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Rufus waited by the barn door, silently cursing in sympathy with his old joints which presently moaned about the cold. The forecast promised low sixties; what he got was just about forty. His aged body ached and he was consequently very jealous of his spry friend who could climb like a monkey and pick locks like a thief and, most importantly right now, whose fur coat was thick and warm. Rufus, a kangaroo, had a coat suited better to the middling weather of a prairie. He rubbed his exposed arms and huffed. Under his steaming breath, he hissed, "C'mon, open that door already."

Eventually the barn door swung open and out of it came a rush of warmer air. Rufus stepped inside quickly and Desmond barred the door behind him. The kangaroo basked in the warmth provided by a sextet of heaters whirring in the rafters. This was not a cheap farmstead stable but a home for prize-winning stallions and mares, a place where studs were bred and put to work seeding new lineages of ribbon-winning racehorses. Even the frame of the large barn was exquisitely constructed of heavy oak braced with iron.

"Definitely some o-o-old money in here," Desmond said in his swishy drawl. "Ya' wanna bet these fuckers spend more on their horsies than their kiddies?"

"Knowing what a pint of stallion baby batter can go for, I'd imagine the horsies paid for the kiddies," Rufus remarked. He looked down the aisle before he met Desmond's grinning face. Dressed all in black with his natural raccoon mask, the foxcoon looked like the textbook example of a burglar. "You sure about this? Because I've sat in a jail cell before, but never for being caught with my dick in a horse. I'd love to keep it that way."

Desmond snickered. "Aw, it's fine. I did some work fer these people a'fore, they never were real big on security. Ain't no cameras. On cold nights like this'un, watchman just sits in his lil' hut up by the mansion an' watches smut. I ain't joking."

Rufus smiled. "Watching smut while he could be out here getting some of this. Starving on a mountain made out of food."

The fox wrapped an arm around Rufus and squeezed him. He stood only chest-high to the kangaroo and was less than half his age but his fondness for Rufus was obvious. "So, Rufus, ya' ever gone fence-hoppin' before? I mean, ya' jumped at the call, but I've had fellas wuss out at this point."

Rufus patted Desmond's shoulder. "Not my first rodeo, buddy," he said with bravado, then started up the aisle. Half-asleep horses gazed curiously at the two of them. Males on one side, females on the other. The latter were the ones the intruders paid attention to. "Lots of pretty girls here, I see. Did you have anyone in mind?"

Desmond petted snouts as he went along. A couple of the mares proved themselves to be biters though he pulled back his paw quickly each time teeth came out. "Coupla bitches, these two," he groused. "Uh, lemme see. Been a hot minute since I been in here. Definitely some new faces."

"You have no idea, do you?"

"Shaddup, I know what I'm doin' here," Desmond was quick to snap. "This one! This girl here," he said, stopping in front of a jet-black Arabian mare who eyed the pair dubiously. "Merci. Horses always got the dumbest names."

The kangaroo petted her snout. She pressed into his touch and nickered. "Sometimes, yeah. Not so sure about it here. Merci is a pretty good name considering what we're gonna do."

"The hell you on about?"

"Merci. It's French," Rufus chuckled. "Means thank you. Think about it, my culturally-ignorant young friend."

"I'll culture you, right across yer face," Desmond huffed. "C'mon. In the stall. Ya' gotta see the muff on this girl. Merci, ya' gonna be good for us?"

The mare batted her eyelashes, smiled at the foxcoon. He smiled back and smooched her on the nose then walked along the length of her body, dragging fingers through her fur. The dark hairs shimmered around his digits like a field of wheat in a breeze.

Rufus walked opposite Desmond, taking his time more than his vulpine friend. He too petted down the horse's body, sidestepping while pulling both paws through her short fur to savor its texture. "You're a very pretty girl, Merci," he cooed to the mare. She again nickered and flicked her tail.

The kangaroo reached Merci's rump a few seconds after Desmond, who waited for him impatiently. The fox's paw rested on her behind a fair distance from her erogenous zones. It appeared he was cupping the curve of her bottom like a normal man would grasp a woman's thigh or breast. His erection was small, but it poked earnestly into his sweat pants.

