The harsh laughter of the hostess echoed loudly in the far too small kitchen. Why in the world Jenna thought that inviting fifteen people into her two-bedroom house for a pot-luck dinner was a good idea, I'll never know. The middle-aged cougar was part of the local social group and it was her turn to host. Now she could have chose to hold the party at her store downtown, a nice art-gallery with paintings by local artists, some truly ancient sculptures, and soft lounge chairs, which would have been incredible. But instead she had chosen her ramshackle art-deco early 1930's bungalow as the place for the party. Oh yeah, and it as snowing. Not a blizzard, or a soft gentle dusting, no, it was sleeting. I hated sleet. Wet, clingy sleet soaked everything, chilled you to the bone, and looked absolutely depressing in the morning as the ice crystals melted into the mud or freezing solid on the sidewalk making the morning trek to the car a very dangerous one for this hoss.
“I just can't understand the reason why Senator Millens insists that…" Sheena. That was her name. She was a daughter of one of the local businessmen and just kept droning on about politics. 'When in polite company avoid religion, relationships, and politics' was a rule I had learned a long time ago. Well, it was a rule you wanted to follow if you didn't want to piss everyone off, worse yet she wouldn't stop talking. The lynx paused for breath and I tried to get a word in edgewise. “It.."
“So I think that the political dyanamicism of…" She was off on another rant. I nodded absently sipping the red wine. Apparently a nice two sided conversation with the feline was not going to be possible. She was self-absorbed, and inconsiderate. She was also trying to sound smarter than she was. 'Dynamicism' wasn't a word.
It's dynamism…dynamism. So sorry, better luck next time! Tell her what she would have won Johnny! Ooh! Your rapt attention to the subject at hand Eli!
A derisive snort came out of my muzzle before I realized it and I began to shift from one hoof to the other slowly. I was bored, and was really focusing on the fact that Thomas would be coming in tonight from his business trip. Only 27, but now a fairly respected little donkey in the business world. He'd worked hard, coming up from nothing, and he was by far a long way away from the little innocent equine I'd met in college when he was 18 and I was 23.
We had been two young and idealistic equines beginning to face the entirety of reality. Not a recipe for success, but we'd muddled through. I'd worked my way up in my law firm starting the day after graduation, and he'd done the same in finance when he finally landed that job almost a year later. Then we'd moved here to a upcoming historic town on the edge of a large populated metropolis. Nothing like 'gentrification' to improve the resale value while driving out the locals. Still, it was a free society, and while I felt bad for the family of 8 who'd had to move from our fixer-upper because they couldn't find work, that didn't stop me from sinking eighty thousand into renovations to make the 1890's Victorian into a little palace. A retreat for Tom and me.
The soft scent of baked goods wafted over my muzzle. I hated cakes and cookies. Well, not all of them, and hate is a strong word, but when I am in the mood for savory I don't like being around sweets. My nose and lip curled in distaste, ironically, at just the right moment. My feline companion looked slightly offended by my involuntary expression of distaste and stalked off while uttering some nonsense about political views and the rights of the refugees. I really could have cared less. She'd been a terrible conversationalist and I still couldn't figure out if she was pro or con on the issue, not that it mattered really. It's not that I didn't care about politics, just discussing them in what is supposed to be a relaxing social setting was not my thing.
The watch on my wrist read eight pm. Not late enough to go home, but too late to still be here. If I left now I'd look like I wasn't enjoying myself, which, while true, would be rude. I am not rude. There were a good many furs still here roaming around. A few I knew intimately, a few only a little.
Over to the side near the fireplace was Bertrand. The large badger shuffled his feet constantly and was an absolute sweetheart. Recently retired, and looking for a new mate since he'd been single and focused on his career. He was chatting up a rather young canine, a dobbie. The dog's stubby tail began to quiver in excitement when the badger laughed at one of his jokes. I'd be excited too. Bertrand only laughed if he was genuinely impressed with someone's intelligence. Good for him!
Most furs seemed to be listening to an older lion tell an intricate story, so I ducked into the restroom in the small hallway while I had a chance. God knew when or if it would be available when I really had to pee, and us horses are known for really needing to pee. The tiny converted closet was barely big enough for me to move in. It's not that I'm a big guy either. Nah, my dad was the big guy. Broad shoulders, deep chest, thick legs. Not me. No, pretty average looking really. Oh I kept in decent shape, but I was no Adonis. Physical prowess wasn't what kept little Tom at my side or the fillies chasing me when they thought they could snag me. No. I was handsome. I'd never realized as such when I was younger, but experience told me I was. Black and white piebald coat, strong jawline, deep brown eyes, and an easy smile. I also dressed well. It would be a shame to have a handsome hoss look poorly now. Neat trimmed black mane, good clothes, finger hooves shaved properly, and my tail braided. Don't ask me why. It was an affectation I had picked up in college one afternoon and it stuck.
Compared to a lot of the furs at this little soiree I was absolutely dapper, not that any of them were slovenly. Bertrand for instance always wore that damned cardigan sweater and it made him look like a stuffy old college professor. Sheena, the lynx, had been in a nice little evening dress. She'd been pretty and would have been fun to hang around even if she had all the conversational skill of a bed bug.
I sauntered through the cramped living room minding the little knickknacks on the table, keeping my braided tail close to my rump. A few conversations perked my interest, and warranted remarks about local news and goings on. Nothing serious. It was better than sitting at home alone waiting for Tom to come home. It was his birthday and I had promised him a present, yet no little box with a bow sat on the counter at home waiting for him. The longer we were together, the harder it got to pick something appropriate. I'd thought about putting a bow around my waist and giving him a little, ahem, present that way, but it seemed cheesy. What did you get someone like Tom? Watches? Nah, he had plenty of them. Expensive wine? Nope, our rack was replete with fine merlots and chardonnays. Sex toys? We already had a closet full of them. A hunky top? Definitely not. My mane bristled at that. Tom was mine. Oh sure, we'd had threesomes and such in the past, but he was a subby little donkey and liked big strapping hosses and the little jealousy monster in my gut got a rise when I saw him with someone like that, the feeling rankling under my skin. Oh I could pick him up a sweet little lapine I knew here in town. He had a cute little tail and a white spot on his brown pelt just above said tail. Perfect for target practice. But that wouldn't do either. Any present like that and he'd think I was trying to just get something for myself. I had to admit he was right. He was no top, and it would be no treat for him. So what I was I going to do?
After a while it dawned on me that what he'd really like is a vacation. He'd been complaining about the cold weather and having to work over the holidays, and I had to agree that a nice trip somewhere warm would be good. Perhaps to San Diego? The beaches were warmer than the mountainous terrain we were in now. Plus there were a few restaurants he adored there. I sat myself down adroitly in a recently vacated chair and pulled out my phone. My job required a lot of travel and that meant that I had a plethora of points. What better way to say 'I Love You' than with a gift that doesn't cost anything? Well except taxes, handling fees, baggage fees, turn down services and all the other fees companies threw in to make just a little bit more money than necessary.
After the confirmation emails and messages came through I got up and strode around the room making my way to the tiny kitchen again. Another glass of Merlot was calling me. I rummaged on the counter trying to find a non-empty bottle of 'Pinto' (I loved ironic names) just when I heard the high-pitched whinny. It was an equine greeting call. Aha! So. Another horse was here? I didn't know of many in town, besides Tom and me the only other equines were an older couple who lived a few blocks away. They sometimes came to these outings, but this voice was higher pitched than the older mare, and sounded younger.
