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SOFTIE'S STABLED RELATIONSHIP

Softie was alway, undoubtedly always, nervous when he went to one of these things. Of course, being judged for his overall worth by a stranger was always uncomfortable and this was especially true in the course of interviewing for a job. He was so awed by the situation that something the jack bunny caretaker with the russet fur spoke had passed over his head while he was trying to concentrate on not looking like an unqualified ignoramus.

Twitching nervously in the hard black plastic chair, he looked up from his internal monologue of doubt and tried to find his voice. "Sorry, could you say that last part again?" It was an almost unmistakeable snippet of verbiage that had caught the tiger fox's attention. Something that couldn't mean anything else. He suspected he'd heard it correctly, but wanted to be sure.

The bunny in the informal white silk blouse and black jeans leaned back into his much nicer red leather padded chair to get comfortable as he nibbled on a piece of cherry licorice with adorable spasmodic wiggles of his whiskers, trying to talk as he ate. "We need someone experienced with male horses, inside and out, before we can feel that furson qualified for the job we have in mind." Yes, he'd heard it correctly. The job listing was unspecified for some kind of equine therapist or trainer. Well, it didn't come out with those terms, as it was really more unspecified. Softie more attributed the phrase "relaxation specialist" to a personal trainer working at the Y or maybe an activities planner for a geriatric hospice.

Horses though, what kind of relaxation did animals need? Last time the tigerfox checked, ferals didn't play bingo or go for yoga classes, so what gave? Then he realized he was spending too long trying to think it through as the bunny with the long ears was starting to grow impatient for an answer, even with a convenient plastic barrel of fucking red vines to keep him busy. "Well that's why I answered the ad. Stallions are my specialty." Well, not really, but maybe with all the ogling he did on zetatracker, he could call himself some sort of expert on their equipment.

His lapine friend took an exaggerated moment to finish off one of his candy straws before continuing forth with his process. "And by specialty, I do hope you mean you still retain that specific kind of capacity that these animals require. Substitutions must be made for natural outlets to avoid causing them any harm to themselves or other prize stock. I'm sure you understand." Softie didn't understand, but if he came out and said it, he knew he wouldn't be getting himself a new job.

Instead he grinned in as charming and obvious way that he could as the contract of services and expectations was slid over to him along the polished Mahogany desk with a cheap motel pen on top. "It has been awhile since I've undertaken this role. Can you walk me through how you operate here on this farm?" Any hopes he had that the mystery would be solved were soon squashed as the bunny waved a dismissive paw and shook his head.

There would be no rescue from his confusion, as it turned out: "My previous employees in this role have told me it's a bit like riding a bicycle, but more extreme. You don't really forget what to do once it happens and reflexes take over" Reflexes? This was a job that demanded special reactions and training to handle? Suddenly Softie had very serious misgivings about the job even if he hadn't been informed what all the work entailed. The paperwork put before him was hardly any help either, as it had much of the same euphemism that colored the entire conversation. With nothing else to say or do without appearing suspiciously out of his depth, he had to glance over the contract briefly before putting his name to it.

The interviewer took a moment to look at the signature before shoving it in a drawer behind his desk, holding out his paw. "Very good. We expect you here tomorrow and don't eat any food after ten tonight. It's a bit problematic to get into details why, so just listen and don't do it." Softie was tempted to ignore the advice, but had to remind himself that whatever was going on, the furs working here knew exactly what was going on and what he needed to do.

He arrived the next day at the ranch none too early and dressed in blue jeans and a tight cotton shirt like the safety articles told him to. It was surprising to read through all the many dress code criteria that would prevent accidents with horses. Things like jewelry and loose clothing getting caught on a saddle when a horse bolted. Softie didn't actually know if he would be riding or training any of the studs, but at least he looked the part and could fit in like he knew what he was doing even when he had no clue what his vocation would be.

The sweet musk of horse filled his nose, so at least he could smell that he was in the right place. Other furs had stallions and mares on lead ropes as they were walked to different locations on the breeding farm before or after their various activities. It was easy to figure out which horses were being put away by the amount of sweat and froth they were covered in from workouts, whereas the dry mounts were more spirited and energetic as they were lead to collection sheds, the lunge corral, or a socialization pasture for animals of the same gender.

As the tiger found himself confused as to where to go in this large complex, it was by luck or perhaps misfortune that he bumped into the very one who would be his supervisor on the job. "Oh, the new face! Or rather I should say the new ass!" The face that accompanied the noble voice seemed friendly, if a bit more than prideful. If anyfur could be considered regal, it would be this collie, and he seemed quite cheerful and gay indeed. Softie wondered how much of that spirit would translate into personal play if things worked out that way.

Perhaps intimate relations would come faster than he expected as that eager paw came up close and groped one of his buttocks like it belonged there. The feline let out a shy meep as the male canid licked his lips with his perky ears raised alertly with attentiveness. "Yes, yes. This will do fine. They will enjoy and you will be most thoroughbred." He chuckled in that whimsical haughty way that somehow translated into an interest to hang on the collie's every honeyed Englishfur word.

Softie was so enchanted by that sweet tone that he neglected to pay any attention to what the collie had said and nodded as he allowed himself to be led along by the elbow to an offshooting passageway to the right where he saw several odd instruments and bits of leather straps lining the walls where they hung on various hooks at different heights. "Welcome to the playroom of sorts. This is where we prepare the ponies for their play. I think it would be best if you helped by getting naked now, hun." The doggie purred pleasantly with a nice vigorous wagging of his tail to betray a level of growing arousal to the setting.

It was a strange request to be asked to strip down, but the tiger suspected that it was either part of an inspection for the job or the collie was taking a private opportunity to enjoy a new employee a bit better. He did as ordered with barely any hesitation as he was more than willing to let such an example of sexy dog biscuit to look him over. His suspicions rose when the collie did not immediately join him in bearing it all. "You don't want to get naked too?" He observed, now using his supremely long tail to hide his bits and buts from view in several coiling layers like fuzzy panties.

More strange than ever, he could tell his question caught the other male off guard. Perhaps because the dog was going to go through the process of inspecting his bare body and fitness for suitability in his future job. It was very odd that he had been hired before such a physical exam had taken place, but Softie guessed that most anyone could've got the job and this later test was more geared towards discerning what skills or tasks he could perform in the course of the day. He believed that, so very much believed it for nothing else made sense with the facts he knew.

The collie hesitated in his inspection of the items on the wall before his gaze as his paw held each one in turn for better scrutiny. He turned back toward the tiger with a disarming smile while rubbing his fingers along a bundle of long thin pink leather strips and brass rings and buckles, apparently gauging it for size or texture for some reason that Softie could not understand. "If it helps you do your job any better, I wouldn't mind shrugging off these hot riding clothes in this terrible Summer heat. But I'm keeping the thong--I need to have some semblance of formality for my portion of the task at paw." With the matter strangely settled, Softie watched in growing fascination and lust as the collie flicked each article of his clothing away like pieces of itchy skin on a snake until he was standing at attention with a purple thong and a tent where his sheathe somewhat jutted out.

Once that pretty male form was laid bare, Softie had all kinds of fun and interesting thoughts running through his head as to what he could do with it. All such notions were driven out by flat denial as the collie held out a paw and wagged it. "Look but don't touch, you naughty cat. I need you to concentrate on training so you know what to do in case something bad happens. As much preparation as we take, accidents still happen and it is our hope to avoid injury and ambulance calls." Ambulances? Maybe he should've paid better attention to that contract he signed, as things sounded quite serious.

He thought he was going to get some nice alone time together with this sexy doggie, but someone clopped in from behind and startled him. At first Softie thought it was one of the stable's horses that had gotten free from their stall or guide ropes to come into the room, but as he turned to face this new intruder, he saw this was not the case. It turned out to be one of the more dexterous anthropomorphic horses in the same manner that he was a sentient tiger or his current host was a dashing collie stud.

The new fur was a white pony stallion with long blonde mane and tail, wearing nothing but a see through purple nightie and stretchy purple g-string that hardly left anything to the imagination despite not being see through. Aside from the sexy sleepwear and panties, the feminine stud also had bits of straw sticking to his lush shining ivory fur to announce that he had come out from a nap or light sleep from one of the empty stalls not in use, or maybe he even had one assigned to him when there weren't enough examples of feral stock to board. It wouldn't surprise Softie that a horsefur would want to shack up in a stable with his more primitive relatives.

In any case, he acted as though he belonged here in this tack room, so Softie felt awkward and outnumbered by two scantily-clad males who had some agenda that the tiger should have questioned better before he even put paw to pen for that damn contract.Instead, he had to pretend to the best of his ability that things were going the way they were supposed to even if there was an enchanting ponyboi now lazily clopping into their midst with saucy wags of his wide girlish hips and slightly braided corn husk-colored tail.

The girly horseboi had very female-appearing hair with the fringes ending in nice voluminous curls with no split ends to be seen. He was obviously a stallion that took particular pleasure in a more feminine appearance than any self-respecting male in any other context would have any right to. It was strangely refreshing to see another malefur basking in a confidence for taking on the cosmetic traits and clothing of another gender. Indeed, he looked nice and sweet despite being hung like a painting.

With the both of them wearing panties at the very least for attire, Softie felt very much out of place with his flattering but inconvenient nudity when faced with the elegance of both their curvy bodies. While he'd been sizing up the ponies' good looks, the equine had been doing the same with a nice smile and pretty mare-like giggles to defuse much of the awkwardness of the situation. Anyone who tended to make cute sounds like that would be adorable and not judgmental at all, even if Softie did feel as though he were certainly being judged for something beneath the playful stares.

This spectacle of boi magic seemed to go on for several uninterrupted minutes as they admired the glamorous show of the tiger's nudity. "What do we have here?" The horse observed plainly, mischief alight in his smoky light blue eyes as he seemed to do his best not to notice the obvious sight of those big balls and sheathe which were so rare to see on such a skinny feline. "Another horse bride for our breeding program?" He teased, flickering long eyelashes with exaggerated sweetness as he continued to get the rest of the troublesome yawns out of his slender coltish body.

The lilting giggle that answered his question was at once out of character for a canine as the collie gave a vigorous nod that flung his long hair all about. "I guess that is a pretty way to describe a lewd job, but yes. I asked for your help because you are the best equipped for preparing him to do his job." Softie did not miss that knowing bow of the head and wink as the dogfur gave the femhorse's junk a cursory look of approval before going back to the current matter at paw.

The first thing that the collie did was point towards a red velvet padded bench that looked somewhat like where fancy picnics would take place, except Softie knew better by the positioning of leather cuffs and a collar in the appropriate places. This was no doubt one of those BDSM sawhorses that he'd seen in numerous different fetish videos. Only when he realized what this furniture was for did he finally take notice of what the gear on the walls actually was. This wasn't riding tack for mounts, it was bondage harness accessories for anthro pony play scenarios.

All this naughty equipment was enough to make even a silly slut like him blush, but it wasn't as if he were averse to being dressed up like a pony. After they dressed him up in harness, what would they do, turn him out into the pasture with the real horses to socialize and make friends? It was as likely an explanation as any, the tigerfox nervously making his way over to the bench and mounting it on all fours like a dog with his knees and hands going on the parallel benches while his torso lay over the padded top with dizzying anxiety for what could follow such a peculiar position of submission.

Softie closed his eyes for only a brief second as he tried to still the frantic beating in his chest from growing excitement. He was naked in the presence of two imposing males, and that was only the start of it. That brief period of weakness was all it took for them to double team him and get the cuffs over all his limbs and neck to make sure the tiger wasn't going to go anywhere for what they had in store. He tested the bonds and saw that he would not be leaving the velvet bench without their permission, if at all.

As soon as they were satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere, the two of them had an argument amongst themselves over what color would be the best to accentuate his fur and stripes while also appealing to the other horses. The pony gear lining the walls came in all the prime colors and even several specialized metallic hues as well, so there was hardly any lack of selection to worry about. "I bet he would look great in pink!" The pony giggled with a sweet airy nicker and swish of his nice long flowing golden river of a tail.

Such a choice was immediately huffed by the collie with a woof of dismissal. "You are such a silly horseboi. The problem with you is you think everyfur looks great in pink, and on top of that, you got your way several times too. Not very original if every mare we induct wears pink. Then it becomes some kind of draub tradition." Then he finished his thought with an assertive bark and excited wag of his tail as he had his paws on his hips to think over the situation while the pony snorted and crossed his arms with an annoyed flick of his mane as he gazed away.

After an impatient stomp of a hoof and a casual rude look back towards his partner in lust, he gave a shrug. "And what would you have the new exercise pony wear, then? Surely not something plain and boring like you had that cocksleeve of a fennec wear?" Softie could see the collie wince from such an acidic statement, obviously a low blow by the way he reacted. Just when the bound up tigerfox thought it would devolve into more squabbling between the two feminine rivals, the dogfur suddenly seem possessed by an idea. Or a demon. Or both.

Softie blushed when he heard what this collie had to say, but it wasn't something that exactly surprised him after all the other unorthodox events that had taken place prior to this moment. The collie with the pretty vixen-like hair stroked his chin as he stood aloof nearby in the brilliance of his thoughtfulness. "If I recall correctly, you did call our esteemed guest a bride, so why not make him look the part? We have many nice pieces of pony tack in a shiny white sheen for such an appearance." Although white was a color that Softie didn't like all that much, he doubted he had any say in the matter if he were to speak up.

