Don't Look A Gift Horse
This story contains HARD VORE, do not read if you cannot handle it.
Story (c) Komatose and DeztheWolf
WARNING
This story contains acts and display of hard vore. Please do not read if you have a weak stomach and cannot handle acts of violence, death, gore, and blood consumption.
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Don't Look A Gift Horse...
By Komatose and DeztheWolf © 2012
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"Here you are sir, welcome to Olympic Fitness," said the perky attendant behind the main counter of the simple downtown gym. It was just like any other gym, a place for those who want to maintain and sculpt their forms would come to work hard and make progress.
"Thanks, man, I am so ready to wipe the floor with these wimps! I mean, check me out, I am pretty hard, right? Yeah, you know I am!" The arrogant cougar boasted as he flexed his biceps for the squirrel behind the desk, who just nodded softly to agree with the jock who was trying to show off.
"Oh, yeah man, you got some real progress on you," he said as he tried not to roll his eyes at the cocky mountain cat, who was trying to show off the hard muscles he had, the sleek and sexy six pack of abs, the pumped biceps and firm pecs he was holding on display.
"Ooh yeah! I hope there are folks bigger than me in there, 'cuz I'm gonna put them in their place!" The jock cougar said with a roar as the squirrel pursed his lips and nodded over to the door. "Go ahead, get in there, show them what you are made of, dude." He said as finally the cougar left, but stopped in his tracks, snapping his long tail like a whip and looking back.
"Dude, where's my free towel and bag?" He said with a pissy look on his face, his whiskers twitching as the attendant sighed softly to himself and strolled on over to where the towels and bags were held in a cabinet, opening it and grabbing one of each, bringing them to the counter and handing them over. "There you go, sir. Enjoy your time." He said as he turned and went back to the seat at the desk, waiting for the cougar to use the keycard and get into the gym and leave the foyer, the door locking with a beep.
"Typical jock asshole, I hope he gets his ass handed to him." The squirrel said when the coast was clear, sighing to himself and going back to type away at the computer to finish the new gym member's profile.
The cougar strolled down the hall, feeling like he was hot shit as he knew he was the best. His six pack abs were hard like steel, his pecs and abs bulging enough to make the ladies, and the guys, faint with adoration. His bulge showing from his tight workout shorts that he purposely chose, wanting to show off what he was packing. That really intimidated some of the other guys. He arrived at the main weight room and just rolled his eyes.
"Oh Hell no, this place ain't suited for a winner like me." He said as he put his paws on his hips and twitched his tail in disappointment. Surely, someone hard to be hard like him, he needed someone to compete with, someone to show off to and show that he was the hottest one in the entire gym. He wanted to show off, and he loved the attention, there was no one who could take him on, fearless as ever and high on his own ego. He was on top of the world and this gym was just another step to the the stars where he would be immortalized as a God. In his own mind, at least.
"This gym better look out, because Trent O'Connor is here to take over!" The cougar grinned as he doubled back and strutted toward the lobby again, opening the door and licking his lips as he looked the squirrel over once more. "Oi! Tiny! Where are the lockers?"
The squirrel could not help but sigh as he turned from the computer, entering in the information about the feline's trainer, setting up a schedule. "Go down the hall, the first large entryways are the locker rooms, showers, and beyond is the pool. Anything else?"
"Your number?" The cougar smirked and let his eyes travel over the smaller male, drinking up the curved hips and thin waist. The feline normally aimed his advances at females, but he found a nice fit male to be just as good, as long as he played bitch and worked his ass well. "And when you assign my trainer, just tell him I can be found in the lockers. And he better be a thick assed mother fucker, I want a good challenge, ain't interested in lightweight toothpick vegans." Trent saw the squirrel smirk, but only thought it was because of his charm as he headed through the key carded door and down to the locker room, taking the locker assigned to him before stripping down.
