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Mathew looked anxiously out of the feral horse trailer as miles of tall grass and sparse trees went by. Wherever they were taking him, it was far away from civilization and likewise far away from anywhere that someone might conduct a search for him. This was bad news for the young lion and he knew it.

He fidgeted in the boots that had been fitted around his feet, trying to get comfortable. A seemingly impossible task given that he now stood on hard rubber hooves instead of paws but he tried anyway. The lion didn't have access to a mirror but he was sure he looked ridiculous in the faux horse boots which went up to his thighs. Still, kinky rubber hooves were the least of his troubles right now.

Alone in the trailer, the gas station attendant wondered how things had gone so wrong. The horse who had kidnapped him hadn't seemed like a bad guy. Hell, he'd been dashing in a "look at how much money I have" kind of way. To the lion's eternal shame and embarrassment, he'd even come on to the equine, just prior to his kidnapping.

Mathew blushed when he thought about how forward he'd been, asking the tall man if he'd needed any "help with anything", in a tone of voice that promised the handsome stranger a good time without actually saying anything. His future kidnapper had looked at him, smiled, and inquired what sort of help the attendant could offer him.

Interpreting the horse's positive response as encouragement, the bored and horny store clerk had glanced around to make sure they were alone before slipping a hand boldly down the front of the man's tailored pants. Reaching down until he gripped the soft hose hidden within, the teenager slyly observed, "It looks like there might be some swelling down here. There's some First-Aid in the back, if you'd like to follow me."

The horse had considered the younger lion for a moment, making no move to respond other than to casually glance around the room to ensure they were alone. Oddly, the horse had seemed more interested in the ceiling than the aisles. Mathew realized later that the man must have been checking the positions of the old, barely functional security cameras.

Eager to land this hot lay, the lion started gently rubbing the man's large and expanding package. The horse closed his eyes, sighed softly in pleasure, and said, "I think kitty better take his paw back... before I keep it all for myself."

Stupidly, Mathew's response to this was slipping a second hand down the man's pants and to use both hands to pleasure the customer.

"And what if I gave you both paws?"

The man's knees shuddered and he moaned softly as the young man's finger's caressed and stroked his now straining erection. Mathew could feel the man thrust into his hands, seeking more of his touch. The boy felt his pulse race.

Taking a moment to compose himself the man said, "Well, in that case I suppose I would just have to claim both of them, wouldn't I? That's only fair, since you're giving them to me."

Mathew was just about to leverage his grip on the man's privates to escort him into the back office when the thing the gas station attendant felt was a sudden sharp pain in his neck. The man had jabbed him with the long, thin needle of a hidden syringe and while Mathew had seen the needle at the last second, he hadn't been able defend himself or react in time with both of his hands trapped down the man's pants. The low paid gas station employee tried to raise his arms but his hands were full of thick horse cock and stuffed too snugly behind the pants' waistband.

The syringe's plunger already depressed, Mathew belatedly tried to shout for help. But not only were they alone within the gas station, his mouth felt as though it had been stuffed full of dry cotton. Moments later his legs and body felt leaden as he toppled over, caught by the man who had been prepared for his fall.

The lion's last thoughts before he passed out were how warm and thick the man's member felt between his hands. His faltering brain couldn't make sense of why the man would attack him. The horse had clearly been turned on. Did he want a blowjob? The confused young man fell unconscious, his horse's erection still hot and throbbing in his trapped hands.

When Mathew woke hours later, the maned lion was already bound tight, dressed in sturdy pony gear. His arms were tied uncomfortably behind his back, a thick bit had been pressed into his mouth, and rubber boots with hoofs for soles had been locked onto both legs. The lion tried to stand up only to receive the sting of a riding crop against his balls for his trouble. He yelped through the bit, trying and failing to speak through the gag.

"Don't be in such a rush, pony. Before you stand you need to listen. Are you listening?"

The man sounded calm and confident, just like he had back at the gas station. But now there was another dimension to the equine's voice. Dominance and impatience.

The teenager was looking around, desperately trying to get his bearings. The crop swung once more, then time impacting his sack with explosive force. Mathew screamed into the bit.

"I asked if you were listening. Or would you like to feel the crop a third time?"

The lion nodded frantically. Yes, he wanted to say, yes! He was listening! Please stop!

"Excellent. In a moment I'll help you to your hooves, my pretty little pony. But first, let me explain what I expect from you. Here shortly I expect you to walk unaided to the trailer. Then I expect you to stand in place while I securely fasten you. You will do this without protest or resistance. Finally, you're going to wait patiently within the trailer while my driver brings us home. Understand?"

