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Bottoms Up Boutique

He approached the front, already knowing what to expect based on the literature he’d been provided beforehand a few days ago. The store was painted a definitely noticeable bright pink, but the neon male symbol in the sign at the top left no room for confusion as to who the typical patronage would be. Immediately as he stepped inside, the strong sweet gagging atmosphere of ladies perfume made him nearly faint as he was assaulted by the lilting flowery sickening sweet fragrances. The only thing that kept him from leaving the beckoning embrace of untainted car exhaust air outside was the sweaty musk that deceptively hung just below the scents of sissydom. It was the rapturous stink of barely washed horse, as every stylist and masseur was a handsome and practically effeminately gay horse busily and obliviously practicing their craft on chosen customers.

Amongst the pastel pretty surroundings of shades of pink and purple, the most masculine appearing thing in the whole salon was a full maned lion boi, and he was getting his mane bleached to dye it pink while the sorrel red horse at his side carefully laid out a platter of premade little bows to braid into his fur and tail. Alex took this all in and nearly passed out all over again, having an overload of his senses from all the lithe bountiful horseflesh going about their bouncy business of beautifying and satisfying the appearance of male slut bodies for their masters, some with long cocks teased to half erectness bulging and folded up in overly stretchy nylon panties or between stocky muscular legs.

The receptionist was a white horse dappled with ravishing black spots like some kind of monochrome jungle cat. He looked up from reading some kind of naughty playfur magazine full of scantily clad little sissy stallion bois in lingerie and revealing night wear, indicating that he was more interested in pitching his bat and balls in a slut than catching a home run up the butt, himself. “Hello, do you have an appointment for today? We might have a walk in if someone cancels, but we are usually overbooked weeks in advance, so it helps to call ahead by a month or so.” God, he was such a hunky bastard, the kind of piece of horseflesh you could salivate over and lick for days like an everlasting ice cream cone. Good muscle form, cute skimpy little black girly athletic shorts with pink stripes down the side that didn’t leave any detail of his fabled heavy stable equipment to the imagination, and a black netted mesh top that let his perky nips and abs shone through as if they were under the shade of a tree.

He was the new co owner of the salon after the other guy decided to open up offers after some financial problems that had come up. Maybe it was due to a lack of good publicity and advertising, as the scrawny human hadn’t heard of the place until a bulletin had been thrown out all over furry porn sites for prospective sources of finance to keep the place afloat. Well, he’d been interested, but he wanted to know what went on in a regular day for the business. Already he’d gotten quite an eyeful of the goings on, and he hadn’t even stepped into the air-conditioned perfume and sweaty horse smell for even a minute. Wet hair getting shampooed in some strange furniture in the back, and as always the ever permeating lovely stink of sweet pungent earthy horse, and beneath the horse was a further mild barely discernible trace of equine arousal that he was immediately drawn to in savory abandon like a mare in heat with a dripping hole to fill.

Alex gave the aloof seemingly bored critter at the register another fawning stare over his blessed good looks and well maintained male physique. The stallion barely flicked an eye or ear in his direction, but for being ignored in favor of a sissy horseboi porno mag, the human couldn’t seem to muster the offense to even begin to respond to that. “I was invited to come check out the salon before I committed my money and became an investor.” That immediately got him a reaction, but he didn’t know if it was good or not as the “cookies n’ cream so good I can’t believe he’s not made out of ice cream because I’d lick on that all day” stallion dropped what he was doing and threw the dirty literature into a drawer beneath the cash register with a rushed embarrassed flurry before giving the human the five star shit-eating smile of a salesman who was purely business and had to put on a show.

In fact, the overtly friendly expression you got whenever you were a VIP somewhere and the person or fur looking after your needs realized too late how important you were and tried to bend over backwards to be welcoming when they figured out how badly they fucked up. You don’t go out of your way to treat the president of the company like the maid, after all. “Oh, yes of course! Mr. Saren, he said we should expect to see you sometime this week.” The stallion bent over a bit and reached his head and neck out to get a better look at the strapping lad before him. “Oh my, I wasn’t expecting the co owner to be so youthful and handsome. I think I was expecting some silly old doddering man in a bowler and an army of accountants and attorneys flowing right out the door in a long line.” It was a strange visual, but perhaps that was the old stereotype of moneyed men who spent their money on random turnkey businesses in the 80’s like it was a fad going out of style, but then again maybe that was true since the whole 80’s was a fad. A cool one, but still just a passing fancy of bright colors, stylish cars, and unforgettable computerized music. And flaccid dicks bulging out of neon rainbow speedos, mmm.

He was not left to wait a second later as a whistle and a call went out for some fancy prance of a stud who sauntered over like he owned the place. The equine was black as night, smelled gaggingly heavy of some Arabic floral perfume, had a strong shampoo smell covering his paws, and he wore a neon pink thong that jutted out obscenely with his outthrust sheathed goodies and balls like a girly fanny pack worn a little too low on his hips. “Ja, ju reng? Ze great Prince does not waste his time on scruffy little normals and their normal affairs, so ju best not be toying with my patience, ja?” He was a hot blooded specimen of horse with an Austrian or German accent, a Freisian stallion with his long mane done in frizzy teased curls rather than the straight locks such a fanciful onyx creature might otherwise have naturally.

Alex couldn’t help but stare at what feast was being offered to him while the coal black equine fretted and stamped with impatience for being summoned to the front desk, when he could otherwise practice his craft on probably the most privileged of sissy bois. The human got the impression pretty quickly that this haughty horse was the best stylist in the joint and expected the overabundant levels of respect afforded his majestic station. “Play nice, now, Princey poo. This is the new prospective co-owner that Sir. Randall invited over. Our boss wanted him to get the five star treatment, and only one with such abundant talents as yourself could, um, stand and deliver with a regal touch.” That last was followed with a naughty giggle from the clearly effeminate but not submissive leopard print equine.

Prince’s eyes narrowed and flashed with a dangerous glint of his rebellious fire at being forced to waste his talent on someone so unpleasing to his eyes, but the droop in his shoulders and the lowering of his once proudly arced tail showed that in some degree he had relented to the pressure enough to go with it. “Fine, sissy kitty horse. I do zis, but did ju ask him the special question, jet?” The regal Frisian punctuated his disappointed statement with a bored blustery snort and an impatient toss of his head and bouncy curled up mane.

Since he was so far out of his element, Alex had no clue what Prince was referring to or how he should respond to it, but the cookie tushy horse was as helpful as ever once he knew who he was dealing with. “Princey prissy panties here is asking if you’re a muffin or a cupcake. Not to spoil any surprises, but cupcakes get to have more fun.” It was some kind of strange code, he supposed, being made to answer a vague question for how he would be treated. Muffins were sweet but boring, and cupcakes got covered in all kinds of things and fussed over with extra attention. Faintly, he wondered if he should go with the latter to better understand the inner workings of the salon instead of simply standing there and guessing.

Whatever he initially chose, Alex realized would alter the way he was treated for the rest of the day for good or ill. He gave the boutique a sweeping glance and saw that each boi was being doted over by a faithful tall equid that knew their beautifying business like the back of their hoof. The whole place was cupcakes getting decorated it seemed, or perhaps he was missing something important. The bois were all naked, but that didn’t immediately clue him in on anything, since they had fur to be worked on and any clothes being worn would get in the way. No wait, the sissy lion was wearing a bright purple lacy thong covered in frills and bows, which meant what? He was the only one aside from the stallions that was even slightly modest compared to the rest. “I wanna be a cupcake?” Before the words had even left his mouth for a second, Prince’s soft supple floppy lips quirked into a slight jaunty smirk with an interested raise of his tail.

The only thing Alex knew was that he’d said something interesting. His choice was followed up with a second equally odd question by the overeager jittery leopard stallion: “Wow, um wow, okies. And um, do you want Prince to go in with a pastry bag or do you want icing?” They watched him with interest, ears perked forward to see how he might fuck this one up.

