Every Foal's a Goal

	Sarin sat in the light of the forest meadow, stroking Fenn's milk-white fur, his face nuzzled in the warm nape of his friend's neck. The two centaur colts lay intertwined in one another, pleasantly exhausted after a long day of play with one another. Sarin smiled as Fenn rubbed up close against him, gently kissing at Sarin's skin.

	"Hehe, that tickles!" giggled Sarin, teasingly pushing Fenn away from him.

	Fenn, a year older than Sarin, had recently become deeply curious about all the different ways the grown-up centaurs expressed their love for one another, and had taken to trying them out with Sarin from time-to-time. The two colts had discovered they really enjoyed kissing and cuddling each other, and most of their time between bursts of play was spent in sweet embrace. Sarin didn't understand why more of his friends weren't kissing one another – him and Fenn could barely keep their hands off one another. Of course, at their age, they hardly knew why kissing seemed to feel so good. Neither of them knew what sex was yet – though Sarin sometimes felt a warm stirring in his penis when Fenn ran his hands across his chest.

	"Oh yeah?" Fenn asked, "What about... This?"

	Smiling, Fenn dove face-first into Sarin's tummy and blew a fat, wet raspberry into the boy's stomach. Sarin laughed with delight, and soon enough the two boys were chasing one another, galloping gleefully around the grass. Fenn tackled Sarin softly the ground, pressing himself on top of the other colt, kissing and blowing against his skin and fur as he traced a line down Sarin's chest all the way to the base of his junk. Sarin blushed and wiggled, hooves in the air and tail swishing. "Oh! Uh, careful!" said Sarin, feeling that warm tingling beginning to grow. Sarin's equine ears twitched giddily.

	Fenn looked down at Sarin's sheath and blushed. He held his face an inch above the boy's package, huffing in its smell. He shifted his flank around awkwardly for a moment before shooting back up to his feet, trotting with excitement. "Oh! I just remembered something!" he said. Sarin slowly shuffled back onto his hooves, eyeing his friend. Fenn's face was still flush. 

	"What is it?" asked Sarin.

	"I, uh, I have something I wanna show you!" said Fenn, blushing excitedly, his tail swaying back and forth. "U-Um, we can't do it here, though. It's a secret."

	"O-Okay!" said Sarin. It wasn't very often Fenn kept secrets. Sarin was intensely curious – even a bit nervous – about what the other colt had in store.

	Fenn led Sarin to a small brook in the woods, just at the edge of centaur territory. Beyond it was the deep woods, parts of the forest too dangerous for any centaur, let alone a foal to wander. His dad told him often about stories of hunters hunting centaurs and eating them. Fenn had never believed such stories, of course; he had wandered out past the brook many a time, and all he saw was birds and deer.

	"I-I, um, was watching some older boys by the pond from afar," said Fenn. He kept his gaze down to the ground, awash with embarrassment. "They, uh, did things to each other and they really, really liked it. I-I thought maybe we could try it, if you wanted."

	"What kind of things?" asked Sarin.

	Fenn looked around nervously. "Um, m-my mom said they were grown-up things and not for little colts like us. B-But it looked really easy, a-and it sounded like it felt really nice."

	Sarin frowned. "Um, are we gonna get in trouble?"

	Fenn shook his head. "Not if my mom doesn't see. That's why I wanted to do it secretly." Fenn shifted around awkwardly. "U-Um, the f-first thing they did is one of them, uh, kissed the other on his... p-penis."

	Sarin eyes widened as Fenn bashfully spread his himd legs open, exposing the full of his sheath and balls to Sarin. Slowly, Sarin made his way over to Fenn, bending beneath him to get a closer look at his junk. "Just kisses? That's it?" asked Sarin.

	"W-Well, that's the first part of it," said Fenn.

	Sarin pressed his face up against Fenn's sheath, taking in a big whiff of his friend's scent. "It smells... warm..." he murmured, entranced with the sight of Fenn's pouch and the heavy weight of his sheath against him. He took in another breath of Fenn's musk. Before Sarin knew it, he was drooling.

