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“Big man Jackson likes to throw his weight around now and then. Don’t let him intimidate you too much.”

The words had a way of being intimidating all on their own, especially when they were coming from someone like Hera. The huge bovine spoke with her hands on her hips, peering down at the boys from under a wide-brimmed hat with her horns punched through it. Maybe she cut out some holes first, or maybe she just put it on and let come what naturally did. She towered over her new employees, standing as an unspoken warning to do a damn good job. They stood awaiting further instructions, but they didn’t come.

“Rest of it should be self explanatory. I’m sure he’ll let you know what he needs when you meet him.”

That was the first moment Obie dared take his eyes off the cow. The possum glanced over and caught Cherno’s attention, and found the deer looking equally confused. They knew the pay, and they knew they were meant to tend to the needs of a particularly prized stallion, but beyond that, they had nothing. Neither of them got a chance to open their mouths and even start to ask a question before Hera snorted with impatience.

“Gonna stand around gawking on my dime? Go on, git. He’s been waiting, real patiently I oughta add. Your dads put in a good word for you boys, but I expect you to be [i]working[/i] those cute tushes if I’m gonna be paying you this good.”

When they gave their nods, not really daring to ask her too many questions or waste her time, she called at them before they got away.

“And don’t go thinking you can strut around calling me by my first name just because some folks around here might do it!”

It wasn’t clear why that thought struck her all of a sudden. Neither of them would have even thought of it. They backed off before she could shove them right out the door. There they stood in the dirt of an expansive ranch, not a sound in their ears. The pastures were seemingly endless all around them, so far from the only road back to civilization. Both of them were rural boys in their way, yet somehow that place felt even farther from everything than the forests or the mountains. At least the barn wasn’t easy to miss. That big red thing stood tall and broad in the middle of the ranch, bright as a beacon, a fortress for the precious beasts within. They made their approach.

“Have you ever been much good with animals?” Cherno asked, breaking that nervous silence after their first few paces.

Obie nodded, though hesitantly. “I think we’ve typically seen eye-to-eye. Usually a matter of showing respect and getting it back. Aside from that one damn dog one of my brothers had ... “

“Oh yeah. Bridget, right? I think you told me about her the other day.”

“Yeah. Mean one. But I’m sure our horse won’t be like that, right? I’m not sure what makes us the right picks for this job, but there’s got to be a reason she picked us for this.”

“It’s all nepotism,” the deer said, lightly chuckling. “Hera likes your dad. Mine too, I think.”

“You think she ...?” Obie started his question, but left it hanging, too blushy and scandalized to finish.

“Yeah. Probably.” Cherno briefly imagined it, then shrugged it off. He could think about that later. “Let’s go see what we’re dealing with.”

Of course their heads were swirling with all manner of horrible imaginings. They formed a collective consciousness full of devil-horses and snorting, braying beasts ready to kick them through the sturdy walls of the barn or stomp them into the dirt on sight. Maybe it was some sort of big prank, a hazing for the new boys, putting them in with the most temperamental resident of the whole ranch just to see if they sank or swam. It was enough that two pairs of shaky hands gripped the bar of the front door, sliding it open with no small collective effort from their two girly frames. A place like that wasn’t built for boys their size.

That much was clear when they stepped inside. There were tools and supplies secured on the walls well out of their reach, and the walls of the stalls towered over each of them. Obie especially felt like he’d been suddenly shrunken down, left in a world built for giants like their big boss Hera. He wandered tentatively forward with Cherno close nearby, telling himself there was nothing to fear but fear itself, investigating the stalls one by one.

On their first pass, they found each of them curiously empty, with no sign of recent use either. The whole barn was unusually immaculate for a place of such purpose, well lit, tidy, and even smelling pleasant. It was more like a mansion, one meant for just one special resident, whose appearance explained so much when they at last laid eyes upon their new responsibility.

Jackson was the biggest and most handsome horse they’d ever seen, and it wasn’t the first time they’d seen him, either. There was no mistaking that handsome face. It had caught the eye of each of them at some point. Whether it was posing on the cover of magazines, arranged on the racks in the checkout aisle, or giving that relaxed gaze into the camera on a TV commercial, or just from a clip circulating on one social media site or another, he was a horse whose name meant something. It was easy to see why. Just one look over at them, with that intelligent pair of blue or brown eyes, that easygoing smile, and those fine features all framed by his gorgeous black and white mane, and the boys were good and smitten.

“Howdy, boys. Let’s see now. Cherno and Obadiah was it? Jess told me you were coming by.”

He flicked his thick tail and arched his neck to stretch before turning their way and starting the slow stride towards his new helpers. Despite his size, he had a soft way of plodding along that hardly made him seem a threat at all. He was careful on those hooves, making sure he didn’t get too close to those cute boys and step on any tails or toes.

“Feeling a little starstruck? No need for it. I’m just happy to have the help. Plenty of things I can’t do with these big ol’ hooves. Places I can’t reach myself, know what I mean?” It somehow didn’t seem like innuendo when he said it with that smile. “I won’t work you too hard today, don’t worry. It’ll be a good time just to get to know each other.”

“Ah, hmmm, uhmm, well, I, uh ...” Obie caught himself fumbling and blazed brightly beneath his fur. “Let me try that one again. It’s a pleasure, Jackson. Anywhere you’d like us to start? Oh, I’m Obie by the way. Or everyone calls me that, anyway.”

Meeting a man like that, the possum found himself wondering if he ought to give his full name for a formal introduction. Jackson nodded and turned his eyes towards the deer.

“Pleasure’s all mine, mister Obie. Who’s this good-lookin’ buck beside you/”

“I’m Cherno. Everyone calls me that too. Because ... it’s my name.” He gave an awkward smile, hoping that came off as funny.

“Cherno.” Jackson nodded in acknowledgement. “You any good with a brush?”

“Um ... yeah! Or probably. Guess we’ll find out either way.”

A toss of his head, and he used it to direct them towards a crate, where a case of supplies resided. There was plenty to sift through once Cherno clicked it open. Brushes and combs, hair products, even massage oils. He wasn’t sure which of the many tools to utilize, until Jackson called over.

“Let’s have one of you working the hide, and another the mane. I’ll let you split up those duties how you see fit.” With a pause, he added,”Really appreciate you boys coming by the help out. Hope the boss is paying you well.”

“Ohhh, I’m not too worried about the pay,” Obie blurted, still staring. He put a hand over his mouth as if he could undo that, but it was far too late.

That made Jackson chuckle. His smile was subtle, mostly in his eyes when they weren’t partly concealed by that great long mane. “That’s nice of you to say. How about you get your hands on the comb, then? Might like to look at you a little closer while you work.”

Obie could do that. That left Cherno on brushing duty, which he was happy to do. He took one of the bigger ones, with a strap for his hand so he could put some pressure on it when he applied it to Jackson’s hide. Figuring out where to start took some thinking, but he let some unspoken force guide him. Slowly brushing, rubbing with his free hand, he made sure to be gentle, as if his strength was going to be too much for a horse who outweighed him ten times over.

“Don’t be afraid to put some muscle into it,” Jackson urged, and so Cherno did, faintly pursing his lips with the effort. “Now, as for you Obie, go a little slow at first. Don’t mind if it’s not perfect. You’ll get it.”

Just standing in front of that stud and feeling his gaze working over him was enough to get Obie biting his lip. His attraction was obvious, especially with that kind voice instructing him. He handled all that mane very gingerly as if he might ruin it with the slightest misstep. Jackson gave a little [i]mmm[/i] when he got that comb going. A smooth, careful brush of that elegant, silky mane felt almost as good for Obie as it did for the horse himself.

“It must be hard not being able to do this yourself,” the possum said, only to find himself regretting his words again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to -”

“Nah, ain’t nothing. Just means I get to appreciate all the touches and attention I get.” He tossed his tail, brushing it against Cherno. “Little farther back, if you don’t mind.”

The deer could do that. He wasn’t sure how far to go exactly, but he soon found himself rubbing one of those muscular flanks, admiring the shine on that hide. From that angle he got a pretty good look at those hefty hindquarters, and the prized stallion’s rather massive balls at that. Of course he happened to look. That tail dancing around gave such attractive peeks at everything Jackson had that he was starting to think the stallion was flirting with him. The mere thought made his work clothes a little tighter.

He did his best to hide that fact, right up until he heard the wet smack of lips meeting from the other side of the horse. That didn’t take long. He wasn’t sure who actually initiated that smooch, but just like that, the possum and horse were making out. It was a slow, gentle kiss they shared, one that Jackson naturally dominated given his size. Obie was still faintly trying to comb that mane through it all, as if it was all part of his job, softly moaning into the mouth of the stallion who’d so easily allured him with just a look.

