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"Ugh, how long do ya suppose the air-conditioning'll be broke for?"

"If is anythin' like last time, a week? I'unno..."

Ken's equine ears twitched as the pair of red-furred tods wandered past him. The stench of cigarettes and shame wafted off them like an ablutophobic hooker. Despite their best attempts to butcher the English language, the pair of gothic foxes had provided him with valuable intel: the AC is bust. The skewbald stallionformed a nervoussmirk upon his lips.

He took a left at the corner and paused. There it was, right down the alley: thePinkRyder, with its pale purple neon sign displayed proudly above the doors. And the logo: a cougar in a cowboy outfit.

Ken's fingers fiddled with his invitation as he approached the bouncer.

*

He hadn't known what to expect. The closest thing to a strip club he had ever experienced was when that one guy got so drunk at the bar he decided to take his clothes off. Which was fun, but hardly arousing.

And so the first thing that struck him when he entered the main floor was the noise. The loud cheering of an excited crowd as a hunky rottweiler in a thong and a soldier's cap - freshly unclothed, it would seem - spun around and dry-humped the pole. All to obnoxious rhythm and bass music. The second thing was just how pink everything was. The stage was well-lit, but dim pink lights littered the floor of the establishment and lined the edges of the platform. It was almost though a pink mist of some kind had descended upon the main floor area.

Third: It was hot.

Ken loosened his tie. His nose flared. Sweat and musk saturated the atmosphere; the arousal of dozens of horny men in the air, all but ready to be sold in a flask, so warm and humid it was. Not that it seemed to bother the other patrons much. The dog on the stage did little for him, but the smell... ohh the smell!

His loins stirred.

The stallion made his way over to the bar, tended to by a nice kitty bartender. Striped, wearing a black shirt & pants and, of course, a sailor's cap.

"Hi there, hon! What can I get ya tonight?" asked the feline. Ken had to chuckle; the cat looked almost like a woman, but the deep bass voice he was greeted with would've put Adonis to shame.

"Oh wow, um..." Ken stuttered, the most sheepish grin forming on his face. "I'm- I'm new here. I don't actually know what's..."

"Yeah, hon? Well then I know just what ya need to get ya started!" answered the feline with a little wink and with a swish of his tail, he turned to the shelves and grabbed a few drinks to mix together.

Meanwhile the music turned silent and the lights on the stage turned a luminous red.

And then a familiar song began to blare out of the speakers, one which Ken knew very well. It was his son's favourite: SIAMÉS's 'The Wolf', and as the strong bass and rhythm tones played out, a younger horse stepped out on the stage. Hooves clopping in sync with the rhythm, a brisk pace down the catwalk, purple dress fluttering with his motions. He wore make-up, blue eyeliners, red lipstick and had his mane partially covering his head. He was like an equine Jessica Rabbit sans the breasts. Kid couldn't have been more than twenty-something old.

He walked right up to the pole and the spotlights focused on him as he grabbed the pole and span around on it, to loud cheers and applause from the audience. A popular performer, no doubt.

Ken stared the display, mesmerised, failing to notice the Cosmo placed on the black counter behind him.

The dressed horse rubbed his ass up against the pole as he felt himself up along his sides, revelling in the attention like it nourished his very being. Two red foxes in thongs that barely covered their balls, let alone their sheaths, appeared in the background, drawing the main actor's attention as the lights turned blue. The stud in the dress accepted their offered hands to retreat a little back in the stage as the music built.

Every night again Dancing with the moonlight Somewhere far away I can hear your call

And then came the chorus, and the horse was spun around like he was in some hastened ballroom dance, the first fox hanging on to a piece of the equine's garb as he landed in the arms of the other. The other fox rocked his and his 'prey's hips together with the music, their noses pressed together as the other fox walked up behind him to do the same from the back, nose to the equine's neck. It was all very passionate, and as the second fox stepped away, he pulled on something. Then with a flourish, the first fox disrobed the man, revealing a thin body,almost feminine body- for a horse. Brown and white skewbald like himself. Very defined by muscle, but that was not what drew Ken's attention.

