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As I'm almost always busy with college, I don't get much free time for personal projects, but now and then I like to write smut. So feel free to talk to me about future story ideas or the like!

As such, I spend a lot of my small spare time hanging out with amazing, cool people in a relaxing writing, horse, anyone-welcome-we-don't-care telegram chat, run by the wonderful ZaggyNorse . Do be warned that it does move quite fast and is very explicit though!

Although maybe that's what you're looking for :P

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Additionally, I fear this may be my last story for a bit due to life's ever increasing busyness. I've landed a fantastic internship that I've wanted for a long time and have the busiest semester of school raging on currently.

The art is from Eroskun on FA and depicts myself and my friend Honney (Durel on FA) having a bit of fun~. I wrote this story based off that image.

The clickity-clack of hooves on a keyboard filled the room, only to be interrupted by a loud, but weak cough. Mitch, the horse furiously pressing keys in a vain attempt to rescue his team from another defeat in a game of League, wasn't exactly ill. He was just getting over a particularly pernicious virus that had him bedridden for a few days. His friend who was also resisting the impending defeat in this game was Keith. Keith and Mitch played games together most days, whether they were ill or in perfect health. They cared about each other deeply though. They talked about everything that would go on in their lives and always wished each other well, whether it was Keith's recent breakup with his girlfriend or Mitch's recent visit with his stud of a primary care doctor.

"What?!" Keith exclaimed in surprise. "You got a boner while visiting your doctor while terribly sick and you enjoyed it?!"

"Don't act like you don't know me, Keith," Mitch spoke in a cool, calm, and confident voice before letting out a little cough. "I'm a pervert through and through and that handsome doctor was some grade A beef."

"Alright, alright I get your point, Mitch. Now spill. What species, what did you like, did you see anything, etc. I need details!"

"I wasn't lying when I said beef, Keith," Mitch cooed with a chuckle. "What set me off about him though wasn't the beautiful bull horns or his gorgeous red hair, it was the fact that he was wearing the new streamlined clothing brand. You know.... The one that doesn't hide anything and is super comfy."

"So, you got a show and some treatment, did you?"

"Not like you're implying, Keith. I got one hell of a show, yes. He had this strange apparatus pulling down on his balls and everything. Magnificent fucking low hanging balls. Very cute top-frame-less glasses. Such a professional too. He examined me everywhere and ran a multitude of tests to make sure I wasn't sick with anything serious, all the way from taking my temperature to taking some blood samples. He never once got hard though," Mitch said, feigning sadness.

"Wait so the bull's man meat was a part of the show too!? You lucky bastard."

"First of all, his shaft was covered by the suit. Second, save the compliments for when I head back today and get him to come back to my place," Mitch giggled.

"That raises the question of just how you plan to have this hunk hanging from your arm," Keith said before whispering, "Or balls deep in you hehe."

Mitch, ignoring the all too easy jokes that were ripe for the picking, calmly replied, "If I hint at it enough, stare at him enough, and show off enough, I'm sure I can win him over."

The close of their conversation was brought about by the "Defeat" screen demanding input. After a few goodbyes, and wishes of well health, Mitch lazed about in his chair. Would he really go bother some guy working as a doctor just because he liked how this doctor looked in very revealing clothing?

Fuck yes, he would.

The door of the clinic shut behind Mitch with the *ting* of a little bell situated above the door. The horse signed himself in, filled out some forms, and took a seat in the waiting room as a peculiar display in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

"Don't be ashamed, we are your physicians after all!" read a sign posted above some futuristic looking clothes in a similar style to those Mitch remembered his handsome bull of a doctor sported. The clothes were similar, but different as they were for patients. The pile reached the top of the box however, as it seemed like no patient was comfortable wearing something so .... revealing.

Not Mitch. This would work perfectly for his plan. The horse strolled on over to the box and took the "one-size-fits-all" gown before the waiting room door bust open for a tigress nurse to announce that the doctor would be ready for him shortly and he could head on to a back room.