The teenager blinked. Getting into the man's trailer seemed unspeakably dangerous. The lion didn't know how likely rescue was at that moment, but it was only going to become far more unlikely once the man took him wherever he was going. Wherever "home" was. But the lion couldn't tell the man that. So instead he nodded.

"Good. Up we go then."

The much larger horse helped the tied up boy to his unsteady feet. It was only then that Mathew realized he was naked. He whimpered, looking down at his exposed cock before taking in his surroundings.

"If you'd like to run, now's your chance. Though you won't get very far with boots on your feet and drugs in your system. But I'm happy to watch you try. As long as you're happy to have me punish you for the attempt."

Mathew swayed unsteadily on his feet, already realizing how hopeless his current situation was.

"Or if you've a mind to avoid unnecessary pain, you can walk to the trailer. We'll take you home and everything will begin to make sense once we arrive. I promise."

The lion whimpered, his eyes now damp with tears of fear and frustration.

"Oh? Need more time to think about it? I don't mind. I'll just be swatting your balls around while you think things over. Please, don't rush on my account. I enjoy this."

The horse was true to his word, flicking the crop back and forth none too gently across the lion's already tender and swelling balls. Unable to cope with any more pain, Mathew moved towards the open trailer with unsteady steps. The rubber hooves felt so strange under his feet and he found he had to change his gait to compensate.

"There's a good boy," the equine said, following behind him. The man pocketed the unseen second needle he'd been ready to use in case the panicked lion had chosen that moment to sprint.

And just like that, Mathew's entire life changed. They'd been driving for several hours now, and the lion realized escape was unlikely unless he could get to a phone. Even if he managed to get away from the man, without some way of calling for help he'd just starve out here in all these miles of nothing. Plus, he was bound and he doubted he'd be able to get out of the restraints through sheer force of will.

Also worrying Mathew was the fact that there were no other cars on the road. No buildings. Just grass, more grass, and the occasional dehydrated looking tree. The boy felt so stupid. Like a complete slut, he'd actually come onto his kidnapper. He could still feel the man's hot, smooth cock between his fingers. The man's reactions. His moans. The horse had clearly been into him. Which meant...

The teenager's mind raced through the reasons why such an obviously wealthy man would want to kidnap him. Ransom seemed terribly unlikely. The man didn't need the money and the lion obviously didn't come from money.

But if not ransom, there was one obvious possibility. Mathew looked down at his naked body. As if seeing them for the first time, he took in the sight off the leather hooves and the kink gear. Could it be... was he really being kidnapped so that the man could...

Suddenly, the scenery changed. Where once there was nothing but grass, there was now an expansive estate. Buildings, fences, guard houses, men with holstered guns.

And...

Mathew couldn't believe his eyes.

As the trailer came to a stop by a large rustic looking building, the lion saw a naked fox adorned in what looked to be a complete set of pony gear very similar to his own. Except, this fox was armless, bent over a wood beam, and being fucked by a bear twice the other boy's size.

The teenager could only look on as the massive bear slammed into the armless fox-pony again and again, the red furred young man looking like he was barely hanging on as his body was aggressively pummeled by the man in the guard's uniform. Mathew's eye caught the gun holstered at the bear's side.

This was a very dangerous place to be, the lion immediately knew.

The guard must not have appreciated the fox's lack of enthusiasm because he slapped the boy's ass -- hard! -- which caused the fox to come to life and start pushing back against the bear's thrusts.

"Roy," the lion's kidnapper called out, now outside of the truck that had been pulling the trailer and approaching the mid-coitus pair. "Hurry up and finish with Lusty so you can help me get the new stallion settled in for the night."

"Yes, sir," the bear said between weighty thrusts. Reaching out to grip the fox's muzzle, the black bear squeezed the fox's nostrils closed beneath his palm. The armless youth immediately set to squirming, unable to breath through the man's strong grip.

"There we go boy, squeeze tight and make me cum quick or it's lights out for you. And remember, ponies that fall asleep on the job get punished, yeah?"

The guard was hardly thrusting at this point. Instead it was the fox who was doing most of the work, working his overstuffed hole back and forth over the bear in a frantic attempt to make the man shoot.

For a long moment his efforts seemed destined to fail but after nearly half a minute without air the fox was able to pull forth a long groan from the guard.

"Yeah, get that cum, bitch! I know you want it, fucking slut. Desperate for it, aren't you?"