"Here's where the action happens," Rufus said, socking his paws into his hip pockets. Unlike Desmond he wore his blue jeans and a tropical shirt, something Desmond admonished him for. Even Rufus had to admit, if only to himself, that he might as well have been wearing DayGlo orange. "After you."

Desmond pulled her tail aside, moving it with great care. The long black hair was as well-groomed as his blonde locks, something he put several hours a day into maintaining. The beauty of Merci's tail was overlooked by both Desmond and Rufus when the plump, dark folds of her vulva came into view. Just above it and commanding equal attention in the eyes of the foxcoon was her thick anus. Its ring winked at them, seeming to do so with purpose, and Desmond touched its rim with a clawed fingertip. Potent but not off-putting equine musk emanated from her loins, mingling with the rustic scent of hay and wood.

"Don't mind if I have a taste, beautiful," said Rufus as he ducked under the mare's tail. Sniffing was something he did only passively; deep and hungry snuffles were left to Desmond. The idle whiff he took in of her was still a deeply stimulating taste of feral mare sex and his penis prodded into his jeans. His wide nose bumped the lips of her vulva and then he licked across their smooth surface, leaving a trail of saliva.

"Good pussy, huh?" Desmond asked, smiling. "If ya' don't mind, I'd like a lil' taste, myself."

"Oh, by all means," Rufus said amicably, never one to hog a mare all to himself. He withdrew and started to undress, first his shirt and then his jeans and boxers.

The foxcoon sidestepped to place himself just behind the black mare. He still held up her tail but palmed her vulva with his free paw, squeezing it until wetness oozed from the lips and the clitoris winked into his palm's soft pad. He parked his nose in the ring of her anus, smelled her indulgently. Moaning from the hit of musk, he dragged his tongue over her pucker in a lopsided slurp. Saliva glistened on the flesh.

"Y'still got just about the most perfect butthole I ever seen on a horsey, honey," he cooed to Merci. The mare looked as far over her shoulder as she could. A small smile was on her face.

"You and that butt fetish."

"Shaddup, you're wantin' to fuck a horsey. Ya' got no room to pick on me here."

Rufus grinned. "Yeah. Okay. You got me there." He clutched his tapered, prehensile penis and squeezed it around its middle. Pre oozed from its tip and the smell was potent but proved no match for the presenting, winking mare in the stall. "All right, Merci. Lemme find something to stand on."

The mare looked back again with a wink and a smile. Rufus didn't catch it but Desmond did. As Rufus looked for something to stand on, Desmond took a slow walk up to the mare's front. Again he ran a paw along her body, this time stroking what he playfully called the undercarriage. When he was near her head, he rubbed her muzzle and smooched her between the nostrils. "Hey there, sugar."

Merci batted her eyelids, smiling at the foxcoon. She nuzzled firmly into his paws and Desmond again kissed her, this time on the bridge of her muzzle. There was a small white diamond shape between her eyes and Desmond kissed this spot next, doing so with an exaggerated mwah!

Rufus pulled over a crate which read Florida Oranges on its sides in faded paint. Dust caked its aged wood and cobwebs laced their way through the handles. Rufus smeared the dust and webs off on his flanks after they clung to his fingers. "You up there getting horse kisses?" Rufus asked as he stepped up on the crate. It gave the tall kangaroo just enough height to bring his cock's tip to the mare's mound.

"Maybe I am, what's it to ya?" Desmond coyly asked. He didn't look away from Merci's ruddy eyes, finding them as enchanting as ever. He rubbed the sides of her muzzle like a lover would cup his mate's hand in his own. "Wanna gimme a lil' more sugar, hon?" he whispered.

Merci responded by pressing her mouth to his snout. Her lips parted the same time his did and their tongues met, a swabbing slurp bringing them together in lurid bliss. She swept her tongue deeply into his maw, displacing saliva and his own tongue with ease. Desmond trembled against her skillful kiss, reveling in the notion that he had helped her practice this skill which very few would associate with a feral. He slid a paw under his sweat pants and fondled himself. Precum leaked copiously into the fabric of his pants, under which he wore nothing else.

