Horsespotting - 2/2
As promised, here's part two of the story I posted last week! If you haven't read it, go check it out HERE.
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Kasan's head jerked up from his pillow as a loud peal of thunder vibrated through the room, rain pelting the hotel window. It was still dark, but whether that was from potential storm clouds outside, or the heavy curtains covering the windows he wasn't sure. A quick glance at the alarm on the side table didn't help with the room as dark as it was. Kasan groped out towards it, unable to reach it without disengaging from the horse behind him, and gave up quickly.
There was a deep rumble from Shiloh at his back and the arms around his body pulled him tight, nuzzling into the back of his neck. The horse was apparently still asleep and the otter gave up on trying to check the time. Kasan wiggled about, turning around to nestle in against the broad, white chest; he wasn't in any rush to get out at any rate. Shiloh nuzzled between the otter's ears, murmuring sleepily before rolling onto his back, one arm still beneath the otter's head.
Kasan was content to nestle in close, one of his paws resting on the horse's chest and rubbing in slow circles. His mind was still on the previous night, and the things he'd been shown, and what they talked about. It made him shudder in an odd sense of excitement at the thought and he found himself grinding his hips forward on the horse's thigh. His eyes were adjusting to the dark room, but he closed them in favor for picturing the video Shiloh had shown him the night before- the horse on all fours while a big, horny shepherd humped away at him.
The otter's member throbbed on Shiloh's thigh and he thought about what the horse had suggested to him. It could be him underneath one of those dogs. On all fours, knot wedged up inside him, and cum dripping down over his balls onto the floor. Kasan shuddered and dug his fingers in against the horse's chest, his rudder tail flicking around along the bed.
The horse's head rolled towards the otter and puffed out hot breath over his small ears. He mumbled something and shifted around, but was still quite asleep. Kasan sighed and looked down across the bed before something got his attention. It was getting easier to see in the darkened room, and he could make out a ridge of raised sheets a handful of inches from his slim muzzle. There were only so many things that lump could be, and when he reached his paw down to press against it through the sheets, it flexed against his paw.
Kasan pulled the sheet back and watched as the horse's ebon shaft flexed upwards again before slapping down against his belly. The otter leaned back and glanced up at Shiloh, but the horse was still asleep. His mouth turned up in a grin and he brought his paw down to tease a few fingers across the hot flesh. It pulsed beneath his pads and each gentle touch made it jump and twitch. He could feel a warm slickness against his fingers and that wore down the rest of his resolve.
Kasan carefully wiggled down along the horse's body until his head rested on Shiloh's sternum. It allowed him to lean in and press his lips to the head of the dark, equine shaft laying there and swipe his tongue along the open slit. He got a good taste of the strong, sweet pre and the horse's member bounced up from the stimulation, free from his lips, and then fell back down, smearing a thick glob of pre over his cheeks. He pressed his paw down around the middle of the horse's cock to keep it in place while he parted his lips enough to make out with the mushroom-shaped head.
Shiloh's chest rumbled and one his paws moved up to scritch idly at his chest, but he didn't stir any further. His length throbbed under the otter's paw, oozing pre across the talented tongue that teased him in his sleep. Kasan's maw opened further and pressed down around the head, sucking gently on the thick crown that filled his muzzle. The horse's pulse was picking up beneath his paw and tongue, and then the spongy head in his mouth flared wide, surprising him.
The otter pulled off, trying not to scrape his teeth against the engorged equine meat, and was caught completely off guard as the first rope of cum splashed out against his muzzle. He gasped and the second spurt took him along his tongue and one cheek before he leaned in, desperately trying to get the head back in his mouth. The third emptied directly into his maw, but the next few drained over his neck, face, and cheek as the large member throbbed out of his paws.
Shiloh's breathing hadn't changed in the slightest during the entire orgasm, and the only noise he made was a long exhale through his nose. He grunted after a few seconds and his body stretched out on the bed, joints popping. Kasan's was gasping for breath that he didn't know he'd been holding, and his paw was still wrapped around the horse's medial ring.
"Mmm, morn- oh," the horse felt his shaft throb and could smell his musk easily in the dark room with his other senses still warming up. "Oh, thought you'd play with a horse and he'd never know, eh?" Shiloh chuckled, bringing the arm around Kasan's shoulders to pat the back of his neck.
Kasan's face was beet red, and it was only the lack of light that saved him from additional embarrassment. "S-sorry. I was laying here and I saw it, and, well, I was expecting you to wake up before you uh..."
"Made a mess of your face?" The horse snickered, pulling his hand away from Kasan's neck after it came back damp with cum.
The otter laughed sheepishly and licked some of the cum off his lips. "I... didn't think it'd be quite that easy."
Shiloh laughed reached down to grab his cock by the base pointing it straight up before letting it fall back down where it smacked into the otter's muzzle with a wet thwap. "Oh, oops, sorry. And yeah, easier when you're asleep sometimes. The dogs will get all excited and start licking me in my sleep if I'm not getting up early enough for them."
Kasan could picture the tableau; Shiloh laying on his back, snoring softly while two dogs licked that black tower of a shaft until it began spraying cum everywhere. He shivered and sat up, cross-legged, with his paws in his lap. "I didn't think that that was something they'd do."
