Rivals


Dayton the elk hadn't actually cared about the bet, he just wanted to win the civil war game. It’d been a ploy to get into his opponent's head, to shake the stallion's vast confidence. And it seemed to have worked, the elks team had fought their way to victory over Mael's team, and even if it’d started as just shit talking, this bet had turned into a real situation. 


Dayton had a strange feeling about it all, now that he was actually picturing his rival captain crossdressing and stripping for him and the team. He couldn't feel too guilty about it, after all the roan equine had, if anything, been as raunchy with his side of the bet. Wanting to dress Dayton as their mascot: Daisy the Cow, and allowing himself to be publicly milked. So turn about was fair play and he’d won their nasty bet fair and square. So why did picturing Mael dressed up in a female cheer uniform give him an uncomfortable feeling?


The rest of the elks team was excited about it and he couldn't blame them as they wanted to humiliate the stallion. Mael's team had beaten them year after year and this was a chance to return the humiliation in one form or another. The team turned the vague idea of the bet into a reality, finding a female cheerleader's uniform roughly the horse's size, although it was probably a little too small and tight.


The tall elk captain arrived at the campsite by the lake first, getting things organised for the after game party. They had several cabins with bunk beds rented and a few tents, as for the rest of the team, they’d be coming in on a party bus later. Dayton in the meantime worked on getting the bonfire set up and ready, it was going to be needed long into the night. 


The bus arrived a short while later, the team pouring out, followed at last by Mael. Dayton looked at Mael who was dressed up in one of Titan's cheerleader outfits, a tight red dress that hugged every part of his muscular build. The sight made something stir inside the elk, he hadn't felt it before and quickly pushed it down. He had to maintain his image after all, and didn't want his boys to lose respect for their captain. 


Seeing his rival team captain in a very short skirt, carrying two pom poms and a tight midriff top was... different. Dayton took a swig of his beer bottle, to try and distract himself from staring. Of course he was the captain, so the rest of his team herded Mael over to him. Yet It wasn't until they reached the bonfire where everyone else was gathered that things really started getting humiliating for Mael.


"Looking good, sissy mare," Dayton observed with a playful snicker, making a show of looking up and down the crossdressed stallion. "Are you ready to honour the bet?" 


"Hey, I'm not a welsher... I always keep my promise, Dayton!" the thickly muscled equine snorted aggressively, getting right up in the elk's muzzle. All around him the other guys had started to snicker, which made Mael blush brightly as he stood there pawing at the dirt with his massive hoof.


"Oh don't worry, Mael. No one here thinks you're going back on your word. We just wanted to see our rival humiliated. And trust me, this striptease isn't even close to being the most embarrassing thing that could happen to someone... but we won fair and square so we’re going to enjoy the hell out of it. Now let us get this party started shall we?" Dayton clapped his huge hands together loudly, the surrounding jocks in turn laughing and cheering. 


"Alright boys, gather up for some entertainment from none other than Captain Mael himself or should I say herself." His team clapped, hooted and whistled as they formed a small circle around the roan. Mael felt their eyes burning into him, causing an intense feeling of shame to rise within himself. He tries to keep calm by focusing on the ground beneath his hooves, yet nonetheless he felt intensely chagrined at what he was about to do.


"How about a little something to relax me a bit... get me into the mood to put on a really good show?" Mael pleaded. Derek, the little goat kicker, smirked as he stepped forward with just the thing—a hefty glass bong packed full of weed.


"Damn that smells good... that smells real good," Dayton mumbled, as he watched the short jock hand over the bong. Mael pressed the opening to his lip’s and inhaled deeply... holding it in his lungs for as long as possible before letting it out with a 'whoosh' of breath. Firelight danced across his muzzle, as he tried to keep his composure while being mocked by the rival team. Eyes flickering over to Dayton who smirked back confidently. 


The horse started to look relaxed, as he began to dance for the crowd of jocks. He moved slowly and awkwardly, yet kept on dancing to the raunchy music that played. Pausing every now and then to take a bong hit, and in turn the girlish clothing slowly began to come off. 