Nude and smirking, the feline strutted his stuff to the large mirrored wall and boxed at his reflection before groping his chest, lifting it and testing the heft of each pectorals weight and size. "Fuck, ain't no one gonna be better than me. Fucking king of the mountains, bitches!" Trent smirked and reached for his balls and soft, uncut dick, large for a feline's, which only fed his ego as he licked his lips, tail tip flicking excitedly. The feline gave a purr as he fondled himself, letting himself get somewhat aroused before he raised both arms up for a Front Double Biceps pose.The cougar was exceptional, that was certain, and he knew it.
But the smirk was wiped quite effectively as he was made to eat the cake he ordered. As Trent let himself enjoy his reflection, he saw another come into the locker room, and this male was immense. Turning only his head, the cat's eyes narrowed as he inspected this new male, a rather thick black and white equine, mane hanging over his face in a flowing fall, tail plaited and the end tucked into the plait so it only hung to his knees. Grumbling, the feline strutted back to his locker and pulled on his workout shorts again, tail flicking to show his annoyance as he snapped the tail strap in place and pulling his fresh tank top on.
The equine however only waved, going to a locker and grabbing a towel and a bottle. sitting on the bench, the Gypsy Vanner pulled all of his mane back into a ponytail, showing his blue eyes as he pumped his arms and chest, jumping up and straightening his tight shorts. The shorts were loose, but loose enough as they did show quite a bulge, causing the cat to pin his ears back as he noticed the horse was packing quite a lot in there, as the saying goes for them.
Trent turned his focus back to the mirror, looking over himself and telling himself that his tone looked better, that he was more ripped and detailed. But it didn't stop his balls to ride up a bit more, rubbing his thick and uncut manhood. And they jumped again as the horse made his way to the feline.
"Ey. Ya mista O'Conna?" The stallion grinned and patted the cat, who was quite a bit shorter, on the back.
"Yo, grass eater, name's O'Connor, get it right, cuz I am gonna be all over the big muscle mags. You may wanna remember me when I hit it big." Trent shrugged the horse's hand from his back and tapped the equine's fist with his in a typical 'bro' manner. "And you are?"
"Oh, name's Durst, and I'm yer traina'. Sorry, I work up me old accent when I am pumped up. Will work on it, Mr. O'Connor." The mountain lion just rolled his eyes a bit, he hated being referred to as "Mister', made him feel old as Hell. "Dude, just call me Trent, got it?" He said as he didn't even bother to put a tank top back on, he wanted to show off his killer trapz, his cut abs, thick chest, and bulging biceps.
"So, Durst, you're training me? I hope you can catch up, because I'm quite a powerhouse when I get pumped, y'know? Ain't no stoppin' this!" He said baring his fangs and raising his arms in another triumphant bicep flex, trying to impress the larger male who was supposed to be training him. Durst had seen jocks like this come and go dozens of times from the gym, it was no surprise to him, and he knew he was much stronger than the ripped young male that only stood up to his chest.
"Ya, if yer ready, we'll head out to the floor and start with some basic stretching." The cougar just scoffed as he threw the free towel over his shoulders, rolling his eyes. "Man, I am here to pump, not stretch, I already did that at home before I got here. I want to see just how well this equipment can handle a champ like me, I ain't no cub." Durst snorted softly through his mighty snout as he looked down at the jock, wanting to shake his head at him, but trying to keep his cool. "It is for yer safety. And mandatory." He said sternly, but Trent was still not having it.
"Whatever, dude, take me out to the gym already. Stop wasting time." Oooh, this little asshole was really starting to get on the stallion's bad side, and that was especially not a good thing. Durst was not just large because of his genetics and his routine of steadily working out, oh no, he had other methods he had learned to give him the bulk and size he needed...and this cocky fuckhead was looking like quite a candidate to perform that with.
The two males strolled out onto the gym floor, there were some independent lifters out there, some on the treadmills far off in the distance, some running the indoor track, but it was only filled with about a dozen folks in total that day.
"Yo, man, where is everyone? Isn't a gym like this supposed to be, y'know, full?" He said as he puffed out his chest proudly, so anyone who glanced over to him would see that he was hard bodied and not someone to be messed with. "It is a weekend, Mr. O'Connor, most people are taking their time off..." But he was cut off before he could finish. "DUDE...call me Trent, get it through your thick horse head."