"Hah, dogs will lick everywhere. And pre is kind of sweet, or at least interesting enough to catch their attention." Shiloh looked over to the otter and his eyes flicked down to the shaft that was jutting up from Kasan's lap. "Mmm, I really should get going soon, but... wanna hump me a bit before I take off?"
Kasan's member throbbed and his eyes went wide. "What?"
Shiloh wiped some of his cum off his stomach where it had landed and reached down between his legs to smear it across his passage, dipping a few fingers inside. "I told you I like doing both, or are you bad at topping?"
The otter watched those fingers disappear and he licked his lips, shifting around until he was between the horse's legs, sitting up on his knees. "Oh, now you'll get it," he teased back. He didn't top often, but being asked to do so by someone as big as Shiloh was incredibly hard to resist.
Shiloh spread his legs and then rolled back to hold onto the back of his knees with each hand. "Well, hurry up! I've got a three-hour drive ahead of me," he laughed, his tail flicking against the sheets.
Kasan snorted and pressed the tip of his cock against the horse's cum-slick entrance, pushing forward to sink a few inches into the warm tunnel. Pre was drooling from his shaft and it helped lube the way as he worked his way forward. When his hips came flush with Shiloh's he pressed both of his paws against the back of the horse's thighs, grinding forward.
"Ah, it's... actually been a little bit since I was topped by someone other than my dogs," Shiloh mumbled, eyes closed as he squeezed down on the thick, lutrine member inside him. His lips turned up in a grin when he felt the otter's cock flex inside him at those words. "You like the thought of that, don't you?"
"Wh-which thought?" Kasan asked, taking a deep breath before giving a few thrusts that drove him up to the hilt a few more times. Shiloh was a lot tighter than he'd imagined, considering the size of the knots he'd seen on those dogs, but judging by the way the horse squeezed down on him, he kept in shape.
Shiloh's head rolled to one side, calming his breathing while the otter began thrusting into him. "The thought of... of me getting pounded by my dogs." Throb. "Ah, heheh. Definitely like the thought of that. Maybe the thought of you getting pounded by them, too." Another throb.
"Fuck," Kasan had to hold himself still, buried deep in the horse's passage. "S-stop with the dirty talk, you're going to make me cum," he teased, face red from embarrassment.
"That really gets to you good, doesn't it?"
Kasan nodded weakly, a few deep breaths calming him enough to come down from the edge. "Yeah. It always was a big thing for me."
"I'll shut up," Shiloh said, then he winked and leaned forward. With both paws and hands holding his legs and thighs back, he was able to lean down far enough to press his lips to the broad head of his cock. Pre leaked over his lips as he gave it a wet kiss, tongue teasing the slit before it popped into his muzzle.
Kasan watched with a mix of lust and envy. He was flexible enough to get the head of his cock in his mouth, but no more, and not for long. He drew back, took a measured breath, and then thrust back in, trying to focus on not cumming. His heavy balls slapped against the horse's ass, fingers digging into his thighs as he picked up speed. The otter's body stiffened as the horse let out a deep-bellied moan around the head of his own cock. Pre was drooling from the corners of the mouth and he forced himself down a few more inches until his lips were kissing his medial ring. Kasan's breath caught in his throat and he could feel himself heading towards his climax with no chance of stopping now.
Shiloh's eyes were closed as he nursed along his cock, lewd slurping sounds coming from his mouth as he tried to take more of himself into his maw. He wasn't quite flexible enough, or long enough, to get past the thick ring near the middle of his length, and one of his hands pulled back from his knees to start stroking what he wasn't sucking on. He knew his new friend wouldn't be able to last long, and he wanted to finish himself at the same time, squeezing down to magnify the feeling of that hard flesh plunging through his entrance.
The otter's eyes were squeezed almost shut as he neared the edge, wanting to hold out just a little bit longer, though his body wouldn't stop. He whimpered as his eyes met the horse's, now open. Kasan's face was flushed from exertion and he had no extra energy to feel embarrassed and tear his gaze away. He watched as the horse's head pulled back, keeping just the head of his cock between his lips, both his hands now stroking over himself.
Kasan's bit his lip, shaking all over as he felt himself tip over the edge, heart hammering in his chest. He gave one final thrust as his balls drew up and began pumping deep in the horse's passage. The otter let out a pleasured cry and then a heavy groan, a few weak thrusts making wet, sloppy noises as cum poured into Shiloh's hole, some beginning to dribble out whenever Kasan pulled back. His eyes remained open, watching as Shiloh's cheeks suddenly bulged and cum spurt from one corner of his mouth to dribble out down his chin.
Shiloh's orgasm crashed over him as he stroked himself into a frenzy. He could feel the otter's member pulsing inside him, applying a satisfying pressure to his prostate as he squeezed along his thick ring. The head of his cock flared wide and filled out his maw before cum flooded across his tongue, forcing him to swallow. The second was too much to handle and he pulled the spongy flare from between his lips, taking another shot of his spunk over the bridge of his muzzle.
The otter's orgasm pulsed on as the horse's inner muscles rippled around his length, being milked of every last drop. He could only watch in pure, wanton delight as Shiloh continued stroking his shooting cock, making an absolute mess of his face and neck.
