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Brann wrinkled his nose and grimaced, his shiny whiskers stiffening as they joined in on the universal expression of disgust, reflecting the nearby light from the blazing campfire. During his many years as a mercenary, the otter had seen and done a lot of things, some – if not most – of them less than decent. This was one of the few, rare occasions that the grizzled lutrine actually felt a reasonable degree of disgust for what he was about to do. Part of it was most certainly due to embarrassment, and even his slight intoxication did not help the sense of disdain he felt from even contemplating what was to occur. Had he known he would have to do something so degrading, he would have taken a large swig of vodka when his comrades were passing the flask around earlier.

“What are you waiting for? You promised to give me and the boys a show, didn't you?"

A raspy voice taunted him from a distance. From the corner of his eye, Brann could see the silhouettes of five characters close to the campfire

“What are ya looking at me like that for, Slicktail? You knew the terms of our wager when you dealt the cards. Get to it!"

Brann grimaced and turned his face forward, staring at the unflattering view of a chestnut horse rump in front of it. He couldn't help feeling a degree of regret as he reluctantly grabbed a hold of the dark tail hanging limp in between the firm equine buttocks and raised it up, brushing the onyx hairs to the side with his wrist. He was now staring at the horse's big, wrinkled tailhole, which stared back at him, somehow displaying more enthusiasm than the otter despite not having a face. The dark ring of equine muscle twitched inconspicuously as it got exposed. A perceptible odor of stallion sweat and hay wafted into Brann's nostrils.

The horse snorted lazily, uninterested in whatever Brann was doing to it. The animal was used to getting handled by its owner, but perhaps not in the way that it was about to. Anvarian purebreds were known for their mellow, friendly nature, and Brann didn't particularly fear that his trusty stallion – named Rushak – would become nervous or agitated. And still, it didn't make what he was about to do any more pleasant. Perhaps the only thing that the otter mercenary could take solace in was the fact that he was quite diligent about cleaning his steed so he knew Rushak wasn't as dirty as some of the other stallions loitering about.

“If you wanna back out, you can choose between sucking my dick or paying thirty big ones!" The same voice taunted the otter again.

Brann scoffed internally. There was no way he would pay thirty gold coins to someone like Xartas, much less even entertain the thought of pleasuring a male of his intelligence and charisma sexually. He would much rather get his fur tanned with a whip… Or make out with his own mount's backside. In that regard, the choice was easy.

Taking a deep breath, Brann carefully nudged his muzzle onto the brown horse's leathery taint, hovering his lips just an inch away from the thick stallion donut beneath his mount's tail. The otter's strong sense of dignity caused him to hesitate for a few seconds, but eventually, he caved to the curious, expectant gazes of his five-headed audience. The lutrine mercenary reluctantly pressed his lips against Rushak's equine tailhole. Some among his audience whistled at him encouragingly or tauntingly, depending on the interpretation.

“Come on! Don't just peck at it! Give it a real kiss! A proper smooch!" Xartas' hoarse voice cackled from the distance, sounding even more annoying to Brann's ears than usual.

The frowning otter began gently moving his head, reluctantly kneading his lips onto the squishy equine sphincter of his chestnut steed. Brann had no intention of doing anything above the bare minimum regarding his wager forfeit and he tried focusing on selling his performance to the other mercenaries rather than actually performing. He only had to endure having his lips stuck to the animal's tailhole for a minute and then he would be in his full rights to smack the rodent responsible for this humiliation across the muzzle. He made sure to make minimal contact with the equine sphincter as he moved his head, pretending to kiss his horse's hole much more passionately than he did.

Rushak snorted lazily, seeming indifferent to whatever his anthro owner was doing by his rump. The horse was much more interested in the grass growing near the young birch it was tethered to.

Brann was pleasantly surprised regarding the taste of his horse's rear end, which inadvertently snuck into his mouth whether he wanted it or not given the intimate embrace of his lips and Rushak's rectal orifice. Most of what he tasted on his tongue was stallion sweat; a flavor that was rather bearable despite its inherent pungency and the surface through which it entered Brann's mouth. There were subtle traces of dirt, grass, and marsh labrador tea on the stallion anus as well. But all in all, Rushak's rump was surprisingly clean. Lucky for Brann, the group of mercenaries had had to cross a relatively deep creek slightly before nightfall, so Rushak and all the other horses had gotten themselves about as good a bath as they could out in the wilderness.

“This fucker is kissing like a blind eunuch! Let us see some tongue or this won't count as your forfeit!"

Irritated by the rodent's voice, Brann leaned closer to the hefty stallion ass and gave the anticipating horse hole a gentle lick with his tongue, shuddering reflexively despite knowing the taste not to be as terrible as it could have been. Rushak whinnied confusedly as the brawny male otter began reluctantly lapping away at his feral tailhole. Other than that, the stallion did not seem to mind.

As much as he had detested the idea of rimming a feral horse just a minute ago, Brann was once again taken aback by how innocuous the sensation of it was once he got into it. Although tasting and smelling a bit stuffy and sweaty, the dark stallion crater was quite springy and felt surprisingly pleasant to the touch, not to mention warm. Had Brann been drunk enough, he could have probably mistaken his horse's tailhole for a pair of lips; ones he would have happily made out with. Perhaps his punishment wasn't as unpleasant as he had made it out to be.

Rushak snorted and tossed his head, glancing towards his rump where the otter was going to town on his tailhole.

“Ten more seconds Slicktail! Reaaallly get in there! Give him the kind of smooch you would give a virgin maiden on your wedding night. I'll make you do it again if I deem your effort lacking."

Having already lost enough dignity, and fueled by his growing hatred for Xartas, Brann went all out on his mount for the final sixth of his punishment. Grasping onto the wide stallion rump with both hands, he began fully feasting on the squishy equine hole. The fleshy orifice twitched as he shoved his tongue inside it, getting a good taste of the sweaty insides of his mount's tail tunnel. Whilst he was busy wiggling his taster in the ample grip of the stallion sphincter, he also sucked on the outside of Rushak's entrance whilst enveloping dark stallion donut with his lips.

The stallion whinnied and slapped his tail on top of Brann's head as he got his ass eaten, exhibiting signs of surprise but nothing else aside from it. A rowdier steed might have taken offense and kicked the otter away, but luckily the stallion's Anvarian inheritance kept him from growing agitated.

The otter mercenary counted the seconds in his head, eventually breaking the sloppy union between his lips and the horse anus once he hit ten. He turned his muzzle away, took a deep breath, and spat even if only to give the impression that he hadn't found the taste of stallion ass bearable.

Rushak snorted and looked at him as he rose to his feet, the stallion's big equine eyes glowing in the dark as they reflected the light from the campfire. Brann gave his mount a firm pat on his rump for his cooperation in this unfortunate matter.

“Good boy…" He muttered, before stomping away from the bound horses and towards the other mercenaries. His eyes were locked on a particular, scar-faced rat who was smirking at him in his usual, insufferable way.

“What's with the death stare? A bet's a bet! And I applaud ye from holding yer side of it." The ugly rodent yapped. “It looked like you were getting into it towards the end. You could have smooched your stud for longer if you wanted to."

“Shut up you miserable cockwart!" Brann hissed, shoving the smaller anthro to the side as he stepped into the light of buoyantly blazing birch logs. “Karul! Give me the bottle!"

The tall, broad-shouldered stag seated on a hefty tree stump promptly tossed a half-empty glass bottle toward the otter, who elegantly caught it in his paw. The stinging scent of vodka made Brann wrinkle his nose ever so slightly as he opened the cork. Without wasting any time, he took a swig, swirled it in his mouth, and spat it out. He then took another, much bigger swig, shuddering and grimacing as the strong alcohol burned his throat upon swallowing.

“Hey hey! Don't waste the hooch!" Hissed the saber-toothed feline next to the stag, his yellow eyes already glassy due to adequate inebriation.

“Didn't you pilfer a whole casket of these from that merchant we passed this morning?" Brann hissed back, taking a third swig before tossing the bottle onto the feline he was addressing.

“So what if I did? You still shouldn't waste good alcohol when we finally have some."

“Our otter prince thinks he's too good to kiss a noble horse beneath its tail." Xartas chuckled, seating himself on the ground next to the big stag. “The poor fucker thinks he's some sort of valiant knight and not a dirty stinking mercenary like the rest of us."

“Choke on a spear shaft! It's called having dignity! I'd advise you to try some but you are obviously far too degenerate to grasp what it even is!"

The gray rat shielded his smirking face with his paw as the otter kicked a few loose pebbles and some dirt toward him.

“Take it easy Brann!" Rumbled Karul, who caught some pebbles on his right shin next to the rodent. “You agreed to the bet! You lost, and now you have paid your forfeit. It's done. Let's just leave it at that."

Brann seated himself on a fallen tree trunk with a huff, frowning and staring malevolently at Xartas across the campfire.

“That said… I do agree with Xartas to an extent. You are taking this way too personally." The burly deer continued once the otter had sat down.

“You are more than welcome to go and eat out your own mount if you feel that way."

