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Secrets that aren't Secrets

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Mugs

Mugs groaned. On a Friday night, the dappled grey stallion anthro might well have liked to be home relaxing, but, well, someone rather had him trussed up at that time, even if the horse considered himself very fortunate that Jamie had not broken out the bondage gear that time. The collie, well...hm.

There was a lot to say about her. Namely in how she had blackmailed him and Sam, all so the pictures of Sam and him together wouldn't come out. Sam... Well, it had come out, at least between the two of them, that Sam was questioning his sexuality, but he most certainly wasn't "out" at all about it - much less to his family. The stallion didn't know how to do it, didn't know if he even wanted to, things rocky there at the best of times. In a sense, for Sam, it would add more fuel to the fire of an already tumultuous relationship, just another bullet of ammunition to be used against him. Thankfully for Sam, he had moved out of that environment into his own apartment, which helped in a way.

Still, cutting ties with family or getting them down to a level that he was comfortable with was not easy at all for the stallion. Standing on such uncertain ground meant that he would have to take a leap of faith, one way or another, eventually.

He was happy being gay, yes, that much was fine. Being forced to be "straight" to have sex with Janie and do whatever her depraved, kinky little mind cooked up, not so much though. Not so much at all. The only reason he went along with things was to keep Sam's secret, but as the stallion stepped out from the shadow of his family, things on that side did appear to be stabilising.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to stand up against Janie, not when it would have meant shoving Sam into the unknown before he was ready to go there himself.

That was why he was on his knees, thrusting up into her pussy while Sam filled his tail hole. If he hadn't been face to face with the collie, he would have been able to forget that she had even orchestrated the whole thing, nickering and concentrating only on the deep stretch under his tail, how it pressed deeper and deeper. As if it was just him and Sam.

And it was there that the stallion gave in just a little more, on the floor of Janie's living room, a place that had become so familiar to him. They'd all fucked so often that it was easier and easier to give in to the pleasures of the flesh, gasping, grunting, pretending, in a way, that lust was all that was there, no force. Whether it was forced or not, at least for him, was up for contention anymore, though it was on Sam that his focus lay.

The stallion had been working out, perhaps trying to sweep the worries of all that was happening to him, his changing place in life, under the rug, and had grown muscled, wonderfully son. Mugs could have spent hours just adoring his body, sweeping his hands over those strong, cannonball shoulders (okay, well, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but they were nicely rounded) and down his back, admiring his tone, his physique. Sometimes, he even thought that Sam was contracting and flexing just for him, trying to show off. But Mugs had to put that down to a little bit of his imagination.

Still, it was something he could revel in, the carnal nature of the stallion thrusting into his tail hole, spearing him full, though they had swapped through both top and bottom roles under Janie's charge before, flip-flopping back and forth. There didn't seem to be any hierarchy between the horses and that suited Mugs just fine, the horse grunting and rocking back into every one of Sam's thrusts, just losing himself. He wasn't even so sure that he wanted to be found anymore.

"Ah, fuck... Mugs..."

His name on Sam's lips. Would that ever stop being sweet?

"Ahhhh, yes! Harder, you stud!" Janie howled, spoiling the moment. "Fuck me harder - use that fucking big prick of yours!"

God, had she been watching pornos or something? Probably was just trying to make them feel uncomfortable, Mugs decided, though he was close to orgasm anyway and it was not as if he was in a position to not give her what she wanted. The taste of her still lingered on his lips from when he'd had to give her oral earlier, but he tried to ignore the aroma of it, how it clung somewhere to his upper lip, as he thrust and thrust. Every stroke of his cock filled her completely, his large, grey-skinned balls swinging back and forth, grunting and heaving, letting Sam fuck him and fill him too. When he was more focused on fucking and pleasing Janie, there was only so much he could do for Sam too, for which he was sorry.

Trying to get the howling, squirming collie in his lap off more quickly, he grabbed onto her, holding her down on his cock even as he thrust up, her legs wrapped around him, one paw managing to get down between their bodies. She whined almost as if she was begging - but Janie never begged - and he pressed down on her clit, giving her all the rough stimulation that the canine could ever have craved.

