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I was a wolf who hated change at the best of times. I had made sure my life was well organised and just as I liked it as my protection against uncertainty. Swim training in the morning, breakfast, school, homework, sleep. My school books just where I left them so I knew where to find them, my clothes neatly folded, everything where it should be. Order out of chaos.

Then life fucking shat on me from a great height.

I knew mum was dating, fuck I even knew she was fucking. The first time she brought that stallion home I heard them go at it all night. Those whinnies, moans, screams, I managed to hide under my pillows but I could still hear them. And in the morning, the awkwardness of running into the bastard when I went down for some food before swimming was like nothing else.

He was a cop, and so his early shift time coincided with my swimming. I was used to having the mornings to myself, mum never rose before 7, but there he was, walking round the kitchen shovelling oats into his muzzle like he was starving, wearing nothing but a pair of stained boxers. I shuddered to think what the stains might be; they all seemed to be at his crotch.

The bulge drew my eyes though, I couldn't help it. He was dropped it seemed, at least a little, and I could see his flare poking at the fabric, the ridged circle showing against cotton. I was mesmerised, standing in the kitchen with a box of cereal in my hand just motionless as he went about his business like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Got any brown sugar sport? Love it on my oats in the morning..."

He gave me a big grin and a wink, and casually adjusted his groin. I almost dropped the cereal, before I could respond, and he laughed at my awkwardness and gave me a pat on the head and ruffled my headfur. Fuck I hated that.

It wasn't just that I missed dad, after all mum was a lot happier with him gone. It was just the guys she chose to replace him with that was all. They all seemed to be the opposite of dad, big fucking dumb as fuck studs, and this stallion was the worst of the lot.

Now my life had taken several turns for the worse, and I guess I must have run over a black cat or something with my skateboard to have deserved this shit.

When mum came in to tell me, she looked so pleased. She told me I was going to be pleased, so I assumed we were getting a new cable subscription or something. I was looking forward to National Geographic channel; instead, I got the worst news of my life. The stallion cop was moving in, and they were looking to get married. I cried real tears that night, and I would have at the wedding too if I weren't too appalled to cry.

Now I sat in my bedroom, my once pristine well organised perfect bedroom, and fumed. Because I found out, as luck would have it, that there were worse surprises to come.

The Little Shit was doing his thing again, I knew it. I called him the Little Shit, as opposed to his dad, the Big Shit. I didn't realise the stallion had a kid when he first came round, and one my own age into the bargain. And now I was sharing a room, like some dipshit, with a gangly colt with an Arnold Schwarzenegger fixation and bad hygiene.

Right now he was down in the garage. Mum had boxed up the last of dads things and sent them to the tip, and in came a weight set for my dear step brother. The colt spent every night down there, grunting, lifting, sweating, grunting some more. He had bulges everywhere and the stench of his musk could be smelt up the stairs before he even set hoof back in the house.

He had turned my neat and ordered room into a disaster zone, clothes everywhere, books, sporting equipment. He refused to put anything away it seemed, just piling stuff on the floor or, and I shuddered to remember it, on my bed. I had taken exception to that at last, dumping it on his with a tersely worded note. He had read it with a quizzical look then smiled and ruffled my headfur like his dad. I fumed.

My nights were spent imagining how I was going to get the cunt back. I had settled on Deep Heat in his jockstrap right when he lumbered up the stairs and bulldozed into the room. I caught a whiff of his stench, and my nose wrinkled.

He was covered in sweat as usual, his grey coat matted with moisture. His black mane was everywhere, dripping, his forelock plastered to his face, and his black tail swished side to side gently as if swatting flies. He had his top off, and I could see his chest and belly, the muscles popped and swollen, and his shorts had dropped on his hips enough that I could just make out the faintest hint of curly pubes above the waistband. I tried not to notice, grinding my incisors and mumbling.

I hated him so much, and at least partly for being such a fucking sexy cunt.

"Got an extra ten pounds on the bench press tonight Lachlan."

I grunted. As if that was supposed to impress me?

"See...my chest is fucking hurting but it was worth it!"

He popped a bodybuilding pose. I gave a casual look, then a stare. He was getting bigger, I had to admit. His pectorals looked kind of puffy now, and really defined, and his areolae had grown and his nipples stood out so invitingly. I grunted again and turned away, but inside I whimpered.