Yes, he certainly felt as though he were being tested, and he hadn’t even studied for the friggin exam! Cupcakes went good with icing, right? so why did they even need him to second guess that aspect? “Extra icing for cupcakes, riiiiiight?” It was his answer, but by their leering predatory looks, he naturally became less and less certain that it was the right one. Prince’s little smirk deepened into a wide toothy grin that showed off all of his well manicured shiny block-shaped teeth. He was clearly happy about something, even if he wasn’t so willing to work his art on this latest interloper into the only world that he felt like a god, aside from the bedroom, of course.

He wasn’t left to think about his mistake for long before Prince scampered gaily around the counter with light clopping steps to usher him towards the backroom down a hallway between the rows of occupied chairs. “The first rule is that you can’t be clothed unless you’re a muffin, and even then only your panties. So, you’ll undress in the back room and put your belongings in a locker before we start.” Alex didn’t have much time to think or react as he was pushed in front of the impatient regal stud as everyfur he passed by ignored him due to being wrapped up in their own makeovers. Once he was alone with the gorgeous stallion, Prince closed the door behind and crossed his arms with a casual snort of impatience. “Do you need privacy? Silly me, of course you don’t!” He chuckled with a wiggle of his hips and a vigorous sideways flick of his tail.

Alex looked around the storage closet nervously, doing anything to distract himself from the overwhelming fearful shyness even to the point of reading the labels of shampoo bottles. “Take off my clothes now? But,” Before he could protest any further, Prince sighed and sauntered over with a sideways saucy swagger of his hips almost like a lewd woman, taking hold of him and yanking his shirt off despite the human’s struggling. He was practically flipped on his head as his pants were torn away as he kicked desperately, being left bare in just shoes, socks, and a particularly lacy pair of black panties covered in pink bows.

His choice of underwear garnered him a curious interested raise of eyebrow from the equine, Alex wondering what could’ve been going through his lewd studly mind at such a discovery. “Ah! Ze true essence of ze cupcake revealed!” Prince made a mock show of making a big deal over his panties before quickly settling back into a serious aloof lusting state once more. “Now lose zem.” Knowing that the rest of his clothes would be torn off without a thought or any courtesy, Alex hesitated as little as possible when he blushed and slid the undies all the way to his ankles and scampered out of the whole lot of them to leave himself completely vulnerable to a studly beast in a thong, only his hands held down against strategic locations kept him from feeling truly helpless.

Prince simply turned up his nose in incredulity at such a pointless show of modesty before locking away the pile of crumpled clothes in one of the cabinets of the middle row, giving Alex a good view of those thonged muscular buttocks nestling a black tail done in curls and ribbons between. “No need to be shy. It’s noting I haven’t zeen before. Besides, I’m more interested in what’s on the other side.” It seemed like a perfectly innocent comment, though the human got the hint almost immediately that he might be getting some very special attention that he hadn’t fully prepared himself for. The horse furs, they were big in every way that counted, which made them very popular lovers to smaller horny critters possessed of certain tastes. Only now did he begin to question the things going on in his subconscious that shoved him into this strange situation in the first place.

He was attracted to the equine furs, sure, but did he want to ride one the wrong way? Before he could think about what he was comfortable with doing, Prince was on the move again and shoving him naked right out the closet door. Being nude in front of so many others terrified him, but oddly enough, none of them seemed to give him more than a passing glance as they were too wrapped up in whatever they were doing. Right out the doorway and to their left was an odd station. It looked like the place where he might get his hair washed, except it seemed more like a bdsm club pillory attached to a short bench. Alex got shoved down into it and locked in place before he could muster any sort of protest, his butt held up at a very obscene helpless angle, indeed.

He couldn’t see what was happening from where he was, but had a distinct impression that Prince seemed to be hesitating long enough to admire the view. The horse finally snapped out of it after a bit, opening up a strange hole in the bench between his straddled legs that Alex could feel as a kind of empty gap. “Ze first thing vee do wif zee cupcakes iz vee clean dem out.” A surprisingly muscled paw daintily reached over his head and turned the knob for a spigot with a flexible metal hose poking out. Initially he thought it was for a spray wand to wash his hair until he felt cold slimy fingers thick as summer sausages rubbing around his hole and even poking in two at a time. The squirmy rubbing things pulled out and left him feeling empty for only a second before a wide flared metal buttplug nozzle was unceremoniously shoved inside like he was a piece of fuckmeat, a high pressure spray of almost too hot soapy water filled his insides near to bursting before it was yanked out so that he could push the water into the strange drainage hole to gurgle its way down.

When the water coming out of him slowed to a very tiny trickle, Prince did it again before he had time to react. Alex felt almost pregnant with soapsuds before he was allowed to push this next frothy fresh-smelling torrent away into the drain. The process continued for at least a few more times until the judgmental equine deemed his rump clean enough to shove even the pickiest most discerning of stallion cocks into. The human was left tired and shivering from the ordeal, little cold tingles along the spine as the air-conditioning of the salon set his sparse coat of back hair on end. “Ju think ju are tired? Ha! Jur azz haz not even jet tasted of my glory.” Alex hadn’t heard it before because it was such a tiny amount at first, but he heard it now: the almost lewd flatulent sloppy noises of lube being squirted out from a tube or bottle for a more than extended amount of time, followed by some fumbling of stretchy fabric and slimy wet sounds of lube being rubbed around on something almost like a cream or lotion. He knew what was coming; it couldn’t be mistaken for two hands covered in shampoo rubbing together to create lather.

Prince turned on the front sink a few feet away from Alex’s head to wash the shiny sweet-smelling strawberry lube off his paws and then squirted shampoo on them, instead. The human knew that his butthole was up at such a perfect open angle that the stallion wouldn’t even need to use his paw to guide it in, all it would take was a bit of force. The Frisian leaned over to apply the product to his paws and froth it up nice and rich, the slight movement of his hips pressing the blunt round tip against Alex’s opening threatened to pop him open around its wide unflared head like a slut barrel needing some corking. The heat coming off the dick was much higher than his own temperature and might’ve burned if it were any hotter.

The arrogant stud chuckled and whistled some lovely French tune as he went to work on the human’s rowdy mop, his hips rubbing and teasing the slickened leaking cockhead around Alex’s tight opening without quite daring to take his virginity just yet. “Somevun haz a very tense tushay. Ju are either virgin or ju didn’t expect to take zees big Frankfurter dicks, ja?” He giggled cruelly over his own teasing remarks with airy wide playful flirts of his fancy gorgeous tail, busily and vigorously rubbing the sweet-smelling perfumed product deep into Alex’s scalp while his hips waggled around taunting his taint and tight crevice with imminent rape.

Long soggy bangs covered in misty whitish bubbles and white milky rivers covered his eyes while the horse’s paws scraped roughly over his scalp with the strange sound of shifting sand to work the cleaning solution deep into his follicles. All the while, the vicious slab of throbbing twitching ebony horsemeat continued to taunt and rub itself at the entrance of his upthrust pucker like wet satin covering the wide rounded end of a baseball bat. He knew it would hurt going in regardless of how many toys he’d taken to stretch out, the anticipation and worry of getting impaled only causing him to tighten up against the intrusion even more. Prince was not having any of that shit. “Vhy iz zis azz so tense? If I did not know any better, I’d almost say that ju did not vant to take zis big dick.” Alex felt a bit uncomfortable after the accusation, an unsettling sensation of the horse staring impatiently at the back of his head followed which made him feel as though he were a fake slut and not truly worthy of being a size queen fucktoy to any horses, at all.

