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Raucous laughter filled the pub as the big ivory-furred shire held court, the dozen or so other males in rapt attention as they listened, chairs pulled up around the square wooden table.

"...I had to smack her a few times with it just to make the hungry cunt stop!" The stallion broke into laughter with the others, several fists pounding on the table in their appreciation for the filthy story. Everyone was having a good time. Everyone, that was, but Arthur, a small male sitting trapped by a giant hand on his shoulders next to the towering shire.

The lithe rabbit's muzzle was downcast, cheeks reddened horribly under his gray fur. He knew his mate had been mounted by the stallion already -- there was no denying the scent that wafted off her when she came home; however the story the stallion was currently telling was worlds different from the story she told him. According to his mate Kal had forced himself upon the mare, raped her while she screamed for help.

"It was like she had never tasted a real cock before..." The stallion grinned, a break in words to look down at the insignificant male trapped there under his vast hand. "Well, actually, that's rather true, isn't it!" Laughter again broke out at the husband's mortification, the rabbit trying to lower himself even further down in his chair.

"Alright. Fun's over. Closing time." The bored voice came from the bar, the barkeep obviously fed up of the atmosphere the shire brought with him, although not brave enough to have stopped the big male before the bar closed.

"Great story, Kal." A large, rotund bull snorted out, still chuckling as he pulled his chair back. "When you're done with the baker's cunt let me know. I wouldn't mind a few rounds with her." He was completely ignoring the presence of the husband, making the sentiment even more cruel.

"Can I go now...?" The rabbit asked, his voice angry, and yet meek.

"Hm." Finishing his drink the stallion stood up, grabbing the smaller male by the back of his shirt to lift off the ground the only oversized part of the rabbit -- his feet. "You know what, my mate is likely still sore from the fucking I gave her this morning. Let's head to your place."

"NO!" The rabbit spluttered out, shaking his head, "No, please!" He looked in near tears at this prospect, pleading with the stallion.

"Either you can lead the way, or I can crack those two stupid front teeth of yours, leave you in a bloody pile, and then head there." Dropping the male to the ground, enormously-built arms crossing over his barreled chest as he waited for the rabbit's choice.

It only took Arthur a moment to decide, shoulders slumping down as he began to walk out of the pub, into the street and looking comically small next to the equine. Ears fallen to the sides of his muzzle, having to listen, in even greater detail, just how proficiently his mate was fucked by this stallion.

***

"I expected you home earlier, hun." The mare was busy greasing a pie tin, her pleasantly plump backside well displayed in the flimsy, but covering, chemise worn by the female. Seems she was ready for bed. "Figured I would ba--" He words cut instantly, muzzle jerking upwards from the task. She had caught his scent. Eyes wide as she turned around to look at both of them, afraid, digits gripping the table behind her.

Silence filled the room. The only one looking at ease was Kal. Completely at ease, even.

"I was just retelling the story," The stallion finally spoke, seeing as nether of the other two were in the mood to talk. "And figured why not stop on by."

The smaller male couldn't even look at his mate, eyes fixed to the ground.

"Not a bad place you got here" Remarking in a conversational tone as he looked around the small, modest home as he approached the mare, placing his callused touch against her waist as he pulled her close.

"Not here... please..." She whispered in a hushed voice, looking dreadfully scared. "N-Not in front of... him..."

Ignoring her, the stallion grabbed a fistful of her long, slightly-curled feminine mane, pulling her head back and muzzle upwards. The kiss he gave her was passionate, deep. A lewd, messy kiss that made the carnal mare melt in the powerful arms of the blacksmith. Her eyes fluttering closed, gasping against his muzzle as she felt him grab her backside so roughly it lifted her partially off her dainty hooves.

"Go to the bedroom." Breaking off the embrace he gave her a solid smack to the backside, not even watching the dazed mare follow his orders without thinking twice.

Approaching the husband, Kale gave a wide smirk as he leaned down by the waist to get in the lesser male's face.

"I'm going to fuck your wife." He taunted, "Can you scent her already? How aroused she is just to have a real male around?"

Rather than waiting for an answer that would never come, the stallion grabbed Arthur by his shirt, lifting him again with absolute ease as he carried the little lapine into the bedroom. She was waiting there, pacing nervously. Hands wringing at the long fabric of her nightgown.

"I don't want to do this!" She had already come back to her senses, now pleading with the big stallion as she grabbed the front of his coarse workman's shirt. "Please!"

"I already know what you want." The stallion dropped the husband to the ground unceremoniously, "Undress us. Both. I want you to get a nice comparison."

For a moment it looked like she wanted to challenge him. To just tell the big brutish male to leave. That moment passed, however -- nothing would stop him, and she knew that. Trembling hands reached up, having to get on the tips of her hooves just to reach the top buttons of the towering male. Fumbling she finally unbuttoned his shirt, unable to not marvel at the extremely powerful body of the male underneath as she slipped it off broad shoulders. His pants were next, and at his height that was a rather easy task for the short mare. Fingers beginning to quiver even more, feeling the thickness of the bulge behind those heavy trousers as she fumbled with the buttons, remembering just what the blacksmith's tool did to her last time.

