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Topher dragged his tongue up the long flare-headed equine shaft and then lapped the anxious head. He braced himself on the couch with one hand grabbing into the cushion. With the other hand, he held the semi-erect and still stiffening package high. His knees were on the floor, his red furred body in the middle of muscular brown and white Equine legs. The horse's posture was far more relaxed. An arm to the side and an arm gently petting his horny host down the back of his head.

The naked ferret-fox made a slight adjustment to the base. He tilted it on an angle so he could wrap his lips around the flared tip. He gave it a suck, spinning his tongue in semi-circles along the bottom. Then he went down, only able to get a few inches in before he couldn't go any further along the massive piece. Not deterred, he stroked the shaft in pace with his mouth works.

The stallion sounded a soft 'mmm' sound to himself, and let his head tilt back as he blocked out everything around him but the sensations that were pulsating through his shaft. His pets gradually turned into rougher grabs of fur, becoming more frequent the faster his package throbbed. He kept his eyes closed to the world around him.

In front of Topher's eyes was the brown thighs against the white couch. Occasionally he'd pull back his head far enough to see where the brown on the shaft became patchy, with bits of pink in the mix. The taste of excitement was starting to drip onto his tongue. The smell of the horse invaded his nostrils. His ears focused in on the very soft sounds the stallion made.

Neither of them was paying attention to the door. It was only twelve thirty in the afternoon, they had at least three more hours of play time before anyone would dare interrupt them. That was what Topher believed when he started calling through some of his more discreet friends on his phone list. A few hours of uninterrupted playtime to help a boring day without his husband go by.

Tully's schedule, however, wasn't nearly as set in stone as Topher believed. Sure, there was some traveling involved. An hour there, and an hour back. The dragon was off to discuss a potential gig, first meeting with the director, then the producer, and maybe a quick lunch before the drive back. He did tell Topher he'd be back around five or six. But he also figured there would be more local distractions, more interview questions, and more notes to go over.

Which meant that, in reality, lunch was over by eleven forty-five. And there Topher was his lips around a large horse cock, unable to see or hear the dragon opening the front door. The fuzzy dragon became quiet while watching his husband's act of infidelity. He watched for a few minutes, waiting for somebody to notice him watching from the doorway. After being ignored for far too long, he started to consider the cruelest way to interrupt their fun without causing any real harm to either of them.

After a few moments of deliberation and enjoying the show, the dragon decided a pinch to the Stallion's ear was the best course of action. The inking of pain caused him to jerk up. The jolt caused the Ferret-fox to gag and back off of the cock, leaving only a thin trail of saliva mixed with drips of excitement going from his lips to the stallion's tips. Topher help himself up by his paws, watching as his husband managed to bring the larger stallion up on his feet. He smirked at the how easily the muscular horse turned yellow with just a little pinch.

"Pants up," he said. The horse complied, pulling his slacks up and walking through the door before even finishing zipping the jeans. Tully smirked as the door closed in front of him. He took the horse's place on the couch. 'Let's have some fun with this,' he thought to himself, trying to hide amusement behind a scornful expression.

"Did you forget that we have rules about inviting guests over?"

"Sorry, I didn't think you'd be home. You know how boring-" "Go wash the taste of horse cock out of your mouth."

Topher wasn't in the position to argue. He got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom. He gurgled the mouthwash extra loudly to make sure his husband could hear him. Though it took more than a bit of mouthwash to get the salty flavor off his tongue. It had the staying power that other animal semen didn't quite have. Even as he spit the mouthwash into the sink, little bits of precum stayed on his tongue. In the other room, Tully flipped through the channels during a time of the day when all that could be picked up were TV Court shows and soap operas.

When Topher returned, Tully maintained eye contact on the TV alone. Tully just slapped on his knee with a grin inviting the Ferret-Fox to lay his body over. The Ferret-Fox did just that, and within seconds felt the first long, hard slap on his buttocks. Tully waited for the stinging sensation to die down before the second slap sent that painful tingling sensation right back through the rump. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth slap came in rapid progression, not allowing the pain to die down, but becoming easier to bare by the end. A final seventh slap was administered. Tully rubbed the rump, knowing how red it must be under the fur, noticing the slight twitches his partner made as he pressed in even a little bit.

Tully shut off the television. He pushed Topher off of his knee. Half falling, the Ferret-Fox cringed as his swollen behind slammed against the floor. He leaned forward on to his hands in an attempt to stand, but his partner placed one leg on his back to keep him in that position. With the other foot, Tully latched on to Topher's package and squeezed the shaft between his toes. He pulled up and down in a hard jerking motion. He pulled his other foot back the moment he was confident that his partner would stay on his hands and knees and poked at Topher's rump with his toes. He made a mental note of every time Topher twitched so that he could have a map of every place he could touch to startle him.

