Staying the Night for Observation
Light began to filter through my eyes as I slowly awoke from my deep slumber. I struggled to adjust from the shinning florescent lights that shown down from the ceiling. Working hard to focus on my surroundings after wiping away the they goo from my eyelids I realized I was not in my own home, rather I found myself in a small hospital bed.
I searched around the room looking at the different medical instruments hoping to find any clues that could help jog my memory. Looking down at my arm a cuff was tightly wrapped around my forearm, which was attached to another machine. I recognized it as a blood pressure cuff, similar to the one my family doctor used during a recent physical examination. I also noticed a needle with a tube was inserted in my skin just above my wrist. I remembered it was called an IV, which brought fluids to one's body.
It was difficult to focus as my body was completely wracked with pain all over. My head pounded something fierce, this had to be one of the worst headaches I have ever experienced. I maneuvered my other paw that was free of any medical devices and felt my forehead, which was wrapped with a bandage. Even in my groggy state, I could feel that one spot of the bandage was particularly damp but somehow did not feel like it was wet from water. Retracting my paw from my head, I starred at my fingers that were now covered with some red, viscous liquid on them. Immediately I realized that was blood. Turning my paw around I was drawn to the cuts and bruises that appeared near the knuckles.
Releasing a reluctant sigh, I began to remember the scrap from last night. Some punk attacked me after I left the local convenience story a few blocks from my house. The entire encounter was a fuzzy blur in my mind but I was sure it was some kid from the STR gang that roamed the streets around town. I was not even sure what the fuck STR stood for but it was well known that this gang was ruthless and to be avoided. Even the cops couldn't get a foothold on the gang's violent spree over the course of its three-year existence.
The kid that attacked me probably wasn't even eighteen, just another neglected youth caught up in a bad decision. When I rounded the corner, the punk swung some blunt object at my head. Thinking about it, that's likely where the wound came from. Stumbling to the ground, my bottle of soda spilled all over the pavement as I tried to gather myself quickly to avoid another blow. Before the kid could finish making his demands, I launched myself forward, swiftly knocking the kid to the ground. At that point, I mercilessly beat the shit out of him. After pounding his face a number of times I struggled to my feet, feeling little remorse for the unconscious kid on the ground. With a final kick to the stomach, I left the kid lying in a big heap on the sidewalk. I needed to get home. Apparently, I didn't make it.
So how the fuck did I end up in a hospital bed. Before I could try to ponder my own thought, a figure emerged through the door. It was a rather large horse wearing a white lab coat with some pens and pencils hanging out the pocket. Around his neck was a typical stethoscope and a hospital mask covered his mouth and snout. The horse carried a clipboard, which I presumed to be my medical chart. I chose to turn my head away and ignore the horse hoping the doctor will quickly finish looking over my file and vitals.
The horse talked to himself under his breath while examining the machines. "Pulse is 67, good. Blood pressure is.... 113 over 76. Fluid intake is alright.."
Hearing a couple clicks on the floor, I knew the horse was now standing next to my bedside his hands now grabbing my arm with the IV. I heard a paint snapping sound and turned my head to view what the doctor was doing. The doctor unattached the tube from the IV needle that was in my arm and replaced it with a syringe that he took from his right pocket. The horse pressed down on the pump forcing the clear liquid into the IV and my bloodstream.
Immediately I knew something just wasn't right. The liquid that was injected into my body was creating an extreme cooling sensation through my veins. It felt like I was just tossed into a pool of ice. I attempted to reach up at the horse but was shocked when nothing happened. My muscles were growing limp, completely unresponsive to my motions. Frantically I tried to scream but found that even the muscles in my face were becoming numb. What the fuck has this horse done to me?
My first thought was that this guy must be an imposter! The horse casually walked over to the door and locked it. Turning around he began to disrobe, slowly removing the white lab coat revealing his thick upper arms. Underneath the lab coat, the horse wore a tight tank top that carried the logo of the STR gang. The horse towered over the bed standing at a stout 8 feet tall. His body has rippled with large, bulgy muscles; his arms were huge, biceps that were comparably in size to my own head. Looking below the belt that horse was sporting a ragged pair of black jeans with holes and rips near the knees. However, it was difficult to focus on much more than the growing bulge at the crotch, which was slowly stretching to the fabrics limit.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson not to fuck around with STR, Stan or whatever the fuck your name is," the horse muttered as he began to yank down his pants.