Then he ruffled my head again.

"Awww...I know you swimmers need to stay slim, but bulk gets the girls swooning. You should try it Stick."

"Fuck off Dale."

I bit back. I hated that he made me bite back, but that nickname gave me the shits. Short for stick insect, it was supposed to be an indictment of my thin frame. I just felt I was built for speed in the water, but against the mass of that equine bodybuilder I felt inadequate and he knew it too.

"Awww take that back Stick..."

He gripped my arms and suddenly we were wrestling. I was no good at it, of course, not against two hundred pounds of testosterone pumped colt. He pinned me and rubbed my headfur in circles while I screamed at him to fuck off.

I heard the door open, and mum looked on, the stallion behind her with a grin on his muzzle.

"Ahhh my boys roughhousing. It's good to see you two bonding..."

"Just showing Lachie here some wrestling moves...mum..."

Mum always simpered when the fucker called her that. And she did now, and gave us a smile and headed for bed. I felt the colt against me, his muscles hard against my body, his sweat overpowering my nose.

"Think they are going to fuck tonight Stick?"

"Fuck off!"

God I hated that image. And the fact my nemesis loved making me think it.

He seemed to tire of tormenting me, and instead he headed for the shower. I settled in to read my book, but inside my stomach was doing a little butterfly dance. My nightly routine was about to begin.

Oh, I hated the bastard still, but I had found a silver lining to my cloud. Very silver, come to think of it, or at least a pearly white. For the bastard was incredible eye candy, and his nightly routine of grunting, straining, and showering led to some pretty useful outcomes for me. Once the cloud of colt sweat cleared, and he returned to our bedroom, it would begin.

Sure enough, he barged in again, with a towel round his waist this time. But that didn't last long, discarded casually on the floor like this was a Turkish brothel or something. But I got what I wanted, peeking from behind my book. Naked stud colt, whistling tunelessly as he stomped about looking for his iPad.

He slept naked. Every night. And every night, after his workout and his shower, he came back here and paraded around stark fucking naked with his heavy scrotum straining under the weight of two orange sized colt testicles and his muscles all bunched and he scratched his sheath and burped and got into bed and I watched it all while my cock shot to attention. And he played stupid games on his iPad and Skyped with his Neanderthal friends before turning out the light.

Tonight he was grinning ear to ear, so I knew he was on with some girl. He had his chest exposed, showing off for her, and I was glad he had an earpiece in or I might have had to vomit listening to her go off about his body. Sandy, or Sheila, or was it Susan? I forgot, they changed so often. But I got to watch him all right, and his cock tenting out the bedclothes as he played with his length under the covers.

"Ohhhh yeah...show me those tits..."

I put my own headphones in and drowned out the festival of straightness while he jacked himself nice and slow.

After a while, he lay his head back against the wall and I saw his eyes go wide and his hooves slid out from under the bedclothes and shook and I knew he was cumming. He gave his iPad a blown kiss and tossed the towel out from under the covers. I shuddered at the thought of it; I knew I would have to sniff it tomorrow, when I got the chance. It always smelt incredible, the scent of raw colt spunk.

If only he could have folded it properly or something.

Then he settled back and relaxed and I turned my own light off, pretending to be asleep. About half an hour was all it would take. He was a creature of habits, most of them gross.

The moon shone through our window, highlighting the colt's bed like a halo. I saw movement, and heard nickers and sighs. I breathed nice and quietly, regular as clockwork, waiting for my nightly entertainment.

I liked to watch it seemed.

The blanket danced. Slow, then faster. He let out a stifled whinny, then a grunt, and the covers moved sideways and off.

He was naked, illuminated by the moonlight. I shut my eyes to slits, and watched.

He was huge, I knew by now. Long, thick, it throbbed and shook as he stroked it slowly. The flare had spread already, flexing like a flower opening in the sun, and his balls danced. He was jacking off so slow, and I was matching his actions on my own alas much more modest cock. I could sense him getting close, waiting for the silver streak of colt spunk flying through the air, but he suddenly backed off, squeezing just under the flare and cupping his balls as he moaned.

I had to bite my paw to stop moaning too.

Fingers slid down straining colt flesh, and he used his other hand now to twist a nipple. I buried my muzzle in the pillow, achingly hard and jacked furiously. My own climax was coming ready or not.