Durst pursed his powerful lips again, his muscles giving a ripple in displeasure as he just wanted to snap the asshole's neck right there. Oh yeah, this guy was totally going to be useful in another way by the end of the day.
"Very well...Trent...We are going ta start on stretches, like I said. We'll use the dumbbells over by the mirrors so you can watch yourself, I am sure you will like that, since that is what you were doing in the locker room." He said with a roll of his eyes as he strolled on ahead, the cougar baring his fangs as he followed him, muttering something smart under his breath. Instantly, Trent went for the dual hundred pound weights, he knew he could handle them, one for each arm. Durst, of course, stopped him. "Trent, start with the fifty pound weights at first, ya don't need too much ta..." The cougar just sneered as he went about pumping the heavier ones without listening.
"I know what I am doing, man. Just hold your horses." He said with a smart snicker before he started sucking in air through his teeth, pumping his arms a few dozen times to get his biceps really worked up and ready. Durst was just watching him, sure, Trent was just under six feet tall...maybe weighed two-fifty...not bad, he would be put to good use. Durst was not just studying the cougar's lifting, oh no, he was sizing him up for what he had planned after the mountain lion was all run out of energy. Trent was already feeling the burn, and it was awesome! His natural, potent musk was filling the air around him as he began to sweat lightly, just getting started. He set down the two dumbbells with a loud clank, flexing his arms in triumph.
"Oh yeah! What's next? More stretching?" He said snidely as he just looked up at the big horse, waiting to get a reaction out of him. "Dude, I know you are staring at my body, you don't have to be ashamed, I'm sexy, I know it, and maybe your lips might be useful later. Gotta find a job for them other than griping." Durst just shook his head as he snorted softly, looking on over to where the benches were. "We are moving to benching now, Trent, how much do you normally bench?" He said as his large equine muscles rippled with each stride. Trent was, naturally, overdoing it.
"I can bench, uh, about four hundred easily." He said as the horse just shook his head. "Well, yer gonna start with two-fifty and work up." The hulking stallion said deeply as he stopped at the bench. "Go ahead and lay down while I load." Trent just rolled his eyes. "Nah, I'm gonna look at myself in the mirror." This only pissed Durst off even more as he grabbed two fifty pound weights with one hand and shoved them on to the bar over the bench, doing it again on the other side adding two more forty-five pounders for an even two-fifty. He glanced back over to Trent, who was stroking his ego in the mirror, grabbing his own biceps, testing how solid they were, puffing his chest and then slowly rubbing down his abs with a deep hiss from his throat. "Yeah, bitch...I'm a stud." He said under his breath as the horse coughed to get his attention.
"Trent, you're ready." He said as the cougar turned to eyeball him with a pissy look. "I know, I can see you in the reflection, too. And damn, I look so much bigger..." he said as he cockily turned and strutted on over to the bench, laying himself on it and grabbing the bar with his paws, looking at the weights. "Man...this is baby stuff..." He said looking at the small amount that was put on it. "Start slow...and work up..." Said Durst as calmly as the hulking stallion could, his deep voice rumbling from his chest.
Trent growled and raised the bar, letting it drop to his chest and bouncing it up off his pecs, sending the bar up and holding it up before dropping it again and starting into a steady set, starting to tire at six, but he pushed to ten and racked the bar. "Fuck, yea! hoo!" The feline jumped up and gave a roar, letting it echo through the room, disrupting the workouts of the other furs, one smirking knowingly as he glanced over. "And you thought I needed to start light, I totally chewed through that set!" The feline tapped both fists on the larger males chest, parading his form and spreading more of the heady musk about, shouting and beating his chest. "Fuck yeah!"
"Trent, please, let's jus' work these sets and move onto the next, Ok?" Durst was not in the least entertained by this showboating, but it was not like him to not watch. The horse watched the dancing cats rippling form, noting the ripples in the muscles as they moved and tensed, but the horse came to and Trent as well, laying back down and cranking out another set, slower than the first, but a whole set on its own. then a break, and a third set at a heavier weight, and a fourth.
"Fuck yeah, that burns good, what's next, pony?" Trent grinned and stood flexing, testing his chest as he waited for answer.
