A Foalfilling Romp
Commission as a gift for Pandottermon of FA by sluttywoof about male pregnancy with two horses and an otter.
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A Foalfilling Romp
Pan brushed his blonde hair in front of the mirror in the boy's locker room. All that stood between his teammates and an interesting dressing choice was the simple yellow towel around his slender hips which he brought to every practice and swimmeet like a good luck charm. Most of the guys liked his innate sense of style, but somehow, the otter always managed to surprise them with his next surprise of attire.
It was probably a waste to make up his hair if he was just going to jump in a pool and get it all messy again, but there was something to be said of showing off on the way there. Pan was, naturally, an expert on being an exhibitionist tease for all those ambiguously bisexual guys on the team; a few had given him more than looks in the showers, that was certain!
Just for today, he decided to wear a pink thong to swim class. His team and the coach were already used to his quirkiness so he didn't think anyone would be offended by his non-regulation shit. Coach Bolfos had written him up a couple other times for dress code violations before this, but since Pan was Pan and never paid any attention to such discipline measures, the huge muscly horse finally gave up on it.
As the otter came out of the locker room into the pool area, the smell of chlorine came into his nose strongly and for a moment almost convinced him he was in a department store; new clothes and chlorine were very similar smells to him.
Maybe because he either spent all his time swimming or shopping, but he couldn't tell for certain. Pan made his way through a gawking line of other boys; apparently they hadn't seen an otter in panties before.
He swayed his hips and tail to give them an additional show to look at since they were staring at him anyway.
When he came across the coach, he could immediately see that the horse wasn't amused, but had already given up on discipline. What could he do? The otter was the best swimmer on the team. If Mr. Bolfos kicked him off, it would hurt the school and the rest of the team more than the slutty culprit himself.
The muscly Suffolk punch snorted and shrugged. "They should have called you 'Pan Sexual'; you already invite more promiscuity than the most chaste male can deal with." Bolfos rolled his eyes in annoyance and pointed to the empty spot for line up on a practice lap.
Five other guys in black swim trunks or speedos (the school color) were already impatiently waiting for Pan to take his place so the race could begin. "When I called all of you 'ladies' every day, I didn't think one of you would take the title to heart. Anyway, get ready ... Go!"
Because of his wiggly flexible body, Pan whipped himself like a snake right into the water a fair second faster than everyone else and made his first five squirming strokes in the water like a river salamander before the other furs even made one.
He was finished by the time the rest of them were halfway through the course. The rest of them gave him panging looks of jealousy as they got out of the pool and passed by. Pan soaked up the attention like the yellow towel around his neck.
The otter spent several hours after school swimming in the pool for practice - naked. Probably the only time he could do that without someone seeing him get a little naughty. Even a furry school had policies against nudity, but as long as no one saw, it wasn't really a big deal.
When Pan finished the little session of skinny-dipping, the otter noticed he wasn't alone in the locker room. So far he'd been unnoticed as Coach sat on a bench naked and practiced a few strokes of his own that weren't taught in any swimming handbook.
The large steed's cock was almost long enough to self-fellate without discomfort, but Bolfos seemed more content to use his hands on that thick springy girth. The otter crept a little closer to watch.
While it felt kind of disturbing to watch his teacher paw, if he pretended that the horse wasn't part of the faculty, it might be possible to be horny.
Mr. Bolfos paused uncertainly and looked in Pan's direction. The otter held his breath nervously and tried to back away, but bumped into something warm and fuzzy. He looked behind and saw a white shiny unicorn with a gold horn who found the young otter quite entertaining. "How convenient. The foal incubator comes to us," the uni mused with a graceful purr.
Before the young naked male could make any sense of that, the unicorn pushed him into the Suffolk's grasp so the coach could hold him firm while the white mythological equine lowered his head and pointed that noble horn right at his face.
Pan stared at the sharp point in fear as it began to glow bright with flickering tingles of power. Soon the locker room filled with a blinding light emitted by the horn as the unicorn made a soft call into his mind like some telepathic command. One word repeated in the otter's head hundreds of times; each invocation as if a flittering leaf.
