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The late afternoon sun poured in from the large open doors of the stable, dust particles glimmering in the still air of the late summer day. It was quiet. Almost serene. Every animal on the farm was either sleeping or going about its day in a peaceful, lazy manner so as not to disturb the harmonious atmosphere of the beautiful day.

And Bucephalus couldn't find it all any more irritating.

"...Boooooored..." The big Friesian sighed, giving the wall opposite to him a dull stare as he laid next to a pile of hay just out of the sunlight's reach. His dark sides slowly rose and fell along with his breath, his majestic and dark equine body resting on the hay-covered floor in the stillness of the afternoon. He was laying in the middle of the entire stable. Because why not? He always did what he pleased, exactly how he pleased.

"Fuuck..."

But he wasn't just bored. The big feral stallion really wanted to, well, fuck. Summer was prime training time for top-of-the-line racing horses like Bucephalus, and just because he had won every damn race in the country this year, it didn't warrant him to slack off on his training. Well, at least according to Dale, his owner. And so, almost every day was filled with rigorous training activities, often stretching from dawn till dusk. It was not that the big Friesian had a problem with the regimen itself, he did uphold a level of professionalism when it came to racing after all. No. It was the fact, that it didn't leave the champion steed with any time to empty his nuts on a regular basis.

Anyone could take his word for it, Bucephalus needed regular relief. Having more than a day's worth of stud-spunk swelling in his gonads severely impacted his performance on the track. Be it from the distraction of having extra sex drive, or the pure weight of the additional semen he carried with him, each day without at least one or two expellings of his colt-cargo would impact Bucephalus' time by almost a few seconds. Not having the time to properly get himself off was a major inconvenience.

But it was not entirely about having the time to do it either. Sure, if he wanted to the big stud could up and fuck any of the walking tailholes on the farm any time of day if it came down to it, some of said "holes" being more than willing and available for him if he was feeling frisky. Still, even being able to fuck almost anyone, anywhere at any time, Bucephalus knew that heated sex after a day of training your muscles could cause injuries, some of them season-ending in the worst case. Bucephalus was very fond of his strong, robust body, and didn't want to do any damage to it, even at the cost of his raging libido. Besides, anything less than a full-on, stable-rocking fuck by his own rules only left the large dark stallion dissatisfied, even if he reached an orgasm. It was all or nothing for him.

As if things weren't bad enough already, Dale had explicitly forbidden Bucephalus from engaging in any sort of self-pleasuring activities for more than a week now. Apparently, there was some crazy prestigious breeder coming from overseas with her prized mare to have Bucephalus mate with her for those sweet, racer-stud genes of his. Usually, Bucephalus couldn't give two shits about such an insane order. Asking a big daddy stallion like him to stop fucking was like asking a fish to stop swimming. But this time, Dale had made it abundantly clear, that Bucephalus was not to spill any of his seed 'carelessly'. Big money was involved for sure. Dale had said it was enough to cover the upkeep of the farm for almost a decade or something outrageous like that. Whatever.

Of course, the anthro had promised his stallion all the ass he could ever want after the insemination was done, but Bucephalus found himself disagreeing more with those terms by each passing day. "I swear once I'm done with the mare, I'm going to fuck Dale so hard he'll be shitting out my cum for the rest of summer." The big stallion muttered out loud with his profound baritone voice.

Due to these circumstances, Bucephalus had also somewhat distanced himself from his usual partners, namely Alex: the cheerful gelding, who absolutely adored the huge stallion and would raise his tail when Bucephalus' scent gave even the slightest hint of him wanting to mate. Bucephalus had even held his hooves off the new summer interns Dale had hired to help out on the farm. Cute little things. Both relatively young anthros. Bashful but eager to help. They seemed to be especially wary of Bucephalus, and the big horse was sure Dale had given them "the talk" concerning him. Still, neither was completely impervious to the racer stud's teasing and brash language and one of them especially had already shown some signs of cracking during the course of his stay. A few nudges more and he'd be willing to drop his jean overalls for Bucephalus as well.

Fuck! Bucephalus snorted irritatedly, feeling the hefty pole he was so proud of starting to fill up with warm, breeding-ready blood inside his dark sheath. He really needed to stop thinking about the stablehands. The stablehands and their small, soft paws, nervous expressions, fumbling speech, tight, comfy tailholes, the moans they released when they were properly bred...

FUCK!

A good eleven or so inches had already slithered out of Bucephalus' sheath when the irritated equine finally managed to clear his thoughts. A rather hefty amount of pre immediately began to ooze out of his equine length, its strong odor drifting up to the stallion's own nostrils, making him snort at his own scent.

The absolute worst part about being momentarily celibate was the fact that Bucephalus found his own cock to be increasingly unwilling to stay within its designated place; his sheath. A problem, which had already appeared on day three without a proper nut. One stray thought, one insignificantly small amount of stimulation and it would get like this. And it could stay for hours, whether Bucephalus wanted it or not. Things had been like this for almost a week now. And walking around or god-forbid, training with a semi-chub was a huge pain in the ass. Not to mention, leaving a trail of glistening pre behind everywhere he went certainly distracted all the other inhabitants of the farm as well. Alex especially would grow visibly restless if he saw even a glimpse of Bucephalu's mating mast, and would often grind his backside against, well, anything whilst whimpering like a lost puppy.

What. A. Pain. Usually, he could at least somewhat distract himself with training, but not today.

Today was one of Bucephalus' lazier days, as Dale was meeting up with an old acquaintance of his and couldn't be around to supervise the training. Of course, Bucephalus should have been training regardless and he was for sure due to a real earful from the anthro horse when he'd find out but...

And so here the big champion horse laid. Staring the wall, trying to distract himself from the eager semi-chub budding out from his sweaty sheath, and the painfully taut racehorse testicles which rested against the ground somewhere beside him. Big muscles still somewhat sore from training the day before, now relaxed and recovering from the heavy strain of the spartan regimen.

But then, just like that, a distraction was provided for him.

Bucephalus twitched his big equine ears to the sounds of hooves thumping against the ground somewhere in the general vicinity of the stable's doors. Odd. All horses were already inside their designated residences, and Dale only had a pair of hooves, the person approaching had four. While certainly intrigued and pleasantly distracted from the state of his genitals, Bucephalus was not interested enough to lift his head off the ground and instead waited for the mystery animal to make himself known.

The hooves soon stopped, and from the corner of his eye, the dark Friesian could see a shadow being cast inside the stable. The arrival loudly cleared his throat, surely getting the attention of anyone inside. Bucephalus only ever so slightly batted one of his ears towards the door, still not bothering to lift his muzzle off the floor.

The arrival cleared his throat again, obviously expecting the resting equine to react to his presence.

"You mute or something?" Bucephalus said with a tone as brusque he could muster, the low rumble of his deep voice echoing inside the stable. He further enforced himself by snorting loudly, so that the loose hay in front of his nose got blown a bit further. A moment of silence ensued.

"...I'm looking for a stallion by the name of Bucephalus. I was under the impression this was where he resided."

The voice definitely belonged to a male. While it was the hearty voice of a full-grown stallion, it still had the youthful ring of a younger horse. Bucephalus frowned.

"Beat it, kid! I'm not signing any autographs!" The large Friesian said with even more attitude than last time, resulting in an even longer silence inside the stable.

"...I guess getting old does make one grumpy!" The arrival eventually replied, his words dripping with cockiness and animosity.

Bucephalus perked up both his ears.

Who the fuck does this kid think he is?

Tensing up the robust muscles of his neck, Bucephalus finally bothered to raise his head and get a look at this cocky newcomer. The dark stallion had to squint his eyes for a moment before they god adjusted to the bright light flooding in from the front of the stable.

And sure enough, there stood a horse there. Male, evidenced by the heavy-looking pair hanging near his hind legs, the silhouette of which one could make out from quite far away. His fur was golden and well kept, its shine rivaling that of the sun which licked the equine's large figure. He had a mane to match too, descending from his neck like a glimmering sunlit waterfall appearing lush and creamy as it flowed down the sturdy equine nape. Judging by his physique, the arrival was also a racehorse like Bucephalus.

A cocky smile on his long muzzle, the golden horse defiantly stood in the stable's doorway, staring back at his dark-furred adversary in the shadows of the large building. It was like a scene from an old western: a new young gunslinger was in town and he had made his first stop at the saloon, looking for trouble. His gallant figure casting a long shadow deep inside the stable, all that was missing was a ball of tumbleweed rolling across the stable floor between the two horses.

His sides heaving along with a heavy sigh and a deep groan, Bucephalus sluggishly stood up from the floor, one strong equine leg at a time. Craning his bulky neck from side to side, the feral Friesian shook his tall figure, discarding all of the loose hay that had gotten stuck to his black fur. Finally, the majestic beast scraped the floor with his hooves, snorted, and then tossed his mane around pompously, the dazzling dark hair mostly settling on the right side of his big equine head.

His sensitive, full testes hanging almost dangerously close to the ground and his dark length halfway extended from his sheath, Bucephalus turned around to face the golden equine by the door. He took a pair of very heavy, very stately steps, emerging from the darkness of the stable and stepping into the light of the doorway. After all, who was he to deny anyone of the great pleasure of witnessing his regal stallion's body?

The shadows had somewhat concealed Bucephalus' well-defined racer muscles, but now in the sun, they were on full display, bulky and rippling with strength... as was his half-erect horsecock. The new horse immediately took note of this fact, Bucephalus noticing his eyes trailing downward beneath his belly.

"I hope you're not here just to ogle at my junk... If so, get in line!" The big Friesian huffed, making the slightly smaller equine flinch with his assertive tone. Bucephalus defiantly scraped the floor with his hooves, not making any extra effort to appear intimidating, knowing his current, immaculate physique would do it for him.

The other equine by the doorway looked slightly taken aback now that Bucephalus had properly revealed himself, but nevertheless, held his ground by the door.

Clearing his throat the golden horse began: "I'm Atticus Hufensberg, yes, one of those Hufensbergs and-"

"I don't remember asking you, your name, or anything for that matter." Bucephalus immediately cut the other horse off, taking a few more steps towards him.

Now much closer, Bucephalus was able to better evaluate the newly arrived equine with his eyes. Physically he was quite big. Not as big as Bucephalus, but not too far off either. He was an Arabian by the looks of it, his build slightly less bulky than the Friesian's. He still had left some of the youthful gleam of a colt in his dark eyes as he was apparently slightly younger than the Friesian. Age-wise, the Arabian must have been somewhere between Bucephalus and Alex and one could by a single glance tell which one of the two was the senior.

