebra but not nearly so complex to figure out.

His pulsing loins filled with octane fire as he breathed deep of male stink, sexual fluids, and anus like a gay cocktail to clear his sinuses. It nearly overloaded his senses to the point he felt faint; teetering back and forth as though in an earthquake and holding his head to try to steady the dizzying erotic chaos. Tonight, lady luck was a gay sissy in drag.

Hot yellow bulbs in the ceiling blinked and flashed in moving patterns like rivers of coursing light. The same old timey bulbs carnivals used in their rides. They were inset around small triangular mirrors and security camera bubbles like starry kaleidoscopes. The longer he stared, they seemed to daze and hypnotize his libido for more sex. As Joshua shamefully walked the rows of crowded dice tables with a snake traveling down his pant-leg, he felt as if he might blast the inside of his pants hands free.

Nearby, a big paint stallion with his cock out, raised his hand and threw a pair of dice on a bunch of squeaking squealing cuties on a table before whinnying in triumph at all his new winnings, his dice as hot as branding irons from the way his lucky streak went through. Everyone nearby shrieked excitedly by his bold play while the horse grinned smugly and rested a hand on his newly raked over winnings. He slid his erection through a hole where it was slowly devoured up a slutty little butt with mewls of surprise and pleasure while the brown and white stud bred the ivory-colored ponywhore with his unlubed inches of meat. "That's a seven for Mr. Pokey!." The floorman husky yipped out, curly smoke tail wagging in a green thong as he passed out a huge stack of $100 chips to the giant sexy pony stallion, who neighed and grinned before looking down at the little white unicorn mareboi he was fucking. "And how much to buy this tight cock-hungry whore for the night?" High-dollar chips spilled all over the floor as Pokey tossed a handful to the floorfur and bred the unicorn, fully intent on taking the sissy to his room for after hours fun.

Right in front of him, a black-furred waitress pony in blue thigh high stockings and a peacock feather headdress casually picked his high-heeled horseshoes as that curly-haired tail swayed side to side on his rear like a fluffy monster trying to hump him, as his special shoes lifted his butt in an uptight pretty feminine horsie walk Joshua licked his lips as he saw the dirty little server sissy go, receiving harsh slaps on his ass and finger buggering while taking drink orders from the rows of horny slot players.

A pony and a small dragon in thongs, both wearing gold wedding bands, twirled in front of him in a maddening whirlwind of kisses and groping like this was their last day alive. Their bodies seemed to burn as they sauntered off and melted into the crowd.

Farther off against the wall, the stallion using the glory-hole moaned and looked toward the ceiling as his urethra visibly pumped an endless stream of seed into a waiting mouth or ass.

For a moment, Joshua's eyes hazed over in a fuzzy fog as he either forgot to breathe or too much blood passed through his manhood.

As he went toward a giant card table where twenty-one was being played, sissy horses lay naked on the green felt counter top as the players stick cards in their rump cracks like dirty holders. During this round, no gambler went without taking advantage of the situation; a chubby kangaroo even using his 'card caddy' as an impromptu fellatio toy as the slutty boi licked on his sharp tip like a pink ice pop. There were no quitters here as everyone seemed fastened to their chosen cardholder like lewd old men staring over hentai.

It was a hot sight, but he had to keep going to the back if he was ever going to get his male dilemma taken care of by anonymous user of one of those glory-holes Nearby, long-legged ponies in fishnet stockings and skirts teased the hell out of gawking males who passed by them.

The far hole marked "other" seemed a false quarry as it retracted from him in some spacious illusion and he thought he was walking up a down-moving escalator. Meanwhile, his eyes were bombarded by the sexiest and most kinky things he had ever witnessed happening to the male anatomy. All over was an encompassing aura of drama and glamour like an enchanting fairy tale. Furs were excited by rolling lucky numbers or moping and leaving as they saw their hopes go down the drain like sewage.

Two pony cuties stood with erections coming out of their boikini's as a snickering nude tiger and panther both took turns playing ring-toss with the sissycocks while a gathered assortment of males crowded around and cheered, stroking themselves or fondling the horses inappropriately while the two sweet creatures squeaked in reaction to random gropes on their different parts or rings being thrown at them by the dominant felines.

An obscene amount of clapping followed as the panther got a ringer and grinned as the circlet seemed to hang on the ponies' cock base like an oversized cock-ring. Joshua licked his lips as lecherous thoughts of sissyboi impalement followed. He could just imagine gripping a pair of cute ass cheeks in his hands before popping his tip into the infernally delicious carnal depths of one of these petite male marewhores.

Finally, after nearly shooting a blast in his pants a hundred times over from all this sexy imagery, he slammed hard into the peach plaster wall with a muted thud; manhood painfully smashed against it and nearly bending from the pressure. Joshua found himself waiting a moment for the instance of pain to recede while taking a peek inside and looking at the white face of a black spotted snow leopard boi; a black paw print on his left cheek as he giggled coyly and waved back at Josh.

Josh would have been more reserved about offering his hard cock to a mouth with so much sharp teeth if it weren't such a sweet pretty face behind it. He was nervous as he unzipped his pants and dug that seven inches of maleness from his boxers; anxious to be taking it out in such a public place as he had been used to more private romps with previous mates.

He supposed it was because adult store holes had more anonymity and here he was too exposed. Distracted for a moment, he forgot what was happening as the kitty gave a cute little growl and pounced his maw over the human's whole length. A flicking tongue rolled around his flesh like a cow's teat as he felt that desperately hungry kittenboi trying to slurp out his milk with those sloppy little slutty lips.

He threw his head back in a howl of ecstasy while a clawed paw rubbed and tickled all over his noble pearls with little muffled giggles of delight vibrating on his shaft. Joshua's eyes rolled as he pulled his cock back and thrust in hard with a pleasant gasp of relief.

The cat purred shyly as his delicate little tongue lashed at Josh's tip and urethra like a flailing wet finger. He squirmed with uncomfortable lust as the leopard sissy ate out his peeslit like a small tailhole. Sounds of bongo drums and the fake Elvis voice pervaded his senses as he bred the felines wet throat with his twitching maleness.

While he wanted to fuck a naughty pony, this was almost as good. Drooling with lust written on his face, he failed to notice that the dainty hand and mouth left him hanging. He crouched and looked inside to see that the kitten was adjusting some type of platform as he mewed in an adorably feminine way before he bent over, his tail raised to lift a short plaid skirt. Joshua's mouth hung open as he saw those round toasty ass cheeks gripping a thin pink string between.

When the leopard pulled the thong away, Joshua nearly shot his load as he watched that hot little cat butt wink at him while the pritty kitty giggled and teased him with that swaying tail and nice rump. The human was surprised that the leopard wanted a rut by a small species, but he supposed it was because some fembois are beginners to anal.

Licking his lips, he whined impatiently for that sexy ass to come close enough for him to stuff, but the sissy cat purred shyly and left that cock hanging in the air for the longest moment before he finally slid back and slowly started to impale himself. Josh bit his lip anxiously as that tight lilac-perfumed tailhole sunk down his member like a hot tight sleeve; the smell of feline anus filling the air with an orgasmic fragrance. Besides the feeling of heat, the fuzzy feeling of silky hair rubbing on his shaft made this delicious experience all the better.

After all he had seen, he was ready to blast that sexy tush with enough milk to warm something. He grunted harshly through his nose as his cock filled the femboi as much as he could pass through the hole. Fully inside, he pumped his thighs madly against the hole like an animal while that tight gripping butt squeezed on his manly pool cue in delicious vice-like waves of pleasure.

Perhaps not a ponies', some sluts still knew how to pleasure a hard dick if it was presented to them. As the stubborn tiny predator boi ground on that pulsating cock, he stopped every so often to stop Joshua from cumming. He was annoyed at this denial and would have moved to another hole if this slut weren't so sexy and good at his job, teasing be damned.

Finally, he was at the edge for a ninth or so time before the girly cat was merciful and took that purple pleasure-denied cock back in his mouth for an utterly intense no-holds barred tongue attack on his tip, making him explode like a wrecked dam down that waiting throat. What felt like hundreds of squirts drained down that hungrily gulping warm throat as Josh leaned heavily on the wall and panted, feeling cum ooze out of the dainty mouth all over his balls.