At the mere suggestion of such a combination, the ponyboi's eyes sparkled cutely as the romantic idea of it struck him like a star, the equine dancing back and forth on his hooves as he clapped in enthusiastic agreement with the plan, his package of musky unerect ponyness bouncing around loftily with each of his movements almost like oblong breast implants beneath his very scanty bulging panties. "Yes, yes! That will make a good show! The bride in white to accept her husband stallion's gift!" He finished his delighted squealing statement with a whinny of approving joy even as he went to the different ornamental hooks on the walls to grab the necessary supplies.

Those supplies came out to be two pairs of hoof boots built to lace over paws, a halter with a silk lead rope and gag bridle bit instead of traditional reins, and a long white horsetail attached to a strange girthy translucent silicone tube which he faintly recognized but didn't know why. It seemed like a cumbersome way to attach a tail to a pony play costume when a much smaller keyring or loop would work instead. Then after all that anthro tack was gathered up there was another heated discussion over putting a saddle on the poor tigerfox, as well!

Just when he thought it would come to blows via two sissy sluts spanking each other on sensitive rumps, they finally agreed to a simple riding pad that could be velcroed in place around his middle like a sort of funny table cloth. The shod hoof boots came first, and with his limbs already firmly secured in leather cuffs, this seemed like a difficult task to slide the long necks into place over his paws and feet, but they surprised him with some unknown efficiency at the task as they had done this same thing to others multiple times before and likely tied up in this same position. Softie did not think there was any space for the boots to go between the cuff and his fur, but apparently two fingers worth of breathing room was enough to squeak most anything through with enough experience.

The two of them them then spent the next ten minutes doing as proper a job lining up and tightening the laces as evenly as possible for a comfortable fit as well as a more sophisticated neater appearance. Softie knew that such care as they showed for detail was as much for show as for his happiness in the ongoing awkwardness of this odd scene. The tigerfox barely had a chance to blush at the pretty voluminous bows the laces had been tied up into before the collie belted the silk saddle pad over his back and rubbed the strips of velcro firmly into place at his navel and pecs like big strips of slightly itchy bandages. Funny enough, the one over his chest looked somewhat like a bra, the way it covered his nipples appropriately.

After that was the pony halter, and this was the one part of the whole thing that Softie was vaguely familiar with, at least the gag part of it. The rest of those straps and buckles, not so much. The sissy horse rubbed the bit against his lips like an apple to get him to accept it, but the tiger found himself too proud to open his mouth for such a demeaning article. With numerous tries and gentle coaxing noises of encouragement, the collie lost his patience and tried something else by getting out a big flat pink studded paddle off a shelf and lined it up with his upthrust bent over rump. Even seeing the threat of it, he refused to obey, though they were nice enough to give him a ten spot before actually doing the deed on his sensitive rump flesh.

Once the countdown was over, the ivory equine was helpful to hold Softie's voluminous tail out of the way with one hoof while keeping constant pressure on his muzzle with the gag for the other. The feline let out a nervous whine as he saw the windup for what would be a momentous hearty slap across his buns with the wide surface of flexible wood. It happened faster than he thought as the strike whistled through the air and ended in a loud crack across his bum that stung like a wasp across both cheeks simultaneously. When he felt that pain echoing into his skin like harsh ripples, he reacted to it without any conscious thought with a whining loud meep of protest. The pony was quick to take advantage of such luck by shoving the condensed hard black rubber into his maw before flipping the halter straps over his head and buckling them behind his neck as tightly as was comfortable.

When it was all put in place over his head, Softie saw that there were also white flaps on the sides that partially covered his eyes so he could only see what was straight in front of him. Horse folks called those blinders, and they were only typically used on carriage horses to keep them from getting distracted by car traffic and other things in the streets. He couldn't believe that this set of pony play gear had that particular feature by accident, so whatever they were going to use the tigerfox for, this pair of annoying eye patches would likely come into play.

The last part came into play very fast as his long tail was not merely pulled aside but tied neatly in place by a long hardy string hanging from the ceiling. Once the cool breeze touched his tailhole like mint breath, he knew exactly what was going on. It was probably the pony that was behind him, and it was also most likely that same pony now stroking around the rim of his pucker with one delicate finger. "This boi pussy is undoubtedly very cute and inviting, but I can already tell our little kitty hasn't done any stretching exercises in quite some time. At least, nothing major for this." Softie blushed, somewhat insulted by this comment from a femboy that was essentially grading his ass like a chunk of sissy fuckmeat.

Well, he had the boots on and now he had the hoof gloves. If ever he wanted to fight back or resist what was happening, even if he weren't tied up, he couldn't do much but flail with the metal horseshoes. The collie left his limited field of vision to have a peek for himself under the hood, and after Softie heard a wet pop, something thin and slimy wormed its way into his hole almost like a tentacle tendril. He let out a soft moan as it began to pump in and out of him with gradually increasing speed and intensity before it was suddenly yanked out with a slurp. "Yep, Your observations are correct about this mare. She will need to be prepared immediately if we are to get any use out of her today." The strange change in casual conversational tone and the omission of him from the discussion as a sentient being immediately shocked the tigerfox.

As he struggled to understand what was going on, the canid was already sauntering pridefully back over to Softie's front. With a lift of his bushy tail, he pulled the back of his thong down to shove his musky tailhole up against the tiger's nose and lips. "Here, this will help the mare go into heat while you prepare the rump for some customer servicing." Softie blushed as the sweaty wrinkled opening clenched on his muzzle, humiliated by the very idea of rimming his natural enemy and yet very much turned on by the wild taste as he cautiously poked his tongue out before trying to shove it deeper inside while the collie gasped out in pleasure while smothering his ass even closer into the tiger's face. It wasn't only what was going on in front that he had to worry about either, as he heard a soft delicate rustle of dainty fabric and the very obvious meaty wet sound of a flaccid pre-covered dick being stroked to erectness.

The light slip of fabric could be nothing else than the soft sheer satin slipping away from the ponyboi's fine glossy white hips like purple braids. Softie could even detect the faint noise of the fabric rustling its way down between the soft short fur of the equine's buttocks as it fell neatly to the floor in a whimsical shimmer like rain as it fell to the floor and pooled around his fetlocks. And aside from the vivid strong smell of dogbutt, there was also a sweet pungent musk of male horse sexual fluids in the air.

Once the collie noticed Softie was getting into it, he smooshed his butt further back to almost asphyxiate the tiger with his ass, looking over his shoulder with a cursory glance of curiosity at his teammate. "Are you going to play with it all day, or are we going to get this done?" Lassie's apparently gay brother teased with a bubbly feminine giggle as his rump wiggled playfully on the feline's face like fuzzy jello as the mare prisoner struggled to get his tongue in deeper for a better sampling of that sweet musky butthole.

The slapping ended briefly enough to bring a question to Softie on whether he was alone back there or not. It turned out he wasn't when something very warm and flat tried to stab itself under his tail in vigorous hurried poking motions with an ever increasing layer of slime painted all over his buttocks and tailhole in several lewd slurping pops while he clenched himself shut tightly as a reaction to the sudden nudging pain of the horseheaded snake shoving itself through with almost no moderation or kindness.

He let out soft gasps of pain into the plushy humid butt in front of him as the horsecock shoved with increasing force in its floppy humping until the ridged glans popped in with the same nasty stretch of surprise as any large knot, the only difference was that a dog's shaft prepared a butt for a knot and an unflared horse tip did not as it was the widest point of a horse's equipment excluding the medial ring in the middle of the shaft. Softie had forgotten how to breathe for a few seconds as the whole girthy pole slid into position all the way to the opening of the sheathe.

It was quite a stretch to have a small horse balls deep in him and filling his bowels with a copious layer of pre, some of it already beginning to leak from his no longer virgin-tight hole as the pony pole worked itself slowly in and out a few inches at a time to get him used to the sensation of having something so large up there. "Yeah, not ready. But he still feels good. You should take a turn in this boipussy before the breeding studs wreck it." The ponyboi giggles as he gave the plump striped orange butt a playful sharp slap that made the tigerfox jump from shock.

The ponyboi's cock in him was only about an inch and a half thick and ten inches long, but the equine features attached to it made it that much more difficult to take with all those complicated bulges and textures attached in different places. When the femboy stick pulled almost all the way back out in a long slow sensual slither against his prostate, Softie was almost sorry to feel it go as it left him with a stretched empty cavity in his ass. Yet the unpopped flare of his tip still remained in the tiger's hole just inside the entrance, wiggling and scraping around on his clenched sphincter as the pony toyed with his new mount while deciding how much to tease and how much to fuck.

He let out a sudden moan of pleasurable pain as the whole greasy shaft slid back up his butt in one nearly endless shove like a slimy spear filling back up the vacant space that had previously left Softie empty. With so much hot horsemeat now buried in his hole, the tiger thought he couldn't be happier as it crushed his prostate into submission under its floppy weight while draining the blood out of his anal walls to give him the telltale feeling of fullness that he recognized all too well from being contentedly stuffed.

For a long pause nothing happened as the horsey simply left his present inside the kitty and seemed to forget it was there. Softie sighed and a blush broke across his face like a shy sunburn as he basked in the warmth of long ponycock throbbing in his hole with little slight nudges of movement with the sissy's breathing and heartrate travelling through his veins like tingles of sweet electricity telegraphing off Softie's sensitive anal walls and ticklish wide opened tailhole.

It felt too good for him to want it to end, but with a loud snort that broke his daydreaming, the pony pulled back out again. This time he was going to discover that he wouldn't be staying empty for very long as the fuzzy white thighs slammed home with much more force than Softie was used to, burying nearly a foot of slender horsecock into his bowel in one neat poke of fuckmeat. He let out a whimper of desperate need as the the cock left just as swiftly like a tide in a harbor before jabbing itself back up through his rectum and colon like a juicy staff of lustful impaling ecstasy. In and out, it happened so fast now that he couldn't tell if he were empty or full anymore. It seemed more like he was on the edge of either state, never fully tasting either before the piston of furious fucking thighs withdrew and pumped him with pre and meat at a ridiculous pace, mostly gentle withdrawals coupled with forceful shoves back up his butt with beastly curves and gusts of breath from the horny pony's perky pink nostrils.

He was kind of dozing in the collie butt within a kind of sexual daze as an unusual noise came to his ears. Between the distant sounds of horses in the stalls of the outside hallway and the sharp excited breaths of the pony trying to fuck out his sweet load of horse honey into Softie's depths, there was a new sound that seemed out of place: rain. It was a flash storm outside the barn doors with some thunder and whipping winds. The ruckus was enough to cause the pony to pause on his hooves for a second and take stock of it. "That's no good. We're gonna have a lot of pent up horses with lots of energy they can't get rid of in the pasture. Looks like our new mare is about to earn her keep." He teased, giving the tiger's butt a grope as he resumed his wet pounding as Softie could now feel the pre building up to such a degree that it was now squirting out of him between thrusts like sloppy seconds if it were the real thing and not just a salty clear appetizer.

There was already a lot of pre splashing on the floor and dribbling down the smooth cushion on the back of the bench by the time the aroused horse faucet got up to its most copious volume of dribbling deep into his hole as he heard the loud animated clopping of hooves passing through the halls and the dripping of very wet horses coming in from the growing intensity of the rain. Softie thought it would just be non-sentient horses coming out of the storm, but he was mistaken when he smelled another wet beast that had a very similar stink to the sweaty winded ponyboi plowing his hole open.

He could just barely turn his head to see a tall light brown shape hanging out in the doorway of the anthro pony play room, his clothes soaked through so much that he had already wiggled free of his blue jeans and was yanking a translucent white tee over his head to flop in a sodden pile almost like a big spongy pile of puddling cum. "Someone's having fun without me, I see." The new voice was very pleasant, deep, and undoubtedly proud with masculine tone compared to the other two bois in the space. The new stallion, more horse than pony, caused the femboi equine to quickly yank his cock out of Softie with a gasp of surprise and a shy lowering of his pointy ears. Softie also gasped out, but with sharp unexpected pain as the wide unflared tip of his glans popped free from his tailhole with one loud pronounced slurp and torrent of bubbling pre spilling out.

It was obvious that the new horse was in charge in some way, but the tiger couldn't figure out why. The answer became clear when the chestnut stud slapped the smaller equine on the butt and humped his full sheathe through the sissy's crack like a credit card. "How could my little sissyster compare to big brother's package?" The new male asked with a whinnied chuckle as he looked on the scene before him. "And I see that while I was out negotiating semen contracts with local farmers that you managed to hire a substitute butt for yourself while the two of us went on vacation. So, the new mare ready?" The two horses were so far behind that he could no longer see them out from the corners of his eyes or blinders even if a musky dog ass weren't already impaled on his whiskered nose.

