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I am, I suppose, what you might call a slut. That's not something I'm ashamed of - I'm young and have a solid sex drive. Well, 'solid' is probably an understatement. But this isn't the Second Crusade, after all. I'm Jack. I'm a mule. You probably know of me already, if you're reading this. After a rough childhood, and with help from some very special friends, I came to terms with who and what I am and stopped running from it. Therapy helped a lot, of course. I'm 20 now, living in Villona with a bunch of housemates.

I'm also probably the fruitiest mule you'll ever meet. I've been described as the definition of 'scruffy twink,' and honestly, I've grown into that. Living in a house full of other open-minded queers really helps! It's fairly commonplace for me to get home and find a variety of things going on, from someone masturbating on the couch to full-blown sex parties. I take part in the group activities, occasionally. But mostly I'm much more interested in one-on-one activities. Sometimes two-on-one, but that's another story.

*

I met him on a Friday. One of my housemates talked me into making a profile on a gay dating site - I was a bit apprehensive at first, but it was good fun. I was swiping through the local like-minded people, with my search focused on Equids like myself. There was the usual array of muscle-bound drafter boys, twinky pony-types, girly thoroughbreds with unicorn horns, and even a donkey or two. A few caught my eye, and I sent out a few messages. I'd never come across another mule, and in time I'd stopped expecting to see any. I'd been swiping for a couple of hours, laying on my bed naked with - unsusprisingly - my dick in my hand. I was just about to find something hot to cum over and call it a night. But then, just as my eyes were glazing over, I stumbled across a new member. My phone buzzed, and his profile lit up. It was brand new. Added that very moment. Artemis, 23, the profile read.

The photos took a while to load, but the description was eloquent, and far-removed from the usual fuckboy narrative. My ears perked. He was a hybrid. A... a Hotter? Was he joking? Was an Equid-otter hybrid even possible?

Then his photos loaded, and my jaw dropped. He was stunning. The gentle face of a classically handsome, ebony-pelted Equid, with the small, rounded ears, whiskers, and oily, slick fur texture of an otter. He had sharp incisors like an otter's, which gave his smile an adorable impish quality. His thick, equine fingers were slightly webbed, but by far his most notable 'otter' feature was his tail. It suited him perfectly, to the extent that Artemis would've looked strange with an equine tail.

Eagerly, I swiped through his photos, as they became more and more risqué. His fur was as fine as sable, as plush as mink, more so the further down his torso it went. His belly was smooth, perhaps a little soft, but it was what came below that, that stole my breath. I was already hard, but the sight of Artemis' more intimate photos caused precum to surge forth and splatter my belly as my cock flared, hard.

He was hung better than any draft stallion I'd ever known, and it was beautiful.

This hybrid's penis was carved from obsidian, it seemed. A small patch of pink graced the top of his inner shaft, but other than that it was an artistic study of the deepest, inky blacks, glistening in what seemed to be professional studio lights. His thick root led my eye to his plump medial ring, and further, along his delicately tapered shaft, which blossomed into the most beautiful flare I'd ever seen.

I flexed my cock, tightening the muscle at its base that all Equids have, causing it to tense and surge - if I'd been standing, or on all fours, it would've sailed up to slap my belly. Precum spilled forth and pooled in my belly button. I needed to meet this guy.

Shakily, I scrolled down, and sent him a message.

Hey! You're stunning, I've never seen anyone like you. Would you be interested to meet with a dorky mule boy?

There was a momentary pause. I wasn't expecting a reply - no one as pretty as that would be interested in a scruff like me, surely. My hand found its way back to my cock, and I idly toyed with my medial ring while staring at the magnificent dick pic on Artemis' profile. Mine is, I think, nothing special. My flare's pretty broad, flat-tipped and almost three times the width of my shaft. My glans is also half-black, half pink, something I'm told is unusual and distinctive. But you know... in a world full of Equids, a below-average, skinny muledick is nothing to shout about. Especially when you don't cum as much as most people expect you to, and what you do produce is thin and watery. Y'know. Mule. Infertile. Good thing I'm gay, right? My ears pricked forward as my phone buzzed. Was it...? Yes! It was him!

Hello. You're very handsome. I have never met a mule. You're a hybrid, like me!

Was I? I supposed I was. A hybrid, that is.

Please, I would love to meet! Tonight, if possible. We must be discreet.

Double messaging. Poor guy must've been pent up. I wondered momentarily what his situation was, that he seemed so eager, and in need of secrecy. Surely a stud like him would have no trouble finding partners.