Unbeknownst to his team, this little bet had sparked more than just competitive spirit within the sleek elk. As the night went on and the weed and alcohol flowed, Dayton found himself growing bolder with each passing moment. The smirking captain took charge of directing the horse to perform for his laughing and joking teammates. Each move meticulously planned out by Dayton, every pose designed to humiliate Mael even further. 


With each striptease movement, Dayton felt an unfamiliar heat build between his legs. It wasn't until he saw one of his players reach up and touch Mael’s muscular rear end that it clicked into place in his mind. His competitive nature had morphed into something else entirely: desire for the masculine cheerleader.


"Hey Mael," Dayton slurred and leaned closer, the stallion now down to just silky panties and stockings. Part of him had already escaped those tight panties, his flaccid rut stick bouncing all over the place to the team's amusement and his obliviousness. 


"I think you would do us all a favour if you just stripped off the rest of that sissy lingerie." More excited hoots came from the crowd, which only spurned the grinning Dayton on further. Mael looked shocked, but seemed slightly turned on by the idea as he was both high and drunk to the extreme by now, yet Dayton couldn't quite place what emotions lay within the humiliated stud's eyes. The elk watched as Mael reluctantly agreed and stripped out of the last female attire he had on, the equine now dancing around completely naked. 


The sight made Dayton feel strangely hot under the collar, despite him trying to maintain his macho demeanour. He continued his dance performance naked, the elk in turn getting more bold with his demands. "Bend over," Dayton ordered, pointing towards the ground in front of him, Mael on his part flashed him a startled look, the rival captain growing slightly nauseous.


Dayton made up his mind and without warning or hesitation strolled ever closer. With a smirk playing across his lips, Dayton strode confidently over to the exposed and vulnerable sissy he called a rival. As soon as he reached him, he grabbed hold of one of those massive orbs hanging heavily between Mael's legs, causing an audible gasp to ripple through the crowd. It was clear that no one had expected such direct contact, especially not from their captain.


"You know boys," Dayton said, loud enough for everyone to hear clearly despite him being close to Mael's ear. "I think it's time we teach our little cheerleader here some respect." And with that, he began squeezing firmly on Mael's ball-sack while looking directly into the stud's eyes. A mix of suffering and pleasure flashed across the horse's snout as he tried to remain composed under this unexpected assault. But it wasn't long before tears started welling up in his eyes, signalling submission even if only temporarily. 


Dayton continued teasing Mael like this for what felt like hours to the captain, though it could have been mere minutes given how lost in the pain Mael was. The smell of sweat mixed with musk around the captains, creating a heady scent that only served to heighten their senses further. Every touch, every movement, every sound became magnified until they existed solely within their own little world separate from everything else happening around them. Dayton squeezing and twisting those hefty low hanging testicles savagely... drawing soft whimpers and moans from the normally stoic team leader.


With more than a bit of hesitation, the stoned stallion complied, bending over in front of the grinning elk. Dayton reached out and grabbed the base of that flowing horse tail, yanking it aside to reveal Mael's tight puckered hole for everyone to see. A low growl escaped from deep within the elk, as he stared at that pink tailhole hungrily, the thing reminding him of a certain elk girl's doughnut he liked to eat out.


"Spread those cheeks wider," Dayton barked, the horse giving in to him immediately, unable to resist any longer, the smirking elk in turn licked his lips. He reached out and grabbed hold of Mael's firm muscular cheek's, before roughly spreading them wider apart. The crowd went wild and cheered on their team captain, while Mael let out a mixture of moans and whimpers in response. It fueled Dayton's desires further, pushing the elk past the point of no return. He leaned down licking along the sensitive crevice of Mael's anus, causing him to jump slightly but not pull away. As much as the stallion hated admitting it, this was turning him on more than anything he’d ever done with females from his own species.


With each swipe of that hot tongue, the elk could feel his own desire growing stronger until finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Pushing aside all thoughts of what society would think or how it might affect his alpha image, Dayton gave into his newfound lust for the stallion. Right there by the bonfire, under the watchful eyes of teammates. It wasn't just about humiliating the horse now, it was also about satisfying an urge that’d been building inside of himself the whole evening. Dayton looked at Mael's naked body, as he shoved him down onto all fours. 


