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HOSTLE(R)2

Jeff rubbed his sore ass, looking over at the stern face of the bored equine lord. Every inch of his being screamed an utter hatred of the fancy dressed master for the humiliation he inflicted.

The pain of his burning ass-such a burning ache that the tenderized flesh felt as if it would never support his weight in a chair ever again.

And worstly, all it took was one single touch to set off the horrible sensation once more. Clearly, he would be sleeping on his stomach.

"Bastard."

Poneh looked on in apathy, ceasing to care in such matters.

Jeff was tired; his legs sore from standing, his body weary from abuse, his muscles worn with every blinding angry emotion that could surge through them.

And the fear.

It was barely there under all that fury, but it was still there. A fear that if he disobeyed too fiercely, the master would repeat the lesson with utmost mirth.

As he stood at attention before the scrupulous inspection of the little pony (not really that little), Poneh nodded and gave Jeff a hard dismissive slap on his fiery asscheeks before heading back into his study.

Jeff slumped to the floor on his knees and seethed in anger and agony from the sudden jolt to his bruised backside.

There was no blood or broken skin, but all the same, being whipped hurted like a monstrous amount of hell-like being stung by a hundred wasps; the venom still burning right under the skin.

It was when he heard the flipping of a magazine that he dragged himself slowly up with sweat coming down his eyes and the sticky sensation of it between his crotch and the black lace thong.

"Go to your stall, bitch. I'm done with you." Poneh mused, giving a joyous little horsie laugh.

Briefly, Jeff thought about what he would do about how he was dressed. Finally, he just began to tear off the demeaning uniform before leaving the room to the custody of the guarding stallion right outside.

Strange, he noticed, that he always had a guard or two who would make sure he never snuck out of any room despite that there were stallions constantly roving the halls in their many pursuits.

As he walked down the hallway with a chestnut bay at his side-proud and tall as a statue of a war hero-he knew that the only one in this whole place who cared the least about him was the stable keeper-even if the palomino horse always treated him like an animal.

It was as an animal in an affectionate and attentive manner that Jeff could come to appreciate.

When the groom closed the door behind him, the first thing those gentle eyes saw were the red angry welts and tender swelling of his well-used ass.

"What did you break?" The palomino kindly asked.

Jeff collapsed to his knees with the weight of the whole day crashing on him like a great stone, crying and full of hopelessness.

Quiety, the horse came up to him and knelt before him; pulling some apple slices wrapped in a baggy from his breast pocket.

"Why don't you have some, pony? It'll help, I'm sure." Came that soft compassionate voice.

But the human just shook his head to refuse, his body so sore from the ordeal he wanted to just fall down on his face and die.

In fact, he could have fallen down except he didn't want to hurt the palomino in front of him in the process.

"I want to die-or I want to kill Poneh. I'm so confused."

The stallion nodded, rubbing his chin as he listened and put the apple treat away.

"I can give you a good rubdown. Would you like that pony? I even have a soothing balm for your tush if you'll let me go back there."

For a brief moment, Jeff thought about how good it would feel to have someone take care of him and remove his pain.

"And tomorrow-who will want to abuse me then?"

The palomino gave a soft affectionate nicker, shaking his mane as he reached out his hands to stroke Jeff's chest and shoulders.

"I can't answer that. You know I can't. But I'll always be here to ease away your troubles and care for you when every stallion has had his own vicious way with you."

Jeff looked into fascinating emerald eyes and finally saw the beauty and empathy behind them.

...........................

Dex gave a wry smile as he slapped Olly's ass hard with his rubber glove, the muscle of the fjords' butt jiggling like gelatin, the little striped whore-mare whining out in equine protest as he was further demeaned.

The pony enjoyed the time spent in playing with his new toy and little did Olly know, Dex had agreed to rent him out the next day to be bred like a mare on her first Spring heat cycle of the year.

Olly whined as Dex carelessly shoved a thick rubbery finger into his sore protesting asshole; squealing once more like a filly that had been mounted before her time.

"You'd best learn to take a cock in that pretty ass of yours as soon as you can. In the near future, it will be seeing quite a bit of use." Dex mused softly, licking his rubbery fingers with obvious ecstatic joy.

Olly looked back uncertainly, swishing his tail with obvious fear at what the cruel master could have planned.

"Now, why don't you be a good little whore and get dressed for me?"

It was at that moment Dex revealed some nice folded PINK clothes from a pile on a table nearby, throwing them carelessly right at the fjord pony.

"Wha?!-" A pair of pretty frilly pink panties with purple lace slid down his muzzle with an odd silken watery sensation, a cute little dress falling into his lap from where he knelt.

Olly looked up uncertainly, tears welling up in his eyes at the obvious humiliation about to befall him.

"But master..."

Dex took a cattle prod from his belt and turned it on in response with a bored tap and a nonchalant flick of his braided tail.

"Better get started you little bitch." Dex mused as his motivation crackled as if to reiterate his point.

....................

Greg raised his arms sleepily and cuddled against the soft radiating warmth of the shire's great black chest and couldn't hide the inevitable giggle as he felt his plastic diaper rub against that of his Daddy.

The funnel ears focus on the soft noise of his laugh and the giant affectionate eyes slowly open like two giant moons.

"Hello." Daddy reaches his head out just enough to give Greg an affectionate lick on his cheek.

The human hugged the powerful slick neck in response, closing his eyes with simple loving bliss.

At first he could well remember how awkward it was to find such feelings for a guardian whom amounted to a slave master, but eventually such wonderful emotions as this most primal of tenderness shared between them became second-nature.

It became so deep and tender that it was almost as if they were pronounced soul-mates. Very few bonds could underscore the love between a parent and offspring, as Greg was soon discovering much to his joy.

"We have a playdate with your friends today, so be good...okaaaaaay?" Then he reached out that tongue and gave another wet horsie kiss.

Greg felt too obedient to really give his guardian any trouble so instead for answer he gave the whiskery fuzzy muzzle a light kiss and collapsed tiredly back onto the soft relaxed heaving chest of the giant horse.

A giant horse that could easily cuddle him to death were he not careful.

Then the horse sniffed the air uncertainly and looked back into Greg's eyes.

"Baby wet himself? Okies; let's go get you cleaned up."

Daddy lifted Greg up gently and saw the wet yellow sodden bulge on his diapered crotch.

Only two days, Greg realized with some fright that he was having less and less control over himself.

"And after we get you changed, we can have some breakfast and watch pony tales."

Pony tales? Now Greg was actually looking forward to waking up; he hadn't seen that show for years. It wasn't what he would call a 'favorite', but he certainly missed it after it was cancelled.

"Okie." Greg blushed as the shire picked him up and took him toward the changing table.

Just as gently as before, he found his butt on the edge of the table, his butt and crotch fermenting in his own fresh warm piss-yet, he wouldn't trade the unpleasantness for everything.

Daddy's nostrils crinkled as he undid the tape of the diaper and the smell of all that fluid filled his muzzle. It was uncomfortable for him at first, but Greg watched in surprise as the horse actually took deep breaths of his unique human stink-

Before taking the sodden mess calling itself a diaper out from under his sticky butt and replaced it with a fresh one, sprinkling lots of powder like a tickling rain of snowdrops.

-CREAK-

Greg looked shyly towards the nursery door as doctor Bigluv casually walked in, carrying his black bag.

"You didn't forget our appointment, did you?" He remarked, certainly jovially.

With the smell of alcohol all over him, Greg did not much like his sudden visit.

Stallion Daddy taped up his diaper and pulled up a chair, sitting Greg in his giant lap.

"Actually, I certainly did. We were having alot of fun."

Bigluv rubbed his chin in speculation; "Hmmm."

It wasn't the smell of alcohol that one would have on his breath when he was drinking too much, it was the other smell that Greg had instinctively learned to fear since early childhood.

The doctor reached into his bag and pulled a little bound padded black case, setting it on the floor right next to Daddy's right hoof.

Then when Greg saw Bigluv removing an alcohol sanitation wipe from an aluminum lined wrapper, some sort of animalistic force took over him that was all fear and fight.

"Holy!-" Daddy gasped out, surprised by the sudden change in his foal.

"Hold him." Bigluv ordered, coming close with the wipe.

Greg didn't care how much his leg would hurt if he tried to run; there was something primal in him that wanted nothing to do with what the thoroughbred doctor had in mind.

-And then the giant arms were wrapped securely about his body as he tried to free himself.

"What's going on?!" Daddy asked with concern even as it clearly looked like the human had not given up.

"Congratulations. Your foal is afraid of needles."