Alright! I replied; You can come to my place, if you'd like. Or I can come to yours...

My home would be preferable, Artemis responded, with barely a pause. If I leave for any length of time, it will be noticed, and I do not own a vehicle. May I call you?

I sent Artemis my number, and ten seconds later my phone rang.

"Hey!"

"Hello Jack."

"I wasn't expecting this to escalate so quick! So uh... your place, huh?"

"Yes, please - I don't want to frighten you, but please don't announce your presence! My... family... aren't aware of my interests, you understand?"

He spoke softly, as though he was whispering, and he had a musical, lilting accent I'd never heard before. His voice was like honey.

"I understand better than you know, Artemis," I replied, solemnly.

He paused.

"Where do you live?" I prompted.

"You are from Villona, yes? Do you know the Aering-Riffolk Estate?"

I nearly dropped my phone. The Aering-Riffolk Estate was a vast complex of buildings, almost a small village unto itself, nestled in the foothills to the east of Villona. Its owners, a family of fabulously wealthy oligarchs of the same name, were equally well-known.

"I... you're... I'm j-just... you're way outta my league, Artemis! Are you sure you want to meet me?"

Artemis paused, and then chuckled down the phone. "No no, Jack, I am not, I assure you. I live on the estate, but it is...complicated. Do not feel you are not enough in any way. You are exactly what I need. I shall send you the exact address - please, come as you are, as soon as you can, and ring me when you are close by. I shall assist you to enter."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing, and after our call ended, anxiety bloomed in my chest and even killed my erection. That was quite a feat. The Aering-Riffolk family were involved heavily in the aerospace industry, and ostensibly that was where their enormous wealth came from. But almost everyone knew there were other, darker activities that took place behind closed doors. Politics, blackmail, even trafficking. The accusations came and went, and nothing ever stuck.

Was Artemis one of them? Involved in some dark underworld, isolated from 'normal' folks in his nimbus of wealth? The cynical, frightened part of my mind assumed just that; he was contacting people on dating sites perhaps to find a plaything, some pet to string along, ultimately to be discarded when the novelty wore off.

I nearly didn't go.

But I did. There was something genuine in Artemis' voice, something vulnerable and urgent and desperate. Five minutes later, his profile had disappeared from the dating site.

*

Villona is a big city; it's a regional capital, with a population of just over a million. So it wasn't one of those quaint 'Oh, I live just around the corner!' moments. It took me forty minutes driving across town before I was anywhere near the address Artemis had texted me. It was right on the fringe of the Aering-Riffolk Estate. I parked my car and walked the last few hundred yards, as he'd instructed me. On my left was a high, sheer wall; the edge of the Estate itself.

"Jack?"

He was clad in a black silken robe; if he hadn't moved or spoken, I would've walked right past him. He seemed to melt out of the shadows, and my heart skipped a beat.

"F-fuck!" I brayed. "You scared me!"

There was that honey-like chuckle again. It was certainly him. He was taller than I thought he'd be, and there was a solidity to his presence, even in the darkness. "I am sorry. I did not mean to! Please, come inside."

He reached out and took my hand in his own to lead me along. I followed like a puppy. He urged me to be silent, and led me into the Estate through an iron gate to which he had a key, past a guardhouse. There was a young stallion sitting inside it in a uniform, and Artemis waved to him as he led me past. The guard grinned, and tilted his cap.

"He is good to me," Artemis chuckled. "If my... ahh... family knew of half of the things I get up to beneath their noses, they would never allow me out of their sight again."

I paused, yanking back on his hand momentarily. I opened my mouth, framing a question, but he cut me off.

"Come on, please! We must get inside."

He pulled me onward. The hybrid lived in a small, but luxurious apartment built right against the inside of the wall of the Estate. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, even before Artemis could turn on a light, the floodgates opened. I was scared, confused and excited, in equal measure.

"Artemis, what's going on? Why all the secrecy? Why would you want me to come to you here? This feels so strange, like I'm not meant to be here, I..."

My squeaky brays trailed off into silence the moment I felt Artemis' broad, warm, soft hands slide up over my shoulders, and higher to cup my cheeks. His body pressed gently to my own. His breathing was shallow and shaky, I noticed, as if he was even more nervous than I was. He didn't reply. He didn't need to. I could feel the warm swell of his cock between us as it emerged from his sheath, and mine was only moments behind, forging a path uncomfortably down the leg of my jeans. Tentatively, I reached for him, and my hands slid along the silk of his robe, finding his hips. I tilted my head up to meet his eyes in the darkness, and our muzzles touched, a delicate brush of whiskers.