Joshua managed a guilty smile to the kitty with spooge dripping down his thin black lips as he fell to the floor and slumped against the wall while briefly tasting some of the dripping fluids on his malehood. His cum, the spit and anus had such a naughty and fine provocative delicacy to it. He was surprised to find himself hard again and staring at the scanty-dressed ponies in those darling little revealing costumes. Their bouncy warm booties seemed to pop by the varying flood of spanks like champagne bubbles

Their tiny hooves clattered on the tile floor like tap shoes as they took orders from players and. . .

Joshua's eyes went wide in disbelief as a pony in a pink apron and shawl went around calling out: "VIBE CHANGE!." His smock was covered in pockets that held different-sized vibes, butt-plugs, and bottles of lube. He watched as a sissy horse bent his ass over over as if for a spanking on his naked thonged cheeks as the apron sissy tugged out a vibe plug and replaced the batteries, licking the wonderful ponybutt flavor on it, and sliding it back up with an abrupt shove and slap on the bared butt, making the catering waitress squeal in surprise and cream his panties with a sloppy load that drenched his thong front. "Naughty girl!" An orca stud declared, slapping that ass a second time while the pony blushed. His pink plug was suddenly switched to high by the housekeeping horsie.

Joshua grinned, realizing this was the sissy pony secret to staying erect and horny all day as well as keeping the sluts from being fucked. He closed his eyes to savor the taste of that musky sweet catbutt as the air-conditioned atmosphere finally soaked in his skin and made him shiver.

He waited for a crowd to clear out before moving onto someplace else. It seemed that the changing out of waitress sex toys was a popular pastime around here. Nearby, a loud squeak erupted as he turned his head to see the kinkiest thing yet.

A pony sat on the top of a strength test carnival game. He took the place of the bell with his lube-dripping ass seated and smothering a slightly rusty metal ring attached towards the very top. He watched curiously as a big rhinoceros with his cock and balls bulging from white briefs took a large wood-headed sledgehammer and wagged his short tail before taking a swing.

Another loud squeak erupted from the sissy as a lubed horsedong shot up the rusted steel track and found its target. The pony drooled pre from his cock all over his balls like a river as he whimpered and squeezed his tasty butthole longingly on the toy still stuck up there with little hushed mewls of pleasure.

The attendant who took the money, a lithe little raccoon in a purple satin thong and bra yanked hard on a string to pop the toy out as suddenly as it went in. "We have a winner! Select your prize!" He declared, pointing at a row of naked tied up males who were laying on their sides. They had likely 'gone for brokeback' and lost.

He approached the game, his eyes on a bound skunk who was on his side with a blush and an erection. "How much to play?" He mused, looking at the hammer and doing calculations in his head. "A hundred. Please do keep in mind that if you aren't careful, you might end up like this."

Joshua stared at the skunk with a predatory look; making the male flinch. "Sounds like an interesting gamble. . .but I'm just a human. How can I do what HE did?" The rhino snorted in response, lifting a wide-eyed and frightened lion over his shoulder as he wandered away toward an elevator like a nearly-naked terminator. The raccoon points to a handle on the side of the numbered tower. "We adjust difficulty by species, so don't worry."

There came a resigned sigh, but he wasn't convinced the game was particularly fair or that he even had the right amount of strength as other mundanes to ring the pony.

In a bored swagger, he wandered toward the stage and saw more scenes of perversion in glimpses between the gaps of the slot machines.

Near a corner in from of a wine red curtain, two ponybois bent over as they were consecutively stuffed by variously-numbered pool balls; their hungry ass gobbling the orb up like that marble game with the plastic hippos.

Horny furs made bets and kept count of how many the sissies had in their rumps. A squeal of protest erupted from the zebraboi as he took a cue ball in his corner pocket; his striped legs visible through pink fishnet stocking thigh highs while his knees rubbed nervously together while a glittery-eyed nude lynx with his erect cock out was holding the zebra's tail up and fingering that cute tight black ball-swallowing ass.

At first, he thought it was over when the zebra won with twenty when the little baby blue Shetland shook his head in refusal to continue, but Josh was wrong. The lynx yelled out to the audience: Double or nothing on orgasm denial! First slut to cum loses!"

He watched intently as the ponies stood side to side with their cocks out while the lynx stood between them and began to paw them in unison, very slowly increasing his speed while the bois grunted and protested over the pleasure. Even as a white mouse in an orange bikini set took on new bets, Joshua realized all those pool balls were still up their tight hungry rumps to drive them wild with ecstasy

When the feline's paws moved at a blinding speed, the zebra gave a shy little bray with a clack of his little mouth as he threw his mohawk-maned head back and filled the kittie's stroking paw with a sticky deposit of his milk. The Shetland sighed with relief as he came soon after and is declared the winner while the floorman feline licked all that hot male cream off his paws with gentle amused purrs.

Joshua turned around and saw another bet taking place between a naked palomino with bows in his tail and mane and a pink little pegasus with sparkly butterfly wings.

He watched as bets were placed on their limits ans the sissies crouched over huge horsecock dildoes while struggling and competing with each other to take the most. Joshua's jaw dropped as both equines impaled their chubby round rumpies on sex toys that were five inches thick and three feet long.

He noticed that since they were both clearly capable of taking the whole length, it was a race to the finish with the pegasus in the lead at the half-way point with the cock buried in his silky cute buns.

Suddenly, they were pretty well tied with shaking legs and sweat frothing on their bodies, as the palomino's sweaty petite butt had somehow lubed him enough to slip down faster. At three-fourths, it was either pony slut's anal derby to win. Joshua admired their pervy talent and shuddered as he thought about one of those cocks going up his own ass.

The golden pony giggled with a shy victory nicker as he fell down the silicone shaft to the cast pair of fake balls with an orgasmic shudder. He merely touched the tip of his sissy stick and launched a load of horse juice a foot away on the floor while the pegasus finished his sexy descent and also exploded with a twitch of his throbbing little marbles.

A sexy ram in a provocative see-through greenish blue bo-peep costume with camisole and lacy panty briefs proceeded to pay out chips to winning players while they felt up his thick woolen padded ass and sheathe. Joshua wouldn't mind having a sexy warm fuck like that--would be a nice way to keep warm in winter.

The feminine sheep wiggled his short cute tail as he bent over numerous times to give chips to seated furs; giving Josh a nice tasty view of that thick curly fuzzed sheep ass and making him wish he could breed the eweboi like a Wyoming golden girl.

He also licked his lips as a pony not belonging to the casino, but to a master horse, blushed and bent over to spread his nude ass open. That pretty black donut of horseness puckered and danced like a tiny mare pussy in heat while the sissy sub continued to dance and show his body before his master ordered him to profess his sluttiness and cockhunger repeatedly in public as he blushed and rubbed his knees together while nibbling on his nails as a pink mane hung over his eyes.

It was such a delicious naughty sight, Josh thought he was in gay horse heaven. Long silver streamers waved on the adorable pet's lifted tail as his freckled honest face was soon bombarded by the black and white stallion's cock, prompting the little mareboi to suckle greedily on it for the stud milk while his owner whinnied in pleasure.

On the stage, the fake Elvis and his ensemble of scanty dancers vacated while a new group of girlyboi ponies in silver and blue cheerleader skirts and sleeve tops exposing their midriff sauntered out with little girly prances of their hooves while Lady Gaga's "Poker Face" started up.

They bent over to show their thonged butts, clapped, squeaked with shy pony noises, and did all kinds of provocative movements with shakes of their hips and throwing each other in the air. They wave around pervy pom-poms made out of used old pink and white thongs. Joshua wondered what it would feel like to pop into their tight virgin-looking butts as opposed to that cutie leopard boi a bit ago.

He watched intently, not even caring to pay any attention to the lyrics of the song as their mischievous groping and butt-slapping had him too busy with lustful gay fantasies with those pretty pony transvestites. Indeed, for the whole routine, he was lost in a new world of homoerotic perversity.

Before tonight, he never knew panties looked so good on a male's ass and wrapped snuggly about their balls like a satin scrotum. They gave little giggling neighs in delight like giddy Japanese schoolgirls at a loli convention; filling his head with dirty thoughts at how young they felt and acted. Practically jail-bait if they weren't so youthful but still quite legal to work someplace like this. He supposed most of the bois must have been between 18-24 to look this sweet and pretty.

Josh's cock jumped for joy in his pants as he merely thought about it. Not that he was particularly dirty, he just shared a demographic with most other gay furs for liking young sissies dancing around and begging desperately for cock in their maw or booty. This was hardly a kink to be ashamed of. If anything, the fembois should be just a bit ashamed for being such good teases.