Rufus rested on Merci's hindquarters, a smile on his face and a swish in his tail. He was far from surprised to see Desmond make out with a horse. It seemed like the foxcoon would put his tongue anywhere. Rufus knew he had no room to tease Desmond while his cock pulsed against the dark lips of the mare's vulva but the urge to rib him was hard to resist. He looked down and chose to focus on the horse's flawless genitals instead of what she did with her tongue.

"Here it comes," Rufus said, gripping his shaft close to his groin. His balls throbbed just above the shaft, ready to fill this pretty mare with their contents once the proper ritual was finished. With loving care he guided his penis into her, though his prehensile member needed little help. As though it had a mind of its own, it snaked between the lips of her vulva and steadily parted them with its wedge shape. The mare's clitoris bulged in response and Rufus envied his mammalian friend whose balls dangled beneath him.

Rufus let loose a long, but low moan as he sank into Merci. Her deep, wet pinkness swallowed him with ease. Her passage was meant for far larger penises and of a much more brutal shape, but she was tight enough to give immense stimulation. Rufus draped himself over her back as he worked to regain his composure. He wanted to plow her like a field, bang her like a screen door, do her like his taxes, but fifty years of life had taught him that women liked it slow at first. They all wanted to feel appreciated and loved and he saw no reason to do things differently whether she stood on two legs or four. The kangaroo pressed in until his balls touched her puckered anus, and then he pulled back slowly, fingers holding her hips tightly. Her clitoris winked, rubbing the underside of his tapering, writhing penis.

Desmond suckled Merci's tongue with the same needful ferocity as he sucked cock. He moaned for the mare, palming her snout up and down its length, rubbing her ears and under her chin which drool began to cake in slow-spreading waves. He pushed down his sweat pants and his small, uncircumcised penis throbbed in the warm air of the stable. Its length twitched and every pulse of its flesh was accompanied by a shot of precum which landed between Merci's forelegs. He did not masturbate but felt as if he could climax just from the overwhelming kiss.

The kangaroo's lovemaking was enhanced but not quickened by the excited noises Desmond made. He loved to hear Desmond in ecstasy even though his interest in the foxcoon was largely a matter of platonic friendship. He was imagining himself on the receiving end of Merci's kiss. The idea was peculiar, but so was the thrill of outright fucking a horse. While kissing one seemed like a logical step to take, Rufus was not eager to change places with Desmond. The walls of Merci's vagina were smooth but snug and Rufus found it easy to think of the flesh as a hot, wet sleeve made just for him. She fit him not perfectly, but well enough that he knew his climax was a foregone conclusion even so early in the lay. Vaginal secretions ran down his shaft, oozed into his fur. Her scent would be thick on him for days to come.

Desmond pulled out of the kiss with a gasp. A web of saliva clung to his chin and soaked into his shirt like a sweat ring. "Gawddamn, honey. Lemme breathe, just lemme breathe, you're gonna fuckin' suffocate me."

Merci mischievously smiled and flicked her tail against Rufus' chest. She ducked her head low and swabbed her tongue over the small but turgid length of Desmond's penis. Had she had the reach, she would have simply gulped it in and sucked him dry, but the moan Desmond made pleased her nevertheless.

"Do you think this pretty girl would want some sloppy seconds?" the kangaroo asked. His voice was warm and calm, filled with pleasure.

"Whatcha think, Merci?" Desmond asked her. He rubbed her snout gently and wished privately she would try for his cock again.

The mare considered. She shook her head then jerked it back, indicating her hindquarters to Desmond. When she looked at him again, she raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Y'know, this mime shit gets a lil' old, honey," Desmond sighed. "Um... ya' don't want sloppy seconds, but-."

"She wants anal," Rufus said. "From you, I'm thinking." He patted the horse's broad ass. "Am I right, girl?"

