	The wheels of aristocracy were turning. Outside the walls of the independent city-state, conflict was brewing. Something disturbed the tribes of equines that migrated around the vale. Already the first waves of refugees had come knocking at the gates, enormous but largely gentle folk displaced from their primitive hamlets and thorps. They were drawn to the order and peace that civilized life promised inside the city's walls like moths to a flame.

	The Marquis saw the potential in the equines' superior physical strength and statue. He did his best to assimilate them as lower-class citizens, cramming them in barracks and allowing them to camp outside the walls when room ran out until a noble house came forth with a sponsorship. For a time, those lucky enough to be sponsored toiled away doing the work of their feral cousins, plowing fields and tilling crops until their debt to their host family was paid.

	In his paranoid wisdom, the marquis also foresaw the conflict brewing, drawing closer with every season. The equines were docile for the most part, but even the weakest of their kind possessed the strength of many men. If the equines ever rose up, the standing militia would need to outnumber them many times over if there was even to be a hope of quelling them. To that end, the Marquis hatched a desperate plan. He created a new class of nobility, below a baron but above a knight: The Baronet, or “sub-baron”. He hammered decrees to the churches and halls proclaiming that any land-owning citizen who made a one-time payment of fifty pounds of gold to the crown – enough to support and train ten soldiers over the next three years – would be granted the dignity of nobility and a title that would be passed down through the family line as long as it existed. 

	The Cabal, a guild of criminals and occultists that made their home in the tangled web of catacombs and natural caverns beneath the city, responded to the decree with all possible haste. They swiftly emptied their coffers in hopes of infesting this new social tier with as many of their own agents as possible while corrupting any other citizens who lusted for the title. If that proved difficult or impossible, they came at the new baronets sideways, insidiously corrupting their friends and family to ensure cooperation and future alliances.

	One of the newly-proclaimed Baronets was the father of Akela Taggerung. Being a pup of only twelve, Akela didn't understand much of what was going on. All he knew is that the four-legged horses that worked on the manor's grounds had been supplemented by two-legged ones that walked and talked like he did, although some of their words were strange. But as far as he knew, that was the only difference. They were treated like animals, did the work animals did and lived out in the stables like their four-legged cousins. The Cabal had been watching him closely, slipping the new servants a few silver here and there to try and get a feel for what the boy liked and what the Cabal was able to offer. Fortunately for them, the young pre-teen was focused on one thing and one thing only: Sex.

	It would have been easy enough for the Cabal to hire a two-bit tavern wench to seduce the boy and give him a memorable first time. But the Cabal was never satisfied with “easy”. They wanted to make an impression. They wanted to give him something unique, an experience that would have been impossible without the Cabal pulling the strings. So they kept watching. They made sure he was allowed a measure of freedom and the ability to explore his new and confusing sexuality without getting caught so they could see his desires take shape. What the servants reported intrigued them.

	Little Akela was as curious as they expected, but his desires were not directed to the many canine and feline servants that were suddenly going out of their way to flirt with him. Instead, he purposely spent the majority of this time with the serfs and servants that worked the grounds . . . and the beasts that the servants used to till the crops and plow the fields. When given the chance, he jumped at the opportunity to help in the barn and outbuildings. He wanted to help groom and look after the animals more than he wanted to help around the house. Normally such chores would be considered beneath a cub of his social standing, but his father thought it a good idea to give the boy a first-hand look of what the common folk did to earn their daily bread. In his eyes, it would give him an opportunity to learn from his people and thus become a wiser and more responsible noble when he inherited his father's title.

	The Cabal watched him through the eyes of the two-legged equine servants, particularly a thickly-built chestnut mare named Cassie. Her task was to befriend young Akela, nurture his interest in “honest work” as well as animal husbandry, and pay close attention to his budding sexuality. She clearly relished the task, making sure he caught her at inopportune moments – changing her outfit, bending over to toss bales of hay, even “cleaning” one of the few intact stallions with a bit more gusto than would normally be required.

	Akela ate it all up. He quickly latched on to Cassie as a mother figure, following her everywhere as she taught him everything about horses, both on two legs and four. The Cabal made sure his interest in all things equine was nurtured, at least until they could discern whether this was a passing phase or the development of a sincere interest. Fortunately, it persisted long enough to at least become something the Cabal could exploit. 