The pair panted for a bit before Shiloh groaned and tried to arch his back. "We'd end up clogging that shower drain if we stayed here another night."
Kasan finished toweling himself off and dropped it on the counter as he turned back to the horse who was standing in the tub, drying off. "What are you going to do for the rest of your weekend? You'll get back around... what, one?"
"Mm, I'll probably hit traffic, so maybe closer to two. Have to get gas, too. But I'll probably take the dogs out to the park, play with them for a while, make sure they're nice and worn out before going home. Other than that, I'll probably just stay in, do laundry, cook, and get ready for the week. Decompress a bit, you know?"
The otter nodded and stepped back out into the room, grabbing his clothes. "Yeah. I might do laundry, though I didn't wear any of the clothes I actually like this week at work, so I might be lazy and just sit on my computer for a bit."
"That works, too. I'll send you some videos and stuff when I get home. I'm sure you'll find it useful if you still plan on coming by next weekend." Shiloh grinned over at the otter, packing up the rest of stuff before getting dressed.
Kasan's cheeks pinkened and he let out a nervous chuckle. "I mean, I definitely want to. I can head over after work, and probably get there around eight. Maybe sooner if I can cut out early, which I probably can."
Shiloh finished dressing and grabbed his suitcase, slinging his satchel over his shoulder. "Yeah, I'll cook something good for you. Have it ready for when you show up."
The otter beamed and walked over to wrap his arms around the horse in a big hug. "Aww, that's so sweet of you."
"It's the least I can do for a cute otter who's going to come by and let me watch him get fucked by my dogs," the horse growled, lips turning up at the sides as he squeezed the otter in return.
Kasan's face flushed and let out another nervous chuckle as the horse's words made his entire body shudder. "I-I mean, when you say it like that..."
Shiloh slipped his hand down to grope the otter's crotch, finding him already half hard. "You're easy to tease. I love it."
The otter gasped and rocked forward onto his tiptoes before hurriedly pulling away and smacking the horse's hand with a laugh. "Ass. Come on."
The rain had let up enough that they didn't get too wet getting back to their cars, and they hugged briefly before going their separate ways. The rest of the otter's weekend was decidedly less exciting than Friday night had been, and full of more fantasizing and masturbating than most weekends tended to be. Especially after Shiloh got himself settled back in at home and started teasing him again.
Kasan's paws were clenching the steering-wheel as he neared the horse's house. According to his GPS he only had about twenty minutes left to go, and his mind was racing with all the possibilities of the weekend. The last five days of work had been absolute torture as Shiloh considered to send him pictures and videos of himself, and others, doing things with dogs that he had never considered.
The first two days of work he'd had to excuse himself to the bathroom to take care of the erection that Shiloh caused him. He'd managed to control himself the next few days, but Shiloh had been relentless in his teasing, and there hadn't been a night that Kasan didn't go home with his underwear damp from pre. Even now he was hard as a rock and straining against the denim of his jeans.
He grabbed his phone when he was stopped at a traffic light and sent the horse a quick text. "I'm almost there."'
"Sweet. Dinner's almost ready, too."
The otter smiled and dropped his phone back into the passenger seat, following the instructions along to the horse's house. He pulled into the driveway behind the white SUV and took a deep breath, calming himself. "Okay... let's do this." He grabbed his backpack and slung it over one shoulder as he got out of the car and headed for the front door.
His heart lurched in his chest as a pair of dogs started barking before he even had rung the doorbell. Claws could be heard scrabbling along hardwood floors to accompany the barking before a voice called out. "Hey! Down. Sit."
The door opened and Kasan stood there, a nervous smile across his face as his paws clung to the straps on his backpack. "H-hey!"
Shiloh grinned and pushed open the glass door, holding it open. "Come on in. Glad you found the place alright."
Kasan stepped inside, tail swaying along behind him as the horse closed the door. "Thanks. I'm glad to be off the road," he said with a laugh.
Sitting across from the door were the two dogs he'd seen plenty of times in pictures and videos over the last week. The large German Shepherd, Chord, and the slightly larger, leaner dalmatian, Gibson. Chord was sitting patiently, tail sweeping the floor behind him, head cocked quizzically to one side. Gibson was sitting next to him, though his front paws danced around, tail whipping around everywhere while he licked his lips and snuffled eagerly, clearly excited to have company.
Kasan's eyebrows rose in amusement, paws still holding onto the straps across his chest. "Wow, they're well behaved."
"Sort of. They're good at listening to commands, even when they get all excited when people come over." Shiloh stepped over to the dogs and scritched behind their ears, earning a couple licks over his hand from Gibson. "Alright, go on."
Kasan yipped as the dogs were released, taking a step back in momentary uncertainty. Both of the dogs ran up to him and began sniffing him all over, circling around him and taking in his scents, tails in a flurry as they checked out their new friend. "Aww... I kind of wish I had a dog sometimes," Kasan said, reaching down to pet over ears and backs.
Shiloh walked over and wrapped his arms around the upper half of Chord, lifting him half off the ground and hugging him. "They're good dogs. I couldn't not have a dog after having them," he said, letting him fall back to the ground before smacking his flank affectionately, Chord running around and panting happily.