Merci nickered and whipped her head, made her mane flutter like a curtain in a breeze. She stomped her front hooves on the stall floor and nodded.

Desmond laughed. "Y'almost kicked me last time, and all I did was put a finger in yer butthole. Better promise ya' ain't gonna try and break my ribs when I get my pecker under yer tail."

The mare stared at him, her expression one of mild irritation. Desmond snickered and pushed on her snout. "All right, I believe ya. Well, just as soon as ol' Rufus is done pumpin' that pussy, huh?"

"Won't be much longer. I'm just short of thinking about the dentist trying to draw this out, but," he spoke partially through a shudder, "it's pretty hard to hold off when you're with a woman this fine."

Desmond watched Rufus work from the front. He admired the kangaroo's smooth but powerful grinds facilitated by his strong legs. He openly lusted after Rufus but was a polite enough friend not to press him for sex. He understood Rufus to be disappointingly straight, but the old kangaroo was a great partner in crime for certain repugnant activities - such as fence-hopping.

"You likin' that 'roo pecker, honey?" the fox asked, paws caressing Merci's snout. The mare nickered and nuzzled his paws. A warm smile curved up her lips. "Yeah, ya' do. Can't say I blame ya' much, always looks like a fun time."

Rufus uttered a short laugh. "You promised you'd quit craving my dick, Desmond. Some friend you are."

"Hey, hey, I led ya' to the promised land, just lookit the pussy yer gettin' here!" the foxcoon laughed. He ruffled Merci's mane and kissed her on the diamond. "I figure the least you can do is suffer a little faggoty lust, can't ya?"

The kangaroo didn't answer. Desmond watched him intently. His eyes were clothed, breathing shallow and tight. He clutched Merci's hindquarters for support as he rammed his stout hips into the mare's muff again and again. Her vulva seemed to gulp on his penis and its squeezes were punctuated by the steady pulsation of her clitoris.

Rufus muttered something unintelligible. He shuddered, then threw back his head and drew breath. Trembling atop the crate, he fell into Merci for his last thrust before he came. The flexible length of his cock tensed into rigidity as he loosed his seed deep into Merci. Despite its incompatibility, Merci showed her satisfaction with a blush and a narrow smile.

"The-e-ere you go, Merci," Rufus panted, laying down over her back. He nuzzled into her hot, black bulk appreciatively; his aged body still felt the chill of the air outside. "Give me a moment, Desmond. Let me just cuddle up to the pretty lady."

"You and your cuddlin," Desmond snorted. "What do you think, Merci? You wanna cuddle or ya' wanna fuck me?"

The mare turned her smile on Desmond, now with a sardonic edge in her gaze. Desmond huffed and pushed her muzzle away again. "Yuh-uh, you just wanna be stubborn, but ya' ain't tellin' me you don't want this dick."

Rufus straightened up with the laziness of someone just rising from a nap. "She probably can't even feel it," he remarked. "Whatcha think, Merci? No comparison between that and a big 'roo dick, is there?"

Merci snorted and threw her head back. She was blushing, still smiling. Desmond started to walk along her side again. "Don't you go puttin' words in my girl's mouth. She likes my pecker just fine, and thank you very much. Ya' old bastard, move over!"

Rufus laughed. With a bit of reluctance, he pulled slowly out of Merci. A dribble of semen rolled down her vulva, spreading across her clitoris like a candy glaze. "Gonna need another box to stack up on this one. Especially if you're going for the other hole."

"I'll make it work. Otherwise I can just get you down here on yer all-fours," Desmond said, grinning. "Now get outta the way!"

With Rufus off the crate, Desmond stepped up and pulled aside Merci's tail. He dragged his tongue across her anus in a loping slurp and then assaulted its plump ring with one lick after another. Soon its surface gleamed with his drool, but he was only starting. He pushed his tongue against the orifice, pressing firm until the ring began to spread open for him. Merci gently nickered as his tongue made its way into her behind. Her blush was vibrant.