"Jack... Do not be afraid. There is no danger. I am relieved that you came. I... I need this. I need you. More than I can say..."

That did it. He meant it. He was genuine. I had no answers for any of my anxieties, but I no longer cared. My hands moved between our bodies, and found the silk sash that held his robe closed. It fell away with only a gentle tug, and my hands slipped within to caress his incredible pelt. It was dense, and while it looked like it should have been oily in his photos, it was anything but. It was like sable, impossibly soft, deep and luxurious. I just wanted to touch it forever. My hands slid around his waist, exploring him. I could feel his cock nestled between my thighs, fully dropped from his sheath. It felt even bigger than his photos had made it look, and when I felt it flex, I reached for it, while my other hand made its way slowly up the valley of his spine.

Something seemed to click in his mind as my hand moved down his belly, and he abruptly, shakily even, began to fumble with my clothes. This... god of a creature, this stunning, transcendent stud, was displaying the fumbling inexperience of a first-timer.

"C-can I call you Arty?" I asked, breathily, seeking to de-fuse the moment just a touch.

He mumbled a low 'mmhm,' and seemed to refocus. He took a deep breath, and exhaled it across my nostrils. I breathed him in deeply, and allowed my fingers to continue their journey down Artemis' body. His belly twitched as I went, a flutter of a muscle here and there. It was distinctly equine, and reassuring. His hands resumed tugging at my clothing, and I assisted him to unbutton my jeans and unzip my hoodie. Given that he was wearing nothing but that silken robe, I felt both horribly underdressed, and overdressed all at once. He'd be naked with little more than a shrug, and there was me, swaddled in layers of department store clothing that, in a setting as rich as this, had all the appeal of a hessian sack.

At the moment my hand came into contact with Artemis' penis, he was a little hunched over, attempting to shove my jeans down my thighs without catching them on anything sensitive. My fingertips brushed the smooth, leathery folds of his root, and then trailed down until they bumped his medial ring. Arty sucked in a sharp breath. His penis sailed upward, violently slapping against his belly and sending a messy streak of precum splattering up my chest. He grunted, every muscle in his body tense and quivering for a long moment, his cock jutting stiffly up and staring me right in the face, fully flared and quivering. The moment passed slowly, and it flagged, drooping down between us once again.

"You seem even more excited than I am," I whispered. I was completely flared in my boxers, my own cock tenting them out lewdly in front of me.

"I... I... apologise, Jack, it has... it has been a long time since I... ejaculated."

The way he pronounced 'ejaculated' was awkward, as though he rolled the word around before spitting it out.

"Oh really?" I grinned, stepping up to him and resting my hands on his hips. His cock bumped and brushed between my bare legs again. "How long?"

"Four months," he replied, heavily.

My grin disappeared, and I just stared at him in the darkness. My eyes had accustomed to it enough that I could make out most of his features by then; the subtle glint of his eyes, the twitch of his otter-like whiskers, and the flickering of his ears.

"I... how? How do you even last that long? I can barely last a day!"

"If I had my way, I would cum every day also, believe me! This is why I need you so badly but... I want to... do it properly, you know? I do not want to have accident all over you before we even begin!"

"Arty, no one could be disappointed if you're quick the first time you cum in four months. How about you take me to bed, stud? That'd be a good start."

I sought Artemis' hand, and as he led me through his apartment to his bedroom, I left a trail of my remaining clothes behind me. Surely, I'd wake up soon in a puddle of my own cum and realise this was a dream... In Artemis' bedroom, gauze curtains covered a wide, full-height window that opened onto a small balcony, overlooking the street on the outside of the Estate. Somewhere deep in my horny brain, I registered that there were steel bars over the balcony. But I was utterly transfixed by the sheer beauty of the creature who stood before me, his every curve, crease and swell highlighted by the soft orange glow of the street lights outside. He rolled his shoulders, and the black silk robe slid like liquid off of his body.

I couldn't get enough of him. To stop looking at him would've been a travesty, like turning away from a sunrise. It took me quite some time to realise that his eyes were all over me in just the same way. Me. I'm like a fucking hedge, by comparison. But the way Artemis looked at me... I don't exactly know how long we just stood there, two Equids, two hybrids, with virtually nothing in common besides those two factors, just... staring. Drinking in the other's presence. It was my cock, of course, which broke the spell. Almost without any conscious thought, I bellyslapped. It was a distinctive, meaty whack, and it descended slowly, bobbing heavily and dripping.

