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Cassandra walked with a silent tread, even though the rented storage room was big enough to have a good echo. But Cass was a panthress, and like all cats tended to be silent unless she wanted to be heard. Not to mention that being an investigator one learned the value of sneaking. Horses, on the other hand, were rarely quiet so she'd have to try hard to be heard over the lone mare getting in some extra practice time.

Azalea, even though Cass was one of the few people who knew Azzie's real name and could get away with using it. Not only a flower, but a pink one! A hell of a name for the hulking draft mare even now beating the daylights out of a heavy and much-patched Everlast bag. The clop of good hoofwork, the jangle of the chain and the meaty sounds of gloved fists smacking the punching bag were almost calming, but not quite enough as evidenced by the irate lashing of the panthress' thick black tail.

“You gonna knock him out or what?" she called out, getting a snort from the mare as she actually smacked the bag with an uppercut. She'd been practicing hard enough for her brown fur to be drenched, and with it slicked against her skin Cass could see the muscles in her back, shoulders and arm flex as she delivered the powerhouse blow.

“Not working on my love-taps here…" Azzie said, giving the bag a few parting punches before tossing her wet mane out of her eyes and reaching for a towel. “You look pissed. Wanna give this thing a few smacks?"

“Maybe if it was a blue one…" Cass said bitterly.

“So nothing new about Carlos?" Azzie asked as she took a drag from a water bottle, reading the bad news from the cat's expression.

“Nothing, the stonewalling cunts. Even after I called in favors."

“Aren't cops supposed to look out for their own?" Azzie asked, and she might have been referring to either Carlos Ramirez or to Cassandra herself, since she'd started out on the force before moving onto the private sector.

“The blue wall only works in your favor until you start playing along with Internal Affairs. Those shit-stains wouldn't have gotten their hands dirty, but they're glad someone fucking did and they're throwing up a nice smokescreen for them." she spat.

The temperament and vocabulary seemed at odds with Cassandra's appearance which was that of a black furred sex-kitten, complete with big blue eyes. She could put those to good use, and she actually pull off a cute kitty act when her job demanded it, but Cass considered behaving like that work, and hard work at that. The rest of the time the panthress spoke her mind, usually with a foul mouth. Especially when a tough job put her in a bad mood, like this one was doing. Carlos had been a decent guy, and had been stupid enough to cooperate with IA who were investigating some officers who'd gotten too dirty for the higher-ups to keep ignoring the smell.

“Any chance he got kidnapped?" The mare asked, trying to find a silver lining.

“I wish he was, but it's not fuckin' likely. A guy like Carlos… he did a tour in the armed forces before becoming a cop. He'd be a serious pain in the ass if someone was trying to keep him as a hostage. You usually kidnap someone you can keep in line easily, not a 200 pound Rottweiler trained in self-defense, firearms and tactical thinking." she said, feeling the bitterness of the words as they left her muzzle. She had little hope Carlos was still alive, and was mostly doing this to fuck up anyone who had a hand in taking him out.

“So what's their story?"

“There was this waitress he was seeing on the side. They're claiming he eloped, and his marriage has been rocky enough the past year that his wife bought it… Or maybe they got to her too." she said.

“Shit. I can see why you left the force…"

“Yeah, but fuck all that. I don't want to weigh you down before the Yorgos fight. Tomorrow night, right?" she asked, getting a snort from the dark mare.

“Fuck, you need to weigh me down just to make it fair. Gonna knock the horns off that little lamb…" she said, emphasizing her boast with a punch that had the bag rattling on its chains. Cass couldn't help but grin at the stereotypical boxer bravado. “Saved you a seat. You are coming right? Always fight better with my big sister ringside…" she said.

The two of them had nothing but attitude in common, if you didn't count the last name. Cassandra was a Bower by birth whereas her family had adopted Azalea back when she was still small enough for the name to seem appropriate. And some people would challenge the claim that Azzie was the panthress' 'sister' for more tangible reasons than blood. Even though her sports bra was having a hard time keeping a pair of heavy mare-tits trussed up, she knew for a fact that those loose, sweat-soaked trunks were hiding a fat sheath as well as a pair of heavy black balls. A very rare genetic abnormality which was the reason Azzie's mom had given her foal up at birth, and also the reason her sister could never make it in the legitimate boxing circuit.

It was still girls against girls and boys against boys, and nobody knew what to do with a mare as well hung and as strong as any stallion. Unlicensed boxing was shady as fuck and you always had some mob outfit trying to move in and rig the fights, but it let Azzie make a living doing what she loved, namely kicking the shit out of anyone who had the balls to step into the ring with her. Cass had never been too thrilled about it. Fixed fights were big money, and she knew for a fact that Azzie never has and never would take a dive. She respected her sister for that, but also knew for a fact she was making herself a nuisance for people who ranged from shady to seriously criminal.

“Yeah, I need to spend a night doing something other than chasing after dead-ends."

“You know, I can swing two tickets if you wanna bring someone…" the mare offered, planting her muscular ass on a bench as she tried to towel her dripping mane off.

“What, like a date? To a boxing match?"

“Where else are you gonna take a guy? A poetry reading? A good fight always works to get the blood pumping, trust me. And when's the last time you've even been on a date?" the mare asked.

“I… okay, it's been a while. It's the job… it doesn't leave you a lot of time for dating…"

“You used to say the same thing back when you were on the force. Okay, so no dating. When's the last time you've gotten laid?" Azzie asked, as ruthless with her questions as she'd been when punching the shit out of that bag.

“How am I supposed to… Fuck Azzie, what do you want me to say? When I get the urge I get drunk, get naked and flick and rub what I need to until I don't feel the urge anymore..." the panthress admitted, her black tail lashing in agitation behind her.

“There, see how sad that sounds when you say it out loud? You're too hot to be this frigid, Cass. Fuck, if you weren't my sister and if you cleaned up that shit-mouth a little and batted those pretty blue eyes more often I'd…"

“You'd what? Make me another notch on your belt?" the panthress asked with a cocky grin splitting her dark-fured muzzle.

“My heavyweight champion belt. You'd be lucky to be a notch on that one."

“Color me fuckin' flattered…" Cass said with a shake of her head. “I'll be there to watch you kick ass and I'll think about what you said. I mean think about putting myself out there, not the notch thing. Fuck, I'm not gonna let you swing that hammer of yours at this pussy. Good luck with your lamb, Bo Peep" she said, turning her back and smiling at the snort that last remark got from her sister.

*******

The fact that Azzie's fights tended to pack the house made it clear that legitimate boxing was missing out. If her sister hadn't saved her a seat Cassandra doubted she would have found one. She wondered what the appeal was for the crowd. For one, it would be seeing a good fight, and she was sure a lot of the people here had paid just for that. Then again you saw more women at Azzie's fights than most, and only some of them were here with their men. Azzie had told her once that she always makes time for fans after a fight and that she'd autographed her share of tits. She knew for a fact a few lucky fans also got to help the mare blow off some steam, and casting her trained blue eyes over the crowd she could spot the ones who didn't give a fuck about boxing and were just hoping to be the lucky ones to give the mare her after-fight rub-down.

And when Azzie slipped in between the ropes, she could see why. The bronze-furred mare looked impressive with her coal-black mane matching the trim on her red trunks and sports bra. She'd jokingly asked Azzie if she might not have an easier time in the ring if she went topless like the men did and used the distraction factor. The mare had snorted at the idea, saying that she wanted to knock people out with her fists rather than her tits, but had confided that she'd gone through one training session topless when there was no one else in the gym and that her tits had hurt more from bouncing around then getting actually punched.

In the corner opposite her, Yorgos Roussos was trying to get some love from the crowd. The ram had a good set of shoulders on him, but even with his horns he barely stood as tall as the seven foot mare he'd be facing, and odds were on Azzie for this one. As the fight started, Cass soon worked out what the ram's tactic was going to be. He was a little lighter on his cloven hooves than Azzie was on her big draft-horse stompers, even though the mare was lighter on her feet than her size and build would suggest. He was trying to get his jabs in while avoiding the mare's right hook, worried about both her reach and literal horsepower. Azzie was known for it, and often said “Got gave me a hammer so I'm gonna smash." a boast Cassandra knew she used for both her fist and the heavy cock she'd probably wind up swinging after she beat Yorgos.

Try as he might, he was too timid and Azzie's swings were connecting. Even if he avoided a KO, the judges would give this one to the mare. When the ram tried to get close it looked like he was trying for a clinch, but Cassandra's blue eyes went wide when she saw him subtly head-but the mare. Illegal as fuck, and especially advantageous when you had a caprine skull, something the ref should have called but didn't. She heard some of the people around her mutter, and when Yorgos pulled the same shit again and got away with it a lot of them were jeering.

It wasn't enough to knock Azzie out, but you can't take two cracks on the noggin like that and just blink them away. Cass noticed a lot of people in the crowd were booing and shouting, but the ref still didn't give a fuck. Yorgos didn't try that shit again, but he didn't really need to. The panthress could tell that Azzie's hoofwork was sloppier and her guard a little low. The few straights Yorgos landed on her muzzle didn't have the same force as the ram's skull, but they wouldn't help the mare. She was getting her licks in, but they didn't have her usual killer-aim and the cheating goat didn't go down from any of them.

When the fight was over and the ref raised Yorgos' arm up the crowd went wild, hollering and throwing empty plastic cups at the ring where the cheating ram was hamming it up while Azzie was being helped out of the ring, obviously still dazed from the illegal head-butts. Cass swore to herself as she tried to make her way out of the spectator area and get to the locker-room. A fucking fix! They couldn't bribe Azzie to take a dive so they bribed the ref to look the other way, and someone made a killing betting on that fucking asshole ram.

The panthress priority now was to make her sister was okay, and to think of something to say that would ease the sting to her pride at fighting in rigged fight. The crowd looked close to rioting in the stands, so once she got out she had a clear path to the locker room. The sound of what must have been a hoof striking metal wasn't surprising. Azzie would be pissed, and a few kicks and punches were to be expected. But the instinct that had kept her alive as a beat cop kicked in when her ears picked up the voice of someone trying to be quiet and failing.

“...fucking hold her!"

“Easier said than done… fuckin mule's heavy…"

Her paw almost reached for where her holster would have been if she'd had her sidearm, but with no gun at her side Cassandra ran forward with nothing but her paws and her wits. If there was a fight, all she'd have to do was tip the odds a little in Azzie's favor, since the mare wasn't a stranger to straight-out brawls.

Three of them - wolves or mixes with a lot of wolf in them. Two of them were dragging Azzie away, and the sharp chemical smell making her nose twitch made it clear why her sister was no longer kicking and barely trying to pull free. The third one was reaching for the rag that they must have pressed against the mare's muzzle to finish the job Yorgos' head-butts had started. He was leaning over and looked at the panthress at just the right moment to catch a kick from the black feline.

Cass dashed over him in the direction his friends had left, but either her kick wasn't as strong as she thought or the lupine was tougher than he looked. She felt a large paw grab her ankle, and she had more pressing concerns than running after Azzie. In martial arts classes she'd taken, they drove home the point that if someone catches your arm in a fight you still have options, but if your opponent catches your leg, nine times out of ten - the fights over. The instructor pointed the fact out when a rookie tried a very showy kick and wound up flat on their ass a second later.