Finally the bear let go, causing the fox to gasp as though he'd been holding that breath his whole life. The cruel guard chuckled as he pulled out, taking a moment to rub his spent member on the fox's bare ass. Somehow the other boy had managed to stay conscious and standing.

Then, terror struck Mathew in his heart as the bear looked over and made eye contact with him. The man called Roy stared at the bound lion for a moment that seemed to stretch on forever. The lion's heart was pounding in his chest in fear as the bear's cum-covered member began to firm up once more, going from half-hard to something approaching full arousal.

The man licked his lips hungrily as he took in the sight of the new arrival and said, "Well hello, cutie. Ain't you a looker. Mister Brandt sure can pick 'em."

The equine strolled into view and retorted, "Roy, if I wanted your opinion, I'd give it to you. And by the way, you're lucky Lusty is on punishment detail or we'd be installing you in the stable alongside our kitty here. Understand?"

"...Yes, Mister Brandt. Sorry, sir," the bear said, his face draining of color. Mathew understood that this large, pitiless guard was genuinely scared of the horse. Or, at least terrified of getting on the man's bad side.

"Excellent. Then pull up your pants and get this one settled in. Put him in the primary stall."

"Yes, sir," the guard said, hurrying to comply. "And, uhhh, his name, sir? For the paperwork. The chief handler is sure to ask."

The horse came around to the side of the trailer to face the lion. The gas attendant must have looked scared to death because the man smiled at him and winked in what seemed intended to be a reassuring manner.

"This lucky pony's name is Clopper. And what an adventure he has ahead of him."

Mathew didn't like the sound of that. Had his name just been taken from him? Just like that fox's arms had been taken. The teenager shuddered in the cool evening air. This place was beyond dangerous. He suddenly regretted getting into that trailer without a fight. If he could do it over, he'd have run as fast as these rubber hooves would have permitted. Even if it was pointless, he should have run.

"Yes, sir. Clopper it is, sir. Very good. And what size should we use for his... ummm, seat?"

Still smiling up at the lion, the horse replied back, "Oh, Clopper here wants the horse cock. Don't you, boy?"

The guard seemed momentarily surprised by this, but masked it well.

"Yes, sir. Horse cock it is. I'll get that in place and we'll get Clopper here settled in for the night. And if you don't mind me saying so, sir, he looks like he'll be a bit tight. May we use extra lube?"

"Oh, I think a good deal lube is going to be required. And you'll probably want to grab a couple extra hands to help you, too. Clopper here is certain to be having second thoughts right about now. You know how new ponies can be. But I'm sure you and the handlers are up to the task of getting our new pony settled in for the night."

Several minutes later and a great deal of yelling and screaming, Mathew was standing tall in his stable with a massive horse dildo pressed agonizingly deep within him. And it wasn't just the length that strained the kidnapped youth but the girth as well. The dildo was affixed to a series of metal poles secured to the ground and between those and straps holding him to the poles directly behind him, the lion was forced to stand in place and accommodate the artificial cock that was nearly splitting him in two.

The straps were pulled tight and there was no way off the girth that was stretching the gas station attendant's cheeks so wide. He was trapped, forced to stand upon his rubber hooves in what looked to be a modified stall for feral horses.

Nearby three men were panting from the effort of having to push the frightened, resisting boy down on his thick rubber "seat". Mr. Brandt also stood nearby, having observed but not participated as the struggling lion was pushed inch by inch onto the dildo that would serve as part of his sleeping arrangement.

With a motion of his arm, the equine dismissed the group of men. All three men left wordlessly, each nodding respectfully to the horse as they passed.

"Hello there, Clopper. Looks like it's just the two of us now. I imagine you must have a great many questions, yes?"

The pained, groaning lion nodded yes.

"Phrased simply, your sad life as a minimum wage employee is over. Starting today, I want you to embrace your new life as a pony. Not just any pony. My pony. My stallion, as a matter of fact."

Mathew groaned again and shook his head. No! He didn't want this!

"Scared?" the horse asked. "Don't be. You'll settle into your new routine before you know it. Working and playing and racing. Every day competing to earn my approval. But don't fret, my amorous pony. It won't all be exercise and sweat. Soon it will be you breeding that fox. It might seem far fetched, but I assure you that soon it will be you pounding into his hole as he presses back against your animalistic thrusts."

The lion was sure he'd misheard. Him breeding the fox? But, wasn't he here to get fucked? The horse dildo jammed into him seemed to confirm that.

