The Hunted
Fear made Rob's heart race. He was prey, and the hunter was drawing near. Running himself ragged, Rob's mind went back to that morning. 'Did I do something in a previous life to deserve all of this happening to me?' he thought. Then as he remembered yesterday afternoon, he began to space out, not looking where he was running. He remembered finding out his best friend was a gay-fur. He remembered wakening up next to him, naked and holding him close, their sheaths rubbing against each other. Rob suppressed a delicate blush as, in his mind, he relieved all that he had done to his friend-now-lover (and had done to him) at his lover's whim. Then, as they kissed, lingeringly, passionately. Pulling back and talking to each other about the other's performance, stroking each other lightly. Then hearing the door opening and his mother's screeching as she came into the bedroom and saw the two of them together, hands stroking the other's stiffening cock. The Father, when he found out, went on a rampage about decency and Family Honor. His friend being disowned for his 'dishonorable' behavior had been an unnecessarily cruel blow.
'And now this, why me?'
Running headlong, Rob failed to see the trap until it swept him off his feet. Suddenly he was flying. But it was short lived. His flight, as well as his consciousness, came to an abrupt end as his head collided with a gnarled tree branch. As Rob dangled limply by his feet, the Hunter approached.
"Ha," scoffed the lupine Hunter "I thought that the squirrels loved the trees." He said into the silent forest. "But, apparently, it isn't mutual..."
Rob awoke in chains. The heavy iron manacles clinked as he grabbed his head, trying to ease away the pain that was shooting through it.
"Finally, you're awake."
Rob looked up to see his nightmare in manifest. Clothed in nothing but a studded leather collar, the Hunter walked forward with a measured step.
"Let's take a look at you."
Path said, as if to himself, as he walked towards his capture.
'He is playing with me' Rob thought bitterly, his head still pounding, 'He knows what I look like, he just wants an excuse to make me look at him.'
And at 6ft he was well worth looking at. The neutral colors of his pelt served him well on his hunts. He was also in top physical form, his body mass almost all bone, sinew and solid muscle. And his sheath...
'No!' thought Rob fiercely 'Do not even think about it!'
Unfortunately for Rob, however, Path had seen the squirrel's scanning glance, and it's stalling out around his crotch.
"Well...here is a bonus...you are a Fairy-Squirrel aren't you?"
Leaping up, Rob strained against the chains, trying to pull free of them and get away from his captor. After a few moments of trying, Rob collapsed again, his head hurting like the blazes.
"And if I am," Rob snarled, trying to overcome his fright with anger "What is it to you?!"
He was totally unprepared for what Path did next.
"This, little faggot..."
Caressing Rob's cheek with a paw, Path drew his body close in a tight, one armed embrace. His left paw dropped down to grope Rob. As the sensations of the touch as well as Path pushing his body close raced through Rob's body, the squirrel's spine weakened. Rob fell onto his back, still locked in Path's tight embrace. Desperate to stop it, Rob squirmed until he could work his feet under the stronger, taller wolf. Kicking up, Rob launched his captor off of him, breaking the embrace and throwing Path up and over. The wolf grunted as he hit the ground.
Path wiped a trickle of blood from his lip. The wolf's smile, as he turned to face Rob's prone figure, was one that sent shiver down the receiver's spine.
"You...are going to regret that..."
Path came forward and, just as the wolf was about to deliver a kick to Rob's side, a deep, rich voice was heard.
"Path...what are you doing?"
Freezing, Path looked towards the door. Rob had closed his eyes, bracing for the kick, when he heard the note of panic in Path's voice.
"M-Master?"
Shock flowed through Rob as he looked up to see the Hunter, the fear of the entire forest, cowering, tail between his legs, against the wall.
'His Master must be a mighty fur to have cowed him so utterly.' Rob thought, and then he saw the voice's owner and could not look away.
It was a Stallion, easily 7ft, with red-gold fur and a shimmering black mane. The Stallion's frame was massive. Clothed in a plain, cream colored tunic and pale blue breaches, he was a magnificent sight.
'There is no fat on this horse's bones, he is solid muscle!'
Rob thought in awe and, before he could stop himself, he breathed "So beautiful!" Rob closed his mouth and blushed as he realized what he had just said. The Stallion's eyes stared into Rob's,
"Path...what is this?"
Disbelief once again raced through Rob as he watched the nightmare of all of the forest dwellers crawl on all-fours to the Stallion's side.