"But you've been giving him intravenous morphine this entire time!" The shire protested, trying to lay his head by Greg's face to reassure him.

Bigluv reached forward with the wipe and sanitized the skin of the human's shoulder-before opening the case and revealing four separate syringes.

"I was dosing him while his body was too tired and full of pain to give a shit. Now, he's all instinct."

The doctor took one shot out and pulled the cover off the point with his teeth.

"You got a hold on him? This is going to look like the exorcist real fast."

Daddy looked about uncertainly; "Do-do I need to punish him?"

Greg gave a strangled cry as he furiously tried to get out of the shires' hold, his eyes angry and wide with sudden fright, his skin cold with nervous sweat.

"No, this isn't the Greg we know. He just has some crossed wires from his past that don't agree with his current personality. I assure you that discipline will be unnecessary; he still loves you-its just that he obviously doesn't like me." As if to reiterate that point, Greg lunged forth to try to bite the smaller equine.

"Yeah. Doesn't like me. I have that effect on people."

Bigluv leaned in close to Greg with as somber and emotionless an expression as he could make, "This is for your own good. You need some booster shots for immunity to some diseases here if you are going to continue to stay with us."

The animal in Greg could only snarl back and actually began to try to bite the two muscular arms holding him fast.

Then he gave such a pained squeal of protest as Bigluv sticks the first needle in his arm-almost to the bone-and hastily injects the fluid into his body.

Greg was screaming. It was unnatural. Surreal and strange like a little vicious monster had taken his place on the shire's warm caring lap.

"Don't...let...go..." Bigluv announces calmly once more as he prepares the next shot-inching the sharp point toward the unprotected skin.

The strange behavior was so alien and subconscious that Greg wasn't even making any sounds more complex than one would expect someone's hurt pet to make.

When the needle actually stuck into the bone of his arm, the human thrashed and whined as well as he was able, giving Bigluv trouble in trying to pull it out and try again.

"I HOPE I don't need to get my two orderly friends in here just for this." Bigluv snarled in threat.

Greg was too far gone in his transformation to care what the doctor said, but Daddy knew what would happen and consolidated his efforts to try to gain more control of the energetic body in his arms.

"That isn't necessary doctor-just please get this done and get the hell out before he gets worse."

Worse could mean a heart attack or stroke from the way he was stressed and over-exerting himself.

And then the wounded creature began to kick out wildly with his legs as his eyes became bloodshot and enraged-screaming, just screaming.

Daddy gave a tired gust from his large nostrils and shook his head in frustration.

Greg's eyes widened at the sight of the third booster shot-the thrashing continued along with his wild mewling howls of umistakable anger.

Then he threw his head back sharply as the point dug neatly into his already painful arm, howling-barking-

For long moments, the shire could not discern what kind of pet he had in his arms at any given time.

"Hold still! Do you want a treat?!" Bigluv snarled, the last booster shot in his hand and ready to go-except Greg was going crazy and while he moved so wildly, Bigluv was afraid the needle point could break if he tried.

A flailing leg caught Bigluv right in the nose, surprising him.

"I told you to hold him! I didn't come here to look after a sorry excuse for a pet!" Bigluv snarled, rubbing his nostrils with a scowl, blood beginning to drip down.

"And old friend, if he kicks out again, I WILL get some help who can control him. Be assured of that."

Greg's eyes widened with fear at the needle smoothly gliding toward him-going deep into his skin.

"No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no!!!!!!"

"The animal can talk after all." Bigluv wryly mused in his ill temper, pulling the needle out and finally taking a handful of cotton balls to his nose. "Damn he can certainly kick." The black throughbred remarked as the shire struggled to calm his hyperventilating and excited charge.

"Sorry. I did my best to control him." Daddy softly clucked out, rubbing his warm furry face against Greg's.

..................

Jeff looked at the ridiculously dressed fjord in his pretty sissy outfit and almost ready to break out with a laugh.

Dex looked on amusedly, waiting for all the little friends to be gathered before he went on with his plans.

But any humor Jeff could have had was imediately broken when his friend was carried in by a giant black and white furred horse who seemed to snuggle and kiss him whenever he had the chance.

"Greg?" He began uncertainly as the other college student looked over, a pacifier in his mouth and his left arm lightly bruised.

And he wore a diaper.

Olly snorted and gave a little curtsy as politely as he could before Dex gave him a hard slap on the ass.

"Don't be shy pony. There's a reason why I brought you here!" Dex remarked with a grin.

Olly hid a sniffle and lifted his dress, presenting his panty butt to Greg and then to Jeff.

"I am-here-to make...my playmates happy." Olly replied brokenly in a humiliated whisper.

"Good girl. Get on all fours." Dex ordered.

Olly looked around uncertainly, seeming to know what was going to happen.

"It pulls its panties down or it gets the cattle prod." Dex growled impatiently, finally ending the fjord's protest and Olly got on the ground as he was bidden.

Jeff realized then that there were one of two things that could happen at that moment: Either he or someone else would fuck Olly, or he would be humiliated in some other way.

"Now the panties little sissy pony." Dex mused, even as the giant stallion holding Greg seemed to watch with a large entertained grin.

Neither; a unicorn stepped in-naked and sporting pretty golden bows tied in his mane and tail.

"Rovas. I have your new toy." Dex mused, carelessly lifting Olly's dress and making the little striped stallion sissy whine out in humiliated indignation-even as the unicorn licked his lips and crossed his arms with a light authority of patience.

"Good. I needed some fun. Don't either of you other two fuck sluts worry none-your lucky today. I'm gonna leave you with sloppy seconds in this well used filly hole."

Olly became nervous when he heard that. It was obvious that Rovas was going to live up to his title.

With an elegant flirt of his tail and a careless toss of his silky brushed mane, the unicorn dropped easily right behind Olly, his cock stiff and dripping sticky fluid in preparation for his new conquest.

The other two stallions laughed as Rovas bit into Olly's ear and teased him with tentative whispers about how much of a pony whore he was and that he had to beg for Rovas' cock-painstakingly rolling those pretty pink panties right down Olly's butt and thighs until his anus was in plain sight and the frill garment entrapped his sheath in an impenetrable soft net.

The fjord screamed out shyly, not liking where this was going- "No! Please don't!"

The unicorn ignored him, slicking up his cock with his own saliva just as calmly and patiently as if he were putting together a clarinet for a minor recital.

"What's that?" The unicorn mused-his face oblivious and uncaring to his striped pony fuck toy.

"Please don't-"

"Wait any longer?" Rovas cut in with a mischievous grin, "As you wish."

Olly uttered a horrendous tortured cry when the unicorn battered his tailhole with that pretty pink rapier of cockflesh-the head smashing at his tight hole mercilessly until it had found entrance and sunk right in as hot as a brand in unprotected flesh while the pony shivered.

Dex barely covered a covert jubilant horsie smirk, his tail flagging as if from some unseen sexual contact.

Even Jeff had to close his eyes at certain moments; when the unicorn was a vicious fucking beast that made Olly scream like he had been castrated or something.

The pony cried, tears smearing his mascara and eyeshadow into gaunt dreary patches along his cheeks, fucked almost senseless by the giant equine tool going crazy in his ass and the occasional nasty devastating and molesting series of spanks on his already bruised horsie buns-purple was mixing with his gold and making it look like some assembledge of color on a rump that looked like it had been hastily splashed with paint.

After countless predatory thrusts into his submissive ass, the unicorn growled with delight and erupted with devastating effect; cum leaking out of his tender ass in streams and the unicorn collapsed tiredly to his back-expecting Olly to hold him up like a good worthless little mare.

But it wasn't over-even as Rovas cleaned sweat off of his cheekbones and muzzle with a slightly stained rag, he pointed at Jeff and urged him on with a commanding wave of one finger and a certain voracious look of his eyes.

"I said it was your turn." The unicorn remarked, slapping Olly in his maroon ass once more before giving what could pass for a banshee laugh.

Jeff didn't know how to react to that-not immediately. His only thought was that he definitely didn't want to put the fjord in any more pain-even if he WAS responsible for getting him and his friend in this hell.

Of course, the other thing that he could guess at was that Rovas might do the same thing to him if he didn't obey and perform the act.

The unicorn's lip quirked into a little elegant and entertained smirk; "And let's get Greg down here, too. He might have a broken leg, but that certainly won't stop a blowjob-will it little slutty pony sissy?" Rovas remarked, smacking Olly hard in the face with his nice long whip-like braided tail-laughing in an elegant gay manner only a unicorn could pull off.