"Why don't we get ya started on something else? how about squats?" The equine actually licked his fat lips at this, Trent smirking and turning his back to the horse, showing off his glutes and hamstrings.
"Work these bad boys? Sure, now, you mind not making me your eye candy until after I am all hot and sweaty? then I promise them lips can get something they won't soon forget, pony." Trent strutted to a squat rack, letting Durst load it to three hundred pounds, but of course insisting he put more onto the bar. "Come on, man, five hundred pounds, this is cake what you have me doing."
"Don't push too hard, I ain't wantin' ta see ya get hurt, now settle and start your set." The horse put his fists on his sides and watched the feline squat, ears perking and pointing forward as he watched the muscled rump tighten and relax, but the feline noticed this as well.
"You watch your clients this much if they working biceps?" The cat racked the bar and turned, sweating a bit more profusely now, as he was reaching his limit, but his ego would not let him stop, he upped the weight and kept going, four hundred pounds this time. "No, just the yummy ones," the horse teased as he watched.
Trent was feeling pretty damn flattered being referred to as yummy, even a big fucker like the horse was into him. He would have the big draft stud bent over in no time once he whipped his dick out in the shower room and ordered him to suck it. He could tell this horse was a total bottom, the way he was staring, caring about his safety, he was just wondered why the big bastard was not blushing yet. After giving his legs a good run, the cougar locked the squat machine and jumped back, roaring out once more in vigor as the patrons once again glanced over, rolled their eyes, and went back to their routines.
"Oh yeah! Ain't nothin' that can stop me! You see, pony? I am the man! This is kiddie shit! I hope you plan on bringing out the real shit tomorrow, cuz' I can handle whatever you throw at me." He said with complete arrogance, Durst crossing his large arms over his chest and just nodding with him.
"Oh yeah, I can see that yer ready for that..." He said, but in his mind, he knew the cougar was ready for something else, and that was putting his body to actual use for a change other than just showing off and being an arrogant prick. The day continued to go on, Trent bitched more than a gal on her period in a hot car with no air conditioning on her birthday, testing Durst's patience but remaining generally calm. They worked on deadlifts, push-ups and crunches, then some cardio with a few laps around the track. Damn, by the end of the session, Trent was saturated in sweat, his muscular form glistening, his shorts soaked from his own musk, and most of all, he was pumped, adrenaline flowing through the thick veins that ran over his biceps and abs.
"FUCK I am feeling pumped right now! Look at you, you didn't even break a sweat, dude. Next time, you should work at it too to keep up with me." He said as he took a boxing stance and threw fake punches at the stallion, who snorted loudly. "I am your trainer, I am here to guide, watch, and record." He said as he was really ready to get rid of this asshole, and surely, most of the gym was thinking the same thing.
"Well, ya did promise I could use my lips on ya, and I think I could find us a private enough setting for such. What do ya say, kitten?" The horse licked his lips again and tossed Trent a towel and his own bottle. "Can consider it a cool down, how is that, huh?"
Trent's shorts began to tent up as the heat went right to his cock, wanting to get a blowjob from anything right now, even the asshole trainer he was with. "Oh, fuck yeah. You know a place we can go? You horses give the best head." He said as he outwardly place a paw on the horses densely muscled ass and gave it a squeeze, which was swatted away in annoyance. "Not...here, come to the private showers with me for higher paying members." He said as he had the keys with him that led to the private showers, branching off through a hallway in the locker rooms. He nodded back to have Trent follow him, the cougar pumped, bouncing, grabbing himself, ready to plow the horse.
"C'mon, man, hurry up." He said impatiently, wanting to get off as his cock was stiff against his thigh, almost poking from the bottom hem of his workout shorts as he proudly displayed it. Durst stepped into the locker room first, pointing to the hall that led to the showers, 'Private Stalls' displayed above on a sign. "There they are, I'm going to get into one and leave it open a crack, come to me when you're ready." He said as he strolled off to the hallway, leaving Trent to rush over to his locker, yank his shorts down, his stiff, nine inch erection spurting a line of precum against the red metal of the locker as he stroked himself, not caring who came in and saw his boner. "Fuck...gonna hit that so good..." He said throwing his shorts into the locker, grabbing a towel and some soap, and turning back to dart down the hall, the sounds of water already rushing as there were three private shower stalls, the middle one's smoky, translucent sliding door open just a crack, the horse inside waiting for him. He saw the stallion's clothes on a rack to the side.