"I...I caught him, Master. For you! As a gift."
Path murmured. Rob decided to put in his two cents worth.
"Um, sir..."
Rob addressed the Stallion in a hesitant voice "Can you please help me? I was just wandering around, looking at the forest and then suddenly, that crazy wolf..."
Rob got no further. The Stallion directed a glare at him, cutting him off in mid-sentence as effectively as if he had struck him in the face.
"You, my new pet, must learn that you do not insult my slaves, for they reflect on me," putting a hand protectively on Path's head he continued, "Therefore any insult to them, is an insult to me."
Outrage gave Rob strength as he leapt up shouting at the Stallion
"I am not your pet, I am a free fur, free to chose who I work for! And I would never serve someone like you!"
The Stallion's eyes narrowed as he said "Is that so?"
Rob nodded firmly, and then regretted it as his head began to pound again. The Stallion raised an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile haunting his face.
"Is that...a challenge?"
Rob did not see the other wolf, identical in almost every way to Path, enter and take his position behind him as he sputtered. Also only clothed in nothing except a leather collar, Wave, Path's twin brother, stood stiffly at attention, his lupine member swelling as he sensed what was about to happen. Shouting on, Rob dashed headlong into the trap that had been set for him.
"Damn right it is!"
The smile that the Stallion flashed his way left Rob's blood cold.
"Alright my perky challenger, here is the wager, on my part I bet that I will have you begging to have the honor of being my bitch within the day,"
Rob's mouth opened and closed a few times, as he strived to comprehend what had just been said. A delicate blush rose in his cheeks as he realized that he did.
"If not," The Stallion continued "you will leave and we will never bother you again."
The look on the Stallion's face was intended to dissuade him from objecting, but Rob gathered his courage and decided to add a few points of his own.
"I will accept that, but with a few alterations..."
Smiling widely, the Stallion said "Name them."
Gathering his courage, Rob laid down his terms.
"Regardless of who wins, you keep your slaves from ever hunting in the forest again."
Nodding, the Stallion agreed, "I do not encourage that to begin with, so that will be easy."
Rob continued, "Lastly, if I win, you and your slaves swear to protect the forest and serve its inhabitants...as guards, or whatever, whenever they need them."
Eyes wide in shock, Path looked at his brother, Wave, who was in no better shape. The Stallion burst out into a nickering laugh.
"You are very amusing, little squirrel! Very well, I accept your challenge."
Motioning for the two brothers to get to work, the Stallion turned and left the room. "The challenge starts...now!"
Rob was about to protest the timing, when he was seized and held fast from behind by Wave, and was stripped of his clothing by Path. Rob blushed furiously as his body was exposed to the two sexy lupines.
"H-hey...can't we do this in a more private..."
Rob was cut off as Wave hilted his fully erect cock in the squirrel's ass. Rob's head snapped back, eyes opening wide, as a soundless scream ripped itself from his throat as Wave began to dry fuck him, fast and hard. Wave closed his jaws on the back of the squirrel's neck, reinforcing how helpless he was. Rob's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he tried focusing on the pain of the insufficiently lubed member sliding in and out, trying to clear the beginnings of lust-haze from his mind. Moaning, Rob felt his cock sliding out of its sheath as pleasure raced through his body.
"This is going to be easy!" chortled Path, as he watched his brother fuck the trembling, helpless squirrel. The sight aroused him far more then he would ever admit to any fur.
Seeing Rob's cock was now fully out of its sheath, Path walked over to a nearby wall and opened a hidden panel. Inside the niches' recess, there were several rings made of leather with special lumps that stuck out on the inside. Smiling, Path took one and returned.
"See this?" He asked Rob, showing him the one he had chosen, "This little ring will be what breaks you. This ring will make it so that you cannot have the relief of a climax. It will stay on until you beg our Master to make you his Bitch..."
He then buckled on the special ring tightly around the base of Rob's cock, before beginning to lick and nibble on it, savoring its taste. Rob's moans became louder as the wolf's talented tongue caressed his member.
Glaring at Path through slitted eyes, Rob panted between moans "I...won't be...broken just like...that..." Straining against the chains, Rob moaned like a bitch in heat as he desperately fought to clear the haze that was clouding his mind. Rob's moans contrasted jarringly with Wave's dominating growls as the fucking continued. This went on for what felt like an eternity, although in reality, it was more like a few minutes. Wave stiffened and grunted loudly, climaxing into Rob's ass.