The order quickly took and Pan found his eyes getting tired and heavy through hundreds of repeated incantations of "sleep" in the beautiful unicorn's accent. He slumped heavily in his coach's arms right after, the last thing he saw was the glowing horn and the lovely grin of the unicorn.
Pan blinked, stirring and glancing around a room he didn't recognize. It wasn't somewhere in the school or his house. This room was painted pink and the walls were covered in large posters of cartoon ponies from a famous TV show the girls watched and talked about frequently.
When next he turned his head to an open doorway, a male unicorn came clopping in on a hushing shaggy carpet while wearing the otter's thong. It didn't seem that one size fits all was meant for stocky equine bodies since the panty only covered the white male's huge testicles (just barely) while leaving a sheathe copiously dripping of pre and the tip of the glans peeking out like a mole to announce the girly stallion's true intentions.
A sissy or not, equines of that size always ended up mounting something and it wasn't difficult to guess who that would be, either. Pan made a shy squeak and tossed back the covers of a bed he had been laid in, zipping off like a stubborn eel for safety.
The otter dodged around the unicorn easily enough, but Coach Bolfos was ready for him as soon as he got into the hallway. He found himself grabbed around the middle and squirming for release as those powerful forearms wrapped around him.
"You got to be more careful in watching him, Junie. Can't have our surrogate mare getting away before giving our present." The stallion offered with a chuckle as the unicorn sauntered up gracefully; white curtain of tail flapping like an ivory breeze given visibility.
"Quite right, Lovestallion, but this is a slippery little slut indeed!" Junie gave the hulky orange-brown horse a coy wink and landed an affectionate but brief peck on the Suffloks wide cheekbone before flicking Pan playfully on his nose with one of those pink nail-painted fingers.
A great overpowering smell of horse sweat and cinnamon surrounded him. Pan could feel an enormous draft sheathe resting idly at his buttocks like a chopping wedge. He blushed, naked in the presence of the two nude gay horses. While not erect or horny, that could change rather quickly.
The unicorn was the first to make a move by boredly playing with the otter's fuzz-covered sheathe and two balls before wandering the curious white paw lower to feel up the small male's tailhole. He squirmed nervously, lifting his tail in the way to deny access. Bolfos quickly offered assistance by hugging Pan's knees close to his own chest to make his tight anus as accessible as possible.
Junie giggled and smiled, tossing his head in a vain peacock manner while grinning. The unicorn restrained the otter male's tail with one hand while reaching the other closer in to test the mammal boi's quivering hole with various prodding fingers, slowly working four knuckles in Pan's tight hole to gauge how stretchy he was.
The white equine wiggled his three middle fingers around inside like tentacles while using his thumb and pinkie to spread those brown squishy buttocks farther apart. "I rather love this one. You made a fine choice when you said to grab this otter!" Junie snickered out, pressing his fingers against Pan's prostate while jacking the otter off a little.
The otter's quivering ass clamped harshly on the fingers as the unicorn pumped on his hardened seashell cone. Finally, one too many of those pleasant sexy sensations did it and he erupted all over the equine's face. He watched as Junie smirked and licked the cum off his lips and fingers.
"Splendid!" Adequate sample acquired. Now I can change his body chemistry to bear our child!" The unicorn ran a finger on his long glorious horn and had a light blob clinging to the end of his digit somewhat like a booger.
Pan watched helplessly as the unicorn took his magical glowing finger and stuck it in his butt like a small dildo. He could feel as the glow or something else squirmed around in his bowels like a dull scraping hook that brought about nasty bouts of rebounding nausea. When it finished, there was a faint warm sensation in his belly like cooked food he'd eaten except that it continued to linger for much longer.
Once he removed his fingers, the unicorn patted Pan on his cheek in a friendly condescending way. "The fertility ritual has worked. We are ready to begin when you want, love. Just make sure you do the deed in the next twenty-four hours or your seed won't take. I've already given my egg - it's waiting."