She had to reach behind the stallion to slide the pants off his muscled backside, her muzzle pressed against the solid abdomen of the male due to the sheer breadth of his thick body. Once down the stallion calmly stepped out of it, heavy sac swinging lazily between toned thighs, prominence of his sheath in full display.

The mare's breath caught, trying anything to not get a nose-full of his scent. Quickly she moved to her little husband, his eyes downcast in turn, not speaking a word as she ashamedly undressed him. That task was far easier, and once the rabbit's gray body was exposed it became very apparent how less significant he truly was. Tiny bulge of his sheath barely stick out of his groin, underneath the two little orbs held in the furred sac were almost adorably small.

"I would tell you to go fuck one of your own kind, but I don't think you're even equipped enough to do that." The stallion sneered at the self-conscious husband, grabbing the mare so roughly she gave a whinny of surprise. "Now, watch what a male can do."

Throwing her on the bed , he again took a fist-full of her mane to pull her roughly towards the edge of the mattress until her head hung from the side, heaving breasts pushing against the light fabric of her nightgown. It didn't take long for her to get a face-full of his sac, that weighty scent rubbing against her soft fur, the mare fruitlessly trying to hold her breath.

"Oh God..." The whinny was one of defeat, getting another lung-full of the male's potent scent. Tentatively her muzzle opened, softness of her equine tongue slipping out to catch one large orb to draw into her maw, suckling gently on the masculine, sweaty taste.

"Spread your legs." The order was given with a moan of pleasure, thick shire cock growing readily from his sheath under her attentions. Length not yet firm enough to stand up on its own, instead laying down across her covered breasts, the fabric indented down the feminine valley.

She obeyed mindless, still treating his sac to the most loving and worshipful ball-licking of his life. Rather strong tongue swirling the coarse fur delicately, as if to feel every inch of the rounded orb intimately.

"Bitch boy." He called to the rabbit, smirking as he watched the mare's eyes go glossy, expressionless in her complete devotion to his body. "Pull her gown up, tell me if she's getting wet."

The rabbit didn't move, stunned by the pain he felt. Having his mate worship another male's body in a way he's never seen was torture. She was always playful with him in bed, enjoying herself yes, but never like this. Never so lustfully intoxicated.

"NOW."

That caused the little male to jump, now obeying instantly as he crawled up on the bed. Shaking paws grabbing a hold of the chemise to lift. Arthur swallowed hard at the sight, prominent equine slit was moist, practically leaking just from scenting and tasting the big shire.

"Yes. She is." He whispered meekly, head hung low, and yet unable to rip his eyes from the sight.

"Don't look..." Words were muffled from the mare, wanting to spare her husband the sight of her needy slit, but not enough to take those masculine orbs from her maw for even a second.

"Now, now. My little baker whore. He needs to get a good look," The stallion grunted, pulling his salvia-dripping sac from the mare's whorish attention. Her head laying off the bed, unable to think straight as she just moaned softly. A sound that quickly became muffled as he pinched her cheeks, force-feeding her his now hardened length. "Because once I'm finished, it will look a lot different."

Callused padding of his palm wrapped around her throat, keeping her in the perfect angle, beginning to ram his cock brutally down her muzzle. She had no experience with deep throating, and quickly began gagging and panicking. Her fright only increased when the mare realized she couldn't pull away, the big shire was in complete control.

"Calm down." He grunted, an odd mixture of annoyance and pleasure. "Breathe when I pull out." Smacking her across the delicate muzzle -- now stretched with massive thickness of a male -- to get her attention. The rabbit looking on from between her legs, knowing he couldn't do anything to help. Noticing the bulge in her throat as Kal used her, and even worse, also noticing just how glistening her thick folds became even while she was being treated like this.

Her bust rose in fright, but she did calm down. In reward he pulled out enough for her to take in a single breath before slamming himself back, causing her eyes to grow so wide they looked comical. Again he kept this up, the stallion breathing quicker after each passing moment. Treating the mare's throat like a fuck-toy right in front of her husband, wanting the little bitch of a male to see the things he could do to her.

It didn't take long for the female to relax enough to start enjoying the rough treatment, letting her head hang down off the bed, supported only by the fleshy rod impaled in her throat. Unconsciously her hand moving down between her thighs, beginning to pleasure herself, perhaps unknowingly, inches from her mate's eyes. Spreading her folds while she teased her own clit, toying with herself as she felt her throat stretched out around the rod of pure masculinity. All the while Arthur's eyes watched, engrossed and horrified, at the show his wife was putting on.

"Yes..." The stallion grunted, now rutting her muzzle as a sailor would fuck a cheap dock whore.

He was a base male, so every instinct told him to simply finish in her throat. That, however, would not be as much fun. Controlling himself of that instinctual drive, the stallion pulled out, spinning the female around on the bed with ease. Taking a firm hold on his cock, he bounced the flared tip against her moist sex, teasing the mare ruthlessly in her need.