“All I'm saying is that there are worse things I've put my mouth on than a stallion's tailhole in this profession. And I'm sure most of you agree."

“Yeah! It couldn't have been any worse than that time Tarak made us all suck his dick after he won at cards. I don't think I'll ever get the taste of sweat-stewed boar cock fully off my tongue." Snickered Savros, flashing the entire array of his mighty smilodon teeth.

“Case and point." Karul nodded. “If you got over gargling down Tarak's hog, you can get over this."

“Ugh! Why did you have to remind me of that, Savros? My nostrils are burning just thinking about it." Said the dark-scaled dragon who wrinkled his onyx muzzle with disgust.

“I told you guys I wasn't kidding when I said I needed a bath back then." Chuckled Tarak, his tusks flashing as he leaned closer to the fire.

“I must say I don't envy Norath. It must have smelled even worse for him since he's a canine." The anthro dragon continued, glancing at the lanky-physiqued wolf sitting cross-legged next to Brann.

“But he didn't even suck Tarak off since he doesn't gamble." Savros huffed, emptying the vodka bottle and immediately opening a new one.

“...That doesn't mean I could not smell it. In fact, I had endured Tarak's stench for over two days before you took care of him." Said the wolf, speaking slowly and at a noticeably lower volume than the others.

“That's fucking nasty! You could smell his junk from outside his trousers?" Xartas asked, accepting the bottle from Savros.

“Yes, I could."

“Fuck! No wonder you rode twenty feet ahead of everyone. I would have lost my mind if I had to huff that stench up more than a day." The onyx reptile clicked his tongue.

“As far as I recall, you were pretty enthusiastic about blowing Tarak though? Didn't you swallow two whole loads from him that night, Verax?"

The black dragon waved his hand nonchalantly, catching the vodka bottle tossed by Karul who had gotten it from Xartas. He took a long swig before passing it on to the boar whose cock-odor they were all discussing. “I was drunk and horny! I'd even let a Vurukan mammoth rat hump my muzzle if I'm intoxicated enough and haven't had a good dick in a week. Now those creatures have nasty cocks."

“Leave it to the wolf-tamer to steer the conversation into animal dicks." Brann groaned, feeling his mood improving as soon as he got to pour another mouthful of strong alcohol down his throat. “...And back then I was more drunk so I didn't mind it as much."

“Everyone take notes! Next time you want to make Brann kiss a horse's ass, get him properly drunk first!" Tarak announced in his deep booming voice, eliciting earned chuckles from the other mercenaries.

The second bottle of vodka was passed around and emptied before it reached the otter a second time. Luckily the drunken smilodon was sharp and continued digging more alcohol from his bag as the group of mercenaries kept consuming it. Before long Xartas had dug the worn-out playing cards from his pocket, and everyone except Norath began to play.

With the non-gambler wolf as their judge, the other five played their usual game of Four Kings with their own elimination rules. Whoever won the first round was crowned as the King who no longer had to play, but could influence the rules of the next three rounds according to his whims. This could be anything from all players playing with their eyes closed, or only being able to play with specific cards. In the remaining rounds, all other players played for survival. The victor of the subsequent two rounds would win themselves amnesty and only have to forfeit a part of their bet to the King. The loser of the fourth and final round would have to forfeit the entirety of his bet to the King and in addition, had to do whatever the King demanded of him. In a group of dirty mercenaries, this 'something' usually involved something humiliating or sexual, as had been the case with Brann's previous forfeit.

“And unless Xartas has a cavalry card to counter Verax's armored badger… He… Is… Defeated!" Brann shouted and clapped his hands together, celebrating the rodent's loss as the King. Xartas groaned dismissively and slapped his cards against the small folding table next to the campfire.

“Mmhhh~ What's that delightful sensation tickling my nuts…? Well, it just has to be payback doesn't it?" Brann cheered, taking a big, celebratory gulp from yet another bottle of vodka.

“Well, at least I'm not going to be a bitch about it, unlike certain someone. Do your worst Slicktail!" Xartas huffed, standing up and stretching his upper body.

Brann's glimmering eyes scanned the camp as he thought of an appropriate punishment. He glanced at Tarak's bulging loincloth which had been a topic of much discussion not too long ago. He glanced at one of the half-empty alcohol bottles which, in his inebriated state, looked deliciously phallic enough to plug the tailhole of a certain cocky rodent. Eventually, his gaze trailed over to the five horses loitering about just outside the sphere of light emitted by the blazing campfire. Even though his vision was already a bit blurry from alcohol consumption, he could still make out the silhouettes of at least two or three hefty pairs of stallion testes hanging between strong equine legs.

“How about… You to smooch it up with your mount as well…" He muttered as a wild smirk spread onto his face. “But!" The otter held a dramatic pause. “You kiss your stallion… On the sheath! Full-tongue. And two whole minutes!"

Verax and Karul whistled tauntingly. Tarak beat his broad chest and Norath howled in a rare expression of excitement from the usually stoic canine. Savros coughed, nearly choking on his current mouthful of alcohol.

“Hah! What a fucking dickless punishment. I'll do it with pleasure!" Xartas announced boisterously. “And just to *hic* prove a ffffucking point, I'll do three fucking minutes! That is… If my stallion can last that long!"

The anthro rat gestured taking something big inside his mouth, jerking the air before his muzzle with both paws. His performance fetched a chuckle from all the other mercenaries. Picking up an extinguished torch from next to his feet, the scar-muzzled rodent poured some vodka on the charred rope tied around its tip before lighting it up in the campfire.

“Rockyyyyy! Where is my trusty stud?" Xartas whistled, taking a couple of staggering steps toward the nearby horses. “Come here, Rocky! Your master has a special treat for you!"

Some of the other horses slowly stepped aside as a big stallion with a strikingly auburn coat and long, golden mane emerged from amongst the six equines, snorting and tilting its big head inquisitively at the approaching anthro. In a noticeable contrast to its grizzled owner, Rocky was an exceptionally handsome stallion. His coat was smooth and well-trimmed, and the silky threads of his mane flowed most elegantly down the sides of his robust equine neck, unlike most other mercenary mounts. One could see at a single glance that the horse was a prize stallion, most likely selectively bred to exemplify the best qualities an equine could have.

Xartas had liberated the stallion from its previous owner: a certain baron whom the gang of mercenaries had fought in their last campaign and whom the rodent had shot down from the saddle. Given the prestige of Rocky's previous master, it was easy to assume the stallion to have an impressive lineage, which explained its exemplary physique. But also credit where credit was due, Xartas did take commendable care of his new mount. It was nothing short of a miracle that the greedy rat hadn't already sold the horse, who would surely fetch a pretty penny at almost any horse auction around the surrounding kingdoms.

“There you are Cocky-rocky! Come here, come here!" Xartas slurred, taking a few more steps towards the horses before stopping and planting the torch next to him in the soft forest soil. The big horse whinnied and obeyed.

“Mmmhhh~ Look who's looking all sexy with his shiny mane and big horse hips…" Xartas chuckled, catching Rocky's reins after a couple of failed attempts and pulling the stallion's reddish muzzle into a kiss. Rocky flapped his ears and shuffled his hooves as the alcohol-reeking rat mouth pressed against his and a tongue began lapping away at his big equine lips.

The other mercenaries cheered with alcohol-fueled enthusiasm.

To everyone's surprise, the stallion didn't seem to mind and appeared to be reciprocating the kiss on what must have ultimately just been a lucky coincidence. Nevertheless, the handsome equine moved his dark lips around Xartas' snout, licking the rodent's face, mouth, and ears with his peculiar equine tongue which seemed to occasionally slip inside his master's muzzle. Xartas, of course, sold the entire thing brilliantly by making exaggerated moans and sloppy kissing sounds to the best of his capabilities while his comrades cheered.

“That's a good stud! Bet you haven't even gotten a kiss that good from a mare!" Xartas huffed, stroking the husky stallion's muzzle after eventually breaking off the interspecies french kiss. Rocky whinnied and affectionately bumped the long bridge of his snout against the rat.

“Now how about… I give you an even better one… Down there!"

The otter, dragon, stag, boar, wolf, and smilodon all followed with their gazes as their rat friend carefully moved down along Rocky's muscled body, stroking his coat as he gradually kneeled down and scooched up beneath the regal stallion's abdomen. The extra light from the nearby torch allowed everyone to see the relatively modest bump of the auburn equine's sheath and the meaty doublet of low-hanging stallion nuts between Rocky's strong thighs. They looked huge even from a distance and were definitely the testicles of a breeding stud, which was probably what Rocky had been before switching owners. Any male anthro's goods absolutely paled in comparison to what the horse was packing.

“Looks like it's been a while since someone shook the walls of their stable." Xartas blabbered loudly, nonchalantly grasping onto one of Rocky's foal tanks, which made his paw look small in comparison. The horse snorted and tossed his head as the anthro squeezed his fingers around the hefty horse nut, not coming even close to fully closing the gargantuan orb of equine virility into his grasp. By the looks of it, even both of his paws might not have been enough to do so.