Of course it was turning Cherno on. He’d been thinking about the handsome stallion that way ever since first laying eyes on that painted stud. Tentatively moving a little more, he got his hands and brush alike on that fine ass, and got a pleased flag of the tail in response. The horse had a pleasant musk to him, one that left the deer’s attention on those heavy balls while he faintly flexed and worked with what must have been at least a little arousal of his own. When he looked up, he found himself nearly face to face with a plump, round ring beneath the base of Jackson’s tail that tempted him to just lean forward and bury his face in it, to kiss that handsome ass on the spot.

The horse didn’t seem to mind him breathing so heavily on it. His voice came in a long, deep groan that sounded like pleasure when he slipped from that kiss to look them both over.

“That’s it, boys. No shame in getting flustered. Been some time for me. Hoping you’ll lend me your talented hands for some milking later. But first, no sense leaving you two all worked up.”

He cleared his throat and raised his head, to make his proclamation all the more confident.

“How’s about you both strip right down and we’ll get you some relief? I give some real good head, and I’d love a good taste of you, Obie. And as for you, Cherno ...” He turned his head back, holding the buck transfixed with a mere glance. “Think I might like to feel you fuck this big stallion ass.”

The words struck the deer so hard that his whole body was as rigid as his cock. He stared over that stud, and saw Jackson smiling a little wider at him. Stiff and in sudden, dire need of exactly what was on offer, he couldn’t help but spit out a simple question.

“[i]How?[/i]””

“Just drag a stepladder on over. Should be several to choose from in the next stall. For gentlemen and women of various sizes.” He flashed that pleasant smile of his as Cherno moved off in search, a dazed look in the buck’s eyes.

“Do I need one?” The possum’s voice was very small, as if he was afraid his employer might overhear him - as if his present indulgences weren’t an unspoken part of the job description.

“Don’t think so. Let me see,” Jackson said, and casually dipped his head down, teasing his way along Obie’s chest and then belly with his lips.

When he reached that solid bulge of possum cock, he gave it a casual lick. It was just a small gesture, but with that broad tongue working over his immensely engorged inches, Obie was staggered. Jackson chuckled at the sight of the stumbling, excitedly puffing possum.

“Go on then. Get ‘em down. Might want to find something to hold onto, though. The mane’s an option, if you’re gentle.”

Unfastening a strap without a further thought, tossing off a belt, lowering his worn out bottoms, Obie put his hard shaft on full offer. As for grabbing on, that was where he hesitated slightly. All that work to get that striking black and white plumage dressed up just right, and it would have been a shame to undo it by grabbing too aggressively. Obie hesitated, until it occurred to him that a little more time with the comb wouldn’t have been a bad thing at all. Still, he was careful not to hurt the big guy, as unlikely as that seemed. Gripping softly and curling his toes into the soles of his boots, he did his best to brace for all the attention those talented lips could possibly provide.

Jackson was just teasing for the moment. He gave a few more licks, some small kisses, even sniffed the sweet-smelling boy a few times while he waited for Cherno to get all set up. The buck had all but fallen out of his clothes along the way over. There was a trail of worn out rancher garments to mark his passage. It took him a moment to decide which of the many stepping stools actually suited him. Apparently Jackson welcomed suitors of all sizes. When he made his choice and carried it back, the big stallion greeted him with a flick of his tail as if to remind him of that big, donut-shaped goal. The buck was all over it once he stepped up to the proper height.

Figuring out how exactly to start was another story. Cherno spread his arms wide to get them around the horse’s hips, cock stiff, already shooting a thin strand of prespunk onto his intended target. Did he just grab on and start thrusting? He knew how to fuck, but he wanted to make sure Jackson got everything he wanted too. The stallion gave one more teasing slurp along the possum’s stiff shaft, then glanced back to offer his words of encouragement.

“No need to fuss about it. Anything you get up to back there, I’m sure to enjoy. Just go with what feels right for you, bucko.”

The sound of the stud’s voice had a way of making all worries go away. It was much easier for Cherno to think about how hot it was that he was going to [i]fuck[/i] that stallion. Somehow it still felt like Jackson was totally in control, even as the deer pushed under that lifted tail and slowly, yet confidently penetrated the taut ring of that muscled ass. The first thrust had his hooves briefly slipping on the stepladder, but he found his bearings in time. Sinking deeper and deeper brought an approving snort of pleasure from Jackson, and soon the horse worked out all his gratitude on the possum so modestly grasping him by the mane.

He was a stud of many talents, and engulfing that cock deep in his mouth, poised on his tongue, nestled in balls-deep against his lips, he showed off another. A slow, smooth suck kept Obie on the very verge of screaming. He held back just enough, but it was all over his face. Cherno might have chuckled at him if he wasn’t getting so much from the gentle in and out that came with fucking that big horse’s backside just as he’d been directed. Jackson snorted through his suckles, tossing his tail back and forth to tease the buck mounting him, encouraging that deer to speed up and show no mercy. It wasn’t like that one-ton stud was delicate.

Working the boys up into a nice, slick thumping pace, he got that poss pumping his hips back and forth too. Obie humped that generous mouth and got such attentive sucks and licks in return. The horse was [i]enjoying[/i] his taste, from the wet feel of it. He got more every time the possum spurted yet more precum onto his tongue. Jackson was doing a damn good job milking that out with his steady suckling, and the occasional curl of his tongue beneath Obie’s balls to add some extra stimulation only got that poss moaning for him all the louder.

Cherno wasn’t far behind when it came to making noise. Just a short time thrusting into that ass, feeling the pleasured squeezes milking him the entire time, and he had all but doubled over onto the horse’s haunches. Jackson bucked his hips just a tiny bit to rouse that deer and keep him going. It was a panting, sweating process, but it was worth it to pound his nuts up tight to that plump hole, slapping them against the soft ring that hugged him down to the very base of his dick, urging him on, keeping him thrusting with all the strength he could muster, staving off his growing exhaustion. If the stud wanted him to [i]fuck[/i], Cherno was just going to have to channel his own inner stallion.

Obie was losing the fight against a classic poss scream. Instead, he let a whimper out that caught Jackson’s attention. The horse glanced up at the straining boy, and simply gave him a muffled [i]mmhmm[/i] as means of permission. There was no need to [i]perform[/i] for him. He knew he was good at what he did. That included sucking cute boys dry, until they were up on the tips of their toes, rocking back and forth, tugging that mane just slightly too hard for comfort, but Jackson didn’t mind that either. He didn’t stop. Sucking the poss good and deep, slurping him from tip to nuts and even to taint, he worked up a good slop of spit and pre, gulping it all down as a demonstration of just how good he drank those juices. He wasn’t letting go until Obie gave him just what he wanted, and he didn’t have to wait long.

One more thrust of his hips, and Obie lost himself with a whiplike lash of his tail in the air. He kept his fingers buried deep in that slightly mussed mane, humping that warm mouth, feeling the horse snort into his sweaty fur while he went off. Eyes closed and head turned straight up until his hat was barely hanging on his head, the possum lost himself to that unique gift of pleasure granted to him by the prized stallion sucking on his cock. He pressed those nuts up tight to Jackson’s lips and let himself cum it all out, releasing that tension while he rocked from heels to toes, pumping it all straight down the horse’s throat. The sound of approving [i]hmms[/i] accompanied those deep, luxuriant gulps while the stud drank every drop.

He wasn’t letting up on Cherno either. The deer had to make sure to hold on tight to that big, strong backside to keep from getting knocked right off the small ladder. He was up for a challenging ride. It made him buck and snort like a horse himself, throwing his weight forward, showing Jackson what he was made off with a deep, plowing thrust to finish off. He felt a few twitches and squeezes from the big horse when he bottomed out inside that prized backside, though he didn’t actually make that stallion cum. A small disappointment when he considered just how good it felt to blow his thick, pent up load inside all that big, handsome horse.

Humping those haunches, rocking on the ladder, clutching those hips, Cherno let it all out with a little bleat. Not the most masculine sound in the world, but at least he didn’t whimper. He fucked and drained his nuts into that fine ass as Jackson slowly lifted his head from Obie’s cock. Of course he had to look so very handsome and seductive while he was getting filled up with an impressive amount of cum. From someone so much smaller than him, at least. Cherno bucked his hips until he was all out of steam, settling down into a sweaty, panting finish, still buried deep within the horse for a little longer.

Jackson was patient while the boys recovered. Obie found himself leaning on the wall of the stall just to keep from falling to his knees. His cock was soaked in saliva and still dripping some last juices, still mostly stiff and firming up again at the memory of what it felt and sounded like to have the horse gulp down his cum. Cherno gave a few more small, milking thrusts just to make sure he was good and drained, sprawled across the stud’s sweaty back before slipping out. He left a sizable creampie dripping down Jackson’s taint and balls, painting that hide with one more big splotch of white he stepped back down to let the draft stallion tower over him again.

The horse licked his lips and offered each of them a playful smile as they stared back at him, present but not entirely there.