The little stud tried to stand up to his brother in some false show of dominance, but immediately crumbled into submission as soon as his brother groped his plush snowy rump with a wide hand and a lecherous grin. As a blush spread on his cheeks and made them pink, he could only whisper a barely heard response. "No, no. The mare needs more training. Much too tight for our mounts." It was when the pony said that, Softie had alarm bells in his head when he figured out what they were grooming him up for. They wanted the feral mounts of the stable to fuck him silly. Oddly oblivious to the truth around him, the tigerfox was unsure why it took so long for him to figure it out.

No sooner had the ponyboi said that than he got a much more than friendly spank on the behind as the bigger stud chuckled mischievously. "Then maybe you should get down on your knees and put that cute mouth to work." After that, Softie heard a muted thump on the polished wood floor followed by lusty wet noises and moans as the pony worked on a sheathe and then a dropped penis afterwards, by the new musky smell of pre and cock sweat from the smell. He couldn't see what was going on, but his great sense of hearing told him that they were both having fun with it even as the collie twisted about on his hindpaws to face the tiger with something bigger than he had ever expected from a canine of such small stature. The knot was, by all visual accounts, worth a thousand words. Probably a thousand painful thrusts too, by the odd behemoth bloated shape of that knotflesh, as well.

Softie had a pretty good idea where that shaft was going to end up when the collie unbuckled the bridle gag from his muzzle, only to shove in a decently wide ring gag to replace it before the tiger could blink, now shy and shameful as his spit dripped out of the big O of metal that held his mouth open and dribbling like a well-lubricated sex doll. "My what a nice mouth you got there. Be a shame I'm about to break it with my dogdick." The canid growled lustily with a wag of his tail as he stroked the last traces of flaccidness from his meat in preparation for feeding the kitty some slut sausage.

The salt and slight taste of dirt on the cock were the first thing he noticed when the slimy pre-stained shaft was shoved into his maw, the metal ring the only thing protecting him from getting gagged on a knot. There was about ten inches of it in his muzzle, but he could manage it somewhat easily without choking. "Don't worry slut. This pretty little mouth is much too small for those big bad horsecocks. They will get much better use out of that ass, after we get done stretching it." Softie let out a slight whimpering purr of submission as the big drippy doggy dick thrust inside him with light pokes against the opening of his throat as he barely tasted the pre now oozing out like melted cream from a chocolate shell.

It was a nice overly briny flavor from a dog, and completely unexpected. What was also unexpected was the sudden warm poke under his tail. When he felt that broad squishy horse glans pressed lightly against his pre-dripping anus, he knew the ponyboy was a simple appetizer compared to his hung stud of a brother. "Ah hope my little pussy likes this. Never heard any of the mares complain." He didn't think that any female in heat would complain about a dick of such magnitude, but he was a male tiger hybrid and doubted he was built for such a purpose. At least, there was some doubt to that effect since he'd never played with any dildo bigger than a pygmy dragon.

Even if he wanted to make a fuss about it, there was still a thick doggy dick pounding itself into his face, and he realized this might be the reason why such a special gag was being used. It wasn't uncommon for furries in pain to bite whatever they had in their mouths by some instinct or accident, so of course it seemed sensible to take measures in protecting that most important part of one's anatomy in case bad things happened to it. It was a mixed blessing that his throat wouldn't get knotted, but also that the collie didn't trust him enough not to use his dog bone for a chew toy.

When he felt it trying to go in, he clenched and tried to resist as much as he could, almost hoping the horse would just give up on his ass and find a more loose obedient mare he could stuff with his meat and seed instead. He had his hopes, but that was never the way things worked themselves out. It wasn't any surprise that having someone tied up and put in pony gear would be a tempting target for a horsefur to mate with. Stallions loved to have dominion over other horse like things, and Softie being tied up all neat like a package made him a very juicy and likeable treasure for any equine with a cock, even the sissified ones.

Softie could hear the increasing speed of those desperate grunts of male need and the building force from that glans trying to push its way into him, but his tailhole held firm to the trojan conquest as he groaned from the dull pain of the tip trying to force its way in. The convenient neverending flow of natural lube oozing from his cock didn't seem to help him much either, as the tiger's butt managed to resist by virtue of being too tight and snug to let him in. He was certainly too tight for a member of that magnitude, but Softie should have known an experienced stud would have ways to make him open up. This wild beast of drippy lust had something his feral cousins didn't: hands.

That little detail of anatomy made itself known when Softie gasps out just as the first two slimy fingers stabbed into his boipussy and wiggled around, pulling themselves back out forcefully as they hooked themselves on the inner ring of his anus as they ripped away. He knew that technique well in the gay fur community, but had never been on the receiving end of it, only watching it take place in adult videos and giggling at the strange faces the males made as they felt their butthole getting stretched wider by the strange scraping sensation. Now that he got to feel what it was like to have his rectum clawed at by a stranger's fingers, he didn't find it so funny.

It wouldn't stop with fingers either, as Softie could feel the stallion's hard knuckles rubbing firmly against his anus as the equine worked at nudging a fist inside him. His squeezing on the fist seemed only to better help it get inside him as he whined and grunted in muffled confused moans into the erect dog cock blocking off his mouth in an effective plug of wrinkled foreskin and knot. "Do you take this slutmare as your lustfully mated wife?" The collie joked as the pace of his needful humping against Softie's whiskers and lips increased, the fuzzy sheathe tickling his nose and making him sneeze.

The strange question coming out of nowhere seemed to stop the tan horse, who pulled his paw out with a slurp as he groped Softie with a palm and fingers covered in pre. "Well now, I just might do that if you can find me a ring, that is." The stud joked as he gave the striped butt beneath him a playful slap. The collie obliged him by providing a big stretchy black cockring for his girthy member, and his little brother was nice enough to put it on by using his mouth as though it were a condom. This trio seemed very familiar and acquainted with each other's sexual excesses, not surprising for work in a stud farm.

Equipped with a cockring, there was nothing that could keep the mighty breeding organ from going flaccid once there was enough blood flowing into the shaft. It probably wasn't as bouncy as it used to be in a limp state, either. "With this cock, I be wed." The handsome stallion teased, rubbing his slippery meat between Softie's buttocks to give the tiger some full measure of his proud size before shoving it in. Unable to see what he was working with, the feline felt some rough idea of its length as the medial ring and loose skin on the shaft slid around through his cheeks like a hotdog being evenly positioned in its bun.

It was when the rubbing stopped that the tiger became leery and a bit scared, but he still retained some of the bravado from before when the stallion had been unable to breach his defenses. The confidence he had quickly went away when the blunt muffin-shaped head of his cock actually began to make some progress inside him despite his efforts to resist. As much as he wanted to believe that it was due to the copious squirts of pre all slathered across his butt like sexy suntan lotion, Softie knew better as it was more likely due to that rough technique that was proven to loosen up even the tightest mare's ass.

The sensation of it scraping its way through was somewhat uncomfortable. Despite the ample amounts of lube to help ease his passage, the stallion's cock was very abrasive with all the detail on the head and the segments around the ridge of his glans almost like a big coin or cog. Maybe the hardest part was the inner layer of his anus, as that portion seemed to sense what was going on and tensed to the obstruction. Very soon he could feel the vaguely uncomfortable sensation of that glans being perched between both halves of his anus in a strange sense of limbo as it would not go back out, but it couldn't force its way in any further, either.

It was a kind of anal impasse or tug of war as the two fought a battle of sexual wills to see who would triumph. It was funny that even though Softie was tied up and put into hoof boots, he still had some control over his body, which he focused into resisting the inevitable mating instinct of an ever increasingly frustrated stallion trying to batter his way in. "I don't think I've ever had a mare as stubborn as this. Do we have any of the special veterinarian hand jelly in here?" Examination lube? Now Softie knew to be afraid, as the prescription stuff livestock doctors used for rectal and vaginal exams was very effective, indeed.

That was it. The only thing that would make a horny horse pull out of him before the job was done would be a more powerful form of lubricant than mother nature could provide. For Softie, this was a mixed bag of news, indeed. It meant that it would be harder to resist being fucked by this stallion, but it also meant that the sex itself would be that much more easier and comfortable compared to the mild sandpapery feel of that detailed cockhead before. "We do. How sloppy you want her? We could probably just squirt half the bottle up the sissy mare's ass." The collie declared with a spirited chuckle, leaving the tack room momentarily to return with a big gallon container of VetGlide lubricant.

Softie knew he was in trouble when the tip of the hand pump was not too kindly jabbed into his tail hole so the big meaty horse could easily apply it where it was most needed. The shy tiger let out a shy mewling howl into the conveniently offered dogcock as the cold juice began to fill his bowel till it was hard to hold it in without little greasy squirts all over the laminated floor. It was an odd queasy feeling to have so much slick cold fluid inside him, almost like ice cold oil. If the entire gallon of it weren't already soon deposited in him from the full bloated belly he had from it, Softie would be surprised.

He wasn't used to such an intimate chill deep inside his body, so there was a lot of uncomfortable cramping rattling around his insides as some of the lube squirted back out of him just as fast as the chestnut stud was pumping it in. Yet, he was smart enough to know that whatever volume he managed to reject out onto the floor like a femboy version of the exorcist, whatever amount still remained inside him would be enough to complete the coupling once the male fuckbeast got on with the job after fussing with the canister.

It seemed to take forever to squirt a whole gallon into a slut, so when the horse finished up and tossed the empty carton aside, it jarred Softie awake from his pregnant stupor of leakage. He awoke fully from the confuzzling condition when the wide tip reintroduced itself to his hole like a hot poker, squirting some additional juice onto his hole before trying to push inside. This time, no matter how much the tigerfox hybrid struggled to keep him out, it was a losing battle and he could feel it slowly nudging its way into his butt like an equine ramrod of undenied lust.

First it stretched the outside ring of his hole apart before it like Thor's thunder, making his ass ache in its presence as it met its previous adversary of inner anal rings. It wasn't as easy to hold back as last time, and even if he wasn't relaxed enough to take it naturally, the new influx of lube would put a stop to any lingering resistance or doubts he had as the wide girthy disc of glans surged past the last barrier into his rectum. It hurt more than he thought it would as it filled up his bowel, and only the grace of being fucked loose by a smaller equine may have kept this episode from being torture.

He gasped out the breath he was holding just as the thick cock forced its way into him, Softie unprepared for a thing of such monstrous size stretching his ass to the limit even as the stallion struggled to hilt himself in the tiger's unbelievably virgin tight hole. Every inch that made itself inside was like a miracle of physical engineering as his body struggled to compensate for that wicked shaft and glans diameter working its way deeper with firm but not unreasonable pressure from two very muscular humping thighs.

It was when he felt the sudden nudging of the medial ring trying to poke its way through his already sore and overstretched tail hole that Softie knew he was only half way to being done with his mare duties, the horse growing ever more impatient and frustrated with every tiny bit of ground he made into the feline's holy mating sanctum. Softie couldn't help but ooze a little pre and feel his cock jump from the pleasant sensation of the medial ring scraping along on his prostate as it entered into a fruitless race to catch up with the glans much further ahead in the colon.

Then he felt it. It wasn't as dramatic or glorious as he fantasized, but when he felt two heavy equine balls in a soft leathery nutsac slap onto his buttocks like flapping bat wings as the stallion buried himself to the fuzzy soft fleshy sheathe, briefly pulling back an inch or so to pound it back in with one loud gust of breath. The first few thrusts beneath the stud were awkward, as his ass was so tight it was almost like he would get yanked off the breeding bench along with the cock if it weren't for those nifty bondage cuffs snapped shut over his new fake hoofs.

The unnecessary roughness of getting shoved around on the bench by his smoking tight ass slowly faded away until he was so stretched out by the raw fucking of the beefy breeding stick that he didn't even have to relax anymore for the cock to find an effortless slip and slide motion through his straightened tract. It was kind of silly to think that he would be tired after the horse was done exercising him intimately and left a present of his fresh hot seed, but Softie knew this was just the beginning as he would be needed for more spirited mounts in the complex.

It was good for him that the heavy pounding wasn't tossing him in all directions like a bucking bull, or he wouldn't know how to cope with it. The fact his ass was flexible enough to roll with the punches was as surprising to Softie as it was convenient to everyone else that would be plowing him like a field of wild oats needing a bad seeding. He blushed at the thought such a metaphor brought to mind. His imagination ran wild with all those mighty stallions running roughshod over him while spewing their mating milk all over him.

The pressure and speed working its way inside him built itself into a kind of frenzied intensity inside his ass. It felt like his butt was about to sneeze, if he had been able to describe such an ecstatic feeling of fullness slurping around in his bowel like a slimy slithering tentacle covered in equine musk. What felt like a sneeze was not so, as he felt what must could only be the build up to a hands free orgasm without him needing to touch his own cock at all. With a common goal in mind, he tried to buck his hips back into the pounding mare filler as its throbbing heat nudged his hungry walls to a fully waking state of arousal.

Each hard thumping past his prostate and through his sensitive rectum seemed just barely enough to take him over the edge of his needful release. Even when he clamped down on the thick member to milk its inertia as it entered his body didn't finish the deed. And just when he thought that a few more thrusts would dump him over the waterfall of great unknown pleasures and allow him to cum like a female, it stopped abruptly with one last slam as the glans inflated like a spongy balloon and seeded him with a hot frothy enema of cum that exploded into his depths with the force and impact of an airbag going off. A little already spewing out from his tail hole like whitish beer foam to add to the mess that already mucked up the floor, but most of it stayed locked up inside.

