Evening had fallen on the town. The stars twinkled in the darkening sky, and the lights in the houses went out one by one as their residents went to sleep, but one building was still bustling with life and laughter. The inn was packed to the brim with townsfolk celebrating the end of work with drink and game, and the loudest of them was Drake, a towering draft stallion with a bare dark brown chest and a braided snow-white mane. Sprawled on a wooden chair that struggled to bear the load of his hulking body, he was decimating one beer after the other while accompanying the tunes of the local bard with enthusiastic, yet rarely accurate bawling. However, as the night progressed and the empty mugs piled up in front of him, a suggestive comment from one of the other patrons, a young collie, disrupted the inebriated stallion's spree and he interrupted the song with a thundering bellow.

"What do you mean with I'm all mouth and no trousers? How dare you!" Drake roared, pounding his fist on the wood as he pointed at the canine. "Of course, I'm the biggest, strongest guy in this whole town! I bet I've got twice as much meat as you limp-dicked wannabe. Look!" Not missing a beat, he jumped up, ripped open his fly, and slapped one foot of fat, sweaty pink horsecock on the table, making the mugs around shake and rattle. The stallion's outburst had half of the inn rolling their eyes, but the rest gathered around him and the dog, getting ready and hyped for the upcoming spectacle, be it a brawl or something else.

However, Drake wasn't in the mood for a dance of the fists, and still pointing at the collie, he growled, "Come on, show me what you got! Show me that tiny twig between your legs and dare to repeat your insult, boy!"

As it turned out, the young dog wasn't in the mood to challenge the hulking stallion either. Gritting his teeth, he shook his head and retreated with a shameful whine, his tail tucked between his legs much to the amusement of the crowd. However, the laughter fell silent as quickly as it had come when Drake looked around, eyes blazing, and puffed himself up even more. "Are you done laughing yet? Do you think this is funny? Tell me, does any of you think they can match me?" he snarled, pushing his fists into his hips.

An abashed murmur went through the people, some looking at each other, some staring at the ground, and some still ogling the stallion's exposed schlong, but nobody dared to take him up on the challenge, his fat, drooping nuts dissuading even the foolhardiest of the bunch, conjuring a smug grin onto his muzzle. "Thought as much. Although, if anyone feels called upon, they're more than free to step forward and challenge me. The one who nuts the most gets to fuck the loser, which obviously is me, and I'll gladly pound each and every single one of you~"

Just as Drake was about to stuff his junk back into his pants, a limber figure in a long, night-blue cloak rose from his chair and walked up to the table. Excited oohs and aahs echoed through the inn, the crowd stepping back and making room for the newcomer.

"Oh, an actual contender? Color me impressed! You've got more guts than the rest of the town combined, boy, but we'll have to see how much of that is warranted," Drake grunted, tilting his head as he inspected his opponent. "Now, show me what you got."

With a nod, the cowled male threw back his hood and dropped his cloak, exposing his striped, slender body to the eyes of the stallion and the audience. Kamari was an aspiring zebra mage on a study trip through the lands, rocking long, wavy black hair, a frilly white shirt, and a pair of form-fitting cloth pants that snugly embraced his ample rear. The reveal elicited wolf-whistles and jeering laughs, and the draft stallion hardly contained a sneering grin as he considered the challenge a safe victory, his massive rod hardening at the prospect. "Got a name, pretty boy? Because I wanna know whose ass I'll be pounding in a bit."

"My name is Kamari," the zebra responded with a melodic voice, a jaunty smile on his muzzle as he untied his waistband and pulled down his pants, baring his black sheath and a pair of round, plump orbs that matched the size of his challenger's balls. While that fact flew right over the inebriated stallion's head, it stirred activity in the crowd, and a ferret and a rat hastily arranged a makeshift betting stand on the adjacent table. "Now, what are the rules? How do we measure the amount? What tools are allowed?"

"Huh? Rules? You need rules? Why?" Drake chortled with a hiked brow and shook his head, taking a pair of empty mugs and placing one in front of each of them. "But sure, if it makes you feel better, we'll take these mugs here for measuring. As for tools,  everything that makes you nut, hands, feet, muzzle... in fact, Tyler! Come here, I need your horny ass!" The stallion turned around and reached for the wolf right behind him, dragging him forward and yanking his pants to the ground without any hesitation.

