“It’s time for the show, it’s time for the show!” 7:31. If they hurried, they’d only miss the intro.
“You got the popcorn?”
“Shut up, it’s starting!”


A loving couple of male dragons, roommates and budding lovers sat on their living room couch, the television displaying the opening to the popular new show and their bonding ritual, Clyde’s Tails. The last episode ended on a cliffhanger: The main protagonist, an anthropomorphic brown-leather horse named Clyde Dales, master martial arts detective police officer of justice, had tracked the evil crime boss Johnathan Scales to his hideout in the abandoned warehouse near the port. 


“You’ll never leave here alive, Cly~de! You see, my boys all have a secret weapon flowing through their veins!” The villainous crocodile cackles. He’s the only one in the room wearing any clothes, a dapper suit unbefitting a scaly creature like him, but meant to show off how rich and influential he was.

“It can’t be! You didn’t!” Clyde exclaims, with a level of surprise that seemed almost faked. He was picked for his muscles and snuffing potential, not for his acting skills.

“I did! They’ve all been pumped full of the aphrodisiac, and were just about to have a mass orgy! Show him, boys!”


Surrounded on all sides by four men of various builds, Clyde looks around him to size up the competition. A top-heavy wolf with black fur whose biceps and wrists accentuated his huge paws was low to the ground, ready to push off on all fours to strike. A male monkey holding a crowbar like a bo staff and sporting bright orange fur, wearing naught but a set of jingling chains attached to cock and nipple rings. A rather submissive kangaroo who made it pretty obvious he did squats from his toned ass and thighs. He was bouncing around on his heels wearing makeup and looking distracting, the little twink. The final fighter was a bull wearing a nose ring. His horns were polished and decorated, and he was wearing some kind of tribal feathered headdress and his cock was pierced with a cute little gold ring. All of them sported fierce erections, dripping with pre-nut to arouse the captive audience.
 
“Now, Mister Dales, you’ll have to fight off all these musky cocks and the men they’re attached to! The odds are stacked so heavily against you, and there’s nowhere to run. Waaagh-hahahaha! Now, let me watch your demise!”


The first one to attack was the alpha wolf, who began clawing deliberately at Clyde’s clothing. The cunning horse used his pants as a diversion, jumping out of them and throwing them at the wolf. In his confusion, the canine scrambled to get them off, but then kinda just sat there huffing them, his cock throbbing with each inhale. Although, the pants served as a makeshift blindfold, so he began scrambling at the fabric before he choked out in there. He managed to pull it up to his mouth so he could gasp for air, but just as he did, Clyde leapt on his face and pushed his equine shaft deep into the wolf’s throat. Aside from a submissive, muffled ‘mmph…!’, the bulky dog offered no resistance. He began bobbing his head up and down atop that leathery shaft as a sign of defeat, but it was already too late for him.


It was at this point that the other members of the group began their assault. Clyde wrapped his bulky stallion thighs around the neck of the wolf as the kangaroo leapt in for a savage drop kick. Clyde pivots his body hard to face his new attacker, twisting the poor wolf’s neck around over 150 degrees with a soft pop and a sickening crunch. The fluffy black body sagged and slumped downwards onto its knees, his butt propped out and his tail drooping between his thighs as he began gargling and twitching.


That kangaroo kick was a distraction for the monkey, who leapt overhead with staff raised to strike at Clyde while he was occupied. However Clyde Dales, Master Detective was too smart for such simple tricks, raising his arms to his sides and catching the kangaroo by the ankles. Panic immediately set in, and he only had enough time to shoot a worried look at his erection slapping against his stomach before his vision shattered and faded to black.