The horse closed his examination room door behind him before purposefully and swiftly removing his garments to don this new patient gown. The nurse had offered him a normal gown thinking Mitch had made a mistake. No, no, no. This was all a part of his master plan of seduction.

Step 1: Give the bull a show Step 2: Make dirty jokes to keep the topic about sex Step 3: Make this stud doctor perform tests just to get physical with him Step 4: Complete the seduction and score

The stallion took a moment to ogle himself in the mirror located in his clinical room. He had to admit he really liked how he looked. His unintentional semi-erection from how tight yet revealing these new clothes were startled him. Mitch gave a little twirl to get the full 360-degree view and practically squealed in excitement. The black coloring along with blue LEDs paired very well with the horse's brown and peachy cream fur tones. Sure, he wasn't the humblest fellow, but all the stallion could think looking at himself in this new outfit was "Damn I look good" and "Wonder if I can keep it."

The horse's self-eye-fucking was interrupted by a knock at the door.

He scrambled and took a seat in the patient chair as the door swung open to reveal the object of his desire: Honney, the doctor bull. Honney was aptly named. His skin was the color of a light honey. His revealing outfit was white with the same blue LEDs. The upper portion which lay above his nipples sported a red cross, displaying his medical intent.

Mitch couldn't help but stare at his luscious equine cock, however. Its shaft lay sealed in white fabric just like various parts of Honney's body. Yet just the outline was enough to drive him wild and fuel his need and erection.

"OH," Honney screamed in surprise. "Oh, so sorry to get spooked there, Mitch. I wasn't expecting you to be wearing our new patient gowns or to be ..... at full mast."

Honney's voice betrayed his composed, natural self. He was obviously taken off guard. Then again, so was Mitch.

Mitch covered his cock shamefully before remembering his master plan! The stallion needed to not hide his arousal but instead flaunt it!

So away went his hands and on came a smirk of purpose.

"Well your sign did say I shouldn't be ashamed! You are my doctor, right?" Mitch voiced with a little bit too much excitement coming through. He mustered up a series of small coughs.

"You're quite right, Mitch. There should be no secrets between us for me to do my job effectively. In fact, I think I can check erectile dysfunction off the list of reasons why you might be here. Tell me, though, what brings you back to my office so soon? What new symptom or condition do you think you might have?"

"Nope. I just ummm... think I'm getting better too slowly. Yeah! That's what it is. I need you and you specifically to run some tests on me."

Honney's face displayed his awe at this request. "You want me to specifically redo the same procedure and everything just to tell you your common cold is getting better slowly?"

The horse gave a vivid nod of agreement.

A long sigh trailed from Honney's lips as the bull recomposed himself. "Are you paying for this? And if so, why?"

"Excuse you, Mr. Doctor, sir. All you need to worry about is that you, yourself will receive payment for your services in helping me feel better!" Mitch could swear he heard his wallet cry out for mercy in that moment.

"First test!" Honney's voice boomed authoritatively, "Will be a taking your temperature. Just like I did, well I don't know, less than a week ago"

Time to initiate step two of the plan!

"Why yes, please stick your rod deep in my mouth.... For the best results"

Honney leaned in with the thermometer but stopped right before Mitch's open mouth. "Was that a sex joke Mitch?"

"Yes, yes it was, doctor Honney, and I stand by my humor." Mitch knew doubling down was risky, but he had to keep following his plan!

Honney's face grew into a scowl as he placed the thermometer in Mitch's mouth. However, the bull's body betrayed him in that moment. His covered cock flexed right before Mitch's eyes. That's all it took for Mitch's conviction to grow even more solid.

Mitch's horsecock grew and became even more solid too.

A switch flipped inside the stallion's brain. He KNEW that the bull doctor in front of him wanted to fuck him in these revealing clothes. He knew that the doctor was held back by the fear of punishment and professionalism. This was all the encouragement the perverted horse needed to raise his game.

As the thermometer rested at the base of his mouth, Mitch moaned softly but purposefully. He suckled and shined the glass rod while Honney was helpless but to observe.