Pan looked down at his belly in surprise. An egg? He had a unicorn egg in his body?! As he thrashed in the coach's muscular arms to get away, both horses only smiled at him in mild amusement. "What are you doing to me?!" the small water-loving critter squeaked out. There wasn't any reply as Bolfos and Junie took him back into the girly-decorated bedroom and locked the door behind them.
Once he was let back down on the floor, the otter made a frantic look around the room thinking there might be some means of escape or defense he'd overlooked. Instead, a padded exercise bench in the corner stood out of place in the unicorn's bedroom. Junie didn't look like one who was particularly interested in fitness and Bolfos confirmed that fact by pulling a roll of duct tape out from under the bed.
Pan backed away from the giant draft and was caught by the unicorn without a problem, the pretty horse pushing him at the exercise bench in such a way that the otter tripped and fell. The otter wobbled for balance in a comical way until he fell across the smooth leather surface in the perfect position for his coach to get busy with that tape.
Junie helpfully held Pan down, sitting on his back and rubbing those warm cozy buttocks into his spine like a massage, teasing cheeks idly spreading male body heat and musk into the otter's oily waterproof fur.
He squeaked out in unintelligible little peeps of protest as Bolfos noisily ripped long pieces of silver-grey tape off the thick heavy roll, using them to secure each of the otter male's wrists or ankles to one of four heavy round dumbbells.
As a final act, the dom beast gave Pan a shiny belt of duct tape to keep his belly fur against the padding. When he thought they were done humiliating him, the unicorn locked a pink collar around his neck and used his stretchy panties as rope to tie his long tail to the collar to get it out of the way.
Pan tested all his bonds and found that he couldn't even protect his sensitive seashore cave from the occasional chilly gust of air. It was only when a fly landed on his anus and crawled around that the otter understood how helpless and immobile he was, unable to move enough to even scare the bothersome tickly bastard away.
Junie swatted at it, giggling with amusement as the bug flew off somewhere else in the room. "Well, love, it seems even insects have the right idea!" the unicorn teased, getting down on his knees to lewdly french-kiss that hole using his delicate talented lips and tongue.
The perverted invasion absolutely drove Pan wild in a surprised fit of ecstasy. "Stop doing things to mah booty!" The otter followed that with a loud sharply trilling meep of protest before Bolfos took a ballgag out of a nearby dresser drawer, rubbed it all over his musky potent crotch and growing horsecock, and pinched the otter slut's nose closed until Pan was forced to open his mouth or suffocate.
The otter tried to shake his muzzle free of the assertive stallion's hold, but it wasn't any use; the large golden-brown male with the muscular pretty ass doggedly held on until the squirmy otter was forced to do the horse's bidding; a rubber ball covered in equine ball sweat and pre now locked securely in his mouth to keep the otter from bitching further.
While his tongue was filled with the inescapable smells of stinky, kinky gay horse, his sinewy muscled swimmer body was put through the rigors of a musky unicorn tongue. His squeals of pleasure and denial came out in muffled dull noises as spittle formed on his wide open lips like slimy icicles.
Satisfied Pan was silenced, Bolfos pulled the drawer back open again as an afterthought to look through some strange unnamed toys and bondage gear. The bound male looked on nervously, eyes wide open in shock as the draft with the pretty round butt made a loud clattering commotion in his 'toy chest' and came out holding an inflatable horse dildo with two tubes sticking out of the bottom.
One was for air and the other lead to an artificial urethra on the toy that squirted lube or whatever other nasty stuff two perverted horses could concoct. More than likely their own piss or cum if the shy young otter boy could guess.
Bolfos pumped it up from an inch wide and two feet long to six inches wide and five feet long; a real nasty monster cock that could get an ass ready for a shire stallion's penis, or completely ruin his rear if Bolfos weren't careful with his horse phallus from the depths of hell.
The coach handed it off to Junie, who had an amused epiphany over the whole scary insane length of the fully inflated dong. Satisfied the expander toy was in good hands, Bolfos went back through his toy box and pulled out a container which was far more curious.
Pan widened his eyes, unable to understand the dildo or even why two gay stallions would own it. The new toy was a pink bull cock as long as sixteen centimeters or so and ended on one end with a lube-dripping tip like a sharp needle while the other end had a huge pair of baseball sized testes hollowly molded into the silicone scrotum like storage containers.