So then, the stallion wasn’t going to force the issue, and by extension, his cock deep inside an unwilling tight hole. Either the human relaxed to accept his hot meat present or he wasn’t going to get it. It was a strange notion of gentleness in a world of otherwise rapey equines that would claim a hole regardless of how its owner felt about the proposition! It took someone with a strong will to resist those urges, but then Prince seemed like the sort of prideful steed to have a grasp over his own instinct for fear of being controlled by someone else’s impulses. Not that Alex had deliberately gone out of his way to be fucked by horses, but why couldn’t Prince be more nonchalant and wild about it like the rest of his horny uncontrollable brethren? The absurd nature of their meeting was itself quite confusing, not to throw his initial inclinations out the window or anything.

The slimy tip continued to roll around the musky shallow pocket of his outer anus like a ball and socket joint of cock buried shallowly in his cheeks. Just one nudge was all it would take to deliver the flare and the first few inches of horsemeat into his snug depths like a devastating cockfist. It would probably be too easy to give into such temptations and sink into that hot delectable ass, too many gay horses giving into the call to do just that, but Prince chose to taunt his victim without mercy like a second rate teaser stallion that wouldn’t actually be taking the mare’s virginity, but instead testing her for the real stallion coming along on the way after having his dick washed and aroused to fullness.

The least expected insult was to feel the lewd length wetly slapping against his buttocks in several slimy smacks across his cheeks like a rowing oar bouncing in one direction and then the next by the whim of muscled shimmering onyx thighs alone. “No, no, ju silly slut. I do not hear any begging. Ju cannot have zis until ju need it so badly zat it drives ju insane to have it in ju.” And Alex did want it inside him, truly, he just didn’t know what it would do to his insides once the royal reamer shoved it inside him and swirled it about as though some lewd swizzledick stirring a slutty drink. As he took his time deciding, down came the first rinse to wash the suds and dirt out of his bangs followed by another application of frothy shampoo and more firm rubbing on his head. The question followed: how badly did he want it inside him? Was he even in any danger of being wrecked by that cock if he allowed it to fill him up with squishy heat?

Given how much time the first shampooing took, then this one and the conditioner plus whatever other highlights or treatments Prince decided on, Alex probably had a good seven minutes to decide, but probably not. This stallion was on a strict schedule and once he got done with Alex’s hair, he would move onto the next part of his makeover regardless of where his ebony “Pride” was buried or how close he was to orgasming. Alex knew the type by now; Prince would let the human have his fun if he allowed it, but doing the job itself was far more important than the sex, and the equine wouldn’t waste any time on sex when he could finish up one slut and move onto another. So really, what he had was a seven minute countdown to get a good fucking before he’d be put in the chair for a haircut and styling. He knew he could get a nice intense quickie out of seven-, no, now six minutes. Time was ticking away and here he was still struggling with his fears and worries over being inadequate to the task without breaking.

The lathering ended, then came the hot water rinse to wash away every trace of suds. After this, there was just time for conditioner and drying followed by highlights or other equally unlikely things. Five minutes: what was he doing, wasting his window of opportunity like this? Maybe if he came back another day, he might have another shot at those deliciously sweet black loins and fuck stick, but why hesitate and let the chance slip away. The choice to beg or not to beg ripped up his emotions in the same way that the cock would probably tear apart his ass as it entered him. No, don’t think like that, surely his first time with a horse would be more pleasanter and magical than that.

Four minutes, now: that was the line. If he wanted to be fucked even somewhat romantically and not be done dirty on the cheap as a quickie dumpslut and tossed aside like a cum-filled condom, now was the time to act. “Please will you do me, oh great and magical Prince? I need it in me really bad and I can’t stop thinking about your ebony cock filling my empty slut ass with creamy horse seed.” He gave his ass a nervous wiggle for emphasis, doing everything he could to rub his puckered hole against the dribbling fist-shaped knob while relaxing that back passage as much as he could. Just don’t think about the pain, or how big it is, just think of happier things, like sucking the cum out of horsedicks as if they were warm spongy firehoses.

Surprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly, Prince remained stoically proud and unconvinced by the pleading, his cock continuing to taunt the outside of Alex’s snug rim. The human didn’t much blame him, but it wasn’t as if he had the proper training to magically open up an anus that had never been fucked by anything bigger than a smallish fox. The stallion would just have to take him at his word and not his pitifully dull physical reactions if he wanted to proceed with the extracurricular activities not listed on the official program. Was the sex what made the salon successful and not the beautification itself? So technically it was prostitution, but official businesses couldn’t make money from prostitution without an alibi. He remembered that some escort companies used a pizza delivery business to sell their sex: you were paying $300 for a shitty pizza and getting a good fuck on the side so everything worked out for everyone. Once the truth hit him, he was floored. He was here to have sex, the salon services were just the bonus. Sure, some furs did come here for the salon services first, but then why were the overwhelming majority here to be “cupcakes” and all the stylists were the sexiest and most desirable of horseflesh, and not just desirable horseflesh but horses that WANTED to put their dicks someplace nice and tight instead of being a mix of studs and twinks. Mind. Fucking. Blown. And not by really good sex, either!

The hot piece of equine breeding equipment continued to tease its unflared ridge around his stubborn entrance, still not quite daring to take that first passionate plunge. And while this battle of wills waged, Alex couldn’t help but finally notice the music playing over the radio: Caramell and similar cute-sounding artists. Very girly, sweet, and appropriate, not to mention full of energy. Really, it was the perfect music to be fucked by if you were an effeminate submissive slut! “Ju silly girl. Ju can beg for zis better zan zat! I know mares who beg with more energy and hungering devotion who were tired with migraines!” He finished his taunting statement with even more rubbing against the human’s snug hole with his leaky glans.

As humiliated as he felt from all the abuse, the equine was hitting all the right buttons, perhaps knowing the subjects of his craft only too well. If he could’ve backed his ass into that cockhead and taken it inside himself, he would’ve by now. Only by being bound in the pillory did the horse have so much power over him, the human unable to throw himself at the horse even if he wanted to. “I need a horse cock in me bad! Please put it inside me, I can’t think of anything else!” He wasn’t being overly dramatic or overcompensating at this point, he was only speaking what was on his mind: hard dick.

A hot blush broke across his cheeks as the horse leaned over to apply the conditioner to his hair, that damned blunt cockhead pushing ever slightly at his pucker with only a tiny bit of pressure needed to force it in through the snug threshold. He could feel his anus widening very slowly like a blooming flower to accommodate the equine knob, but the stallion would need to do the rest of the work and he was holding back like an arrogant ass! His blush deepened as a hot sweet cherry breath and slimy tongue caressed itself across his cheek. “If ju vant zis, zen ju better hold onta someting.” A strange request, since there wasn’t anything his hands could grasp with the way his front end had been locked in a pillory.

The pointlessness of the warning didn’t occur to the Frisian as he nudged his hips back and forth in a light rocking motion to test how tight Alex’s hole was before committing to it. “And vee are ready for zee final countdown. Vun. Two. Three!” For a moment Alex saw stars zipping across his eyes from the pain of being so violently opened up. Even going as slow as he could, the horse couldn’t minimize the unexpected filling sensation as his bowel stretched around the wide ridged head of glans as it popped inside with all the intensity of a big dog knot all in one go, a few inches following shallowly behind. It felt like he had the whole cock inside his small virginal body, but he looked backwards briefly between wet dripping bangs to see that the stallion hadn’t even really started. It wasn’t even one fifth of the whole length, but it was already enough to give him problems and worries.