The otter played with both of the dalmatian's ears, scritching behind them while the dog licked at his arms. "I'm just so used to being alone in my house. Sometimes kind of lonely, but..." the otter shrugged and straightened back up, smiling over at the horse.
"It can be, yeah," Shiloh idly kicked a canvas chew toy across the floor, watching as both dogs went after it. "Anyway, ready for food? Should be just about done."
"Yeah! What'd you end up making?" Kasan asked, following Shiloh into the kitchen. "It smells great whatever it is."
Kasan took the lid off a saucepan, stirring it with a wooden spoon, before replacing it. "Nothing super fancy. Just some pasta, chicken, broccoli, and a white sauce." He moved over to the sink where there was a colander of drained pasta waiting.
"Well, you know I like a good white sauce," the otter said, eyes traveling down the horse's back to his jeans, and that black and white tail running like water down behind his legs. He wanted to reach out and play with it, but even though they'd had sex the weekend before, he thought it might be too forward.
Shiloh, however, had no such reservations. At the otter's lewd comment, he turned around and stepped right up to the smaller male, pressing his hips to Kasan's until the otter was leaning against the counter. "Oh, you do, do you?"
The otter's face flushed, but he grinned wider and lifted his chin, paws behind him and gripping the countertop. "As long as it's fresh."
The horse laughed and pulled Kasan back from the counter. "Here, give me that. Go sit down and I'll bring you food." Shiloh helped Kasan out of the backpack and carried it off into the living room before returning to the kitchen to start plating food.
The kitchen was separated from the dining area by a line of counters, doubling as a bar, and beyond that was big, rectangular table with chairs. Kasan took a seat on one of the sides so he could watch the horse, and Shiloh sat a plate in front of him only moments later.
"What would you like to drink? I've got some heffs, sours, a couple IPAs, and, well, water." Shiloh glanced up from the fridge, looking across to the dining room.
"Hah, got enough beer? I'll take a heff." Kasan nodded in thanks as a cold, glass bottle was handed to him. "Uh..."
"Oh." The horse took the bottle back and fetched a bottle opener. "I've got a group of friends that come over every week to play games. They bring beer, and usually just leave it here. So, I get a lot of leftovers."
Kasan took the beer from Shiloh once more and took a small sip. "Mm, what kind of games do you play? I thought you were more of an outdoors-y type."
Shiloh sat on the corner next to the otter and shrugged one shoulder. "I mean, I am, but it's a group of friends I've known for a few years now. They got me into tabletop games, and I've been playing with them ever since. I actually run our game now"
"What, really? Like, Conquerors and Catacombs?" the otter asked, more than a little surprised.
"That's what I first played, but now we're playing a different game called Chronoshift. It's more futuristic instead of fantasy," Shiloh explained.
Shiloh blinked in surprise and smiled wide. "Wow, you're such a nerd!"
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up rudderbutt," the horse said, pointing his fork at the otter before taking a bite of food.
"I've always wanted to play a game like that, actually. I just don't have any friends that are interested. I actually don't know many people around town. Only lived there about five years, and I haven't really gotten out of the house too much."
"Well if you lived closer, I'd totally invite you to play with us!"
The conversation delved deeper into the game with Shiloh explaining a lot of how it worked, and some of the funnier scenarios that might have cropped up. After some time, the conversation turned to work, and the shared bemoaning of having to play catch-up after a week wasted in a pointless meeting. The food was simple, but good, and the beer did its job in helping the otter relax, and enjoy the company.
Shiloh leaned back in his chair, full and satisfied. "Hope you enjoyed it! I'm certainly full, myself."
Kasan nodded and finished off his beer, putting it with the other bottles they'd amassed over dinner. "Mmm, definitely. You're a good cook, on top of it all."
"Psh, it's just a simple recipe. Anyone could do it," the horse said, smiling as he got up and grabbed their plates. "Let's see if you think that after I cook breakfast."
The otter slowly got to his feet and wandered over to lean against the counter. A yawn escaped his muzzle and he rubbed tiredly at his eyes. "Mmm, I'm easy to please."
Shiloh put the dishes into the washer and turned to Kasan, walked over and slipped both hands up under the otter's shirt, fingers feeling the soft, smooth fur. "Well, I certainly like to please."
The stared at each other for a moment, lips almost touching before the sound of claws clacking on wooden floors split the silence, and a muzzle was shoved up between them, pleading ups looking up and a tail wagging.
Shiloh pulled away and looked down, laughing. "What, you need to go outside?" he asked, stepping away from Kasan as the dalmatian play-bowed excitedly and then ran over to the back door, Chord joining him seconds later.
Kasan's face was still heated and he could feel himself straining at his jeans. The mood had been temporarily put on hold and the otter took a steadying breath before following behind the horse to the back door. "Oh, nice. My yard has no fence, and I basically only just mow it and never use it."
"Oh yeah, it's great. I want to get a hot tub at some point and put it on the patio below deck. Would be so nice for... well, all the time." Shiloh walked out onto the back porch, keeping the lights off to avoid bugs. There was enough ambient light from the stars and moon that he could see the dogs as they ran around and did their business.
"Mm, that'd be nice. I haven't been in a hot tub in forever." Kasan leaned on the wooden railing of the deck next to the horse and looked out across the dimly-lit yard.
