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~To Lose a Bet~

"Man, I can't believe you thought Furrstead would beat us last night," Holt said, stretching back into his couch. The chiseled mustang happily bit a chunk out of an apple as his red sergal friend entered the house with a frustrated grimace. The flashing lights from late night television scattered pale colors over the room. "Oh well. A bet is a bet!"

"Anthrobury used to be so good, though," groaned the sergal. He hung his jacket up, adjusted his polo shirt, dragged himself to a recliner that faced the couch and collapsed into it, dropping a small paper bag at his feet.

"My dear Skylar," the horse said, shaking his head, "Anthrobury hasn't been good since we graduated. We were the only thing keeping the team together."

The sergal twirled a few strands of his mane between his fingers. "So," he said, "we really have to go through with this? I mean, I could just do the stuff you want me to do and it'd be no different."

Holt rolled his eyes. "I've asked you to do the dishes like sixteen times this month and had to do them myself. What's gonna make today any different?"

"I dunno. I guess you're right," Skylar said. They both looked to the paper bag.

"Is that it?" Holt asked.

"Yeah. There's a bit I have to explain before we activate it."

"What's there to explain?" asked the horse, skillfully tossing the core of the finished apple into a distant trash bin. "I take control of your mind. You do the things I tell you to do around the house. End of story, right?"

The sergal scratched his chin. "Well, first of all, I don't want you ordering me to do anything that'd get myself injured. If I wake up hanging from a skyscraper or tied to a wheel of death surrounded by daggers, I'm not gonna be happy."

"Oh, come on," neighed the horse, "you know me better than that. I just want to make you feel useful for once. And, you lost the bet fair and square."

Skylar leaned forward, reaching into the bag. "It was expensive, man. I'm more upset about that than being hypnotized."

"So, where'll you be while I control you?" Holt asked.

"You mean, like, my consciousness? Valari said that in my mind I'll be relaxing in a jacuzzi while I have a smoke. I've never smoked, but I think I get what she means." He withdrew his hand from the bag, producing a weathered golden coin that was tied to a black string so that it could be worn as a necklace.

"Well," started Holt, raising his eyebrows and placing his hands in his knees, "I just have to put it on and you'll be under my spell, huh?"

"Not quite. I'll be the one wearing it. The necklace is cursed so that the wearer is under the spell for the duration. Once activated, it should last for about an hour, unless..."

The sergal trailed off for a moment as he remembered what the old vulture had told him when he was at her shop. Valari said the curse might lift early should the victim be put under too much stress. Skylar realized now that this wasn't something he wanted Holt to know, just in case he tried pushing him too far.

"Unless what?" asked Holt, wiping his mouth with the front of his t-shirt.

"Unless... Unless we use it after tonight," Skylar lied.

"Well, we want to use it tonight anyway," Holt said. "Put it on and let's get this thing working."

"It's almost eleven o'clock," Skylar said, observing a cuckoo clock that hung by the front door. How about we give it a couple minutes so you know exactly how much time is left?"

The horse nodded, and Skylar put the necklace over his pointed snout and around his neck. "You know, Holt, under this spell, you could really get me to do anything you wanted around here. I mean... really anything," the sergal said with a smile, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah man, that's the point," the horse cluelessly replied. The two of them sat quietly with only the occasional canned laughter from the television breaking the silence.

"Cuckoo!" went the clock eleven times over. The sergal looked up at his friend with a wink and tapped the coin twice with a finger. His eyes glossed over and his head slightly drooped.

"So, uh... How do I tell if it worked?" Holt asked.

No response.

"Stand up," Holt said, and Skylar was at his feet in an instant.

"Okay, well... That still doesn't prove it worked. You could just me humoring me. How about... Pat your head and rub your belly!"

The sergal again did as commanded, patting his furry head and rubbing the lower front of his shirt, exhibiting great skill with the trick.

"Ha! It is working! Skylar could never do that before! Alright," he said, menacingly twiddling his fingers. "Slave, I order you to... wash the dishes!"

Without the slightest hint of objection, the sergal made his way, almost zombie-like, to the kitchen where dishes could be heard clanging about.

"Bring me a beer when you're done!" shouted Holt, returning to his late night show. It wasn't long at all before the kitchen quieted and Skylar returned, beer bottle in hand, holding it out for Holt to take.

"No bottle opener?" asked the horse. "Man, you really are mindless. Go get a bottle opener from the middle drawer." He took the beer and waited for his thoughtless friend's return. As he heard the familiar sound of the kitchen drawer shut, a loud tearing noise followed it as Skylar made his way back.

"The hell was that noise?" Holt asked, but when he saw his friend, he immediately knew the answer. That kitchen drawer, as old and jammed as it usually was, had been prone to snagging a shirt. Tonight, it had snagged Skylar's shorts, ripping them clean off. He stood before the dark horse, can opener waiting to be taken, in nothing but his boxers and polo shirt.