That was where it was going to stay, for awhile at least. The stallion was already starting to pull his cock out, the wideness of the flared head scraping along Softie's bowel a bit painfully like a squeegee or windshield wiper of horseflesh as it made its way out of his body. He thought the steed was going to pull all the way out and let him relieve his burden all over the ground and the back of his thighs like a sloppy mare, but he was surprised to feel the flare keep vigil at the inner part of his anus like a buttplug to prevent anything from getting through. The feline had no idea what this could mean until the doggy took his cock from Softie's gaped mouth and sauntered with haughty lustful strides toward his rear end where he was denied from viewing what went on.

With a flared horsecock the only barrier that kept him from dripping all over the floor with his newly one dowry, the collie could probably take his time with firming up before burying his bone and knot as well. "You ready to play a little Raiders of the Lost Ark when I pull my cock away, hun?" The big musky stud teased with a waggle of his hips that caused Softie to moan from the strange unsettled sensation. So, was that the plan? He would get tied as soon as the horse popped his cock free like a handsome cork?

The collie wasted no time in stroking his maleness to a rock hard ready state for what the tiger could only assume would be a double helping of spoo that would make him feel quite bloated and pregnant, indeed. "Which part? The balancing act with the little brick-a-brack on the show stand or the giant boulder giving chase?" The canine purred with an eager woof and wag of his tail as his paws groped and fondled Softie's oozing butt with merciless hard squeezes and spanks.

At some unspoken signal, the horse suddenly backed away from Softie's helpless presented rear end in one quick flash of pain that lit up the tiger's eyes with a red blur and howl into his drool-slickened ring gag as he could easily feel the wide flare of his cockhead pop out of his anus just as something else equally quickly replaced it with one stab of passion. The collie grunted and shoved hard with his lithe loins until the monster boulder size knot seated itself inside him with a lingering heat and soreness that he thought wouldn't end even as he tried to push it back out with pathetic little mewls of discomfort until gradually becoming used to the unrelenting hard firmness of the canid's unnaturally bulbous throbbing breeding tool now snugly buried up his sore ripened ass.

At any other time, the speed that they made the switch without a single drop of spillage would be impressive, but after experiencing it in his most vulnerable region he had nothing but distress. "Both parts." The collie sighed in pleasure with a wiggle of his hips to ensure that he was properly tied to the horsecum-filled bitch and that nothing would be coming back out as he added his own special dogsauce to the mix gurgling and brewing about within.

Compared to the anthro horse, the collie's girth was much more difficult to feel as it moved around inside him. The only feature that he could easily discern was the knot bouncing around in his rectum and against his taut anus was the knot as it tried to decide which way it wanted to go with wild bucks of the canid's thighs. The long fur on those legs passed through Softie's shorter hairs on his butt and the back of his legs to tickle him mercilessly with those frantic one inch thrusts pistoning back and forth with passionate energy like a warm panting fuck machine.

Once tied to his natural adversary in the wild, one inch of leeway was all the canine had to work with. With the rapid hammering style that he was getting fucked ragged and pulled all over the place on the padded bench by the knot locked in his asspussy, Softie wasn't surprised that this would be the way a dog would need to fuck while a horse had a more savage elongated fuck session that made full use of his overall length. The question that surprised the tiger on such matters was how equines mysteriously knew how much of their cock they could pull back without completely slipping out of their mare by accident. Maybe one of these days when he wasn't so shy or gagged, he might ask one of the horsefurs about that not so little curiosity of his.

For an ongoing half hour, the lustful posh dogmale put Softie through a bearable even pace that stopped every so often just long enough for the collie's arousal to die down. Softie knew THAT technique quite well, as it helped dominant furs edge and milk out more of their cum in a ready position before they orgasmed. If he were less experienced a sub, he would almost believe that he was merely being teased by the other male on top, but Softie knew better. Whatever the collie was saving up for the tiger after so many near misses would be a much higher volume of dog juice than normal, and the knot would make sure that none of those sloppy male fluids bubbling around inside him would escape until the dog lost interest.

Each time the dommy male's pace slackened or sped up, Softie was misled into believing it would be the moment of truth and that his bowels would be that much creamier than before. And like each of those false starts, it was just the collie prolonging his pleasure and churning up the seed in his balls for a more vitalized explosion of his built up male essence. "I'm almost ready to go. Would one of you mind grabbing the horse-sized buttplug for me so we can keep this bitch stuffed till she's ready? I think we all agree that getting a mare bloated with cum is the best way to exercise and stretch bowels open for a much bigger cock than we happen to be equipped with." The collie chuckled with his inquiry as he waggled his knot playfully in Softie's plush ass and readied to spray his fresh hot milk in with the young virile stallion's so they could mix in the squirming femboy's cramping innards.

Softie had no idea what they had meant by horse size plug until he got a look at it for himself. The ponyboi brought back a shoebox from a shelf and what he pulled out of it like a dirty magic trick was a four inch thick silicone lifecast flared horsecock glans made into a in a rough buttplug shape. To say that it was big would be an understatement, as it would be a struggle to fit in into the place that even a monster knot of such size would leave behind. Popping this bad boy in would hurt, and it wouldn't be uncorked from his body without the help of a crane or maybe a team of draft horses harnessed to its base. Of course he was exaggerating on that last account, but not by much.

The two equines were holding the plug together like a rescue trampoline, combining both of their physical strengths to make this ordeal a bit faster and easier than what it must normally be like. Softie got the impression that once upon a time plugging someone with this monster toy was a one fur job, and it did not catch speedy enough results. "Whenever you're ready, me and my little sissy sister will step in and keep all that delicious milk in our broodmare." The big brother neighed out with an amused chuckle of lust as his half-erect cock banged lazily between his legs like a limp garden hose crusted with dried flakes of cum and still leaking pre on the floor.

His panting grew more frantic and his thrusts more erratic as he tried to ride out a last build to orgasm. Softie could feel it in his loins: this would be the finale he'd been waiting for. For good measure, the collie added sharp spanks on the tiger's rear as if to spur him on to the finish line like a racing horse. Tied up as he was, though, he couldn't do much more than squeeze tightly over the member in his body with his snug warm anal walls as it pumped faster on its climb to ecstatic glory.

Softie didn't think he could possibly feel more full than he already was, but he was mistaken as those big round dog nuggets sent spurt after spurt deep into his nethers like a doggie firehose being stepped on at random intervals. A blush filled his face as he had the very humiliating shape of a pregnant mare or cow so late in their gestation that they were about to whelp. The collie took a moment to rest and enjoy his steamy conquest as he waited for his knot to deflate to a more manageable level for pulling out. Only then could he consider pulling out and letting the two horsies take their massive cork and choke off any chance of him emptying his loads onto the floor like a well-fucked female of any large species.

One howl was all it took, apparently a lustful signal to be ready. "On the count of three, gents. Then I'll let you have her." The collie chuckled with vigorous tail wags as he started to wiggle his slightly smaller knot free as it began to shrink in size. Just as he made his announcement, the two horses rubbed the broad flat head of the plug against one of his reddish spanked buttocks to get it in position and smear what little cum or pre on it that managed to miraculously leak out, which didn't feel like much. Softie could only hope that his hole was loose and sticky enough in male fluids to make the entry of that beast somewhat bearable.

He could feel it if he concentrated, the slight grating of the knot as it wiggled around to pop free like one giant slippery buttplug of dogness. He also knew that when it came out, it would be sudden and it would hurt, but probably not as much as the stallion flare plug that would be replacing it. It was that strange moment that he dreaded and came to look forward to in some small demented way like he were a bad slut who needed a hard filling like in one of his darker fantasies that he dared not have fulfilled into reality. Dirty girl, dirty thoughts, that was the Softie way. There wasn't any way he could live those kinky dreams without being tied down and forced into them, and maybe this stable somehow knew that.

It was happening too fast, at least much quicker than he was expecting. In one blur of movement and a loud pop cracking the mild snorts of low whinnies and crack like a cork off a champagne bottle. His hole was left stung and aching as the knot left him prematurely before it could've deflated too much for a comfortable exit. Softie yelped into his open ring gag just as a new pain replaced it when two industrious fuckstuds combined their might to shove in the plug. To feel it scrape its way through the not so snug rings of his anus almost like a silicone toilet plunger slipping into a tiny hole was almost more than he could take as flickers of dashing stars filled his eyes from a combination of pain and hyperventilating.

It was the hard silicone flare that brought most of the pain, not being as soft and yielding to flesh as the real thing. He took a moment to get used to it as the males around him struck up their peculiar conversation on what sex toys were the best to use for opening up a stubborn butt to a horse. Oddly not very productive, as the stable already had a prerendered program for such an activity, anyway. At least he assumed they had protocols to follow for stretching out rumps, as this seemed more or less prepared for him in advance. In either case, they couldn't make a decision due to circumstances of bias, dogcocks for the collie and horsecocks for the two equines. He realized both toys had their merits on use, which is probably why they had all taken turns using him and flooding his butt with cum.

As he felt something bubbling up inside him, he knew it could only be the cum fermenting and building up a gradual uncomfortable pressure as it tried to escape his body. The cramps and urge to evacuate weren't bad yet, but they would get to unbearable levels if the plug were left seated up his not quite tight butt, his anus squeezing on the silicone to make the shiny flat base of the cock plug bounce up and down where it was visibly poking out of his tush. "How long are we going to leave that in before the mare is ready? It's been awhile since I had to do this and that was when my sissy brother had to be ready for the same gauntlet of cocks." Softie heard that and hoped it wouldn't be for long.

Softie wondered how long he was supposed to lay bound here with his tail full of cum and faux horse with his tail tied up. Was there a method to the wait, or did the ranch employees want him to suffer with their loads bubbling up inside him like fizzy soda. If he could ask, he would, yet he was also wary that such a question would only heap more kinky punishments on him just for being so bold. Just when his belly had rounded into a watermelon of spooge and gas, that seemed the signal they were waiting for as the big brother horse got a firm grip around the base of the toy for a good yank, which meant that the kitty would be empty and leaking all over the place very soon.

He was ready to pull because his muscles were tense and prepared to yank the plug free, but he was still waiting for something first. "We need something to catch all this spoo in. No sense in wasting it." The pony and collie cast their eyes around the tack room to find something that would do the job. By some silly irony, the collie found a pink doggie bowl with the word "bitch" in large black stencil on the side as if to declare his new job for all to see. What were they going to do with the bowl once he filled it up? Were they actually expecting him to slurp up what had come out of his own butt?

Something tickled on the back of his legs that Softie could already figure out was the pet dish being held in position for his lewd offering. The only warning he got that the plug would be leaving was a small twitch against the sensitive nerves of his anus before the palomino gave a loud grunting snort and ripped it out as fast as he could with a wet slurping pop. The torrent of cum that followed the sudden release went everywhere at first and got all the malefurs behind him all sticky with their own juices before the flow stoppered enough to leak into the bowl like sexy tree sap out of a tap spigot.

The overflowing vessel was taken around front and offered to him like cream. It was frothy, thick, fresh, and almost hot to the touch from the greater canid body heat that had infused the previous equine mixture with unmatched warmth. He blushed as there even seemed a special indentation worn into the padded leather under his nose where previous containers had been placed for slurping out of. So if it wasn't a doggie bowl that had been put there before, the practice of being fed cum right out of his own gaping hole at least seemed natural to them overall. "Better lick up every drop, sluttybuttkitten. you'll need the refreshment for what we have waiting for you." The collie growled with a wicked amused grin and wagging of his curled bushy tail.

Softie lowered his head to drink, getting his whiskers sticky with the male juices in the process. He would lap at them like a normal felidae would, except he knew that could take forever and he wanted to get done with this homoerotic brew of bubbly male juices as quick as possible. One thing he noticed with his first mouthful of the milky nectar was that two different varieties of cum did not mix so well. The horsey spoo had a more benign flat watery taste with a bit of hay flavor while the doggy batter had all the salty bitterness of half-cooked baby calamaris. If it was just horse semen, it wouldn't be that bad as the flavor would be very vague and comfortable to enjoy somewhat like sexy tofu.

When he wasn't drinking up the male cock brew fast enough, the collie male simply expedited the process by shoving his face down into it and making Softie drown in the cum for a second, his head coming up with a drippy cream facial almost like a pie in the face. He caught on fast that lingering over this prurient meal would not be a good idea. Not wanting to try their impatience, he took a big gulp of the stringy soup and almost immediately regretted it when the thick salty load of manjuice struggled to slither its way down his tight throat like chewing gum or a puddle of melted mozzarella cheese.

It was hard to get that unrelenting viscous goop to go down the right hole, and as a special bonus, to keep from gagging and choking on the gelatinous slime as it went down. Although mares never complained about having to gobble up such defiant loads of stallion spunk, Softie assumed it had something to do with their muzzles being much longer than his. With more distance away from the esophagus, it would help them work the load a little at a time for a much more manageable pace. Not so much feasible for his narrow short kitty face and button nose. Of course he could always be going about this the wrong way, as it might be the canid element in the spoo that gave it its creeping stubborn texture like saltwater taffy reaching for the back of his throat as if it were a blob monster.