Hits on the head were a big no-no in the force. Officially, at least. Just too many ways they could cause lasting damage or straight-up kill. Maybe your punch doesn't break anything, but it knocks some fucker out and he winds up falling and cracking his skull open on the curb? But after the academy, rookie cops were taught by more seasoned officers of just how to hit to do enough damage while getting away with it. Her first kick at the wolf's head had been just that - a safe bet to knock him out but not to cripple or kill.

His hold on her ankle was strong enough to stop her from running, but not firm enough to stop her from twisting around. Odds are no one other than a feline could have pulled it off - a pirouette that reversed forward momentum into circular one. Wolfy was gripping one foot, but he could do nothing about the other one swinging for his face with enough force for Cass to hear the crunch of bone.

Wolfy was out, but his body went into a spasm and Cass had to pry his fingers from her ankle, but it took long enough to ensure that when she burst into the alley she was too late to even catch the plates of the van careening around the curve and burning rubber as it sped away, with Azzie nowhere to be found. She'd quickly scanned the scene for anything that the kidnappers might have dropped, but not quite quick enough. When she got back to the locker room someone had gotten the wolf she'd knocked out away from there, leaving the panthress with a missing sister and no clue as to where to look for her…

*******

“Fucking cunt's trying to kick again!" Complained one of the wolves holding Azzie. She was, but she could barely try. Between the head-butts she got from that cheating ass ram and whatever they'd used to knock her out, she was still dizzy and her powerhouse body was barely responding. Which was why the wolf was complaining instead of howling in pain after having his shin shattered. She had a bag over her head so she couldn't even see enough to aim.

“Quit being a pussy, we're nearly there…" said a voice deeper than the sons of literal bitches who'd jumped her back in the locker-room. There was the jingle of keys and the sound of a heavy door opening.

“Everything set up?" asked one of the wolves.

“Yeah, just get the cunt on the bench and we can start rolling." Replied the deep voice that Azzie was starting to like less and less.

“Awww yeah, time to break the bronco in…" sneered another unseen lupine, grabbing Azzie's straining tank-top and ripping it off.

She could hear appreciative noises from her captors as her heavy tits bounced free, and figured that she might as well use the distraction. There was a zip-tie around her wrists, and kicking out while blind and dizzy wasn't likely to do much. But she had her weight, the same weight her kidnapers had been complaining as they dragged her along. She cocked an ear and went by sound as she lunged with her shoulder and caught it against a suddenly protesting wolf. She managed to stay on her hooves and took some delight in the sound of a cocky son of a bitch failing to keep his footing. She'd knocked enough people out to know the sound of someone falling flat on their ass, but she still had her hands tied behind her back and the goddamned bag over her head.

She felt something jab into the wet fur of her bare back and never even heard the sound of what was either a Taser or possibly a cattle-prod as thousands of volts coursed through her body. If it wasn't for her blunt equine teeth she would have bitten through her tongue as her jaw clenched, her muzzles giving out and making it easier for the wolves to haul her and through her down against something. With her bare tits pressed against it, it felt hard but padded, its surface something like a gym mat, right down to the lingering smell of old sweat.

She we bent over it, her legs kicked apart and soon strapped down at the fetlocks. The zip-tie around her wrists was cut, but the still unresponsive arms were quickly grabbed by a pair of wolves, with belts immediately being tightened around her wrists. The hood was pulled from her head, making the mare hiss at the glare of what she assumed were floodlights. When she managed to open them, she realized they were actual lighting, which made sense considering there was a bull aiming a camera mounted on a tri-pod. With that detail clicking in place, she wasn't surprised to hear her trunks being torn to shreds, exposing her completely.

“Right, let's see what we're working here…" said one of the wolves, grabbing the base of the big mare's tail and yanking it up hard. “Fuck me, look at the size of those nuts! No wonder this freak can knock males out. Hey Hank, these bigger than yours?" the wolf asked the bull finishing up with the camera.

“Wanna get down on your knees and check?"

“I'll pass. I'm just gonna wait until it's your turn and we get to see your sack clapping against this one…" he said, hefting Azzie's bulging black sack. The mare had little doubt why she was bound like this and buck naked, but the idea of getting fucked up the ass by punks who didn't have the balls to take her on one-on-one still made her pulse race and her nostrils flare as she snorted.

“Uhh-ohh Zeke, I don't think she likes you touching…" teased another wolf, adjusting his crotch where a very prominent bulge was forming.

“Like I give a fuck. Pass me the tape, fucking pony-tails always get in the way…" said the one behind her, and soon enough Azzie was feeling her tail being bound up.

“You better kill me you little cunts. Kill me now or you'll be begging me to kill you later…" Azzie said in a tone that generally got the message across. But generally she was towering over people, not bound and bent over, with her tail being wrapped to make her imminent rape easier.

“Fuck that. If the boss wanted you dead, we'd have put a bomb under your car. Nah, this is business…" the wolf said, finishing turning her flowing tail into a taped-up club. “You lost us a lot of money by not playing ball. Think you're too good to throw a fight? Fair enough, but if you don't want to take a dive, you're gonna be taking loads. Lots and lots of them, until what you owe is all paid up. After that, we're gonna let what's left of you go." The wolf said, punctuating his statement with a sharp slap against the mare's round ass.

“Fuck, look at it bounce. Most of these cunts dry up when they bulk up, but our little pony's got a woman's curves even if she's got a male's junk…" leered one of the wolves at her side. One of the ones waiting patiently, as far as Azzie could tell.

“Yeah, shame to watch tits like hers taking punches when they could be taking loads. Just got to knock the fight out of her…" said the wolf behind her, laying his paws on her cheeks and spreading them wide. With her tail bound, Azzie didn't even bother trying to flag it to hide her round black pucker, the one she could feel the wolves and the bull staring at.

“All right cunt, time for some introductions. I'm Zeke, and this, this is Lube…" he said, brandishing a big tube of KY jelly in front of the mare's face. “Now you're not gonna like me, but Mr. Lube here's gonna be your new best friend. But nothing in here's free sugar-tits, so if you want it I wanna hear you beg. Say: Please Mr. Wolf, grease my ass up before you breed me like-“ he began, but Azzie cut him off.

“…like the bitch whose pussy you crawled out of…" Azzie said, not even grunting as the lupine male behind her delivered another savage smack to her ass.

“Yeah, didn't think you were gonna do it. You're a hard cunt, aren't you? Well I've got news for you, slut – you look pretty soft from where I'm standing. You wanna see hard?" he said, spitting on Azzie's exposed tail-hole as he worked his belt loose.

The mare heard his pants hit the ground just before she felt the tip of a tapered canine cock press into the saliva coating her pucker, the boned tip easily fitting into the center of the supple black ring. Outrage filled the mare well before the cock did, the injury to her pride hurting every bit as much as the hard length of erect wolf forcing its way into her ass with one savage thrust. The mare had never been fucked, and never wanted to try. Even the few guys that showed interest in her had the sense to know their place and lift their tails, and she was sure she'd had more pussy than these cunts leering at her.

She struggled in pain and outrage even though she knew there was no point. Under the padding, the bench she was bound to was steel and no doubt bolted to the concrete floor. Nothing so much as creaked as her muscles tensed along her body, her limbs straining but failing to slip free of the restraints. All it served was to entertain the bastards fishing their cocks out and the one buried under her tail, but it was distracting her from the burning pain of having her ass taken roughly and with nothing but a bit of spit and pre as lube.

With another buck, the wolf beside her forced his knot in, the still un-swollen lump slipping in on the first try but not without another flash of pain lancing out through the bound mare's body. She clenched her teeth and tried not to give her kidnapers the satisfaction of hearing her cry out in pain, but she doubted it would last. Two more canine cock were being stroked, and the bull already had several inches of rosy-pink beef sticking out of his sheath.

“How's the mule? Tight enough?" asked one of the leering lupines as the one behind Azzie groped her ass even as he ground himself against it.

“Fuck, cherry mare-tail. Or maybe I'm wrong and she's just clenching up to make me cum faster. Shit, for such a hard-ass she's even got a nice bit of cushioning…" he said, giving Azzie's ass another smack.

The sound of paw slapping flesh should have rang out clear, but the walls were covered with something that killed any echoes. The fact that they wanted clean sound wasn't a good sign when coupled with the fancy lighting and the cameras. It would also ensure that when Azzie did finally scream, no one would be able to hear it. Not unless they pay up to see the footage… she thought bitterly. She knew Cass had run across operations like this one, mostly while working as a private investigator. It gave her some hope knowing that her sister was capable of finding her and hopefully getting her out of here, but it sickened her to think about Cassandra seeing her like this.

She fucking told me so. Told me I was pissing people off and getting in the way of serious money…

She almost groaned in relief when the wolf behind her popped his knot out and slid inch after hard inch of canine cock out of her straining pucker, but managed to keep her muzzle shut and her jaw clenched. He pulled back almost all the way out, but the whole thing was driven back in with one savage thrust. It hurt having her pucker stretched, and it hurt having the son of a bitch re-arranging her insides with that knotted cock, but the lupine claiming her ass was leaking like an old pipe and the strokes that followed that one were getting smoother as lupine precum filled her ass.

“There we go! We'll make a colt-pussy out of this hard ass in no time… Better start enjoying getting fucked you thick slut, 'cause you got a lot of - nghhh! – hard work ahead of you…"

“Hey, you gonna fuck or you gonna sweet-talk her?" asked one of the wolves stroking himself at the sight of the mare getting sodomized with increasing speed and force.

“You heard them slut. Crowd's getting impatient, so why don't we get to work on burying this bone under your tail?" the wolf called Zeke said.

He paused for a second, the time it took him to brace his legs before jamming himself back in. The hard length of wolf speared into her, the knot punching in even though it was getting bigger. Tugging wasn't enough, and the wolf had to yank it back with a lot of force just to get it to slip back out. Azzie knew that he'd cum once he tied, and that it might go easier on her if she clenched up to keep him in, but she still had enough pride to resend the idea of helping the son of a bitch cum even if it meant a shorter time spent having her tail rutted.

It was so big that half the time it wasn't even going in, just punching against her ring as the wolf humped, dull claws digging into the fur and flesh of her firm ass held in an iron grip by the first male to mount her. After some desperate lunges he managed to drive the bulging mass in, making the mare grunt as her ring closed around the rapidly growing mass now stuck inside her ass. There was no hope of pulling out but the lupine male was humping into her like mad, growling lustily as he played tug of war with the cock now tied to the draft mare's ass.

“Here it comes you –ngh!- fucking freak… fuckin' take it!"

A second after he'd growled out those words Azzie felt his engorged cock twitch and a sickening head push deeper into her. She closed her eyes and hung her head, her pride hurting as bad as her knotted ass. She could feel her insides bloating as the wolf grinding his hips against her rutted rear groaned while he emptied his sack under the drafter's tail.

“Just like a fucking dog, burying his bone…" mumbled the bull, stroking his cock slowly as he loomed over both Azzie and the wolves.

“It's called 'knotting', ribeye. Nothing put's a bitch in her place like a nice firm tie…" the wolf tossed back, kneading the equine ass he was still seeding her.

“And nothing slows things down like one either. So be a good pup and dig that bone out. You got your nut, so get the fuck outta there…"

“The beef's got a point, Zeke. Come on, I'll help you out…" said one of the wolves watching the show, releasing his cock long enough to get his paws on Azzie's ass and spread the mare's cheeks open.