"Ha ha!" Holt laughed. "Can't even fix your shorts getting caught on something. Wow."

The horse then noticed something else. Skylar was packing heat in those boxers.

"Hey, um... Skylar," the horse said, looking his friend up and down. "Why don't you take off all of your clothes and sweep the kitchen for me."

The sergal lifted his shirt over his head and shamelessly slid his underwear to the floor. He reached for the amulet.

"No! Not that!" Holt interrupted. "Leave that on."

Skylar released the necklace, turned around and returned to the kitchen for the broom, all the while his cock swinging freely about.

Holt blushed and followed him to the edge of the kitchen to watch the sergal sweep every bit of the kitchen floor with wondrous efficiency. Skylar didn't miss a single speck of loose fur or dust hiding within every nook and cranny.

The horse realized now that he should have asked if Skylar would have any recollection of the events during the hypnosis. It was a little too late for that. He withdrew his own hardening member from his gym shorts and began kneading it as the nude sergal bent over to sweep various regions of the room.

"Don't forget underneath the stove," Holt said.

The sergal dropped to his hands and knees and brushed out the deepest pits of whatever horrors might have been beneath the ancient kitchen stove. Holt wondered if he'd ever cleaned it himself since he'd bought the house. The desire to fuck him on the kitchen floor drove him mad as the gentle sounds of his dripping pre-cum hit the floor.

"Alright, alright," Holt said, attempting to restrain himself for the time. "Go to the bathroom. Clean the mirror or something."

The sergal stood and was silently off on his way.

"I'm starting to miss all the complaining," Holt chuckled, returning his cock to his shorts. "Things around the house would run smoothly if I weren't the only one cleaning."

Holt crept up to the bathroom and peaked around the door to see Skylar leaning across the sink to wipe down the toothpaste-splattered mirror.

"Hey, Skylar," Holt asked, "you wouldn't mind if, say, I did something like, I dunno... had you suck my cock, would you? You are always joking about wanting to, after all."

No response. The lean sergal no longer had any opinions or thoughts of his own. He finished cleaning the mirror and stood ready for his next orders.

"Suck my dick, Skylar," Holt said.

The sergal dropped to his knees and lowered Holt's shorts. His erection sprung out, slapping Skylar's muzzle. The horse felt a mouth immediately wrap itself around him. Skylar bobbed his head, slurping and massaging his cock. Holt felt his tongue dance beneath his shaft with such grace that he couldn't figure out if the trance was giving him amazing skill or if the spell had broken and the exotic sergal was getting creative all on his own. Whatever the case, the horse wouldn't last long. Skylar took the entire cock down his throat every gulp.

"Really nice that you... ohh... finally... have some use around here," Holt moaned, running his hand across the sergal's fluffy head. It was too good. He felt an abrupt orgasm shoot hot cum down the sergal's maw. "Oh fuck, swallow my load, Skylar!"

Skylar again did as commanded, swallowing up the majority of his friend's seed.

Holt gasped as he withdrew himself from the sergal's mouth. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper and dried himself off while checking the time on his phone. The glorious spell was only halfway through.

"Well, I've got plenty of time. Might as well make it worthwhile. Why don't you go fetch yourself a toy to play with," Holt commanded. Skylar looked up at him, cum dripping down his chin, eyes blank. "Go get what's under my bed for us and wait for me by the couch." Holt headed to the living room, returning his softening cock behind his shorts.

The mindless sergal made haste, leaving the bathroom and walking down the hall to Holt's room. He arrived moments later next to Holt, holding before them a shoebox. Holt removed the lid to reveal a large tube of lubricant and a pink and purple, foot long fleshlight.

The two stood facing each other as Holt squeezed a large dollop from the tube into his hand. He massaged the lube across Skylar's cock, sculpting it into an impressively erect monument. "That seems about hard enough," the horse said with a smile. He took a seat on the recliner, wondering if he'd be able to get his mind-slave to cum without the proper tools. "I guess if I can get you that hard, there's a lot of use I could get out of you. Oh, um, make yourself comfortable," he said, gesturing to the couch.

Skylar sat as commanded, his erection standing tall.

"I think you know how to use one of those," Holt said.

Skylar blinked emptily.

"Put you cock inside that toy and fuck it! And don't cum until I say you can."

Without a word, the sergal stuffed his erection into the fleshlight, slowly pumping away at his cock. Skylar's blank eyes reflected the flashing television as his master casually rubbed himself.