	Sarin pressed his lips to Fenn's sheath, kissing gently on its tip as Fenn shuddered in response. Sarin could hear him moaning softly as the colt ran his tongue over his friend's penis, watching curiously as it proceeded to stiffen and grow in response, swinging from side to side as Fenn shuffled nervously. "Ah... O-Oh, Sarin, y-you're doing really good..." whimpered Fenn, his dick slapping up against his belly as he approached full mast. His tip flared and drooled expectantly, and Sarin continued to run his tongue along the shaft of Fenn's cock. Sarin gave it small, sweet kisses along its length as he made his way over to its head, sniffing at it and licking up the strange liquid that was dripping out. "It's salty!" said Sarin excitedly, lapping up more and more as his friend started to buck his hips in response. "D-Does it feel good?"

	"Y-Yeah," Fenn whined, pushing his dick up against Sarin's face like a needy stallion in heat. "U-Uh – Oh! Mh! – T-There was another thing I saw them do t-that looked really fun... U-Um, here, lemme try something."

	Reluctantly, Sarin pulled himself away from Fenn's leaky cock. It was then Sarin noticed that his penis has gotten hard as well, the two colts dripping at their tips and blushing heavily from all the excitement. Fenn pulled himself around to face Sarin's rear, and Sarin looked back at him inquisitively.

	"C-can you stick your butt out for me?" Fenn asked.

	"Uh, s-sure!" said Sarin, bending over gently as he lifted his hind legs as high as they could go, his tail swishing out of the way to expose his puffy, soft donut to Fenn. Fenn leaned over and pressed his face up against Sarin's taint, taking a long, hard whiff that made Sarin shiver with inexplicable delight. Fenn slowly ran his tongue up along Sarin's flank before sliding it all around Sarin's protruding hole, causing Sarin's to squrim and his cock to leak even more. Fenn kissed Sarin's donut gingerly and messily, drool gathering on his chin and dribbling down onto Sarin's balls. "W-Wait!" said Sarin, red in the face, "T-that's my butthole!"

	Fenn pulled himself off Sarin's flank, panting and wiping his face as he watched the colt's needy, saliva-smeared donut wink open in wanting. "Does it feel good?" asked Fenn.

	Sarin shuffled, his penis warm and thumping. He bit his lip nervously. "Y-Yeah... Is that bad?"

	Fenn shook his head. "Nuh-uh. He really liked it when the other boy did this." He leaned back over, suckling on Sarin's butt as he pushed his tongue onto the entrance of his hole, wiggling it around softy. Sarin squirmed in delight and moaned as his cock thudded up against his stomach. "Mh! Ah! O-Oh!"

	Suddenly, Sarin felt Fenn's hooves stretch over his back as his friend mounted his flank and wrapped his arms tightly around Sarin's chest, panting and moaning breathily into his ear. Sarin felt something poke at his butt. "A-After he got it all wet back there, h-he put... Um... H-his, uh, you know... C-Could I?"

	Sarin nodded egregiously, feeling his own cock grow stiffer as he grinded his butt up against Fenn and helped him line his penis up against his puffy little hole. As Fenn's cock flared and pressed on Sarin's donut, he took Sarin's face into his hands. "C-Can I – Can we, um, kiss? Like, uh, like the messy way? They really seemed to like it…"

	"I-I thought that was for mommies and daddies only," said Sarin, watching as Fenn humped against his rear, his cock grinding up against the outside of Sarin's hole, desperate to push through. Sarin wanted to feel it inside him.

	"I-I guess friends can do it too," squeaked Fenn. The two foals leaned in close to one another, hot breath on each other's faces, before giving one another a very brief, juvenile peck on the lips – and then, as if on instinct, lolling out their tongues against one another, drooling into each other's mouths and moaning in desperate tandem. Sarin could feel the head of Fenn's dick, needy and wanting, pressing over and over against his butt, trying so hard to push its way inside him.

	Suddenly, a voice cried out from afar. "Sarin? Fenn? What are you two doing?"

	In an instant, Fenn pulled his tongue out from Sarin's mouth, a string of saliva stuck between the two of them. "Ah! It's my mom! Quick, run!"

