Racehorse's Prize

Bruce sauntered into his stable with a grin across his face. Today had been a good day. A very fucking good day. The pit bull had won a fuckton of money on the biggest race of the year, and had spent the rest of the day celebrating with his racing mates and toasting their victory with expensive champagne and fancy canapés on his dime, since he'd just won enough dimes to crush an elephant to death. But now that nighttime had fallen, and those friends had finally fucked off, he was properly excited. He could celebrate with the one who deserved it most, and he'd been looking forward to it ever since the fanfare at the finish line.

"There's my big guy!" he exclaimed, dropping his duffle bag on the floor as he stepped up beside the stall at the very end of the stable.

Ace, the big black stallion, tossed his head and whinnied happily as he saw Bruce appear, clopping towards his owner to affectionately nudge at the pit bull's face.

Laughing happily, Bruce gave his star racehorse a big kiss on the nose and a vigorous rub. "You made me so proud today! First across the line, and by no small margin. You're a champion!"

The horse nickered happily, flopping his heavy head on the dog's shoulder and snorting air while he clopped around on the spot.

"Such a good boy. You make your daddy so happy!" Bruce said, squeezing the big black stud around the neck. "And guess what..."

Ace clumsily threw his cheek against his owner so hard the pit bull stumbled with a laugh.

"That's right! Just like I promised!"

Bruce stepped backwards and picked up his duffle bag, then he slipped inside the stall. He dumped it on the bench while Ace nudged the bag curiously with his nose. "Hang on, hang on", the pit bull chuckled, placing a firm hand against his eager racehorse's nose. "Let me get it ready for ya".

Snorting air heavily through its nostrils, the horse stomped aside, while Bruce undid some of the clasps and straps on his custom-made bag.

"Now, I worked real hard to find ya something special today, big guy. You deserve only the best, after all". At last, he unzipped the bag and was able to pull it open. "I think you'll like this one", he said darkly.

He reached inside the bag, grabbed a handful of furry flesh, and hoisted the six-year-old fox out of the bag before dropping him down against the bench.

"Whaddya think?" he said, turning towards Ace with a grin. The horse whinnied happily and prodded the pit bull with his nose. "Heheh, I thought so".

The tiny cub squirmed like a little worm, with his arms and feet bound behind his back with rope. His eyes squinted to adjust to the light of the barn at first, even though it wasn't very bright. But when he realised he was in an extremely unfamiliar place, they shot open wide and darted around with terrified confusion at his captor and the giant black horse. As his little pupils took in the massive equine to his side, he let out a whine, muffled by the tight gag that had been in his little mouth for hours.

Bruce ignored the little cub's terror, and simply spoke to his horse. "You're gonna like this one, buddy. Real young", he said to Ace, while calmly pulling out the leather restraints from the bottom of his duffle bag and placing them beside the cub on the bench, like he had so many times before. "Found him skipping home from school in the afternoon, so he's been soaking in fear in the bag all day waitin' for ya".

Retrieving a knife from a compartment in his bag, he sliced the kid's bindings, but the kid's briefly-free limbs quickly found themselves bound by the proper restraints, stretched around the bench, and locked in place. Lying on his tummy with his tiny little arms and legs hugging the bench, his tears soaked into the wood around his face -- wood that was stained red from previous gorgeous little boys that had lain on this bench in this same stall.

Bruce was finishing securing the boy's hands in place when Ace plodded up behind the naked cubs body and started sniffing and licking at the cub's ass cheeks. Bruce just smirked to himself, gently shaking his head. "Heh, alright champ. I won't keep ya waiting any longer". Finally, he ripped the gag from the boy's mouth. He had a feeling Ace liked to hear them scream. Or, maybe it was just himself.

The child let out a terrified whine as a massive wet horse tongue slurped at his most private place, against his asshole, a place he'd probably never been touched before. Bruce stepped back, crossing his arms and watching his racehorse enjoy his gift with a sense of pride, as he saw Ace's floppy cock emerging from his sheath, flopping around with lazy twitches and drooling thick streams of cock slime onto the stable floor.

"P-please s-s-stop!" the little cub fox whimpered, pleading eyes staring up at the uncaring dog. "I... I don't like this! I want to go home!"

Bruce stared back silently at the kid as he slowly unbuckled his pants, slipping a hand inside his underwear to start stroking his own growing cock. The little boy could beg and scream as much as he wanted, Bruce's winning racehorse deserved only the best. The best food. The best care. And the best little holes to utterly destroy.

When he looked back to Ace, he grinned. Like the young potent stud he was, it hadn't taken long for his cock to grow fully erect. His gigantic flare slapped against his muscular, taut stomach and splattering his dark fur with precum, while he huffed and nibbled on the little kit's ass. Even for a young stud like Ace, he had a _huge _penis, and his lust seemed to match his size.

