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00:16pm

He was late tonight, at least by his standards. Niir would always hear his key firmly yet smoothly slide into the brass-gold lock, and the front door's handle would always be shunted firmly downwards as the Felkin's step-father entered the house. The door clicked shut. keys clattered in their designated bowl that was placed upon a stand by the front door, and a soft exhale was heard to echo up the stairwell and into the Felkin's open doorway...

Fathers home.

Niir blinked the sleep from his cyan blue eyes -- closing them as he yawned, stretching as he did so -- before he sat up, discarded his bed sheet from his lithe body, and turned himself so his legs hung out of bed with his feet touching the floor. His charcoal grey fingers ran through his strip of hair that nestled between his off-white horns (and, by extension, his baby blue ears) before he pushed himself out of bed. Niir left his bedroom and crossed the hallway quietly to enter the bathroom, sticking to his usual nightly routine as he turned the hot water on in the shower: Father gets home, shower goes on, tea gets made, and then back to bed. The routine appeared to bug the Felkin though: it never once changed, and if Niir didn't turn the shower on, the stallion would always do so; nothing would be said to him in the morning in way of punishment if he didn't turn the shower on, because either way... he would always have his shower, always have his tea, and then he would always go to bed; the events were as predictable as the ticking of his own personal timepiece.

Niir left the bathroom with a towel in hand and turned towards the stairs, knowing he would meet the stallion that he called his 'Dad' as he walked up the corridor. Ready to receive the customary 'Dad's home' cuddle from his step-son, the stallion opened his arms, even going as far as to kneel down for him on occasion. Niir would always linger during these familial embraces though, as he naturally missed seeing him, smelling him, feeling him, and-- you get the picture. His step-father knew of Niir's sexual preferences and inclinations, but the young Felkin had no idea that he was actually giving it away so easily. Of course, Niir was extremely naive to this fact, and would continue acting as such nonetheless.

"Tea will be ready shortly, Dad." Niir said softly, sleepily, arms still slung around his step-father's waist as he breathed in the stallion's scent during their evening cuddle.

"I know, son." He replied softly, kissing the top of Niir's head -- an affectionate signal that their moment of father/son affections had concluded.

Niir nodded before looking up with a sweet little smile, watching his father head towards the bathroom and away from him -- watching in awe even as the stallion removed his worn and stained wife-beater on the way, becoming topless for just a few teasing moments before disappearing past the door frame. Niir let out a soft, infatuated sigh of wanting as the bathroom door was pulled shut with a click, the felkin bringing his knees and soft thighs together to better support him as he lifted his hands to his now crimson-red cheeks, trying in vain to hide his own embarrassment. Mental images coursed through his mind; Niir didn't feel bad at all for being attracted to his step-father, because he was simply that - his step-father. He quickly shook the thoughts from his head though as he heard the stallion begin to hum under the cascading water within the walls of the shower. Niir turned almost on a dime before making his way down the rest of the hallway, then the stairs, through the main thoroughfare, and into the kitchen. He turned the kettle on before leaning against the edge of the kitchen side, his mind beginning to drift once more unto thoughts of his masculine step-father: "Can you imagine it?" his inside voice echoed. "He's up there right now - water pouring over his firm muscles, cascading down in streams over his defined abdominals, and creating rapids over that no-doubt hung, pink and black dappled, soda-can thick appendage... all whilst you're down here brewing him an Earl Grey. Get up there you pussy!" he thought to himself as his lip became ensnared by one of his canines. The lithe-bodied felkin quivered slightly at the thought as his conscious self began to pant over the vivid images flurrying through his mind. His thighs clamped shut just a little harder as he leaned against the kitchen side further for support, feeling the moisture between his thighs spread as his own equine-like tip slipped free of its sheath inside his navy blue PJ bottoms, beginning to ooze pre-seminal fluids from the urethral process at the tip. He could stand it no more. He could barely stand at all, period.