"Lusty is one of four geldings who will be under your stewardship, as the ranch's one and only stallion. Setting aside training, exercise, and other responsibilities, you'll need to split your attention between the other ponies. And believe me, they can be quite insatiable for their herd leader's stallionhood. Especially that cock-hungry fox-pony. He practically cries in joy every time he's mounted."

The teenager must have looked incredulous because the horse chuckled.

"Don't believe me? You will. We put special compounds in the stallion's feed and medicine. It's no exaggeration to say that the geldings are quite literally addicted to getting bred by their herd leader. Their stallion. Because without regular breeding the geldings get a little, shall we say, anxious. Or perhaps 'frustrated' is a better word. Like a scratch they can't itch themselves that gets worse hour by hour. Until all they can think about is your cock. Fucking them. Claiming them. Breeding them. Trust me when I say that your geldings are very eager to meet you. They must be quivering in anticipation by now, their mare-clits straining in the open air. Withdrawal does funny things to a desperate-for-cock gelding. "

This Mr. Brandt was insane, Mathew was realizing. Completely insane. And making things infinitely worse, apparently the man was also rich and powerful. If what he said was true, he'd done this before. Kidnapping young men like him, permanently maiming them, and turning them into animals for his private pervert ranch.

Continuing on with his monologue, the horse said, "Well, most of them. Tight-end is the exception. I should mention that he was the ranch's stallion before you and he's still struggling to accept his status as the ranch's newest gelding. But, in time he'll come around. You see, I'm a strong believer in bringing fresh blood into the herd and so, like finely tuned clockwork, every three years or so I procure a new stallion. Today, that stallion is you. Three years from now it will be some other young, energetic pony and you'll join the rest of the herd. Which means that you will need to be gelded around that time as well, of course."

Had... this man just said he was already planning on castrating him?

Mathew went ballistic. He screamed, shouted, twisting and pulling at the straps. His ass burned fierce as he shifted and moved but he ignored the pain. This man was completely bonkers!

"Shhhh, there is no reason to fret, my wild untamed stallion. These dangling orbs of yours are in no immediate risk. Rather, your lion-pony balls feature prominently in my long-term plans. In the coming days they'll be pampered, groomed, enhanced, and yes, used and thoroughly enjoyed by you. True, they will also be punished on occasion. You should understand now that severe ball pain is the inevitable result anytime you refuse a handler's instruction or embarrass me."

'Clopper' was hyperventilating now. This was a nightmare. A nightmare which he needed to wake up from! 'Severe ball pain'? The equine was talking about torturing his sack as casually as though he were discussing the weather!

"But on the whole, your male bits will bring you far more pleasure in the coming years than they will pain. Especially if you learn to obey quickly. And when I remove them, years from now, it will be done in a humane, no-nonsense manner. A small injection, a few snips, a handful of stitches and it will be done. Then it will be you who will be welcoming your new stallion. Pressing back against him as he breeds you deeply, his breath warm on your neck as his sweat intermingles with your own."

The equine paused a moment to take the lion's balls in hand, stroking them gently, very nearly playing with them.

"Yes, you have years of breeding your herd ahead of you before your own appointment with the vet. Near endless days of pleasure and fucking. And... in return for this wonderful new life I've given you..."

Smiling coyly, the horse took off his jacket. Followed by his vest, his under shirt, and his pants. Mathew wanted to look away but couldn't. There was something undeniably magnetic about the man. The equine had the powerful aura of a cult leader. It was charm and beauty laced through with incurable insanity. But even trapped and bound as he was, the lion couldn't deny the man's devastating beauty.

Soon the equine stood before the bound lion, naked and exposed in all his glory. And there hung the horse cock that Mathew had reached down and grasped back at the gas station.

"In return for this stress-free life of breeding and merry-making, you're going to be a good little stallion and keep your owner satisfied. Which is to say, me. Oh, hush now. This shouldn't come as any great burden, given how hungry you were for me earlier. Even if you weren't consciously aware, you wanted me to make you my mare. You were desperate for it. I could see it in your eyes. I could feel it in your grip. There's no point in denying it."

The equine took his half-hard member and began to rub it against the lion's own maleness. Which, to his profound humiliation, began to likewise rise to meet the occasion. When it came to size, there was no contest between them. His kidnapper's arousal was far larger and much thicker. Mathew blushed in embarrassment at his evident shortcoming as he reflexively compared himself to the man.

"There we go... I knew I'd picked right when I selected you for my ranch. Normally I don't snatch my next stallion on a whim like that. That was quite out of character for me, I must admit. I've always chosen my moment and my target carefully. But something about you and I just... clicked. Do you feel it? The chemistry between us."

