Lord of the Pit
A jackal does poorly on a game show.
Lord of the Pit
By Danath
Freebies Vol. 84: Themeless Edition 2, Round 9
Anthony © Shakal
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The audience groaned and Jayda shook her head side to side. Cameras panned around the jackal strung up on the stage of "Rein Over Me," a popular quiz game show on one of the SynTech networks. A loud buzzer rang out, signaling he'd answered the last question wrong. And it was so easy, too! He even had lifelines left to use and didn't bother! What a waste!
"I'm so sorry, Anthony, but the correct answer was the Nile River," Jayda Ripley, the show's tiger-horse host, said. "Unfortunately, that means it's time for you to join today's other unlucky competitors in the Breeding Pit!"
Hanging as he was from his wrists, really dangling, with his knees spread wide with a spreader bar, Anthony glanced down. The jackal's short, lithe body squirmed above the stretching arms of the herd below. It was dark and steam rose from the open hole in the stage floor. He could see flashes of eyes from the swarming mass of heavy-breathing, musky, hung stallions and other shockingly muscular hooved males within as they gazed up in anticipation of their newest plaything. Dripping, open muzzles rose from the darkness, along with a variety of clutching hands and fingers, as the herd reacted with pavlovian instinct at the sound of the buzzer.
"Oh dear, my tongue must have slipped. And now my horrible fate awaits..." the jackal said. He sounded not only unworried about landing in the grinding mass of muscular ponyflesh below, but eager to get on with it, as though he were bored of the theatrics of the show's format and merely wanted access to the undulating, thrusting, sex-crazed collection of dozens of eager, grunting, full aroused ponyboys waiting just out of reach. But that sort of attitude was unthinkable with such amazing prizes on display behind the host like a new TV or a wireless headset - right?
Jayda shrugged and pulled a lever on a stand next to her spot on stage. There was a click, and the jackal fell into the herd's greedy clutches. The stage floor closed, retracting back into place, sealing Anthony inside. Shame really, Jayda thought. The cute little jackal did perfect up until that last question.
"Alright, folks, don't change that channel, don't scan other streams, because we have another plucky competitor ready to compete on Rein Over Me in just a few minutes! Stay tuned!"
* * *
The herd removed Anthony's clothes, the knee-spreading bar, and his other restraints with sheer, brutish strength as they thronged around him. Anything worn by the contestants before being dropped in could be considered decorative - more for the audience watching and of significantly less interest to the powerful stallions, bulls, and stags within the Breeding Pit. Strong hands groped at his thighs, kneading his plush, short furry black coat and dragging him spread-eagled. Several hands wrapped around his head, shoving him ruthlessly over a variety of musky, dripping flared arousals that flexed against both sides of his long, pointed muzzle. Thick pre-cum dripped over his nostrils and lips, a nonstop stream of the pungent mix. Loud whinnies and snorts of steaming breath grew more rambunctious as the rest of the herd realized there was fresh meat to be had. Huge cocks flopped across Anthony's belly and chest as the huge creatures fought for position until they wrapped all the way across and down his hips, covering his entire body with never-ending inches of masculine lengths. A lustful shudder ran through the jackal's smooth, sultry figure, and a sly smile crept over his face.
"Sorry it took me so long, fellas," he grunted as a huge, musky stallion nutsac draped over his pointy ears and eyes. "Let's not waste any more time getting to know each other..."
One of Anthony's black arms - blacker even than the dark heat all around them - lifted into the air above the surging crowd of sexually frustrated beasts. Slender fingers snapped with a deep and echoing crack. The eyes of every heaving stallion in the entire herd blinked, then focused anew. Nostrils flared with confusion as oversexed males grunted with lust and need. The leather straps and harnesses around their shoulders and biceps and thighs squeezed and constricted their powerful muscles, digging into their bulging pecs and straining thighs. Cockrings and weights dragged their massive malenesses down. And now, with the jackal surrounded by dozens of powerful, fully edged, and impatient stallions packing arousals that were, in some cases, longer than he was tall, Anthony felt right at home.
