Capital Punishment


“By law it is forbidden to hunt the game of the Royals!” Ajani knew that law very well, but still, a Wolf has to eat.
Ajani was a black wolf, normal height, normal build - maybe a bit slimmer than average -  and right now, he had a bow and an arrow in his hand, which he aimed at a deer, a deer that was the Jarl’s property and for which he could get into Deep Trouble.  "Ah, fuck it," he muttered, and let the arrow fly. Just as he let go of the projectile, the deer moved its head, and said arrow flew past its target, hitting a tree somewhere deep in the forest. The noise actually startled the animal, it slightly raised its head and stared into the direction the arrow flew, but now keeping absolutely still - perfect for the second shot. This time, it hit its target and killed the deer on the spot.
"Perfect," Ajani said, excited at what he just archived. He walked over and started to prepare the deer so he could consume it. An hour later, he was sated and the leftovers were buried. In all his excitement about getting a meal for the first time in three days,  he forgot all about his misfired arrow, something that would prove to be a grave mistake later on….


The Next Day


Like every day, Ajani was walking into the foxes’ capital city,Ferroria, looking for a day job to get some coin to pay the tavern he was residing at, and to save up for his trip back home, where his wife and kids were already waiting. But thanks to those damn vikings raping, slaughtering and doing something called “Crushing”,  the prices for a trip back home got jacked up by 2000 percent.
“Did you hear the Vikings attacked another city and raped and crushed everyone within?” -  “Yeah, I heard the guards’ Captain was crushed by far the worst. Looked like several of those bears walked all over him.”  -   “How can anyone do such horrible things?”
He didn't hear the rest of the conversation as he walked by the two foxes talking.
 “So that's what crushing is? Walking on other People?”, the wolf thought as he tried to imagine how that could kill anyone, but then again, he had never seen a bear in real life, and only heard how huge they must be.
As he finally made it to the market, he saw that a fox in the uniform of a royal messenger was standing on the wooden stage that they used to announce new orders, or who was wanted because of criminal charges.
 “It is hereby a warrant for Ajani the Wolf-merchant announced, the Lords see him responsible for the killed deer found yesterday in the Jarl’s forest. On his head  a sum of 1000 gold is set...”
 Ajani didn't listen to the rest of the announcement, and instead ran as fast as he could, back to the tavern where he had lived the past couple of weeks. But as he ran around the corner of a building, he slammed straight into one of the guards, a mean looking, heavily muscled rhino.
 “There's that wolf!”, he shouted, and grabbed him like a cat by the scruff of his neck, making Ajani yelp and whine in pain.


The guard dragged the wolf back to the castle under constant whining and complaining from his prisoner. Soon, he reached the main gate,  and carried the wolf all the way to the king of the city, Maximus, dear leader of the fox race. "YOU wolf, you dared to hunt my game? You dared to defile my rules?" the king shouted at once. 
Ajani, still held by the scruff of his neck, could only lay his ears to his skull and let his tail hang limp.
 “I – I didn't do it Sire,” Ajani mumbled.
That made the kings fur stand on end “You dare to lie to me now?” 
He lifted an arrow from a side table, and threw it down in front of the frightened wolf.
 “This arrow is it not yours? And I dare you to lie again.”
Only now did Ajani remember he missed the deer with his first shot,  and this in fact was his arrow.
 “S – Sire, p.. p.. please, I was hungry, I had no money!! I… I… I can't even go home because of the Viking attacks...”  -   “You were hungry? Why did you not work then?”  -   “I… I tried, I swear, but I could not find work in 3 days and I only wanted something to eat…. Please, Sire, let me go”.
Maximus slowly walked up to the frightened wolf and said, “Don't worry. You will never be hungry again. I hereby sentence you to death.”  
The wolf’s mouth hung open, unable to speak, unable to react.
“Mmmmm... I think I already know how you will die, too. I think it's best we let you get fucked to death, that should fill your belly up nicely.”
 The Rhino let out a snort of approval, and the fox grinned back at him.
 “Send him to the prison throw, him into a cell and... Guard,  I do hope you will follow me to my bed today so I can thank you properly for catching this wolf.”
He winked at the big guard and go a toothy smile in return. Sex was not taboo for foxes, it was as normal as drinking water.