Clyde leans back, cradling that broken neck between his thighs as the view pans to the wolf’s face for a second. His eyes have rolled up and are fluttering, and a trained eye can see that even though he’s supposed to be at least paralyzed, there’s a few frames where his throat visibly bulges as he tries to swallow that stallion shaft mounted to it. He then leans forward to fall over as Clyde lifts up his legs and lets gravity do the work of body-slamming the kangaroo into the ground, an audible ‘thonk!’ noise playing as the derpy-eyed ‘roo gets knocked out on the concrete below them, his big ol’ paws twitching as his body gently convulses from the shock of the impact.


Because of the sudden drop in elevation, monkey boy and his staff miss by a mile and crashed down onto the wolf in a four-man bodypile. Clyde breathed in deeply and twisted his hips again for another loud pop as the wolf’s vertebrae totally severed in multiple places, his body twitching and his cock jumping in response to the strain on his nervous system. He couldn’t feel it though. Releasing his grip on the kangaroo’s unconscious body, Clyde grabs the simian straddling him and throws him into a wall in a feat of sheer strength.


Finally, it was the stoic bull’s turn. He'd been silently strafing around the battle, too afraid to hurt his teammates to join in the action. Now that his partners were dead, there was no way any of them could get in the way of a sharp-horned reckless charge meant to impale Clyde and end this once and for all, right? Especially since the horse was balls deep inside the still-warm throat of a broken-necked black wolf? Wrong. Clyde lifts up his legs and vaults to his feet, landing just as the wolf makes his last gargling sigh. The stallion leaps upwards almost instantly like a cheerleader doing a midair split, those sharp horns getting stuck in the wolf’s pelt and the momentum pulling Clyde’s dick from his mouth with a cute little slurping sound. The two of them crashed to the floor with the bull’s face in the wolf’s crotch, getting a cute little golden shower from the death piss. He tried to get up, but Clyde grabbed the staff from the floor and transferred it to the back of the bull’s head, making sloppy crunching noises and wet squishing as the skull shatters from the weight of the horse and his tool. 


The dazed bull crashes back down into that musky wolf crotch and starts to thrash about unconsciously when Clyde jabs the metal pole back and forth to make his brains into useless meat for the farmer’s market… but even with all that, he was still breathing in there. Clyde takes out the bent metal rod, now useless and broken at one end from slamming into a rock-hard bull’s skull, and uses his dick instead, skull-fucking the bull at both ends until the shuddering stops and the back of that bovine’s neck is just a mess of blood and brains and pre-cum. Clyde takes a breather squatting with his shaft embedded inside the back of the bull’s head, then steps back and just watches from the back as his cock goes from completely hard, to throbbing, to flaccid in a few seconds as his brain completely shuts off. He’s reduced to just a few last flickers of the tail and a puckering tailhole, still waiting for an orgy that will never come. His bladder relaxes and the quiet of the room is only permeated with the splattering of bovine death piss and the soft breathing of the unconscious monkey boy and his kangaroo cohort.


By now, the downed 'roo was waking up, hands on the back of his head and groaning a loud 'hhh-uuuungh' just to try and relieve the pressure. His groggy mind didn't understand what was going on when he was grabbed gently on the spot he was hit, his arms just falling to his sides with a little sniffle. Clyde shushes the poor boy and drags him across the ground to the stilled backside of the bull and wolf, cradling the marsupial's head and gently pushing it between a still-warm pair of bovine ass cheeks.


At first, the 'roo thought he was just having a bad dream and the orgy was still on. He obediently opened up his mouth and started lapping at a dead bull's asshole and backsack, huffing at the intoxicating musk of post-fight sweaty balls as if expecting something more than a little twitch of a flaccid dick.


Then he tried to pull up for air… and couldn't. He tried again. He made muffled shouts, but neither the grip on the back of his head nor the plump ass cheeks smothering him relented. He stopped fighting, hoping he'd be let go were he just submissive enough, and waited until his lungs burned. Then he tried sticking his tongue out and making out with the cooling anal tunnel, making wet slurps and smacks as his vision grew blurry and spotty. In his last unconscious writhings, he only buried his muzzle deeper inside, violently twitching and jumping and… something akin to twerking as he humped the floor in protest trying to break free.