Artemis giggled. It was the most adorable sound I've ever heard. Halfway between a whinny and a chitter, with all the best qualities of both. And then he returned fire. He flexed, sending that incredible spire of stallionflesh careering upward to meet his tummy, far more gently and more deliberately than I had. He held it there, and my mouth watered at the sight of his glans blossoming into a flare, almost in slow-motion. When it descended, the heads of our respective cocks were only inches apart.

I'm not a dominant guy, sexually, not at all. But I had a moment. This delicious creature was all but begging for me to give him some kind of release. Four months. Four fucking months?! I'd heard of guys sitting on their hands and struggling through one month of abstinence for a dare, but four? Even as I worked up the courage to make a move, he did it for me. He stepped forward, pressing his body tightly against mine. Our cocks were sandwiched up between us, and his lips found mine in a tender, heated kiss. I looped my arm around his neck, and ground heavily up against him. His hand found my backside, and firmly kneaded one of my cheeks. The other came to rest on the back of my neck, and with no preamble or doubt, he simply fell backwards, taking me with him. His sheets were silk, covering a mattress that felt like it was filled with clouds, it was so soft. He sank back into it with me atop him, his mane spilling around his face and shoulders like ink droplets falling into clean water. I landed on my knees over him, gazing down into his eyes.

Once again I reached for his penis, and Artemis grabbed my wrist. "I..."

"Arty, you need to get off. D-don't worry if it's quick. I'm often a hair trigger too. I like it. Don't worry."

And then he released my wrist, his chest rising and falling rapidly with deep, needy breaths. My cock was brushing along his belly. I flexed again, sending it up against my belly with another meaty slap, and a spray of precum that peppered his tail and balls. Arty giggled again, and I could have sworn I felt him squirm beneath me. Very gently, barely touching him at all, my fingers brushed along the underside of his penis. It was resting up along his belly, suspended a half inch over his pelt by the sheer force of his erection. His flare was fully engorged, and unlike mine, which comes and goes pretty much on-command with a flex or a stroke, Arty's remained constant. It was so swollen the skin shone with tautness, a velvety dryness that was cut through by a rivulet of precum that oozed and pooled in his ebony pelt. He was like an exquisite artistic study in texture. He trembled and moaned when I touched him, and his cock jumped upward against my fingers. I had to feel it against mine.

Shuffling into position over him, I let my penis rest alongside his own for a moment, taking my time to let him figure out what I was going to do, and to adjust to it. I didn't want to overload the poor creature, and for his part, Arty seemed content for the moment to let me explore him.

"This is different," he said, breathlessly. "This is nice. You, Jack, are so nice... you are gentle..."

His lilting words reassured me that I was on the right track. And his need for delicacy fit perfectly with my fetish for it. I moved upward and to the side just a little, so that my penis laid along the top of Arty's, with our tips aligned. The feeling of his warmth against my own was divine, and I couldn't help but roll my hips gently, sliding those two lengths of Equid flesh alongside one another. It was barely any movement at all, but it sent Arty into exultant shivers. Precum spritzed forth from his achingly swollen member, and I captured it in my hand. Feeling his warmth jetting into my palm was one of the hottest things I can remember ever happening to me - strange how the mind holds onto those curiously specific things, isn't it? Gently, I brought my hand down, slick with the hybrid's precum, until it met our flares. At first I just touched them, just resting my hand over the burning hot, taut flesh of Arty's tip. I could feel his heartbeat through it, and subtly moved my thumb in a lazy circle around my own. Just for a little extra sensation - it wasn't like I was going to lose interest, not in this situation, but I couldn't resist. This was just incredible - a slow-burn, seemingly slow-motion sexual encounter where the slightest motion could set him off. I could feel precum welling up out of Arty's cock through my fingers, and gave the gentlest little squeeze to his aching flare every now and then. His hands came up to rest on my buttocks, and I flagged my tail, nuzzling warmly into his graceful neck and grasping at his pelt with my lips.

"You are so hot," Arty murmured.

My ears pricked forward, and I couldn't suppress a giggle. "You haven't seen me with the lights on, yet!"

"I hardly need to! I can feel you. Sense you. Jack... You're the first man I've brought here who didn't immediately want me to fuck him, or fuck me. There is so much more to sex than that, isn't there?"

"Clearly you've been inviting the wrong guys over. I was fully expecting you to be a complete top, I have to admit."