"...What do you want?" Bucephalus asked after a semi-long pause, doing little to stop the annoyance from showing on his face.

"...I actually came here with my owner today. Mr. Lucian, maybe you've heard of him. He came here to meet up with your owner... Dale... something. Anyway, since I knew this was where the famous racehorse Bucephalus lived, I thought I'd drop by to see what kind of stallion the reigning district champion is." Atticus spoke, his eyes scanning Bucephalus' intimidating dark figure in the process.

"If you're a fan, then do me a favor and fuck off! I'm not interested in foal-sitting." Bucephalus said, already turning around to head back to his resting spot.

"My, you're just as foul-mouthed as everyone says you are." Atticus chuckled. "I do believe it would be best if you were a bit nicer towards me. Since who knows, your daddy might even buy me to live here with you."

If anything I'm HIS daddy... Bucephalus muttered in his mind, referring to his anthropomorphic owner.

Just as Bucephalus was about to take a step deeper inside the stable, Atticus spoke again: "I'm sure he would love to have a real racing stud on the farm for once."

This made the bigger horse stop in his tracks, right front hoof suspended in midair and left ear raised towards the direction of the other equine's cocky voice. Taking a deep and heavy breath, Bucephalus set his raised hoof back onto the stable floor and turned his equine head just enough to get his golden counterpart within his view.

"Are you looking for a hoofprint between your eyes, goldie? Because if so, I'd be more than willing to give you one." Bucephalus said with a voice so venomous it made even the cocky younger horse flinch slightly.

Still, Atticus resiliently held the same brash smile on his muzzle, even whilst facing the cold glare Bucephalus was giving him. Clearing his throat, mostly for himself, he replied: "Goodness no! ...I'm simply proposing... you and I have a race to... see by how much I can beat you."

This kid's got some balls.

Bucephalus slowly turned back around, this time making sure to stand up straight and puff out his strong equine chest which he presented to Atticus. He snorted and tossed his mane back over to the right side of his head before taking a few steps closer to the Arabian. Each hoofbeat holding behind it the near 2000 pounds of racehorse muscle thumped against the floor until there was only a few feet between the two.

"A race, huh..?" Bucephalus repeated with a broad, almost malicious smile on his dark muzzle. "And you're going to beat me?" Bucephalus scraped the hay under his front hooves.

"Big words from a pretty pony... Let's see if you can put your hooves where your mouth is."

Looking both surprised and excited at Bucephalus' reply, Atticus also scraped the floor with his hooves and snorted excitedly. "Do you have something in mind?" He asked.

Bucephalus squinted his eyes and peered out from the stable doors, quickly locking onto a lone feeding trough about 100 meters away from where the two horses currently stood.

"That trough. There and back." Bucephalus grunted.

Atticus turned around, his ears perking up as he spotted the object in question, and nodded his head. "Then what are we waiting for?" He said enthusiastically, already positioning himself to a starting pose, head slightly ducked, hooves properly lined up.

Bucephalus didn't say a word and positioned himself next to his golden rival, taking a similar stance to Atticus, only that he held his head high, fully certain of his superiority. Both equines tensed up the strong muscles in their haunches, each ready to give their all to the burst of speed about to unfold.

3...2...1...

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Blades of grass were ripped off their roots as Bucephalus' heavy hooves vigorously chafed the terrain as he powered through the short distance set for this race. The soil beneath his hooves, the wind in his mane. This was what he was born to do. Besides fucking of course.

The big dark equine had completely shut out Atticus from his consciousness and only raced by himself in his mind. A superb gallop: Each movement of his large body so precise and premediated, yet it was like nothing to him. There was no doubt Bucephalus was in his prime. And in his prime, he was unbeatable.

And just like that, the race was over.

Bucephalus slowed down his gallop into a canter as he steered back inside the stable, eventually bringing his hooves to a complete halt inside the big, red building. In his wake, came Atticus, his finish not quite as graceful, as he had to force himself to a stop to avoid crashing into one of the empty pens inside the stable. He nearly slipped as he dug his hooves into the ground, sliding about a dozen feet past Bucephalus before eventually stopping.

Bucephalus had a confident smile on his face as he turned around to meet his panting competition, who had spectacularly but expectedly lost despite all his talk beforehand. Even with the additional cargo he carried in his big, round tanks of colt juice, Bucephalus was able to beat Atticus by more than a second. Was the distance that of a normal racetrack, he would've probably beaten him by four or five seconds even.

"There! Now beat it!" Bucephalus grunted, dismissively turning away from the horse he had defeated. The Friesian wore a soft, pleased smile on his muzzle, feeling the frustrated gaze of Atticus on his dark fur.

"...Well... whatever... But my bloodline is still superior. I will take you over in less than a year for sure." Atticus wiped the bitterness of loss from his face, and again put on his best of the best, arrogant grin.

"I'll gladly wait to race you again when your balls have descended kid." Bucephalus replied from over his shoulder.

"Oh, you mean these?" Atticus whinnied whilst rearing, showing off his perfectly round equine cumchurns along with his sheath, both appearing a soft shade of caramel in the afternoon sunlight. Big, round, heavy, as much was visually apparent to anyone of Atticus' testes. Definitely the nuts of a breeder.

"Each male from the Hufensbergs has the most perfect testes in the entire equine genome. That's why we only breed the best of stallions." Atticus explained with a huff, before stomping his front hooves back down against the stable floor.

"Does your shitty bloodline happen to have any circus ponies in it?" Bucephalus grumbled, getting increasingly irritated by the younger stallion's demeanor.

"It's called agility, old man! You should try it sometime. One more of the perks of my bloodline." Atticus snapped back at his Friesian counterpart.

"If your bloodline doesn't have any representatives with soft fuckable tailholes I have no reason to know you or your bloodline. Now. Get. Lost!" Bucephalus growled, intimidatingly snorting his flaring nostrils before walking away from the golden equine. But it seemed like Atticus didn't have it that way.

"Ah, the Hufensberg bloodline. Descending from the royal horses bred specifically for his highness, King Duv'er in the 1800s. So many prize-winning stallions and mares on all fields. Racing, Dressage, Showjumping, and Eventing. It's rumored that the Hufensberg semen is blessed by St. Eligius himself to only produce the finest of horses." The arrogant male blabbered on, walking just out of hoofprint range behind Bucephalus.

"You know, I wonder why they haven't gelded you yet. Not like anything your gonads could produce would be anywhere near the likes of my seed."

Bucephalus immediately stopped, a small cloud of dust lingering by his hooves with how abruptly he had slammed them against the floor. This action by the bigger horse caused Atticus to quickly take a step back in fear of a devastating kick a'la Bucephalus by one of the Friesian's heavy hooves not too far from his muzzle.

"Oh do you now?" Bucephalus said menacingly, turning around to meet Atticus face-to-face yet again. "You hear that boys?" He chuckled, craning his head down to get a look at the dark orbs he had hanging between his legs. Atticus observed the Friesian, confused. Soon enough, Bucephalus raised his head and spoke with a voice slathered with contempt: "They say you owe them an apology."

The Arabian tilted his head in confusion.

"I said..." Bucephalus somewhat raised his voice. "You. Owe. My. Big. Fat. Balls. A. Fucking. Apology..." He snarled, taking a step towards Atticus with each word, the entire floor of the barn shaking beneath his hooves as he stomped them towards the other equine. Now visibly startled, the golden horse had to back up several feet in order to avoid bumping foreheads with the dark stallion, who now stood directly in front of him, gigantic and intimidating.

"Unless of course..." Bucephalus abruptly cracked a mischievous smile. "You can prove your claims..."

This should be fun!

"P-prove it?" Atticus asked, the nervous stammer in his voice like honey to Bucephalus' dark ears.

"You know. To show me your jizz is superior to mine." Bucephalus explained slowly devising a plan in his head.

"H-how are we supposed to determine that?"

"Similar to before, we'll have a contest. A... Cumlympics, if you may." Bucephalus smirked.

Again, Atticus' face was riddled with confusion.

"We will compete in three categories of cum; Volume, taste, and texture!" Bucephalus announced, mockingly mimicking the controlled, high-class tone of the Arabian. "How about it, goldie? Or are you scared of losing for the second time?"

Hesitation lingered on Atticus' face for a short while before the equine eventually shook his head and put on a more serious expression. "You're on..."

"It's good you're not afraid to lose... Say... Why don't we make this even more interesting and bet on it."

Atticus was clearly interested, questioningly raising his right eyebrow at the Friesian stud. "For what?"

"Hmm... What if we just say...for a special reward...?

Atticus shifted the balance on his brows, wary of the bigger stallion's suggestion.

Noticing the hesitant reluctance from his adversary Bucephalus quickly added: "Well, it's not like we have to. I'll just settle for calling you a chicken once I win."

The golden equine furrowed his brow in reaction and snorted defiantly towards Bucephalus. "Let's do it!"

Gotcha!

"Then I guess we will need an impartial judge. Any suggestions?" Atticus continued, scanning the surrounding stable with his dark eyes. And he was right. The two ferals definitely needed a judge.

Also turning his head from side to side, Bucephalus looked around the stable, not quite sure what, or who he was searching for. Of course, there was Alex who currently resided in the same stable as Bucephalus for... practical reasons, but that would be too easy. Sure the bubbly gelding would undoubtedly be happy to get mated by two sturdy stallions, especially after Bucephalus had had to basically ignore the gray horse for over a week whilst abstaining himself.

No! This was to be done legitimately so that Bucephalus would be able to fully enjoy crushing the unannounced equine visitor, who had had the audacity to insult the Friesian's breeding capabilities. But then, who to pick as the judge.

Bucephalus' ears twitched as they picked up a soft grunt from not too far away, and he immediately directed his blue eyes towards the source of the sound.

It was one of the new summer interns. A shy and reserved male border collie, currently bent over a bale of hay, reaching for a bucket with some soap water and a rag, as he was currently cleaning one of the nearby pens of the stable. He was the nephew of one of Dale's acquaintances or something, Bucephalus didn't quite remember, since he hadn't paid attention when the information had been relayed to him. Not that it mattered to the big stallion. To him, the dog was just an extra pair of paws to help him get cleaned. Bucephalus didn't even remember his name, and as with most of the farmhands, he called the dog by the nickname he had given him, which was "Overalls", originating from the dog wearing very farmer-esque jean overalls whenever he worked around the stable.

