Chapter IV: The Master Race



Jack strolled into the neat, clean facility, looking with interest at the whitewashed walls of the lobby. Soldiers in pristine uniforms saluted him crisply, red and black armbands marking them as members of the Equarian Special Guard, an offshoot of the FPA. 

He also saw proud Equarians walking around in crisp white uniforms, and noted that the few chairs at the side of the room were occupied by pureblooded Equarians who looked as if they came from elite lineages. So far, all of these things made for promising sights: he was eager to see the rest of the base and what it contained.

He strolled towards the desk, and the mare behind it immediately smiled at him, asking politely: "FSO Hollow? We've been expecting you, sir! I believe Administrator Herz wanted to walk you through the facility himself."

"Excellent." Jack paused as his eyes wandered up away from the mare, smiling at the symbol of Equaria emblazoned across the wall between a pair of flags bearing the symbol of the Ironhoof Council. "I see this place has great national pride."

"Of course, sir!" The mare beamed up at him even as she dialed in a call code. "We only employ Equarians here: pureblood Equarians of at least third-generation descent, at that. No foreign influence is allowed within this facility, including parasites, profiteers, or race traitors."

"I assume that means no halfbreeds or inferiors like sand-midgets or jungle cunts?" asked Jack idly, and he was pleased by the teasing smile of the mare.

"Please, sir. We much prefer to refer to those savages by the proper terminology here: degraded." she answered, and Jack licked his lips as he rested his forearms on the table, loving the sound of that word from her mouth. That word, which made even some of his fellow FPA officers twitch: there was a difference between being a savage and a degrade, after all.

"And what about you, pretty girl? What's your bloodline?" he couldn't help but ask, and the mare winked up at him as she shifted a little, her pretty blue eyes fluttering, brushing her long blonde hair back out of her eyes.

"Eighth generation." she said proudly. "I'm from the Alrac the Great bloodline. Not one of his harem girls, either, a direct decedent of his core family. We have very strong pureblood lineage... and only the best will do for a girl like me."

She licked her lips, and Jack rumbled before he asked idly: "What time are you getting off work,Miss..."

"Lightning At Hand." she said, very proudly, and Jack smiled at her classical-styled name. Let the degraded think they were 'silly,' those names were only for purebloods anyway... and she certainly seemed oh so very pure to him. "I get off at eight tonight. A little late..."

"Well, I'm sure I can find something to occupy myself around here until then." Jack remarked.

She giggled, smiling teasingly at him as she half-lidded her eyes, asking: "Are you sure you won't be too tired?"

The stallion gave an amused grin, answering easily: "Part of the reason they put me on this assignment is because of how tireless I am. I'll show you tonight, Miss Lightning."

She smiled wider up at him, blushing a bit, the way she shifted in her seat hinting at her excitement before Jack looked up as a rear door slid open and a tall, uniformed stallion strode through. The stallion saluted him, and Jack saluted back even as he noted the bit of gut he had, smelled the hint of cigar smoke that wafted around him, saw the gray hairs of age and stress that dotted his beard and mane.

Imperfect. But that was probably why he was an administrator here, rather than a participant.

"FSO Hollow. Welcome." Herz saluted him, and Jack saluted back before the graying horse turned, gesturing with a hand for him to follow. "I won't waste your time. I can imagine that you must be eager to tour our facilities and begin your assignment."

"No assessment necessary?" Jack joked, and the administrator gave a nervous smile over his shoulder as he led the huge, hulking horsebeast down the halls past the security doors.

"No sir. You have special recognition from the Ironhoof Council and the Herdmaster himself. We're extremely happy to have you on board here." answered Herz, and Jack nodded. That was what he liked to hear: he was confident he was by far the most superior specimen in this entire facility, after all, whether the rest of these puling mules liked it or not.

"Good." was all Jack responded, however. He knew squeaky wheels like Herz would whine and complain until they got their way if he didn't play at least a little bit of politics... but more importantly, he was in a good mood and was curious what they had in store for him. "I've heard a lot about your facility and I'm excited to take part in this project. It fills me with pride."

This puffed Herz up, who smiled more openly now as he guided Jack into an observation and room and gestured at the one-way glass a set of scientists were looking through. "And I think you'll be an excellent fit. Here are some of our specimens, you can see for yourself that we ensure every subject here undergoes rigorous testing."

Jack approached the window, scientist nervously making way for the giant of a stallion as he looked into the theater next door and nodded with a slight smile. Scientists attended to naked stallions on the other side: elite, pureblooded Equarians who were running a gamut of tests in various machines, scientists jotting down numbers from complicated instruments.

"I assume you ensure they have a sufficient amount of national pride, as well?" he asked, and Herz nodded. 

"Of course! That's done in our initial interviews, and we are helped along by the fact that our alpha Equarians mainly come from national protection positions such as yours, FSO Hollow." Herz explained. "The contracts we make with our subjects also stipulates that any foals are government property."

"Oh? Have any been sired by the program yet?" Jack questioned with interest, glancing towards Herz, who smiled.

"Not by this program specifically, which is much more advanced than previous attempts at encouraging prime inheritance, but of course the eugenics office was only recently reopened." Herz paused, then continued: "We are running a testbed program, however. Exceptional foals are currently being raised and trained using a variety of educational techniques in two facilities, one with limited access for biological parents, and another with zero access from parents. We're eager to see what the final results will reveal."

Jack nodded meditatively, studying the stallions on the other side, the sweat that gleamed on muscular, powerful bodies, the jouncing of heavy sheaths and virile balls. "I assume there are physical qualifications?"

"Absolutely. We analyze each specimen thoroughly: weight, height, muscle mass, virility, all of these things and more are taken into account and must surpass certain base measurements, and then we run them through this additional testing to ensure their conditioning matches their form. Blood tests and genealogy studies are done as well, of course: we want to avoid any possible contaminants in the program."

Jack nodded again, then he turned to Herz and smiled. "Well, I've seen enough. I'm eager to get started."

"Ah, but all you've seen is the stallions! Don't you want to check our mares as well?" Herz asked with a wink, and Jack couldn't help but let his smile stretch wider.

"You have a good point, Administrator. Very well, let's see the other side of your stock." Jack agreed, and Herz clapped his hands together before he turned, the huge stallion following the older Equarian as he glanced one last time through the theater glass, amused at the sight of these 'elite' Equarians.

