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Focus

He had to focus

Breathe in and out

Fast and slow

Louis had to concentrate if he was going to make it through this, he knew that, but doing it with someone his size was never going to work. He could feel it sliding deeper, his spine nearly snapping as he arched his back more. Louis puts a hand around the object in him trying to indicate a break. Said object was wet and moist from all the lube that had to be put on it to enter such a smaller animal. Wrapped all around were multiple veins pumping blood from all over the Stallion's massive frame into his penetrating rod. Failing to hold back from the urge to ignore the smaller herbivore and shove everything in at once, stuffing the deer impossibly full. The Equestrian was so desperate it was almost painful, every muscle in his frame ached to finish in only the five minutes in which they had started. His hand wrapped around the thin waist yearned to pull the scrawny buck back and finally finish inserting himself. Feeling his resolve slipping Louis gives what little his hand could fit around a firmer squeeze and turns his head to the right snapping out "Hey"

A gentle but firm "Shh" sounds out between the two. Louis feels a firm hand appear on his back, the stag can do nothing but grit his teeth as he's forced deeper into the mattress, making his back arch back painfully. At the same time another hand from the mystery owner grabs ahold of the deer's hand, forcing it away from the groan of his top and back in front of him on the bed which immediately grips the sheets. "Narcos" Louis seethes out through locked teeth, kneeling next to the mating couple was a black headed bat head tilted and smiling as if he was watching a circus show. "Tell your Stallion to hold up or I'm gonna -".

"Shh your fine" the bat repeats rubbing his shoulder "you're doing great you just need to relax".

"No shit!" Louis spits at him, the fucker could smile at a time like this. Louis freezes as the horse pushes against him and throws his head into the sheets as he's forced to accept even more inches. Nearly the entire weight of the 300 lb. equestrian rested on top of him melding him more into the bed but keeping his backside up as he drove in. The arm around his waist grew tighter catching him mid breath. Barely able to turn his head he strains "N- Narcos", realizing how serious the other is, the bat's smile falls as he says nothing but gives a firm tap on the Stallions arm. Louis could tell how angry being told how to fuck made the stallion, but even he wouldn't dare say no. Instantly the arm around his waist drops to bed and the still pinned deer takes a welcome breath.

"I can only hold him back so long Louis, you either open up for him or he does it for you" in a threatening tone, clearly annoyed. But in a much gentler, fake voice asks, "do you want to stop". "Yes!" Louis exclaims but isn't surprised when the bat doesn't run to his rescue. It was always a trick with Narcos, a fake out. The bat needed Louis to finish this, he only needed to figure out how. Predictably Narcos ignores him and instead digs into his own back pocket and pulls out a wrapped joint before lighting it. Bringing it to his lips Louis initially refused already, having smoked earlier, but the feeling of the horse pushing into him forces a change of mind. Opening his lips he feels the joint slide between them. Taking an unsteady breath and breathing out through his nose, the blunt is pushed deeper, urging him on. This time half a breath as the deer concentrates on the burning feeling in his chest. The smoke from the joint burning his eyes Louis breathes as much as he can into him, trying to coat his very lungs with the fiery smoke. The feeling was slow at first, but it was there. A slow numbness started in his brain working its way downwards, every breath burned adding onto the high that was taking him. The world moved in and out of focus as Louis's front arms collapsed, his head rolling into the unwashed sheets.

"Do you want to stop now" he could hear Narcos's voice call from far away, but simply dug his head in more his stubs of antlers snagging on the bedding.

"Oh, that's nice, just like that" Narcos coo's as if being a third in the fun then smacks the stallion's ass urging him onward. Louis groaned as the next few inches were shoved into him but the numbness in his head drove away most of the pain, he just needed to focus on breathing. Inch after inch Louis bared it, his head spinning as he lost himself in the high, only to be brought back by the stallions thrusting; All before finally feeling the heavy slap of the equestrian's balls on the back of his leg.

The twitching from both his rod and the horse himself told both of them the stallion was ready to burst any second but a shared look at Narcos told them both nutting was off the table.

Giving the Palamino a second Narcos shakes the deer asking, "You think you can hold on to it a bit longer"? Louis just lay there motionless, his body burning up, but his mind was long gone.