	The turning point came when one of the feral draft mares broke her leg in a rabbit hole during morning chores. There was no way for a horse to recover from that sort of injury, and the decision was quickly made to put her down. Cassie, of course, volunteered to do the dirty work. Akela followed wordlessly without being asked, even when he was warned it wasn't something a cub should see. He protested that he wasn't a cub anymore, and Cassie let the matter slide with a small smile. “You certainly won't be a cub after you see this,” she warned, “but no one's going to make fun of you if you look away, alright?”

	“I'm a big boy!” Akela insisted, “I wanna see!”
	
	Cassie made a big deal about pretending to resist, and tried sound as reluctant as she could before finally giving in. “You sure, boy?” she asked, grabbing a hunting knife from the tack room. 

	Akela nodded. 

	“Really?” she pressed, “it's going to messy. It might even give you nightmares. You might want to wait until you're older.”

	 Akela stomped his foot. “I'm older now,” he insisted. “I want to see!”

	“Alright,” Cassie sighed, “Don't tell your dad, though. He'll be upset if he finds out I let you watch, okay?

	The injured horse wasn't too far from the barn. Of course, as Akela knew well, “Far” had a very different meaning on an acreage. He thought they almost needed a horse and buggy just to get to where the horse was. She was an older bay mare with a rich, rusty-red coat and a thick black mane. She was on the ground kicking furiously, her front leg flopping around at a sickening angle, barely connected to the knee. Akela was nauseated at the sight, but found himself transfixed by the mare's movements. He couldn't look away, especially not when her tail flicked back and forth, revealing a peek of hairless black flesh between her legs.

	“Wait here,” Cassie ordered once the pair were about twenty paces away. “Not because I think you're not old enough, but because you might get hurt,” she continued before giving him the chance to protest. She turned around and took a knee facing him, grabbing him by the shoulders to demand his full attention. “She's pitchin' a fit right now and she could kick your head clean off your shoulders.” She gave him time to absorb what she was saying. “What I want from you, big boy, is to stay here and count to thirty – slowly. Don't move unless she comes at you, okay?”

	Akela nodded. Cassie shook her head. “Not good enough,” she scolded, “I said, okay?”

	“o-okay,” Akela finally replied, trying to look past Cassie's golden mane to the struggling mare behind her. 

	“Start counting,” Cassie demanded, letting go and turning around with a swish of her tail.

	“One . . . two . . .”

	Cassie walked slowly behind the downed horse and crouched low, running her hand along the back of her neck in a futile attempt to calm her down. But the pain must have been overwhelming – it was like the mare had forgotten all of her training, all of her familiarity. She kicked and snorted, her broken leg dangling at the shin like a flail.

	“Seven . . .eight . . .”

	Cassie leaned down and touched the edge of the knife to the mare's enormous neck. She used her other hand to pull her chin up and then quickly plunged the knife into the soft tissue under her chin. Blood trickled from the wound, and then erupted in a geyser when Cassie dragged the knife across her neck, sawing quickly and deeply before letting go. Akela felt like his feet were glued to the ground, like he was in one of those dreams where his legs turned to stone. At first he was afraid of having to move and look away. Now he was afraid that he might not be able to.

	“E-eleven,” he stammered, “Twelve . . . thirteen . . .”

	The mare flailed, all three undamaged limbs swinging wildly and dangerously through the air. Even Cassie shielded herself, taking a few steps back in case the beast summoned the strength to roll over. Thankfully, her burst of energy was short-lived. By the time the cub got to twenty, the kicking had almost stopped, and the blood flow was reduced to a trickle. It amazed him how much blood was really inside that body – it seemed like there was a whole lake of red under her neck. By the time he got to twenty-five, the mare was almost entirely still. Only the occasional twitch hinted that she was ever even alive.

	“Twenty-nine,” Akela announced, taking a breath, “Thirty.”

	Cassie smiled tiredly. The deed was done. “See?” she beckoned, “all done. She's gone now.”

