Chapter III: Jack's Day Off



He never learned the name of the pretty girl, former leader of the Young Equarians. Former, because now she was no longer a student at that school, but rather had joined his collection of toys here in his home.

He lounged, naked, as the new toy he'd already gotten bored with bounced herself furiously in his lap, gurgling, dislocated hips somehow still making her move as much as she could bear up and down that gargantuan pole of erection, her body shaking with pain and agony, bloated and distorted by the humongous godcock stiffly standing through her form. One hand gripped her mane, which was smeared with gunk and filth, as the other rested on the arm of the chair, another trembling, bleeding, one-eyed whore suckling at his fingers.

Other sluts - young girls and experienced whores and a few matured mares - were gathered before him, worshiping him as if he was a king in a throne rather than a stallion surrounded by squalor. But he was deaf to their pleading, their whimpering, the screaming of the fucksleeve riding his cock as he carelessly stared past her at the television, more interested in the old action flick than he was in the dozen or so girls struggling to please him.

But to him, they were all nothing but worthless pieces of meat: fucktoys that he used as he pleased, slaves to his desires that struggled, whimpering and begging and drooling, to try and sate his endless hungers and desires.

All they did was bore him, though, even as that pretty young Equarian on his cock screamed for him, bloated, broken, drooling as she rode the mighty stallion's oversized tower of godflesh as best she could, ruining herself on that four feet of monstrous member as she drooled and gurgled, blood spilling from her rammed and ravaged cunt, foaming at the jaws as she coughed crimson-tinged pre from the devastation of her torn internal organs.

Her body shook and shuddered as she flexed and ground into him, while he growled in almost irritation. The other girls licked his hooves, worshiped his massive balls, grinding, nuzzling, mouthing them hungrily, trembling and whimpering as they stroked and kneaded over those huge, filthy, unwashed orbs, choking themselves on the reeking musk that emanated from those hypervirile boulders.

He carelessly bucked his hips, like he was idly thrusting into a fleshlight. His thick tongue licked his muzzle, ignoring the fuckmeat that kissed at his neck, that nuzzled into him, that stroked across his massive, broad chest, as power pectorals flexed, as his godlike form thrummed with his aura of aggressive dominance.

Jack growled low in his throat as the pleasure finally began to build in his loins: whores gathered, licking, kissing at the base of his cock, fucktoys he had acquired by fair means and foul, because of his unrivaled alphahood, because of his cruelty, because of his willingness to rape, torture, and kill for nothing but a moment of amusement, and they all knew it. Some drooled as they licked up the blood at the base of his cock, as they almost clung to him, feverish, addicted to his power; others cried, tears streaming down their cheeks, bodies shivering and shaking as they nuzzled into his balls, shaking with shame and sick addiction and terror.

He let his head tilt back as he closed his eyes, then he carelessly gripped into the body of the Equarian slut riding his cock, squeezing his fingers through her young, ripe flesh and stroking himself hard, as if she was nothing more than a condom over his humongous shaft. He snorted in pleasure, stretching an arm back and not paying attention in the slightest to the nose that immediately buried into his armpit, nuzzling and mouthing at the sweaty hair there, the shivering slut choking herself on his stink and yet orgasming helplessly at the taste of that alpha essence.

His hips began to rock harder, faster, growling in almost what sounded like frustration as he urged on his orgasm. His teeth bared and his back flexed against the sweat-stained cushions of the chair as his ass flexed, snarling, growling as he pumped himself through the ruined fucksleeve of the gargling Equarian whore, not paying any attention to what was going on around him as his cock flexed powerfully, that humongous pillar of godsteel bulging inside the broken body of the thin, tight vise of meat wrapped around his pillar of penis.

Thirty rough, violent seconds of careless masturbation passed, as his shaft flexed, bulged, stiffened inside the fucktoy before he finally roared as he thrust his hips, balls slamming against the braced fucktoys beneath him hard enough to knock their heads back and stun them, to repel their helplessly-grasping hands as his huge cock rammed again, again, again deep into the body of the slut, his fingers squeezing, tearing through her thin skin as his orgasm tore through him... and literally, through her, as her head snapped back, vomiting a massive geyser of dark cum to the sky, suspended on that hyperphallic impaler. 

She hung limply, her body jerked up and down that massive monster of meat as he bucked his hips, her form bulging, her neck nearly breaking with the volume of black essence that exploded through her. Again, again, again, as he rammed through the gaping hole that her cunt and her ass had become, as his cock tore through her organs, punched past her beating heart and struggling lungs, and yet somehow she was still alive, painfully, horrifically alive and able to feel every last moment of his tumultuous orgasm, as his black cum hailed through the filthy room, splattering both fucktoys and across Jack's own massive body.

