That Dang Stallion

Which of my stories most deserves a sequel?

"Moonlighting" #art #feral Artist: Laser Paints

"I Forgot the Chocolates" Artist: cbh #art #anthro

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"MK Ultradick" Artist: Virtyalfobo #art #feral

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The same sort of hair covered all the rest of the creature, but it grew especially thick and gnarled between its legs. It went about as an animal would, with no regard for its nakedness...or its obvious arousal. A blood-red erection stood upright from the creature's crotch: a prodigious profanity. There was nothing civilised about its proportions, neither in its length—which shamed even the stallion's birthright—nor in the size of the bulbous masses that burgeoned at its base like monstrous fruit. The devilish thing pulsed in time with its owner's heartbeat, as if sharing in his malice. From the tip dripped an endless river of some cursed fluid, its scent as pungent as a soldier's barracks—but overwhelmed by the reek that emanated from the pendulous sack that hung beneath it. With every movement, its hairy testicles swung about the close air of the room like a noisome thurible. It began to approach the horse, making the stallion whimper and feel frantically about himself for anything that he might wield as a weapon. But the long-abandoned room held only dust and decay. As soon as the creature was within reach, the stallion—panting, with his back to the wall for support—kicked out desperately with both hooves. But the beast's hands moved with snakelike speed, catching both of his prey's legs and immobilising them. It pushed them firmly apart and stepped between the stallion's legs, its penis throbbing excitedly and its slavering jaws spreading obscenely wide as he leaned down. They closed around the top of the whimpering equine's head...and halted. With fang-tips pressing hard against the stallion's skull, the creature finally spoke. "You're...it," it rasped, breath foetid as a charnel house. Then, with a snicker like knives brushing together, it was gone; bounding across the room and out of the window much faster than it had arrived. The stallion, alone again in the gloom, gulped down air and shuddered with relief. "Y—yes, master," he croaked eventually, feeling gingerly around his crown to check for blood. His prey instincts thrummed like overtuned strings, and it would take hours for his heart rate to subside, but least he'd survived. One more time. "O-one. T-two...three..."

The stallion galloped down the gloomy hallway. His hoof clipped the half-rotted remains of a chair and he tripped, sprawling across the floor with a dismayed cry. Hyperventilation and wild scrabbling for purchase on the polished granite sent clouds of dust into the air; the motes glittered dreamily in the beams of moonlight shining through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. Regaining his feet, the horse risked a panicked look behind him as he carried on running. There was no indication of anything following him, but that was no guarantee he'd managed to lose his pursuer. If anything, the silence meant his situation was even more precarious. A door caught his eye. Huge, heavy...and with a key in the lock. The horse skidded to a halt and grabbed the handle, pulling on it with all his strength and some whimpered cursing until the ancient slab of wood finally yawned open enough for him to pass. He tugged the key free of the lock with shivering hands, shooting a final terrified glance down the passageway, and squeezed through. Inside, he put his back to the door, heaving against it until it swung closed with a dull thud that reverberated around the room. The stallion quickly locked the door, panting and staring wide-eyed at it, too afraid to move. It remained shut. The seconds ticked on. There was no sound from outside, no movement of the door handle. No thud of a huge form throwing itself against the wood. Sweat dripped from him as the minutes passed and his heart slowed. At last, he took a few steps back into the empty room, letting out a rush of breath. Had he—? The light streaming in from the window high above cut off as something enormous blotted out the moon, and the stallion screamed. A demonic form loomed behind the glass, terrifyingly huge. It gave a triumphant roar of discovery when it saw the horse and thrust an arm through the leaded glass, shattering it and sending shards raining down as the horse sprinted for the door. The equine pulled manically on the handle a few times before remembering the key, only to be betrayed by his shaky palms when he tried to insert it. Salvation leapt from his grasp and clinked off into the unlit recesses of the room, leaving the stallion to stare at his empty hands in disbelief and horror. He stood unmoving for a few heartbeats, frozen by dread, before finally turning slowly to face...it. The creature crawled down the wall from the window like a hideous spider, its claws digging deep into the ancient brick and plaster. The stink of it already suffused the room, making the horse cough and gasp. Its fearsome arms, longer than limbs had any right to be, moved with unreal smoothness. The long, fanged muzzle faced the ground, but the yellow-tinged eyes swivelled to watch the horse as it advanced. A distant part of the horse heard a patter of liquid as he pissed himself, and he slid down the wall in boneless fear, feeling a gibber bubbling up from deep within. When the thing reached the floor and stood upright, the horse could see just how unnatural it was. It stood at least ten feet tall, and in the manner of its body and the form of its arms and legs, it bulged most bestially, with fearsome mass and awful strength. Its hands resembled a person's until one took note of the cruel talons tipping each one, but its feet were nothing but demented wolf's paws: covered with dark, stiff hair like a boar and apportioned with claws like daggers.