"Damn, he stripped down fast, he must want this cock bad, who wouldn't?" Trent grinned and came up to the fogged up door, but as he did, a black and white blur darted out and wrapped around his head, pulling him in and into a deep kiss, Durst lifting the feline some and pressing his larger thick body against the cat's, pinning him to the wall before the smaller male knew what was going on.
With the spray hitting them both, Durst forced his tongue into the feline's maw and snorted before breaking the kiss and setting him down. "Now, kitten, you want these lip ta get ta work? Seems ya are already nice and hard." Durst leaned down and started to chew on Trent's neck, slowly kneeling down a bit, those fat lips moving from the thick muscled neck to the hard and heavy chest, taking time to lick and suck each nipple.
"Ahh...Fuck yeah, I knew you wanted me so bad...You know I am hot shit." He said lifting a single arm and flexing it, showing off his bicep that surely everyone had seen plenty of times already. His nine incher was throbbing hard, thick and uncut as precum beaded up at the tip, slowly dripping down, thick like milky corn syrup. He couldn't wait to have the horse's mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking his heavy lemon-sized nuts dry.
Durst grinned and bit at that flexed bicep, licking it some. "Well, kitten, I help you with that throbbing member, you help me, deal?" Durst knelt but refused to continue, his mouth and fat lips teasingly close to the nine inch member.
"Fuck, fine, get your lips on that, bitch, whatever, I been holding it all day and I am pumped up, only makes it worse." Trent's lips trembled and he tried to push his hips forward, grabbing for the stallion's head, but Durst smirked and pulled back. "You gonna tease all night or... oh... oh fuck..."
Durst had ignored his member for now, instead sucking in the lemon sized nuts and bathing them in saliva, washing them over and savoring the residual flavors of the cougar's workout. then, without warning, the horse pursed his lips, tightening them on the sandy colored nut sack and pulling back, stretching them closer and closer to their limit.
The cougar writhed in pleasure mixed with pain as his full and heavy balls were pulled on by those lips, his paws grasping the horse's shoulders, claws digging in as he hissed, throwing his head back. "Aah...Aww fuck...my fuckin' nuts..." He said as finally, the horse opened his mouth and let them slap on back into place, damn, that only made him even hungrier, they had such a perfectly salty flavor to them. Durst wondered how fast the cougar would shoot, and he would surely get it out of him...and then while he was in his afterglow, it would be the last thing he would do. Durst opened his powerful, strong lips and leaned in, slurping along the cougar's hard, throbbing cock, wrapping them around and slowly sucking it down inch by inch, the big cat gripping those shoulders, his groin tingling, hot blood flowing as his hips lurched forward, shoving his cock in even deeper to those lips.
"Fuck, what a mouth you got on you...must be used to doing this, huh?" He said with a dominant growl as the horse slurped and pulled back, not saying another word but just shoving his head down once more, bobbing slowly on the throbbing dick in his mouth. The flesh was so salty, tangy, musky, the precum tickled his tongue as it oozed down his throat, and soon, something else would be trickling down. The mountain lion tensed up as he was puddy in the hands of the skilled stallion, his cock throbbing hard like a rod of steel.
"Aww FUCK! I am gonna shoot if you keep that up much longer!" He said with a growl, his paws going to the horses head, pushing him down as he thrust hard into Durst's large maw, the head of his cock just barely poking the back of the horse's throat as he allowed the cougar to have his last moments of fun. He knicked softly, feeling the hot flesh ram past his lips over and over, slurping on it and flicking the head with his tongue over and over, his large hands reaching for the hips of the jock, gripping them and pushing them against the wall as he took control once more, inhaling that cock and throwing the fucker over the edge.