Finally, he slowed, and he stripped the Equarian fucktoy off his cock as carelessly as he'd pull off a broken condom, tossing her back in his chair with a grin. He stood up, nearly crushing a slut under a hoof, ignoring - or perhaps even enjoying - the squeal of pain from her as his jutting tower of a cock swung through the room, smacking over several other fucktoys and knocking them flat as others crowded in, whimpering, trying to get a lick of the disgusting spurts of pre still spurting from his colossal cock.

The Equarian girl shuddered brokenly, leaking sludgy dark matter from her mouth, her nostrils, that ripped, prolapsed gape of hole in her body, even her eyes, which were rolling helplessly in her head, showing she was still alive and painfully aware. But his dark essence, shifting, bristling with thick, disgusting sperm, was strangely thickening, gluing her wounds shut, as if his cum was what was keeping her alive.

And from the way the fucktoys struggled and shoved at each other to taste that dark essence spilling from his shaft, it was clear that if nothing else, his ultravirile, eerie black load was bizarrely addictive, the fucktoys trying to crawl after him even as he walked through the trashed living room, leaving them to fight over the dripping dregs of dark cum he had left splattered across the ceiling, walls, and floor.

He sauntered into the kitchen, kicking carelessly at a fuckslut that tried to follow him over the threshold: as messy as his apartment was, he liked to at least keep his sluts in order. The monstrosity rumbled in amusement as he idly stroked along his slimy cock, ignoring the girl calmly working at the counter and instead turning his eyes to the 'pets' he kept chained in the corner.

The stink here was awful, from both the filth-covered food bowls and the cardboard around them that was covered in shit and vomit. Three Yktoli girls were chained to the wall, two by collars around their neck leashed to stakes, the last with her arm handcuffed to a bar welded to the side of the fridge, her thin, broken arm held high in the air, looking stretched from how long the emaciated girl had been there, her legs barely beneath her, her sunken eyes staring at the floor from beneath a mop of black hair.

Two of them were canines, and the dying third was a feline. They were all stained and smeared with filth, with their own shit, with the ruin he had visited upon these Yktoli whores already. Their coats were patchy and dark with the use they had seen, and their eyes stared with fear at the monster as he approached and stood over them, his monstrous cock still half-hard, standing out from his body like an immense, bloated flesh-cannon, the maw of his horsecock-head gaping open and spilling dark, throbbing filth to the floor in a sticky, gluey string.

"And how are my little pets doing today?" he jeered at his toys, grinning across their broken, trembling bodies. You couldn't even tell if they were male or female anymore: they were just ugly skeletons.

As ugly outside as these parasites were inside. He licked his lips slowly at the sight of these inferior bugs, grinning callously before he gripped his monstrous shaft and growled: "You look hungry. I think it's time to feed you."

The horse spread his legs, then he aimed his enormous penis at the middle of the three hemmed into this corner, the Yktoli moaning and begging for mercy as his shaft flexed, veins bulging across that huge length, cockmaw gaping open before a great, thick stream of dark urine sprayed from the tip. The hose of piss blasted across the Yktoli, making two of them writhe and scream while the third, hanging parasite barely twitched, only gurgling as he sprayed across their bodies, guiding that hot stream back and forth over their bodies and across the filth dishes in front of them.

Thick spurts of sludge and sperm so massive they were visible, swimming in the flow, came with the spray of piss: the cockscum hit like chunks of mud, and the massive sperms like rubber bullets, crashing against the bodies of the 'pets,' making them twitch and cry out, weeping for death. But even as the horsebeast hosed his way back across the feline Yktoli, he was irritated to see that even a stream of piss smashing directly against her face only forced her head to wrench to the side, her eyes barely blinking, not even giving a satisfying gurgle through the hot spray.

The stream of urine tapered slowly out as the horse looked with contempt down at the feline Yktoli, and then he suddenly reached out, seizing her by her broken arm, twisting it violently. He snapped it at the elbow like it was a drumstick, which at least made the cat twitch and gasp before he wrenched her viciously forwards, tearing her arm in half at the elbow and yanking her by the upper stump he left behind over the animal bowls.

He slammed her to the ground as the other pets screamed and panicked, clutching each other: of course they didn't try and save their companion, Jack thought with a cruel grin as he flung the cat to the floor, where she rolled and spasmed back and forth, gurgling and choking, grasping and clutching at the stump of her arm. The Yktoli didn't know what real companionship was, after all: they only knew how to use each other and suck the life from other cultures and nations.

He stepped over her and squatted, grinning wider, his ass flexing as he growled: "Well, pet, if that's not good enough for you anymore, why don't you try this gourmet meal?"