The first flared monstercock dug between his thighs, hitting him at just the right angle. The jackal's muzzle opened in a satisfied groan as it sunk in deep, only to be cut off when another huge, pink and black speckled horsecock jammed between his lips, stretching his muzzle wide. Anthony closed his eyes and grunted, wrinkling the bridge of his muzzle. Rough hands continued to grab at him, groping him, dragging him and squeezing him between the muscular, twitching flanks and drooling arousals. The heat of the enclosed chamber was like a sauna and Anthony gurgled as the bucking male between his thighs shoved harder forward. His neck bulged almost as much as his belly as the herd closed in. Sweating, musky horseflesh crushed him from every side just the way he liked it. Hard pecs, taut thighs, dripping malenesses, each flare bigger and thicker than the next.
Anthony's own red, throbbing, knotted cock flopped about. His plump black sheath was big, but nothing compared to the size of the Rein Over Me herd that ran the Breeding Pits. They were specially trained, after all, and the minimum standards were high. They had to be, because normal ponies couldn't handle the airborne stimulants currently flooding the underground sex dungeon - though they were unnecessary and ineffective when it came to Anthony. The jackal's lips stretched and his throat swallowed as the huge length speared downwards further, creating a visible ridge right through his chest. More huge males ground against his hips, his sides, his chest and belly, his paws, as the one in his rump trembled and flexed. Smothered in thick, hard, dripping horsecock, with two more pumping inside, Anthony closed his eyes and huffed with satisfaction.
Now this was how to play the game...
The jackal's fingers shook. It took him several attempts before he was actually able to snap them, bouncing as hard as he was between the two enormous males. Their flanks tensed each time they surged in, and when they matched paces, there was not a single moment the jackal went without at least one huge horsecock buried in his belly. Just the way he liked it.
The small canine's finger's finally snapped, and a pair of high-pitched whinnying snarls surged from the mass of muscular male bodies. Seed poured into the jackal from both ends, filling and flooding him until his belly bloated and streams blasted from his nostrils. Anthony's eyes closed as he sagged, held up only by the pair of flared lengths still driving rough and hard through his muzzle and rump. The two stallions didn't stop, showing off their strength as the leather straps around their chests creaked and stretched, jamming their throbbing arousals hard and deep into the shivering jackal between them.
Curiously, not a single other stallion had cum yet. Usually there'd always be at least one blasting a load somewhere.
The jackal's swollen belly sagged lower as both huge nine-foot drafts leaned forward, forming a tall and narrow letter "A" when viewed from the side. Their huge cockheads rubbed together in the smaller male's belly, overlapping inside him. Panting hard, groaning, muscles flexing, the two stallions shoved their muzzles together as their hips wiggled their lengths harder as the small male's belly jiggled with the movement from within.
More grunts, and almost feral whickers and whinnies as paws grabbed at the furry jackal. His cock dripped and his now barely swollen belly jostled as he was roughly pulled free of the two huge horsedicks - only for them to be replaced with three more at the snap of the jackal's trembling fingers. The whole surging herd focused on their task as his introduction to the sweating, musky stallions continued.
Anthony smiled and moaned as he was held upright and dragged over the doubled-up flares. The two big ponies were both massive ten-footers, even bigger and stronger than the nine-footers he warmed up with. The one on the left loomed over him, revealing a powerful set of antlers jutting from his skull. The stag's muscular body was no less powerful and ripped than the classic draft shire next to him as they lined up their oversized arousals and slammed forward together. They supported the jackal's plump, stretching backside with one hand each while the other molested the canine's bulging belly and chest. As their incredible lengths distended his belly, Anthony's tongue dropped and he panted. He wondered whether he should skip the 11s and go straight to the 12s...
