Racehorse's Secret - Part 1

"Griff... I don't like it out here", Davie said. The young little fox's voice was hushed, as though a loud noise might bring some monster lurking out from behind the dark shrubs and shadowed trees. A kid's imagination was a funny thing. So fuckin stupid. So easily exploitable.

His friend Oliver agreed, "It's scary. Can we go home?" The otter's voice trembled as an owl hooted, unseen, off in the distance. The dumb little bitch probably thought it was some wild scary beast waiting to eat him.

Fuckin kids.

Griff just snorted quietly and rolled his eyes, trudging forward through the thick grass in the dark, illuminating his steps with the light from his phone so he didn't break an ankle on a rock or something. "Not much further, boys", the larger fox stated plainly, making very little effort to comfort either his young fox brother, or his brother's otter friend. He didn't need to. He had the only source of light, and by now, they were far from where he'd parked his car along the road. It's not like the kids were going to run off on him. They were utterly dependent on him. And that was a kind of power that felt good in so many ways.

The rapid pitter-patter of light childish footsteps followed behind him in his wake.

His little brother Davie, especially, could whimper and whine all he wanted. He would probably be horrified to know that his fearful noises were giving his big bro a big fat boner.

The young fox wasn't going to get any sympathy from him. Not after how much he'd been pissing him off the last... well, forever. But ever since their parents had died and the little fox had become Griff's complete responsibility, it had been unbearable.

Did the little brat have any idea how much of an endless pain in the ass he was?

It's not like Griff had asked for this. All he wanted to do was fuck and smoke and drink and party and fuck. He was only nineteen, goddammit. And that's what nineteen year olds did. They enjoyed life. But no... now he had to act like a fucking parent. Cooking for his dumb little bro, cleaning up after him, taking him to school, looking after him when he was sick, comforting him over their dead fuckin parents when he cried. Constantly. Just because Davie was the one who found their bodies. Pfft.

It was so much fuckin work and he was so, fucking, sick of it.

And that was why right now he was out in the middle of almost-nowhere -- almost, except for the few buildings looming in the distance that he was bringing the two young boys towards. A house on a hill, and a barn by the bottom.

By the time they reached the barn, there was nothing around them but the gentle rustle of a cool night wind around them. The house was dark, like Griff expected, since he'd been smart about what he was doing. Ever since he'd discovered this place and come up with his plan, he'd scouted out the movements of the pitbull who lived here. And the dog was always out on Friday nights. So there would be absolutely no one around. No one to hear anything.

He passed by the corner of the barn -- past the small hole in one of the wooden planks that he'd peered through one day when he'd heard a child screaming from within. Underneath that hole were some faint white stains he'd left on the wood. Oh boy, the shit he'd seen... and how it had sparked his imagination.

The door was locked, but Griff knew which rock the pitbull hid his backup key under. He tugged the big creaky door open, and ushered the young fox and otter inside who were too afraid to do anything but follow his commands. He led them all the way down the barn towards the end, and then placed his phone on a post with the torch shining upwards so they had some light.

A huge black stallion clopped towards him inside the stall, approaching the adult fox at first, but then leaning back a little and lowering his head cautiously. Or maybe he was nervous? Disappointed? Fuck, Griff wasn't a fucking horse-whisperer. He approached the stall gate warily, and softly said, "Hey big guy... Ace, right? Such a big strong stud, aren't you..."

The gigantic muscular black racehorse snorted air through its nostrils and planted its feet on the ground, slightly spread apart. Was that... bad? Or good?

"Ooh!" Griff suddenly exclaimed, exploding into a smile, remembering what he'd seen the pitbull do before. He leant down to scoop his little brother up into his arms, and though Davie wiggled nervously with confusion in his grasp, he sat the young boy on top of the gate, facing the stallion. "Look! I brought some little friends along to see you! This is Davie. Say hi to the horsie, Davie!"

"H-hi..." the little fox said, waving a little paw in the air at the huge horse. Ace's behaviour changed instantly. His jaw seemed to relax, and he reared his front legs into the air for a second before slowly clopping forward to inspect the young fox. Davie glanced over his shoulder anxiously to look at his brother. "Griff... I... I don't like this..."

Griff ignored him, dropping Oliver onto the stall gate as well, who let out a quiet whine.