The dark-fleshed ring of his asshole bulged, then stretched as a thick nugget of shit pushed out of his asshole, splattering across the face of the cat. It was hot and disgusting, a black and brown mess, chunky and awful. The stink, the miasma from it was enough to choke the feline alone, her body shaking as she tried to twist her head to the side, but the first nugget was followed by several more sloppy rounds of feces, and then a loud, explosive fart that all-but-sprayed a hot blast of wet ass-sludge across the feline's features and chest, ensuring that her eyes, her ears, her nose and mouth were flooded with his disgusting waste. 

He snorted as he rested his elbows across his knees, his huge legs flexing, his body bulging as he arched his back and rumbled low in his throat. His cock flexed, a third, jutting leg between his limbs, his monstrous balls carelessly wiping through the mountain of shit that had splattered across the fucksleeve below as his ass gave a few more flexes, a last splattering of awful waste dripping across the dying feline before he stood up and roughly kicked her towards the other Yktoli whores, sending a hail of his shit splattering across them and knocking the piss-filled food bowls scattering.

"Clean up this mess!" he ordered contemptibly to the piss-and-shit-covered Yktoli scum, and then he snorted as he turned away, immediately forgetting about his pets as he instead strode towards the other occupant of the kitchen with a calmer smile, forgetting almost immediately about the trembling pets in their stinking corner.

He walked up behind the young mare: Jenny, he called her, for Genocide. She was half-midget from Tamarix, but he had reshaped her over the years into something... well, she was as beautiful as a Tamarix broodslut could possibly be. 

Her hair was multiple colors, and she had big fat tits engorged further with silicone, with large, pierced nipples. More jewelry in her navel, decorating her big, swollen cunt, and of course in her ears and eyebrow and that cute face.

She had tattoos, all of which he had picked out for her: lilies and flowers up the side of her stomach, a twisting parade of snakes up one arm, and blasphemous, torn religious symbols down her other. A pentagram decorated her back, overtop two grinning, monstrous cow and boar skulls, and the symbol of Equaria was emblazoned across one cheek: the winged horseshoe, with the lightning bolt of the Fatherland Protection Agency and his badge number proudly displayed on her face.

And of course, she had her own ID number and a 'documented immigrant' symbol above her tailbone. Just in case the little parasite he'd so kindly made part of his family ever tried to escape.

She was also microchipped, like any good pet should be, and as a small, extra measure of security, he had her implanted with a microexplosive on the back of her spine. It wouldn't kill her if it detonated, oh no: it was just enough to shatter her vertebrae and leave her paralyzed from the waist down.

He had been generous to this piece of meat. If she ever betrayed him and tried to run away, well, he would do a lot worse than simply kill her.

Jack grasped her around the waist, then yanked her back and forth like a doll, even as Jenny kept working away at the dinner she was making for him before she gasped a bit when he crushed himself against her, his mammoth cock grinding against her plump, silicone ass, her hips bucking... and like the whore she was, he smelled her lust, felt her shuddering orgasm as her knees went weak as he crushed her against the counter and asked, almost tenderly: "Where's my fucking dinner, bitch?"

"Just finished, sir." she whispered, as one of his hands reached up and groped her breast, and the other stroked up her neck.

He smiled, as he pressed against her. Her body flexed beneath him: strong, taut, in spite of how often he used her. Her long, solid legs flexed, her biceps bulged: really, the silicone had been necessary to stop this cunt from looking too much like a male from the exercise regime, the steroids, and the healthy doses of his special protein he'd constantly fed her.

Jack licked his drooling lips, then he leaned in. His tongue pressed into her ear, slurping deep, and Jenny shuddered before his brute fingers dug into her breast and her stomach, dragging her back against his chest as he humped her roughly with an animal snort, grinding his mostly-flaccid, heavy-hanging cock against her rump and thighs. "I better like it tonight, bitch, or you can sleep with the rest of the meat. You gotta earn your place under me, slut."

"Yes, sir."

He idly shifted her around, smiling as he forced her to face him, keeping her trapped against the countertop before he grabbed her by the neck. He slapped her, mockingly, back and forth, listening to her whimpers, before he shoved his fingers forwards down her throat, choking her on them as he studied her with hungry intent.

She'd grown up quite a lot since he had claimed her a few years back now. He was almost sad about that, but girls couldn't be young forever.

She looked young, though, even if she was seven feet tall now, almost as pretty as a real Equarian. But he had fucked her often enough that his hyperpotent cum had just about turned her into an honorary horse... if she didn't still have that distinct towelhead stink about her, or all that extra bush on her crotch, or that natural sandfucker hunger for his shit.