"I know you are watching Stick."

The cum died on the cusp, replaced by fear.

He laughed, a musical whinny.

"I can hear you stupid wolf. And smell you; your precum smells distinct. I know you have been watching me at night...why not come over here and do something instead?"

I lay quiet as a mouse, but not quiet enough it seemed.

"Fine wolfboy, but I need to nut bad. So you can just lay there and watch if you like."

My eyes were open now, as it seemed I had been caught. He was smiling, his teeth white in the moonlight as he nodded at me. His hand slid over his cock, the tip leaking precum in a constant stream.

"I know you are gay Stick. You shouldn't use your favourite author as your unlock code on your laptop...I checked your cache pup. My...you like those big stud daddies don't you..."

"You cunt!"

My horror was matched by his amusement. He didn't stop jacking off though, and I watched in fascination as his cock swelled to even greater heights.

Then he stopped. I whimpered.

"I like taking my time Stick. Wonder how far I can shoot after an hour of edging? Think I can reach your bed?"

"Oh fuck..."

My eyes were on stalks watching his erotic display. Precum slicked fingers stroked his nipples, and then he suckled on one tasting his own pre.

"Hmmm...pity you are such a coward pup. You could be tasting this right now..."

"I'm not a coward!"

"Bwak...bwak bwak bwak bwak..."

Chicken noises. Fucking chicken noises.

"Fine!"

I threw the bedclothes off, and stormed over to his bed. He lay back, legs well spread, groin thrust up for my attention, that smirk all over his muzzle.

"That's it Sticky...sticky by name, sticky by nature."

His cock felt so incredible. Only my second cock, after a furtive wank off with my tiger mate from swimming on a training camp. This was nothing like that, a stallion cock, huge and virile. I felt the heat, and the power, running my fingerpads over the shaft and up to the swollen flare.

"Now your muzzle...you know you want to suck it, don't you pup..."

He was kneeling on the bed now, and I lay down and sniffed his groin. It stank of raw cum and colt musk and I almost howled, rubbing my cock against his bed and trying to hump it into orgasm. Instead, I let my tongue reach out to lick tentatively, lapping at the underside of his scrotum.

He hissed, and his hand ruffled my headfur.

"Good pup...good pup..."

Rough hands guided me to his tip. I licked, tasting the raw tang of colt precum and piss. Then I opened wide and sucled on his flare, drawing pleasured nickers from his muzzle. He pulled on my neck and I felt my jaw forced wide, a foot of hard colt cock finding its way into my throat.

I choked and he let me back off a bit, then pushed again.

"You know, a slut like you, should be made to deep throat. Oh, I know you can't take it pup, but when you whine and gag all over my cock it makes me so hard and so wet with your spit...feels good."

Another whimper, deep in my throat, and he slid into me harder, while I fought for breath.

"Yeah, keep your nose in my pubes where it belongs."

He was right, I felt the tickle of his curly hairs on my snout, the stench of colt musk almost overpowering. He pushed off a little, and I felt his medial again on my lips, flare rubbing my raw throat.

"You were right dad, he took the bait after all."

I moaned, tongue on his shaft, then suddenly I went rigid. I tried to pull off but he held me there, one hand on the scruff of my neck, and I opened my eyes and stared.

There, at the end of the bed, was my stepdad. And he had a smirk to match his son.

"Told you colt. He needed it bad."

The bed creaked under the weight of my step father's body. He was wearing his boxers, and I could smell his cum and my mum's scent. They had fucked all right; but as he pulled his boxers off I could see he was still hard as a rock, and his cock looked just like my step-brother's. Swollen, massive, powerful.

I felt his hands on my ass, then he spread my cheeks.

"Yeah, nothing like that first hit of cold air on your hole, is there boy?"

I tried to respond, to gasp, to plead, but I could make no sound except a gurgle around the mass of horse cock in my muzzle. Then I felt heat, warm breath, and then wetness as his tongue explored my pucker.

"MMMMMPGH"

"Fuck he likes that dad, I can feel him trying to swallow my cock all the way!"

"Yeah, slut like this needs two real men to satisfy him. Just as well his good ole mom obliged or I would not be able to give him the long fucking he deserves."