Rufus took Desmond's place near the mare's front. He rubbed her muzzle sweetly, kissed her on the diamond spot. "Thanks for letting me do my thing back there," he cooed. "You're one fine mare, honey." The horse smiled and bumped her nose into his.

As Rufus thanked Merci, Desmond showed the depths of his vileness. He forced his tongue deep into the horse's ass, slathering pink walls with saliva. At the same time he dug his fingers into her creamed vulva, shoving three in at a time to fingerfuck her with. Again Merci began to wink her clitoris. Her expression became one of sublime lust and Rufus very much enjoyed gazing upon her dreamy features.

Over the sounds of Desmond's noisy analingus, Rufus cooed to Merci and petted her muzzle. He peppered her snout with kisses though he was not as enamored with the thought of making out with her as Desmond had been. The mare tried once to lick his lips but did not press the issue after he recoiled.

Finally Desmond jerked back his tongue and fingers. His digits were caked with the kangaroo's slop stirred in with Merci's vaginal secretions and he was unabashed in sucking his digits clean. With that indulgence satiated, he braced his paws on the mare's behind and pulled himself up like he was trying to leapfrog her. Putting his chest on the mare's back and a foot on her hip, he managed to get enough height that he could work his cock against her pucker. When he managed that, pushing into her was simple because of the size difference between them. Merci nevertheless shuddered as he entered her.

Desmond sank into Merci without stopping. His balls rested on her vulva and the thick, black ring of her anus hugged his penis tightly, its moistened walls causing no friction. The foxcoon cooed to her with ears splaying back and a smile spreading across his snout. He nuzzled into her back, sniffed her sweaty body gratefully. "Ya' still got the best butthole on any horsey I ever met, girl," he purred. "Rufus, ya' kissin' that girl? 'Cause she deserves kisses."

"I'm kissing her, kind of," the kangaroo said between smooches on her snout. "Not like you were, but I think we're getting along, aren't we, hon?"

Merci neighed for Rufus and pushed her snout into his. She snuffled him deeply and he snuffled back. This smelling went on while Desmond began to hump her bottom. Though the fox moved quickly and firmly, his weight was no match for hers. The mare's body never once shifted for him.

Desmond was enjoying himself far too much to feel inadequate against her bulk and weight. He clung to her powerful body and fucked the tight passage of her ass as only a lustful fence-hopper could. Her clitoris winked in reply to the pleasure and these vaginal spasms caused her to ooze the kangaroo's semen. It painted Desmond's ballbag like a thick coating of honey.

"Gonna nut in yer butt, honey," Desmond growled. "Mmhmm, gonna shoot a good wad ri-i-ight up under this here tail. 'Cha think of that?"

Merci, in the middle of a nuzzle with Rufus, rolled her eyes. The kangaroo laughed and said, "I don't think you wanna know what her reply was."

"Aw, she's always real hard-to-get like that," Desmond said, only now beginning to huff with pleasure and exertion. He threw his weight into the mare with youthfulness Rufus found enviable, though had she been able to speak, Merci would have claimed the kangaroo to be more than a match for Desmond. "Ho, boy. Gawd. Really warms ya' up, this kinda stuff does."

Rufus chuckled. He hugged Merci around her dense neck, nuzzling into its side. He smelled her mane and sighed. "Boy, this all takes me way back. You remind me of a girl I used to alleviate my lonesomeness with, Merci." He grinned at Desmond then nuzzled back into Merci's mane. "Of course, you're a lot prettier than she was. Nicer legs, too." The horse snorted.

Desmond snickered. He clapped a paw on Merci's side and the noise it made was tight, barely any reverberation at all. She was a muscular mare with no slack. "Gonna slop yer butt real good! Ya' want it inside like usual or right across yer back? Gimme a sign if ya' want it inside!" The exultation in his voice was obvious. His hips colliding with her behind made a dull whap, whap, whap even through two coats of fur, especially his own which was plush and cuddly.