Speaking of which...

He pulled his finger loose from her throat and smiled as he stepped back, then pointed at the ground, saying idly: "Go ahead. You deserve a treat. Clean up my ass." 

The mare dropped immediately to her knees and obediently crawled around his legs, licking her lips before she leaned up and closed her eyes as she buried her snout into his musky, reeking ass. Her tongue dragged up the crack of his rump and found his dark, round asshole, shuddering as she licked filth and shit and disgusting, dark bile from his rump, both the taste of waste and hypermasculinity filling her throat, his reek spilling through her snout, her form shuddering as she orgasmed helplessly again at the taste of her master.

"Daddy likes that. Good girl." teased Jack, as he rolled his head back and spread his legs, letting her dig her tongue in deeper, teasing out a few pebbles and chunks of loose shit. She chewed them slowly, clearly relishing them, her body shaking as a bit of drool dripped from her chin and splattered over her breasts in a glistening trail. "You should be proud of yourself. Trash like you becoming my personal toilet like this? Unheard of."

The monster chuckled, before he glanced at the open archway leading into the living room, whistling sharply before he ordered the trembling fucktoys sitting and waiting fearfully for him: "Get my dinner and set up the table for me!"

The fucksluts hurried to do as he had barked, and Jack snorted as he crossed his arms, watching how slowly those ungrateful bitches moved. He rolled his eyes, then walked towards his chair, Jenny following quickly in his wake, licking, kissing, mouthing at his asshole, whimpering a bit as she shuddered in need for him, his taste, his power, his overwhelming masculinity.

Without a thought, he grabbed Jenny by the mane, yanking her around and tossing her carelessly into his armchair, back-first, before he sat on her face, huge balls crushing down on her breasts and torso as his ass flexed and ground down on his favored fucktoy. He leaned back, making himself comfortable on the mare's face as he growled in entertainment at the feeling of her thick muzzle pushing its way up into his asshole, his flaccid cock bulging slightly as a throb of pleasure traveled through his monstrous penis, licking his lips slowly as one of his fucktoys bent over in front of him to act as a living table for his plate, while others wrestled to begin kissing and licking at his massive cock, mouthing it, stroking it, worshiping that sweaty, slimy tower of flesh.

He ate as his dozen or so fucksluts worshiped him, his shaft bulging, throbbing, thickening to half-erect jut and stretching his sheath wide with its godlike girth under the needy ministrations of his toys. But his attention was mostly with his broad dinner of several large, heavy cuts of meat, cooked rare just the way he liked them, with a chaser of whiskey and a side of raw bacon.

That was how he liked his food. Bloody and fresh, or greasy, oily, and raw.

And the more, the better, always.

He knocked back his shot of whiskey, then ate as he watched the news, careless of the toys trying their hardest to please him. That was their duty, their job, their goddamn privilege, after all, and he had no reason to make it any easier on them than he already did.

Dinner was good, even if the fucktoys disappointed him. But of course what else was new? None of them could hope to handle a stallion like him. They were all disappointments, all cheap, easily replaceable gutter whores, all cunts of different nations, born only to serve a superior male and yet unable to rise to any acceptable level. 

Still, they at least got him excited... although that might have been largely due to Jenny, working so desperately at his asshole still, licking it and suckling at it, making it by far the cleanest part of his body. He rumbled as he rocked his hips down against her, carelessly kicking over the 'table' whore in front of him before he gripped his half-flaccid shaft, squeezing, kneading along that massive member before he growled: "Clean up, sluts."

And with that, he stood up, then seized the gasping Jenny by the mane before dragging her roughly by the hair across the room, which was still littered with trash, hardened clumps of seed, shit, and a few unconscious,  bloody bodies. He booted one of these aside as he made his way to the door that led into his bedroom, shouldering it open and closing his eyes as he breathed deep, loving the fetid, ripe stink that greeted him.

Not just musk and masculinity from his permanently stained and ruined bed, which was covered in a thick crust of filth and a permanent sunken blackness where he slept, but from the bodies, both alive and dead, that littered the floor and were even laying haphazardly strewn across the mattress. Several fat, pregnant mares trembled here and there, so swollen with his seed that their engorged bellies looked ready to burst, drooling black ichor from their jaws, their eyes, and their swollen, flexing cunts: they looked sick and infested, as if something vile was growing inside them. 

Fat and heavy, filled with his hypervirile sickness. Of course his children were so strong that the lucky mothers wouldn't survive giving birth, but that was the cost of progress, and they should know how lucky they were to be the vessels that would help carry his superior genes to fruition.