The twinky teenage Felkin emptied the kettle and refilled it with cold water - knowing that it would take the kettle longer to boil this way - before he quickly and quietly padded his way back up those stairs, even going as far as to skip steps just to get to his goal faster. Niir knelt down and crept up the hallway towards the bathroom door on all fours - his furred tail following suit as he slowly pushed it ajar until his step-father's steaming, wet and naked charcoal silhouette came into view. A surge of blood coursed to Niir's groin at the mere sight of his step-fathers form, his shaft rapidly engorging and emerging from its furred home as his knot began to swell within the restricted confines of the sheath it called home. He reached down and into his slack PJ bottoms to slip his sheath back behind his knot, just to relieve the tight pressure as he leaned against the door frame. He got himself comfortable before taking another peak past the door and into the bathroom; this time, he gawked in awe as the equine was squatting slightly, a sponge wiping between thigh-flesh and ball-sack - those heavy nuts being lifted up and out of the way before being dropping heavily under their own weight. Niir's eye-lids peeled back and his mouth hung open in awe as he watched those foal-makers swing, bounce and settle beneath the stallion as the heat from the water caused the flesh of the stud's short white-furred sack to stretch under its own weight. The Felkin let out a small groan in admiration as his dilated pupils fixated upon those breeding organs - his hands both working his shaft and squeezing behind his knot before he realised what he'd done: his step-father stopped cleaning and froze in place before slowly turning towards the bathroom door a few moments later; the felkin was long gone, but the door had been left ajar in his haste - the felkin's only, but fatal mistake.

His little heart was pounding a mile a minute, having already rushed back down those stairs and into the kitchen, trying to settle himself down whilst checking on the kettle at the same time, before pulling his PJ band out in front of him: The inside of his PJ's were as drenched in pre-cum as the fur against his belly was, but thankfully - due to the stress of the situation - his erection had already begun to shrink down and slip back into its home by the time Niir heard the bathroom door open.

"Niir?" The stallion called from the landing, to which the Felkin remained silent - in some way either feigning ignorance, or pretending not to hear. The stallion walked out of the bathroom, wrapped at the waist in the bath towel Nirr had given him before his hooves were heard stomping down the hallway towards the stairs.

"Oh god oh god oh god..." Niir thought in panic as he began to sweat, the kettle pinging just in time. The Felkin tossed a tea bag into the stallion's mug, about to free the kettle from its dock, before:

"Niir, were you upstairs just now..?" The stallion asked, water dripping from his torso, his hands busy retightening the towel fixture as his brow almost audibly furrowed.

"N-no Father, I've been waiting for the kettle to boil: it was out of water and I didn't realise, so I had to use cold, and-- " He lied unconvincingly. Unfortunately for Niir, his lying abilities left a lot to be desired - as the stallion knew well enough by now. The stud circled behind his motionless son as his excuses tailed off.

"Niir. Tell me the truth." The stallion said firmly, his arms crossing over his chest, a frown on his face as he looked over his son from behind him. Niir practically shrank, melting as his step-father-- his daddy stepped behind him; it felt exactly as he imagined it would; a radiant pressure of masculine dominance washing over him, ready to act on any slight against his will.

"I-I-I..."

The stud uncrossed his arms before resting his large hands upon his Niir's shoulders, gently - but firmly - rubbing them as he listened for an answer that would never come. With those slow massaging movements came a similar groan that the stallion had heard from outside the bathroom door - it was then that he was certain.

"If you wanted to get a look, my son, all you had to do was ask." He said softly into his son's pricked ear after lowering his head down to Niir's level. The Felkin's muscles locked up instantly, his freshly massage-softened shoulders becoming rigid with tension once more, and that was when he heard it: *THUD*

The sound was so telling that Niir didn't even have to turn to see what caused the noise: It was the sound of a waterlogged towel hitting the kitchen's black tiled flooring... and the imagery that surged to the forefront of Niir's mind's eye both thrilled and terrified him to his very core.

"Why was he doing this?" Niir thought to himself, incredibly confused as he stood against the kitchen side, his arousal beginning to slip free from its home once more as those damned images flooded back into his mind. But soon, those images were pushed aside as he felt pressure against his rump, coupled with a radiant heat that he simply could not mistake.