Screaming thoughts swirled through my mind. I still wanted to know what the fuck STR stands for? Short Term Relationship? It didn't matter, probably doesn't have any meaning. Nothing mattered at this point. I so badly wanted to expose this fucker to the world as the criminal he really is but it was hopeless. In hind sight I wished I had just surrendered my money to that punk in the first place, sure I'd be broke but I'd be free from the hell that I am subjected to now. I had to face it, my own hubris has dragged me into this petrifying situation.
If that weren't scary enough a marking on the horse's arm helped identify who his soon to be rapists is. The horse's name was Drek, and he was known as one of STR's most violent members. I remembered a newspaper article that documented one of Drek's most disturbing crimes to date. A door-to-door salesperson was canvassing for new magazine subscriptions in Drek's apartment building when he allegedly approached Drek's door...the salesperson caught Drek at a bad time. The horse beat the poor wolf to a pulp, stabbed him three times in the chest and crammed him into the garbage chute. After a couples days the superintended was inspecting a clog in the chute and discovered the corpse was the source of the blockage.
Drek was arrested in connection to the murder but was acquitted by the jury because the evidence gathered was insufficient. The court trial caused a lot of controversy in the town but ultimately Drek walked out of the courthouse on his own accord. Some believed the jury was coerced into passing the verdict but the crown walked away from the case.
Finally stripped the horse sauntered over to the bed, his massive manhood stood erect in front of him. Drek seemed to revel in his sheer size, slowly stroking his near 15-inch length. "Don't worry foxy you'll get yours soon enough and you're gonna enjoy every inch of it". Drek stood above with that shit-eating grin across his face.
Drek reached down and grabbed my limp, lifeless body. I was about to be raped right here in a public hospital with no way to get the attention of people on the other side of the wall. Twisting my body around, Drek slammed my back against his rock hard stomach. The horse's hands cupped around my hips as Drek adjusted my body directly over his throbbing shaft. It was so big; I could see it dangle out between my legs as he rested my ass over his length. It was a frightening sight, it looked like the size of my arm. There is no fucking way that will fit.
Before I could think about the horror any further the horse bucked me upward with his arms then shifted me forward to help line himself up. My legs and arms were still numb as they swung by the side of the horse, only moving when Drek shuffled my body around. A few audible snorts from the dominate horse could be heard until he finally lined his flaring cock with my asshole. Drek clasped my thighs with a bruising grip as he forced me down unto his engorged horse shaft.
The tip of Drek's shaft grinded against my sphincter muscles which great vigor as the horny stallion struggled to get past the first ring. Even with the mind-numbing drug taken a hold of my body, the muscles surrounding my ass were not meant to be stretched to the size of the horse's pure girth. Already leaking pre, the head of the shaft lubricated my ass that helped the horse gain access to what he wanted.
A quick adjustment and a slam forward forced the flaring tip past my asshole, the muscles somehow contorting tightly around the sheer size of the intruding member. Although there was an eerie lack of pain, likely due to the drugs working impacts, but at the same time the immense heat radiating from Drek's length was unmistakably felt in my depths. I was sure that his cock would eventually rip me in half.
The horse was working his way very slowly further inside me, feeling almost like velvet, each vein and bump rippled unnerving sensations through my body. The feeling was confusing, how could my muscles be completely numb yet my internal organs could feel each bit of this horsemeat, my insides somehow retaining their sensitivity. Minutes went by rather slowly, with only having taken 6 inches into my stretching rectum. For a second Drek held me there taking a quick breather. Groans came from the rapists behind me, which was coupled with smaller bursts of pre flowing from his horsemeat.
Not wasting any more time the horse pulled me downward and thrust forward simultaneously sinking in another 5 inches. Although my muscles were useless, I could still feel the building pressure inside my body from the intruder that was buried deep inside. Eyes widened with each inch that sank forward, and each time I decide he must be fully inside, the rapist forced more of his outstanding length in. With a final thrust forward the entire engorged horse length slid in, Drek's swollen ball sack smacking crudely against my leg.