Their sick, broodmother bodies were covered in parasites and sickness: they pulsed with disgusting life, drooling, unaware of everything, almost vegetative as they moldered in their own filth and labored for every breath they took.

These pregnant, bulging forms were cradled among rotting corpses and less-fortunate victims, including a few who had been so overwhelmed and utterly ruined by his orgasm that they had popped like overstuffed balloons... or perhaps overfilled condoms was a better metaphor. Black gunk, rotting meat and guts, piles of discarded food, and ruined and ripped clothes all littered the room, scattered carelessly through the room, creating a thick layer of detritus among the rotting dead and the perhaps-worse living. 

Jack's hooves crunched across the floor as he made his way towards the bed, carelessly flinging Jenny first: she landed with a thud on the stained, stinking mattress, hitting one of the fresher rotting bodies that had only recently been killed, the broken neck lolling, the rest of the body barely shifting beneath its own dead weight, the gaping ruin of its crotch and the massive tear up its abdomen squelching loudly as the mare shifted against it to make room for Jack.

The horse grinned as he crawled into the bed, his half-erect shaft grinding against the bed before he licked his lips and half-lidded his eyes almost coyly as the other living occupant of the massive mattress whimpered. A dragoness, once mighty and proud like all of her arrogant kind had always been, handcuffed to the bedpost. One of her arms was badly broken, splintered bone sticking through her hide of scales, and the other was dislocated, leaving her in constant agony as her wrists shuddered and shook.

She whimpered, her red scales rusted by the beatings she had already taken, breath shaking in and out of her lungs as she whimpered at the sight of the hulking horse. He smiled down at her with callous entertainment, eyes half-lidded as he almost teasingly slapped his monstrous cock against her belly, her legs clenching and pulling up slightly as she leaned away from him fearfully and moaned low in her throat.

She didn't dare to struggle any further, however. Not only because her arms were worse than useless, like weights of pain above her head, but because her husband had tried to fight, and now he was one of the corpses laying on the floor next to the bed, his body a pulped, broken mess. It hadn't been enough that the monster had beaten him nearly to death with his bare hands, but the hulking horse had raped him, violating his body in unimaginable ways and forcing him to endure intolerable agony and humiliation before he had finally torn that awful ramrod of a cock completely through his body and left him to die, in excruciating agony...

She didn't want that to happen to her. She wanted her death to be quick, or to become broken and brainwashed like the rest of his sick slaves were so maybe he'd let her live, or at least she could convince herself in the grip of insanity that she deserved whatever he did to her...

"Oh, what's wrong? Don't tell me you haven't forgiven me yet!" he teased as he slid a finger up her naked stomach, past her bruised, broken ribs, and along the underside of a breast that was marred by teeth-marks and ugly swelling. "You dragons are always so..." He clicked his tongue, then half-lidded his eyes, leaning in closer and saying softly: "Weak."

The dragoness whimpered, gasping in pain as she tried to shift away from him, but her fear overwhelmed the agony in her arms for a moment before the pain grew too intense, and she did her best to slump into a more relaxed position as she tilted her head away when his fingers stroked under her chin, wide, teary eyes staring at him with fear.

God, why did they have to antagonize this monster, of all people? But they had thought they were invincible... they were dragons, after all, and dragons were supposed to be the biggest, the strongest, the absolute best, their culture largely even more racist and elitist than the Equarians; why, they were so rare, so elite that even their breeding was controlled by a central ministry! Which also granted them a special 'near-extinct' community status, with only a few thousand dragons worldwide these days, that gave them a sort of diplomatic immunity.

So dragons could afford to be rude even to fascists... or so they had thought.

This fascist clearly didn't care at all about what might happen when the dragon registrar came looking for them... and she didn't think that the Equarian government was going to turn over this... this monster to Drakonia even if they produced a mountain of evidence...

Assuming Equaria ever let the investigation get off the ground in the first place...

The dragoness whimpered as her face was seized, trembling violently before the horsebeast teased: "Tell me again about how you and your husband are better than me. Tell me how elite you are... how big his cock is." He snickered, as he mockingly thwacked that monstrous pole of meat firmly against her stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of her as she flinched in pain. "Come on. You were all talk even yesterday. What happened since then?"

She trembled as her eyes flicked up fearfully, and he smiled as he looked up, then reached calmly up and squeezed her broken arm slowly, making her cry out in pain, her legs spasming, her back arching as she tried to squirm away as the hulking horsebeast teased: "Oh, this is enough to shut you up? Your husband put up a lot more fight than this... although he sure seemed to enjoy getting fucked by me, too. How often do you think he got fucked in the ass behind your back?"