They stood in silence for a few minutes until the dogs had had enough. They ran back up to the deck and Shiloh opened the door for them before following inside. "Well, for lack of a better way to say it... wanna see my bedroom?" the horse asked with a grin, tail flicking as he walked through the kitchen to grab the otter's backpack.
"Hah, I... don't really have any jokes or anything. It's been a long day, and I'm too tired to be witty," Kasan said, sticking his tongue out at the horse before following down the hall to the bedroom.
Shiloh flicked on the lights and dropped the otter's backpack on top of his dresser. The room was done in greys and blues, and the bed had a nice, black wooden frame complete with head and footboard. At the base of the footboard was nice, long ottoman with a leather surface. There were abstract paintings on canvases on the wall in the same muted tones. It was a simple room, built more for function than form, but it still felt cozy.
Kasan walked in and looked around, nodding his approval. "Very you."
"Very me?"
"You know. Simple. Stylish, not trying too hard to impress anyone." The otter spoke with a feigned-pompous voice, pursing his lips as he pretended to take in all the aspects of the room.
Shiloh laughed and stepped over to the otter, giving him a gentle push until Kasan fell backwards on the bed. "Dork."
Kasan sprawled out backwards on the bed, lifting his legs and using his feetpaws to pull the horse closer. "Says the tabletop nerd."
The horse let himself fall forward onto the otter, his arms keeping him from landing too heavily. "Oh, that's it, you're going to get it now," he growled playfully, lips teasing at the otter's small ears.
Kasan laughed and tried to shy away from the gentle tickling, squirming beneath the big equine. "Ack! I take it back! Stop!"
"Too late now!" Shiloh upped the ante and brought both his paws up under the otter's shirt, fingers digging into his sides to tickle him.
The otter yelped and bowed his back upwards, paws trying to pull the horse's hands away as he was tickled. "No! No! Stop!" He flailed about, but the horse outweighed him, and was certainly stronger. He jabbed his own fingers in under the horse's arms and Shiloh let out a surprised grunt and rolled them both over.
The horse forced and otter continued trying to tickle each other for a few more minutes, scrambling and flailing around, trying to find more leverage as they wrestled. It came to a head when they rolled too far off the other side and landed in a heap on the floor, Shiloh underneath the otter. They both groaned, panting for breath, and Kasan looked up to meet the horse's gaze, his heart still racing from their playful struggle.
Shiloh leaned in and pressed his muzzle to the otter's, kissing him hard. One of those spotted hands moved up behind the otter's head, holding him close as their tongues met and teased one another. His fingers combed through the otter's hair and he rolled atop the slimmer male, pinning him to the carpet.
Kasan let out a soft moan of acceptance as he was held down, his body going lax except for one paw resting on the horse's side. Shiloh knew how to drive him crazy in all the best ways, and the otter shivered happily.
They were so caught up in the moment that it startled the otter when a broad tongue swiped across one of his pads, making him yelp into Shiloh's mouth before tearing his muzzle away. Shiloh quickly rolled off the otter, thinking he'd hurt him, and glanced down to see Chord standing there, wagging his tail as if he hadn't done anything.
Kasan was panting for breath and he lifted his head to see the dopey German shepherd. "Oh, god. That scared me for a second."
"Yeah, should have known. When you're down on the floor they think that means it's playtime," Shiloh said with a laugh.
Chord took that as a single to walk up to the pair of them and begin happily licking at the otter's face and neck while Kasan tried to shield his face. "Ack! Hey!"
"Chord, sit," the horse said, chuckling. "He's a friendly dog. He loves giving kisses and putting his nose where it doesn't belong."
"I don't mind," Kasan said, smiling and running his fingers through the dog's pelt, scritching gently.
Shiloh was quiet for a moment before nudging the otter with one hand. "You should stick your paw a bit lower... he really likes that."
Kasan's face flushed dark red and he glanced up at Shiloh before back to the dog. From where he was laying it wasn't hard to see the dog's sheath hanging down from his body atop a fat pair of balls. "You... you think?"
"Mhm, go for it," Shiloh said, running one of his hands up under the otter's shirt and tweaking one of his nipples.
The otter's entire body shuddered and he let out a soft groan, already hard as a rock in his pants. "A-ah... I mean, I guess I'm just a bit nervous."
Shiloh's dragged his claws down to the otter's pants and undid the button and zipper. "Aww, don't worry. Might wanna take these off, though. Don't want to get them all messy."
Kasan lifted his hips up and let the horse pull his jeans and boxers down and off before he sat up to shrug out of his shirt. Shiloh followed suit and soon the two were sitting on the floor, naked and erect. Chord was still sitting patiently, tongue lolling out of his maw as he watched the two.
"Okay, um. I guess, what should I do?" the otter asked, looking over at his friend.
The horse was sitting with his back against the wall, legs spread out in a "V". "Alright, well, what do you want to do?" he asked, unable to keep from grinning.
"This might be easier if you just boss me around," the otter replied, smiling sheepishly.
Shiloh barked out a laugh. "Fair enough. Why don't you reach down and give his sheath a few strokes? I'm sure you can figure things out from there. He might even guide you."