"Ah, yes... Yes, yes - ohhhhh!"

Tipping her forcibly over the edge, Mugs panted heavily, nostrils flaring, the head of his cock plumping up on the precipice of orgasm. He couldn't hold back, not as the collie climaxed with a howl, her pussy so tight around his cock that it formed a milking kind of suction, clenching and closing on his shaft. The head thickened into a flatter, mushroom-shaped tip, and he bellowed as he slammed into her, losing control of himself as long, hot ropes of his cream flooded the collie's pussy.

Sam, however, did not get off that time and Mugs came back to himself in time to realise that the stallion's hands were rubbing his shoulders gently, almost as if the other stallion was trying to ease the tension from his muscles. Mugs nickered a tired reply, nostrils fluttering, spending his load into the collie as thick rivulets of cum squelched lewdly back down the length of his shaft, drooling out of the point where their bodies joined. With how much cock the dog could take she should have been popular with a lot of bigger anthros, he mused to himself, but she had chosen to take those she could control instead. That said a lot about her, to be fair, but nothing Mugs wanted to go into.

As long as he had Sam pressed to his back, warm and solid and comforting, he was okay. He could be okay, if Sam was there too.

Sam kissed the back of his neck as he pulled out, though Mugs didn't make any comment on that. He did not dare, not wanting to break the moment. The collie huffed and groaned, muttering something about going for a shower. At least for that, the shower was too small for all three of them to get into (she'd already tried) so they wouldn't be "needed". Mugs bristled at that thought. To be whored out like that and used... It wasn't him. His cock dripped with her juices even as it softened and he grabbed one of Janie's towels, which were lying around when they were fucking like bunnies after several messy earlier times, to wipe off his dick.

"You didn't cum that time," Mugs said, though it didn't feel like the sort of thing that he should have been pointing out to Sam. "Are you sure..."

He'd almost asked Sam if he wanted a hand - but that wasn't a point at which their relationship was at. Shrugging, he waved his hand, saying "forget it" without actually pronouncing the words, standing even as he cast a smile back at Sam. If Sam wanted help or a hand with anything, he would surely ask for it. With everything going on, it wasn't Mugs' place to force him into anything.

And yet he was thirsty, so thirsty, licking his lips as he wandered through from the living area into the hallway and the small kitchen. A glass was already on the counter and he grabbed at it carelessly, filling it with water straight from the tap. Some were funny about drinking water that didn't come from the tap, but, well, he'd always done it like that. Some parts of the country were okay for it and others weren't, that's all there was to that. And he wasn't going to be precious about where his water came from.

Tipping the glass back, he glugged, draining it. Wiping the back of his paw across his mouth, he filled it again, watching the bubbling rush of water hit it, streaming swiftly to the top. Damn, Sam really had gotten him worked up...

"Mugs..."

Mugs pricked his ears, pausing at the sink. Was the flush in his cheeks too obvious?

"Yeah? Sam? You alright?"

He croaked out, laughing a little at himself, making a pretence of his creaky voice being simply because he needed a drink. It took more than merely moaning, however, for the stallion to lose his voice. Sam didn't need to know that, however, and Mugs doubted that he remembered it from the time that they were together.

The stallion crept into the kitchen, hushing him, walking carefully as if he was taking great care to put one hoof down after the other without making any noise at all. Mugs widened his eyes, leaning back against the counter, which had a chip in it. The kitchen was small, practically a square, with little counter space and only a few cupboards around the appliances. He much preferred his own.

There, however, he was trapped, albeit confused, with Sam between him and the door, the stallion looming into his vision. Acutely, Mugs was aware that he was still naked, though that should not have been a point of embarrassment at all for him. No, he was more than used to being nude around Sam, and Janie too, though it felt different in the kitchen. His shaft was still pushed from its sheath, drooping softly, yet he could have been ready to go at a moment's notice, if needed.

There, their nudity was more intimate than ever.

Mugs held his breath.