The dragoness trembled violently, struggling not to answer: it was terribly hard, though. Her whole life had been spent looking at every other species as her lesser, mouthing off, enjoying the fact that she had been born on top of the food chain and all she had to do was either have a kid or donate some eggs at some point to ensure the continuation of the species.

And now here she was. Trapped, and helpless.

"P-Please, please just let me go..." she whispered.

"Dragons are natural sluts, isn't that right?" mocked the horse, as he grinned down at her. "For a 'superior' species you have quite a miserable history... big stupid brutes and broodmothers, fucktoys for the 'inferior' races. Isn't that right?"

She shivered, not wanting to answer. She understood what he was talking about, though: dragons had nearly been hunted to extinction, the males slaughtered, the females captured and raped, because dragons had a gene that allowed them to hybridize with almost any other race. The 'mules' born from such couplings were almost always infertile and mentally stunted, making them excellent slaves.

He chuckled, then he gripped her legs and pried them roughly open, even as the dragoness whimpered and spasmed, unable to stop herself from fidgeting as she breathed hard and flushed, trying to push herself away from him even as pain shot through her arms. "Oh, did I hurt your feelings? All I'm saying is I can clearly see that your kind was always meant to be fucked..."

He licked his lips slowly, letting his massive member grind slowly against her belly and between her legs, fat, heavy shaft throbbing sickeningly against her scales. "You got a smooth cunt that's begging to be used, and you smell like whore..."

She flushed as her head twisted to the side, but god, seeing the bizarre fucking mare who was just staring emptily at her was somehow worse. He was vicious and cruel, but at least she understood that: she didn't know why this strange mare didn't help, didn't try to run away, didn't do anything but whatever the monster told her to.

"P-Please... help me..." she whispered, and then she screamed when the horse slammed a hand down into her head, wrenching her back to face him and yanking viciously on her body, making her arms twist and her legs kick helplessly out on either side of the cruel colossus.

"Don't you fucking speak to her, and don't you take your eyes off me, bitch." the stallion growled.

The dragoness screamed, then snarled up at him even as tears overspilled her eyes, blurting out: "Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck her, fuck all of this! Let me fucking go!"

Jack grinned at this, leaning into her face as her eyes widened with fear before he almost cooed: "There it is! There's a bit of life in you yet, isn't there? Good, I'm glad to see it... it wouldn't be any fun if you weren't fighting at least a little bit anymore."

He grinned as he pressed down against her, and the dragoness squirmed, trying to push at him with her feet, shivering and shaking as she whimpered: "P-Please... no, no, I'm sorry, oh please, please please please no..."

The stallion snorted at this, sliding a hand up to grip the thinner, hair-like scales hanging from her head, making her flinch as he twisted these back and retorted: "Little late for that. You still can't keep yourself respectful, I see... but I like a little uppity. I like a reason to put a bitch like you back in her place."

He twisted her head back, then thrust against her with a snort of pleasure, his shaft flexing powerfully, that rancid heat making her stomach convulse as her hips bucked helplessly. She moaned as she tried to wrestle herself loose, but she was utterly helpless in his grip, unable to escape, unable to do anything bur writhe and tremble as that monster of a stallion tickled his fingers up her ribs, then grasped into a breast before he dug slowly, roughly into her bosom, then began to twist.

She cried out in pain, her back arching as his fingers tore into that soft flesh and she writhed in agony at the feeling of it being screwed slowly to the side, scales popping loose, blood spurting as skin twisted and ripped.

She arched her back,then shrieked louder when the horse's fingers dug deeper into her ruptured tit before he cruelly, callously tore back, grinning as he shredded her breast tissue in a splatter of gore, leaving nothing behind but a ruined lump of flesh as the beast mocked contemptibly over her sobbing screams: "Where's all that resistance gone? Don't tell me you're done already."

"F-Fuck... please! G-G-God, please, I'm s-sorry!" she babbled, gasping in agony, her eyes rolling back in her head as she nearly choked on her pain, her body shuddering with torment as he pinned her beneath his body. She felt his enormous erection pressing down on her, sick and heavy and hot; she felt her leaking, shattered breast, nearly twisted off her body like the lid of a can; she felt her arms, the pressure on them growing by the moment as he only pushed down harder against her, straining her body beneath his.

Jack looked hungrily down at her, drinking in her pain, panting harder by the moment before he growled like a beast as he slid himself backwards. He carelessly knocked another corpse off the bed, sending it crumpling to the ground with a sickening sound of splattering meat as he positioned himself between the legs of the dragoness-

She screamed: the pain was already so great it didn't seem to matter anymore, and she fought on instinct, kicking, flailing, shaking her body wildly, but Jack snarled in response before he seized his own pillar of half-erect cock, raising it like a club and then slamming it down against her body hard enough to knock the wind out of her before he thrust viciously forwards, that huge, horsecock-tip punching her in the face nearly hard enough to break her jaw before he slapped her hard, then seized her by the hair, twisting her head towards him as he growled: "You had your fucking chance to amuse me and now you're gonna lie here and take it like the fucktoy you are, got that?"