	Fenn awkwardly dismounted from Sarin's rear, his cock flopping about as the colt picked up speed and raced for the deeper forest. Sarin, too afraid to say no, raced after him, and soon enough the two colts were galloping aimlessly into the woods, no sure idea where they were headed.

	Sarin was much slower than Fenn. Fenn, graceful and fit, was already leagues ahead of Sarin, who could barely keep pace. "Fenn, slow down!" called out Sarin, "I'm gonna lose you!"

	"There's a stream over this way! Meet me there!" cried Fenn, but before Sarin could object, he was gone. Sarin slowed to a trot, trying to catch his breath. He looked around at the deep, conquering sea of green which surrounded him; he was suddenly all alone.

	Slowly and cautiously, Sarin tried to follow what he presumed to be Fenn's path, looking over his shoulder nervously as the sun slowly set above him. "Fenn?" he cried. "I-I'm really scared, Fenn. Please come back!"

	Suddenly, Sarin felt a painful tug on his ankles, and hit the ground with a heavy thud. "Ow!" Sarin whined, his soft face smattered with dirt. The colt tried to lift himself back up to his hooves, but felt something hold his legs back. He looked down at his hooves and saw a rope had tied itself tight around them, bounding his four legs together and restraining him. Panic began to set in, and Sarin looked around nervously. "H-Hello?" he cried out timidly, "Fenn, are you there? C-Can someone help me?"

	Somewhere off in the distance, Sarin heard a trio of voices laughing and snorting, followed by the jingling and clanging of armor. He felt the rope tug once more, and suddenly he was being dragged roughly across the grass, towards the ominous voices. The frightened boy reached desperately for the knot with his open hands, but to no avail; he wriggled and kicked as much as he could, but the rope was on far too tight. "H-Help! Fenn, help me!" Sarin yelled, but nobody answered.

	"Looks like we caught a live one this time," snickered one of the voices. It was gruff and booming, and Sarin knew immediately that it meant only danger. The centaur watched in horror as three large, imposing boars poked out from the bushes, approaching him with hungry grins.

	"Heh, good timing. I was starting to miss the feeling of a warm piece of meat," chortled another. "My, my, this one's real young, ain't it, captain?"

	The captain of the trio put a hand to his crotch, fondling his junk through his pants as he looked down at the helpless colt. "Youngest I've seen, that's for sure."

	"Is it a boy or a girl?" asked the last of the three, already pulling his pants down to his ankles, his thick, sweaty boar cock dripping with cruel anticipation.

	Slowly, the captain trodded his way over to Sarin, who was feverishly trying to back himself away. His hands were scarcely strong enough to pull the rest of his weight along, especially after such a fall. "P-Please don't eat me," begged Sarin, "I don't wanna die. I-I'm scared…"

	The pigs all laughed in unison. "Aw, poor thing," said the captain, gripping Sarin's bound bundle of hooves with his pudgy, rough hand. He pulled the boy close to him, and Sarin caught a strong whiff of his filthy, pungent musk. "We aren't gonna eat you, kid. We're bandits. We take things, that's what we do." He yanked on Sarin's tail, causing Sarin to yelp in pain. He examined Sarin's flank, licking his lips; he ran a finger against the colt's puffy little butthole, causing Sarin to shiver. "It's a boy," called out the captain, "shame, too. Real soft hole on this one. Can only imagine his cunt would be even better."

	"I-I don't have anything for you to take," whimpered Sarin, squirming uncomfortably as the bandit captain squished and toyed with his butt. Sarin whined with discomfort. "P-Please, I wanna go home now."

	Grinning, the bandit captain pushed his thumb against Sarin's hole, trying to force it in dry. Sarin writhed and grimaced in discomfort, his tight, virgin donut resisting greatly. "Actually, there is something we can take..." growled the captain, pulling down his pants. His huge, musky cock flopped out onto the colt's taint, oozing precum onto Sarin's butt. It pulsed and twitched eagerly as the captain brought its tip down to Sarin's hole, pressing against it with the sloppy tip of his foreskin. "Hold him down, boys!" shouted the captain.