"See, big guy! I've brought you two boys to have fun with!"

The horse neighed and wiggled his head around loosely, walking up to nudge at the boys with his muzzle, clopping on the spot, licking at their faces and bodies so eagerly he almost knocked them over. He sure looked like a happy horse to Griff now, who jumped over the stall fence to give the horse a rub along the chest while the two children squirmed and giggled nervously.

He picked the boys up off the gate and dropped them up the back end of the stall, reassuring them, "You don't have to be nervous. He's a friendly horsie! And we're gonna play with him". Though he couldn't hide his dark smile.

While the horse watched curiously, probably waiting for Griff to get the party started like he'd been taught to by his owner, the two young boys backed up against the wall. Even dumb little brains like theirs could probably sense something was wrong. But boy, did they have no idea what they were in for.

Griff pulled some rope out of his back pocket and, with a sudden dark change in his expression, brandished it in front of the two little boys. "This is gonna be so much fun!" he giggled, his voice rising with genuine excitement.

The boys' eyes glanced towards the rope and widened. Grabbing at each other, they sunk down to the ground, cowering underneath Griff's shadow. "Bro, you're s-scaring me..." Davie whined, his little body trembling.

Griff laughed and pounced on the two huddled boys, and in a rush of furious lust, started ripping their clothes from them. Their suddenly terrified squeals and struggles made his blood pump faster and made his muscles rip at their clothing even harder, not caring that he was being rough because fuck it he wanted to hurt and scare them. When the pair were naked, he bound his little brother's legs together and tied his arms behind his back so he couldn't run. Then he dropped the little fox on top of a pile of hay, facing forward, so all Davie could do was watch and wiggle helplessly like a worm.

But Oliver...

He grabbed the boy by the hair and dragged him across the stall while the little boy screamed, "Let me go! Stop! You're hurting me!"

Griff walked up to the huge black stallion with a chubby little gift for him in hand, and grinned into the equine's dark eyes. The horse neighed happily, throwing his head around, and snorting air through his nostrils. When the fox placed a firm hand against the horse's backside to turn him around, the horse obediently rotated around for him, so he was facing away from the three furs. The horse clearly knew not to look a gift fox in the mouth, and was happy to obey Griff's commands when a sweet young treat was in sight.

"Davie! Help!" the otter cried, tears running down his soft fuzzy facial fur, legs kicking at the ground, tiny little paws gripping at the larger fox's arm which was holding him upright via his hair.

"Griff! STOP!" the young fox squealed, and Griff felt a shiver of pleasure from his brother's distress. Oh, how he wanted him to suffer. And he was just getting started.

Standing behind the horse, he leant down to Oliver's ear and growled, "I always hated you. So fat and weak and whiny. I bet your parents won't even miss you". Then he lifted the boy up by his hair and shoved the otter's cute little crying face against the stallion's leathery asshole, muffling his terrified screams with nothing but horse ass. Ace whinnied happily and raised his tail, pushing his hindquarter backwards against the pressure of Oliver's face. It wasn't the first time the horse had done this, Griff knew. And as far as the fox could tell from the time he'd spied on his owner doing it with some other poor kid, the stallion enjoyed it a lot.

The fat black wrinkly donut alternated relaxing and expanding around the flailing otter's head with clenching and squeezing him in. The musky stench coming from it was strong, just like the heat Griff could feel radiating against his fingers from the horse's insides. Griff couldn't imagine how overpowering it would be for the young otter, but damn was he trying to.

"OH MY GOD! LET HIM GO!" his little brother screamed, thrashing hopelessly against his bindings.

Griff grinned widely to himself and placed the palm of his paw against the otter's head pushing him even deeper. The horse's leathery ring was all too hungry for what he was feeding it, and slurped the kid's head inside all the way up to his neck, squeezing around his head to lock him in place. When the fox let go of the little victim, Oliver hanged in the air, stuck with his head up the horse's ass. It gave the fox time to wander over to a red-stained wooden bench and drag it back behind the horse and squirming boy. Then he climbed on top of it and unzipped his pants to pull out his stiff, drooling dick.

While Oliver struggled with both little paws pressing against the horse's powerful rear muscles, the rest of his body flailed around, legs kicking at nothing, fat little ass jiggling about. Griff bent down to grab hold of the boy's waist and raise it up to meet his rod, and then he pressed his head between the kid's round cheeks.