	Akela stepped closer and stared. He kept waiting for the mare to breathe, but nothing happened. The big beast stayed perfectly still as the wind rippled her mane. Cassie snapped him out of his apparent trance by bending down and running a hand along the dead mare's ear. “Come over here,” she beckoned softly, “feel how soft her ear is.”

	The cub followed, his gaze lingering at the mare's rear before he joined the older mare crouched at the dead animal's other end. He gave her a wide berth, still afraid she might spring to life and kick him for going near her backside. Akela hesitated, reaching out to stroke the soft fur with the back of his hand. He was so careful, like the mare's ear might snap shut on him like a bear trap.  But there was no reaction. No leaning, no twitching, nothing.

	“She's not going to complain,” Cassie grinned, pushing his hand against the fur on the inside of the mare's ear, holding it for a few seconds before the stiff little cub loosened up a bit. “See? You can touch her wherever you want, even the spots she wouldn't let you before!”

	It wasn't like the cub didn't know already what spots he wanted to touch. He was “that age” after all, and he got in a lot less trouble poking around stallions and mares than he did poking around boys and girls. Still, he was gripped by a deep sense of shame and embarrassment. He began by running a hand down her face, like he would have if she was alive. But the mare's response – or lack thereof – was concerning. There was no push of her face towards his hand. She didn't blink or twitch or put her ears back. Her mouth and nose were caked in bloody saliva. He could smell the earthy sweat, smothered in acrid, tangy blood.

	“I just need you to help me drag her over behind the shed and out of the way,” Cassie interrupted, “And then I'll leave you be. I'll tell your father tomorrow and he'll find a way to deal with her. Who knows, he might have us all digging a hole for her tomorrow night.” She grabbed one of the mare's hind legs and started to drag, giving Akela one of those “are-you-coming-or-not” glares until he shuffled up beside her, grabbing the other leg and pulling as hard as he could. They wordlessly dragged the dead mare over behind one of the smaller storage sheds, Akela pulling backwards to fixate his gaze on the way the beast's body moved, rippling over the rocks and imperfections in the ground. Her neck was stuck at an odd, painful angle, exposing her fatal wound to the ground. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue was clearly visible, dragging along the grass. It would have been comical if it wasn't so . . .real.

	The pair reached the shed in awkward silence. Cassie dropped the horse with a thud that rippled through the dead beast's body, making her muscles shift in strangely pleasing ways. “We'll leave her here for now,” Cassie repeated, wiping her sweaty mane from her face, “I'll let your father know tonight and we can deal with her tomorrow. I'll let him know you were a big help, too!” she winked, turning to leave and swishing her tail against her chore clothes. Akela stared, not realizing until after she was out of sight that he was still holding on to the mare's leg.

	It was so much to take in. The dead golden mare presented an opportunity that his little cub just couldn't resist. His body demanded that he explore, that he take everything that the beast's limp body offered. But he still hesitated. He looked around for Cassie. She was nowhere to be seen, but he looked again anyways just to be sure.

	Where to start, he wondered. He pushed a finger into the mare's ear like Cassie suggested, the canine cub pushing his claw down into a spot that HAD to feel uncomfortable. A fly landed on the mare's open eye and then took off, as if leading Akela further down the mare's face. He played with her muzzle, sticking his finger up her nose with a chuckle before wiping it off on the side of her face, smearing it into her fur. He pulled at her lips and tongue, stretching them and letting them go to watch how the rubbery flesh moved and wriggled. He could still feel her warm saliva on his hand, but her hot breath was strangely absent. As a final insult, he pulled her head up by her lips and dropped it on the ground with a satisfying thump, watching and giggling as her head bounced slightly. He had an idea.

	Akela took another look around and then pulled his pants down, letting his already-throbbing member out for air. He kneeled down and shuffled closer to the mare's face, pulling her head up by her mane and letting it slide down around his cock. He let out a breathless little shudder as her wet, bloody tongue graced his manhood. She was still lukewarm in there, and it felt so good having her wet mouth close down around his private parts. He grabbed her face with both hands, pulling on her fur to make her head bob up and down, passively pleasuring the perverted cub until his little soldier was standing at full attention inside her jaws, the tip rubbing against the ridged roof of her mouth while her rubbery lips and soft velvet nose slid down against the base of his knot. He contemplated letting her finish him off right there inside her mouth, but there was so much more of the mare he wanted to explore in so little time!

