Depraved Tales for Disgusting Perverts

Thunderlane laughed to himself as he slid the lubricated condom over his shaft. Sometimes bitches made it too easy. He checked the bathroom door one last time. Still locked. Between the 'out-of-order' sign he'd slapped on the front, and the spare set of keys his foul janitor friend had loaned him, he knew he wouldn't be interrupted.

His mare was kneeling over the toilet, bracing herself with her arms on the seat, groaning softly. He had already hiked up her red miniskirt and pulled down her panties to feel up her cunt, and though she'd squirmed and mewled, the cream-colored fur on her back shifting as she shuddered, all she'd had the strength to mutter was:

"use c'ndom..."

He walked over to her, picked her up, and pushed her back up against the stall door. She was still conscious, but her eyes were unfocused, and she couldn't stop her bob of icy-blue mane falling into her face. He grabbed the collar of her low-cut top and yanked downwards, her pert tits pushing out as he did. He held her neck with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other, feeling the barest hint of involuntary moisture, He was close enough to smell her perfume, and the hint of vodka and olive on her breath.

Thunderlane couldn't help but laugh again as he groped the semi-conscious mare. When he hadn't been able to score any hoofies, he thought he'd be going home tonight with his dick dry. All he had at home was a tiny bottle of GHB - while effective, it tasted like concentrated salt and plastic fumes, and even the dumbest slut would know something was up if he dosed a cider or a fruity cocktail.

But then this idiot in front of him was downing dirty Martinis, full of olive brine, gin and salt. The one drink nasty enough to disguise the taste of GHB, and this whore picked it. He couldn't believe his luck. He bet she couldn't believe hers, either.

He reached down and hiked up one of her legs until her ankle was on his shoulder. The mare - Coco, he remembered - wasn't particularly flexible and winced from the strain, helplessly trying to find footing with her other leg, her pelvis slipping forward to try to ease the pain. This movement had the unintended benefit of spreading her pussy and lining it up with his cock.

Thunderlane slammed balls-deep in a single thrust.

"Ah." Coco's cry was soft, no louder than a hiss of pain from tweezing a hair.

He held himself there for a moment, revelling in the tight caresses of Coco's twat. Her vaginal walls clamped down on him, not particularly hot between the condom and the fact that she was utterly unaroused, but still delightful. If he'd wanted heat, he could have gone for her back hole, but he didn't feel like it tonight. He wanted something more romantic.

Instead of pulling out, he rocked his body forward, trying to push even deeper inside her. She didn't cry out, but he saw the tell-tale grimace of pain as the tip of his cock rammed against her cervix. Mares had told him that being rammed too hard there felt like a punch to the gut, but on the other hand, it was a somewhat pleasant sensation for the flare of his cock. A little pleasure for him won out against a lot of pain for a slut any day of the week. He rammed forward several more times until Coco began to whine softly, then pulled out to the tip before thrusting in and out smoothly.

Coco's body dripped with sweat. She squirmed as if trying to escape, but lacked the awareness to even push against him. When he'd seen her at the bar, he'd thought she had the most innocent and most cute face he'd ever seen. Seeing that same face slack from drugs, contorting with pain and confusion, was impossibly adorable to him. His hips slapped against hers as he fucked her, and he wanted to kiss her pretty lips, but didn't dare for fear of consuming his own date-rape drug. He settled instead for licking her face, slobbering over her cheeks, and couldn't help but bite her neck hard enough to leave a hickey when her pussy clamped down on him.

He felt his orgasm approaching, and increased his speed. The stall wall creaked and shuddered as he slammed into her, her whole body shaking with force as he pummelled in and out like a boxer on a speed-bag. He grabbed her hair with one hand and her tit with the other, digging his fingers in and squeezing hard enough to leave an ugly set of bruises. Just as he felt his balls clench, he had a sadistic thought.

Grinning, he pulled out until only the very tip was inside her, then grabbed his shaft in a tight fist. He thrust back into her, not letting go of his grip, until he felt the tell-tale flick of his condom snapping, then released and thrust all the way in.

"Got a special surprise for you, bitch," he whispered into her ear, and then came.

A shudder ran through his hips as the first spurt filled her. He hadn't blown his load in a week, and now every drop of cum was desperately coursing through him to fill up the pretty mare, the one whose only plea upon facing her impending rape was to beg for a condom. Somehow, Thunderlane doubted she was on the pill. He gave a few half-thrusts, feeling his warm cum ooze out around his dick and flow down to his balls. He hadn't felt a cumshot this powerful since the last time he'd raped a mare.

He stayed there for a while, nibbling on her neck and ear as she whimpered incoherently, feeling his shaft soften inside her. He unhooked her leg from his shoulder, pulled away and set her down, sitting in a head with her head back, resting on the toilet seat. Her arms flailed uselessly for a moment before falling to her sides. Stepping back, he looked down at her to admire the devastation.

Her eyeshadow ran down her face in trails from her quiet tears, and the fur on her cheek, neck, and ears was sticky from his saliva. Her tits flopped out of her top, bruises already showing through the thin cream fur where he'd mauled and squeezed them, The leg that he'd stretched upward twitched pathetically, and a river of pink-tinted jizz flowed from her pussy, still stretched open a half-inch. He smiled. Fucking a mare hard enough to bleed always felt like an achievement. One last thing to do.

He ran his fingers up his soft cock and along his balls, until he'd collected up all the cum he'd spilled on them. He walked over to Coco, held her mane with his clean and, and forced his cum-covered fingers into her mouth.

"Eat up, bitch."

She whined, moving her tongue against him more as an act of protest than an act of cleaning, but after sloshing his fingers over her tongue, teeth, and gums for half a minute, he was sure that she'd had a good taste. His fingers clean, he turned, walked to the door, and took out the keys.

Then he stopped. He felt a pressure on his bladder. He couldn't exactly walk back in after he'd left, not with his victim waiting to be found! He turned and walked toward the urinals.

Then he stopped again. An evil grin spread across his face.

"Oh Coco," he whispered, standing over her as he aimed his soft cock.

She looked up at the mention of her name, eyes glazed. "Yhm?" she murmured.

Thunderlane let loose with a stream of hot, yellow piss. It hit her directly between the eyes, the foul liquid darkening her coat, covering her liberally as he shifted his stream to soak her face. She blinked and sputtered pathetically, but didn't have the presence of mind to shut her mouth or her eyes. His bladder was mightily full, enough to drench her mane until it was wringing wet and plastered to her head, before going down her body to soak her bruised tits, her ripped clothes, and even splash against her well-fucked slit. He returned to her face as the pressure weakened, and could only regret that GHB interfered with memory. He wanted this innocent little cunt to remember being used as a urinal for the rest of her life.

He pinched the end of his dick before the last spurts came out, and forced the tip between Coco's lips. The last of his piss filled her mouth, though she stayed there, not swallowing or spitting it out. He withdrew his cock, pinched her lips together, and held her nose.

"Flush," he said. His cock twitched as she swallowed his piss.

Thunderlane zipped his jeans back up, whistling with contentment as Coco slumped on the floor, rivulets of piss running down her face and tits, still leaking cum from her freshly-raped cunt.

His work here was done.