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Can't a guy compliment a girl on her tits?

Apparently not.

That was the reason I was drying off my face with the dish rag the old Saint Bernard behind the counter was kind enough to lend me. I mean, they were right there, staring at me all night. How could I not just walk up to her and grab them? She was a mare after all, and a stallion like myself has a job to do; to breed those mares until they had a belly full of my future fillies. I'd said it so many times to the barkeep, Oliver. He even agreed with me most of the time. The dog said I should try my best. It's why I liked coming to this bar so much, even if I struck out a lot. I think it'd been months since I had a nice mare to slide into, but she was no fun. She slept through the whole thing. It pissed me off so much, that I dumped her on the side of the road. That will teach her to take a ride from a kind hearted prince like myself and not properly thank him.

I glanced at my phone, which thankfully hadn't gotten wet, and noticed the time. It was almost 2am, and it was about time I should head home. Coach was already mad at me, if I showed up late to one more practice he'd have my head, my water polo scholarship was hanging on by a thread. I sighed and tossed the rag onto the counter, took one long look around the bar, trying to see if there were any mares for me to pump my seed into, before reaching into my pocket to grab my wallet.

"Hey Oliver, I gotta settle my tab and then get going home," I said.

The chubby dog reached for a glass instead of my check, "How about one for the road? On the house." He said with a smile, before adding. "You look like you had a bad night, no harm in a little night cap to take some of that tension off, right?"

I furrowed my brow a bit. It was strange for a bartender to offer someone a free drink, but hey? He must just know how awesome I am and how horrible those bitches were tonight. That was good old Oliver, he knew just what a man needed and what a mare deserved, he was so much like myself.

I grinned, "Sure, why not?"

The dog turned around and went for the shelf where he kept the good stuff, I couldn't see what he was pouring but it had to be the good stuff. I smirked and ran my fingers through my golden mane, as he turned back around and set the glass down in front of me. He watched me as I picked up the glass, in hindsight that might have been a sign something was fishy, but hey, I wasn't about to pass up a free drink.

I brought it up to my lips, tossed that scotch back like it was a shot, and said, "Thanks Oliver, you're a true friend."

**

After that, I remember my head falling face first off the bar, and then falling to the onto the grimy floor. There are some other bits with fuzzy faces and voices, but it's still pretty much a blur. The only thing I remember clearly after that was getting an ice cold bucket of water dumped on my and my body being yanked back from what my stupid English teacher from freshman year would have called "a temporal void of neither time or space" or some shit like that. I shivered, and blinked trying to take in my surroundings. I was in some sort of basement, I could tell from the exposed pipe, dusty musty smell, and stacks of boxes along the wall. Around that time was when I noticed the kegs and I realized I must still be in the bar.

I glanced down at my hands and noticed that they'd been tucked away inside a pair of leather mitts. I looked at them strangely, my head still swirling as I tried to remember what had happened to me. I tried to call out for help, but incoherent mumbling escaped from my jaw, my brain having not yet recovered from the drugs used to get me into that basement.

I heard a soft chuckle, and then a familiar voice say, "Hey Brutus, the jock is awake." I glanced over and saw Oliver sitting on a keg of beer.

He was as naked, his large belly hanging slightly over his crotch, the golden hoops on his moobs glinting as he played with my phone in his paw. I tried to yell for him to stop, because for some strange reason I was more concerned about him having my phone than him and myself being naked. I went to slam into him so he'd drop my phone, but when I went to stand up I found myself plummeting back to the floor as I became painfully aware of the spreader bar between my legs. I tried to kick and thrash to get it off but it was no use. I went to try and get the mitts off, but between my lack of thumbs at that moment and how those mitts were locked on with some sturdy padlocks, that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

I heard laughter come from the darkness and I turned my head to see where it was coming from. Then I saw him. Brutus. He was the bouncer from the bar, we'd even tussled a few times. The Doberman wasn't the biggest guy in the world, he reminded me of a quarterback, he was muscular but light, which made him quick on his feet with power to back it up. He was naked just like Oliver, his massive black balls swinging under his thick sheath. I tried to curse at him, my muzzle slurring the words again as my brain still tried to catch up to the drugs surging through me.