“I wouldn't want to be the filly whose rump gets slapped with these bad boys!" The mercenary rodent continued, grasping both testes and starting to knead them up and down in their loose stallion scrotum. “These fuckers would make a dent into plated armor if Rocky got going that's for sure!"

The drunken rat quickly pushed his muzzle against the round pair of stallion boulders, inhaling deeply before opening his mouth and taking a long vertical lick along nearly the entire length of his mount's meaty nutsack. Rocky whinnied excitedly as Xartas' nose bumped against his sheath. The gold-maned stallion glanced down between his legs as the rodent promptly returned to the male horse megaliths he held in his paws, giving each of them a passionate kiss, sucking on their veiny, hard surface while his tongue tasted the essence of a horse from a noble lineage.

Everyone at the camp stared at Xartas' performance with stunned awe, silently passing a bottle from one hand to another.

“Mwah~! Just as I thought!" Xartas smacked his lips loudly, prompting Rocky to scrape the grass with his hooves. “These taste much better than Tarak's sack after a sweltering week of riding."

All mercenaries except for the boar burst out laughing. Tarak, who was just taking a swig of vodka, bombastically extended his arm and displayed a proud middle finger to the rodent.

“Alright, alright!" Xartas calmed the others down with lethargic gesturing, biting his lower lip as he gave Rocky's rocks one last squeeze before letting go of them. He gave the bulging twins a firm parting slap, which shockingly didn't appear to infuriate their owner.

“Onto the main course…" The rat muttered, bringing both his paws up at the syrup-hued leather socket extruding from the stallion's abdomen. He played with the loose skin for a while, gently stretching it with his fingers and nibbling on the leathery exterior for quick appetizers of his meal. Rocky whinnied and shuffled its hooves.

“Here we go! Brann! You take a good fucking look and see how it's done! Something like this is just dirty enough for mercenaries like us!"

Grasping Rocky's fat stallion sheath from both sides like the mouth of a burlap sack, Xartas spread the majestic animal's deep cock cavity open and plunged his gray muzzle inside it. A neigh of confusion emerged from the red stallion's muzzle. Rocky tossed his golden mane from one side to another, lifting his hooves one by one, unsure what exactly was going on underneath his belly. Xartas wasn't deterred. He didn't as much as flinch even when Rocky snorted somewhat aggressively and scraped the ground with his forehooves like he was about to launch into a gallop. Either stupidly courageous or courageously drunk, the anthro rodent continued licking his horse's sheath with nearly half of his furry face buried inside the stretchy equine genital sleeve.

Xartas' idle paws eventually found their way back onto Rocky's bulging foal reserves and he resumed massaging the hefty stallion nuts, firmly kneading them in his palms, tugging them around in their sack. Rocky whinnied in apparent delight. The golden strands of his tail swatted at the air behind his rump and the horse seemed to relax as the male anthro diligently serviced his genitals, sucking on his sheath and caressing his colt jugs. Xartas was really going at it. Even if his partner stood on four legs, it was difficult not to get aroused watching the rodent perform with such passion. And of course, the perversion of it played its part in the titillation felt by the onlookers.

None of the mercenaries in the audience knew how much time had passed when Xartas eventually pulled away from his steed's crotch. The rat gasped for air as his muzzle left the confines of Rocky's sheath. But to everyone's surprise, Xartas' nose wasn't the only thing that emerged from the equine's groin.

A semi-erect horsecock – already a bit over a foot in length – flopped out from between Rocky's legs, hanging limp right in front of the gasping rat's face in all its animalistic glory. Xartas wiped some spit away from the sides of his mouth as he stared at the mottled horse penis which had come out to greet him, and no doubt to also thank him for the sensual kiss.

“Hah~ That's a whopper of a cock!" Xartas huffed, casually grasping the inflating stallion shaft at the very middle. Like with Rocky's nuts, his fingers couldn't quite reach around its circumference. The stallion whinnied as the rat gave his cock a couple of quick strokes, prompting the girthy mating cylinder to twitch and jump upwards in his grasp whilst it gained a few extra inches in length.

“Yup… This would fill up a mare cunt nicely once it's in full fighting form…

Xartas glanced towards the camp, and a toothy rodent smirk flashed in the torchlight. Without saying a word, he parted his lips and picked the twitching head of the equine member into his mouth. It took the gray rodent only a second to hastily trail his way back up the entire foot's length of swelling horsecock and before any of the other mercenaries realized, Xartas' lips were once again caressing Rocky's sheath. The stallion tossed its head towards the night sky and whinnied in what could only have been pleasure.

Rocky bucked his hips and Xartas moaned. The rat's lips did not leave the big horse's sheath.

The midnight forest soon started to echo the sloppy gagging sounds of a certain rodent mercenary. Everyone could see glimmering streaks of drool coursing down Xartas' chin while the previously slender silhouette of his throat grew noticeably thicker as the feral stallion grew more and more erect within his gullet. Rocky began snorting and scraping the grass with increased enthusiasm the longer Xartas held his lips against his sheath, getting visibly more agitated and restless as the stubborn rat kept swallowing his cock. Despite his apparent frustration, the stallion wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere. A snug, wet rat gullet seemed capable of adequately pacifying him.

The others didn't know whether to be shocked or impressed at how long Xartas managed to keep the whole length – however much that may have been – of Rocky's colt cannon down his throat. No one was counting the seconds but it must have been close to a full minute. But alas eventually the colossal equine fuck column began disagreeing with Xartas' anthro anatomy, slowly pushing rodent away from its base by swelling too big. Despite his best efforts, the rat was eventually forced to yield before the insane length of Rocky's stallionhood and pull the monstrous breeding pole out of his mouth.

When the immense flare of the erect horsecock popped out from behind Xartas' lips, the anthro rodent coughed with passion while his mount attempted to rear in delight.

“Fuck! This Dazzlemane nearly choked me!" Xartas groaned, rubbing his throat while inspecting the fully erect pillar of equine virility before his eyes. “That's a mare moaner if I ever saw one!"

Rocky whinnied in agreement, slapping the thirty-inch log of taut and throbbing horsecock against his auburn belly.

“I don't think I can fit that into my mouth anymore…"

Just for good measure, the rat opened his muzzle wide, attempting to close his jaws around the flared head of Rocky's erection. Shockingly enough, the rat was able to envelop the giant flare with his lips, but only barely. Doing so contorted the geometry of his long face into a ridiculous shape. His expression wasn't much more dignified.

There was a wet pop and a particularly lusty nostril ejection of horse breath when Xartas removed his mouth from the horsecock a second time. He was instantly rewarded with a fat rope of horse pre across his face.

“So that's how you want to play it, huh?"

Rocky whinnied and kicked with its hind legs as Xartas grabbed onto the enormous stallion dong, squeezing it just beneath the flare like he was seeking to choke it. Two more ropes of stallion pre immediately jumped out from the handsome horse's urethra, only barely missing the anthro rodent's left ear as Xartas yanked the large horsecock from side to side. The raunchy odor of equine fun fluids quickly wafted its way over to the campfire.

Moving away from the line of fire by deftly swinging his torso to the left, past the throbbing of tip Rocky's member, Xartas grasped onto the powerful breeding instrument with his other paw, taking a firm, two-hand grip on the upper half of his horse's erection. The auburn stallion snorted and appeared to thrust into his master's grasp, stomping the ground in frustration when the anthro's hands didn't let his cock slide between them.

“That's right fucker… I'm the one in charge." Xartas muttered, slowly sliding his left hand down to the stallion's sheath once the beast had calmed down a bit. “That's a mighty fine battering ram you got here… Big… Hard… And heavy."

Rocky whinnied and shook his head as the anthro rodent ran both his hands up and down the veiny shaft of his stallionhood, milking the intimidating horsecock with long, meticulous strokes. One could see Xartas' perverted smirk from behind the imposing silhouette of Rocky's equine endowment as he began jerking off his mount completely unprompted. Strings of thick stallion pre squirted out from the robust equine's flaring tip as the pair of sneaky mercenary paws caressed the thick, thirty-inch shaft from top to bottom, wringing the gargantuan meat mast with the kind of care and passion usually only possessed by vocational strumpets. Even the other stallions in the vicinity began to take notice as one of their comrades was being milked.

Getting more and more into his self-appointed role of a sleazy stallion reliever, Xartas soon latched his mouth on the side of Rocky's meaty mating cylinder, starting to move his muzzle along the length of the horsecock in the same rhythm with his paws. A whole fountain of pre gushed out from the vigorously pulsing equine dick and Rocky's heavy feral haunches heaved with lust as he attempted to thrust into his imaginary mare. It started to become unclear which party was enjoying the stallion jerking the most. Aside from the stallion's understandable enthusiasm, Xartas appeared to be having the time of his life licking, kissing, and caressing every single square inch of stallion sex he could get his hands on. It was as if his mind was no longer intoxicated by alcohol alone.