	With a lusty sigh he pulled the mare's head off his cock and let it drop, again watching it wobble on the ground. A mix of dredged-up bloody saliva and precum rolled off her tongue, making it look like she was drooling. Akela crawled around the mare's flank on all fours like a feral beast, grabbing her hind leg and wrenching her more onto her back. She was heaver than he could manage, though, and only her back half seemed to follow.

	The skin on the inside of the mare's thigh seemed thinly stretched over her limp muscles. It was such a strange, sensitive place to touch, and it revealed the dark flesh of her teats so perfectly. He leaned against the animal's leg to keep her spread and began frantically rubbing his palm against her teats, feeling the soft velvet flesh roll under his palm. He saw the teardrop shape of her sagging vaginal lips, parted slightly to show just a peek of pink between them. He kept his grip on her teats and jammed his thumb into her sticky, tepid folds while the tip of his hard red rocket pressed up against her puckered tailhole. She was so relaxed, it was so easy for the little cub to slide up and inside!

	The feeling on Akela's loins could only be described as “heavenly”. The limp mare's ass was perfectly accommodating, dead muscles naturally tight enough to be snug but not enough to be suffocating. He grabbed onto her leg and instinctively rolled his hips back and forth, the cub wanting more and more of this new and exciting feeling. He pumped and pumped, gritting his teeth and leaning over the mare's body until his knot swelled inside her ass to a point where pulling out was impossible. He had no choice but to continue, relentlessly pounding the mare's guts until he blew his cub-sized load deep into her colon. He was no stranger to the feeling of orgasm but that was easily the hardest Akela had ever came in his life! There were even little aftershocks that made him throb and tingle as his knot slowly began to deflate. He would have loved to have stayed, but he was still terrified that someone might see him. So he tugged, wincing as the pressure behind his bulbous knot built up into another mini-orgasm as his knot finally popped out of her slack asshole. The muscles were still pliable and elastic enough to close up behind him, concealing the evidence of his little visit. He let go of the mare's leg and gave her one last lustful look as she flopped over with a wet grunt as the stale air was released from her dead lungs. He took one last look around and did his best to act casual, stealing away behind the shed for a quick breather to try and calm himself down. His heart was pounding like a racehorse, it felt like it might burst out of his chest at any moment. He was still trying to process what just happened – the mare's execution, dragging her limp body out of sight then defiling her corpse. What drove him to do it? And why did it feel so good?

	He'd have to think more on the subject later. He couldn't stand the thought of being seen around the mare any longer, so he made a quick dash from behind the shed after re-dressing himself and making an attempt to hide his erection. He needed to retreat to his room for a chance to ponder more on what just happened. And ponder he did, again and again and again until his balls ached from overuse.

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	A few nights later, Akela heard the creak of the door in the darkness. He was only lightly sleeping, and the noise instantly had him sitting upright and reaching for the oil lamp. The intruder shushed him softly, putting a large, warm hand overtop of his. Instantly, he knew everything was going to be okay.

	“Grab your coat,” the smoky female voice urged, “It's cold out there.”

	Instantly, the cub settled. It was only Cassie. “Where are we going?” Akela mumbled, still bleary-eyed.

	“It's a surprise. Hurry up.”

	“Can I light the lamp?”
	
	“No, your father will see. It's a secret. Come on, we don't have a lot of time!”
	
	The cub fumbled in the wardrobe for something to cover himself with. He quickly grabbed a long wool coat from a hook and wrapped it around his body. Cassie hurried him onwards, practically yanking him out the door and softly closing it behind him. She moved with surprising grace for such a large creature, her hooves barely making a sound on the wooden floor. 