Soon this facility would be learning what elite really meant.

Herz led him across the hall, and into another observation room: Jack approached the window, shouldering a scientist aside who wasn't smart enough to get out of his way and ignoring the horse's babbling apologies. His attention and interest was in the mares on the other side of the glass, who were undergoing much the same tests as their stallion counterparts.

He noted immediately, however, that these tests were harder: more weight was secured around the naturally-weaker bodies of the mares, the treadmills churned faster, and the results they were looking for were clearly better. Jack cocked his head, and Herz explained without the stallion having to ask: "Obviously, as the lesser sex but expected to carry the results of each coupling, we only want the absolute best mares. We have countless volunteers, of course: mares are naturally drawn to superior stallions, and bringing in the next generation for our country is a greater source of Equarian pride than they could attain in any other position.

"Mares are expected to be fifth generation or greater, full-blooded Equarian stock. They must outperform the stallions on every point of the test in order to be accepted, even if we compensate for being physically and mentally inferior to the males." continued Herz, and Jack nodded with a smile of agreement and amusement. "Thankfully we have an extremely large pool of volunteers, and plenty of advanced specimens ready to be handled."

"So I see." Jack noted, studying the mares: Equarian purebloods, with strong, powerful bodies, and their coats free of any blemishes or unwanted markings. Excellent stock, in other words. "How do you match stallions with mares?"

"The selection process  is based on scores and aptitudes. We want the most elite with the most elite, after all." answered the Administrator. "Multiple mares can be assigned to a single stallion, of course, as is a stallion's right to a harem: we only allow that for the most elite stallions, however, and they service them on staggered days."

"Interesting." Jack mused. "Do different stallions ever use the same mare?"

"Rarely, usually only when we have to test for virility, or if there are breeding issues." Herz shrugged, continuing: "But that's very rare. We handle ninety-nine percent of problems immediately. And obviously if we detect any hints of infertility we can't use even the most elite mares or stallions in this program. It just wouldn't be possible."

Jack looked curiously at Herz, taking his eyes off the splendid sight of sweaty mares for a moment. "Oh? No treatment?"

"We're not a treatment facility, of course. And even if in vitro was an option for a mare, why would we waste our time on it?" Herz shrugged. "If infertility is discovered in a stallion, we send him to Special Services to be gelded and placed on a security detail. If a mare is infertile, we reassign her to comfort duties. Infertility is a huge red flag here: imagine if we bred infertility into the next generation!"

Jack nodded thoughtfully. That made sense to him, as he turned his eyes back to the mares and asked: "Do you have a section for comforts here?"

"Of course." Herz smiled slightly. "But I think you might be too busy today to make use of them, sir."

"We'll see about that." Jack gave a lopsided grin to the Administrator, before he nodded again and said: "Take me to my assignment. I'm eager to see what mares you have assigned for me. They look promising."

"Glad to hear you think so, FSO Hollow! Please, right this way!"

Jack followed the stallion out of the room and down the sterile corridor: he noted the cameras, the security systems, the emotionless soldiers who saluted sharply as they passed. This place was more secure than most FPA bases, and better staffed than your average Outer Guard structure.

Herz led him to a locker room that was clean, neat, and polished, a small drone whirring quietly around the benches, keeping the floor in pristine condition. Herz gestured at the large locker that had already been marked with Jack's name and rank, the Administrator suggesting politely: "We set this aside for you to put your things in, if you so desire, FSO Hollow. We also had a laminar badge made for you... you should have free access to everywhere you desire with it."

Jack opened the locker, noting the shelves, armor holder, weapon rack, and of course the security badge on a nylon rope, the stallion asking curiously: "So you expect me to walk around naked?"

"I would never presume to be able to give you any orders, sir. But it would likely make your job easier, since you wouldn't have to gear off and gear up every time you moved between rooms." Herz replied diplomatically, and Jack rubbed at his chin before he grinned in amusement over his shoulder at Herz.

"Very well. As long as you don't mind me showing up all these other stallions." he chuckled, before he began to pull off his armor and uniform: to be frank, it was nice to have an excuse to take this heavy gear off.

And he did love to show off.

Herz watched him a little creepily, but Jack enjoyed the attention all the same as he slipped the lanyard around his neck and looked down at the security badge. Then he straightened, otherwise entirely naked, massive testicles throbbing slowly, huge sheath overfilled with monstrous cock, his hulking form flexing, somehow looking even larger out of the compression of the uniform and armor.

Herz actually had to shift back at the heaviness of his cloying musk, the stallion clearing his throat several times before Jack teased: "Should I put my clothes back on?"

"N-No, sir. Very impressive, sir!" Herz replied hurriedly, looking more awed than he had earlier, like he was only now starting to realize the true extent of the massive male before him. "Do you... any... if you're ready, sir, I'll be happy to show you to your first stop."

"Do you have a room set up for me already?" Jack asked, as he leisurely, carelessly scratched his own monstrous sheath, Herz flushing a bit as he looked down at that massive malehood before he cleared his throat and turned, quickly heading outside, and Jack followed at an idle amble. 

"Yes, of course! But first we'll be heading down to the Welcome Center... we'll want to take your weight and measurements, and the nurses will clean you up a bit. Standard protocol, of course."

Jack glanced over at Herz with a snort. "And I thought you said that I would be skipping assessment."

"You are, sir, no offense meant. But of course your line of work means that you're frequently in contact with parasites, and we want to ensure that uh..."

Herz smiled awkwardly, realizing he had almost misspoken, but Jack only grunted before he said: "Say no more. It's true, yes: I've handled plenty of filth in the last few days. I'll allow your nurses to do their diligence with appreciation for the effort... but I'm a lot of stallion to clean up."

Herz laughed, largely in relief, it sounded like. "Well, we have several on duty exactly for that reason, FSO Hollow! Please, please, right this way."

Jack loitered behind Herz as he hurried back into the labyrinth of corridors, but of course the hulking stallion's pace was still more than enough to keep up with the skittering of the facility Administrator. He led him to a security booth staffed by a medical officer, and Jack grinned down at the lithe Equarian as he stared back up at him before clearing his throat and quickly stepping out from the booth with a clipboard, asking nervously: "Jack Hollow? FSO No. 1309?"