“Jess was right about you boys. Really know how to please a man.” His compliments always sounded genuine, along with everything else he said. He gave a small nod downwards, where his cock was jumping and twitching with enough enthusiasm to thump against his belly. “Your hard work has got me all sorts of heated now. Got a few ideas how to help me deal with it, if you’re so inclined.”

One glance at their panting, sweat-damped faces, and their fully firm cocks that never got close to softening even after all the release he gave them told him all he needed to know. They were ready to serve him, however he decided he needed.

[b]Ending 1: Girls[/b]

“Looking at you, only one thing seems right. Got a suggestion to make for you boys,” he eventually said, with an air of mystery over the casual statement.

They perked up together and listened without interrupting. He took his time looking them over one by one, as if seeing them for the first time. Up and down went his gaze, taking in their every single detail while they merrily throbbed for him, dripping with anticipation. He cleared his throat and stated his conclusions in the same tone as ever.

“I think you’d be better as girls. At least for my particular purposes.”

A wink at them was enough to make even the most outlandish statement make a lot of sense. There was no immediately responding to that, for as many questions

“Not meaning any offense, of course. You two make fine, fuckable boys. Just thinkin’ about how good you’d look with a pair of tits on each of you. And something I can breed.”

Finally, Obie broke the boys’ stunned silence.

“How ... would that work, exactly? Hypothetically speaking anyway.”

Jackson nodded his head towards a medicine cabinet marked with a cross, somewhere opposite his stall.

“Real simple. Got a good doc comes by every now and then to help keep me right. Good with her hands, too. Should be a couple doses of her special somethin’ in there, ready to go.” He offered the possum one of those smiles. “I’m told it feels real good to swap over, too.”

The boys exchanged a look. Cherno found himself unconsciously reaching up to touch his antlers. They [i]were[/i] a little loose lately. It wasn’t the usual season for them to fall, but maybe it was a sign. He looked up and down the stallion right back, picturing himself beneath all that bulk, taking that prized seed for himself. Or herself. Whatever. The thought got him going enough that he ended up needing to lick his lips to keep from drooling a little. His job was to keep that stud pleased and satisfied anyway. That meant taking his suggestions.

With a merry clop of hooves, he moved out of that stall to go explore the stash of medicines and brews. There were two bottles stored here, in corked glass bottles like potions. Neither of them had a label, but they seemingly held the same pinkish contents. He took one and popped the top, sniffing the faint mist that wafted out. It was sweet. Appetizing even, like a dessert or a smoothing he really wanted to drink. His own lack of hesitation surprised even him. He was already halfway done with the bottle by the time Jackson spoke again.

“Just a sip should do you - oh, hmm. Alright then. Brace yourself.”

He didn’t sound too worried. Nonetheless, Cherno stopped, lowering the bottle with a little [i]ahhh[/i]. It tasted as good as it smelled, going down warm and smooth, filling him with an inner tingle that spread out from his core until it reached the tips of his fingers. He even felt it in his hooves somehow, or so he would have sworn. What started as a relaxing sensation grew to much more than that in the span of just a few seconds. He recoiled at the sudden shock of pleasure that left him weak in the knees. A little longer with that and he outright collapsed, moaning like a shout, touching himself in all new ways.

That was all it took to make him a doe. Her antlers dropped in an instant, as if they’d never been attached. The new she grasped her chest as her breasts grew heavier and heavier beneath her touch. Squeezing those squishy, sensitive tits brought more noises out of her, none of them elegant. She was whining, bleating, almost screaming from the pleasure of the transformation itself, and everything it gave her. That was all before she so much as sampled the contours of her fresh cunt. The transformation had been so pleasurable she missed all the finer details, making shrill noises in a voice softer than her old one that only grew more intense when she dared reach down between her thighs.

It was almost too much. She was so wet, so tender she couldn’t bear more than a slight stroke. That was enough to get her kicking her legs and writhing all over with the potent inner ache she’d developed. Maybe that was what being in heat was like. She moaned some more and rolled around in the hay, trembling outwardly and internally alike. Such a display had a way of making a case for that mysterious substance she’d ingested. Obie wasn’t far behind after watching that.

There was a little left in the first bottle, but he went for the second. He wanted a full dose. Chugging down that sweet, tempting something seemed like the most responsible choice he could make when the rewards were that great. It didn’t take him long before was completely overcome. Cherno was only just getting a hold of herself when a busty possum girl collapsed onto her, squirming and hissing her newfound delight at everything that was coming over her body. The doe wasn’t any help. She couldn’t help but play with Obie’s new tits, squishing them nice and deep no matter how much it made that poss scream. The two of them eventually managed to muffle their silly sounds by making out with their new busts pressed tightly together.

It was tempting to just go for a literal roll in the hay right there, trying out their new bodies and sampling all the new pleasures they could experience. Yet Jackson’s voice reminded him of their duties. He wasn’t pushy, but they were immediately attentive to his words anyway.

“Easy as that. Looks like I was right. Why don’t you ladies come on back here and get those fine tits wrapped around my cock?”

Giggling their way over, tripping on one another in their excitement, they returned to the stud eyeing them up. Juices dripped down their thighs as they moved. They were giddy with lust, lost in a daze, steaming with the heat emanating from their bodies. Being that horny, that breedable in the presence of a stud like him was [i]dangerous[/i], and they knew it. That didn’t stop them from getting down beneath the big bulky stud and tending to his stallionhood without any need for further instruction. He’d been so patient, letting them transform and play with themselves while he was so urgently throbbing away. The sigh that escaped him when they got their hands and tongues on his dick was one of relief, long before he even found the release he needed.

Cherno couldn’t get enough of that taste. She knew how valuable those precious leaking juices even were. Even the breeding stud’s pre was probably worth something - and probably more than capable of knocking her up if it dripped down her body far enough. Obie was busy tending to the balls that helped produce all that mess, lapping at them, rubbing her face against them to help mop up some of Jackson’s sweat. Yet neither of them forgot what he’d suggested to them. No matter how sensitive they were, no matter how much it made them tingle and huff with pleasure, they got that perfect cock all wrapped up in their cleavage before he had to wait too long.

Squishing their busts together, they positioned the flared tip of that shaft between them so they could alternate between making out with it and each other. Sometimes they ended up licking each other on the face in the process of slurping that dick and lapping up everything it offered them, giggling between slow strokes of their breasts up and down all those stiff inches. Jackson’s approval was immediate and obvious when he nickered for them, grunting as they massaged his cock with their new tits. Every slide got slicker and brought even more moans from the girls. They were enjoying it every bit as he was.

Cherno might have snuck a few touches of herself into the mix, but she remained focused, both hands on her breasts to rub from flare to balls. She took one side and Obie took the other, the possum happily lashing her tail about while horse prejizz ran down her silvery fur and helped highlight her thickened curves. Jackson stomped a hoof and rocked his hips with their natural rhythm, giving them more and more of a reward with every thrust between that full grip of their busts, painting their faces, matting their hair down to their heads in rich, drenching horse musk. It was only going to get thicker.

Flexing his cock and bulging his flare against their lips, veins bulging between their tits, Jackson snorted and snuffed his way through that perfect spoiling attention until he simply couldn’t help but spill his seed all over them. Another stomp, a sudden, firm thrust, and a triumphant whinny preceded him going extra rigid between their tits and letting off all that pressure in an eruption of cum even more plentiful than they could have ever anticipated. They all but vanished under the torrent that painted their new bodies, baptizing them as the cumsluts they were meant to be.

It might have been a waste of something that could bring such a return, but keeping him relaxed and relieved was an important part of tending to him too. How good they looked all covered in horse spunk was just a bonus. They made sure not too much of it hit the ground. Taking turns, they got in front of that firehose until they were bowled right over by the blast splashing their faces and tits, and painting down every other inch of their bodies once they were down for the count together. Jackson didn’t stop cumming, gritting his teeth and bucking his hips, leaving those girls buried in his seed, so drenched they were close to immobile, submerged, marked down, and yet still ready for more.

Jackson’s shaft dropped for mere moments in the aftermath of that release. He nodded, then tossed his head with a puff of satisfaction, hard again by the time they wiped their faces and coughed their way back to the surface as if climbing out of a lake of horse cum. They slipped and struggled, but helped each other up in time so they were ready for the stud’s directions. With their hair clinging to them and their fur matted down, deeply coated in his marking scent, they were almost indistinguishable from each other. Just a pair of curvy, pure white ladies dripping before him. He was just going to have to go by height.

“Mighty good job getting me warmed up. Can’t say I’m satisfied yet, though. Looking at you two, I can’t stop thinking how good you’d look carrying my foals.” He gave a lick of his lips, peering at them in turn. “I reckon that’s a mighty intimidating prospect, though. If you’re not up for it on your first day, that’s more than fine.”