"I know you're gay, Niir... and I know that tonight hasn't been the first night that you've wanted to catch a peak. I know that you often wonder why I stay out so late too, and - if you want - I can show you what it is that I do." The stallion spoke softly once again as those hands gently and slowly moved down from the felkin's shoulders. Niir gulped down a wad of saliva to clear the blockage in his throat as he felt those hands continue down from his shoulders - and his back too - before circling round the male's waistline. The stud pressed his cropped and furred front gently against the smaller male's back, that hanging equine flesh resting perfectly between those firm cheeks - thanks to the fact the Niir's tail was unconsciously hanging off to one side in a clear sign of submission. The stud's fingertips danced over the Felkin's smaller and less-developed abs before following the centre line downwards, those hands slipping inside the felkin's waistband before coming into contact with a throbbing and rock hard knotted felkin cock.

"That's something I've loved about Felkin's: you receive the best parts from both horses and dragons, all rolled into one fantastic appendage; you'll be an absolute stud... when you grow up and out of your naughty late teen years." He whispered as one hand gently wrapped around the back of his step-son's knot, the other gently grasping around the shaft's slippery flesh before stroking up and down its length. "My job, son, is to make others feel good... no matter what, no matter who, but all at a cost." He whispered as he gently squeezed behind that knot, causing it to inflate rapidly as his other hand built up a steadily increasing rhythm.

"D-Daddy... F-F-Fu--"

"Soon, my son. Very soon."

The stallion gently released his son's engorged appendage before bringing his hands to either side of Niir's hips - the stud lowering his head to gently kiss and bite at the Felkin's right ear as those hands slipped the felkin's bottoms down; thankfully, they were suited for comfort, and so would drop around Niir's ankles without much effort at all. Niir dropped his head low and closed his eyes, his spine arching inwards on instinct as his tail fully hung off to the side - the Felkin submitting fully and willingly now to the whims of a male much better than he.

Resting his hands upon his son's hips, the stallion gently persuaded the felkin to turn around on the spot - resting his back against the kitchen counter to present him with his still-wet and dripping form. Niir's head was still hung, and as the stallion's white-socked and feathered hooves came into view - surrounded by a large wet towel and a small puddle of water - his head would slowly begin to rise: those bulging work-horse calves greeted his vision before the fleshy tip of his step-father's pink equine cock head came into view around knee level. Niir's mouth was dry from the nervous panting beforehand, and his own arousal couldn't have possibly been more ready to be dealt with, but as Niir's eyes scanned up further, it dawned upon him how truly massive his step-dad was. "That thing is huge!" He thought as his eyes widened - still scanning over every perceivable feature that his father's flesh had to offer.

Niir's knees could support him no longer, and as they gave way, he fell into his father for support. Fearing the pain to come from his knees hitting the floor, Niir winced - but was left surprised to find that he'd been caught by the stud he called his daddy; those strong arms linking under and into the Felkin's armpits like the forks of a commercial pallet truck. But as he opened his eyes, he saw what his nose could already smell; Niir was inches from that subtly twitching, musky, pink and black dappled erection - and all he could do was stare with his maw totally agape.

The stallion held him up for a few more moments to let the realisation sink in before he set him down on his knees into the puddle of cold water on the floor, placing his hands on his hips nonchalantly. Still marvelling over his step-dad's appendage - and wondering why he couldn't have been born as his real son - Niir's hands had already unconsciously gotten to work; he was reaching up towards the head of the eight-foot-something stallion's hanging appendage, one hand tentatively wrapping around the back of the gland as his other gently stroked back and forth over the medial ring near the shafts centre and towards the base of the thick tower of flesh. Coming back down to reality - shaking his head to help cast the fog from his mind - Niir leaned forward with his dry mouth still agape as the stud stood firm overtop of him, watching intently yet proudly. To immerse himself fully in the predicament he'd gotten himself into, the felkin closed his eyes once more as he guided the stallion's soft tip into his mouth; it was unlike anything else he'd ever had previously, and he absolutely loved it: The taste was musky yet the feeling of his father's flesh against his tongue was smooth in places yet textured in others. He gently squeezed behind the stallion's gland, feeling the flesh expand within his mouth before settling back down to its regular size. A shiver travelled down his spine as the sensation of his step-father's hands gently ensnaring his small horns broke his immersion - bringing him back to reality quite quickly as he looked up and into his father's emerald eyes.