Olly whimpered and recoiled from the shock of being slapped in the face by someone else's tail-seeming to cry and whine even more than previously.

"Stop sniveling bitch or I'll take you to my quarters and do a little suspension with you upside down and held up by little more than an anal hook." Rovas threatened with a weird creepy little giggle.

The fjord dried his face and stiffened his shaking body-trying to put all the nastiness and humiliation out of his mind.

"Better. And I hope you suck better than you cry." The unicorn joked.

Jeff crouched behind Olly's bared dripping hole, but was repulsed by all the sticky unicum coming out of his twitching tortured and sore asshole.

In front, he saw a giant black horse put his friend down flat on the floor and couldn't hide a grin as Olly had been left with the task of undiong Greg's diaper front and staring in horror at his piss soaked cock all limp against his shaved crotch.

"Suck it filly. Your job is to make your little friends happy. I hear baby Greg deserves a treat for getting his booster shots like a big boy and you're going to reward him." Dex commanded, looking on with lust and vengeance in his eyes.

Jeff suddenly knew that the stallions of the compound were aware of Olly's obvious disdain of urine and watersports related activity-and they were doing everything in their power to aggravate his disgust.

Without any other threats, Olly hesitantly took Greg's member into his muzzle and began to play with it in his mouth, making the man seem to laugh from the tickling contact.

It seemed Olly had alot to learn about fellatio, his muzzle whiskers wandered over Greg's freshly shaved pubic area with the light touches normally associated with feathers.

Suddenly, the smell of the cum leaking out of Olly's ass invigorated him with lust he never felt in his life-

-Jeff crammed his head into the pony's cheeks as hastily as he could; slurping the unicorn fluid that covered his rear legs in a sheen of sticky wetness.

He didn't know what came over him-he just really loved the smell, the taste, and the texture of the sexual fluid as it lazily dripped down his throat.

Jeff's cheeks burned in an odd horny manner as he threw his head back drunkenly with an animalistic howl-drilling his stiff cock into the loose wreck of an asshole.

The audacity of getting a face in his ass made Olly spit out the stiff penis he had been sucking on with surprise-before he fell face first into Greg's crotch-a sufficiently heavy mass crashing against his back and really giving his tailhole a servicing it could not refuse.

Olly practically screamed right into Greg's cock-his cheeks burning in humiliation as the three horny giant stallions (Dex not so much, but whatever) cheered Jeff on as he imparted the true meaning of sloppy seconds (and then into messy thirds), and praised Greg for managing to hump Olly's mouth.

Jeff appeared to be drunk, but Rovas with a keen eye acknowledged that he had been intoxicated on cum; a rare and unusual genetic trait.

"You like to suck like a mare whore, don't you?" Dex declared, reaching over to slap the pony hard on his ass once more even as Jeff eagerly claimed his hole in a fourth knee bending orgasm-and they were mildly amused to see that the human with the long pony tail sticking out of his ass showed no signs of tiring.

"Hmm. Our human friend seems very-active-today. I'm guessing that someone failed in their duty to satisfy him correctly." Rovas pointed out, laughing at Olly's rough treatment.

With an all too knowing smile, Stallion Daddy gave a chuckle when his baby gave the fjord a surprise treat-which Olly was forced to swallow or face severe punishment from the unicorn; Rovas watching him carefully to see what he would do.

When Jeff had emptied his balls into the slick juicy ass of his stallion-mare at least six times, he napped tiredly on Olly's back just like any exhausted stallion-and the overseer equines were not amendable to Olly's protest of having all that weight on his back.

"Mares are supposed to hold their stallion up. If you drop him I'll come over there for round two of my giant pink organ versus your sorry over-used tailhole."

"Yes, and when your done holding up our sleeping stud, you're going to pull your panties back up and dance for us like the little whore-mare you are." Dex added with a slowly forming and obviously sadistic pony grin.

"Plus change my baby and plug up his bottom." The shire horse-enormous as a house almost-whispered in a tantalizing way.

Both Greg AND Olly actually shivered nervously from that last demand-Greg didn't seem to want to be taken care of in front of his friend and so many witnesses.

Greg looked over his shoulder at the little four ounce enema squeeze bottle the giant horse held and shuddered.

Jeff couldn't imagine what the mystery fluid was, but he could certainly guess-if Olly were made to change Greg, it would be a spectacular mess he'd be forced to clean up.

Gradually, he got off the fjord and the pony seemed to slowly and shyly rise to his feet, a deep blush setting in his face for what would soon occur.

With a slow sliding motion, Olly pulled up his panties and all standing behind him and his lifted skirt could see the mythical seed begin to stain and soak the rear part of the lingerie.

And then his whole body shook nervously as he felt all the cum drip lazily from his ass and begin to actually drip right out of his pink feminine briefs. "No!" Olly shyly whispered out, putting his dress down and clamping his tail as tight to his asshole as he could manage with a miserable whine.

"I don't see any dancing." The giant shire declared, popping Olly hard on his ass with the open palm of a enormous and powerful hand-making the newly appointed filly jump forward a little in surprise with an unreceptive little shy squeal.

Olly protested and looked frantically about for any escape-even as Dex stroked his braided pretty mane in a condescending manner. "Is my little mare boy shy?" The grey stallion whispered soothingly.

The fjord nodded vigorously and held his dress over his quickly growing erection-blushing with guilty shame.

"There's a good girl. Now dance for us, won't you?" Dex laughed out, tugging on Olly's ear in a clearly demeaning painful way-the way one would get bit or kicked if they did it to a real horse.

There wasn't much spirit in how the fjord moved-he had obviously been so humiliated that all his moves seemed half-hearted at best, but the watching horny studs didn't care as long as he was moving and he wasn't enjoying his punishment.

Olly crouched down low-giving a surprised little shriek when his unclenched butt suddenly erupted with a geyser of cum which flooded right into his waiting panties and eventually all over the floor, the equine studs in the room laughed boisterously to his accident.

"Poor little mare can't hold her seed?" Rovas chuckled out-rubbing his ivory horn meaningfully as Olly reached his arms back and tried to keep the onslaught in his panties without success-gooey little white streamers dripped between his fingers like silver strings giving off a mist of steam.

A sudden shriek from in front quickly caught Jeff's attention-and he saw Greg bent gently over the giant shire's lap, his nude butt neatly in view and ready for play.

"No Daddy! Please don't!" The human-turned-foal screamed out, feebly fighting against his black furred guardian.

"Shhh. This is for your own good." The shire reassured, cooing sweetly to his baby.

Greg looked around nervously-eyes streaked and red from tears; his body shaking and burning hotly from utter embarassment.

"But I don't wanna mess in front of everyone!" Greg protested with a whine, trying to drag himself from the great warm male musk scented knees and naked crotch with that scary leviathon sheathe...and balls that looked like they would be good for bowling.

The big horse snorted, rubbing his foals' back with affection as he cast his kind patient eyes over the gathering. "You're in diapers and have a horse for a daddy. I don't think a little incontinence will be that bad."

Olly twirled, his cum-stained tail flying pathetically through the air like a wet towel as he spun on his hooves and bowed in a somewhat pretty way-blushing with shame the entire time.

"There's a fun little whore." Dex remarked, looking back at the big horse who was...

....................

Greg struggled in his Daddy's grasp, but could not manage to escape-and when he saw the enema bottle out of the corner of his eye, he shook pathetically and mewled almost like a terrified cat.

"Daddy-please!"

And then he let out a scream, his body involuntarily going limp as he felt the nozzle poke and prod between his cheeks-then felt a sting like a mild bite as Daddy firmly crammed the tip in; squeezing the entire bottle in his big fist.

Greg's eyes lit up like carnival lights at dusk-the liquid suddenly surging through his ass like liquid ice, burning all his flesh that it touched and numbing his innards-

-But only for a second...

-Because after it was all in him and set in motion like a clock, the fire came through his bowels and threatened to make him vomit from the nausea.

Glycerin.

At least fifty times what he was used to holding in his body, and it felt like a tiny army of dragons were set loose in his ass; using their fire breath all over until he felt like he were being turned into a human bondfire; screaming and crying the whole way.

Immediately, the horse stood him up to sit on his lap, grabbing a fresh and neatly folded diaper from his supplies-hastily rolling Greg over on his back to get the attire over his ass before he had an accident on the nice linoleum tile floor-an accident that wouldn't be fun to clean up with a tongue, as Olly dreaded to do for his own janitorial work.

Doubling over in pain-in a diaper, Greg suppressed the urge to vomit as he felt the little dragons go berserk with his colon.