Holy shit that was a big monster. The fact he could even take the engorged chubby glans with the first try was a miracle in itself. As the sharp pain faded away, it left him with a very uncomfortable full soreness. With his rectum being stretched impossibly wide like this, it wasn’t any surprise that he felt as if he needed to take the biggest dump of his life, not that such a sensation was itself unpleasant with all of the grinding pressure it applied to his prostate, it was just that he wished there was an easier more comfortable way to mimic that pressure on his prostate without riding Seabiscuit like a mare to get it. “Ah! Ju were not being coy or playing games with me! Zis ass is zee tightest I have ever taken! Ju should’ve stretched more before you came down here, but now zat I am inside ju, shall I go deeper?~” It was a strange lilting melodic question for a strange world. After having his ass wrecked so efficiently, only a madman would dare say “yes”, but Alex was much too deep in his predicament to back out like some amateur sissy. If he refused, what would that say about his credibility to other size queen femboys nearby who had the anal capacity to put him to shame? He wasn’t any sort of stretchy fox, but maybe he could handle this to its conclusion. At least, he would try to handle that cock as it wiggled teasingly inside him like the end of a warm squishy baseball bat with little tickling motions of movement and throbbing veins.

Prince was, if nothing else, very patient even as he finished with the conditioner and started rubbing Alex’s hair dry with a terry towel. The Frisian wasn’t his first horse, he was Alex’s first anything. He’d never put anything in his butt even remotely that size, and he certainly didn’t have any lucky man on the side to put it in him. Having something up his ass bigger than a ladies little 7” vibrator hurt so good even as he clasped his inner muscles all over that bulbous tip oozing warmth into his male shallows. “Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my booty, so fuck me, maybe?” His response got a strangled giggle out of the stallion. He wasn’t expecting such a standing ovation from a silly restatement of popular song lyrics like that, but it got the desired results.

Two warm soggy paws rested on either side of his waist, giving the human a brief warning that he should relax and brace himself for the other twelve hot dripping inches or so of horsecock to plunge their way into his body. The shaft itself was probably half the size of his torso, the human briefly wondering if the horse could find a way to make it fit without turning his smaller body into a equine condom. Such fears were silly, though, since other furs smaller than himself managed to accommodate that dick with surprising elasticity: otters looked more like fuzzy condoms on bull and drafthorse and dragon dicks than he ever could in all of his wildest dreams.

He let out a nervous squeak as the wide scraping tip worked its way slowly deeper up his canal, pushing his insides wide apart around it even as it drilled his colon open around its blunt oval face as if he were a human sausage wrapper for one big tube of horsemeat. Halfway done, and already there was no way he could imagine how it was even possible. Maybe the enemas he’d been given earlier didn’t just clean out a slut, but also stretched the intestines and forced them to relax with some kind of non-numbing local anesthetic. He didn’t really know, just that after the cock had forced its way through the part of his ass with the most sensitivity, it didn’t hurt so much once it pushed deeper in.

At some point, he felt some sort of rude pop in his ass as nine inches wormed their way and pushed through some unfamiliar deeper entrance. Maybe that was the colonic sphincter which only opened one way to keep things from going back up places they didn’t belong, which meant that the intruding stallion was reaching places that Alex never thought he’d be able to feel in his lifetime. Feeling that sphincter pop open like a big bubble to allow the cock to slurp wetly through was one such strange abnormality, but he had a feeling that any slut who took a horsecock just as deep would pop that second twink cherry sooner or later.

A little further, and he was already feeling the hairs of the stallion’s fuzzy muscled thighs tickling on his buttocks and the backs of his legs, suggesting that being hilted to the sheathe wouldn’t be far off. Just as he was getting used to the force of horse widening out his passage with exaggerated gentleness, the whole thing suddenly slurped its way out of his butt with one lewd wet sucking vacuum sound while his gaped anus seemed to whistle indignation while leaking pre and lube. “What happened? What did I do?” Did he do something wrong? Was he not making the right noises or moving in the right way to entice the stallion further? With no experience around horses, he was suddenly at a loss for what rules of courtship he was supposed to be playing by. He thought he was supposed to bend over and the stallion would do the rest of the work, but maybe that wasn’t the case.

As soon as Alex was released from the pillory, he rubbed the aches from his tense neck even as he looked up at Prince with an expression that was all confused pleading and worry. He genuinely thought he’d offended his host, after coming so close to getting seeded with a nice hot load of cum. “Noting happened. Ju just ran out of time. Jur hair iz done drying, and now vee must tease and style zis mop into a masterpiece!” He ran out of time. He would’ve had a nice deep fucking from the sexy horse followed by a oozing gift of warm cum leaking out of his gaped ass if he’d decided to accept the cock earlier. Well, no use crying over spilled horsecum; he did have a haircut to attend, after all.

It was easy to tell which styling station was Prince’s if not only for the fact that it was the only chair vacant in the whole place. Compared to the other stylist’s kiosks, his was up front near the register on the right-hand side, as if to boast that he was the “right” choice and the first thing prospective customers should notice. Maybe in a way that was true, given how he might’ve been some professional Hollywood stylist who’d fallen on hardish times. Hollywood was crazy competitive, and maybe there were stylists even bigger arrogant gay primadonnas than himself, so he got pushed down a step into big city fashion. This was of course speculation on the human’s part, but it made for a reasonable guess why Prince was here and not doing highlights for movie stars and prominent A class ass pornstars alike.

The Frisian's assigned station had a dresser mirror ringed with artistic nudes of himself all around the frame to the point of narcissistic gaudiness that Alex couldn’t help but notice them as he looked at the reflection. Amongst the clutter on the desk of clippers, combs, brushes, bottles, and a hairdryer was also a hand-sized black plastic horse in full tack to raise odd questions in the humans mind. What about feral horses collectible could possibly appeal to such an opinionated proud slut? He didn’t have much chance to look at the unkempt mess of beauty supplies, Prince kneeling down to make some adjustments to his chair by sticking something black in a hole in the middle of the cushion that made a very familiar upright shape. It was an equine cock, but nothing like what the stallions here sported, instead being more that of a pony except scrunched up all thick and short as if it were a beer can with a flare.

Alex knew what he was supposed to do almost immediately, but stood there dumbfounded to stare at the strange modification in silence. “Vell? Hop on up, darling. It’s not gonna bite, though I certainly vill. Rawr!” The Frisian slashed out playfully with one of his paws, distracting Alex from his funk long enough to take on the task at hand. With the horsecock he’d already had inside, such a short chubby dick wouldn’t feel too bad. He mounted the front footrest and used the armrests for support as he guided his gaping hole over the stubby toy, knowing that if he missed and fell on top of it with his full weight, it would hurt pretty bad. When he felt the rounded tip nudging at the upper half of his hole, he adjusted his ass so that it would go in the right way. He went as slowly as he could, but it was still an intense ride down the hard unrelenting surface of the toy.

Prince didn’t even give him a minute to appreciate the sensations coming from this naughty throne before he put Alex through the rest of his paces. The stallion set one of his feet on a pedal in the back of the chair and pushed it a few times. Almost immediately, the human felt the chair lifting up with hydraulics, but more importantly filling up the pony dildo and inflating it inside the human’s ass like a thick plug that he couldn’t wiggle away from no matter how hard he tried. “Oh, I see ju discovered the slut lock. When vee are vorking on making bois look pretty, the last thing vee need is a fussy little bitch moving around too much. Vee usually use the slut lock for first timers until we get a feel for their behavior for next time. Of course, it is also a very popular feature that doms and subs alike request.” Alex let out a gasping squeak like a chewtoy as the short horse dildo continued to inflate inside him to an almost ridiculous girth. After several good pumps, he felt very full and very content from the fullness. It was designed to keep sluts from escaping or moving around too much during their haircuts, but who would want to run away from such a wonderful stuffed sensation?

By the time Prince stopped, the dildo must’ve been almost four inches wide as it put intense pressure on his prostate and almost made him orgasm from whatever little wiggling motions he made, being practically cemented to the pink leather chair. He might’ve done just that if Prince hadn’t noticed him playing with his own erect little cock and slapped his hands away before strapping them down on the armrests with leather cuffs. “No, no. We do not play vith ourselves and make the stickies until the beauty treatment is finished!” The stallion hissed in annoyance with a toss of his mane, shaking out a big pink vinyl apron and wrapping it around Alex’s neck to protect his nakedness from the itchy hairs that would surely follow. “Now, zen. Ju have nice long hair and pretty lips, but what should I do vif zis? Do you care for someting more modern or maybe more traditional? Oh I know, vee have this thing called ze fem firecracker.” Alex found himself blushing with his eyes closed as the horse sprayed water all over his head with a misting bottle, his now wet strands tickling against his nose and cheeks.