Sam clenched his jaw, determination sparking in his eyes. Oh, how Mugs wished that that didn't make his heart lurch as it did. He should have been past that. He should have been well past it. Only, he wasn't.

"Yeah?" He tried to act nonchalant. "What is it? Are you okay?"

"I don't care if she does shit anymore."

Mugs blinked. He hadn't been expecting to hear that. He hadn't been expecting to hear anything like that at all.

"What?" He worked his jaw, unable to get the words out properly. "Uh... Are you sure?"

It almost made everything that they had gone through a non-issue, his heart pounding, though he didn't know what to think as Sam nodded. Should he be relieved? Should he be angry? After all, he had fucked Janie a ton and, well, that didn't make him any less gay! Or did it? Mugs still wasn't sure where he was on the gay-straight-bi line (if it even was a line at all), but he did know that he wouldn't have fucked that rat of a collie if he'd had any say in the matter. Just because she wanted horse dick did not make it so that he wanted her pussy too!

Sam, however, swallowed hard and came in closer, trapping him against the counter. Mugs held his breath, afraid to breathe.

"Yeah..." Sam said slowly, taking his time to come out with the words. "I'm sorry I put you through all this. I just... It's wrong. It's all fucked up and it's wrong. I've got to face the music of whatever comes, but I can't just keep doing this, doing it to you... Coming here and fucking Janie, even though you're here too... You're the only thing that made this bearable."

Mugs gulped, heat rising to his cheeks, ears pricked.

"Jeez, well... Uh..."

Ohhhh, so eloquent! He couldn't get the words out at the point that it mattered the most, but perhaps words did not matter as much as the stallion thought they did, not as Sam pressed in closer, his body up against Mugs'. Mugs coughed and snorted, turning his head back and forth, but he couldn't go anywhere, not as Sam's lips brushed his and he moaned, hungrily leaning into the kiss without even thinking about it. For there did not have to be a moment of thought when it felt that right, clasping Sam to him tightly as he kissed him as if the breath they shared between them was the breath of life itself.

It felt good. And Sam had initiated the kiss!

All those old feelings that he had tried to bury, that he had realised were flickering back up to the surface again as Janie controlled them and forced them together... Well, he couldn't hold them down forever. And, it seemed, neither could Sam, the stallion grinding against him, his cock swelling back to its full, hard length, the head flaring as if he was going to cum just from grinding against Mugs' stomach and sheath. Mugs couldn't help himself, twirling his thick, fleshy tongue around Sam's with all the dexterity he could pull into the slippery appendage. He was rewarded by a thrust and an urgent grind from Sam, but they had to remember that they were not in either of their homes. They were not safe there.

But they could be.

"Hey... Hey, mmph... Fuck, Sam... Yes, I want this...you... But we've got to... Ah..." Mugs moaned, breaking the kiss only for Sam's lips to latch onto his neck and suck, teeth nibbling so very sweetly, not making any more distance between them at all. "Are you...sure...about this?"

Sam drew back, his eyes serious.

"Yes. I'm done with this, done with everything. I've got to get out of this. I've got to get you out of this."

Mugs' heart pounded.

"And what does that mean...for us?"

Sam blushed, waving his paw in the air as if that would be enough to dissipate the heat from his cheeks.

"Um... I hope..." He ducked his head shyly. "I...hope we'll find out. Coffee?"

Mugs grinned, grabbing Sam's paw and bringing it to his lips for a kiss as Sam all but squealed delightedly.

"I'd love to - I still know your favourite place, the little artisan one that was next to the sushi place. They left though, but the coffee shop is still there."

The time to make plans, however, was not yet upon the horses - not when they were still in Janie's small home and had to make sure that she wouldn't pull anything more on them. For there were tangled threads still to sort out, even though the stallions could be better than others at, say...

...Tying things up?

A little payback, after all, seemed to be in order.

"Hey, boys..."

The collie sprawled across the sofa in what she presumed was a fetching manner, her tail draped off to the side and her pussy drooling an obvious mixture of horse cum and her arousal.