	As the two other bandits circled in on the colt, Sarin knew something terrible was about to happen. He tried to push the captain off of him, but the boar, easily over 300 pounds, simply laughed as Sarin's hands pressed hopelessly against the boar's chest. "Haha! Look at the little slut feel up my tits! He was born for this!" laughed the captain.

	Sarin felt a hand grab at his legs, throwing him around roughly as another bandit sat himself squarely above Sarin's head, holding down the boy's shoulder as the bandit captain disrobed in full. He was a hairy, barrel-chested, fat-bellied man, and he stunk like nothing Sarin had ever had the misfortune of smelling before. He yanked on Sarin's wrists with a painful tug, forcing the colt's hands back onto his breasts. "Ow!" Sarin cried, "Let me go!"

	"Shut it, whore!" shouted the captain, and Sarin felt the bandit above him grab onto his face and shove it down hard into the dirt, causing tears to well up in his eyes. "This is what you wanted, yeah? To feel up a real man's tits like the little slut you are?" The captain snorted and groaned with perverse delight as he forced the foal's hands around, his hips starting to buck in the air as he rubbed his nipples against the boy's thumbs.

	"W-What are you talking about?" whimpered Sarin, spitting out the dirt that had gotten into his mouth. "I-I'm not a s-slut, I-I don't even know what that is!"

	"Aw, man," chuckled the captain, "you really are a young one. How old are you, meat? Answer me."

	"U-Um, eight," replied Sarin meekly, "I-I'm still just a colt."

	Suddenly, Sarin felt the bandit captain's cock twitch and squirt against his hole. The captain let out a long, breathy grunt. "God, fuck! Say that again, slut!"

	Confused and terrified, Sarin obliged. "I-I'm eight. J-Just a colt still."

	Again, the captain's dick twitched and sputtered, the tip flaring aggressively as the captain humped the air wildly. "Fuck! Only eight and I'm gonna steal your fucking virginity! This is gonna be the best fuck of my life!"

	"T-The best what?" asked Sarin. He watched as all three of the boars started to pant and moan eagerly, their cocks leaking and dripping in wait.

	The captain opened up his snout and let his thick, slimy drool drip down onto his cock, stroking it up and down eagerly as he pressed up against Sarin's donut once more. He grabbed onto Sarin's bound legs and looked the colt dead in the eyes. "Here," said the captain, "I'll show you."

	With a hard thrust and a hideous snort, the bandit captain shoved his cock inside Sarin's hole, the plush, gentle rim of the centaur's butt being stretched to its utter limits without any warning. Sarin let out a shriek of pain and tried to pull his rear away from the boar, but the captain's tight grasp on his legs and the hands holding his face to the ground meant the colt was stuck in place, spasming and squirming to no avail. Loud, sweaty plaps reverberated throughout the whole forest as Sarin's butt was brutally assaulted by the bandit's cock, each forceful hump pushing further and further into the boy's gut. The captain squealed in delight as his heavy balls slapped against Sarin's rump with each labored thrust, the other two bandits snickering and panting as they watched their leader rape away at the colt's fuzzy rear. "Fuck me! It's wetter than a cunt in here!"

	the young centaur groaned and whined as the bandit captain pounded away at his tight little butt, hands gripping the sides of his lithe, velvety flank. Sarin wriggled around, hooves tied together firmly in the air, reaching his hands out desperately to try and push his assailant away, but to no avail. The bandit captain grunted ferociously as he fucked Sarin's puffy donut, taking deep pleasure in the way the boy's hole winked and squelched with every thrust. He took hold of Sarin's hind legs and pulled them forcefully, his cock shoving down to its hilt inside Sarin's hole as the centaur's legs dangled and shook in his arms. "Fuck! This brat's got a tight little cunt, doesn't he?" shouted the bandit captain.

	"Ah! Ngh! S-Stop!" squealed Sarin, hands flailing. He reached up meekly for the bandit that was holding his face down in the dirt, only to have his hands grabbed and his face slapped hard.

	"Stupid bitch!" said the voice from above him. He watched as the bandit reached down and pulled his pants to his knees, his fat, dripping cock bouncing out and looming menacingly over Sarin's face. "Fuck, I can't wait any longer to try out our new meat. So fresh, heh... Open your mouth, boy!"