"H-hey! Careful, you big oaf!" the canine whined as Drake exposed his sheath and his fuzzy butt. "I-is this really necessary? Right here, in front of everybody?"

The draft stallion laughed and gave Tyler's butt a firm slap, enough to make him yelp before he bent him over the table. "Yes, it is necessary. We all know how much you crave my fat cock in your butt, you insatiable slut. Besides, I'll buy you as much beer as you can drink for the rest of the night if you let me pound you. Deal?"

A red hot blush shot onto the wolf's cheeks, but he ultimately nodded with a needy whimper. "D-deal. Now hurry up and get it over with already, you dumbass."

"That's what I like to hear," Drake snorted as he spread Tyler's cheeks and pulled his tail aside, exposing his tight pink tailhole. He spat on the quivering orifice and slammed two digits up the wolf's ass, making him moan and whimper as he finger-fucked him with gusto but little gentleness.

Kamari's eyes widened as he watched the sudden escalation, but he eventually embraced the show and took the opportunity to play with his own sheath. He slid a finger into the warm, dusky hole and rubbed the thick, sensitive rim, moaning softly as he coaxed out inch after inch of his slender black horsecock.

Clearly, someone as rowdy and drunk as Drake didn't have the nerve or patience for proper foreplay. After a few twists and curls against the wolf's prostate, he yanked his fingers out again and gave the loose hole another coating of fresh spit before he aligned his massive shaft with his partner's ass.

"C-careful with that! You're pretty big, Drake," Tyler gasped and pressed a hand onto his muzzle as the draft horse prodded his ring, much to the audible delight of the crowd. Their lewd whispers and murmurs took a backseat, however, when the drunk stallion finally pushed his hips forward and slammed his fat rod into the small wolf, making him howl like his ancestors.

Drake's sheer size kept him from burying his entire meat at once, his partner's asshole cinching up before he could fit his medial ring in, but that didn't curb his far-reaching ambitions. With a thundering snort, he pulled his schlong back out and battered it back in, again and again, loosening the parts his fingers hadn't reached before. The thorough treatment elicited even louder howls from the canine, his whole body shaking and reeling as the stallion's girth manifested as a fat bulge on his abdomen while the audience celebrated the progress with wolfish cheers and whistles.

Kamari, however, didn't let the growing heat go to his head. He maintained his dainty smile as he grabbed his swelling shaft and stroked it with long, languid pumps, a bead of glistening pre capping his tip as he grew fully erect. For the moment, he enjoyed the break from the spotlight, gladly yielding it to the wolf getting railed on the table.

Not that Tyler was able to care much about it, as the draft stallion's thrusts had scrambled his brain to the point where that fat horsecock was the only thing he could think of. Muzzle wide open, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his tongue dangling out, he cried and drooled like a bitch in heat while every thrust made the wooden table creak and groan beneath him, the crowd howling and bawling with crude joy. He was nothing more than a drunk behemoth's fuck toy and the whole inn's late-night entertainment, but he couldn't care less. Rock-hard from the relentless pounding, his crimson canine taper was flailing and whipping around aimlessly, dripping and squirting pre onto the paneled floor as he lost himself in a rapture of senseless pleasure.

But before the wolf could hog the spotlight too much, Drake shifted the attention back to the girlish zebra. "Fuck me, you sure you gonna stand a chance with that pencil dick, pretty boy? That thing's thinner than my finger," he laughed, yanking his fat rod out of Tyler to slap it across his back. "That's what a real cock looks like, and you're gonna learn what it feels like once I pound you as hard as this worthless bitch here."

Tyler protested with an unintelligible whine, although his lust-addled face didn't reveal if he was objecting to the stallion's mockery or desperate for the pounding to continue. Either way, Drake shut him up by stuffing his fingers into his muzzle, making him gag before he reflexively began to suck on them.