No, it was the large pair of balls hanging betwixt the man's thighs, barely visible through the semi-opaque silk loincloth hanging from his belt. And above that, the outline of the male's thick, equine member only slightly peaked from its sheath.

The performance quickly turned less classy as both foxes led the horse back to the pole again, giving him a right good slap on each cheek. And although the foxes played the part of guiding him, to dance against the pole and show him to get up close to the audience, it was clear that this actor had the experience.

It was an act, but Ken barely looked away until it was over. And at last the bartender disturbed him.

"Your drink's ready. You like him, eh?"

"Yeah," said Ken. His trousers felt uncomfortably tight as he picked up his glass. "Fuck, who is it?"

"Crystal."

"That's such a stripper name. Does he ever get completely naked?"

"I think he doesn't much like to acknowledge he's got balls if he can help it. He's been doing that crossdressing act since he got here. Want to meet him?"

Ken blinked at the feline 'tender. "You can do that?"

"Nah, but see that guy over there? The doberman?"

"Yeah?" Ken looked. Across the hall was a door, and in front of it a rather imposing-looking canine security guard.

"Well, you give him this and he'll let you in."

The cat slid over a card with a barcode on it. Laminated and uncomfortable to touch.

"I don't have to pay?" Ken asked, a little trepidation in his voice.

"You're in here, so you have the invitation. It's all-inclusive."

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he grabbed the card and went for it.

*

The booth, unlike most of the main area, was rather well lit. Ken sat there on the curved couch, slightly claustrophobic. It was a small booth for a large horse, smaller still considering his anxiety. He didn't know what to expect; a million thoughts raced through his head all at once, and he missed the sound of approaching hooves. His ears perked up, however, when a _very_familiar voice spoke through the curtains and they parted as Crystal stepped inside.

"Well howdy, honey! I heard I had a fan dyin' to-- Dad?!?!"

The young stallion reeled, and Ken was quick on his hooves!

"Philip?! What the shit??!!"

And then silence, disturbed only by the droning, muted bass rhythms in the background.

"What are you doing here?!" Philip was the first to break the silence, horror in his voice. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't conceal his slutty silks.

"What am I-- What are YOU doing here?"

"I work here!"

Another moment of silence passed, and then a gruff doberman voice called to them through the curtains. "Everything alright?"

Philip was quick to respond: "We're fine, it's okay! Carry on!"

Ken slumped back in the couch, staring at his son. His view of the man had completely changed; for the better part of three minutes, he had been not only openly ogling, but fantasizing about 'Crystal'. This was so... hot?

The pressure in his pants didn't lie; his cock strained against the fabrics still, uncaring that the creature before him came from hisvery own pair of testicles.

"I'm..." Philip began, sitting down next to him. Looking very embarrassed. "I didn't mean for you to find out this way. I'm sorry..."

"No, kiddo, it's... You're a grown man, you can-- but stripping? And what's with--?"

"The dress?" The younger stallion grins a bit sheepishly. "Just feels right. It's good money here. Probably should have told you, so... this wouldn't... yeah."

Ken leaned his head back. "I, uh... So, uh... What- What would you normally do in these booths then? Is it like... whoring?"

"Well, no. It's... ... whoring. It's not like an official service or something but the managers pay us pretty well if we... do stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Dad!"

"Look, I'm just curious! It's fine. We'll just stay in here a while, and then I'll tell the bouncer or whoever I need to tell that you did... stuff. And then maybe never speak of this again?"

The younger skewbald shook his head and threw some of his mane away from his face.

"... it's not like I haven't thought about it..."

It was a slight mumble, but the older stallion's sensitive ears picked it up. They perked up like a wolf chasing its prey. "What?"