"Correct, soldier." Jack answered, before he easily spread his arms, saying almost mockingly: "Go ahead now. Don't be shy."

The medical officer swallowed thickly behind his mask, then he placed his clipboard aside before producing a small wand from his belt. He ran this over the stallion's massive chest, nervously staying an inch or so away from his chiseled, heavy body, then drew it awkwardly down to scan around his sheath before he shifted behind him, running the wand across his short tail and buttocks. Jack chuckled, then offered his wrist when the stallion came back around front, asking pointedly: "Don't you need to check my ID?"

"N-No sir, we have genetic confirmation here, sir." The medical officer shook the wand awkwardly, then retreated to his booth and hit a button, a set of locked security doors beeping open before he saluted. "Please! Go right ahead!"

Jack sauntered towards the doors, which opened automatically for him, as Herz called nervously: "I'll wait here for you, sir!"

"Sure." Jack said, as the doors closed behind him before he grimaced as a spray of chemicals filled the detox chamber he had stepped into. A curtain of lasers passed over him as he walked towards the other end of the short hallway, before a gleaming laser lightshow filled the corridor, making his skin feel prickly.

The lights flickered, and then there was singular whoosh of hot air before a beep sounded and the doors on the other side of the chamber opened, allowing Jack to walk into the Welcome Center beyond. The room was large and spacious, designed to be as comfortable as possible with its whites and blues, its imitations of cozy furniture and seating areas that faced large screens behind glass, while remaining clinical and clean. The team of nurses and doctors were in special, full-body uniforms, and their faces were covered by protective... helmets, really, with full visors.

They stared at him before one of the stallions came forwards, clearing his throat as he asked: "FSO Jack Hollow?"

"Correct." Jack looked down at the stallion with an amused smile, before he noted: "Nice place you have here. Different than I expected."

"Yes, sir. Please uh. Feel free to take a seat anywhere you like, and we'll get started." the small stallion replied awkwardly, and Jack grunted, heading to a large couch in the middle of the room and sitting himself down in it, letting his legs spread so his massive testicles could hang, sheath flexing and horsecock-head poking loose from that massive wrinkled pouch as he relaxed.

The nurses in their clean gear hurriedly moved in, pushing a cart loaded with cleaning gear. Jack shifted a bit on the plasticky material of the couch, hearing it squeak and complain beneath his rump as he tilted his head with interest, as the doctor cleared his throat and explained: "We're going to give you a full body grooming, and special attention will be paid to your genitals. If you are uncomfortable at any time-"

"No. Go ahead, girls. Handle me all you want." Jack grinned, spreading his legs a little wider, letting his musk saturate the air, letting them take in the size, the majesty of his massive member and brobdingnagian balls, before he added idly: "It's probably going to take all of you, though."

He loved the way they reacted. The shivering through the bodysuits. The amazement, the awe. The way one of the nurses was quick to slip in close, licking her lips behind her visor, clearly heady with his musk even through her mask as she gripped into his sheath before clearing her throat and managing out: "First we'll... we'll expose you, then..."

Jack only smiled, letting his head loll back as he closed his eyes, feeling the mare dig her hand into his sheath, pushing through thick muck and filth and grime to get a grip on the flesh of his cock before she firmly pulled on it, slowly dragging that massive serpent free from its lair.

She grunted with the effort it took to shift his cock, flushing a bit even as Jack put his hands behind his head and relaxed: he felt another pair of hands join her, trembling fingers squeezing into his godshaft, pulling it slowly loose from the confines of his sheath. Meanwhile, two more nurses began to attend to his body, one of them starting to explain what she was doing, but Jack interrupted her with a sniff and a disdainful: "I don't need to hear it, babe. Just get things done, and then you can join your friends playing with my cock. I'm sure it's going to need plenty of cleaning, after all."

The nurse stuttered a half-affirmation, half-apology, and he smiled as he felt a faint spray of water against his hide. His head tilted further back as he sighed in relaxation when another nurse came to begin grooming his mane, working out the knots and gently massaging through his scalp.

Sponges moved over his chest, and hands kneaded, worked the great, massive anaconda of his stallionhood, cleaning slop and stains and ruin from that monstrous member, polishing its black-fleshed glory. Hands slid upwards, dug beneath the lip of his sheath with a squelch, slowly scooped out thick cocksnot and hardened smegma, fingers prying disgusting filth-matter free and dropping it with a sick sound like mud splattering into a plastic pail.

The stallion rumbled as he heard the squirt of oil, felt a sizzle and heat spread along his member before gloved hands began to work the chemicals against his skin. He rumbled, feeling his shaft twitch, grinning idly as he rolled his head slowly on his shoulders as fingers massaged gently over his scalp, and other hands worked slowly at his muscular, massive body, working the sweat and filth out of his hair, soaping and cleaning him, giving his coat an effervescent polish.

As two nurses worked and kneaded and struggled to clean his gargantuan godshaft, the other two moved down to his enormous testicles. They lifted and rolled them with difficulty so they could begin combing debris and ruin from the coarse hairs, scrubbing at first gingerly, then with increasing firmness into his titanic testicles, doing what they could to work out the dirt and filth.

It was delightful and erotic, feeling them massaging and squeezing and oiling his massive nuts, his stupendous shaft. He growled low in appreciation as his throat as his hulking form flexed and relaxed, and then he breathed out another sigh of pleasure as he opened one eye to look down at the trembling nurses, their gloves and sleeves caked with his musky filth, the massive stallion licking his lips before he spat on one of the mares to get her attention. "Get up here."

She trembled, but then did as asked, and Jack reached up and grabbed her helmet, tearing it off with ease. She gasped as her mane cascaded around her head, flushing deep red, turning her auburn coat crimson before a finger found her lips before she could speak, and the stallion clucked at her before he said comfortably: "My mouth needs to be cleaned too. I think you're just the one to do it."

His fingers twisted through her mane and jerked her forwards, and her eyes fluttered before closing with a whimper as he kissed her hungrily, his tongue twisting and tugging hers into his jaws, encouraging her to kiss deeper, harder back into him. She didn't even know what she was doing as their muzzles locked, as his almost delved over her face, nipping, then biting against her, leaving distinct teethmarks and drawing blood, but she barely twitched, shuddering deeply before their mouths parted, her head swimming, her eyes full of almost hypnotized desire.