A pony nearby him was in a pink thong skirt as he held up a silver tray with various anal sex toys on it. They were all recently up horse asses for a day or so and he was selling them as souvenirs. Joshua pulled a twenty from his wallet and bought a medium pink buttplug, smelling that delicious pony twink aroma all over it before pocketing it for later enjoyment.

Given all that he witnessed, it was obvious why this casino was popular with most males. Even straight furs might be persuaded to bend their preferences for one of these pony dancers.

Frank looked back at his reflection in the dress room mirror. He shared the giant room with his troupe; whom were wiggling their cute skinny hips out of tight dresses or other costumes as they then took pink transparent mesh leotards from their lockers or used hair curling irons on their tails to make them short and bouncy like giant bunny cotton tails.

He adjusted a black bow-tie on a white leather collar as his favorite fucktoy pet, Butterscotch, fidgeted with his pink name collar and whined in hopeless defeat as he failed in the task.

Frank Sinatcha chuckled with amusement as he grabbed the naked black and white pinto from behind, feeling up his cold-hardened nipples with firm fingers before he fastened the collar on. "There sweety pie--now you're a proper casino slutpet."

To that sexy teasing by his midnight-furred master, the sissy could only giggle and blush as Frank felt up the boi's newly fluffed up white tail. He rubbed an erection in his pants as each thonged transparent pink showgirl leotard went up each of his "girls" immaculately pretty legs and nestle between those tight buttcheeks all cozy like the male version of cleavage. Their butts were absolutely girlish and fuckable as they hung out under those poofy rabbit tails like two fuzzy warm bubbles.

Frank even gave butterslut a good groping and fingering of his paint-splashed rear before that silky costume came up over his bits and fit tightly over his body like a pink see-through condom.

As he wiggled out of his tight dress pants, something cold and wet slithered up his exposed tailhole like a tentacle to make him jump forward in surprise. He looked back to see his crazy stalker ex mate, a bay stallion much bigger than he was. "Anthony!" He snarled, showing his teeth and laying his ears back.

The bay horse grinned, hands on his hips. "Say my name bitch. You know you belong to me." Anthony cast a cold stare on all the bois who were watching; scaring them into going back to their preparations.

"Leave us alone, or I'll call security." Frank declared, doing his best to stare the bigger equine down. Anthony made a big show of pouting as he left, but Frank wasn't sure if he was truly gone. As he pulled a sequined pink thong up his legs and patted his male bits down into the fabric gently, he looked back into the shadows of Anthony's disappearance before putting on his grasshopper coat and tophat.

Frank pulled a pair of smoke grey stockings up to his thighs before looking over his troupe with a grin of those big white horsie teeth due to a lecherous lustful pride. He remembered fucking all of them at least a dozen times each. "My fine pretty ladies, the show must go on!"

Joshua found himself taken by the odd grace of the stage's next occupant. To the announcement of "Frank Sinatcha and the Pony Pack", Josh saw it was hardly one of the pretty ladyboys of the casino. A dark medium-sized breed of horse casually kicked up the heels of his hooves to make the sound of tapping as if on theatrical dance shoes.

The stallion had a wide and arrogant but feminine swagger to his slender hips as he twirled a transparent bump-covered pink cane in a paw like a true showman. Mane braided finely down his neck like a princely carriagehorse charger, he casually winked and flicked his cropped polo pony tail with aires of equine haughtiness.

Prissy prancer, the noble creature looked as though he would be an expensive acquisition to bed. The stud with fur and hair dark as night continued his playful high-spirited gait with an entertaining two-legged gallop about the confines of the stage until the music started and he came to rest at the center to face the audience.

His legs seemed long and sexy in pink stockings with spats for his hooves as the darling creature licked his Belgian chocolate muzzle with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Josh listened to the song and realized that it was "Puttin' on the Ritz" by Taco; a modern rendition of the Fred Astaire classic.

The horse lifted up the cane and slid the hooked end right into the front of his pink thong so that it made him look like he had a long thin transparent erection; stroking it with one hand as he used the other to cover his muzzle as he gave a shy and lecherous girlish giggle.

Joshua watched as Frank licked on his giant dildo cane as the synthesizer went through a beat and he watched the cane flick lazily in a metronome swing to the music as he could only stare at the new bunch of ponies invading the stage with hurried little trots into their positions from both sides of the drawn curtains like a sissy honor guard.

Six went into a row in front and six were behind Frank with their arms raised in connected arcing rainbows with their asses wiggling like wobbly jello while Frank began to sing in such a deep charming and sultry voice, Josh was surprised the horse wasn't dressed even manlier than now.

He'd consider it a wardrobe malfunction if the stud wasn't so boldly cute and flamboyant like a gay show peacock with that glitter all over his black fur like stars in a night sky.

That beautiful voice came out in a smooth purr almost like the husky whisper of a lion. "If your blue and you don't know." It was just such an odd elegant sound not heard in a horse very often.

Frank smiled as he passed under the sweet ponybois in their pink leotards and hastily pink-dyed hair and tails as they silently giggled and blushed as Frank rushed from under their outspread bridge like a sparkly phantom as he spun; sending his tail and twin coattails through the air like a couple of steamers to the wind while bringing his cane back out. "Where to go. Why don't you go."

He sniffed and licked his male flavor from the cane with casually lowered eyes and the briefest smirk on his lips as he slapped each of the ponies in the ass to send them off, enunciating the action with the words of the song. "Where--fashion--sits--puttin'--on the--Ritz. Different--types--who wear--out a--sheer coat--panties with stripes." At 'panties', Frank hooked the last sissies' thong with the dull point of his cane and snapped the fabric harshly on the boi's butthole, making him yip with a hushed squeak.

Frank hid another sweet giggle as the sissy slut leapt from the playful snip on his tasty black anus hill. "And silkie pink coat. Perfect fits. . .Puttin' on the Ritz." The ponies pranced in a sort of sexy conga line with one arm held high in the air bent at the wrist like they had just tossed a basketball, and the other tight to their pecs and also bent like they were wearing purses or handbags, sexily wagging their hips like shameless escorts.

"Dressed up like a million-dollar hooker." Frank gave a lecherous grin as they snaked around him in a large circle with their waists wiggling and their butts bouncing like large water balloons. "Tryin' hard to look like a sissy cougar." The ponies blushed and giggled as they squeaked out "Super duper" in unison.

Frank smiled and licked his lips as his cock tented like a curious dribbling black mamba while Josh wished he had a nice hole to put his own cock into. "Come let's mix where rock hard fellas walk with dicks or 'umbrellas' in their mitts." The ponies bent low to blow kisses to the audience as they giggled and took turns pinching Frank's butt or daintily stroking along his floppy arced black dripping rainbow of semi-erect bouncing studness. "Puttin' on the Ritz."

Then the tone of the music changed as the pretty bois trot around Frank and offer their hands for a dance but each is ignored as the stallion waves a gloved paw as if a magician performing a trick, laying his palm firmly on a ponybutt with a spank and a firm grip to keep the sissy, blushing, squeaking and giggling with little shy neighs. "Have you seen the well to do?" Frank whispers something to the ponyboi to make him blush brighter and harden his girly meat almost instantly. "Up and down my park avenue?" Frank grins as he points to his cock; hard and straight as a baseball bat. "On my famous cock all thick and bare." Then he makes the pony bend to show his tight bubbly ass to the audience. "With their rumps up in the air?" Then he slaps that pretty brown tush with his cane to send the boi off.

Those perky rears all begged to be fucked as those pretty pink bunnytails bobbed on their lower backs and their delicious small equine goodies jiggled obscenely in plain view through a girlish screen of submissive color. The sluts waved their elbow-length gloved hands and waggled their hips side to side as Frank purred and pointed to different clothes on his body as he sung about them. "High hats and pretty collars. White spats and lots of dollars."

At the prompting of 'dollars', the sissies took $1 bills from the legholes of their costumes and under their sweaty balls like green tampons, depositing them in the band of Frank's panties or in his stocking tops as though he were a cheap stripper; leaning in close with their butts bent over to plant kisses on the stud's face and leaving him pockmarked with lipstick stains. "Spending every dime for a wonderful time!" The sissies screamed out in delighted chorus, feeling up Frank's cock with gentle curious fingers.