In the meantime, there was plenty to occupy his muzzle as the two big studs wrecked his insides all over again. The jackal leaned back in the dark, supported by another big stallion's meaty pecs, and relaxed as he felt the two hardworking males thrusting as hard as they could into his stretchy little rump. He was so satisfied he almost forgot to eventually snap his fingers so that they could enjoy all their hard work. Whinnies followed and Anthony's sigh of pleasure washed across the shifting mass of impatiently waiting stallions, stags, and other hooved musclebound studs still waiting in the dark, steamy underbelly of the Breeding Pits for their chance to fill the gorgeously dark furred jackal's plump backside and tight throat with their own hard, jerking shafts, seemingly the only thing that could bring the oversexed muscular males any relief.
The herd of pent-up stallions moved as a group, heavy breathing and grunts and growls refocusing subtly. A shift in atmosphere, rather than any overt change. But in pairs, threes, and a few groups of five, the jackal had his way with all of them, often more than once, subtly manipulating the crowd of lustful horses to pound him as hard they wanted but just the right way to get his own rocks off too. So subtle, Anthony thought, you wouldn't even realize it.
* * *
Anthony enjoyed himself quite a bit over the next few hours, introducing himself to a sprawling variety of eager, lustful tops more than happy to slam his tight hips until both were seizing up in the throes of lust. The jackal lost count of how many horny studs were under his spell by the time he reached one edge of the enormous underground area, being passed from stag to reindeer to stallion to bull to donkey and stallion again, one enormous hoofed male after another pumping his throat or ass until Anthony somewhat unwillingly snapped his fingers and got his reward.
It was there, at the edge of the pits, that he found a cute little red fox being ragdolled by an overzealous moose. The much, much larger, more muscular moose's thickness stretched the fox from muzzle to tail with force that was obviously beyond what the fox enjoyed.
Brushing off the obedient gaggle of throbbing ponycocks surrounding him, the jackal casually walked up and snapped his fingers in front of the moose's nose.
The huge male froze mid-stroke. The fox dripped off the wet, dripping moose dick with a gasp, then a round of coughing. The moose's cock trembled, hard and huge, just the sort of size and girth that Anthony could really see himself going to town on. The fox, however, was on all fours, gasping for breath pints of precum pumped down his throat. Everyone has different tastes, Anthony supposed. When the fox finally recovered enough to look up, the jackal grinned and leaned his shoulder against the frozen moose's side, then winked.
"Wha- who are you?" the fox gasped.
"Just someone who wants you to enjoy your time in the pit, that's all," Anthony said.
The jackal lifted his paw and snapped his fingers. The fox's muzzle opened with surprise, then sagged with pleasure as a huge stallion ground his flare under the fox's upturned tail. Another big, musclebound donkey slid underneath, frotting the fox and providing a plump, muscular bed to bounce off of as the stallion behind gripped his hips and tugged.
The frozen moose could only watch as the two turned the fox into a gasping, moaning, squirting mess within seconds.
"Enjoy the night, Ramsley," Anthony said.
The fox's eyes turned towards the jackal, whose midnight black body was already disappearing into the surrounding steam and darkness. How had the jackal known his name? A huge goat slid up, blocking the view, as paws shoved him forward against the rock-hard moose in front of him.
Ramsley winced, expecting the moose to grab him again, but nothing happened. The huge, throbbing cock bobbed against his shoulder, so he grabbed it and squeezed. The moose's eyes widened, but he didn't move. As the stallion behind pumped, Ramsley's narrow chest slid back and forth, teasing the moose relentlessly with his slick, wet body. Strained groans were all the signs the moose gave of anything the matter as his cock jerked and flexed madly, but didn't cum. Ramsley grinned as he proceeded to tease, stroke, and torment the huge moose, sagging with each thrust of the stallion behind him. Huge fingers gripped the fox's hips, jamming his thick rump down until it bounced off the muscular thighs, while Ramsley's cock spasmed, firing again and again as he humped between the valley of smooth, warm, plump pecs provided by the donkey underneath - not to mention the stroking, masculine length curling between his thighs, adding to the heat and pressure as the horse's hips surged forward, squeezing all of them together into a tight, dense, wet mass. The moose's eyes bulged and his lips pulled back; his cock throbbed, achingly hard, and his massive, swollen nuts surged in size as Ramsley faceplanted into them, mashed up against the base by the other two. And still the big, horny, ragingly hard moose couldn't cum. Or move. Only follow the fox with his hips, letting the little male have his way with the enormous member.