Jack grinned at her, then opened his mouth, and the mare leaned forwards. Her gloved hands gripped his shoulders as she began to kiss his muzzle and face, heedless of the blood rolling down her own muzzle, from her swollen lips; her tongue explored across his teeth and pushed up under his lips, she licked into his cheeks, against his own thick tongue, pushing forwards and whimpering, gasping with painful need as her hips bucked and the crotch of her uniform visibly darkened with the orgasm that coated her thighs.

Drool dripped from her mouth, hung in thick ropes between their jaws as she whimpered and gasped as he tilted his head idly, giving her access to different parts of his mouth, letting her lick his teeth, cleaning them with her tongue, tasting his masculine superiority. And when his mouth closed and he grinned, she was a puppet to his dark desires, her tongue sliding into his nostrils, licking crusted snot and grime from his nose, whimpering as she suckled on one nostril, and then the other, her tongue swirling deep into either.

Next, he tilted his head forwards as the doctor made furious notes and the other nurses watched with fear and envy and disgust and awe; their compatriot moved to the stallion's ear, tongue digging deep, twisting around, coming back yellow and black with wax as she nearly gagged, but swallowed it down. She moved in, mouthed his ear as her tongue mined deep, and this time came back with a thick chunk of earwax, shivering as she chewed it slowly, visibly, like black toffee in her teeth.

But she did the other ear even more eagerly, mouthing hard, licking deep, suckling gently back to remove the crumbs and chunks of wax from it. Then, finally, she collapsed back on the couch, gurgling, shivering, her hips bucking as she orgasmed helplessly again as Jack yawned before he remarked: "I think you've just got one last thing to clean, girls."

The stallion stood, then turned around: he didn't have to order or ask for the nurses to move up, fighting over his perfect, heavy ass before one of them managed to tear her mask back enough that her muzzle stuck out, burying her mouth against his stinking tailhole. She tasted shit and filth and godhood, gurgling, nearly vomiting as her tongue moved through the coarse hairs and lapped up crumbs of waste and ruin, but then her hunger only increased as she swallowed them down, mouthing his asshole hungrily as the other nurses polished his rump and massaged his massive balls as his exposed, hanging cock pulsed with godless might.

Another nurse tore her headgear off and nuzzled in, kissing and nipping at the mouth of the first before she found his asshole, pushing her muzzle deep, slurping hungrily at the disgusting black abyss. The stallion growled in amusement as he crossed his arms, rolling his head back before he closed his eyes in pleasure as a hand snaked around to dig into his sheath, sliding through the thick cockslime that heavy pouch constantly produced and bringing a handful of sticky fuckwax back to slather across her hazmat-suited body and up her naked neck to her mouth, whimpering as she licked her palm hungrily, needfully.

Jack let them play for a while. Gave the whores more leniency than he usually would, as they dug greedily in his sheath, as they massaged his massive cock and licked at his humongous balls, his deep, thick-rimmed asshole. Finally, though, he tired of them, and of the helpless doctor drooling over him, and he kicked them aside before turning, his massive, half-erect shaft swinging like a baseball bat into the face of one of the mares hard enough to crunch in her cheek and send her down in a limp, unconscious pile, the stallion remarking: "We're done here."

"Y-Y-Y-Yes." stuttered the doctor, and Jack headed towards the exit with a sniff, letting himself out through a one-way door that led back into the main corridor so he could skip the annoyance of the decontamination chamber.

He found Administrator Herz waiting for him, the stallion giving him an almost fearful smile as he struggled to keep his eyes away from Jack's monstrous member, saying awkwardly: "You... put on quite a show!"

"Yes. And I'm quite ready to see to the breeding mares now." Jack answered calmly, and the stallion nodded hurriedly before almost stumbling down the hall in his rush to lead the superior horse, the Alpha male, to his destination.

They arrived at a door that opened in to a small, square room: it was sterile and cold, with a breeding rack and a single chair, likely for a security officer. Herz excused himself as Jack faced the one-way glass, feeling the eyes staring at him from the other side before he glanced over his shoulder at the sound of tapping hooves.

He rumbled at what he saw: a mare, tall and strong ,with a rare champagne coat and a flowing gold mane. Bright blue eyes and an exceptionally-strong body, bulging with chiseled muscle while still retaining ample feminine assets, like those gorgeous hips, those voluptuous breasts.

"I'm glad they paired me with a real stallion." she said, as her eyes fearlessly roved along his huge, powerful frame, before she licked her lips slowly at the sight of his mammoth member, hands idly reaching up to cup her perky breasts. "But do you know how to use all that meat, soldier?"

"More like 'my lord' to you, whore." Jack grinned as he stepped forwards, and the mare half-lidded her eyes in amusement before the stallion asked easily: "So is that big mouth of yours as good at sucking cock as it is at bravado?"

"With all due respect? Fuck you." The mare flipped him off with one hand before she strutted closer, and Jack rumbled in pleasure before he reached up and clasped her forearm, forcibly turning the limb so he could eye the symbol of Equaria with pleasure... almost as much pleasure as he noted the Vekklmar head, the sigil of equine supremacy over all the rest of the world. "Did I say you could touch me?"

"I don't need permission, bitch." Jack twisted her arm harder, and the mare grunted in surprise and pain before she slammed her free fist into his abs, and then her eyes widened: it was like hitting metal. The stallion grinned at her resistance, leaning down and breathing over her face, and he loved the way her knees went weak, how they knocked together almost comically as her whole body flared with helpless lust for him: as the mare fell into the place mares were supposed to be, submissive to the stallion, the slave-sex subservient to the ruling-sex. "Want to try again?"

He reached his free hand down, grabbing her cunt before he jammed his fingers roughly, rudely into her clasping lips, and she groaned and flushed as she bucked her hips against him, gasping as she orgasmed. Her body shivered as she almost fell against him, but he twisted her arm again, sending pain ripping through her as he nearly dislocated her limb and forced her to stand straight, one eye twitching, the other staring at him with disbelief, with fear, with absolute fucking need. "Now. Put your mouth to use like ti was meant for, and get on your knees, and suck my fucking cock."