The drafter wanted the wolf out, even though she knew the other fucks were queuing up and were gonna have at least one go each, she wanted the spraying, twitching cock out of her ass. She knew what a knot was, she'd even banged a Dalmatian twink once who came from nothing but having her pump her cock in and out of his spotted ass. His knot had gotten pretty big when he popped, but she had no idea just how big one gets when a canine feels something wrapped tight around them.

The two wolves dug their fingers in, working to pry open her thick pucker and stretching her so much that the heavyweight mare saw stars. The fingers pried, the wolf tugged and she was even trying to push him out but she still felt like she was going to tear before the god-damned mutt yanked himself free. Her nostrils were flaring, sweat dripping down from the lanky strands of her wet mane before she felt the widest part of Zeke's knot stretch her open before the whole thing slipped out. She heard cum squirt around his shaft before it was pulled out of her, the smooth canine rod slipping out easily and leaving her gaped pucker gushing lupine cum as the next wolf took his place.

“Fuck, mule's messing up our nice clean floor. Gotta plug this leak…" the second wolf said, aiming his tapered tip and easily sinking into the mess his predecessor had made of the mare's no longer virgin ass.

The wolf they called Zeke walked in front of her and just settled down to enjoy the show. His cock was still spurting watery canine cum across the floor, and when Azzie saw the size of the knot that had just barely been pulled from her pucker she almost retched. The cock pushing its way into her ass still hurt, but there was no denying that it was easier going after the first wolf left her loose and sloppy. She could feel the mess he'd left being churned around inside her, the first of many loads these sons of bitches would force her to take. The sounds the knot made as it slipped in and out of her were obscenely wet, and the bulge at the base of the canine cock felt weird now that she'd been loosened up.

“What the fu… holy shit guys, check this out!" the wolf railing her ass said, but didn't so much as slow his strokes.

“What are you… fuck me, the cunt's enjoying this! Check out this goddamned python she's dropping!" said Zeke, reaching out and to Azzie's own surprise grasping her tumescent cock.

“Shit, I knew I was good but I didn't think I'm that good. You falling in love with me, girl?" he teased, giving her ass a grope as his friend dropped Azzie's meaty shaft.

“It's a reflex, pup. You just managed to find her nut. Probably the most were gonna get out of her today, but it's a good sign. Once we work that ass in, getting fucked's gonna make her good and hard. Might even get some good milky cum-shots outa this freak…" mused the bull, pushing his sheath down and exposing more and more of his own cock. He was massive, and Azzie would have guessed he was juicing, but one look at the massive bovine balls made it clear the bull had never used steroids.

“Fuck that's hot… fuck, I can't wait anymore…" said the third wolf, beating his cock and groaning as his tail slipped down.

Azzie saw it coming and tried to turn her face away, but Zeke grabbed her ears and pulled hard enough to force her to face his friend's erection. She saw the tapered tip spurt before remembering to close her eyes as rope after rope of wolf cum splashed across her muzzle. The son of a bitch was aiming at her lips because even though he didn't have the balls to push his dick into her mouth he seemed to want her to taste his spunk. The other two tried to help him out, buy slapping her ass or reaching under her chest to pinch her nipples, but Azzie managed to keep her mouth shut, even though her whole face wound up soaked.

“Hey, you think this is how they make paint horses?"

“Fuck, I'm about to paint this fuckin'… whore…" the wolf behind Azzie groaned, fingers digging into her ass while he did what he could to work his knot in.

“Better keep that knot out of her. I'm ready to fuck, and if you're not out of her ass in a minute's time I'm ramming this thing under whatever tail's available…" the bull threatened, stroking more than a foot of smooth bovine flesh as he eyed the bound mare.

Azzie heard the wolf behind her snort at the threat, but the fact that he wasn't trying to jam his knot in proved that he'd taken the massive bull's threat seriously. He settled for just mashing the growing bulge against her straining pucker, grinding against her ass until the mare felt the lupine cock begin spraying her insides. Without a knot there was only the grip of her pucker around the glassy shaft, and a few seconds later she could feel his load seeping out, a hot trickle running down her smooth black sack and the semi-erect equine cock dangling under her.

The bull didn't wait long before walking up and pulling the wolf out of her, the mare's ears flicking back as another gush of cum poured out of her and splattered on the concrete. The biggest hands Azzie had ever felt gripped her cheeks, with two thick, hoof-nailed thumbs pushing between them to pry her pucker open. The mare felt herself leaking as the bull forced her ring wide enough for her to feel air actually reaching her insides, cool after the two loads of hot lupine spunk.

“There's a real fuckin' mare… don't let that thing swinging between your legs fool you cunt. When you're with me, you're a mare – a nice tight hole and something to grab onto…" he said, running his hands up Azzie's hips and gripping the mare's love-handles. The wolves kept silent, watching the bull who genuinely seemed intent on making a show out of this. The one who'd set up the cameras…

“Go on, beg me. Beg me nice, maybe cry a little… if I feel bad for you I might just go slow. Still gonna go deep though. Gonna push in deeper than these mutts could reach…" he said, laying his cock down in the crack of her ass and sliding it up and down. Azzie felt her stomach twist at just how much was about to be forced in her, but she still had enough pride not to have sense. She kept her mouth shut and her jaw clenched.

“Yeah, didn't take you for the begging type. You're gonna whinny, gonna scream. This isn't a silent film, slut, I'm gonna get something out of you…" he said, pulling back and prodding his tip against Azzie's messy pucker.

“Fuck you, you fucking steer…" she growled, looking down at the floor as an inch of tapered bovine cock entered her.

She quickly clenched her teeth as the bull slowly but steadily sank in, his smooth cock getting wider with every inch. A foot deep and Azzie was clenching her hands and doing her best not to whimper as the bull kept going. She could feel him forcing her body to adapt to the enormous cock, her pucker straining around his girth as he reached far deeper inside her than the two wolves who'd claimed her ass. By the time his sack came to rest against hers Azzie felt sick, stuffed beyond capacity by the male groping her ass and resting as her pucker clenched around him. His pull-out was slow, but his thrust was hard and fast, and in spite of her best efforts, Azzie cried out…

*******

It was the third day since her sister's disappearance, and during that time Cassandra figured she might have strung together a total of nine hours of sleep. Last night she'd forced down some sedatives to knock her out, but her dreams were anything but restful. But she'd need her eyes working for the next part in her so far fruitless search. Day one had been spent trying to track down Yorgos Rousos, but the ram was supposedly unreachable even for his manager.

Day two had been spent trying to pull some strings at the station, and had finished with Cass not only burning every blue bridge she had left but damn near getting arrested for assault on an officer.

But the panthress wasn't new to missing persons cases. The fact that she lived in a dingy studio apartment was not due to a poor success rate but her soft-hearted nature which led her to pick up work from people who couldn't afford to pay much. Still, it was rewarding, more than spying on unfaithful spouses, never mind the payday you could wring from cases like those. But the jobs paid in experience which was hopefully going to help her track down Azzie.

The panthress' sleeveless shirt hung loose from her shoulders as she sat down at her computer, taking a sip from her mug and considering a swig from the bottle she knew was lying in the desk drawer. She'd need one sooner or later, but with two restless nights behind her, cheap scotch wasn't a good idea. Not until she really needed it.

This was always an ugly part of the job. Runaways, kidnap victims, girls who wound up with a really bad boyfriend or a really bad habit… more often than not, this was where she found them. The darkweb had content that catered to those who weren't too picky about underage 'performers', an obvious lack of consent or material that catered to… 'niche' tastes. If you didn't have those kinds of tastes, you needed a strong stomach to trawl those sites, and when even a strong stomach started to turn you needed strong liquor to settle both your guts and your hand. Azzie wasn't underage, so she'd be spared looking through that stuff, which was a small mercy. What sleep she'd managed to get was nothing but nightmares, but watching those videos always left something behind that a stiff drink couldn't wash off. But Azzie also wouldn't cooperate, not even if it was the smart thing to do.

Thumbnails spread out across her screens, the captions colorful but with a strong shared theme. The word 'rape' featured in almost every one. Some were obviously fake, but some were very obviously not, especially when you knew what to look for. Both were sickening in their own way, and Cass had to dredge along through the lot of them, to read the comments because every now and again there would be someone hinting at something even 'better' and where it could be found.

Keen blue eyes scanned the screen, going down the disgusting tiles until they stopped dead at one. A mare, brown fur with a black mane, with the caption reading “DONEY BREEDING DICKMARE". Her hand was shaking as she pulled out the bottle, took a swig and waited for the fire to run down her throat. She exhaled the alcohol fumes, took a steadying breath and clicked on the video.

It was a professional recording and she identified her sister immediately. Not that it was difficult, given Azzie's unique build, but she'd never seen the mare like this. She took some solace from the fact that she looked relatively unharmed. She was sure the mare's bronze coat was hiding bruises, but there were no whip-marks or any signs of serious injury. Some of the content she ran across included things like branding, teeth removal or worse.

She supposed she should be glad, but it wasn't easy to be gladdened by the sight of her sister buck-naked and bound hand and hoof. The contraption looked a little like a pommel horse, with the mare's belly resting on it and her hooves wide apart, bound to each leg of the thing. Her breasts hung down and her arms were above her head, bound at the wrists and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. The mare was immobilized with the restraints forcing her to keep her back arched, her tail taped up leaving her with no modesty to speak of. Bile rose in Cassandra's throat, but the panthress forced herself to watch. She had to, and she'd have to do it more than once, eyes peeled for any detail that might hint at where Azzie was being held, or by whom.

An enormous bull walked into frame, moving carefully not to block the view. When his face entered the frame it was blurred, which Cass was expecting. He was holding something in his literally beefy hand and went about fastening it to Azzie's head. A bit-gag, nothing special and available for purchase at any adult bookstore that catered to equine customers. Once Azzie was gagged, the bull moved his hands to her chest. Few males were big enough to really cup the firm round mounds the draft mare was sporting, but the bull on screen was heavy-handed enough to give the bronze globes a cruel groping. She saw her sister's nostrils flare, but it was only when the bovine male twisted her hard black nipples that the mare reluctantly groaned into her equestrian-themed gag.

With a slap against one breast, the bull moved down her body, and the camera that had been zoomed in on the mare's chest followed him. Stationary camera operated by a second person. The shadows the light cast meant there were several sources, actual lighting and camera set-up as opposed to someone holding a phone shining a single white LED. The gear and the set-up meant that this was a kind of studio.

A lot of these videos were never shot in the same place, and it was mostly basements and old store-rooms with a bare minimum of equipment. The bull had reached Azzie's ass now, giving the round cheek a smack with that huge hand, hard enough that she could hear her sister's grunt over the sound of flesh striking flesh. The camera moved seamlessly to zoom in as he spread the mare's ass open, the purple ring-grip butt-plug clearly visible against the brown fur.

The bull slipped a thick finger into the ring and began to slowly pull. She saw Azzie's black equine pucker stretch thin as the mare grunted and finally screamed into her bit as the widest part of the plug stretched her too painfully for even a draft horse like her sister to take without making a sound. The rest of the toy slipped out easily, pulling out a glob of thick clear goo as the bull tossed it away. Cassandra's ear swiveled on reflex, even though there wasn't a point. She was wearing ear-buds, because if she had to endure filth like this she could at least spare her neighbors. The new noise was coming from out of frame, easily identified as hooves on concrete. More than one pair, which Cassandra first meant more than one equine, but she soon caught the distinct clip-clop, clip-clop rhythm. The caption did say donkey, but she'd allowed herself to hope…

Her fingers were shaking as she hit the spacebar, pausing the video and taking another swig. She tried to console herself that her sister was tough, the toughest person she knew. She'd rescued teens who managed to get their life on track after being in situations like this. She just had to find Azzie, get her out and the mare would be fine. They both would. Whatever she was about to see already happened, and her seeing it could only help Azzie by giving the panthress a clue about where to find her.