After what seemed like an eternity to both Honney who was watching this vulgar display and Mitch who had to keep up his act, the pair breathed a bubble of relief as Honney checked the reading: an approximate 99.5 degrees Fahrenheit. The horse's temperature was down from the 102-degree Fahrenheit fever that was raging inside him when he last visited the clinic.

"You should watch your temperature, Mitch. You almost have a fever. In fact, before you leave, remind me and we should check your temperature again in case I should recommend you any fever reducing medication."

With a salute, Mitch responded "What's the next test, doc? I'm raring to go!" before strategically shifting his weight around in his chair letting his pink, mottled, erect horsecock bob from side to side, almost hypnotically.

The clearly flustered bull doctor used his forearm to wipe sweat from his head as he stammered "T-the n-next test is umm... a full body inspection to check for insect bites!"

"I guess the gowns open nature is really paying off," Mitch exclaimed while standing up and doing the little twirl like he did for himself in the mirror. Except this time, when his butt was pointed towards the honey-colored bull, the horse put a little extra fervor into his movement and shook his closer hip up and the further hip down before reversing the process as both sides left Honney's sight. As Mitch's eyes once again looked upon his lusted-after doctor, he saw that the bull's cock no longer hung flaccid but rather stood at a very stiff attention, stretching the fabric that held it.

Honney said nothing as he slowly trotted behind Mitch. The stallion shivered at the feeling of his doctor's frigid hands sliding up and down the exposed part of the horse's arms.

After a couple of repetitions on the arms, Honney's hands glided up and down the outsides of Mitch's legs, doing much more than just searching for insect bites. As Mitch deeply exhaled, showing his enjoyment for being manhandled and caressed, Honney left the other legs to massage the inner thighs.

Mitch's manhood twitched and throbbed, obviously enjoying the attention. Honney, noticing his revenge was working, let out a soft giggle as he rapidly increased his pace for a short moment.

Honney's hands shifted again, this time all the way up to knead the exposed horse rump. His left hand was the first in action, making large circles on the equine's left cheek. The doctor's steady hand traced counterclockwise, pulling Mitch's cheeks ever so slightly apart as the hand entered the evening.

Then came Honney's right hand. It took its rightful place and begun spreading and smooshing Mitch's plump derriere clockwise so that when both hands were furthest apart, the no-longer-professional doctor could view his patient's hole.

As time went by, Honney's hands varied in their worship. Circles became jiggles which became squeezes which became gentle rubs and on and on until Mitch was left a softly moaning mess in the clinical room.

In fact, he was more of a mess than just mentally. Mitch had a condition that his doctor, the same doctor Honney, had diagnosed: hyperspermia. He made too much of the titular good stuff.

Thus, he pre'd like a madman. His underwear and pants cursed the handsome guy's bulge that just passed by for dooming them to be flooded. Mitch came buckets too. Not only that, he needed to unload often, or else theses other problems would just keep getting worse until he blew.

So there he was, standing in the middle of an exam room, getting his thick ass fondled, moaning away as his pre dripped on the floor.

Only Honney's voice cooing: "You've passed the full body examination, Mitch~" roused the stallion from his trance. "While we're here, might as well check for something super serious," Honney's voice tensed.

The bull doctor sauntered ever so slowly around to the front of the stallion before suddenly dropping to his knees. Honney's face turned from stoic into a display of confidence and smugness. "I know you probably get these amazing, large, full balls of yours inspected often, Mitch, but it's important for your doctor to make sure of your complete health and wellness isn't it?"

Mitch's words failed him as his doctor's commanding and pleasureful approach to a checkup was everything the stallion had ever dreamed of. What words can one say when their fantasy is unfurling before them? He simply nodded in agreement and scooped his right hand inside his thigh to raise the orbs in question closer to the sweet worded bull.

Honney's hand brushed against Mitch's hand ever so gently, as if to say "Relax, sweet thing. I have this covered~". As the horse's hand gave in and relinquished possession of his balls, the bull's deft hand gently grasped and squeezed Mitch's sack.