"Remember son, no teeth; I know you've got fangs, thanks to the way you smile at me when you see me." He said as he slowly pulled those horns in towards his groin - keeping his son's head steady as he inched his throbbing flesh deeper into his mouth. Niir's eye-lids spread apart from one another as that round of flesh pushed against the back of his throat, the stud's cock tip meeting Niir's opening with some resistance. The stallion's pleasured expression slowly turned to that of quiet frustration as his throbbing erection appeared to make no progress; with a panicked expression now on his son's face, he knew that he'd have to 'put his foot down', so to speak. "Rrff... this ain't goin' in, son..." He grunted, clearly frustrated now as he pushed on his son's horns in an attempt to lower his head and straighten out the felkin's throat. The fingers that once gently grasped at the stud's thighs now dug into the furred muscle as tears began to stream down Niir's cheeks from peeled back eyelids - a look of worry now pasted across his face.

"Mpppf!! Mm-mm; mm-mm!"

"Hey, hush it; just... let... me..."

*POP*

Niir's eyes streamed persistently as the stallion's tip threaded through his restrictive throat's opening and down his neck,forcing a heavy gag from the boys throat as his hands quickly moved from his step-dad's thighs down to his now bulging neck, feeling the head of that semi-rigid pole bulging out and flaring slightly as the stallion rolled his son's head from side to side - adjusting purely for his own comfort, but also to force more cute gagging noises from him. Niir's eyes traced up and over the mountain range that was the stallion's muscular physique to meet with his father's - tears streaming ever more as an awkward yet proud smile crept at the corner of his strained mouth as he slowly managed his gag reflex; his father's mouth hung open in pleasure as he looked down at his son, his look of frustration now turned to pride and euphoria - something that Niir quite clearly took pleasure in.

"That look suits you, son." The stallion spoke softly, even as his half hard erection throbbed inside his son's throat. Holding his gaze, the stallion slowly squatted down, holding his son's head at the horns still as he fed more and more of his shaft into his neck - letting out a short sharp grunt of approval as he watched his son's beautiful eyes begin to roll back inside his skull. The Percheron slowly drew his hips back, his shaft gliding back out until just his tip remained inside his son's throat before he pulled on his son's horns once more, dragging his head slowly but surely towards his musky groin; this time, the stud was sure that those supple felkin lips would feel the ripple of his medial ring pass his lips as more flesh was fed to him. The stud tried his luck and continued to pull on those rigid horns, a full three-quarters of his arousal now inside without any signs of resistance from his son's internals, but all the while feeling those dull claws that Niir moved back into place digging into his thigh muscles harder and harder in a weak attempt at resistance.

"Almost there, son, I promise; you're gonna love this..." He muttered with a sly smirk as he inched deeper, and deeper still, until Niir's damp nose pressed up against - what he would assume to be - the pubic region and velvety soft sheath that would usually house the monstrosity that currently resided within his neck. "Christ alive son... you done this before?" He jested, chuckling to himself as he once more rolled and twisted his son's head from side to side. He watched as his son gargled, letting out moans of displeasure and resistance which would soon subside as the stallion's musk seeped into the felkin's nose and lungs - filling the boy's every sense with nothing but raw, untamed stud. Whilst held in place - acclimating to the stiffening flesh within his neck - Niir's long and prehensile tongue would slowly slip free from between his lower jaw and his step-fathers flesh, following his father's urethral tubing until it found that low hanging sack that he'd once seen but from a distance; his tongue tentatively ensnared those orbs by wrapping around the portion of skin nearest to the studs shaft, gently squeezing and pulling on those foal-makers until he felt that erection contract within his neck - the tip exploding in size halfway down his throat as it flared out inside him.

"A couple more strokes like that, son, and I might let you come up for air." The gentle giant said softly as he waited for his son's tongue to squeeze once more, before continuing to slowly and smoothly draw and push his hips - down then up, down then up. All Niir could do was hold his step-dad's thighs for support, feeling the thigh muscle beneath ripple and flex, contract and expand as that cock more smoothly began to glide in and out of his throat. Niir was completely unaware at this point of the aching erection between his own legs - pre-cum squirting onto the floor in lines with each downward thrust, his swollen knot straining inside its sheath. As soon as the stud attained a half-second tempo, he drew his hips all the way back without any warning at all, rudely awakening the felkin from his living dream as his step-father's swollen tip dislodged itself from the now not-so-tight confines of his throat.