"Pleeeeeese!" He begged, trying to ignore the horrible pain of the supposedly minor laxative.

"It's okay...Daddy's here." The shire whispered, holding Greg against his thick wooly chest-the human getting a good smell of that sweet bitter horse stink-a smell he found more and more reassuring as time wore on between them.

"Daddy-I'm so scared!"

The stallion nickered out and played gently with Greg's hair using just his flexible lips. "I know-here, let Daddy know when you make a poopy."

Despite the rending agony of the burning and the dull ripping sensation at his bowels, Greg blushed as he felt the giant warm palm against his padded butt.

"I can't do this..." Greg whispered out shyly, grasping his daddy's shoulders and back in what amounted to a deathgrip caused by his internal suffering.

Daddy kissed him on the lips and licked his face, giving one of those nice kind smiles that seemed to make him melt.

"Uh..."

"It's okay. I know you don't like it. Just imagine how Olly feels about cleaning it up." Daddy giggled out, nipping Gregs' ear with all tenderness and mischief.

Greg cringed uncertainly as another furnace-like cramp overtook him. It was clear he was fiercely doing his best NOT to use his diaper even as the little imaginary dragons of the glycerin tore his ass apart.

He opened his eyes with fright when he felt a muscular furred arm around his back and the slow but certain pressure building as the shire squeezed his body in a tight embrace.

"We're going to do this together, okay baby? I think if I snuggle with you hard enough, it'll take care of your problem." The shire whispered gently, licking his foals' face.

"No Daddy-I don't want to-"

The tense sensation of that arm around his back-pushing him into a firm silky black belly cut off his protest. He felt as the pressure very gradually began to hasten his breathing and pop his eyes out.

"Please-" With his last gathered breath, Greg begged in a hastened whispy voice as the horse ignored him-continuing to put the squeeze on him.

Greg cringed, fully aware the big strong horse was going to literally hug the shit out of him.

And then it happened-the pressure was so great he felt the shit just squirt out of his ass like silk streamers right into the waiting confines of his soft cotton prison even as the tears left his eyes from the utter humiliation.

He felt a muscular hand cram the waste up against his butt and mash it warmly between his cheeks even as he uttered a surprised scream in protest. It was so abrasive-like slick clay mixed with sand.

"Quiet baby. I want Olly to really suffer." Daddy remarked as Greg cringed from the utter disgusting sensation.

The pony looked over from where he had been gushing his cum deposit in tiny transactions right into his panties, his ears lowered in shame and the coming punishment.

"You better do a good job cleaning up my cuddly loveable foal or I'll take this monster cock and have at you myself." The shire declared in threat.

Olly whined pathetically in protest, looking behind himself at the mess he was making all over the floor.

"Come forward and take care of the baby." The shire demanded, wagging his finger at the fjord.

Just as Olly came up to where the big stallion had Greg sitting on his lap, Daddy easily lifted the human to the changing table and sat him down in his mess, twisting his body and grinding him in it even further despite Greg's whining.

"Now change him."

Olly untaped the diaper front and recoiled in displeasure as the smell hit him like a brick wall. Recovering himself, the pony looked over the disgusting mess that had been left to him and felt close to vomiting.

"Do a GOOD job pony whore." Daddy threatened meaningfully with his teeth bared.

..............

It really came as no surprise to Jeff that after Olly was tasked with cleaning a nasty diaper, he would be taken away by Rovas to be auctioned off again to be the toy of another horny stallion for a day.

"We have something fun planned for you. Since you were bad for Master Poneh, we all agreed in secret to let someone unique win the bid to play with you." Rovas remarked with his trademark wicked unicorn grin, leading him up the steps to be tied up.

So again came the routine of being bought and sold like livestock.

Jeff looked on at the fervent crowd as the heckling stallion showed off and demeaned his body as his limbs were immobilized between two wooden posts.

"Let's start at ten for our little slightly used toy." The auctioner bay remarked, slapping him on the ass hard enough to make him growl involuntarily in frustrated anger like some animal.

"Fifteen!" Announced one pretty giant belgian stallion in the back. He had an honest golden face and a pair of eyes set with amused determination.

"Fifteen. Higher?"

Jeff shivered from the cold, his body as bared as ever. It was funny how normally, they feverishly bid upon him; like they had never fucked before.

It seemed like it would stay at fifteen, though. He didn't know if that was a good thing or not given the amazing size of the soft whitish gold-furred draft horse-and what Rovas had told him.

The horse easily towered above him like some holy precious metal statue; fur glinting with polished bronze under the gaze of the bright ceiling lights.

"We're gonna have fun, aren't we?" The stallion gave a smirk-an expression which boded great mischief.

Jeff looked around at the strange ceramic tile room. It was a white tile bedroom-turned bathroom basically; a satin bed far in a corner away from the shower and what appeared to be a basic flushable toilet except it was built for a giant creature and it seemed to have wings.

"How much fun can you have in a bathroom?" Jeff mused, looking at the slightly rounded belly and saw that the horse really needed to go to the toilet.

He expected the belgian equine to trot over to use the can in a hasty rush.

Instead, the horse grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward the strange winged fixture. Jeff faintly wondered if they were going to fly away together-

Until the lid of the seat lifted up and he saw himself being dragged to a hollow cavity in the shape of a person-

Immediately, the pieces came together and he fought the stallion to the best of his ability even as the equine skillfully backed him toward the indentation.

"Sick bastard!" Jeff growled, spitting into the horses' face even as the draft rammed him into the empty space, closing it skillfully over him.

Inside, the first thing he noticed was a special periscope viewer had been built into a place where his eyes could clearly see into it-

And right up out of the bowl at the one flickering long bar of a fleurescent light.

He fucking hated it; his whole body was restrained in place with his stomach held above the water in the bowl-and he knew now why the horse waited to take a load off until now.

He could see the blue streaking stains on the underside of the bowl top, the piss stains on the underside of the porcelein seat, and the occasional dead fly or cockroach getting roasted in the ceiling light cover.

Then things got dark.

He saw the cute little tassel of a tail flick out briefly with a slight curve to get it out of the way.

The buttocks were round, juicy, and fatty like delicious golden hams-little veins occasionally popping out along the inner thighs like raised lightning bolts.

Deep between two golden valleys of curvy toned flesh-which were covered in a fuzz of light white hairs to give the impression of beach sand on his tush-he gasped in fear of it.

The sight of the outwardly curved volcano poking out of the stallion's ass was almost too much to take. Jeff could only stare at it-the intricate wrinkles of detail of the black skinned butthole, the juicy rounded circular curves that made it look like a fat little grub had shoved its head up its own ass and came together so tightly, one could not see any visible trace of an open passage. Jeff saw a few tiny hairs sticking out of it like fuzzy caterpillar needles. The skin was drawn in a round way and it definitely looked like some juicy bug folded in on itself and secreted sweat or some other liquid.

The stallion's hole was clean-immaculately hygienic. Of course, it wouldn't stay like that for long.

He dreaded the moment the horse would let loose right onto him and he wished the belgian would suddenly be struck with constipation.

That cute silver tail wagged excitedly as the horse grunted with some clear discomfort and pain, but there would be no colonic complication; the equine's body began to work wonderfully like clockwork.

He suddenly saw the ruddy pink of the stallions' rectum collapse outward like an obscene puckering kiss. It unfolded to turn from black into a slight pink and reddish color as the inner tissue expanded outward like a rose blossom....

And then he saw the first little greenish brown ball roll out of the oozing musky horse volcano and land right on his stomach with a wet and warm thud.

Immediately, Jeff was beyond disgusted. If he could move, he would roll or try to shake it off. Instead, it sat there like a tiny patient wet warm dog-and would be joined by friends he could well see.

More little brackish stones fell out with ease and separated in mid-air like potatoes poured out of a generous sack.

When they thumped softly on his stomach and he could feel them slime their way down his sides to plop in the bowl, that only distracted him from the growing weight and heat on his stomach while they continued to flock together with every fresh steaming load from the seemingly endless supply dumped from the belgian's expanding magenta asslips.

When the last of the little strong foul-smelling manure balls fell on his belly, and he watched in reverence as the giant sweet-smelling horse ass rose off the seat; the butthole caving in on itself to change back into its normal self like a chameleon, he thought he could relax-until he saw the used toilet paper float down on top of his peck of road apples and the smell was rank, yet sweet. It was overpowering to his nose, yet it was so indescribable.

His eyes lit up in fear when he heard the stallion flush the toilet-and panicked when he thought the water would rise high enough to drown him.

