The arguing group of stallions

Since Ian was supposed to look after the farm, he should look after their residents as well, and stop them if they ever try to fight each other like those two muscular stallions. So he left the farmhouse porch and went to the group of angry horses.

„You broke it! How the fuck did you managed to break it?” An incredibly big, muscular Stallion covered in bright brown fur, wearing some incredibly tight black leather pants that could barely contain his immense bulge in the front, screamed at another Stallion that had the same issue with his pants.

„Don't go screaming at me, while YOU broke our scratching post!” The other stallion, a completely black furred one, barely a few inches smaller than the first horse, with hips so big, that Ian wondered how he fits through ordinary doors, screamed back at the first screaming Stallion.

„It's a pole! You can literally use any other pole! But not-”

„Hey, hey.” Ian got between the two muscular horses, and pushed them away from each other, before they could start throwing punches. „What's going on here?”

The two, incredibly muscular stallions looked down at the white kitty, that had a palm on each of their chests, trying to keep them separated. They ignored Ian's question and huffed angrily, before moving back closer together until their heads clashed. Ian's puny body getting squished between their strapping chests.

„Well, if it isn't our new caretaker~.” Another stallion, a completely white one, also extremely well built with a bottom that would spark jealousy, stood on a bench looking at three of them, with an awfully big smirk. The moment the two stallions heard what the third one said, they moved back, freeing Ian from getting squeezed even further between their big bodies.

„This fat ass fucker, and his fat ass broke our scratching post!” The black stallion pointed at the other horse, completely ignoring the fact that Ian barely recovered from being squashed between them.

„Again, it's a fucking pole! Just use another! Also, mr. Crazy dick over here” He pointed back at the black horse. „Broke our humping slab! What the hell are suppose to fuck now?”

Ian finally had room to breathe, and hearing their complaints, he asked a little confused. „So, you're mad because your fuck toy broke, and you're mad because you've got nothing to scratch your ass with?”

„That is exactly right.” The white stallion nodded, joining their conversation without bothering to get off the bench. „And since you're our caretaker for the week, that means you've got to fix this.” He pointed at the little kitty, the other two stallions thought for a second, then looked down at Ian, waiting for him to confirm it.

„Oah, oah. I'm not supposed to make any changes on the farm! Even if it's some simple repairs.” Ian tried to lie so he could avoid manual labour, and touching anything that the horses used for their pleasures.

„That might be true.” The white stallion responded. He got up from his bench and approached Ian as well. The white kitty now had three big, incredibly thick and muscular stallions, inches away from him, looking down at him with a serious, almost demanding look on their faces. „But that doesn't mean you can't do some 'temporary' replacements, until our real caretaker comes back. Plus you'll do just fine~” The white horse giggled maniacally.

„W-what!? Me?” Ian exclaimed confused.

„Yeah, you.” The white stallion clarified. „You've got a great ass we can use, and you have a pretty little face that seems just the right size to use to scratch our butts with.” Ian stared horrified, at the big bodies of the stallions, and their interested looks on their faces. They were almost a foot taller than him, way wider and stronger too. If something made of wood couldn't stand them, what makes his puny body any different? „Of course, all willingly. We aren't forcing you.” The white Stallion continued talking, looking down at the terrified boy. „But, you want to make your granny proud, right? I mean, she barely talks about you. Maybe if you show her that you're 'reliable', then maybe she won't forget you anymore.”

The white stallion was kinda right, the whole reason Ian came here, was to show his gran-gran that he can be trusted with the farm and its responsibilities. But having his body willingly violated by a couple of enormous stallions for the entire week, if he somehow survives the first day, seemed way too excessive.