The bull was working some of the leaking lube across Azzie's plump sack, but Cassandra focused on her sister's pucker trying and failing to close. She knew for a fact Azzie had been an anal virgin until her kidnaping, but as a consequence of trying to find victims of sexual exploitation she knew how to recognize a pucker that suffered regular penetration. Even the huge toy wouldn't account for the fact that Azzie's ring showed signs of use, the muscles never having time to fully contract. Given that this was only the third day the mare had been missing, it meant that she'd been 'put to work' immediately.

It made the panthress stomach turn and her hackles rise, but it was a good sign. It ruled out a long voyage, possibly overseas where recovering Azzie would be difficult or impossible. With this kind of time-frame… she'd probably never even crossed the state line. It wasn't much, but it was some good news - her sister was alive, relatively unharmed and probably close by.

She tried to focus on that, and not on the braying noises and the increasingly impatient clopping. The bull ran a wet rag over the bound mare's ass, and she could guess what it had been soaked in soon enough. The braying was loud, but the lack of an echo betrayed heavy soundproofing. A moment later a feral donkey's head entered the frame, the animal pushing his muzzle under Azzie's tail and curling his upper lip at what must have been the scent of a jenny in heat. The camera pulled back to show the whole jack, including a black equine cock that was erect and slapping the animal's belly as the donkey took in the scent of a fertile female.

Cass felt her teeth clench in impotent rage as she watched the animal's back hunch, the equine erection stabbing air as the jack placed his head on top of the bound mare's rump. He reared up and the forehooves fastened around the grunting Azzie as the bound mare was mounted by the feral animal. The blunt tip of its cock was already squirting pre as it jabbed wildly against the brown mare's backside, the angle made awkward by Azzie's height. Her rear was higher than a jenny's would be but the animal mounting her wasn't deterred by that. Cassandra didn't doubt for an instant that Azzie wouldn't be the jack's first two-legged mate, nor that the thrashing and growling of the mare under him was in any way a deterrent for the aroused beast.

Feral equines didn't last long, and the people behind this let the donkey thrust blindly to prolong the video, letting the blunt tip jab the draft mare's cheeks, her pucker and even letting the donkey give her what looked like a painful jab right into Azzie's shiny sack. When the bull grabbed the donkey's wildly stabbing cock the panthress gripped the edge of her desk and fought the urge to look away. The animal was trying to thrust into the bull's grip but the bastard was strong enough to guide the equine erection to the mare's greased and gaping hole. With his tip aimed, the jack's next thrust buried about half his cock into the brown mare's ass.

Even if she had looked away Cass would have been haunted by the pained cry escaping the equine gag. The camera captured it perfectly - the way her head shot up, trailing drool down her muzzle, the way the arms bound above her tensed at the moment of brutal penetration. The bull released the donkey's cock and stepped away, the animal's hooves clacking on the concrete as it shuffled closer, trying to push as much of his massive cock into the bound mare's ass. The difference in height saved Azzie from having to take the thick base of the donkey's cock, but the jack still had well over a foot buried in the struggling drafter.

Cass knew it had to really hurt if Azzie couldn't take it with just a grunt. Her sister had always told her that one thing being a heavyweight boxer teaches you is to take a beating and make it seem like it's nothing but love-taps. Win or lose, when the final bell rang the mare always stood tall and cocky for the crowd. She always had her pride, but it was gone now that she was bound and gagged with a farm animal rutting her rear while cameras rolled.

Nobody watching this could mistake this for anything other than rape. These sites had plenty of fake material, but the cries making it through the bit-gag were too real, as was the way Azzie had writhed in her bonds at the initial penetration. Her nostrils were flared as she fought for breath, drool running from her mouth and falling onto her heaving chest. The jack didn't mind, but didn't seem to trust the straps and chains enough to hold an obviously skittish mare. The animal grabbed a mouthful of Azzies's mane, tugging on it as it worked his cock in and out in sharp, savage jabs, the rippling muscles along its flanks a testament to the force oh its thrusts.

Her sister's drawn-out cry broke up into pained grunts timed to every bunching of the gray jack's hips, the powerhouse body of a heavyweight fighter barely holding up under the violent breeding the feral donkey was subjecting her to. Cass felt bile rise in her throat when the jack's rope tail flagged and the thrusting stopped, the camera zooming in and under the two equines to show the under underside of the black cock swell with the first rush of cum the animal pumped into her sister.

Azzie's groan as she was filled was pitiful and damn nearly broke the panthress heart as she watched the spent jack rest, still clutching his unwilling mate's mane in his teeth as he seeded her. A pair of balls even bigger than Azzie's was pulled up tight as they emptied under the mare's tail while a skilled cameraman captured every goddamned thing in high definition! The donkey's interest in the draft mare lasted only as long as his orgasm, and after releasing her mane the jack began to slide down her rump and out of her ass.

His cock was soft by the time he tugged it out, with Azzie crying out again once the trumpet-like flare was pulled from her, leaving her gaped ring gushing a torrent of equine cum. The camera moved in close again, robbing the mare of any shred of dignity she might have had left as the bull pushed his fingers in and spread her pucker open, letting the paying customers get a good look at what the jack had done before the video switched to a slow-motion close-up of the donkey's thrusting. Cass saw her sister's ring almost disappear from sight when the beast pushed its mammoth cock in, only to cling to it when the donkey withdrew.

By the time it was done, Cass took another swig of scotch as if it could wash what she'd just seen out of her mouth or her mind. Once her hands grew steady, she clicked on more videos featuring Azzie. She watched her sister get face-fucked by the same bull that she saw in the last shot, get spanked by some creepy looking rat before he bailed on the paddle and began taking a riding crop to Azzie's ass and tits. A video of the mare pulling a train with guys taking turns at her ass and mouth, one of which she was almost certain was that cunt Yorgos.

After more than an hour spent watching that nightmare-fuel she didn't get anything useful. These guys were professionals, the videos were thoroughly edited with any identifying marks blurred out. But if Yorgos was in on this it confirmed that the people running Azzie's venue were also involved, so at least it gave her something to go on.

*******

“Your choice, cunt. You're gonna swallow my cum either way, so what's it gonna be?" asked the rat looming above Azzie as she sat on the edge of her cot, his ugly grin made uglier by his rodential incisors.

She didn't know his name, but he was for all intents and purposes her jailer. Well, not just her. Even though she was the only equine, this hallway with its small cramped rooms and heavy steel doors was called the stable. And the creep leering down at her was the kind of person who thought that keeping an eye on a dozen or so kidnapped females was a dream job. He didn't even give a fuck that he was half Azzie's size. They had heavies nearby, the mare knew that, and everyone including the rat carried a taser. When she'd first glared at him he'd insisted he'd 'zap her cock off and correct God's mistake' if she got out of line. That wasn't why he was here now.

“Come on whore, don't be shy. I've seen you chug down bigger loads than mine. Just play nice and you won't get any 'special sauce' on your next meal…" he said, stroking a long, thin cock.

“Fine…" the draft mare said, her voice still hoarse from a throat-fucking she got from some stag a few hours earlier. No cameras during that one, which meant that he was a paying customer, not 'talent'. She was forced to earn the money she'd 'lost' these bastards both by starring in twisted but no doubt pricy porn videos and by being a cum-dump for whoever could pay what her captors were asking.

“There's a good whorse. You sound thirsty too. A little parched? Well get on your knees and I'll see about serving you a drink…" the rat gloated, his eyes settling on Azzie's bronze-furred bust. “Fuck, those udders look like they healed up nicely." he said, referring to her now pierced nipples.

Azzie shuddered at the memory. The whole thing had been recorded because they made a show of it. The cat that did it to her was beautiful but no less creepy than the rat facing her now. She was some exotic variety, so slinky that she might have passed for a snake if not for the intricately patterned fur. Azzie had been bound spread-eagle as the purring female ran incredibly soft hands across her hard body. After that she let her claws out, slowly running them along the mare's exposed sides, giving sharp pokes into the soft flesh of Azzie's breasts and her stallionhood.

The freak had straddled her chest as she groped her tits, sheathing and unsheathing her claws and pushing them against her nipples hard enough that the mare thought she'd use them to pierce her. By the time the needle came out the feline was breathing hard but her soft paws were still steady as she pinched the nubs to stiffness before driving in the sharp steel in, slowly. By the time Azzie had a barbell through each nipple she also had a wet patch on her belly where the cat had cum fiercely from nothing more than the perverse act of piercing the mare's tits and savoring her pain.

“Elle does beautiful work, doesn't she? The freaky cat did you pro bono, and is offering to pay serious cash for an opportunity to give you a Prince Albert. Yeesh, I don't think I'd even want to watch that. This now, this just makes sense…"the rat said, toying with the length of chain looped through the rings hanging from Azzie's nipples. The rat pulled the chain up slowly, savoring the mare's barely suppressed wince as her heavy tits were lifted by the piercings, letting the rat push his glans into the underside of her cleavage. She kept her hands at her sides as the leering rodent lowered her tits until his purplish glans was peeking out from between the bronze-furred mounds. The rat then pulled the chain towards him so that it pulled both the rings and the nipples they were attached to closer to each other. With her breasts now pressed tight against the sides of his cock, the rat gave her tits a few humps before he addressed her.

“Come on slut, wrap your lips around it and get to work. Show me what a thirsty girl you are…"

Azzie forced herself to swallow what was left of her pride, which was as bitter as the cum she knew she'd be swallowing in a matter of minutes. There were some serious heavies around here swinging serious pieces of dick, and as much as it hurt to get bent over and fucked savagely by one of those bastards, it felt worse submitting to someone who'd normally piss himself if she gave him a smack across the face, like this little creep. Azzie's mane fell across one eye as she lowered her head, thick equine lips parting as she took the tip of the rat's cock into her mouth, ears flicking back as the scrawny fucker groaned.

“There's a good slut. Work that tongue for me… Yeah, nice and sloppy, like you did for Samson the other day. Fuck, that's going to be pure gold once it's edited…" he said, referring to yesterday's performance when she was paired with a feral black mastiff. She was told they weren't going to lube her and that she better get the dog good and slick if she didn't want him to tear her open. The mare had done her best but no matter how sloppy she'd gotten Samson, her tailhole was still tender after getting fucked and knotted with nothing but spit and pre for lube.

The rat kept a tight grip on the chain which in turn was tightening the grip Azzie's tits had on his cock. A grip he needed to be firm since his rodent-dick was long but thin. The scrawny perv never got to fuck her on camera but wasn't above taking sloppy seconds, and once she'd been used by either 'performers' or paying clients she'd wind up with this little buck-toothed cunt sliding his cock into her loose ass, humping like crazy as he churned out a bigger male's mess before dumping his own load. To make matters worse, the fucker was productive, and even though his cock was nothing to write home about the mare knew she'd be forced gulp down a lot of rat-spunk by the time he finally popped.

“Good mare, goood fuckin'... mouth… yeah, suck it you whore…" the rat murmured, humping into her tits as Azzie pushed her lips down into her own cleavage to keep his tip from slipping from her muzzle.