Instead, it lapped up at his midsection and pulled all the warm balls from his body as he relaxed; content with the fact he was at least somewhat clean.

Or so he thought as he looked up in horror as that giant black member dropped from the sheath like a great lazy snake, the head easily positioned over his abs as he felt the hot stream of piss impact his skin like warm drenching rain in summer; splattering in all directions and rapidly cooling on his stomach, lower chest, and sides-before droplets began to creep toward his crotch to disgust him further.

Was it over now? Jeff didn't dare hope for he might be disappointed with whatever awful thing the horse had planned next for him.

At the edge of the bowl, he saw the full red irrigation bag hanging from a towel rack and almost lost all his composure as he watched it get smaller and empty.

Empty to a place Jeff knew too well and growled with a furious impatient anger when he understood the horse would be using him like a toilet all night with the help of that enema bag and plain water.

.................

Olly awoke upside down, and afraid for good reason as his face was lined up with an immaculate and beautiful limp horse cock and those perfectly round white fuzz balls.

Rovas.

He cringed as the unicorn laughed and smacked him in the face lightly with that spongy juice-filled member; dreading what the stallion would do with his helpless body.

Half of him didn't want to know but he knew it would anyway despite his protest.

"You're such a tight-ass. Why don't we fix that right now you little girlie slut pony?"

Olly cried out for mercy in response to that amused and almost tyrannical voice-before getting beaten hard in his cheek with that semi-erect member once again. He blushed out of humiliation more than any pain from such an act.

The unicorn walked casually around his tied body; his white finger sliding on twitching shy fevered skin and eventually dipping casually into his upside-down tailhole.

"Oh yes. I could enjoy a tight hole for hours, but my cock craves an ass it can actually penetrate easily." Rovas whispers, licking into the sensitive puckered black opening.

The rattling of mechanical devices and clanging steel suddenly erupted to life and setting the norwegian horse further into panic.

"Soon, you won't have an asshole-you'll have a cave entrance." The unicorn teased in his pretty sadistic way, clanging multiple metal objects together for emphasis.

Olly felt something almost as cold as ice and just as slick dig deeply into his tailhole-then the sensation was followed by three more cold slick objects that felt exactly the same.

With his arms in a restraint sleeve, and his legs in a spreader bar, he was completely defenseless to the invading degredation-

And it was only the beginning.

"Well, we're all set."

The unicorn came to his front and held a remote down close to his face.

"I always wanted to see what would happen with four anal hooks arranged in all different directions."

The fjord's eyes lit up with sudden panic and he thrashed in his current bound state, causing himself nausea the current headrush did not already help-and with all that blood in his upper body, he wouldn't be able to pass out no matter how painful things became.

The unicorn allowed a minute for the truth to melt into him before slamming the remotes' button right on his muzzle.

Machines suddenly whirred to life and he felt the chains being wound up in winches with every slight thump of vibration-

Before feeling the hooks in his butt slowly pull at his anus and stretch the muscular opening more and more apart every second.

He screamed; he cried. It was utter torture to feel his ass be ripped apart by the cruel blunted ends of the butchering steel bondage hooks.

Normally for use with bondage posture, the unicorn clearly found a new amusing use for these curved rugged sex toys of masters and slaves.

Olly could feel tiny anal ligaments and muscle pop right under the sore vein-filled black skin; his asshole now taking on the rough shape of a square with inwardly collapsed sides-almost creating a four-pointed star.

"Relax little bitch. I think you'll be ready for my rod in a minute or so." Rovas mused with his usual sadistic laugh-he seemed more akin to an executioner who enjoyed his job than a unicorn who sought virgins to befriend and cuddle.

The pony whimpered in response, even as he felt his anus widen enough to accept a fist as large as the shire's-and it had only been stretched by the hydraulic winch system for all of fifteen or seconds; hardly the end of the wretched miserable ordeal.

"And do remember to make this entertaining for me; I haven't had a toy to play with so long and stretching out a pony asshole is exactly what I had in mind for a leisure activity."

"Master! Master!" Olly screamed out helplessly as he felt the winding machines rip his ass further apart than he had ever known it could.

He looked up into the cold sparkling eyes of the unicorn-and the accompanying grin.

"There is no 'master', here. Only a god with a perfect cock. Worship and beg for my mercy." Rova mused with a snort-whipping Olly in the face with his organ once more as he giggled.

....................

"Daddy..."

Greg had been sitting in a corner by himself, thinking.

He hadn't been punished, it was just that he didn't want to play with the big horse or even look at him because of what the shire had done to him.

It was utter humiliation and Greg wished he had never felt such degradation.

He could feel the presence of the giant horse behind him-apprehensively waiting for what he said.

"Yes little?"

Greg had been crying and though he had a new diaper, it didn't change the fact he had been forced to soil himself in front of his friend and the subsequent changing which followed.

"I hate you..." Greg whispered, almost unable to believe he had said it to the one who meant so much to him.

"Baby...I'm sorry. I was only having fun." The shire replied, his tone soft and kind.

Greg picked up a red crayon from nearby and rolled it around in his fingers.

"You were playing with my body without my permission. I'm trying to obey and love you, but I don't want to be your toy to show around to all your peers." Greg snapped the crayon in two and looked back briefly with his tearing eyes.

It left the horse reeling with surprise and he was too shocked to react to the fact that Greg was now using one half of the broken crayon to write swear words right on the corner wall of the nursery he had been facing.

Daddy's eyes lit up with disbelief and indignation at the act of vandalism.

Greg had written maybe seven or so scribbled bad words before he felt a hard stinging slap on his wrist and dropped the crayon.

"Bad! Bad baby!" The shire scolded, picking Greg up and taking him-shaking and protesting-to an armchair in the room where he sat down and placed Greg belly down in his black silky furred lap.

The wide-eyed Greg could barely respond as he felt his diaper get tugged slowly down and then the giant horse hand rubbing along his butt to ready the skin...

"You were bad. Tantrums are not allowed, pony." Daddy declared, landing a hard slap on his defenseless ass and making him wiggle and cry out in surprise.

Daddy laid his other hand over his back to make sure he couldn't clamber away from his punishment.

"Please!" Greg cried out in fear as he saw the hand rise once more from a gaze of his peripheral vision.

"You get one spank for every naughty word you put on the wall." The shire remarked; shaking his head to get his forelock out of the way of his eyes as his next slap landed and left Greg screaming helplessly with a red angry cloud beginning to form over both his buttocks.

"I counted eight and a half scribbles so that's six more."

Greg's hands grasped firmly into Daddy's giant thigh as he gritted his teeth from the next painful blast upon his fevered protesting buns.

He nearly erupted with piss from that last slap and already his body was instinctively braced against the next-which never came.

Greg looked back in curiosity-and immediately got zapped hard enough to make him cry.

"I'm sorry."

He helplessly lifted his good leg over his butt as if to ward further blows, but the horse simply snorted; undeterred-pinching Greg's ass in response with the force of a painful bite.

"This is for your own good pony. Don't fight me." Daddy warned, gently pushing the foot out of the way and landing another firm spank on the upturned defenseless rump before him.

Greg was a wreck; screaming and whining like a child as the horse showed no mercy in his discipline.

His whole body recoiled in pain as the fierce daggers of heat erupted through his bottom from the next blow.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

"No more writing on the walls. No more tantrums. Your getting what bad little foals deserve. I don't care if your upset over me doing something you don't like-there are big boy ways to handle things and writing 'Fuck' and such on the walls don't count." Stallion Daddy gave a dismissive frustrated snort and slammed his open palm on the already red and sore ass all neat and positioned for him.

Greg's eyes lit up in surprise when he felt something poking his belly; fully aware of the only thing it could be-the stallion was getting horny.

"Mmmm. You have such a delicious ass. You know that? Some days I'd love to just impale my Gweggie if I weren't so big I'd rip him apart."

Greg couldn't help but reach a hand down to feel the soft satiny black eggs the size of cantelopes-giving each testicle just a gentle squeeze.

He ran his hand up to the flabby skin of the sheathe opening and ran a finger through the dripping rivers of precum without even needing to look down. A finger ran around the urethra and with a guilty blush, he licked the pre off his hand and laid placidly and shyly quite still in the warm lap; the warm wet cockhead softly poking into his stomach.

"Daddy..." Greg slowly whispered, almost content to sleep where he was...

Then he was jarred to immediate wakefulness when the horrible pain of the last and most powerful spank slammed down on his magenta sore cheeks.

"All better. I love you baby." Daddy whispered-tugging the diaper back up gently over the burning cheeks before flipping the human over and staring into his slightly terrorized face-pain etched into his lips like stress in the posture of a middle-aged man.