"Gah! J-Jes--" Was all Niir could muster through his coughing and spluttering, his gag reflex subdued by overstimulation, before he realised that he was staring down the barrel of his step-dad's freshly sucked cock; his now rose-red gland was much larger than before, the rim of the head more pronounced in addition to there being more veins on the surface of that shaft than before. "D-Dad..." Was all the felkin could utter as - yet again - Niir's hands rose up towards that twitching erection.

"I know son; not too long now." He said, still speaking softly, comforting his nervous son even as he showed him such raw and primal 'tough love' not minutes ago. The stud knelt down before Niir, holding out his palms face up with a smile as he offered to help him up and out of the water from where he was knelt. Niir would gladly accept - half beaming a smile of his own as saliva hung and dripped around his mouth. He placed his smaller hands within his father's, and was easily lifted up and onto his shaky legs. Water ran down the felkin's knees and shins - matting his fur as it flowed down his legs. Niir turned towards the kitchen counter for support once he'd found his legs, not entirely trusting them though as his knees pointed inwards yet again, just as before. The stud kicked his towel about from side to side across the floor, doing his best to mop up the water before stepping up behind his son. He held onto the boys hips, lowering his head to kiss at the Felkin's cheek and neck once again.

"Are you okay standing as you are?" He whispered, supporting Niir until he was told otherwise.

"Y-Yes Father; I think they just went a little.... ah.... numb." he answered, losing focus for just a moment as he felt the head of his father's throbbing erection twitch against the small of his back - instantly causing the smaller male's tail to raise and hold to one side once again. Content with the answer he'd received, the Percheron gently kissed the side of his son's neck once more before taking to one knee. The stallion slowly kissed down the centre-line of the Felkin's furred back, over the small of it which now had the subtle taste of stallion cock upon it, before running his tongue down beside the base of his tail and then under it. Kneeling behind Niir, his step-father's hands which had followed in the wake of his affectionate kisses now rested upon Niir's cheeks and pushed them up to spread them - as if kneading dough - exposing the soft flesh of Niir's tail-hole to the comparatively colder open air of the kitchen. Niir let out a soft gasp under his panting breath as his cheeks were pushed apart.

For this stud, it was just another night at work.

The horse's wide tongue was perfectly suited for covering a wide area with saliva very quickly and efficiently - as he would demonstrate - as his oral muscle was dragged painfully slowly over his son's tight little entrance. Every pass over that hole would cause it to contract and wink, and with each pass, the delay would become greater until that entryway stopped twitching altogether. "There's a good boy; relax for yer daddy." He muttered from between the lithe Felkin's stretched apart cheeks as he slowly introduced his tongue to the sweet insides of the Felkin's tail-hole.

Niir gasped as he felt his step-dad's tongue penetrate him; he reached back with one hand to gently grip at the stud's mane before stuttering out his first and last complaint. "D-Dad... I-I don't know about this..."

"It's too late for that now, son. Way too late." He responded, wiping saliva from his black and grey facial hair as he rose back up onto his hooves, sporting a rigid and twitching arousal proudly as it dripped fluid onto the black tiles - fluid that was definitely not water. The stallion's hands rose up once more, those fingertips ruffling the black and blue fur that made up his son's back before settling upon his shoulders. "I hope you're ready, son, because I definitely am." he whispered confidently and rhetorically as one of the stud's hands came across to the back of Niir's neck. With only the slightest of pressures, the stallion had forced the felkin's chest down to rest upon the kitchen counter, pinning the boy in place as the other hand was removed from his shoulder, taking his own arousal in hand.

Niir's head was spinning. His breathing was short and sharp. The anticipation of what was to come caused a feeling of time dilation that drove the felkin wild.

"P-Please Dad... I-I'm ready!" he exclaimed, finally surrendering to the needs of his submissive nature, and showing them off proudly.

"Again." The stud ordered calmly as the pressure on the back of the felkin's neck grew.

"Please!" He begged, without a care in the world.

"Good boy..."

As Niir totally and utterly caved under the dominant will of his superior, he would feel another heat and pressure building against the entrance beneath his hiked tail. Thanks to the stud's conditioning, the felkin remained totally still, as well as his entrance being rendered unresponsive to the invasive organ.

He was ready.