"I'm gonna shoot! Aah! Fuck!" He said as his muscular body tensed up, his abs flexed and ground against one another, his chest puffed out, paws and claws digging into the shoulders of the horse as finally, a large, thick wad of cum blasted down his throat, to which Durst swallowed with ease. Another burst, and another, a good dozen of them as the nuts were emptied by the skilled mouth of the big horse. He drank it all back, not wasting a single drop of the thick, rich semen that came from the pumped mountain cat.
"Ugh, so good...Ooh man...you are good for something after all..." He said with a last smirk of arrogance, grinning as he felt the stallion slurp his dick clean, sucking it dry and letting it pop from his mouth, the large horse tongue coming to lick his lips clean.
"Mm...told ya...Now ya got some respect for me?" He said deeply, slowly standing as his mighty, nude form towered over the cougar once again. Trent just grinned, shaking his head.
"Nah, there is a lot more you can do to really impress me." Durst just smiled, closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled softly. "Ah...your last words...I will remember those."
Trent blinked as he wondered just what the Hell this bastard was talking about, his body lulled into a state of afterglow, his reaction time reduced, he could not get away easily. Durst looked like he was yawning, his jaws opening wide, showing his large, flat, white teeth and the back of his throat, still coated in milky seed as Trent cocked a thick brow in blatant disappointment. "Tired already? Shit...I figured you w..."
And that was it, Durst lunged forward and shoved Trent's entire head into his mouth. It was a comical scene, from the outside, but Trent was shocked as the light vanished and all he could see was blackness and smell was his own cum and horse spit. He gave one last scream, before Durst closed his eyes, smirked at the corners of his maw, and used his well trained muscular jaw to close down with lightning speed. The sound was...delightful, the gnarly, grisly sounds of flesh, bone, trachea snapping from thick, flat teeth, almost like a butcher's knife. Durst felt his teeth connect and pulled back, just in time to watch a satisfying spurt, no, a fountain of red hot pumping blood spurt from the severed neck of the jock, splattering all over the tiled all and almost touching the ceiling, covering the horse's chest with the hot red fluid as he began to chew lewdly, crunching and grinding the head of the male in his jaws, tasting the flesh, the blood, the bone and sinew along his tongue with teeth that were as hard as diamond and a jaw stronger than an industrial bone grinder.
"Mmm..." He uttered deeply, enjoying the first bite of the meal, silencing the cougar forever as the limbs twitched for a moment and went limp, leaving the body lifeless in his embrace. It took him a good minute or so to carefully chew Trent's head, crunching it up well so his stomach could break it down properly. He gulped hard and sighed deeply.
"Oh Trent... yer finally useful... Jus' what I need ta gain some bulk. But while yer still warm..." The horse dropped the body without care and knelt again, grinning as he fondled his balls to get himself aroused, though a good meal always did get him excited plenty. Spitting on his equine rod that jutted a good two and a half feet from his loins, throbbing at a painfully thick beer cans thickness, Durst spread Trent's legs and pressed his immense flared cock head to the tight pucker. "Fuckin' anal virgins, always so annoyin', 'bout the only time I like 'em is when they on my dick. But you jus' couldn't shut up, could you, Mr. O'Conna? Shame, but 'ey, least I ain't gotta hear ya bitch about it hurting."
Durst licked his lips, smearing blood slime over them as he drove his fat flesh home, passing the medial ring before he had to grab hold of the cat body again to steady it, bucking in until his nuts slapped on the ass of the warm and limp body. Durst was not one to eat every guy he fucked, or begin eating before they fucked, but even he was happy to have only the noises of his thrusts and the water to deal with as he slapped his nuts on that ass time and time again, lifting the body so they were chest to chest, durst using the carcass as a masturbatory toy.
"Fuck... oh fuck, so good... so... savory..." Durst kept humping, not caring about the blood getting into his fur, fucking the body hard and fast, opening his jaws and biting at the trapz of the body, first the left and then the right. flat teeth cut and ground through the muscle all too easily, the strong horse jaws breaking off a size of flesh that could be swallowed down, the horse's neck bulging with each gulp. then the smaller bites of neck flesh and deltoids. chewing up those smaller bits and cleaning the flesh from bone, Durst sucked the nervous matter from the spine and then munched the vertebra, and all while keeping beat as he thrust into the felines muscular body, stripping away the lats and the other major back muscles as he chewed down from the delts with his flat, grinding teeth.