Bolfos gave each separate nut chamber a squeeze to display its full kinky functionality for the otter. One testicle pump made the bull dildo shoot a clear viscous pre-looking lubricant while the right made it ooze with a thick milky mess of fake male cum.
It was probably one of the kinkiest sex toys he'd ever seen, and Pan had surfed the Internet for homosexual gear since his cock sprang to life like Frankenstein's creation in puberty and made him obey the hormonal crotch monster's lust for male anatomy.
His tight hole puckered and squirmed practically like it was alive, knowing what to expect from a deep narrow penetrating syringe of bovine spear. The stud chuckled in a deep sultry way, an overly masculine master's tone, as he put the thin tip of the fake dong to Pan's naked air-ravaged buttocks to drool cold lukewarm pre juice all over his round fluffy cheeks and winking sea star.
Then, an eternal moment of sensual bliss while the cock dribbled a never-ending trail of clear lube in his tight tunnel, so that the following unlubricated inches of the toy could penetrate farther up his slutty brown bottom. Pan was tempted to clamp his rump cheek closed to stop the dildo from progressing any further into his booty, but the pleasure it gave off as it easily slid inside like a wasp stinger was too great to even want to resist.
As soon as he felt the toy hilt him and brush its full heavy balls against his own, Pan's small helpless booty knew to brace for impact as he forced his anal muscles and rectum to loosen with the least resistance possible. His total and "otter" submission was met by a quick flurry of deft pointy stabs into his ass by the harsh thrusting of a 'Slim Jim' into a cow's tight narrow confining love nest.
Pan whimpered and held onto the restraining barbells for dear life as the thin cock bred his ass and made copious deposits of pre as it scraped around inside him. Only when both horses agreed that he had enough of the beef jerking, did they cease the hammering of the fat animated bovine nuts into his sore aching bag of pearls.
In an act of sexual dominance, the spear of minotaur slammed home deeply into his bowels one final time before Bolfos squeezed hard on the full right mountain oyster and dumped a full ten ounce load of stringy fake bull milk into his sore stretched ass. The toy was drawn back delicately, but still erupted with a small spray of white creamy lube which Pan could feel oozing out of his aching anus and onto his throbbing excited coin purse like a sticky lukewarm drizzle of rain.
He panted hard, each tiny furtive movement of his skinny twink body causing his gaping bum to leak a few large white slick droplets at a time. Bolfos dropped the bull dildo to the bed, scrotum pitifully deflated like an airless balloon, before pointing the unflared head of Super Thor at Pan's twitching nervous butthole. The otter's cock grew almost painfully hard to the forced anal insertion, the butt full of lube, and the anticipation of an even bigger dick to widen his stubborn beach cove.
While Bolfos held the big stallion steady, Junie screwed a big wide red funnel to the end of the horse toy's flexible transparent cum tube, giving him a clear indication of what the two equine males' might do to him once the silicone plaything was inflated and then lodged in his butt like a mottled black-and-pink cork.
Unlike the bull, this was a rubber sheathed penis with a hard plastic core to keep the inner tubing from getting bent up and blocked by twists. He couldn't look behind at it, but his ass had an amazing talent for feeling details considering all the whacky things he pushed up there at one time or another.
In its long slender form, the draft stallion's efforts to push it in made the whole ordeal fluid like a gentle tide coming into his harbor. The rubber torpedo came under his dock and dove deep inside him.
Pan felt a few nudges at his ass at first, but the slip n' slide of anal play quickly degraded into a turkey stuffing fantasy when his muscular kinky swim coach pushed this rigid horse tentacle down into the otter's hot oiled bottom with sloppy loud pops of air like wet dirty sex farts.
He immediately found himself trying to wiggle down its hardness as the sleek pretty equines fed every squeaky sloppy inch up his butt ever slowly like it was the real thing and the otter were a virgin. In this case it was probably true; Pan had some experience playing otter in the middle, but that game had given him a miniature horse to play with and he sucked that bad boy down to get a taste for some warm horsey loads; anally, he had taken no size of equine whatsoever.
