Intrusion Hoss slept, thick, elegantly tapered equine ears flicking occasionally as his massive chest rose and fell in a deep, easy rhythm. Or rather, Hoss rested - true sleep hadn't been a privilege for the escaped pet for over a decade. He dreamed though, all the time he was resting, the images and memories sliding out of the dark corners of his brain as soon as his eyes shut. There was a perverse sort of comfort in the memories of what life had been like before, as if by remembering he could relive his past. Unfortunately the same could be said of the other memories, the bad ones when his life had been ripped from him. Hoss had no control over what memories played themselves out behind his eyelids and good or bad it affected his mood when he woke. His followers, ugly but loyal, had learned to tread very carefully around him when he woke, until they could gauge his temper.
Thick, horsy lips curved up into a small smile – the memory dream was a good one...Strobing lights and a throbbing beat that echoed the beat of his heart. A hot, strong body pressed tightly against him, hips grinding fiercely into each other, mouths open, tongues twined...
"Christ, Jace, want you now!" whispered with searing urgency in his ear.
"What, here?" an amused glance around at the packed dance-club.
"Don't care," almost a whimper, "anything you want, lover."
"Anything?"
"Anything." Love and need shining out of dark eyes, hard hands on his buttocks pulling him even closer.
"Come with me." Holding a warm hand tightly, forcing a way through the hyped-up crowd to the toilets... biting lightly at corded shoulders through the thick soft material... body braced beneath his belly, white knuckles hanging grimly onto the rim of the sink... thighs spread as wide as possible with the restriction of jeans pushed hastily down to knees... groaning, holding hips still and shoving in, no lube, because that was what his bitch liked when he was this hot... hand fisted in tousled blonde hair, pulling his head back, forcing his lover to meet his conquering gaze reflected in the mirror over the sink... moaned, grunted affirmations of love as he climaxes deep inside...He jerked awake, his hands - the one part of him that was still wholly human - clutching the monstrous thing they'd made of his dick, gripping it tightly, feeling the heat and hardness, the little tremors running through the engorged flesh of the huge organ.
He wanted... no, he needed to fuck. Needed to be buried in a warm and willing body, to remember what it was like to be a person again…
Jed, alerted by the slight snuffling sounds, peered cautiously into the dim chamber. Hoss was awake and – Jed's shark-toothed grin was both leering and fond – ready for some action. Jed slipped noiselessly away.
"Chris," he murmured, squatting down beside a thin, hard mattress to shake its occupant gently awake, "Hoss needs company." Chris mumbled sleepily but pushed himself to a sitting position immediately.
"Thanks, mate," he yawned hugely, running a grimy hand over his grey stubbled skull, his metallic lower jaw gleaming dully. Chris' flesh upper-lip moved in what would've been a smile if he'd had a lower lip to match. "Is he in a good mood?"
Jed shrugged.
"Dunno, he doesn't look pissed-off though."
"Good," the beefy man stood upright and stretched, "might not get my head kicked in this time."
Jed laughed, quietly.
"I'll organise some food."
Chris slid out of the grimy sweatpants he slept in, grabbed for the lube he kept always with him, filled the makeshift 'lubegun' Joe had made for him with the slippery gel, then eased the nozzle into his arse and pushed the plunger, shivering as the cold stuff coated the inside of his guts. Satisfied that he'd used enough to make the forthcoming experience as painless as possible, he laid the device down and headed for the door.Chris paused outside Hoss' chamber, taking a few deep breaths to ready himself.
"Boss?" he called softly, knocking lightly at the crumbling brickwork of the doorway. Chris nodded to himself at the soft, whickering snort he got as an answer – Hoss was needy, but not angry.
The AWOL army grunt stepped into the room, hands by his side, head lowered submissively.
"How do you want me, boss?"Hoss eyed the solid man consideringly. By no stretch of the imagination could he ever have been called attractive - but he was a warm body, and that was all the horse-man needed right now. He tapped a hoof and glanced at the big armchair his men had roughly adapted for him, making allowances for his equine legs.