Somehow he managed to gag most of the almost flavorless salty goop down, but even then the trio of impatiently waiting males were unsatisfied with his progress, the collie even going so far as to tap his footpaws like a stern governess over unruly Victorian children. "Don't leave any of it to waste. You must lick the bowl clean, too." And just like that, Softie knew it was an order because he wouldn't be going over until he did as he was commanded. That might've been a good thing, given what they had planned, but after the shock had set in the tiger was actually looking forward to getting violated by twenty plus inches of horsedick like it were going to go out of style the very next day.

Softie slurped and licked around the bowl noisily like it were the leftovers from baking a cake, the gelatinous cum sticking to his muzzle and whiskers almost like runny mayonnaise as he did his best to scrape the thick white nectar off the sides and into his mouth. Up near the top this proved especially difficult, as the cum had already begun to solidify into a kind of pie crust that he had to work at to break free. When he thought he had it all, he brought his face up in a grin of messy triumph as his shoulders sagged from the odd effort of trying to hold his face up in an awkward position. It was a strange bittersweet sensation like he were expecting a prize at the bottom of the cereal bowl if that prize had been a rough fucking in the ass from a wild needful musk-covered beast.

They didn't give him much time to get over that struggle, as he felt the cuffs on his limbs being unbuckled and left limply flayed open like soggy strips of bacon made wet by sweaty lustful adventures of getting pounded by dicks in triplicate. "A nice meal. A nice workout. I think she should be ready to be serviced." That was the collie, ever contrite and demented. As Softie lay there tired, the taller horse brother grabbed a towel off a rack and began rubbing down his body with it using vigorous massaging strokes. It actually felt kind of good despite the horse being a bit rougher than expected.

It was probably meant to dry him off and limber up the stiff muscles at the same time, but the tiger found himself vibrating as though he had been pummeled by loud bass out of a car stereo. If he were to talk, he'd probably sound as though he were talking into a running box fan. This also reminded him of the therapy some athletes received at sports medicine centers. The irony of strenuous sexual activity being compared to a sport wasn't lost on him, as both seemed to encompass similar things. Except athletic clinics didn't have rows of horny horses at a stud farm.

It seemed the massage ended before it really even began, although his muscles were less sore, especially the ones in his butt. This anthro stallion clearly knew a thing or two about working out aches in those about to take a good pounding. The fact he was also dry was plus since he knew that being naked and soaked down through the fur into his skin probably wouldn't be fun for however long they had him do his job. The collie took his reins wrapped in one paw and began to lightly tug on them to get Softie to dismount the padded bench. He took a moment to dance on his hindpaws as the cramps suddenly washed over sore muscles forced to be bent up for hours of sex.

They gave him a blessed moment of peace as he shook those cranks and crimps out of his legs, but even if he didn't have any cramps he would still walk funny after the disaster zone they turned his gaped anus into: there was hardly an easy way to massage that kind of pain out, so he walked with an unmistakeable strange limp as though he'd been on a horse all day. Well, he had, but not through any lingering sense of saddle soreness. His stride was wider than he liked, but after the way he'd been fucked, it eased some of the pain as he moved.

He was surprised at how shy he was to be naked and covered in a pony harness, but when he realized they were taking him out of the relative privacy of the tack room out into the stabling area for the horses, that was the moment when Softie balked and wanted to go no further. He dug his hooves into the concrete and pulled against the reins that the collie was leading him by. "We got a shy girl, here. Mind giving me a hoof, guys?" He could already sense the brother ponies behind him, but they didn't pitch in immediately. They seemed more amused to watch, than anything else.

Of course, Softie could also see that strange arrogant smirk in the older brother's face, and that once sheathed cock was again outside and hardening like a pole of drippy horsepower. A haughty expression like that wasn't easy to ignore, as it was a warning for some act of mischief to follow. "You want us to push or should I perform my signature mare movement method?" Softie immediately became suspicious, but he wasn't sure why. It was a strange complicated name for simply picking up a fur bodily and carrying them around like luggage. He assumed he might be riding that dick like a broomstick if it was hard enough for such a function.

No, he was mistaken. Of course he was, since he wasn't dealing with any normal chaste furs on a ranch like this. Everyone here had to oversexualize everything out of proportion to the point it was an alternate universe run by genital gods. The cock wasn't going between his legs, it was going up into them. Softie let out a nervous howl through his halter gag as he felt the warm slimy presence of something unmistakably hard and equine nudging up at his cheeks. Worse, his attempts to resist the collie pulling him in the hall only made him push against the big dick like a bayonet holding him hostage. It seemed he had two choices, and neither of them were very fun, not for him at least.

Then again, that did leave him somewhat curious. If he resisted, would the horse actually impale him on his dick? Was the equine actually strong and tall enough to pick him up bodily by his hips alone and carry the tiger over to some kind of breeding chamber? "You decide mare, but either way you are gonna come with us." The collie warned, making it no mild threat as Softie's cheeks burned with growing humiliation. Not just for the nudity and white pony play gear buckled all over his body and limbs, but because he was being treated like some dumb animal meant for fucking.

The tigerfox was mislead by the heat pressing behind much like a spear of stallion. What had first been an assumption of straddling that cock like a hobby horse or getting frog-marched with impatient jabs to move him forward that turned out to be neither. "Free pony ride?" The naughty fuckbeast jeered in a far too cheerful way as he poked his meat at the easiest target available and pushed his hips and half-flared cummy horseness forward while Softie reared back against the collie's leash pulling in resistance.

He quickly found resistance to either pressure on his body to be futile as the wide stubby crown of the equine rutstick slowly forced its way into the feline's ruined leaky hole like the perfect plug to seal his ass. The worse part was that while harnessed in the restrictive pony gear, even if he reached to pull the cock out of his sore hole, the hoof gloves wouldn't allow him to do much more than scrabble his useless covered paws over it. Several more inches of the hot cum-greased pole slipped in until he felt the soft leathery touch of scrotum and sheathe right against the sensitive spanked skin of his buttocks.

Just when he thought it was over and the stallion would cockhandle him where they wanted him, a strange thing suddenly happened that left Softie confused for a moment. Well, he knew the horse was both taller and stronger than him, but still hardly expected to be lifted up into the air by the girthy member alone. The only thing he considered himself grateful for at the moment was that he'd already been fully hilted by that dick so being completely impaled like this didn't hurt like it did going in the first time.

Speared on something like an intimidating throbbing flagpole, his hoof boot footpaws couldn't do much except wiggle in midair for a floor that didn't exist. He let out a nervous squeak as the massive horsefur started a spirited clopping march with lots of hip thrusts to jostle Softie around and give him a very bumpy pony ride. Assured the tigerfox wouldn't be running off anywhere, the collie dropped the reins slackly against the tiger's fuzzy chest with a chuckle, one strap even spanking across one of his cold-hardened nipples with brisk sharpness that made him meep and wiggle for release like a stranded fish all over again.

The soreness in his rump was made worse as the force of gravity threatened to almost tear the cock out of his ass through his spine. Of course his muscles and pelvis were too strong for that, but it still felt like he might fall apart between those shattering hip-thrusts and high-stepping trots of steel-shod feet. As bad as it was to be carried by anal sex, something worse confronted his acute nose to give him some clue where they were headed.

The room ahead that greeted them was much better lit than the rest of the stable with bright white lights shining from above almost like some surgical amphitheater. Surgery, no, but something much more feral. Beneath the strong smell of bleach and industrial grade disinfectant were older and far more wild smells soaked into the floor. The sweet-enhanced scents of equine semen and leaked vaginal fluid from countless horsey "dates" hung on the air like the dusty musk of books in an ancient library. A library wasn't too strange a comparison, as there must be some ongoing catalogue of all the horse's genetic material left here, to be referenced by nose index.

Aside from a mostly open space, there was also a chute for holding a mare in place very similar to two fences put parallel to each other. In front of the mare examination/insemination chute was a piece of equipment Softie was very familiar with, if only because he fapped to documentaries of mating horses. Even so, he didn't recognize this model as anything made on the mass market or built DIY from two broken water heaters welded together and put on reinforced struts.

For all intents, it looked like a bulky fake hollow horse with a hole in the back big enough for penile insertions of any equine girth. It even had a tail in the way of a plain wide strip of leather that could hide the gloryhole for some silly sense of modesty or get secured to either side of the padded cushion atop. A cushion no doubt designed to hold a stallion during his happy pounding.

He could already see the cracks in the armor where the top half of the phantom mare could be unlatched and removed, but why? Did the whole top and head need to be removed just to insert or remove one fake vagina collection sleeve? ""Hurry up with that Trojan mare so I can put this slut down." The older brother grunted, not too impatient or strained, but full well knew something distressing in advance that the tigerfox didn't.

The secret was out as soon as the collie and femboy pony removed the phantom's top half to reveal something Softie hadn't known but probably shouldn't have been surprised to see. Inside, there was not just space for one horse-sized masturbation sleeve, but room for a whole fur of average size. Once he figured out they were going to lock him in that empty cavity and use a mare in heat outside the mount to entice every pent up stud to hop up and fuck into the hole like a horsemeat train, softie had reasonable cause to panic and want to escape his oversexualized stallion circumstances. Except, it was already too late to flee.

He let out a loud roar and struggled with the much larger male holding him speared in place. Despite his unwillingness to provide sexual relief from the tight confines of such a bulky thing, he didn't really have any choice as the collie and pony were wiping down the padded black leather with soaked alcohol dripping rags.

By the time they finished rubbing the cushion down with towels, he had already worked himself to an exhausted stupor with his squirming and still came no closer to escape as the stallion stud casually walked him over to seexual solitary confinement with slow deliberate loud clops of his hooves and brisk shakes of his creamy tan tail.

If the tiger weren't gagged and helpless, he would certainly have some choice words to share for this unexpected turn of events. "Okay, once I let the mare off my dick, this becomes a three fur job to hold her down and get her up there." At that point he was close enough to the phantom breeding mount that he could reach out and touch the tough hardened black plastic with one of his hoof mitts. He wouldn't be breaking out of there even if they didn't strap him down within.

Now that he was so close, he could also see another detail he didn't like so much. When they put Softie in the fake fuck mare, his paws and feet would go down into the plastic horse's legs and prevent him from moving that much more. The straps were less a broad band that went over the back and more a leather harness that went over his whole body while restraining his tail to the side. There were even special increments in the restraint for different lengths of tails to make such an operation easier.

The space was so gloomy and foreboding that the tiger thought he was being fed into a giant dragon maw as a kind of virgin sacrifice, even if his more rational side knew this to be silly. almost as a kind of signal, the thick horse rod left his gaping sloppy asscunt with a loud slurp and he was grabbed by all three nude males to be lifted up into the awaiting depths as all his hoofed limbs scraped helplessly down the wide legs of the phantom in his struggles. Even if he weren't tied down, Softie had doubts he could clamber back out of those polished chasms without assistance. He doubted the harness was to hold him down, and more for holding him steady in place while each violent horsecock shoved him around like a thick whirlwind of dicks.

Even without the cover locked in place, he could already feel the breeze on his tailhole from the way he was positioned by the opening for the cocks while they buckled the leather harness down over him and made certain that his long fluffy tail wouldn't be rescuing his virgin depths anytime soon. The bonds were thick and he was moving around to see how snug they were: there was no way he could wiggle far enough away to keep those rampant drippy horsedicks from popping through the hole and slapping against his upturned buttocks with enough force to spear him in one jab like a shishkaslut.

The last step of his tail was completed, the collie taking the time to lace it up along his spine to ensure it couldn't wiggle free and hinder the horny horses coming to use him. After that, they lifted the heavy cover back on top and left Softie in a state of constant near darkness as the males clicked the latches back in place so it wouldn't fall off. It was a very snug fit, as he could feel the horse-contoured plastic pressing firmly into his back, and also suspected he might feel more pressure when a horse was actually on top plowing his ass with wayward drippy thrusts trying to find the fake mare's gloryhole. Outside, he could hear them in a dispute as they argued which horse to bring over for relief first. Since Softie knew none of these animals by name or reputation, he didn't know what to expect once they decided on their pick of the breaker stallion.

Softie was no breeder of horses, but it wasn't difficult to figure out that the breaker stallion was the one who got dibs on a mare's virgin sex and every horse following would be left with a gaping mess of sloppy seconds that would only get progressively worse until he'd been worked so loose by big cocks that the feral studs would work him over that much harder and longer until they managed to orgasm for themselves. What would that first feel like, and how would it feel when he was finished and had to walk around with the damage they had caused to his poor abused rump?

Just as things were about to become more absurd and he thought they might have a battle royale or rock-paper-scissors to decide, the trio came to a unanimous decision to let Jester go first. The tigerfox hybrid soon learned that Jester was their Welsh pony with an overabundance of fuckmeat that he must've got from some other larger breed that his ancestors had bred with. That was the legend, anyway, as no one within the stable's recent history could figure out why a pony had such a massive tool to play with.