The feeling of the sexy wolven seed drenching his insides pushed Rob to the edge, but by some supreme act of will, he was able to hold on. Wave pulled out with a slightly wet suction sound and traded places with his brother. And then they started again, giving Rob no time for rest or recovery. Hilting himself into the trembling squirrel, Path winked at his brother, who had taken over sucking on the squirrel's cock.
Within a few minuets, Path, who had been pawing off while he had sucked on Rob's cock, stiffened and shot his load into Rob's ass. Moaning loudly, Rob tried hard not to climax. He barely held on. Looking at each other the two brother held a silent conversation Then, Path pulled out of Rob's tortured ass and dropped him on the ground. Path then left the room, accompanied by his brother. Rob, cum-soaked and exhausted, lay on the floor and panted.
"H-ha," Rob panted, exhilarated "Y-you didn't m-make me break..."
A minute or so later, Rob had caught his breath. He shouted at the door, "If that is the best you can do, I have already won this challenge!"
Barely had his voice stopped echoing when the brothers returned. They pulled with them a strange looking machine on wheels. Moving in perfect silence and coordination the two brothers worked efficiently. They unchained Rob, and put him into the attached seat, strapping him in with practiced ease. Rob tried to put up a fight, but he was too weak, and, deep down, he didn't really want to do anything that would hurt the two sexy wolves.
And then, still without speaking, they sat down on the floor beside the contraption, groaning softly as they rested their limbs. Rob was about to ask what the hell were they doing when Path hit a switch on the side and the mechanic contraption came to life. Hauling his legs wide, a piston exposed itself and began to move up and down. The bottom part of the seat retracted, leavening Rob suspended by his waist, tail, and were his paws were strapped behind his back.
"By...all...that is!" Rob breathed as he realized what was happening, but by then it was too late. Rob screamed as his tail-hole was savagely penetrated by the enormous metal dildo. The contraption then sent volt after volt of pure electricity into his ass, stimulating him like never before. Then, the contraption began to move faster as Path turned up the power, causing it to force-fuck Rob with out mercy, sending charge after charge of increasing voltage into his anal tract. The pleasure that Rob felt was incredible. Rob's senses began to blur, and he was not able to hold out any longer. He tried to climax, but the ring buckled tightly around the base of his cock made it impossible. The sensations he was experiencing kept building until, unable to handle the intensity, Rob passed out.
"Hmmm...this is not good," muttered the Stallion to himself "The squirrel is strong. He is close to winning the challenge."
The Stallion looked morosely at the clock in the wall, showing that he had less half an hour in which to win. Quietly entering the room, Path and Wave stood, swaying slightly from exhaustion.
They had gone through the cycle of them, then the machine again more times then either could count, waiting for Rob to break and beg for them to allow him release. Awaiting their Master's conformation of their presence Path and Wave waited. Looking at the two of them, the Stallion smiled grimly.
"So...he has not folded?"
Looking dejected, Path replied "No Master, we tried hard, but he is strong."
Path shrunk back as the Stallion reared to his full height.
"Bring him to me!" ordered the Stallion. Bowing, Path left the room, hurriedly.
Wave stayed.
Looking at the younger wolf, the Stallion snapped "What are you waiting for?"
Bowing his head slightly, Wave murmured "Master...I...I have some advice for you."
The Stallion's ears perked forward as he brought out his tools of sexual torture. "Go ahead, I am listening."
Swallowing hard several times Wave finally managed to say his thought.
"Master, I think that you need to be gentle with him."
A look of fury crossed the Stallion's face as he said with deathly calm, without turning to face his servant.
"Explain."
Swallowing hard again, Wave laid down his reasoning.
"We, that is my brother and I, have tried to force the issue by fucking him and denying him release, and if he had begged, we would have handed him over to you so that you could get him to make the vow to you."
The Stallion nodded.
"Of course."
Wave took a breath before he continued "But he has been holding out through a combination of sheer stubbornness and focusing on the pain of the process. If you were to remove his will to be stubborn, and to not give him any pain to be able to focus on..."
Wave's voice trailed off as he made a suggestive hand motion. The Stallion looked thoughtful.
"I think I understand what you are driving at, my slave...but, truly, I wouldn't know where to start," the Stallion mused "For I have never done as you have just described."
Just then the door opened, and Path, half carrying, half dragging Rob, entered. Wave motioned for his brother to put Rob down.
