Mox had picked him out if all the stallions in the rodeo, and there were quite a few to chose from. But this one… Mox had never seen a stallion so big. He was easily a head or two above most stallions, which made him about three over little Mox. Clyde, the other stallions called him, or Troubleshoes with some playful familiarity.
 
Mox had found the perfect moment to make his move. There was a major event that drew most of the ponies to the main rodeo, but Clyde headed off to the small barn to change. It was here Mox would do it, here that massive stud would be at his mercy.
 
Mox waited in the barn, already stripped down and nervously sipping a soda. When Clyde entered the dimly lit barn he already had his shirt off. Mox peeked up and licked his lips nervously. By Celestia, his chest was so broad and his muscles thick. Mox’s heart beat rapidly and his breath became shallow as he watched Clyde undo his belt and jeans, pulling the garment off to at and in a pair of plain grey briefs. A enormous bulge strained against this final garment.  
“So big…” Mox breathed, his eyes wide. Mox’s cock pushed free of his sheath and reach maximum hardness by the time Clyde hooked his thumbs in those briefs and began to pull them down. Clyde’s massive shaft flopped out into the open, extended from its shear by still fairly limp. Mox gulped and slipped from his hiding place, approaching the towering stallion unawares. Could he really take down such a massive stallion? Or would the big boy bat him off and throttle him?
 
Clyde dropped to his knees to retrieve something that had fallen out his pockets. Even one his knees Cylde was almost as tall as Mox.
 
This was it, Mox thought excitedly and kept onto Troubleshoes’ back. He was quick to get a chokehold around Clyde’s thick neck, and his nimble hooves wrapped around the bigger stallions midriff. Mox’s rigid shaft pressed hard against Clyde’s back and one of the stallions hands became trapped cupping Mox’s balls.
 
Clyde let out a startled shout that became a hoarse gag, his windpipe being forcefully closed. The big stallion stumbled around on his knees as he tried to get his head around what was happening. He grunted and croaked as he struggled to get air flowing to his lungs freely.
 
Mix wasn’t having any of it, the small stallion pouring all his energy in strangling Troubleshoes. Already sweat of exertion coated both stallions, and Mox’s hoof rubbed against Cylde’s rising cock. “That’s it big boy!” Mox hissed. “Get that shaft up for me!”
 
Clyde was embarrassed at his shaft rising to this dangerous situation. He tried to dislodge Mox but had no success, growing weaker by the moment. Already black spots were forming in his vision, and his lungs burned. Besides his attacker sexually stimulating him, Clyde was also aware of the hot and hard thing his hand was groping and stroking was another stallions cock. Clyde began to convulse and shudder as he went into his death throes.
 
Mox gasped as he felt the huge stallions final moments. He began to hump Clyde’s back and stroke the big boy’s shaft with his hoof more. “That’s it, cum for me big boy! CUM!”
 
And as Clyde let out a throaty moan that rattled off, his cock pulsed and erupted. Thick ropes of stallion spunk spurted up into the air, splattering his chest and tummy. Some of the stallion jizz made it up to Mox’s choking arms. Troubleshoes humiliated himself one last time, it would seem.
 
Mox thrust against Clyde’s back and let out a soft moan, his balls clenching and shaft pulsing as he ejaculated on the other stallions back. Mox shuddered with pleasure, then let out a startled yelp as Cylde fell forwards over a hay bale. He managed to keep his stranglehold on the big stallion, ensuring the big guy was truly dead.
 
Cylde’s hips bounced and shook as he still endured his deathgasm. Mox rode the bounces as both stallions cocks spewed spunk onto Clyde’s thighs and the ground. When Clyde finally stilled (Besides the occasional twitch) Mox stood up and admired the sexy dead stallion butt, conveniently raised for his pleasure.
 
“Now what to do with this sexy dead stallion plot?” Mox asked no one in particular. With a wicked grin he pushed his cock head at Clyde’s puffy ponut.