"You took too long," she grumbled, though Janie didn't even bother getting up. "One of you... Get between my legs."

Sam nodded, taking one for the team as he knelt before the sofa, wilful and obedient, all so the dog wouldn't think there was anything amiss. It wasn't so bad if he focused only on the horse cum drooling out of the collie, the thick, musky taste of it, how there was something earthen in it too, almost like he was savouring a cologne. But that was just the horse's mind at work as he suckled his lips around her clit and pressed down hard, letting the natural suction of his mouth and the thickness of his velvety lips do the work.

"Ohhh, yes," Janie moaned, arching up lewdly against him, unaware of Mugs moving in the background. "Yes... Suck my clit, you fucking stud! You - arrrrgggghhhh!"

But Mugs was too quick for her, lunging over the back of the sofa with a length of soft, red rope in his hands, tasselled at either end. That would have to do, however, as he tackled her off the furniture, twisting around her on the ground, two naked bodies writhing as they each fought for the upper hand.

"Agh! Get off me - what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

It was rich to hear Janie talking like that, but Mugs wrestled her paws behind her back without much trouble at all, despite her filthy mouth. Whereas she was fit, she wasn't fit enough to match up against two stallions who'd been working out and had a vendetta against her - rather for fair reason after she had been blackmailing them for, well, months. Mugs shuddered, binding her paws tightly, the forearms against one another, wrapping the rope around and around and sliding it back through the knot so that the tie-off points were kept far away from twitching, questing fingers. Sam took care of her ankles, though that was with Janie's shirt, twisting it around and around, very tightly. It was not the best bondage, to be fair, but it was enough to shut her up and keep her controlled, which was all the two horses needed at that moment.

"You two are going to fucking pay for this," Janie growled, eyes darkening, even the red brown of her fur and markings looking darker as she seethed and threw herself back and forth, straining to break free. "How tight did you do these fucking knots? You're going to fucking regret all of this when I release those photos! And the goddamn video!"

"Do it."

Her jaw dropped.

"Excuse me?"

Sam shook his head, staring her down.

"You've done more than enough here, Janie," he grunted, ears pinned, every inch the picture of a disgruntled equine who had had more than enough. "Give it a rest. What do you think everyone is going to think of you for releasing those things? You're just a blackmailing bitch."

"And it's about time you got a taste of your own medicine," Mugs added, coming up alongside Sam, to stand with him. "You like horses? Well, have fun fucking watching them then!"

He grinned, rubbing Sam's sheath, a paw in his mane, pulling his head back so that he could get at the stallion's unprotected neck, beautifully exposed. And yet they were riding a high that they had never gotten before, the thrill of finally being free of the bitch coursing through them, more potent than any drug or alcohol.

Janie screamed and cursed as the stallions humped and ground against one another, trading kisses and touches, no longer caring that they and their bodies were on display. To them, it did not matter anymore, not when they were finally taking the power back into their own control.

And it was good, so very good, to Mugs to get Sam back under him, rubbing his cock up against the other stallion's, the long lengths of meat bobbing and pulsing with raw lust.

"Unff..." Sam moaned, eyes half-lidded, though he craned his neck even as he was pinned on his back with his legs bent and splayed a little out to the sides, as if he wanted to see everything still. "Fuck... Mugs..."

"Shush," Mugs moaned, pushing over him, running his paw teasingly up the horse's cock with one hand even as he presented his shaft to the stallion's tail hole with the other. "You don't have to fucking talk and shit for her anymore. It's not a performance... Just you and me."

It was easier, when their eyes were locked onto each other, ignoring Janie's screams and threats and howls, for the collie dog truly was powerless to do anything to them. Power was held in an individual, after all, and it had only been their situation that had given her so much power in the first place. He thrust, pushing slowly into Sam's backside, his thick member stretching him out more and more. He'd already been inside Sam once that "session" anyway and he revelled in the notion that there would be plenty more times just between them to come, all without Janie.

That bitch could have her fun elsewhere... Or they would do what they could to make sure that she never again hurt anyone else.