Rocky announced the arrival of his climax with a firm stomp of his forehooves and a loud neigh, succumbing to Xartas' sloppy treatment surprisingly fast. The magnificent mare cunt dilator jumped up, wrenching itself free from the dazed anthro's grasp before slamming against the stallion's abdomen and erupting into a fountain of stud seed that was a sight to behold.

All mercenaries held their breaths while a long, thick serpent of stallion sperm split the darkness below Rocky's belly, bursting forth with enough force to travel multiple feet away from the horse's forehooves. The heavy pair of stud testicles got sucked up against the big animal's sheath as a good dozen similar streaks of stallion seed were ousted by the throbbing trunk of equine sex in rapid succession. It was mesmerizing to watch. All the way from the resounding throb of the horsecock, the rapid swelling of the flare, and the explosive exit from the long barrel of the thick colt cannon to its eventual messy splattering onto the blades of grass in the midnight forest.

The entire equine ejaculation was jaw-dropping. It was difficult to imagine how magnificent it must have looked from where Xartas was able to witness it.

The echoes of a stallion's orgasming whinny eventually faded into the midnight air, and the dark forest grew quiet once again. A few of the other stallions snorted and flapped their ears curiously as Rocky's stud pole blasted out its last few ropes of liquid foals before eventually starting to lose its rigidness. And as the feral member began to droop, it revealed from behind it the flummoxed face of a certain drunken rat. If there was ever a time to spit out the punchline for a raunchy joke it was right then. But even the usually sharp-tongued rodent was too awestruck to flex his wit.

It wasn't until a whole ten seconds of stunned silence had reigned over the small campsite that Xartas regained his usual standoffish attitude and fixed his expression accordingly.

“There you go! Nothing's too dirty for this mercenary." He cleared up his throat, jumping back onto his feet, immediately staggering and being forced to take support from Rocky's rump. Once the balance returned to his feet, he walked his way back to the campfire with an exaggeratedly confident swagger in his steps.

“See Brann? You could learn a thing or two about being a real mercenary from what I just showed you."

“Approximately how many inches of horsecock would I need to shove down my throat to qualify as a real mercenary in your eyes?" The otter replied sarcastically, handing his naked-tailed comrade the bottle. The rest of the group chuckled. “I might have made out with a horse's ass but I still have too much dignity – and too little alcohol – in me to do… That!"

“Hah~! I suggest you keep drinking then. You might actually get to take care of that stiffy that's trying to poke its way through your loincloth if you lowered your standards a little."

Everyone aside from Xartas quickly glanced at Brann's groin and the noticeable bulge on his loincloth. The others then looked down at their laps to find themselves in similar predicaments. Everyone was too drunk or too ashamed to start covering up their prominent bulges. Xartas cackled maniacally.

“...Just because I like watching it doesn't mean I want to participate in it." Brann shrugged after a brief moment of silence.

“Bullshit!" Xartas announced drunkenly. “Get off your high horse already and admit you'd suck his cock like the rest of us. Look, look! We're weapons for hire! Our noble profession consists of murder and pillaging for coin. The way I see it, throating a fat stallion cock is one of the more civil things us mercenaries can do… Come on! Raise your hand if you'd have no issue with giving some sloppy head to your own mount."

Whilst somewhat hesitant at first, the majority of the mercenaries around the campfire eventually raised their hands. The only ones who didn't were Brann and Norath.

“I've been around plenty of horsecock while I was with the Lavarek house. Of course, those were attached to the groins of bipedal stallions but I'd suck one on a regular horse as surely as I sucked on them back then." Karul confessed to the surprise of no one and shrugged his shoulders. All the other hired swords were well aware of how the robust cervine liked his cocks. And feral horses hit that mark perfectly.

“Back when I was still training Kutian dire wolves at my old homestead I'd regularly let a few of the bigger ones mount me as a reward for a job well done," Verax muttered, slurring his words ever so slightly. “I don't see why I wouldn't be able to reward my horse the same way… Heck, Lundt's cock might not even be as thick as the biggest knot I've had inside my snout or tail. There's not really much that can shock you after you've had your throat knotted by a rutting Alpha Kutian and he's been stuck inside your mouth for half an hour, squirting his puppies down your throat. Not to mention a few others repeatedly humping your backside while that's happening… I could surely take on a single horse."

“To borrow the words of a certain dragon who enjoys wolf knots: 'I'd even let a Vurukan mammoth rat hump my muzzle if I'm intoxicated enough and haven't had a good dick in a week'..." Savros chuckled, lowering his paw to take a drink of yet another bottle he had opened. “And you have to admit what Xartas did with his steed was pretty fucking hot."

“And I suppose I'm just nasty like Xartas." Tarak chukled, his round gut wobbling mightily. “I could get down and dirty with a stallion in the privacy of a barn… Fuck I might even be a mare for him and let him slam my ass with his strong horse hips… Especially if it was a stallion like Rocky over there. I wouldn't mind a couple of his foals bloating up my bowels."

“So… Norath? We know that Brann's just a prude but what's your reason for shunning stallion blowjobs."

The wolf flapped his ears and stretched his arms nonchalantly, at first appearing to ignore Xartas' question completely.

“I wouldn't say I'm shunning the act or that I wasn't capable of it. I'm merely stating that I would not do it for the sheer satisfaction of it completely unprovoked. Like you've iterated over the evening, we are mercenaries. And the first rule of being a mercenary is that you don't move even the claw on your big toe until you're promised compensation for your work." Norath explained.

“Ah fuck! I forgot you're a bloody cheapskate!" Xartas groaned. “...But what you're saying is that you absolutely would do it with the right incentive.

The lanky canine extended his long, slender arm to accept the bottle from Tarak, taking a small sip before nodding his head.

“Hah! I knew it! Six out of seven!" Xartas rejoiced, shooting a confrontational, condescending look towards Brann.

“Aren't you letting him off too easy? Sure he's a frugal bastard like we all know but he could just be saying that to appease you." Brann retorted. “I say he would not do it even if you paid him… Unless the amount was so astronomical his greed would outweigh his shame."

The rat narrowed his eyes, pondering the otter's words which – in his drunken state – seemed to cause him many difficulties judging by how fiercely he furrowed his brows.

“...That… Might be the smartest thing that's come out of your mouth tonight Slicktail…" Xartas nodded his head, directing his inquisitive eyes back at the crouched wolf. “Now that you said it, I don't think I believe it either. Norath's trying to pull the wool over our eyes! He's actually a stinking prude just like Brann is, but he doesn't have the balls to admit it."

“You are as free to believe me as you are not to believe me. I do not really care either way." Norath shrugged, leaning back against an old tree stump as his rodent comrade eyed him maliciously.

“...How about you prove it." Xartas huffed, drawing another smirk onto his furry face. “I'll give you twenty-five gold coins – a quarter of my earnings from this campaign – if you go over to your own stallion, kneel down, and do the same thing as I did with mine."

Everyone's eyes fell on Norath, who had instantly perked up his ears for the rat's offer. There was perceptible intrigue in his expression.

“...You're drunk." The canine shrugged.

“Of course I am! Do you think I would be offering you twenty-five big ones just to see you slobbering on your mount's cock?" Xartas laughed. “Regardless of my inebriation, I am still fully serious. I'll have everyone else here act as notaries and hold me accountable if I do not keep my word. May Sekkat's foulest guard dogs fuck me in the arse if I refuse to pay you your due gold."

Everyone turned their heads towards Norath, who eventually stretched out his legs and stood up, extending his lanky figure to its full length of six and a half feet. He sniffed the air with his dark canine nose, glancing at the horses, then back at Xartas. Without saying a word, the wolf set down the long scabbard from his back and ventured towards the spot where Xartas' torch from before still burned, shedding its light onto the small herd of stallions by the tree line.

Norath's stallion was just like the wolf: surprisingly tall with delicate limbs that appeared almost too long for an average equine. The horse's coat was shiny and dark just like its mane, which was luxuriously long and naturally wavy. Had it been a bit darker, it would have been nearly impossible to see the stunning animal as it blended against the shadowy forest scenery almost too well aside from its golden eyes which vigilantly observed the stallion's surroundings. The horse was named Zhiel, which roughly translated to 'coal' or 'ember' depending on the region.

Zhiel whinnied excitedly as his master pulled on the reins around his muzzle, leading him into the sphere of light around the lonely torch illuminating the forest floor. And the stallion was indeed excited. As soon as the equine's onyx haunches emerged from the shadows of the night, the entire gang of mercenaries could see a shiny, black horsecock dangling playfully from the tall stallion's groin. It appeared that Rocky and Xartas' lewd performance hadn't only been enjoyed by the eyes of the anthros. Zhiel even appeared to know what Norath intended to do with him, stopping completely on its own once the two had reached the spot where the first stallion had been milked.

Leaving the side of his steed for a moment, Norath disappeared into the shadows for a moment, appearing again with a bucket of water in his paws. Patting the excited horse on its flank, he deftly crouched down and crawled underneath his mount.

Zhiel was already raring to go. Everything from its wildly gleaming eyes to how it confidently tossed its head made it abundantly clear that this stallion was more than ready to offload some extra cargo from his nuts.