Perhaps his name was Jester because his flamboyantly contrasting equipment was a joke for whoever had named him in the first place. It was hard to say, but Softie knew one thing pretty well: his first non-sentient sex partner might only be a pony, but if the collie's humor and light-hearted bragging were to be taken seriously, Softie doubted he'd be getting off easy when their little stallion clown comes to town. He wondered how bad it could be compared to the two anthro horses that had already loosened him up with their comparatively inadequate dicks.

There wasn't much time to figure it out as two of them left to go get some horses. Again this hardly surprised Softie as they were probably grabbing a mare in estrus and the pony that would get the dubious honor of being the first to fuck a femboy tiger up the butt before all the rest of his horsey friends got in their poke. He could just barely hear the torrential rain outside his tight tomb, but it did wonders to relax his anxiety over getting turned into a horse's cock sock and filled with warm stringy seed like a tiger pinata.

He had almost begun to fall asleep in the cum-smelling cocoon when he heard the much louder stamping of hoofsteps than any anthro horse could possess. Softie could even smell the wet musk of one of them and assumed they had come in out of the rain, perhaps an open paddock attached to a stud box stall. It wasn't unusual for a horse to have a private space to run around if they were deemed too volatile to keep around the rest of the population. Then again, stallions seldom played nice with each other when mares were around, as their instincts would kick into overdrive and make them fight sometimes.

It was probably Jester coming in wet then, unless the mare had already been exercised and came in late from the rain. Either way, he only smelled one wet horse as the other had a nice sweet dry straw clinging to their pelt. "Hey, little man. You're getting a nice treat. I know it's been hard to find mares in your size, but this is your lucky day. Actually, this will be a lot of horse's lucky day as they haven't had a tight hole to stretch in awhile." That sounded like the older equine brother, and the tiger didn't doubt the statement in the least. Ponies probably did have trouble in a riding stable since mares weren't on their level.

Just as he thought they were going to get down to business, he heard a bucket being filled with water from a sink somewhere in another room. That was probably the sound of Jester about to get all the smegma and dirt washed off his dick. After a brief time followed by the bucket being dumped down a drain after a pony cock bath, nothing else seemed to happen. Softie wondered why there was such a lapse in time for why his ass wasn't already shoved full of horsemeat. Almost half an hour passed by and then he got his answer as an empty bucket filled up nearby with an angry torrent of water that was disjointed and erratic. Someone was taking a big piss, and my the lack of musk, it was the mare that had emptied herself into the bucket.

Still unable to see anything, the bucket slid away and was taken off somewhere into the same room as the sink. "Do you have the J-Lube for the breeder special?" Okay, he knew that lubricant was a very powerful effective variety that could help with any large insertions. Usually with horses, but furs also used it for fisting and big arm-sized dildos. So they had it, but what were they doing with it? He got his answer fairly soon when the collie padded casually back into the love nest carrying something somewhat heavy that put his pace off balance.

Softie was only seconds from learning what they had planned and all of the warning that came with a squirt from a tube of hand lubricant like a doctor might use for a rectal exam. There were some greasy nasty wet slurping sounds as lube jelly was spread along a rubber surface and then crudely shoved into him without thought like a big cold finger that made his hole pucker up and the slutkitten to shiver. Once it was deeply inside him, the person on the other end grunted and pushed down on something, a ramrod on a syringe that injected what must have been a gallon of very hot steamy lube into his butt. When the tip pulled away and left his hole unplugged enough to squirt and dribble, he smelt it in the air: fresh warm estrus mare piss was leaking out of his ass like a slippery waterfall back out the stallion gloryhole and onto the floor. Soon this was followed by the rest of the urine in the bucket being splashed on the back of the phantom itself to further entice the stud to mount.

Softie did remember one complication that might save his ass, even as the tethered Jester was making all the fuss and effort he could to mount the big plastic horse in the middle of the room. If he last remembered, wasn't the phantom a bit too tall and unreachable for equines of his size. Not that he claimed to be any expert on equines, but he knew that a little guy like that wouldn't be able to do much more than sniff the pussy of a mare this height since he was not equipped in stature for much else.

Just as he was beginning to think they'd made a mistake and were going to get a bigger mount, the collie surprised him by wheeling out some kind of special platform they called 'the pitcher's mound' amongst each other in stud farm terminology. He could even hear it scrape and bump against the back legs of the phantom even if he had no clue what it looked like, though he doubted it would be too complex as hooves were easy to trip up and a falling pony wasn't fun for anyone. The mound was now in place and all they needed was their superstar to throw the first pitch into Softie's piss-dripping bowels like a stallion fast ball.

They had untied him from the wall because Jester was coming, and he was coming hard. Softie didn't have to see to know that floppy pony dick was hard and waggling between his short pony legs like a baseball bat. The muffled stamping of his hoofsteps came closer and then there was a loud thumping of small coconuts on hollow wood as he climbed up on the platform and made the plastic shell of the mounting aid creak beneath a few hundred pounds of weight as his energetic legs danced around on the top trying to find the right hole, which wasn't difficult since the phantom and Softie both only had one and it was merely a matter of aligning them properly for the first experimental thrust of his malehood.

Something hot poked through the back, choking off the normal peculiar draft that came into the hole uninterrupted. Softie shivered as he felt soft satin fur trace along his hole and buttocks, sniffing in the pheromones of mare followed by several long lips to taste his readiness of heat. After the slurping of that rough tongue came through his cheeks, Jester began to scrape his teeth through the tiger's fuzzy butt since the opening was large enough to fit his muzzle into but not enough room to open his jaws for any true love bites like he was used to in his regular equine foreplay. Softie mewled out shyly as he felt those blunt teeth scraping around on his butt with the occasional tasting out with the sloppy tongue trying to enjoy the drippy essences gushing from his ruined gaping love tunnel.

He let out little grunts and growls while helpless to the plucky pony having their way with him. After enough time having his buns tenderized by blocky sharp teeth, the satiny soft muzzle left the hole long enough to stick something else through that needed attention. Softie let out a gasp as Jester mounted the phantom mare again, resting his weight on the hard black plastic enough for him to feel the pony above. Then came the poking: his cock was blindly poking around in the dark hole, either under his balls, around his tail, or nudging around his buttocks and not quite hitting the mark. The few thrusts that came close to the targeted tailhole hurt a bit in their intensity as Softie finally surrendered to his situation and hoped the pony would get it right soon.

Jester turned out to be a joke on the tiger, not that he was in the position to laugh about it. While the stud was indeed a male equine of some type, he quickly gave himself away as no pony with a loud braying laugh that only one breed of equidae produced. Jester was a donkey and his tool was no doubt bigger than that of the average small horse. In fact, he was already flared and trying to shove it into Softie, as the trapped malefur could feel the hot spongy lump battering around between his crack to find the proper hole.

And when it entered him, it did so with no moderation or mercy as it plunged fully up his rump right to the balls in one effortless hilt of pulsing jackass flesh. Some of the drippy donk juices from the floppy pounding dong were already leaking out all over his legs and balls like warm glaze. As it moved around inside him, the tiger found himself getting bounced like one big fuzzy jello mold as his buttocks stretched obscenely wide around that shaft and jiggled like the male version of Baywatch.

In and out faster than he could count as he heard uncertain hoofsteps shuffling around on the hollow wood platform like boots. There was also a flurry of scraping as the donkey struggled to get a firm grip on the hips of the mount with his forehooves while drilling his cock with sudden halted humps of muscular hips that threatened to break Softie in two if he didn't manage to stay relaxed and accepting of the frantic pounds as he was.

His teeth ground anxiously on his gag as the rapid pounding widened out his ass almost like a rubber donut as Softie tried to weather his booty plundering. The only good thing about equines was that they might handle their fuck toy in a rough way, but at least it ended quickly depending on the tightness of the hole in question and the drive in their loins to fill that hole by seminal instinct. Not longer than a minute, the tiger felt an unexpected blossoming of girth as the glans flared and filled his bowel with an almost searingly hot mixture of donkey spooge.

As Jester dismounted with one savage pull of his floppy donkey dick, it left a cavernous leaking hole where Softie's plush squishy tailhole used to be, draining with equine juice all over the floor and the back of his thighs like thick salty yogurt that had been microwaved. He didn't know if he should feel relief or annoyance that the donkey had used and discarded him too soon for the feline to get any joy from the wide blunt horsecock sawing across his tight knot of prostate, much less be able to cum from the sensation of those talented thrusts.

As he recovered from the shame of being so suddenly violated by an animal, he could hear the silly jackass stomp off the wood platform to have his penis washed and be put back in his stall. The scents of the cum wafting into his nose almost made him spurt his own pathetic loud out of his barbed cock then and there, but then his daydreaming was ruined by a loud bray as a content and sexually satiated donkey was led away while the collie grunted and struggled to push away the heavy lumber stage that the smaller equines required to have their chance at mating.

He was sore, but comfortable, as all that gradual stretching elasticized his ass in such a nice gradual way that he had confidence in taking any size dong they could throw at him. The main issue he could foresee was the gap allowed by his pelvis, but physicians had always complimented him on his wider than normal feline hips, which was strange but flattering from horsefurs. Perhaps those horse doctors had future designs to give him more than a prostate massage one day, not that he could blame them. Softie could make a safe assumption that they'd seen some of the homemade porn he had put out there featuring his adventures in silicone shafts.

A loud whinny trumpeted into his thoughts and shut down what he was reminiscing on as something that was clearly not silicone began to ooze a strong musky pheromone into the air that was decidedly not as sweet or mild as donkey. This was strong and intoxicating, creating an odd honeyed mix of mist as it mixed with the heat vapors exuded from the nearby mare. He almost gagged on those wild fumes as they filled his mouth with feral spice, his cock now more than painfully hard as the barbs were fully spread out and scratching anything in range, namely the leather pad and his sensitive tummy. No doubt he would have a few scratches from that, but in the meantime-

Without warning, the collie made a loud sniffing noise and made a muffled observation the trapped feline couldn't hear. It wasn't the noises that were unexpected, but what followed them as the canid fiddled with something beneath the phantom mare, some peculiar escape hatch between its hard plastic legs, then his cock dropped free into the cold drafts outside the mount. Unable to see, it wasn't hard to imagine his maleness dangling around between the fake horse's legs like its own ravenous conquering dick. It really made him think that maybe this fake horse wasn't a mount mare, but a plastic stallion or gelding due to the silly hatch on the belly.

It couldn't possibly serve any function to a female trapped in the mount as her plumbing would be straight back and her breasts would be up front with the rest of her. This whole contraption was just designed from the ground up to abuse and molest malefurs, and he still couldn't figure out why. As they washed this new taller (he assumed they were taller since they didn't need a mount to pitch their fastball) stallion's penis off with gentle soap and warm water from a bucket, Softie let out a soft surprised groan when the white femboyish pony crouched low between the stiff black plastic legs like an ominous presence and began to wash down his proud member and big balls as well, the barbs catching on the rag every so often in discomforting snags that made him scowl a little. As much as he wanted to cum from his cock sponge bath, the pony was too clever and cruel to allow such a thing to happen.

As much as he was glad for the contact on his painfully erect kittydick, the whole procedure of cleaning was merely a hygienic gesture for what was to follow. Softie let out a harsh growl into his gag as something flexible was poked at the tip of his cock, a greasy lubed open end stabbed at his urethra until it worked its way in. The tiger/fox hybrid shivered as a foot of silicone tubing was shoved up his plumbing right to outer sphincter of his bladder opening and left there, the other end cut with a pair of surgical scissors and attached to a cold metal circular dome plate of steel that shrouded his ultra sensitive tip in a metal helmet. The strange burning sensation of tubing covered in slimy sterile obstetrical lube slowly subsided as he tried to force out the full sensation in his bladder from all that urine that still hadn't escaped.

He found the whole thing strange, as being stuck with a catheter would make urinating easier. Not so with this case, as it seemed more and more obvious that the end of the tubing had been blocked off by some kind of plug until they were ready for him to release. The whole thing was uncomfortable as well as a bit scary, not being able to go to the bathroom on his terms. Briefly, he wondered if they would be lewd about it and make him suck cocks to earn himself relief from that slow building pressure.

Just when he was squirming in a pathetic whimpering state and about to explode, he was granted a mercy of sorts as the plug was popped off like a cork and his bladder emptied loudly into the bucket like a waterfall. It felt so good to be empty again, it was almost orgasmic. Then came more surprises for things that he wasn't expecting. First, they slid a tight ring down to the base of his cock so that he would never lose his erection and they could derive as much fun out of a big tiger cock as much as they wanted, and second, an unusual touch to his penis as it was pulled a bit higher in the air as the tip was attached to another hose.

There were two eye holes on the phantom horse he could see through located at the plastic nostrils, and through these he watched as some odd device was attached to the teaser mare's rear end under her tail. Before he could even begin to figure out what it was for, silicone tubing was attached to it at the same time he felt light tugs and pinches on his cock from the hose. They were planning to let her fill him with her own fresh steaming hot piss, and even had a nice big bucket for her to drink out of. Softie stared, stunned and aware that he would have a long day of being flooded with equine fluids into any orifice a sadist imagined.