Mugs didn't know how he could do that, not as he gave in to the pleasures of the flesh, his body bucking and thrusting instinctively, already knowing just how Sam liked it. That was the beauty of having spent so much time together so far, even if it had been under Janie's coercion. Even her shrieks were perfect, making him laugh, bending further and further over the stallion, forcing his flexible, long, gorgeous legs back even further, driving deep.

Sam moaned, trying to rock up to meet him, but he was pinned there, helpless to do anything more. Panting heavily, he tried to squirm, but Mugs bore down against him even harder, smirking as he trapped him playfully in place. And yet it was a good kind of being trapped, as if he was safe there, being held securely, and he relished in it, letting everything else go, forgetting all that had happened.

It was too good as the horse thrust and thrust, filling him deeply with every stroke, though Sam swore with a nicker that he could already feel the thick head of Mugs' cock plumping up, swelling with the need to cum. His own shaft bobbed above his belly, hard and wanting, but Mugs was there to take care of it, jacking him off quickly, though it was not up to Sam when he tipped over the edge.

"Unff... Fuck..." Sam groaned, twisting his head back and forth. "Harder... Oh, please..."

"Mmm, you want me to cum in you," Mugs teased, lips tickling Sam's neck, the horse's sweaty coat dampening in dark, luscious patches. "You want me to fucking fill you up..."

It was good to let loose, to get back to what was real, sussing out what they wanted, what felt good, what words suited them. And it was all in the realm of experimentation, Mugs smirking at just how Sam quivered under him at those words, words that could have been too harsh. Yet they hit all the right notes, just as they were intended to, the collie panting heavily and trying to scoot closer and closer to them.

"Come on, boys..." She begged, her eyes dark and wide, plaintive. "Please... Let me join, I mean, come on... I won't do anything, I was only messing around."

Alas, for her crimes against them, the collie was destined to be a voyeur to their lust, having brought them together and then being forced to see them take all that they wanted from each other. Pre-cum drooled thickly from Mugs' shaft as he gave Sam's dick a break for the moment, not wanting to spill his cream too quickly. No, that would have to be a huge load when it came, erupting in the best of ways.

But that didn't mean that he couldn't give Sam what he wanted, pounding his backside with ruthless intent, deeper and deeper, his balls smacking and bouncing off the stallion's arse with every stroke. Janie was whimpering, trying to squirm in closer on her belly with her arms behind her back and nose shoved into the carpet, but Mugs didn't care about her. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted and he would carry on with everything else, slamming into Mugs as the stallion cried out his name.

Orgasm, when it came, erupted through him, cum spurting forth, his balls aching, spending his load pulse after pulse deep within Sam's backside. It felt like his strongest orgasm in weeks, even though Sam had been in his mind more and more, but he couldn't help himself, leaning far over the stallion to make sure that every drop of seed was forced right up where it belonged.

"Unff..."

But he still had to draw back to see the delicious cream-pie that had been left in Sam's arse, the last spurts of cum drooling out across his backside, marking his hole. Mugs moaned, rolling his head down, rounding his shoulders, arms quivering as he strained to brace himself over Sam.

"Sam... Mmmm..."

Sam stole a kiss from his panting lips that Mugs tried to return, though every pulse of the stallion's tail hole forced out more and more seed, more than should have been reasonable. Yet it was too much, his body overstimulated, though Mugs' cock could not even soften in the aftermath. He was too needy, too desperate for more, riding a high like no other.

He took a moment to duck down between Sam's legs, running his tongue around the stallion's twitching hole. Oh, it was too delicious for him to give up on too easily, eyes half-lidded as he lost himself in the moment, lapping deeply, eating his own cum directly out of Sam's anal ring. The thick ring of flesh juddered under his touch, though he was right where he wanted to be, sliding his tongue deep into the slick mess, relishing in being able to do that without Janie telling him to instantly do something more to her. The focus, after all, had always been on Janie, always her, only her, the stallions just living sex toys for the dog to pass back and forth as she pleased.

But maybe there was a way for them to tease her while still getting what they longed for from each other, taunting and denying...