Norath was not in a hurry. The wolf carefully wetted his paws in the bucket and began washing Zhiel's half-erect stallionhood. The dark equine whinnied and lifted his hooves as the slender canine fingers grasped onto his shaft, slathering cool water onto its dark surface. The movement of Norath's paws was both efficient and strangely sensual as they deftly slipped up and down the ever-increasing length of the swelling horse member, occasionally returning to the bucket for some more water which was then rubbed onto the firm exterior of the equine phallus. Watching the wolf knead the hardening horsecock with his hands was almost reminiscent of how a potter would mold a clay vase. Calculated, meticulous, and passionate.

“Fuck! That stallion is getting better service than I did on my last visit to the brothel!" Savros whistled as Zhiel's cock reached its full size, its blunt tip flaring as if simply to show off what it was capable of.

Norath continued washing the equine erection, ignoring the pleading throbs of the tautened flesh between his paws. The black stallion was enjoying himself, but the restless movement of his hooves and the constant snorting made it clear he was out for more. He wanted to fuck.

Eventually, the movement of Norath's paws stopped and the wolf inspected his own handiwork, gazing at the shiny black baton of breeding prowess from a few different angles to make sure it was as clean as he wanted it to be. The wolf's default stoic expression didn't waver and after a few seconds, he nodded his head. And then, without any warning, he swallowed the entire horsecock whole.

Brann nearly spat out the vodka in his mouth, getting caught in a coughing fit while nearly everyone else's jaws dropped in the span of a single second. The entire camp was completely flabbergasted, stunned, and shocked at how swiftly and effortlessly the tall wolf had devoured over two feet of hard stallion cock, not even batting an eye in the process. Their surprise was shared almost in full by Zhiel who tossed up his head and whinnied furiously, rearing a few feet off the ground as the anthro canine's lips were wrapped around his sheath.

Norath's expression remained unchanged even after the frustrated dark stallion began thrusting himself against his muzzle. Zhiel's muscular horse hips began producing the instinctual movement of equine mating as he mounted his rider's face with the full intent to breed, slamming his length in and out of the male anthro's mouth with the kind of reckless enthusiasm one was able to expect from a rutting stallion. Compared to the wild, animalistic lust quenching currently unfolding between the wolf and his mount, Xartas blowing Rocky had been almost romantic. Now there was no theater or exaggeration. It was all just sex.

The big, dark horse testes slapped against Norath's chin in a rapid tempo as the stallion worked efficiently and relentlessly to get what he wanted. The wolf whose mouth was currently being used as a sloppy substitute for a mare cunt still refused to alter his expression and simply kept staring forward at the whinnying equine's dark sheath as it was repeatedly hammered against his canine nose. His ears gradually folded to show submission and the ferocity of Zhiel's humping forced him to plant his hands on the ground in order to stop him from losing balance while the feral horse used him as a semen extractor.

The intensity and sheer perversion of the act made it difficult for the onlookers to take their eyes off it. It made it difficult for everyone not to get their desires stoked by raw sexual energy that oozed from the excited stallion claiming the submitting anthro as his filly. Unlike Xartas, Norath wasn't simply giving his horse a meager blowjob. He was letting Zhiel fuck his face and mate with his throat in an attempt to impregnate the nonexistent womb inside his canine abdomen. And he didn't seem to mind it one bit.

Drool began streaming down Norath's chin and Zhiel's wildly swinging stallion scrotum as the oral mating intensified at the dark equine's behest. The sounds of the interspecies throatfuck grew louder and lewder as the saliva continued to overflow from the wolf's lips, adding a whole other, arousing dimension to the show the canine was giving his comrades for the cheap price of twenty-five gold coins. That wasn't to say that everyone involved didn't get their money's worth as each of the loincloths on all the six other mercenaries got pitched into stiff tents long before the show was over. The one who got the most out of his penny was most definitely Zhiel, who was using his master's mouth however he pleased, snorting and whinnying like he was possessed as his lust began to boil over.

The heated affair's end was almost as abrupt as its start. Zhiel drove his hips against Norath's muzzle, thrusting himself the entire two feet inside the stoic wolf before releasing a sharp climaxing whinny from his onyx mouth. The lighting made it difficult to tell, but one could have sworn to have seen the slender wolf's chest bulging outwards as the feral animal flared his monstrous breeding rod within his windpipe.

There were muffled sounds of attempted swallowing and a quiet whimper as the big pair of stallion balls emptied their contents inside the anthro canine's belly. It was almost a shame that the six spectators weren't able to witness another glorious stallion cumshot, but the soft sounds of the sticky stud sperm being pumped down Norath's digestive system was certainly the next best thing they could have hoped. From what they could hear, Zhiel's orgasm was just as intense and voluminous as Rocky's, if not even a bit more.

And even as he was essentially drowning in the foals of his mount, the look of indifference in the lanky wolf's eyes barely flickered. If the others didn't know better, they could have sworn Norath had prior experience using his mouth as a stallion cocksleeve.

Once Zhiel had calmed down and ceased stomping the ground with his hooves, Norath closed his eyes and nonchalantly pulled the entire erect horsecock out of his mouth in a single motion. He swallowed and wiped the sides of his muzzle before getting up and leading the pacified black stallion back to the other horses. Upon returning next to the campfire a moment later, everyone could see the wolf's gut being slightly more round than it usually was. It had indeed been a hefty load he had sucked out of Zhiel.

“I'll be expecting my payment once the campaign is over."

The other six warriors could do nothing but stare at their canine friend as he nonchalantly sat down next to Brann and crossed his legs. Aside from the unmistakable scent of a very horny stallion around his muzzle, nothing about the wolf had changed compared to earlier. That and the apparent roundness of his abdomen.

“...Yeah… You fucking got it…" Xartas muttered, still completely awestruck by Norath's performance. The camp was silent for almost an entire minute with everyone eyeing the wolf who had just taken a wild facefucking from his horse like a champion. But eventually, all the questions and comments that had risen onto everyone's tongues got blurted out as a messy cacophony.

“There's no fucking way you haven't done that before! Did you just fleece Xartas out of his coin?"

“This dog is a stallion-sucking monster! That horse just pounded his face and he took it like it was nothing! Fucker didn't even blink swallowing down two bucketfuls of foals."

“Are you sure you're in the right profession? You could make a fortune sucking off soldiers and stallions alike with that kind of endurance. I bet some would even pay to just watch you do what you just did to Zhiel."

“Prude my ass! Norath's probably the nasties fucker among all of us! Even I couldn't handle an entire horsecock as a midnight snack! Not to mention that creamy dessert that's sagging in his belly right now."

“He must have practiced! Snuck off to suck off our mounts in the middle of the night. He's just been waiting until someone would make a bet with him so that he could take the coin."

Norath stayed silent, not batting an eye or an ear to the rambunctiously delivered remarks about his performance. And why would he? If handling two feet of erect stallion meat didn't make him do so, why would being berated by his comrades?

Seated next to him, Brann could see the corners of the canine's mouth twitching up half an inch in amusement. Although subtle, the look in his eyes also had a hint of superiority which – all things considered – was handsomely justified on Norath's part.

“By Balthor's nutsack that was fucking hot, Norath!" Karul exclaimed, shaking his antlered head as the alcohol was really starting to get to him, at least by the looks of it. “If you'd ever consider doing that again for a bit cheaper, let me know. I'd gladly rub one out watching a stallion mount your face. Fuck… I kind of need to jerk off right now... Otherwise, I won't be able to fall asleep."

The broad-shouldered stag nudged his loincloth aside, revealing a meaty cervine erection to the rest of the group. It was nothing the others hadn't seen before, but everyone made sure to get a good eyeful of it as it throbbed in the orange light of the campfire.

“Yeah, I'm kind of having a similar issue." Savros groaned, whipping out his own smilodon dick which was still hiding in its foreskin despite being fully erect. “You wouldn't mind letting me fuck your face as well, Norath?"

“Is there a male who doesn't get hard after watching something like what we just saw?" Verax chimed in, conspicuously stroking the phallic bulge on the decorated cloth curtain dangling between his scaly thighs.

“Nope! Even Brann is bricked up like a virgin groom on his wedding night." Xartas chuckled, glancing at the otter's groin whilst finishing the group's eighth shared vodka bottle.

“Mmmhhh… Shit… I wonder if I should go spend some time with my stallion as well… Would be nice to have some additional stimulation for jerking off… Being drunk always makes it hard for me to finish by myself." Karul muttered, rubbing his cock and eyeing the seven stallions in the distance. “Besides… I cum way harder if I have something nice and firm jammed to the back of my throat."

“I could go for some horse dick as well… Xartas and Norath did seem to have a good time tending to their stallions." Savros nodded his head, playing with the stretchy foreskin of his feline member,

“If that is the case, might I suggest a bet? Something we could compete in while working out our excess desires." Xartas raised his voice, successfully acquiring everyone's attention. The shockingly eloquent rat allowed the tension to build up for a few seconds like a proper showman before opening his mouth again.