"Nice of you to come help me with this dead weight." Path muttered to his brother under his breath. As Wave shunted his brother through the door he stopped and slipped off the cock ring binding Rob's climaxes. Looking back from the doorway Wave called back to his Master.
"You can do it, Master, just let him set the pace."
The door closed with a click. Looking at the prone squirrel, the Stallion shrugged and put away the tools he had gathered, and then he started preparing himself for the challenge before him.
'After all' he thought to himself, 'if it doesn't work I can always do it my way.'
Rob awoke in a place of warmth and comfort. For a moment he just lay there, enjoying the calm that he was part of. He slowly opened his eyes. What he saw before him made his heart race. It was the Stallion, but this time, the equine had shed his clothing. Leaning seductively against the headboard of a massive bed with his legs spread wide, he waited, his equine eyes staring at him, showing no trace of embarrassment, his body posture, seductive. The lantern light danced over the red-gold fur making dark patches that flickered teasingly over his body.
But the cock...Rob could not tear his eyes away from the glorious member. It was at least fourteen inches long and as thick as a young sapling, its dark black coloring merging with the shadows, giving the illusion of it moving, beckoning to him.
"So...beautiful!" Rob breathed as he slowly crawled up onto the bed, hoping to touch the massive thing, wanting to touch it; sure that it was only a beautiful dream.
The Stallion smiled as he watched the young squirrel crawl closer.
'So far, so good.' He thought.
Rob gently stroked the engorged meat, feeling the blood within it pulse beneath his hand in response. He began to lick at it, tentatively, sure that if he could touch it, that it would not be a dream. Closing his eyes the Stallion forced himself to stay still, all of his instincts commanding him to take control, but striving to try out what his slave had suggested.
A drop of pre ran down the Stallion's softly pulsing shaft. Rob licked it up without hesitation.
"Heavenly..." Rob murmured, sighing at the taste.
The Stallion could no longer stand it. Rob's tongue felt too good against his cock. Strong hands then lifted Rob away from the beautiful rod. As Rob came to rest on the wide expanse of the Stallion's chest, Rob closed his eyes and braced for the cock's savage penetration, feeling a measure of regret that, because of the situation, he would not be able to give it the love it deserved.
A minute passed and nothing happened. Rob slowly relaxed his body and opened his eyes. He looked into the Stallion's face. Dark and warm, the Stallion's eyes stared into his own. A gentle warmth slowly filled Rob's chest as the Stallion began to stroke his back with a heavy but gentle hand. Almost, lovingly. Rob closed his eyes and moaned softly, snuggling against the Stallion's chest.
"So...soft, warm..." Rob murmured.
Tenderly, the Stallion lifted Rob's head. As they looked into each others eyes, something passed between them.
'Something is different.' Thought the Stallion, 'This is different then any other time, or fur, before.'
The feeling of complete dominance was flowing through the Stallion intoxicating him.
'And I have not even slid myself into him yet'.
Running a hand down Rob's back, the Stallion sighed as he began to finger the squirrel. Softly, the Stallion with deft movements he teased and played with Rob's entrance. Rob was in heaven, all he could do is moan and love on this wonderful stallion. Then, realizing there was something he could do something to show how much he loved the treatment he was being given; He did the most natural thing in the world to show his appreciation. He slid himself downward, licking and nibbling the Stallion's neck and chest, until the Stallion's cock prodded his entrance. Looking into each others eyes, the Stallion caressed Rob's back one last time before gripping his waist, moving Rob's hips slowly in small circles to smear his pre all around the squirrel's opening, preparing him for the thrust that would be necessary to slide his equine meat in.
"Please...be gentle..." whispered Rob, the note of longing in his voice saying that he would not mind it rough.
Hearing his plea, the Stallion smiled.
'Looks like my servant was right!'
Slowly, the Stallion lifted Rob until he was dangling in the air above his fully erect cock.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Rob took a deep breath, and slowly drew his legs up to his sides, lifting his tail, leaving himself totally exposed to the dominating fur below him.
"Y-yes...please..."
Lowering him slowly, their moans blended as the Stallion's meat slowly penetrated Rob's tight hole. Rob's entrance resisted at first, but then the equine member slid in.
"Ohhhh! I-I can't hold..." Rob whimpered as the huge member inside of him pushed against his bladder, causing him to urinate on the Stallion's chest.
Looking into the squirrel's embarrassed eyes, the Stallion laughed softly.