An Hour later


The king was sitting on his bed with the rhino who brought him the wolf-merchant, both nude, and the guard was wildly thrusting in and out of his king's hole. As much as Maximus pretended to be the nice leader, he was as sadistic as most of the Vikings, loving nothing more than to see someone die slowly and painfully. He even had to hide his boner when he had to inspect what the vikings did to his folk. What wouldn’t he give to be able to watch the vikings in action, crushing, slaughtering, raping and killing just for his amusement... It was one of his biggest dreams, he often masturbated wildly afterwards. 
He still couldn’t forget the image of one of the most crushed victims, that foxes skull, split in two, the sound it had to have produced when the viking stomped straight into his mouth....
 “Oh fuuuuck,” Maximus moaned out, the rhino really not holding back, ramming his thick cock as hard and deep into his king as he could, and while he did give a good stretch, he wasn't as big as a stallion or as thick as an elephant, just large enough to leave his king with a nice soreness -  and the fuck was just rough enough to let the king remember other grizzly victims he saw. But all the those mental images of killed furs proved to much and brought him over the edge, letting him shoot his cum all over his belly. The guard wasn't far behind, bellowing out and filling his king with a very generous load of warm thick rhino seed. 






Ajani




“Fucked to death, so your belly won’t be ever empty again”...
The words of the fox still echoed in Ajani’s two days later, while he was pacing in his cell again - following the path he had trodden into the straw that covered the solid stone floor of the little room.
Two by three meters, walls made from huge blocks of granite, a hole in the ceiling for a measly bit of light and air… and a hole in the corner, for bodily waste. That’s what the world had become since he had been thrown in here, literally thrown, by that hulking idiot of a rhino.


“How does he think he can achieve that?”, the wolf asked himself, turning to pace another round in the small room. 
“Does he think he can just… send men to me, mount me, one after the other, till I die from exhaustion?” 
Ajani shook his head, that would seem… entirely too unpractical for an execution.
“He can’t do it himself, he’s a damn fox, they’re tiny…”
He had seen more than one foxes’ shaft, they usually were not too bad, but… compared to his own equipment? ‘Cute’ was the right word here.
But there had been that glimmer of sadism in the king’s eyes, and the knowing grin on the lips of the guard… and thoughts about what he heard about the vikings returned to the wolf’s mind.
“He can’t get one of those bears to rape me, he just… can’t, they’re enemies, villains, evil…”
The thought was so absurd that Ajani actually stopped walking, and shook himself, from nose to tail. In his mind’s eye, he saw himself being grabbed by an overly large creature with white fur, legs spread by hugely muscled arms, and forced onto an impossibly thick shaft, screaming and uselessly fighting against a superior force.
“He just CAN’T do that.”
No, the longer he thought about it, the more certain he became that the king’s sentence was just something to make him feel afraid, to scare him shitless… and that, if at all, he’d be beheaded, or hung. Most likely, however, would be that in a week or so, they’d unceremoniously kick him out of the city, and leave him to fend for himself in the wild.
With a sigh, Arjani gently dropped onto the heap of straw in the middle of the room, curled up into a small circle, his tail across his muzzle, and tried very, very hard to get that image of the grinning viking with the bloody cock out of his mind… and his broken carcass, lying next to the bear’s footpaws.




A Week Later


It was a full week after the conviction when Ajani was finally released from his cell. Two guards showed up to escort him, guards who were strong enough to break every bone in his body, should he try something stupid. 
So he got dragged to his doom, down the hall, to the chamber where his execution would be carried out.
"Gonna enjoy seeing you getting popped wolfie," said the rhino guard carrying the left arm of the Wolf, followed by a snicker from the tiger on the right.
 "You think he’s gonna make the same mess the otter did?" -  “Ha, I sure hope so!" At this point Ajani was not listening anymore, letting the guards continue to joke and wish him harm.
Soon they reached a big wooden door which got pushed open by the guards. Inside, the king, several other guards, and some onlookers sat on various chairs, in the middle of the room loomed a big wooden block with leather straps connected to it, definitely made to bind and spread-eagle a prisoner. Ajani could also see blood and white crusted fluid painting the straps and the block, it was clear that the instrument got its fair share of use. Next to the block stood the biggest and strongest stallion Ajani had ever seen, close to three meters tall, and muscled way beyond normal. He had a wicked grin on his muzzle and was probably the executioner, Ajani thought.
“Wolf, I told you you will be getting executed. I am sorry it took so long but right now a lot of people are desperate and steal or murder, just like you did. You can't imagine how many executions I had to see this week alone,” The King said with an evil grin, showing clearly that he loved said executions. “And now you will be executed as well. The punishment for stealing is being fucked to death, a shame you didn't kill anyone, then I could have gotten you crushed to death. But this way is nice, too, so say hello to Darwin, my best executioner. He will put on a nice show before you die”
The stallion gave the wolf a wink and finally spoke too. “I will have a lot of fun with you, wolfie” 
That brought laughter from several of the attendants in the room. 
“Guards, bind him to the block!” 
With evil grins from both men, they dragged the wolf to the block. They really had to hold him still now, as Ajani fought for his life, but he had no chance against the tiger and the rhino. Soon, his back was pressed to the block, and his arms and legs were tied down tightly. Even his tail was strapped to the block, letting everyone in the room see how the wolf looked like between the legs.