“Let's find out who amongst us would make the best mare. In other words, who is able to endure a stallion on their back the longest."

All mercenaries exchanged looks.

“All I'm saying is that there are seven horny stallions and seven horny warriors here all in need of relief. Why not have some fun with our mounts? They've deserved it, and so have we. The trail has been long and I know I haven't been properly fucked since we stopped at that outpost a week ago."

“I knew you whored your ass to the captain there!" Savros interrupted the rat. “And you had the gall to say that you managed to merely talk the price of the goods down."

“Negotiate. I said I negotiated. And a rat can negotiate in many different ways. I never specified the method I used." Xartas smirked. “...Back to the wager I am proposing. We each take our stallion, drop our britches, and let them mount us. Once the horses are busy pounding our arses, we see which one of us knows their way around a horsecock the best and can take on their stallion's mating for the longest time. Everyone bets five coins, the winner takes all. How's that sound?"

“You had me at 'drop our britches and let them mount us'. I'm in!" Karul huffed, tossing his coin pouch at Xartas' feet.

“Me too! That sounds way too easy for me not to participate." Verax chuckled, tossing his own money pouch next to the stag's. “But what if our stallions tire out before us?"

“They won't. It's their first time getting tail in months. They can go all night, and probably will. And don't you fucking over-estimate yourself because you've gotten your tailhole stretched by a wolf knot. Just wait until you have an orgasm from a horsecock flaring against your prostate. If you can take more than a few of those and still be lucid then you're a real monster."

“Hard to say no to that kind of sales pitch. Sign me up!"

“Sounds like my kind of night! Making money by taking cock in the ass. I'll enter too!"

Savros and Tarak also tossed their pouches at Xartas' feet.

“I wouldn't mind thirty-five more coins."

The other participants cheered as Norath unexpectedly tossed his coin into the bet as well. Which meant that Brann was now the only standout.

The otter glanced at Xartas and the others whose expectant gazes were burning his fur. His eyes wandered over to Rushak's equine silhouette near the treeline, where he could see something long dangling from between his mount's rear legs. He was drunk. He was horny. And he would have been lying if he'd said he wasn't massively curious about the mare experience. One could not undermine the intoxicating effects of peer pressure either.

“Fuck it!" He groaned “I'm in as well!"

…

The stallions knew what to expect as the group of drunken anthros approached them with a few more torches in their paw. The torchlight revealed seven equine dicks, all at different stages of arousal, as the bipedal mare contestant went to pick out their partners. Lots of lusty snorts and excited whinnies echoed in the night as the anthros weaved themselves in between the horny equines, being subjected to curious, suggestive nudges and even a few nips as the ferals eagerly scoped out the rugged bodies they would soon be able to use as fuck dummies. Even Rocky and Zhiel, who had already gotten to dump some colts out of their balls, were extremely excited and energetic as their respective owners grasped onto their bridles.

The seven mercenaries and their horses spread out along the treeline, each respecting the space they knew an adult stallion needed for fucking. Xartas was closest to the camp with Rocky. Tarak was next to him with his mount Ykka, the youngest stallion of the bunch whose dominantly white flanks were contrasted well by the irregular pattern of small dark spots all over his body and the raven, braided mane and tail on his head and rump. Karul was third. His stallion husband was Cedar, a sturdy horse with some Shire-esque features all across his body. His coat, mane, and tail were all different shades of blonde.

Norath and Zhiel were fourth and after them, it was Savros and Queatl. Quetal was a delicate, gray horse whose flanks looked like they had been swept by a blizzard. His mane was dominantly dark with some strands of silver mixed in. The same went for his tail. The last anthro-stallion pair before Brann and Rushak was Verax and his trusty steed Fanjir. The black dragon's horse was tied for the second biggest stallion – after Rocky – with Cedar. His coat was a deep hue of brown, his tail and mane pitch black and shiny. He was the oldest as far as the group knew, which was partially reflected in his lack of enthusiasm. Only the very tip of his humongous horsecock was poking out from his sheath as the anthros began getting into position.

Everyone tried to look for a place where they could easily be mounted by their equine partners. A large rock, a tree stump, a fallen tree, a sturdy branch, pretty much anything where both the stallion and mare could lean against whilst doing the deed. The idea was for them all to start the wager once everyone got themselves and their stallion ready. It was a foolish, if not even outright naive idea in retrospect as it counted on the more excitable equines being able to hold their cocks to themselves, which obviously was not going to happen with a group of rutting animals.

“Fuck!" Tarak's profane exclamation was followed by a hoarse moan as the young stallion behind him had hit a perfect bullseye with his first thrust against the chubby boar's wide rear end, having successfully shoved the first third of his mare moaner inside the bent-over anthro. Ykka whinnied ecstatically, slamming his hooves against the fallen tree trunk the tusked swine was leaning his hands on. The hardened mercenary trembled and a big fat rope of pre drooled out of his boar cock as the excited stallion stepped forwards, burying five more inches of cock inside him with his next thrust.

Some of the other stallions whinnied and stomped their hooves. It was hard to say if they were just excited to do the same, or if they rallied their youngest to go all the way.

“Damn! The party is already getting started! Hop on Rocky! Do what you do best!" Xartas urged his stallion, wrapping his naked tail around the red horse's erect sex baton and tugging it towards his bare behind. Rocky snorted and obliged, rearing swiftly to hook his forelegs over a thick branch underneath which his rodent mare was getting ready to take his cock.

Like most of his equine brothers, Rocky was in a hurry to get something wrapped around his cock. His first attempt at penetrating his bipedal partner was a miss and the throbbing stallion sex slipped over its intended target, sliding along Xartas' back for a good foot or so before the horse backed up for another try. With a second thrust, the swollen equine member thumped against Xartas' right ass cheek with nearly enough force to topple the rodent, who swore under his breath as the impact rattled his bones. Rocky shook his head and snorted, spending a few moments searching for his rider's rump with his flare. After a little bit of assistance from Xartas' tail, the strapping stallion was able to aim his cock where he wanted it and wasted no time in performing the third, decisive thrust with his powerful haunches. And it was a slam dunk.

Xartas released some kind of animalistic bleat from his scarred muzzle, getting impaled by nearly thirty inches of feral breeding meat in a single second. His loud cussing was promptly drowned out by Rocky's triumphant neighing, and a little bit later, the relentless sound of the stallion's scrotum spanking the anthro rat's ass like a war drum.

A moment later a feline roar trembled through the campsite as Savros got his furry behind mounted by Queatl. The gray stallion appeared to be taking his sweet time claiming his large-toothed smilodon mare, gracefully feeding his black and pink equine breeder to the groaning anthro without any hurry. By the time the thick ring at the middle of Quetal's stallionhood was forced inside Savros' sphincter, the big cat roared again and unashamedly blasted cum all over the grass between his legs. The stallion whinnied softly – as if demanding his owner to stay quiet – and continued to push inside with little haste.

Xartas shouted something at his comrade, but the content of his words was completely obscured by the erotic sounds of enthusiastic equine mating which only kept on intensifying.

“F-Fuck yeah! N-Now this is some good dick!" Karul bellowed as the blonde stallion shoved his fully pink sphincter slayer up the big stag's rear end. The big cervine was leaning against a thick birch at a slight angle with Cedar's forelegs on his shoulders. It was undoubtedly a risky position to fuck, since it left the anthro supporting most of the heavier animal's body weight, which in Cedar's case, was not a small load. But the aroused cervine didn't seem to mind having the horse on his back, bleating almost like a doe in heat as the strong stallion put his hips in motion.

“F-Fuck! We - should have - done this - way earlier!" He huffed in between Cedar's haunches hammering his muscular backside. “It's been too long since I was last fucked by someone like they wanted to breed me! Mmhhh~ I might just stop going to the brothel altogether and just visit the stable instead."

Cedar whinnied, seemingly in agreement.

The chaotic, arousing cacophony of snorting and slapping gained another formidable addition as Zhiel was finally able to mount Norath. The black stallion immediately went full gallop on his rider, smashing his equine loins against the lanky wolf with little regard for anything else than milking his own cock with the convenient hole he was offered. It was almost frightening watching the big animal being so rough with his supposed master, snorting up a storm, tossing his head, and bucking his hips violently. But it appeared that the stallion knew his master well, as Norath didn't look like he was struggling in the slightest, barely making any noise, wearing only a slight grimace on his muzzle even as his ass was hammered by the big black, four-legged stud on top of him. If anything, the wolf was enjoying the rough treatment. At least if his rock-hard cock was anything to judge him by.

Brann flinched as the big brown stallion next to him and Rushak jettisoned some air from its nostrils with vigor, rearing sluggishly over the anthro dragon who lay on his back on top of a flat, mossy rock. The otter could see something big dangling between the aged equine's hind legs.

“Up you go Fanjir! Show these colts what you're made of!" Verax coaxed the stallion, holding up his legs with his hands while the heavy equine positioned itself on top of him.