A tap-tap of horse hooves informed the medical doctor of Mitch's sensitivity when he was this worked up.

Very carefully, Honney began checking very thoroughly for lumps. He began by instructing his patient to take deep, calming breaths. I would be more fun to ruin his composure anyways. Honney's left hand which was already holding the horse's package rolled both balls around in its palm before settling on the left ball. Without any assistance from the right hand, it juggled his testicle around 360 degrees, searching for anything out of the usual. When he was satisfied with his patient's healthy left testicle, Honney's left hand bounced Mitch's balls up and down a tad as it shifted further rightwards.

Latching on to Mitch's right ball, the doctor bull skillfully provided a whole new world of sensations by rigidly but carefully adjusting its relative angle and position to fully investigate the right testicle.

After a couple repetitions of this process, Mitch could bear no more of this teasing. He let out desperate whine displaying his need. Almost immediately following his first outburst came a more physical display of need in the form of a giant dollop of pre dripping from the equine's unflared head towards the floor.

Honney thought of the shame that it would be to let perfectly tasty drop go to waste. The bull's mouth rose to the underside of Mitch's stiff horsecock at its base. Honney very methodically slurped upwards, dragging his tongue across the horse's length stopping only to tease and suck on his medial ring and then at the edge of the tip of the horse's dick to down the entire glob of pre that rested there.

Taste of victory on his lips, Honney was satisfied enough to stand up in front of his patient to declare no serious problems down there. "However," the bull doctor added, "I still have at least two more tests that I feel I must perform to ensure as clean a bill of health as I can."

Honney, trotted over to the cabinet in the corner of the room and pulled out what looked like a tube of toothpaste and a box of rubber gloves. He methodically shook a glove free from the box's vice grip. Pulling the glove over his right hand, Honney couldn't help but snicker at the decently loud *SNAP* of the glove entrance hitting his wrist as the personal protective device sealed itself around him.

"W-what's the g-glove for d-doc?" the horse stammered as his ass clenched knowing the exact answer to his question.

"Why it's for your prostate exam, Mitch," Honney's grin widened. The "meep" that escaped Mitch's lips was followed shortly by Honney's command of "Spread those legs and bend over the exam table."

"I... Don't think that's quite necessary anymore, Doc. You know, I'm feeling much better!" Mitch pleaded before he let out a low cough.

"Oh, so you have the medical degree now, huh? And you aren't the one making an appointment requesting me specifically then trying to seduce me while running the same pointless tests? Why don't you get some return on your investment and get a real prostate exam, boy?"

Mitch's face turned a bright red as he diligently trotted over to the exam table, dropped his chest down, raised his ass up, and lifted his tail to present his eager asshole to the very commanding doctor.

Head over his shoulder, Mitch could now clearly make out what was printed on that tube of toothpaste Honney pulled out along with the gloves. It read L-U-B-E.

Honney untwisted the cap on the tube, then squeezed at the very end while pointing the nozzle at his gloved-up hand. Honney quickly approached Mitch's exposes rear and slathered the lube on the outside of his hole.

While the horse squirmed at the new, cold, wet feeling on his ass, the bull used his gloved hand to spread the jelly all over his horse's donut of an asshole. Once properly satisfied with covering the outside, Honney slipped in the tip of his index and middle finger, pushing some of the leftover lube inside the horse's hole.

Mitch's hooves tipped and tapped at the floor until Honney spun around his hand which was shallowly inside the antsy horse. Curiously enough, this seemed to calm the doctor's patient as the hoof taps turned into a deep, needy moan.

Encouraged, Honney slid his hand out to apply more life-saving lubricant before repeating this spinning motion for an even greater "f-f-FUCK-k" to exit his patient's lips. Honney's own cock jerked up in excitement hearing just how effective his tactics were.

Honney broke the silence, "Remember Mitch, I'm performing an actual medical checkup here. I know this is probably not the first time you've had someone deep inside you hehehe but do try to relax. Now be a good boy and spread those cheeks nice and wide, would you?"