Bucephalus was actually strangely fond of him. The dog didn't talk much, which more than suited the Friesian, since he didn't usually fancy mindless chitchat with the stablehands either. He was meek and hardworking, really good at trimming hooves, perhaps even better than Dale. But of course, Bucephalus had had to tease him just as he did all his anthro assistants. The black and white canine had the cutest of reactions whenever Bucephalus said something even remotely sexual, and his face would turn as red as a ripe tomato when the Friesian would get a bit more aggressive with his remarks. The canine was also really bad at hiding the glances he "secretly" took of Bucephalus' package and the huge feral had never missed a beat to show off to the collie and then tease him some more for it.

A big, toothy grin creeping onto his dark muzzle, Bucephalus stomped the floor with his heavy hooves and called out: "Hey Overalls!"

Both of the stallions subsequently got to enjoy the act of the male canine losing his balance on top of the haybale, stumbling down onto the other side, and knocking over his cleaning bucket with all the racket which went along with the hilarious display. The dog quickly re-emerged from behind the large block of golden hay, scratching the area behind his left ear, looking embarrassed with hay all over his upper body.

The canine then momentarily locked eyes with Bucephalus, blushing even more and hastily averting his hazel eyes from the big stallion. The jean-clad canine had his right ear folded over his eye, making him appear even more bashful than he was as he failed miserably at hiding the glances he took of the hung Friesian and his half-exposed length. So adorable. Bucephalus could promptly feel the urge of another few inches of horsecock wanting to get out of the sweaty dark sheath between his legs; an urge he didn't fight too much.

"Come!" Bucephalus said dominantly, nodding for the dog to come closer.

Now the overalls-wearing farmdog noticed Atticus besides the more familiar stallion, and the pair shared an equally confused look while the dog hesitated to do anything.

"COME!" Bucephalus repeated with his thundering voice, slamming the floor with his right front hoof loudly enough to make dust fall from the ceiling.

Visibly flinching, the, in comparison, smaller anthro hurried his way over, meekly keeping his eyes on the floor, the walls, or pretty much anything that wasn't stallion testicles; Another thing he failed at in grand fashion.

"Y-yes? Uh.. S-sir?" He asked, warily holding his dark tail in his paws.

Good boy! Bucephalus thought by himself, now turning his great muzzle towards his golden competitor. The two racehorses shared a look and Bucephalus nodded towards the dog standing in front of them.

"Him? Really?" Atticus asked with almost comical levels of eyebrow elevation, himself now eyeing up the nervous canine before Bucephalus.

"What's that? You uncomfortable about fuckin' anthros or something?" Bucephalus asked with his gruff voice, his pronunciation of the word "fuckin" making the anthro dog blush immediately. "Or are you scared his kind won't be able to appreciate your noble, blessed jizz?" Again, the farmdog blushed with the Friesian's last word.

Atticus' eyes darted from Bucephalus to the judge-to-be for a while, before the equine eventually nodded his head, still looking like he wasn't entirely comfortable with this setup.

"Alright, here's the deal Overalls!" Bucephalus said as he turned to face the judge for the two stallions' Cumlympics. "Me and golden boy over here are going to have a match and we need you to be the judge for us."

"U-ummm... W-what would I need to do?" The dog asked with a shaky voice, nervously fiddling with the tip of his tail.

"Well, that's the easy part. All you need to do is slip out of those lame overalls and bend over. We'll do the rest."

A rainbow of different emotions competing for the dominance of the canine's facial muscles flashed on the collie's muzzle as he understood what the stallion was suggesting. "I-I-I...I-I...I..." He stuttered before Atticus butted in.

"Now hold on a minute. I hardly think you actually need to... mate... with him. Wouldn't a simple handjob do just fine?" He asked, justifiably worried about the lack of horsecock capacity in the smaller creature's colon. The border collie also looked a bit more hopeful, carefully nodding his head at Atticus' suggestion.

"Like I would settle for just a handjob at this point..." Bucephalus groaned almost inaudibly, for a moment allowing his desires to take control of his tongue.

"What was that?"

"I said!" Bucephalus stomped the floor with his hooves, the thundering sound of it echoing throughout the whole stable once more. "I'll not settle for just a handjob..."

Damn right he wouldn't. Almost two weeks without a proper fuck. An unknown, arrogant stallion showing up in his stable unannounced and insulting the balls Bucephalus was admittedly so proud of, saying he would be able to cum more and better than him. Not a chance. This amount of frustration called, begged, and demanded a serious, heated fuck. Screw the mare, Bucephalus could knock her up with his first load anyways. No one would deny this from him.

"...You do whatever you want but I, for one, am getting myself a piece of that." Bucephalus said, walking over to a nearby pen-railing with his tingling stud testes jiggling about beneath his abdomen.

Stopping next to the sturdy wooden fence, Bucephalus tossed his mane and craned his head to look at the flustered collie, still at the very spot he had been standing throughout the conversation. The large Friesian whistled, succeeding in catching the dazed canine's attention. "Come on! Don't make me jizz all over the freaking floor. Trust me, you'd be cleaning it for the rest of the day. Oh, and be a good boy and bring over that bucket you had..."

Bucephalus glanced over at the canine with his best, assertive bedroom eyes and he swore there was some immediate swelling on the crotch of the collie's overalls. Might have also been the fact that the collie's eyes were locked onto Bucephalus' heavy hanging behemoth balls, who could say, really.

Bucephalus' words seemed to register with the dog on a generous ten-second delay, after which the collie sternly shook his head, his large ears creating a peculiar flapping sound as he did. Still feeling the sexy Friesian's gaze on his body, the canine speedily walked to pick up the metal bucket, now empty of soap water as he had knocked it down earlier, and hastily returned to Bucephalus, standing wary ten-or-so feet away from the large four-hooved racer. Visibly nervous, he carefully set down the bucket and went back to twiddling with his tail, which he had stuck up to his abdomen from between his legs.

Bucephalus snorted.

"Come closer! You're not going to get anything done from there. I'm flattered, but my dick isn't that big." He spoke, making the smaller canine twitch and take a few steps closer to the big stallion.

"I know you've been staring at me for quite some time, boy..." The Friesian spoke in a tone only describable as his bedroom voice. "Well? Aren't you excited? You get to have sex with this." Bucephalus said with almost a whisper, flexing each and every one of the strong muscles in his dark equine body, something which made the canine squirm on the spot even harder as the bulge on his overalls grew significantly.

"Now... Be a good boy and do a favor for daddy by losing those overalls..."

Whilst still nervous, the stallion's sexy tone seemed to strike home with the dog, and with shaky paws, the border collie started to undo the suspenders of his overalls. The canine fumbled a bit with his paws, eventually managing to release both of the jean straps from his work uniform, allowing the rest of the denim contraption to fall down onto the floor with a light thud.

A cocky smile rose onto Bucephalus' lips as he witnessed the state of the canine's erection, the collie sporting a good, growing red rocket on his crotch, more of the crimson lovetool squeezing out of the snow-white sheath by the second. The collie also owned a surprisingly hefty set of balls, which seemed almost abnormally large for his species. They probably rivaled some other anthro's species in size, certainly not something you'd expect out of your average canine.

"No underwear huh? Don't tell me you were expecting this to happen?"

"I-It's just more comfortable that way..." The collie stammered, his eyes shying away from the great, dark equine as he visibly fought the urge to cover his front.

"Liar..."

Bucephalus sniffed the air, a waft of the male canine's aroused scent drifting to his nostrils. It was surprisingly potent. If he had to guess, it must've been due to the dog's rather admirable testicles, which still only managed to look cute next to the ones Bucephalus owned.

"Say... That's a really nice set of balls... What is it with you canines always packing something unexpected?"

The collie didn't respond, but his tail wagged at the equine's compliment.

Bucephalus leaned his face closer to the collie, bringing his great muzzle on the level with the dog's fuzzy sheath, from which the crimson lovebone was emerging. Softly touching the hefty scrotum with his nose, the Friesian chuckled: "If you were a racing dog, they'd probably have to tape up your nuts too." Followed by a cheeky smile. "I bet even you could breed better foals with these than that loser over there." The dark horse continued, nonchalantly nodding his head towards Atticus who didn't seem to notice.

"But enough about your balls. Next, why don't you focus on mine?" Bucephalus growled with lust, using his testicular muscles to playfully juggle his magnificent orbs, much to the joy of the collie's erection.

"Over here." The horny stallion tapped the floor beneath his belly with his hooves, a spot dangerously close to his half-erect horsecock. "You might wanna put your hands on the railing if you don't want to get dragged on the floor by my cock."

His eyes wide and riddled with confusion, fear, arousal and desire the collie took a step closer to Bucephalus and kneeled down onto the floor, momentarily freezing into a furry statue as he saw the Friesian stallion's male bits up close. "Come on! All the way under there! Don't you worry about my nuts, they'll be emptied in your ass in just a few minutes."

Blushing from Bucephalus' words, the collie crawled under the great stallion, for a brief moment stopping to stare down the ten-or-so inches of Bucephalus' already exposed length. Bucephalus heard him swallow. The big horse then got an idea, which was too good to pass up.

"I'd duck my head if I were you..."

The poor border collie didn't even manage to raise his eyebrows in surprise before the fist-sized head of Bucephalus' lust hammer punched him straight in the face when the stallion abruptly dropped the rest of his 25-inch length. With the velocity Bucephalus could drop his cock, and with the weight the magnificent mating pole carried, it was no small impact.

Even Atticus chuckled a bit when the dazed dog rolled back onto all fours, the back of his head now covered in hay and a heavy dab of Friesian precum on his forehead. Now witnessing the true length of his equine lover-to-be the small canine was stricken with terror, terror, which his energetic lower half didn't seem to register at all, as the knot of his member finally popped out from its furry sheath pulsating in the open air of the stable, just a mere few inches away from its gigantic, equine counterpart. Craning his head to look at the victim of his phallus punch, Bucephalus thoroughly enjoyed the fear-spiced admiration coming from the canine. Yeah, he was fucking huge, what of it?

"I reckon that's about enough play for now... Let's fuck!" He chuckled, slapping his hardening length against his own belly, splattering a copious amount of precum onto the canine below him.

Bucephalus swiftly reared, hooking his front legs over the railing and thus elevating his upper torso a little bit, allowing his canine cocksleeve to get slightly more comfortable below his feral figure. Gentle blush present on his otherwise colorless muzzle, the silent border collie crawled underneath Bucephalus' naval caliber cum cannon and wrapped his paws around the railing. With the fur of the collie's back tickling the underside of Bucephalus' member, the horny stallion snorted with satisfaction, beginning to rub his rock-hard length against the canine.