"Good boy! Have a treat," the draft stallion neighed and rammed his cock back into the canine with enough force to tuck the last inch, his bloated nuts hitting the wolf's crotch with a resounding slap. "Oh yes, fits like a glove every time~" Clamping his other hand around Tyler's chest, Drake lifted him up from the table and began to rut him standing, robbing the smaller male of the last bit of control as his legs were too short to reach the ground. Instead, they dangled and flailed around as uselessly as his arms and his dick as the horse bulged his belly with twice the fervor.

A powerful shiver raced through Kamari and he paused in awe as he saw the display of raw, unrestrained strength before him. But where he was left speechless, the crowd was cheering and roaring all the more, and quite a few of them had even gone one step further. A plethora of differently colored and shaped dicks was on open display as their owners jerked off to the show. and some even did so while leering right at the young mage, giving him a kick of lust he hadn't asked for, but fortunately didn't mind either.

However, before the zebra could get back to fapping, he was interrupted by a broad, sweaty hand on his shoulder. Drake had taken a step closer, still holding the blissed-out wolf in the other, and made an offer. "You know what? This is just pitiful. You've shown spunk, glamour boy, so it's only fair if you get a hole to fuck before I pound yours," he suggested, demonstratively pulling Tyler's muzzle open with three fingers. "Here, this slut is already drooling for some tasty cock~"

A burst of excitement rippled through the canine, his tail wagging and his nose twitching as he ogled the zebra's smooth black rod. "Fuck yeah, tasty cock~ Gimme!"

Kamari bit his lip in hesitation as he pondered the surprise offer, but the opinion of the draft horse, the slutty wolf, and the rest of the crowd was as clear as day. They wanted to see his dick inside Tyler's muzzle, and the vibrant reds and pinks of his tight maw were enticing him, too. "Alright," he relented and tenderly cupped the canine's head, guiding him down to his throbbing cock. He didn't even need to align himself, though, as Tyler had already slipped out his tongue and wrapped it around his tip, guiding it into his eager mouth.

"Nice! And don't hold back. This mutt can take it," Drake laughed and continued where he had left off, pounding the wolf senseless.

Meanwhile, the zebra tenderly wrapped his hands around Tyler's head, but he didn't even get the opportunity to push forward, as the draft stallion's raw force already shoved the wolf right onto his cock, making him take inch after inch of the slender rod whether he wanted or not. However, the canine's initial choke of surprise was swiftly followed by an eager moan as his eyes went cross and he returned to his previous state, one of pure bliss and without a single thought in his head.

Kamari followed the wolf's example and swiftly lost himself in the warm, wet tightness of his throat with a needy, treble moan, much to Drake's delight. "That's better, ain't it? And fuck me, what lovely noises," the draft stallion cackled, giving Tyler's ass another firm smack to make him squirm. "Can't wait to hear some more once you've got my cock in... oh fuck~"

Drake was still talking as the wolf between him and the zebra mage succumbed to the relentless rutting, his body rearing up in his grip and his throat vibrating with a muffled howl. With a wet plop and to the cheers of the audience, his knot slipped out of his sheath and he began to unload rope after rope of thin, milky seed onto the inn's floor. Not for long, though, because the rat from the betting table sensed an opportunity and jumped up with an empty mug, slipping underneath the canine to catch his seed just in case. He even wrapped his hand around the male's knot, clutching it tightly as he aimed it at the mug.

"Heh, do you really think this slut got the juice to beat me?" Drake laughed. "Here, gimme a second, I'll show you what a real load looks like." With a thundering neigh, he picked up the pace and pushed himself to his limits in a final spurt to the edge, snorting and huffing like a steam engine, sweat running down his maroon fur and lending a glistening sheen to his hulking body. The interplay of his flexing muscles mesmerized not a few in the crowd, but most of all, it enchanted Kamari. 

The zebra was frozen in awe as he watched and felt the draft stallion's brutal finish, the wolf's tight throat relaying every thrust as he stared at the towering, raging equine. If he lost, it would be his turn to get wrecked, and for the first time, he wondered if he had bitten off more than he could chew.