After a long while of choked gurgles, long enough for the camera to pan down between his dancing thighs, the kangaroo arches his back one last time and squirts a thick cumshot, his dick pulsing hard enough to widen the slit that acts as his sheath with each throb. The mixture of asphyxiation, aphrodisiacs, and arousal at the thought that he was going to die rimming a bull, his face buried in between two ass cheeks and a pair of musky nuts sent him over. His muscles tensed, his toes curled… and then relaxed with one last bubbly sigh. He slowly fell back down to the floor, his corpse landing with a soft 'splish' as his softening shaft fell into the puddle of cum beneath it.


Clyde, not wanting witnesses because of sheer badassery and senseless violence, checks the breathing of everyone before realizing what happened. He'd missed someone, who was trying to sneak out the same door Johnathan no doubt ran through, probably to warn his boss of the terror that was Clyde. The stallion grips the monkey’s head which elicits a soft, breathy moan from him as he’s dragged towards the door Scales escaped through. Putting his thick arms around the monkey’s neck, he sits beside the door with his cock pressed between the simian’s thighs, dwarfing the unconscious primate’s own cock as it sandwiches it softly against his abdomen. It takes him a little bit to wake up to the unconsciousness into the new trauma of asphyxiation, but once he does, his paws shoot up and he makes a silent scream, his tongue pressing out against Clyde’s sweat-dappled biceps. He tries to kick out, only giving that massive shaft a thigh-job as he’s rendered useless in seconds. His face turns from the bright orange it once was to a slowly darkening shade of blue as he slaps his paws in a quick rhythm against Clyde’s sides. 


Our hero takes a break from eavesdropping to look into his captive ape’s eyes, tightening the choke-hold so he can watch them roll back into their sockets, the rapid thigh-job turning into a series of convulsions as the monkey’s tail lovingly wraps around Clyde’s dick, stroking him in his last moments. He’s rewarded by a huge blast of semen from the horse that his tongue, already flickering to taste the air, catches some of it and deposits it into his open, gagging mouth. He drools most of it back out, but he looks cute floundering and flopping with his bluish tongue being painted white by Clyde’s strong orgasm. The stallion moans with pleasure, but doesn’t let up his choke-hold until he feels the twitching stop. The monkey’s corpse exhales one last time, then wildly convulses, his cock shooting out a spurt of cum so hard it splashes onto the floor from underneath Clyde’s dick. Were he not covering it, that shot would have flown several inches into the air, but now it just covers the asphyxiated ape’s slight orange fur. His chest heaves uselessly, his arms fall listlessly, brushing against Clyde’s skin as they drop to his sides, and then he just goes still. The last part of him to give up resisting is his tail, which gripped hard around Clyde’s shaft until the very end.


Tired and pantsless, Clyde staggers to his feet and trudges forwards through the door, hoping to corner the villainous Johnathan Scales. To his surprise, however, the crocodile was standing atop the rafters in the next room, holding his cane menacingly and staring down at our hero for his next monologue. He opens up a crate full of ornate jugs with his cane, tipping one over and sending it flattering to the floor. A viscous white liquid spills out of it.


“So, you made it past the guards. To be honest, I knew you would. There’s too much... horsepower in you. But tell me, since I see my boys got your pants off… did they touch your cock? Are you feeling all hot and bothered down there, hmm? Let’s see how well you do against our deadliest cock-milker! He single-handedly stopped a containment breach when my prototype failed. You see that gallon jug of seed over there? All that… came from his ass!” The villain cackled, as a figure was wheeled in tied up completely in latex bondage. He was slowly let out in a dramatic scene that made him seem like some sort of frankenstein’s monster, but he was just a small rabbit boy with an even smaller cock. He looked flaccid, but it was throbbing and erect as if fully hard. It was all to accentuate just how voluptuous he was. When he turned around and bent over so his ears drooped to the ground, he showed off his bubble-butt and it was perfectly round. He looked experienced. He looked slutty. He was already panting at the idea of smothering the horse between those cheeks, and his ass was huge and pilloughy enough to fit your face in between them. He could probably do it.


