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"Pony boy's awake." The orc's statement is met with a groan from the equine, bound to the floor and still rather groggy from the sleeping dart still sticking out of his hindquarters. Drowned out rather quickly by cheers from the small group of orcs nearby, who almost as one stop what they were doing and head towards the bound stallion.

From his position on the floor the horse blinks, still only just rising from unconsciousness, but getting roused a little quicker than natural by the none-too-subtle stomps of the half-dozen green skinned orcs tramping towards him. His head is barely lifting from the floor when a pair of large green hands grip on to his neck and yank upwards, dragging the equine's long muzzle upwards with a rather aggravated snort.

"You best behave or you'll get a right hidin', pony boy." The orc gripping onto the stallion's neck leans right down to the equine's ear, a little drip of saliva dropping onto that sensitive lobe and drawing a reflexive shiver. Going for another snort right after, earning him a swift punch in the flank from another of the hulking figures and causing his snort to turn to more of a whimper. Legs straining against their bindings as the stallion tries and fails to stand, all limbs well secured with thick rope.

"Uh uh, see what you did? Now you be a good boy and we'll let you go, once we're all good and done." One of those strong hands has released the equine's neck, now holding onto his chin with enough force that the horse can almost feel his jaw bones start to creak. Certainly enough to cause him to go rather wide-eyed, but he still has enough wherewithal to heed the instruction this time and stay silent. Earning a chuckle and a rather rough pat on the neck. "There, just like that."

The stallion can't help but give another brief snort as one of the orcs - nude, just like the rest - none-too-gently grips the dock of his tail and yanks upwards to reveal his prime equine pucker. Shuddering right after, though whether due to the three fingers unceremoniously shoved into his back passage or the lead orc's hands tightening round his nuzzle is unclear. That orc tuts a little, shaking his head as he stares down at the equine.

"I thought we was clear. Gotta put that mouth to better use." Any explanations of how that doesn't work for horses would be lost on the orc, not that he would likely care anyway as he positions his hands to hold the stallion's mouth open as wide as he can. Showing enough strength that he could probably pop that jaw off with ease should he desire, a thought not lost on the equine. "Le's try again. Be good, and don't give me no teeth, or you're gonna lose them."

With how the stallion is bound on the ground the lead orc has to kneel down to get the appropriate angle. But when he does he wastes no time in thrusting his thick cock right into the horse's open mouth, not letting go with his hands until his crotch is pressing up against the stallion's lips. The horse can hardly avoid the rather potent scent of the orc now, eyes rolling as he inhales, tastes their shaft, and has his ass spread ever further by those thick digits. Once again he does an admirable job of following the orc's instruction, keeping his mouth open and letting them slowly slide their meaty member along his tongue.

"Done this before, pony boy?" The orc takes the opportunity to rub their shaft across every inch of the equine's mouth that he can reach. Making the whole of that damp maw smell at least vaguely of randy male orc, not to mention the residual taste left for the stallion. Whose tongue even starts to curl just a little around that member, mostly to reach some itchy patches on the roof of his mouth but very easily misconstrued by the orc. Who of course does, giving the stallion some rather forceful pats on the head. "Knew ya'd done it before."

The thrusting of cock into mouth and fingers into ass continues, the other orcs not content to wait around and slowly jerking their rigid members as they watch. One gets the bright idea to straddle the equine's back, much like he was riding them, and slides his cock over the stallion's slightly rough back. Another goes for the sheath, swollen despite the stallion's best attempts, and tries to angle their cock into that dark pouch. Somewhat tricky in their current position, and after a few moments even that orc can see their efforts are futile. Cock gets replaced by hand as he reaches in, rummaging around in there and searching for the blunt head of the equine's own shaft.

It's almost a minute of this that passes before the orc to the rear pulls his fingers out. Forming a fist instead, pressing right up against that equine donut and almost punching forward with enough force to sink his arm in up to the elbow. Being so suddenly stretched inevitably causes the stallion to whinny in surprise and pain, and to his immediate horror his jaw reflexively clamps shut round the lead orc's cock. Teeth pressing against the surface if only for a moment, but enough to leave an imprint in the green flesh.

"Argh! You- stupid- horse!" Pulling his cock from the stallion the lead orc punctuates his words with punches to the equine's muzzle, holding it mostly in place with his other hand. All the others give a little chuckle at the sight, not interrupting their own activities though. That fist continuing to slide in-and-out of the stallion's rear, tears beginning to fall from both the stretching and the hitting. Yanking his face up again the lead orc stares down, glaring at the equine with a look of rather considerable anger.