The immense pressure was beginning to hurt and a burning sensation enveloped my entire body. I shifted my eyes down toward my stomach that was slightly distended from the horse's huge cock. My head was beginning to sputter, struggling to comprehend the sight before my own eyes. I swear I could see the distinct outlines of the equines flared shaft pushing my stomach outward. I could only pray that my insides were still intact.
A triumphant whinny could be heard behind my ear as the horse slowly started to pull the engorged length out only to be mashed back into my stomach. "Take it like a bitch" whispered the horse in my ear.
Drek began to pick up the pace, only sliding 5 inches out before hammering back in. The horse bucked wildly into my guts as he moved my tail to the side and began to slide my body over his cock. The flared tip kept my insides nice and stretched which allowed the stallion to take me for a rough ride. Each vein and ring could be felt rubbing over my most sensitive parts, which was bringing my body unwanted jubilation. The constant stimulation on my prostate was milking my body of its cum which was leaking from my own shaft even though it remained flaccid and sheathed.
This seemed to satisfy the dominating horse behind and spurred on his need for release. Drek began to pound forward while savagely grinding my body up and down his throbbing horse cock. The horse was caught up in a sex-craved stupor, nearing his orgasm. I couldn't take my eyes off my stomach, completely horrified by the continuous swelling the thrusting shaft caused deep inside my body.
With one more thunderous push forward, the stallions prick finally erupted. Stomping the ground with his hooves a couple times as he rode out his unrelentingly orgasm. Spurt after spurt he released his load into my guts. As if the stomach bulge from his length wasn't unnerving enough the sloshing load of spunk began to inflate my stomach even further. Drek's orgasm seemed to go on forever, dumping a bucket of creaming horse jizz into my swollen stomach. The pressure felt into my belly was enormous, and I feared how I would feel once the effects of the injected drug wore off.
Small tears began to gather at the sides of my eyes. What has this monster done to me? This is just beyond cruel I thought, maybe that salesman had reached a better fate than this. Drek was now panting from the brutal assault that he just forced his victim to endure. Emitting a taunting laugh, he shook my bloated tummy, only further increasing my utter shame and embarrassment from the treatment.
The spent horse slowly lifted me from his now softening shaft. As it slide out a disgusting slurping sound could be heard as air rushed into my now gaping hole, a notable stream of horse cum flowing out as well making a mess of fur on my behind and legs. There was so much leakage that it even dripped onto the floor making more of a mess.
Drek didn't hold me for long as he gingerly tossed me back onto the bed stomach first. Landing on my belly hurt like hell as the horse's deposit had nowhere to go but out. A portion of the horse cum surged out of my asshole making the sheets positively dirty.
Feeling completely bloated, abused and shamed I laid there in silence, still unable to use my muscles or even speak. I can't imagine I'd say much if I could anyway. Peering out the corner of my eye, I could see Drek getting dressed again. He put the lab coat into the soil clothes and some sheets he used to clean up.
Much the same the entire encounter took a lot out of me, the constant pressure in my loins coupled with a pounding headache was bringing me close to passing out. Before I closed my eyes the now fully clothed horse stood next to me, looking down at his bitch, a smirk across his face pleased with his latest work.
"Just remember, you fucking asked for this you whore. Nice doing business with ya, come across my path again and it'll cost ya your life, you got me?" Drek wasn't expecting an answer as he turned around headed for the door and soon disappeared into the hospital hallway.
A few moments went by, finally allowing me to breathe steadily knowing that I was safe. The salvation of the soft pillow supplied much needed comfort and would surely entice my body to drift into a lulling sleep, a break from this wretched reality.
This period of silence was quickly interrupted as someone rushed in through the door. My heart immediately began to race because I was still completely exposed to the world and the effects of the drug continued to grasp control of my muscle functions.
"Hello Stanley I'll be your doct...", the wolf who appeared to be the real doctor paused mid sentence as he the abused fox came into view.
Still unable to move or make a sound I was blushing hard under my matted fur, pure embarrassment and shame flushed over my body. This nightmare could not get any worse. I expected the doctor to rush to my aid after being ravished by the equine rapist, but the sly look upon the wolf's face suggested something much more devious. The doctor began to undue his trousers making his new intension clear. It just got worse.