“You’ve never fought anything like me before, Clyde!” The lithe boy smugly stated, turning his head around. He kept showing off his ass to the confused horse, who was attempting to adopt a versatile fighting stance to anticipate and counter any move thrown at him, and his own lust. His eyes kept darting between the boy’s head and his butt. The bunny kept backing up towards Clyde, who kept his distance as well as he could before backing into the door he came in through, then the ground cracked under his creamy white feetpaws as he rocketed back towards our protagonist for a massive hip attack to the horse’s groin. He barely saw it coming as he was launched into the wall by the force of the ass-tackle, the impact dazing him. 


“You don’t know how deadly a well-trained bitch-boy’s ass is!” He added, his ego fueled by his powerful hit. Clyde’s vision slowly returned just in time to see the bunny sliding his hips up and down, the horse’s cock gripped in a tight hold by those soft, cream-colored butt cheeks. As soon as he was coherent, the rabbit began an onslaught of attacks only using his ass, swinging his hips around with devastating force. Clyde spat out blood and doubled over from the finisher, an exceptionally strong hit to the stomach. He was now face-to-face with that ass, and another hit like that to the face would put him out of commission entirely. Was this it? No. No, there had to be a weakness to it-


Clyde’s eyes widened as he figured it out. He picked his head up and dodged the swing, countering by grabbing both hands full of bunny butt. The rabbit, full of aphrodisiacs, jumped in his leotard, darting forwards and attempting a ranged attack. As the bunny bent his knees to attempt to do his jumping ass-tackle again, Clyde was prepared. He performed a huge pelvic thrust and caught the bunny ass-first, spearing him onto all those many inches of horse dick. The bunny squeaked in surprise, his body bending forwards as his leotard ripped loudly at the crotch. His mouth went fully agape, his arms reaching out for something in the distance, then they just fell limply to the side, the unconscious lightweight rabbit hanging solely by his ass, hooked onto the cock and bouncing as it throbbed. There was a quiet splattering noise as a trail of dribbling semen fell from the defeated rabbit’s cock, and as Clyde thrusted his hips again to fling the bunny to the ground, more cum spurted through the broken leotard upon impact.


“H-How?! Your cock should be broken! Pulverized! Your balls should be drained completely!” The villainous croc exclaimed, pointing his bejeweled staff at the horse, whose hard dick still had a piece of the leotard attached to it. The horse pointed at the croc and laughed, his smile reflecting the light pointing in his face.


“My training has taken me to the mountains of Mai-Thai. There, I spent years perfecting the art of the Hard-On. I would spend days climbing the mountain… Using only my penis!” He said triumphantly, a training montage playing in the background of the horse climbing up the face of a rock wall by sticking his dick into specialized glory holes and using the momentum of his pulsing cock to launch himself up in comedic fashion.


“I should have known every part of you is a weapon. It seems you came with protection this time, Clyde. But my manager will make mincemeat out of you! You think you’re hard? Show him hard, Tornado Tiger!” He yelled, pointing to an incineroar seated on a large wooden shipping crate, smoking. He lifts up the crate and throws it at Clyde as Scales retreats once more. The crate, being extremely heavy, lands and breaks, revealing several four nearly identical anthro rats carrying scimitars! They immediately leap out at Clyde, who grips one of them by the arm and uses his body as a meat shield. The scimitars stick into his flesh one by one, stabbing him in the belly, chest, and throat, respectively, with satisfying ‘schunk!’ sounds, the last one making more of a wet noise. 