Intrigued I made my way out of the kitchen and back into the living room and into my own personal hell. Now I may not have said much yet about this, nor even hinted at it, but I'm bisexual. I've been bi my entire life but I don't self-identify to others as bi. Why? It's hard to be bi in a straight or gay world. If you suck dick you're obviously gay. If you mount a filly you're obviously just pretending to be straight or you're straight. There doesn't seem to be an acceptable middle ground. So I figured that picking one side and sticking to it would be a good idea. With that in mind I'd tried the straight life for a few years and found my relationships nice and intriguing but none really clicked in the right way. Then a few years later in college I found Tom, and the sweet little ass had a sweet little ass, and he ticked off so many of life's little check boxes so what was not to like? He liked jazz music, so did I, we both played instruments, we both liked comedy movies, and we really enjoyed each other's company. Oh, and the sex was amazing. So I went with the flow and identified as gay.
The bay filly here was making me regret that decision immediately. She was sleek, with a well-toned body. Her legs were gracefully long without being spindly. She had perfect taste in clothing too. An elegant pair of slacks covered those long legs and shifted easily as she moved. Her top was covered with a simple red sweater that rode a little high, showing off her golden tummy, and her neck was arched and delicate. I wanted to nibble on her mane-nape immediately. Then there were her eyes. Golden brown. Neither hazel, nor deep brown like mine, but almost like the finest honey you could buy, warmed in the afternoon sun, and ready to be poured into a rich tea. That kind of brown. Delicious brown.
I closed my mouth quietly from the gaping position it had been in and made my way over. It would have been incredibly rude for a horse not to properly greet another. As much evolved as we are, we're still herd animals, and if you don't say hello, you're shunning someone, and that's rude. Like I said before, I am not rude.
“…to see you! How long are you here for?" Jenna trilled at the filly. The cougar was ever the gracious hostess even if she decided that cramming too many furs in this house was a good idea.
“For the winter, I'm starting up again during summer semester." The filly smiled. Obviously they knew each other, and from the sound of it, this young thing was in college. It made me feel old for the first time. Oh, I'm not. Far from it, but seeing a pretty young female like this and hear from her succulent lips that you may be ten years older can make you realize you are no longer twenty. She could be in graduate school, but I doubted it. News like that would be all over town, not to mention the little clique we had for our pot-luck get togethers.
Her head turned slowly and those warm amber eyes slid over my form. I felt like I was being weighed and measured, and the test must have been won since she didn't look away and instead smiled and walked closer, her paw out in greeting. It was soft and firm in mine as I leaned in to rub my muzzle against her neck, a classic equine greeting.
“I'm Tina." Her voice was soft, and held a bit of a humorous twinge, as if she could guess I was attracted and found it endearing. “Eli. Eli Saunderson." I replied stepping back, my head cocked to the side in contemplation. Something about the way she looked was tickling something in my brain. Realization dawned after a moment or two. “Wait, are you Joff and Runner's daughter!?" It came out of my mouth almost incredulously. The equine couple in town had a daughter and this young filly looked almost exactly like a younger version of her mom minus eye color, but the last time I'd seen her she was fourteen!
The nicker bubbled up from her throat good naturedly. “Yeah, they're my parents. I think I remember you too." Her head turned to the side and she studied me for a moment. “Yeah, right, Elias. You're that guy who has the adorable little donkey husband. Tom right?"
Never before had I been more disappointed to be recognized. I don't know what was going on in my little horsey brain, but I must have thought I had some kind of chance with the sleek filly before me. My subconscious had probably been working up images of things I would do to her, and for her, only to have them all dashed to pieces as reality came crashing in to demand to know what the hell I was thinking.
Something must have showed. Something somewhere as I replied. “Yeah, Tom. He's due back tonight from Portland. It's his birthday and he was on a business trip." My voice was convivial enough, but again she gave me a strange look for just a second, then her smile was back.
I pulled myself together quickly. “Well, would you like some wine?"
“Yes, red if there is any left, or did you finish it off?" She followed behind as I walked to the cramped kitchen. Bertrand was just leaving the space with his dobie in tow, the two holding glasses of beer. I had always pictured Bertrand as a whiskey or scotch drinker. At least port wine. No. Beer. Always beer. I shrugged my shoulders to edge past the pair, the dobie giving me a wink. He was a known flirt. Normally I would have winked back, but didn't. I couldn't. Not with sweet little Tina behind me.
I found the bottle of Pinto and poured her a glass. She took it and sipped the ruby liquid gently the deep red lingering on her lips for a moment before she licked it off. The conversation with her was much more enjoyable than the one I'd been attempting with the lynx earlier. Tina was smart, bubbly, and I had to admit, sexy. It was sexy in a way I hadn't seen or encountered before with any female, let alone a filly. A lot of them just eek around sexual innuendo, or seem to want to deny that sex even exists. They seem to think that acting pure and virginal will win over guys quickly. They're right in some cases, but not for me. I like there to be an edge to anyone I'm around. Tom has that quality as do several other close friends I have. It seemed that Tina did too.
“So she thought that it was going to be fun to try to snag my boyfriend while I was out with my aunt. I came back to my room at the dorm and there she was, riding that rhino cock like there was no tomorrow. I didn't mind really, it's not like I'm willing to settle down you know?" She spoke fast, excitedly almost while explaining to me how she had dumped her last boyfriend. He was supposedly a body builder and a big macho guy, but the rhino was in fact very timid. She kept reminding me how she didn't like guys who couldn't be up front, and maybe 'act like a man.'
Her hands made intricate circles as she continued to explain how she had gotten upset when he tried to deny they had being sex, even when, “his cock was still leaking the vixen's juices into my carpet. God, some men!" She huffed cutely out of her nose and took a gulp of wine. Most of the other furs had gone home. She hadn't. There were a few other lingerers like Bertrand, and the dobie. All of those left lived nearby and weren't too concerned with traffic or getting snowed in and had probably hoofed it to get here anyway.
“Yeah tell me about it, at least Tom doesn't mind when we find someone we like to fuck." Wow this wine was starting to get to me. Was it one bottle gone already? I always got somewhat horny with nice wine in me. I chuckled. “And Angel before that was worse. Threw a fit when I brought home that Clydesdale."
She nickered cutely, snorting through her muzzle as she nibbled on some cheese. “You bringing home a Clydesdale? Figures you'd need a nice big dick in your little hossy hole. You gays are so predictable and such size queens." I glared at her as I sipped more of the ruby liquid in my glass. I'd moved on to a nice port wine. “Nah, I prefer the dominant role. He was a subby guy for all of his bulk which I really really like. Besides Angel wasn't putting out either. She'd been miffed that I didn't understand her personality or why she…"
I didn't get any further. Tina's slim hand rested on my forearm and she squeezed. “She? She!? Did you really just say She!?" I looked at her blankly for a moment, her eyes quizzical with nostrils wide in excitement. Panic filled me as I realized my slip. It wasn't something I spoke about, especially with women or furs I didn't know, and Tina was both. They usually started to ask why I was pretending to be gay if I'd had a girlfriend, or want to know what foal-hood trauma had caused me to have daddy issues. I always hated this moment and despaired that my night might be ruined from here on out. Great. Only female I've found that I'd like to have as a friend, and I ruin it in the same evening that I meet her. Perfect. Way to go Eli!
“Yeah, she. Angel was my girlfriend at the time." I downed the rest of the port, and poured another small measure finishing that off, then topped up a third time.
“That is so hot." Pressure released from my forearm as she took her glass and delicately took a drink of wine. She looked intrigued. Her posture shifted and she leaned into me. The warmth of her breast startled me as it brushed gently up against my bicep, but I didn't pull away and instead leaned in, surprised at her reaction. Out of the corner of my eye I could see all the other furs were busy. They were playing a game in the living room, charades it looked like. My muzzle reached forward and I whuffed and nibbled her soft ear.