Obie tried to interject, but she ended up swallowing too much cum instead and just coughed. Cherno patted her on the back and said what the poss was probably thinking anyway.

“What if we are, though?”

The little chuckle from the horse was worth the boldness. He nodded over to the next stall.

“Got the breeding mount all set up, ready for milking. Some solid straps on that thing. Should keep you in place while I do my thing, if you’re up for it.” He paused, giving them a flirty gaze. “Course, you understand that letting me cum inside ya while you’re like this is gonna have [i]consequences.[/i]”

There was another exchange of glances between the pair. They moved a little more tentatively after that, as a pair. The mount wasn’t hard to find. Jackson let them go by to explore, inspecting that solid piece of equipment for themselves. There was a sturdy bar hanging over it, to answer the question of how he balanced on his hind legs. Just getting up on that thing was a task they weren’t immediately sure they could handle, especially in their slippery state. Obie hopped a couple times but couldn’t get a grip until Cherno decided to help the shorter girl out. Either she was being generous, or she was going right ahead and volunteering Obie for the first round. Getting her secure with those thick straps locking her down to the device, all spread out and on offer to the stud put a devious smirk on the doe’s lips.

The possum couldn’t help but tug and test those restraints just to see if she was really stuck like that. Nothing moved. There was no give, no looseness to squirm out of. She was trapped there until Cherno helped her escape, and Jackson was slowly making his way over, cock on display, hard, ready to breed. The thumping anticipation had the possum girl raising and lowering her hips, grinding at the air, trembling, murmuring. Her pussy clenched up on nothing at all. Making her first time with a horse was a terrible idea, especially for someone her size. Yet somehow she just knew that stud was going to treat her right.

Jackson took his time, knowing how much of an effect his mere presence was having on his new broodmare. He sniffed her a couple times, when he got close, taking in the scent of her heat through his own musk. Her need was simply that strong. A quick gesture of his head told Cherno to stand back. The deer gave him some space so he could leap up onto that support bar. Obie was putting a lot of trust in that thing, with the horse poised overtop of her, massive and heaving with the kind of lust that made him huff and grunt, almost growling in his horse voice. Jackson was a polite man, but he was still a stud with a need to breed, thrusting in the air, raining precum down on his partner until he found his mark.

Pressing that flare between the possum’s thighs brought an initial scream from Obie’s mouth. It was her natural reaction to most exciting things, the pitch altered by her transformation. Passing out wasn’t uncommon for her either, but she focused hard to keep from losing herself when the horse started spreading her out. It didn’t seem possible, or at least it was sure to be dangerous, but she felt nothing but pure pleasure when she got her pussy stretched by that big fat stud cock, swelling out with the size of it moving up along her belly, even sinking painlessly into her womb. Jackson knew what he was doing. Or he was using some sort of magic. It really didn’t need an explanation for the possum when she was getting stretched taut and clenching up tight around all that dick, writhing and shuddering in her binds, shaking that breeding mount when she almost panicked over the pleasure pumping through her body.

Cherno stood by, daring to touch herself very carefully with just one finger while she watched. She only wanted to edge herself, not slip into orgasm early or drive herself mad waiting. It kept her soaking wet through the process of watching that big damn horse fuck the transformed poss. The size difference was simply obscene, making the first medial-deep thrust resonate through Obie’s body and seemingly shake the entire barn at once. Jackson gave a dominant grunt that got an echo in the form of Obie’s whimpering. She was dazed in an instant, staring up with utter adoration for the massive beast fucking her full of precum with every single slow, careful, yet enormously powerful thrust of his haunches.

Transforming like that didn’t come with experience. Obie had no idea how to handle that much pleasure at once, touching all those new, sensitive nerves. She was rattling and shaking all over in seconds, lasting maybe three or four thrusts before she screamed her way to orgasm. What a sound it was, throaty and shrill all at once, leaving her blanking out and arching her hips helplessly into that cock buried inside her. She never passed out, at least. Instead, she squirted for her stud and gave him all the juicy encouragement he needed to fuck her a little harder, a little deeper, even if it meant putting a bulge in her belly that was beyond excessive.

Cherno watched the slick slide of that shaft plunging in and out of those wet folds, she watched the swing and thump of Jackson’s balls against that soft mount, the slow flagging of the stud’s tail going higher and higher when the horse’s puffing grew more frequent. Obie might have still been cumming or she might have been building to another orgasm by the time she felt that flare expand even wider inside her womb. It was more than enough to set her off all over again, squirting for a second time before Jackson even bred her.

Watching him cum inside someone was every bit worth waiting for her turn. Cherno stood by, leaning against the stall, moaning out loud at the sight alone. Jackson bucked and rode that poss hard, driving into her as deep as he could safely go. Surprisingly much of that fat horsecock fit snug inside the cocksleeve of a possum, leaving Obie stretched before the horse even finished. A nicker, a snort, and a long, manly groan of pleasure drowned out all else but the squelching. Obie might have been making noises of her own, but the [i]glissssh[/i] of her getting her pussy filled right up by that hefty breeding stud. She knew in an instant she was getting knocked up, until she hardly knew anything at all anymore.

Swelling until she was stupid, bloated with prized cum, flooded and overflowing while that seed [i]took[/i], Obie fell mostly limp in the aftermath of that explosive release. Jackson remained where he was, mounted up and draining his nuts inside her even when it was quite clear poor Obie had fallen completely unconscious. It was only for a few seconds, and a few more ropes of thick spunk inside her. When she blinked back to awareness, she immediately launched into another orgasm that drained every last drop of energy left in her body.

Jackson remained where he was, mounted up and ever so slowly slipping out of her sex when he was all out of cum. He left that poss round, wobbling, drooling, staring. She couldn’t get out of those straps herself anymore. Cherno had to help her. Jackson’s cock eventually flopped out of Obie, leaving a waterfall between those silver thighs while the deer rescued the poss from her bindings. She had to move quickly to catch the sloshing girl before she tumbled right off the edge of the mount. It was a long way to the ground. Cherno stumbled, but she gathered that full poss in her arms and helped her down while Obie groaned and faintly mumbled some nonsense in the aftermath of getting bred that hard.

Jackson jumped down. He was patient as ever, but his cock was already rising up to its full size all over again just by getting a good look at Cherno. His gaze wasn’t expectant so much as it was just patient. The doe didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to. That kind of flexibility was exactly what had her scrambling to climb up on the mount for herself. It was a solid effort, but she needed a little push, one that Jackson was kind enough to provide, tucking his head under that cute deer butt to give her a boost to where she needed to be.

Cherno got herself up, balancing precariously for a moment, then took to working with those straps. Getting locked in on her back looked fun, but whatever whim struck her soon guided her to turn herself over and present that short, lifted tail to the stallion. Jackson waited for her to tie herself down. She started with her legs, though she ran out of hands to finish tightening her last wrist strap. Leaning in without a word, the horse got his teeth on that and pulled it until it was taut and unyielding, leaving that doe face down with her pussy bared to the breeding stallion, knowing damn well she was about to get pregnant. The thought left her whole body blazing. She was going to die if she didn’t let him knock her up, she was pretty sure.

Hearing and feeling the stud move left her shivering. She couldn’t really look back to get a full glimpse of him from that position. Instead, she just braced herself while he mounted up and thumped his cock down on her butt and back. He teased his way between her cheeks, looking like he was just going to tease her by fucking her ass for a moment, but he soon found his spot after a few thrusts slipped off the mark. He pressed those folds open and stretched the doe’s pussy until she bleated for him or just moaned his name in the most whorish voice she could muster.

Sinking, humping, driving that dick deep, stretching her out with a belly bulge that travelled smoothly up along her underside, the horse took it nice and slow, but not as slow as Cherno thought he might need to. Her body could [i]take[/i] him. Maybe some excessive elasticity came standard with the shady magic potion or whatever it was she’d ingested to put her in that vulnerable state. It really didn’t matter to her. She needed that cock, and she got it, even when it meant pushing up to the top of her womb and stretching her out to ridiculous levels. He wasn’t even especially thrusting yet, giving just a few small humps while he got himself in position. Once he was as close to balls-deep as he was going to get, letting the doe feel those nuts tensing up and down against the back of her thighs, he finally began to fuck her like a proper mare.

The first mighty swing of those haunches sent a shockwave through Cherno’s entire body, and it didn’t stop there. That big man fucked his girl like a proper beast, sweating and slathering her up while he humped, grinding between thrusts but mostly just plunging nice and deep, even if it meant breaking her. In the pleasant sense, of course. Cherno wasn’t hurting, but she was definitely losing her grip on herself. She panted doggishly, drooling on the breeding mount while she got humped and plowed, clutching that soft surface, rolling with the thrusts as best she could. Jackson was going harder and faster than he’d even given the possum. Cherno was a bigger girl than Obie, but even she was starting to doubt if she could possible hold up to that ass-slapping, spine-curling, pounding, huffing [i]fuck[/i] he was giving her.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out how much she could take. It wasn’t the sheer power of his thrusts that did it, though that definitely helped. What really set her off was feeling that medial ring popping in and out of her up against the perfect spot, rendering her incoherently cumming as if on command. She barely got a chance to build up to it. Her body granted her pure release, and Jackson took full advantage of that squeezing, squirting pussy to drive ever so slightly deeper and let her feel his nuts pulling up tight against her backside. He was in so deep Cherno was more condom than deer, but she managed to endure, impaled, long enough to get the breeding she craved with every aspect of her existence.