"Do you masturbate Overalls?" Bucephalus asked with a tone as deep as the ocean, while the small canine was frozen in place with the stallion's massive dong dragging along his spine.

"Mmhhh~! With big cumjugs like that, I bet you jerk off all the time..."

Bucephalus didn't even have to look down to know the canine was blushing like crazy and he continued on with his lascivious taunts.

"Have you ever fantasized about being claimed by a stallion? Taken by a real stud with cock and balls like mine?" The Friesian stallion made a few more powerful thrusts against the canine's back to punctuate his words and could feel the collie trembling under him.

The collie sternly shook his head, even though it was apparent by his expression that something like what Bucephalus had described had for sure happened at some point in time.

"Lllliar..." Bucephalus whispered quietly, thrusting himself entirely onto the canine, his heavy equine scrotum tapping against the farmdog's backside before he retracted himself.

"Like I'd believe that for a second. You mean to tell me, you haven't once masturbated while thinking of MY dick. Jerked off that little thing of yours, imagining my big, hard 25-inch champion cock..? My big heavy orbs full of thick, musky coltjuice..? I bet you have..." Bucephalus spoke in a heavy, controlled tone that totally seemed to hit a note in the collie's ears as if the dog was getting more aroused by the stallion's voice alone. The blushing dog only had silence to offer to the big stallion, which brought Bucephalus great satisfaction.

Thanks to all the frotting, his cock was now rock-hard, leaking out a waterfall of precum and practically begging to be let exploring the insides of his canine partner. Yeah, it was about time. Bucephalus had never been one for too much foreplay anyway.

Slowly moving his haunches, Bucephalus dragged the tumescent, stud-sized pole of equine meat that was his cock off his partner's back, allowing the pre-coated tip to drop below the tail the submitting canine had subconsciously raised.

Such a good boy...

"Ah~!" Overalls gasped, feeling the same girth that had punched him in the face now knocking on his back door, the circumference of Bucephalus' equine cockhead more than enough to be intimidating to any anthros being allowed the pleasure of receiving it.

The stallion about to mount the small canine groaned as well, quite roughly prodding his meat against his partner's anus, feeling how the comparatively small orifice reacted to his breeder. Just the mere presence of a warm, willing hole in front of his member made Bucephalus that much hornier and he began taking jabs at the border collie's entrance, smashing his cockhead against the canine's tailhole, slowly stretching the entrance while his 'mare' whined helplessly.

"You'll do fine. I know a wolf who's about the same size as you, and he took me all the way to the hilt on his first try. Enjoyed every fuckin' second of it too." Bucephalus growled, trying, at the same time reassure his partner, and hold himself back from losing it and suddenly thrusting in too hard.

"You can just call me 'Sir' while we fuck, but feel free to scream any name once I get deep enough. Trust me, you'll know."

Those were the last words the big horse said to the collie before he bucked his hips and put his muscular racehorse haunches to work.

Bucephalus whinnied loudly as the tip of his gargantuan cock punched through the collie's tight sphincter with the well-aimed jab, a few good inches of Bucephalus' equine length immediately lurching inside the smaller canine. The smaller anthro released a wavering yip and the big stallion groaned with satisfaction, his entire dark, feral body shivering with delight. It felt like so long since he had last gotten his dick wet. A superbly tight anthro ass was just what he had craved and it felt even better than he remembered. Oh, Dale was so going to get it when the mare business was over.

"Fucking hell! How are you so --?" Bucephalus groaned through his teeth, gently wiggling the tip of his malehood within its comfy and snug dog socket.

"Wait? Are you a virgin, Overalls?"

The panting and whining canine wasn't able to muster up a response, but it was more than apparent that he wasn't used to taking dick; as if anyone could get used to taking the monster Bucephalus had.

"No fucking way!" Bucephalus rejoiced, allowing an extra inch or so sink into his partner's dilated orifice.

"With an ass like this, I thought you would have gotten railed at least a couple of times."

Another inch of horsecock disappeared within the whimpering collie.

"I'm actually kinda surprised Dale hasn't fucked you already. Though he'd be giving you some orientation about stallions within the first week. Well, that's his loss. Missed a great chance to get some fresh, virgin hole for once."

Now the trembling canine let out a proper, lustful moan as Bucephalus leaned in closer, almost a quarter of the Friesian stallion's thick and throbbing length now inside the smaller male.

"His loss indeed... Because once I'm done with you, your ass will be the furthest thing from a virgin." Bucephalus whispered, sounding almost menacing with how he spoke. "Yup, this hole will only accept thick feral horsecock once I'm done plumbing you..."

"...C-can't." The collie whispered powerlessly, all four of his limbs shaking like branches in the wind.

"Oh, but I think you can!" Bucephalus smirked, leaning even further onto his surrogate mare, making the canine's hole swallow inch after inch of equine meat until the medial ring on his 25-inch monster smashed against the collie's entrance.

A loud scream echoed in the quiet stable, but it was a scream of pure lust. Not the first, or the last one in this stable either, since Bucephalus was quite good at eliciting such screams out of others.

"Look at that! Already halfway in! And to think it is your first time? You must have some pretty good slut-genes in your family tree to be able to take half-a-stallion on your very first try."

The canine was no longer shaking but instead had his entire body tensed up beneath Bucephalus, the breath leaving his lungs short and rapid while his tongue hung loosely out of his dark, gaping muzzle. Small droplets of saliva dribbled onto the floor.

"Better save that breath pup! You're gonna need it."

Shuffling his hooves around a little bit, the Friesian stud added some weight to his dark haunches, the imposing medial ring on his equipment pressing up against the twitching gate into the canine's fun tunnel, its owner whimpering as it dilated even further. "God, you're so fucking tight..." Bucephalus groaned under his breath as the thickest part of his cock slowly pushed past his partner's sphincter, it being only a matter of time before he could go balls deep inside the anthro. "Just a bit more..."

*Thump!*

All of it took less than a second. The dog's hole gave way to the stallion's gargantuan girth and Bucephalus' medial ring popped inside the moaning anthro. Due to the multiple days of abstinence, the big stallion was slightly too eager and thus careless, placing a little more weight on his hips as he should have, subsequently driving the rest of his monstrous length inside the canine stablehand in a split second. Upon getting the ring forced into his already-struggling-to-contain-the-amount-of-horsecock anus the dog immediately came, strong convulsions ravishing his body whilst he ejaculated onto the floor, another twelve inches of equine dick gliding past his sphincter in the blink of an eye.

The tip of Bucephalus' sizable lovetool smashed into the canine's guts like a mallet, momentarily deforming the poor dog's abdomen with the heavy impact it made. His heavy taut balls now resting against a soft, furry backside, Bucephalus whinnied once again, enjoying the blissful feeling of colon clamping all around his feral length.

"Atta boy!" He groaned ecstatically, snorting loudly a few times to express his delight.

Cock still drooling out cum, the border collie was in no state to give a coherent reply, the thing mostly holding up his near-limp body being the tension Bucephalus carried in his malehood. To see if his partner was still conscious, Bucephalus craned his head downwards, getting an upside-down look at the collie's face, mouth wide open and panting, eyes rolled up to his head only leaving the whites visible. An adequate reaction to getting mounted by a horse twice his size.

"Power through it pup! Would be a real shame if you passed out before we got to the fun part..." Bucephalus grinned, raising his head and carelessly tossing it in the direction of the other stallion in the room.

Almost having been forgotten by the other two, Atticus stood a good twenty feet away from Bucephalus and Overalls, nervously shuffling his hooves while sporting a semi, similar to the one the Friesian had had before mounting the collie. A good ten inches of his caramel horsecock out and about, the golden equine seemed a bit embarrassed and awkward, most likely due to the fact he had gotten aroused watching the interspecies mounting.

"Take a good, hard, fucking look goldie... This is how a winner fucks." Bucephalus grumbled. "Hold on tight Overalls!"

A wailing moan disturbed the quietness of the stable as Bucephalus began retracting his massive member from within Overalls' hole. The collie tightened his grip on the wooden fence as inches upon inches of fat horsecock slid past his stretched sphincter. After what seemed like forever the stallion had been retracting his length from the canine colon, there was a more-or-less gentle tug as Bucephalus' medial ring bumped against the dilated gate it had once already passed by and the stallion stopped his hips.

The fence rattled and the anthropomorphic canine gasped for air as his insides got to feel the strength of his feral lover's first thrust. The fence rattled again and this time the black and white farmdog moaned as the blunt tip of Bucephalus' equine monstrosity punched his guts, a familiar bump appearing and subsequently disappearing from the canine's white belly. It was so big, so hard and so hot. The small anthro could do nothing to hamper its movement and was forced to simply prepare for the next strike from the throbbing equine sex hammer.

Bucephalus hadn't even gotten five proper thrusts in before he decided 'to hell with it' and went full throttle, starting to mate with his canine partner at the only pace a racehorse knows. He had already waited long enough.

Moans, gasps, snorts, and other animalistic sounds of feral-on-anthro lovemaking quickly filled the stable as the dark Friesian stallion gave the new summer intern the business. Bucephalus' heavy scrotum repeatedly collided with the collie's canine tush like a battering ram, producing all sorts of lewd slaps and sounds one might have expected from such harsh impact, only adding to the lascivious cacophony which accompanied the impressive act, that was a mating stallion.

The Friesian's strong racer hips tirelessly pumped all 25 inches of hard, throbbing stallion dick in and out of its whimpering and panting recipient. The collie's own crimson and knotted loverod haphazardly swung about between his thighs along with the movements of the bigger animal who jackhammered his hole with two feet of horsemeat at a breakneck pace. And Bucephlaus' movements were constantly accelerating as the vast pool of pre the stallion had drooled inside the farmdog kept lubricating the monster-sized shaft as it was pumped in and out of the narrow dog-orifice, a little of the translucent liquid squirting out each time the A-grade stallion junk was pushed inwards.

This truly was the mating of a real champion stud.

Alas, the big B himself wasn't entirely pleased with his performance and decided to change things up a bit.

"Let's get more comfortable, shall we?"

Stabbing his length as deep into the squirming farmdog as he could, the big horse abruptly moved his rear hooves closer to the fence, placing his torso in more of an angle with the stable's floor. The canine currently impaled on his massive cock released a surprised yip, as he was lifted from his knees, now having to balance himself on his paws whilst the stallion changed into a position more natural for him to mate in.