With such short hair as he had, the horse probably couldn’t do much with it to make it particularly girly, though he could probably do things with dyes. Between frantic bursts of activity, Alex could see something interesting taking shape. That is, if he managed to notice his own reflection at all while staring coyly at those candid posed shots of Prince in all of his naked glory as he showed off his butt and goodies for some unknown photographer using a monochrome lens for sensual simplicity. And what was the title of this strange set of gay equine glamour shots? What could be more appropriate than “Black Booty”, a title bordering on the classical and the lewd. The duality of the gay equine lifestyle itself, fanciful yet very much crudely depraved. One could overlook the nature of equine lovemaking as a thing of beauty, until they pulled out the tub of crisco and whips.

Watching his unruly mop taking shape was like seeing magic happen. The horse knew his job very well, as the more time passed, the less Alex recognized himself in the mirror. Finally they’d reached the point where Prince was ready to bleach parts of his hair with the caustic substance of the same name. It was dizzying and nauseating to breath in those strong fumes, but Alex put up with them to see where Prince was headed with that nasty stuff. The horse was only applying it to the tips of his hair in specific places, letting it set for awhile, and washing it away to leave those parts completely white and free of color. He was confused as to why only parts of his head had been bleached and not the whole thing, but Prince was already setting himself to covering the white tips with neon pink dye, Alex seeing the look come together in the mirror in stunning glory. As Prince worked, the illusion came into being bit by bit until it appeared as if the human had a big pink firework going off on the top of his head. If it weren’t for the slight red and gray accents (like fire and smoke), it could’ve been easily mistaken for some kind of lotus blossom instead.

It was amazing, breathless, and even if it wasn’t his style, it was still very well done and had taken full advantage of what was already readily available to work with without extensions. “Vith zis style, ju vill turn heads and be the life of ze party. Studs would line up for miles for a chance to fuck that pretty face, but there is still some things to do.” With his hair done, Prince took a stiff brush to sweeping the leftover clippings onto the floor before yanking the apron away to leave the human naked and nervous all over again. With a generous blast of hairspray to seal every little detail of his style, Prince gazed over Alex’s shoulder into the reflection in the mirror. “Now vat is missing, hmmm?” The deep penetrating stare at his reflected erection brought on Alex’s shyness, and if he could hide his playfully bouncing boner, he would!

The stallion straightened up, not answering his own question for the human’s benefit as he took hold of a can of pink sheep brand shaving cream and a ladies razor. “Yes, those pubes simply must go.” Alex squeaked out nervously as he heard the metal ball in the can being shaken around, a generous foamy squirt soon applied to his crotch as if it were bubblegum pink whipped cream on a pie. Then down came the razor, sliding smoothly through the greasy cream swirls melting all over his cock and balls, Prince wiping the shaved hairs off in a shallow water basin between his feet since there wasn’t any space for the thing on his cluttered dresser. Alex looked over the side at the once clear clean water getting clouded with pink mist and loose curly hairs dancing around in the swirling waters, but more importantly, he got a good view of that thonged chocolate donut and balls beneath the stud’s tail from the way he was bent over rinsing off the very feminine pink razor. It was a nice view if he had to endure having his pubes being slowly scraped away. To do a very thorough job, Alex had no clue how carefully and how long the stallion would work to accomplish the task, considering that he didn’t take longer than ten or fifteen minutes to shave that area.

After several swipes of the sharp razor, a shiver went down his spine and he nearly orgasmed as one big black paw wrapped itself firmly around his whole cock to move it out of the way for the pubes on the sides and around on his balls. As badly as he wanted to shoot his load from the heavenly warm sensations gripping his dick, he knew it would be a very bad idea and not something the Frisian wanted to deal with. Even so, temptation was a bitch and it proved a challenge to concentrate on anything except that silky wet hand stroking itself absently up and down his shaft like a very firm slow handjob. Didn’t Prince know how maddening this was? How simply grabbing onto that part of his anatomy with a big toy already lodged firmly in his ass made him want to just lose all control and just let go?

He managed to control himself, his groin feeling suddenly a bit colder without the sparse forest of pubes to protect the delicate skin of his crotch and scrotum, finding himself feeling just a little bit more vulnerable than before as the equine did something surprising by suddenly deflating the horse plug in his rear to lift his butt off the seat and fold up his knees against his own chest. Alex had no clue what was going on until he felt something cold fizzing out all over his crack and taint, blushing with a nervous squeak as Prince went to town on his ass hair with the same razor to ensure that he would be a smooth twink all over. The stallion was careful, doubly so given how close he was to the boy’s gaping hole. A nick on the scrotum or dick would hurt for awhile, but none of that could compare to having his anus cut. Alex had done that enough times to know that the last thing he wanted to do was have sex or play with dildos while the injury was fresh, given the pain that was involved. Having a cut down there would be very distracting for the day, which was why he never shaved right before a hot date with a dildo.

Of course, once Prince got through with him, those lonely nights would hopefully be behind him and he would find himself surrounded with a pick of lovers to romance him freely. As a human, he was nothing special even if he was thin and attractive in his own right, he just couldn’t compete with the myriad of other species that got more than their fair share of well equipped partners. He shouldn’t be so jealous by the hand he’d been dealt, but just seeing a tall gorgeous muscled horse with two girly fennecs or otters wrapped around his waist made the human feel like there was so much potential being wasted. No way even two greedy sluts could handle that amount of horse between the both of them!

After Prince made short work of his unmentionables, he found himself plunked back down onto the plug—hard, feeling the bulbous flare inflate itself in his bowel yet again as the equine admired the perfectly trimmed crotch of the boy with a predatory smile. Though he didn’t know it, there was only one task left to the stylist, given that he was only human with no tail or other cute features to tease and decorate. “An’ now zee makeup!” Alex choked and blushed almost immediately, his heart running a race in his chest as he wiggled in the chair with no escape. No, that was the one thing he wasn’t ready for, to be gussied up like some sissy doll! “Oh, zat blush! Perfect! I must capture that look of cuteness Vith permanent makeup.” Permanent!? He struggled all the more once he heard that, wanting to be a femboy cock sock to a horse, but not a complete bimbo sissy! “Tchah, relax jah big baby. The makeup vill vash off eventually, permanent just means it cannot be smudged or wiped off for a few days.” A few days!? It wasn’t as bad as he first thought, but still. He could hardly count himself ready for such a humiliating transition.

Prince prepared the appropriate pallet on his desk, unfolding the little compartments in what looked like a rainbow toolbox with various hues and shades. Blushes, eyeliners, foundation powders, lipsticks, claw polishes, and even permanent teeth dyes. “Have ju ever wondered vhy I am zee first horse you’ve had in that snug ting you call a tush? It’s because most horses want girly effeminate things to fuck that remind them of mares. And if ju wear even a bit of makeup, it will certainly have zee right effect, no?” The Frisian didn’t even wait for rebuttals to that reasoned statement, attacking Alex’s face with ticklish brushes that felt like mosquitoes or butterflies flittering around on his skin. He could even watch in the mirror as the more delicate mask of cuteness was laid across his face. He certainly maintained some of his basic masculinity as a handsome boy, but with the long full purple eyelashes, violet eyeshadow, pink blush on his cheeks, and light layers of some thick cream covering up any hints of facial hair completely, there wasn’t any hiding that he looked like a human sex doll ready for a trial run.