Taking this as a sign Narcos slaps the horse's ass urging him on again but is met with hesitation. The two share a look and only a moment passes before the stallion begins making short thrust, his mind on anything but trying to bust into the mindless Buck.

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"He was numb, the effects of the high loosening as they always did after sex. His body was still numb and heavy. He didn't hear grunting anymore, and the crushing weight that was burying him was gone. Had Narcos called the other off? Just then he heard two familiar voices and turned his head, trying to listen. His attention taken by the cock sprung at the horse waist, still very much hard and dripping.

"You satisfied yet," the stallion asked legs shaking from the abusive marathon he just had run "cause I'm never doing that again"

"You'll do whatever I tell you, and next time do it right" Narcos says through gritted teeth "I told you to break him in, not split him in half, look at him" and motions to the motionless, Louis legs still spread and twitching.

"That was your own damn fault, I told you that shits not good for h-" the stallion begins before getting his nostrils pulled down, forcing him to bend down to meet shorter flyer "Good for who Markus," he asks venom coating each word "because the only thing you seem to be good for is ruining my bitches, and no one ruins what's mine." Silence fills the room for a few moments before Narcos continues in a much calmer voice "Find another bitch and take care of this," motioning to his dick and giving it a painful squeeze "and the next time you think with your dick instead of your hands you're going to lose one of them." He jerks the stallion away releasing his nostrils. While wiping the snot off onto his leg finishing with "We leave at eight tonight, don't be late" not waiting for a reply the stallion pushes past the smaller bat, eyes staring daggers into Louis as he leaves. Stepping between them Narcos kneels to meet Louis at eye level "How're you feeling, anything hurting," honey on his words while helping the herbivore struggling to his knees, "anything damaged?" he asked pointedly.

"Nothing." Louis said panting, suddenly worn out from standing. Narcos tried to urge Louis on but he wasn't moving, his limbs rooted to the sheets. The world wouldn't stop spinning and everything was coming back into focus way faster than he would have liked. His bones and back were aching, their pain increasing until he felt like he had glass being shoved into them. He overdid it and now was paying the price.

Getting the hint Louis could hear the frustration in Narcos's breath but masked it with calm words. "I know you just got put through the wringer but don't forget about tonight."

I need you to be ready was all Louis heard from him, his honey words and fake smile not fooling Louis for a second.

"There's going to be a lot of people there, they're not going to be as big as Markus, but they aren't gonna go easy on you either"

You fucked up with the horse, and I'm not gonna be their next time to bail you out.

"This is gonna be a tough night but you're one of my top girls, so I need you to set an example, a lot of them think they're better than you, show them why they never stood a chance."

This party will break you, and there's an army outside looking to take your place.

Enough of the bullshit, he got the hint

Getting up from the bed and onto his knees. Looking up at the blinding ceiling fan, Louis closes his eyes forcing the world back into focus. Taking one foot off the bed the glass-like feeling sinks its way past his fur and into his skin. Ignoring it, he swings the other foot around both feet ache as he stood up, with a defiant gaze he stares eye level with Narcos. Done Louis begins to turn towards the door but feels a hand roughly grip his arm. "Now that's what I like to see" the excited bat says to the deer, looking over his exposed naked body. Eyes darting back and forth molesting every piece of the buck that they could grab ahold of a visible bulge forming in the flyers pants. Louis doesn't even react, knowing the other wouldn't dare touch him with the party going on tonight but just like the stallion it was only sheer willpower holding Narcos back. Luckily the bat was much more controlled than any horse.

Controlling himself, the bat takes up his familiar smirk, "You're gonna do great tonight" before releasing him and walking past, but not before giving the deer's colorless ass a harsh slap. As he rounds the corner of the door he yells, "Remember don't you-"

"I know Narcos" Louis finishes for him before disappearing out of sight. It's not like he ever felt like finishing anyways. Louis thinks before sitting back on the bed, it always hurts too much.

Waiting for a second, he listened to the bat's fading footsteps before allowing his body to tumble backwards onto the bed. Immediately feeling the wet mixture of lube and blood soaking through his fur. He couldn't care less though; too focused on his muscles, finally being free from the hours of "training" Narcos had forced him through just for tonight.

Louis scoffs, all that work to stand just to collapse after What top bitch behavior. "How's that for setting an example" he mimes before closing his eyes. Legs half dangling, ceiling fan only adding to his iced hangover Louis falls comatose without another thought.