He nearly flung her down like the toy she was, the mare hitting the ground on all fours with a gasp before she trembled as she stared up at him. She stared at his face, and at his mammoth battering ram, that huge rod of flesh pulsing as she reached her hands up helplessly to grip into that gargantuan godshaft jutting from his hulking form, and the stallion rested his hands on his hips as he said calmly: "I don't have all day, fucktoy."

What else could she do? She buried her face into it, slurped along that massive shaft, and the stallion growled in pleasure as he bowed his head back in entertainment, his monstrous cock hardening, flexing beneath her hard grip, her hungry nuzzling and kissing at his tremendous girth.

She shifted her mouth to his gargantuan cockhead, and then choked when the stallion carelessly rammed his hips forwards, grinning as that half-erect beast slammed into the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she choked loudly, tears overspilling her cheeks as her jaw strained open around the mammoth member, but the horsebeast only rumbled as he thrust harder into her jaws, grinning down at her, eyes blazing with dominance and hunger.

He pounded deeper down her throat, making it visibly bulge as his shaft flexed in her jaws, his hands squeezing into his own hips as she grasped uselessly at his monstrous shaft and the thick muscle of his leg, before Jack snarled and looked sharply up as a voice warned over the speaker: "Please attend to your assignment, FSO Hollow, and breed the specimen properly or-"

The stallion stepped forwards, ramming more of his cock down the mare's throat and driving her backwards on her knees, dragging her over the floor to the chair. He seized this, then half-turned, the mare holding on to his waist for dear life as her eyes bulged and her head was nearly wrenched off her shoulders by the swing of his cock to the side, while the chair shot like a rocket into the glass and shattered into metallic shrapnel as the one-way mirror all-but-exploded, leaving only brittle, blackened bulletproof glass shielding behind.

"Keep your 'warnings' to yourselves! I am the Alphahorse and I am doing this favor for the Herdmaster and the Ironhoof Council, not for you insolent dregs of Equarian society who can't do anything but masturbate at the sight of your superiors!" shouted the stallion, before he added, as he carelessly kicked the mare off his cock, sending her sprawling, choking and gagging as she clutched at her throat: "And send in more meat! One mare isn't nearly enough to keep me entertained!"

"Yes sir, right away sir!" Another voice babbled, adding hurriedly: "We apologize and-"

Jack only snorted in contempt, turning his attention back to the mare and seizing her by the mane. She rasped a scream as he hefted her into the air, then slammed her back into the wall at eye-level, growling: "Well, they want me to breed you, do they? Fine. Let's get this over with quickly."

Two mares were rudely all-but-shoved into the room with the stallion, and their eyes widened in shock at the sight of the screaming fuckmeat being bulged and ruined around the massive shaft of the stallion as he rammed in and out of her devastated, prolapsed, utterly ruined cunt. With every yank back he almost jerked her inside out, and every slam forth punched his monstrous cock deep into her body, bulging a belly that had already lost all definition, her abs shattered and ruined from within, her stomach swollen with his dark essence.

The mares trembled at the sight of him as he pistoned ruthlessly into the mare, who shook and gurgled, foaming at the jaws, eyes rolling in her head, muscular body flexing and jouncing with every ram of his cock as her back smacked wetly into the wall with every pound of his hips forwards. 

He rammed deep into the fuckmeat pinned to the wall, his hands pushing hard enough to dent the sterile metal before his eyes flicked sharply to the two new mares. They both trembled at the sight of him, but their traitor bodies showed their lust, their arousal, at being before a true Alpha stallion, a living god among helpless mortals.

"Get over here." he snarled. And with the door locked behind them, there was no running away: not that either of them would have had the courage nor been stupid enough to try and escape, anyway. There was no running from this absolute Alpha, this tyrant of stallions.

He yanked himself loose from the ruined fuckmeat and tossed her carelessly down, his dark essence trickling slowly out of her, that unnatural, gooey fluid leaving her jammed up. Only his pre, and yet so hypervirile, and so much had already poured into her, that she was doubtlessly pregnant.

He grabbed one of the whores and nearly flung her onto the breeding rack before he hefted the second and sat her astride his monstrous cock. She clung to his neck, whimpering, orgasming helplessly as her hips bucked against his slimy, massive member, before she screamed in unison with the other mare when she felt that massiveness flex beneath her, grinding roughly forwards between the legs of the whore sprawled on the rack.

She grasped at it, and gasped when a thick glut of his dark essence spurted over her face, shocking her with how sticky, how musky, how heavy it was: her body bucked helplessly, her sex blossoming for him, her legs spreading before she felt him yank backwards, and then she shrieked when that huge, flared horsecock-head rammed  between her legs and then unceremoniously battered its way into her, ripping her wide in a spurt of blood before her entire body bulged with the massive cock that punched deep into her womb, that nearly tore her in half with that first thrust alone.

The other slut, astride his cock, could only scream, her hips bucking, her jaws gaping open as her eyes rolled back in her head. She bucked helplessly, crying out for him, reveling in his ultimate power, his supreme maleness, as he thrust viciously between her legs, wrapping an arm around her to grope her breasts and crush her like a toy against his massive, powerful chest as he rammed through her thighs, grinning as he growled: "Now if only there were a dozen more of you fuckmares, I might actually be able to let off some steam!"

He laughed as he leaned forwards, thrusting harder, faster, bulging, ruining the body of the slut on the rack, who clutched helplessly at anything she could find to hold onto, screaming, gurgling as her hips bucked, hooves kicking at the wide stirrups, body bouncing with every punch of his massive length ramming through her. 

He paid no attention to anything but his own pleasure: the orgasms they experienced were merely an amusing side-effect for him, of his dominance, his power over them, his sheer size and strength. He barely acknowledged his first victim as she crawled up behind him and buried her face in his balls, letting his massive testicles smack cruelly into her muzzle with every yank back even as she drooled at the abuse from both her maw and between her legs, only finally demonstrating that he knew she was there when he reached down and seized the back of her head to yank her roughly up onto his ass, forcing her to mouth and kiss his asshole as he shoved the mare astride his cock down into the bulging, squirming, gasping body below her.