"Did you hear that Oliver? It sounded like the bitch said 'Thank you, I can't wait to have my ass bred tonight'."

When I heard those words I whinnied in horror, for the first time my brain making the mental connection of why I was here. My heart began to pound, my nostrils flared with rage and I thrashed against my bonds, slamming my fists against the ground as I tried to break off those blasted leather dog mits, and that's when Brutus lived up to his reputation and sprinted over to me, jumping on me and slamming me flat against the ground and holding me in place.

"Damn this filly still has some fight in her," the Doberman said as he grabbed my arms and held them flat against the ground and above my head.

"Just means we'll get to have fun breaking her," Oliver said as he moved in front of me, reaching down and grabbing my golden mane and yanking my head so I'd have to look him right into his deep brown eyes. "Just like you broke, Jenny."

I looked at him confused for a few moments trying to understand what he meant and then he spoke again. "Judging by the stupid look on your face, pony, you have no idea who I'm talking about, but I'll be happy to enlighten you. She was a pretty spotted mare that would love to come into my bar, have a few drinks with her girlfriends, unwind, and happily head home without a care in the world. I'd see her at least once a week, and she always seemed to have a good time." The Saint Bernard growled, "that was until she walked into my bar as I was closing, clothes torn from her body, tears rolling down her face as dried stallion cum clung to her inner thighs. The mare could barely speak, her throat raw from someone forcing their dick inside, and she stumbled over to me, collapsing into my arms. I called the cops and they took care of her, I told them who did it. I knew you were the only scum that ever came into my bar that would be enough of a monster to do that, but they told me I didn't have enough evidence."

That's when the older dog held out my phone in front of me, and he showed me some pictures from a few weeks ago. They were some nice shots of a chestnut mare who was passed out in the back of my car, clothes torn from her body, and my hand groping one of her large breasts, and then the shots that followed showed every single thing I did to her-- including the cream filling inside of her cunt.

In hindsight I should have never taken those pictures, but at the time I thought it was my right to do that as a stallion, to just force that filly's legs apart and fuck her raw, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway, when Oliver showed me those pictures I just snorted and said some gibberish that was supposed to be "the bitch wanted it".

Then the Doberman on my back laughed and shifted his weight, "oh what was that girl? You're sorry and you want to make up for what you did?"

The old dog grinned, "you know, I think he did. Which is great because that's exactly what you're going to do." Oliver said as he stood up and walked over to a box that was too high for me too see the top of, but as the night went on everything on it would be used on me. He set my phone down, grabbed a ring gag from it, and walked back over to me, his heavy boots making heavy falls against the concrete floor. It was a sound I'd almost find comforting as the years went on, but tonight it was just a minor footnote in a long stream of events that would lead to my fate, which I was about to learn.

He squatted down in front of me, the ring hanging from his finger, as he looked down at me. "I was just going to settle for turning you into the cops, even though you'd most likely just get a slap on the wrist and your school would get you out of any charges brought against you. But something you said a few nights ago really stuck with me, I think it was 'You know, Oliver? A man needs to fuck regularly, he needs to spill his seed in some bitches unless he get's pent up and he starts to get all sorts of ideas. Its what makes them get into fights with each other, steal, rob, and do all sorts of horrible things. If more mares would just keep their mouths shut and tails lifted, the world would be a better place'."

I still remember how the leather strap on that gag waved back and forth almost hypnotically as he talked, before he said something that made my blood boil.

"And then I realized instead of having you go about your happy little life, getting away with what you did to Jenny, I could make sure that it never happened into anyone in my bar again. By making sure that there was a bitch who always had a ready muzzle or lifted tail, and do you know who that bitch is going to be?" He paused for a moment to let the ice run through my veins. "You. Me and my friend here are going to turn you from a stallion who has never been broken into a nice slutty mare that knows how to suck better than a hoover. Then every night you'll be able to make sure every single male in the bar never has to get a case of blue balls again."