He watched the oversized hand reach down...and laughed as the horse tickled his belly with spidery light strokes of those fingers.

"Who's my foal?" The shire mused, smiling kindly.

Greg giggled out enthusiastically without control as he was played with.

"Who's my foal?" Daddy repeated, looking down with those compassionate eyes and the night black chest that shined like polished glass.

He found himself burping with a blush and a little laugh as he responded to the nurturing and soothing coos of his giant caregiver. "I am?"

The stallion lifted him up suddenly and hugged Greg to his soft hot furry chest.

"And don't you forget it." Stallion Daddy chuckled lightly in response.

...................

Jeff came back to the stable master horrified and reeking of equine waste.

The kind palomino hostler simply shrugged his shoulders and led him by gag-bridle to the showers for an extended grooming session with Mane&Tail.

All the hot water and the firm massaging strokes couldn't distract him from the utter misery of being used like a bathroom fixture-or more aptly-IN a bathroom fixture.

"I know who you saw today. It's no secret; every stallion basically has their own entertainment." The hostler remarked, rubbing shampoo into all the stained cracks and folds of his body.

Jeff clawed nervously at his arms in disgust-trying to rip off unseen bugs or other things.

"Entertainment is stand-up on HBO or watching Die Hard on TBS for the hundredth time-not getting crapped on by a fecalphiliac draft horse!" He snarled out as the warm water licked away at his messy body.

He nearly melted and fell to the ground as he felt the gentle hands begin to play with his penis.

"What do we have here, pony?" The palomino mused with his delicate luscious voice Jeff had become so accustomed to.

"Oooooh." He blushed and closed his eyes with a backward throw of his head.

The fingers on his cock and balls felt so damn good; like the horse had the sole purpose of giving human's handjobs.

When it stopped suddenly, he opened his mouth to whine-and it turned into a deep gratified moan instead when he felt a rough hot pressure over his whole length.

A tongue swirled over his tip and the deep muscular neck devoured tiny trickles of pre as his body struggled to pump it out. It was incredible; he never had a blow job from anyone in his life. Sex a couple times, but getting a full on hummer-and from a gay stallion no less-left his legs almost so unsteady he could fall over any minute.

Expert smooth hands easily slid around his drenched hips and grasped his buttocks hard in satin clutches; fingers crawling further on; sliding with a creeping slow certainty toward his tight helpless hole, digging in and playing with his anus.

He found himself being embraced further into that mouth-to the hilt-beyond the hilt; pubic hair tickling those sensitive equine nares.

Jeff screamed out as that mouth utterly wreaked pleasurable havok on his cock. His eyes lit up in surprise when the skilled mouth sucked in his balls and licked along them with ease-big horse fingers fondling gently into his asshole like small cocks; banging him mercilessly to the brink of utter bliss.

"Oh, FUCK!!!"

Flat teeth of the stallion's bottom jaw rubbed lightly along his balls like velvet sandpaper; rolling the orbs helplessly about in their sac.

The fingers dug deeper and deeper until he had four up his ass to the knuckle fucking his tender tight butt-thumbs digging and squeezing his buttocks tightly in firm masculine grips.

The musty sweet odor of horse sweat and hay overwhelmed his nose with sudden ecstacy and when the tongue tip tried to bury into his urethra and fuck his peeslit like a tiny pussy, his resistance was completely gone and the sudden force of cum immediately drained him as his body shook like a mannequin in an earthquake-his hot slippery balls thumping right against his dick-the fingers fucking his asshole raw squeezed every drop of fluid from his prostate.

Seed sprayed wildly out of his cock into the waiting jungle-like atmosphere of the stallion's mouth with a blush on those golden palomino cheeks and a mumbled giggle.

The palomino disembarked from the raw organ, spit dripping down the corners of his grayish black lips.

"Mmm. Pony tastes good today. Wanna do it again boy?" The equine remarked, his hands travelling down to his wet-sand brown sheathe and hanging giant testicles, ass-smelling fingers playing along the skin of his package in stallion lust until Jeff could see the dark gray (almost black) head of a horse cock peek from the sheathe with a slight dribbling wink of the detached urethra.

The stallion looked down at his slowly growing tool and blushes; pre dripping down six inches of limp flaccid flesh. "Does pony want to play with it?" He muses, sliding one hand along the underside; eight or so inches flailing up and down like a puppy tail under his light regimen of stroking.

The other whitish hand-almost like a glove-is sliding and fondling those giant dusty brown testicles and Jeff watched hungrily as they bounced and flopped around in their sac as the stallion played.

He was a gorgeous sexy creature that Jeff did not even consider having sex with at all. Of course, three days of celibacy and being exposed to gay horsie sex can change that opinion in a hurry.

Jeff crawled shyly forward on his knees, tentatively expecting the erect eighteen inches of stony flesh to snap at him like a poisonous snake.

"Go ahead hun. That's what it's there for." The palomino hostler quietly urged with a confident bob of his head and light shake of his mane.

He reached up with curious hands and touched along the shaft with his fingers. They slid along the satin rubber-skinned organ in reverence; his hands clasping gently over the horse cock and going up and down with admiration. He didn't know if he could take it into his body, but he loved to play with it; a cock worthy of an equine Adonis and it made him drool with a primal sexual hunger.

"Mmm. You want it in you, huh sug'?" The horse teased with a tiny adorable laugh.

Jeff had his own erection all full and covered in horse spit-ready to thrust at something in delicious haste.

"Yes sir. I want it soooo bad." He whispered, no longer content with simply playing with it, but could do nothing else for fear of a violent painful death by internal hemorhage.

Breathing heavily from his sudden heartbeat and desire, he took the tip and slowly dragged it towards his mouth; eyes almost ready to cry out of beauty and admiration as the head crept toward his lips ever gently.

As the slick silky pre-dripping organ touched his mouth, Jeff felt ready to shoot another load right there in content surprise.

He licked along the outside gently-grasping it right behind the head like a lethal cobra. It had such a giant head; if he tried to do full oral, it would probably break his jaw apart for his trouble.

Instead, his tongue lubricated around the top of the surface of the tip and all over the urethral cleft before he began to nibble at the entire thing with his lips-scooping up the skin repeatedly and swallowing all the pre as it came out into his mouth in sticky hot little streams of horsejuice.

"Please let me take your load sir-I want it in me so bad."

The horse grunted from the stimulation with amusement and complete equine bliss as his member drooled pre-ejaculate like trickles from a leaky dam.

"You want my load? You can't handle my load!" The stallion teased with a blush and a deep sudden lustful whinny as Jeff rubbed the long shiny beautiful shaft with one hand and used his other hand to ram the entire fist into the loose warm opening of the palomino's darkish-gray rosebud; whole hand devoured in hot convulsing equine anal flesh.

"Oh-fuck you're good pony." The horse growled out, squeezing his innards over Jeff's arm even as his giant cock received an oral assault worthy of the talents of a pornstar.

Jeff continuously punched that asshole as hard as he could, the horse shuddering like a vibrator and loving it.

He swallowed every drip of juice like a thristy mare whore as the two eggs in their dun sac began to scramble for release and the huge cock strained with a hidden feeling of muscle and spit in him like a snake. Jeff blushed and widened his eyes in surprise as the massive blast of horse jizm came sunny-side up and flooded his throat in an enormous load that could impregnate a hundred mares.

Struggling, he tried to swallow as much as he could, some leaking out his mouth as his belly rounded out in a false show of pregnancy-before he tiredly let go of the drooling cock and fell onto his side; a long white sticky streamer connecting his mouth to the oozing graceful horsecock.

"Sir?" He asked with a tired grunt, seed coming down his chin and into the straw in silver bright trickles as he looked back up into beatiful eyes and the wondrous grin of the gray muzzle from the sweet sexy equine groom.

"Yes pony?" The master enquired.

"I want you to fuck me. Please stretch me out." Jeff remarked, falling asleep as he saw the equine lick his lips in amused horny hunger at the unbidden fantasy of impaling a tight human asshole.

................

Jeff awoke to an odd noise-there were cartoons playing-and a fragrant powder wafting around. Yawning, he looked up and into pretty almond eyes.

"Well, it looks like your little brother awoke from the fun time he had last night." The loud voice of a giant horse declared.

Shrugging, Jeff looked and saw that Greg was shyly staring back; a pacifier in his mouth as he sat on a very thick diaper.

He sat up and nearly freaked out when he found himself on a padded platform-looking around at the blue colored sweet powder oozing form of his own.