It felt a little strange to be having such a conversation with him, while our cocks brushed and slid alongside each other and my hand delicately massaged his gorgeous flare. But it felt... right, at the same time. It was exhilarating. As the hyper-sensitivity of his extreme arousal began to subside somewhat, Artemis softly brushed my hand aside, and replaced it with his own. I shuddered and hunched over him, my tail flagging. His palm was warm and dry, and I firmly shoved my tip into it, flexing hard to make my glans flare. He seemed to really like that. His fingers closed around it, and he squeezed tightly.

"I can't wait to see how much you're going to cum..." I breathed, right against one of those adorable little otter-like ears.

Artemis shivered beneath me, and his hand deftly covered both of our flared tips, grinding and mashing them lewdly together in a squishy, squelching medley of hybrid precum. A soft, shaky "ohh" left his lips, and he shuddered in pleasure beneath me. Our lips met again, another flurry of brief, gentle kisses, while my hand made its way down to our medial rings, squeezing out hot, hard cocks together. And then I felt his hands move, one to my butt and the other to my shoulder, and could sense what was coming. He flipped me over easily, and I squeaked in delight as he moved over on top of me.

"Can I make you ejaculate first, Jack? It has been so long since I saw an Equid cum... Please tell me that you will not lose interest after the first climax!" His sharp teeth gleamed in the dim light with his smile.

"Oh my gosh, n-no, I d-definitely won't! I was um... edging, b-before your profile came up earlier... it won't take much..."

Artemis' hand closed around my medial ring, and he lifted my seven rigid inches of muledick to point right up at him. It looked so much smaller beside his own, and I reached for his in return. I guessed he must've been at least ten inches. He allowed me to touch it just for a moment, and then drew himself back, shuffling down my body and bringing his muzzle level with my penis. But he didn't plunge his muzzle down onto me right away, as I was half-expecting him to. Instead, he began a series of delicate, feathery kisses all around my flare. Worshipping my cock with his lips, and his hand. My eyes rolled back in my skull in sheer pleasure. He milked me slowly, twisting his grip lightly around me and pumping my medial, occasionally pulling firmly back on it and circling his tongue around the sensitive crenelations at the ridge of my flared glans. Each time he did, a messy splatter of precum issued forth, coating his lips in my thin, slippery lubricant. He seemed to relish that, and tried to make it happen more and more often.

"You precum a lot, Jack... that is so, so hot. I love the way it sprays out."

"Nnnh... Gods, Arty... Th-this is... no one has ever...ah!"

I never got to finish that sentence. I don't know how I would've. In that moment, Artemis' lips sealed around the edge of my glans, and he ground his tongue wetly around the flat, engorged tip, giving my medial ring a series of quick, shallow strokes. My balls clenched, and my hand found its way to his mane, curling through his silky locks and holding him steady.

"I'm gonna..."

He chittered ecstatically, and circled his tongue a few more times around my flare - and then plunged his muzzle down onto me. His lips bumped his hand, and I was engulfed in the hot, wet suction of his muzzle. My brain went into meltdown, and I climaxed instantly. He drew himself up and off of it, stroking it wetly with his hand and nuzzling my flare breathlessly, while my watery, messy load splattered weakly all over his gorgeous face.

Even before I'd finished, Arty surged up over me. His cock looked like it was going to literally burst, and he urgently demanded that I touch it. His fuse had been lit, and he was edging entirely hands-free. Over me. It was so, so stiff. I wanted nothing more than to bow down before it, feel it slide and rub and press and grind all over me. Into me. But I only had time to touch it with my hands, and with my body. He shook and trembled and convulsed over me as my hands found purchase on that godly fuckstick. I touched him with pure, unbridled desire. Up and down his thick, tapered shaft, down over his medial and up to bump and twist against the back of that taut, domed flare. Artemis braced himself against the headboard, his spine arched and that thick tail of his flagged high. And thrust.

The sheer power in those hips took me by surprise. He was like a pile-driver. He rammed that aching horsecock through my shaky grip with such virility, such an urgent, desperate need to cum, and I was utterly hooked on him. I'd have done anything for him in that moment.

And then he came, on the third thrust.

A torrent of cum launched from his gaping urethra, soaking my chest even before the first proper spurt, which blasted my chin, spraying off in all directions. And then another, and another jet followed, with barely a break between them, just a slowing of the flood. I have never seen any anthro cum so much, not even in cum-fetish porn. It just kept coming. I wasn't exactly counting, but it must've been at least a dozen of those incredible jets, each one of which would put most stallions' first spurt to shame. My hands massaged and milked his glorious rod throughout, and he grunted, convulsed and shuddered over me, emptying four months' worth of pent-up seed onto my body, painting me like a Jackson Pollock canvas.