"No!" she screamed back, shaking her head before she shrieked: "Please! Someone, anyone, help! H-help!'

Jack snorted at this, sneering in amusement at her shrieking as he dragged his cock back down her body. She kicked lethargically, but he tore her legs roughly open, holding one to the side as he used his other hand to guide his jutting monstrosity towards her bloody, already-broken sex.

He pistoned his cock against her entrance, forcing forwards, making her shriek as that battering ram crashed against her gaping gates before it forced forwards and into her. Her back arched, the dragoness screaming louder as her sex was invaded, her legs kicking uselessly, renewed pain shocking through her body before she choked when the stallion's hands seized her throat and crushed into it.

And all the while, Jenny only watched, hollow and calm, breathing maybe a little harder, a bit of wetness leaking down her thighs as her body responded even as her eyes remained almost empty. One hand toyed idly at her groin as she rocked her hips carelessly, but her eyes remained dead and afraid even as she all-but-masturbated to the sight of her master raping the screaming dragoness.

Jack bore down against his prey, snorting, crushing her throat, letting her barely wheeze for breath as she jerked and twisted under him as he rammed deeper, further into her body. As strong and tall as she was, he had already ruined her beauty and now, the cruelty of the speed and savagely with which he pounded his massive cock into her was devastating her form, stretching, bulging, ruining her.

She shrieked and spasmed as he leaned into her, pistoning his penis deeper, harder, rougher, snorting and growling like a beast he pressed his body over hers. His hands crushed into her hips as her legs spasmed and kicked on either side of him, struggling not to wrap around his thick waist as her hips buckled painfully beneath every rough thrust of the stallion. 

Her body squeezed like a vise around his cock, her cunt clenching, clamping against his massive shaft as it penetrated deep into her womb with every vicious thrust, her whore juices leaking helplessly around his enormous erection like the fuckmeat she was. With every pound of his cock into her, her body bulged further as her organs strained to hold together around the monstrosity ripping through the dragoness, every thrust burying more of that gigantic shaft into her.

Soon, her body was deforming around his cock, scales popping loose from stretched skin below, her body bouncing, jouncing with each and every thrust. He grinned savagely, eyes gleaming, body bearing down into her harder and rougher as his hands moved down to squeeze into her sides, snarling: "How's that feel, fucktoy? Is my horsecock too much for you, cunt? I thought dragons were supposed to be the biggest, the strongest, the best?"

"H-H-Help!" she moaned out, choking, gasping, his handprints visible on her throat, her lungs and heart nearly punched by the monstrous cock ramming through her body, her ribs cracking loudly from the assault from below on them as the hyperphallic horsecock pummeled savagely into them.

She could scream all she wanted, but help was never going to come. All of the apartments surrounding his were empty, because no one could stand the screams, and almost everyone had known better than to try and mess with a high-ranking officer of the FPA.

The few who hadn't, well...

He grinned as he leaned further into her, pounding deeper into that scaly fleshlight under him. The dragoness shrieked, her body spasming, her hips bucking, feeling that monster of a cock pummeling deep into her, stretching her, tearing her, widening her horrifically. She did everything she could to resist, but all of it was meaningless: he was too strong, her feeble struggles only urging him on further, and her ruined arms kept her in constant agony.

"Pathetic... pathetic!" he snarled, and then he suddenly brought a fist up and slammed it into her face with a satisfying crack of breaking bone and a gout of blood. The dragoness screamed before he punched her again, shattering her jaw loudly before his hand shoved into her mouth, seizing her tongue and yanking her head up by the slimy muscle as her eyes bulged with horror. "You don't get how lucky you are, cunt, do you? You don't deserve my cock! You should be begging to have your life ended by this supreme dick, you inferior fucking newt!"

He punched deeper into her, snorting like an animal, growling savagely as he dug his fingers into her tongue and twisted slowly, and the dragoness gurgled and spasmed, teary eyes staring at him with terror as she felt him yanking back on it, choking loudly, gagging on the pain it sent through her throat as her whole body shook and spasmed. "Fucking cunt..."

He thrust, harder, faster, snarling as his shaft bulged inside her, throbbing powerfully. His eyes blazed with fury and hate and lust and excitement. "Fucking worthless newt..."

