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The night Eva gave birth to her first and only child, the stable near their mansion would also be welcoming their newest foal. Such coincidence caught them by surprise, as that mare shouldn't be due until the next week, but maybe that was a sign—a relationship that was meant to happen.
This simple coincidence would lead to Dante growing up and finding his best friend not in a human, but in that same horse—Vergil, as Eva had named him for his accurate timing. Even as a small colt, his fur was a shade of gray that rivaled Sparda's own silvery hair, mane a growing cascade of almost pure-white. The horse was introduced to his owner's first son a few months after birth, the baby still easily scared by trivial things around him, let alone such a strange being that insisted on sniffing him. Needless to say their first encounter ended in ear-piercing cries.
As both grew up, Dante now a self-conscious toddler and Vergil an adolescent, they soon found out that such a rocky start could be forgiven in the name of their flourishing relationship.
Though Vergil had a difficult personality. He refused to be ridden or even saddled by a taller and more confident Dante, who would go on and throw a small tantrum beside him, to which he only ever answered with a huff.
That wasn’t to say Vergil disliked Dante—if anything, he seemed to enjoy squabbling with him. In the rare times the boy would spend more than a day without showing up at the stable, one would be able to hear his neighing from several meters away, or from the doorstep—Sparda had to build a few more centimeters into their fence after that. Vergil was weirdly attentive to anything surrounding Dante, to a degree they had never seen from other horses, but Eva simply said he “must feel like an older brother to Dante, since they grew up together! Isn't that cute?”.
As for Dante, his feelings towards the family stallion extended far more than just ownership or friendship. In his youngest years, when Eva would still read stories about princesses and their knights in shining armour, he paid little attention to the heroes or damsels, his only interest in the white horses that strided forth per the prince's requests. Why did no princess ever look their way? Horses were way more charming than the always generic blond! His questions when voiced would only bring laughter from his mother, which greatly confused his young and growing brain.
In the years that followed, Sparda’s son grew into a fine young man, while the family’s stallion became a promising racehorse, gaining special attention even during his early years due to impressive speed and perfectly whitish coating.
By the time Vergil reached seventeen, he was considered a senior and lived in retirement after racing for an impressive nine years, from ages two to eleven. His record-breaking runs made him an adored runner amidst enthusiasts and bidders, bidding farewell from the courses with great fanfare. His only jockey, Sparda, shocked many when also announcing his retirement alongside his last horse.
One particular fan was flabbergasted, sending a barrage of “why?!?”s when his father came home from his ending race. However, Dante was also relieved—he knew how racing horses tended to live with the aftereffects from their campaigns, and soon came to see reason when Vergil's health was cited as the main reason.
Of course, that was several years ago—Dante was now out of school, in this strange limbo that was the period of deciding what step to take next. Thankfully, neither Eva nor Sparda seemed keen in rushing him, allowing him to take the time needed and come to his own conclusions.
The first snow came down the same day he was achieving a personal milestone amidst that strange year: his eighteenth birthday. While most of the anxiety described by young men his age esteemed from fears regarding the future and what-not, Dante had a very particular event he was looking forward to, only made possible by his coming of age.
Morning was full of pleasantries and strawberry-filled sweets; Noon and afternoon marked by extensive family-bonding activities, ending in a chic restaurant that his mother favored and boasted that Dante inherited her fine tastes (though he only did that for her smile, his taste buds were far more attuned to greasy and olive-free pizza). At home, he didn't need further explanations as he went directly to the stable.
His parents were used to waking up and finding Dante's bed cold, only to later find him sleeping right next to Vergil in his stall. Today would be no different, even if Eva hammered his thick skull with remarks about the weather—but they knew today was a shared birthday between their boy and his favored companion.
The only thing they couldn't imagine was that Dante, the moment he set foot inside the stall, would already be undressing under one stallion's fixed gaze.
“Y'know, I've been waiting for this the whole day! All that training, and we're finally here.” His grin stretched across his cheeks, reddened from crisp cold air.
Puberty hit Dante a whole different way. While he could see the appeal in scantily clad women printed in age-restricted magazines, his sexual deviance was already quite strong.
Vergil was the epitome of virility; The stallion's body was torn with muscles, gained from his intensive training as an athlete—posture unfaltering and regal with each step, tail held high as he knew no competitors could stand a chance. His piercing stare could send shivers down even the most courageous man in the room. So, he had no fault when falling for him, even though Vergil was an animal.
The first two years, he tried. He really did! Punishing himself for every inappropriate thought about the heavy pouch that seated under Vergil's belly, about the sticky fluids that were traded for heavy sums. But, at some point, he finally let himself go, understanding that there was no salvation for a wretched being like him.
Shoving the strangest objects he could find up his pussy was the so-called training he had stuck to in the last two weeks, as final preparation to what was to come. Previously, both he and Vergil went through different phases when Dante was still figuring things out, specifically acclimating Vergil to his intimate touch, which… He honestly thought would be harder.