After the mental mapping was complete, Tully decided to run his large toe around ferret-fox's anus, poking at it but not penetrating it. He liked to tease for a little bit first. Get his already sore partner

hot and bothered enough to want to beg, debase himself just a little bit, and then still leave him wanting. That was the rest of the punishment, of course. The spanking was just the primer. The real thrill would be in denying the thrills that Topher would go as far as to beg for. Not forever, of course, because this was a loving relationship. There was no leaving anyone out in the cold too long. Just enough to make them squirm.

Tully licked his index finger, leaned in, and ran the wet digit where the toe had just been. This time he penetrated the hole with the very tip of the finger. Enough to gently graze the sphincter muscles and pull away right before Topher expected the length. Tully could feel the shivers running down his partner's spine. Topher's body was eager for more and Tully knew it.

"You want it, don't you?", Tully asked poking one of the painful spots on Topher's ass. "Yes," Topher said. "Just yes?" Tully asked, "Yes what?" "I want you to fuck me."

"No." Tully sat back and waited for a please. He got that within a matter of seconds, but it just wasn't loud

enough. An "I can't hear you" was sent back Topher's way. There were some more poking and prodding of Topher's sore spots. Every single time he tried to say please he yelped halfway through the word as Tully pushed into his aching rump. Four times he did that before letting him sound out the last part of the word.

"Spread for me," Tully ordered, "Spread your cheeks as wide as you can. "

Topher did as he was told. He tilted his entire body forward, supporting himself with his chest and shoulders while grabbing hold of each cheek, pulling them, and revealing the pink star between them. Tully watched as his partner struggled to stay upright. He gave a poke to a less sensitive part of the buttocks and laughed under his breath as the ferret-fox lost his footing. He lifted his rump back in

the air, bending his knees back up, only resting on his elbows for seconds. Tully went down to the floor for him, squeezing Topher's cock while rubbing his own package through his pants. He unbuttoned his jeans and ran the tip of the erect part up and down the crack.

"Now," Tully started, "What was it you wanted me to do?" "Please," Topher said, no longer playful but genuinely annoyed, "Fuck me in the ass." "Do you promise to follow the rules?" "No horsecock?" Topher asked out of desperation, his cock twitching as his partner teased his

hole. "Unless you intend to share."

Tully stopped the up and down motion and started to circle the entrance between the cheeks with the point at the tip of his cock. He poked around while the ferret-fox tried to give him a bigger opening. Tully squeezed the inflamed rump and pulled it wide. Topher cried out. His hands hit the ground. Then Tully pushed in. It went in easy, the pinkish part expanding from the tip. The push to the first bend was smooth. Topher exhaled all the way down. Tully loosed his grip and slowed down, pulling back to the edge. He started another easy push in, but the moment he gave the ass another hard squeeze, he pushed in hard, popping over the bend with ease. Topher reacted with a loud gasp. His hands now in front of him he was able to lift himself off the ground and push back while Tully pushed forward.

Each long thrust was punctuated by testicles slapping together. Every time Tully felt that he went from a soft hold to a squeeze. The half dozen thrusts were slow, methodical, and went the entire length of the part. After that he stayed on the girthier part after the bend, picking up speed, the rectum wrapping snugly around the part, massaging it with each push, stroking it along. The corner of the shaft rubbed along the prostate, causing some leakage from Topher's aching cock. Tully anticipated that. He grabbed Topher's shaft with one hand, keeping a hold on the thigh with the other. The thrusts reached

their peak speed and Tully's cock began to throb. Topher could feel it pulsating inside of him. He felt it hitting the sphincter and the prostate, but

not against the always contracting and expanding walls. No longer able to push back, he focused on keeping as still as possible while his partner pounded into him. Tully gave the rump another slap before bracing himself on the thigh again. Topher bit his lip and simply endured it. His cock was ready to explode. He readjusted his teeth every few seconds, trying to prolong the moment. Tully was starting to slow down and Topher knew that meant he was almost ready to go. Then, Tully stopped.

"Tell me how bad you want it." "Tully," he squeaked, "Please... Fill me up." It only took a few more thrusts. A hot stream shot forth through the tip. Tully thrust inward a

few more times before his member started to deflate. He pulled out, having finished the stream and followed with two quick pulses that matted into the ferret-fox's fur. He let go of his partner's cock and gave the ass one more slap. The exhausted ferret-fox laid on the ground, flat, his dribbling cock resting downward between his legs. Tully sat back down enjoying his handiwork. He stretched his foot and rubbed his partner's dripping cock, seeing how much more excitement he could milk from it. He massaged it with the ball of his foot until it throbbed, and created a bigger mess on the ground.

And for the next several minutes, that was it. Tully smirked and chuckled a bit at the sight of his husband laying there in a pool of cum. Topher waited for him to get his strength back, even if it was just enough for him to move up off the floor. Tully caressed his sheath. He coaxed the tip out again, aroused by the sopping puddle of sex in front of him. He closed his eyes for a moment's rest. He opened them up to see his partner climbing back to his feet.

"Don't get up," Tully said as he stood.

Topher watched as Tully picked up his pants and rummaged through the pocket. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to see if that horse friend of yours wants a go after all."