He was stroking my taint while his son rocked back and forward on his knees feeding me his cock. My cock twitched, and I felt a big hand grip me painfully and rub the tip.

"Hope you make plenty of precum puppy. Only lube you're getting..."

I was. I was leaking like a tap. Then he slid his fingers into me, deep to the knuckle, and I moaned again round the colt's meat and gave in to the sensations.

"Yeah, built to be bred...how's that muzzle son?"

"Ohhh so fucking hot dad!"

"Good...real good..."

I felt it then. A fat cocktip rubbing my taint, teasing my pucker.

"Fuck I love nothing more than a furry taint. Love the feel of those soft hairs tickling my cock as I breed , all the way in and all the way out. Now, relax pup..."

I tried. I really did. But instead I struggled as I felt the fat head split my pucker wide open. Strong colt hands held me there, until I stopped struggling and took it, my ass spread wide and filled to overflowing with stallion cock. He hesitated a second with the flare inside me, then he slid all the way home in one deep slow thrust while I writhed against the bed and screamed against the invasion at both ends.

"Yeah hurts doesn't it...but it will get better..."

He pulled back, all the way with his cock popping from my hole. I whimpered, and the colt took the opportunity to slam in to the hilt and I gagged on a muzzle full of colt cock.

"Yeah...practice makes perfect for a bitch."

His flare nuzzled my hole and drove in again, once again to the hilt. I shook like a leaf under the assault, but this time, he stopped with a few inches outside my shattered hole and waggled his hips. I moaned, my ass adjusting reluctantly to the feeling of being bred by a stallion.

"See son, you need to start a new bitch off by taking his ass a few times, until he needs the feel of that first penetration spreading his hole. This one feels so tight too, might even be a virgin. You think that muzzle is cherry too?"

"Oh fuck dad...he feels so hot..."

"Let it all out then son, let him taste it..."

The cold gripped my cheeks and began to thrust his hips wildly. I felt the rasp of colt cock on my lips, the delicious tang of precum, the throb along his cumtube.

"Ohhh fuck...ohhh fuck..."

One big stallion hand twisted my tail round his wrist, stretching my hole. His cock hovered over my taint, rubbing against the sensitive skin, teasing my opening.

"Ohhh FUCK!"

I felt it, then tasted it, then smelt it. A river of colt spunk, filling my throat to overflowing. I gagged, then screamed again, as the stallion suddenly thrust into me and rammed in harder than I thought possible. I felt heavy balls slap mine, and the thud of hips against my ass. I pulled off the shooting colt cock, taking shots to the face as I struggled for breath, pain and need filling my vision along with thick streaks of horse cum.

"Did I tell you to stop sucking his cock pup?"

The growl was tinged with menace. I snuffled, but opened my muzzle and admitted the now spent colt cock. He was sensitive, and all I could do for now was lick the residue from his shaft, his flare off limits.

"Better."

This time it glided, if that were possible. A fat throbbing mass of stallion muscle, but it glided over the strained skin of my tunnel, leaving pleasures and guilt in its wake. I moaned, deep, the feel of the vibration in my muzzle against his shaft making the colt moan too and push his cock into me again. I swallowed it down greedily this time.

"Yeah, you are ready for daddy aren't you now pup? Your mum, now you. Both neglected by your dad, well no more son. You are going to get what you need."

His hips went into a dance, long slow thrusts, all the way in, all the way out, his swinging testicles kissing mine on each fresh thrust. I felt the colt's hands on my shoulders, then my hands, lifting me up until I had my hands on his shoulders, back arched, muzzle against his.

"Go on son."

A whinny, and a command. I looked into twinkling colt eyes, and suddenly his muzzle opened and we kissed and I tasted mint and hay and he tasted his own cum. He didn't stop; instead he groaned and his tongue slid down my raw sore throat so much easier to take than his cock.

"Yeah such a good bitch."

The bed creaked, groaning under the unfamiliar weight. His thrusts became harder, faster, slapping against my nut and making me cry out in an embarrassingly high pitched yelp. The kiss went on, tongue ravishing my throat, cock ravishing my ass, and now a colt hand roughly jacking my cock.

Then he slid my sheath back, fingertips softly caressing my swollen knot. That did it for me, as much as the raw pounding in my ass.

"AHHMPFGH!"