Ajani




When they came for him, Ajani was still in a daze. He had nothing to do in the small cell, and after several days without anyone to talk to, he had spent most of his time curled up on the floor in a state that was neither sleeping nor waking. 
It was only on the way along the hallway when he finally became aware of what was happening, the jeering and laughing of the guards painful in his ears.
Folding his ears back flat to his skull, he swallowed glumly, and just became ready to think of escape when the great door opened.
The display before him was the final clue. This was not just some kind of elaborate ruse to scare him and make sure he didn’t stop running for days when they finally released him, this was the real thing. They were really and seriously going to kill him in here, and the horse… oh god, the horse.
The king’s words were something of a background noise for Ajani as his eyes were glued to the shape of the stallion. Close to three meters tall, the hulking brute stood there in all its glory, head slightly bent to not crash into the ceiling. Slowly, the wolf lowered his gaze, following the deep valleys between the bulging muscles, taking in every square centimeter of black, shiny fur. 
“....to Darwin, my best executioner….”
He saw the stallions’ lips twitch at the king's praise, and as if controlled by another being, Ajani couldn’t help but to lower his eyes further, towards…
“Gods above.” The curse, though silent, moved the wolf’s lips as he saw what the stallion had between his legs. A sheath, wider than ajani's hand, and as long as his own forearm sat atop a pouch filled with balls the size of grapefruits, the fine, black fur stretched to a sheen by the weight of those orbs. 
“And he’s not even hard…,” was the second thought that flashed through Ajani's mind, already being dragged towards the block on which he was going to be slaughtered. 
He thought he saw the stallions sheath pulse slightly, and….
Ajani pressed his paws into the ground, twisted his head left and right, gleaming teeth snapping and biting. With all the strength that was left to him, he turned and twisted, kicking and snarling at the guards, but there was not much left in him after a week of cold floor and the bare minimum of food.
Soon enough, he felt the bite of the leather straps as they cut into his wrists and ankles, the rough guards mercilessly tightening his bindings until his shoulders ached as much as his hips from being pulled taught and spread open at the same time.
Over him loomed, like a shadow, the black monster that was called Darwin, and who now was grinning with something that Ajani could only describe as sadistic appreciation.




Back in the moment




Now that the wolf who stole from the king and ate his meat was spreadeagled, in position for his destruction, the king really got excited. He finally could see another bloody spectacle, even though the last one had happened just a couple of hours ago. And as much as he loved the display of a crushed apart head and other parts of a victim’s body, an execution via sex was always great and special.
“Now, wolf, let's put on a show for our guests,” Darwin announced as he moved to the head of his bound victim. It was nearly comical how big the stallion's balls looked compared to the wolf’s head. “I am so gonna have fun with you,” the male announced, and started to rub his full sheath against Ajani's muzzle. The victim tried to move his head, tried to somehow get the stallion to stop, but to no avail, the sheath slowly began to fill with blood, and a little bit of the horses hood escaped. This brought another big whine from the wolf, he realised just how big that stallion could really be -  even this “small” part of the cock was already thicker than his fist, and it just kept growing and growing until it reached half mast.
 “Open up little one, I wanna fuck your muzzle,” Darwin growled with an evil grin. Ajani frantically shock his head from left to right, he didn't want this, but the executioner knew how to get a victim to comply. He took the wolf's head in his hands and squeezed, until the pressure made Ajani scream. Just what he was waiting for, the stallion rammed his cock into the muzzle in front of him with a hard thrust.
Luckily for the wolf, the stallion was still at half mast, and his cock was still pretty soft and could deform so he “only” got a good muzzle stretching and “only” a slight throat fuck. Still painful enough to make him scream, but with such a mouth-blocking piece of meat between his teeth, only muffled sounds came out
 “Yeah that's the stuff, scream for me puppy,” the horse laughed, and started to thrust in and out of the wolf's throat for a good minute, until his cock was nice and wet and had grown a good portion more. He stopped then, though, he didn't want to break the muzzle since then he couldn't hear his victim scream.
“Phew, got a good mouth on you puppy. A shame I have to kill you, I could use a good dog to serve me as a fleshlight every day,” he laughed as he roughly pulled out of the wolf, a bit of blood flecking the tip of his shaft. Ajani had to cough and spit some blood, too, he probably ripped something in his throat as the stallion had rammed his cock into it..