If he could reach up a hand to touch the facade unveiling on his face, he would. “What have you done to me?” Alex said, a bit aghast, feeling every bit like a done up tart or hooker on a street corner. Surely this had to be some kind of mistake, some incorrect way the stallion had misinterpreted his reactions to do THIS. Okay, it wasn’t so bad. Worst case scenario, it will all wash off in a few days after a lot of showering, or maybe he could bleach the whole damn hot mess off his face.

Prince snorted impatiently, put off by the human’s ingratitude. “Vhy, I have only done my best work to make ju stunning and unforgettable to any horse that lays his eyes—and then his paws onto ju!” Such a strange vote of confidence, given how trashy and cheap he looked. He was the male equivalent of a low class hooker on the street, but then again, that was probably the look the Frisian was going for, anyway. Just a few days until the makeup faded away, maybe by then he could see if there was any difference in the way horses acknowledged him after his treatment. To be honest, one cock would be proof enough, considering how much of an actual virgin he was with not a single stud batting him the slightest glance at all. Human and skinny, yet he proved very plain and uninteresting compared to all of the variety out there that could entice one’s dick to the party.

Then came the nail polish on his fingers and toes. This was careful painstaking work with foam dividers and a magnifying glass as Prince took to the task with as much attention to detail as possible, starting with primer and finishing up the task with neon glow in the dark pink polish with little gold horseshoe decals that he sealed in place with some kind of setting coat to protect the designs and color for several weeks. They certainly looked cute, and Alex’s nails were usually filed down so short that they weren’t in any danger of cracking or breaking, the human saw as the look gradually came together. Despite not having a pussy, he looked good enough to eat and any horse would certainly not hesitate to pass his up once he got the appropriate clothes to accommodate the look.

The stallion laid on the finishing touches, deflating the plug with a sharp gasp of air as Alex found himself able to wiggle his butt around on the much slimmer rubber shaft despite still having his arms buckled down. Very soon he was freed entirely and left confused by his own appearance. He was certainly very pretty, but was he horse-class pretty? Equines had a very strange set of standards in regards to more effeminate partners. Bitterly sweet perfume misted up all over his face, forcing him to gag and choke on the strong fumes. Prince certainly didn’t wait to ask permission before applying any perfume, so this had better be a good reason. “If you want to hunt the horse, it helps to smell like their prey.” The Frisian giggled, setting the perfume bottle down on his desk where Alex caught the title of the fragrance: “Au Mare”. Simple, succinct, potent. He soon recognized the pungent smell of it as horse in heat vamped up to a greater intensity that any species could sniff out with ease.

The spraying certainly caught every equine’s interest, their tasks suddenly a hundred times more difficult to focus on with erections or at the very least, the beginning of erections. Well, Alex wanted the attention of some lucky stallion, but he definitely didn’t want to become some sexual celebrity overnight with horses chasing him around the streets just to have a piece of his fine ass. Expecting to be gang-raped any second, he was surprised to see the erect horses paying him attention every so often with curious sniffs and aroused peeks of interest, but otherwise they did their best to try to ignore him. He couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing aside from gathering his clothes back up and putting the finishing touches on negotiations with the salon’s owner. It hadn’t occurred to him until this moment that he didn’t even need to look particularly pretty to entice stallions to his bed: as co owner of this salon, he could order any one of these employees to fuck him when they weren’t otherwise occupied with work or downtime in their private lives. Oh sure, some might refuse his advances such as prissy picky Prince, but being sex-craving creatures that they were, most of them wouldn’t turn down any hole being offered after a long day of playing with sissy bois and turning them into effeminate fashion models.

Prince was already huffing impatiently as he led the way back towards the storage room in the rear where all the lockers and shampoos were kept. Alex followed nervously behind, perhaps going slower than the horse would like as he watched the other stallions working over their charges with dainty flicks of combs and scissors or crimping little bows into long silky heads of hair. With such magic ahoof, each of these once male critters were as passable for female as their natural characteristics allowed, and for a majority of them, the transformation was wondrous and inconceivable: the only things making them male at this point were their hard bouncing cocks that they weren’t allowed to play with, bound as he was before. “Hurry little slut. I do not have all day.” Prince neighed out sharply with an assertive flick of his tail to punctuate his point.

Alex scurried along with a squeak, soon finding the door shut behind him as we was now alone with the black steed. The stallion didn’t waste any time making his move, reaching a strong yet delicate-seeming arm over Alex’s head to unlock something with a click. The locker with his clothes and wallet, then. So, the stallion didn’t have any intention of finishing what they started at the sink? Such a shame, but he could hardly force a male stronger than himself to do what he wanted. Just as he was getting over his disappointment, starting by putting his socks and shoes on, then pulling up his panties with the tiny stretching hole in the back for those furs that had tails, he didn’t even get to his pants and didn’t know what happened. “Ju didn’t tink I vud just let that juicy azz valk its vay out before I got better acquainted did ju?” Alex let out a little surprised mousy squeak as a hot paw reached for his panties and pulled them back down, not all the way but just below his buttocks so that his hard cock would still be modest as it twitched and leaked in the stretchy pink nylon fabric. Prince could probably fuck him through the very stretchy tail hole, but what fun would that be? Horses did everything by force, there would be no subtlety, here. His panties were definitely yanked down by a stallion, and that same stallion would certainly be filling up his ass very soon with some hot throbbing shaftmeat.

The sex hadn’t even started, and yet he was already making all the little aroused noises of need even while his knees twitched anxiously from where he was standing and slightly bent over. His first experience with horsecock had been a scary uncertain time, but after having tasted the glory of the Frisian, he was never so sure and certain of anything else in his life: he’d been addicted with a desire for those cocks after having been filled by the burning intensity of one, unable to think straight without longing for more of that meat to fill up the empty hollow of his being with more sloppy equine love. He didn’t even need to beg for it this time; the wavering posture of his body language and the anticipation of his hurried anxious breathing betrayed him to the knowing stare of the professional breeder stallion watching intently behind while toying with his shaft using long massaging strokes.

Prince’s behavior was very atypical, to be honest. Alex had seen plenty of pornos of horses doing ponies and smaller furs, and they were never this calm and aloof from the object of their lust. Normally, they would be just as agitated and jittery with arousal as the slut they were about to shove it into. Where he should see frantic movements or random outbursts of sexual energy such as jumping and prancing with excitement, or spanking their slut, or giving them vigorous love bites all over the butt while sniffing around with wide eyes, the Frisian was instead standing off to the side as calm as a statue while he continued to lightly masturbate his veiny satin shaft. For all intents, he could just be standing in line at a really kinky, yet otherwise boring DMV to get a replacement drivers’ license!

Was he waiting for something to happen, or was the human supposed to do something to break that trance? Alex couldn’t help but feel as if he were missing something, some unwritten code of equine courtship that had to be fulfilled before sex could happen. His panties were down, he was offering himself, he was as horny as he could possibly get, and the stallion in question was playing with a fully hard and ready erection. All the criteria seemed to be met, so what was missing? He thought back on the pornos he’d watched and remembered one odd detail he hadn’t thought much of before. He’d seen the females do it, which he considered normal for their species, but then again, it wasn’t just the mares and barely legal fillies, was it? Vixens, cows, sows, bitches, hens, they all did it in the presence of a male horse. And it wasn’t just female animals, either, because the males of different species did it, too. Once they did THAT, they got all the attention and sex they could handle with even two horses struggling to put their cocks in one hole at times, which of course was a level far beyond Alex’s current ability to do.

He grabbed his buttocks in his hands and bent over lower to better expose himself to the horse while he did that thing. Prince snorted with a hushed squeal of surprised lust, watching with unblinking intensity as the human tightened his anal muscles to wink his gape rhythmically at the horse like a mare in heat, the purposeful movements of his pink shaven butthole got the appropriate reaction as Prince paced side to side around his dainty butt, trying to get a better view of what he was being offered as his dancelike prancing had him bounding and leaping towards that rump with long strides as though some black elegant stag.

