Defeat and Ride an Anthro Stallion
This is a scene from the adult furry game I'm slowly building in Game Maker called "Taboo: The Wild Wonderland"
In this scene, you've defeated an anthro stallion in one of the various random battle encounters in the game and have decided to give his tight ass a try.
Check out the game here: https://sites.google.com/site/taboothewildwonderland/
It's free to play
Your balls ache for release and a hole is a hole. You prop the unconscious antromorph up, tucking his knees to his chest so his bare black ass sticks up. You move his tail aside to reveal the clenching black star. A glob of thick pre forms on your head with the simple thought of penetration. You brush it over yourself before stroking your length, encouraging more of the slick lubricant forth.
You spit in one hand, rubbing your saliva around your intended target, even managing to get a few thick fingers past his sphincter. Passed out, the stallion's muscles remain relaxed and vulnerable. Having little interest in foreplay, you direct yourself at the ebony stallion's tail hole. Spreading muscular taunt cheeks aside with your thumbs, you begin to push on the tight rear entrance.
Thinking how much easier this all is when they don't struggle, you slowly manage to cram yourself into the anthro horse's undefended ass. Just as your flare pops past his O ring the stallion arches his back body tensing and screams, "aaaaAAAGGGGHHHH!" He screams loud and hard until all breath has left his lungs and pain drags him back to unconsciousness, head falling back to the dirt. Startled, you pause for a moment to see if he moves again, the muscles of his sphincter threatening to pinch off your head in that moment before relaxing again.
For that slight, you adjust your grip to his hips and force yourself deep into his tight warm depths. Without grace or mercy you force his inners to shift and straighten. Before long you've nearly bottomed out in your cock sock, marveling at the wondrous friction you find yourself in. You can even feel the unyielding earth beneath the stallion's body, as you rub yourself against his soft inners, stretching taunt flesh. You begin to thrust, letting the sensations drive you toward release.
You thrust deep and hard, rubbing your sock sleeve's inner walls raw, the unconscious form jerking bonelessly against the uncaring earth. Without the usual distraction of cries and screams you can hear yourself squelching wetly around in the equines bowels. The domination of this powerful creature and his amazingly tight ass has you reaching you limit all too soon and you feel that familiar tingling rush through your body.
You pick up your pace, looking down to see the sphincter still trying to grip you despite being forced so loose, the soft flesh coning around you as you drive yourself in and out. With one final massive thrust, you pull back on the stallion's hips, pressing yourself to the hilt with a groan. You feel yourself widening inside the anthro as an incredible flood of cum surges through your length before painting his insides with thick warm milk.
You feel the wet warmth flood the stallion, putting pressure on your cock and trying to push you out. You resist it, gripping his hips tight and plugging him up as another jet unloads into the filling horse. The tension increases and you can see the sides of his tummy expanding with your deposit. Still you hold tight, refusing to let any of your hot load get by you. And then you hear it, the sounds of a bottle reaching its capacity and then overflowing, just before cum sprays forth from the stallion's mouth and nostrils, coating the hard earth in a growing cone before the both of you.
Another powerful thrust looses more thick ropes into the overflowing sock sleeve, forcing the pool before it to widen and slowly engulf the prone form. A few more and you're down to a few token thrusts to fully empty yourself, the black stallion lying motionless in a white puddle. Breathing hard, you slowly remove yourself from the anus you just destroyed, your flare needing an extra tug before popping wetly free. A steady stream of white follows as the stallion's body attempt to drain itself.
You rise on wobbly legs and smirk at the once proud beast man lying in a pool of your spent spunk, ass agape and defenseless to anything that might come along. Too worn to adventure further you head back to camp.