Her body pressed against me flirtatiously now. “Well, here's to being bi in a world of straights!" She said clinking glasses with the one I held. A new warmth began to fill me as my sheath pushed tightly against my briefs. “Now, if you were a dom as well, life would be perfect. If just for one night."
I saw it then. The little fur tattoo on her wrist. I'd seen it before, but it hadn't registered. It was there though. Black and silver against the golden brown of her fur, a circle, bisected into three with curved lines, and 'holes' in the middle of each quadrant showing her delicate coloring. It was almost a Triskele, but it wasn't. The 'holes' where her natural fur coloring showed through, and the silver colored rings of the band are what gave it away. It was an intentional addition to the traditional Celtic symbol that marked the three parts of the divided circle. One stood for sub, one for dom, and the last for commitment. It symbolized that the wearer was very much into BDSM. I had the symbol as well on my hip. I'd gotten it when I was 18 or so after my first BDSM party. Some furs in the community wore it openly, some didn't. Most furs had no idea what the symbol really meant, but those who were serious about the lifestyle did.
I pulled away from her, and winked hooking my thumb in my waistband pulling cloth away from my hipbone revealing the small mark that we shared on my side. Her eyes went wide, then narrowed. “Don't toy with me. I've had people claim to be doms before who had no idea what they were doing."
I flattened my ears back and bared my teeth nipping at her in a show of equine aggression. “Are you questioning my ability to follow through little filly? Thinking of talking back already when we haven't even started?"
Her ears were a study for a few moments as they flicked from anger to submission then she huffed in my face. “I dare you to prove it little horse. I want a proper hard fucking and I don't want to be able to walk straight, and If you can fill be up with cum with that tiny little prick, all the better." She pulled back, a haughty look on her slender features, he neck curving in equine challenge. “But I doubt you could."
I crossed my arms and went for broke. “Fine. Twenty bucks if I can't get that to happen, and by the way, you'll get more than one load in you by the end of the evening. Also, if I don't deliver and give you a good time, let's just say I'll admit it on my fur-fet-life profile." I pulled up my phone and hit the icon bringing my page. Her eyes narrowed.
“Fine. You can try." Her demeanor went back to normal. “Now, are you going to be a gentle-hoss and get me my coat? It's chilly out there."
I nodded amiably. “Of course. Be right back." I felt light in my hoof as I glided down the hall to the bedroom finding the one she had handed the cougar at the door, and my own brass-buttoned coat. When I got back she was saying her goodbyes.
“..so much for having me over. I'll have my parents call you later. Eli's going to walk me home." She was so smooth, but I could feel a little sexual tension, and then I caught it in the air. There was a soft smell, one I hadn't experienced in a long time, and it made my sheath pulse with need. Female. Horny female. One very close. It took every ounce of concentration I had to act polite and to say my own farewells to our host and my friend Bertrand. Then his dobie friend looked at me, glanced pointedly at the filly walking out the door and then back at me. He smirked as he shook my hand. “Hope you know what you're doing hoss, I couldn't keep up, maybe you'll have better luck."
I nickered at him a little surprised. He was a local pup and had probably tried his paw with her. I smiled and nodded as I confidently trotted out the door.
“Wait a second, I have to make a call really quick." I shouted to Tina. She nodded and started down the street. She knew where I lived from conversation and probably expected me to catch up. I put the phone to me ear and waited. He picked up and I could hear the sound of road noise in the background.
“Hey Eli, I'm driving down from the airport. I'll be there in an hour." He sounded tired. Nothing like working on your birthday to make you feel really good, right? Or more importantly having to travel in the winter on your birthday. I smiled to myself. Maybe this would cheer him up. He'd many a time wistfully asked me about my straight experiences and peppered me with questions about what 'it' was like with a female. He'd never even dared to approach one. He was shorter, stocky, and had a bubbly attitude, but never even tried his paw with a woman. He was very sexually adventurous and blunt even still, and I liked it. The little subby power bottom in him could keep up with me, but I knew he really wanted to experiment more. Tonight was going to be his lucky night.
“No problem, just come on in when you get home, I have a little present for you for when you get there."
I hope so anyway I thought as the words of the canine rang in my ear. I'd have to be at my hardest it sounded like and not slip one bit. I loved that but rarely found anyone who could keep up. Tom could, but he was it. In all the years of searching, he was the only one.
“Oh? What kind of present." He perked up and I could hear the engine increase in revs as he was driving.
“Heh, slow down there Mario, you'll see when you get home, just keep your mind open." I hung up. That was a little sign we had. If I cut him off on a phone call intimating a 'present' or a 'visitor' he'd be having sex that night with someone other than just me. It wasn't that I didn't want to say it out loud to him, but we had our little games after all these years, and this was one I enjoyed playing.
I trotted carefully through the sleet, slipping only a little as I finally caught up to Tina. She hadn't gotten far and she was in a good mood. I was too. There's nothing like the prospect of really hot sex to get your blood pumping. She slipped her arm into mine and I had to remind myself to be ready. She was acting coy and sweet. From the way she had challenged me I knew this was an elaborate facade. She was hoping to catch me with my guard down. I felt pre begin to leak from my mottled head while thinking about that. I liked it when they tried to fight back.
A few moments later and we were at the door to the Victorian Tom and I lived in. It was a pretty fancy place with hardwood floors, nice vaulted ceilings, and things most furs would never see in a modern home. How many cookie cutter homes had a parlor? How many had a library? Oh it sounds like the house was a mansion, but it wasn't. It was bigger and grander than the kind of home a normal family would have had in 1890, but it was still fairly modest as far as houses went.
Her hooves rang lightly on the wood as she clopped into the foyer, shedding her jacket. She still had that smile on her face. I wasted no time. No real dom would sit and make banter or give a tour, there would be time enough for that in the morning. My paw shot forward as I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
“Limits?" I barked. She looked shocked and I saw those ears go back slightly, her nostrils flaring.
She rattled of her response quickly. “Scat, piss, baby, blood, feet, food, father-daughter role play."
I nodded. Everyone had their limits, and everyone had their desires. I smiled and responded in kind. “Same plus felching. Tom's going to be home soon too. I hope that's not a problem if he joins?" I kept my eyes calm, but inside my blood begin to boil. She didn't look upset or disgusted when I mentioned my little Jack of a husband.
“No, but can he perform with a filly?" She said.
“I shrugged. He gets hard watching straight porn with me, but he's never been with one. Like I said, It's his birthday. He gets to be the star tonight, and if I want him to do something to you, you do it. You go along with it. Right?" I was nearing the end of my ability hold back but I did.
“Of course. Ready to bring it stud?" Her lips were in a ferocious snarl.
I nodded.
“Safe word is 'colgate.'"
You would have expected a word like 'go' to start off activities. No. Not in this case. She reached out and tried to slap me. It appeared she wanted to test me, to see if I'd buckle. Instead my paw shot out and gripped her wrist.
“Little bitch! Think you're going to test me huh? Think I'm some little twat who's going to get all offended and whimper that a girl hit him huh?" I threw her arm to the side, her hooves slipped on the polished wood and she careened into the side table, knocking it over and sending the antique vase crashing to the ground. I winced inside, but kept calm on the outside.
I reached out and pulled her to her knees by her mane, my fingers wrapping in the dark silky strands. As I shifted my iron shod hooves left gouges in the wood. Normally we wore rubber hoof covers. I hadn't had time to put mine on. This was going to be an expensive play session.
I dropped down and leaned in to kiss her and she bit my tongue. I whinnied in displeasure and dove in again biting her lips and pressing myself on her as if she was just a cheap street walker. Her breath was stale and smelled of wine and cheese, but I didn't care. Her scent was getting stronger as I kissed her. My cock was trying to lower as my brain and my instincts told it to get ready to mate the filly.