Alex gasped with a surprised whine as a wide furry palm slammed down hard across both his cheeks in one fiery sting, Prince chuckling in a light lilting effeminate elvish way as he pulled back his paw to deliver yet more blows. The human blushed and took it, his ass growing warm with soreness from the sharp spanks as he found himself somewhat relieved with the normalcy of the sexual abuse. In the pornos, the horses would take to exciting their mares even further with either bites or spanks on the butt, so this was certainly to be expected, and Alex should’ve known beforehand which way the Frisian would go since he couldn’t imagine such a proud regal creature running around biting asses regardless of how tempting and juicy they were.

So, the hand it was, and what a very nice thrashing it was, too. He made the appropriate gasps and moans as his buns rippled from the sudden vicious strikes, softening whatever little resistance he had so that there would be naught but total submission to the well understood and documented dominant power of equus in charge. It occurred to him that the abuse to his butt during the courtship was the way a mare was psychologically broken to a stallion’s will in the same way that her body was physically broken by his unyielding cock. Prince didn’t need to slap at his rump anymore, Alex already submitting to the Frisian’s overbearing yet professional sexual will. Any other horse was an unknown, that they’d be nice in normal circumstances but uncontrollable monsters in the breeding shed once hormones were set loose. With Prince, Alex felt oddly safe, knowing the black stud would stop if his lovemaking hurt the human in any way. It was that aura of patience he’d seen earlier, the one that clued him into how unusual the stallion was when compared to the rest of his kind. A wild rut with a half-mad horse would be okay if he were already accustomed to what they dished out, but for his first time, yeah, it would definitely help if he entrusted his vulnerabilities to a gentle horse who knew his limitations and wouldn’t act against them.

He felt it rubbing hotly against his continually winking anus, the blunt flare with its sharp flower-shaped ridge that felt as though a soft boneless fist were trying to press its way into him. He was more than ready for it, having taken it already, and in fact was in the perfect open position to take it with his buttocks pulled away from the entry point. The slimy oozing cockhead slithered all along his crack and taint like a hot wet paintbrush covered in very fine sand, Alex having felt it rub against the outside of his hole multiple times, so it certainly knew the way, it just didn’t have the power behind it to force its way into his still snug gape with anything approaching ease or mercy.

Prince was clever enough to see the problem immediately after a few useless tries, and he had an equally intriguing solution. Alex felt half a ton of full-bodied stallion kneeling over his torso, hot paws wide as plates roaming across his sides in a sensual slithering ticklish massage until they found their prey. Thick fingers grabbed at his delicate nipples and gave them some rough twists and squeezes, causing the human to cry out from the unexpected sharp twinges of pain. It hurt to have his tits played with so roughly, but there was also a strange pleasure aspect to it that aroused him in much the same way as the spanking. He quickly realized that the strange foreplay was just a distraction from pain elsewhere as his heart skipped a nervous beat when he felt the wide horsecock slowly sinking itself through the snug rubbery confines of his anal rings to find his previously straightened and opened up bowels.

The pain of being entered so quickly and savagely quickly ebbed away as he felt the presence of Prince’s glorious shaft now throbbing and twitching inside with comforting radiating warmth almost like a cozy fireplace for the inside of his ass. He couldn’t imagine taking anything bigger than that, the girthy member stretching him to his limits as it wiggled around inside. Every little movement that he or the horse made became a reminder of his total submission to the dark-furred dom, Alex struggling with himself not to play with his erect tool even while Prince massaged further tingles of warmth into already sore nipples.

He gave the slimy intruder a reassuring squeeze, a blush growing brighter on his face with an animalistic moan that grew higher in tone the further the cock nudged itself along his tunnel. He felt it spread him apart with its absurdly big glans as it reached regions that hadn’t experience the passage of objects bigger than a finger was disorienting. Alex didn’t have much sensation that far up compared to the rest, but he could definitely feel the strain of it pushing the narrows of his colon apart. For all his suitor lacked in sensuality, he made it up in gentle patience. It seemed that after the nipping stage, pretty much all sense of foreplay was completely forgotten about as the completion of the act and the release of seed became the most vital task.

Alex was gradually noticing that stallions weren’t interested in foreplay or tenderness during the act, but only before or afterwards. Under the pressure of their beastly breeding instincts, the amount of haste certainly made sense, given the size of their big balls that needed to be emptied into some lucky awaiting hole. The human waddled slowly over to a nearby wall where he could better brace himself from the onslaught of muscular hips slamming him to and fro with wet slurps of ramming meat. He found himself on unsteady legs until he changed his posture, even so much as to almost grow seasick from the potent vigorous fucking, heavy meaty balls slapping against him from the spirited drilling of slickened shaft.

He could feel the hot breath on the back of his face, the heavy imposing body leaning over him with legs crouched for easier access to his much shorter body as if Alex were a tiny pony taking a relentless rutting from a drafthorse more than ten times his size. The massive cock hadn’t wasted any time in hollowing him out, now moving in and out of his wrecked slippery tunnel like an animal piston as it delved deeper with every thrust before relenting back out in jarring retreats that left him feeling very empty and hollow down there. Despite the ferocity of the passion, he found the furious pace of the girthy intruder scooping out his insides with wet heat to be everything he ever wanted from a partner, even if it wasn’t meant to last forever.

One minute he would feel the unflared bulge of the glans poking obscenely out from his belly like a fist wrapped in a tarp of skin, the next he would barely feel anything as the ridge on the tip pulled almost all the way out except for a constant fullness and annoying tugging on the inside of his anus as though it were a very big buttplug unable to escape, the process being repeated all over again between the two extremes even as he felt the sex becoming easier and faster as his passages were further straightened and widened out from the brutal train engine ramming. If Prince kept this up for too long, the boy might only be good for use by horsecocks, since anything smaller would just probably slip in too easily and not feel a thing up there.

Suddenly, everything came to a halt, leaving the human to wonder exactly what had happened. Prince stopped almost instantly with one particularly devastating slam of his hips that left him buried in Alex’s ass as far as he could go, the equine snorting in gasps of excited pants as his tail seemed to flag and waver about in a raised position. Then he felt it; the cock seemed to jump inside of him with amazing vigor as if it were a big greasy fish, a sudden intense warmth filled his belly with an even higher temperature than the cock itself as he felt spurts of cum flood hastily throughout his insides like stud lava. A tiny constant trickle oozed from the gaps in his hole, but most of it stayed safely inside to leave the human feeling very full and pregnant with the reassuring warmth of seed ballooning up his belly with sloshing viscous heat. It felt so good to be cummed in by a horse, and just as good to feel that horse cuddling close to his body in a desperate embrace as he rode out a powerful orgasm between twitching onyx thighs.

Prince would’ve kept the human covered and impaled, but as his orgasm ebbed away into oblivion, his magnificent cock followed the heavenly fleeting sensation by shriveling into a formless noodle before being sucked back up into his sheathe with a drippy slurp. Without the cock inside him, Alex struggled to keep all that delicious cum in his butt with the new honorary gape he’d been given, even trying to use his hands to press his buttocks tightly together without much success while the stallion looked on from where he rested atop a chair in tired amusement, frothy sweat coursing from his fur in every direction after the intense exercise he’d given the human.

It took him a moment to figure out that he was done, that now he had to put his clothes back on while leaking everywhere! As embarrassing as that was, Alex was hardly ready to take more of Prince, anyway. Since he couldn’t go for round two, getting ready to leave was probably the only option he had unless he wanted to make things more awkward. As he slipped on the panties, he knew they wouldn’t absorb nearly enough of the cum before the stallion’s liquid gift splattered all over his pants and made his lewdness all too apparent to anyone on the street. It wasn’t bad enough that he smelled like soggy horse, but now his pants would show the signs of his anal conquest, but there would be no help for it as he slid his pants up and slipped into his shoes without socks. The damned socks could wait; all he wanted was to get back home before anymore cum leaked out than he could control, some of it already leaving the back of his girly undies all damn and miserable as the mess congealed between his buns.