Maybe. Cum trickled over Mugs' lips, licking it off, though there was still more than enough of it drooling from Sam's messy tail hole to satisfy the stallion.

"Hey, Sam," he panted, eyes glinting. "Fancy giving the bitch what she wants?"

It was not too much like him to use language like that, but it felt right in the moment, though Sam gave him a look. Mugs leaned in close, the collie whimpering, whispering in Sam's ear.

"Don't cum down her throat."

"Ah, I get it."

Sam grinned, ready to get some payback. He didn't mind fucking her as much as Mugs did, even if that was something that the two of them would have to work out later, Mugs setting the dog up on her knees for Sam. She hung open her mouth for the stallion's cock as Sam thrust deep, penetrating her throat as if it was nothing.

Janie's eyes widened, hacking and gagging on his cock. She hadn't been ready for that, but there was nothing for the stallions to do about that, not when they were treating her as a toy, something to be batted back and forth, just as she had used and abused them. It was not as if she didn't want horse cock, after all - they were just giving it all to her with them in control, in a much rougher way than Janie would have wanted.

"Yeah, Sam, go on," Mugs grunted, leaning in close, holding the back of the collie's head so she couldn't pull away. "Get her... Harder!"

But Sam was revelling in it even more than Mugs, grunting with every thrust as he pounded the collie's throat, seeking only his pleasure and not hers. Even the dog was getting into it, her eyes falling half-lidded as if she was so deep in lust that she was lost in sensation, but it was her tail that was the real tell, wagging back and forth. Coerced and used, it was still somehow in the realm of what she wanted, despite everything.

Sam thrust and thrust, not caring, though Mugs held him back from blowing in her muzzle, only there to taunt her, to use her. The collie whined when Sam finally withdrew from her muzzle, her tongue extending after his cock, the head swollen, though she could not reach it as Mugs yanked her back.

"Oh, please..." She whined, not realising the face of her situation. "Come on... You two are mean..."

"Funny how you're so submissive now, begging like you think you deserve anything, now that you're all tied up, hm?"

Mugs was not above taunting her, for it felt like it was less than everything that she had put the two of them through, the collie grunting and letting her head hang. She might have sworn at them, but Mugs was not truthfully listening.

He laid on his back, letting Sam pull the collie over him so that she lay on top, the horse smirking as his tail lashed. Janie tried to draw back, squirming on top, but Sam was quick to guide her down onto Mugs' cock to stuff her full and keep her quiet.

"Ohhhhh..." Janie moaned. "Fuuuuck..."

Well, she would get that, in a sense. A parting gift where, finally, it was the stallions in control. With her pussy penetrated by Mugs' cock and the collie face down on top of him, that left Sam free to shove his achingly hard cock into her tight tail hole. He didn't care to warm her up first, though no physical harm would come to her, stretching her out and out as she was double-penetrated, forced to accept both their dicks at once.

Yet the horses didn't have their attention on her, not as they kissed voraciously over her shoulder, using the collie like a living sex toy as she was bounced on their cocks. On the bottom, Mugs wasn't best placed to thrust, but he didn't mind that at all, more enjoying giving control over to Sam so that he could ram and grind into the collie's tail hole as much as he pleased.

"Unff... Yes, fuck... Ohhhh!"

Sam's ears splayed, not quite pinned but lust getting the better of him. Every stroke shoved the collie down harder against Mugs, the stallion along for the ride, kissing Sam deeply between moans and grunts and passionate cries. He was aware of the collie's pussy tightening around his cock and Mugs knew it was good - but it was even better to kiss his partner deeply, anticipating all that was to come, to be explored, between them. The collie was just there to satisfy them and their cocks, showing her what she could have had if she was good enough to get a real partner, all without force and coercion.

And it was beautiful to see Sam finally let go, orgasm ripping through him as he pounded Sam's tail hole, stretching it out, his cock plump and ripe to let loose. He screamed out a stallion's neigh, breaking the kiss with Mugs, but the grey stallion was content to be spellbound by his power. That moment might even quite have been a coming-out of sorts for the other horse, but Mugs was more than happy to be there for him every step of the way.