	Akela figured out soon enough he was being taken to one of the outbuildings on his father's property – a barn converted to house some of the equine immigrants. There was a lot of noise coming from inside!
	“Hurry up,” Cassie whispered, dragging the cub along by the arm, hesitating as she opened one of the creaking wooden doors just wide enough to slip through. 
	It took some time for Akela's canine eyes to adjust to the dark. He knew the barn was mostly just a large, empty space. It had been a workshop at one point, and sometimes his father parked carriages and buggies inside to keep them out of the weather. Just last year a few stalls had been built to board horses that were previously being kept off the manor grounds. But why here, he wondered?
	Once his eyes adjusted, the cub saw that half of the barn had been curtained off. The sounds – mostly amorous grunts and strained equine squeals – were definitely coming from behind it. A workbench and a single sturdy chair had been set up about a foot away from the curtain. Cassie roughly shoved him into the chair and told him to stay put while she fetched a single oil lamp from the wall and lit it, giving the place a warm, reddish glow.

	“What's going on?” Akela asked, still groggy.

	“The good doggy is about to get a treat,” Cassie nickered, shedding her coat and revealing her bare shoulders slowly before slowly pulling Akela's coat off as well, draping it around the back of the chair. Akela rocked back and forth in his seat. The older mare let her coat drop around her ankles, revealing bare fur in the light of the lamp. This was all still very new to the cub, only having seen a handful of naked females before – to say nothing of having one purposely show off her body to him. 
	The mare leaned over slowly, flicking her tail playfully in Akela's face before flagging it to the side, exposing her puffy pucker and the deep, fertile cleft below. “Take your pick, big boy,” she nickered, putting her hands on her firm cheeks and spreading them apart, giving the canine cub free rein, “I even cleaned up for you!”
	
	Slavering at the mouth, Akela couldn't help but take her up on her offer. His tongue went straight for that spotless ass, the young canine pushing his muzzle between her cheeks and giving the older mare a deep, slow rimming. He licked in a circle around the bulb of dark protruding flesh, pushing his nose to one side, then the other before pushing the flat of his tongue against her tailhole, which fluttered and twitched at his intimate, wet touch. Cassie loved it. She kept her tail off to the side as best she could, letting out a series of low, amorous nickers and grunts. It was impossible to resist pleasuring herself as well, apparently, as her much-younger suitor noticed her strong hands gliding between her legs just under his chin. He quickly decided to do the same, pushing one hand between his own legs to paw at his throbbing member while he gripped Cassie's rump with the other, trying to hold on as she waved her rump up and down, teasing him.

	The lewd embrace was cruelly short. Scarcely half a minute after he started rimming her, Cassie rose to her feet, putting her plump ass out of the cub's reach.

	“Don't fret,” Cassie pouted as Akela started to whine, “That was just the appetizer. The main course is right here!” She pulled the curtain aside, revealing the source of the primal noises. Akela let out an ecstatic whine.

	Behind the curtain was a large cream-coloured feral mare like the one he encountered out in the field. Her front left leg had been hobbled with a belt to keep her from kicking, and her face had been restrained with cross-ties leading up to the two support beams for the barn and a third ring on the floor to keep her head low. A tall, naked, black-furred anthro stallion was thrusting his hips violently at her face, shoving his dappled member through what looked like a modified ring-gag between her teeth. Another black-and-white anthro stallion was standing on a small stool and pounding away at her ass, pulling her tail up out of the way. The latter's long, flowing fetlocks identified him as a gypsy stallion, while the former's thick neck and heavy build clearly marked him as some sort of draft breed, similar to Cassie.

	“How far along is it?” Cassie asked, turning to her two comrades. The one behind the mare paused for a moment, reaching down forcefully into the mare's birth canal. The beast staggered to brace itself, pulling away from his grip but only serving to impale her throat further on the horse-cock in front of her.

	“I can feel hooves,” he answered with a grunt, “Shouldn't be more than a few minutes!”

	Akela shivered. The feral mare was pregnant! There was a little foal inside her that was about to be born into an orgy of abuse, right before his very eyes! He tried to rise up from his chair but was gently pushed back by a stern hand.

	“You stay put,” Cassie winked before turning back to the two studs. “Start pulling,” she ordered, “We need that foal out before our guest of honour blasts off. Isn't that right, birthday boy?”

	Akela blinked. In his stupor, he'd completely forgotten what day it was! Or at least, what day it was going to be as soon as the sun rose. He was turning thirteen today! “B-blasts off?” he parroted.