My paw grabbed her back and pulled her to me firmly, her warm breasts pressing into my pecs as we kissed, her warm lips pressed to mine and slowly the ice began to thaw as she kissed back, her tender tongue caressing mine. My other hand dropped to her wide hips, the hard muscles of her haunches twitching under my care. We shifted as we continued, my breath snorting out my nose as my hand dipped between her legs to her hot crotch. I could feel her warm nether lips under my fingers, plump with arousal and a quickly dampening as she began to soak herself with need.
I pulled off quickly glaring in her eyes. “Bitch!" I spat. “Call me out, challenge me, and think I'm not up to it?" I stood up and whipped my belt off, shoving her back into an uncomfortable position as her digitigrade legs tried to bend unnaturally. With a few furious twists I worked the belt around her wrists. It wouldn't hold, that was for sure, but there was symbolism here.
The fire was out of her eyes. At least the fire for fighting, and now there was a new flame flickering there. Her amber eyes glowed as her breasts heaved from exertion and arousal. I stepped forward and cupped her chin while holding my improvised tether in my other paw. I glared down at her.
My open paw swung around as I mildly slapped her and bared my teeth. “Looks like you need to be broken little filly. I bet no one's ridden that pussy of yours properly in a while." Her eyes and muzzle dropped down in submission, her cute ears splayed to the sides.
I turned and pulled her after me, not bothering to see if she was following or not. I walked up the hallway to the staircase, her hooves slipping once in a while on the slick surface. When she lagged behind I pulled causing her to stumble. When she got to the stairs she fell hard on her knees. It must have stung for sure, but I kept up my end of the game, twirling around and biting her check with my blunt teeth in a solid nip. “Keep up damnit! I told you, my little donk is going to be home soon, and I want my sweet present ready for him!"
Her eyes went wide, but she nodded. I did slow down though. Any more scratches and I'd pass the $5k mark on the repair bill. I loved my Tom, and a nice little play session, but there were real-world limits at stake.
The bedroom was at the end of the hallway on the front of the house, a big antique brass bed took up a good portion of it situated under the only window. The side lamp glowed a soft golden orange, a calm presence to me as I read late into the night with Tom curled up next to me snoring. The floor in here was carpeted and kept some of the chill of the cold night at bay.
“Strip little filly." Barking was for the dogs, but as a horse, my vocal chords were up to the challenge, and good hard orders were my favorite thing to give. Well, among other things, but for now it'd do. I turned away from her and opened the window, then reached into the closet for a few things I'd need.
Damn, the harness. I forgot. Ah well, everything else is here.
I sat the items on the side table under the lamp. When I turned around the filly was much changed from the wild beast that had tried to attack me. She was meek, and completely nude.
If I had thought she was beautiful before, I realized that observation was entirely wrong. No she wasn't beautiful, she was absolutely breathtaking. Her pelt was golden and smooth every lines of her sleek muscles were soft but clear. If she had been a feral horse she would have graced the stables of nobility. Her breasts were ample too and she tucked her arms in to try to cover them. She seemed to be overly shy.
“Stop that!" I pulled the riding crop from the table where I had laid it and approached her quickly, one hard swat to the soft left mound made her wince, and the left nipple hardened, the black areola wide and prominent, the tip broadening at her pleasure. “Don't hide those. I want to see them."
See them I did. I couldn't stop salivating as I stared at those luscious mounds. I'd seen any number of breasts in the world both in person and online. All types from large and natural, to small and perky, old, young, and flat, but never had I seen any so perfect.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her around and shoved her down onto the bed, her mane whipping as she started, landing with a soft whump on her back and rump, her tail splayed to the side. I quickly grabbed the four leather straps and hooked them around her hocks drawing them up, her black swollen pussy lips parting, drooling juices down onto the bed cover as they stretched to meet her new position.
I wasn't going to be able to hold my desire in for much longer, not with the tantalizing scent of a ready filly in the air. The open window helped, and it also kept the room cool, which would be needed before the night was over. I finished my work with the leather straps quickly and checked the bindings to make certain they were tight but not constricting to the point of cutting off blood circulation.
My head bobbed in a nod satisfied with my work. Standing upright, my arms crossed, I contemplated my little sexy toy strapped to the bed. She was aroused for sure, I could smell it, and see it, so many clues giving her away. The arch of her back, the half lidded eyes, and the two pert swollen nipples. She lowered her muzzle shyly as I looked at her. The little minx obviously liked to show off when she wasn't being embarrassed.
I grabbed item number two from the pile. It was a feral horse halter with fitted leather blinders. I adjusted the buckles to her size, my little donk's head being smaller than hers. Thank goodness we'd gotten an one-size fits all set when we splurged knowing we might play with others. Her eyes went wide as she recognized the item. “Ah, I see you know what this is for. I can't have you spying on your parent's friend and his husband now. That's a sight that is reserved for good little fillies." I strapped the black leather and silver gilt piece onto her head. It was quite beautiful and had cost a small fortune. I liked my little Jack to look nice when I took him out for the leather fairs after all.
She whinnied in protest, shivering a bit as the halter was placed on her head, and it took me a few more moments to get the adjustments right, but when I was finished I smiled. The filly was absolutely beautiful. There are some limits furs shouldn't cross, but I just had to at least chance this one. As we had talked earlier I had learned she studied art and photography. So I snapped a quick silent pic with my phone and would share the photo with her when we were done. If she was offended, I'd delete it in front of her, if not, she'd have a new piece to try to recreate professionally. Placing the phone down, I began to give in to my own needs. I couldn't help it. Her scent had been teasing my libido for a good long while now, and I just had to have a taste.
I shuffled onto the bed still fully clothed, my muzzle low to the soft cotton of the comforter sliding it forward brushing her soft inner thighs, a moan escaping from my chest as she filled all of my senses. How long had it been since I'd laid with a woman? Too long! She smelled so delicately sweet, the soft gentle musk of her sex was tantalizingly close to my lips, my eyes closing so I savor the smell. It tickled my sinuses and made me leak pre anew. Fuck, I'd have to have these pants dry-cleaned.
The soft fuzz around her lips was moistly slick as my lips brushed gently against them. She moaned at the sensations firing up from her loins, and that sound grew as I pressed my broad tongue to the folded crease and quickly slipped it in. Her taste was amazingly sweet with a light earthy musk and I couldn't help but lap greedily tasting her juices, my muscle swirling deeper into her. Her legs above me squirmed at the sensation.
“Ah!" She squealed. “Sir! Not yet sir!" She moaned.
I ignored her.
“You w-won't last l-long." She huffed hugely as my tongue slipped back and caressed the swollen clit on exit.
I nipped her inner thigh hard and reached forward quickly and pressed three fingers into her wet folds, pushing in as deep as I could without warning.
“Ung!" It was more of an exclamation of surprise than anything else.
“Hush my darling filly, I know what I'm doing. I'm just seeing what to pair you with. Ah. There." I pulled my paw from her ebony lips and licked them once. They were soaked. I reached over for the cloth handkerchief I kept by my bed and wiped my hand on it, drying it of her sex as much as I could.
“There, sample taken. Sit tight, Master needs to go find something and get ready." I pulled off the bed and started to make my way to the door when she piteously called me by name.
“Eli? Eli!? Elias!?" Each one was a little louder and more urgent than the last, oh how I loved to hear my name called out, especially by such a pretty one as this.
