A Horse and His Boys Part VI
Sacha, Kyle, and the horse-boy Steven rode over rolling green hills, surrounded by a see of lush, soft grass, and richly scented earth. The sun beat down on their nude bodies, not the uncomfortable heat of muggy stickiness, but the unique kind of heat that comes from direct sunlight. It was like bathing in hot water, where the water is heated to that perfect point, one degree higher would be uncomfortable, and any cooler would be unsatisfying.
They rode past streams and brooks, through fields of golden wheat, the scent of the air mixing with the sweet scent of sun-bathing boys and the strange, heady scent of the horse-boy. They eventually came to a grove of trees, but they were no less than 30 feet wide at the base of their massive, moss covered trunks.
Suddenly, a red, furry figure dropped from an overhanging branch directly in their path, making Steven rear up on his hind legs, throwing Kyle and Sacha from his back onto the soft green grass in a heap.
The small, red, furry figure stood up to its full height of 4 feet, and a wide, mischievous grin spread across his lips. "Really, mate, is that any way to treat unsuspecting riders? Turn yourself into a biped before you trample those poor kids."
Steven morphed into his slim, muscular, anthropic form, and immediately put his hands on his hips, his tail swishing behind his bubble but. "Zeet! You scared me, jumping out of nowhere like that. Look what you made me do to my friends..." he added, now looking back concerned as the two boys untangled themselves from each other, grinning sheepishly, unharmed.
"I'm sorry, he just caught me by surprise. I didn't mean to chuck you off like that."
"Rude, too. Not introducing me to your new friends. Honestly, you're hopeless," said Zeet, grinning from ear to pointed, furry ear.
Rolling his eyes, offering a hand to each of the boys, he helped them to their feet, (also brushing off bits of grass from their bodies with a slow, gentle hand). "Sacha, Kyle, I'd like you to meet the most annoying foxboy you'll ever know. Zeet."
They regarded the strange boy with curious eyes. Zeet stood up straight, but was shorter than any of them, even with his fluffy, pointed ears. His legs were lean, well toned, ending in delicate looking paws. He had a patch of white fur that grew larger towards his lower stomach, and spread around his furry balls and inner thighs. He took a quick, yet gracious bow, his long, bushy tail curling up behind him. "A pleasure to meet you. Now come along, no need to stand here gawking at my furry balls all day."
With that, he turned, and darted behind a tree.
The two boys looked at each other, bewildered, while Steven simply shook his head, and muttered, "Foxes..." under his breath. He shrugged, and motioned for them to follow him. Rounding the corner of the massive tree-trunk behind which Zeet had vanished, they realized there was a small hole big enough to squeeze through.
Steven went first, struggling to fit even in his smaller form. When he was halfway through, it appeared as though he was stuck. Only his beautiful, bubble ass was visible, along with his long, slender legs, and raised tail.
From inside, Zeet shook his head at Steven. "You're really getting too big for my homes. Really mate, what've you been eating?"
Steven huffed and tried to pull himself in, but couldn't budge.
Sacha and Kyle were quick to render assistance.
Sacha knelt at the side of the horseboy's leg, grinding his cock against the warm, velvety calf. His face was even with his exposed, pink hole, and he could not resist. He tentatively touched his tongue to that clean little hole, testing it. He had barely wetted his tongue to his mouth before he plunged it fully into the horseboy's ass, licking wildly, and moaning, sending vibrations through Steven, who was helpless to stop anything. His gigantic sack swung between his legs, Sacha's chin nudging it as he plunged his tongue deeper inside him.
Kyle was instantly hard, his cock drooling precum at the sight. He stepped forward, running his fingers through Sacha's hair, gently pulling his head back. Sacha gasped for a quick gulp of air, before taking Kyle's cock to the hilt, instantly coating him with a thick layer of saliva. Pulling off, he gasped again for air, tendrils of precum and foamy spittle hanging between his lips and Kyle's cock. Raising his big, innocent eyes towards Kyle, he wrapped his arm around his leg, cupping his sack in one hand, and guiding his cock with the other towards Steven's prone, slick, hot horse-boy hole.