Ajani


The stallion's voice was just like the beast himself, dark, powerful and absolutely menacing, as Darwin chuckled and bragged about what he was going to do. 
Ajani’s ears flatly pressed to his skull, and if his tail weren’t tied down, it would be curled over his privates in a shameless display of fear and submission.
“Fuck my muzzle?!” Ajani couldn’t believe what he had clearly heard, this stallion was something else if he believed he could use the wolf’s muzzle as a toy - wolves do have teeth, and Ajani was determined to use them to good effect.
There was one thing, though, the wolf hadn't planned for. 
As Darwin stepped up to the head of the block, the stallions scent hit Ajani like a hammer, his sensitive nose overwhelmed by the mix of scents and pheromones that flowed off the dark-furred horse like a waterfall. 
When he got dragged through the door, the smells of the room had been mixed, lust, fear, blood, death, the personal odors of the many species watching the spectacle… and he had been unable to pick out Darwin specifically. Later, when he was tied down to the block, the stink of semen and blood had blotted out anything else, but now…
Ajani's nostrils widened in unison with his pupils when he took the first breath of pure, unadulterated stallion. The potency of his maleness, his strength and domination, paired with the underlying excitement… it all hammered into the wolf’s brain with the force of a battering ram, pushing him into submission much more effectively than any shackles or threats ever could.
He was able to shake his head as the black-furred balls were dragged over his nose, he was able to force a pleading “No!” through his clenched teeth, and he was able to lock his jaws together in a death grip when he saw that massive, spongy cocktip approaching… but deep inside him, ancient instincts told him to submit, to do exactly what this better, stronger male wanted - and to throw himself at his mercy.
He barely noticed the hands grabbing his head, it was only when the pressure made his bones grate against each other, sending blinding lances of pain through the haze of scents, that he had to scream out…. Only to have this scream cut off by the mass of flesh being crammed so deep into his throat that even the idea of biting seemed absurd.
Taste, strong and concentrated, filled his mind, if the scent of the stallion was a light rain, his taste was a thunderstorm. He heard the snort from above him, saw muscles flex under fur, and then he screamed again, in his mind alone, when his jaws howled in blinding protest at the force that was opening them way beyond what they were designed for. Breath stopped when the stallion’s meat entered his throat, owning it with the arrogance of a bulldozer, stretching gullet and compressing windpipe.
More pain lanced through Ajani, the fat shaft too large for even a wolf to swallow in one piece, but too tough to break. In the end, it was the wolf who broke a tiny bit, skin tearing in a few, insignificant places, but Ajani knew… this was only a shadow of what was to come.
“Gods above… and he isn’t even hard yet.”




Darwin




The stallion moved slowly, like he got all day, just another thing to torture the wolf a bit more. His cock was fully hard now, coated with blood and spit at the top, but by far not even close enough to provide any kind of lubrication when it would be used against the prisoner. Soon, he stood between the legs of Ajani, who now tried to struggle again. “Hehe, what, you think you can break the leather? Don't think so puppy, just lay still and let me rip you apart.”
That brought forth several bouts of laughter from the audience. Many were already hard, and anxiously waiting for the real show to begin.
“Fuck him up good Darwin!”
“Rip that wolf a new one!”
“Let's see if the cock comes out of the mouth like with that otter yesterday!”
“Uh that would be quite the messy spectacle again then...” 
“How could you even take Darwin? He is huge...”
“Haha, you know me. I took an elephant before!”
The chatting and shouting was just as casual as if they were watching a sports event.
Ajani whined at several of the comments, it was clear that executions like this were a daily thing that all the royals looked forward to, and even though there were only males in the room, there were still a lot of foxes.