I turned back and looked at her, her blinded head thrashing as she struggled against her bonds. “Shhhh sweet filly. I'll be back with Tom when we're good and ready. Quiet now. We don't want the neighbors to hear you and think Sir is up to something non-consensual. You walked into this little trap, and I intend to keep you in it for a while. Now. Hush. I'll be back when I'm ready." I closed the door softly but with an audible click and heard the choked “yes sir." from the other side. I waited to see if she would use the safe word, but no sound came to my perked ears but a soft sob and a sigh.
I trotted as gently as I could downstairs minding my shoes, careful to not cause any more damage as I went. My lip curled as I passed the ruined vase and table we had knocked over, but I didn't bother to clean them up. Both had been expensive, but could be replaced. They were just things, but it did make my dom side rise up. I stepped smartly into the parlor and snapped open the liquor cabinet easily finding the bottle containing the golden nectar I was looking for. Ah, yes, a nice 30 year old scotch and of course two glasses to go with it. I sniffed the little white cloth I had brought with me as I opened the bottle to compare. Ah yes, a perfect pairing.
Just then I heard his hooves on the stoop and the door opened a second later in an an excited rush as he came in, a big smile on his muzzle. I walked over and took him in my arms.
“Happy birthday sweetie!" He was so cute. I was taller by a good head, and a little broader, but he was short and stocky. He was muscularly sexy in kind of a submissive way.
I planted a kiss on his lips, pulling him in to me and resting my filly soaked paw on his cheek. His eyes went wide and I noticed his muzzle twitch as I pulled off the kiss. “Eli? What's that smell?"
His tan fur was slightly shaggy in the winter, and his left ear flopped over once in a while from some injury he had as a foal. It made him look as if he was perpetually confused. This time though, he was quite confused as I smirked.
“Your present hon. Here." I poured two generous glasses of the brown liquid.
“I-is that the Macallen 30 year??" He started while eyeing the bottle. “It is! Eli, this is only for special occasions! Not my fucking birthday!"
I pressed my still slightly damp finger to his lips and shushed him. “Now now, this is special. You'll see. Go get ready and meet me back here ok? It's still in my car."
He gave me a quizzical look but went with it. The harnesses we wore during play sessions were in the garage in the trunk of my sedan. I'd had to take them in for repair after one of his straps broke during a wild night we had a few weeks ago. I wouldn't wear mine tonight as I didn't feel like it, but he would wear his. He sat his glass of scotch down on another table that hadn't suffered the fate of passion, and walked to get his leathers.
I sat down in one of the parlor chairs and sipped at my glass as I heard Tom shuffle around as fussed with his clothes and harness. He always struggled with the straps, invariably getting them twisted once or twice. This time everything must have gone well as he quickly returned, all but bouncing on his hooves as he came in, one ear up, the damaged one to the side.
Now I have to say I had been running with my straight engine all night, just purring along on images of soft pussy lips spreading wide as I speared that pretty filly over and over, but now a second motor kicked in as my gay side wound up. I always got hard when I saw him in his gear. His chest was soft but broadly thick, and his tan fur shaggy and soft. He had wide hips that I used to tease him would be more suited on a Jenny than a Jack. He hated that comment. Then of course there was his cock. His one thing he was most self-conscious about. He had a stallion for a husband, and everyone assumed he was the smaller. They were right, and it bugged him needlessly in my mind. So what if he wasn't as big? He was still a sexy little equine and his size didn't bug me for a moment. In fact, it made my mouth water. I didn't have to worry about getting him down my throat, or about an aching jaw. I'd just be able to take him into my muzzle and suckle his load down greedily. As he walked, his crotch was bare, the leather rump straps slipping around his heavy balls and framing his sheath. The black head poked from the opening as he obviously was getting aroused.
I focused again at what lay tied up in our bed upstairs since I'd get enough of my little Jack's treat tomorrow. Tonight I had a mission. I walked over and slipped my fingers into the straps framing his chest and pulled him up for a nice deep kiss, our tongues slipping together like the old dance partners they were both of us groaning into the kiss. Our lips parted reluctantly and I felt the familiar bump on my leg as his cock pressed into me. We matched very well. All of our interests were complimentary. Especially kissing. He'd get rock hard in moments during a kiss, and I could see tonight was no exception. He was still respectably big, he was equine of course. Where mine was mottled black and flesh, his was midnight jet, and glossy. He shifted, the rod slapping up to his lower abs sharply. His nose twitched again as he tried to register what the unfamiliar scent was and failed.
“Heh, still haven't figured out what your present is little donk?" I used the nickname when it was playtime, and his demeanor changed immediately.
He shuffled his hoof quietly. I noticed he'd donned the rubber covers Tina and I had not had a chance to slip on. “No."
“Come on, follow me." I chuckled a nicker at him, slipping him his scotch from where he'd set it down. His eyes went wide when he finally spied the broken end table as we entered the foyer but he said nothing and followed behind me like an overgrown lapdog, his hoof falls softer than my iron hard ones. He'd have to get me a pair of the rubber shoes before morning. I wasn't about to take one more hoof step on our poor wood floor tonight.
We reached the door, and I could hear it, a soft whimpering female nicker. My knuckles rapped on the door three times to let her know someone was outside. I hoped that she wouldn't fold, but of course I'd uphold my part of the deal if she did and end everything. “S-sir?" She simpered with a hopeful tone in her dulcet voice.
“One moment sweet thing." I called over my shoulder, my back now to the door as I grinned widely down at Tom.
His eyes were wide. “Is-is that a-a woman's voice?"
I nodded. “Yes little donk, and your present for the evening. You're getting that chance you've hinted that you've always wanted. Always boasting that you'd be a hot little Jack stud. Well, now's your one time to try and shine. I'm going to show you what you need to do, and then you get to do it. Understand birthday boy?"
His eyes widened with each word until I finished and his expression froze. I had one fleeting moment of fear that he'd bolt, or scream at me for invading our sanctum with a filly, or worse yet, get hysterical. None of those things happened though as he grinned and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek.
“Yes!" He enthused totally excited and forgetting the proper 'sir' at the end of his statement. I had to laugh as I watched pre slink out of his piss tip and glide down his ridged flare as it thickened a and slid in a long stringy line to the floor. He was definitely raring to go.
“Ok, remember the rules now Donk." I didn't have to say anything else since our rules were well established. Safe word to end the session, and everything else was up to me. I turned the handle and opened the door, very glad now that I had opened the window. Horses can smell almost as well as a canine, and my goal was to not overwhelm Tom on his first time. My own first time with a filly had almost been a disaster as I'd finally gone into rut without realizing it. Thank God Chrissy was my girlfriend and ready for something like that or I'd have had a concussion shortly after.
I kept my eyes glued on Tom as he looked at the bed. I wanted to laugh, but I knew doing so would shatter the scene, his ego, and Tina's ability to stay in sub mode. There were more reasons than just physical and emotional to use a safe word, and I didn't want to hear the word 'colgate' because I'd lost my shit and ruined the moment.
My stocky donk looked frightened and intrigued in turn. Tina, for all that she was bound, flicked her ears forward as he entered. Only sound, scent, and touch available to her senses because of the blinders, but she could hear him, and probably smell him. I watched them both my gaze wandering from each to the other. His behavior was familiar to anyone who had seen feral horses mate, but I'd never watched this intricate dance between antrho stallion and filly before, even if the stallion was a little Jack in a stud's place. When it'd happened to me I'd been too busy to bother to look in a mirror and setting up a camera would have been rude. Also porn tends to gloss over this kind of meeting, one that was purely physical and sexual in nature with the stallion being totally inexperienced.
She nickered at him softly, her equine mating greeting as she shifted against her bonds slightly as she sensed him get closer. His muzzle dropped down and forward, his soft dark nose pulsing as he sniffed the air and her scent. His cock was rock hard and dripping as he nickered back at her. He had a potently pungent smell even I could pick up that I'd never smelt him give off before. I'd never been around another male when I had a filly in my bed, and I was shocked that the scent made me snort and have dominantly possessive thoughts about an encroacher coming near my filly.