The draft horse didn't maintain his feral rutting for long because his orgasm was right around the corner. His massive rod already flared in anticipation of the release, but just before the floodgates opened and it was too late, he yanked his schlong out of the whining canine and dropped him onto the table like a sack of potatoes. "Get me some mugs, I'm about to blow!" he roared, gripping his horsecock with both hands and pumping himself to completion. His mind was too muddied by lust to care about aiming or anything, but since there was money on the line, the ferret from the betting table joined in and unceremoniously pulled an empty mug over the stallion's flaring tip to catch his seed.

"Fuck, here it comes!" Wrangling his flexing rod like an unruly beast, Drake started to cum into the wooden cup, the initial shot hard enough that it almost knocked it out of the ferret's hand. The next ones followed in rapid succession, his fat, bloated nuts jumping and his cock bulging with every squirt as he filled the mug up with a wet splashing and gurgling. The full extent of his eruption became visible as the ferret tilted the mug down, handling the stallion's pulsing tip as if he was pouring beer from a tap. Already, it was half full, and the snorting draft horse kept going, pumping and pouring ounce after ounce of his thick, heavy semen into the cup.

The view made Kamari swallow hard, and he took a step back from the table, pulling his cock out of the wasted wolf. If Drake kept going like that, he wouldn't stand a chance, but at the same time, the sight of the hulking male jizzing into the beer mug, the cheers and cries of the crowd, and the rush of the challenge riled him up and drove him like nothing else. Besides, if he didn't even try, he would lose instantly, so he grabbed his dick and continued to jerk it with wild strokes.

Meanwhile, Drake reached the end of his climax and slumped into his chair, neighing triumphantly as he saw the result of his efforts. The mug in front of him was brimful with his thick, warm semen, the liquid almost spilling over the top, while Tyler's output in the mug next to it wasn't even half as much. "You see that, pretty boy? That's how much a real horse nuts," he whickered, spreading his legs and leaning back to flaunt his towering, glistening pink rod and his fat, drooping nuts. With an impish glint in his eyes, he added," Now show me yours~"

Kamari nodded with a red hot blush on his cheeks. With the eyes and attention of the entire inn back on him, it didn't take much to drive him over the edge, and he barely had time to grab a mug and hold it in front of his tip as it flared. With a desperate, girlish whinny, he erupted into an orgasm, his dangling black nuts springing to action and his slender rod tensing up in his grip, pumping the first rope of seed into the cup. However, it was by no means as powerful and voluminous as Drake's first shot, stirring an agitated murmur in the crowd, half of which relieved and half disappointed as the outcome of the bet seemed sealed.

"Well, nice try, sweet cheeks, but I think that's all we need to know," Drake boasted, casually stroking his horsecock to get it back up and standing so he was ready to claim his reward. "So why don't you let go and come over already?"

Moaning and gasping for breath, Kamari stared at the draft stallion, but he didn't give in yet as his orgasm was still going strong, squirt after squirt pouring into the mug. He didn't dare look at it, not wanting to see if he had lost or won until the last drop had left his tip, but as it turned out, the expression on Drake's face was all he had to know. Soon enough, he noticed that the draft stallion's cocky grin was waning and his ears were twitching nervously.

"You're still going?" Drake grunted, his hands tightening around his knees as he watched the zebra's filling mug. "A bit more than I thought for such a little guy, but we'll have to see what a comparison brings. After all, the mugs in this inn come in all shapes and sizes, right guys?" He chuckled, an increasingly strained smile on his lips as he waited for the other male's orgasm to end and for the squirts to subside before he could catch up. At least there was still an inch of space left to the top of the mug.

At that point, the ferret stepped up to Kamari and tapped his hand, offering him a fresh, empty mug. The zebra gave the little male a brief blank stare before he nodded and accepted the offer just before his cum spilled over the edge of the first cup. Finally, his climax was weakening, the squirts growing unsteady and shallower as his nuts were almost dry, but the mug right next to his sweaty hand was clearly as full as the draft stallion's mug. The challenge was still on, and the tension in the crowd was palpable as everybody stared at the tip of his tensing black horsecock, some holding their breath as they awaited the end, but it still hadn't come.

Drake, growing increasingly irritated, snatched the ferret and sneered at him, "Oh, come on, you two are tweaking the numbers, aren't you? Of course, his mug is full already, because it wasn't empty to begin with."