She folded her ears when the creep put his free hand on her head, gripping her black mane tight as he humped into her breasts and into her mouth. He was squirting pre into her mouth and the mare closed her eyes as she swallowed the warm trickle, knowing that the worst was yet to come. Some of the bastards here were big enough to throat-fuck even someone with a muzzle as long as hers, and as bad as choking for breath was, and as much as her throat hurt after some stallion, stag or bull was finished with it, as least they tended to blow their loads with their tips way past her tongue.

“Almost there girl. Get a nice drink, some grub and some rest. Bet you have a busy night ahead, huh? That's right slut, you're our -ugh!- star attraction…"

The mare tried not to think about that, which left her with focusing on sucking and licking the glans pumping her lips as the rat's hips started slapping against her heavy bronze tits. She folded her ears back as the pain of having her mane gripped roughly mixed with the pain of having her pierced nipples pulled together by that fucking chain.

She saw the rat's bald, lanky tail lash behind him as the creep grunted with exertion, fucking her cleavage as Azzie prepared for the worst part of this. He used his grip to push her face down, burying her muzzle in her own cleavage as the cock in her mouth swelled up and began to twitch.

“Ungggh, choke on it, bitch! Fuckin' whore…" the rat growled as the first slimy rope of his cum sprayed across the mare's tongue, the next one hitting the back of her throat and almost making her retch.

Azzie swallowed down everything the rat's heavy nuts pumped out knowing that spitting the cum out would mean a smack across the face before she was forced to lick the mess up. The rat was standing on the tips of his toes, trying to cram as much of his slender cock into her mouth as he could before the slender shaft grew soft. The rat wound up pulling out just before he was finished, sending a few weak ropes squirting across the mare's lips and nostrils.

“There's a good mare. Don't worry, you'll get some nice, clean grub today. And if you change your mind and start lifting that tail for me, I might be able to score you some sugar…" the rat said before letting the door slam shut behind him.

*******

“Here's your cut of tonight's take. And I hope you realize how generous I'm being here. Even for an amateur, that was a pretty lousy show…" the old coyote said, counting out a few hundred dollar bills that Cassandra pretended to care about.

Azzie had always bragged how her big breasts were like padding keeping her safe, but after spending several rounds getting punched in her tits the panthress didn't quite get it. She also realized that there was a world of difference between martial arts which she was good at and boxing which it turned out she was lousy at.

She had been paired up with a male, but figured she'd have an easy first time going up against a rabbit she was a little taller and heavier than. The featherweight couldn't knock her out, but he had crazy footwork and kept jabbing her the whole night, winning on points easy. Her plan to gain access to this venue by getting on the roster had gone down the drain after her debut fight failed to win her any fans. She'd need to think fast.

“Look, it was my first fight. I know I can do better if…"

“No 'ifs' here sugar, we don't run a charity. I was willing to give you a chance 'cause you look fierce, but you blew it…" the canine said, pushing the small stack across his desk. Cass didn't reach for it, knowing that if she did she'd be expected to get out of his office, and she couldn't afford to abandon this lead. She had to stay in, and that would mean doing whatever it took.

“Look, I really need another shot. Is there anything I can do to convince you?" she said, cocking a hip and thrusting her chest out just a little. Unless the rabbit pounded them flat, her nipples would be sticking just enough to show through the sport's bra, and the tight shorts she'd chosen weren't like the loose trunks Azzie wore to the ring. Cass didn't like the idea of using her body, but to save her sister she was willing to cross a lot of lines. To her relief and disgust, she noticed the coyote's eyes traveling up and down her sleek body.

“You wanna convince me? Fine, get that kitty ass over here…" he said, and Cass forced herself to swing her hips as she walked up behind his desk. “Now on your knees. Good. Do I have to walk you through the rest of this? Look sugar, this is real simple - you want another shot in the ring, I want a shot at your mouth. So go ahead, convince me…" the sleazy 'yote said, leaning back in his chair and parting his legs to show a bulge growing in his slacks.

Cassandra swallowed her pride and prepared to swallow a lot more, facing not only the horny canine's growing erection but her only lead. During her research she'd seen Azzie forced to do a lot worse than blow a mutt like this, and if she believed her sister would be fine after she rescued her, she had to hope she'd get over this. She tried to act casual, like she'd done this thing a hundred times before, but in spite of her looks the panthress had a very underwhelming sex-life and very little practical experience to fall back on. She undid the coyote's belt and pushed his fly down so that she could fish out the sheath and the inches of red meat already sticking out of it.

Closing her eyes, the cat licked along the exposed cock, her whiskers twitching as the coyote's lip leaked and suited pre across her dark muzzle. She laid his hands on his thighs and took the tip into her mouth, closing her inky lips around him and folding her ears back at the 'yote's satisfied groan. She tried not to think about what she was doing, about what she must look like. This was her job, she was working a case, the most important one in her life. Azzie was depending on her, especially since the fucking cops had made it clear they weren't interested in going after the cunts that took her sister.

And since those cock-suckers weren't going to do their job, she was stuck being a cocksucker for this fucking prick. She knew she didn't have to look enthused - the guy might actually get off on the idea of making a girl blow him against her will - but she tried to do the best job she could. She kept her teeth out of the way and tried to take the tapered cock as deep as it would go. As the red rod emerged her gag reflex kicked in and she was forced to bring a paw into play, wrapping it around the still small knot as she worked her muzzle up and down the coyote's twitching length. He was keeping quiet, a small mercy, but that meant the sounds she was making were easier to hear - the little slurps, the messy noises of her lips polishing a leaking doggy-dick and the occasional muffled gag as a shot of warm pre into the back of her throat almost made her choke.

The first hint that her admittedly amateurish blow-job wasn't cutting it was a pay on the back of head. The second was the push that paw gave her, driving her muzzle into the coyote's crotch. Cassandra braced both hands against his thighs as her lips met the coyote's sheath and his tip pushed into her throat. Her nostrils flared as she fought the urge to gag, doing her best to draw in air as the male above her groaned.

He kept her down and she'd almost worked out how to breathe with her throat blocked when the old canine started bucking up, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth as best as he could while still seated. Cassandra's tail lashed angrily, but she doubted she looked intimidating with her muzzle spread open wide enough for the bastard to drive his knot in and out of her mouth. She supposed it was a good thing that she had this shit-heel's cock crammed in her mouth since she doubted he'd have given her another shot at the ring if what she was saying about him, his dick and his mother wasn't muffled.

The knot was growing, the sight of the red mass right in front of her filling her with relief and dread. The 'yote wasn't going to last long, but the bastard was pushing her head down even determined to actually get the damned thing in her mouth! Cassandra wanted to rip the bastards balls off and move on up from there but she settled for just screaming muffled protests into the thick length of canine cock stuffing her throat. The knot went in and the son of a bitch used both hands to keep her in place while it swelled. Cass heard her jaw pop as she fought to open wide and keep her teeth out of the way, flailing with her hands in obvious distress.

“Easy girl… nghhhh… almost… fucking… there!" the coyote groaned as the first squirt of watery canine spunk shot down Cassandra's gullet.

It was a desperate fight just to stay conscious and keep up with the flow of warm, bitter spunk being pumped down her throat. She almost fucked up and the coughing fit forced some of the white slime out of her nose before she managed to open her throat again. The corners of her vision were dim because she was getting the bare minimum of air her brain needed to stay conscious and when the 'yote finally shrank down enough to yank out she hung her head as she coughed up cum and dragged in air.

“So much for second chances. You suck in the ring and can't suck out of it…" the coyote mumbled, not bothering to tuck his glistening cock back in.

“You… promised…" Cass croaked out, wincing at the sound and her sore throat.

“I promised you another chance if you could give me a decent blowjob. But here, just to show I'm not heartless…" he said, fishing out a fifty and adding it to the stack of wrinkled bills on the desk. “Now get the fuck out while I'm still in a generous mood."

Cassandra hung her head and grabbed the money after rising, picking up her gym bag and making a quick exit, looking like someone eager to leave behind the jackass who'd humiliated her. The real reason she made a quick and quiet exit was that while faking her struggles with what the shit-heel must have thought was a real bitch-breaker of a cock, she'd managed to slip his phone out of his pocket without him noticing. She opened her gym bag and stashed the smartphone in the Faraday-pouch hidden inside it.

Not her original plan, but in her line of work she knew that if someone was stupid enough to give you access, you access you took advantage of it. The first thing she did when she got home was to go through half a bottle of Listerine before sitting down and cracking the 'yote bastard's phone open. And after a quick browse through his contacts and messages, for the first time in days Cassandra smiled a smile as bitter as the cum she'd been forced to swallow.

*******

“Think you got your work cut out for here, Jeb…" said Hank, the big-ass bull they usually had on hand when Azzie was being taped. “Butch-bitch she's too good to cum from getting her colt-cunt pounded…"

“Don't care. I'm the fucking specialist, and sugar-tits here isn't even gonna make me break a sweat…" said the crocodile, his thick tail swinging lazily behind the naked bulk of the reptile as he looked at the bed where Azzie was laid out on her back with her hands bound to the steel rings arranged along the headboard.

“She gets nice and hard, but hasn't popped yet…" insisted the bull whose voice was enough to make the mare's pucker clench.

“I can tell. Look at those fat mare-nuts - that's your money-shot right there, just waiting. Fuck, I've gotten little bitch-boys on estrogen to squirt themselves dry… This one here? Easy…" the croc said, grabbing some lube and drizzling it over a bizarre purple-blue cock.

“Guess it's all about the right tool for the job…" the bull said, checking the bindings on the mare's wrists. Her legs weren't bound, but between the massive bovine and the muscular reptile she doubted she could get a kick in if she tried.

“Tonight's your lucky night, slut. I'm gonna find that little nut of yours and go to town on it. And you're gonna be a good mare for us and blow a nice milky load all over those fine tits of yours. Fuck, I'm gonna enjoy just sitting back and watching you lick those jugs clean. Those things real?" he asked Hank as he climbed into bed, taking position between the mare's legs.

“Yeah. We're thinking of upgrading her though…"

“Guess you'd have to. Normally you just fuck a foal into whores like this. With mares and cows nature's gonna do the work for you, pump those tits and asses right up…"

“Worked on my sister…" Hank said, making the croc snort.

“As for this cunt, you just want to suck some of the stuff from here…" he said, pinching the mare's love-handle “...and pump it up here." he finished, slapping the side of Azzie's right breast. Hank had taken her chain off, but had fitted her with rings big enough for a finger to hook through if someone wanted to give her a tug.

“Can't make a show horse out of a plow horse…" the bull remarked.

“You'd don't get as much sissy-pussy as I do. You'd be amazed what they can do with a snip and tuck…" the gator insisted, pushing two fingers casually into the bound mare. Azzie grunted before she bit it off, forcing herself to relax as the gator pushed his digits all the way in.

“Yeah, there it is…" the reptile rumbled, poking against the mare's prostate and making her cock spill out of her sheath. “Switch works, just gotta give it a few good flicks. We rolling?" The gator asked, and once he got a nod from Hank he pulled his fingers out and grabbed Azzie's legs.

The drafter was solidly built but the croc had serious muscle under those scales and didn't so much as grunt as he pushed the mare's ass up and rested her legs on his shoulders. Lube glistened on his length, and even though the bull overseeing the shoot swung a longer and maybe thicker dick, the knobbly shape of the reptilian cock was unlike anything Azzie had ever seen. With her calves resting against his chest, Azzie's ass was tilted up at the perfect angle, and once he was sure the camera had a good shot the reptile wasted no time pushing in. One scaly hand held his tip aimed at the mare's ring, while the other arm wrapped around one of her legs, in case she tried to squirm away.