"Just like a real mare!" Bucephalus grunted, really starting to thrust into the canine's tight, spasming confines.

The gasping anthro now had to stand on his tiptoes, each angled thrust from the stallion momentarily separating his paws from the floor while he desperately tried remaining in place, holding onto the old wooden railing for his dear life as Bucephalus continued to deliver shattering thrusts to his partner's fluffy backside. The bulge moving up and down the collie's abdomen became even more prominent in this new position, Bucephalus' shape clearly visible underneath the white fur of his canine fuckbuddy. The plentiful, aforementioned pre was now leaking down onto the black stallion's balls, where it beautifully amplified the slapping sound the frim jizz-vessels made as they smashed against the smaller animal.

From amongst all his grunting and huffing the mating Friesian asked: "How is it Overalls? Is it big?"

The canine suddenly found his vocals again, mouthing a few, barely coherent words as his colon got roughly rearranged by the feral male. "Y-yes, sir! I--It's s-so f-f-fucking big! S-sir!"

"Damn right it is!" Bucephalus chuckled with great satisfaction, proceeding to pound the poor anthro for all his little furry ass was worth.

The abstinence had really taken its toll on Bucephalus, and the grunting stallion was approaching his first nut in nearly two weeks, and he was approaching it awfully fast. Having not mated for over a week, Bucephalus' length was extra sensitive and a virgin doggy anus wrapped around it was pure poison to his sexual endurance. Already feeling the heavy mass starting to make its way up from his taut lowhangers the rutting Friesian whinnied, preparing to send his seed where it belonged.

"Hope you still have some room down there..." Bucephalus groaned ominously, feeling how the collie's colon immediately tightened around his throbbing length, its owner well aware of what was coming. It was go-time!

A loud, majestic neigh shook the very walls of the stable as the large Friesian finally relieved himself inside his moaning anthro partner. The onyx beast flattened his ears and allowed the pleasure to wash over himself in one great wave as he reached his climax, every inch of his veiny stallion dong buried within the young canine's rectal cavity. Bucephalus was a racehorse, the best one, actually, but still, the equine himself knew that THIS was what he was made for.

Fucking take it pup!

One could see the smaller canine's entire body throb as one rope of Bucephalus' cum traveled up his seminal vesicles, up all the many inches of his urethra before finally blasting between the untouched anal walls of the smaller creature. The powerful eruption of thick, potent horse jizz filled up the small canine in seconds and yet the big stallion just kept on cumming. For a moment it appeared as if the breathless dog was about to say something, which eventually came out as an incoherent gargle as the anthro came too, his crimson rocket spewing ropes high up into the air, glazing the fence he and Bucephalus were leaning against. And it wasn't that small of a nut either.

Away from the orgasming couple, Atticus flattened his ears and watched the border collie's belly swell to an almost unnatural degree before the liquid pressure in the canine's guts managed to overpower his own sphincter, gushing out in jets of steaming hot equine cum from the sides of his hole, otherwise sealed shut by Bucephalus' malehood. The Arabian's flare throbbed, a few droplets of pre dribbling onto the floor as he shuffled his hooves.

"Shit!" Bucephalus groaned under his breath, performing an incredible feat of athleticism, managing to drag the dormant bucket underneath himself with his left rear hoof. Immediately, the surrounding area was filled with the sounds of heavy horsecum hitting the bottom of the metal bucket as the steaming hot liquid started filling up the worn-out container.

Bucephalus gave a few complementary thrust into his barely-conscious partner, even more of his gooey stallion gunk gushing out of the collie and into the bucket as he did. His pulsing horsemeat still continued to pump out the near-endless amount of cum his balls had produced during the last week, every single drop of the huge load doing a harsh U-turn inside the panting canine and subsequently bursting out into the large metal container below. "Yeah... Take daddy's colts..." The stallion huffed with satisfaction as the throbbing of his member gradually slowed down and Overalls' belly was finally beginning to deflate.

The streaks of cum leaking down into the bucket grew weaker as Bucephalus long-overdue orgasm finally died down, the entirety of the surrounding area now reeking of the raunchy scent of stallion's seed. Carefully swinging his haunches from side to side, Bucephalus evaluated the amount of his jizz still inside the canine stablehand and the best pull-out method so that most of it would end up inside the cum-bucket.

"You still alive down there?" He asked, listening to the raspy breaths the canine took under his dark figure.

Craning his muscular neck downwards the big equine got a look of the anthro's face, tears in the corner of his eyes, mouth hanging open, and an empty but somehow amorous stare in his wide-open hazel eyes. If Bucephalus didn't know any better, he would've said the dog had just gotten fucked by two feet of feral dick.

Momentarily closing his mouth to swallow, Overalls energetically nodded his head and Bucephalus could feel his colon constricting around his length.

"You better relax pup, 'cause I'm pulling out."

Again, the big equine left his partner with little to no time to react before he, rather uncourteously, pulled out, all over twenty inches of his meat mast receding from inside the dog in less than a second. Suddenly getting so much cock dislodged from his tailhole all at once inevitably caused the furry canine to ejaculate, his tired legs shaking profoundly as he applied some more of his glistening white paint onto the wooden railing he was leaning against. The sound of liquid splashing against liquid echoed in Bucephalus' wake, a glistening waterfall of stallion seed hurriedly rushing into the bucket below from the collie's gaping tailhole.

Stretching his neck as he had just performed a physical feat, Bucephalus carefully backed away from on top of his partner, being extra mindful of his enlargened member, not wanting to knock over the bucket with his colts in it. No longer looming over his convenient cocksleeve, Bucephalus gazed down onto the canine's backside to take a look at the work his fifth leg had done on the dog. It was nothing apart from the usual. A gaping flesh crater wide enough to fit almost three, normal-sized anthros in. That or one champion stud. The edges of the canine tailhole twitched slightly, trying to squeeze the dilated entrance shut but to no avail.

With a satisfied smirk on his face, Bucephalus now gazed a bit further down, into the bucket where most of his load had landed. The big, dark stallion quietly observed the thick, spunky, near-gelatinous mass lulling inside the metal container, filling up nearly three-quarters of the gallon-sized bucket. Of course, a stallion of his size would produce a lot, but still, this nearly exceeded his own expectations.

Good grief. No wonder my times have tanked this week.

The silent stallion quickly raised his head, as the border collies legs gave in and the dog fell to his knees, almost in comical perfection planting his buttocks directly on top of the bucket and Bucephalus heard even more of his cum getting added to the existing mass.

"Better not knock it over..." Bucephalus chuckled, turning away from the dog still trying to catch his breath.

Now eye to eye with Atticus, Bucephalus took a few steps closer to the golden stallion, authoritatively slapping his, still erect, giant flare against his belly, leaving a heavy dab of cum onto the smooth, dark fur.

"I thought you weren't into anthros." The Friesian chuckled, staring down between the other equine's legs where Atticus sported a healthy, rock-hard, feral erection.

"T-this is..."

"Or did you just get hard from watching a true champion fuck?" Bucephalus grumbled, standing as tall and proud as he could, slapping his length onto his belly twice more just to assert himself. Atticus held his tongue and turned his head to the side defeatedly.

You'll get your turn eventually...

"Overalls!" Bucephalus looked over his right shoulder at the dazed canine still sitting on top of the large bucket. Blinking furiously, the dog turned his face to meet the Friesian's fiery gaze and immediately blushed a bit as his eyes met with Bucephalus'.

"I got another contestant here for you to judge!" Bucephalus chuckled, whisking his head towards Atticus, who shuffled his hooves around nervously.

Sluggishly dismounting his uncomfortable metal seat, the collie stood up with shaky legs, the fur on his thighs wet with equine ejaculate. Both stallions quietly watched as the dog struggled to make his way over, the steps he took with his paw dangerously wobbly. One of the many side-effects of getting your ass fucked by a horse.

Balancing his way past Bucephalus, the collie accidentally locked eyes with the Friesian stud again and covered his face with his ears, much to his own demise. Losing the visual input on his surroundings his balance immediately faltered and he only got two steps away from Bucephalus before toppling over. Lucky for him, he fell over just where he needed to, as the male canine was now on all fours right next to Atticus' caramel-colored length.

Removing his self-inflicted blindfold by shaking his head, the collie's face quickly lit up with excitement and his gaping tailhole subconsciously contracted a bit as he got a look at another 20-inch feral horsecock, not quite as long or girthy as the once Bucephalus owned, but certainly a formidable phallus in its own right.

"He said he wanted a handjob, remember?"

Bucephalus' low voice made the collie twitch, and he took a careful look over his shoulder at the stallion standing behind him. "Go on... Grab it..." Bucephalus leaned his head closer to the collie, who nervously extended his right arm to touch the alluring horsecock before him.

Atticus whimpered quietly as the soft paw pads of the farmdog touched his malehood, the nervous canine hastily retracting his paw as the golden stallion's cock twitched from his touch. A glistening droplet of precum oozed out from the very tip of the intruding stallion's tool and was left hanging just above the floor, a glistening tail connecting it to the blunt cockhead.

"I think it likes you..." Bucephalus chuckled right next to the collie, giving the dog a small nudge with his muzzle, prompting him to continue.

His breath once more accelerating, the black and white canine placed his paw on Atticus' member, which twitched again, leaking out even more pre onto the floor. Atticus flapped his long ears and chafed the floor with his front hooves as the collie added his other paw onto the long equine dick. Feeling the throbbing mass between his paws elicited a small gasp from the collie as he just held the big, feral member in his hands in amazement.

"Quite magnificent isn't it?"

The collie twitched again with the Friesian's profound voice, Bucephalus' warm breath tickling the canine's left ear. The dog carefully nodded his head without taking his eyes off the caramel equine baton in his paws.

"Stroke it..."

A hint of blush creeping up onto his furry muzzle, the shy collie began to slowly move his hands along the upper half of Atticus' cock, the brown shaft pulsing against the methodical movements of the canine's paws. The Arabian snorted and restlessly shifted his weight on his hooves as if his golden figure was being rocked by a wave. The other stallion was obviously not used to getting his flare handled by someone else, let alone an anthro dog, whose small paws undoubtedly felt good against his heavy flare, further evidenced by the growing pool of pre amassing underneath Atticus' tip.

"Can you feel how warm and hard it is for you? Don't you want to rub your body all over it?" Bucephalus whispered, his own feral funstick creeping back to full mast as he watched the awkwardly cute display between the other stallion and the stablehand.

