Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2010 18:46:52 -0400
From: Eric Paris <thephantom69@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Horse and His Boys Part 6

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..."

*fap-fap-fap*

"...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.

((Sorry for the crazy long delay on this one, and I hope you liked it!
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