"It's all right." The Stallion reassured Rob "But that gives me the right to do the same,"
"So now...my little one..." The Stallion pulled Rob down until he came to rest in to his lap. "It is my turn!"
The Stallion let loose, filling the squirrel with his urine.
"Gods...Oh Gods...Master!" Rob moaned loudly as he felt himself being filled with the Stallion's mark.
His eyes still closed, Rob braced his paws on his Master's chest, and began to ride the Stallion's cock, the Stallion's piss and pre lubing him adequately, allowing him to ride the equine meat without pain. Continuing to stroke the squirrel riding him, the Stallion played with Rob's chest, nipping it gently with his front teeth. Then, something clicked, and his eyes narrowed as he realized what Rob had just called him. Sitting back against the headboard the Stallion gazed the passionately moaning creature impaled completely on his cock.
'So...my slave was right to the 'T'." The Stallion thought ruefully "All it took was to let him set the pace.'
The Stallion smiled to himself. Rob was in paradise. He loved the equine cock within him, loved the fur he now called 'Master'. For Rob, everything was bathed in a warm light. Time seemed to stand still for them, as the Stallion continued to thrust into the now subservient squirrel, bottoming out each thrust. Moaning loudly, Rob took it all, every time. Then the Stallion stiffened, and climaxed into the squirrel on top of him. The feeling even more hot liquid being pumped into his insides was too much.
Rob joined in his Master's orgasm; The pressure released was tremendous, Rob's previous lack of climax made his climax now so much sweeter. The moment lasted forever; The two furs locked together crying out in unison as their seed sprayed on and into each other.
As the after-glow of his orgasm faded, the Stallion murmured to Rob "What do you wish of me?"
Laying limply on the Stallion's chest, his Master's cock still gently pulsing inside of him, Rob looked into the eyes of his Master.
Adoration shone in his eyes as he whispered softly, longingly "Please...accept me ...as your Bitch...to play with...as you see...fit...please!"
The Stallion nodded, smiling as Rob's vow was made. Rob closed his eyes, burying his face into the fur on the Stallion's chest, inhaling the Master's sweet musk, mixed with his sweat. Soon, a deep sleep clamed the exhausted squirrel. Continuing to stroke the sleeping fur, the Stallion lay back against the headboard and thought about what should be done.
'He won.' Thought the Stallion, looking at the clock showed that it had been one minuet past the deadline that he had finally gotten Rob's vow.
The Stallion could not help but doubt.
'Had I really broken him?'
That though ran uncontrolled through his mind. Rob's submission, while welcome, did not hold with any pattern that he had run across, or experienced, before. Thinking deeply, the Stallion once again thought of Wave.
More than once, the Stallion had found reason to question the type of dominance that he held over Path's brother. Path was obviously ruled by fear of him, but his brother?
Too tired to contemplate further, the Master lay on the bed and pulled a light blanket over himself and his Bitch.
'No,' he reminded himself, groaning softly as he slid his cock out of the sleeping squirrel. 'Not my Bitch, but a free fur. I lost, and he has won.'
Gently placing Rob beside him the Stallion pulled the blanket over them both.
"In the morning, you will go free." The Stallion murmured to the sleeping Fur beside him. The Stallion then joined Rob in slumber. On the other side of the door Wave slumped against the foot of the doorjamb, a look of shattered hopes on his muzzle.
"What have I done?" he whispered to himself.
......................................................................................................................................................
Rob came awake slowly. Contentment surrounded him liked like a blanket. Opening his eyes, he beheld the sleeping countenance of the Stallion. Rob lay there and just stared at the face of the one he had given himself to. The Stallion's breathing was deep and slow. Snuggling closer to his Master's massive frame, Rob sighed softly in contentment as the Master's warm breath surrounded him. Hearing a soft rapping noise, Rob reluctantly slid out from the warmth of the large bed. Shivering slightly, Rob went over to the door and opened it. Rob held a paw to his lips as Wave took a breath to speak.
Pointing to the still-sleeping Stallion, Rob tried to shoo Wave out of the room. Taking the hint, Wave put a paw on rob's shoulder and with a gentle squeeze, told Rob to come with him. Bowing his head, Rob complied, deciding he should treat the brothers the same way as the Master, not willing to disappoint the Stallion by being rude to his slaves. Following closely on Wave's heels, Rob's mind began to wander, losing himself in fantasy after fantasy about his Master.