He yanked suddenly back, nearly tearing her organs out of the body of the mare he'd been fucking relentlessly, then instead aimed his massive cockhead at the whore in front of him, slamming forwards, ripping through her cunt in one fell, rough shove and plowing her down into the victim laying on the rack.

Jack thrust violently, viciously, grabbing the back of her neck with both of his hands and pinning her as he spread his legs wider. He thrust faster and harder, growling as his form thrummed with immense strength, his eyes blazing with fury and frustration as he leaned his immense weight and godlike strength into each and every powerful slam of his hips, burying that massive member again and again almost to the hilt into the bulging, helpless body of the fuckmeat beneath him, slamming her down hard enough in her companion to make her gurgle and struggle to breathe as she was crushed beneath the power of the stallion and the weight of the mare atop her body.

The stallion picked up his pace rapidly, snorting steam as his immensity flexed inside of the fuckmeat, a great glut of pre exploding from the tip of his shaft like a shotgun blast and immediately ruining her insides, flooding her womb and making her belly bulge as if she was already pregnant. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gurgled helplessly before the stallion yanked himself back, ripping himself loose again with another thick blast of pre that washed back over his own cock and splattered across the bodies of the fucktoys beneath him, before he thrust back into the gaping cunt of the whore on bottom, snarling, drooling like an animal as he furiously pounded into her again.

He swapped ruthlessly back and forth between the mares, his spurts of pre enough to bloat them both as the third, his first victim, licked at his heels, whimpering and helpless. He left both of them gaping and ruined on the breeding rack, bloated beyond what any other stallion could do with a dozen loads, fat and pregnant from those cannonades of pre alone.

The horsebeast yanked suddenly back, seizing both of his used whores by the mane and flinging them to the ground. They landed in a crumpled heap on top of each other as he turned and kicked the third mare in the face, cracking her jaw and knocking her flopping backwards before he ducked down, grinning as he yanked her by the mane and tossed her into the squirming pile of fuckmeat that was the other two, his free hand racing up and down his stiffening cock as he snarled: "You bitches want me so bad? Then let me give you a taste of a real Alpha male!"

He spread his legs, his testicles throbbing his muscles flexing and bulging as the mares whimpered and did their best to sit up and push each other side, falling in a line, begging, gasping, stretching towards him as they begged with licking tongues, with gaping mouths. His hand rushed up and down his stiff shaft, the stallion growling before he arched his back and roared in pleasure as his testicles clenched, his veinous shaft bulging in his hand before it unleashed the first, great thick glut of his hot load, a thick blast of dark cum splashing across the bodies of the three in a heavy typhoon.

His roars shook the room as he came again, and again, and again, thrusting his pillar of penis into his stroking hand, snarling in bliss as sweat gleamed across his hulking musculature, as his gargantuan godcock fired blast after blast of hot, thick load over the trio of fuckmeat mares, bathing the broodsluts completely beneath his heavy, dark essence.

It was minutes before he slowed, leaving them quaking, slathered and drowned beneath his black cum. They trembled in the thick lake of seed he had flooded the entire room with, the stallion snorting as he flexed powerfully before he turned and headed to the door, hammering twice on it before calling contemptibly over his shoulder: "There's your pregnant mares, and plenty of samples for later."

The door opened, and Administrator Herz swallowed thickly at the sight of the stallion, looking at him with fear, with awe, with jealousy and admiration... and his voice shaking with terror that he had displeased the immense stallion as he said: "I am so terribly sorry about the interruption, uh, FSO Hollow, sir, they were not aware-"

"They should have been." Jack snorted, then he said contemptibly: "Tell you what. Have the insolent softhoof who dared to tell me my job locked in holding for me later. As a matter of fact, see to it that the FPA picks up his family too. I want to teach him personally why he shouldn't disrespect his betters."

"Yes, sir. Immediately, sir." Smart horse. Herz clearly knew better than to argue with the superior Equarian, and Jack smiled.

"Good. I'm sure the Ironhoof Council will be exceptionally pleased with my report, as an aside. I see no reason why I should mention any of the blips here, after all. You've done very well with this facility." Jack said, and Herz looked both relieved and proud.

"Thank you, FSO Hollow, it is a delight to hear you say that! Now, perhaps you would like to follow me for some refreshment, and then we can continue to tour the facility at your leisure."

That sounded fine to Jack. But on the way, he stopped at a sign that indicated 'COMFORTS' down another hall, and Herz paused and glanced back at the stallion, smiling awkwardly at him: his cock was still half-erect, that humongous, jutting monster still dripping with the blood and fluids of his previous victims and hanging strings of his own dark seed.

"I think I could go for something to let off a little steam. I'm sure I can find my way around the facility. I'll call you if I need you." Jack said, and then he strolled down the corridor, Herz wincing but not following as the hulking horsebeast walked away.

He found his way to a set of security doors, but the guards only saluted him sharply, and his security badge was high enough clearance to let him stroll through the automated doors without a problem. He smiled in amusement as he found himself in what seemed more like a prison area, looking around with interest before he approached a sliding door that opened at his approach, noting the sign on the wall beside it: 'DEVIANT HOLDING.'

He chuckled as he stepped inside and the soldiers that were currently jeering at several prisoners locked in painful-looking racks separated only by paper-thin walls immediately froze up at the sight of the Alpha horse. But the stallion only waved at them as his eyes drew over the stalls, asking curiously: "What do we have here?"

He could see, of course: a beaten Yktoli parasite, the canine whimpering, bloody and ugly; an impure mare, snarling, teary-eyed, white lace garters and a torn veil on her head, a few other vestments of her wedding gear clinging to her frame; a crying, ugly mare who had cut her breasts off, her thighs helplessly trying to close, but the stirrups her legs were trapped in keeping them wide and open, a bit of piss dribbling down her buttock and spilling off the bench and into a drain in the floor below.

"Deviants, sir." answered a soldier with a salute.

"So you stallions have been put on duty here to watch over the bad meat? Or is this where some of you come to play with these lucky girls in your spare time?" asked Jack.

"Both, sir." answered the soldier, a little nervous, but also a little more at ease before he braved: "We consider it a... a charitable service!"

Jack smiled at this, and the other soldiers chuckled in relief before the stallion strode idly towards the pretty mare in her wedding garments, mocking: "And what is this blushing bride doing here? She looks like Equarian stock."