The male in the draft horse's grip fidgeted in protest, slapping against his hand until he let him go. "First of all, I didn't touch anything on the table, so that mug's as empty as you left it, Drake," he squeaked, fists against his hips. "Second, there's plenty of witnesses to confirm that it's been empty to begin with. Third, have a good, close look. I don't know how he did it, but Kamari has almost filled another mug to the top, and I definitely won't whip out the balance for that. He's outnutted you, Drake. Accept it."

The draft stallion grunted in indignation, hemming and hawing as he tried to find another explanation, but finally fell silent and watched with a blank stare as Kamari squeezed the last drop of his thick zebra cum into the nearly full mug -- the second full mug -- with a relieved smile on his lips.

The moment the zebra let go of his dick, the tension dissipated and the audience rejoiced, one even stepping forward to pat his back. Just for completeness's sake, the rat and the ferret took the loads of all three males and pushed them into the center of the table, making it unambiguously clear that the slender zebra had come more than Drake and Tyler combined.

However, while the crowd celebrated and several cashed in on their successful bets, Drake got up and towered over Kamari in one last act of defiance, admitting his defeat only to tie it to a new deal. "Well, looks like you've beaten me, pretty boy, so how about I'll make you a better offer: my cock. You can ride it, suck it, do whatever you want with the biggest cock in town. Whaddaya say?" he suggested with the biggest, most convincing smile he could muster, leaning even closer and offering his massive pink rod like a vendor in the marketplace. An offer he hoped the zebra couldn't resist.

"Tempting, but no. I've already made my choice," Kamari chuckled, seeing his opponent grasp at straws as the crowd roared with excitement. Drake's dominance had been broken, the tables had turned, and even those who had bet on him were eager to watch him eat his cocky words. With the victory and the boisterous backing of the crowd, the zebra's confidence returned twofold, and he finally demanded, "So turn around and show me that ass~"

Drake's ears reared down and he nervously smacked his lips as the inn's eyes rested on his hide, making for an unpleasantly sobering experience for the drunken draft stallion. Silently cursing his overconfidence, his eyes whizzed back and forth between the crowd, the door, the girly zebra, and his half-hard cock as if he could simply leg it, but he knew that wouldn't work. The town had witnessed his defeat, and they would hold him accountable for whatever he chose to do. For days to come. Probably even for years if he chickened out.

The draft stallion finally nodded with a defeated sigh and grabbed a full mug of beer from another table, tossing it down before he bent over his chair and pointed his huge, musclebound butt at the zebra, hesitantly raising his braided tail to expose his puffy chocolate asshole and his heavy, drooping backsack.

"Beautiful~ Wouldn't it have been a shame if you hadn't been able to show off these delicious buns?" Kamari cooed, rubbing his hands and licking his lips as he walked toward the presenting stallion. But before he even touched anything, the massive male already tensed up and cinched his swollen ring shut, and when he gingerly placed a hand on his buttocks, he sensed a subtle shiver and a suppressed whine, telling him all he needed to know: Drake was afraid, and he probably had never taken dick up his butt before. These realizations conjured a big grin onto the zebra's face, but he didn't call him out. He didn't even ask about it because he wasn't here to return the draft stallion's scorn; he was here to get some of the finest ass he had ever seen while the circumstances and the audience did the mocking for him.

In any case, some preparations were in order to help the draft stallion loosen up and make this pleasant for everybody involved. So the zebra dropped to his knees behind Drake and wrapped his hands around his partner's fat, swollen nuts, tugging and squeezing them as he inspected them from all angles. Wrapped in thick, dark skin like his own pair, they were coated by a thick, shining layer of sweat and smelled like a day of hard work in the fields, a stench that made the slender mage drool and moan with lust. A single whiff of this intoxicating musk was enough to revive his erection, the second flushed him with a heat that easily beat the stuffy, humid warmth that pervaded the inn, and the third caused an overwhelming thirst.