So immersed was he, that he did not realize that Wave had stopped. The result of which being he walked into Wave's back. Rob made a startled chirp.
"Oh! I'm sorry..."
Wave sighed and leaned against the wall rubbing a paw across his eyes before speaking.
"I am sorry little squirrel, but you won..."
Rob stared at Wave, not comprehending what the lupine had just said.
"I...won?"
Nodding, Wave opened the door to the outside. As Rob saw the forest outside he realized the implications of what Wave had just said and what he had just done. Tears trickled from Rob's eyes as he slowly sank to his knees.
"No...please...no!"
Levering himself off the wall, Wave stood beside Rob, reaching down he gently fondled the squirrel's head and ears.
"I am sorry, but the Master is an equine of honor, and one of the points was that if he lost, you would leave, and that he, nor us, would ever bother you again."
The tears continued to flow as Rob collapsed upon himself, sobbing brokenly.
"Oh Gods! Please let this be a horrible dream! Please let me wake up!"
Wave stroked Rob's head.
"I am sorry, but you need to leave."
Eyes full of tears, Rob looked pleadingly up at Wave. Keeping his face stone-like, Wave pointed out into the forest that was visible through the door.
"Go now,"
Pity softened the lupine's voice as he continued,
"The longer you stay, the harder it will get."
Still sobbing softly, Rob got up and staggered out of the door. Wave watched until Rob was lost to sight.
"I am so sorry." Wave whispered to the silent forest "I was just trying to serve my Master..."
Turning his back on the forest, Wave disappeared inside the complex, shutting the door with an inaudible snap.
In the kitchen, Path was moving around briskly. I addition to his slave collar, he wore a freshly pressed white apron. Expertly draining a dish of steamed vegetables for the Master, he did not notice his brother walk in. Turning to deposit the gently steaming dish on the counter, Path started, as Wave brushed by him, in a matching apron.
"Hey, brother! Watch where you are going! You almost made me drop the Master's breakfast!"
Wave turned empty eyes on his brother. Ignoring the look his brother gave him, Path continued to rant "And another thing! What is with you skipping out on the cleaning? Hmm? Where do you go when you disappear? You know since I am the elder, Master holds me responsible, and I am the one he chains to a post when you miss a deadline!"
Wave turned away and continued to work with the softly simmering soup, not appearing to listen to his brother's ranting. Path exhausted by his rant stood there, panting lightly. It was then he realized that Wave was crying. Each tear sizzled as it fell on the stove top, evaporating almost as soon as the hit.
"Tears won't do you any good you know." Path said.
Turning, he picked up the plate he moved out of the kitchen speaking over his shoulder.
"I am going to go give the Master his breakfast, don't wonder off again while I am gone." Left alone in the kitchen, Wave continued to cry, not stopping his work all the while.
Path trotted with alacrity to his Master's room. Stopping at the door, Path knocked lightly at the door.
"Come in." came the Master's voice.
Opening the door, Path entered the room.
"Here is your breakfast Master." Path offered the dish to the Stallion.
The Stallion took the proffered dish without a word. Looking around the room, Path tried to find the squirrel.
"Master? Where is your new bitch?" Path asked.
The Stallion's face was impassive as he offhandedly remarked "What new bitch? I don't have a new bitch."
Confusion was evident on Path's face as he said "The captive I brought you..." Path broke off as he realized the implications of the Master's question. "Oh...oh no, you..." Path clamped his muzzle shut as the Master directed a glare at him. "I...am sorry Master..." Path muttered lowering his eyes.
The Stallion picked at his food, not feeling hungry. Putting the dish aside the Stallion slipped out from under the sheets.
"Make up the bed, and after you finish, send your brother in, I will be taking my shower."
Path, who had been standing, mouth open at the Stallion's nude figure, started as the command reached him.
"Y-yes Master" Path nodded repeatedly.
The Stallion walked from the room. As the Stallion left Path snuck a look at the equine's perfect ass. Left alone in the room, Path visibly relaxed.
"What am I? Am I a hypocrite?" Path demanded of himself "Why is it I find males attractive, but only when Master orders me, do I have the courage to follow my instinct's lead?"
Shaking his head, Path started to neatly fold the covers on the bed. Then he stopped
"There is something else...what is that mark on Master's ass?"
Finishing his chore, Path stepped back to look at his handiwork.
"I'll ask Wave. Maybe he will know. He always manages to know everything, the little smart-aleck."