Azzie couldn't help but groan as her body stretched around the intruder. In spite of being sodomized daily, she still couldn't just shrug off the feel of someone's cock invading her ass, especially when they were thick like the crocodile was. She could feel the rumble in his chest through the legs resting on it, and she could definitely feel his weirdly shaped cock throbbing inside her as he pushed all the way in. A nutsack covered in small, pebbly scales came to rest against the base of her tail as the mare caught her breath. The reptilian cock wasn't exactly cold, but it was a few degrees short of her own body temp and felt weird until her insides warmed it up.

“Got some meat on you slut… they usually have me fuck little sissy bitches, and I always have to be careful not to break them…" the gator said, just loud enough for Azzie to hear. “But a whore like you can take a pounding, and I'm gonna give it to you…" he said pulling a few inches out and jabbing himself back in.

Azzie was doing her best to relax her muscles down there, having learned that clenching only made things worse for her and apparently much better for the bastard with his cock stuck in her ass. The gator had a good stance and was pumping unto her with deep, fluid thrusts, the thick tail behind him going up and down in time to the movement of his hips. Her breasts bounced on her chest as pain receded into the disgusting sensation of humiliating fullness, punctuated by the weird ridges on the croc's erection slipping in and out of her lubed pucker.

The croc was staring at her tits but every now and again he'd focus on the black length resting against the mare's belly, an impressive cock now firm but not yet fully hard. Her nuts were jiggling as much as her chest, but she doubted the reptile could actually make her cum without at least gripping her. Or forcing her head down onto her own flare until she swallowed her own load like the bull had done a few days ago. She didn't see his hips shift, but the tip of his thick cock was jabbing at different places, until it went from rubbing that spot inside her to striking it every time he pushed in. She failed to stifle a gasp, and the rutting reptile above her didn't miss it. He growled and leered at her and his next thrust struck the same spot, and the next and the next…

Azzie closed her eyes and grit her teeth as she felt her cock throb almost in time to the one pumping her ass. The equine spire was no longer resting lazily across her belly, having grown hard enough to lift and slap against her body while the crock fucked her as furiously as he promised. He was hard muscle under scales that were even harder, and she felt like she was being fucked by a meat tenderizer as the reptile put as much force as he could into every jab. He grabbed her fetlocks and pushed her legs back, trying to bend the stocky mare as he gave the camera a good shot of his purple cock pumping her brown-furred ass.

The reptile rutted her like a machine, tireless and precise enough to keep jabbing the mare's nut until her black shaft was flaring, her heavy balls bouncing wildly as a cock pumped away just under them. When she felt a familiar tightening and those balls pressed up tight against her body, Azzie hardly believed it, but a second later her urethra jutted out and her flare began to spew hot cum all over her chest. Azzie usually came as hard as a stallion, and if there wasn't a pussy or muzzle to catch her load you could hear the ropes of equine spunk hit the tiles, or whatever she was aiming at. Now her flare wasn't shooting as much as spewing, looking almost like the cum was being forced out of her by the croc's thrusts. Either way she was almost breathless, fucked to orgasm as the camera caught her stallion-cock making a mess on her tits, the bronze-brown fur proving the perfect background for an obscene amount of milky equine cum.

The croc above her growled before hooking an arm under her knee and planting the other beside her as he leaned over, his cock still hard and hilted in her clenching ass. With one of the mare's legs over his shoulder and the other held to the side, the reptile was spreading her open even as he bent her nearly double, and when he started thrusting it was no longer the machine-precise strokes.

She'd thought he'd been fucking her hard before, but now the croc was pulling out all the stops, jabbing into her ass in short but brutal strokes. Her pained cried were almost lost on the sharp slaps of hard scales hitting wet fur, the muscular male looming over her as he pounded the living daylights out of the mare, no longer concerned about making her cum. Her orgasm had robbed Azzie of her stoic composure, and she flicked her ears back to try and block out the noises she was making, the kind of sounds she'd usually be coaxing out of some pretty little thing approaching her after a fight and blushing as she claimed she was her biggest fan.

Azzie could barely feel her pucker when the croc growled, his massive body tensing above and his hips grinding against her pummeled cheeks. She closed her eyes and looked away when she felt the now all too familiar sensation of someone cumming inside her, helpless to do anything but lie there and take it, hating the bastard seeding her with every rope he sprayed up her ass. After he was done the croc sat up, splaying the mare's legs as he slowly pulled his softening cock out while the camera zoomed in. Azzie couldn't help but groan when the tip slipped out and her body rid itself of the mess the reptile had pumped under her tail. She was still panting when the scaly hand gripped her mane and pulled her head down while the other pushed a heavy equine tit up her chest. Knowing what was expected of her, Azzie stuck her tongue up and began to lick her own mess off her tits while the croc's leaked from her gaped pucker.

*******

“Hhhoooohhhhgawd! Hhhyaaaaahh… hhhyaaaahhhnnnnn-mpfh!" the squirrel whimpered, biting off a high-pitched scream with her buck teeth as she let her hips fall and ground herself against the mare bound under her.

“You ready to tag out Ellen?" asked a saluki bitch, leaning back on the sofa and lazily pumping three fingers in and out of her wet slit as the remaining two girls giggled at the sight of the red squirrel coming down from whatever planet riding a horsecock to orgasm had sent her to.

“Jusshhhh… li'l longer…" the little rodent slurred out, stroking her trim tummy and the monster buried in it.

“Any of you girls wanna try for third?" asked the antelope paying for their fun.

“Tempting, but your wedding's tomorrow and I don't want to go around walking bowlegged…" replied a white-tail doe whose firm round tits had looked magnificent on the two separate rounds she'd spent bouncing on the spread-eagled mare's lap.

Four beautiful young women – a bride and her three bridesmaids. They'd each taken two turns with the antelope obviously gearing up for her third and Azzie's ninth ride. The draft mare had a bit of a hair trigger on her cannon but like any boxer worth her gloves she could get back up before the count was up. Nine shots in one evening would have been a tall order but not impossible for the equine heavyweight.

But these four bitches had thought of a sadistic plan that almost had Azzie wishing she was tied up face down and ass up with random bastards taking turns up her ass. The four girls had come their brains out several times, but the stainless steel ring clamped tight around the thick base of the mare's cock had kept her from getting any release. They'd tied each wrist and ankle to one of the bedposts, loped a chain through the rings in her nipples and put that god-damned bit into her mouth so that these spoiled cunts could have their horise rides. And the ED pills forced down her throat before the fun started ensured that the girls would get their money's worth.

So while the squirrel waited for sensation to return to her legs the other three fingered their slits lazily as they admired the powerful body laid out for them to play with. After hours spent acting like the foursome's living dildo, the mare was desperate for release. Nobody had ever, ever had the balls to blue-ball her and the mare was desperate to drain her nuts into one of these slinky little cunts. She tensed up and tugged at her bonds again, knowing that if she could get free she'd be able to fuck one of the giggling girls stupid before anyone managed to drag her off them.

“Ooooh, horsey's angry!" The squirrel chirred as she began to rise, her pussy looking obscene as it clung to the painfully hard length of stallion-flesh sliding out of her.

“Awwww, did Myrah get you all riled up, pony? Guess the squirrel really wanted your nut, but she's not getting any today. The bride's the one who gets to wear white…" the antelope crooned, helping her bushy-tailed friend off the cock that still looked like it was too big for her even after the horny little rodent had taken it twice.

“Wow, just look at these…" she sighed, running a soft hand along the swollen pouch glistening under the juices of the four horny females. “Do they actually hurt? Snort once for yes, twice for no…" the antelope said, giggling along with her bridesmaids as the bound mare snorted like a feral bronco.

“You gonna take one last ride, Stella?" asked the saluki bitch.

“Mmm-hmm. Shame to let this go to waste. On the other hand, it would just be so wicked to ride this monster again and not let the pony pop…" the doe giggled, using both hands to heft the draft mare's swollen sack. “Make me cum, stud. Make me cum, and I'll let you cum…" the doe said, throwing one long, slender leg over the bound horse as she prepared to mount.

She giggled as Azzie bucked her hips of reflex as she held the shaft against her dripping pussy, a hole that the mare knew would be deliciously snug even after the two rides the antelope had taken. She felt like her balls were going to burst and the cock the bride to be was playing with was so hard it hurt. She forced herself to be calm as the doe raised her hips and aimed the flare, opening her dripping flower with one dainty hand while the other one guided Azzie in.

The doe bleated and Azzie snorted when the antelope drove her hips down, her pussy hugging the mare's cock tight as it took it up to the medial ring in one go. Every muscle in the bound mare's powerful body tensed up, enough to make the girls gasp as they realized what kind of powerhouse they were fucking around with. If Azzie hadn't been tied up, four against one wouldn't have even been a fight. She would have fucked each spoiled cunt into a coma, doing such a good job that years later each one of the girls would have bit her lip and clenched her thighs closed at the sound of hooves. The best she could do now was to lift her feet a few inches off the bed, something the giggling sluts found entertaining rather than impressive.

“Oooh, she's bucking! Better gran the reins, Stella…" insisted the deer girl, and the bride didn't need any more prompting to grab hold of the chain stretched across the mare's chest, pulling on it to lift the heavy breasts of the bound equine.

“Fuck, I can't believe how big her tits are! Probably why she has that big muscular back – she needs it just to carry these udders around!" the doe giggled, with her friends joining in.

Azzie figured the antelope was envious. The pair she was sporting was smaller, but it was the kind of pair Azzie liked – full but firm, with puffy nipples pointing up and just begging to have a big equine mouth sucking on them. The mere sight of the doe was driving the mare mad, the lithe, slinky body with toned limbs that would have wrapped around her while she fucked the girl silly, and a tiny waist she could practically closed her hands around if they weren't bound to the bedposts. This piece of ass should have been a whimpering mess, alternating between begging the drafter for more or for mercy while she pounded her into the mattress.

Instead it was the antelope calling the shots, swinging her hips from side to side as she lazily rode the struggling mare. Even the sensation of her tits being pulled up by that chain couldn't distract her from the desperate need to cum, her sanity threatening to slip away with every plunge of her cock into the slick cervine sex.

“Mhhhhh, good horsey…" the doe crooned, every word as thick and sweet as honey as she traced her fingers along the smooth pink labia splayed obscenely around Azzie's black cock. She brought her dripping digits to the mare's face, smearing it across her nostrils and lighting along with her friends as they flared to take in the scent.

It should have been unnecessary. The room already reeked of four fell-fucked pussies and the sweat covering the mare's rigid body. The antelope was riding her now, her nubile body working in a perfectly sinuous rhythm as her lips polished the mare's cock. The nipples on her perky chest truck out, perfect, pink and far out of the bound mare's reach. Behind her, the tail on top of that perfect ass would be flagged and twitching as the doe worked towards her third orgasm while denying Azzie her first. The mare's barrel chest swelled with each ragged breath, random tremors running along the tense muscles of her powerful body as the four girls feasted their eyes on her, showing clear arousal but not a bit of compassion.