I shook my head and forced myself to keep watching, shunting the instinctive thoughts away. In a slow circle he stepped up to the bed, his paw reaching out timidly to her arm, and only her arm. He brushed one hooved fingertip to her skin and pulled it back quickly as if he'd been burned, then reached out again laying his broad masculine paw on her shoulder. He straightened up and slid his paw over her shoulder, tentatively to her upper chest, his fingers testing the soft plushness of her upper breast. I watched him swallow nervously as he rubbed, getting the first feel of a filly, even if it wasn't a proper grope.
He turned his eyes to me, and he didn't have to say a thing, his expression was hopeful and full of uncertainty. For all of his bravado, he didn't know what to do, and I realized that I really would have to show him what to do and not just play at it. The importance of this evening stepped up another notch. I'd have to be good, and really hold back my own lustful needs. I never could figure out why he'd never been with a filly before, but I wasn't about to press it now. It was obvious that he really badly wanted to be with one.
My hooves thunked on the carpet covered wood floor as I strode over to his side and draped my arm across his shoulder. “Say hello little donk, be polite."
“Ah, hullo." He muttered shyly swallowing nervously.
“Hello sir." Tina said in a tiny voice. She sounded scared and apprehensive. Far removed from the confident filly I'd seen before.
“Well little donk, I hope you're going to pay attention now. Don't worry, I'll help you." I took a final sip of the expensive scotch, setting the glass down on the nightstand. My fingers went to my dress shirt and I began to unfasten the buttons working each one loose. I'd remained clothed throughout the entirety of the evening so far. It had been a challenge 'keeping it in my pants,' but I wanted to at least look normal for Tom when he got home and ease him into this and not just dump him into 'unfamiliar sex town.' The scotch would help calm him down as well. Tom kept his eyes on the trussed up golden furred filly as he sipped his own drink, his cock bouncing in time to his huge heart beat as I slowly slipped my pants and shirt off.
She was stunning and I didn't blame my donk for his rapt attention. The leather glinted slightly in the moonlight coming in from the window, the soft light by the bed bathing the filly in glowing tones, her sleek lines, generous breasts, and golden fur shining like an image from a fantasy painting. Once in a while as I made a noise or a grunt as I moved and my donk would turn to see what I was doing before letting his gaze wander over Tina's again.
“There, now, enough ogling for now, suck me Donk." My tone was firm as I tossed my shirt to the floor, my left paw squeezing the base of my thickness. I used a commanding voice during our play sessions and the sound jolted my Jack from where his horny mind had taken him to the present. He squeaked a small bray, set his glass on the table, and knelt in front of me, my fleshy black and pink cock now fully hard, the partly flared head glistening with a healthy coating of masculine horse pre as it hung in front of him. I was one of those anomalies. Most male's members jut up or out, not me. 'Dive bomber' was my nickname in gym. I hated it. It didn't mean I couldn't fuck though, and the downward heft was supposedly an awesome feeling for doggie style.
His smaller paw gripped my medial ring and guided the broad flare to his lips. His muzzle opened wide and I felt myself slide into a familiar and welcome muzzle.
“Oh." I always sighed when he began to suckle on me, and apparently that was his mood right now. His lips sealed my ridge in his muzz as his tongue lapped at my wide puckered slit. “Sweet little Donk."
I adored his nickname. It had a cute and stout sound, just like he was. He swirled his tongue around and lapped my spongy tip. I didn't leave him at it for long, this was just a distraction to get his mind working again, and it seemed to be working as he began to edge his lips down to my medial, slurping as he went. Oh there is nothing like a willing pony muzzle, or in his case, donkey muzzle. What can I say? We equines give good head.
My paw pressed against his forehead and I gently pushed him off after a few moments, my length spilling out of his velvet lips little strands spit and pre sliding off of it as it came free to dangle down. His expression was much clearer and more focused now as some of the lost and confused lust haze had left his yes.
“Good, now, stand up and watch." I ordered as he got to his hooves. He clasped his paws behind his back, in a little parody of a military parade-rest stance, his gaze intent on the sweet filly in front of him, his eyes roaming every inch he could see.
The mattress groaned as it took my weight as I hefted myself onto the bed and straddled the filly. She shifted and whined under hear breath unsure as to what was going to happen. My paw came down heavily on her soft inner thigh as I got into position causing her to flinch at the sharp sting. “None of that whining slut. You knew what was going to happen. Heh. Even dared me that I couldn't get two loads into you. Well, with help from my little donk you're getting a minimum of two loads, and maybe four or more by morning. Understand? Feh. Stupid filly."
“S-sir, yes. S-sorry." She whispered. Tom's eyes went wide at the implication that one of those loads would be his and he shifted, anxiety and excitement evident in his stance and face.
“Now, little donk, pay attention, you're going to do everything I do." I slipped back, my black and white coat contrasting with her golden, my muzzle returning to resume where I had left off. Those sweet lips almost parted on their own as I slid my tongue between them, running it against the tender skin.
“Ahhh" she sighed. I don't think I blamed her at all either, as I had left her wanting more when I went downstairs, the wetness in her folds not having abated in the slightest. Her honey sweet taste filled my muzzle and I glanced to the side. My little donk was watching with rapt attention. I slid my tongue out.
“Come over and watch and see how I do this."
He came closer, his muzzle near my cheek and watched intently as I parted the thick black lips with my tongue, the shine of her excitement covering them. He snorted as he watched, his excitement plain, and I watched him lick his lips as if he wished it was him dining on the sweetness I was enjoying.
“Ooh" She moaned louder as I delved in delicately, slicking her tunnel with my own saliva, mixing her own liquids with mine, the velvet soft tender skin of her insides hot against my rough tongue. I closed my eyes as I kept tasting her, my muzzle pressing tight against her opening. I nuzzled up a couple of times, my soft fur and motions rubbing against her sweet spots.
“Ah!" She exclaimed as I hit her just right, my tongue darting back and out to flick against her hood.
“Ahh!" She squealed and shifted, a healthy dose of new wetness frothing at her lips.
“See? If you can learn to do this, you'll get their attention every time. Besides...it tastes good." I breathed in and I could feel pre streaming out of my cock tip to pool on the comforter bellow. I delved in again, pressing tightly into her lapping and caressing her insides as far as I could, her nickering moans growing louder.
I ran my hands over her inner thighs caressing them and tickling as I went, showing her I was not all talk and no show, and letting her know that while I might have her trussed up like a hunk of meat, that her pleasure was still important and not entirely forgotten. Maybe it wasn't the point of this session, but I did still care.
She started to breathe heavier, her nickering growing to squeals of pleasure as I picked up the pace, paying attention to her natural rhythms. Men were easy to read, fillies were a harder, and there was an art to it, but it was an art I had studied and knew. I felt her tunnel spasm a few times as I hit her just right and continued my assault, my own need rising with hers, my lusts getting wildly ferocious as I began to nip and push harder. It was a long slow build and finally, like a rock teetering on a precipice, she fell over the edge into orgasm as I continued suckling her swollen succulent lips.
Her arms yanked at the bindings as she huffed and whinnied with pleasure, the waves of her orgasm cresting then slowing back to a soft burn inside of her, her first one of the evening. I pulled back my muzzle, her ebony lips flecked with a little froth of honey like juice. I whinnied loudly arching my neck instinctively as I smelled her and looked at the mess I had made. It took everything I had to not just jump on her right then, right there, and take my own pleasure as roughly as I wanted.
That would have been rude, and I am not rude.