Breathing a quiet sigh of relief - thank fuck Hoss didn't want oral this time; for all his willingness to pleasure his boss, Chris hated having that massive cock in his mouth, there was no way he could take even a third of it and the back of his throat always felt raw and bruised afterwards - he walked carefully over to the chair and leaned over the back, arse presented to his boss.
Then he gritted his teeth and willed himself to relax.
Way back when Hoss was gathering his followers - no, it would be truer to say back when the disaffected were gravitating towards the escaped pet, Hoss had never deliberately set out to become a leader - it had quickly become clear that something would have to be 'arranged' to cope with the big man's sexual needs. The pet industry had still been in its infancy, and while the physical modification side was fairly well-developed, the behavioural mods were crude, leaving the horse-man almost permanently erect and aroused and without the self-control to do anything about it - and thus unpredictable and dangerous. Chris, who was big to start with and had grown accustomed to brutality in the military, had volunteered…
There were biotechs a-plenty willing to do just about anything for a little extra cash-in-hand. A week later Chris had limped out of the clinic, his bowel shortened, his rectum greatly enlarged and the lining strengthened, his guts shunted upwards slightly, and his anus widened, the sphincter wet-wired to allow him to relax it consciously, enabling him to take the horse-man's massive penis without it rupturing his internal organs. It was still a struggle, but the doctor had added a refinement - the inner surface of his rectum was now studded with little pleasure receptors, making being fucked a joy rather than a source of great pain. It still did hurt, often - Hoss had little self-control when he was buried in a hot body and frequently forgot his own strength - but at least Chris was able to enjoy it as well.
He closed his eyes as large hands pushed his thighs further apart, letting his lower body go limp. Gasping as Hoss gripped his hips and pushed without ceremony into his arse - no matter how often he did this that first hard shove hurt, even with the extra room the mods had made for the horse-cock. Then the pleasure kicked in…
Chris writhed and moaned as rigid flesh rubbed over the artificial nerve clusters inside him, pain converting into white flashes of intensity that had him climaxing without even being aware of it, come slicking over the back of the chair, adding to the layers of old semen already there. His world had shrunk to Hoss, the hands bruising his hips, the massive heavy balls slapping painfully against his own, the huge cock filling him, fucking him mercilessly, feeling as though one more thrust would hit the back of his throat from inside…
With a deep whinny, Hoss pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back in, shoving Chris hard against the back of the chair and coming in gouts of hot, thick semen, far too much for the arse he was buried in… seeping past his cock it trickled slimily down Chris' trembling thighs as Hoss collapsed over the man's back, panting noisily.It was a couple of minutes before Hoss softened enough to slide free, flaccid dick slapping against his balls with a wet, sticky thwump. He pushed himself upright: Chris coughed as his breathing eased with the loss of the horse-man's weight on his back and lay still for a little longer, twitching at the sensation of what felt like gallons of come streaming down his legs. He blinked as Hoss waved a chipped mug filled with strong black coffee in front of his nose, then glanced sideways and up at the horse-man.
Hoss' lips were pulled back into the best he could manage for a grin. Chris sighed and grinned back, willing his sphincter closed and easing himself more or less upright, leaning heavily against the chair until his shaking legs could support him again, and gratefully took the coffee, slurping noisily.
"Thanks, boss."
Hoss whickered and inclined his head - then reached for the ever present notepad and a pencil, moments later handing Chris a scrap of paper. Chris scanned it and nodded.
"Meeting in half an hour. 'K, boss - I'll go round everyone up."
As he limped from the room Hoss turned back to the tattered message he'd received late last night, with times, dates and locations of the delivery of the next load of pets-to-be to the local clinic. With a bit of careful planning, his group should be able to disrupt the schedule and make sure everyone escaped. He glanced at the map and nodded: one of the locations was close to a big pharmaceutical warehouse - they'd be able to raid it, replenish their own supplies and with a bit of luck make a substantial dent in the company's profits at the same time.
Chris loved playing with explosives...
© 2003 July 5th Joules Taylor and Lutra
Darkside
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