Somehow by some miracle, he managed to get through the whole process despite having a very big wet spot in the back of his pants that smelled of the musky male horse milk. At the very least he didn’t look like he’d shit himself, but that was a small concession given how humiliating the rest of his lack of control appeared: with all the fucking that went on, every slut he’d ever met had excellent muscle control to hold in their loads before finding someplace discreet to evacuate all that steamy studjuice. For him not to be able to do the same thing was already a measure of shame that made him feel lesser before their eyes. Look at the silly human who can’t even compete with the rest of the size queens. For the moment he found himself disgusted with his lack of control.

Just as Alex was feeling somewhat hopeless over his predicament, Prince had an interesting solution for him, though it was probably an offer he’d been better off refusing. The wet spot in the seat of his pants was starting to form just as the black stallion conveniently noticed a box left in the corner marked “lost & found”, the human already knowing what was going through the horse’s head. “’Ere, ju can vear some of zis.” Sliding the box with its contents over to the human. Alex took a brief look at the mismatched garments inside and blushed, for not a damn masculine thing could be seen amongst the cluttered bundle of lost clothing. These were all girly things being offered, some of them even more revealing that he’d like. The only thing good about them was that he could smell how perfectly cleaned they were, so the salon seemed to have the courtesy to wash them before returning them to their owners. Except, these hadn’t been returned, and it seemed that whatever furs had lost them weren’t coming back, which probably encouraged Prince to simply give them out as the occasion required.

The contents were a tangled bundle of pinks, purples, and rainbows. To start, the only thing that would cover his lower half was a strange pinkish-white unicorn hoodie/leotard/tutu combo with button snaps on the crotch for bathroom use and easy access for fucking. The gauze tutu didn’t even cover anything up, so it hardly served any function except to stick out and look cuter. It even had a fake tail that looked like a white lion tail with pink fluff on the end. With unicorns, their tails could go either way with more horselike or cowlike features, so he wasn’t surprised by that. What did surprise him was that it would stretch to be a perfect fit over his body, and the stallion was watching hungrily nearby expecting him to wear it!

Then again, even if he went along with the Frisian and changed out clothes into this “unitard” with all its slut vestments, that didn’t change the original problem of why he needed to change clothes in the first place. “Won’t I just end up ruining this with my leaking ass, too?” He hoped he didn’t sound as if he were whining but instead making a valid point. Prince looked at him aghast with realization, pretending such a thing probably hadn’t occurred to him. More likely than not, Alex suspected the equine wanted to see him fail so that he’d have no nice clothes and either have to walk home with sloppy shame on his pants or do so naked and own the look.

For a moment, Prince seemed to ponder the point before reaching behind for another container, this one being a small brown woven basket full of random objects that Alex couldn’t see from a distance. “Ju are right! And because ju were a good slut, you get a toy from the toy chest!” Instead of the cheap trinkets one might expect such as rubber balls, plastic army dudes, plastic bracelets and rings, hopping frogs, and plastic spiral tops, the human got a more unusual surprise as he was greeted by toys of an adult nature. Then again, why should he be surprised by such a discovery, when confronted with the purpose of this salon?

He had a minute to digest the contents as Prince helpfully shook about the contents to allow him to see all that there was. Large buttplugs, small bad dragon toys, anal bead strings a foot long, even a few of those strange little textured eggs that turned into stretchy disposable strokers. Everything there was mostly pink except for the whitish blue masturbation eggs. Knowing what he needed, his choices were between a plug or a knotted dildo, of which there were many to decide on. No, Alex, let’s keep things simple. He took out a pink buttplug with the widest retention flare he could find, knowing that it would keep him from leaking like nothing else. Prince put the basket away, and that’s when shit got really interesting.

The horse pounced him without a second glance, wrestling him out of the pants and panties he’d only just put on moments before, getting the human in a tight restricting chokehold as he effortlessly shoved the plug up his gaping ass and followed the humiliating insertion with a sharp slap to his cheeks. It was probably crueler treatment than he’d like, but the deed was done and he felt a bit more confident. All too quickly, he found the new confidence leaving him as the stallion reached over for the unitard with one paw without letting go of Alex in the other. He wasn’t expecting the equine to dress him, much less in something so effeminate and girly as that! Obviously, it had been meant for some adult female fur who found such things cute and liked to do exercises and gymnastics as a girly girl, but Alex knew that some sissy had been wearing it instead, otherwise there would be no explanation for how it had ended up in this gay twink salon.

He found himself with little choice as the very revealing garment was forced on him, followed by a pair of panties even frillier and girlier than the previous pair he’d started with. And the new borrowed panties had a nifty hole in the back for a specific purpose that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. With the new panties in place, on clicked the snaps snugly around his crotch, but Alex knew that no part of this costume would protect him from any further sexual assaults on the street. All one had to do was unbutton the snaps and yank out the plug, and his wide open assless panties would be open for business like a slut drive thru! Really, the false modesty afforded by the leotard portion was an illusion devised by some crafty stallions.

The only silver lining in this whole mess was that the leotard came with a floppy unicorn head hood that he could use to hide his blush of shame while Prince put some very dainty nylon socks with pink frills on his feet along with a pair of pink leather flats covered in little bells that were sure to catch the attention of any horny beasts nearby! Not that he wanted to wear such things, but now that the equine had got him dressed up like a slutty doll, there wasn’t any real graceful way to opt out of the attire short of tearing it off and running through the streets naked. Given the hard strange choice, he couldn’t figure out which was worse: being the femmy slut, or being naked. The stallion had already whisked off his old clothes for laundering before he even noticed, so not even that option was on the table.

Coming out of the room looking like THAT certainly turned some heads and gave him attention he hardly wanted. Every femboy and horse favored him with at least a curious glance if not more, leaving Alex feeling very self-conscious about his overall naughty appearance. He looked like an anime loli pure and simple, all that was missing was the chibi sidekicks and the tentacle rape to clinch the deal. As he approached the front, which was no small feat with how embarrassed he was, the appaloosa had to do a double take while giggling. “Oh, I see Princey poo really worked that stallion magic on you! I hardly believed he had the skill to turn a frumpy twink into an overly feminized flowerboi, yet here you are all pretty and ready for a fucking in your proper place.” If anything, that verdict seemed to deepen his already fever pitched humiliation and shame. Whatever horses deemed beautiful never boded well for the partners they claimed, usually bordering on the obscene end of fashion. “You better hurry along now, before someone here gets any notion to rut you again.” It was a prophetic warning of equine virility and Alex took it to heart. Already, his ass was made sore beyond belief, and he couldn’t imagine being taken for a ride all over again when he wasn’t even used to walking the right way from his aching gape constantly protesting at him with every mincing step.

He was turned and headed for the door when he felt the leopard horse slap him crudely across the ass with a whistling catcall of a neigh, making his face burn all the hotter for being reduced to a piece of readily available fuckmeat for all stallionkind. “Don’t be a stranger, but do be strange. We love our little weirdo cock-worshipping sissies here!” He gasped out a nonsensical answer as the heavy door slapped him in the butt as a further insult. As furs began to notice him standing there on the sidewalk trying to compose his nervousness and embarrassment, Alex couldn’t recall feeling so vulnerable in his life. He could go back in the salon and wait until nightfall before sneaking out, he could walk home normally as if nothing were wrong, or he could run home as fast as he could. The first was a mistake, given the horny nature of the stylists and how his presence would just tempt them into action. The second might get him a mob of rapey males taking turns on him. The third would entice all the predators to come after him, as though it were some sporting challenge and he were their prey to hunt down and fuck senseless. Alex took a deep breath to think, and chose one of the options at random and went with it, hoping he wouldn’t regret it later when a dick found his spry hole.