The impaled rodent gurgles and grips for the blades, but then rattles out one last sigh, his cock coating the blade in his belly with its seed as his eyes roll up and his body settles into limp relaxation. He seems perfectly content, while everyone else is in a state of panicked tension. The rats try pulling their blades out, and Clyde just stands there anticipating a next move. The impaled rat’s corpse shivers and convulses, arching his back and getting the swords stuck deeper as his body tries to come to terms with the fact that he’s dead. His dying piss splatters onto the floor, causing the rats to step back to not get their feet wet.


Of course, they weren’t alone in the room. The Incineroar leaps into the air and lands behind Clyde, shaking the floor with his menacing presence alone. He raises his muscular arms, giving Clyde just enough time to duck as he claps, squishing the rat corpse’s head and making his body flail again. Clyde attempts to press his advantage, turning around and wrapping his arms around the larger cat. After a brief look of confusion, the incineroar just picks Clyde up like it’s nothing and puts him in a huge bear hug, the horse’s bones creaking as he’s squeezed. Clyde screams and the rats chuckle, leaving their headless companion to slump to the floor like a sword rack. They have their own natural weapons, after all. Swinging their hips around, they use their tails like whips to further beat Clyde, leaving red marks on his ass. Tornado Tiger smirks and grunts, throwing the horse’s battered body onto the stairs as the rat gang leaps into action, surrounding the broken horse for more brutal whipping. Clyde crawls up the stairs away from them while making pained groans and whimpers and screams from the whipping, letting the cat play with its food for a little bit.


Tornado Tiger leaps into the air again, picking Clyde up by the head and slamming him back down into the metallic platform they found themselves on, the rats stepping back for a second. As if they would be so lucky. Tornado Tiger uses his rippling muscles to pick up two of the rats, slamming their heads into the wall with no concern or value for their lives, and he bends their dazed bodies over the railing, sliding their pants down to reveal their backsacks and asses. The fearsome tiger inhales and cracks his knuckles, pushing his fists into the rat’s asses and lifting them up as they yelled out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Their bodies were but gloves to the cat, who began using them to beat Clyde over his already battered back. If the horse was going to get out of this alive, he had to do it now. His head was already bloody, his vision swimming, and he was on the verge of passing out from the abuse… when he had another moment of clarity. 


Clyde gripped into the grating in the platform and pulled himself forward just as the rat’s head was slammed into his back, and there was a loud snap as feeling came back to Clyde’s legs. He kicked out suddenly, catching the tiger in the knee and wrapping his muscular thighs around one of the rat’s necks. The still-living rodent screeched and tried to parse his last thoughts over which was worse, the horse choking him out, the tiger fisting his ass, or the beautiful, hard horse dick draped over his face. He didn’t have much time to think about it as the stallion suddenly twisted his legs, the snap of the rat’s neck not as loud as the corrective crack in the stallion’s muscular back. He kicked off the ground and stood up as the rat clenched his tailhole down hard onto the tiger’s arm, convulsing wildly and ruining his prostate and bladder from the inside. A mix of cum and urine splattered Tornado Tiger in his face as the rat’s cock throbbed, the beast lifting his hands up in surprise and throwing the insensate rats to the ground with a loud roar.


Clyde takes the opportunity while he still had one, considering he probably wouldn’t get another. He moves like a bolt of lightning, diving for Tornado Tiger’s midsection and lifting his legs off the ground. He wrapped his arms around the tiger’s neck and pulled up by the scruff of it, the weak spot to any kitten! Tornado Tiger could only scramble for the railing as he was locked in a powerful full nelson! The two remaining living rats stood up, one of them carefully caressing his ruined tailhole, still gaping wide from having a muscular tiger’s fist lodged inside him. He didn’t seem too angry, though, his moaning being that of pleasure instead of pain.


“There’s nowhere to run, Dales!” The remaining rat jeered, approaching slowly. “Even if he can’t move, neither can you. So unhand the boss or prepare to be pegged harder than you’ve ever been fucked before! Unless you don’t plan on needing those legs of yours!” He snickered, pointing down to the floor below them. Clyde’s only real escape route.