The ponies shook the feather headdresses with shy blushes as Frank grinned and turned around wagging his tail and butt for the audience with shimmers reflecting in his fur. Behind, the sissies played leapfrog; six bending and the others jumping in an oscillating ring around Frank like a giant femboi caterpillar. "If your blue and you don't know." Frank sensually purrs to the play of the ladybois.

Then they separated themselves in diagonal checkerboard rows and spun, stopping to thrust their chests at the audience as they hung their arms back like gliding wings. "Where to go to." The marebois pinwheel their arms backwards and crouch low; crotches bulging as their costumes tighten against their balls and hard cocks. "Why don't you go."

The ponies then had six lay on the floor of the stage with their legs like uplifted sex positions as the other six sat on their hooves like chairs in sideways ladylike positions as if they were wearing skirts and trying to be modest, blushing and giggling the whole time. "Where fashion sits." At that prompting, the chair sluts brusquely kicked off their occupants as the standing girlies grabbed those legs and scissored them about. "Puttin on the Ritz'." Frank muses with a grin, taking a square wrapper from his bulge the size of a monster piece of toast and rips it apart to reveal a condom the size of a bagel. Putting it on his thick flared glans head, he rolls it down his shaft to the area where his cock meets the panties and the point where the garment cuts the view of his sheathe off abruptly.

Joshua's jaw dropped as he saw all the showgirls get up, bend over at the audience, reach two fingers up their immaculately juicy boiholes, and pull out two long silk streamers like some perverted street performer's gay magic trick. They smiled and spun and danced like ballerina dolls designed for transvestites. "Different types who wear out a sheer coat." The pretties wore the sashes on their necks like feather boas and spun in place. "Panties with stripes and silkie pink coat." The bois wore the streamers over their heads like tight shawls and batted coy eyes at the players.

Frank licked his lips and pointed to a black and white paint pony who blushed and bent over, his ears lowered in submission as he raised his tail. "For perfect fits." Then the black stud grinned as he grabbed the bois' hips and thrust those eighteen inches of cock right in to the hilt with a relieved sigh. "Puttin' in the Ritz'!" Before he ripped out, cock bouncing drunkenly.

As the human looked around, he couldn't believe the gay male tourists were pawing to the show even as they recorded it on digital cameras and small camcorders. His own cock was so needy, it had a hair trigger to blow a load.

"Dressed up like a million-dollar hooker." The ponies spun the streamers about themselves like harem girls as they winked and giggled. "Trying hard to look like a sissy cougar." Frank purred, the slut he fucked was now linking on his pink-covered rubber cock. "Super Duper!" The sissies squeal with naughty snickers.

The black horse grabbed a palomino boi by his collar and led him around the others like a prissy proud bitch at a dog show. "Come let's mix." Then he made his petslave feel up his giant ebony member. "Where rock hard fellas walk." Frank sighs with pleasure as his second 'cane' is played on. "With dicks or 'umbrellas in their mitts." Then Frank did a double bitch slap on the ponies' face with his long hot meat. "Puttin' on the Ritz'." Frank mused with a casual thin smile.

Joshua watched as the ponies got into a line behind Frank and saw, with some curiosity, that four turned around and bent over with their tails high as they were flanked on both sides by sluts still standing up normally who faced the audience with their visible hard sissy sticks and pink hued little marbles.

With an atmosphere of male sexual energy hanging in the air like a lustful miasma, the two ponies beside each submitting one proceeded to snap those cute presented butts in a flurry of popping blows in a pattern reminiscent of a tap dance number as Frank proceeded to finger or use his cane to bugger and molest the helpless holes of the girlybois being spanked silly.

Then he casually strolled behind the row of upright ponies and caned them good with his curved walking stick on their unsuspecting asses as they meeped in protest and jumped up briefly, biting their lips nervously. As he punished the eight or so fembois with some good old fashioned corporal wood, the doubled over ponies obediently licked at his flaccid cockhead as it was thrust towards their mouths.

As Frank finished whipping and obscenely poking into the pretty asses of the boi pets with his dildo cane, the song resumed. "Dressed up like a million-dollar hooker." the stallion took his hat off and put it on his cock, not that it could hide much for modesty' sake'. "Trying hard to look like a sissy cougar." The bois blush and hug each other. "Super duper!" They giggle and prance a fancy little dance around him while sharing their asses and the giant pink feathers on their heads.

Frank smirked with mischief as he daintily stepped out of his silk thong and threw it into the audience. Joshua gasped in surprise and nearly fainted when the panties landed on his face. He blushed as he held them to his nose and breathed that dirty sweet male equine smell into his body, high on stallion musk as he felt horse sweat from the undies wet his cheeks and eyelids. "If you're blue and you don't know where to go to."

Joshua sighed as he put the musky pair of dirty unmentionables in his jacket pocket with the buttplug. "Why don't you go." Frank declares, blowing a kiss to a now embarrassed Josh as the audience laughed about him. "Where fashion sits." Then the stud clapped his hands twice and all the bois bent over; the audience viewing them from a sideways angle like upside-down 'L's.

Frank takes the tophat from his erection as he walks up to the slut at the end and thrusts his cock in deep to the hilt, the ponyboi moaning as he crawled off the huge thick tool. "Puttin' in the Ritz." The stallion proceeded this same erotic gesture eleven more times to the utterance of that phrase as the ponybois trotted over into a new line where they locked arms and kicked out their legs in a sissy burlesque can-can to the casual order of "MOVE" from Frank while a ragtime piano played a jubilant little tune to their flipping long pretty gams.

"Gotta dance. . ." Frank speaks in a drifting tone, spinning and tapping his hooves to the beat of the flurry of kicking pretty feet. "Gotta daaaaaaance. . ." The sissied sluts bend over and raise their tails, spreading their ass cheeks before gathering close to Frank in a group hug for pictures as they sing. "If your blue and you don't know where to go to. Why don't you go where fashion sits."

Then as he watched, each time they repeated the mantra of the song; 'Puttin' on the Ritz', two unseen cannons blasted them with shots of sticky whipped cream that hung on their bodies and looked like cum as the fembois shyly giggled and licked each other clean like hungry kittens as Frank had one slut riding down securely on his cock and two more laying on the floor on their backs to suck on his balls like loyal slaves. "Thank you! We're free for pictures and autographs now!" Frank proudly declares as they bow to a storm of roses and flying spunk.

Joshua wanted to stick around and maybe even get his dirty panty souvenir signed, but he hadn't eaten for hours and his now apparent hunger almost made him too nauseous to stand. He began to wade through hundreds of males as Frank and his troupe preened for pictures like sassy peacocks.

After half an hour of photographs and signatures, Frank finally slumped tiredly in his chair, a sweaty sparkly horseface looking back at him in the mirror. "Hello there, beautiful." He sighed in jest, reaching in his pants for a bottle of aspirin when he noticed something missing.

Frank's heart skipped a beat as panic jumped on him. His casino key-card was gone! He rechecked his pants and crawled on the floor in a delirious desperate fit as the answer sunk into him. "Anthony." He grumbled angrily, knowing his ex would now try to buy his ass for the night. "My butt is not for rent!" He growled to no one, as the ponies rushed in their changing and left him alone in the dressing room. Frank felt like a fool, knowing Anthony would now get what he wanted anyway.

As he crawled around on the ground like a pathetic half-naked bitch to vainly check the floor again just in case, a big brown horse with black paws and feet ran up a huge debt on a card that wasn't his.

As the human squeezed through the crush of bodies, he found the dining area of the casino oddly vacant with ten or so other males going through a buffet line or sitting down to eat.

Joshua briefly smelled the air and sighed, loving the aromas of the food. As he came closer, he saw the oddly sexy yet out of place eating arrangements of the food court.

Most of it was normal: tables with serving trays on top of Bunsen burners, but there were a few unconventional additions.

To start, the tables seemed to be built with seating for two in mind as a chair faced either end of a sissy naked pony who had been strapped to the bottom of the table with leather restraints as though a giant piece of sexy gum hanging on the underside. The table and chairs had mechanical adjustment gears for height, and it looked like one sat down with his hard cock planted firmly in either the pony's sloppy mouth or warm toasty ass.

Meanwhile, the serving area had gaps in between tables where bent over ponies sported buttplug tails that held onion rings, donuts, or thick kabobs of baked veggies and meats.

As Joshua took a plat and started to fill it up, he grabbed at one of the butt kabobs and watched as it popped out and the sissy whinnied coyly before he trotted over to a vertical slit in the wall and bent his butt against it; sighing as a hand replenished his rear with a new 'tail' so he could get back into position with a hushed giggle.