"Where am I?" He asked in confusion as the contrasting pretty colors of the nursery and the my little pony cartoon struck him stupefied-before he got a pacifier rudely stuffed in his own mouth and strapped in place.

"Babies can't talk until they earn the priveledge." The shire remarked, wagging a finger in warning. "And your here because you were too tired to be awoken so I simply bought you at the auction-I thought Greg deserved some time with a playmate and your officially his little brother for the day, so whatever we say goes."

Jeff shrugged, getting up and then immediately falling back on his padded ass from the strange imbalance of the diaper and the fact he was now walking almost bow-legged with it on.

Instead, he crawled towards Greg even as the shire giggled in giddy amusement at his bobbing baby tush.

He lay down by his friend and went back to sleep; the cum in his stomach still making him tired. Greg smiled briefly before going back to watching the t.v.

Greg felt a certain pleasure waft over him when Daddy kindly offered to bid on his friend. It was somewhat depressing when he hadn't seen his best friend for so long and only for that one instance when they were humiliating Olly.

Hours and days mixed together as he was seen to by the giant horse in the cuddly funny giant cloth diaper and plastic pants.

"Time for milk, Gweggie." Daddy announced, handing over a frothy creamy blend in a baby bottle and Greg drank it down eagerly and hungrily well aware that it was horsecum from Daddy himself.

Sipping on the nipple, he looked up at the next episode of my little pony tales start as he wagged his toes with glee.

It wasn't until lunch that Jeff awoke and the fact that his friend had this giant engorged cum belly made him laugh-he wouldn't need lunch; he already had enough to keep him full for a day or so.

"Who's ready for their lunch?" Daddy sweetly asks, bringing in two plates with giant sandwiches and large 12oz apple juice boxes held tentatively under his armpits as he waddled over in his own thick cute garment.

Greg never saw Daddy use his own diaper, but it was still fun to watch the equine wade around and wag his short tail all shyly and adorable like a tall furry baby.

Jeff yawned for a second time, looking up at the plate with a lethargic droop of his bored eyes. The human tried to get at the strap at the pacifier in his mouth but Greg launched to action and slapped his hands away with stern force.

"Don't do that. If you keep trying to do that, Daddy will put mittens over your hands and feet and make it even rougher for you." Greg whispered to his awestruk friend.

It was easy to take the strap-on pacifier off, but it would only result in a worse punishment and being forced to wear it anyway-better to be smart about it.

Jeff looked up at Daddy with begging eyes, and the shire well knew that he had to eat so he obliged the human by removing the binkie.

The shire put the plates on the floor, handed over the juice boxes opened with straws sticking out, and nudged them both back to watching the t.v.

Jeff sipped as he watched the cartoon ponies talk about some kind of lottery and free tickets-before falling on his back and feeling his thick nappy with both his hands in curiosity...

But when he tried to untape his blue disposable, the shire slapped his hands away with a disapproving horsie grunt.

"No baby. Only I can take your dipee off." The horse declared, stroking his chin briefly as he decided whether to punish Jeff or not, but finally let it go.

Jeff yawned and went back to stroking the plastic of his garment as Greg laughed from all the crinkling and probing.

Greg went to his sandwich as if he hadn't been fed for weeks. "Tastes great. He used nutella today." He remarked between bites as Jeff picked his up for a couple bites and decided he liked it as well-beginning to devour the giant thing with enthusiasm.

Neither of them could guess at how the stallions got such large loaves of bread, but it was the remarkable size of them that reminded the two how small and helpless they were.

"Is he a nice guy?" Jeff muses, motioning to the giant shire as the horse began to use an ironing board to press out the wrinkles of a yellow ducky print onesie.

"Better than alot of the guys you've seen, I'm sure." Greg responded, making his friend wince with the nasty little memories.

Jeff looked around as he heard a strange gurgling sound from his own body.

"Oh, that's the apple juice-its spiked; everything he gives us is-except for this." Greg declared, holding his babybottle of warm horsecum to his lips for a sip.

Jeff dropped the sandwich he'd been eating and spit everything he had in his mouth on the floor-even as he heard a thundering noise come from behind.

"Greggie? Is your friend being naughty?" The stallion asks, tapping a hoof with hands on his hips.

"No Daddy; I just told him that the food and juice had laxatives in them and he didn't like that."

Daddy stroked his silky black chin. "Hmmm."

"He's sowwy. He don't know better." Greg pleaded.

Jeff looked up, uncertain even as his stomach protested what he had eaten so far. "Sorry...Sir."

Finally, the shire sighed and cleaned up the spilled food from the floor and dumped it in the little rubbish bin by the door.

"Just remember who you need to depend on when you have an accident." Daddy muses as he goes back to his ironing and hums a nursery rhyme or two to himself.

Jeff fell to his back; hopelessly waiting for the chemicals to go through his body and make him use the diaper. He wondered how his friend managed to put up with this idiotic treatment for so long without cracking.

Looking over, it seemed that the human with the broken leg took each odd day in stride-watching and eating his lunch while he waited for his own accidental discharge.

Tiredly, he went back to sleep...

...............

Olly sighed for only a moment-thinking Rovas was done stretching him out; his immobile body lowered to the floor and the hooks taken out of his widened pitiful screaming sore pony hole.

He thought he would be allowed to rest as the unicorn left him in the room all alone, and indeed he got to sleep a good ten minutes or so-until he got splashed in the face by a bucket of lukewarm water as rudely as ever and saw the unicorn had come back with a jolly and quite embellished friend.

His eyes widened in shock as they travelled along the drooping semi-erectness of an enormous pink draft horse cock.

The white and black pinto stallion looked down at him; his naked fur looked like he had rolled in black and white paint or someone had thrown a couple buckets at him.

"Tasty." The giant equine remarked, feeling his cock with a dainty lick of his fuzzy muzzle.

Rovas giggled; a strange tubular device in his hands. "I hope he is prepared to your satisfaction. Should I put the anal-cuff on him?"

The shire looked at the thick tube attached to a pair of latex panties and gave an all-knowing grin. "Oh yes; that would make things truly fun."

Olly gave a pained and loud squeal as the unicorn undid his spreader bar long enough to slide the panties up his dun zebra stripe legs and securely jam the giant open-mouth tube into his widened ass; his opening now temporarily gaping like a round surprised mouth as the big pinto laughed in such delight; Rovas putting the spreader bar back on and hoisting Olly into the air.

The fjord helplessly flailed about as the system of complicated ropes and restraints held him up in midair like a helpless mare in heat ready to receive her mounting.

"Please-please don't!" Olly screamed pathetically, but Rovas laughed in response as he stuffed and strapped a gag bridle into the whore-pony's mouth.

"Quiet mare. It's time to be serviced." Rovas giggled out, making a show out of oiling the giant hanging pink organ with cum-looking lube.

The cock erected under the stimulation of the slimy white goo easily; as hard and long as a warrior's spear with a blunted tip.

Olly was almost afraid to close his eyes as he saw the stallion obscenely saunter over to his suspended helpless ass like a lustful non-anthro counterpart.

And he couldn't even kick in defense.

"Pretty mare." The gypsy vanner coloured shire remarked, biting viciously into Olly's left asscheek with enough force to make him scream into his gag and the skin to bruise-before the stallion did the same to the other side.

Then the shire went absolutely wild with a horny equine trumpet as he nipped and pinched and bit Olly's ass with a hundred mildly painful little erotic punishments on his supple assflesh.

A sudden jab into his ass like a hot drill of lava rammed into his hole and rocked him painfully in the suspension brace even as the horse pulled out and assaulted him with slow gentle withdrawals and heavy excruciating thrusts like cock punches to his sensitive helpless pony colon.

"I will breed you and fill your womb to bursting with my seed, whore filly." The B&W mused as he pinched Olly's cheekbones hard with a cruel amused whinny.

...................

He didn't know what time it was as he felt something big carry him through the air to someplace nearby and set him down on his back; his legs hanging limply over an edge.

It was a horrible smell that finally made him fully aware of what was going on.

Jeff looked over to see his diaper be untaped and the nasty smell of his shit drifted to his nose.

"Baby made quite a surprise." The shire giggled out as he began to wipe the area up and bundle up his messy diaper before throwing the stinky ball into the trash.

He allowed himself to be hypnotized by the pleasant feeling of having his legs lifted so his butt could be rubbed clean-then grasped the edge of the table hard in both hands and grunted as he felt a slick nursery jelly lubricated finger slide into his asshole.

"Gawd!" Jeff snarled out in ecstacy as the finger probed deep inside his butt like a thick wiggly cock.