Instead I shook my head and smiled. “Heh. See? Not so hard. So many guys complain that they can't do that. It's a lot easier than some men make it."
Tom was staring at me wide eyed, from my slickly wet muzzle and back to her sex. “Wow." He said softly.
I nodded. “Wow indeed little donk, now it's your turn."
“Wait, wait, I need to breathe…" she huffed, and my donkey looked at me. I just nodded once, a silent command that he do as I say. Reluctantly my hooves hit the carpet as I gave up my pride of place to the little donk as he hauled his cute legs up, his whip like tail swishing excitedly. He lowered his muzzle as Tina continued to pant and breathe a few plaintive nickers reaching my ears.
He hesitated as he got close, his nostrils flaring wide, his eyes closing. I knew that from this moment forward he'd be able to detect a filly in heat from twenty yards if need be. Feral, antrho, it would all smell the same, and it would have the same effect it was having on him now. His black cock swung and hit his belly a few times in excitement, a huge stream of pre drooling out as he marked the scent forever in his mind. Suddenly he dove forward, a little too roughly as he mashed his lips against her lower ones taking an enthusiastic taste. My hand came down on his rump soundly and he brayed in indignation.
“Easy donk! Easy! Don't just rush in. Take your time, she's not going anywhere." I couldn't help the chuckle escaping from my throat as I said that. It was adorable how inexperienced he was, and I was getting a huge thrill from this. More so than I thought I would. My paw snaked to the side and I snatched the riding crop from where I had left it on the bed earlier and I struck my donk's muscled ass once and he brayed again.
“Say you're sorry!" The words came out as a snarl.
“s-sorry." He whimpered, then more firmly. “Sorry. Sorry lady."
“Don't apologize to her!" I whapped him again across the dock of his tail. “She's here to serve me, and by extention you. You owe her nothing! Understood!? Now apologize to ME."
“Sir, sorry, yes sir." He quavered.
I nodded as he looked back at me, angst, and hunger in his eyes. It was evident he wanted a second try and I wanted to see him do well. Success on his part reflected back on me after all. It was a little thrill we both got. Him from pleasing me, and me from being good at telling him what to do. It's why our little threesomes, when we had them, were so much fun.
This time he went in again slightly slower, and mirrored my technique, easing his tongue into her, and caressing her thighs with his surprisingly gentler paws. Tina sighed happily as he resumed and squirmed as he pleased her. He gently tongued her just as I had and his cock was hard and angry leaking pre like a faucet. Well, I didn't want to be left out of the fun. I cupped my hand under his partly flared head and got a good handful of the warmly slick liquid, palming it as I did so.
My donk brayed into her folds as I pressed two of my wide fingers into his rump, his tail thwaping me on the side in surprise. “Keep going little donk, I'm just getting you ready too. Don't think you're getting out of this unscathed."
I barely heard the muffled “yes sir" as Tina whinnied. My fingers sunk into his ass quite easily and I snorted. They went in far too easily than they should have normally done so, especially after two solid weeks of being away from my thick cock. It was looking like my little Jack had been playing while he was away.
“Hrm, been busy huh?" I roughly shoved another digit into his puffy ring causing him to bray again, the muffled sound and vibrations making the filly jerk her head blindly.
“Oh!" She huffed as his lips hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“Hrm, you better make her cum quick little donk." I slammed four fingers into him, almost fisting him, but not quite going that far. He wasn't that experienced yet. We'd been working up to it for some time, but I gave him a reminder with one good hard shove that he would undergo a hard lesson later to make up for his extra-marital play time. Another thing we'd both enjoy.
My attentions were probably a distraction but he finally found his own rhythm with her that included him tossing his muzzle to the side in a peculiar fashion. He was good at reading guys and giving head, so it was no real surprise that he was quick to figure out the right rhythm he needed with the sweet little filly. Her pants and thrashing quickened as he brought her closer and closer to the edge until again she whinnied loudly.
My little donkey brayed happily as his muzzle was flooded with a new taste, his long tongue lapping eagerly at the filly as he swallowed pushing his soft nose forward into her eagerly. It looked as if my little gay equine here was not as gay as he or anyone else thought.
“Well, good boy little donk. Now for the fun part. My turn. Move." I tugged at his harness, hauling him back as I quickly resumed my position straddling my sweet little filly. My fingers traced my medial ring as donkey boy took his place again standing with his hands behind him aside the bed. He craned his neck and head to watch me work my horse meat over.
I locked eyes on her blind face, the little leather squares blocking her vision, but I still liked to believe she should see me. “Little filly, you wanted two loads. I hope you're ready for mine." I slowly pressed my partly flared head into her hot frothy folds. She nodded and sighed as I slipped the ridged head in. Oh she was so soft, so yielding. It was a feeling I had missed so much and could not really bear to be without. Her warmth easily taking me with no effort, and her whimpering pliant sighs were a sweet music to my actions as I slowly glided in, inch after inch sliding in oh so easily, the feeling driving me mad with desire my throat chortling a happy nicker.
Her silk-soft lips curved inward as I pushed more of my length into her, her breath huffing and panting. “Been a while since you had a real stallion in you huh sweetheart?" I leered. She said nothing but took another big breath as I began the final push, the medial slipping into her, the ring pulling her thick lips in as it drove past, the heat of her inner tunnel bathing my cock in ways I had forgotten were even possible. I tossed my head and groaned. Out of the corner of my eye my little donk was slowly jacking his meat, his cock head flared and bright with his own fluids.
With lightning fast hands I reached over and smacked his paws away causing his cock to bob madly. “Stop that! Do you want to fuck her or not!?"
He meekly resumed his position and I shoved myself the rest of the way in forcefully. Oh it was so good to just be able to ram myself home, and apparently Tina felt the same way as she squealed sounding like a feral mare as I hilted.
“Oh fuck donk. You're going to love this part." I pulled back and pushed in roughly leaning down to nip the hollow of Tina's neck, followed by a quick run of my tongue over one swollen nipple. “When I'm done."
She whinnied lightly and struggled at the bindings fruitlessly as I started pulling out slowly enjoying the feel of a filly's soft insides as I left them gaping, then huffed and pressed forward, enjoying the squelching sound of air being forced out around my thick cock as I pushed more meat into her than she really had room for. You gotta love horses right?
Her milky soft insides were burning my cock skin as I began to slide in and out of her, my own breath chuffing out my parted lips as I picked up the pace, my eyes scrunched tight so I could concentrate on this feeling. Who knew when I would have another chance? Likewise Tina began to whimper and plead with me in such soft tones as to make my tail flag and swish with pleasure.
“Oh fuck Eli, fuck…oh your bi guys know…oh fuck…how to….fuck"
I didn't know if she was cursing me, curing the fact it felt so good, or cursing any guy who knew how to really show a girl a good time. I whinnied at her cries. “Oh god little filly, so fucking good. Oh, unf, so sweet, so silky, God I missed this!"
All of it was true. I hated being bi, being caught between two worlds, but this one moment was making up for it a hundredfold. I had my little donk nearby, he'd be having the same feelings I have soon, and then my cock was going to be in a second nirvana.
The rut caught me. It was something you had to watch for, being equine. A sudden heat flooded my body, and I hate to mate, to claim my little filly and make her a mare, my breeding instincts taking over any rational thought. Later I'd find that Tina hit hers just as I did. Our bodied began to writhe together, my hips pressing into her inner thighs with a force and a slap that was brutal, my grunts ripping from my chest as I snorted and bucked into her, my teeth nipping down onto her heaving tits as I slammed roughly into her. Her own squeals echoing into the night as I bred her and she tried valiantly to accommodate every move, every piston like shove that would ensure my seed went right where it was needed, deep into her womb.