Ajani


Ajani couldn’t see the audience from his position, his head was tilted far back over the edge of the block, and Darwin’s thighs and massive pelvis filled his view. However, he had a first-row seat to watch the stallion massage his shaft with slow, deliberate motions, all the while he was coughing and sputtering to get the phlegm and blood from his forced blowjob out of his maw. 
He couldn’t help but watch as more and more blood flowed into Darwin’s organ, stretching the soft skin to a hard tautness, and making that monster of a cock grow bigger by the second. Thirty, fourty, fifty centimeters, and yet, it was still growing, the diameter now large enough that even the huge horse was unable to close his hand completely around it. 
Finally, the shaft topped out at just beyond sixty centimeters, the wolf’s spit spread over its length to a fine, glistening sheen, the gleaming surface now a display of thick veins, running under the stretched skin like ropes under a tarp.
Even now, at apparent full hardness, the mighty organ bent down slightly under its own heavy weight, the tip aiming down at the wolf’s body like the barrel of a cannon, the prominent balls at its base carrying the ordinance.
When Darwin finally stepped away to begin his leisurely walk around the block, Ajani caught a glimpse of the audience, the cheering and laughing foxes in their fine and expensive clothes, the plates of food and the goblets of wine…. And the many hands that were down behind belts and inside pants, grabbing after puny cocks and wet sheathes. Nobody seemed to find it strange or absurd that here he was, a wolf, about to be taken like one of the foxes that fell victim to the viking’s attack, gored by a too-big shaft, and made into a plaything for a much larger, much stronger fur.
Ajani had had his experience with other males, many years ago in his youth, and while he still occasionally enjoyed the company of a sleek and feminine fox or otter, it was always his cock that went into the tight confines of a twitching ring and tunnel, never the other way around. Once, he had tried to bottom for a wolven friend of his, an experience that had been so painful and uncomfortable, that he never tried it again… but now, it looked like he would get the ultimate experience.
Ajani swallowed hard, each hoofbeat of the mighty stallion like a clock ticking down the seconds towards his inevitable end. Finally, the hard impacts came to a stop, and as the wolf raised his head, he saw Darwin standing between his legs, the massive pole of his shaft aimed into the middle of the triangle of his legs and his tail. 
“Please!” 
Ajani didn’t know where the words came from, the voice was high, whiny, and so rough around the edges it took the pain from his throat to get him to realise it was himself who was speaking.
“I beg you… all of you, please, spare me! Don’t… don’t do this to me, I… I…. I apologize, I’ll do anything you want, but.. Please, don’t … do this. Kill me, if you want to, I beg you, please do kill me, cut off my head or hang me, but… please… not this. I’ll lick your feet, oh sire, I’ll become your most loyal vassal, I’d clean the behind of your kits with my tongue, if you only spare me this fate… Sire, I beg of you, show mercy…. “




Darwin


“Heh, you can beg all you want wolf, but it won't help” the stallion laughed. “Now lets see how long it takes until I am inside you,” he said aloud, more to himself than to Ajani. He continued to walk up to his target until his cocktip came into contact with the body -  but first, he let his cock glide over the torso so everyone could see how deep the shaft would actually go into the wolf, the tip resting just below the wolf’s neck. Anything on its path there must surely be ripped apart and torn to pieces once the stallions’ malehood was fully in.
“Now let's get to the main event, don't you think so too, puppy?” Darwin asked with a smirk on his lips, he pulled all the way back to line up his cock with the wolf´s tight hole.
 “Any last words pup?” he taunted and then began to push. Softly at first, then adding more pressure by the second, bringing forth a tirade of complains from his living fleshlight, all of which were ignored.
As the seconds ticked by, both could feel how the entrance to the wolf's body slowly, but surely gave way. “There we go, puppy, soon I’m gonna be inside you,” Darwin announced and indeed, soon the resistance was overpowered, and the first millimeter squeezed in. A whine turned into a howl, as said millimeter turned into a centimeter. “Fuuuuuck, you’re a tight Puppy,” commented the stallion, the feeling of the way to small hole slowly tearing to let his oversized cock in was heaven for him.




Ajani


The wolf was still hoping for a reaction from the king, although he already knew that his pleas would meet deaf ears. He strained his neck, but all he could see was the fox grinning widely, now fishing out his member from inside his pants, slowly beginning to fap.
Ajani’s head snapped up as something landed on his spread body, something heavy and warm, something that pulsed with the beat of a huge and strong heart… the stallions cock now resting on his torso - and the tip just a handwidth below his muzzle. It was only now that the wolf truly realised what this fuck would be doing to him, that this horse not only had the mind to fulfill the king’s sentence, but that his equipment was more than enough to get the job done as well. With flickering eyes, Ajani's gaze wandered up towards Darwin’s face, looking for anything - compassion, pity, even… hatred, but all that he could find was… lust, and pure, distilled sadism.
He still held that gaze when the massive shaft began to move, to withdraw, leaving behind a sticky smear of saliva and precum in his fur, only to finally drop down a bit, and…
Ajani shuddered. The broad, flat tip of the stallion had centered between his cheeks, its warmth like a flat hand that covered his entrance, and its hardness… it felt like a barely rounded brass pole, unyielding and strong, was brought to bear on his soft flesh. 
“Please…” he whispered, just as Darwin was getting ready to push, “Please… be gentle… I….”
The wolf’s voice was cut off with the sound of his teeth snapping together like a bear trap, his whole body becoming taut and stiff as he threw his whole strength against the bindings. Ajani’s desire to get away from the ever building pressure was enough to actually lift his back off the block, the wolf’s body forming a tense arc. He even clenched the muscles of his entrance with all the force he could muster, but.. 
The pressure grew and grew, and Ajani could feel how the horse was pushing him in - not opening, not stretching, but just bluntly pushing his ring towards his centre, forming a funnel of fur and skin, that went deeper and deeper, until, finally, there was nothing left to push. 
The wolf’s paws spread and curled at the same time a piercing howl cut through the tense atmosphere of the execution chamber, the first explosions of pain blooming in Ajani's mind. It felt - literally - like he was torn apart, the massive equine organ stretching him open, and then ripping his skin, hundreds of tiny little cuts and tears appearing around the rim of his hole, each one helping the stallion to push forward further, and in turn, claim more of the wolf. It was a slow process, Ajani fighting every millimeter of shaft, but in the end… he could feel his strength slipping away, and like a fist hitting a wall, the stallions tip slammed past his ring. He had lost, he knew it, his only defense torn down, and now his whole body lay before the horse, open and vulnerable, his ring burning as if the great cock was glowing like the embers in a hearth.