He thought she would start with relieving herself right then, but he was granted a biological reprieve for an unknown time as he felt a tiny leaking sensation going up into his bladder from what could he only imagine as her copious dribbling pussy fluids out of her wide floppy sex. There wasn't any doubt that if she filled him up with all those pheromone-laced fluids, he wouldn't be able to keep the big stallions off him, and her estrogen might even replace his own musk from the inside out to make him smell like a mare on a semi-permanent basis, as horse hormones were very intense and powerful.

There wasn't enough of her horse hormone honey draining into his cock to be much of a problem. The bigger issues was that his bladder was absorbing her female chemicals and replacing his via sweat and mucous until her bodily fluids overcame the scent of his own. Another big problem was that big horse was still here in the stud room and waiting for some kind of permission or approval before he could impale the poor wide open kitty butt with a bulging bouncy spear of horsemeat at least two feet long and as thick as a canned drink. The donkey was bad on his own, but this coming threat of stallionhood would be a monster of Godzilla proportions in an equine package.

A loud whicker penetrated the gloom of his tiny world, never letting him forget his new role in life. Outside he heard the harsh scraping of teeth against the dense plastic as the stallion gave the phantom a romantic grooming session on the hard rounded butt, the noise echoing inside and sounding like pebbles falling down the flanks. It was very annoying and almost distracted him from what would follow, but then he heard a different kind of scraping as blunt shoed scrabbling forehooves scrambled for purchase on the polished surface while an excessively heavy barrel of chest slid into place to the point that Softie could feel the pressure on his lungs like he were snorkeling under a few feet of water.

The weight wasn't so bad, and he knew it would be lifted very soon. His main complaint was what was taking place behind as he heard a floppy large penis smacking wetly against the hollow shell in futile slithering movements to find the right hole. Softie heard padded footpads from the collie as the canid hastily walked over and grabbed onto the wild jabbing girth of shaft to get it in the right hole, but even this was almost a wasted effort as the sloppy dribbling glans had to navigate its way into the more intimate hole of the tiger's cum-wrecked black-skinned butthole.

As with the donkey before, this steed too had difficulty in poking his phallus into the right hole, the slimy cockhead sliding all along his silky warm fur like a beast torpedo as it stroked along his buttocks and just glanced off the edge of his anus several times, never seeming to succeed. Either the angle of penetration was tricky, or his tail hole was still tight for all but the most direct attacks. The latter wouldn't be hard to imagine, since regular horses had cocktips almost twice as big as the smaller brand of equines.

It was fairly obvious that his frustrated grunts and wayward pokes that he still couldn't find the right hole to empty out his balls. The anthro malefurs nearby gave the feral fuck beast a few minutes to get the job done right on his own, but when his repeated humps ended in nothing but failure, they seemed to work together as a group to line up the horse straight with the dummy's spine and deflected his bouncing two and a half feet of maleness down to the level of the tiger's taunting striped butt.

Bullseye! Softie let out a surprised muffled squeak with tears in his eyes as the wide blunt barely lubed head managed to deform itself into such a shape that it could enter him without trouble. As much as it hurt going in with that unmerciful rough shove of two massively muscular thighs, at least the drippy breeding organ went in as a semi-flaccid state instead of fully rock hard. It felt like two furniture movers were trying to shove a long foam baseball bat up his asshole as hard as they could, his tail still stinging from the offense from his overly stretched elastic ring as the fullness caused mild pain and discomfort like he had a really big hard dump to take and was unable to do so.

His pathetic mewling cries of pain were ignored as a foot and a half of horse was pulled back like a bowel-scraping squeegee of almost flared glans, only to get shoved back up just as fast. Once the stallion figured out he had the right hole, instincts took over to give the tiger a very bumpy ride as he weathered the assault of several thrusts in a second as the horse seemed to be in a race to unload his balls as quickly as possible. Equines being a very passionate prey species with a rapid sexual pace and an oversensitized needy glans, it didn't take long for the stud to near his orgasm. Softie could feel it incoming by the way the animal harried his pistoning pumps of leaky shaft, several hot spurts of precum already gushing out of his tender ass like a dam under pressure.

The quickening speed of sexual desperation came to a sudden stop as the stallion's tip ballooned out in all directions like a fuck airbag and began sending high velocity jets deep up his bowel like a semen firehose, the remainder of the cum finding nowhere else to go from the sealed ass and sprayed back out under high pressure between the loose wrinkly skin of the throbbing shaft, the tiger aware to feel as the thick raised inch thick tube of urethra made numerous undulating spurts in time with the heavy male's impassioned breathing. When the big critter was done filling his involuntary mare with his seed, he dismounted hastily with a loud pop of his tied flared glance that caught Softie's inner rim like a much too large inflatable plug or engorged knot coming out the hard way, leaving his ass wrecked wide open and leaking milky juices all over his thighs and buttocks where it could pool in the phantoms hollow hind limbs and Softie was able to paddle his footpaws in the two lewd steamy hot puddles of cum gunk like so much gelatinous equine pudding.

The horse was left to enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm as his flaccid malehood collapsed back into his sheath like a deflating meat balloon, the satiated beast nibbling on the plastic horse's neck in courtship bites to show affection in his mild exhaustion. Softie would've found it a bit more amusing and cute if the mare hadn't decided to relieve herself at that moment, her piss gushing down into the funnel beneath her tail and right up Softie's cock and bladder thanks to the efforts of siphoning and gravity. He could smell her feminine musk on the air in strong fumes as her fluids splashed out noisily and forced their way under pressure up softie's catheter into his bladder. The unexpected heat and fullness made him panic for a moment as he tried to strain his muscles to force all that equine pee out with little success, only forcing out trapped air and causing the funnel to bubble up briefly like a urinal cauldron. Her pee was there to stay until someone merciful let him release the load.

Resigned to having horse juices pumped into his body from two different directions, he was a little relieved when the stallion finally dismounted the phantom and allowed himself to be led away back to his enclosure for whatever sexually fulfilled male horses did on their time off, the pressure off of Softie's back also lightening the squeeze on his overstuffed feline bladder. With one worry over, there was a new concern. How many horses were left that needed his mount services? This wasn't an overly large horse farm, but there were still quite a select number of fine horseflesh on the roster to pound him silly. He wasn't absolutely sure, but there might even be some big heavy plow horses the size of trucks and packed with muscle ready to really give a hapless mare some breeding discipline.

Just when he thought he had deciphered their routine and was trying to prepare his sore abused tail for the next invasion of his wrecked inner space, one of the anthro pony brothers threw him for a loop by sticking something through the hole and into his helplessly widened hole that was very dry and scratchy, rubbing it around his forcefully straightened bowel before yanking it out. From out of the dim nose holes he could see the white femboy equine marching away mischievously with a broomstick handle that had a cum saturated terry towel wrapped and tied amply to the tip. So was this the way they would be cleaning him out between mountings so that there wouldn't be too much mess? He had no clue whatsoever.

As humiliated as the tiger was to see that tightly bound towel on the pole like a ramrod for cleaning out the barrel of a muzzle loading cannon, he was also instantly grateful to notice that cum was all there was to see. Since he saw no blood, there was a good chance he took no serious injury or perforations, which meant that this farm knew what it was doing when it used malefur's tight asses as convenient substitutes for the real thing. At some point, a stallion would be too horny and desperate to be picky when it came time for him to pound the stuffing out of some tight helpless hole.

Another odd thing was that the farmhands were well aware that semen tended to collect in the phantom's legs, so one of them popped open a rubber gasketed plug in turn, letting the congealing cum drain into an awaiting bucket with loud harried splashes until it sounded quite full. The tall brother lifted the sloshing container onto a reinforced intravenous bag stand so that Softie could see the nifty spout poking out of the bottom like an iced tea dispenser. It was at that moment that he noticed his bladder was reflexively emptying itself into a drain on the floor as the older anthro equine hooked his catheter hose to the cumbucket spigot. The cum flowed very slowly down the tube like thick oozing maple syrup right up his dick, filling his bladder with sticky viscous pints of white stud molasses in a gradual agonizing fashion that would take a fair amount of time. With the slow forced filling, he almost regretted the stinging hot mare piss by comparison due to its much greater speed going in to fill him.

The best was yet to cum as the collie shined a flashlight into the dark recess of the phantom's hollow head, working a clear plastic tube down from one oversized nozzle and right into Softie's open gag where he couldn't get rid of it no matter how he shook his head. He didn't know what the tube was for until he saw the end of it attached to the collection reservoir of a large ten pound steel and rubber bladder collection device for hard equine penises. All of that pre, semen, and gel would be shooting right down the tubing into his muzzle like hot horse yogurt, his body shuddering in anticipation as he wondered if he could manage to gulp it all down before he drowned in the musky male fluids soon to be shooting down that hose at high speed .

Another loud whinny pierced the near silent realm of his heavy excited breathing and straining cock as it struggled to take on all those slowly moving gobs of stagnating crusty stallion sauce, the feline well aware what this new unseen force of horse would be putting his dick into as a substitute while his hole recovered enough to continue its ponyiotic duty to the needy dripping herd. It didn't surprise him to feel that great weight smothering ever so slightly on his elongated body, but this time the wildly flaying cock wouldn't be entering him as one of the ponies quickly grabbed hold of his shaking member and parried its animated animalistic jabs into the nice soft water-filled rubber balloon of the hot water vagina tunnel. Once he found his place, he began humping with a loud intensity with sloppy wet slurping noises as his slippery snake burrowed deep and let loose several sprays of impregnating honey like syrup, the white body heat temperature stuff shooting around in the tubing until it spurted out all over his tongue and teeth like gooey chunks of white chocolate.

Just as he thought, the eight ounces of goopy volume was manageable to slurp down as it didn't flow down the tube all at once, but instead in manageable little squirts that he could just barely gulp down if he concentrated on moving it down his throat despite the overall oily thickness of the fertile spunk. This was the easy part, but not so with what else these deviant stable caretakers had planned for his already aching butt. "The mare needs refreshment. Go get the icicle so we can give it to her in a way she is most accustomed." The collie male giggled as he patted the plastic horsebutt while leading a spent horse away back to his box.

Softie didn't particularly understand what this mention of icicle meant, but given what he'd already been through it wouldn't bode well for his ass. Observant suspicions were proven as the white pony wheeled along something on a cart that had cold vapors wafting off of the surface, obviously having just come out of the walk in freezer where racks upon racks of collected chilled horse semen must be stored for anxious buyers of high quality spoo. From the outline, it seemed to be some kind of old yellowed plastic mold or protective merchandise cover for a toy at a store.

When enough of the mist had faded away and the frost had melted from the outer cover, the tiger could see what was laying inside in a tiny melting puddle of dew. Though he'd never bought such a thing for himself, this was clearly a retail package for a horse dildo. On top of that curiosity, he could also see that the form-fitting plastic had been used to make a dong out of ice, and given that all too familiar shape within, he knew exactly what they were going to do with it as the caramel-furred stallion put on a pair of cotton oven mitts with snowfur decals to take it out of the mold once it had thawed out enough to detach itself and self-lube for the first intimidating icy thrust into his asspussy.

The feminized ponykitty had no choice but to await the deft frigid intrusion into his bowels by the big heavy wonder, the tan stallion carrying the long instrument of sexual torment around slowly with a solemn air somewhat like an executioner with a hefty axe. "We are going to have to feed the slut through tubes for awhile while this thing melts inside her. Won't that be some fun?" He neighed out with a mild chuckle as the clopping of his hooves eventually made their way to the plastic horse butt and the oh so very convenient fucking hole.

Softie let out a muffled squeal of protest as he felt the once hot steamy air around his ass by so much humid musk and cum was now being replaced by an unusual drafty cold even as he felt icy droplets fall onto his buttocks and gaping tailhole, causing the buttkitten to shiver from those tiny touches of cold to his intimate areas alone. The presence of numbness and frozen burning only grew as the wet slippery glans of the icicle dick inched its way closer until he could feel it only an inch from his puckered asshole and ready to stab in with one go.

When it touched against his tail hole and caused a shiver to go up and down his spine as his anus clenched tight purely as a reaction to the alien presence, he knew things were going to get very bad and intense soon and exacerbate his discomfort all the more. "Here we go. Is the mare ready to take her medicine?" Even if Softie weren't gagged and capable of an answer, the horse wasn't going to give any pause as he got all of his weight behind the base of the hard intruder before pushing on it with surprising strength, Softie's butt involuntarily gulping up all fifteen inches of shaft and four inches of thickness like a horsecock scabbard. As his ass spasmed from the intense icy grip permeating his insides like cramping marble claws, it tried to push it back out without his own will to do so and was yet denied as the tan horse shoved some strange rubber plug into the plastic mare gloryhole that prevented the ice dong from going anywhere as it slowly melted to his body heat and made Softie all the more miserable for its presence buried deep within.

A growing helpless series of shivers coursed through his body as the full effect of the ice struck him like cold lightning, his loosened hole unable to remove it and ensured that Softie would be stuck with the defiant pillar for a long time. Stuck with the dildo, he did his best to concentrate his attention and limited vision on other things while his cock erected of its own volition and bounced up and down against the plastic belly like the phantom were engaging in some feral masturbation with a barbed dick. "That should keep the slut very busy. Let's get that milk out and make a meal of it." The collie, who seemed to be the leader, took the empty enema bucket and put it down below the phantom's belly and unhooked the tube that connected to Softie's catheter, letting all the sticky body warmed horsecum drain loudly into the bucket with several splashes.