I just lay there in shock and awe, long after his orgasm tapered off. I was raging hard again, my cock bumping and brushing up against the back of Arty's thighs.

"Jack? Are you alright?"

I started, and licked a thick layer of cum from my lips.

"I... yes? Th-that was unbelievable, I've never seen anything like that!"

Artemis giggled, and flopped over onto his back beside me. His cock, still mostly erect, drooled cum onto the sheets between us. "Mm, do not worry, the second and third loads will be...a little smaller. I just needed to break that dry spell first, you know?"

"I... do you have a towel or something? I'd usually be keen to like, eat all this cum but there's just so much of it, and I don't wanna fuck up your sheets!"

Arty leaned in to lick some of his own seed from my cheek and muzzle, and then kissed my lips, delicately. From a drawer beside his bed, he produced a clean, white towel, and tenderly cleansed the bulk of his creamy offering from my chest and belly.

"Mm, you are still hard," he commented, gently curling his hand around my cock again and gently stroking it.

"Uh huh. It's like... my superpower!" I grinned.

He giggled, and shuffled in close to pull my body against his own, encircling me in his arms. Oh, that fur against my bare pelt! His warmth, his strength... I flexed, slapping my cock against the arm that was around my waist, and he deftly captured it in his other hand, firmly squeezing and wringing my glans in his palm. The borderline-overstim caused me to hunch and bray into his pillow, thrusting my flare weakly into his grip and spritzing his sheets with precum.

"Superpower, indeed," Arty giggled, spooning up behind me.

He was still hard, as well, although calmly, and much more comfortably so than he had been.

"So... I don't wanna like, break the mood or anything but... what's with all the secrecy? Am I allowed to ask that, yet?" I spoke quietly, trailing my fingertips delicately along his forearm as I did.

He nuzzled in over my neck tenderly, and left a trail of kisses along my shoulder.

"It's... complicated. And not very pleasant. Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yes."

He sighed.

"I am... not meant to exist. My mother is a high-ranking official in a particular government. My sire... uh... is someone very high up in a different government. I cannot say whom. I was born from an affair that should not have happened, during a serious diplomatic dispute in which my family - the Aering-Riffolks - were deeply involved. My birth could have toppled years of careful political manoeuvring. No one even thought a stallion and an otter could produce offspring. Clearly I was a thorn in the side of two separate governments, and needed to be... eliminated. The Aering-Riffolks disagreed, and saw me as future political leverage. With... some added bonuses. Are you... should I keep going?"

I processed all of that for a moment. A political pawn. At length, I nodded, and squeezed his arm.

Artemis sighed. "A few... very um... morally unscrupulous people who have an association with my 'family,' are involved in the field of hybrid genetics. Functionally, they assist wealthy families to have 'designer' offspring. In parts of Enothrond, and even in Ithenor, it is possible to custom order genetic material. And because I am such a unique mix of species, I am... ahh... a donor, shall we say?"

My ears perked, and I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. "What kind of donor?"

"Sperm."

"But you..."

"At first, it seemed like great fun," he continued. "A young boy with the libido of a stallion, able to sell his emissions for actual money? Dream come true. But the authorities clamped down on the market quickly, on moral and ethical grounds. I understand why. But that meant my sperm was suddenly only able to be sold on the black market. And that drove the price up. Which meant that prospective buyers require... certain guarantees as to the viability of my sperm."

"Oh I think I can attest to the viability of your sperm," I giggled, reaching back to fondle his balls. He'd retreated into his sheath by that point, but my touch caused his prepuce to swell against my butt again.

"Nnnh... Y-yes... but... it is not fun. The buyers... they demand celibacy. I am bound by certain contracts never to ejaculate unless it is for a pre-arranged sale. As the authorities clamp down, those sales are fewer and fewer, and more and more demanding and valuable."

"Ohh, th-that... does sound problematic?"

"Very," Arty confirmed. "It is common for me to be 'obliged' to abstain for up to six months between ejaculations, if no sales are present."

"Can't you just... I mean it's a renewable resource, isn't it? Couldn't you even like, cum in a jar and freeze it?"

"You would think so, no? Apparently not. My family," he almost spat out the word every time he uttered it - his distaste was obvious, "demand that I abstain in order to achieve maximum sperm concentration, and therefore sale price. And their clients will only accept fresh, not frozen, product."

"So what you're saying is... you just... painted me with a whole lotta money? How much are we talking?"

