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The sun sank behind the hills at 6 on the dot, as it does every day in Smashville. Warm orange light bathed the valley town in its embrace, the reflection glittering off the river like a handful of precious gems. Across town villagers were settling into their evening meals, the ever-present fluorescent glow from the Nook & Go still oddly welcoming to those out enjoying the twilight.

Beau didn't see any of this. The orange antelope had been inside all day, busy basking in the warm glow from his TV and a never-ending stream of cooking shows. Beau was most comfortable inside after all, where the food was, and where he had control over everything. It's a little wonder he'd spent the last 12 hours inside, where he was most at peace, surrounded by a bevy of snacks and beverages. Of course, the half ounce of weed that showed up at his door this morning also had a hand in it. There was -no- way he'd ordered it, Beau reckoned an hour later, packing a third bowl into his dull blue bong. But he wasn't about to turn down such a windfall; it was probably just a gift from that cute new villager.

Back in the present, Beau shifted on the couch, a couple empty chip bags cascading down his side onto the floor as he reached for the weed bag. He idly tapped the bowl of the bong cleaned and loaded more, although his newly obtained supply was rapidly dwindling. Either way, the severely stoned antelope settled back in with the bong between his legs, the cold bottom of it pressing up against his exposed junk. Beau never wore pants inside his house, or really in general; he was too free-spirited and lazy for that, after all. He lit it and took a huge rip, blowing smoke idly as he changed the channel to a different cooking network.

Beau reached over and grabbed a handful of carrot chips, stuffing them noisily into his muzzle and munching them down. He bent over again, preparing to take another hit before -WHAM!- A loud bang from his front door, startling him out of his weed-induced stupor. "Hey Beau! I know you're in there, sulky!" A voice shouted from outside. "I know you have my package, give it back!" Beau quickly took another hit, giving a light shrug: it was Marshal. "I'm coming in, sulky!" Marshal yelled out again, kicking the door in. "You lazy jerk, you can't even answer the door?" Marshal stood in the doorway, the light of twilight outlining him as a silhouette.

Marshal strode in, kicking aside empty snack bags on the floor. The white squirrel was dressed down in his usual sleeveless denim jacket and shorts. He looked pretty pissed, too. "I thought -I- was messy. Hey! Is that my weed, sulky???" He said angrily, stepping closer to the antelope. "What the heck, did you smoke it all, sulky?" Beau giggled and gave a weak shrug and grin, very clearly embarrassed. "Sorry, saltlick??" He said uneasily, shifting in his seat. He struck his lighter and bent over again, doing the only thing he could really think of in the situation. "Hey! Don't take another hit while I'm talking to you sulky! Gimme that!" Marshal said and stepped forward, grabbing the bong out of Beau's hands. It didn't stop the antelope from taking it, though, the bowl clattering back into place from the movement. Marshal stepped forward, a paw going to the back of Beau's head as his lips locked around Beau's. Beau had nowhere to exhale but into Beau's mouth, shotgunning his bong hit right into his mouth. Marshal breathed deep, breaking off the embrace and exhaling the secondhand smoke.

"Yer paying me back for that weed you smoked, sulky." Marshal said adamantly, moving the bong to the side on the couch. The white squirrel leaned over the still stunned antelope. He leaned in closer to Beau, his hot breath washing over his still stunned lips. "Or I'll kick yer buns." The squirrel added, pounding a fist into his palm. Beau just nodded dumbly, an obvious tent growing at the bottom of his patterned shirt. Marshal grinned, locking his chubby little thighs right around the antelope's tightly. The squirrel thumbed down the fly on his denim short shorts, a crowning pink head wrapped a fuzzy white sheath peaking over the top of a pink pair of panties. Marshal grabbed the bong and lighter from the couch and pulled himself into a laying position, dragging the antelope with him. "Get stroking then, sulky." Beau sat dumb for a second, unsteady on the couch. His weed-addled brain was rather slow to catching on, even if his rapidly growing boner was right in the moment.

Beau's hooves worked faster than his brain, the antelope dumbly reaching for that panty-clad sheathbase. He gave it a light squeeze, feeling the warmth bleeding through the underwear into his palm. Marshal gave a sound of acknowledgment and settled over the bong, striking it and taking a huge rip. "Yeah, just like that sulky..." Marshal added with a long exhale, blowing the smoke over their heads and spreading his legs further. Beau seemed spurred on by the encouragement, his other hoof joining the first and running along the white squirrel's exposed thigh.

Marshal dipped his paw down, thumbing down the rest of his zipper. He shimmied his shorts down a little farther, his erection throbbing and dripping a line of pre onto Beau's working digits. The antelope gave another sheepish grin and leaned his muzzle over, licking over Marshal's tip. The squirrel let a small moan slip, moving to take another hit from the bong and closing his eyes. Beau grinned again and leaned forward over the squirrel, still stroking that throbbing sheath in his palm. Marshal's toes curled at the attention, breathing deep from the glass pipe, Beau immediately looming over the squirrel and running his thumb over that leaky cocktip in his grip. Marshal sputtered in surprise at the sudden sensitive fondling, coughing his hit out- or he would have, if Beau hadn't locked his lips right around the startled squirrel and breathing deep. Beau dutifully took the shotgunned hit, expelling smoke out of the side of his muzzle, broad flat tongue working over the stunned squirrel's lips.