The collie enthusiastically nodded his head, now moving his paws past the medial ring, opting for longer, more meticulous strokes, noticeably enjoying stroking off the golden stud. Atticus whinnied, and raised his front hooves off the ground, fighting the urge to rear as he received stimulation he never had before, at least if you were to believe his flustered reactions.

"Tell me... Overalls..." Bucephalus muttered, taking a step closer to the canine and slapping the tip of his messy, tumescent member on top of the anthro's lower back. "You ever dream about stroking off a stallion while you masturbate?"

"Y-yes..! Yes sir!" The dog nearly fumbled with his words as the Friesian stallion moved his weighty flare on his body.

"These stallions you dream of... what are they like?" Bucephalus asked, gently thrusting himself against the smaller creature, leaking some pre onto the farmdog's back.

"Are they big? Do they have huge fucking cocks like mine? Do they have fat, enormous balls full of colts for you to milk out?" The large racehorse grunted, nearly each of his words accompanied by a palpable thrust into the curve of the collie's back.

"Y-yes!" Overalls moaned letting his paws glide over the majestic stallion prick while Bucephalus dragged his own across the dog's back, thrusting his messy shaft against the dark fur under it.

It appeared that Bucephalus had indeed succeeded in fucking the small canine silly, as the anthro, completely out of his own volition, leaned closer and carefully started licking the top half of the other stallion's cock. His paws still moved on the other side of Atticus' medial ring, stroking and caressing the pulsing equine shaft while its owner groaned and huffed very animalistically.

"Gooood pup!" Bucephalus thundered whilst grinding himself against the whimpering creature, whose tail began wagging from the big stallion's compliment. "Don't forget the balls. Big studs like us love getting their balls played with..." Bucephalus groaned, allowing his own hefty pair tap against the collie's stuck-out backside as he continued to dry hump the canine, most of the dog's back already soaked with the Friesian's pre. Overalls complied immediately, reaching down with his paws, and started to greedily grope and caress the heavy, smooth male orbs just south of the shaft he had been stroking. Atticus whinnied, shaking his head while Bucephalus smirked at his rival's reaction.

The strange trio continued their equally strange threesome: Overalls giving Atticus' tip a bath with his mouth whilst stimulating the rest of the golden stallion's length with his paws, all the while Bucephalus moved his own length, slick with pre, on the anthro canine's back, his snorts and grunts nearly rivaling that of the other stallion in pace and volume.

"How do you like the taste of that racer cock boy?" Bucephalus asked, his humping partner's answer abruptly interrupted as all three now heard another set of hooves approaching.

Bucephalus recognized the approacher by the tempo and weight of his hooves alone but still swung his head around to meet the horse.

It was Alex, the gelding who apparently had woken up from his afternoon nap, now carefully trotting towards the stablehand and two stallions. The third horse quickly stopped once he noticed Bucephalus' blue eyes staring in his direction and submissively lowered his head whilst stealing glances at the bigger male from under his brows. His tail hopefully swished back and forth as he opened his mouth to speak.

"H-hello Bucephalus, sir..!" He muttered, anxiously wandering about while the blue, Friesian irises still peered at his body.

The gelding wandered a bit closer, carefully sniffing the air for the scent of the two other stallions, as well as most likely, the bucket filled with Bucephalus' cum not too far from where the gray horse was standing. He was visibly flustered from seeing what was going on between the two racehorses and the stablehand, a bit of his pink member already poking out of the gelding's dark sheath. It looked as if he was unsure if he should-, or was even allowed to watch what was going on between the three. Soon, his ears fluttered and he tried speaking again, judging by his stammer, being too distracted to do so: "I-I... I... Ummm... I was..."

"We're busy, so don't bother us." Bucephalus said dismissively, going back to dragging his fuckpipe on the glistening fur of Overalls' back. The gelding looked slightly dejected and flattened his ears, still intrigued and observing the two stallions and the anthro canine.

"Or actually..."

Alex's ears perked up immediately.

"...Fetch us a bucket. An empty one." Bucephalus continued, noticing that Atticus was about to reach his peak, the pre oozing out of his dick smelling extra potent as well as appearing much thicker. It had barely been a few minutes and the Arabian was already about to blow? Bucephalus was slightly disappointed, but not at all surprised. "Chop chop!"

The gelding immediately darted back the way he came, leaving behind only a cloud of dust on where he had stood. For a brief moment, the space was again dominated by the sounds of a dog eagerly licking his treat, and two horses competing on who could snort and grunt the loudest. However, Alex was rather quick with his errand, soon returning with a bucket hanging between his teeth, after being gone for only about twenty seconds.

"Found one? Good! Bring it here!" Bucephalus grunted, nodding his head towards Atticus' hooves.

The meek stallion quickly trotted his way over, setting down the bucket where the moaning collie could reach it before raising his head and taking a look at Atticus. The two stallions shared a confused look, Alex appearing to be unsure if he should be excited about meeting a new friend or not, and Atticus being just genuinely confused at the presence of the young gelding. It didn't take long, however, for Alex's eyes as well as his attention to be drawn lower, to the whimpering dog and the twitching, golden brown flare he was attacking with his tongue. His eyes grew wide and a few inches of his flare dropped from his sheath as he hungrily stared at Atticus' cock, still as a statue.

"Easy now! Don't you go looking at other stallions while I'm still in the stable."

Bucephalus' mocking, but surprisingly gentle tone woke up the gelding, who shook his head and then nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes sir! Sorry, Sir!"

"Be a good stallion and give us some space now will ya? Goldie here is about to blow."

Looking as if he had misinterpreted the word "blow" Alex's ears shot straight up and he hastily jumped away from Atticus, backing away a safe distance of fifteen feet before stopping on his tracks, a worried expression on his muzzle. Bucephalus just smiled and turned his attention to the canine below him and the flare the anthro was currently handling.

"Can you smell how close he is?" The Friesian stallion asked, leaning his head closer to the creature between his hooves. There was no reply from the dog, who was way too engrossed in licking, stroking, jerking, and fondling the other stallion's genitals to acknowledge Bucephalus' words.

"The real thing smells even better, you know? Can you imagine it? The unfiltered spunk of a stallion, right under your little black nostrils. Reeking of feral sex, masculinity, and potency..." Bucephalus snorted so that the air from his nostrils ruffled the fur on the back of the collie's head. "Don't you want to smell that...pup?"

"...I-I do!" The panting border collie muttered without taking his eyes off the second stallion's throbbing tool.

"Faster..." Bucephalus whispered, simultaneously increasing the speed of his own hips, his leaky tip nearly reaching the collie's neck as he continued his humping. The whining canine promptly complied in the trance-like state he was in, hastening both the movements of his paws and his tongue, using all three to eagerly attack Atticus' feral horsecock.

Atticus was growing increasingly restless, having trouble keeping all four of his hooves grounded at the same time as his glistening shaft was close to exploding in the strong grips of pleasure exerted onto it by the small anthro's paws, so carefully, so methodically and so eagerly stroking his malehood. It was rather shameful he was to ejaculate in front of an audience, but the Arabian stallion simply couldn't help it as he just felt too good, making it impossible for him to hold back his messy desires. Slowly letting his eyes roll back into his equine head, the golden steed finally let go and surrendered himself to the raging waves of pleasure making rounds throughout his body.

"The bucket!" Bucephalus roared, giving the dazed collie just enough time to grab the wooden container and place it under Atticus' chest before the golden equine thrashed his muzzle around and whinnied loudly.

Both Alex and Overalls watched in awe as a single fat rope of cum shot out of the intruding stallion's love pole, jetting a good five feet distance from his spasming cockhead, most of it landing way past the bucket prepared for it. The strong ejaculatory reaction was soon followed by another rope, which made an audible splash as it landed straight inside the bucket, much of its mass still splattering outside the wooden vessel with the force it hit the bucket with.

"Keep stroking pup! Make sure to milk him dry!"

Bucephalus' authoritative words brought the awestruck farmdog back to the present, and he began moving his paws along Atticus' convulsing equine meatstick, doing long, careful strokes along its entire 20-inch length. Atticus neighed in response, proceeding to blast his seed into the bucket by his hooves, leaking out more coltjuice than he probably had in his entire life. Meanwhile, the collie longingly stared at the generous fountain of horsecum erupting mere inches away from his black and white muzzle.

"Don't you wanna taste it pup...? The taste of a racer..." Bucephalus whispered again, giving the canine a small nudge with his knee, nearly making the anthro wet his nose in the potent stream.

"Taste it straight from the tap! You need to judge that too, after all..."

With another nudge from the big Friesian, the border collie plopped his lips over Atticus' cockhead, his furry cheeks puffing out with cum in a split second, after which he hastily pulled away from the orgasming horsepole, now sloshing a real mouthful of Arabian horse jizz inside his maw. The dog hurriedly swallowed, coughing and gasping as the thick liquid made its way down his throat, some of it still stuck to the panting canine's sharp teeth as he finished.

"I know it ain't much, but you'll get to have some of mine real soon." Bucephalus gave the dog's head a gentle poke with his nose before backing off from on top of the smaller anthro.

A few seconds passed and Atticus' orgasm finally came to a close, the strong stream gushing out from his tip slowly dwindling down to a week current, which eventually stopped, leaving a single, sticky drop, a mixture of his pre and actual cum, hanging from the golden-brown pole of lust.

"How'd it feel?" Bucephalus asked with a triumphant smirk, not expecting a reply from his out-of-breath stallion adversary.

The Friesian then shifted his gaze to the equally out-of-breath border collie, on all fours next to Atticus, sporting a healthy boner between his black thighs, his knot swollen nearly to the point of orgasm. He then glanced at the bucket at the second stallion's feet, which was about half-full of gooey equine ejaculate. And while it certainly was a more than a generous amount for your average male horse, it didn't even come close to the amount Bucephalus had managed to produce, even taking into account the copious amount of spillover on the Friesian's part.

Leaning over to pick up his respective bucket, the triumphant dark stallion walked his way over to his panting competitor, setting down the heavy metal container a few feet away from the graceful stallion.

"Looks like it's my win!" He chuckled, enforcing his statement by performing a belly-slap.

It took a fair moment for Atticus to gather himself before he could make up proper words to respond to the bigger horse.

"Wha... What about the other two? Taste and texture?" He snarled, finally lifting his head, having somewhat caught his breath.

Bucephalus just smiled and moved his eyes to the dormant collie on the floor. "Overalls! Come!"