I can't speak properly around the hand wrapped fully around my throat. I push back against him, but it's a breeze against a brick wall. When his hand slides down to fondle my small cock, hot shame floods me. He chuckles, low and mean and horny. "See...you're already hard, boy. Because you are a faggot. So I'm gonna have to remind you why you don't need anything else in life..." He licks his lips. "Except your dad's big prick." #story #incest #humiliation #dubcon

I slip into the stables via the side door, closing it gently to stop the old hinge from squeaking. It's taken me minutes to creep across the distance from the house in the dusky pre-morning gloom, doing everything I can to not wake the bastard up, but I should be safe here. He built the walls thick. Kairos nickers as I approach, but I shush him and rub the horse's nose to calm him as I look about for tack and saddle. The bastard will be fucking pissed off when he finds I'm gone, so might as well make the most of it. I eye his favourite saddle with a smirk. "Eat shit, Dad," I murmur, feeling a thrill run down my spine at the words I'd never dare say to his face. "You don't control me," I add, but that one doesn't land quite as neatly. It'll take more than one joyride to shake that feeling. Well. Got to start somewhere. I grab the saddle and throw it over Kairos, doing up the straps as I imagine riding free of the farm, galloping down the road until both the house and the bastard inside are just dots in my dust. If I can spend just one day with Landro, not once having to look over my shoulder in case the bastard is on his way to ruin things, it will be a good day. He'll make me pay when I get back, but he can't take away the time we'll have spent toge— "Going somewhere, boy?" I jump—hard—as the words seem to form right next to my ear. A tiny whimper escapes before I can control myself, and I whirl to see...nobody. I press back against Kairos, but a soft click from the shadows makes the horse trot obediently over to a patch of darkness, leaving me standing alone. I clench one hand into a fist—pointless, but it's all I have—and try to swallow my lungs back down into my chest. "Yeah. Going...going out." I summon every inch of spine I have. "None of your business to where." "It's all my business, boy." I hate how his growl makes me feel. "Keeping you from making stupid fucking choices is my whole business." "F-Fuck you! I'm a fucking adult, and I—" The laugh is loud and mean, and I am ashamed at how easily he puts paid to my assertion of manhood. A hand glides from the shadows to stroke Kairos, who nuzzles back, and a few moments later he steps out into the low light to give me a good look. He looks like he just got up: practically naked and more than half-aroused. The monster horsecock I did not inherit slaps lazily between his thighs as he steps deliberately closer. Giving me time. Making sure I see every single inch of him and his outfit. He's got riding leathers on, but the ones he uses when he has fags over for breeding. They just cover part of his thighs, leaving the crotch fully exposed. The upper body has just a harness on, and he's holding a riding crop like it's an extension of himself. His eyes take me in with a lustfulness that makes me slide two hands over my crotch despite my clothing. "Don't cover yourself up, boy," he murmurs. "I'll have that all off soon enough anyway." My heart thuds in my chest. "I'm going, and there's nothing you can—" "You want to spend time with some other small-dicked faggot out there, is that it?" He lowers the riding crop, tucking it under his massive cock and lifting it like a side of beef. "Talk about clothes and how big your daddy's cocks are?" He leers at me and shakes his fat dick in my direction. "Mine's bigger." "I...I don't want —" He strides forward suddenly, snapping a hand forward to grab me around the neck and pull me in to him. I can smell the musk on him, of hay and cum and horse. "Yes you fucking do, faggot," he snarls. "I let you have your fun, but now you're wasting my time with this independence bullshit." His other hand gropes at me, grabbing my shirt and ripping the material to expose the lithe, toned body beneath. "I'm going to fuck you, boy," he snarls softly, breathing me in. "And because you've been such a fucking bitch about things, I'm not going to use lube this time."