And he wouldn't cum for quite some time - at least until he'd learned to respect the bottoms servicing a cock that size, anyways. The jackal let out a satisfied "Hmmph!" as he watched the fox slathering his muzzle along the veiny moosedick while a line of eager fox-fuckers formed a line behind the stallion, currently in the midst of blowing an exceptional load deep in the groaning, moaning, happy little bottom-fox's plump guts.
* * *
Anthony stretched his arms up and to the sides of the snorting, drooling reindeer snout above his own head. His hips spread around the base of a massive erection that stretched his belly outwards, filling him completely. His legs dangled, bouncing off the reindeer's dense brown pelt and hard, powerful muscles. One of the straps of the reindeer's thick harness held the jackal upright on the massive cock, which bloated his belly regularly with deep pulses of thick seed as Anthony's fingers snapped at regular intervals. The reindeer practically frothed at the mouth as his fingers dug into the jackal's hips and frantically tugged him down, bouncing his small, tight, hot body off the immense maleness again and again.
Progress was slow, but Anthony got the ride he wanted on his way around the room, carried on the huge reindeer cock as hordes of males followed in his wake obediently. Like a king surveying his domain, the jackal's eyes fell upon the other contestant who'd previously been cast into the pits on the show.
Anthony smirked and snapped his fingers again. Huge hands wrapped around his chest, dragging him upwards and off the massive reindeer cock, which fell with a splurt of thick seed from his achingly full rump. The reindeer let out a satisfied snort and fell backwards, eyes closed, completely out of it, with a dazed and beatific grin on his drooling muzzle.
"Well, well," Anthony said, tail snapping side to side as reindeer seed washed down the insides of his legs. "Looks like I didn't need to worry about you after all."
A spotted hyena's eyes turned towards the jackal. They were half-lidded over and, uninterested in the small, thin jackal, turned back to look pleadingly up at the huge bovine figure grunting with pleasure. The bull's enormous cock dove between the hyena's lips, spreading him open like a sleeve. The bull groaned as he scrunched the hyena's muzzle into his crotch on each deep thrust before pulling him back off with a wet splatter. On the other end, an even larger zebra's immense midnight stalk disappeared into the hyena's stretched rump. His whole body scrunched up when their thrusts aligned, leaving rivers of cum pouring from his nostrils. The spotted hyena's short tail wagged furiously as his belly bloated, happily guzzling and chugging and clenching under the assault of the two titans.
Anthony smirked, then raised his paw and snapped his fingers. The hyena's eyes widened as he felt movement behind. The first zebra, who had jealously guarded the tight rump from the rest of herd, shifted begrudgingly to the side so that another equally massive, hung, powerful zebra stud could slide into place. The addition of the second flare sent the spotted hyena to wriggling like mad, and his cock fired off the moment the second grunting musclestud popped inside.
"Enjoying your stay? 'Course you are. You didn't even try to answer your questions right. Well, you just have fun, Salgrus, and I'll be back to check on you later."
The spotted hyena heard, but there was no glimmer of understanding in his cum-soaked, musk-fueled expression of pure need and desire - only dripping layers of excess spooge filling in the creases of his crinkled muzzle as the powerful hands dragged him down to the base again. The three huge males didn't slow a bit as the hyena's body writhed with pleasure, firing again and again, an insatiable little hyena with a need almost as deep as Anthony's own. The jackal grinned as he melded back into the waiting, eager arms of his herd until his glimmering eyes were all that remained beyond the shifting pile of muscular, rippling torsos and arms.