Mathew didn't feel any chemistry, but he did feel a massive horse cock rubbing up and down his shaft and across his balls and thighs. Rather, he felt two horse cock's touching him. The one up his ass and the one playfully batting his own cock back and forth. Despite the unhinged circumstances, the erotic act was still having a profound effect on him. The lion panted in his bindings, still feeling hugely stretched by the dildo those men had brutally shoved him down on.

The man took his now erect length in hand, stroking both of their cocks against each other. Mr. Brandt pressed his nostrils into the lion's mane, taking in his mare's scent. Mathew felt the far larger member throb against his own. The man's hand moved up and down their poles, masturbating them both. The teenager felt his arousal begin to peak as his body reacted regardless of his feelings.

"There we go. Relax and enjoy it. I'm a strict master, yes, but I can also be a kind master. The next few years will be filled with the best sex of your entire life. And this pleasure is nothing compared to what it will feel like to slide into one of your geldings."

Mr. Brandt used his free hand to run his hand through the lion's mane, stroking the boy's hair as his other hand masturbated their cocks against each other.

"It's time to say 'goodbye' to Mathew and embrace your new life as Clopper. Cum one final time as a free man and then say goodbye to your old, boring life. Spray your last load as a lion and embrace your stallionhood. Then you can sleep, satisfied and ready for your new life. Because tomorrow you have a big day ahead of you. The first of many. Oh what things I have to show you. You simply haven't lived until you've attended one of my parties. And you'll be the main attraction. My stallion. My mare."

What followed next was the most conflicted orgasm of Mathew's life. Kidnapped and bound, his lionhood sprayed wildly all over the two of them, his cum spraying on the horse's cock, stomach, and chest, as well as his own.

"Good, let it all out. Give me your orgasm. Your body. Your future. And take... all... I have to give you!"

Whatever else the horse might have said was cut off by his own eruption. One far more power and plentiful than even Mathew's impressive climax. Except, whereas the lion-pony's spray had been wild and undirected, the equine's was focused, aimed, and targeted.

With practiced precision, the kidnapper painted his new property from crotch to mane. Every notable part of the lion was drenched in horse cum. His cock and balls. His chest and stomach. His face and shoulders.

As he shot, Mr. Brandt shuddered and gasped in pleasure while still keeping a careful grip on himself. This was his first sexual experience with his new stallion and he wanted to enjoy it. But he was also determined to send a message. With his potent orgasm he would make this teenage male understand that he'd been claimed. Scented and marked with his master's seed.

By the time the horse's orgasm concluded the blinking, shocked boy was utterly drenched. His own climax lost somewhere in the deluge he'd just been subjected to. Unable to speak with the bit in his mouth, the boy could only pant as he came down from his sexual high. That's when the grim reality of his situation landed anew like a ton of bricks.

He was completely, utterly fucked.

Using a nearby towel hanging on a bronze hook, Mr. Brandt cleaned himself up as he addressed Mathew for the final time that evening. The lion found it difficult to tear his eyes away from the equine's slowly shrinking shaft. The rod that had just slimed him in huge helpings of horse cum. The cock which he'd be working to keep satisfied, according to the man.

"Your new journey begins, starting tomorrow. You'll have much to learn and even more to unlearn. I tell you now what I tell all my new stallions. Obey and work hard and you'll experience pleasure like you've never known before. Disobey and cause trouble and you'll find yourself praying that I geld you early, if only to make the pain stop. Think on that and use this night to make peace with your new life. Because tomorrow you'll wake up as my herd's stallion, with all the privileges and responsibilities that entails. I expect great things from you, Clopper. Disappoint me at your own peril."

The horse punctuated this last point by taking the lion's sack in hand once more and squeezing with enough pressure to fall just short of pain. Which meant the compression of his spent, tender balls was a warning and a threat.

And then the man left, 'Clopper' still covered in his owner's fertile seed. The lion was forced to close his left eye as he felt some of the warm but cooling splooge drip down from his brow. He tried not to think about how powerfully humiliating it was to be covered in his kidnapper's cum while strapped down onto a horse dildo.

Gone was the intense but momentary pleasure of his own orgasm. In its place grew dread and anxiety like he'd never felt before. Alone with his own thoughts, the same words ran through the boy's head over and over again until he finally managed to fall asleep hours later, still standing upon rubber hooves.

"That man is going to castrate me. Fuck me."