“Oh yeah? Nngh... These hooves have landed through worse!” Clyde announces triumphantly, his grip on the back of the tiger’s head tightening. He leapt from the stairs with the beast in a full-nelson, and there was a loud scream for a second as they fell together. The rest of them looked on in awe as Clyde lands harshly, bending the muscly man over as his eyes rolled up into his head from the impact. There was a series of several loud snaps as his spine shattered, leading all the way up to severed vertebrae in his neck. His legs kicked upwards as best they could, his head bent down so far that he was able to kiss the tip of his engorged erection, then his cock erupted. His mouth opened even wider to take his huge load down his own throat, a silent scream escaping him as the wind was knocked out of him.


The defeated bunny looked up in awe at those throbbing balls, then in shock. Clyde had cushioned the blow to his groin by shoving his cock deep inside the corpse of his compatriot, and his cock was now squirting its seed because that thick horse dick had mashed into his prostate upon landing! As his brain slowly died through the largest orgasm of his life, his cock started to go from hard to flaccid, but it was still dribbling cum out onto the bunny from having his prostate pressed in with those many inches of hard horse cock. The bunny leaps into action and suckles on those throbbing, cooling orbs, nuzzling his face into the flaccid dick for another blast of dying semen.


“B-b-b-b-Boss! He killed the Boss! What’re we gonna do?!” The rat announced in shock, looking between himself and his partner. “This is all your fault!” He said, lashing out at the gaped rodent. His tail gripped onto his partner like a vice, wrapping around the rat’s neck and strangling him. The asphyxiated rodent now wasn’t sure whether he liked being choked out or having his hole pounded more. He seemed to accept the fact that he was a masochist as he reached out for the railing, missing it in his delirious haze, then he just slumped over it and tried to show his ass off to his partner. 


Clyde unceremoniously dropped the corpse of Tornado Tiger onto the bunny, who fell over with a surprised, muffled yelp onto his back and just spread his thighs for anyone to come along and pound his ass while he was sucking off the dead beast. He fellated the body with enough fervor to call into question whether or not he always wanted to suck off that Incineroar and just never got the chance to… or if he just wanted to keep that dick hard and wet as long as he could as some sort of challenge to himself.


Clyde turned around to search the bodies of the rabbit, who squeaked at the touch to his fluffy tail and spread his legs wider, the dead tiger, who didn’t give more than a twitch at the stimulus, and the general area with the broken boxes and such, all the while that rat was choking out. His rodent cock was poking out through the bars in the railing, as if he was trying to fuck it in his last moments. His partner was pounding him hard, the concept of fucking a bent over corpse appealed to him too much, it seemed. Clyde walked through the dying orgasm of the rat above him, cum splattering on his face and covering one eye as his stern look stayed on his countenance. He looked like a badass even when getting a facial. There was a stream of piss splattering behind him as he entered the last room, the rat’s corpse falling down in slow motion behind him with his cock still hard as angel lust took his blue-faced body over. His dick pointed straight up to the sky as he lay on his back like that in his own mess.


By now, the evil Johnathan Scales had no more backup. He’d almost made it out of the warehouse, there was a boat waiting on the other side for his escape. If he could just make it there, he was safe.


“You’ve been running away far too long, Scales. I’ve got all the evidence I need to prove you were going to dump that aphrodisiac into the city’s water!”

“You can’t! They’ll hang me for my crimes, Clyde… I’m not going back there, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” Scales stops, his back to the wall. He paws around in the dark corridor, pressing the button to open up the bay doors to his escape ride. It was slow, of course. Slow enough for the moral of the story to get shoved down his throat.


“If you keep running away and lying about your crimes, eventually justice will always catch up to you. Somewhere in all the lying, Scales? You lost your head. If you don’t atone, who knows how many others will get dragged into your mess?” The camera focuses behind Clyde at all the bodies in his wake, the path of destruction this horse led.