* * *
"Ah, so you're the king."
Anthony grinned as the pile of thick stallion pecs surrounding him slowly pulled away from his face and sides, clearing his vision to see the king of the herd properly.
The enormous stallion stood over twelve feet tall and probably half that wide at the shoulders and hips. Dense, deep muscles covered every inch of his torso, his legs, his arms, stretching his short, glistening almond pelt. A stripe of white ran down his chest to his crotch, matching the stripe running from his forehead down the bridge of his nose. His enormous pecs flexed, making his fat nipples quiver, as he snorted down at the tiny jackal in front of him.
A monstrous arousal swung from his hips, incredibly fat at the base where it emerged from a taut-stretched sheath. Enormous dark brown eggs swung below, each massive nut bigger than Anthony's own head. Sweat and steam beaded across the massive male's torso and rolled down, collecting into larger drops on the way, before dripping down his legs or falling from the bulging mountains of muscle jutting from his chest.
"You certainly look the part, stud," Anthony said, licking his lips. His rump twinged looking at the massive horsecock dribbling so wastefully onto the slick floor. "Don't worry, I'm not here to take your title, big guy, since I'm not part of the herd."
The beast looked confused. Usually the contestants he came across were whimpering with their tails up by now, but this one kept making noises. His huge cock flexed, firing ropes of pre-cum that splattered across the floor and coated both of Anthony's thighs and feet.
"Ah, don't worry, stud," the jackal said, baring his white teeth in an eager smile. "You'll understand soon enough."
The jackal's fingers snapped.
* * *
The next morning, the SynTech Herd Management Associate Executives peered through the gate into the dark, moist, and humid pits. The trio of otters wore tear-proof jumpsuits with reinforced backseats. They rattled the bars a little before advancing slowly past a smaller entrance on the side - tiny enough that, while they could only go through one at a time, the oversized studs would be slowed even further. One otter held a pair of buckets of rubber toys, mostly sleeves, which would last the herd for just long enough for them to get the contestants out. The hung males tended to be more docile in the mornings, but something was strange - it was too calm and the humid, musky air too moist.
The caretakers approached the darkness slowly. The headlamps on their helmets illuminated circular patches of the floor, but not much else beyond the wet, padded floor and various drains. The Breeding Pits were always full of noise - grunting, thrusting sounds of massive, hard-up males looking for the nearest tight hole to dump another load - but now, it was very quiet. Too quiet, and all three of the associate executives slowed down with appropriate caution as they took a few steps deeper into the enormous underground sex dungeon.
One of the headlamps illuminated a pile of equine bodies. Slumbering, passed out stallions, bulls, reindeer, and more, all ranging in height from nine feet tall at the small end of the scale. Each unconscious figure was bulked out and hulked out with hundreds of pounds of muscles in addition to their gut-churningly huge male endowments. Equine flares dripped and dribbled, crossing other shafts and bodies in the pile that was sometimes three or four males deep - often only small bits of the bottom layer of muscular studs could be seen sticking out from the pile of arms and legs - a hoof here, a rack of horns there, a muscular torso or gleaming pair of thighs... The trio of searchlights kept going as the pile deepened towards the center of the large underground room.
"It'll take another day or three before they're back to normal, actually, and don't bother with the toys. They won't need 'em," Anthony said from his equine throne.
The handlers gawked. One of the biggest stallions in the herd - nicknamed "Everhard" - was sitting with perfect posture on the backs of three straining musclestallions on their hands and knees beneath. A pair of brutishly huge, fully aroused zebras stood behind and to either side, firing jets of thick seed from their perpetually hard cocks. The veiny, onyx members, each thick as the jackal's hips and several feet long, acted as armrests for the thick-hipped, lithe male perched on top of Everhard's thighs. The cocky jackal looked all the world like a prince relaxing on his favorite royal chair. Only princes didn't often have a huge stalliondick thicker than their own hips lewdly stretching their bellies until their swollen stomach slung out further than the knees of the twelve-foot behemoth acting as a throne.