Too tired to even stand up, the panting canine crawled the short distance next to the Friesian, only hardly able to crane his neck upwards to meet eyes with the muscular stallion. Bucephalus gently tapped the metal bucket with his hoof and grumbled. "Drink!"

A mixture of confusion and anxiousness flashed on the collie's muzzle before he turned his face towards the floor, and his head over the large bucket, almost full of Bucephalus' warm racehorse seed.

Before Overalls could even begin to hesitate, Bucephalus raised his hoof and pressed it on the back of the anthro's head, forcefully shoving the dog's muzzle into the basin filled with cum, nearly submerging the canine's entire muzzle in his ejaculate. "Drink up!" Bucephalus announced as the collie flailed his arms around in panicked fashion, having all of his routes for oxygen intake abruptly blocked by thick stallion jizz.

Atticus shot a horrified gaze in Bucephalus' direction, but the Friesian only tossed his mane and grunted: "Relax goldie, I'm just giving him a taste..."

Be it from the strong, potent odor and taste of the Friesian stallion's cum, the fact that he was forced to drink the seemingly endless amount of said cum, or the semi-asphyxiated state derived from the forced ejaculate-bathing of his muzzle, Overalls came almost as soon as Bucephalus was done talking, his red rocket spewing out canine seed just like it had when he'd had the stallion ramming his tailpipe a few minutes ago. The anthro's furry figure rocked with strong convulsions as the dog was brought to orgasm for the umpteenth time at the hooves of the dominant Friesian.

"...Aaand looks like it's my win..." Bucephalus smirked, removing his hoof from on top of the anthropomorphic judge, allowing the collie to retract his muzzle from the bucket, now covered in a hefty amount of Bucephalus' sticky ejaculate. The naked anthro coughed, looking dazed, tired, and satisfied all at the same time, gently collapsing onto the floor next to the bucket, his tail beating a slow rhythm onto the ground below as it wagged in a lazy manner.

"I don't think he can announce the winner, although, I'm quite sure, in a way he already did..." Bucephalus chuckled, sniffing at the small pool of the collie's cum on the floor before raising his head to meet Atticus' fiery gaze.

The golden stallion was visibly irritated at Bucephalus, who fully basked in the nasty glare of the younger horse, striking a pose with his head held high, right front hoof, and rear left hoof raised as if he was presenting in a horseshow.

Eventually setting his hooves back onto the ground Bucephalus put on a more serious face and took a pair of heavy steps towards Atticus.

"Ouch! Two losses in a row! If I were you I'd just quit competing altogether and just go home to munch on hay for the rest of my days." Bucephalus grinned, taking a few more steps closer to the other male, who avoided eye contact with the Friesian stud approaching him.

Bucephalus was quickly right next to the Arabian, walking right past the defeated golden equine whilst muttering: "I think someone owes something of mine, a pretty... little... apology..." His erect onyx cock wobbling as he moved.

Once past his defeated foe, Bucephalus snorted and abruptly and aggressively stuck his nose under Atticus' tail, catching a glimpse of the golden-brown racehorse doughnut hiding underneath. Atticus voiced a startled neigh, almost stumbling onto his own hooves as he hastily turned around to meet Bucephalus' lowered head.

"What on earth are you doing?" Atticus huffed, more than flustered by the bigger male's actions.

"I'm just checking out my prize, that's all." Bucephalus muttered in a controlled tone, again circling behind the other stallion.

"Y-you can't actually be serious..?"

"If you strike the king, you better kill the king!" Bucephalus smirked, rearing behind the golden horse, attempting to mount him.

Atticus tried thrashing around in panic but using his superior, stronger body, Bucephalus was able to force his rival into a mounting position, the golden stallion's heaving sides now securely between his front hooves.

"You're not much of a racehorse or a breeder, *grunt* but you'll make a decent mare I'm sure..." The big Friesian grumbled, enthusiastically snorting whilst trying to probe for the other male's tailhole with his erect donger.

"A fine... mare... indeed..." He grunted, poking his tip against the springy muscle of Atticus' glutes on his third failed attempt at penetrating the panicking stallion. Upon his fourth failed attempt Bucephalus snorted with frustration and growled: "For fuck's sake! Get over here Overalls and help me inside this arrogant colt!"

Hearing the resentful tone the Friesian was using, the tired collie sprung up from the floor, having to search his balance for a while before walking over to the two great stallions with shaking paws. The nervous canine audibly swallowed as he got a look at Bucephalus' tumescent flare resting against the other stallion's rump, its black underside glistening wet with pre, the very same sticky liquid which also stained the majority of the farmdog's furry back.

"Come on! Grab it like you're jerking it and guide me in! 'Boutta teach this filly some manners!" Bucephalus snorted, a wild, excited gleam in his eyes as he held Atticus in place underneath him.

Doing as he was told, Overalls grabbed the throbbing flare with both paws, his fingers only barely able to meet each other around the Friesian's impressive girth. The dog swallowed again, sliding his paws all the way to the onyx lovepole's tip, which he tugged a little to the left, and a few inches downwards, so that it met with the base of the other stallion's tail. Carefully lifting Atticus' tail for Bucephalus, the collie let the Friesian's large cockhead slide into place, the big dark stallion pushing himself against the other male's tailhole, testing its resistance ahead of the penetration.

"Good boy! Now go take a seat and watch as I fuck this golden prick's brains out!" Bucephalus huffed while his mare-to-be whined submissively before him.

But the big equine didn't give the canine stablehand almost any time to move away as he threw his dark haunches at the second stallion as soon as he had finished talking, nearly causing the collie to stumble and fall as the two horses began fucking.

The penetration was fast and harsh, Atticus' backdoor doughnut swallowing all 25-inches of Bucephalus' Friesian cock in the blink of an eye, the two stallion's hips smashing together fiercely as a result. Both males whinnied in unison, the one emanating from Atticus being a pitch or two higher than Bucephalus' just as one might have expected from someone taking a grown male horse into his tailpipe. In addition, the bigger Friesian voiced a deep and heavy growl to declare his satisfaction. Atticus, whose length had already partly retracted back into its sheath, had his member effectively punched out of him as Bucephalus' cock entered his equine colon, the golden-brown baton going back to drooling pre just like before.

"Maybe Dale should buy you..." Bucephalus grunted, gingerly moving his hips around, getting his cock comfortable in the tight grip of the feral equine's colon. "God knows I could use a new fucktoy around here."

Atticus scraped the floor with his hooves and huffed, completely overwhelmed by his new daddy's massive size which currently occupied his fun tunnel. Bucephalus was well aware of his size and its effect on others upon penetration, but it never got old seeing another male breathless and gasping while they squeezed down on his cock. Smiling broadly, the dark stallion started to move.

"How about it goldie? You'd get to move in the stable with me and Alex. You could live here as my second bitch and I could empty my nuts inside you every day!" The large stallion murmured whilst grinding himself against Atticus, who could only gasp and snort in response to the Friesian's mockery.

There was a loud thump in the stable as Bucephalus gave his first proper thrust into Atticus' golden backside, the panting recipient whinnying loudly as his hole got stretched by the large male mounting him. Alex and Overalls also flinched, knowing full well what that first thrust felt like, both their holes winking just from the memory of it.

"Yeah, that's it! Moan for daddy!" Bucephalus grunted, hastening the pace of his hips, starting to properly fuck his new toy.

As his length rhythmically slid past Atticus' soft anal ring, Bucephalus let a sharp shiver run through his muscular form. It felt good to fuck a stallion for once. While the dark stallion had somewhat developed a taste for fucking anthros over the past year, nothing still quite compared to the insides of another feral, especially to the tailhole of a fellow male equine. Atticus was surprisingly breedable for such a large male, his rump consisting of just the right amount of muscle and fat to make it the perfect fuck for anyone able to mount the golden steed. And thanks to his physique, the Arabian also possessed the dexterity to allow Bucephalus to go as hard as he pleased without any real risk of actually hurting his partner. And that was just how Bucephalus liked to do things.

Spreading his hooves a bit further apart, Bucephalus drove his onyx pole into Atticus' quivering hole with enough force to make the entire barn shake and the golden horse moan like a mare in heat. As the two stallions continued their noisy lovemaking, a bit further away, Alex carefully approached the naked collie, who quietly stared at the unfolding eight-hooved stallion sex in front of him.

"H-hi!" The gelding cautiously said as he stepped next to the dog, who flinched slightly, not having noticed the approaching horse. The two's eyes met and Alex promptly flapped his ears and put a careful smile on his muzzle whilst cautiously lowering his head.

"You're one of the summer interns, r-right? I'm Alex!" The gelding enthusiastically greeted the canine, who nodded in acknowledgment of the gray equine's words.

Alex carefully leaned his head closer to the still dog, and carefully sniffed his new friend from a safe distance away. The gelding's eyes, however, quickly grew wide as he spotted the canine erection the border collie had between his legs, the knotted lovetool still throbbing and full of blood thanks to the steamy stallion sex show.

"Do you know Xander?" Alex quickly asked, sounding much more excited than a few seconds ago. "He's my boyfriend! He has one of those too! Although, I think his is slightly bigger... He's currently on vacation, but I've had Dale send him pictures of my... rump... for something he says is 'fap-fuel' so that he won't feel lonely. I've talked on the phone with him too, and..."

"Alex!"

Bucephalus' voice echoed in the stable. Both the excited gelding and the verbally overwhelmed collie turned to look at Bucephalus, who rammed his length into the other stallion at a breakneck pace whilst staring back at the two.

"Why don't you be a good little stallion and go empty that metal bucket over there. Your new friend is going to need it to clean up after I'm done."

"Yes sir!" Alex promptly said, noticeably pleased having gotten attention from the big stallion.

The cheerful horse quickly trotted over to the two buckets near the mating stallions, momentarily stopping to watch Bucephalus fucking the golden Arabian up close. His pink flare got slightly more erect as he got a look at not one, but two huge stallion pricks this close to him.

"I'm not hearing any drinking!"

The gelding jumped and quickly brought his head over the bucket with Bucephalus' cum, his ears promptly perking up as he caught a whiff of the Friesian's potent seed. Alex didn't waste any time and plunged his head inside the metal vessel, eagerly drinking the thick, creamy sludge that was Bucephalus' cum.

That'll shut him up for a while...

Briefly bringing his head up for air, Alex turned his, now almost snow-white, muzzle towards the other bucket and took a careful sniff of the other stallion's cum. Next, he carefully looked up at Bucephalus who responded to the gelding's stare with his own, and gave a bombastic huff, looking down at the third stallion.