When Marshal has walked through the door, he felt he was in complete control of the situation. A situation, which now, just moments later, seemed to leave him completely helpless. This weed was -good- he thought idly, his own little pink tongue meeting Beau's in a positively sloppy stoner makeout. With Beau atop him he became acutely aware of two things; firstly, the antelope very clearly had a dominant side, as evidenced by the large amount of pronghorn precum pooling around his balls. Secondly, he wasn't sure he wanted to resist Beau's attempt to take control. "He's hot as hell, fuck.!" He thought to himself, suckling gently on Beau's larger lips.

Beau still didn't say anything except letting out a half-growl half-moan, feeling much more predator than prey. He ground his now fully exposed and rock hard equine cock up against Marshal's much smaller pink tip. He leaned back a little, pushing Marshal's stubby little legs up in the air, those perfectly plush white furred asscheeks partially exposed to the air. Marshal meekly set the bong to the side, trembling in the cervine's grip and biting his lip. The squirrel curled a paw in front of his trembling mouth, desperately grinding back against Beau's much larger appendage. He always positioned himself as the dominant one, but this weed was hopelessly strong; instead of taking the lead as usual he felt the need to give in and let the antelope just raw him deeply.

The antelope still said nothing, his breathing coming out in little warm puffs on one of the squirrel's footpaws. Beau leaned forward, his fingers probing underneath Marshal's curled white tail. The bushy appendage twitched uncertainly but Beau paid it no mind, his fingers slowly rubbing over the squirrel's tailhole, spreading the muscle out. Marshal let out a high-pitched gasp, followed by a longer moan, a few drops of his pre joining the flood dwarfing his much smaller dick. "Mmf, careful down there sulky!". He snapped out. Even though he was going to be the one bottoming, the squirrel was adamant in being the one in control. Beau said nothing, instead reaching down and grinding their dicks together, squishing through the copious fluids. Meanwhile, his fat digits worked the white squirrel's hole, pressing the end of his long finger as far inside Marshal as he could. Marshal yelped in surprise, a small bubble of pre dribbling from his tip and his eyes fluttering for a second as he attempted to regain his dominant composure.

A second finger quickly joined the first inside the quickly crumbling squirrel, his anal ring drawn taut around the ever-eager digits. A line of stupefied drool started to drip from Beau's muzzle, landing right on Marshal's increasingly sticky belly fur. The dommy little shit could barely contain his ecstasy, his small paw grappling at his mouth in a fruitless attempt to stifle the gamut of girlish moans. Beau meanwhile quickened his pace, relentlessly fingering the squirrel's hole even as the other paw haphazardly stroked along his fat shaft. He had completely forgotten Marshal's dick at this point, his fat pronghorn balls resting fully atop it and smothering it. The only pleasure Marshal would be getting was from Beau's fingers hammering at his prostate and the motion of his stroking reverberating through those rapidly seizing up testicles.

"Fuck, fuck, f-fuck.!" Marshal gasped out, his lip quivering as Beau fingered his button, feeling an immense wave of pleasure building up inside him. "Fuck, fuck!" He yelled out, his tiny balls seizing up underneath the cervine's as he finally came, his small load sputtering out underneath Beau's leathery pouch. Long rivulets of it ran down his thighs, his orgasm utterly stifled by Beau's rapid jerking. The antelope didn't seem to notice however, his fingers still rubbing right on Marshal's prostate, his own eyes fluttering at his own rapidly approaching orgasm. Marshal's face quickly became a grimace of pain and frustration as Beau just kept fingering him, the cervine clearly lost in his own orgasmic bliss. "Hey sulky, knock it off!" Marshal said with a gasp of pain. Beau paid him no mind, his paw flying up and down his length.

Beau bent over Marshal, desperately jerking himself off, his heavily lidded eyes looking down at the squirrel's pinched expression. His stoned mind was completely oblivious to Marshal's protests, focusing solely on the orgasm rapidly approaching the surface. "H-H-Hey.!" Marshal stuttered out, gripping at the sheets as Beau towered over him, the antelope moving his oversized dick just below his chin. Beau gave no warning; or if he did, he didn't vocalize it, instead pinching the flat head of his cock and pointing it directly at the rodent's open mouth. With a tightening of his balls, the antelope let loose, the first fat blast of seed splattering across Marshal's open mouth and chin. The squirrel tried to protest but got another blast of the stuff, sticky cum absolutely coating his face. He had no choice but to close his eyes, and Beau's other hand popped carelessly free from Marshal's ass. The cervine moved his thumb up to Marshal's chin, holding his wrecked mouth open to catch the rest of his seed.

Marshal sputtered under the onslaught, fruitlessly attempting to swallow as much antelope cum as he could, his mouth dwarfed by the sheer amount of it. Beau huffed, his breathing ragged as his orgasm eventually tapered off, wiping the last remnants on his tip on the rodent's cum spattered denim jacket. Marshal was a total mess: his face was painted head to toe in Beau's cum, and there were long white streaks in his chest fur and across his jacket. He gasped for air, his eyes lidded as seed rolled down his round face onto Beau's couch. The cervine's thumb slipped into Marshal's mouth, gently fucking his load down the squirrel's throat. Marshal moaned weakly, gently suckling on the flat appendage in his muzzle.

Eventually, Marshal swallowed all that was given to him, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at the stoner antelope over him. "You still owe me for the weed, sulky.