"About a million dollars, for an average-weight load," Arty grinned, deviously.

My heart fluttered. These oligarchs would be more than willing to kill for that sort of money. But I couldn't be scared. What proof could they possibly have? In spite of my churning emotions over those revelations, the thought of Arty being so pent up all the time, marketing his sperm to anonymous foreign buyers, earning millions by fucking a collection vessel... I was hard as a rock. His fingers found it, and played with it. I snorted happily, lipping at his cheek over my shoulder, and perked my butt back into his groin. The feeling of him hardening against me was priceless. Another of those specific things that just gets me, every time.

"So... since you've already painted me with your 24-carat nut-juice, how about you fill me up with it too?" I giggled.

"You read my mind... your ass feels so cute and tight..."

He ground roughly against me, his shaft swelling rapidly to full erection. His breath against my shoulder was shaky and erratic, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock as it slid along my exposed hole.

"Did you... you know... prepare?" he murmured.

"Of course..."

"I don't know why I even needed to ask..." he chittered, good-naturedly.

"I just... go easy at first, p-please? You're... pretty big..."

Arty just whickered in my ear, a soft susurration of breath loaded with desire, and punctuated by a firm flex of his rigid pole in my cleft. He rolled away momentarily, and I heard the familiar snap of a tube being uncapped. Gods, he was actually going to fuck me. My cock strained, flaring broadly almost without any stimulation, and I swallowed heavily, waiting for him. I didn't have long to wait. His lube carried a strong aroma of patchouli and some citrusy zest.

"This might feel odd... it's warming lube," he murmured. "It will help you to relax. So I don't need to go too easy."

I wasn't sure if he said that to tease me, or if he was being serious. I found out pretty quickly, though.

The blunt, spongy head of Artemis' penis kissed my ring delicately at first. I flagged my tail almost automatically, and perked my ass out for him.

"Mm. Roll over onto your tummy, Jack."

Oh fuck. Ohhhh fuck.

Did I nearly cum just from that? From the anticipation?

There was no 'nearly' about it.

I convulsed, a spasm of sheer pleasure rippling through my body. My cock flexed hard, slapping wetly against my tummy and holding there. I rocked my hips, grinding my flare along my belly, and gave a donkeyish squeal as my second load of the evening splattered pathetically onto those luxurious silken sheets.

His hand surrounded me in an instant, cupping my glans and twisting it like a stubborn bottle cap. The friction, the pressure, was incredible, and the way he seemed to absolutely feed on my uncontrollable lust. My thin, watery cum spritzed through his thick fingers, and almost without realising he'd done so, the next thing I knew he was inside me. My pucker spasmed and clenched behind his glans as it popped into me, and a slow, firm flex of his hips drove Artemis into my guts all the way to his medial ring in one smooth motion. Fresh out of my second orgasm of the night, I was in another dimension.

He could've done anything to me in that moment, and I would've just stuck my ass out and taken it.

Gently, he rolled me over onto my knees, with my chest pressed down into his mattress and my arms up over his pillow. I spread my thighs, tail flagged up over my back, and rolled back onto him. He pushed forward, and I responded by pushing back over his medial ring, right to his base, and clenching. He hardly needed the warming lube. Post-orgasm I was like a rag-doll, a warm, welcoming vessel for hybrid sperm collection.

"Nngh... J-Jack... Oh, oh my goodness..." Arty murmured, falling forward onto his hands over my back.

His breathing was heavy and laboured, and his hips drew back, just a short way, before grinding roughly inward again. I brayed quietly in pleasure, and grabbed onto one of his wrists. I tilted my head, and peppered his fingers with sultry, urgent little kisses. His fingers tasted like my cum, and mixed with the spicy aroma of his lube, and the general masculine scent of him, it was better than anything illicit I could've ever come across.

He paid his due diligence, waiting until I was relaxed and comfortable with his girth splitting me open, his length plumbing my depths. I could feel his heartbeat ten inches inside me, and when I looked down beneath myself, I could see a bump in my belly where none had been before. It disappeared when he pulled back, and reappeared with every inward thrust.

Gradually, he wound up the pace and the force of his thrusts. Like a true stud, within a minute he was a snorting, sweating beast, bucking his hips and pile-driving that divine rod into my guts. Precum flowed into me, mixing with his lube and making it even easier for him to bury himself. His head hung down over my shoulder, drool matting my pelt, and his breathing heavy and ragged. I turned to him, and lifted one hand up to grab a handful of his mane.

"Fuck me like you mean it, stud."