Fanjir snorted and rocked his heavy-set haunches, lazily slapping his half-erect equine penis across the dragon's rump, gradually stiffening his colt cannon. Little by little, the colossal breeding pole began to take its proper shape, swelling and tautening from the base up, throbbing in tune with the horse's heartbeat. And boy was the old stallion's cock one to behold once it began to fully solidify. Dominantly dark, the king-sized fuck tool was riddled with big, thick veins which were absolutely pivotal at kept the tower of breeding prowess taut throughout its intended purpose, especially considering how girthy and long the entire thing eventually became. The age-ripened horsecock was at least three feet in length, packing a circumference matching that of Verax's neck once it was fully hard. The flare – which immediately began to squirt pre – was also nothing short of massive, increasing the girth of Fanjir's tip by at least one-third if not even by more. It was one behemoth of a horsecock.

“H-Holy shit!" Verax muttered, swallowing the rapidly accumulating saliva from his mouth as the gargantuan cunt-wrecker slipped up and down against his groin, nearly reaching up to his chin. The dragon didn't appear to be frightened – even though he probably should have – and was actually pawing at his stallion's sack and sheath with his feet, clearly impressed about the dimensions of Fanjir's sex.

“Go on boy! Show me what you got!"

Brann looked on with mixed arousal and horror as the big stallion backed up a foot or two, dropping his beastly flare in between the anthro reptile's meager cheeks. Fanjir snorted. The brown hips fell forwards. Verax screamed like something had cleaved his guts. All of a sudden there was a noticeable, cylindrical deformation bulging out the male dragon's smooth, scaly abdomen. Verax clawed at the moss beneath his back and gasped for air as the thick, veiny beast of a phallus was forcibly fed to his tailhole. Fanjir whinnied and tossed his head, paying little mind to the struggles of his anthro mare.

It was difficult to tell exactly how long the improbable penetration lasted, but at the end of it Verax was completely out of breath. Everything down from his chest was defined by the unmistakable shape of a fat horsecock, which throbbed restlessly inside the anthro dragon, appearing more than ready to make his body its new home, at least for tonight. The sight was as bizarre as it was arousing.

And then Fanjir began fucking his mare. And he did not hold back.

The brown stallion's huge body heaved back and forth with impressive momentum as he hammered his haunches on the anthro dragon's poor backside, stuffing three feet of throbbing, hot horsecock inside his rider. The girthy shaft and gargantuan flare deformed Verax's abdomen however they pleased as Fanjir slammed his dick to the very back of the dragon's colon with each thrust. The sound the gargantuan equine's balls made as they spanked the reptile's ass was akin to someone slapping a fatty pig haunch with a wooden paddle. It was loud and violent, just like the mating stallion himself.

Even though Fanjir was an older stallion, he clearly wanted to show he still had it. And he did have it. One could hear as much from Verax's ecstatic moans as the dragon succumbed to his first anal orgasm of the night. And judging by the pace of the big brown breeding machine huffing and snorting on top of him, it was not going to be the last one either. Far from it.

Watching his scaly comrade get his tailhole unequivocally demolished by the feral horse and his three-foot cock, Brann started to have second thoughts about going through with the bet. Alas, he had already bent over and had dropped his loincloth onto the grass. Worse yet, his usually meek mount was more than curious about the exposed mustelid cheeks hiding behind his master's tail. Glancing over his shoulder, Brann could see his horse fully erect from all the stimulation surrounding them. His half-pink half-brown foal flinger twitched eagerly beneath the beast's abdomen as Rushak was getting ready to rear up and get to mounting.

Rushak was no pony when it came to the size of his dick. Whilst he obviously paled in comparison to the kind of cum mortar currently pounding dragon ass next door, it was more than adequately sized for stallion his size. Strong, defined shape. Thick shaft and intimidating flare. Taut and veiny surface with a pair of mare-impregnating stud testes complementing the entire thing. It was raw and blush-evoking. And it looked way too big for Brann to handle. Despite that, the otter was unable to quench that small flame of curiosity that still tickled the area of his loins.

Brann's heart skipped a beat as Rushak finally reared and moved his hefty horse body on top of him. The old, hollow trunk beneath Brann's paws boomed a low, ominous note as the forehooves of the chestnut stallion stomped down against it. Something long, firm, and hot brushed the otter on his back while something round tapped against his backside. Rushak snorted. Brann's cock jumped up with confused excitement. He was not at all used to having something or someone as big as a grown horse on top of him. The beast's agitated breathing, unpredictable movements, and the throbbing of his cock made Brann feel strangely submissive as Rushak rubbed his member on his back. The scent of a rutting stallion had become inescapable before he even noticed. It was a very raw, very zesty odor which somehow deepened Barnn's submission. It made him want to obey the bigger, feral male. It made him want to be a good mare for him.

A warm sensation washed over Brann's body as he felt the giant flare of his mount getting dragged down along his back as Rushak fixed his position. Brann shivered as the meaty tip of the taut mare stuffer dropped off the curve of his rump, falling a bit too low and accidentally prodding at his shaft and scrotum. It was shocking to not only see but also feel the difference in size between their genitals. Rushak was leagues above his master when it came to malehood.

The chestnut stallion whinnied and his member jumped up from between Brann's legs, landing squarely in between the muscular mustelid cheeks that were about to get spanked by Rushak's seed tanks. The brown horse danced around on his hooves, leaning from side to side as his flare sought out Brann's 'cunt', squirting strong-scented stallion pre all over the otter mercenary's ass before eventually finding its target. Brann could feel how eagerly the tower of horse meat throbbed against his sphincter as the chestnut steed prepared to claim its mare.

Brann's groan and Rushak's whinny got mixed together as the stallion leaned forward, uncourteously penetrating the smaller anthro's tailhole. The unnatural dilation of his sphincter prompted a frightening wave of warmth to spread across Brann's body, causing his entire being to sweat in retaliation to the swollen flare entering his ass. His insides attempted to fight the firm horse dick as it proceeded further, clamping down on its phallic shape, trying to prevent it from delving deeper. The effort was futile as the feral animal was simply too heavy. Rushak only needed to buck his hips a little bit to force Brann's rectal walls into yielding and allowing the fat fuckpole to sink inside.

Brann felt like his ass was getting split in half. The inches of horsecock entering his ass were seemingly infinite, and the amount of throbbing stallion sex inside his lower body kept on increasing by the second. With every throb, the gargantuan stallion dick sunk deeper, completely ignoring the protests of the otter's body. And there was nothing Brann could truly do about it. He only had to bite down on his lip and take it. Every ass-splitting, colon-dilating inch of it.

By the time Rushak's hips finally tapped against his trembling backside, Brann was already seeing stars, dizzy from the forced rectal expansion. Unable to keep his head fully supported, the otter let it hang down from his shoulders, getting a good look at the nasty, flare-shaped bulge staring back at him from his upper abdomen. At first, he didn't even believe he was looking at his own body. Only once he could see and feel the throbs of the fat feral fuckrod at the same time, did the reality set in. His ass was full of horsecock. He was full of horsecock. And he had never been so full of anything in his entire life.

Brann felt the entirety of his intestines moving as Rushak – yanked back his flare, sliding a good one-third of his malehood out from the otter's sore tailhole. There was only a split second for Brann to prepare himself before the equine sex mallet punched into his gut without mercy. The flashing instance of blinding pain was almost instantly overridden by a fierce burst of physical pleasure as upon its re-entry into the deepest pits of Brann's ass, the meaty flare had violently stimulated the otter's prostate.

The sensation of being punched in the prostate by a horsecock was so intense Brann immediately succumbed to a climax, ejaculating a handsome load right then and there without even the slightest hope of possibly holding back. It was a submissive orgasm in its purest form. Swift, intense and humiliating. Prompted by another male completely overpowering another with his cock. The fact that this other male was Brann's own mount, someone supposedly inferior to him, made the mind melting orgasm even better. The brawny otter mercenary came his heart out, not even noticing his stallion picking up speed while unbridled satisfaction ravaged his body.

Once Brann finally descended from the dizzying heights of bliss, Rushak was already mating him at full force. The rock-hard horsecock was busy reshaping his guts with each violent thrust, slowly but surely molding the squishy otter colon into a fitting socket for big equine dicks. Especially Rushak's. The chestnut stallion's heavy hips battered Brann's rump at least twice every second, rattling his loins, legs and spine all together with each impact. The meaty foal orbs hanging from Rushak's sheath spanked his cheeks with a small delay after each thrust, not fully keeping up with the wild energy with which the breeding male horse was slamming himself against the submitting anthro.

The remainder of rectal discomfort soon dissipated from Brann's lower half as his body began to relax and adapt to its current role as a fully-fledged filly. Had he not been handsomely drunk it would probably have taken him another anal orgasm to reach his slutty mare mindset, where each of the internal gut punches from the feral equine's flare brought him nothing but pleasure. Brann was starting to enjoy the sex with his stallion more and more, growing dangerously close to a second climax only moments after he had already unloaded onto the grass. It felt pleasantly addicting and addictingly pleasurable to submit oneself to the ferocious mating of a feral animal; being treated as nothing more than the creature heaving and huffing on top of Brann. It was a thrill like no other. Combined with the relentless stimulation from a hefty horse penis, the sensation was enough to make one whinny with joy.