He chuckled and shook his head, groping cute warm bottoms as he made his way down towards the end where the drinks were.

It was a huge and curious machine that took up half the room. Beside a coffee brewer and soda fountain sat a huge generator with ten sissies strapped into it like some perverted combination of a vertical drop ride at a theme park and some science fiction hibernation pods without the bubbles.

The ponies lay bound in special indentations that fit them each snugly like a glove. On an obvious panel, there were two giant white buttons side by side like campaign badges for elections. One was marked 'milk' and the other was 'creamer'. Joshua took a closer look at the machine and saw all the sissies were blindfolded with collection tubes over their cocks and giant horse-shaped electric dildo probes shoved firmly up their perky tight slutty butts.

He licked his lips, realizing this was an electroejaculation machine as he pushed down on the 'milk' button.

The ponies immediately shook with convulsions from electricity as they grunted and mewled with pleasure from being milked of their seed like naughty dairy cows.

They whimpered and shook ecstatically as the milking machine shocked their little asses with repeated jolts of stimulation in varying watts until they all moaned and shot off their cum almost at once with sighs of orgasmic delight as the machine whirred and popped out a small four ounce glass jar filled with frothy warm femboi milk.

Considering that this wasn't enough to stop his thirst, Josh was tempted to put the bois through the process a few more times till he had enough to drink. He smiled and pushed the button again, watching the looks of surprise on their cute faces as they were emptied of their juice once again; screaming and writhing in their restraints with howls of desperate pleasure as the machine soon popped out another bottle.

Deciding two forced milkings was enough, he pocketed the two small bottles and went to sit down, but was struck by a minor dilemma: where to sit.

At the moment, he couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck an ass or mouth more.

Having given the matter a moment's thought, he decided that mouths would be better as he could just idly sit there and do nothing as the pony slut did all the work for him. In fact, he looked forward to being sucked off multiple times by a hot wet muzzle and those soft teasing equine lips that seemed more flexible than other species'.

As he put his tray and the jars on the table, a sudden stirring came from underneath which indicated the purple pony beneath had been taking a nap until now.

A lovely shy meep was declared when the pony saw where Josh would be sitting, that pretty tail banging softly on the underside of the table.

Joshua's horny body tingled with excitement and nervousness as he decided to make a night of it, taking off his pants and laying them on the table before sitting on the office chair with a squeaky bounce and sudden hiss of air as he wiggled his undie butt on the the starched padded cushion.

He could well imagine the curious look of lust on the slut's face as the pony stared at the bulge in his briefs with that pretty mouth hanging open to receive his treat.

The pony whimpered in passionate delight with an impatient mewl as if a kitten while Josh reached down and flipped a hard cock from the front opening in his underwear, his balls snug in the fabric like a sack of marbles.

He gave the hungry sissy a minute to stare at his hard eight inches of manflesh before he creaked and slid forward on the chair's wheels. Stopping an inch away, he felt that hot breath all over his tip and nearly melted in desire to fill the mouth with one rapid thrust.

His patience got the best of him though. Those pretty nostrils sniffed at and enjoyed the smell of his male odor.

An electric shiver crawled up his body from his loins as a delicate tiny tongue shyly touches his tip and then hides back in his mouth like a curious but coy pink snake. He had never been sucked off by a horse before, but he was already excited and eager to keep going.

Briefly, he paused and tried to make sense of what he was doing: he had uncontrollable male urges and was on the verge of filling a ladyboi equine's mouth with his meat.

Joshua closed his eyes and slid forward. Intense heat covered his whole dick like a wet oven as he pushed his whole member inside that wide drooling muzzle and the pony clasped it shut around in a lightly sucking seal. He felt those pretty lips scrape along his shaft like a tight wet anus, air blowing on his cock like an arid desert wind as he felt the slut warm his soaked chill one inch at a time like a fellating furnace.

It felt like he was trying to fuck a tiny jungle made of sloppy wet balloons as that rough girlyboi tongue rested along his urethra but didn't do anything. After an eternity of creeping and sliding pleasure, Josh was all the way in that hot mouth and seated at the table, those cute nostrils blowing hot air into his crotch and balls like a toasty sauna breeze to his flesh.

Assuming it was over and that he had control to pleasure himself to orgasm whenever he felt like it, Joshua sighed and picked up a forkful of potato salad as he felt that tightly locked muzzle and tongue idly playing with his cock as though it were an odd sort of bit and bridle. The hot tongue slowly exploring all his details but not trying to induce him to cum. After shooting in a leopard and masturbating a few times, he could handle this minor stimulation without worry.

But as he finished two scoops and started on the kabob, he found the pony had other plans for him.

While Joshua had been ignoring the mad little tingles of pleasure for the most part, the ponyboi, true to his slutty nature, had been using the first five minutes to subtly experiment and feel on the cock for Josh's different pleasure points.

The tip was the most obvious, but along the shaft there were tiny spots of sensitivity only a tongue could find and properly target.

This entire time, the pony had tested the member and used those penile veins as a lie detector to see what Josh liked being done to him. Joshua could only hang his head in disbelief as a flurry of wonderful firework blasts went off all over his maleness like a sexual celebration of the senses.

Before this moment, he didn't believe much training went into becoming a whore. He thought sex was just a patter of putting a penis in a whole and that was it. Of course, this was wildly different! These sexy tricks had to be taught somewhere, and it was professional courtesan stuff the million-dollar hookers would know.

Joshua nearly freaked out when that tongue pulsed with a vibrant intensity all over his rod like a buzzing bee trying to coax out his nectar. It rolled all over and throbbed like a vibe as it twitched on his skin with feathery warm ecstasy while the pony gave muffled cute little sounds to his pleasuring and swallowing.

It was a moment of eternal bliss as time stopped and his legs shook and banged the table uncontrollably while he gripped the edge of the table in deathly white knuckles while that devilishly sweet sissy tongue hammered him closer to the edge like a jarring sexual earthquake.

He howled and shook desperately as though he really WERE in an earthquake, his cock locked securely in that tight sucking mouth as though in a permanent inescapable bond of super glue as he was powerless to escape that devastating delicate maw of ponyness.

An eternity of pleasure passed through his cockroot, loins, and balls as though it were the sexual equivalent of a natural disaster cascading through his skin, Joshua's body was awash in a raging flood of painful tickling on his sensitive organ until he grunted and gave up resistance, splattering that tight pretty mouth in a mammoth explosion of his jism as he felt those jaws softly grind and the pony sucks while he milks along Josh's urethra with that evil tongue for every last drop to sate an unending sluttish hunger.

He wanted to leave, but found himself still locked in place for another ride on that roller-coaster of oral sex hell.

With a nervous shudder, Josh resigns himself to being milked with uncontrollable sexual cruelty once more, the hungry unsated pony still eager for his human milk.

Joshua found it ironic that though he could use his hands and feet, he was the more helpless of the two of them.

Frank didn't have any doubt as to what happened to his card after ten minutes of frantic searching. He checked his watch and saw that he had another ten minutes to try to escape the casino before his tab was called. Sure he would lose his job, but the price of his anal virginity was too high to be auctioned off to cheapskate strangers!

Just as he was about to sneak out the entrance right behind another fur using their key-card, the minotaur security officer grabbed him by the collar of his suit and looked firmly into his face. "What are you sneaking for?" The bovine sneers, carrying the humiliated equine back inside like a lost child in those huge arms toward a door in the back marked 'employees only'.

He struggled with the bull, knowing full well what happened in that room detached from public awareness of the casino. If he didn't get loose, the bull was going to take his own cut of the profits off the top--and Frank wasn't talking about money.

The stud twisted himself enough to grab onto a thick beefy arm and bite down, forcing the bull to throw him on the floor with a hushed snarl of pain and a face of red rage. "You little bitch. I'll teach you to take FOUR cocks when I'm done with you!" He snarled and hauled a muscular arm back to deliver a hard blow with his fist the size of a bowling ball.

Frank cringed and closed his eyes pathetically for an assault that never came. He looked up nervously to see a panther in a visor purring calmly to the bull with his sweet melodic tone. "No violence here, Reynaldo honey. If our pony friend wants the rough stuff, then we can give him to the fetish and bondage lifestylers as a comp. Won't that be fun my barbecue beefsteak?" The feline mews in a feminine way as he licks on the brown bull's furred shoulder and neck.