My eyes were as wide as saucers as I heard that, a fear filled whinny filled my throat, and I finally managed to form words with my mouth. "Fuck you!" which were the only real words I was able to say that night, and they were soon the last as the large fat dog grabbed my mouth, forced my jaws apart, and shoved the gag inside. I bit down on that large ring of metal in my muzzle, neighing as the Doberman kept my head locked firmly in place, his fingers gripping my mane firmly as Oliver strapped the gag in place. I could feel my teeth clattering against the metal as he dropped my head and my chin smacked into the stone floor. Then Brutus shifted from my back and stood up next to the big Saint Bernard.

"So what should we have the bitch do first boss?" The Doberman asked as his paws slide down to tease the jutting erection from his groin.

"Hmm let's ease him into it a bit, let's have him get the scent and taste of a real male while I get his 'pussy' ready for its first pounding." I shuddered in my restraints as he said that, I wanted to protest but the Doberman was already on his knees and he had a fist full of my golden mane. He was grinning down at me lewdly as he forced my flat black nose right against his large black orbs. He held my nose there, keeping my head forward as I was forced to wonder just what the bartender meant as his foot steps fell behind me. I could feel his fingers sliding across my back and cupping my ass cheeks before spreading them apart.

"Ahh I knew it. This mare has such a pretty pussy, the guys at the bar are just going to love this." The old dog exclaimed.

The Saint Bernard's finger slide between my cheeks and I felt it trace around the outside of that taboo pucker. "I just know it'll be a great attraction for all those drunk men. They'll just slip in after a few brews, go up to your stall and pound this whore cunt to get all their aggressions out." That dog growled, before I heard him spit and a warm glob of saliva land on my puckered hole, I felt his finger smear it around my opening, and I whinnied in fear as I felt that thick finger slide into my untouched hole.

"Wow, sounds like she's already loving it Oliver." The Doberman said as he ground his balls right into my nose, forcing me to inhale his musky scent or breath through my mouth and risk sucking those heavy balls right against my lips.

I could feel inch after inch as that finger sink inside of me, that dog's hairy knuckles grinding against me before long. I could feel him start to rock his finger back and forth before he said, "I wonder how long it'll be before this tight pussy is loose enough for a real stallion to just slide in, lube free. Or maybe the boys at my bar will be lucky and this cunt will stay nice and tight."

I didn't get a chance to think about that sentence much, before I felt the grip on my mane tighten, and I heard three words I'd become all too familiar with in my life.

"Lick it, whore." The Doberman ordered.

I whinnied in protest as that Doberman's cock slapped across my muzzle and he pulled it back so the shaft slid across my face before hovering in front of my gagged, open, muzzle. In hindsight he could have just shoved his dick in, but that's not what he wanted. He wanted me to submit. To show I was a whore.

Needless to say I refused, my nostrils flaring and my head shaking no. I listened to the dog behind me growl as I did that, and then I felt a large powerful hand wrap around my black furred orbs and squeeze. I cried out as I felt a jolt of pain shoot through my body, and that cry turned into one filled with fear as I heard what the dog had to say next. "You know, a gelding might make a much better filly than a stubborn stallion. So if you don't get into line, my gloryhole mare might be one step closer to being a real one..."

It is really hard to argue with a statement like that. Even though I was going to be their glory hole mare, it was still a lot better than being that than a gelding. So I bitterly stuck my tongue through that metal opening and ran it across the drooling tip of that Doberman's shaft, getting my very first taste of that salty pre as it rolled across my tongue. That's when I felt him tug my mane, and slide his cock right into my open muzzle. It was disgusting. I could feel every single veiny inch of his cock against my tongue as his tickled my tonsils with his tip.

Than I felt a second finger pop into my ass, and a groan of pain escaped my lips as he began to finger fuck my ass with those two thick digits, another glob of saliva falling on my puckered hole easing his assault as the Doberman began to yank my mane, forcing me to bob my head along his shaft. I could hear him moaning above me as he said,

"Mmm such a damn fine mouth. Though, she's got a lot to learn. I think we'll have to make sure she's nice and trained before we take her upstairs, Olly." Brutus said.