This would prove an interesting experience. The bull tickled him to the edge; when the pony hilted him, the otter gasped like a fish out of water. There would be no stopping that wave of power once the entire thing filled up his butt far more than he could imagine.
Canine knots were tapered and only thick at the anus. An actual uniformly girthy member from beginning to end made his ass feel like it had been appropriately stretched in all weird directions like a balloon. Pan gave a muffled exclamation of pleasure as his cock spurted on the workout bench, tailhole seizing the toy in a slutty, immovable death grip of his spongy warm flesh.
His ass tightened with such power that he briefly wondered if his snug insides may keep that toy from inflating itself once Bolfos had the squeeze bulb in his hand and begun to blow the toy up like one of those blood pressure testing cuffs.
A weird feeling came over his anus as he felt the flesh widen and separate a millimeter at a time with every slow pump of the black whistling inflator handle. It squeaked with sharp intakes of air while the inner cavity of the dildo made a dull hiss sound as air gusted around continuously trying to make space.
It was a kindness they took their time. Already he found himself at the three-inch-wide margin; anything larger would have to creep in him or risk pain and tearing him up. Numerous other size queen furs had trouble with this, but only because their libido was faster than their bodies' ability to cope with excessive stress.
He felt this rubber thing grow far larger and actually flare inside his body. Soon, the five-foot length and five-inch girth were pushing his insides further apart. Now Pan could say what it felt like to be a balloon.
Drool escaped his lips in a numb look of ecstasy as every inch was ever slowly pulled from his gaping butt and scraped against his prostate most cruelly, forcing him to cum all over again and soak his belly fur in his own male juices. Pan gave a pathetic whine of regret as the last inch vacated his cavernous anus with a slurp and let the air inside.
Immediately, he found himself shivering a little whenever the movements of his body sucked air into his flaccid, loose asshole. Both horses snickered, prodding his butthole with large fingers in curiosity. It was evident they'd never seen such a small hole change so drastically.
Unable to do anything else, he mewled shyly as thick fingertips traced his opened donut in a stirring motion, the stallions enjoying how his sphincter muscle felt against sensitive hooved probes. Pan tried to tighten or clench his hole but it was a wasted effort. Whatever they had done to him, it would last for hours. Meantime, Bolfos had made the entrance he wanted, his cock hard as a thick tree branch.
Even staring at that monster fucker from the side of his peripheral vision gave the otter some scary imagery. Still, a temptation lingered within for him to attempt it. More than likely, it would turn out to be the best Pan ever had. Bolfos's cock drooled an ever-steady stream of pre from the raised glans like it were sweating. If two gay horses were curious of the state of his ass, the otter could say he was curious of having a draft IN his ass.
The otter gave out a loud surprised squeak into his gag like a mouse as firm, oddly paternal hands gripped his hips and middle in a comforting way, cold fingertips making his exposed fur shiver. Bolfos licked his lips, quite satisfied with the situation as he gave Pan a friendly pat on the head like a dog.
His thick bulging muscular hips and rigid belly were held a few feet away in a sort of wide bending stance to make room for the huge floppy horse cock between his legs which bounced around like a rubber ball and otherwise appeared to have a mind of its own.
The sound of the shifting hooves on the floor, while muted considerably by the carpet, still conveyed a great deal of the powerful horse's bulky presence. Pan heard as Bolfos scraped his wide large feet around, trying to get into a comfortable position for what would follow.
The waiting was strange; while he was afraid of the mass that would pop inside, there was also a curious perversity to it more than anything. A pleasant blush came across his cheeks when the otter finally accepted what would soon happen to him. His anus winked like an eye, inviting the horse to convey himself verily on.
Junie sauntered around like an arrogant cat, taking a good view all around and quite enjoying himself. "Hehe. Prepare to feel VERY good, little otter slut." The unicorn purred, laying his floppy long pink cock on Pan's head like a dribbling hat.