Jackson proclaimed it as loud as he could for all the ranch to hear when he bottomed out inside the doe and knocked her up on the very first shot of cum. Cherno knew it. Her body was flooded with so many good things, it couldn’t have meant anything else aside from the deep, primal satisfaction of getting impregnated by such a perfect stud. She had no choice but to let him drain those nuts inside her, to be his mare, to take a flooding load of top-dollar cum until her bloated belly left her arching her hips up just to take some of the pressure off. She was getting heavier, rounder, and moaning for him so loudly he was pretty sure her employer was going to hear. Hera probably didn’t judge.

Jackson snorted his way down to a finish, still spurting a generous amount even when his body started to relax. He hosed down that womb and left the deer sloshing and jostling, possibly even more than he did the possum. His cock was finally going soft, for real. The stud was satisfied, at least for a short while. Slowly lowering himself down and slipping out of that creamed cunt, he left Cherno to tighten up again in the aftermath of getting fucked by a draft stallion. She was surprisingly resilient, far from ruined, at least on a physical level. The state she was in, she was surprised she could still understand language. Jackson nudged at her with his nose, fondly, and tugged those straps a few times with his mouth just to confirm what he assumed.

“Can’t much get you out of there myself. Let me go get a hand and you’ll be free in no time. Been mighty good girls for me, I’ve got to say.”

Cherno couldn’t see it, but she could sense that smile, the same one that had so tempted her into doing everything Jackson suggested in the first place. She had nothing more to do but wait and drip, hoping she wasn’t too embarrassed to be seen like that. Jackson departed while the girls panted and murmured to themselves, far too dazed to feel much shame, even when a pair of familiar voices made themselves known a few minutes later.

“Really? Right on the first day?” Olen didn’t sound especially surprised. Not much the older buck’s son-turned-daughter got wrapped in really shocked him.

“That’ll happen,” Lazarus said with a soft nod. The vulture passed no judgment on his possum offspring. He just waited to see if those two needed a hand walking back home. Assuming, of course, Jackson wasn’t keeping them overnight.

[b]Ending 2: Broken[/b]

“You boys got more in you, I’m sure. Wouldn’t leave me all high and dry after you got me all worked up, would you?”

Though his tone remained the same, there was something ever so slightly pushier about his words. He gave Obie a gaze with a hint of sternness, as if that possum [i]owed[/i] him. The way his cock was thumping his underside like that, the horse was in need of some release. Though it wasn’t urgent enough that he lost control of himself in the slightest. He remained as steady as ever when he directed Obie where he wanted him.

“Wouldn’t mind feeling your dick sliding down mine. Ever done that before? Not many big enough for someone like you, I reckon.”

Obie wasn’t to be dissuaded from doing the best job he possibly could, but he did hesitate slightly at that particular command. Stepping around the big horse’s flanks, he reached down to tenderly stroke that shaft again, holding it up to see what all that girth looked like next to his own.

“Oh, really? Does that feel good?”

Jackson gave a short nod. “For you? So I’m told. For me? Hell yeah it does. Even better, and you’ll have to excuse me for it, but I love making you cute ones feel a little small, you know? It ain’t that you are, just in comparison-like.”

“Well, I mean, I always thought they looked pretty fuckable ... ones like yours, I mean. Thought I was just being weird.”

“Not weird at all. Now’s your chance to find out. Drain those balls in mine and I’ll give it back to you a few times over once I’m buried in your backside.”

He grinned, more broadly than his usual flirty smirk. Obie didn’t see it, but Cherno did. The deer was content to stand by and wait for his own command. If Jackson needed him licking anything in particular while he worked Obie over, he was ready. Until then, he got to watch that poss tentatively grip all that cock in both hands, lining himself up while he leaned against Jackson’s side. The angle wasn’t perfect but it was plenty workable, and eventually he got his tip pressed up against that flare, seeking that leaking hole to get his shaft lubed up in even more than the spit the horse left on it.

A slow, careful push, as if he was afraid he might somehow hurt that big man, and Obie penetrated that big, stiff cock. Jackson gave a pleased snort and tapped a hoof, tossing his tail about near Cherno’s face, but he didn’t complain one bit. Obie was doing a good job. He nodded his approval when the possum glanced back for it, and so Obie kept on pushing deeper and deeper. There was plenty of room to bottom out with a little squeak, like he’d suddenly become a mouse just from experiencing a whole new pleasure like that.

“Mhm. Keep it going, boy. Fuck that cock.”

Words that lewd were ever so casual coming from Jackson’s mouth, like they were the most ordinary things to say. They were still sexy, though. Plenty enough to encourage Obie to start thrusting, to slip back and forth in all that pre, getting himself lubed up from tip to balls in a glossy layer of the horse’s rising desire. His knees buckled slightly and he clutched the stud for support while he buried himself balls deep in all that horsecock, letting the natural throbs and squeezes that resulted milk him until he was rigid and shaking a little.

It didn’t take him long to fill up those nuts. Just a few good thrusts in that tight, warm shaft and he couldn’t hold back anymore. The possum was all but doubled over by then, hand slowly sliding down Jackson’s sweaty side until he lost all control. A sudden jolt of his hips didn’t bother the horse any. Obie was free to fuck and bury himself in that much bigger cock until he couldn’t help but cum straight down it. He nestled his balls against that flare and let Jackson milk him, until it really wasn’t clear who was fucking who, until he pumped himself to a shaky finish, getting every last drop deep inside that plump, shiny, sweat-dripping sack.

Jackson swayed his hips as if to slosh that cum around a little while Obie slowly slipped back out of him. The poss was plenty shaky by then. He staggered back and found himself with his back against a table, seemingly a simple one at first. A better look revealed all manner of straps and buckles dangling from its sides, like something more likely to be found in a typical mad scientist’s lab than a barn. All Obie needed was a little nudge to tip over on top of it, and Jackson swiftly shadowed him to all but completely hide him under all that bulk.

The thing was weight activated like a boobytrap. Those straps went up, propelled by some mechanism or another, wrapping around both bodies at once. Cherno stared, startled by the sight, slightly worried for his smaller buddy, but Obie didn’t make a peep of complaint all through the binding process. The table lowered beneath the poss, and he didn’t go with it. Instead, he found himself strapped to the horse’s underside, with a cock poised between his legs. All it took was a little adjusting, and Jackson could get everything he wanted and needed, pushing that cock against Obie’s taut hole, slowly sinking inside with the power of those muscular haunches.

Cherno watched that ass flexing while Jackson worked to fuck the poss tied to him. Obie didn’t have much he could do, other than cling on and help along the process, keeping that horse all lined up. Jackson was a big damn beast and he was just a modest-sized possum, but somehow spreading out around all that girth didn’t disturb him too much. Aside from another of those silly squeaks again, eventually followed by a pleasured hiss he couldn’t hold back. That horse fucked him slow and firm, like the caring stud he was, working that big, sweaty stallion body to leave Obie moaning his girliest moans for him.

Even being relatively gentle, the might of the big horse was a slightly frightful sight to behold when he was pumping with that much power. He worked his hips in big jumps and bounces, huffing as he fucked, stretching that boy a little more with each stroke. Obie was making Cherno a little jealous, getting plowed by the horse like that, but there was anticipation and maybe slight dread that his turn was coming too. Nothing was going to drain those huge, swinging nuts for good. The deer watched them bounce and plap, swinging perspiration in all directions once the stallion really got going.

He pushed past Obie’s moans and made that poss give some much more desperate groans and even screams. Nothing sounded unpleasant, though it did sound startled and maybe a bit worried. Jackson stretched that boy more and more, pushing him to his limit, fucking him as deeply as possible, smacking a swinging pair of balls against his butt and the base of his tail over and over. Puffing, firing up like a train, blowing steam from his nostrils, Jackson worked to break that boy in and fill him right up, with a little of his own cum and so much more of the stallion’s expensive spunk.

Milking it all out with a sizable neigh and plenty of gruff grunts and snorts, Jackson completely drowned out Obie’s own moans with the thumping, the puffing, and soon the potent [i]squelching[/i] of all that cum getting pumped inside. He made that boy cum all over both their bellies while Obie swelled and swelled. The straps remained firm. [i]All[/i] of that load was going inside the cute possum boy, even if it meant leaving him overflowing, even drooling it and coughing it up by the time those big fat nuts finally stopped flexing out that huge, sweltering orgasm.