Starting to get pleasantly cock-drunk from his stallion husband's rough loving, Brann took a quick glance at his comrades, all of whom were currently getting ploughed like broodmares by their respective mounts. Verax had already covered his chest and abdomen with his own sperm, having cum god knows how many times from Fanjir's cock. The dragon's tongue was hanging out of his mouth and his eyes had rolled up into his head. Fanjir was still going as strong as ever, stuffing his stallionhood where the sun didn't shine, but most certainly would shine after the old horse was done with his rider.

Tarak's furry gut had gained a noticeable amount of mass since Brann last saw the boar, and the culprit of the abdominal swelling was not difficult to guess. Ykka didn't even take time to whinny to celebrate its fourth or fifth orgasm, only releasing a few lusty snorts as he pumped some more foals into the groaning anthro, who looked to be struggling with the additional cargo in his bowels. The young stallion seemed to be having the time of his life, mating as fast and as intensely as he pleased. Trying to furiously impregnate a male boar was certainly one way to get rid of one's virginity.

Zhiel's bright whinny brought Brann's eyes onto the dark stallion and the wolf beneath him. Norath's belly had already swelled up with at least a single load of colts, and judging by how furiously Zhiel was throwing his hips at the huffing canine, another one wasn't too far off from being blasted inside the anthro. Despite being far from the biggest horse in the company, Zhiel was making the most noise whilst breeding his filly. One could only imagine what kind of commands he was huffing and neighing to the submitting wolf while his big onyx orbs boisterously spanked the canine's rear end.

Xartas was swearing like… Well, a foul-mouthed mercenary with thirty inches of horsecock up his ass as Rocky was busy giving him just that. The sexy stud had yet to knock up his rodent mare, or so it seemed. Brann guessed it was because the stallion had already worked out some of its lust before when Xartas had lost at cards. Nevertheless, both the rat and the horse looked equally keen on getting a second load of colts out of Rocky's wildly swinging moneybags. A creamy load of warm foals was an inevitability.

Shiny streaks of horse cum were running down both of Karul's thighs as Cedar had evidently ejaculated inside the muscular buck some moments earlier. Brann caught the couple just in time to see his cervine comrade blasting a huge load of his cum onto the tree he was leaning against. The stallion on top of him whinnied and yanked him by the antlers whilst continuing to smash the anthro's ass with his equine loins. Even from a good distance away, Brann could see Karul leaning back against the horse's thrust, and doing so with impressive vigor. He was having fun for sure.

Quetal, who had been ever so graceful mounting his smilodon master, was now pounding Savors' rear end like he was possessed, performing long, gouging thrusts at the same pace most other stallions were mating normally. The anthro feline groaned and mewled like a lusty tomcat, getting his tailhole turned inside out by such intense, thorough breeding from his mount. One could only fantasize about the kind of jizzbomb the gray stallion was cooking up, seeing how he had yet to ejaculate even from such heated mating. And from the blissful grin on Savros' face and the apparent hardness of his cock it was safe to assume the feline was looking forward to receiving it.

Brann's feelings were no different. Being fucked by Rushak had turned his tailhole into a quivering, clenching mare cunt which wanted nothing more than to feel a big load of liquid colts filling it up and the big stallion to mark his claim with a whinny. Tussling with the beastly horse member felt so exquisite that the otter had grown certain the oncoming ejaculation would surely enslave him to equine dicks forever. And yet he wanted to feel it more than anything in the world. To get his tailhole bred, stuffed, and clogged with hot stallion sperm. He couldn't wait.

And lucky for Brann, neither could his horse.

Harnessing the true essence of being a mare, Brann did his best to clamp down his colon around Rushak's equine love mallet, prompting the stallion to flare his cock and whinny. The next few dozen thrusts were as fast as they were fierce, pounding out three or four orgasms from the anthro otter in the span of just a few seconds. In the midst of the extreme bliss, Brann was too out of breath to even moan as his whole lower half ached from the massive ejaculation his physique was forced to perform on such short notice.

The last rope of otter cum hadn't fully left Brann's cock whenever the mustelid mercenary felt Rushak's member expanding his guts on a whole another level compared to before. The entire length of his colon was squirming and throbbing against the stiff, hot horsecock as it was flared to its maximum dimensions and uncourteously stuffed as deep inside his otter hole as it could fit. The sweaty stallion sheath kissed Brann's sphincter and the full breeding orbs slamming against his ass pulsated like they were about to explode, getting dragged up towards Brann's thick tail as they played their role in the mating act.

Rushak snorted and leaned against Brann. A millisecond later, a massive geyser of equine sperm slammed into the mustelid warrior's guts. Brann felt the tension leaving all his limbs simultaneously and he nearly collapsed from the sensation of having his bowels swell up with horse cum, which stretched his already strained rectal anatomy to its absolute limits. The only reason he didn't collapse, was that Rushak's cock was lodged so deep inside his rear it didn't allow him to fall, nearly holding up his entire body weight on its own. Brann could feel the diameter of his abdomen increasing with hot, dizzying throbs as the ecstatic horse unloaded his colts inside his belly at fast intervals. The liquid splashing about inside his bowels was hot, thick, and incredibly voluminous, filling up each nook and cranny of his lower intestines within a few seconds of the stallion's ejaculation. Had Brann been a real mare he would have gotten knocked up right then. And a part of him kind of wished he would have been. It felt that good to be bred by a stallion.

Brann felt weak, dizzy, heavy, and full. He hung his head in between his arms and gazed at the magnificent dome of brown fur that was his belly, big enough to store at least one healthy foal inside it if not a couple. Rushak's cock was still throbbing inside his ass, as hard and firm as ever even though it was no longer blasting buckets' worth of sperm into the anthro's intestines.

“Haahh~ F-fuck… B-boy! Y-You sure came a lot…" Brann huffed, trying to get used to the feeling of having his belly used as a stallion cum reservoir. “Think you could… Back away? Daddy needs to… Release some of your… Jizz."

Rushak neighed. It was a negative reply. Even Brann understood it.

Before Brann was able to open his mouth again, Rushak had already returned to slamming his haunches against his rump. The otter groaned as he came for the seventh or eighth time, feeling the liquid mass in his bowels being shifted by the stallion's member pistoning back and forth. It appeared that Rushak had worked up quite the rut on the road. And that he wasn't about to let his filly rest until he had emptied his balls a couple more times.

…

Had a stranger ventured into the small campsite by chance, they would have surely fallen on their behinds in surprise, finding a bunch of dirty mercenaries having rough, animalistic sex with their horses in the middle of nowhere. The sound of big stallion balls slapping against mercenary asses echoed throughout the forest almost until morning. As Xartas had guessed, their animal companions could indeed go all night.

As the anthros woke up in the morning from the patch of forest reeking entirely of horse cum, they could each only remember bits and pieces of what had transpired after their bet. Xartas had – by his own account – given Rocky and another stallion a double handjob-blowjob, which matched well with the amount of sperm residue on his head, chest, and shoulders. The rat also admitted to feasting on a few stallion donuts while he had still been lucid.

Tarak didn't have any recollection of handling any other stallion aside from Ykka, who had been extremely possessive about him throughout the whole night. His ass was still drooling a steady stream of colts when he had eventually woken up. And with how swollen his gut was, it was clear he had been in extensive use as a foaldump through the night regardless of the number of his partners

Karul recalled riding Cedar's lap whilst guzzling down Fanjir's massive cock on the side, as well as receiving a creampie from each. He remembered nearly getting the old horse's flare stuck in his throat and almost choking on it. Worse yet, Fanjir had been eager to get a taste of every mare available and tried to move on while the poor stag was still hanging on his cock.

Savros had done some paw play with at least a couple of the stallions, jerking their huge horescocks off with his feet until the studs had blown their loads all over his lap. Just like with Xartas, there was plenty of evidence to support this having occurred. The smilodon also complained about having an extremely sore jaw which suggested that he had blown, or gotten facefucked by one or more stallions.

Verax was in a complete daze and could not remember almost anything after Fanjir's first two loads had rounded out his gut. Back to back loads from the old stud – not to mention the first two – had completely knocked him out.

Brann could vaguely remember seeing the dragon with two different horsecocks plunging in and out of his ass at once while a third stallion had rested its balls on the reptile's face. The otter himself had vague recollections of passionately swapping spit with Rocky and Zhiel, subsequently taking each stallion up his ass separately. In addition, he was fairly certain that Cedar had also mounted him at some point as there were plenty of blonde hair stuck to his back and shoulders. Everything beyond those main strokes was just a blur of ecstatic whinnies, groans and the smell of equine ejaculate.

In the end, the bet was never settled as no one could confirm at which point they passed out from being dicked down by the seven stallions. With their bodies sore and tailholes wide enough to milk any male creature in the realms the group had decided to delay their departure by at least one day, half of which they had spent squatting in the bushes noisily getting rid of the evidence of what had happened the previous night.