Double Penetration Whore

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Beau's head pounded, on his back, the beastly stallion under him, though the stag felt far too small, far too insignificant, in comparison to him. He had no muscle, barely anything at all, while the powerful albino stallion with a thick load of feather around his fetlocks rippled with it. Every inch of him was hard and wet with sweat after his workout and he lusted for more, lusted for something that he knew he deserved.

The stag grunted throatily, but there was a paw closed around his muzzle, holding him there, a fat dick questing for entry to his tail hole. Someone else, a looming beast of a grey stallion dappled through with soft markings, grasped his slender cock, stroking the deer's length, even if it was not the main attraction from them. Every inch of the studs looming over Beau dominated the scene, bulging and swelling with muscle, the cremello white stallion under him grunting, snorting, nuzzling at the back of his neck.

"Mmmph... You're ripe to fuck, hot stuff..."

But Beau was not so sure that he wanted any choice in that matter, moaning out loud, that fat length pressing up to his tail hole. There was only one place for it to go as he tried to rock his hips down but, lying on top of the stallion in the sweaty heat of the gym had him hard and ready, tail hole softening to open up around that demanding length.

Everything was there, his body ripe for the taking as the stud had said, but he didn't have just the one cock to deal with - oh no. That would have been too easy, far too easy, grunting and panting as the grey stud pressed in over Beau, his hocks flexing as he dipped down low enough to tease his dick up against the other stallion's.

Beau's breath caught but the slam of bars back into the racks of cages in the gym was not enough to shock anyone out of what was to happen right there on the Olympic lifting set up, hard boards and matting under the cremello stud's back. His pink lips played with Beau's antlers, stifling a groan, as the grey stud's cock bore in too, driving deep, forcing in alongside the first length to give the stag twice the penetration.

"Ohhh, oh, fuck!"

Beau squirmed and howled, cock throbbing and twitching as if it was about to jet off a load of cum right then and there but he was not there for his pleasure, not as they used his slutty hole.

"Unff... Loose enough to take both of us?"

The grey stallion kissed him fiercely, looming over him, driving his cock in with the white stallion's, though Beau would never get their names. In fact, he would never see them again after that day when they fucked him rampantly, his tail hole raw, But that was okay as his head spun, cock drooling more and more pre-cum, slipping into seed in a kind of orgasm that he had never before thought was possible from just being penetrated.

Learning something new, every day...

But it was different, his entire body taken over by the studs as they fucked him, pounding, thrusting, grinding. They did not think of his pleasure, only what his body could do for them, needing it more and more, hard lines defining their bodies. The snorting masses of the stallions overwhelmed Beau as he moaned out loud into the grey horse's muzzle, tongues tangling, though there was no question who was the dominant party in the kiss. Even as he played his part in filling the deer's slut-hole, he forced Beau's head back in the kiss, moaning into his mouth.

He was there for them, a hole to be fucked and filled, his ring burning from the strain but loving it all the same. It was not a sensation that he would have given up for any manner of comfort or other pleasure, lusting too viciously, a driving need powering up from deep in his gut. It was feral and it was raw and it only came forth from the strain of two cocks pounding his backside both at once.

It was his chance to burn in ecstasy, splattering his own stomach in cum, though the studs were not yet down, others clustering around to watch the show, the scent of sex and sweat powering on. It was intoxicating in the best of ways as the stallions ground together, claiming his tail hole, stretching him out to such an extent that Beau even wondered if his backside would be the same again.

What did it matter? Nothing mattered, not as the stallions thrust out of time, need rising, pumping through, desire curling up from the pits of their stomachs. They knew what they needed and how to take it, grunting thickly, ears twitching, tails proudly lashing the air.

No one would ever know, however, which of the stallions was the first to reach their high, only that Beau twisted, breaking his lips free, grunting and groaning weakly, lips moving far more than any sound that passed them. He cried out as ropes of hot seed, one cock after the other, filled his backside, deeper than ever, so much cum pumping into him that it was a wonder indeed that the stag had ever before considered anything that had come from his own cock an orgasm at all.

No, it was more potent when it was filling him, their cocks making an obvious swell in his lower abdomen, though the pump of their cum made it all the more obvious, thicker and fuller, swollen with seed. He was no more than a vessel for their cum, a toy to be used, and, frankly, there was nowhere else that the stag would have rather been.

He groaned, head swimming, stretched beyond every limit that he'd thought he'd had. Not a drop of cum trickled from his tail hole, stretched as he was, panting heavily, sweat dripping from the stallion above him.

"Mmmph, such a good fuck."

Beau shivered.

What more could he ask to be?

He'd be a whore for two stallion dicks any day.