Obie dangled there, helplessly bound. Cherno naturally moved to help out when everything calmed down, but Jackson seemed to know what he was doing. He gave a little shake of his body, rocking his carry-on partner back and forth, and everything started loosening one by one. It was enough warning to keep from just dropping Obie on his ass. That didn’t help the possum. He plummeted off that cock and collapsed in the dust, leaking from a well-stretched but far from ruined hole. It was just going to take him a little time to recover and walk again. If Jackson gave him the chance.

Standing above the boy, his cock dropping just enough to hang in Obie’s face, the horse made a small adjustment to catch the poss right on the tip of his pointed muzzle. One quick swipe was just a tease, but the second was something else. Jackson huffed a hot breath when his dick nestled against Obie’s snout and latched right on as casually as breathing. It was so effortless that the possum didn’t even seem to react much, or maybe he simply couldn't after getting rutted and broken down like that. He remained stretched out, arms wide even as that horsecock started slipping a little further over his face, dousing him the fur-drenching musk coming from that stallion.

Cherno didn’t interfere. He didn’t so much as get too close, seeing how easy it was for Jackson to just start swallowing a cute boy he wanted. That mottled cock stiffened up again once it had a grip on his prey. Jackson didn’t even seem to need to do much. His body knew what to do. Gripping and tugging with every flex, he started swallowing that well-fucked possum, squeezing more and more cum out of Obie’s creamed ass, soaking that pink and black tail in it all while the shape of the poss bulged upwards along that shaft. Jackson’s dick was more than strong enough to pull someone right up off the ground with the force of its throbs alone.

Stuffing, swallowing, dunking that cutie deep inside him made the horse moan a little. Those weren’t the regular horse noises. That was just a big man enjoying himself. He kept his eyes closed while he worked over Obie’s full belly and wide hips. The poss was fucking that cock again, sliding his shaft inside along with the rest of himself. Once his prey was nothing but a pair of legs sticking out of a fat flare, Jackson turned his head back to look at Cherno. Maybe he was asking a silent question about what the deer thought of the sight of that friend of his starting to stretch and sag those nuts Cherno had been so admiring. Maybe he just wanted to tease a little more with such a gaze.

It only took a little longer to feed the entire possum down into Jackson’s balls, complete with a juicy slurp of that tail. Juices misted out and dripped to the ground, leaving that squirmy shape settling into the centre of those two smooth, black orbs, pushing out to disturb their perfect roundness. It was hard to tell if Obie was struggling, or if he was just trying to get comfortable. The occasional [i]mmmf[/i] might have been panic, a call for help, or maybe even a moan. There wasn’t much Cherno could do, and it didn’t take him long to receive his instructions.

“Watch what happens now,” Jackson simply said, and Cherno did exactly as he was told.

The first clench brought a much more prominent [i]HMMF[/i] from Obie, a startled cry while the boy got compressed down to a visible outline. Cherno could see how hard Obie was, swimming around in all that overpowering scent like that, getting rubbed on from all sides. The pressure built and built, but the poss held on through the first squeeze. It was the second that started doing him in. Jackson relaxed, let his nuts loosen around his prey, gurgling away on that boy, and then he pulled up even tighter until Cherno could watch those features squishing down flat and resembling Obie a little less with each passing moment.

That still wasn’t enough. It was hard to say if the process was going especially fast, or if Obie was proving resilient. He was already smoothing over and sinking down into the nut-stuffing load sloshing all around him, but he wasn’t gone yet. Jackson needed to [i]work[/i] to melt that handsome thing down. The steady gurgles and groans were much like digestion, slicking and slopping that softening boy until there was more or less a lump with something of a face nestled in the centre of that sack. Jackson worked his muscles to really squeeze him down, to flatten and smooth his prey, to squish him into nothing more than even more of that thick horse cum and pack his balls even tighter and smoother.

One more long, lingering squeezing, building and building the tension was enough to make the remaining outline of the possum sink suddenly inward with a muffled gasp cut short with total silence in its place. A long, hefty [i]churrrrrrn[/i] followed, finishing off the last fine details, smoothing them all down, leaving Obie nothing more than some sloshing weight swinging back and forth between the stallion’s hind legs. And Jackson was definitely going to need some help letting off all that extra pressure.

The horse stamped a front hoof on the table in front of him, and it rose right back up, seemingly resetting all its mechanisms. It was ready for another suitor. The horse turned half his body to the deer and spoke in a voice far more commanding than anything he’d used before then.

“Get your face down on this thing and keep that tail up for me. I want to see if you’re still a boy by the time I’m done with you.”

It was the kind of thing that had Cherno all but leaping to comply. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a choice so much as he had zero will to do anything but what Jackson told him. That horse wanted him there, he was going to get him there. The device worried him slightly at a glance. It reminded him of something a longtime friend liked to build. Maybe he was even right in that assessment, but that didn’t matter. He offered himself up to its whims, and swiftly found himself shadowed by the stud behind him so he could get properly strapped to Jackson’s underside, with a prey-fed cock pointed right at his rump.

Stepping into a smooth, well-lubed thrust like that left the deer bleating hard. He couldn’t stop the noises escaping his mouth, shifting from deerish alarm to moans, to wails of desperation, simply trying to deal with how good it felt to get all spread out around that much cock. He shuddered and he drooled a little, unable to keep his tongue in his mouth. With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he did his best not to faint while the horse fucked deeper and deeper inside of him, stretching him until he could feel those prey-padded nuts tapping on the back of his thighs, and then his butt. It was astounding just how deep Jackson could go in such a short time, as if Cherno’s body was made for him.

One good, rutting stroke, and the buck already knew he wasn’t going to be the same afterwards. A second, and he lost his antlers. Just like that. Usually that wasn’t the most notable thing, at certain times of year, but it was far from the season. Each pounding he took deep between the cheeks from that big stallion had him feeling a little girlier, a little less stiff. His own cock didn’t matter much when he was getting his ass fucked that good. Even when it started drooping slightly under the slow, yet constant pounding pressure, he didn’t worry too much. He was getting all the pleasure he needed.

Jackson buried himself good and deep, wearing the deer like a condom, and Cherno was far too strapped in to do anything about it. He listened to that stud huffing and enjoying his body, working those haunches to thump hard and shake him all the more. It didn’t take long before he was wobbling in ways he never had before. He swore he could feel himself getting a little thicker around the rear and thighs the longer he was Jackson’s cocksheath. Then there was his chest, bouncing along with the jiggles passing through his body, getting softer, if still modest in size. It didn’t even take long all wrapped around that much stud cock to start becoming Jackson’s mare.

A massive, puffing thrust let the deer feel those veins bulging inside him, felt that flare flex to its widest shape somewhere deep in his belly, felt the whole damn thing go extra rigid to accompany that triumphant whinny almost like a snarl. Jackson reared up with the power of his thrusts, taking that bound deer right along with him. All that horsepower slamming hard into his body and rubbing so strongly on his button was more than enough to pop it on the spot. Cherno felt something break in his fragile little body, and down went his cock, squirting one last short of thick white buck cum before it was just dripping a thinner, watery offering, squirting for his master while he got broken in. It still felt as good as any other orgasm.

His only offering was the clenches and trembles that came with his diminishing cumshot, helping guide that horsecock home. With his nuts all full of Obie, all that precious stallion spunk churning up hot, Jackson came back down on all fours and dipped his head down to deeply grunt his way through his finish. He pumped that deer full to brimming in an instant and he just kept on going. Swelling, bloating, and overfilling Cherno to the point of cumming right through him, he left that body softer and more fragile with every single shot of pure, virile stud spunk. The deer had a fine pair of a-cups by the time that drenching, squirting, stuffing, shattering cumshot finally finished up inside him.

Dangling, twitching, coughing, and slowly sliding off the shaft inside him, the deer was destined for sprawling out on the ground. Jackson gave him a few more squirts of cum, of that enormous load that he’d so casually churned the possum into. There was a moment of blackness for the deer. He didn’t remember loosing from those straps, or hitting the floor. He just found himself on it, getting his back and butt painted in the last ropes of all that seed. That much mess could have been sold for a whole lot, but he chose to paint and mark his new mare with it instead.

As for whether Cherno was a girl yet, Jackson offered his considerations after a thorough looking over that cum-bloated, limp-dicked, small-chested slut drooling his cum from both ends.

“Mm. Jury’s out. Could be either one you want to be, or maybe a little of both if that’s more your speed.” He gave a dominant snort. “We’ll see how much girlier you get staying with me tonight. Doubt you’ve got anywhere better to be.”