There was no turning back now for Dayton, he’d tasted power and control over another male, something he never thought possible, let alone desired. And he wanted more, much, much more. He didn’t know just how far down this rabbit hole he was willing to go or who‘d join him along the way. For now though, Dayton found solace in the fact that he’d finally found an outlet for the evening's growing desires. 


"Oh god, Dayton!" Mael screamed out, as the elk’s huge cock was pushed against his saliva coated tailhole. His round doughnut trembled as it slowly swallowed Dayton's pointed, cock head. The jocks surrounding them watched is stunned silence, as that fucker was slowly worked past Mael's tight sphincters, the roan letting out a groan as it slid in balls deep.


"HURRAH!" The watching crowd roared with excitement, as one alpha male surmounted the other in the ultimate act of victory.


"Ugh... I can feel it throbbing inside me... It's so big and hard," Mael exclaimed in a high and drunken manner, sounding like an actor in a bad porno. His own huge member, previously as hard as steel, began to go limp. Soon, it was just dangling between his thighs like a deflated hose. Reaching down, Dayton batted it around teasingly.


"Looks like you’re my little mare now," Dayton chuckled, and began to move his hips slowly, slamming himself deep into the muscular stallion. The sound of furry flesh slapping against furry flesh echoed out into the night, as the two of them humped and strained. The elk and horse pounding away at each other, lost in their own world of pleasure and lust as the team watched it all. Slipping phones out to openly record their Captain mounting his rival, soon the internet would be abuzz with uploaded videos. 


The bonfire popped and cracked while the watching jocks looked on, Dayton finally reaching his climax, shooting rope after rope of hot sticky cum deep into Mael's bowels. Mael in turn came as well, even fully flaccid his own orgasm was triggered, not by a wet pussy or a cute mare mouth, but by Dayton's climax. As the last few spurts of virile elk seed were released, Dayton slowly pulled out, leaving Mael gaping open and dripping with their combined fluids. 


"Alright boys, I... gave our rival a warm welcome," Dayton called out to his teammates who in turn cheered loudly. They surrounded Mael’s body, the jocks calling him names and teasing him mercilessly. There was a jovial mood in the crowd, the aftermath of the event lingered in the air like a heavy fog, even when the crowd slowly broke up.


The team was left intensely aroused from what had transpired, unsure of how to process such an extraordinary display of lust and domination. For Dayton, there was no way to turn back, the elk knew they’d crossed a line that past all rivalry. He also knew deep down inside, that he didn't want to return to the way things had been between them. He’d been changed by this event, transformed by newfound desires and the power it gave him over others.


Mael was left with a mixture of shame, humiliation, and curiosity about what had happened, wondering how he could be both repulsed and excited at this. Mael couldn't deny that there was something undeniably thrilling about being dominated in such a public and humiliating way. And even though he wanted to hate Dayton for what he’d done, the stallion still found himself unable to completely suppress the feelings of arousal that still lingered. 


As the two rivals faced each other across the bonfire, the firelight cast long shadows across their muzzles, highlighting the uncertainty and confusion they felt. There was a part of Mael that craved more - more of the rough sex, more of the cock and ball torture, and more of the intense emotions that had filled the night. 


"Is that all you got?" Mael moaned weakly, his body covered in frothy sweat, as he tried to goad Dayton into thinking himself a weak top alpha. In this world of sports and competition, where physical strength and endurance are celebrated. They’d discovered a different kind of power within themselves, the power of desire, control, and vulnerability.


Hours later the bonfire flickered and died down to embers, leaving the two alone in the cool night air, the echoes of their screams and the smell of rough sex lingering long after the last team member had left, marking a turning point in their lives that would never be forgotten. 


"Come on... yer in my cabin," Dayton snorted as they walked back to the cabin, the alcohol and weed slowly leaving their system. Dayton had tasted lust and power tonight, and now the elk was left to wonder, had his needs been sated or had they grown. 


"I want to be in your bed," Mael said softly to his rival, making the elk chuckle in turn. 


"I like the way you think, mare," Dayton replied, giving Mael's muscular hip a friendly swat before guiding him into the cabin.


Dayton lay feeling frustrated and restless as he tried to fall asleep. The scent of his arousal filled the room, making the elk feel uncomfortable. Just then, Mael appeared, his large form looming above Dayton, causing the elk to flinch slightly. Instead of attacking or scaring him, Mael gently pushed back the covers and slid into bed next to him. The horse pulled him close against his massive chest, wrapping an arm around his waist possessively. 