Darwin




Slowly he squeezed centimeter by centimeter into his victim, stopping when he was by five. Darwin whistled. “Damn, don't wanna be in your shoes now puppy, that has to sting,” he laughed.
 “PLEASE PULL IT OUT PULL IT OUT IT HURTS” the wolf shouted,  “Heh I bet it does, don't worry puppy, it's gonna get a whole lot worse”, the stallion chuckled. “But I don't wanna be mean so I will pull out.” And he did “pull out”, even though it was more like ripping out, and he only did it for a second before ramming his cock back in, getting to seven centimeters in one thrust. 
Ajani´s eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he let his head hung limp before he suddenly screamed so loud you could hear it outside the room. 
“Ah, come on puppy, it's only my tip... you’re going to have to take the whole thing,” the horse chuckled, and with another thrust got another two centimeters in.
Blood was already leaking out the wolf's hole, and he screamed and shouted his lungs out, tears were trickling down his face, but the stallion wasn't even at one sixth of his length.
“Now, puppy, I’m gonna show you what real pain is,” he pulled his cock out and with a very hard thrust he rammed it right back into his victim, now fifteen centimeters deep, ripped it right back out and with another very hard thrust, forced it back in. 
But he was indeed holding himself back, thrusting only to the same depth he was in just a second before, having more than enough practice in fucking the life out of smaller furs, and like this he kept working on the wolf for a whole minute. Only fifteen centimeters, one fourth of what he had to take, and already the wolf was bleeding and near losing his consciousness. 


Ajani


“Stinging” was the understatement of the century. It burned, it bit, it tugged and tore, and it hurt, hurt, hurt like nothing the wolf had ever experienced before. The stallion wasn’t fucking him, he was taking him, body and soul, his body torn apart bit by bit by the cruel battering ram of a cock, and his mind seared and burned to ashes by the blinding, all encompassing pain. 
It was the worst feeling ever possible, or, at least, so Ajani thought.
How wrong he was he realised only seconds later, Darwin hat indeed pulled out, and the sudden emptiness didn’t feel better at all, on the contrary, his muscles now able to contract against the cramped stiffness that resulted from being forcefully stretched. At least it was a different, better pain, one that promised to be over soon… and so it was. It was over the very second the stallion bucked his hips and hammered his shaft into the untouched depths of the wolf, and it was over because it was overpowered by an explosion of new pain - this one rising inside the wolf's pelvis like a sun coming over the horizon.
Things that never were meant to be straight mercilessly got pulled into a rigid line, and his tunnel didn’t get so much as stretched, it got ripped open. Thankfully, his insides seemed to be more pliable than his ring, and only small and few new cuts and tears developed with this new torment.
Ajani heard someone scream, raw and loud enough to hurt his ears, and he knew it must be himself, no one else was tied to a block and impaled by a stallion.
The next thrust came, and with it, an almost identical explosion in his innards, more centimeters gained for Darwin, more centimeters lost for the wolf.
Ajani could feel it, warm and sticky, trickling down his cheeks and matting down his tail, he knew it could only be his blood that was now flowing outside of his body, and coating the sword of his torturer. 
Blinking, Ajani once more raised his head, the blurred image of the stallion swimming into focus, the muscles that worked under the fur, the knowing, toothy grin, and the voice, dark and massive, talking about real pain…
The wolf convulsed, once more raising his back from the block, and again he screamed, but his voice was getting rougher and hoarser -. His vocal cords, not used to the strain, were beginning to fray at the edges.
He knew he was going to die now, he felt like a glowing piece of steel on the anvil of the blacksmith, hammered into the desired shape by relentless pounding - it was exactly what was happening to his insides, the stallions shaft a cruel and merciless instrument, pounding the wolf into a shape he was never meant to have.