	The bandit rubbed at Sarin's face with his cock, but the boy kept shut, turning his face away and wincing. After another hard slap to the face, though, Sarin cautiously opened his mouth. The bandit gripped Sarin's face by his chin and shoved his dick down the centaur's throat, pushing up against his snaggletoothed smile and coating his cock in spit. "Fuck yeah, that's more like it!" exclaimed the bandit. Without warning, he began to facefuck Sarin as hard as possible, grabbing onto the colt's hair and forcing him up and down as much of the length of his cock as he could fit in there. Sarin gagged and spat, tears welling in his eyes and all six of his limbs wriggling around in desperation.

	Meanwhile, the bandit captain had given no pause to his treatment of Sarin's ass. The weighty boar was mounted atop the foal now, legs spread wide and boots dug into the ground, utterly manhandling the young centaur's hips as he dug his nails in and relentlessly pounded away. Sarin's butt was turning red and sore from the constant skin-to-skin assault on his rear, his hole so loose and numb from the onslaught that he could hardly even tell what he was feeling. "Gh! Hrgh! Fuck!" groaned the captain, "Wonder – ngh! – if it's possible to get a bitch like you pregnant! Hah!"

	Suddenly, the third boar, smiling and licking his chops, reached his hand down to Sarin's ass, rubbing the rim of the foal's ruined hole as the captain continued to fuck away. "Heh, so soft..." he remarked, squishing it around between his fingers. With a devious smirk, he pushed three of his fingers into Sarin's asshole, pushing up against the captain's hard cock and stretching Sarin open even further. The achy numbness that had overtaken Sarin's butt disappeared in a flash, and suddenly it felt like Sarin has just been broken open for the first time all over again. He tried to scream, but with a cock stuffed so deep down his little foal throat all he could do was gag and retch. The bandits all laughed at the sounds of his frightened gargling. "Aw, what's wrong, boy?" said the bandit fingering him, "Not having any fun?"

	Suddenly, the bandit pulled his fingers out from Sarin's hole, the tight band of his donut snapping back down onto the captain's dick. He raised his hand up into the air, still slick and dripping, and spanked Sarin as hard as possible, the centaur's plush, russet butt turning bright red and pulsing with pain. Sarin made another nasty retching sound as his legs squirmed around uselessly. The bandit spanked him again and again, harder and harder, grinning with perverse delight as the foal tried his best not to vomit with each thrust to his labored throat. Tears streaked down the sides of Sarin's face, falling to the grass below like dew as his cheeks – both sets – burned red and raw.

	"Hey now, no crying! Naughty boys get spanked!" shouted the bandit, still slapping away at Sarin's ass. "And you are one naughty fucking boy, you little slut!" Finally removing his hand from Sarin's flank, the bandit gripping the base of Sarin's sheath, curling his fingers around the foal's balls as he shook his junk around. "What, not hard? I thought slutty little mares like you loved this shit."

	Sarin felt a strange, warm, tingling sensation grow in his loins. Slowly, his little cock began to push its way out of its sheath, his tip flaring and pulsing with every thrust from the two bandits spit-roasting him. Pre dribbled out from his penis onto his furry stomach, and the bandit smirked menacingly. He spanked Sarin again, and despite his continued retching, the boy's cock twitched in response. "There we are," said the bandit, "that's the slut I knew you were…"

	The bandit captain bucked his hips, moaning and grunting with each thrust. "Hngh! Oh fuck! Wonder if – gh, fuck – you can make him cum like that!"

	Sarin looked up at him with fear, whimpering. The bandit smirked, and another hard spank caused Sarin's cock to start drooling. "Hah!" laughed the bandit, "looks like I can!"

	Spank after spank, the bandit continued to assault Sarin's rump, his soft little colt butt burning with each strike. The harder the bandit hit him, the harder Sarin cried – and the more his little horse cock throbbed in response. Just then, the bandit captain grabbed Sarin's legs and tugged on them sharply, forcing his ass up into the air. He dug his nails even further into Sarin's butt, causing little trickles of blood to seep out onto the soft grass below. "If you're gonna cum," growled the captain, "so am I!"