Blushing heavily, Mitch reached back and spread his butt cheeks wide. Honney grinned at the eager invitation and splashed his gloved hand with lube one last time before ever so gently pushing on Mitch's asshole with all five fingers.

The doctor bull's hand entered abruptly with a slightly pained grunt from his patient.

"You can take it, Mitch. Nice an' easy. Breathe in, breathe out."

Honney's hand slid deeper and deeper.

"Almost there! Only just a little bit more and... got it!" Honney poked at Mitch's prostate making the horse exclaim.

Mitch could feel himself soaking the examination table below him as his pre grew even more copious each time his prostate was teased. Honney was not going easy either, most likely for payback for setting this entire thing up in the first place as well as to sate his own arousal

Seconds turned into minutes as Mitch whined and moaned and panted, his tongue seeking asylum outside of his mouth.

Each squeeze was a new sensation, as if Mitch needed to be pounded right there and nowhere else immediately. He was sure he was going to cum if this kept up any longer.

Honney could also feel the need brewing in his loins. There had to be some way he could have more fun than fisting his patient. He needed to fuck, and he needed it now.

To his relief, Honney's hand withdrew just as carefully as it entered. Just as quickly, a familiar plastic snapping sound announced the removal of the protective hand cover.

"Congratulations, Mitch! You have one of the healthiest prostates I've seen! Really would have been awkward if I had to say otherwise though," Honney chuckled.

"But now," the bull continued, "I think it's time I gave you the one last test I promised you, remember?"

"No, no I quite don't," Mitch responded genuinely.

"Why it's your temperature check my dear patient! I sincerely hope your temperature has gone down. Good boys who spread themselves on command deserve the best after all. It would be a shame to waste all that lube too!"

"Wait, wait, wait, Honney. What do you mean waste that lube?! You're sticking the thermometer up my ass?!"

The medical professional bull nodded vigorously. "It's more accurate down there," he said.

"That metal thermometer of yours has to be freezing cold!! I don't want it in my loose ass. I won't consent," Mitch huffed.

"Who said anything about the thermometer being metal," Honney countered. The look of shock on Mitch's face only strengthened as Honney gripped his covered cock in his right hand and said, "This baby has a thermometer built into it thanks to the suit."

Without hesitation, Mitch resumed the position, spreading his cheeks nice and wide. It was truly a sight the doctor loved to see.

Wasting not a breath, Honney walked up behind Mitch. The bull began grinding his sleeved dick along his equine patient's ass. Something felt off though....

Honney looked down to see he was too damn tall for properly get his meat between Mitch's buns. With a slighty disappointed and demanding tone, Honney ordered "Up on the table, Mitch. This is going in and it's going in comfortably for me."

Mitch obediently crawled up onto the examination table, spreading himself again for his trusted doctor. This, however, was too high. Mitch's spread ass was face level for Honney, giving him the best view.

A *whirrrr* filled the room not shortly after Mitch's mounting of the exam table as the table was being remotely lowered by the bull who was stepping on a pressure plate not too far away.

As the buzz stopped a prod of a blunt, equine head on Mitch's backdoor confirmed Honney was satisfied with this new height. Honney pushed his hips forwards, the tip of his dick begging for a warm welcome from the equine donut it rested upon.

"Just breathe, Mitch. You took my hand so well for that prostate exam and you have all this lube still in you. I know you can take me."

Mitch inhaled air, counting: 1, 2, 3, 4. Then the horse exhaled, counting: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Inhale. Exhale.

With a steady rhythm forming, Mitch's whole body loosened. After a long, pained grunt from Honney, the bull's dick's head popped in.

Both men moaned in unison, albeit at different pitches. A great need on both ends was finally being fulfilled.

Honney couldn't resist gently rocking back and forth while Mitch adjusted to his size. Once the horse gave a thumbs up, Honney grinned.

The bull doctor pressed a button on his suit and Mitch's body temperature was displayed as a hologram above Honney's cock.