The tigerfox had a good guess where all that musky feline accented horse seed was going to go, and was soon confirmed as he felt the warm goo drizzling down the flexible tubing into his trapped open maw like piss-flavored equine yogurt slowly draining into an already full belly. He struggled to guzzle down as much as he could, but some gobs still managed to escape around the corners of his lips to make his chin and whiskers all messy with the kinky filth. Just as he thought he could lay there and suckle down cum while waiting for the big frozen dildo to take its gradual time melting down in his bowel in one massive tundra enema, he was treated to another surprise he should've expected when one of the malefurs gave the phantom mount an ad hoc tracheotomy by opening an unknown plug in the wide plastic throat perfectly wide enough for bestial cocks.

As he tried to face the fact that he would be seeing horse dicks up close, he also came to the startling conclusion that the ring gag which had been put on him was indeed wide enough indeed for some smaller horses and ponies to shove their cocks down his throat like gagging sausages full of squirting gravy. Softie was hoping his first throat fuck by a horse would be somewhat enjoyable, but given what had already been done under his tail, he didn't have much hope as he worried while gobbling down a meal flavored by his own scent. Just as he finished his meal and the hose was yanked out from the plastic nostril up above, they brought over his first customer.

Through the hole he could see a stocky white-furred body with four strong squat legs. The best view was that pink wiggling sheath and balls like so much strawberry pudding, the humid genitals between the stud's legs throbbed and wiggled fatly with every stamping motion of those hind legs and flicking tail. He was a small boy compared to the other horses that he had his fill of, the large pony sniffing and snorting as his excitement grew to the smell of heat misting up the room like an aphrodisiac mist of mare. Perhaps the best part was the silly steed's reaction to the estrous as he dropped his member like a floppy jello-filled bread bag down around his knees like a pink snake, drooling copious fluids all over the floor like a leaky spigot.

The perfume of heat condensed in the air was nothing compared to the unexpected wall of primal male musk that overcame every other smell in the room like a hot canopy of horse stink. Softie breathed in deep with a little pleased shiver travelling across his spine with a tingle of lust matched only by the melting iceberg buried up his butt. As much as he was worried about taking that floppy sausage down his throat, the smell of it was making him hungry in a most carnal lustful way that left him wanting and foregoing any sense of caution or fear.

He was entranced by the sinuous throbbing of it right in front of him as the pink cobra splattered his shy face with juices as it jabbed haphazardly in every direction except his open tunnel of a mouth, even a few of those misses tickling right off the outside of his lips to give him a good impression of that blistering equine bodyheat surging down the rigid tool like steam through a aluminum dryer hose. Softie didn't know why the stud was taking so long to figure where he was supposed to stick his equipment and do the deed, but assumed it was likely the awkward angle that the horse had to mount over the phantoms tall head.

And all in the meantime he was getting quite a good watering like a thirsty plant stuck in a dank hole beneath a log. He wasn't pissing, so there was that to be grateful for. While the tiger was trapped, he drank down as much of that hot salty juice he could as it leaked from the end of the stallion spigot like so much watery heated soup to savor. To add to the absurdness of the situation, the pink oozing mushroom in front of him flared to a much larger size, going from white mushroom girth to a full grown portobello in the span of only a few seconds. his shaft seemed to sport a fancy new flushed pinkish red battle helmet ready for duty.

It was hard to believe that something as wide as that tip could fit in his maw with close to three and a half inches of horse plunger nudging its way through the ring-gag. Almost as bad was the unwashed salt taste mixing with the musk to make this a very bitter sausage to swallow. The cock had a mild sour taste, maybe the lingering residue of a mare's throbbing cunt from days ago. Whatever the unusual tastes on his palate were, they weren't particularly pleasant, but the constant stream of pre entering his throat like horse nectar seemed to do a good job of washing it all down and keeping his taste buds fresh with more enjoyable samplings of stallion flavor. The horsecock couldn't penetrate more than seven inches past his open gag, but it was enough to fill his muzzle and nearly cause him to choke while the flat-headed tip tickled around at the back of his throat like hot salami leaking succulent salty juices right down into his awaiting belly.

Just as he had gotten used to being hilted in his throat, the crude jabs of horsemeat seesawed through his muzzle and spread the slimy stallion pre honey all over his tongue like horse-flavored fruit juice. The humping and loud snorts made it clear how much the big animal enjoyed taking Softie's throat like a bitch, as a minute of fierce passionate energy soon turned into a salty treat for the tiger to guzzle down as the blunt flared mushroom sealed his throat with wide horsemeat and deposited a huge creamy load into his belly in just a few squirts, the twenty or so ounces of spoo safely nestled in his stomach with a nice lingering warmth almost like hot soup on a Winter's day.

The cream of mushroom had a pleasant aura of body heat from the very horny horse, some of it oozing into his mouth as the cock deflated like a long rubber hose or balloon rapidly losing its shape as it slurped out and vacated the wide gloryhole. As sad as he was to see the exhausted horsemeat go, the present left in its place wasn't too bad either. It would keep him warm for quite a bit as a contrast to the presence of cold buried in his butt like a tundra polar bear cock. While he tried to enjoy the sensation of differing temperatures nestled in his soft body, there was an undeniable lull in activity as he was unsure what would be going on. He began to rest in the silence and bask in its numbness.

Softie found himself jarred awake from a crude sleep and his bored reminiscing thoughts by shocks that came in the modern day. The start of his employment was like a faraway dream that he often snoozed into during his shift at the zoo while tied to the breeding post. Big animals needed love too, and he was hardly tight after years of hard horsefucking into his now puffy rubberized ring of tiger donut. The only real reason he left that previous job was that he was feeling a bit loose and unfulfilled after not feeling the same amount of pleasure that he once had.

So he moved on to a place that could fulfill him once more. It turned out to be a zoo, and being here certainly had benefits. Elephants were not only the biggest dicks on the block, but they had something special that kept him coming back for more, which was the prehensile ability both of their large noses, and their cocks, the latter bringing him hours of pleasure at a time as he was reminded of an immensely thick slimy tentacle squirming around inside before leaving a rich deposit of pachyderm spoo into his very hungry feminine rounded ass. And what had jarred him awake was a loud trumpet from behind. Softie didn't have much chance to do anything but lift his tail and moan as the giant elephant used his trunk to smear a gob of greasy lube onto his ass from a nearby bucket like he had been trained to do whenever he wanted to mount. The tiger admired this animal's intelligence, but then they had beet taught to paint so why couldn't they also learn to lubricate a butthole before completely wrecking it with their cocks?

He found himself spreading his legs and winking his rubbery cunt for more attention from the massive male, knowing very well what would soon be happening and savoring every minute of the buildup to the climactic moment. An unexpected gasp was forced out of him when the greased trunk now entered his agape butt with firm pressure, wiggling around inside him a foot or so deep to spread the slimy paste around inside him to get the best results for what the big booty mammal had planned soon afterwards.

The trunk left him with a loud slurp and made him gasp with its exit, his hole automatically clenching shut to seal the gates of lust with an odd whistle of forced air. It felt good when the long thick nose was inside his small body, almost a reminder of the horsecocks he had taken in the bygone days at the stables. Fortunately, there were also the zebras to consider, but these seldom came to him as they were fully enrolled in the zoo breeding program and had mares of their own to enjoy without any need for Softie's cushy striped butt to spill their seed in.

With the lube job, the wide stance, and even his relaxed submissive muscles weren't enough for the serpentine sausage about to enter him. Beneath the hot sweaty belly of the elephant, he could feel the other appendage slapping around on his buttocks with odd motions of curiosity before he felt the broad flat head poke under his tail. Normally he wouldn't feel quite so intimidated, except he hadn't taken one of the bigger animals for awhile and was worried such a big boy would break him apart on the first thrust.

When some force was applied to thrust in, a harsh shiver traversed along his spine as pain blossomed around his anus from the big dick trying to fit into such a tiny hole. "Fuck--you gonna break me." Softie gasped out as the elephantine drill continued to nudge at his too snug anal gates with growing impatience and sinuous motions like a humongous kraken tendril. He didn't need to look backwards to know that the big juicy elecock was twice as thick as an average anthro fist as it pressed itself to his anal rings and slowly pushed them apart like a rubbery greased gate.

However fast the big butt bomber was going to move, Softie hoped it wouldn't be too sudden or fast or he might not have an ass left to fuck after the house-sized animal got done with servicing him. "Wait--Sloo-OW down, big boy." He gasped out, part in pain as his asspussy finally opened and swallowed up the wet hot mass like a buttplug, filling him more than completely with pachyderm plunger meat. He didn't know how deep he'd taken the cock, but it was far enough inside him that he could feel the broad tip kicking around in the front of his belly and navel almost like mpreg gestation in fast forward.

The tiger reached a paw down to feel the bulge pressing around on the inside of his belly rooting around for truffles like a pig snout in the mud, his ass clamping down on the throbbing shaft as the big safari bull pushed in further while wiggling his cock around to get around a bend and go deeper. He didn't know how much was inside him already, but the space seemed a bit cramped and he could feel the wrinkled skin of the long prehensile shaft slowly inching its way deeper as the elephant tentacle paved the way deeper up his colon with boneless ease as strange muscles did all the work of exploration in his loosening kitty bowel.

Somehow through luck or practice, the big boy managed to seat his dick firmly into the smaller feline to such depth that Softie coud feel those huge heavy spoo nuggets bouncing on the back of his buttocks and thighs like two hot satin wrapped ostrich eggs dangling from a soft leathery pouch. A blush spread across his cheeks with a light purr of affection as he pushed his supple ass back into the heavy danglers and gave them a soft nudge like a bitch in heat to better excite him and encourage milk production out of them.

At least thats what he was doing at first, but it quickly degraded into him mewling with male heat as he rubbed his rump on those huge testes to enjoy their weight and warmth against his sensitive furred cheeks like a big bag of hot honeyed hams. Softie could feel there was quite a hefty load brewing in that pair of elephant eggs ready to release like no tomorrow. The tiger had some recollection of what it was like to be seeded by an elephant, but it would still be somewhat a surprise to feel it gush in him and leak out in one big steamy pile behind.

In his extensive experience, he found horses to be the more merciful of the bunch. Equines tended to jab around a bit looking for the hole, shoved their cock in, thrust roughly for thirty or so seconds of intense jackhammering, and then collapsed on his back as their cocks turned suddenly flaccid and shrank back into the sheathe like wet hoses as his ass gushed out a long stream of horse juices from a wide gape after a successful pounding. It was more vicious, but over faster than he could bat an eyelash. Not so with mr. elephant. Pachyderms, they stuck around until the job got done, and in a tight rump like his, this was no easy performance of lust.

What was inside him right now was heavy, perhaps fifty pounds of throbbing flesh and muscle coiled around his bowel for more than six feet in length. How it managed to make itself so compact in his much smaller body, Softie had no idea and only wanted to focus on staying relaxed as the elebull explored his insides with that long greased tendril squirming around. He was hard, and very excited, but dared not reach down to stroke himself for fear that he would lose his concentration and tighten up at a crucial moment that would cause unnecessary pain passing through rings of muscles otherwise at ease.

When it began to move around with some sense of aggressive purpose, the slithering motions of something so wide and bulky took his breath away as he tried his best not to clamp down on it for fear of making this breeding session anymore uncomfortable. Softie already felt too tight for the bulbous cock, so any slight movement or squeeze on his part might cause damage somewhere inside that would take a few days to heal and a week of waddling around with his legs wide apart like a bad horsey ride; either type.

Feeling three or four feet of cock the size of a flagpole was a very strange experience as he felt it leave him strangely empty in places he never knew he had only to fill them with one hard shove back in to stuff him silly anew with an elephant-sized flesh enema that left little to the imagination once it was buried in his body. The tiger would be a liar if he didn't say this hurt at least a little bit despite years of constant stretching from various animal dicks, but the indescribable pleasure he was awash in more than made up for it as he felt more full than a turkey even as the musky pre juices were spewing out behind in big slippery puddles of male scent.

As the pace of the fucking increased, he felt as though he were living through the center of an earthquake as his body helplessly got tossed around by that muscular groin shoving him about despite the overall looseness of his ass and the copious amount of lube generously crammed inside. His teeth were rattling and on the verge of getting broken as he took the harsh bull ride the best he could, tail clamping down despite his best attempts to relax with the random spurts of motion making him sore in places he never knew he had. Without warning, the elephant finished with him in one hot flood of cum that caused his belly to bloat out in one rounded heavy bulge of elephant spoo threatening to spray loose in one explosive release of seed.

He looked back in time to catch the monstrous intruder turn flaccid and fall out like a limp heavy sack as his bowels refused to hold their gift any longer and sprayed a big wild umbrella of cum everywhere, much of it splattering all over the elephant's package and hind feet like white slimy paint. The tiger had a good feeling where his next meal would be coming from, turning to get on his hands and knees to lick and slurp all of that male ambrosia up while waiting for the next customer to use him. All in all, a good job. He wouldn't have it any other way~