	Suddenly, Sarin felt the bandit captain's cock drive itself even deeper into his hole, pressing its way through his virgin guts and slamming up against his sensitive young prostate. To his horror, Sarin felt his muffled whimpers turn into soft, shocked moans. His dick wobbled around with every thrust, spurting precum all over his chest and even getting it on his face. "I think our mare likes it!" said the bandit captain. Soon enough, the captain was pounding Sarin's butt twice as hard and twice as fast, groaning loudly with pleasure as the boy's hole struggled to keep up. Puddle after puddle of precum piled up on Sarin's tummy, the stream so endless that the foal felt like he was practically peeing.

	"Hnghh! Holy fuck, this kid is good!" moaned the bandit who was fucking Sarin's throat, trying to push the last several inches of his dick down Sarin's mouth despite the boy's resistance. "Keep choking on it, you little whore, I'm almost there!"

	Sarin felt the head of the bandit's cock bulge against the back of his throat, each slam causing him to gag uncontrollably. He tried in vain to push back against the bandit's dick with his tongue, trying to form a wall between its tip and his throat, but all it managed to do was lube up his assailant's penis even more. Smiling deviously, the bandit pulled his hips back and thrusted hard against Sarin, pushing the colt's head with a rough shove that yielded an end to Sarin's futile resistance. The centaur felt his stomach churn as the bandit's cock plunged down the length of his throat, his face and nose pressed up firmly against the bandit's musky crotch as the last few inches of his rapist forced their way inside him. Sarin clawed at the dirt below him as his throat spasmed and gurgled. He dry heaved and retched horribly as the bandit humped away, snot dribbling out of his nostrils as the pungent, unwashed stench of the bandit's hairy loins violated his nose. Despite this all, Sarin's stiff little penis continued to bounce and leak eagerly, painting himself and the earth around him with his fluids. The spanking and pounding against his ass had not relented even slightly, and the more his hole burned and his cheeks stung, the more his dick flared and grew.

	"Mmph! Ah! Fuck, his throat's even tighter than any cunt I've had!" grunted the bandit above him, who was panting like a dog as he squished Sarin's face up against the base of his cock. "Hngh! Gh! Bet I can make it even tighter!"

	Sarin watched as the bandit raised his hand and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a burning feeling run across his already pained cheeks, and his throat clenched down on the dick deep inside it. "Fuck yeah! Now he's fucking milking me!" shouted the bandit, his panting tongue dripping drool all over Sarin's sore little face. Much to the colt's chagrin, another slap came down, followed by another, and then another, until his face and ass were burning in tandem. He gagged and heaved more and more as the relentless assault continued, his whole body shaking and spasming in pain.

	All the heavy heaving had forced his throat to open even more, however, and soon enough the bandit was humping him even more fervently, treating the boy's throat like a warm, tight fleshlight. "God, those sounds!" remarked the captain, "Keep making him gag! I'm gonna fucking bust!"

	Just when Sarin thought it couldn't get any worse, he felt a hand take hold of his two little equine ears, bunching them together and tugging them hard. The bandits continued to smack his face and his ass, and both of his holes felt like they were being pushed to their absolute limit of abuse. Sarin's throat made sounds he didn't even know it could make, his spit gurgling and bubbling as it poured out of his mouth with every thrust and coated his chin and neck. With his free hand, the bandit who was spanking his rear clenched his fist around Sarin's cock tight enough that it ached and jerked him off forcefully and rapidly, the colt's precum flying all over as a rush of dopamine absolutely rattled its way through his juvenile brain. Sarin began to gag and moan in equal measure, utterly overwhelmed by this new feeling. He felt his loose, wet horse hole begin to pulse uncontrollably as his cock twitched over and over again, signalling to the bandit captain to once again ramp up his utter pummeling of the former-virgin's flank. The captain's jaw hung open as he snorted and shouted like a wild animal, his boar tail bouncing as he humped the boy faster and faster, demolishing Sarin's fragile prostate. At Sarin's other end, the bandit forced his head down into the dirt and brought the whole of his weight on top of him, suffocating the centaur near-entirely save for the ever-too-brief reprieves between each pounding thrust down his mouth. "Guh! Huh! Bgh! Gh!" groaned Sarin, his throat raw and sloppy.