"Invitation" Artist: Hellgoat #art #anthro

I feel my husband stirring next to me in the early pre-morning light. The room is almost pitch-black. Barely awake, I lay an arm over him to snuggle, but he gently lifts it off. "Going for a run," he murmurs, kissing me on the head as he gets up. I mumble something unintelligible back, listening to him move quietly around the unfamiliar room to get dressed and smiling when he curses after hitting his shin against something. It's Dad's spare room; good enough for his son and son-in-law to stay over in for a few nights, but I wish it had more space. Oh well. "See you in a bit." "Mnnnh," I mumble. The door opens and shuts, and I snuggle deeper into the blankets, looking forward to sleeping in for once. Just as I'm dozing back off, I hear the door quietly reopen and close again. Must have forgotten something. Unexpectedly, he slides back into the bed next to me, and I smirk and wonder if the autumn chill made him give up on his plans to go running. I'm about to mumble something about it when I feel his fingers stroke my thigh and descend quickly to my crotch to slide inside my boxer pants and cup my balls. Ah; decided he'd rather have something else. Understandable. He's breathing heavily, looming over me as he rests on one arm. Such a horny bastard. I love it when he gets feely. He knows he's got permission to feel me up anytime and anywhere, just for the fun of it. If he catches me in the right mood, he'll usually get a nice hot load to enjoy too. My balls are always full. He keeps massaging them like he missed them, even after sucking on them for ages the night before. My dick's gotten hard, of course, and drools precum onto his hand. He licks it clean and rumbles with pleasure, snorting a hot breath in my direction that smells of... That's the first time I realise it's not who I thought it was. My eyes snap open, adjusting until I can make out enough to see that it's not my adorable twink husband who's slid into the bed beside me. It's a huge, burly, hairy bear of a man. It's my dad. With a deliciously naughty smile I feel him slide his hand back into my boxers, over my cock and across my taint to finger my hole with the tip of a wetted finger. I gasp and flex, my mind unfocused, full of rut and concern. "D-Dad—" I manage to say before the finger pushes deeper, making me moan and clench around it. Dad knows all the spots I like. He always has. It's been ages since we did anything, but he plays my body like we never stopped. I can smell him now, his old familiar scent. Manly. I reach a hand out to touch him, stroke his hairy body and drop to clench his fat cock. It's blood-hot and rock-hard, head already swimming in pre-cum. Lust flares in me, unstoppably, but I have to speak. "He...he's coming back..." I moan. "Good," Dad's deep voice growls. "He can watch." My dick throbs hard at the thought of my husband being cucked by my father's fat bull cock breed me...and harder still to imagine him joining in. Dad's finger drives deeper as he shuffles forward and pushes his cock against my lips. I instantly let it in, slurping it clean of Dad's delicious pre-cum and then sucking hard on his hooded cockhead, loving the sound of his moans and the feel of him fingering me as I suck him off. He's fucking my mouth hard, too, like he always did. So eager to cum, to feed me his load. He tastes unique and I can't wait to taste him again. He doesn't last long. I know what I'm doing with Dad's dick. I feel him stiffen soon, and start grunting like a horny animal. I tighten my mouth around his cock and suck, suck, suck. His balls lift out of my palm and then suddenly—explosion. Hot daddy cum exploding into my mouth and down my throat. I nearly choke. It's so hot I feel my own cock stiffen and squirt, my cum splattering onto his arm and down to his finger. He fingerfucks my own cum back into me as I swallow his load like a greedy slut. And even while my body's still shivering from the afterglow, faintly, downstairs, I hear the sound of the front door opening... #story #human #incest #cuck