His muscles bulged across his sweaty frame, snarling as he bore down harder, his hulking body crushing down against her, forcing her to bend backwards. His monstrous testicles crashed against the bed and the base of her tail with every thrust, her body straining to contain the pillar of penis that was ramming into it, dark, thick blasts of pre spilling into her form, spurting out around his cock and making her belly bloat almost ominously. "Gold-digging dragger whore!"

He yanked savagely back, and the dragoness screamed as her tongue was torn out of her head, eyes bulging, head snapping back as her back arched. Jack tossed her tongue away and then grinned as he seized her sides, roaring as he sat back and pounded his immense tower of flesh savagely into her, elated by her pain, her suffering, as he shouted: "Let's see if you dragons really are superior fucktoys or not!"

His stiff, godless cock throbbed with hideous heat and power before the first great geyser of his orgasm exploded into her: blast after blast of dark essence spilled into the dragoness, bloating her body immediately, her head snapping back and forth as she choked on her own blood, her eyes rolling sightlessly in her head as she felt her hips dislocate, felt her body breaking beneath the strain of the stallion's savagery.

Blast after blast filled her, making her form swell hideously even as much of it rushed back out around his cock, and some even spurted from narrow gouges and wounds in her body: thick gluts of disgusting, dark seed filled her, rushed through her, utterly ruined her as she spasmed helplessly, barely aware of what was going on, utterly overwhelmed beneath the power of the monstrous male.

Over and over, again and again, he came: it went on for a seeming eternity, as her body ballooned further and further with his ultravirile load, until her belly was an immense boulder, morbid with his black essence. He rumbled as he rubbed his hands over her belly, ignoring the leaks in her body here and there, the seeping of his gluey darkness from between her scales, the streams of cum that escaped around his monstrous stallionhood. "Good... good girl."

He licked his lips slowly, then grinned as he dragged his massive member slowly backwards, and the dragoness moaned as that humongous horsecock pulled loose from her. A thick splurt of his dark seed came blasting out of her, but not nearly as much as expected: even as she was left ruined and gaping, that gluey essence seemed to clog her up, just as it had filled her wounds.

Her belly pulsed, almost eerily, as the stallion growled low in his throat, studying his victim. Then, carelessly, he shifted and kicked her off the bed, the dragoness screaming as she was left dangling by her broken arms, her eyes wide and rolling helplessly until the horsebeast reached up and carelessly snapped the bed post, letting her topple with a sickening splat to the ground, landing with a disgusting crunch-squelch on the corpse of her dead husband, but too far gone, too broken and used to realize or care.

Jack sprawled back in his rotting bed, resting his head on a half-rotted corpse he used as a pillow, and Jenny immediately, loyally moved in to begin licking, kissing, cleaning his monstrous pillar of cock. The only sign he noticed was that he carelessly reached a hand down to rest in her mane: more than he showed the other whores who crept in to begin massaging and cleaning him, as he breathed in his own stink, the reek of rot, and all the other delightful perfumes that filled the air.

The stallion smiled to himself, then closed his eyes as he slipped his hand behind his head.

Life was good. He had added more to his brood and he would be working an immigration facility tomorrow, which was a wonderful place to harvest more meat. And the Herdmaster himself had asked him to take part in a new program next week, a breeding program to produce the best and strongest Equarians possible.

With his... unique essence, he was certainly the perfect fit for the program. He grinned to himself, licking his lips slowly.

He loved it here. He loved this country. Not in the way everyone thought he did... but because in this place, with this perfect body, he was king, and there was no one and nothing that could dare to get in his way. He was the uber-Equarian, the Alphahorse.

He was never going to let anything change that, either. No matter what it cost him, he knew where he belonged: on top, in a place of power where he could sate all his hungers and desires, where he could live as liked, among the corpses and his victims, with no one ever daring to question what he did, or the screams that came from his apartment, or how the people he was sent to investigate or apprehend seemed to simply... disappear.

But they loved him for that, he thought. He and the government got along well because he acted independently, and all they ever had to do at most was pretend to launch a review. He got rid of 'questionable' elements for them, and they ensured he never faced repercussions for his actions.

He had a feeling life was only going to get better, too, as they continued to prove Equarian dominance to the rest of the world, and assert this country's rightful place at the top of the hierarchy.

And he planned to enjoy that ride, for as long as it lasted.

He stroked Jenny's mane as she mouthed his slowly-softening cock, as she drank down his addictive seed, while his whores struggled to clean the rest of his shaft, and he smiled again.

Everything was going his way, and one day, he was going to have more than a dozen or so whores in a cheap apartment.

One day soon, all of Equaria was going to be begging for the chance to lick his hooves and bare his seed, and soon after that, the whole wide world.

It was his destiny.