	Cassie nodded seductively, turning around and slowly sitting down on the cub's lap, feeling his throbbing, tender meat push against her tailhole before she let the tip slide inside. He was twitching like crazy inside her, squirming in his seat and trying to rock back and forth. She let him do his thing for a few seconds before she turned back and tugged on his ear, reminding him to pay attention. The black and white stud behind the feral mare was pounding her mercilessly, clearly intent on getting himself off before dealing with the foal. Akela watched and remembered what he was doing to the other feral mare only a few days before, and squirmed frantically underneath Cassie, the memory almost propelling him to orgasm just as the stallion whinnied urgently, his hips plowing into the poor mare at feverish speed, thick cum beginning to drip as he quickly pulled out, shooting one last rope on the mare's thigh.

	“Wasn't that hot?” Cassie nickered, leaning back to run her hand down Akela's neck. “And that's just the start.”

	Akela nodded frantically, his eyes pleading the mare for more. By the time she directed his attention back to the show, the gypsy had gotten off the stool and was reaching into the mare's sloppy, dripping birth canal with both hands. At first Akela thought he was fisting her, but when he leaned back and pulled hard, he realized what was actually going on. He was reaching in and literally pulling the baby foal out by hand! The mare shorted, heaved, and grunted, but the stallion in front of her shut her up quickly by plugging her throat with his dick again, mashing her nose against his pubic tuft. He was so far down her throat the impression of his flared head and medial ring could be seen from where Akela and Cassie were sitting.

	“See that?” Cassie nickered, folding herself over and brushing her tail against Akela's chest, “That's your birthday present right there, almost a whole year in the making!” She slid forward off the cub's dick and pushed her ample asscheecks against it, letting him slide between them without actually penetrating her.

	The foal, meanwhile, wasn't being born without a fight. The gypsy stud was almost doubled over trying to pull the head and shoulders out. The foal's clear amniotic sac hung like a wet curtain around its protruding snout and long forelegs while the stallion's erection bobbed around almost comically, dripping glistening droplets of precum onto the wet ground.

	“You got it yet?” the draft stallion sighed, relaxing and planting his palm on the birthing mare's head, “I need to cum, quick.”

	“You'll get it when I'm finished,” came the sharp reply.

	“What about me?” Akela whimpered. Cassie was quick to shush him.

	“You get the best part,” she assured him, “besides, you get to watch before your turn!”

	“Got the head!” The gypsy stallion announced as the foal's sac broke and more of the foal squeezed out with a wet gurgle, clear fluid falling to the ground like rain. He twisted the slippery body to the side and the shoulder suddenly popped out, no doubt aided by the desperate beast. “The rest of it is coming!” He snorted, “it's coming, hurry up and catch it!”

	The black-and-white stud tried to hold the slippery foal in place, but the mare had other ideas. She pushed with all her might and expelled the foal immediately, the baby's hindquarters twisting and falling to the ground with a wet splat before the draft stallion could catch it. Akela grit his teeth and Cassie stopped rubbing. If she wasn't careful, he could have cum right there!

	The newborn foal kicked out with its back legs, only a few seconds old and already clearly distressed. The gypsy horse still had it by the front legs, and he quickly peeled the rest of the sticky sac away while the draft horse pulled one of its hind legs up and reached between them.

	“Colt!” he announced proudly, reaching up to grab and fondle the newborn foal's sheath, the palm of his hands running up against the matted fur on the foal's underbelly. “Damn, look at that,” he nickered as the foal's floppy mottled member slowly began to squeeze out from his sheath. He was as big as Akela, almost, a rich chocolate colour with a darker nose and underbelly. The pink of his newborn member was actually quite shocking against the black backdrop. “Come to daddy you little stud,” the draft horse nickered seductively, reaching to grab the flailing foal. He sat down near the exhausted, mare and dragged the newborn colt into his lap, the umbilical cord stretching taut and then snapping in half. “You're huge,” the draftie praised, reaching down again, “In every way! Now let's get you your first meal!”

