[b][u][center]The Hoof-Bunny
For Fritzbunbun
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 
Most people hated the stables. The raw stink of horse and donkeys, of piss and sweat and who knew what else pushed them away quickly, barely taking the time to put their animals in their stalls before hurrying out. If the stable had a good stableboy, they didn’t even bother to do that, just handing the animal over before running off, chased away by the raw musk that pervaded the area.
The key word, of course, was most.
Fritz was one of those that didn’t have the same problem, and why he wasn’t gagging as he knelt on the cobblestone floor amidst the straw and the bundles of half-eaten hay. Though every breath was laden with the sweaty, grungy, animalistic musk of everything and everybody around him, the bunny continued to kneel there, his mind half-washed away by the potent scent, and his body…
Well, some had called him shameless, and the reason for that was clear as he leaned back against one of the wooden posts on the stalls.
The rabbit’s dick was out and hard, throbbing and drooling as he sucked in the scent around him. His eyes rolled back much like a man that was either drunk or high, and his fingers twitched as he huffed in one breath after another.
[i]Mmmph…and they call this…a punishment?[/i]
He chuckled, shifting his position only for the chains on his arms to pull on the tight ball ring between his legs. The rabbit gasped, biting his lips at the only warning he had for moving like a person anymore. He pulled his arms and legs tighter together, using the moment to roll over onto all fours rather than trying to get up.
As soon as he was in position, he felt the weight of the prison collar around his neck trying to drag his head down. He was able to keep it upright, but only just, the heavy iron making it difficult to keep looking ahead. The rabbit crawled forward, the clatter-clatter of his chains on his arms, legs, and everywhere else making him very loud, and impossible to miss.
As he made his way down from the center of the stables to the door, he heard a clip-clop, clip-clop sound. The bunny grinned despite himself, his cheeks burning as he realized that he was about to be called to do his duty once more.
He hurried up, dragging his chains behind him as fast as he could as he made his way to the doors of the stable. Just as expected, a large wolf was leading a stallion towards the door, the big beast huffing and obviously just finished with a long, and likely strenuous, ride. The bunny blushed as he looked down, seeing hints of crackly stuff along the stallion’s sheath, and knew that if he was unlucky – or perhaps, in the depths of his mind, lucky – he would be getting a good look at those bits later.
The wolf approached, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow.
“The innkeeper told me that there was a stable…thing…here. Are you it?”
Fritz nodded, bobbing his head.
“You’re the one that takes care of the horses?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How?”
“In every way, sir.”
“…I’m not going to ask.”
The wolf clicked his tongue, drawing the big horse closer. The reins were handed over, Fritz taking them in his teeth, leaving the wolf shaking his head.
“What the hell are you doing down there, anyway?”
“Punishment, sir. I was a thief. Now I have to take care of them all.”
“I don’t see a brand.”
“The judge’s sending someone over later today.”
“Hmmph. Well, see to it that you tend this horse properly. He’s had a long day.”
“I will sir, I will.”
The rabbit bobbed his head a few times more, watching as the wolf turned back to the inn and disappeared inside. As soon as he was out of sight, the rabbit turned back to the horse, nudging his nose with his own cheek.
“Mmm, you’re a biggun, aren’t you? Big guy, big body…”
He looked down, shaking his head.
“Big hooves. Big dirty hooves, too.”
Very big, for that matter. Probably the biggest hooves of the various equines and mounts that were in the stable. They looked like they would cover entire trenchers, the big bread plates likely to shatter beneath the large hooves. And they were muddy along the outside, and who knew what they were like along the underside?
His lips turned up in a half-smile even as he imagined what the foulness would be like against his tongue. It would probably stain it, leaving him tasting it for hours after this, possibly days, if the wolf hadn’t been good at keeping the horse clean down there. It was…enticing, thinking about it.
He licked his lips again as he pulled the horse into the stables, keeping to all fours and dragging the big guy along with the reins between his teeth. The horse followed, more out of its own need to get into the stable than from anything the rabbit did, more than likely.
Fritz stopped in the center, pausing to turn and reach for one of the stallion’s hooves. The equine didn’t seem bothered, allowing him to lift one of the front hooves, looking at the underside.
Oh, it was dirty, alright. Old sweat and new, combined with the dust of the road, created a muddy, mushy, musky mess that just about burned the hair out of his nose at the first breath. He coughed, gagging slightly before turning back to it. Gently, he ran a finger through the mess, gathering some of the loosest bits free before lifting it to his mouth.
It crunched as he closed his mouth around it, the grimy, slimy stuff sticking to the roof of his mouth like overripe cheese, and no less foul for it. He sucked his finger clean, licking away the worst and swallowing it, and kept working his mouth until the rest of it went down after the muddy first swallow.