He came to the dense pectoral muscles, taking big, large bites out of them, the muscle so dense and thick in his mouth as he chewed tenderly, biting away at the flesh and fur, coming to the rib cage and not even stopping there as he ripped each one out with his teeth, crunching them noisily as if they were celery sticks. Then there was one of his favorite parts, the heart, looking as if it still was beating as he licked across his lips, leaned in, enclosed his maw around it and bit down, making the blood gush from it like biting into a juicy plum.
Still gorging, the horse lowering the corpse so he can pet his fat dick through the abs of the body, smirking wide as he then began to chew and tear through the abs, gobbling them up until he grunted and came, flooding the remaining guts with his copious and potent semen, quite a sight to see as he watched the intestines inflate with his own cum like a fleshy condom. He snorted deeply, his body covered in blood, the taste of the cougar's body all over his tongue as he chewed through the muscular sinew noisy and grisly. The horse's teeth and jaws were so powerful as he grabbed one of the arms, shoving a paw into his maw and biting it clean off, chewing, crunching and grinding as he slowly made his way up the entire arm until it was gone, moving to the next one, loving how thick and solid the bicep was as it was so meaty and juicy.
The cougar was almost half gone now, but he still had more to chew and suck down, there was no leaving a single scrap behind! Oh no, he pulled the body from his cock, semen gushing from the used asshole as he brought the groin to his maw, opening wide and shoving the cock that had emptied moments ago, along with the balls into his mouth, biting down with satisfaction as he groaned in bliss, the genitals were always the most satisfying to eat, the taste of rich testosterone dripping down his throat to meet the rest of Trent in his gut, his own abs pushing out more and more as he made his fill.
"Mmh...Mmph...Damn, Trent, ya make a better dinner date than anythin'..." He said going for one of the legs and doing the same he did with the arms, chewing and grinding away at even the bones, the long, dense femur splitting up in his mouth, the rich and decadent marrow almost sweet on his tastebuds. The lower torso was all that was left, including the semen filled bowels as he tore into it like a ravenous feral lion on the savannah. Slurping the intestines like spaghetti, the seed in them gushing as Durst at them up, the liver such a lovely organ, truly a delicacy, his own sweet horse cum just bursting from the colon as he even polished that off, leaving the large pelvis to crunch up with his teeth, grinding loudly as his distended belly was showing quite some size, pushing out from behind his abs.
With a deep exhale and a lick of his fingers, Durst patted his full belly. "Thanks for the meal, Mr. O'connor. Can't wait to see the bulk you put on my frame. Slowly he stood, his cock retracting back into his sheath as he felt quite full, going over to the shower head, pulling it from the pipe on a long hose and using it to wash down the blood from the shower stall, such a mess! A lovely mess of gorgeous crimson blood as it swirled down the drain.
Durst took a good long few minutes to clean himself, building a lather as he washed his expansive body, including the bulge in his belly as his gut groaned and gurgled, stewing Trent's body and breaking it down into usable energy and supplementing the horse's own growth. After Durst was done bathing, there was a knock at the smoky glass shower stall, causing him to snap back and look.
"Yea? Durst here." He said calmly, a voice coming from behind.
"Are you finished, Durst?" Called a higher pitched voice the stallion recognized.
"Oh yeah, all finished here. Thanks for the tip, Steve." Durst said with a grin, letting out a heavy belch from his gut.
"No problem, I will have the janitor sanitize this stall down again tonight. I left a fresh towel for you out here." Said the voice again. Durst grinned widely, sighing contently.
"Thanks, see you tomorrow, Steve." He said finishing up his shower, the light footfalls of the slim squirrel echoing in the empty locker room as he gathered the things from Trent's locker, including the free towel and bag, taking it back to the front desk and locking them in a filing cabinet.
"Looks like I get to take another towel home, damn, already lost count..." the squirrel said with a buck toothed grin before sitting back at the desk, going about the day as if nothing strange had taken place.