	The draft stallion grabbed the newborn colt by the neck and pushed its cheeks together, widening his little mouth just enough to fit the flared head of his member inside. He was still mostly hard from using the colt's mother, and it didn't take long for his member to throb to life again at the back of the colt's throat.

	Akela watched the colt spasm, its little chest sucking in as it tried to breathe around the monstrous intrusion. His front hooves pawed uselessly, trying to strike the attacker while his awkward back hooves tried in vain to find purchase on the slippery ground. 

	The draft stallion kept the newborn animal pinned, pushing his little wet nose right against his pubic tuft and jamming his entire cock down its throat. 

	“Don't get greedy,” he scolded the foal, “You've already had one or two breaths, and that's one or two too many! I barely have to move, he's gonna suck me dry just by choking on my junk!”

	True to his word, the stallion sat there, gazing longingly at the new life ebbing away between his legs, occasionally reaching down to rub the silky, matted fur until the foal put up one last heroic effort to get free, then finally settled down, apparently for good. Still, the stud waited for a few seconds more to make sure it didn't recover. The gypsy stallion squatted down and pushed his hand against the colt's chest under its foreleg to search for a heartbeat, and shook his head.

	“It's dead,” he announced, “no heartbeat.”

	“Good,” the other stallion replied quickly, “Just give me a second . . .” he grabbed the back of the foal's head and began pumping it up and down. There was a wet gagging, slurping sound as drool and thick mucus leaked from the dead newborn's mouth and nose onto the equine's musky crotch. He came only a few seconds later, the first ejaculation making the foal's entire throat throb. He quickly pulled out and kept cumming, spraying his seed onto the dead foal's face and sticky mane. One strand landed on it open eye, provoking no reaction whatsoever. The foal really was gone.

	The gypsy equine grabbed the dead baby horse in a floppy tangle of limbs and carried it over to Akela and Cassie. The older mare gently took the thing in her arms and rose from her seat, turning around to face the cub as she fumbled with the large, heavy body. It was at least as big as Akela himself, and had to weigh almost as much. Finally, she found its two hind legs and pulled them up, exposing its floppy sheath and tailhole to the canine cub's erection. She pushed it down quickly to the tip of his knot, and Akela let out a startled gasp.

	“Feels good, doesn't it?” Cassie nickered, wrapping her arms around the dead toy and pulling him up a bit, then dropping him down, masturbating the seated cub with the tailhole of a newborn colt.

	“Y-yes!” Akela barked.

	“Does it feel like the dead mare?”

	Akela blustered. How did she know? “W-what?” he stammered.

	“Oh, I know all about it,” she cooed, leaning over and grabbing the dead colt's puny tail, pulling it up and down to get the cub off faster, “I was watching, touching myself while you raped it! That's why this is all for you, big boy!”

	“It felt so good!” Akela barked again, relieved at finally being able to tell someone how he felt, “I loved the feeling of my . . my knot inside her!” 

	He was getting close, she could tell. So she stopped yanking on the dead foal and let its hindlegs drop around Akela's hips. Cassie watched his fur stand on end as the wet, bony legs pushed past his sides. The foal's head flopped back at an unnatural angle until Cassie fixed it by grabbing his short, matted mane and yanking his cum-covered face back down.

	“Look at the goods this boy was smuggling,” Cassie swooned, reaching down along the corpse's underbelly to fondle its genitals. The foal's member was still hanging half-out of its sheath, flopping around with each bounce on Akela's lap. She stroked it, feeling the foal's velvet balls weigh down her hand before stroking his limp shaft up and down between her fingers. He'd never have the chance to get hard, or feel the sensation of pumping his seed inside a fertile mare, she thought to herself, shame. 

	“Want your knot in something else, big boy?” she dared, picking the foal off and letting it drop to the ground, straddling the cub and sinking his knot right into her dripping snatch, bucking her hips hard. Akela couldn't help but cum, howling out his ecstasy through the night to anyone in earshot as he filled Cassie's hot, fertile womb with his sticky canine cum. Cassie cut him off mid-howl, grabbing his ears and tugging him roughly into a fierce, passionate kiss, her thick flat tongue pushing past his teeth and brushing against the roof of his mouth. “Happy birthday, cub,” she grinned, licking her lips, “here's to many more!