Whether that was spending a huge, pent-up load of cum under a wicked collie's tail or holding each other's paws out in the street, well...he would be there. One way or the other, while they worked out what they wanted things to be between them. Maybe, in the end, they had Janie to thank for making them realise that there were more important things than playing second fiddle to someone who, ultimately, was abusive.

And they could not be blackmailed any longer, not as Mugs stole a tender kiss from Sam's lips, grunting as he spent his load yet again, his cock pouring another climax into the collie's already wet pussy. It was by the by, as he would have much rather have been erupting into the stallion's backside, but Mugs could not deny the pleasure, using her pussy like a cock sleeve for him, a cum dump, something that he was going to leave behind him and never look back.

Janie shuddered and whimpered, her tongue lolling out in a way that they would have been hard-pressed to see as anything other than deliriously happy, though it had been deliberate that Mugs hadn't tried to make her orgasm. Double penetration had been one thing, but, well...she didn't need anything more than that.

After all, Janie had just cared about their orgasms when it benefitted her, hadn't she? Denying her a load of horse cum down her throat and then climax, humiliating her... That was just the start of their payback!

"Your holes full of cum will have to last you," Mugs laughed, slapping her arse as the collie shrieked indignantly, their cocks free of her holes. "Must say, it was a pleasure taking you down a peg or ten..."

"You brutes!" She all but howled. "You can't just not let me get off like that!"

"Oh, but we can," Sam did, getting more into the spirit of things with a half-shy smirk. "And we're going to show you what you've been missing out on! If you'd gone to find yourself a good partner, someone that liked you too, instead of forcing stallions that didn't have a choice!"

She could howl and cry and whimper and scream as much as she liked, but the stallions only had eyes for each other. It took them a while to get hard again, but, frankly, neither cared for the collie was all trussed-up with nowhere to go, the unfortunate voyeur to the lust that she could no longer be a part of. It was her failure to gain consent that led to her being a witness to it that did not consent, after all, all as the stallions kissed and moaned and gave each other the attention that they had longed for all along.

On all fours, Mugs moaned, letting Sam mount him, taking a more dominant role again, though they swapped back and forth comfortably, exploring one another as if for the first time. There would be many more of those times and yet neither was in any rush to get there, not as Sam's cock squeezed into the lightly slick backside of the grey stallion.

"Unff... Sam... That feels..."

But no words were needed, not as they fucked, not as Sam pounded him roughly, crudely, bringing the rise of heat in their bodies to a throbbing crescendo. For it was Janie who was left wanting and denied while they got to satisfy themselves with each other repeatedly, long into the night and the early morning. In fact, neither stallion knew for how long they fucked, only taking breaks to rest and talk, the collie drifting in and out of exhausted sleep when they were quieter. Frankly, Mugs was impressed that she could sleep at all with all that they were forcing her to watch, the heat of denial crawling through her body.

Good. She deserved to be denied. The horses made good use of her fridge though, even partaking in a rather fine wine that they found tucked in the back, a chilled white. Mugs wasn't much of a wine-drinker but neither was he fussy when it was free.

Into the next day, they fucked and reconnected, leaving the time with Janie behind, something so tied up that they would never have to speak of it again. She wasn't worth it, not now that they had come together, something fresh and new kindling between them the horses eager to see where the spark would lead.

And the collie didn't need to be a part of that. She never would.

The collie was sort of untied when they left. They loosened the knots, anyway, so that she could squirm her way out on her own - and the brutal texts that she flooded their phones with afterwards told the tale of her escape soon enough. They hadn't wanted to hurt her, even if they could have, choosing not to abuse the power that had fallen into their paws.

Unlike her. Because they weren't like Janie.

Lying in bed on Sunday night with Sam sprawled, sexually satisfied, across his chest, Mugs smiled and put his paws back behind his head, a smile pulling at his lips.

Despite everything, things had come right in the end. All because of Sam.

And there was no need for secrets that weren't secrets anymore.