"It's not like I haven't thought about it. I mean... it's disgusting but... you know. I've fapped to worse."

"That's... really too much info, son..."

"Look, we're here, right? Do you want to, well... try?"

What was the thing about the gift horse? It wasn't like Ken hadn't also thought about it. Sneaked a peek here and there while Philip was home looking for a house. But this was real. He should have been disgusted. Instead...

"... not a word to your mother." he finally said as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His cock swelled out of its sheath, free at last to tap the thing it wanted most out of this entire experience: a tight ass thirty years its junior.

Damn his poor judgment. Damn his son for seducing him.

Damn... this was hot.

Ken closed his eyes as Philip shuffled closer and grabbed around his member, giving it a firm squeeze. He was shaking nervously; this wasn't just some rando rich guy he didn't know. This was his actual father, and the pressure was mounting, one might say.

All of it came to a head as at last a pair of lips kissed the unflared equine tip, and Ken at last looked on as his son's mouth engulfed his shaft, sinking down on it almost halfway before he came to a stop.

Heat. Moisture. Suction. "Unnngh....!"

Ken couldn't help himself; he let out the lewdest, horniest moan he had ever moaned as his son's head started to bob. The broad horse tongue upon the side of his shaft stroked eagerly along its length, lips sealed tight around his male flesh as the younger skewbald sucked him off. The older stallion's lips lifted as his hips bucked once out of sheer habit.

With one hand on his dick, Philip's other went for his father's balls, grabbing them firmly and fondling each sizeable nut in his palm, squeezing them. Tugging on them.

The father couldn't hold it; there was a fire in his loins and it raged from his very core all the way to his tip as a squirt of precum marked his rising bliss, swallowed eagerly by the thirsty stallion. Philip's attentions shifted, releasing his father's balls so to stroke his length with both hands, keeping his mouth on the tip.

And Ken tensed up as more pre escaped his slowly swelling cocktip, only to be lapped up by a veritable assault of tongue. It was like his son had found a salt lick and was desperate for as much of it as he could, and Ken was close... oh so close... almost... almost...

And then it all went away. Ken blinked away the bliss a moment, his member rock hard and drooling his excitement all over himself and the floor. And in front of him, a gorgeously defined ass and a pre-lubed donut hole 'neath an equine tail.

And before he could utter a single word, the younger stud slammed down on him, taking the entirety of his father's horsecock in one single stroke.

It felt amazing! It was warm and it was like every muscle along his son's insides were squeezing him all at once, rippling along his shaft like one of those machines they used to milk livestock.

Except this was so much better.

Ken's hands found their way to his son's hips, holding him firmly as the younger stallion rose up again and then slammed down, repeating over and over. Philip's own member pushed against his veils, tenting very visibly, stained with his own arousal, both horses groaning and huffing with pleasure as they rode together toward a most beautiful peak.

"Oh Philip!" moaned the father as his balls began to pull up against him, hands forcing the younger horse down on his hips and holding him there while he bucked up against that tight ass swallowing his cock.

"Unnh Cr-Crystal. Call me Crystal!"

And that was it. "Hnnfh, Crystaa~!"

Ken's cocktip flared and launched a veritable explosion of cum into his son's ass, throbbing and jumping inside the man as his balls unloaded weeks of pent-up seed into this tight, incestuous receptacle. He ground his hips up against 'Crystal', groaning tensely with bliss, failing to notice immediately that his son was cumming too, soiling the veils he had forgotten to undo.

Leaving a noticeable pool of cum on the floor beneath him.

"Ohhh god Dad!"

"Ohfuck! Ohfuck...!"

Then there was silence again, broken only by the droning bass outside and the heavy panting of father and son together, one's cock softening within the other. Wet and slimy with the evidence of their indiscretion. The Cosmo on the table largely untouched.

And then...

"Dad?"

"...yeah, son?"

"Wanna come to my place later?"