Mitch peered over his shoulder, his tongue resuming its panting from previous. He read "100.5 degrees Fahrenheit."

Honney snickered, "You are feeling a little bit hot, I might need to check deeper." Honney squeezed the tube of lube still in his hand until it came gushing out. He then placed the tube above the bit of his dick that wasn't inside the slutty horse yet and let gravity do the rest of the work.

The bull then rocked his hips forwards and back. Forwards and back. Slowly building up momentum in his patient fuck of his patient.

"I need all of you in me, Honney. PLEASE!" the thirsty horse shouted.

Eager to oblige, Honney dropped the lube he was holding and placed both his arms on Mitch's matching shoulders. The bull dug his feet in and began to ride that stallion.

*Plap plap plap plap* echoed through the room mixed in with the occasional moan and grunt from either party. Honney's still clothed dick was massive. It was pushing all the pleasure buttons in Mitch's ass. At the same time, Mitch's ass was so tight, it milked Honney's dick, squeezing it as it thrust in and relaxing as it retracted. The temperature displayed above Honney's dick rose. 101 degrees. 103 degrees. It finally settled at 105 degrees Fahrenheit as the two lovers fell into a groove.

As Honney's balls smacked Mitch's ass, the metal feeling from the weights lowering them was refreshingly hot and a unique texture.

It was pure ecstasy on both ends.

Hump after hump after hump, Honney's hands dug into the stallion's shoulders. Mitch leaned forwards, balancing his center of mass to take the forceful assault from behind.

Neither of them knew how long it had been. Neither of them wanted it to stop.

Unprofessional? Definitely. Exactly what the doctor ordered? Definitely.

Honney took his left hand off Mitch's shoulder to grab on to his glasses as he bent over top of the horse's back, still fucking hard and deep, to plant kisses starting from Mitch's lower back and tracing all the way up to the back of his neck.

As the bull reched the base of Mitch's skull, he leaned just a tad more forwards and just a tad more left.

He whispered in Mitch's ear, "I can't cum right now, it's unethical."

With those words, the bucking stopped. The fucking stopped. Honney stepped back and composed himself, grabbing a bottle of water and panting.

"You fucking tease!" Mitch accused. "How can you give me the ride of my life and not finish in me?!"

"Look, Mitch. This device on my balls isn't just for show. It puts nanites into my sperm. I can't give nanite infusions for minor ailments such as yours unless you pay extra for it. Says right here you did not spring for the "infusion" treatment so I won't be giving you your "shot" today. It's company policy and I don't want to get written up again this week. My mom and pop own this place so I won't exactly lose my job for making a ruckus like we did but I'm a horrid liar. I don't want to get caught in another one to them. If you needed it or paid for it, I totally would fill you to the brim though, you sexy stallion~"

Mitch's eyes seemed to well up, on the verge of tears. How could someone so passionately making love to him that teased him for an entire afternoon be so cold?!

Honney took one look at the stallion's face and stuttered, "Y-you haven't let me finish! Here's my personal business card." Honney retrieved a small notecard from the drawer of the medical supplies in the corner of the room before handing it over to the dejected horse. "If you ever find yourself suffering from another case of 'cock fever', I'll have to make a house call just for you. Free of charge too."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!" Mitch squealed in excitement, gathering his belongings and trotting to the door.

"Buuuuuuuut," Honney interrupted, "I have one request. Keep this gown and wear it whenever you call. I don't want any distractions and I love how form fitting it is hehehe."

"Will do, sir!" the horse happily replied before changing out of the gown and into his regular clothes before dropping the gown in his bag, Honney scribbling on a sheet of prescription paper all the while.

"Last thing, Mitch." Honney patted his equine patient on the back, "here's your prescription for some antipyretics.

Mitch pouted and stormed out of the room, hooves stomping all the way to his car. Once in the driver seat, he pulled out the business card the bull doctor gave him before a smile overtook his pouty face.

Boy did he have a story for Keith.