“I’ll take it to your grave, Clyde! You’ll never catch me alive! When I come back, I’ll shove your puny justice so far up your ass you’ll choke on it.” Scales retorts and jumps back into the waters of the bay, clambering into his boat. Clyde finally moves, leaping into the little hovercraft as Scales begins to start it up. The crocodile whips his tail around into Clyde’s side, causing him to scream out as sharp scaled spikes at the end of it embed themselves into his stomach. He pulls them out and grips onto the tail, leaving a huge gash in his stomach as he starts pummeling the killer croc into the boat hard enough for it to rock from side to side from the force of the punches and kicks alone. Scales growls and kicks Clyde in the stomach with his talons, further eviscerating the horse, who clutches at himself to keep his insides inside him. 


Scales sees his opportunity now that Clyde’s hands are on his stomach and lunges forwards for one last bite to the throat to end it all… but the equine hero has made it out of tougher situations than this. He grabs onto Scales’ jaws with blood-soaked hands and grunts as they struggle, Scales using his claws to swipe at the horse’s midsection and bisect him completely. Before he can even touch him, however, Clyde reveals his plan to finish the fight: He lowers Scales’ neck into the powered-on motor of the boat, the blades that propel it forward slicing through the back of his neck in one swift motion. Scales thrashes in headless anger, his hands gripping the stump of his neck as blood pours profusely from it into the water below. Scales’ beige dress pants are tented out by his dick for a second, only to be stained a darker, almost translucent color as his body and bladder relaxes. His tail keeps whipping around, only to drape calmly off the side of the boat. His hips keep humping the air, his legs trying their best to stand but only making lewd gestures as he embarasses himself in his death throes.


Even though his body ran out of energy quickly, his head kept snapping for Clyde’s neck. For a second or two, even though his pupils were completely dilated, he didn’t seem to notice or care that his head was severed from his body. He just wanted Clyde dead. The horse turns the snapping croc’s neck around and mounts the back of the neck stump onto his dick, bulging out his cock-sock of a throat and pushing into his mouth. He seemed confused as to why he could taste salty pre-cum, his eyes looking around and seeing the veiny cock-head poking from his lips. It was only then that he fully realized he was headless, and began trying to bite off Clyde’s cock as his eyes slowly closed to be half-lidded. His muscle strength was gone, though, and he could only weakly close his lips around that cock one last time, his tongue wrapping around it to suckle on him for a few last seconds before one thrust from the badass horse pushed it out of his mouth and impaled his severed head like an advanced cock ring. The end credits start to slowly pan down as another villain of the week was brought to an end.






“...Did you see the part when he was like- A-and then, he went... Was it like this? Yeah… Yeah. Take that you wolf-fucker!” The dominant blue dragon exclaimed, as he often did. After every episode, the two biggest fans of the show would enact scenes with each other, roleplaying out the story of the week for their own sexual fantasies. The subby red dragon would even crack his own knuckles or make popping sounds to simulate his necks snapping, then shudder and stay limp for a few minutes so he could just enjoy relaxing with a dick in his mouth and a pair of supple thighs around his neck. That consisted of most of their date nights, but they loved each other, so they made it work.


“Stay tuned for next week’s episode, when our horsey hero takes on the Sawtooth Beaver and his Buck-some Boys!” The title card for the next episode shows up just before the show fades to commercial break, with a set of femboy deer quadruplets dancing while juggling chainsaws and swaying their hips inside a log cabin in a forest somewhere. A large bear of a beaver revs up his own and takes a swing at Clyde, who reaches forward as if to catch the buzzing blade with his bare hands.


During the end credits scene, the bunny boy from earlier, one of the two survivors of all of this, peeks out from under Tornado Tiger’s crotch. He looks around confused, wondering where everyone went, and squeaks as he’s caught by the rat. “I’m the boss now, see?” He half-commands, to which the submissive rabbit just bends over and shows off his tailhole again, nodding profusely as he lowers his face to the floor.


The End