"Mmm. So I have another baby who likes to have his button played with." The equine remarked with a sweet coo.

"Does little Jeffie wanna cum?"

Jeff's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the black slippery finger gently fucked his asshole.

"Pleeeaaaseeee!" Jeff screamed out; filled with lustful need.

The magic finger crooked around and began to slide and nudge his prostate with all tenderness.

"And what does baby say?" The stallion teased, licking his hungry lips and looking over his new foal with those patient beautiful almond eyes.

"Can I cum?" Jeff asked quietly, gnawing nervously on his bottom lip from all the sensations.

"Noooooooooo. Come on baby, what do you say?" The equine offered, trying to coax the right answer patiently out.

Jeff stood there, defeated and uncertain what to say that the horse wanted to hear.

"Gweggie-help your little brother out, won't you? He's having a little bit of trouble." The horse declared, having an obvious fun time teasing Jeff to the brink of orgasm and keeping him there.

"Daddy...call him Daddy." Greg responded, blushing and giggling as he went back to watching the ponies on the television.

Nervously, with a blush as bright as a cherry encompassing his whole face, Jeff whispered and begged out for release to his new Daddy-his whole body frantically wiggling from the finger banging and his erect cock about to shoot a load like a silver-erupting volcano.

"What's that?" The horse gently asks in his kindly whisper.

"I want it bad...Daddy." Said Jeff shamelessly with barely a breath to his voice-

Before the finger nudged hard into his hole and raked him quickly to a powerful and intense orgasm; his seed shooting high enough in the air to hit the Shire's muzzle and dripped all along the inside of his legs.

"My." The equine remarked. "This won't do-no dirty babies on my watch."

Jeff giggled and laughed out as the long wet tongue rolled along his newly shaven sensitive skin and slurped all the cum into that wide all-knowing muzzle.

It was over too soon as the horse lifted his butt breifly and dropped it on a new diaper, licking the leftover cum from his cock before the nice but humiliating shower of nursery powder all over his private region and then massaged firmly into his skin and butt.

When the tapes came around his waist and the diaper was tight about him, the horse gave him a little lick on his nose and blew a raspberry playfully on his tummy.

"All done Jeff. You wanna watch t.v. with big brother or play a game with Daddy?"

For awhile, he didn't know what he wanted to do. Sure, he really missed his friend-but there was something about the shire he liked.

He remembered awhile back in his childhood going to parades and people who rode horseback-the horses were always so sweet and friendly to nuzzle the young kids along the route.

It was a warm beautiful feeling to be greeted by a creature who didn't know who you were but still wanted to be friends.

Strange; was that the emotion that the stallion caretaker evoked in him? That utter love and trust in horses?

Did he love horses? Well, he enjoyed the company of the hostler and being treated like one as he became used to it.

Jeff's eyes glazed lazily with tender tears he had never felt unless he was highly emotional.

"I want to play with Daddy." Jeff whispered, submitting.

The horse giggled out and hugged him.

"I'm very surprised. I almost don't recognize you. You used to be so resistant and proud, but now..." Daddy kissed his new baby with a tender lick.

Jeff rubbed his face into the sweet musky fur and blushed with an unrelenting stubborn shame.

"Alot can happen in a few days of abuse." Jeff remarked, giving a deep blush and a shy whine as he felt one large strong hand fondle and play with his nappy butt.

"You know," The horse mused. "There are many things we can do together since you don't have any owies."

Jeff looked up as he leaned his tush into the rubbing firm strokes. "Like what?"

The horse lowered him to the ground and patted his butt again-giving it a soft squeeze.

"Hide and seek if you want."

He blushed when he heard that, but looked around-confused. "Where can I hide?"

The big horse winked as he opened a hidden trapdoor nearby. "Plenty of places to go down there."

Jeff looked down the hole and saw that everything had been covered in colorful rubberized foam and arranged like a maze.

"How..." Jeff stared for a long time.

"What's that baby?" Stallion Daddy giggled out.

"I could get lost down there." He finally said-bewildered.

Daddy prodded him gently on. "I'll find you-promise. All you have to do is cry and I'll know where you are." Then the stallion dismissed him with a tap on his nose before he had Jeff in the strange basement and he could hear the horse count above through the thick wood.

.........................

"What's down there, Daddy?" Greg curiously asks, looking at the trapdoor now melted seamlessly into the floor.

"Jeff." The horse remarked with a playful little giggle before he began to count. "20...19...18...-want to come look for him with me?"

"Yush!" Greg immediately declared with a small laugh.

"Alright. I'll carry you and we can look together." The horse mused with that fun friendly almost hypnotizing wink.

"17...16...15...14...13...12...Hmm. You trust me, don't you?" Daddy asks, concentrating on something that the human couldn't read.

"Ya. Of course. I loves you."

The horse grinned with sweetness as he continued: "11...10...9...8...7...6...5...Remember I love you too." The horse faintly remarks. "4...3...2...1-let's go look."

Stallion Daddy picked up his baby and went down the stairs, tears in his eyes that he struggled to hide.

"I love you Greg. Always did." The stallion whispered as Greg looked up in concern.

"Daddy..."

The stallion walked solemnly down the stairs-refusing to meet Greg's eyes. "When we love our children, we do what needs to be done no matter how much it hurts."

As he walked, he easily found where Jeff was hiding and grabbed him in the other muscular arm before the human could utter protest, and just as he was about to, Greg was quick to tell him to shut up.

He expertly navigated the foam maze and came across a boat sitting in an underground river. "I bought your little friend so you could go home together."

"But this is home; I love you." Greg protested, crying as he was put in the boat.

"This is no home I want for my foal-even if we were only pretending to be bonded." The shire mused, putting Jeff in who was equally confused.

"I never pretended." Greg cried out.

Daddy reached in to hug his baby. "Sweet child. So dear and yet I cannot keep you. I need to let you go. Understand little one?"

Greg dried up his tears and nodded.

Jeff grabbed the oars and put them through the holes to row; untieing the mooring line.

Daddy watched in sadness as his pet slid through his fingers with every drift into the current. Every second was painful and drawn out-like a dagger pulled from his heart.

As he looked on and watched them go farther and farther away, he couldn't help but joke silently to himself- "They grow up so fast", before going back towards the stairs to the nursery.

.........................................

Back among the museums and up from the sewers of Vienna, the two arrived and dressed into their old clothes which had been cleaned up for them.

But Greg couldn't leave the two presents behind the big cuddly equine had given him there in the boat; the pink diaper bag stocked with everything he needed for taking care of himself-and Daddy's favorite stuffed animal-the brown horse plush.

At the museum, they looked around-an odd looking pair of tourists who looked more like they had come from Japan with the cute stuff Greg carried around.

After a brief look around, Jeff negotiated with someone in a nearby hostel to rent a pair of beds before going to sleep.

Later in the morning, the total freedom that greeted them seemed to mock them with a certain hollowness. Freedom and individuality felt like a lie to Greg who had been loved and cared for in the most intimate and wonderful way he had ever known.

.......................

Jeff went out by himself to look for a phone to purchase plane tickets back to the states, but he was greeted by a sight which infuriated him.

A cute fjord stallion ran about trying to entice men to come with him to his place of business-a place Jeff only knew too well with an intricacy he wished he had lacked.

When Olly couldn't find anyone to tempt, Jeff saw him go to a nearby train station and followed the pony with an eager hatred.

Olly went into the bathroom and Jeff didn't hesitate to join him.

Once the horse was seated all neat in a stall with his pants down on the dirty floor, Jeff took the stall next to him with a vengeance to visit on the stallion all the horrible things he had been put through.

It was easy, really. He was stronger and the horse was weaker-

Jeff snagged the pants and rudely snapped the pony into his own stall, bringing those surprised eyes to face his own-recognition dawning in them-and then the obvious fear of retribution.

"Hi there." Jeff remarked acidly, slamming olly over the hard porcelein of the toilet and staring with grim humour over the bruised pony asshole and the many bites all over his ass.

"Looks like someone hit that hole before I did. Oh well, I'm sure this can still be fun for me-for you, not so much." Jeff mused with a wicked little laugh as he pulled his right sleeve back and stuffed Olly's own underwear into his petulant lying muzzle.

...........................

Jeff came back to the hostel, his arm stained in green shit and a little bit of blood-and Greg though better not to ask.

"Unfinished business. Don't worry about it." Jeff remarked as he went to the shower to wash up.

Greg snuggled with his stuffed horsie and thought about the stallion he had called his Daddy for so long that love became an integral part of him like a reflex.