The handlers dropped their buckets and ran for it. Near the entrance, they found the other two contestants from the taping being gently carried out beyond the entrance by an enormous moose, whose ragingly hard erection bounced madly off his pecs, shooting fountains of pre-cum from a set of nuts swollen and throbbing, as if storing weeks worth of unspent cum. The fox and hyena were both bloated and drooling, completely fucked over and unable to stand on their own thanks to the many, many loads they'd taken over the course of the hot, sweaty nights in the pits. After setting the pair down by stretching his arms through the small gate, the moose turned and stumbled into the darkness, job complete.
Outside the gate, the assistant executives carefully locked the doors and leaned against the grill. The otters looked at each other.
"The herd, did you see?"
"He actually wore them out!" one of the otters said. "I've never seen that before."
"I didn't think it was possible!"
The loud crack of fingers snapping once echoed from the dark, musky, humid room, loud and sharp. A wet gush followed by the sounds of splashing and gurgling, along with a triumphant and pleasured whinnying. Everhard's eager cries were easy to distinguish, and the three wranglers looked at each other in amazement.
"He tamed Everhard!"
The awesome bellow of a moose finally being allowed to cum rang out next, sending shivers down the spines of all three otters. A wave of thick white seed washed up to the grates before pouring into the drains set in the floor. The lights the otters turned on near the entrance snapped off, and a teasing voice echoed out from the darkness.
"Don't worry about me, cuties. I think I'll be staying in here a while."
The otters' ears perked at the sound of a fingersnap followed by another deep, agonizingly pleasured bellow from the moose, then another flood of thick seed rolling out of the humid darkness.
"I wouldn't mind something other than oats tomorrow, though. And if any of you want to spend some time with all these cute boys, just let me know..."
The enormous moose slung himself at the gates, both arms reaching through, along with his massive shaft. The bars dug furrows into his oversized balls as the huge cannon erupted, sending waves of pent-up jizz towards them. His thick shaft barely fit between the steel. The bellowing moose humped forward, banging against the gates as his fingers reached out for the otters, desperate for someone to empty the churning load in his massive nuts into. Fortunately, the steel bars held, even against the monstrous male's desperate, repeated thrusting. There was another snap, and the huge moose jerked backwards, fading into the darkness even as another geyser of impossibly thick, rich, musky moose seed washed over their boots.
The otters helped the completely cum-dowsed contestants to their feet and staggered off with them, but at the exit to the pits, one of them grabbed the keys and shoved the hyena he was hauling onto the others.
"Hey!" the first otter called after him, but the second otter just shook his head as the small, brown-furred male stripped off his protective jumpsuit and unlocked the gate to a chorus of awakening snorts, snuffles, and whinnies. There were more noises as well as the herd realized their day was starting early... within minutes, the piercing squeal of a well-stuffed otter rang out, only to end in an echoing gurgle and a chorus of whinnies.
"Don't bother," the second said, hefting the grinning, drooling fox in his arms into a more comfortable fireman's carry. "Pit madness. Happens to everyone eventually. Not me, though, I know better!"
The second otter didn't notice the funny look crossing the first otter's face.
"Yup, you gotta be careful, or else all that steam gets into your brain, you know? Plus who knows what they're putting in the air down here that makes 'em so horny all'a the time. Yessirree, you gotta be care-- hey!"
The otter staggered under the sudden weight of the spotted hyena being thrust into his arms. The other wrangler tore off his jumpsuit and dove in after the first. The second otter sighed and carefully put down the two semi-conscious contestants, then unzipped his jumpsuit and followed along behind.
"Yep, pit madness, gotta be careful," he mumbled as he disappeared into the darkness. "Ain't gonna happen to me, no way..."
The high-pitched echo of a jackal's laughter rang out from far beyond the open gate...
The end