The heat washed over Kyle, and he was unable to stop himself from letting his gooey cock slide smoothly all the way in, stopping only when his sack was pressed against the horse-boy's balls. Sacha tilted his head, suckling and licking at each magnificent, cum-filled sack alternatively.
Steven had stopped struggling at this point, giving in and letting the boys have their way with him in his predicament. Zeet watched him from inside the tree trunk, and grinned as Steven's face turned from a look of frustrated confusion to sexual bliss.
Leaning in, he whispered to Steven, his breath making the hose-boy's ear twitch with a pleasurable tingle. "Your friends are sliding their little hairless cocks inside of you, aren't they?" The fox ran a tongue over Steven's snout affectionately. "I know that face you're making... and I can feel your body bucking with his thrusts... You've picked good friends..." The fox-boy caressed Steven's cheek, watching from inside the tree, watching the beautiful sight, imagining what they were doing to him outside, seeing his eyes roll back in happy, full ecstasy.
From behind another tree, not far away, two massive, hulking figures watched the boys worship the lower body of the horse boy. They stood over 8 feet tall, covered in dark fur, one a deep mahogany, the other jet black. Massive horns sprouted from their thickly skulled heads, and their flaring nostrils were adorned each with a solid gold loop. They wore leather chest straps, not to conceal their gigantic, bulging upper bodies, but to holster their axes, which were easily as broad as they, shoulder to shoulder. They wore cords around their thighs, holding smaller daggers, most likely used for skinning. What hung between their legs was almost terrifyingly massive. The balls were the size of melons, held precariously in low-hanging, velvety, swaying sacks. Their black, shining cocks were hard, as they watched the scene of innocent, pristine sex before them, and stood out at 18" long, and incredibly thick. Pools of their steaming cum dripped down onto the roots of the tree, as they looked at each other, and nodded, moving stealthily around the tree, their cloven hooves barely making a sound despite the massive weight of muscle they supported, their tails flicking out behind their muscular asses.
The Minotaurs approached.
"Sacha... I'm- I'm cumming!" Kyle gasped out in a high-pitched voice.
Reaching up to stroke a finger along Kyle's hole, he slid his tongue between his swinging sack and his thigh, moaning, "Mhmm!"
Kyle arched his back, thrusting deep into the horse-boy's hot hole, and squirted the first, long, spurt of his boycum deep.
At that instant, the horse boy felt Kyle pull out of him, and arched his ass out, as if begging him to stay inside, and empty himself within. Instead, he felt another stream of hot boycum line his back and ass, and simply enjoyed being cummed on. He felt the other boy let go of his leg too, and despite the uncomfortableness of being wedged half inside a tree, being unable to see what they did to him only excited him more. He felt himself drooling precum as he anticipated what he hoped would be either a tongue or the other boy's cock.
He was not disappointed. Hot breath washed over him moments later, and then a very hot, wet tongue. It squirmed its way inside of him, then licked up his velvety, sweaty bubble but and lower back, tracing along where the cum had landed, cleaning him. There was something strange about the tongue, as if it were too big, or wide, or heavy, but before he could think much about it, Zeet kissed him, sliding his hands down to tweak his nipples.
Then, abruptly, Steven screamed into Zeet's mouth, his eyes wide, a look of pain and surprise on his face, his eyes tearing up. Zeet looked horrified, staring helplessly. "What? What's wrong?!"
A look of horror and fear on his beautiful face, Steven whispered shakily, "It's not them! There's something else out there!"
Outside, the two boys had been cruelly lashed together, for the Minotaurs did not have enough leather cords, or perhaps just didn't care, to tie them up separately. They laid on the ground, their cocks together, Kyle still cumming between their bellies, though tears of fright streamed down their cheeks. All they could do was whimper, unable to speak for the gags in their mouths.
The Minotaurs grinned at each other, as one thrust his monstrous cock deep into the horseboy, who's hole had been slicked by the boy's cum and his own drooling tongue. They could hear the muffled yelp within as they had their way with the helpless horse-boy's ass.
The black furred one thrust in until his heavy, sweating ball sack swung into the horse-boy's, and stayed there, grinding himself in, letting his sack slide up and down and around Steven's. He felt the ass give in, unable to fight the giant bullcock which had invaded it.