“Mmmhhhh, wish I could take you home, pony. But I just know Sammy would be jealous, even if he could fuck that big bubbly ass of yours. Bet you wouldn't mind though. Not if meant that you got to sink your cock into my sweet, snug little pussy, hmm?" she asked, and Azzie was glad she had this fucking bit in her mouth, because she would have agreed to anything just to be able to finally cum.

Up and down the doe went, her eyes hiding behind long lashes as her pretty tits began to rise and fall with each heavy breath. After two rides she could fit all of Azzie inside her and was sliding far enough down the mare's cock for her fluffy cheeks to brush against Azzie's swollen sack. Even the noises the sadistic cunt was making were perfect, gaspy moans rising higher and higher in pitch until with one bleat-like cry she slammed her hips down and started milking the groaning mare's erection. Azzie was sure she would pass out, drool running along the sides of her muzzle as the mar fought for breath.

“F-fuck… good h-horsie. Time for the bride to wear white…" she said, her toned legs wobbling visibly as she rose, letting the mare's cock slip out with a pop as her friends took position around the bed. “Dora, you ready with the camera?"

“I'm filming…" the white-tail doe said as her friend pressed the glistening length of stallion meat against her snow-shite tummy.

Azzie actually began to hyperventilate as the doe's trembling fingers reached down, fiddling briefly with the little claps holding the stainless steel ring closed around the thick base of the drafter's cock. She snorted when the clasp flew open, saw the doe's ears flick in excitement as she rubbed the black erection against her, the flare trumpeting up almost like a mushroom cloud and then exploding like one.

Azzie heard herself scream into the bit, like she hadn't screamed the first time Hank slid his bovine cock under her tail and fucked her raw, or the first time a feral donkey had one the same. Her girthy cock swelled up with every surge of cum traveling up it, the veins along it as plain as the ones along her bulging muscles as her jutting tip spewed. Four pairs of eyes went wide, which was unfortunate for the doe since she was too stunned by the geyser of equine cum to aim the thing. Heavy ribbons of pearly stallion-spunk landed all over that perfect chest, her neck, face and even reaching her horns as Azzie's swollen sack churned up a seemingly never-ending torrent of equine seed.

By the time she was spent blood was pounding in Azzie's ears, almost loud enough to drown out the cheers and whoops of the doe's friends as they helped her off the spent 'pony'. She hear them remark how Stella got both a dress and a veil from their horsie, with the whitetail assuring her she got the perfect shot of the whole thing while the saluki insisted she had eye-drops in her purse. The four filed out of the room, leaving the panting mare naked, with sweat cooling on her twitching body and her spent cock drooling the last few drops of spunk on her chest.

*******

The girl under Azzie looked legal, which the mare took as a small mercy. She'd spent a month in this hell-hole and doubted that there were any lines her captors wouldn't cross, and drag her over. Nor was the girl under her a virgin, although the paint mare was tight enough to wince as the drafter sank her black shaft between her legs. She was trying to go slow, but a hard smack of a crop against her ass made the mare buck and thrust almost all the way into the girl under her. The girl didn't want to be here, and didn't want Azzie inside her, but that didn't matter to the jackal standing behind the drafter.

She was one of the club's clientele, a paying customer but she wasn't here to take a ride on the establishment's newest 'stallion'. She'd brought this girl in, the young mare whimpering and blinking away tears as Azzie's thick cock spread her open. A pretty thing with fur that looked like milk spilled over caramel, but with a scared look to her that made it clear that being here was the jackal's idea.

The perverted bitch was walking around them, the tap-tap of her stilettos making the girl wince as Azzie slowly sank the rest of her cock in. Her eyes were following the bitch and her crop, the same one she'd used on the girl's slit before she'd helped force the tip of Azzie's cock into it. When the sound of heels on concrete stopped Azzie could hear both the other mare's whimpers and the labored breathing and wet noises of the bitch fingering herself as she watched.

The girl felt good around her - tight, hot and wet even though it was obvious from the look on her face that she didn't want to be here, didn't want Azzie fucking her. The drafter wished it was painful for her too, but as disgusted as she was with what she was doing her body was reacting in a predictable way.

“Fuck her… come on you beast, breed my filly!" the jackal husked, and when Azzie failed to rut the young mare right then and there the crop came down hard on her ass. The mare grunted, which didn't seem to satisfy the sadistic bitch strutting around in a wine stain-red corset. “Thick skin, hmm? Well I know someone who's soft. Go on filly, tell your stud what you want…" she said, grabbing one of the girl's nipples and twisting the pink nub until the mare cried out in pain.

“Ahhhh! P-please…" the girl whimpered, clenching around the thick length buried between her legs.

“Please what?" the jackal asked, pulling on the mare's perky young tit.

“P-please… f-fuck me…" the mare whimpered, and reluctantly Azzie began to move, sliding the now glistening black length in and out of the girl's straining sex.

“There's a good filly…" the bitch said, trailing her hand down the girl's chest, resting it on the mare's flat tummy. “Mmmhhh, she's in there deep, isn't she? I promised you a real stud, didn't I dear? And doesn't she have a lovely pair of tits too?" the bitch said, flicking one of Azzie's pierced nipples as they swung back and forth while the mare sawed her cock in and out of the willowy mare under her. “Maybe I should get your pierced too? What do you think?" the sadistic bitch asked.

“Miss-Aaaahhh!-please d-don't… don't…" the mare whimpered but the jackal put a finger to her lips and gently shushed her.

“That's enough talking I think. You can whinny if you like. That's the noise little fillies make when they're under a stallion. A stud…" the bitch crooned, pushing the finger that had obviously been in her slit into the girl's mouth. The mare suckled on it obediently, whimpering around the digit as Azzie worked her cock in and out of her snug sex.

“You heard her. She even used the magic word! Now fuck her, fucker her raw you beast!" she said, smacking the crop across Azzie's back. The mare bit back a cry of pain and managed not to glare at the old bitch. She could break the jackal in two, but Hank had brought her in and the huge bull was lingering in the corner, ready to step in if Azzie got out of line.

“Maybe I've read you wrong? Maybe you like crop, like the smack of leather on that tough hide of yours?" she said, running it along the mare's back, across her pucker and under her sack. “How about this - if you don't fuck her like the animal that you are, I'll have you pulled off her, whip the slut bloody and then push your cock back into her slutty little cunt!" the bitch said, her voice quivering and making it clear she was not only serious but excited about the prospect.

Azzie had no idea how the girl had ended up in this situation, but she didn't want to cause more pain than she already was. Bracing her arms against the mattress the drafter pulled out half-way before driving her cock in with a sharp strong thrust. The girl cried out and Azzie folded her ears to try and muffle the noise as she did it again and again until she was fucking the girl the way she would if she'd been some eager little thing that batted her eyes and raise her tail for her.

The girl's whimpers seemed to please the bitch who went back to pumping her paw between her legs, eyes fixed on the sight of Azzie's bronze-furred bulk covering the smaller mare. The draft mare tried not to look at the girl's face and the fear written clear as day on it. The noises she was making carried hints of pain, but also something else, something she tried to focus on. Her movements became more fluid, less inhibited the more she pretended that she wasn't raping the girl under her, even though she herself didn't have a choice.

Azzie figured the girl was better off being hurt a little by her than being hurt by the sadistic bitch who brought her to this fucking place, laid her down and actually pushed the drafter's cock into the skittish mare. She hooked an arm under one of the girl's knees, opening her up a little more as she drove her hips down. The jackal was almost humping into her hand as she watched as Azzie fucked the girl hard enough to please the twisted bitch. The drafter could feel her sack slapping against the girl's pucker every time she drove in, her medial ring catching against the whimpering mare's splayed folds every time it pushed in or got tugged out.

The girl's noises changed as the humping continued, going higher and turning breathy as the mare's climax approached. Azzie didn't slow her pace even when the snug young pussy she was pumping clamped down on her, snorting as the mare's sex milked her shaft while she shuddered and whimpered her way through an orgasm. The draft mare's nostrils flared as she breathed in the sweet scent of the girl who'd squirted hard enough to soak the heavyweight's crotch.

“I told you you'd love it, you little slut. All that crying and begging and now look at you - writhing while this glorious beast breeds you. And the best part's yet to come…"

“P-please n-nhaaAahh!-no! Not… she… she can ha-Aahhh!-ave my ass! Please! She can… she can fuck m-my ass… I'll be good, just please not… don't let her…" the girl stammered in a panic. Azzie didn't slow down and couldn't understand why the girl was begging to be sodomized when she was barely taking the drafter's cock in her pussy.

“You aren't backing out now you little cunt! Be a good girl for me or I'll have your family out on the street by tomorrow morning. Or maybe I should show them what their little girl has been up to? The video of you at that glory hole? Your momma's got a bad heart, doesn't she? You want her on your conscience?" the bitch almost growled, bringing the whimpering filly under Azzie to tears.

“Please… I… I don't want to b-be…"

“I don't care what you want. You're my mare and I brought you to a stud for a reason. Did you see her sack? You're going to lie there and take every drop, you little slut!" the jackal said, pressing her hand against the crying girl's belly and the equine flare slowly swelling in it.

Azzie's stomach twisted as she realized why the girl was panicking. She wasn't on birth control and this demented bitch had brought her here to have her bred like she was an animal. By now the drafter knew that she couldn't say no, whatever was asked of her or done to her. The lesson had been driven home by pain and humiliation, but the mare still found her hips slowing as she tried to think of a way to avoid sealing the girl's fate. Not an easy thing since the snug slickness of her sex had the drafter on the edge and too close to the point of no return.

“Don't worry about her, my stud… Fuck her, fuck your little filly…" the bitch crooned, reaching out to cup Azzie's sack with her paw. “So full… they don't let you do this often do you?" the jackal said, reaching for the desk and grabbing something Azzie didn't see. She popped the cap and pushed the little bottle under the big mare's nose, the chemical scent hitting the drafter before she could tell what it was. It rushed through her nostrils and into her brain, making the mare groan and take another deep drag before she could even consider what she was doing.

“Good horse. Come on, my stallion - fuck her, breed your little filly…" the jackal crooned, stroking a sack that was pulling up as the mare's hips started bucking again, driven by an instinctive need now that the drug had washed away her restraint. After another hit Azzie was getting dizzy and the bitch put the bottle away. The mare under her was crying, her sobs broken by the tip of a heavy equine cock slamming against her cervix. Her expression and her sobs would haunt Azzie later, but in that moment the mare was riding a wave of drug-induced euphoria and a few thrusts later she was raising her head and groaning as her shaft twitched, the flare sealing the young mare's sex off and ensuring that her load was being pumped into her womb, rope by sticky rope.

Her blood was pounding in her ears so loudly that she couldn't hear the mare's sobs, or the bark-like cries of the jackal cumming into her paw as she watched her mare get bred. The twisted bitch was panting as hard as the two equines when Azzie was finally pulled off the broken filly and led away from the girl curling up on the mattress with cum leaking from her freshly bred slit.

*******

“Okay, I think that's enough. Sorry honey but I don't think you've got what we're looking for…" said the rabbit doe, sounding more bored than sorry. Cass doubted she was over thirty-five, but the whore-turned-madam looked and sounded jaded beyond her years.

“Uhhhh, look, I really need something, okay? Like, if not the main stage I'd be fine with working… y'know - private rooms, or whatever…" Cass said in her best barely-legal bimbo voice.

“Trouble at home?" the rabbit asked, trying not to sound interested. Cass knew for a fact that it would be what they were looking for, and she had her story ready. She definitely looked the part.