"Please... Fuck me..." She cried, pleading, lifting herself up to grab the male's hips and try to force him to take her.

"Have your mate stick it in." The idea was cruel, heartless. And that made the stallion grin from ear-to-ear.

The husband's eyes went wide in panic, looking down at his mate's face. She looked back at him, blushing furiously, but also panting in her need.

"I love you..." She whispered, words broken, feeling the cock tip bounce against her clit, causing the mare's hips to rise in need, "B-But I need this. Do it, please..."

The lithe male's shoulders slumped even further down, utterly defeated as he crawled to the edge of the bed. Kal's length looked huge, even more so when taking it in both small paws to line up against the needy cunt of his wife. Clumsily he began rubbing the stallion tip up and down against her eager sex until it popped inside, the mare hissed in pleasure as she gripped the sheets, so ecstatic to take in something that was thicker than the waist of her mate.

"Least you're useful for something." The stallion laughed pushing the rabbit to the side as he began sliding himself inside her in slow segments until hilted.

Arthur fell to the ground and stayed there, unable to not watch the scene in front of him. He had never heard his mate make these sounds, animal-like and depraved. It was then he released his own arousal, looking down and quickly trying to hide the four inch bit of rabbit 'pride' beneath his paws.

"Look." The stallion spoke, grabbing the mare by the muzzle to turn her gaze to the side. Rooted inside her completely, her eyes lost in contentment of being filled. "He likes watching his mate be properly fucked."

"N-No..." The little male spluttered out, shaking his head.

"Move your paws, bitch boy." Kale snorted, not in the mood for disobedience at the moment.

The rabbit did so, slowly, letting those several pathetic inches bounce pitifully in the air.

"That's what he fucked you with?" The stallion chuckled, grinding himself against her body until it felt like she was going to be split open.

"H-He tried..." She moaned, unable to keep those internal thoughts very internal, "Not.. not very well."

In the midst of his laughter, Kal began to pound away against the needy wife. Teeth gritted as he picked up speed. He was already on the edge while abusing her throat, this was just to finish up properly. It was then she realized this wouldn't be an actual proper fuck, and the stallion was already so close.

"No! Please! Not yet!" She cried to him pitifully.

Without care he rooted himself, grunting over her body as he came hard inside her body. The mare cried out in anguish, knowing how close she was. Feeling all that throbbing inside her body, and not being able to join in. When pulled himself out, the mare's slit was gaping, clenching with need, and leaking an extremely messy mixture of their combined fluids. She looked pitiful, squirming against the bed, wanting to find her own end to this torture.

"Clean her up." He grunted, pulling up a nearby chair to fall back on.

"I'll get some washcloths..." Arthur muttered weakly, hurt by his wife's words.

"Heh, no." The stallion corrected, sitting back with a sneer. "With your muzzle."

Arthur balked at that, staring at the shire for a long moment. The more he stared the more he realized just how powerful this snowy-hued male was compared to him. Timidly he went between his wife's thighs, almost choking on the powerful scent. Gingerly he pressed his small tongue against the mess the stallion had left behind, utterly humiliated as he began to lap a few times, getting a muzzle-full before swallowing down that salty masculinity.

"Lick me..." The mare, on the other hand, was less embarrassed in her need.

He went quicker, wanting to do something to please his wife. Anything. Now eagerly drinking down each muzzle-full of the stallion's seed after her instruction. And, much to his shame, the little rabbit began to stroke himself as he did this long, seemingly never-ending task. The knowledge his mate was so properly fucked turning on the meek little male.

"More..." She hissed, grabbing her husband's head in frustration and grinding that stout muzzle against her cunt wantonly. Not even hearing the stallion's laughter as he watched the rabbit's face become completely coated with the seed.

Arthur just kept licking, not able control of where his muzzle moved, paw working his tiny prick even quicker. The rabbit's nose being ground against her clit over and over, until finally the mare cried out in pleasure, hips bucking upwards wildly as she shoved her mate's stout muzzle inside her, clenching against it.

Clapping mockingly the stallion stood back up after the brief rest, making the mattress sink low as he laid on it, bulk covering much of the bed, like king of the house. Nothing had to be said -- she knew her task. Releasing her whimpering mate, and quickly forgetting about him, the mare carefully wrapped both hands around that godly shaft and began to clean it off, hovering there over his groin with reverence.

Once sated he was fully cleaned off, she rested her head down against it, nuzzling at his size like the most comfortable pillow in the word dreamily.

"Please stay the night." She said sleepily, taking deep breaths to enjoy the scent of a real male.

It was then, with a sob, the lithe rabbit finally climaxed, his dismal load splashing against his own stomach pitifully. Not even bothering to clean himself up as he curled up on the ground next to the bed, wondering if he would even be able to sleep after what happened.

Hearing his wife start to nosily suck the stallion after a couple of minutes answered that question, however.