Off in his own little fictitious world, Skylar floated comfortably atop an endless, steaming hot tub. "This curse ain't so bad," he said to no one in particular, taking a drag from a cigarette, staring into the vast gray emptiness above him. "I dunno if real cigarettes taste like this, but I'm getting some kind of high from it. I feel it in all the right places." The sergal looked down at where he felt it and saw he was sporting a rock-hard erection. "Oh boy. Hope that's not showing up in the real world. That could be embarrassing. Might help though if Holt has me doing the laundry. I'll have a place to hang everything!"

The sergal laughed as jet bubbles tickled his back. "Or, ya know... maybe he'd get some good ideas out of it. I haven't had a good lay in a while. That stubborn horse doesn't realize that the bet was a win-win for me no matter who ended up wearing the amulet. Oh well."

He took another drag from his imaginary cigarette.

Back in the living room, the toy show was doing a lot for the horse. He felt himself harden again as he sank into the recliner. The sanguine sergal showed no signs of ceasing the assault he made on his own cock as his vacant expression ever persisted.

"That's enough of that," Holt ordered. The sergal stopped, fleshlight brimming with cock. Seeing Skylar sitting across from himself jogged the horse's memory. "What was it you said about the spell?" he asked, running his fingers through his own mane. "Something last-minute about the amulet. Tell me what you said! I command you!"

Skylar, still cold and monotonous, replied "...Under this spell, you could really get me to do anything..."

The horse rolled his eyes. "Were you planning this all along? Damnit, Skylar. You always get your way. But I won't have you find out what happened here even if this was what you wanted. I've still got fifteen minutes. Kneel against the couch. Hands on the back of it."

He took hold of the sergal's slender tail. Succumbing to his deepest desires the horse stuffed his pulsating cock into his friend's ass. It felt incredible to fuck him without Skylar's wit there to enjoy it.

Unbeknownst to Holt, the glossy expression that Skylar held since the amulet had taken effect began to fade. The sergal blinked rapidly, waking from his meditative state of peace, finding himself being fucked against the couch. If he hadn't been so magically relaxed it might have been shocking, but he managed to comprehend what was going on and not break his hypnotized character.

He noticed the fleshlight lying on the couch, as his own massive erection swayed helplessly for a moment until Holt's right hand crept around his waist to tug on it. He definitely hadn't expected Holt to go all the way with the spell. The sergal subtly checked the clock's time. Ten minutes to midnight. For him to leave the trance so early, Holt must have really been giving him a rough time. And what was that familiar leftover taste? Looks like the horse had more than enough plans for tonight.

Skylar gripped the back of the couch. He couldn't remember anything since going under. He wanted so badly to tell the horse to go harder, that he could take it faster, but couldn't risk Holt getting cold feet if he broke character.

"Tell me you love my cock," Holt whispered to him.

"I-oh, I love y-your cock," Skylar stuttered, and he wasn't lying. The horse's penis truly felt amazing as it stretched him out, bounding against his prostate. He felt the fingers of Holt's free hand in his mane as they gripped a handful of hair. His eyes rolled back in euphoria. Clearly better than a jacuzzi and a smoke.

"Again!" Holt told him.

"I love your cock... I _really_love it," Skylar repeated.

Holt abruptly slid the sergal from the couch and onto a nearby rug. "Jerk yourself off," he ordered. The horse held him at his hips, waiting for him to do so. Skylar began eagerly stroking himself.

Holt pinned the permissive sergal to the floor, rutting his tightly clenched asshole, all the while wondering if his friend would be able to take his rigid cock like this if not for the spell. There were only five precious minutes left. It wouldn't give him nearly enough time to dress the two of them, let alone for Skylar's supple ass to recover from how sore it must be getting.

Skylar grunted into the rug, hoping his tiny cries of pleasure would be mistaken for something less sexual. He beat his cock as best he could from his awkward position, ready to burst. One, two, three more hits against his prostate provoked an orgasm that sent him into helpless convulsions, dribbling cum across his stomach and into a small pool beneath the two of them.

The horse hadn't noticed his partner's climax. He was much too focused on his own now that time was of the essence.

"Get me to cum!" he ordered his pet. "Make me cum! Take my cock and make me cum!" His face was hot with concentration as he finally emptied himself into the sergal's rump. He savored the orgasm for as long as possible, pulling out only when they were both entirely motionless against the couch.

The horse sat down on a cushion while the sergal fully collapsed to the floor. Only one minute of the spell remained and then he'd have some explaining to do. Both of them were breathing heavily. The horse almost gave up his outlandish idea to dress them both before the hypnotism ended. Maybe he could blame it on the amulet being a dud or accuse the sergal of buying the wrong kind. This newfound hope encouraged him back to his feet. All he had to do was make himself look less involved with Skylar's sore ass and play dumb.

"I gotta clean this up and fast," Holt sighed.

"I'll give you a hand," Skylar said with a smirk.

"Cuckoo!" began the clock.