"Race traitor, sir!" answered the soldier quickly.

"And a fucking dyke!" added another, and Jack cocked his head with interest as the mare snarled, even as she trembled in fear at the sight of the monstrous male looming over her.

"A lesbian? In a wedding dress? Who in Equaria would possibly marry one mare to another, though... unless she was marrying some poor stallion to try and convince the proper authorities she had renounced her incorrect ways..." noted Jack.

"F-Fuck you!" hissed the mare, and Jack grinned and leaned down towards her face as she glared defiantly up at him. "M-My love... who I love is none of your business!"

"Equaria is a just and moral society, premised in breeding superiority. Mares, like you, are supposed to help improve that society... not degrade it by taking good breed stock away with your filthy degeneracy." Jack answered, before his grin widened when the mare leaned forwards and spat in his face. "Well, boys. Looks like this mare needs to be taught what her role is."

"Get away from me! Get... get away from me!" The mare's voice rose in a fever pitch to a scream as Jack fearlessly stepped forwards, before her eyes widened in horror as she felt his massive member grind against her stomach, felt him thrust up her belly, push that huge, thick, filthy cock between her breasts, leaving a trail of cockslime as she moaned in horror and shook her head wildly. Her hips bucked even as fear filled her eyes, and she knew the helplessness, the emptiness of her threat even as she screamed: "I'll fucking kill every last one of you, gut you like the pigs you are-"

Jack seized her by the throat, choking her as he thrust against her again, growling as her body heaved in the rape rack, but was unable to move, unable to wriggle free. He thrust against her as the soldiers clustered in, watching in awe and envy and thrilling in the power of the Alpha horse they all wished they could be, they all basked in the ultimate superiority of, as the stallion thrust carelessly against the mare and mocked: "I feel how hot you are, cunt. Scream and beg and shriek all you want, bitch, but your body clearly knows its place. Lesbianism is a sickness, a disease. Your mind is sick. But don't worry. My cock is the cure for your disease."

He growled as he thrust against her, then dragged his massive member back as it pulsed powerfully, bulging, growing: that pillar of penis throbbed and grew larger with every idle thrust against her as she choked beneath his grip, her head shaking helplessly, wildly, tears of terror flooding down her cheeks before she felt the huge, hulking horsebeast drag his equine cock downwards to push the fat head of his member to her vagina, letting that flared tip grind against her gates before she squealed in pain and fear, in mortal agony, when he thrust forwards and sank his massive member into her.

Her hips bucked and her body spasmed as it bulged with the calamity of his cock, the stallion snorting, then grinning as he pumped into the helpless mare-meat, growling: "Fucking slut. Are you sure this bitch is a lesbian? Because her body is begging for my cock already..."

"N-No... you... you fuck! Get out of me, I... I'm a virgin, I was a virgin you piece of shit!" The mare's rasping hitched into a sob as her body clenched, as her form shook, as she tried helplessly to yank herself away from the mammoth member penetrating deep into her form.

"A virgin!" teased Jack, as he grinned cruelly down at her, his eyes glinting with malicious glee as his godcock flexed within the confines of the mare, snorting steam as he thrust hard, making her body jounce in agony at the feeling of that huge shaft slamming deep into her. "When you feel loose around even my cock, I find that hard to believe!"

The soldiers laughed loudly, grinning, eyes blazing, milling in excitement around the stallion as they breathed hard, their cocks hardening in their pants, their bodies quivering in delight as the mare screamed, and Jack leisurely thrust again, growling as her cunt clenched and molded around his member, a delightful vise of flesh that gripped helplessly into his battering ram of a dick as he leaned over her, making the rape rack jounce with the power of his lazy thrusts.

His shaft hardened, flexing, bulging inside of her, making her form swell already as the first burst of his pre filled her body. The hulking horsebeast rumbled as he thrust harder and faster, his hands shifting to maul her breasts, squeezing them, grinding them into the cock-shaped bulge of her fucksleeve body as he growled: "You feel good for a slut though... you want it, huh, bitch? Lucky for you that you were picked up before you could get married today... imagine living your life without the privilege of experience an Alpha stallion's cock, without being cured of your disease."

The mare only screamed in response, but that was just the way the stallion liked it, grinning wider as he thrust harder, his body flexing, his eyes blazing with hunger as he pumped ruthlessly, relentlessly into her. His eyes blazed as he began to pound harder, faster, his muscular body flexing, back bulging with power: he felt some awed soldier sneak a touch, leaning in close to feel the ripple of his mighty back, and the attention amused him almost as much as the fucktoy's shrieks did.

Suddenly, he slowed, licking his lips before he grinned as he reached up with both hands, seizing the mare's wrists and popping the shackles loose like they were toys. Then he tore her legs loose from the stirrups, the soldiers watching with awe as he gyrated his cock, bloating her body and nearly tearing her in half as she gurgled foam and her eyes bulged with agony, before she gasped out when the hulking horsebeast easily dragged her off his cock like she was nothing but a living fleshlight, tossing her over his shoulder, her bloated belly dribbling his black pre before he calmly turned around and sat down on the end of the rack. 

Then he spun her around, sitting her on top of his cock, the mare unable to even keep her back straight, lolling, whimpering, clutching at nothing but air before she shrieked when he hauled downwards: with a sickening crack, bones broke and legs dislocated as her hips bucked helplessly as his cock rammed viciously upwards into her ass.

The mare gargled, her organs tearing and ripping inside of her as her form shook with agony, and the stallion growled in pleasure as he gripped her by the back of the head with one hand while he bounced her idly in  his lap with easy thrusts of his hips, letting the weight of her body and the inadvertent cruelty of gravity drive her down his immense impaler, bit-by-bit. 

He snorted steam, rumbling low in his throat in pleasure as his legs spread wider, his enormous testicles throbbing heavily, sweat gleaming across his body as her form bulged and shook with pain. The soldiers stared at the show, breathing hard, trembling at the superior stallion: several had already taken their cocks out and were masturbating rapidly, and one of the closest was drooling, eyeing her gaping vagina, his hands almost reaching for it-

"Go ahead." Jack invited, and he grinned when the soldier looked up at him with a shocked blush. "I'm happy to share this bitch with all of you. And I'm not going to report any of you for deviancy."