Light flashed in my eyes as I came, I breathed and struggled against her writhing and bound form as hard as I could, my fur pressed to hers as my cock throbbed and pulled inside her folds, her triumph at being bred so thoroughly screeching through the night on her scream of ecstasy, both of us locked together as we came down.
We may not last long, but when we cum, we horses cum hard, and my cock softened slowly, slipping out of her now spread open lips, streams of stallion seed oozing out to join the mess on the comforter below. My lungs heaved as I sucked air in great breaths through my open muzzle and wide nose.
“Oh. Fuck."
It was a statement, not a cry, or an exclamation, just a comment on my mental state and it was gutterly heartfelt. I was sated and pleased with myself, but I was far from over for the night. I slipped myself free entirely and staggered to the edge of the bed untying Tina and slowly slipping the blinders off her face along with the halter.
“Such a good little mare aren't we?" I cooed patting her cheek. “There. Now you can see me nude, and see my little donk in all his glory." I put the halter and straps away as she laid on the bed, her coat sticky with sweat, her breasts heaving as he caught her breath.
“Oh...oh." It seemed to be the only thing she could say.
“Now…" The sharp crack of my hands clapping startled both of them. “Rump on the edge of the bed filly, it's my little donk's turn."
It took a moment for the two to begin moving around, Tina stretched her arms and legs out, and Tom kept ducking his head and wiping his chin silently. Finally they were in place, her tail swishing under her with the excitement of taking yet another load.
I gripped my little donk's cock right behind the flare and clutched it tightly lightly jiggling my hand, making his flare shake, the flare expanding almost grotesquely.
“Allow me" I smirked guiding him forward pulling at the base of his broad cock head, the wide spongy like meat mashing into her cum covered nether-lips, the frothy mess coating his pre covered head. He snorted as I guided him in making certain he was positioned properly before I dropped my paw.
He thrust forward a few inches, my pearl like cum pushing out around his black flesh as he dove into her. He blew a huge stream of air out his nose and sighed. “OH!"
I smiled indulgently at him as he shifted from hoof to hoof, getting his bearings as he began to adjust to the feeling. “Oh…oh wow." He huffed. “So smooth!"
I would have smirked had been describing anything but a sweet freshly bred mare. He had the best seat in the house, my cum marked her walls and gave him smooth entrance, my own cock having filled her with cum, and her own arousal patent to anyone within fifty yards with any kind of a nose.
With a staggering lurch he lunged into her, filling her completely, the lewd squelch of her lips expelling my cum as his cock filled her sounded in the small room and probably echoed in the street below.
“Ohhhhh." Both of them cried as their hips met, or more rightly, his hips touched her sweat soaked inner thighs tightly, the course fur of his hide scraping against hers. The both nickered as they settled. An unusually pleasant sound I hadn't heard in any porn video or sound clip. I felt my cock harden realizing I didn't want to be left out, and my earlier sinking into my little ass's ass spurned me on. I shoved myself forward into my husband as he tried to adjust to the sensation of a mare's cunt.
He brayed loudly as my flared cock slipped easily in to his widely open rear, the soft doughnut ring slurping as I went in as far as my medial ring with one swift push. My cock was really sensitive from mating Tina, so I took my time, enjoying his heat and the contrast between Jack and mare. He was warm and firm, almost gripping me, whereas she had enveloped me. His legs shifted at the edge of the bed as he was stuffed into the sweet golden mare without any control on his part.
“Fuck….so hot." She whispered looking into my little donkey's dark eyes glancing at me quickly as if asking for permission to keep looking at him. At that moment I pushed deep into my Jack, my cock driving into him forcefully, my thicker base burring itself and spreading my little donk's hole wide, my thrust causing him to slip further into her.
“Yes my little brood mare, this is hot. I've got both of you right…where...I…want…you." I couldn't stop the sinister smile on my lips as I pulled back and slammed into my donk's hot ass. He brayed again and tossed his head.
“Oh…I…oh." Was all he could get out. His legs began to shake as he snorted and brayed again, his voice harsh and ragged. My hips bucked into him, my muzzle bent down and my jaws clamped vicelike around the back of his neck as I began to breed them both through my huge thrusts.
“That's it little donk, don't forget, you're nothing more than a living dildo for me, a tool I'm using to fuck her with." My hips slapped into his soft ass as I kept my teeth clamped on his nape, his breath groaning out of his muzzle, and his legs shivering.
“Oh fuck…hot. I…oh…two guys…fucking each other…and…me" Tina whispered, her head back and her body heaving, her neck clenching with effort as she kept trying to see over my donk's should and back to the join where my cock met his ring. I smiled gripping his tail, pulling up on it roughly causing him to squirm.
“Like that my little mare? Like watching your big stud breed his little donkey who's buried inside of you? Yeah. That's a sight you won't see very often huh? Unf." I huffed as I kept my rhythm up, the familiar slap as my little boy's balls slapped back into mine with each thrust.
I thought he'd last longer, but the dual assault, the sheer kinkiness of the situation was proving too much for my little donkey boy as his head began to thrash back and forth as if he was trying to deny his own impending orgasm. My eyes went wide as he suddenly began to hump into her, and his teeth clamped down on her right breast and he bit down hard, the mare whinnying as his flare must have bloomed deep in her cervix.
I felt his ass clamp down on me, trying to expel my invading cock, but I wasn't to be denied. Not by her, and not by him. I pressed forward again, and again, my heavy balls slapping into him, my cock pulling downward into his sensitive prostate. He kicked back with his hoof as he came and the overloaded sensations of pulsing filly and flaring stallion slamming into him over and over.
His flare, my thrusts, it was all too much as our mare was bred yet again by my sweet little donkey. Tina whinnied and thrashed, her finger hooves clawing at Tom's back, his cum spurting out of her as he filled her with his huge load. I lost my own hold and I came hugely, my paw still gripping the thick tail of my mate as I filled him with my own seed.
“Ah!" All three of us moaned as we came, a cacophony of two whinnying horses and one braying donkey filled the room and echoed out of the window.
We held there for a few solid moments basking in the afterglow.
'colgate' I whispered. Both of them relaxed for a moment as I sagged onto Tom's back, Tina began to chuckle.
“Thank God. Thank you for that. Colgate indeed." Our mare wryly muttered.
“Oof, get off me Tom." She pushed on his chest and he meekly pulled back from her, pushing his cum filled ass back against me, my cock still hard and firmly planted inside of him, groaning. He stood up fully and reached back, pulling me into a kiss as I was still embedded fully in him. Our lips meshed and my passion for him swirled.
“Happy birthday sweet donk." I whispered cupping his chin.
“Thank you sweet stallion." He rubbed himself back against me, my cock getting hard quickly as it was massaged in his guts.
“Oh wow. You guys are HOT." Tina moaned. I broke my gaze from Tom, and looked down. She was an absolute cum soaked mess, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her. Cum oozed out of her cunt, her mane was tangled, and she was soaked in sweat. I felt my neck arch knowing I was the primary cause of that scene.
“Well, did I win my bet?" I waggled my eyebrow at her lasciviously and she gaped a few times, her lips working soundlessly as she tried to form a witty retort. Then she snarled and threw one of the bed pillows at me.
“Fucker, yes!"
Tom quickly pulled forward, my cock popping from his ass, my seed dribbling down his leg. He winced but places his hands on his hips, turning around in mock furry, his lips pursed in a half smile.
“I don't know if I want to ask, but, what 'bet?'"
I sighed as Tina nickered at us and began the story. “Well…"
It was a long night and needless to say she had more than two loads by morning, and I had a raincheck for the twenty bucks she failed to mention she didn't have with her. But overall it was the best bet I ever won.
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