Reginald sighed, trying to smooth a wrinkle out of his blazer with one paw as the other swirled his drink. He looked at himself in the mirror, sighing as he took abreast of all the changes that just a few years had wrought. His blazer was going to have to be replaced again soon, his slacks starting to wear a little in the knee. He had foregone shoes in favour of letting his feet breath free, knowing that nobody could actually tell him to put shoes on. He couldn’t help but cock his head and flick his ears as he heard hooves clacking up behind him, the calico hoping against all hope that he didn’t hear what he thought he was about to.

"Ain't it a little late for you to be up kid?"

The calico groaned, setting his Roy Rogers down on the bar, the melting ice clinking softly in the quiet murmur of the lounge. One of the things the  'Grand Madrigal Resort' prided itself on was it's prime selection of clientele; those that knew money spoke but wealth whispered and to the calicos ear, this literal and figurative ass might as well have been screaming his business to the world.

 "Oui, et tu n'es pas un peu moche pour déranger quelqu'un comme moi?"the calico laughed back, turning to the donkey and feeling his night growing that much longer as he watched the comprehension drain from his face. He nearly waved off the bartender as the ass summoned every drop of high school French he had taken and clearly found himself wanting, the calico rubbing his forehead before smiling weakly. "Quite the contrary...I am quite old enough to be on my own...have been for several years now. But how about I let you buy me a drink to make up for the insult?"he laughed, inclining his head to the ibex patiently cleaning glasses nearby.

The donkey couldn't help but laugh at the brazenness of the almost criminally short feline, slapping him on the back and nearly sending him ass over tea-kettle across the bar. "Oi, Garçon."The donkey said, looking at the calico with the confidence of yet another ass with blood flow problem and missing the ibex's look of scathing disgust. "Bottle of whatever's cheapest, and whatever the little guy is having".

"Sir, I do apologize for the misunderstanding, but we do not do...cheap...here. If you're looking for cheap, I believe the wait staff might be able to round up some rotgut."He said politely, smirking softly as the donkey once again blinked confusedly, the calico patting him on the arm and chuckling softly as he got the caprine's attention.

 "An Auchentoshan will be sufficient, and another Roy Rogers, light on the Roy."He said,the ibex nodding his head and scuttling off to make the necessary calls for what the feline had asked for, before turning his attention back to the clearly out of his depth ass. "Now that drinks are out of the way. I’m Reginald, Not gonna tell you my last name cause then you’ll know who I am and that’s never any fun. Suffice to say that a lot of money has been spent here by my parents and my family.”Reginald said, offering a paw to the ass that could barely fit around the glass that had been set down in front of him.

 The donkey snorted, sitting down beside Reginald and taking the paw, shaking it softly as the ibex returned with the donkey’s bottle to a very loud cheer, the calico ducking his head in embarrassment as the caprine went to make Reginald’s drink. “Fuck that’s a fancy ass name. Names Paul. Corporate sent the best selling sales-people from each region on an all expenses paid trip. I don’t have to worry about a goddamned thing the WHOLE TIME I’M HERE!”the donkey laughed, barely noticing the lack of alcohol in his companion’s drink and the glitter in his eye as he popped the top of his whiskey and took an earth shatteringly long swig directly from the bottle, gasping loudly and leaning on the bar. “So tell me kid...Reginald...What the hell must you do for fun around here? This place doesn’t seem like the kind of place-”.

Reginald put a hand up to cut the donkey off, snickering and sipping at his own drink. “Please...You’d be surprised the kinds of mischief someone as small as me can get into.”He said ‘softly’, shooting a withering look at the ibex and watching him whistle as he walked away, the calico swirling a finger through his drink and sucking the sweetness off just so he could watch the donkey’s reaction, the ass watching him before taking another swig and leaning in closer, resisting the urge to pull away from the donkey. “Quite a lot to do on this island...Quite a lot. Curious thing about this island...nobody is really sure who has legal jurisdiction over it. As a result...well…”the calico said, winking his eye as he spun out a small little tin and setting it down on the counter before him, looking around for a moment before opening it and watching as the donkey’s eyes widened. “You want something here, and so long as you’re smart in asking and don’t make an ass of yourself…”

The donkey whinnied softly, clapping a hand down over the tin carefully, sweating and looking around like the calico had done. “Jesus fucking christ kid...I know you might be rich but you can’t just have blow out in the open.”He said through clenched teeth, his pulse quickening as the calico watched him impassively. The equid licked his lips, sliding the tin back towards the seemingly younger male. He figured he would get up to some hijinks while he was here for the five days the trip was supposed to be for...some drinking...some gambling...maybe hire an ‘escort’ or five. He hadn’t been expecting a cub half his age and half his height to just pull out a tin packed with what he assumed was coke.