Kasan gulped and looked back to the shepherd dog, scooting closer on his knees until he was able to slip a hand down under the dog's belly. Chord stood up, giving him better access, and his fingers curled around the warm pouch, feeling the boned member inside. It was already partially swollen, and it only took a couple tugs before the dog's hips bean twitching and thrusting forward into the otter's paw.
The otter pulled his paw away in surprise and Shiloh laughed again. "It's okay, don't worry. He's going to start humping your paw," the horse said. Chord's hips were still thrusting at air, his pink, doggy length already retreated.
"Yeah, just kinda surprised me."
Shiloh smeared a thick dollop of pre around the head of his cock and pushed down on it before letting it slap up against his belly. "How about this... you lay on your back, and I'll jerk him off. You can watch from down there."
Kasan's own cock throbbed at the thought and his body shuddered involuntarily. "Oh, uh... Yeah, alright." He turned around and lay down on the floor, Chord's muzzle snuffling at his own and giving him a few licks before the otter shielded his face.
"Good, good. Now you can watch," Shiloh said.
It didn't take long to position the shepherd so that Kasan's head was sticking between the dog's legs. He could have done a few crunches that would have put his muzzle right up against that furry sheath. His paws were drawn up to his chest as he watched one of those black and white paws appear under the dogs. Just like his own had, those fingers curled around that furry pouch and began stroking.
Kasan watched as a few inches of pale, pink flesh appeared, and then the thrusting started up again. Shiloh's hand tugged down on the tan sheath, finger's making an "O" as the slick shaft pumped through his fingers. The otter gasped as a watery spurt of pre hit him right in the cheek, then another at his neck. The length twitched and expanded, knot at the base growing quickly. Those watery spurts rained down on his chest, neck, and face, one hitting him right across the lips, ensuring that a swipe of his tongue picked up that tangy, salty seed. It wasn't like what other guys tasted like, and it was thinner and runnier. He squirmed where he lay, watching Shiloh's fingers lock behind that growing knot as Chord's hips pumped forward over and over.
The horse watched his friend's brown fur get wetted down across his face and muzzle, little rivulets of pre making lines across his neck and face. Chord stopped thrusting and just stood there, panting happily as his heavy balls pumped across Kasan's face. "Lean up a bit. I wanna see you kiss it," Shiloh murmured.
Kasan's body convulsed and he briefly wondered if the horse was capable of making him cum just from talking dirty to him. It certainly wouldn't hinder the process. He did as he was told, and leaned up, feeling the heat of the dog's cock before he'd even touched it. His muzzle parted and pre sprayed across his tongue as his pressed his lips to the tapered head of the pulsing appendage. It was fever-hot and tasted musky and sweet, and as he pursed his lips in a kiss, it throbbed upwards, bapping him in the nose and drooling pre across his upper lip. Both Kasan and Shiloh let out an amused laugh before the otter tried again, tongue cradling the tip against his upper lip.
"Good. Go on and suck on him a bit. And play with his knot. He's not going to go anywhere when you're giving him attention," the horse said.
Kasan had loosened up a bit now that things were happening, and he raised one of his paws to replace the horse's, holding onto the engorged knot. It throbbed in his paw and more pre emptied out across his tongue, forcing him to swallow every few seconds. He pulled back and let more shoot across his face, fingers exploring the veined surface. "Damn... I wish all guys tasted this... uh, inoffensive?"
"Hah, yeah, right? Dogs don't eat garlic, or lots of salt, or soda," Shiloh said, running one of his hands down over the otter's stomach before wrapping around that uncut length.
Kasan groaned and arched up into that paw, his eyes closing for a few seconds. "O-oh, careful. I'm already kinda worked up from all this," he whispered.
"Mm, hey, I know that feeling. You wanna try Gibson on? He's big. Bet he could get you off with that knot wedged up in your ass," the horse teased, rubbing a thumb down under the otter's foreskin and making him squirm about.
Kasan's paw squeezed down on that thick knot, his face now liberally soaked in the dog's juices. "O-oh, um. I... yeah, I wanna try," he admitted.
Shiloh made a rather lustful noise and nudged Chord off to the side. The dog's length bobbed as he waddled to the corner and lay down, licking himself. "Gibson! Here boy!" the horse called.
The otter could only lay there, fur drenched and his body tingling with empathetic pleasure. "Oh. Damn. I can't believe I did that."
There was the clacking of claws against wood before the dog entered the carpeted bedroom, whip-like tail wagging all around. Shiloh grinned over to the otter. "Well, you definitely won't believe what you're doing next. Number four will shock you!" he teased.
"Argh, why do you have to be so silly," Kasan complained, eyes rolling in mock exasperation. He rolled over and sat up on his knees and paw, licking his lips as he looked up to the big horse. "Like this?"
Shiloh pressed down on the middle of the otter's back, his other paw encouraging his hips further up. "More like this. He's a tall dog. I'll help him in, just relax and let me take care of things."
Kasan nodded and let his head hang down, eyes closed and muzzle parted as he worked to keep himself relaxed. His heavy, rudder tail was lifted to the side and there was an excited woof from the dalmatian before a cold nose pressed right up against his pucker. The otter gasped and glanced back over his shoulder, cheeks red. "W-wait, don't I need lube or something?"