I let it out, my cry muffled after a first scream by a colt kiss. I guess that was a good idea; I knew mum was a heavy sleeper but I might have woken the dead if that scream went on for any time.

My balls unloaded, all over the Little Shit's bed. My ass clenched tight, unable to take much more, and I felt the stallion suddenly thrust faster and bite my shoulder and whinny into my ear as he dumped his load of daddy spunk in my tender depths.

Collapsed on the bed, I could only pant in exhaustion, and feel the raw ache of a cock leaving my well fucked hole for the first time. I could feel cum dripping down my taint and over my scrotum, the kiss of night air too deliciously soothing the heat radiating from my raw hole. Hands gripped my ankles and I was suddenly turned on my back, looking up at two smirking stud stallions.

The colt was jacking off slow, his cock back to full mast and leaking. He glanced at his dad and winked. The stallion shrugged.

"Go head colt. That hole needs to be used..."

Oh fuck...

My legs were raised high, over the colt's shoulders, but my vision was suddenly interrupted by a stallion ass being lowered inexorably onto my muzzle. From somewhere above I heard a growled command.

"Now lick good and proper bitch and I will let you cum when I'm good and ready."

My muzzle was buried in his crack, and I could smell it all. Different to his son, the scent of mature stallion musk, the deep funk of his ass, and the tang of something I didn't want to contemplate but knew deep down was my mum's pussy juice matted dripping from his groin.

"Good bitch..."

I let my tongue test the waters. That rich deep taste filled me with the scent and I groaned and lapped hungrily at his hole. I could feel the rough muscled ridge of his pucker and pressed my tongue to the centre, pushing as hard as I could. I felt it suddenly open as he settled over my face and my tongue drove into that ass and I felt the heat and the tightness engulf me. And that taste; oh fuck, that taste.

"Yeah nice and deep...now your turn son. Lick his ass first boy...you need to taste your dad on the bitch."

The colt bent to my hole, and I felt his breath and the kiss of his tongue as he lapped at me. I could hear his little whinnies, matching my moans at the thought of what he was tasting. Then he shifted and I felt opened wide and vulnerable as he settled in knelt at my ass.

The colt's flare kissed my leaking hole and pressed. My raw pucker gave up the fight and I cried out, the sound lost in the depths of a stallion ass, as my abused tunnel took his flare and the first few inches of colt cock.

"Fuck dad...you came so much I think I'm drowning."

"Got him ready for you son. Best job a stallion can do for his colt."

The penetration was easier this time, even with my sore hole. I took him in one thrust, and felt those cute curly pubes tickle my belly. He began the fuck, rough and uncontrolled, but hotter for all that. As he built his pace, the stallion over me grunted his approval, and began rubbing his ass over my muzzle, forcing me to lick his taint, and then his scrotum, and then...

"Suck it good boy."

I had a muzzle full of stallion cock, just the tip for now, as he teased my muzzle with short jabs of his hips. I could taste his cum and my ass, hungry for it deep in my throat. The colt was fucking hard, faster and faster, my poor ass screaming at the assault. Then he whinnied and I felt a second gush of heat deep inside me, and an ache in my ankles where his hands clenched instinctively and painfully in his orgasm and wouldn't let go.

The stallion suddenly bucked his hips and my moans and cries were stifled by his shaft. He also gripped my cock and jacked the tip, fingers gently stroking my overstrained nerves. Another hand went to work too, the colt squeezing my balls even as he let his still hard cock playfully stroke my depths.

"Daddy wants you to cum boy...so cum and cum now!"

I lost it then, all over my belly, the pleasure increased when I felt a gush of stallion spunk in my throat. I drank it all, as a good bitch should, then cleaned both cocks and licked up every last drop.

My ass was hurting so much the next morning when I got up for swimming. I also found a couple of little presents left behind; one colt jockstrap, and a pair of stallion boxers. I put the boxers over my muzzle, finding I loved the stink of raw daddy stud more, sniffing luxuriously as I jacked off with the colt's jockstrap. I opened my eyes long enough to see the twinkle of colt eyes from the other bed, and a wide white smile, and the motion of a colt hand matching my strokes.

"See...you like me leaving my stuff on your bed after all Stick..."

Yeah, I guess I did. Maybe order and neatness was overrated. But watching definitely had it's uses; on both sides.