"Guess I'll just use a hole without any teeth then!" Equine eyes go wide as the stallion looks up, the whites visible as his body shudders with fear. Expecting an orcish fist similar to the one currently stretching his rear to come smashing into his face, keeping his mouth firmly clamped shut in a vain attempt to avert his fate. Though the squeal that follows is laced with terror as the equine finally sees the orc's true intention.

That thick, saliva-slickened shaft prods up against the stallion's left nostril. The head is just small enough to fit into that rather damp hole, getting about an inch in before the cartilage and bone halts the orc's progress. That's nowhere near sufficient for the randy orc though, who tries a few times to thrust deeper but only achieving a few extra centimetres. Sliding his wet cock along the equine's cheek more often than up against their nose.

Changing tack those strong green hands come back to grip the back of the equine's head, holding firm round each ear. This time he lodges his shaft in, ignoring the indignant snort from the stallion, and starts to pull the horse's head towards him. Gradually increasing the force, both shaft and furry muzzle quivering slightly, the other orcs watching on with various degrees of awe and lust. Grins widening whenever they hear a whimper from the equine, those with hands in various orifices pumping those holes all the harder.

For a few moments it seems like the orc will be denied, rock-hard shaft not enough to break through the equine's face. Undeterred he just pulls all the harder, cock straining against the nostril it's wedged into. Until with a series of rapid cracks the stallion's resistance finally breaks, along with several bits of his skull, and his nostril is stretched wider than it ever has in a fraction of a second. Forced to be orc cock sized, bones breaking and flesh tearing as his nose slams into the orc's crotch to a chorus of cheers and roar of satisfaction from the nostril fucker.

Almost drowned out by the noisy orcs is the muffled scream from the stallion. Muffled by the now obviously cock-filled nostril, bulge visible along the side of his head, moving as the orc pulls back. His green shaft is now stained with red, the equine's sanguine fluid flowing from his ruined nostril now that it's no longer plugged with cock. Which it is a moment later, the orc using his grip on the back of the equine's head to use that broken nostril like a fleshlight, sliding it back-and-forth and using the stallion's blood and snot as a makeshift lube, along with his own pre.

The tears are falling constantly now from the horse, who barely notices when the arm in his ass is replaced by a cock. His own ebony shaft is roughly pulled from its housing, that orc testing his own cock against the equine's cum-slit for a few moments before giving up and just frotting against it instead. All feelings which are buried beneath the enduring pain from his face, only getting worse as each thrust of thick cock messes up his nostril all the more. Stretching, tearing, delicate blood vessels bursting, and pre flowing where it really shouldn't.

While the equine sniffles slow over time the tears don't stop flowing, salty water dripping to the ground almost as quickly as the crimson liquid dripping from his nose whenever the orcish shaft pulls back. The orc of course doesn't care about anything except the exquisitely tight hole wrapped round his cock, strong hands keeping the equine's head still through all attempts to shake, shiver, and jerk away from the source of his torment.

In a way that tightness is both a blessing and a curse to the stallion. A curse as each hard thrust is as painful as the last, every entry of green cock into his nostril seemingly finding more of his nose to ruin. But a blessing as before long the orc's grunts grow louder, thrusts get harder, and then he's slamming the equine's head against his crotch with a guttural growl as he sprays his hot seed deep inside the stallion's skull.

A stallion who can only wince, getting the vague feeling of some rather hot fluid splashing round deep inside of his head. Eyes rolling back, more white than black at this point, body trembling as much as it can in its restraints. The orc in his ass finishes at almost the same time, his rectum getting a hosing of the same thick fluids now coating deep inside his nasal passage. As does his shaft, sack, and back a few seconds later, barely registering the discomfort of having his jet black member squeezed tightly against an orc's as the two orcs by his cock and on his back also unload their hot spooge over the stallion.

Once the four orcs are drained they pull away from the now rather cum-stained stallion, whose head flops to the floor once the lead orc releases it. Blood still slowly dripping, mixed now with the slightly thicker orcish seed that had been planted just a few moments past. Reaching down the lead orc gives the stunned equine a pat, grinning as he surveys the damage his shaft had done. "Not so tight a fit now, pony boy. I'll get that other hole there, don't you worry." Which of course ensures the equine would do nothing but worry, even as the rest of the band sated their lusts in more conventional ways, the memory of his most painful nosebleed going to live long in the stallion's memory.