The horse held up a clear bottle that he'd fetched from the nightstand drawer. "I got it. But let him lick you, first. It'll help calm you down, and excite him."
No sooner had he said that than a broad tongue swept up between his cheeks, dipping in against the wrinkled flesh of his entrance. It made him gasp in surprise and pleasure, and he pressed his hips further into the air. Gibson's slim, spotted muzzle pressed under his tail, lapping enthusiastically at puckered hole. Kasan bit his lip, trying to keep the submissive moans and whimpers from escaping, but when that pink tongue forced its way inside, curling at his insides, he let out a low, needy whine.
The otter's cock throbbed beneath him, leaking a steady streak of pre out that connected his hooded head to the floor. "Oh god... why can't all guys rim like this," he whispered, cheeks flushed from the perverse enjoyment he was getting out of this.
"Trust me, I hear you," Shiloh agreed.
Gibson's muzzle stayed up under the otter's rudder, tonguing the warm entrance until it was slick with the dog's drool. Shiloh uncapped the bottle of lube and smeared a bunch over a couple fingers. "Back, come on," he said, nudging the dog's head away to get access. Two fingers smeared clear lube along Kasan's passage before sinking in, making the inside slick as well.
Kasan sucked in a breath when those finger's pressed into him. They weren't the largest he'd taken, but the horse's hands were still big. "I'm nervous," Kasan said quietly.
"Do you wanna call it off? You can, you know." The horse put the lube away and ran his dry hand across the otter's back.
The otter considered that for a moment but then just shook his head. "No, I'm okay. I want to try."
"Alright. Relax."
Gibson had been lapping at the horse's shaft, cleaning up the pre that was dripping there, when the horse was lubing the otter's tail. He shooed the dog's muzzle away and reached beneath the dog's haunches to grab the thick sheath there. It barely took more than a few touches before the dog's hips were thrusting excitedly, and Shiloh guided him towards the otter. The dalmatian got the idea quickly and he reared up onto Kasan's back, spotted forelegs clutching tight at the otter's hips as his own began humping frantically, trying to find his mark.
Kasan did his best to keep calm with slow, measured breaths, but when the dog's weight landed on his back, he let out a soft whimper. Then he felt the boned tip of the dog's member prodding around, looking for his hole. Shiloh reached between them, fingers guiding the pink length down until the angle worked, and the dog's cock slid in.
It wasn't the slow, gentle easing-in that he was used to from most of his partners. The dog went from tip to base in one thrust that would have left him seeing stars if it weren't for the fact that, unswollen, the dog's cock was barely as thick as one of his fingers. The slight discomfort faded rather quickly, but Gibson was picking up speed at an alarming rate.
Kasan's muzzle parted with a sharp intake of air as he was pulled roughly backwards by strong forelegs. The dog's hips were crashing into his, and a heavy set of balls slapped his smaller pair. "O-oh god," he whispered, eyes wide and staring at the floor. His face was on fire from the embarrassment of doing something so lewd in front of the horse.
"Just relax," Shiloh repeated, petting a big hand over the otter's hair and neck, his other paw stroking his large shaft as he watched.
Gibson's body arched over the otter's, paws scrambling around at the floor, trying to get deeper than what was possible as he humped hard into the willing otter. His muzzle was open in a doggy-smile, drool dripping from the tip of his tongue onto Kasan's back. His shaft was thickening rapidly beneath the rudder tail and pre ran in a watery stream down from the otter's stretched passage.
Kasan's fingers dug at the carpet and he made soft, mewling sounds as the dog pounded into him. His cock was dribbling pre everywhere and he felt more running down the inside of his thighs. The dog's length was thicker and longer than when he'd first penetrated him, and the growing knot was starting to stretch him a noticeable amount.
The dalmatian's knot swelled further and Gibson was no longer able to just tug it back out. He hunched his hips and drove it deeper into the warm passage, almost bowling the poor otter over with the force. As it got to its full size the dalmatian's hips slowed until it was only a small bucking motion that rocked them back and forth.
"Oh shit... oh... he's big," the otter muttered, closing his eyes and trying to take a deep breath and failing. He could feel that turgid knot pulse with the dog's heartbeat, and every movement tugged it around his insides, assaulting his prostate.
"Yeah, he's real big," the horse said, his breath shaky and rough as one of his paws jerked his hard rod only a few inches from the otter's face.
"Oh god, oh... oh god, he's... I-I can..." The otter's mind was misfiring as the fat knot dug at his insides, throbbing and filling him with more and more seed. Spots danced in his vision as he almost hyperventilated. He sucked in a deep breath and let out a low groan. "Fuck... fuck, I feel like... like I could cum at any moment," he mumbled, too pent up to feel bashful about the situation now.
Shiloh let out an approving rumble and he squeezed himself just below his medial ring, head flaring wide and a big drop of pre running over the head. "Mmf, let me help."
Before the horse could do anything, the dalmatian turned and dismounted from the otter's back, leg lifting up and over until they were butt to butt, tied securely in place by the engorged knot wedged inside the otter. Kasan's arms gave out and he fell forward, panting hard through his nose. He whimpered and claws desperately at the ground, his entire body on fire and extra sensitive from having something so large shoved up inside him.