[b]Ending 3: Double Vore[/b]

A quick glance back at Cherno did little to prepare the deer for the horse’s devious whim. The warning Hera had given them both made a lot more sense when Jackson took just a few steps back. He didn’t have to really throw his weight around. When he was that big and heavy, all he needed to do was move a little, and the world moved with him. He backed the deer up against the wall of a stall, and then he took a few more steps. At that height, Cherno simply had no choice but to get completely smothered by that great big backside overtaking his face, pressing him up tight against the same taut hole he just fucked.

The wall behind the deer held sturdy enough that the stallion could pin him there so firmly, Cherno’s hooves were barely touching the ground anymore. It was almost like getting sat on, though given how heavy Jackson was, that might not have ended well. He pawed at that butt and felt the muscles faintly twitch under his touches, but that stud wasn’t budging. Cherno was going to have to kiss his way out. He took to such a task like it was just part of his job along with everything else.

Licking and smooching deep into that musky hole meant lapping up some of his own cum, of course. He didn’t mind. It was worth it to just stay trapped there against those powerful haunches, with a two-toned tail draped warmly between his weakening antlers. They had already been loose, a little early for the yearly shed. Getting that horse backing up to him accelerated that natural process until he could feel the pokey things tumbling down his shoulders and clattering to the ground, stuck deep in the dirt, points down. All it took was a strong, sweaty stallion to make that deer look a little less like a buck, and a little more like a doe.

Paying no mind to losing his crown like that, Cherno kept himself fully devoted to the work before him. He rimmed that stallion, clutching him tight, and his reward was the gentle buck of those hips pressing that hole even more firmly to his muzzle, as if to take his mouth and nose right inside. Jackson stopped just short of that, giving the occasional groan and snort of pleasure to make sure Cherno knew what a good job he was doing, at least until his mouth was full.

Obie had been standing, waiting, recovering. He didn’t mind a lack of things to do when it meant time to catch his breath. Jackson seemed satisfied with the buck he was smothering, paying him little mind but for the occasional glance. After a blowjob like that, the possum was almost seeing double. Yet when the stallion gave him a more lingering look, Obie perked right back up, allured by the mere gaze, drawn in closer and closer until he simply had no choice but to lean into a kiss with that big horse, without so much as a spoken command.

Jackson met him in a deep, warm makeout session that quickly saw him totally lost in those wet tonguekisses they exchanged. The horse smooched him on the tip of that pointed muzzle, then moved around to lick and nuzzle along his cheeks, and then down to the soft boy’s neck. When he got back up, he worked his broad tongue behind one of Obie’s ears, making the poss flick it, and stood straight again, casting a calm, flirty look, wearing a soft smirk that was ever so irresistible. Not a single muscle twitched to hint or warn of his intentions. Maybe he’d only just made up his mind for certain right that moment.

Either way, Obie was entirely unprepared for the sudden [i]homph[/i] of big wet horse mouth opening and closing around his entire head at once. Jackson faintly swung his hips and flagged his tail a little higher in the excitement of snaring his prey just like that. Any question of whether he was serious or just being playful melted right away when he went quickly jawing down the possum's neck and started working on those shoulders. He was eating that cute boy, and easily too.

Cherno couldn’t have done much about it even if he was aware of it. He kept licking, worshipping, completely engulfed in the manly stallion musk he so enjoyed while he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper. Other than the occasional clench of pleasure Jackson gave him, the horse wasn’t taking him all the way inside. He kept one attendant blindly smothered while he worked to slowly swallow the other one whole. The only hint of what he was doing were the slightly muffled [i]mmmmfs[/i] from predator and prey alike.

Gradually gulping that girly boy down, inch by inch, Jackson kept the squirmy thing from going away with nothing more than his lips, tongue, and throat. A slathering slurp over Obie’s chest made the horse’s saliva all the thicker for the flavour he stole away with each swipe. It made things all the more slippery when he easily picked the boy right up off his feet to continue his casual feasting. The smacks and suckles and occasional little groan of enjoyment he made sounded like he was having nothing more than a snack, not devouring a squirming someone. Obie wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to do about it when he was so clearly and utterly overpowered. A stallion that big could do anything he wanted.

Tossing the possum into the air with another lash of tail, pulling him right out of his boots with the might of that flat-toothed chomp, Jackson really started packing him away by then. That long, elegant neck bulged somewhat with the bulk of the boy he was busy swallowing, but there were hardly any details left distinct once Obie was packed inside. That was all the more true when the cowboy kept on descending into the horse, sliding down the slick tunnel of that gullet, all but completely vanishing once he reached the body of the boy-eating stallion. A pair of legs and newly bare feet wiggled about between Jackson’s teeth, along with the dark tip of Obie’s tail before the big hungry horse finished him off with a casual [i]hmmmph[/i] of pleasure.

Cherno faintly heard the noises. He assumed they were mostly just the horse enjoying what he was doing. He certainly didn’t catch those distant, muffled sounds of objection from the possum turned prey. And when Jackson finished swallowing and stood licking his lips, Cherno couldn’t have guessed where that boy went in the aftermath. The stud strode forth, his belly ever so faintly sagging and wobbling with his motions, cock slapping up against the indistinct, very nearly invisible bulge Obie made, creating a sleek patch on the horse’s smooth hide. It took a little bit to shake off the happy, musk-dazed state before Cherno realized it was just him and Jackson in that stall.

“Obie? Where’d you go?”

“Mm. Jess needed him for something. Didn’t want to interrupt when you seemed so comfortable where you were at.” He slowly turned himself to look at the deer more directly. “You were doing a damn good job, too. Got me all worked up again. Think you can get your lips around it, at least?”

There was the slightest change in his tone when he suggested that. He was being firmer, down to putting a little more effort into every syllable. Cherno glanced down. The stallion wasn’t lying about how hard that good, obedient rimming had made him. He didn’t even linger on Jackson’s belly. There was nothing to see. That boy didn’t even make a dent, all tucked away in the horse’s stomach, getting ever so slowly gurgled and churned. Obie’s voice was silenced by the dull groan of the belly wrapped around him. His struggles didn’t even register on the outside of Jackson’s body. He had all but vanished from the world, hidden even from the sight of his buck friend while Cherno moved to kneel before the horny stallion digesting his friend inches from his face.

Jackson wasn’t kidding when it came to being all worked up. His cock gave some stiff flexes that were almost audible, pumping hard in front of Cherno’s face, dripping a whole mess of juices all over the deer’s handsome muzzle. It got in the buck’s mouth, and his nose too. He recoiled at first, overwhelmed by the sheer power of thick, musky stallion prespunk. Even that was probably worth more than even his most exaggerated guesses, and there it was, soaking his fur, dripping down his face and onto his rising and falling chest. He huffed, and swallowed all the more stud scent, lured in all the closer, thinking no longer of how strange it was for Obie to just run off on him like that. He had a job to do.

Cherno would have knelt there in the dirt, sucking that cock until he was splattered and stuffed to immobile if that was what Jackson needed. The horse wasn’t quite so patient. He urged things along with a small but significant motion of his hips, thrusting against that handsome deer face. The first swing of that cock gave a wet smack to Cherno’s muzzle, but the horse soon went for another. That was what did it. A smooth [i]schlurp[/i] of flexible cumslit over dazed and stunned features left the deer immediately enveloped in that cock, surrounded by heat, by slick inner flesh, and by the immense musk of horsecock overtaking everything else.

His eyes were watering from the first surprised sniff. It didn’t matter much when he soon found his vision overtaken by the juicy grip of that clenching, [i]gulping[/i] dick swallowing his entire head. Jackson worked pretty quickly with that thing. He didn’t need any help with that once he had his prey right where he wanted them. The rest was just a matter of letting the natural flexes of rising ecstasy claim that girly buck for himself. A small thrust went with what felt like a lunge of his cock, throbbing hard enough it overtook the deer down to his heaving chest, further muffling out all those confused sounds before they could amount to anything like a protest.

A sudden [i]pump[/i] passing through Jackson’s prized cock was enough to wrench Cherno right up off his hooves and hold him there, faintly squirming as he dangled. He wasn’t properly struggling. The whole experience left him absolutely drenched down to the soul in pure, concentrated horse musk, rubbed into his skin by the squeezes working down his chest and middle. When they slurped up around his waist and took in the tip of his cock, the buck recoiled at first, already overstimulated, senses drenched down deep in the potent, masculine heat sweltering all around him. The most he could do was throb, twitch, and perspire on his trip towards the big fat nuts awaiting him.

Dunking facefirst in the waiting spunk, Cherno gargled and gulped an invaluable amount of that thick cream while Jackson worked to claim the rest of the boy he was swallowing. His gut gave an excited gurgle when he felt his second meal starting to nestle into what would be his new, temporary home. He was still slowly digesting Obie somewhere deep inside there. From what he could tell, that cute boy was still squirming, but he wasn’t paying him a lot of mind. That was for the natural processes to deal with, while he enjoyed stretching and sagging his sack with the weight of one decrowned deer.

