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Yeapus & Fig

Characters are copyright Brallion

Story text copyright Daniel C. Aaron "Rale the Otter"

Fig had found the solution here in these woods. Time could not be harnessed into a machine, but there were places in the world where past and present could exist in cohabitation, where time bent in on itself, opening a gateway of a sorts. The ram looked down at the special sensor he had created as he walked through the woods; he had a good idea where to set up the gateway.

After an hour he found the spot, a central location amidst seven or eight tall trees that formed roughly a large square, almost a circle. Having figured out the dimensions and location of this gateway, he grabbed crystal-like objects out of his pack, securing them to the nearby trees. That done, he worked at the machine in his hand, calibrating it to the frequencies of the crystals. After about fifteen minutes, he was ready.

For the machine to open the gateway, it had to be within the gateway, which meant that he had to be in the circle of trees. It wouldn't work any other way, and he was feeling adventurous. You can't make scientific progress without a little risk every once and a while, he figured. He stepped into the the circle of trees, close to the center but not quite in it, and pressed the activation switch on the device.

Something like an electric shock hit him briefly, then intense cold, which made him shiver and collapse a little on himself. As he did so, he looked down to notice his clothes were gone. He stood there naked, a ram with blue diamond shapes on his legs, shoulders, and forehead, the same color as his horns and the fur of his inner ear, marking the rest of his gray-brown fur coat. Whatever the cold shock was, he assumed the displacement of time-space, it caused his fur to bristle and his genitals to hug body for warmth, as if immersed in cold water.

A moment later he had recovered from the cold, noticing that the air was noticeably warmer than it had been before the time displacement had taken place. It was almost tropical, the grass about a foot or more taller than it had been, the trees more wild and unyielding. It had worked! Though apparently inorganic material, such as his clothing, must not be able to survive the trip through time.

Fig's excitement over his success, however, was distracted by the sight of another person standing a few yards away from him. He was an equine species of sorts, Fig realized, but an older and earlier evolution of the equine persons of his own time. Many anatomical features marked this, most noticeably he had three large hoofed fingers, and his feet also ended in a division of three separate hooves. The equine's fur was a ruby red color, with markings on his shoulder, flanks, hips, and thighs that were a shade darker than the the rest of his fur. His mane was a creamy color, though hard to say if it was more a shade of white or yellow, and his eyes, piercing and intense, were a brilliant golden color. Gender was obvious, male, his genitals the same golden brown color of his chest and belly.

The equine must have been taking a rest, or always went about naked. Either way, Fig's sudden appearance must have surprised him. The equine's first reaction, recovering from this surprise, was to search around with his eyes and a few turns of his head, as if looking for a weapon. Finding no weapon, the equine seemed prepared to use his fists, parting his legs and planting his feet, his large cock swaying to and fro from the motion but the large, heavy balls that hung behind barely moving.

The sight of the equine's large and impressive package momentarily distracted Fig. The cock was even in its flaccid state close to seven inches or more, thick and rounded with a foreskin that had several large folds extending past the glans, ending in a widely opened snout. Fig soon had a hard-on by watching this intimidating yet erotic display. The equine kept his defensive pose for a minute but then dropped it when Fig didn't reciprocate.

He seemed puzzled momentarily. He clearly saw Fig's erection, staring at it. It must have aroused the equine, who soon started getting hard also. Soon the equine began to cross the distance between himself and the ram. By the time he reached Fig, the equine's cock was fully hard, the glans escaped from the hood of the foreskin-glossy, wet, and flared out at the top edge. He didn't stop walking till their muzzles, as well as their cocks, were touching.

"Um..." Fig started to say, but then closed his mouth and looked down at their two cocks rubbing together, snaking around each other's.

Suddenly the equine reached down with his powerful hoofed hand and grabbed Fig's pink shaft. The ram shuddered then as the equine began rubbing it up and down in a repeated motion, the inner foreskin sliding against the sensitive and aroused skin of his glans. He looked up, staring into the equine's bright golden eyes.

The ram put a hand to his chest, trying to communicate in at least a small way.

"F-Fig..." he said, catching his breath a moment, still looking into the equine's eyes.

The equine gave a puzzled look, then seemed to understand. With the hand not on Fig's cock, he followed the ram's example.

"Yeapus," he said, in a deep baritone voice that rumbled.

Suddenly they were caught up in the moment, as if each other's names were all they needed. The equine kissed Fig. It was a passionate kiss, held for a long time as it was followed by the equine wrapping arms around Fig and pulling the ram in close, his own hard cock rubbing against the equine's.

After a moment, Yeapus, in a gentle motion, put his strong hands on the ram's shoulders and turned him around. Fig heard and felt Yeapus crouch down, a hoofed hand trailing along the ram's spine, making him shudder, and then grab his buttocks, parting them. He then applied a long and wet searching tongue to the ram's ass, the soft pink flesh there parting and contracting in response to the stimuli. This caused Fig's body to shudder more, and he began to moan, squirming a bit as the equine continued to rim him, one hand still gripping his ass, and one firmly gripping Fig's short tail.

After a moment, and with Fig very wet from Yeapus's tongue in and around his asshole, the ram felt himself fall backwards slowly as the equine lay down in the tall grass that surrounded the pair, Yeapus pulling Fig on top of him. The equine then lifted the ram above his cock, and Fig angled himself, using his legs for support. The equine arced upwards and Fig lowered himself gently onto the massive cock. He felt himself opened up slowly, eliciting a moan from the ram and a nicker from the equine. It wasn't long after that that they got a rhythm going, the equine ramming upwards into Fig repeatedly, who moaned loudly in unmeasurable pleasure. Yeapus, the equine, held Fig in a strong but tender sort of way, placing his long muzzle up against the ram's face and holding him even tighter as he came inside the ram.

The equine whinnied as warm sticky cum shot up into Fig, who bleated in ecstasy. His own cock, which he'd been rubbing at with a free hand, foreskin sliding up and down and the blue tip exposed, began shooting its own thick torrent of cum onto his and the equine's chest and belly. Both having cum, they collapsed onto the soft, luscious grass, the equine's cock gradually deflating until it slid out of Fig's asshole, flopping, still very large, onto the equine's leg, still leaking the last few drops of cum out of its tip, as was the ram's. They breathed heavily for a few moments, lying together, recovering from their intense physical activity.

Suddenly another cold shock hit him, and he felt himself fall a few inches, hitting the ground. He'd forgotten there was a set time limit on, well, the time travel. His device, his time key, was nearby. So it hand't been destroyed after all. He stood and picked it up, looking at the status bar of the device. An hour or two till it was charged up enough again. He looked at the trees, a few crystals shattered, he could replace those.

Back to a normal body temperature, he could still feel the warm fluid inside him. He reached a hand back, some of the equine's cum, turning to a more clear liquid, now on his fingers. He inhaled deeply and thought. Yes, he would try and get back there, using that hour or so to see if he could make the time displacement gate stay open longer this time. He hoped the equine, Yeapus, would still be there.