The lewd murmur of the crowd permeated the air as Kamari slid his long, slender tongue around one of Drake's fat nuts and pulled it into his muzzle, sucking and slurping on it like a huge piece of candy. Some cheered him on while others demanded him to rail the stallion without mercy, some even offering to step in, but he didn't care as he gorged himself on the warm, sweaty delight, letting the result of a day's labor run down his throat. Every lick and kiss fired him up more, but more importantly, it helped his partner relax. The tension in Drake's legs and buttocks was weakening and his body rumbled with a heavy grunt. He wasn't quite there yet, though, cinching up with gritted teeth as the zebra prodded his puffy ring with a single finger.

Fortunately, the mage had only just begun his ministrations. Once he had bathed Drake's other orb with ample spit and licks, his probing touch already met a little less resistance, and his fingertip found its way into the draft stallion's warm, dusky depths. Pleased with his progress, Kamari parted with his partner's sack and dragged his tongue across his perineum, kissing and licking the sensitive patch of skin until the stallion was rock-hard again.

"W-what are you doing?" Drake groaned in confusion at the unfamiliar stimulation.

Ignoring the draft horse's question, the zebra pressed his nose against his swollen chocolate pucker and inhaled with flaring nostrils, absorbing a musk even rawer, purer, and earthier than the scent of his balls. It was strong enough to make him moan and whine like a slut, his slender rod bouncing and leaking a wad of pre onto the floor, but he wasn't the only one who was getting into it. The draft horse had finally loosened up to the point where his thick, throbbing sphincter revealed a hint of pink in its core.

Kamari instantly seized the opportunity and wrapped his lips around the stallion's swollen asshole, threading his tongue through the clenching ring and shoving it deep into his warm, tight ass. Drake tightened up the moment he invaded his rear, but it was too late to stop him, and he squirmed his slender muscle deeper and deeper until he hit his partner's special pleasure button. 

Never touched this way before, the zebra's caress elicited a violent response from his hulking partner. He reared up with a dazed whicker, and his voice vibrated with an irrefutable hint of pleasure. This was music to Kamari's ears, and with a proud grin on his lips, he writhed and curled his tongue with all his might, as eager to savor Drake's aroma as to hear him sing with bliss.

Overwhelmed by the unexpected stimulation and too dazed by beer and lust to care, Drake collapsed onto his chair and rewarded Kamari with an even deeper, needier neigh of joy. "Shit, why does this feel so good!?" And as if a spell was broken, new life and initiative surged through the horny audience. More flies popped open and pants dropped to the floor, dicks jumping and bouncing free to the left and right of the zebra as their spectators enjoyed the spectacle with less and less restrained grunts and groans.

Some patrons got even more inspired than that. A few of them gathered around Tyler to give the slutty wolf the cream filling he had been denied so far, the ferret and the rat joined Kamari and dropped on their knees beside him to worship the draft stallion's massive, throbbing horsecock while the zebra tongue-kissed his ass, and a ram and a boar, two of Drake's work colleagues and booze buddies, walked up to his face, each pointing their fat, leaking rods at his lust-addled face while jerking off with dirty grins.

The increasingly raunchy atmosphere in the inn fueled Kamari's desire, and he deepened his licks and slurps until the taste and twitches of his partner's asshole couldn't satisfy his cravings anymore. His cock was painfully erect and drooling pre, and he was desperate to put it to use, so he pulled his tongue out of Drake's ass and parted from his puffy pucker with a fat kiss. 

As the zebra stood up and aligned his swollen, throbbing rod with the spit-lubed, loosened orifice, a powerful shiver raced through the hulking stallion. The male knew what was coming, but unlike earlier he didn't pucker up. Instead, his ring dilated as if to welcome his cock, and he turned his head around, a befuddled, hazy lust written on his face as he slurred, "Fuck, I don't know if there's something in the beer or if your tongue is just that good, but you've gotten me hornier than that slut Tyler. Now, come on and pound me already before I wise up and regret it."

"With the greatest pleasure, Drake," Kamari cooed and pressed his tip against the stallion's swollen sphincter. The shallow prod stirred an even stronger shiver in the horse's body, and he bit his lip as he looked at the zebra, his expression more abashed than ever, submissive even. "Just relax and enjoy, I'll take care of the rest~" 

Gifting Drake the most encouraging smile he could muster, the zebra grabbed his muscular waist and pushed until the first inch slipped in with a wet, satisfying pop, the few spectators still watching them celebrating the accomplishment with loud cheers.