He greeted his new captive with some particularly impressive clenches that saw his hindquarters jump a few inches with the force of them, and the pleasure that followed. Cherno’s muffled voice briefly grew more distinct when those walls hugged tight enough around his face to highlight the more precise contours of his face, frozen in an open-mouthed gasp that occasionally managed to form something like words of shock and objection. It wasn’t quite fear. He was mostly just stunned that such an easygoing man would do that to him. Somewhere in the midst of getting swallowed whole by a horsecock, he even found the time to worry about his poss friend, and what his sudden disappearance implied. Then it was all blank for several seconds after that when he found himself completely immersed in thick, richly fragrant stallion cum.

The brief panic that ensued when he thought he was going to drown receded into hazy submission when he found himself sitting upright once more. One more misting swallow of his hooves, dragging his stiff blue shaft all the way down to the muskiest depths with the rest of him helped Cherno get as cozy as he could all tucked away inside the horse’s balls. They swung between Jackson’s hind legs, jiggling with every throb of that dripping cock, but he at least gave Cherno some time to adjust to the new situation. Whether that was him being a bit merciful or simply how his body worked wasn’t clear, and he offered no explanations, merely the snorts and snuffs of a pleased horse enjoying the feeling of a full bully and a stuffed, slowly flexing sack.

It started as a slow ripple, a soft knead of slick walls around the lean form of the deer inside the stallion. Cherno tested the tensile properties of his musk-packed prison and found it pushing back on his hands firmly enough that he wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t strong enough to stretch those nuts any further, even if they could easily have accommodated prey larger than him. The rising pressure forced his knees up near his face, kneading into the curvy cheeks of his ass, compressing his entire body in some sort of strange massage. It was never entirely unpleasant, even when the clenching truly began, despite the whimpers Cherno gave through it all, somewhere beneath the gurgles.

Stern, consistent pressure pressed down on the buck’s entire body, testing him right back under all that force. Those nuts felt as if they could have crushed him, but instead they worked to juice him down little by little, detail by detail. He could already feel his edges smoothing over. The simmering spunk around his hips slowly rose the more of him got squished down by those massive, buck-hugging nuts kneading and clenching Cherno away a little more with every extended flex. Jackson’s style was long, slow squeezes that pressed in to test if the deer was ready to squish into jizz, followed by some rapid-fire pumps to soften him up a little more for the next trial-by-nuts.

It was already doing work on the buck. The highlights of his figure and the outline of his features grew less distinct with every minute spent enduring the pressure poised to completely assimilate him in with all that priceless cum. He sank a little more, wrapped up so tightly he wasn’t sure how it was even possible. Even he wasn’t that flexible, and yet he felt nothing but tingling and numbness overtaking him as he squelched down into more and more spunk. The bumps and contours of the deer smoothed over all the more, leaving Jackson with such perfect, round, and extra heavy balls once he had reduced Cherno into a faintly writhing lump right in the centre of that juicy sack. It wasn’t going to be much longer if kept those long, mighty [i]clenches[/i] working over his catch.

Somewhere in the midst of those haunch-bucking squeezes churning the deer down, it was beyond inevitability. It was already done, even if Cherno was still squirming around in the thick product of his own conversion. Jackson could have pumped him out right that moment, into a breeding mount, a mare in heat, or just all over the floor of the barn, and he would have been nothing more than a faint shape amidst the sloppy spunk, to simmer down and melt away with the rest of himself. Yet even so, he held onto to some sort of life, or at least locomotion, gurgling in the depths, getting massaged and kneaded down to something that was little more than a mockery of his former shape, faintly pushing up beneath the glossy surface of Jackson’s growing balls. It was time to truly finish him off.

Everything until then had been mostly involuntary. It was just Jackson’s body doing what it did. He was lost with his head tossed back and his eyes closed, enjoying the process. When it was time to focus, he looked down, puffed, and started to really put the pressure on. Somehow Cherno held on through the first deliberate squeeze. It was a long, intense effort to crush him down and juice him into jizz, to finish off those last solid shapes that were all he was anymore. When the first one left a [i]gworgling[/i] semblance of a deer still present in his balls, Jackson readjusted, tapping his hooves on the ground to brace himself, and flexed a little harder.

His cock was pouring juices all over his surroundings and himself with those belly-slapping throbs it gave while he finally clenched Cherno right out of existence. One last, satisfying [i]GLURSH[/i] left those nuts perfectly smooth. They were taut with all the cum he made out of Cherno, and his cock was engorged with the urge for release. He left it trembling there, bumping up on his slightly soft underside while his belly kept on roiling, loudly groaning with the effort to digest that possum he swallowed. A glance over at one of the breeding mounts was mighty tempting, but he could do better than that. Especially considering who was coming next to milk him in not long at all.

Olen didn’t seem especially surprised to find him there with his nuts engorged and his new attendants conspicuously nowhere in sight. The older buck looked a lot like his son, aside from being taller, broader, and heavier set around the middle. The same blue tones Jackson had vanished in the sea of white paced taut in his nuts made the connection obvious. Olen took one good look over the stallion, gone a little soft around the middle, nickering and snorting with the strain of every potent throb of his over-eager shaft, and just gave a little chuckle.

“Who’d you put where?”

“Mm. Your boy made for good ball fodder, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Don’t mind at all.” He strode closer, putting one hand up on the horse’s back, reaching the other to softly fondle that rigid shaft. “Looks almost painful for you, being all pent up like that. Let’s get you some relief. I expect a big damn load. Won’t have that boy disappointing me.”

He moved to set up some particularly advanced contraption that looked entirely out of place in a barn with all those tubes and electronic displays. It was a thing of beauty from one of the ranch’s many collaborators - a particularly oddball of one at that - and it did the trick well. Jackson just needed a pair of nimble hands to set it all up, and that was something Olen did with exactly the kind of tender care a prized stallion deserved. Even one who just churned his son.

“Suppose it was bound to happen, leaving you alone with a pair of pretty ones like that. I’d say I didn’t expect it on their first visit, but I’m not especially surprised. Thought about it myself now and then,” Olen said while he helped get that solid shaft into the soft, sturdy sucking tube attached to the collection device.

Jackson did his best to answer politely, though he couldn’t help the grunting, the snorting, or even the occasional whinny of need. He stomped a hoof and shook his big body to get himself steady.

“Wouldn’t’ve blamed you there. You know how it is. Some types just get the appetite going. Better crank that thing right up. I feel a [i]good[/i] load coming.”

Olen could do that. The machine whirred and sometimes seemed to breathe a wheezing breath as it did its work. He didn’t have to do much else other than monitor the thing and enjoy the show of it milking out all the fresh, expensive horse cum that used to be that pretty son of his. It was one of the outcomes he suspected might be the case, as soon as Jackson got his eyes on Cherno. As for the whereabouts of Obie, he could guess.

Jackson trembled slightly. Even the big man couldn’t help but get caught up in how damn [i]good[/i] that thing felt sucking him off. He hadn’t even had a chance to fuck those boys. Eating them had just been too enticing. A few small thrusts and jumps of his hindquarters were impossible to resist, but he mostly kept still and focused so he could get drained as hard as possible. Olen softly stroked the stud’s flank while he observed, listening to those rising nickers going along with the [i]schlick-schluck[/i] of that tube doing its work. Things got wetter once Jackson was spurting and leaking, building to that release that was sure to fill that tank and then some.

The machine worked up to full speed and didn’t relent. It was just what Jackson needed. He stomped and huffed his way to a flaring climax that pumped that tube full in an instant. Milking it all out, all that former deer, depositing him in a convenient and rapidly filling tank felt so good for Jackson that his moans were almost feminine for a moment. He was right back to the usual manly grunting after the initial relief, letting that machine suck it all out of him and store it for safekeeping, for putting into some especially beautiful mare somewhere when he was too busy to do the deed himself. Everything Cherno had been was a great, musky mess that was going to fetch a hell of a good price on the market. With the right buyers, it was worth so much more when it used to be someone.

A toss of his head and a long sigh as the machine naturally chugged to a stop, and Jackson finally relaxed his muscles. He’d almost broken the thing. The lid was barely holding onto that great big vat of cum, of the gallons he’d made out of Cherno, and maybe some of Obie too, depending on how absorbed that boy was by then. Jackson waited for Olen to help out getting that thing off him and give him a few last fond strokes in passing, a slick layer of former Cherno clinging to the older buck’s fingers from a brief touch. For a moment, it looked like the horse was ready for a nap, but he gave a little twitch of his mouth and toss of his tail before that could happen.

“Mm. My gratitude, Olen. Raised yourself a fine boy. Tell Laz I’ll be leaving his out in a field somewhere, if he’s wondering.”

Standing tall and proudly trotting along, the prized stallion made his way from the barn towards the pastures, full and satisfied. It was time to pick a proper spot somewhere in the grass, watching the sun going down while he made it a little greener.