Satisfied that all was well with the bed, Path left the room, trotting to the kitchen to fetch his brother.
Rob continued to wander, in a daze. Time ceased to mean anything to him. He continued to walk until he collapsed from hunger, from thirst, from the aching void in his chest. Curled into a ball at the foot of a young willow, Rob broke down completely. He cried until he was tired. Still sobbing softly, Rob drifted into a fitful slumber. Shivering in the night, he slipped deeper and deeper into the dream world, trying to escape the harshness of the real one.
His heart slowed its beating as the cold triggered his hibernation instinct. Morning came and yet he did not wake. Fur plastered to his body by dew, Rob continued to sleep. Night came and an early cold snap seized the forest in its pitiless grip. By morning, sheets of ice covered the squirrel.
The young stallion that was walking along the forest's edge discovered him by mistake, tripping over his prone form in the half-light of dawn. Discovering what had tripped him, the stallion picked Rob up.
"Gods...he is nearly dead! I have to get him someplace warm, quick!"
The young stallion ran as fast as he could the way he came. Coming to a massive house, the stallion slowed, fearful of returning.
"I hope the Mistress will not punish me!" he muttered to himself as he went inside.
Rob awoke in a strange room. Laying there, he reviewed his memories, trying to find sense in what was happening. He was warm and, evidenced by a number of empty soup bowls beside the bed, well fed. With a bit of effort, he recalled two wolves, called Path and Wave.
With their memories came a feeling of sadness, and of loss. Focusing on the memory of the two wolves, Rob tried to re-construct his memories. Then his mind shifted and he remembered the Master. With a sob, Rob felt his entire world came crashing down. Tears trickled from Rob's eyes as he curled into a ball, the pain he was feeling reaching beyond his body. He did not react as the door opened.
"This is the fur you spoke of?"
A deep, rich voice drifted into the room.
"Yes," answered a younger, but still very rich voice "I actually tripped over him while I was out by the forest edge. He was lying at the foot of a willow tree."
Uncurling a bit, Rob was confronted by the sight of two male Ponies, one older then the other. Both had a chestnut hue to their fur. Both wore heavy looking iron collars, and nothing else. The two equines continued to talk, unaware that he was awake.
"You know, the mistress will want to know why you were out of the house to begin with." The elder Pony said, a hit of amusement in his voice.
Wincing, the younger replied "Actually I am hoping that she will be so glad to have a new fur around that she won't care how he got here..."
The younger looked into the room. He started as he saw Robs gaze directed at them. "Hey! He is awake! That wasn't very long."
Stepping forward, the elder reached forward and felt Rob's forehead. "Hmm, he is still very feverish. If what you have told me is accurate, he is still very sick."
With dead eyes, Rob looked at the two equines, no interest shown in them or their presence.
"Good," Said the younger, looking over the elder's shoulder "He is not reacting to us. That means that he isn't a gay-fur. Those gay-furs creep me out."
The younger Pony walked forward and brought something out from under his collar. He did not see the amused glance that the elder directed his way as the younger stallion fitted the squirrel with the collar. Rob did not resist, he did not even react, as the small leather collar was fitted around his neck.
"Good boy." The younger complemented Rob. The elder then stepped forward and gently picked up the squirrel, careful not to hide any part of his body or to hurt him, holding him tenderly to his large chest.
"Mistress awaits, let's go."
The elder informed the younger. With a fluid step they left the room. Rob lay limply in the elder Pony's arms, all of his heart and mind wishing it was another who held him so easily.
The two Pony's Mistress was a breath taking sight. Clothed in nothing except a few jeweled bracelets and anklets, the Tigress lay back in her padded throne. Rob eyed her with complete disinterest. The two equines, however, were greatly affected. Up to that point their equine members had been flaccid. But as they stood at attention in front of the throne where their Mistress reclined, they grew hard, members pulsing with need. The Tigress smiled sweetly down on her two sex-slaves, as she said in a voice that was a melodious purr.
"Why, my ponies, what is this you brought me?"
The younger was tongue-tied, his gaze locked at a point in between her legs.
The elder, after a moment of gazing himself, said "Mistress, the younger found this fur close by, nearly dead. He thought it best to bring him in, knowing that you are always on the lookout for more servants."
The Tigress purred loudly, her pleasure evident as she spoke.
"My ponies, how thoughtful!"