The draft stallion gasped with surprise as Kamari's slender, sweaty meat stretched his fat ring wider than ever, only to lapse into a long, drawn-out moan as his partner shoved his cock inside him. Inch after inch, he claimed and spread his tight, virginal channel, rubbing and grinding against his inner walls to spawn even more of that sweet delight the willowy zebra's tongue had brought. However, the first inches were nothing compared to the surge of stimulation that flooded his brain as the cock inside him reached his prostate. Drake reared up with a slutty neigh, his eyes going cross and his jaw dropping as his brain flooded with pleasure. Any doubts that were still left in his mind vanished into thin air.

The draft horse's cries were music to Kamari's ears, enhancing the sensation of his snug, warm ass around his rod and the delicious view of that big, beefy backside. Not to mention the clenching and rippling of his insides as he began to fuck him with quick, shallow thrusts, grinding and sliding the rim of his tip back and forth against his partner's pleasure bulb. He didn't need to go much harder or deeper yet to push the impudent stallion to his limits, make him sing, and discover the cock-loving part of him. Besides, he received some extra affection from below anyway as the rat and the ferret extended their ministrations to him, one of them passionately slurping Drake's ring and his pulsing rod while the other sucked and licked his balls with unquestioning devotion.

Within moments, the zebra's eager thrusts broke the beefy stallion completely. Thanks to the intense prostate massage, he lost himself in a whirling storm of stimulation, and his nostrils flared and fluttered as he neighed with unrestrained lust. No more thoughts, no more worries, just a vast sea of pleasure filled his mind that not even the two wanking males in front of him could disturb. In fact, Drake embraced the sight of their fat, sweaty rods and packed, drooping balls with a watering muzzle and eager eyes while their words and mockery went in one ear and out the other. Not that it kept his colleagues from trying.

"Damn, who knew you were such a slut, Drake?" the boar laughed and gripped the stallion's mane. "I almost wanna make you choke on my dick."

But before he could move closer, the ram interrupted him with a hoarse grunt, "Shit, I gotta cum."

"Yeah, let's paint that slut," the boar cheered and pumped his cock with twice the vigor, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he reached the edge. "That finally makes us even, slut horse."

As if Drake had been waiting for the cue, he opened his jaw and stuck out his tongue to receive their seed. Grunting and groaning, sweating and grimacing, they embraced the offer and sprayed their nut all over his face, rope after rope of thick, sticky cum hitting the stallion's cheeks and chin, his mane and his gaping muzzle. Although his colleagues weren't quite as productive as him, they still had enough to share to turn his brown fur milky white, and just as the draft stallion was about to swallow the mess, the boar finally followed through with his initial idea and shoved his fat, squirting dong down his throat, force-feeding him the rest of his load.

Drake gagged and choked from the rough treatment, coughing up some of the cum as the boar pulled out, but that didn't dampen his delight in the slightest. He was too distracted by Kamari's cock to care, and he neighed with even greater bliss as the zebra pressed against his back and shoved the rest of his schlong up his ass. Absently, he licked the cum off his lips and swallowed the mess with a rapturous smile as his slender, slinky partner railed him with flailing tail and billowing black hair, their fat nuts clapping together with wet slaps as he churned his insides like butter.

The vigorous pounding, the taste of thick, musky seed on his taste buds, and the eager lips of the rat eventually pushed the towering stallion over the edge. Clutching the backrest of his chair and rearing up with a roar of bliss, he burst into his second orgasm of the night, and it was even greater than the first. As it turned out, he didn't need to fuck a tight ass to cum hard; he just needed a horny little zebra on his back to plunge his rod deep inside him and rut him in a merciless frenzy to experience a high unlike any other, and once again, his gargantuan horsecock flared and flexed with mighty throbs, his swollen nuts churning up another massive load.