The first thing Pan felt was a wide blunt tip pushing idly at his hole. Compared to other parts of the stallion, this organ was far hotter than the rest and even made the otter sweat. Even with the slight point on the tip and all that stretching the doms had done on him, Pan didn't see how something so thick could get inside him.
On the tail end of that thought, the otter found himself gasping, nearly breathless as the oiled breeding tool popped inside him like a sudden punch. Bolfos managed to pull back on most of the force, but there was enough to scrape Pan's insides like a squeegee and make the otter wince with pain.
His anus was starting to burn and tickle a little bit from the four-inch-stretch widening that the Suffolk's mare toy had given him. Such a large thing sliding gently around in his ass felt like he'd been impaled by a god amongst males; the sudden head-rush of blood being pushed out of his rectal cushions into his brain nearly made him delirious.
On occasion, his slutty internal muscles would squeeze on the draft pole sliding ever gently in his body. Apparently when Bolfos felt those tugs, he took it as an omen to continue his work. Pan was drooling like an excited bitch as he felt the cock slowly slither its way deeper inside his body. The stallion had it at a downward angle so every slick sliding inch was forced against the otter's prostate and made him cum uncontrollably like a whore.
In the throes of his orgasm, his ass grasped harshly; almost a discomfort around that equine length in an anal hug of playfulness. Bolfos snorted, surprised but still enjoying the sensation on his member. Only when the otter's climax subsided did the horse continue to feed his more than ample rod into Pan's hungry widened hole, further making himself home in the otter boy's nearly endless tract of colon.
Not that he could feel what went on so deeply inside him, but the excessively fist-sized mass in his body was more than humbling; there wasn't any doubt who was in control and owned him - not anymore. Every bit of that pulsing male organ scorched inside him, very much feeling like some orgasmic branding iron of passion. Pan felt the rapid beat of the draft's heart through his massive engorged cock, and that too amused him.
Once Bolfos hilted himself and made everything all cozy in the virgin grip of Pan's butt, it was time for the real fun to commence. The Suffolk pulled his cock out in under a minute; quite fast compared to the gradual eternity of hiding the stallion sausage up there in the first place.
Pan gasped into his gag with a loud exhalation when he was empty again. The feeling didn't last, though. Junie rubbed a white powder all over Bolfos's mighty black spire and then got it wet with a nearby large syringe of lube. After every inch of the sex snake had been slathered up in an oily sheen, the coach grinned and pointed it at Pan's ass for the second time that night, sliding the boa monster in up to the hilt in one violent thrust up to the stallion's excited shivering cantaloupe-sized orbs.
Thanks to all the lube and preparation that had gone into making this moment safe, Pan had a wonderful time of it as though he were riding an invigorating new carnival ride. Bolfos drew back his stocky hips and withdrew his cock before pounding it into Pan's juicy sponge-like ass once again.
The otter wiggled his rump and squealed through his gag for the sexy primal beast to get a little rougher. The draft grinned, more than eager to oblige as he gripped Pan's buttocks in large hands to spread them wider apart. What treatment followed blew the otter's mind.
This whirlwind of punishing horsecock in his rear went far beyond simple orgasmic bliss. Every pump of those thighs and each push or suck of the cock in his vacuum-like tight tush spanked Pan's prostate like it had been bad, making him moan and drool for more. The otter gripped the dumbbells he had been tied to as some kind of mercy to withstand this new world of lust. If this is how mares and gay stallions felt when taking a dick from a draft dom, clearly Pan had been missing out.
An intense warmth spread through his insides from all the heat of Bolfos's dick combined with the friction of sex. Both horses were amused by the otter's attempt to hold on for dear life as the draft's plowing made the small fur and workout bench shake like they were in the middle of an earthquake.
Admittedly, Pan had dreamed of taking an elephant, but if it was anything like this, he'd have to reconsider and be happy with horses. Already, he had been on the edge of cumming endless times but the pleasure and pain of the pounding had kept him hard and horny without any chance of relief in sight!
The rocking in his body was almost unbearable. Despite the copious supply of lube inside him and on the hard fleshy organ, it still felt like the Suffolk was trying to rip out his intestines from behind with every certain tug.