Bruce had seen that penis do glorious things, and he was looking forward to this as much as his racehorse was.

Ace raised his front hooves and started to climb up onto the bench, his gigantic equine dong throbbing eagerly up and smacking down against the cub's ass cheeks. The huge black racehorse started to give little thrusts forward with heavy breathy nickers, desperately looking for that sweet spot with his colossal rod.

The kid's eyes shot open wide with terror as the huge sloppy python grinded roughly against his ass and back with quick starts, and he screamed, "I want my mummy!" tugging frantically against his restraints. "I want my mummy!"

Bruce tugged his canine rocket out of his underwear and leant back to relax against the stall door as he pumped it, his own cock slippery with anticipation as well. "Scream all ya want, kid. She ain't comin".

Oh, he did scream.

When Ace's flared head finally connected with the kit's teensy little asshole, the horse rammed his hips forward with a thousand pounds of muscular force behind him. His thick dark shaft disappeared inside the boy's tiny body, and the racehorse instantly started thrusting savagely into him, using him like a warm wet living cocksleeve.

The cub's agonised cry echoed through the barn and smacked Bruce in the face like a shockwave, more terrible than any horror movie could ever hope to duplicate. And yet it was a sound that accurately reflected the pain of having your insides ripped apart by a cock almost as long as you were tall.

"Mmm, fuck him, champ!" the pit bull grunted, stroking his dick hard and feeling his balls surge with lust. As Ace slammed into the kid several times with a cock designed for thousand-pound mares, not forty-pound children, the kid's ear-piercing wail morphed into a zombie-like groan. Tied tightly around the bench and barely able to move, the kit's body shivered violently as the dark shaft tore through his body, the horse's cock flesh shimmering with a devastating shade of dark red. As far as Bruce could tell, Ace seemed to be enjoying himself as much as the kid was not. The horse's hips bucked wildly into the tiny little fox, his wet tongue flapping between his lips and running with drool. He neighed joyfully, snorting air through his nostrils to feed oxygen to his powerful race-sculpted muscles, empowering the force of his deadly thrusts. And with every thrust, he went deeper and deeper, the wooden bench creaking and groaning under his weight, the boy's struggles growing weaker and weaker.

The boy's voice broke and his agonised groan turned to a croak, tears streaming out of his wide little eyes and down his muzzle. "Help... please... mummy..."

Bruce gritted his teeth and pumped his cock even harder. It was way too late for the little sex toy now. With that huge flare wildly pounding against his young internal organs, his insides would have been churned to red mush by now. But it wasn't so bad. Judging by the horse's increasingly rapid thrusts, the little boy was about to be put out of his misery.

Ace suddenly whinnied loudly, and his muscles bulged powerfully through his fur as he rammed his monstrous penis deep into the little boy. The fox let out a weak groan that was quickly cut short. With too much cock suddenly filling him up inside, it left little room for his... insides, and a heavy spurt of blood sprayed from the cub's mouth across the bench and onto the stall floor.

"Ugh... shit..." Bruce groaned, gripping his cock around the knot and barely needing to stroke it as he shot his load so hard it splattered on top of the pool of blood on the floor metres in front of him. His balls heaved up and down in his sack, pumping jizz through his sexual system with force, making his cock squirt and squirt and squirt.

Huffing air heavily, the racehorse held his position deep inside the kit, tossing his head around and neighing happily -- all the signs of an orgasm that Bruce had come to know well. Blood continued fountaining out from between the fox's lips, and the pit bull liked to imagine that each spray was being pushed out by each cum-gushing throb of his racehorse's giant penis. The fox wasn't squirming or whimpering or begging for his mother anymore. His eyes were staring lifelessly past the orgasming pit bull's face, his body twitching weakly as he was filled with bucket-loads of horse semen.

Bruce looked his beloved racehorse in the eyes as his orgasm waned, and felt an intimate connection with him in that moment that no other could ever come close to -- the fur and the beast came at the same time together, spurred on by the complete destruction of an innocent little boy, and it felt like a thing of tremendous beauty.

When Ace finally dismounted his ruined victim, his cock sliding out of the boy's hole with a sloppy _scchhhlllkk _noise, Bruce felt a tremendous sense of happiness throughout his body. He tucked his slowly softening cock into his pants and zipped up, sidestepping the pool of blood and jizz on the floor, and walking around the dead kit drooling red and white from both holes, to lovingly stroke his champion racehorse's chest. "Good job, boy! Did you like that?"

Ace licked the pit bull's face, and his owner chuckled.

"You're welcome, champ. Only the best for you".