The minotaur smiled and picked up the black cat, putting the smaller fur on his broad shoulders. "Yes, my snuggly asskitten. I'd love to see someone train that arrogant nag." Then the cat raised a pencil and shot Frank in the neck with a concealed dart launcher. It felt small and sharp like a mosquito bite as he fell down and went into a heavy sleep.

The purple pony had extracted a heavy price for free pleasure. By the time he was done, Joshua was so weak he couldn't stand on two legs and his balls were probably completely empty. In all honesty, Josh felt like a neuter as he was sucked so dry, he had no sexual urges whatsoever.

With all his seed in the belly of a giggling pony, he goes to a booth to trade credit on his key-card for poker chips and a tall plastic cup of bronze dollar tokens for the slots.

He started with one of the machines, feeding tokens carelessly into the slit like a maniac and pulling on that lewd handle with guilty pleasure until he pretty much emptied out the 32 oz cup except for one coin, which he took to a fortune-teller well and casually rolled it in. As he heard a small splash, a card popped out of the side which he read aloud: "Your deepest desire comes true tonight." He smiled wryly and put it in his pocket with the other lewd trophies. As his finger brushed against the thong, he wondered if his fortune meant that he would have his fantasy come alive: A big sexy proud equine to train and control.

Joshua licked his lips with that thought as he strayed to a roulette table with that same sexy panther who had been running the information desk. "And hello again, baby, What can kitten put you down for?" Joshua payed a $100 chip on the table and licked his lips carelessly. "Put it on sixty-nine." Then he studied the feline for a moment. "Black."

The panther femboi purred as he spun the wheel and the marble. "Don't think you'll bed me. Even if I weren't mated, I don't think our interests intertwine." He mused as the wheel came to a gradual stop. "Oh sorry. Five red. I'd do more humans if they weren't so boring."

Joshua played down another bet. "Who says I'm vanilla? I bet I've done more dirty things than you know exist." He declared, grinning. The panther licked a paw and rubbed his silky-furred ears back as he wiggled his whiskers curiously. "Well. . .we're in the right place for a bet. Let's make it interesting. If you win, you get a fetish slave for the night to do anything you want short of mutilation and extreme sadism pain. If I win, my boyfriend gets to use your ass like his personal fleshjack."

Joshua thought about that. Initially, he wanted to refuse such a shady deal as the casino had the odds in its favor, though he was bolstered by the hope in his fortune. Besides, it sounded like a fun gamble. "Okay, I agree."

Then they proceeded to name kinks and fetishes to each other, the feline throwing him a few tricky ones he had to think about, such as a fetish for knives or wing worship. After half an hour, Josh came up with one so unique, few had heard of it. "Unicorn horns as dildoes." Which made the panther pause and stare.

Feasibly, it was possible as all long hard objects seemed made for an ass or pussy. It was just so random and rare because most furs hadn't even seen a unicorn in their life, much less fucked on their horns.

The catboi smiled and blinked. "I'd never heard of that, but since you mention it, the idea makes me yiffy." The panther licked his lips before handing over a four page checklist. "Pick all that you want to do and it shall be provided for."

As he checked boxes, a curious word came to his attention: "Mare maker's?" The kitty giggled and nods. "To domesticate stubborn stallions. It's a single use pair of panties that doses some poor stud through the skin with a massive dose of mare estrus hormones to make them extremely horny and submissive. Think of it as a nicotine patch to make doms into ponyboi subs."

He checked for the special panties as he continued to go down the list, suddenly pausing. "Wait. . .I get a horse?" The floorfur giggled in response. "Yeppers, and I think the spoiled filly has been asking for an anal taming for the many years he's been parading himself around as a 'dom' boi."

While the human filled out kink paperwork, a certain vengeful ex-mate equine found that things did not go according to his plans. As he checked the strength tester or other places where debt slaves were given out and sold, there was no sign of Frank. It looked like the proud black stallion made his greatest performance yet and evaded Anthony's best preparations to use his tight midnight-furred ass.

With a frustrated growl, the tall stud threw Frank's key-card into a nearby trash can. As he turned to leave, he was stopped by a strong grip on his shoulder. "So you're the one to thank for taming the proud slut." Anthony looked up at the huge bull man. Even taller than him and probably meaner. "I should thank you personally in the employee lounge. There's lot's of beef jerky I got for you."

The horse hissed miserably. He was in trouble for stealing, fraud, and throwing away casino property. If he didn't want to get fucked in prison for a few years, he had to get fucked by the bull instead. "Oh yeah. You're no Frank, but this pepperoni log of mine isn't so picky when it comes to horseass." Anthony could only lower his ears as he refused to think about what would happen to him.

Joshua casually lay on a pile of silk pillows in the nude as he waited for his pet to awaken. The panther had been gracious to give him one of the premier bondage rooms of the casino's hotel, but he supposed it was because there was some bad blood between Frank and the other co-workers. Joshua had been given this nice room for the unsaid agreement that he'd teach a certain stud some breeding manners.

He smiled and looked at the black equine, who was gagged with a red rubber ball and bound standing up inside an upside-down horseshoe, which was appropriate. The panties were very flexible and stretchy: able to fit on any crotch without a problem yet so elastic they could be kept on widely-stretched out ankles.

At any instant, if Frank gave him any problems, he could yank those magic panties up the thick black legs to turn the struggling pet into a subby bitch for the rest of the night and the proud stud could do nothing to prevent it!

A casual cruel smile came upon his lips as he removed himself from the throne of pillows, bidden by the restless stirring of the awakening anal mount. Joshua was looking forward to the coming pleasure of rutting a dominant male's helpless tailhole as a connoisseur might savor opening a bottle of two decade aged Chardonnay.

Casual and collected, he was far removed from his normal horny go lucky self whenever he donned the leather chaps of a master. Even smaller than the big stud, Frank would have everything to fear as he was played with.

Recognition flooded those pretty turquoise eyes, which was a small blessing for Josh as he wanted the horse to know and remember who would be stealing his rose bud. Yet while he desired for it, Joshua would bide his yearning to tease and torture the helpless horse like a true dom would.

On a nearby table was a red velvet pillow where rested a single giant gold-dyed ostrich feather a foot long. He took it up like a sacred artifact and rubbed the fluffy tendrils along his palm as though he were casually testing the sharpness of a knife, enjoying the way it flexed and felt on his skin. The casino knew its business: this was a good feather to use for tickle torture.

Joshua slowly approached the stud as though he were a frightened animal, rubbing on his warm furry flanks with a free hand as nervous sweat began to form on Frank's forelock as Josh continued to struggle in his bondage.

The human licked lustily down those pecs, sucking and gently biting at one of those dark cold-hardened nipples before traveling around those firm abs and giving the horse's navel a good but brief rimming, making the equine shudder.

Soon, he was at those juicy loins and bringing a different tool to play. Frank giggled and neighed excitedly in protest as that puffy feather slid ever gently along the skin of his sheathe and around the soft bit of charcoal flesh hiding within the opening.

A muffled snarl came from that gagged muzzle as the feather moved lower to flirt on those giant sexy balls, Frank involuntarily sucking them into his body and dropping them while Josh delicately traced his erotic tool on that hyper-sensitive horseflesh.

He chuckled in amusement with all the stallions' reactions to his casual torture. "I wanted to meet you after seeing that sexy show of yours." He ran a hand on that warm side and ribs, making the horse cringe from his air-cooled touch. "I didn't realize I'd get more than an autograph or your panties." Then Joshua smiled with mischief as he rubbed his cock on Frank's leg like a horny dog. "In fact, you have a new pair of panties for tonight: Mare-Makers."

As soon as he said that, the sexy male's eyes widened with such a fright. "If you give me any trouble, I'm going to yank them onto your crotch and make you my bitch, so you better behave for me." Joshua grinned and ran the feather lewdly along his tongue, gripping those large balls in his hand and lightly squeezing them to feel how warm and juicy they were.

Then he boldly sauntered about to where he wouldn't be seen, roughly yanking that long pretty tail to the side to tie it out of the way. He drooled at the sight of that pronounced butthole covered in a sparse sprinkle of silver glitter, before getting onto his knees to breathe deeply of that equine anal aroma, delirious by the wonderful and dirty male stink.

Again, he had to stave off his immediate lust as he had other more interesting ways to tame that naughty boi hole.