	The hand around Sarin's cock shifted down to the base of his shaft, holding his needy dick upwards as it throbbed and begged for release. The bandit who had been jerking him off took his other hand away from Sarin's butt, so raw and sore that the red handprints had turned into bruises and even split the skin, and began to smack Sarin's penis with all the force he could muster, beating the flared tip of the boy's cock as hard as he could. Sarin sobbed and moaned as he felt the burn of the slap sear his cock as the bandit captain pounded against his prostate with all of his might. As his little cock swung around from the force of the hit, Sarin's legs squirmed and writhed, and suddenly, a thick, white stream of cum spurted out, coating Sarin and his assailants in warm, sticky foal cum. Another slap led to another spurt of cum, and then another, cumshot after cumshot fountaining out from Sarin as his cock was abused beyond his limits. As he came, his donut gripped tightly onto the bandit captain's cock, and with one loud, snarling thrust, Sarin felt his stomach flood with his rapist's virile seed, leaking out all over the grass below them and causing his belly to gently bulge from the build-up. "Hgh! F-Fuck! Look at that, the mare's pregnant!" shouted the captain triumphantly.

	The bandit atop Sarin's face, not intent to miss out on the fun, pressed down further on the boy, smothering him entirely, leaving no room for Sarin to breathe as he bucked over and over again into the deepest reaches of the colt's throat. The pig huffed, snorted, and squealed as he destroyed Sarin's maw, his nasty, rancid sweat dripping down his thighs and all over Sarin's face as the boy, far too weak to fight back, tried in vain to push the bandit off of him. The bandit groaned and squeezed Sarin's head between his thighs, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as Sarin, breathless and suffocating, shook fearfully beneath him. "Ghh! God, tighter! I'm gonna nut!" snarled the bandit. Hungry to finish, he raised his fist and brought it down on Sarin's balls, causing Sarin to shriek out his remaining air, his throat clamping down on the boar's sweaty cock. Just as Sarin was about to pass out, another punch to his balls shot his body full of adrenaline, startling him back to consciousness and forcing him to stay awake as his lungs burned for air. The bandit squealed in delight, blow after blow being delivered to the colt's junk, his friend still slapping and smacking around the boy's shaft despite Sarin having run dry. "Hngh! Ngh! God, yes! Yes! Milk it, bitch, milk it!" snorted the boar.

	With one last slam down onto his package, Sarin's throat painfully gave in, contracting tightly around the bandit's dick as Sarin felt a fat, slimy load hit the furthest reaches of his throat, only for it to shoot back up and come out through his nostrils. Lost in ecstasy, the bandit remained pinned on top of Sarin's face, his arms flailing weakly as he gasped and choked. After all too long of a minute, the boar lifted his rear and slid his cock out from Sarin's throat, slapping his dick against the boy's face one last time to really put the colt in his place.
	
	At last, the assault seemed to be over. Sarin, confused, aching, and frightened, began to sob relentlessly. Tears, snot, and cum streamed down the young foal's face in equal measure, his loud, gulping cries causing the bandits to chuckle amongst each other as they fondled the boy viciously.
	
	"My, my," said the captain, "he really is a mare. Even cries like a woman would after a nice, hard fuck. Hope you like the little piglets I stuffed up your cunt, bitch."
	
	"P-Please let me go," Sarin whimpered, sniffling and shaking as he pressed his hands to his raw, pained face. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I just wanna go home."
	
	The bandit captain smirked. "Aw, sweet boy, isn't he? Almost makes you feel bad for him." He grabbed Sarin by his hind legs, pulling him closer once more. "Sure, lad, we'll let you go home… After each of us has had another go at your tight little ass."
	
	Sarin bit his lip, trying to fight back the tears as the bandits circled around him, swapping positions with one another. The bandit captain sat himself down at the colt's head, his still-erect cock dangling over the little centaur, cum dripping down onto his forehead.
	
	"Better hope you're able to last long enough, slut, or you're never seeing home again."