Lifting his head high, Alex mimicked the Friesian's huff and exaggeratedly knocked the second bucket over with his hoof, spilling its contents onto the stable's floor. Bucephalus gave the enthusiastic gelding an approving nod as Alex went back to drinking from the metal bucket, tail happily swishing from side to side as he again submerged his muzzle into the potent coltjuice.

Bucephalus gritted his teeth and snorted, relentlessly pounding his hips against the other stallion's muscular backside, which's insides writhed around his length each time he hilted the moaning racehorse. Having been hard throughout Atticus' entire jerk-off session, it was no exaggeration to say that the big stud was quite near his limit, especially with how good of a fuck the other stallion actually was. His big, jiggly cum churns already aching for another release, the stallion promptly doubled his efforts in stuffing his meat down his rival's rectum. And judging by the kind of sounds he was making, as well as the large pool of pre he had drooled out of his swollen member, Atticus wasn't that much shy of his second orgasm either.

But then, Bucephalus suddenly got an idea and just as his new mare surrogate was screaming his loudest, the dark male equine stopped.

Atticus' ears shot straight up and the panting Arabian raised his head, giving the bigger stallion mounting him a look of confusion and desperation. Bucephalus smiled.

"On second thought, Dale did tell me not to carelessly spill my cum wherever I pleased. Perhaps I'll just hold off for now." The Friesian mischievously muttered, beginning to retract his hot shaft from the other male's tailhole.

Maintaining eye contact throughout his pullout, Bucephalus watched the will breaking in Atticus' dark eyes and enjoyed every last millisecond of it. The golden stallion knew what the Friesian wanted him to do, but he still waited for the exact words to roll off Bucephalus' tongue. Which they eventually did.

"...Beg..." He mouthed in a particularly low tone, the other horse's eyes going wide as he heard the order.

"Please! Please fuck me daddy! Fuck my ass and give me your colts! I'll be a good filly from now on, just please fuck my ass and cum inside me! I want to feel the seed of a true champion splashing down my hole."

"Good, colt..." Bucephalus muttered with an almost malevolent smile as he thurst back inside, making his filly whinny with pleasure. The dark stallion resumed doing what he did best: absolutely wrecking the ass of his rival racehorse, pounding his tailhole with enough force to break a regular stallion.

"How big is it?"

"S-so f-fucking BIG!"

"That's right. The biggest on the entire fucking planet..." Bucephalus growled, his balls slapping against Atticus' as each pair got ready to unload whatever they had in store.

"Who is the fastest fucking stud?"

"Y-you are!" Atticus cried, his voice crumbling as Bucephalus' cock smashed his prostate.

"Who has the biggest, thickest and muskiest fucking horsecock that's ever going to ram your ass?"

"Y-you do!"

"And who's gonna neigh like a mare after I empty my perfect fucking balls into his asshole?"

"M-me!"

Both, the majestic, snorting dark stallion, and the not-so-majestic ass-blasted golden stallion neighed together, hitting their peaks at exactly the same time, their gargantuan equine genitals now racing to be the first to ejaculate. A satisfactory groan was elicited from the Friesian stallion's mouth as the topping horse dislodged another ungodly amount of horse semen from his gargantuan stud testes, his hot-rod racehorse schlong buried over two feet deep inside its golden cocksleeve, pumping surge after surge of hot, sticky champion cum where it belonged. Even after nearly filling a bucket with his jizz, Bucephalus had more than enough saved up from his abstinence to give his moaning mare a proper, champion-style creampie.

All four of Atticus' legs shook as he received Bucephalus' liquid lust, his maw and eyes open wide as he tried to comprehend the insane amount of semen getting pumped inside his trunk. His brown flare twitched and throbbed along with his heavy equine testes, unleashing a powerful torrent of feral stallion jizz onto the floor beneath the two males, some of the more enthusiastic ropes getting shot nearly 6 feet away from the spasming tip of Atticus' malehood. The defamed stallion flattened his ears and closed his eyes, wholeheartedly enjoying the new purpose of his life, which was to be the domineering Friesian's filly cocksleeve.

"Told you you'd be better off as a mare than a racehorse..." Bucephalus grunted, jabbing his length deeper into the cum-filled guts of his partner, some of the precious equine lovegoo leaking out from the tight-fitted seal Bucephalus' girth formed onto Atticus' Arabian doughnut.

"Hnggg~!" Was all the golden horse could reply, ejecting the very last cum he had left in his recently-lightened testes. The submitting stallion unwittingly wiggled his backside, his new daddy's engorged loverod applying steady pressure to his walls as it rested inside him, safe and secure between his haunches.

"Such a good filly..." Bucephalus whispered, leaning closer and playfully tugging at Atticus' golden mane with his teeth before bucking his hips, starting to move yet again.

Atticus whinnied, some more ejaculate leaking out from his hole as the sweaty Friesian began thrusting again, the sticky white liquid running down his golden crease and all the way down his balls. He turned his head to catch a glimpse of the triumphant smile on Bucephalus' face before he was forced to turn away as another harsh thrust coaxed out yet another neigh from his lips.

"You didn't think we'd be done with just one nut? Oh no~! This stud's got a week's worth of seed to sow, and I'm sure you can guess where it will go."

A loud, lusty neigh echoed in the stable...

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The two stallions continued having rough, feral sex for almost an hour, Bucephalus emptying his gonads inside the other male time and time again, while Atticus did the same, just that his seed ended up on the floor, instead of a greedy squirming tailhole. The golden horse had nowhere near the sexual stamina as his dark partner and by Bucephalus' third load, and Atticus' fifth, the pounded horse could no longer stand and collapsed onto the floor, where Bucephalus continued fucking him.

Alex and the awestruck summer intern counted 14 orgasms in total: five from the fiery Friesian and a whole nine in total from the submitting Arabian. In reality, Atticus probably would've cum even more times, but ever since his eighth, his malehood had already fully retracted back into its dark-brown sheath, which continued to leak out a continuous stream of pre throughout the fierce pounding he received.

By the end of it all, Atticus was down on his back, his once dazzling mane a mess, all four of his feet lazily pointing towards the roof while the certified champion Friesian deposited his sixth load inside his Arabian counterpart, neighing proudly as Atticus didn't have the energy to do so. The once golden rays of the sun had already turned orange as Bucephalus finally pulled out from his panting mare, a massive amount of thick, heavy-odored stud semen immediately escaping the gaping horse colon, fucked so wide one could fit an entire anthro arm inside it with ease.

"That oughta do it... For now..." Bucephalus muttered with satisfaction, stretching his big, bulky neck after the intense breeding session.

Gazing down at his near-listless partner, Bucephalus walked a couple of steps forwards, bringing his big, round balls near the other male's gaping maw.

"Apologize!" The big horse grumbled, dragging his hefty nutsack across Atticus' golden muzzle, smearing some of the runoff on his balls onto the other male's face.

"Thorry!" Atticus' words were muffled by the mass of Bucehalus' testes, which, while being considerably less than when they had started, was still quite heavy.

"Sorry...?"

"Sorry, sir..." Atticus gasped, almost lovingly nuzzling against the fat orbs that had pumped him so full just seconds earlier.

"There we go! Next time you should think twice before --"

"Bucephalus!!!"

A very familiar voice cut off the Friesian's victory speech, making all three horses and the collie turn their heads towards the front door, where two bipedal characters stood.

It was Dale and who could only be assumed to be the aforementioned Mr. Lucian next to the anthro horse, Atticus' owner being a heavily-built polar bear even slightly taller than his equine friend. Both anthros had their jaws more or less dropped as they looked at the strange quartet at the back of the big building. Even without Atticus panting on the floor with jizz leaking out of his gaping wide hole and Bucephalus standing with his nuts resting on the other horse's head, it would've been impossible to make anyone think the stable hadn't been romped in; the scent of a rutting stallion was simply too inescapable.

"About time the two of you were done jerking each other off!" Bucephalus' low voice broke the awkward silence inside the stable.

And it looked like the stallion's brash comment had hit the nail on its head, as Dale looked surprised and the big polar bear next to him nervously cleared his throat.

"Geez Dale! I thought you'd be a little quicker than that. 'Specially with your experience in handling big males." Bucephalus made a belly-slap with his still-erect length and walked off from on top of Atticus.

The white muzzled anthro seemed to find his words and sighed: "You fucking horny bastard! I knew I shouldn't have left you unsupervised." The anthro managed to sound more amused than displeased as he exchanged looks with his prized stallion.

"What were I to do if you caused a severe colon trauma to Atticus. He's not exactly a cheap horse you know?" Dale asked, placing his hands on his hips like a mother scolding her child.

"Please! Your ass if anyone's should know that shouldn't happen." Bucephalus chuckled and walked over to Alex and the collie intern, who had picked up the bucket to cover his nude front. "By all accounts, I did him a favor! He should be worth at least double with that amount of MY cum in his shitter!" The stallion laughed and Dale couldn't help but smile as well.

"Don't you worry! I saved up some jizz for your ass too and you'll for sure be getting it once I fuck Alex first."

The anthro horse's eyes then met with the confused collie's who suddenly looked more panicked than he had been when taking Bucephalus up his ass an hour ago, getting caught in the nude by his boss.

"And you fucked him too?" Dale asked, the jealousy more than apparent in his gruff voice.

"He knew what he was getting into!"

"What the hell am I supposed to tell Donald if he finds out?"

"Tell him his nephew's got one hell of an ass! Actually, bring Donald here. If Overall's here got his slutgenes from his side of the family, I'm sure he can also take me on his first try." Bucephalus laughed while Alex flocked over to the Friesian.

Dale then turned to his polar bear acquaintance, shrugged, and gave the white ursine an 'I told you he was exactly like this'- look. The polar bear chuckled by himself and curiously eyed up Bucephalus and what the stud carried between his legs.

Done with the conversation with his owner, Bucephalus now turned his head to look at the blushing border collie, who flinched as he noticed the feral stud staring at him.

"Your name, squirt?"

"...M-Miles..! S-sir!"

"You did good today, Miles." Bucephalus said with a tone slightly gentler than usual, affectionately bumping his big forehead between the canine's black and white ears.

"Come! You get to sleep in Daddy's pen tonight..." Bucephalus continued, starting to walk deeper inside the stable. "You too Alex!"

The excited gelding and the shy canine followed in the big stallion's hoofsteps as Bucephalus suddenly shouted over his shoulder: "And Dale! Call 'the pup' and tell him to return from his vacation already! His boyfriend is getting restless! Plus I think this newbie could use a coach to help him take my dick better."