 Reginald laughed softly, gesturing around to the sparse but populated lounge. “Buddy...look around. The moment you started talking to me, everyone else sure as shit stopped paying attention. We have privacy, but if you’re that worried about it. “He said, whistling and pointing to the hallway leading to the private drinking rooms, the ibex nodding as Reginald hopped down off of the stool with a soft grunt, the pointed tips of his ears barely clearing the top of the bar and leaving the donkey feeling even more confused as just to what the fuck was going on. He was quick to follow despite his reservations, the smaller male closing and sliding the tin into a pocket before pulling out a cute little wallet, his tongue coming out of the corner of his mouth as he fumbled with the velcro, pulling it open and sliding a card through a reader next to the door and rolling a hand in the air as it clicked a few times and then buzzed, the calico inclining his head. “Open the door...I’ll lead the way, and then maybe we can make up for how rude and nervous you’ve been this whole time

=Four Hours later=

“And so I’m standing there...no pants and an armful of weasels...and the maid’s kid starts crying about how the stain is never gonna come out”Reginald gasped between laughs, clapping and trying very hard not to fall over, his newest ‘friend’ making a braying noise of his own. Paul had been quite nervous for the first hour once they had gotten a private room to themselves, the calico’s eagerness to imbibe in inebriants being more than a little off putting at first, but as the liquor flowed, the donkey found it harder and harder to say no to the kid. He stumbled to his feet, before grunting as the calico playfully shoved him, the inebriated equid shaking his head in surprise before Reginald was almost in his lap, that little tin held out again.

“K-kid...Fuck...This has been...sweet as....fuck”Paul murmured, his head swimming more than he realized, the donkey starting again as he felt the calico’s paws on his ears and shuddering. He didn’t remember telling the kid about that one, torn between the shame of some kid playing with his ears and the fact that he was fried out of his mind at a resort where he wasn’t paying for anything and someone was playing with his ears, whispering about having fun and how boring it would be to quit now. The donkey snorted, sitting up and grabbing that little tin again and the key he had been using the last few hours. “Fuck it...Boss probably ain’t gonna care....Fuck man, can’t believe i’m getting fried with some kid”. The donkey leaned in for another bump, missing the look of almost murderous anger at being called kid the calico was giving him but not missing the reapplication of his hands, the donkey almost melting with the feeling.

 “Yea...that’s right. Big fucking guy like you could have anything you wanted. You want that sale, you got that sale. You wanted that drink, you got that drink...You wanted to find out what a kids paws felt like rubbing those big ears of yours…”Reginald murmured into the donkey’s ear, using a paw to push away the donkey’s protesting hand as his tiny fingers dug in, the donkey’s leg kicking out instinctually and knocking over the table, the contents spilling across the floor in a sopping, powdery mess. “Mmmm, don’t fight it at this point. You got enough booze and g.h.b in you to floor an elephant at this point, so it's a miracle you’re still conscious...guess I got the proportions wrong there. You want this, I want this...All you gotta tell people from work is that you got super drunk with some little hottie…”. Reginald dipped his muzzle in down towards the donkey’s neck, almost losing it as the equid almost literally bucked up out of the seat at the additional sensation. He didn’t bite down hard, not wanting to mess up an already delicate situation, but from the limp attempts he could feel the donkey putting up, it wouldn’t be much longer.

 “N-n...no-”the donkey said, consciousness at this point starting to become an actual fight even as adrenaline fought with shameful arousal to keep him awake, his feet clattering weakly on the floor and against the table, his own hands coming up inches and then falling to the padded seat as any attempt at resistance was refuted. The donkey cursed himself, wondering in the fleeting moments remaining of his consciousness if this had been some elaborate trap, Paul having enough time to watch the calico standing up, brushing himself off and rolling his neck before darkness took him.