The soldiers traded looks, before the one in front suddenly almost dove forwards, burying his face into the hyperstretched cunt of the violated mare. His muzzle drove into her gaping sex with such force that it splattered dark, ultravirile load all across his muzzle, thick black, gluey Alpha-essence dripping down his face as he panted hard, licking it almost greedily up, drinking the mix of blood and piss and rape-orgasm and stallion-essence from the broken chalice of her sex.

Jack merely continued to idly, almost carelessly bounce the cunt on his cock, grinning as her ass flexed and jiggled with every cruel thrust, her legs spasming helplessly to either side of the stallion's own spread-open legs. He watched with amusement as the soldier brought his head back with a gasp, as if surfacing from the ocean, his body quivering, groaning in bliss before he almost slammed his head into the body of the fucktoy, grinding against her furiously as one hand worked rapidly at his pants until he managed to yank his cock free from their confines, which pulsed with a painful stiffness, bulging with a supernatural excitement driven by the superior male essence he had drunk down.

He slammed his cock home into the gaping cunt of the fucktoy, and even as large as he was, it was like pounding a hot dog into a cave mouth, the stallion laughing almost in disbelief as he blurted: "Holy shit! She's so fucking loose that it's like trying to fuck a lake!"

"Fuck this, I want a piece of that cunt too!" Another stallion shoved forwards, penis already pulsing with excitement as he joined his friend and then sank his cock into the mare's ruined cunt. Cock ground against cock, hardness pressing together inside her firmer than her devastated walls could grip around the pair of throbbing thicknesses. 

The stallions grunted as they both thrust side-by-side into the mare as her head lolled back and she moaned in pain and fear, her form shaking violently as the Alpha horse she was impaled on the gargantuan godshaft of continued to bounce her with a growl of pleasure, enjoying the show the other soldiers were putting on.

The horsebeast laid back in the rack, the metal groaning under his weight as he forcibly dragged the fuckmeat backwards, pinning her against his own chest as she screamed in agony at the feeling of his massive member shifting inside of her ruined, reamed ass, her body flexing as it jounced from the thrusts of the single Alphabeast more than the dual pounding of the stallions slamming in rhythm into her violated vagina. 

And other soldiers hurried forwards, erections bare, thrusting against the fucktoy, grinding their cocks against any part of her body they could, slapping their shafts against her mouth and forcing the senseless, broken rapemeat to throat their members as they ruthlessly, roughly traded back and forth. And Jack was king of it all, growling in amusement at how feeble the rest of these stallions were compared to him, but how easily they were egged on, thrusting and grinding into her and against her from every angle they could find and force themselves into.

Their orgasms were powerful, the best they ever experienced, and yet pathetic and paltry, not even matching a single glob of the Alpha stallion's pre: their spurts of ivory white across her body not even able to stain or mark her as fucktoy as clearly as Jack's mere sweat and musk had already done, and the cum that filled her jaws and dribbled out her nose, that splattered into her cunt ended up lost in the darkness of the thick black pre that had already bloated her to ruin, that had filled her form almost the point of bursting as she gurgled and vomited dark ichor and god-essence out of her jaws as shotgun blasts of pre erupted up through her body and out of her gurgling jaws.

The soldiers were done all too quickly. But Jack took his time with the fucktoy, letting his cock swell and flex inside of her, sometimes making short, rough thrusts, sometimes making long, vicious strides of his cock in and out of her, slamming her up and down, rolling his hips to painfully twist her back and forth on his cock. The mare was only able to gasp and wheeze, her organs pulped and crushed, her innards obliterated, her body a bloated, disgorged ruin as blood and his black pre leaked from every orifice and wound.

Finally, he began to thrust in earnest. He sat up, moving her up and down his shaft, pumping her like a fleshlight along his titanic tower of dark flesh. He bared his teeth, back arching, hips flexing, form thrumming with power as his cock hardened, fattened inside of her further and further, as his body thrummed with excitement before he finally felt his pleasure peak, and his orgasm rise in excited earnest.

He pistoned into her, body flexing, muscles bulging, hands crushing into her before he arched his back as he bared his teeth in bliss, and the mare gurgled before her eyes bulged as the first great geyser of his dark load exploded into her: the first she felt, and the very last as well, as her body swelled past the point it could withstand as she gave a broken squeal and her belly all-but-exploded in a tremendous typhoon of obsidian essence.

The stallion snarled as he thrust through the ruins of her body as the floor, the walls, the stunned soldiers were sprayed with viscera and Alpha load, Jack arching his back as he pounded through the limp, broken fucksleeve of the mare until he felt her body literally tear into pieces around his cock, one hand crushing down on her throat and holding the dangling upper torso that was all that was left of the mare by one hand. He grinned as he lifted this above his head, looking up at the dead glazed eyes, the dislocated, limp arms, the mouth that drooled cum and blood as a ruined hunk of a breast sloughed off and splattered down into the mess of organ matter and gunk in his lap as his other hand gripped into his gargantuan godcock, stroking himself violently as he milked out his orgasm for several long, delicious minutes, snarling like a beast as spray after spray of ultimate load splattered through the room in thick arcs that the soldiers could only tremble at in awe.

Finally, he slowed, then he rumbled as he rose from the rape rack and tossed the mare's broken remains to the ground. A huge hoof carelessly stomped on her skull, crunching it to a smear as he straightened and stretched, then he glanced over the saturated soldiers, all of whom trembled and stared up at him before the closest flushed as he leaned in and licked up the stallion's cock submissively.

Jack gave a lopsided grin as he almost idly rested a hand on the soldier's head. Of course they couldn't help but be faggots for him. The mightiest of stallions, the purest of Equarians, were nothing but helpless meat compared to his majesty and glory.

"Come clean up my cock, boys. Then we'll see how long it takes me to pop the next slut in line." the stallion said, and even as one or two of the soldiers hesitated, the rest came eagerly forwards, to taste their master, to worship their God, and to be shown how a real stallion handled his prey.

And Jack grinned, as the stallions nuzzled into his godcock, as they worshiped and gripped into him, these proud males turned into nothing but toys he would use and then discard once they lost his attention. They were the same as all the rest of the world to him.

Toys, and prey, and victims, for him, and him alone.