"Why don't I help you along, stud?" he chuckled, speaking to Ace. Then with both hands gripping the otter's hips, he crammed his cock forward inside the kid's tight virgin hole, his pointed head spreading it open before his shaft stretched it. He heard the faint noise of a scream from the horse's insides, and liked to imagine unbearably hot thick horse shit-smelling air filling the boy's lungs as a result.

Griff growled loudly as he smacked his hips against the underaged otter's chubby mounds, slamming into the tight trembling hole nice and hard. Each time their bodies collided, the otter was pushed deeper inside Ace's hole -- first swallowing up his shoulders, and then pinning his arms against his tummy as his torso sunk inside too. Oliver desperately kicked his legs against his rapist, but the fox pounded into him even harder to overcome the boy's inferior strength and make sure nothing got in the way of pounding that underage hole nice and deep.

When only Oliver's ass and legs were left, Griff slowed for a moment to appreciate the beautiful sight. And, damn, the beauty of the act itself. Some poor dumb little kiddy bitch buried head-first deep up a stinking feral horse's asshole, suffocating on air that probably reeked of shit, and hell, probably choking on some of it too. Getting raped up his own tight ass while he suffered through it. And doing it all in front of his equally underage best friend too, who could do nothing but watch and cry.

Griff looked down at those wonderfully soft bright-furred cheeks, and slammed into them roughly again and again, feeling his balls jolt upwards in his sack and his cock throb harder and harder until...

"Ugggggggghhhh! Ffffffuuuuck!" the fox groaned, breaking into a howl like a wolf as he buried himself balls-deep in the suffering kid's ass and felt cum rush through his pulsing rod, filling up the little boy's tummy. He was so lost in pleasure he didn't realise his own body was being tugged forward inch by inch towards the horse until he felt the fur on his hips brush the horse's rump.

He looked down, biting a lip, mid-orgasm, to see the black asshole clenching hard around the little otter's body, pulling him in greedily. The hot dark ring stretched to swallow Oliver's hips, before tightening around his softer cheeks. As the horse's insides pulled the otter deeper, it tugged the little boy's body off the fox's cock even, even as Griff continued shooting his load.

"Guhhh... shit..." Griff panted, leaning backwards before some part of his own body got stuck up there in hot shitty hell too, letting his untouched penis spurt and dribble the rest of his jizz over the otter's squirming chubby thighs. Then he stood there, breathing heavily, gently stroking and toying with the otter's thighs, legs, and finally, paws, as every part of the kid's body was swallowed up inside Ace's huge muscular body. Eventually the black ring closed around the otter, dooming his little life, and trapping him inside.

For now, anyway.

Griff jumped down from the bench with a jovial lightness to his body and bounced around a bit, giggling and rubbing his own body, barely able to contain this much happiness. He rubbed Ace's hind muscles for him in a kind of adoration, before leaning down to see a big bulge get deposited into the horse's stomach, wriggles visible through his dark fur. The musky scent of horse cock smacked him in the nose as he saw the stallion's massive penis, fully erect, slapping against that same squirming kid-bulge. Thinking quickly, Griff darted over to his little brother and snatched him up by the hair, just like he had the otter.

"Nnnn... nnn... nnnnoooo", the little fox whimpered, his face completely soaked with tears, his eyes wide open in perpetual horror.

Griff laughed darkly to himself, bending down to shove his little brother's face right in front of the horse's fat throbbing flare as it smacked against the otter in Ace's gut. "That's it, big guy... let it out... you love eating up little boys, don't you? Big fuckin stud..."

It was only a few moments later that Ace's cock erupted like a firehose, blasting potent seed against Davie's squealing face, into his eyes, up his nose, and down his young mouth. The little fox wiggled as hard as he could, fighting to wrench his head away from the heavy stream of thick horse semen gushing all over his face. But Griff held his little brother firmly in place, grinning maniacally, panting lustfully, rubbing his own cock back to hardness once more.

His mind raced with a series of rapid thoughts.

Oliver melting to death in stomach acid inside that powerful stomach.

Davie gurgling and choking on horse sperm after watching his friend get gulped up by an animal's asshole.

But best of all...

What he had planned for his worthless little fuck of a brother next.