The mare's tail flicked against Desmond's belly. She wanted that small foxcoon cock to stay inside of her, there was no question of that, but she wondered how to tell Desmond what she craved. She settled on what seemed to be the most obvious approach: she clenched on him. The sudden tightening of anal muscles stalled the foxcoon's rhythm and left him clinging to her back in surprise. He laughed and said shakily as he got back into his rhythm, "I-inside, then? Hearin' ya' loud and clear, Merci."

Rufus kissed her nose with a smile on his lips. "I love a girl who knows what she wants," he growled. Quietly he added, "I might come back on my own sometime and see you." Merci smiled back, batted her eyelashes amorously. Her look told the kangaroo everything he needed to know. "You beautiful girl, you," the kangaroo said. "Love those eyes..."

"Yeah, she's got real-," Desmond huffed, grunted, "real nice eyes. One of 'em is winkin' around my pecker right now."

Again Merci rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. Rufus nuzzled her and whispered into an ear, "He's always so vulgar. Younger guys, huh?" The mare's smile and the flick of her head seemed to be an agreement.

"Here it comes, sugar," Desmond gasped, still throwing his weight into every thrust, making his slim hips slap her bottom over and over. His balls no longer swung; they were tight in the crook of his thighs, seeking the warmth of his core as they prepared to give their payload. Desmond moaned and clung tightly to Merci, hips flush to her wide ass, cock buried in her asshole as deep as it could go. Thick spurts of foxcoon cum squirted into the mare, less than Rufus had to give but better noticed because of the hole it was in. As Desmond cooed and gyrated, Merci nickered and rolled back her eyes. A satisfied grin spread across her face.

"Oh-ho, you gotta see the look on this girl's face," Rufus said, running his fingers down her neck and through her mane. "She's loving that, Desmond. You enjoy getting sticky under your tail, eh, girl?"

The mare's narrow, blushing grin told Rufus everything he needed to know. He smiled back and gave the mare a smooch on her nose. Before he could pull back, the mare slobbered his lips and nearly got her tongue inside. Rufus recoiled and laughed, blotting the drool with his hands. "Goddammit. Getting me all slobbery. At least give a guy a warning before you try and slip him the tongue."

"Merci doesn't give warnings," Desmond said between heavy breaths. "She kisses ya, and that's that. One of the things I like about that girl."

"Oh, yeah, I can think of a few things you like about her," Rufus snickered. He glanced at his wristwatch then said to Desmond, "It's almost three in the morning and we both busted a nut. I think we ought to be making tracks now, Desmond. I don't need to double my money."

The foxcoon sighed as he nuzzled indulgently into Merci's sweaty back. "Mm, yeah. Yeah. Guard usually starts makin' rounds not too long from now." He wriggled back, sliding his flaccid shaft out of the mare's anus. He dropped to his feet, causing the crate to creak but not break. As he pushed it back into place, he said, "We'll come on back to ya' sometime, sugar. I promise."

"We definitely will," Rufus agreed, and smooched her cheek. He found the horse's pretty features so very kissable. He gazed down her long, capable body and thought I may not be a young man, but I bet I could squeeze one off in just a couple minutes. Just a real quick one.

"C'mon, Rufus," Desmond said, pulling his clothes on.

"Ah, all right, yeah," the kangaroo murmured. It would be just his luck to get busted balls-deep in a horse. Sure, the girl wanted it, but farmers tended to regard horsefuckers with a certain degree of disgust and lethal violence. He pulled his clothes back on, patted her head, and started for the door.

Desmond smooched Merci on the nose and she rammed her tongue past his lips. The fox moaned and pawed at her snout, holding her head with the fondness of a lover. Rufus watched with a thin smirk as Desmond and the mare sucked and slobbered for the better part of twenty seconds. Desmond came free from the kiss with a gasp and Merci uttered a gentle nicker. She batted her eyelashes at the pair again.

"Absolute fuckin' tease," Desmond groaned, and squeezed his erection through his sweat pants. As he stepped out with Rufus into the cold night, he called back to Merci in a whisper, "See ya' later, beautiful."

"We sure will," Rufus concurred. He gave the pretty horse one more look before he pulled the door shut.