Instead of a cock, Frank had a more devious plaything to contend with as Joshua twirled the tip of the feather around that nervous ring of ass, watching the tight hole twitch and flicker in random nervous anal kisses.

The feather flapped up and down in a pattern similar to a wagging tongue while the newly acquired stallion fucktoy could do little more than shudder and giggle like a girl, panting and breathing deeply in blushing nervousness.

Joshua had good fun with the bound pony, enjoying the sight of that black ass eye winking back at him with every dainty stroke of the feather. He gave the stud such a flurry of soft blows with his device, Frank was certain to submit.

The horse tugged in vain at his fastened tail, unable to swat the annoying tickle away while Josh snickered and stared at the pretty hole while he played. In fact, he couldn't remember having as much fun with a sub as this moment, giggling while he poked a finger into that tight horsie hole and felt the stud's heartbeat over the length of his skin like a pulsing tiny iron lung or hot Chinese finger trap.

Frank shivered, obviously feeling the finger up his spongy warm butthole and not liking it. The horse gave a muffled grunt in his gag while Josh chuckled and removed his finger, walking off to a nearby steel holding basket bolted to the wall.

Normally, it would contain different flavored lubes, but Josh had a different snack in mind as he grabbed a pressurized aluminum canister and shook it, ripping the cap off and tossing it to the floor carelessly with a loud series of rolling tumbles.

It had been a long time since Frank had called himself a slut. For a long portion of his life, he was convinced he could have it all the way he wanted. The horse clearly enjoyed being in charge of the ponies and filling their tight winking asses with his thick meat as he grabs their bubbly rumps in his hands, but also loved being the center of attention to dominant males and yet being an untouchable tease to all those who fapped to him.

Not even Anthony had gotten to fuck him more than once, and that denied lust brought Frank to an amused snicker every time he thought about it.

He wrinkled his nose and shook his little tush as that human approached him with one of those spray cans for desserts. Considering what the cruel male had already done with a feather, Frank knew this new idea wouldn't end well, and he was right.

The human smiled, looking him up and down with that hard boner pointing at him while his captor walked with certainty up towards him before pointing the can upside-down and giving it a good squirt into the opening of his sheathe like cement into a pothole.

Frank whined and waddled about while the ultra sticky cream was sprayed all over his sheathe, balls, and around his waist until he looked like he was wearing a poofy white pair of thong panties. "How cute." The man mused, snickering as he groped Frank's muscly black ass.

Then, just like before, his keeper went around behind even as Frank's eyes widened while he felt something very naughty going on. "I always wanted a giant chocolate cupcake with cream filling!"

Frank's tailhole stubbornly tried to close and tighten itself as he refused entry to the probing tiny nozzle of the whipped cream can, but it was no good. He found himself grunting and whinnying loudly in protesting disbelief when a sudden sloppy hiss resounded in the air followed by a whoosh and a clammy sticky foamy feeling shooting rapidly up his ass like jellied wiggly water.

He could feel the sweet foam writhing up his butt in a continuous pushing stream of cold tentacles, the cream making his bowels and intestines bulge from the sudden pressure and giving him some nasty cramps in his lower body.

His torso pitched wildly in his bonds while he grumbled from the gassy painful sensations up his rear, the internal discomfort almost bringing him to tears as the human brought a bucket over and stood on it.

It went on for a few moments as the dominant smaller male kicked the bucket away in favor of a decently-sized stepladder which brought his erect groin level to the stallion's face.

At first while that decently-sized cock was practically shoved at his muzzle, the stud thought he would be forced to suckle off it, but indeed, he lent the mischievous male master entirely too little credit in the creativity department.

He was somewhat astonished to be staring at a hard thick tip all purple from erectness as the human put a hand at the base of his member and guided it into Frank's maw with one casual thrust.

The sexy midnight steed shivered as a small cock poked in between his dull teeth and the rank male salty taste of it coursed over his lazy flopping tongue or dripped down his throat as he felt a sloppy coat of his slobber drenching the organ.

Once satisfied at how lubed he was, the small creature then proceeded to stroke himself off right before the equines' curious gaze. His panting and groans were oddly quiet considering that this was a place which hardly called for discretion. Spittle dropped from that shiny wet cock as the human worked out a load in such a way that one might think he were trying to start a fire.

The frantic pace of that pawing made the tip glow an angry red like Rudolph's nose as a small but steady stream of pre began to drip down his peeslit like a calm trickle of drops in an underground cave.

Frank stared, transfixed at the shimmering tool with wondrous eyes adept eyes. Hypnotized by the quick movements, he jumped in surprise as a thick load landed on the bridge of his nose and hung off one nostril like a white booger, other smaller bits of the cum landing on his blushing red cheekbone, neck, and forehead like splashing silver from a furnace as he squealed in shock at getting sprayed with male milk like a marish cumdump.

His heart beat loudly in his ears as the cooling human juice dripped down his fur or right into his eyes. Even without the capacity of a larger species, the volume was impressive for his size. Frank assumed he must have taken some kind of sex booster supplement to make so much.

He relaxed and panted as his bowels dripped watery melted whip cream from his ass like it were anal lube that had been shot up there, the smell of candy and horseass thick in the air like a fog of a confectioner's factory for gay yiff.

Joshua lay on the pillows again briefly to catch his breath after his knees turned to mush, recovering a flailing libido that felt like a dying fish out of water. The human's body was covered in a filmy layer of hot sweat as his limp cock continued to ooze his milk into the cushions.

He smiled as he appraised his work; the pretty proud pony had been covered in a decent spray of jizm that would even make a bukakke film look twice. Now that he used his first shot to demean the sexy creature, he found nothing amiss in filling that tight sexy tush with the same concoction.

Though sex too, would stay its hand in the course of his next act. Joshua clapped his hands and the ceiling was drawn back in four square segments to reveal a transparent upper floor with a giant clear plastic funnel lodged in the center with its opening positioned above Frank's head like a drainage spout.

He snickered at that thought, making a joke of it as naked male furs walked along the invisible ceiling, their footpaws squishing and distorting in plain view for a special treat in physics and anatomy at work.

The funnel accommodated ten or so at a time as they pawed furiously and grunted for a few minutes of hasty pleasuring before blasting the device with their sticky slapping spraying loads.

Frank's eyes widened as he saw the cum begin to drip down the stubby thick tube and hang on the nub at the end like a long white icicle before it broke off under the adding weight and wetly pelted him in his face in a white scar that looked like a drooped worm across the top of his muzzle a few inches from his eyes.

Then the furs began an assembly-line process as some cummed and left while others stepped up to take their place and shoot a special delivery into the sloping receptacle.

Joshua's little fuckpet gave a pathetic little whinny and closed his eyes while shaking his head, trying to avoid the quickening volume of male frosting that drenched his mane and fur in warm gay sogginess.

The human smiled as he watched it play out, beginning to sing in a snickering tone. "The itsy bitsy pony climbed up the waterspout. Down came the cum and washed the sissy out. Out comes the cocks to cover up your mane, so the itsy bitsy slutty was smothered by the spout again!"

The horse squeaked out and struggled as the thick droplets of spoo dropped on him and matted his fur like sexy snow, turning him white in some places as the viscous clumps stuck to his body like molasses shampoo and dripped like thawing honey onto the marble floor.

A thick white slurry of yiff yogurt flowed down his body as each huge deposit drenched his head in a blob of hot steamy male juice. It coated his face so thickly at times that he nearly suffocated, blowing big cum bubbles from his nose and mouth like giant pulsing pimples.

Pretty soon, the viscous collection of fluids had filled his upper body and made him totally blind as though he were a hooded falcon. The human snickered loudly as Frank found himself encased in a thick sheen of cum as if he were a melting wax sculpture left out in the sun. In the blindness of his spooge cocoon, he felt several hands rubbing the mess into his fur and mane or up into his tail like shampoo as tongues licked and tasted his musky sex poncho.

Perhaps at this point his blushing was no longer visible, but he was humiliated all the same. Here he was, a sexy bold stallion who had investigated more asses than a clinical proctoscope, and he was being doused in enough ejaculate to run a multi-species breeding farm well into the next century!

At times, he had moments where it was difficult to breathe as bubbles constantly popped in his face as he gasped for air in each little respite. This whole episode was probably the most fucked up thing that had happened to him.

Frank felt the covering begin to congeal like gravy, hardening into a wiggly warm shell somewhat comparable to lard.