Pulling out until only the head remained, he thrust back in, grinded once more, and then began his rythm.
It was brutal, primal, fueled by animalistic lust. The Minotaur raped the helpless horse-boy, while Sacha and Kyle watched, torn between terror, rage, arousal, and jealousy. They were unconsciously grinding against each other, even as they wept for their friend.
The other Minotaur, the one with mahogany fur, finished securing the horse-boy's ankles to the roots, and stood back, watching the black furred bull ravage their prey. He turned his heavy head towards the two boys, and for a moment, an expression of... was it empathy?... crossed his face. Blinking, he turned back to watch as his companion raped the beautiful horse-boy's hole.
Zeet went back and forth between hugging Steven, and holding his hand, and scrambling around the tree hollow looking for another way out, even though he knew there was none. Steven cried as he knew something much larger, and more powerful, was fucking him vigorously, but he had no idea what, and even worse, what happened to his friends. He squirmed and struggled, but it only seemed to fuel the invading cock, knowing his struggles must have intensified the feel of his hole for his predator.
And despite himself, he could feel himself growing close to cumming.
The Black Minotaur chuckled, seeing the horse-boy's cock throb, every squirm and wriggle making it all the better for his bullcock, every little writhing motion working him deeper. "This one pretends to escape... but see how his horse-cock throbs...." He reached down to grip a struggling thigh. "See how his muscles dance beneath that velvety skin?" He was talking as much to the boys as to his companion. His deep voice reverberated in their skulls. "He wants to be raped... I can feel it... It's a beautiful thing, you know..."
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"...when your prey stops struggling and gives in... when they realize, finally, that they want you to fuck them... and they don't care about anything else... all that matters is your cock inside of them... And no cock is bigger, or can cum longer, or harder,... Ngh.... (Gods he's tight..) than a... Mph...."
The giant, black, muscle-bound god of a bullman reared his horned head back, thrusting deep, and roared, shaking the earth and trees around him, "MINOTAURRRRR!"
And he emptied himself in the horse-boy, his own cum squirting out in gluttonous sheets, completely covering the helpless horse-boy's legs, and the minotaur's. He bucked, thrusting into his ravaged ass, for a full half hour, cumming non stop.
The two boys' cocks twitched, hating themselves, but unable to stop themselves from cumming between each other, the sight overwhelming any other thought.
The minotaur at long last pulled out, cum spilling freely from the horse-boy's ass, (he had squirted his own load seconds after the Minotaur). Turning, he moved over to the boys, and sat with his back against a tree and his legs spread, his cum-coated cock and legs splayed wide for them to see. Reaching down, he easily picked them up, and dragged them between his legs, undoing one of the leather cords so they could move their upper bodies slightly, and their gags.
"I saw you watching... you loved every second of me raping your friend... I'll bet you wish that was you, you little horny sluts... Well you haven't earned my cock inside you yet. Now you can start earning that right by cleaning me."
The boys hated him, it was apparent in their eyes, but the scent of his cum was like a narcotic, and without any more words, they worked their mouths up and down that massive, bullcock, swallowing every drop of hot, fresh bullcum from his shaft, unable to use their hands, but slobbering their faces and mouths over him for a long time.
The other Minotaur, seeing his companion occupied, touched a single finger to Steven's twitching, ravaged hole. A warm, golden glow emenated from his fingertip, then faded.
Inside, Steven stopped crying instantly, his eyes going wide, a look of confusion replacing that of pain. He whispered, his voice trembling, "The pain... it's g-gone..."
The mahogany Minotaur watched as the boys arched their little bodies to move their heads up and down between his companion's legs, suckling and slurping up his cum.
"We should go."
Grunting, the black furred Tauren roughly yanked the boys' heads off his cock, retightened their gags, and threw them over his shoulders, one on either side. With a final glance back at the stilled legs of the horseboy, he chuckled, and they walked off with their prey.
"The Prince will be pleased, these two work their little mouths well. They should be a nice fit for His Harem."
The mahogany Minotaur grunted. "Maybe."
-To be continued.
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