She did not get up, but Rob felt her gaze intensify on him. In his mind, he heard her melodious voice, telling him that it would be alright. Slowly, Rob raised his head and looked as her, but still his eyes were dead.
"But it looks like the little squirrel is a eunuch!" The Mistress pouted cutely. "He shows not the slightest bit of interest for what he is surrounded by."
The younger equine squirmed a bit as the hormones being pored into his system started to drive away rational thought. Placing the squirrel between them on the dais, the elder stallion hurried to find an explanation that would satisfy the Mistress.
"W-well, Mistress, he is still somewhat sick. The younger found him nearly dead, and he has to have time to recover. And it will take awhile for...for...ye gods!"
Placed between the ponies, Rob sat upright, bringing his nose level with their cockheads. Slowly inhaling the sent drifting from the engorged members, Rob closed his eyes, to better allow him to concentrate on the smell. His cock began to slide out of its sheath as the erotic smell began to cloud his mind. In his head, the Tigress began to make good on her word.
As the intensity of the sent increased, she gained further access and Rob began to forget. What caused the elder Stallion's oath was the fact that Rob had begun to lick his member, softly, ever so softly, barely touching the sensitive skin of the Pony's cock. Turning his head, Rob began to lick the younger's cock, again barely touching the sensitive skin. The Pony's members jumped at the touch of Rob's tongue. Rob's paws seemed then to take on a life of their own as they floated up, wrapping themselves gently around both horse's cocks.
With a slow deliberation, Rob began to jack-off both of the equines at once. The elder's mouth dropped as the squirrel began to stroke his meat. The younger was in no better condition. The younger's legs began to tremble as the squirrel began to gently suck on his cockhead. The Tigress purred as she watched the scene unfold, holding her slit open with two fingers while rubbing gently with her middle one. Lost in his need, Rob began to deep-throat the younger equine. The younger whinnied as he felt his cock enveloped by the squirrel's throat.
"Ye Gods! Mistress, please stop him!" Cried the younger stallion.
The Tigress only purred and watched. The elder move sideways a bit and began to guide his cock to the squirrel's entrance. The younger equine tried to turn away. As he moved, however, Rob slipped under his legs, causing him to fall. Rob made a muted cry of pain as the younger equine's cock twisted deep inside of his throat, ripping his vocal cords apart. In the next moment, his cry of pain was silenced and Rob's eyes closed in pleasure as the elder's cock began to slide into his ass. On all fours, the younger found himself between his Mistresses' legs.
"Come on, my pony," she purred "Eat me up!"
Tentatively, the younger began to lick at his Mistress's moist slit. Not satisfied with the Pony's work, the Mistress took hold of the equine's head and began to grind her hips against his mouth. The younger stallion began to slide his tongue deeper. The Mistress gave off a half purr half yowl as the young equine found her sweet spot.
Rob could barely breathe, but he didn't care. His mind had been wiped clean. He was only aware of the pleasure being given to him. Bracing himself on all-fours, he swallowed the meat in his mouth. The younger whinnied and climaxed, shooting a load directly into the squirrel's stomach. The elder was in paradise. Never before had he trust himself into such a tight ass.
As the two stallions tried to catch their breaths, Rob began to snuggle against the elder stallion's chest. Gently, the elder put his arm around the squirrel and pulled him close. Smiling, Rob curled up against the equine's chest and fell asleep.
"M-mistress..." the younger equine stammered, "Could you make the squirrel go away?"
The Tigress purred as she said "Whatever for, my pony?"
The younger struggled to get to his feet.
"It's just that, I don't like gay-furs. They scare me."
The Tigress looked non-plussed.
"Oh, but pony, you like my other pony just fine!"
The younger backed away.
"He...he is?"
The elder looked up. After seeing the nod from his Mistress, he explained.
"Strictly speaking, I'm Bi. Either or, both are fine with me."
Holding the sleeping squirrel close he asked, "Mistress, may I keep him? I promise to take good care of him."
The Tigress purred her approval. "Yes my pony, he is now yours." She raised a paw and wagged it at the elder equine, "Now I want to see that you are taking good care of him." Looking at the squirrel, she shook her head sadly.
"It will take some effort," she warned the elder "He is now a mute, so you will need to pay close attention to him."
The elder nodded and picked Rob up tenderly. Adoration shone in the squirrel's eyes as he snuggled against the elder's chest. Looking down on his charge, the elder smiled.
"I will take very good care of you." He murmured.
The End...for now