Joshua stood up deftly and stopped the flow of ejaculate as he pushed between the ponies to make air holes in the black stud's nostrils just as the male pudding had hardened on his sleek body into an unrecognizable mass like a cummy mummy.

This was a rare treat for the sissies, as they were always hungry for fresh loads and had never made a full meal of it before. When their appetites had sufficiently uncovered the pretty prize beneath, Josh pushed the fail-safe button on the frame of the horseshoe which would unhitch all the bondage cuffs to release the trapped subject.

Naturally, the slimy stallion fell down on all fours in exhaustion while sissy horses still licked all over his mushy body.

Opting not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Joshua chose to look him in the ass instead. He took the cum-covered mare-makers and balled them up while he lifted that heavy sodden wet tail to the side. Satisfied with his peek, he stuffed the wet sticky lingerie up the stallion's unused ass like a cleaning plunger for a muzzle-loading cannon, getting the panties and his arm up that tush to the elbow while making the stallion slut shriek in surprise.

Within a moment or two, the spooge coating of the delicates melted off, leaving his highly absorbent anal walls exposed to the hormone saturated fabric like a flood of sexual intoxication that left the horse weak with delirium.

Frank fell to his belly on the tile, unable to support himself as a shy blush developed on his face and his pony nub started to poke out like a giant thumb from his sheathe.

Joshua flipped the pretty tail to the side to stare at those delicious rump cheeks and the sexy cum-covered nugget beneath, beautiful tailhole gasping up at him like the mouth of a fish while the human stared and smiled.

Even as that tiny cute donut dripped melted confectioner's glaze, he felt tempted to try it. As the horse had been doused in natural lube, this wasn't hard. While the stud came under the coying submissive power of the mare chemicals soaking into his sponge-like rectum, Josh easily poked a finger inside that small opening.

He gasped silently while he felt it snuggly grip him within using some kind of slutty vacuum. His thoughts were horny and mesmerized as he wondered what it would feel like to have his dick in this special palfrey pretty.

After the panties lowered his inhibitions like sexy alcohol, Frank was practically worthy of being a whore as his rear seemed almost to beg for hot loads of seed to fill it. When he withdrew his finger, he heard a loud wet slurp as if that toasty butt had been enjoying spaghetti. It was a delicious cute little pop and Josh savored it while he worked his semi-erect pillar to fullness, the trophy of a lifetime oozing cum and gulping with impatience before him.

He would soon feed his meat into that cramped claustrophobic cockwarmer and the lovemare would surely enjoy it since his ass was such a keen target for Josh's arrow.

Looking down, he noticed his fortune as the horse had been laying prone along the ground in such a way that entry into that sleek cum oozing butt would be the tightest as his rump cheeks were gripped together and his legs were touching as though they were bound by duct tape.

The human licked his lips and got on his knees, resting his butt and crotch on the back of the horse's slime-covered thighs and pointed his dick downward; a trick easy for some species but impossible for stallions.

Out of kindness and a touch of perversity on his part, he gathered some of the stale cum from Frank's back and covered his cock in it like viscous lube. Strings of it were dripping down his member like it were melting.

Joshua sighed and put his tip to the ponies' opening but was soon frustrated. With the tight buttocks hiding his prize and all the slimy spooge on his tip and shaft, it felt like he was trying to fuck a pool toy on top of a Slip N' Slide, unable to locate that elusive but tiny hole.

He felt it numerous times, but couldn't land on it properly to make his jelly roll stick inside. Instead, it was more like an awkward nerdy virgin trying to find a girl's clitoris or pin the tail on the donkey blindfolded and drunk. His cock bounced around like a rubber ball until his tip finally rested in the center of the equine's hot volcano.

Without actually penetrating, he could feel the stud's furnace-like body heat through the tightly taut flesh of booty. Gripping those fat sexy cheeks in his hands, he pulled them aside to see the bubbling little snow-covered mountain between as he set his cock to the naughty opening and pumped his hips inside.

Frank's body immediately jumped with surprise and the horse gave a resigned shy nicker like a mare as Josh's breath froze in his lungs from the powerful sensation of fucking his first horseass.

He could count on both hands the number of species' butts he had rutted, but horse. . .it was the tightest and most amazing thing he felt. It was even better than being sucked off by a horse. Josh realized that given the choice between heads and tails in the cafe area, he should have done tails instead. Pony ass felt way hotter and luxuriant than the lips and all that contained within.

Once he was fully immersed in the furnace, a snug grip of juicy rear, Frank looked backwards at him with just one curious eye, but Josh could clearly tell by the bitch boi's willing coyness that the horse was enjoying his rump rutting.

The way he was angled must have been a madness of pleasure to the pony, as Josh's member was jabbing at the engorged prostate like a deft fiery spear.

Despite whimpers of protest from the sluttified mare, the human pulled his cock out of that hungry butt before he slammed it in again even harder. He went through a small series of slow provocative thrusts until he was satisfied that he had widened the tight butthole enough for harsher treatment.

"Get ready, mare." Joshua purred out with a snicker before he stuffed that hot ass and stabbed in and out viciously with his seven inches of firm maleness like a vibrating jackhammer that shook the undignified horse and drilled his cute tush wider.

Joshua drooled as the tight walls of equine ass slid up and down his shaft or the throbbing muscular buttocks gripped his sliding cock in a hot fleshy embrace. His tip felt the pillowy anal balloons inflate or deflate every time he buried himself in those darkened depths.

A sudden smell of horse anus wafted to his nose and made him want to breed his filly even faster. The sexy black concubine moaned out in need like a cow in heat as his toasty rear end was devastated by Josh's human tool, the ragged gasping butt now considerably looser and stretched to tameness.

In five minutes of wild sprigging, Frank no longer felt like a virgin but his deep ass sure loved to accommodate and suck on whatever was stuffed up there. If the pony belonged to him forever, Josh would never let that cute butt leave the house without a thick vibrator to pacify it or panties to rub on those sleek lovely ass cheeks and balls.

If trying to find the horse's gooey anus was like poking at a pool toy, fucking into his ass was like penetrating a greasy stack of tiny inflated plastic water wings drizzled in a gallon of mineral oil.

Despite popping the slutty steed's little virgin cherry into submission, it was still amazing that it held his organ with such stubborn elasticity like an anal Chinese Finger Trap for cocks.

The ecstasy of being buried in that ass was indescribable. As his cock slurped wetly in that throbbing hole, it sounded like the rapid whooping of a small helicopter. It was delicious and nasty the way the noise accentuated the act of sexual domination, leaving the human desiring nothing else but getting his organ even deeper in the pulsing sphincter of those warm canals.

With the greedy mare passages sucking hard on his erect flesh like a mouth and those inner muscles coursing on his shaft like a wild river, he didn't have much time before he'd explode.

After ten minutes of good hard mounting, the ebony equine shrieked with a shrill whinny and came all over his belly like the whore he was. The pulsing of that orgasm through Frank's folds were hell on Josh's friction-filled cock as his loins sung with an uneasy powerful tickle that tingled up his shaft and crotch, driving him mad with a hyper sensitive epiphany of deliciousness.

Joshua grunted and let out a deep sigh as his meager squirts of human seed spattered inside the thirsty cock cave. It was his most intense orgasm, stealing all his strength and making him flop tiredly on the stud's back like a feral stallion might do on a mare he just bred.

His body was hot and sweaty, cock still buried in the studmare's inner workings and leaving him in a resigned delirium of post-sex heaven. Josh licked and nibbled those pretty horse ears and felt his hand up and down Frank's sticky hot flesh.

"You are beautiful. I came here for pleasures of the body, but I found a passionate challenge for my skill as a kinky top. Even if I cannot have your body, I know I own your heart."

Then they were asleep together for the night between bedsheets of cum.

What came of their exploits is a tale for another day at "The Brokeback Saloon."

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This was one of three stories commissioned by VideoGame30. Initially, he wanted a stripping scene but I declined that as I had already done that idea twice and was tired of it. So instead, we got into a brainstorming session with a couple of friends of mine and came out with this. Everything your reading is through hard work with multiple people, including dedication by the commissioning hyenafur himself. Special thanks to Nocturnal_Lupus for reviewing and spellchecking, as well as others who read my scraps and pushed me along to completion.

Finally, I hope you enjoyed reading this story and you should thank VideoGame30 for it as he was the one who paid for it and kept me motivated through the whole ordeal of languishing creativity.