“Pretty rough, huh puppy? Feels like being ripped apart, am I right?,” Darwin asked while slowly pulling his cock out of the ruined wolf hole. “Mmmm looks pretty good, but I bet I can ruin it a whole lot more. Now how about you take me to my medial ring? You would like that, don't you Puppy?” “p - please s - stop i - i - it hurts so b - bad,”came the weak and pained reply from the wolf.  “Ahhh nonsense, you didn't even take me half way, lets fix that right now...” He aimed his rod back at the bloody, broken hole and gripped the wolf by his hip. 
“Now, Puppy you said it hurts, I know it does, but now I am really going to fuck you up, and believe me, that will hurt a whole lot more.” Just as he said the last word he rammed himself forward for the hardest stroke yet, with one thrust he was right at the hole of the wolf, ripping it open a lot more than it already was, the blood curdling screams of the wolf even louder, even more pain filled than before -  and now there would be no stopping, at least for a while.
Darwin started to wildly buck in and out of the wolf, him snorting and fucking like a feral, his victim wiggling, screaming, begging, the way too thick cock continually sawing into the hole of his victim, every thrust squeezing more blood from the once tight ring.
Ajani was sure that his guts where by now ripped apart, he kept crying bitter tears of pain and shame, and all on public display. The people in the room were watching with rapt attention, some cheered, some masturbated, while others had sex - all because they took joy in his pain filled raping.
“He is a sturdy one, and Darwin is really good today. Thirty minutes are over now and neither of them seems ready to finish,” Maximus cheerfully announced to the tiger guard who was fucking him as hard as he could. 
“Yes, my king, that wolf just won't die, it was a good idea to let him get fucked by Darwin.” 
That brought forth a grin on the muzzle of the king.
                                                                                


Ajani


Every time he thought it couldn’t get worse, it got worse.
The moment Darwin withdrew the instrument of his destruction, the wolf knew something was up. There was something in the horse's demeanor, the way he grinned, the way his eyes gleamed with pure, lusty malice…. 
The last minutes had been the worst of his life - so far, Ajani added bitterly, since he now knew that it would only get worse on from here. 
The stallion and worked him over like a butcher tenderizing a steak, the great rod of his penis hat stretched, straightened and owned so much of his insides that each thrust had created a noticeable bulge in the wolf’s wet stomach fur, just above his navel. Like a giant fist beating against the insides of a flexible prison, the flat cockhead had bruised and beaten up the wolf from the inside, bulldozing his way through the large intestine, and working up to the point where there was simply no tunnel left. 
Strangely enough, after a while, his entrance had almost stopped screaming in pain, the needle-sharp pangs of white-hot agony replaced by a dull, constant throbbing, possibly signalling that the damage was done, and he, Ajani, had now forcefully been re-sized to accept the stallions might.
This was the only blessing, however. There was no such relief from deeper inside him, where each thrust reliably produced an almost sickening wave of pain, one that caused his intestines to cramp around the invading shaft, gripping and massaging the stallions weapon with ferocious intensity. 
Ajani’s throat was raw. All the screaming he had done had rubbed his larynx to the consistency of hamburger, and each time he cramped up, he produced a wheezing, rough whimper, that came more from his lungs than from his throat.
He was watching Darwin now, a black, precise machine, the black fur sleek and glistening with sweat, muscles playing underneath like kittens under a blanket, driving the massive hips forwards and back in a relentless, cruel rhythm.
The scents coming from the stallion were unbelievable now, and even now, in his state, Ajani couldn’t help but to inhale it, cling to its overwhelming maleness, it’s chemical dominance. He had to submit, was already doing it, it was…
Instincts took over.
He had to submit even more. His superior was hurting him, showing him who the true alpha was, and he, Ajani, was not getting the lesson. He had to…
“Dar…. win,” Ajani croaked, between two thrusts, “Darwin...please...I beg you… “
A broad, red tongue slipped over dry lips, followed by a moan.
Ajani looked down along himself, and the traitor, his own shaft, was out, lying red and pulsing across his own fur, dripping with what had to be precum, forced out of its sheath by the brutal massage of his prostate.
“Darwin… pleeaaaseee… I beg you.. Make it… quick…. I know… you can.. Do it… You’re… so strong… so… beautiful… so… big… please… take it… take my life… quick… one.. Thrust… one… flash of pain.. Then… sweet, sweet darkness… “


Darwin




“Phew, damn Puppy, you're a good fuck... getting close here. How about we end it now?”, the stallion said aloud, more to himself than to the Wolf who slowly was losing his mind, begging for it to end. “You did survive long enough, I think, ” Darwin concluded, and so the horse got into position to finish what he started. He pulled all the way out, let his cock slip past the hole one last time, then grabbed the wolf firmly by his shoulders, and with all his strength, he rammed his cock straight back into his victim. Ramming past the point of no return, slamming his medial ring into the wolf and ripping his hole even wider. Everyone in the Room was able to see that this definitely left some damage, the wolf was screaming deliriously, all his internal organs which were in the way of the stallions malehood getting ripped apart, or battered out of the way.