The horse grinned and carefully eased them both over. "Here, just lay down. Might be easier." It took a bit of encouraging, but the horse managed to get the dog to lay on his side, the otter now on his back with his legs spread.
Kasan clenched his jaw tight over the soft whimpers and whines as he rolled onto his back, pre coating his entire shaft. He opened his eyes, and yipped in surprise as the horse moved atop him, knees straddling either side of the otter's head. It resulted in the horse's heavy balls hanging almost down to his slim muzzle, that long tail going behind his head. "Hi there," said, laughing as he leaned up and ran a tongue over the leathery, black sac.
Shiloh let out a soft nicker and found the otter's paws, bringing them up to wrap around his cock. He'd brought himself to the edge a few times already, just from watching the otter play with his dogs.
Kasan got the message and squeezed the thick length, fingers finding that rigid ring while the other sought out the spongy, flared head. His paw was immediately damp with the horse's pre and he leaned up to continue licking and slurping at the horse's sac while pawing him off.
The horse shuddered all over and reached one of his big hands down to squeeze Kasan's shaft, pulling back his foreskin and teasing his thumb across the wet head. He was met with a cry of pleasure and an arching of hips, and the horse could see the otter's pelvic muscles tense at the added sensation. He flexed his cock in the otter's grip and bit back a moan.
The otter's paws faltered as his own member got some much-needed attention. His heart was racing and he could feel the inevitable release building inside him. He leaned upwards, forehead pressed against the back of the horse's balls, breathing hard through his nose. He resumed his strokes over the horse's pole, feeling his balls drawing up close.
"W-wait... wait, I'm close," he whined, trying to hold himself back from the edge.
"Me too," Shiloh grunted, tail flagging side to side. He sped up his strokes and let out a basso moan.
Kasan squeezed one paw behind the horse's flare, another just below the prominent ring midway along his length. He couldn't focus on anything else and he just held on, body tensing. "A-ah!"
"Do it," the horse breathed.
"Nngh, I... oh god," Kasan's head leaned to the side and he pressed hard into the horse's thigh, panting as if he'd just ran a marathon. The knot inside his passage felt enormous now, and the horse's hand was stroking his foreskin back and forth over the crown of his length.
With a half-strangled cry, the otter came hard. Cum sprayed from the head of his shaft, the first few splattering messily over the stallion's spotted chest, one arcing high and catching Shiloh across his square muzzle. The horse moaned in shared ecstasy and aimed the otter's cock towards his own, watching as white streaks of the otter's seed painted the top half of his black flesh.
He continued teasing his fingers along the otter's foreskin, feeling the otter buck and writhe beneath him, still locked with the panting dalmatian between his legs. He felt a set of teeth bite down hard on his inner thigh and heard Kasan making pitiful whines as his oversensitive nerves were tortured. Shiloh closed his eyes and replaced the otter's paws with his hands, giving a few strokes before his own length abruptly went off.
Kasan panted tiredly around the mouthful of horse he held in his teeth, trying to keep from biting down too hard while his body tingled everywhere. He heard the horse's low cry and felt a hot splash of cum over his stomach and crotch, coating him in the gooey, viscous fluid. He unclenched his jaw and sighed happily at that warm, sticky feeling.
Shiloh sat back on his haunches, balls resting directly on the otter's face as he stroked himself through his climax. Cum shot over the otter's brown fur with heavy splats until the otter's torso and neck were covered in a patina of horse seed.
The otter could only lay there, physically and mentally exhausted from all that had happened. The knot under his tail was shrinking, and with a wet slurp it pulled free. He shuddered as he felt warm dog cum drool across his heavy tail. Gibson got up and walked past the pair, out into the hallway and off to go get food, Chord following behind.
"Typical," the horse said, a note of humor in his voice. "They help make a mess, but don't wanna help cleaning it up."
Kasan's muzzle split in a lazy grin and he laughed. Shiloh's balls still rested on his face and he had to move them aside with a paw to look up at the horse. "I'm worn the fuck out."
Shiloh nodded and then grimaced as he stood up, knees popping. "Oof, yeah, me too. Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll sleep."
The shower felt heavenly on the otter's back and he slumped tiredly against the horse, smearing cum between their chests and stomachs. "That was... an incredible feeling," he said quietly.
Shiloh leaned back against the cold tile, stroking a big hand down over Kasan's neck and back. "Mm, yeah. Nothing quite like it. Well, I mean, I've had a few guys with knots bigger, who might be rougher, but you know what I mean."
Kasan yawned wide and hugged close to the horse. "Thanks for convincing me to try it."
"Yeah, of course. Was super hot to see," he replied.
The otter smiled and relaxed. "I wanna see you get fucked again."
Shiloh snorted and grabbed a bottle of soap, starting to work it in against their fur. "Tomorrow."
It took a bit to get completely cleaned up, and Kasan barely had the energy to climb into bed when they'd gotten dried off. Shiloh nestled up behind him and squeezed him close. A few seconds later both dogs jumped up on the bed, taking various positions around them.
"Mmm, and that's why I have a king-sized bed," Shiloh mumbled sleepily.
Kasan chuckled and slipped his legs back between the horse's, twining them together. "You're going to make me a good breakfast, right?"
Shiloh yawned and nuzzled over the top of the otter's head. "I guess you've earned it."