Reginald sighed, looking down at his watch and ticking off things in his head before nodding and making his way over to a phone rigged into the wall, picking his teeth as the line rang twice before clicking over. “Yea, it’s Spot...Yes...Spot. I’m not going to use the word, it’s fucking stupid...I’m not even Greek.”He said, rubbing his temple and sighing as the line hung for a moment expectantly. “It’s Cerberus...I got one. Have him brought up to my room, want him to be awake before I start. Cleaning crew?”he said, looking over at Paul’s unconscious body and thought back to the last few hours before shaking his head unseen. “Nah. Won’t need it, for the room at least…”

=6 hours later=
Paul coughed as he started waking, the donkey trying very hard to rub his face and try and clear the cobwebs from his head and failing miserably first with one hand, then the other. What cobwebs were there were quickly being swept away by panic, the donkey wracking his brain to try and figure things out and kicking out with his feet to try and see if maybe his feet were free and having no luck. He was still clothed, though that wasn’t much more than a collared shirt and pants. He looked around, noticing the calico dozing in a sling nearby and recollection hitting him. He couldn’t help the very loud curse he spat, the calico yelping and jumping, the chains on the sling rattling as the diminutive feline was spooked. The horse looked up at Reginald again and then the room around him. Dungeon wouldn’t have been the right word, the room...or suite if the donkey’s guess about the doors was correct...was furnished all the same as any normal, astronomically expensive resort room save for the sling, and the shackles holding him to the bed. “Fucking...hell kid. You missed...your chance. Point of...that stuff-”the donkey slurred slowly before he was cut off by the sight of the calico hopping down from the sling with some effort, making his way over to the bed.

 “Point of that stuff was to get you up here.”The calico said softly, walking slowly up to the bed the donkey was chained to, a tiny hand coming up to stroke up along one of the donkey’s legs. “I’m gonna be quite real with you here. You took something from me tonight”. The calico stepped away, making his way to the double doors that separated the bed-room from the rest of the suite, opening the door and peeking his head out, whispering something that the donkey couldn’t hear and holding a hand out, indistinct voices arguing back and forth for a moment before the calico was given what he wanted. He closed the door, turning and leaning against it, a very large knife glinting in the soft light of the room. Reginald looked up to see the donkey looking at him with something between fear and fury, the calico making a soft jerking off motion at the donkey. 

“As I was saying. You took something from me tonight. You could have kept your comments to yourself, let me have my dignity”. The calico made his way up to the bed, setting the knife down on the large swathe of bed between the donkey’s legs, his tiny paws going to his blazer and undoing the little buttons, letting the jacket slough off. “But no. You had to pick the guy with a complex about his size for reasons you had no idea were an issue”. The calico stuck his tongue out as he paused to work on the long-sleeved shirt that had been under his blazer, fumbling at the larger buttons with tiny fingers and slowly peeling the shirt off to reveal his chest slowly, a mosaic of scars and shriveled skin. “People like you never think about those smaller and ‘lesser’ than them. You just take, and take and take. You see something you want, and you just take it”. The calico started in on his slacks after that, those coming off much more easily as the belt was loosened and the button popped open, the pants falling free and revealing a tightly packed groin...and an almost smooth plain running between the calico’s legs. 

 “So what kid...You see grownups being greedy, and decided to become some kind of rapist?''The donkey spat, bucking at the bindings and growling, thrashing violently for a moment before resting and looking down at his captor. “This is all kinds of fucked up kid...Don’t know what you’re expecting to do here...cut me to pieces, rape me...what ever…”He said, before puzzling in on the smoothness of the calico and formulating what he thought was a good plan. “Are you expecting kids out of this? You one of those halfies? Body didn’t gestate right or something, and now people don’t treat you the way you want to be?”. The donkey laughed at the anger he saw on the calico’s face, his laughter getting louder as the calico’s paws went to the waistband of his tight hot-shorts and started to get tugged down...and stopping as soon as he saw the ravaged flesh that should have been Reginald’s groin. 

 “No no no no. You were just getting warmed up! Don’t stop now.”Reginald threw back, kicking his legs to get the shorts free and standing there with his arms crossed, a violent and angry grin spread across his face. “You were probably getting to the part about how maybe if I dressed like a girl...or maybe it might be the part about using socks or whatever to pretend I have a bulge. Please tell me how some sick fuck like you deciding to use me for carving practice is my fault.”The calico said, stepping up to grab the knife and coming around the side of the bed and watching the donkey try very hard not to squirm, and actively doing so as the calico brought the knife close to his leg. The calico waited for a lower amount of movement, grabbing the hem of the donkey’s pants and starting to cut his way up along the leg, careful not to nick the leg underneath. “I’m sure you’re expecting some kind of long, drawn out explanation of things and how this isn’t your fault. It isn’t but hey...this isn’t about being fair, this is about my getting my rocks off the one way I fucking can”.