[i]Holy…mmmph…[/i]
Fritz panted as he finally cleared his mouth, the mushy mess that remained on his tongue feeling like curdled cheese or something else that had gone off. He didn’t know if it would fade anytime soon – he doubted it – but it was so strong that it almost made him forget about the rest of his job.
Panting, groaning, he dragged himself back to the moment. The court would have his head if he didn’t actually follow through on his punishment. If he didn’t go through with their ‘lenient’ discipline, then he would probably wish that they had.
He leaned forward, dragging his tongue along the outside of the hoof. Hoof polishing was a fine art, and usually accomplished best with a rag and some polish, but this…this was definitely a close second. The taste of dirt and mud and things that he tried not to think about filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow with every lick, but the humiliation of being down on all fours, licking a horse’s hoof, kept him from feeling…well, too bad about it.
The bunny’s cock continued to throb beneath his belly as he kept licking away, dragging his tongue from one side of the hoof to the other. Soon, he could see himself in the rough black surface, and he polished it a bit with his arm fur before moving on to the next.
Another set of licking, another set of polishing, another mouthful of musky mush, but he kept moving, ignoring the burning, salty, crunchy heat as best he could…or at least, trying to, and savoring it in another way when he couldn’t.
He could hardly believe his own reaction to this, in a way. He had been stealing animals for weeks before he was caught, taking them and selling them off. The courts had caught him and told him that he had a choice. He could face prison, possibly death for the number of horses that he had stolen, or he could be put to use as a stable-bunny.
The thought of working in a stable until he paid back his debt hadn’t seemed so bad, so he’d taken that option. Then they’d brought out the chains.
[i]Mmmph…big…heavy chains…[/i]
He tugged them along with him, feeling the ones on his ankles pulling on his balls every time that he extended them too far, and the ones on his wrists doing the same. It was a constant reminder that he would stay on all fours or suffer the consequences for it. Every time he was reminded, he had to go still, then slowly retract his limbs so that he didn’t pull his balls or batter them with the iron ring around the base.
It made walking around horses and licking their hooves clean rather difficult, but there was a part of him that had started to enjoy the humiliation.
And the smell…
God, the smell, the musk, the sheer rank sweat odor that covered the bottom of the horse hooves and mule hooves that he’d been cleaning. Every time he smelled it, it was like the world faded away, taking him down to a deep level of pure instinct where all he wanted to do was lick and hump.
He was doing just that, he realized, as he licked clean the rear hooves of the big stallion. He blushed as he looked up, finding himself almost nose to balls with the big male’s equipment, and the temptation to do more than just lick the hooves hit him. He could…
No, no, it was better to wait. Besides, that wasn’t…quite…what he was supposed to be doing right then.
Fritz leaned down, his ears folded back a bit as he kept licking, submitting himself to his punishment.
[i]Licking hooves, tending to the horses, showing myself as a…a hoof-bunny to anyone that asks…[/i]
He groaned, licking away, trying to keep from thinking about it too much, but the constant teasing that he’d received those first few days came back to him. The bunny remembered having feet on the back of his head, driving him down into the dirty hooves so he couldn’t escape, the constant laughter, the pointing out of how hard he was…
God he was hard. He was so hard, dripping, in fact. The rabbit had to hold back from gripping his cock with one hand while nuzzling the underside of the stallion’s hoof, and only barely succeeded.
Finally having succeeded in cleaning the last of the hooves, he crawled forward, taking the stallion by the reins again and pulling him towards one of the open stalls. He swore that he felt the eyes of all the other equines in the stable staring at him, even the mounts looking down on him.
He had just finished getting the big guy settled – scattering some fresh hay by kicking it over – and had shut the door to it when he heard someone else at the stable entrance. The bunny turned his head to see who it was.
Standing there was the purple-cloaked member of the court that he had been expecting, and in his hand was a long rod of metal ending with a flattened-out design on the tip. There was only one use for that, and Fritz knew it well.
He was about to be branded.
The peacock at the door waved him over, and he crawled over as quickly as his chains would allow him. The clatter-rattle that they made spooked some of the mares in the building, but they were kept safe so they couldn’t run. The rabbit submitted himself with a bowed head as he came to a stop before the peacock, blushing worse than ever.
“Sir. I…I submit to your punishment.”
“You better. There’s no way out for you.”
“No.”
“Though judging by your cock, you don’t want a way out.”
“Mmmph.”
“Hmmph. Come here.”
The rabbit followed the peacock over to one of the torches that kept the stable warm during the cold winter days, squatting down as the bird held the metal to the fire and kept turning it, gradually heating the tip to a glowing warmth. As he did, he talked.