Vergil refused to mount any mare his father had brought from neighbors and interested parties. Even when in estrus, his interest was so scarce he wouldn't even spare the poor horses a glance—that’s why he was sure the touch part would be the hardest. To his surprise, however, Vergil was strangely receptive to all the tries. That part of his mind, way back there, would whisper that it was obvious.
The stallion stood up, giving a few steps until he was face-to-face with Dante, still grinning like an idiot. A small huff, and he directed his muzzle down, rubbing against pale skin.
“'m not that cold,” he laughed, hands snaking up the horse's neck. “actually, I'm burning up, boy. Let's get to it, c'mon.”
To say that he was looking forward to this moment was an understatement. The second he got to his knees, saliva started pooling at his mouth at the mere sight of that horse cock right in front of him. Its length slowly came out from hiding, hanging and facing the floor while glistening under scarce light.
Vergil stomped impatiently, standing still when Dante's mouth made the first contact with his heavy length. It's musky smell immediately invaded his lungs, taking a deep sniff from where he pressed right against the pouch. Another huff, and another stomp.
“Chill, man! Can't let me have my fun even once, yeah?”
His hips bucked, and Dante could only gulp down his saliva. The moment he stood up, Vergil was already nudging him, muzzle once again going down, only for this time to press between his thighs, almost knowing his prize was waiting for him. A long lick was all it took for Dante to get moving, shuddering from excitement.
Vergil's stall was equipped with a sturdy bar, only really useful for what Dante had in mind the moment his dad installed it. Propping himself in the middle, he had no time to think before the whole wood structure trembled from Vergil's weight, getting up in the highest bar with his front legs.
Mouth open, the only sound that came from Dante was a surprised groan, now truly feeling the weight of the stallion's dick against his lower back.
“Holy shit, that's gonna tear me in half, boy.” He said with barely constrained lust, going forward until the cock slipped completely from his backside and now pressed against his already sloppy pussy.
The flat head felt like a lid, covering pretty much all of what he had to offer. After sliding against his clit and almost sending Dante directly into outer space, Vergil finally got it positioned.
“Not gonna fit,” a sigh, as he reached back to pull his lips open. “even if you try to bruteforce that thing, it's not happening. Jus’ a bit and–”
A buck from powerful hips, and the head pierced Dante's entrance like a log. A hard, moisty and very impatient log.
He could only puff out his cheeks, trying and failing to hold in a ridiculous moan as he got torn in half by that monster of a cock. He had no time to adjust, Vergil pushing further and further until he impaled his frail human brother like the breeding mare he should have been.
The air was punched from his guts, stomach feeling sickeningly full and raw. As Vergil neighed, all he could do was try to keep still, even if his legs felt like they were being held by two sticks.
“Hoooooly shiiiii–t” his hips were pulled by the stallion's, cock too tight of a fit to properly be pulled out during his thrusts, his pussy only surrendering a few centimeters before getting fed with more and more. He grasped Vergil's fetlock, hanging on either side of his head like his whole life depended on it as shameful moans slipped like water flowing freely. “That 's it! C'mon, keep fucking that thing inside your little brother!”
Vergil thrusted like crazy, as if he had ever done that. He refused every other mare that was sent his way, only to end up fucking some perverted human that begged to have his womb filled with an animal's jizz, babbling incoherently as fat drops of saliva fell to the ground, feeling his guts get rearranged in order to accommodate the welcome invasor.
What felt like a world-shattering experience to Dante, lasted for around eight thrusts to Vergil. A loud, high-pitched sound came from the stallion before Dante yelped in surprise, hair being held between teeth as his hips stilled, a few centimeters away from his pouch touching the stretched pussy.
No more than two seconds passed, before a strong shot of virile seed reached his womb, coating the reddened insides with sticky white. Dante almost melted, holding on for dear life as his backside pressed against the stallion's belly, stomach getting fuller by the minute.
“Don't pull,” he whispered, throat dry and raspy. And that's exactly what Vergil did, as always.
Pulling back in a futile attempt to free himself, he just forgot about the very strict passage he had shoved himself in. Dante was inevitably pulled along, falling to the floor as Vergil got off the bars.
“Shit, what the hell did I jus’ say–?!”
He was pretty much hanging from Vergil's cock, spine struggling as his hips were held high and the rest of his body collapsed. His entrance was already overflowing with liquid, more spilling as Vergil would simply not stop pumping him full. The violent shots against his womb came to a stop, and by the time they ran out, a small puddle had already formed between Dante's knees.
Dislodge that offending dick from his insides was way more slow than getting it in. Feeling like he had just been hollowed out, his extremely sensitive insides burned as that monster left him. The moment the flat had popped, all of the thick cum still being kept inside flowed out, painting the barn that covered the hard floor.
He rolled to the side, legs falling open and revealing his ruined cunt for their invisible audience and the frigid air. Vergil's cock still hung out for a bit, droplets falling onto Dante's stomach before a small rivulet came from the member sheathing itself, coating his folds.
“Happy birthday, Verge,” the stallion backed out, nudging Dante before descending to lay in a pile of barn. “kinda forgot the cake mom baked you. Sorry for that.”
A whinny, waiting for Dante to crawl beside him to finally close his eyes.