 The calico climbed up on the bed, half contemplating stabbing the donkey a little when he snickered as he struggled up onto the bed, humming to himself as he started cutting at the other leg, working his way up towards the crotch till both legs had been carved enough that, with a little tugging and a grunt, the calico tugged the pants free enough he could carve up through the crotch and letting the destroyed remnants flop to the bed and leave the donkey in a very tightly filled jock, the calico whistling softly and nudging it with the tip of the knife. “Goddamn this thing is full. They really do make y’all big fucks different.”He said, lifting and nudging it with the knife and watching the donkey sweat, snickering after a few moments before nudging the tip of the knife under one of the straps and cutting it. 

“C’mon kid. It’s not too late to let me go. Won’t say anything, I’ll just...take what little dignity I have and go. You proved your point” The donkey said softly as the calico cut the other strap, the pouch springing free and revealing the horse’s endowments for Reginald to see. “Kid…”

 “Oh thank fucking god. You’re not one of the ones with a feral anatomy...just a regular ape dick. Swear, if that thing was sheathed, We would have had SO many problems”the calico laughed, tossing the knife onto the bed and crouching, his tiny hands grabbing and hefting the meaty anatomy and noticing the soft flex as he touched it. “Fucking hell this thing is big. God, thing is the size of my forearm...how the fuck do you even use something this big”. He laughed as he started to stroke the meaty rod, watching as the donkey thrashed and tried to fight against what was happening, fighting against his shamefully growing arousal, screaming now for help as the calico made mocking talking motions with one hand. “Yea, Buddy...don’t expect anyone to hear you that isn’t here on my dime. You can’t give anyone here anything that I can’t so please...don’t make yourself hoarse”. He said, dropping the cock long enough to do a very sarcastic jazz hands before complaining about critics and returning to his stroking, feeling life starting to flow into the limp prick. He knelt softly, using his tiny paws to stroke up along the thick meat as it throbbed to life despite everything Paul was trying.

"All this because I insulted you? What kind of stupid, childish shit is this? You're going to go away for a long time as soon as I'm free"the donkey said defiantly, his hips starting to pump to the calico's surprise. He knew that, as much as he would hate himself for it, hurrying this up would get him free sooner...hopefully. He let out an angry, stifled groan as the feline purred seductively and nosed at the meaty tip before lapping at it, all the little barbs covering his tongue sending lances of surprising pain and pleasure through him, his prick throbbing firmly in the younger looking males grasp.

"Oh paul...you’re trying so hard to get me monologuing. Fine...you want backstory...suffice to say that because of some big fucker like you, I don't get a future beyond this life. One flash of light and the ability to breed despite genetics saying you shouldn’t be able to, and some freaky fuck is carving parts off of you."He said, giving the prick in his paws a soft squeeze before rasping his tongue slowly up along the thick length, feeling it throb angrily with each passing inch before he reached the tip, his little lips wrapping around the tip the best they could and nursing at the tip, his greedy and aggressive motions getting even more so once he tasted the donkey starting to at least biologically enjoy what was being done to him, the calico urging the rod to give him more and being rewarded with grassy, bitter pre. He pressed closer as he worked the rod, very much wishing he could get more into his maw than just what his damnable anatomy would allow

 The donkey groaned, his humping starting to get much more insistent, trying to force a very round object through a very not round space, his fists balling up in the bindings as he used the little bit of leverage to try and pound his hips upwards, his teeth gritting for a moment. “Thats goddamn sad and all kid....Fuck...but that’s not my problem. I...I didn’t do that to you.``He said through his teeth before a lap up the underside of his head caused him to nearly kick his hip out of place, the donkey panting. “Fucking hell kid...Just...Just come up here and tug my ears...Don’t gotta try anything...just let me hump while you pull my ears...God fucking damn I’m already close...This is...Goddamn I can never tell another soul about this”. He knew it was fucked up to beg like that, and he knew that he COULDN’T tell another soul about how hard he was and how desperate he was already. He could see the surprise and almost violent joy at the donkey’s request in the calico’s eyes, the tiny cat giving one last long lap up along the meaty maleness that nearly sent the donkey flying over the edge.