Drake blasted the first rope onto the floor with so much force that the loud, wet splash made everyone around him stop and turn to stare at him as he unleashed a giant volley of cum. The entire inn witnessed his cries and groans of mindless pleasure as Kamari fucked his ass, and they watched as he painted the wooden panels with a growing puddle of thick, milky cum while the zebra milked his prostate of every drop. Already, the mess reached the proportions of his first load, and he was still going strong, his flailing rod squirting and nutting over the legs of the chair and the awe-struck rat underneath him. Maybe this would've been his way to beat Kamari? The stallion was too busy cumming to care about what-ifs, though, and in his enthusiasm, he helped his partner over the edge as well.

A few more thrusts, a few more slaps of his swinging testes, and Kamari erupted with a squeaky, almost melodic cry. His movements ground to a halt as his rod flared inside the colossal draft stallion, and he joined him in his ecstatic high. His schlong began to pulse and flex violently, and their sweaty, tensing nuts rubbed and twitched against each other while he pumped his load into the tight, warm hole. Squirt after squirt, throb after throb, ounce after ounce he filled his partner's guts while that clenching ass drained him completely dry. Mug after mug of warm, thick seed rushed into the hulking male's belly, extending his orgasm and softening his trained, taut midriff with the sheer volume of it, marking his body like no one else before.

Another minute passed until the mindless orgasm finally loosened its grip around Kamari's mind, allowing his body to relax and his nuts to recover. With it, clarity returned and a big grin slipped onto his muzzle as he appreciated the sight of the sweaty, swollen draft stallion beneath him like no other accomplishment in his life. He had gotten the hottest, tightest piece of ass he had had in a long time, and he had made the cocky, naturally dominant male do and enjoy something he would've never attempted on his own. Besides, the silly bet and everything that went with it had sent the whole inn into a horny frenzy, an orgy of groaning, sweating males raging around him, and he loved that he was at the center of it.

Drake eventually recovered from his high as well, but his return to clarity wasn't as delightful as Kamari's, as it made him painfully aware of his fall from grace. And yet, he couldn't claim that he hadn't enjoyed taking the first dick of his life. That he hadn't loved every second of it, including the humiliating facials of his booze buddies. That he didn't crave more of that spunky, girly zebra and his perfect cock. More cock in general, to be honest. The mix of debilitating shame and unspeakable lust had the stallion stumped, and the alcohol in his system wasn't making it any easier to think, so he just slumped onto his chair with a heavy snort and watched the spectacle around him with a blank gaze and a drooling muzzle.

Life and thought only returned to the draft stallion's body and brain when Kamari pulled up a chair next to him and joined him, poking his arm with a playful grin. "Come on, losing the bet wasn't so bad, was it?"

Drake sluggishly turned his head and stared at the zebra for five seconds before snorting, "Fuck you for making me love this so much, pretty boy."

"My pleasure, Drake," Kamari snickered and patted the draft stallion's back. "Ready for more? Because it looks like our audience is eager to join us."

The draft stallion looked up and whickered in surprise as he noticed the half dozen males that had gathered in front of them, their eyes blazing with lust and their cocks leaking with pre. Not a moment later, a touch at his rear made him whirl around and he saw the ferret align his pink shaft with his loose, dripping asshole. The round with the zebra had been fun, but did he really want more of this?

Meanwhile, Kamari had already made up his mind, tossed back his long, wavy hair, and plunged himself into the fray, jerking off a stocky gray donkey with one hand and downing the mug with Drake's semen while the rat buried his face between his striped buttocks, licking and slurping his puffy black pucker with devotion and clear intent. Setting the empty mug back down, he winked at the draft stallion and moaned, "Let's forget about bets, rivalries, and all that nonsense and just have some fun together!"

The zebra's encouragement sent a powerful shiver through the draft stallion, his body flushing with fresh, hot arousal while his drooping, dripping rod hardened once again. His body had made its choice, and the longer he looked at the dripping dicks in front of him, the longer he inhaled the sweaty, musky stench of the other horny males, the more he liked the suggestion. Besides, after everything that had happened, he couldn't possibly fall any lower, so why not indulge that newfound desire? Why not make this the wildest night of his life? Finally, Drake nodded and prompted the ferret, "Nick, stick it in and pound me already. As for the rest of you wankers, you've heard Kamari. Front door's open, so get to it. Let's make this a night to remember!"