"Well first we need to break in this ass..." The old Saint growled, "Why don't you go first? Since you're already slicked up."

The Doberman didn't answer right away instead he took a second to think about it his balls slowly tapping against my chin as he thrusted away into my muzzle as I drooled around his pulsing length. He gave one last yank of my mane, forcing his dick down the back of my throat and making me gag.

"Might as well. Besides, I know how much you like feeling another guy's cum around your dick when you fuck someone." The Doberman teased.

The old dog grinned, "Makes great lube for my monster."

The Doberman chuckled, "Sure. That's the reason."

He slid from my muzzle, a combination of spittle, ball sweat, and pre cum dripping down my chin as he let go of my mane and my head dipped down as I tried to spit the taste of him from my mouth, it musta looked funny considering I had that gag in. I learned pretty quick you always have to swallow when you have those gags in, swallowing is impossible. The metal bar between my legs felt heavier as I heard that Doberman walk behind me as the Saint Bernard walked in front of me. The bartender that I was thought of as somewhat of a friend stood in front of me in just those heavy brown leather boots of his, my hazel eyes looking up at him as he stroked his thick dick.

"You're already drooling just thinking of having my nice thick dog meat in your muzzle as another real stud pounds your ass, aren't you?" He teased.

I mumbled a response, but the dog just said, "I'll take that as a yes."

I watched as he stepped forward, one hand grabbing my mane and holding my head still as he took his drooling cock tip, and slide the head around the metal ring and my lips, following the line of that perfect O, before taking the tip of his shaft and sliding it right into my muzzle. His cock pressed right up against the metal in my maw, as if it was made just for his shaft. I tried not to recoil as it filled my mouth, that salty musky flesh pressing right against my tongue. I heard him growl softly above me, and say.

"Good to know those mouth is good for something other than spewing stupid ideas," Oliver said.

He slid into my muzzle until his crotch fur was rubbing right against my nose, and I had to inhale his scent with my every breath or risk choking on the massive cock in my muzzle. I could feel it pulsing against my tongue, my sore jaw begging me to close my mouth, but his cock and the ring forced it to stay open. He leaned over me, his belly laying across the bridge of my muzzle, and he reached down across my my back and grabbed my fawn colored by ass cheeks. He gave an awkward thrust, just trying to remind me that his cock was in my muzzle as he spread my cheeks apart showing off my glistening hole to the dog behind me. I could almost feel the glowing aura of satisfaction coming off the Doberman as he looked at my ass.

I shuddered and heard the old dog say, "Relax if you want, this is going to hurt regardless."

I shuddered with fear as I felt that pointed cock head press against my puckered hole, and without warning that Doberman thrust forward. I whinnied in pain around that thick cock in my muzzle, drool sliding down over the light brown balls pressed against my chin as that Doberman took my untouched hole.

I could feel inch by painful inch as he sunk inside of me. I could feel my body trying to reject him as pained sobs escaped around the thick dick in my mouth. I felt like my insides were on fire as he finally sunk all the way inside of me. I could feel those muscular hips resting against my ass as he growled with pleasure.

"I knew this mare would be tight, but damn..." The Doberman panted. I could feel those heavy black balls grinding against my own stud nuggets, and I could just imagine the stupid look on his face when he did it. His pointed ears would have been folded back, his tongue lolling out, and his ass flexing as he gave a playful thrust inside of me; just to remind me who the Alpha of the situation was, just like Oliver had.

I could feel the Doberman's hands slide across my back, as he waited for a second like he was trying to remember the moment forever, before pulling back and thrusting back in. I felt my breath escape my lungs and a pain filled neigh come out around that dog's cock in my muzzle-- tears rolling down my face. The Saint Bernard shifted back up so he could look down at me as my lips strained around his thick cock and that metal gag. He kept a tight hold on my mane as he just slowly slide in and out of my mouth, watching as that cock of his slid out of my warm wet muzzle. His eyes filled with hate and lust as he looked into my own that were filled with fear.