The cat climbed up along the donkey’s torso, trailing the donkey’s cock along his soft body and feeling the leaking tip matting his fur as it travelled upwards and grinding against it for a moment just to fuck with the donkey a little more. He didn’t do so for long, not wanting the equid to blow before the cat was ready, though he was enough of a dick to stop again as the ravaged remains of his own anatomy started grinding up the length, the raw looking flesh grinding along the prominent bulge running along the underside of the donkey’s massive meat till he reached the tip, shuddering in time with the donkey as the moist tip traced past where his own sac should have been to throb and tap against his cheeks, the tiny feline sitting down just a little and feeling the prick come up nearly to the middle of his back, his tiny paws resting on the donkey’s shoulders for a moment. “Mmmm...Can’t say I won’t miss this thing...Pity I’ll never get to find out what it feels like actually inside me.”He said, grabbing the donkey by the ears and tugging firmly at them, his thumb rubbing along the inner lining. His dextrous little tail curled around the tip of the donkey’s prick, downy fur teasing around the sensitive head as the shaft was polished by a pair of soft, supple little cheeks.

It took everything the donkey had to try and hold on, remembering his fiance...signing the lease on his first house...everything that was waiting for him back home, but the shame and the allure of this mostly unwilling act of infidelity made everything he had slowly less and less worthwhile. He was growling actively as the cat teased him, before his focus was broken by the sound of a very insistent knock, the cat yowling angrily as he told whoever was knocking to come in. The donkey tried to hide his face as a rhino in an almost skin tight suit poked their head in, sunglasses reflecting the tableau before him. “Uhh...Boss? Your phone is going off, and you said that if your phone went off to come get you. Didn’t see what it was since you had the last guy that touched your stuff taken to pieces.”The rhino said, watching with great disinterest as his employer teased and tortured his captive. “Also, your dad called. Said that he was off to New Cardiff and that he sent his best”. The rhino bowed his head, stepping back through the door and closing it. The donkey shuddered, his growl slowly growing into a soft bray, his attempts at holding back starting to grow strained before, with an almost comical bray, the donkey’s resolve broke and he started to blow his load, sending rope after thick rope of virile seed into the air and painting the calico’s back.

The calico let out a happy little yowl as he felt the thick, matting jizz coating his back, shuddering and letting the donkey’s ears go, wiping his hands off on his chest and climbing down off the donkey, the equine shuddering as the afterglow washed over him. The calico stretched and yawned, scratching himself as he watched the donkey watching him intently, hopping down off the bed. “S-so…A-am I free to go now?”The donkey inquired hopefully, watching as the calico snickered and grinned, the hope starting to drain out of the donkey’s face as the calico made his way back to the door, opening it and poking his head out. The donkey couldn’t make out what was being said, though the word ‘accident’ made his pulse start racing. He watched with trepidation as the calico stepped out into the adjoining room, leaving the donkey momentarily alone before a pair of rams entered the room. He tensed up as they got close, before letting out a sigh of relief as they set to unbinding him.

The donkey went to sit up, his spent prick throbbing weakly as the rams gripped him by the upper arms. “That's...that's ok boys. I can walk on my own.”He said softly, before noticing that neither of them were looking at him nor were they letting go, both firmly keeping their grips on him as they stood him up and started walking him towards the adjoining balcony, the calico’s words echoing through his mind now. He started to fight, grunting and yelling as he was walked. “Guys...Guys, stop....that little fuck can’t be paying you enough for this”.

The rams stopped for a moment, looking at each other before laughing, one ram opening the sliding door and all three shivering as wind was whipping past them. “You would think that but it’s about more than the pay. Mr L has invested a lot of money in a lot of places since The Event. You’d be surprised how many people were happy to sign up for a brand-new resort where supers could be...super...without the law getting in the way.”The ram on his left said as they marched up to the edge of the patio, the island stretching out to the bay before them, the lights below glittering softly. “Plus...You shouldn’t have talked about Mr L being up late. He hasn’t been a child for many years, and you made him feel like a child. Nothing personal, but…”.

Paul struggled and fought as the rams started lifting him, edging him over the bannister before shoving him over, the donkey grabbing futilely for the edge before slipping, the rams shrugging as he screamed his way towards the ground, the last thing going through Paul’s mind before the ground did being regret