Ajani


It was as if a veil had been pulled aside, Ajani felt like he saw the stallion for what he truly was for the first time. His body… ached, every single part of it, from his wrists and ankles to his very core, but his mind… was clear in that very moment. 
Darwin's words sounded like sweet music in his ears, the combination of “long enough” and “end it here” almost made the wolf cheer with elation. 
He felt the hands on his shoulders, strong fingers digging into his fur, pressing him down against the unyielding surface of the block, he watched the stallion inhale, saw the muscles swelling with tension… 
And then, time stopped. 
As if in slow motion, Ajani watched the black furred thighs power forward, felt the steely shaft enter his wide-open hole, and begin its travel inside him. Every vein, every fold of skin seemed to be overly large and pronounced as it glided along his tunnel, the massive head creeping further and further up, the bulge in his belly travelling along with it, just like it had done countless times before in the last half hour. Only this time, it didn’t stop. 
When the tip reached the end of the tunnel, it ran into the wall of the wolf’s intestine, pushing it up and forward, stretching it with unyielding force, and at the very moment the wolf felt the medial ring pass through his torn entrance, the pressure suddenly vanished with a very strange, wet, ripping feeling. 
Pain exploded in his middle, his very core going up in a blaze of torment, a white-hot burning that spread outwards, towards his limbs, into the very tips of his fur. A second sun of hurt rose from between his legs, where the small tears and cuts in his ring now ripped wider to accommodate the much thicker lower shaft of the horse, giving way without much fight at all - the previous battering had reduced the wolf’s strength to that of wet tissue.
Ajani could hear himself scream, a shrill cry of utter and bloody despair, all the while experiencing with horrible clarity the further progress of the stallions pole, travelling through his belly, up and up, pressing against his diaphragm and forcing the air out of his lungs until, finally, that barrier was also torn down.
Ajani’s scream ended in a hiccup, pink foam appearing around his muzzle and lips, when the rock-hard hips of the horse impacted on his blood-soaked behind, and the tip finally came to a halt, close enough to the wolf’s neck to produce a noticeable bulge, just above his ribs.




Darwin


“YEAH, YOU LITTLE BITCH, THAT’S WHAT'S REAL PAIN FEELS LIKE,” shouted the stallion as he kept fucking the wolf as if his life depended on it. He kept fucking and fucking, until his hips made contact with the wolf’s cheeks. Now buried to the hilt into his victim, the wolf was barely alive anymore. No words came from him, but gurgling sounds of death, dragging air into his torn lungs. But it was not over yet. Darwin was now able to really destroy the wolf, and that’s what he had in mind, using all his massive strength to rip his cock out and then ram it fully back in again. Blood splattered from the shredded hole, coating the block and the floor, but still the wolf lived, even if only barely.
Darwin thrusted and bucked into the convulsing body, and soon the hips of the wolf couldn't take the constant beating anymore and started to crack, then break, then shatter, so that Darwin truly had nothing left to stand in his way. 
But all good things have come to an end, and with the last heartbeats of Ajani, the stallion came. He shot bucket loads of cum into his victim, the overflow from mouth and nose mixed with blood, and even more got pumped into the wolf until he was nothing more but a bloated furry condom. Only then did Darwin stop to thrust, but he did not pull out until his cock was slowly losing its hardness, and when he did pull out, it was with a stream of blood and cum following his flared tip.
The deed was done.
Ajani the wolf was dead, the stallion had had his fun, and the King with all his royals and guards had watched a show they will surely remember for the next three to four hours, until the next victim was about to be executed.


Ajani


And yet, he lived.
That first thrust had ruined him, turned him from a living, feeling being into a cocksleeve, a furred condom, made to measure for the essence of equine masculinity, the stallions shaft, but yet… he lived, and when Darwin pulled back, air was sucked into what remained of his lungs, prolonging his suffering for some more, precious seconds. 
He now realised the true power of the black-furred mountain of a horse, who was now battering him with reckless abandon, each thrust tearing into him, bursting walls and smashing bits to bloody paste, snorting and huffing in what only could be described as a lust-filled frenzy.
Ajani kept his eyes focussed on Darwin’s, losing himself in those brown pools, filled with the rush of absolute power and raw lust. The taste of blood and his own life filled his maw, underlined with the faintest touch of stallion, Darwin's precum finally making its way through the wolf’s body, while his arms and legs began to tingle and burn with the lack of oxygen and blood. Faintly, he heard the sharp crack of bones breaking, his own pelvis shattered under the brutal blows of the stallions plowing….
The last thing Ajani saw was Darwin, throwing his head up and back, whinnying proudly, followed by pressure inside his chest, pulsing and hot, growing with each second - and then….




The End