The panthress always knew she looked younger than she was, and with the right clothes and attitude she knew she could pass for some barely legal tramp. She'd certainly met enough rookie working girls to be able to play the part. Part of it was the attitude and her voice, enhanced by the outfit consisting of very tight denim cut-offs and a crop top hanging off one shoulder, thin enough to make it clear she didn't have a bra underneath.

“Wouldn't know, I got kicked out. Mom caught me with her boyfriend's cock in my muzzle and went on a rant about how I was, like, stealing him or some shit. Just 'cause she couldn't keep the perv off me…"

“You know, we are always looking for… talent. But there's more to the job than just bouncing around with your tits out…"

“Yeah, I figured. Look, I'm totally DTF. I've been trading tail for grades all senior year, a fat lot of good that did me. Getting paid to fuck sounds pretty good from where I'm standing…" she said, standing in a strip club that was probably jam-packed every evening. But this was a serious club and as such had no day-time entertainment whatsoever, so it was just her and the jaded rabbit sitting at one of the tables. This was also a place that had more to offer to those that could afford the asking price and who could be trusted to keep things quiet. It had been Cassandra's first choice, but you had to be a regular for months, as well as a big spender, to even be considered for the 'VIP' section.

“You know, a lot of the material we make here is kind of… niche." the rabbit said, and Cass tried to keep her face blank and pretty as memories of their 'niche' material surfaced in her mind.

“Like, kinky? I'm fine with that. Better 'niche' than getting railed in some alley, right?"

“All right then, let me get a good look at you…" the rabbit said, and Cass striped with the casual ease of a sluty teen, hiding her revulsion at the way the aging whore was sizing her up.

“All right, do a spin. Now touch your toes and spread… not bad. Slinky but with a decent set of tits…" the bunny said, reaching for her phone. “Leah honey, it's me. Yeah, got someone new and I want to set up an audition, do we have any of our studs on the premises? Yeah, I know it's early, could you check? Ewww, not him! He's crew, not talent, and with good reason! I want to see if this girl can take a cock, not a pencil, I need something better than a skeevy rat who can't even… ohh, her? Yeah, if she can take that she can handle anything we throw at her. Okay, how soon can you… room two? Okay, I'll get our applicant ready…" she said, hanging up and rising from her chair. “Hope you like horses, girl. Now sit that ass down on this table and spread 'em. I'm going to have to help you stretch before you go for your ride…"

*******

Four fucking fingers! The lop-eared whore had stopped just short of jamming her fist between Cass thighs, and the panthress acting talents had been as stretched as her pussy as she tried to play the part of a little nypmho who didn't mind having four nicotine-stained fingers poking around her pussy like an amateur gynecologist. She was clutching what little clothes she'd worn in one hand and trying to look natural as she walked on these god-damned heels she'd picked. She was sure that it was only her feline ability to balance that saved her from twisting her fucking ankle as she made her way down a lot of stairs. They were at least one level underground now. Deep enough that no one could hear the screams.

“Holy… fuck! What's that?" she asked in a shocked bimbo voice. The shock was feigned since she hoped it would explain why her eyes went wide at the figure hand-cuffed to the bed. And a look of shock would be more appropriate than instant recognition. She also made sure to sound nothing like she normally did, to help give Azzie a hint that she was playing a part. Azzie didn't do quite a good job of hiding her shock at seeing her sister, but luckily the bunny behind her looked like she just wanted to get this over it and the rat she must have been referring to was practically drooling at the sight of her. She recognized him as well – the skeevy little cunt who they called in to whip and paddle her sister…

“That's your stud, girlie. Don't let the tits fool you, she's a stallion where it counts…" said the rat, and Cass stomach nearly turned at the way his tail was twisting behind him.

“You got everything set up? Camera, audio?" the jaded rabbit behind Cass asked, annoyed to be overlooked by the leering rodent.

“Ready to roll."

“Good. We're probably not gonna sell this, but try not to fuck it up anyway. We need a decent shot of the action to see how this one looks on screen, so try to keep the camera steady while you're beating off."

“You're not staying?"

“I'm the stage manager, I've got my work waiting for me upstairs."

“Yeah, tits don't bounce and asses don't jiggle unless your there to supervise them, huh?"

“Eat a cock, rat…" the bunny spat before leaving the room.

“Yeah, yeah, ratted on your momma…" the rodent mumbled once he was sure his colleague was out of earshot.

Cassandra pretended to be nervously glancing around at the lighting and recording equipment, while taking in her surroundings. The room was soundproof, which meant that they could make as much noise as they wanted overpowering the rat. She'd heard the door lock behind the rabbit, but there was a button next to it, so it was probably just to keep people from walking in while the cameras were rolling. The cuffs on Azzie's wrists were the real deal, not some crap from an adult bookstore, but odds were good this rat-fuck had the keys. Even if he didn't, Cass could pick the lock easy enough, once he was out of the picture.

The trick would be taking him out quickly. No one would hear the rat-faced cunt scream, but there was bound to be some kind of panic button in here that could summon actual muscle. There was also that taser at his belt to consider. Cass was confident she could drop the little creep, but not if those electrodes connected with her body. But the saggy lapine cunt that had tried to use the panthress like a hand-puppet implied this guy was going to jack off while filming them. That was her best bet. Rat's weren't good in a fight but they were quick and sneaky, so she wanted to catch this one with his pants literally down. And the only way to do that, would be to play along a little longer.

“So, whaddaya want me to do?" she asked, cocking a hip and trying to sound like a slutty airhead about to embark on her career.

“Didn't think you're the kind of girl who needs direction. Real easy, sugar-tits: get the horsie hard and climb up. I'm gonna make sure we get a nice shot of that fucker spreading you open, and you just ride your pony until she pops. Fuck, that creampie is gonna look great on your black fur." the rat said, already rubbing a bulge in his stained jeans.

“Got it…" she said, climbing into bed and trying to look at Azzie like she was a total stranger.

Well, this was going to get seriously fucking awkward before it gets any better… she thought to herself, biting her lip as she reached out and laid a hand on her sister's sheath. She was sure her revulsion at this act would pass for a cat girl scared shitless over the prospect of taking a stud Azzie's size. Her sister was keeping her mouth shut and her face fairly blank, obviously hoping Cass had a plan. The panthress was way out of her element here, because not only did it feel sick to grope her sister's sheath, but she also had no experience with anything like what the draft mare was packing.

Luckily biology came to their aid, and the black length of stallion flesh began to emerge like a lazy snake. Soon enough Cassandra had to use two hands, and once Azzie was hard she knew it was time to move this disgusting act along. She couldn't look suspicious – a young slut like the one she was pretending to be could be nervous about taking something like Azzie's cock, but not actually reluctant. The panthress threw a leg over the prone mare and tried not to look her sister in the eye as she reached out of her tip with one hand while using the other one to spread herself open.

She tried to ignore Azzie's groan as the flare met her sex, a set of feline folds that was having trouble opening up even after the fingering that jaded slut gave her. She arched her back and tried to keep Azzie's tip in place as she moved her ass backward. She could see the equine length bend a little before something in her gave way and the blunt tip slipped into her. She couldn't stifle a hiss as Azzie's hammer spread her open like nothing ever had, her black tail actually puffing up as her labia strained to wrap around the invading flesh.

She looked behind her, pretending she was looking in shock and awe at the stallion-cock now embedded in her cunny, but what she'd really wanted was a glance at that fucking rat. He was behind the camera, but the rabbit had him pegged right – the creep was not only jacking off already, but he'd actually dropped his pants to do it. While it sickened her that someone was not only watching this and very obviously getting off on it, she was happy to see the rat was this fucking stupid. By not just fishing his pencil-dick out of his fly, he'd basically hobbled himself and also put that taser out of reach. A part of her was tempted to move right then and there, but she knew she only had one shot at this, and she'd need every edge she could get.

She just had to make this look good, and the creep wouldn't last long. The moment he started cumming, Cass was going to be ready and the buck-toothed cunt wouldn't know what hit him. She did her best to get on with the show, pushing down along Azzie's cock and stifling herself before she realized she was better of being more vocal.

“Unnnghhh! It… it's too big…" she whimpered, trying to sound like she was in more pain than she actually was. The little shit-nugget behind her was beating his meat furiously, turned on by the idea that the slutty kitty was in pain.

“Hurts good, don't it girl? Take your time, but the cock. Show me that you want it, kitty…"

Cass bit her lip, not to stifle a whimper but a response on the subject of taking cocks and the suitability of rat-asses to do the job. The tip proved to be the hard part, figuratively speaking, and the rest was just a matter of easing Azzie's rod into her quivering tunnel. Cass almost wished it hurt more, but after a long dry spell the only porn she'd watched was the one her sister was forced to star in and she hadn't exactly been in the mood to touch herself to that. In spite of her revulsion, the body of a sex-kitten in her prime was responding to the thick veiny shaft pushing in, her sex wrapping tight enough around the stallion-flesh to feel Azzie's heartbeat pushing further into her belly.

She hadn't even reached the medial ring when she felt the flare run into a dead-end, deeper than any male had ever reached inside her, to say nothing of the girth. She took a few moments just to catch her breath, since her sister was doing the same. Cass was on all fours above the mare with her tits near enough Azzie's face for every equine huff to blast hot air against her chest. She could feel her nipples get hard, the little nubs that were sensitive enough to respond even to the puffs of air being blown out of those big equine nostrils.

It was enough to make her wet, which in turn made the next part easier, at least physically. Cass forced herself to make slutty, whimpery noises as she slid back and forth, her pussy polishing her sister' cock as the rat-fuck she'd watched whip her stroked himself off to the sight. She sniveled her ears to catch it, the wet pumping noises and the creepy wheezing sounds the rodent was making. It wouldn't be much longer, and Cass forced herself to focus on the little cunt behind her, and not what was in her little cunt.

It took another minute of polishing Azzie's cock and making slutty yet pained moans before she finally heard grunts behind her. Even Azzie was stunned by the way she whipped into action, spinning around and leaping off the draft mare's erection as she lunged for the rat messing his fist. People generally make ridiculous faces when they cum, and seeing a naked panthress snarl as she leaped at him did little to improve the look on the buck-toothed rodent's mug.

He went down with Cass on top of him, the panthress pressing her forearm against his windpipe as she fumbled for his taser. Once she had it she stood clear of the creep and gave him as much juice as the thing had. The thing was meant to put Azzie down, and once she was done the bastard couldn't get his eyes to focus, let alone move. Another few seconds of turning out his pockets and she had the keys to Azzie's cuffs.

“Cass! You…"

“My car's parked outside. They've got one heavy on the entrance, so if we're fast that's the only one we have to worry about." Cass said as she uncuffed her sister, trying to ignore the way her pussy still gaped after having her cock spreading her open.

Once Azzie was free Cass grabbed her clothes and started pulling the pants up her legs when she saw the mare leap at the rat still twitching on the floor. Cass wasn't a fan of beating people when they're down, or even ratty cunts like this one, but since she sure as hell couldn't pull Azzie off him she settled for getting her ridiculous outfit on while trying to ignore the sounds of bones yielding to bare-knuckled fists. By the time she was decent Azzie seemed to be done, and Cass tried to ignore both the cock still swinging between the draft mare's legs and the blood on her hands. And the fact that there wasn't anything in here that would fit the mare.

Fuck, we're gonna have to knock a guard out and steal his clothes. Of all the fucking clichés…