“You stole too many horses to ever be allowed to go free, but the court has other ideas. If you keep working this off, maybe one day you’ll make sufficient gold to pay back that debt. But until then…
“Until then, you will be a hoof-bunny. Nothing but a hoof-bunny, nothing even remotely close to a person. And you will bear the brand of a thief, just like the horses bore the brand of their owners. Even if you try to escape – not that I think you will, but you might – even if you try, you will be found and brought back to us. Put back to work. But this time, permanently.”
Fritz nodded in understanding. The first few days, he had considered trying to run away, but when the days stretched on and the scent of the hooves and horses started to dig into his brain, he slowly lost the will to do it. These days, it took everything to remember what he had once been, how, once, he had been a horse thief that was very, very good at his job, a wealthy rogue. Now…
Now he was a bunny that got hard at the smell of a dirty hoof, whose cock constantly oozed and dripped all over the place. He was nothing better than an animal, and one that needed to be marked.
Finally, the peacock pulled the brand down. He spun his finger, and Fritz turned his body, exposing his flank.
The brand came down and pressed through the fur, burning hair filling the air with its stink before it turned to burning flesh. The bunny screamed.
It didn’t last long. The searing heat burned through his skin, leaving a thick black mark that would eventually turn red. He looked back and down at himself, seeing the shape of a hoof over a pair of rabbit ears.
“The court ordered a custom brand for you. Just to show that you’re lower than horses.”
He blushed, nodding his understanding. The peacock packed up his goods and departed, leaving Fritz alone with the equines again.
It didn’t take long for the smell to start getting to him again, leaving him horny and grinding against his own belly. The bunny went deeper into the stables, following the smell blindly, using it as a distraction from the burning feeling against his hips. He kept huffing at it, sucking it down, feeling his arousal growing and growing…and not paying any attention to where he was going.
Not until he wandered into a stall and found himself muzzle to sheath with one of the donkeys.
He blushed as he realized what he’d done, his nose nuzzling against the little hole in the tip of the donkey’s cock. The beast brayed over him, shuffling forward, and Fritz lost his balance before he could stop himself. He slammed down onto his back, rolled over –
“Eeee-yaaaaw. Heee-haaaaaa!”
The donkey pushed forward, dick flopping out of its sheath and onto the bunny’s back. Fritz gasped at the heat and weight of the big thing, feeling it growing harder and harder against him as the donkey rocked back and forth, almost like it was using his fur to masturbate with. His cheeks burned hotter still as some of the inn employees stepped in, seeing him at the far end.
“Heh, look at that. The hoof-bunny’s finally giving the horses what they want.”
“Oh, he’s going to be limping later.”
“Betcha he’s going to be begging that mule for more, too.”
They laughed, making Fritz blush all the worse. He tried to wriggle forward, but his chains must have been caught on something, catching him and pulling him back.
As he strained to find what it was, the donkey kept grinding, rubbing, pressing forward. The bunny blushed as that thick cock finally got hard enough to actually rest like a proper cock against him, but his embarrassment reached its height when the donkey pulled back, the tip of its cock brushing against his asshole.
Now, a horse would have been far too big for a bunny like him, but this? This was possible. And it was slimy and wet and hot with pre, nudging against his ass, pushing his little tail up and trying to get inside of him. He felt the bumping of that thick cock against his hole, knew that it was all too close. Bump, thump, bump, thump went that shaft against his pucker, almost pushing inside –
“NNNGH!”
He bit his lips as he felt the donkey pushing forward a bit harder, trying to wriggle itself inside of him. His hole was bending, breaking, pushing in as the donkey kept grunting and pushing forward. The heavy hooves on either side of him dissuaded him from trying to knock the donkey off-balance; it would only fall on him and crush him.
No, he was just another thing to it. Another little service to his punishment. Another thing that he had to –
The donkey finally pushed forward, sinking the head of its cock into the rabbit’s hole. The bunny’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, his eyes going wide. He’d sucked them before, sucked horse cock down his throat, but he’d never felt anything – not donkey, not horse – push something so big inside of him before.
The other employees of the inn were laughing, pointing at him as they fell over in their guffaws at his misfortune. Fritz, on the other hand, couldn’t move as the donkey started rocking forward, working itself further and further into his ass, slowly filling him and stretching him and forcing him open. His eyes bugged out further and further as the donkey dick went deeper, making his own spurt shot after shot of pre over the stone floor.
It finally hilted with him, the donkey’s fat, stinky balls pressed against his ass, and Fritz finally let out a wheezing breath.
“Ooooooh goooooood…”
He was a breeding hole, he realized. Not just a hoof-licker, not just a humiliating example of the justice system, but a breeding hole to the things that wanted it. And even as the donkey started pulling back to hump properly, its hooves pressing against his shoulders and knocking him to the ground, he could hear the small thumps of other cocks dropping, knowing the other equines would want their turn.
And he…for all his embarrassment…couldn’t quite complain.
 
 
 
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]