"You have the same deer in the head lights look Jenny did on the night she walked into my bar. I wonder how long it'll take before that look goes away. Weeks? Months? Years?" The Saint Bernard asked.

The dog growled at that and the grip on my mane tightened and his slow playful thrusts soon turned into a full forced face fucking. That dog buried his bone into my muzzle like a jackhammer pounding pavement. My lips felt numb and my arms started to shake, I tried to push him off of me as I begged him to stop, sobbing as that Doberman behind me began to fuck me just as hard. I pushed harder, and then I felt a hard slap across my face. I cried out in pain as the that dog looked back at me again. He didn't say anything.

He didn't need to.

That was a warning. If I ever wanted to make it out of here as a stallion I had to accept my fate as a mare. I wept softly, my tail lifting higher as those two dogs pounded into my holes. A feeling I'd get more used to than I'd like to admit.

I could feel balls slapping against my chin and ass at the same time, those studly dogs grunting and groaning. My cock straining between my legs as the pressure on my prostate forced me to get hard and drip onto the stone floor. It was a nightmare that never ended. I could feel the bouncer starting to tense up, his knot starting to expand as it popped in and out of my ass before it finally got too big to go back in. Looking back I realized he was trying not to tie with me so they could fuck me all night long as much and as long as possible, but at the time I was just thankful. I don't think I could have taken that thick knot inside of me, I think I would have broken in half. But eventually I would take bigger.

I heard that dog behind me growl, and shout "Fuck!" as he buried his bone in deep, and thick dog spunk filled my ass for the first time. I sobbed as I felt that other man's cum enter my ass. That was the first time that night I felt truly like a weak mare. I'd been fucked and bred. I realized then what Jenny must have felt like when she woke up on the side of the road with my cum filling her.

I felt Oliver's hot breath rolling across my ear and he whispered "Better get used to the feeling of cum in you slut, you'll always have some in you from now on." A soft growl soon followed, and he strained his back and he grunted. "And you're about to get your first taste of it too."

He thrust in so deep I felt the head of his cock teasing my tonsils as I sobbed. He intentionally pulled back just as his cum starting to shoot from his dick so every single drop would land on my tongue and I was forced to taste it. I tried to swallow or spit just to get it out as that thick stud cream cooled on my tongue. He looked me in the eyes and said. "Welcome to your new life, mare."

**

That was years ago now.

They spent a long time wit me in that basement slowly breaking my will; making sure I'd play the part of their mare right. I'm not sure how long I was down there, but eventually they brought me upstairs and showed me what my new home was going to looked like. It was the middle stall in the bathrooms, they'd removed the toilet, shore up the walls, and put in restraints that were bolted to the floor and walls. They showed me how I'd be locked in, my muzzle pressed right against one of the holes drilled into the side as my ass pressed against another. They were also going to keep a dog dish under where my cock would hang, so when I came from those backed up stud fucking my mare-pussy my cum would dribble right into that dish and at the end of my night I'd need to drink every last drop, before they took me back to my cell.

Then they showed me what the other side of the stalls sides looked like. Apparently they commissioned an artist to paint a pretty mare's upturned ass, and where her pussy would be was the hole that would lead right to my mare-pussy. The other hole on the other hand has a mare drawn on her knees, her hands pushing her breasts together as she rides a thick horse dildo. He mouth painted around the hole that would lead to my muzzle.

They showed me the cameras set up so I'd get to see every male the fucked me thanks to the LCD mounted just above my mouth hole. I'd get to watch as every single sweaty horny man shoved their dick in one hole or another and as their faces scrunched up and they fucked their cum into one of my holes. I used to dream of escape from this place, but as the years have gone on I just dream of being able to stretch every once and awhile or have a book to read on the slower nights. I wonder what happened to Jenny sometimes, but I'm to afraid to ask just in case it makes Oliver come up with some new way to torment me.

My life is a never ending stream of dicks and cum. I usually have someone getting off in me as my cock flexes between my legs, wishing some well hung stud would come in and pound my ass until I would whinny like a filly and cum. But that's a lot harder to come by these days. But hey, that's just how life goes here between the stalls.