The noise he made was unlike anything I'd ever heard before. It was somewhere between a whinny, a growl and a snort. And there was only one thing it could've meant. Yes!

He drew back almost halfway, his medial ring catching on my sphincter, and then rammed hard into me with a shudder and an explosive grunt. I felt his flare blossom inside me, stretching me open in ways no one had ever done before. He pulled back and thrust again. And again. The same urgent, desperate thrusts he'd given my hands only half an hour before, now fully engulfed within my willing body. I couldn't help it. My cock swayed and swung beneath me, and I flexed it, clenching around him and slapping my aching cock against my belly, over and over. When he thrust into me, I slapped my cock against his cock, separated by my skinny abdominals. My flare was so engorged it stung a little, the skin stretched so taut. Artemis' hand groped around underneath me until he found it, and did yet again what he seemed to love so much. He adored my cock, it seemed. And that made it all the hotter. His hand expertly tweaked and kneaded my flare, lubricating the dried-out skin with my own precum.

I came again within seconds. I couldn't control it even if I'd wanted to, and I think I probably would've cum even without him jerking me off. I bucked forward, thrusting my cock along my belly and into Artemis' slick palm, depositing my third load of infertile mule-cum into his hand. The flutters of my orgasm set him off too.

Three more of those eager, urgent thrusts, and Artemis lost it. He hammered his hips into mine, scrabbling for purchase on his slippery, silken sheets, and letting out a bestial squeal of lust. I could feel every throb, every contraction of his god-like cock deep inside me, and the flood of heat that accompanied his ejaculation. He stayed very still, breathing hard and resting his full weight on my upturned hips as his orgasm faded. As he slid gently, slowly back out of me with a lewd pop, and collapsed on the bed beside me, he blinked rapidly a few times, and seemed to come back to his senses.

"Jack? Are... are you alright? I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to, I just... you felt so good, I just lost it... Oh gods, please tell me you're..."

"Arty! Arty, fuck, slow down! Hey!"

I crawled over him, and cupped his cheeks in my hands, gazing down into his eyes, which were full of worry. I kissed him, full on the lips, for a long minute. My backside was sore, stinging gently and I could feel his cum oozing out of me. But it was the best possible sting.

"That," I said, quietly, between kisses, "was the most incredible sex I've ever had. You're incredible."

His eyes widened, and he hugged tightly around my skinny frame, eliciting a bray of protest as the sudden squeeze caused cum to squirt out of me with an embarrassing noise.

"You're... not mad? I got very rough there," he said, meekly.

"Are you kidding me? I never knew how much I needed to be fucked like that!"

*

What followed was nothing short of perfection, to me. We laiud there on his rumpled, cum-stained sheets, sweaty and - for the time being - drained. Just holding each other, kissing and touching and sharing banal little stories. I don't remember falling asleep. But the next thing I remember is Arty gently shaking me awake.

I rolled over away from him reluctantly, and smacked my lips. You know the feeling - when you've fallen asleep without brushing your teeth, and wake up with landfill-mouth. My pelt was utterly matted with sweat, cum and lube. My ass ached. My balls felt like shrivelled little prunes. But, in spite of everything, my cock was hard as iron. Artemis giggled at the sight of it, and kissed all over my face, gently surrounding it with his hand and brushing my glans along his thigh.

"You have a strong libido, Jack," he murmured.

"So do you..."

His was hardening rapidly, and he rolled towards me, bringing our shafts together and idly toying with them in one hand. Outside, the sky was brightening.

"What time is it?" I asked.

He looked remorseful. "It is five-fifteen. I... I am truly sorry, Jack. I should not have fallen asleep. I... must ask that you leave, before anyone awakens in the Estate."

I cupped his cheek, and kissed him.

"Will I see you again?"

I almost didn't want to know the answer.

But to my delight, he nodded almost instantly, and enfolded me in a hug that felt more genuine than any I'd ever received in my life to that moment.

"Of course. We must remain discreet. But if you are willing to do this again, maybe not tonight, but tomorrow night?"

"You got yourself a date, stud!" I grinned, giddy with relief.

*

I gathered my clothes, and dressed quickly. I didn't linger. I could see Arty's anxiety rising the brighter the sky became. He hurriedly walked me out through the expansive grounds of the Estate, past the guardhouse where the same young stallion still sat - fast asleep.

He kissed me once more just inside the iron gate, and we bade our farewells in silence.

I walked stiff-legged back to my car, wincing at the sting under my tail, but glowing in a way I never had before. I guess having a million bucks up your ass'll do that!