Bolfos's rubbery bouncing cock spread his whole expanded tunnel until it fit the large tool like a glove for a machine piston even while the stud continued his cruel series of fucking. Pan bounced forward with every rapid shove of eager horsemeat, his small body trembling from the raw show of power.
The draft slapped Pan's buttocks in alternating pops of his hands while his balls smacked wetly into the otter fur's slippery fat buns and little sex pearls. Though muffled, the small slutty male was still able to scream loudly into his gag, a single barely discerning phrase repeated over and over in horny jubilation: 'Fuck me, daddy!'
Junie giggled, bringing a riding crop to bear on his husband. The unicorn spanked his Suffolk mate's ass repeatedly with it in order to encourage the horny fuckbeast to fill the naughty otterbutt with a fresh blast of cum.
Pan could only blink at the level of such kinky savagery. Apparently both equines did not keep their games reserved to little gay otter slaves. Bolfos somehow managed to increase his hammering and finally sank his hot meat all the way into Pan and gave a great whinny.
The otter's eyes widened as the hot load of horse spunk filled up his bowels like an extreme enema, making his belly bloat up like a watermelon while cum squirted out between the draft's cock and Pan's wiggly ticklish pulsing anus like spraying creamy toothpaste.
Once the horses were satisfied that the work had been completed, Junie shoved a large locking buttplug into Pan's oozing stretched hole, ensuring that all the stud milk would stay inside for the night.
For once, Pan didn't care. With all the things he had been put through, all he had on his mind was sleep, and in fact he did just that, sleeping in his bonds to the amusement of his captors.
The next morning, he awoke and noticed his anus had been unlocked. A good thing since he had been leaking out stale cum all night into this lovely pink bed that had been lent to him. Pan easily crawled from the sticky covers still smelling of the raunchy horse sex fluids and noticed a bucket nearby that had been seemingly left for his benefit. They were also nice enough to redress him back in his panties, but after all the abuse they had suffered, the elastic was a little torn.
The otter made as if to squat over it, holding the thong string to the side, and drained the rest of the cum from his butt. Surprisingly, his belly was still round and portly as though he were fat. As he reached up a clawed paw to feel his jutting navel and the odd corner poking out a few inches above, he felt something weird and unexpected hit his hand from inside his body. "The fuck?"
He quickly remembered what the unicorn had done to him last night. That was no random magic trick; Pan had been made fertile and then impregnated. In other circumstances, he would have felt like this was a rape or violation of his body and personal choice.
Instead, he decided that this experience was more akin to an honour. Two sexy gay equines had chosen him to bear their child. Curiosity overcame him as to what birthing the whelp might be like.
As Pan continued to rub his belly, he heard the lawnmower running outside and had an ever-absurd craving. This new life in him was hungry; it wanted Pan to eat some of that freshly cut grass. The otter found his mouth salivating with that strange hunger as his morning boner bounced around in the air through his pink thong like a large pointing finger.
It was gracious of Junie to relinquish his silky pink bed, but at the rate the gestation was going, it was more than likely to be a temporary occurance. Pan found himself making the bed anew with some inscrutable pride. When the task was finished, he came to the door and knocked on it as it had been locked.
Junie came and answered it promptly; as though the unicorn had put his whole life on hold in expectation for that exact moment. "Um. . .haiiiis?" The unicorn purred out in that smooth seductive voice which was high-pitched and squeaky like a womans'.
Pan giggled, the hormones from the baby making him more giddy and happy than normal. "I ish hungry. Can I has?" The otter snickered, blushing and hiding shy eyes behind eyelashes.
"Have what?" The unicorn raised an eyebrow, a sweet musk coming out of his pink sheathe smelling vaguely of cinnamon flavored pre. Junie sighed and smiled, a white fluffy hand on his wide muscular hip as he gave the otter's tummy some inspection.
The otter nudged his head in the direction of the buzzing lawnmower as it worked outside. "Grass?" He enquired, visibly drooling as the smell of fresh lawn clippings came into his nose. It seemed an amusement to the mythological equine as the otter sighed pleasantly to the odour as though it were fresh bread baking in the oven.