"You smell so good," Mael purred, nuzzling at Dayton's neck affectionately. It felt strange, how his rival could make him feel safe in a way that no fur ever could. As they laid still for a few moments, Dayton couldn't help but wonder what would become of them. A soft moan escaped his lips without him realising it, filling the silence with its quiet sound.


Mael picked up on Dayton’s unspoken desire immediately. With a wicked grin, he began to slide down the bed until he reached Dayton’s hips. Without any warning, he leaned forward and licked along the length of his shaft, making the elk gasp as his body reacted instantly to the unexpected touch. The sensation was incomparable to anything he’d tried with former lovers... intense yet pleasurable, sending shivers down his spine that caused his cock to twitch eagerly under Mael’s awkward tongue. 


It was plain the equine jock had never done this before, but he made up for his lack of skill with enthusiasm that bordered on mania. He tried to push Mael away, feeling embarrassed and unsure about what was happening. But Mael held him firmly against the mattress, refusing to let go despite Dayton’s protests. 


"Relax," Mael growled softly, nipping gently at Mael's skin and velvety ball pouch. "Let me take care of you." And with that, he resumed his act, this time focusing more on exploring every inch of Dayton’s sensitive flesh with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.


"Ahahaha," Dayton moaned as a hot mouth engulfed his full length, soft lips and sloppy wet maw working on that throbbing organ. The elk found himself getting lost in the sensations coursing through him. He stopped fighting against Mael’s hold, instead allowing himself to be guided by his wicked rival's inexperienced hands and mouth. Mael was relentless in his pursuit of pleasuring him, using all manner of tricks and techniques to drive the elk wild with ecstasy. His throat worked hard to accommodate Dayton’s girth while his nose rubbed against the base of his shaft, sending vibrations straight into the core of the elk’s being.


Dayton let out a loud groan, feeling his climax building rapidly under Mael’s ministrations. "I-I can't take much more," he panted heavily as sweat began to form on his brow. But before he could say anything else, Mael pulled away suddenly, leaving him gasping for breath and panting like an animal caught in heat.


"Not yet," Mael growled huskily, his voice thick with lust. He grabbed hold of Dayton’s hips, positioning himself between the horse's legs. With a swift motion, the horse took that long cock deep inside his throat, it left them moaning loudly, Mael knowing it wouldn't be long.


Gasping and grunting, he looked up at the ceiling, hands clutching the sides of the mattress as Mael sucked on his cock. "W-what are you doing?" Dayton exclaimed, trying once more to push against Mael but failing due to the overwhelming pleasure. His body betrayed him, responding eagerly to every thrust despite his protests. It wasn't long before Dayton felt a familiar heat building deep within him once more, threatening to consume him if it weren't released soon. Mael seemed to sense when Dayton was close to climaxing, picking up speed as he worked relentlessly between the elk's muscular legs. 


The bull cried out, hooves digging into the sheets beneath as waves of ecstasy washed over him like a tidal wave. Mael found himself getting lost in the moment, forgetting everything except for the warm body beneath him and the male pride filling up his mouth. With one final gulp, he drew all of Dayton into his throat just as the superior alpha male let out a loud cry of release. The sensation overwhelmed Mael completely, as Dayton squealed and whinnied, shooting thick ropes of sticky white liquid down the equine's sore throat. 


As Dayton recovered from the experience, he noticed the smile of delight on the equine's snout. Mael had just sucked a cock for the first time in his life, and as he looked down at the bigger stud he had pleased, the horse felt empowered. A part of him felt a perverse excitement coursing through his veins, as he stared in desire at his naked rival.


"I don't want this ever to stop," Dayton whispered in defeat, the superior alpha half asleep. 


The equine on his part could feel an insatiable hunger gnawing away inside him at Dayton’s words, demanding satisfaction only Dayton's thick and throbbing member could provide. His mind raced with thoughts of that wonderful cock, somehow his rival had become the centre of his universe. All rational thoughts replaced with primal urges, leaving him little choice but to give into his newfound nature and submission below the elk.


FIN