Niir's vision blurred and became unfocussed as his mind's eye concentrated on creating an image of the stallion's fleshy and mottled cock tip pressing and stretching his hole open; the rim of the stud's fleshy tip was pushed back, squashed slightly by the boy's still-tight entrance, enabling the stallion to penetrate that saliva-lubed hole with ease. Each throb and forward motion drove a small gasping moan from Niir that would slowly build up, higher and higher, until the pushed-back rim of that stud's cock finally passed inside that tight bundle of muscle, instantly spreading back out into a powerful and dominating flare as it popped inside the Felkin's interior.

"F-F-Fu-- !!" Was all that Niir could utter as he felt that swollen flesh penetrate his ring of muscles before applying direct pressure to his prostate. That single action was enough to cause the small felkin to paint the cupboard door before him in a new shade of cream. As he quivered and gasped for air - practically winded by the stud that was now inside him - the stallion moved his restraining hand down the centre of his back before again applying pressure. Niir complied all too willingly with the stud's wordless command, and arched his back inwards whilst pushing his rump backwards, directing that throbbing flare deeper into his lower gut.

"That's it son, push a bit more, just a little bit more..." He whispered as he rolled his hips forward, moving that leading hand of his around to the felkin's belly. After an inch or two, the stallion could feel a slight bulge in the felkin's fur; a firm squeeze would confirm to them both what they already knew. "There we go. Don't worry, I won't go any deeper.... yet; wouldn't want to break my new toy, now would I." Of course, Niir was rendered utterly wordless and unable to reply, with his serpentine tongue hanging and rolled out atop the counter, his cheeks ablaze, heat radiating from them as raspy gasps of breath rolled into and out of his stretched throat. As the stud began to slowly draw his hips back, both his hands would move to the boy's hips, to be sure that they remained in place with what was to come.

"You're pretty god-damn tight, son." He thought out loud as he drew his hips back, the rim of his flared cock tugging against that ring of muscles, testing it before that flesh-pole was slowly driven back inside with a dominant shunt, forcing out a final and weak string of cum from his son's weakly throbbing cock, just as that medial ring passed inside him.

"O-only the best f-for my D-Daddy..." Niir managed to say, spluttering on his syllables, almost biting on his tongue as that flesh inside him reached new depths.

"That's my boy. Now, try and relax; it's getting late, and I need that shower still." He chuckled idly before he let out a smooth sigh as he drew his hips back once again, teasing the felkin's entrance once more with his flared tip before pushing back inside, slowly testing the male's depths. The stallion's hands held firmly around the young Felkin's waistline as his hips slowly drove inside once more, the stud's facial features tightening up slightly as his flesh felt some friction from the male's interior.

"You're the tightest fuck I've had in a while, Son. Shame it can't stay that way really..." He chuckled as with each thrust, the stallion would drive his swelling tip that little bit deeper, grunting happily to himself as he felt his medial ring ripple back and forth past the Felkin's used and abused ring, just like car tyres over a particularly harsh set of speed bumps.

"I-I'll do my best for you, father. You deserve that--" He whispered out before he was cut off by the sight of his step-father's engorged tip slightly bulging out his belly; the stud's impatience was on the rise once again -- which Niir could easily tell, simply by the size of stomach bulge surfacing again and again.

The stallion's freshly washed body had already raised a clammy layer of salty sweat over the time they had already spent together in the kitchen, all while his hips slowly pushed towards the felkin's willingly receiving cheeks. Eventually becoming accustomed to his step-dad's wonderful punishment, the Felkin braced himself with his hands against the edge of the kitchen counter before he pushed his torso up -- being sure to arch his back to accomodate for the angles required by the stallion's arousal inside him -- only so he could press his head back against the stud's muscle-padded chest, before uttering one simple request:

"C-choke me, D-Daddy."

"With pleasure, Son."

Once the majority of his throbbing shaft had become lodged inside the tight confines of the Felkin's body, a commanding hand brought its grasp up and around the young male's throat before tightening slowly but surely around it; sure, the stud had done things like this before for his clientele, but none of them -- and he meant none of them -- reacted in quite the same way. With the top of the Felkin's torso pulled back against his, he could see the young male's leaking and reinvigorated arousal swelling back to full size. "I'm so proud of you, Son." He whispered as he held his head in place against his dominating body, grinding his hips harder and harder until an almost clear outline of his flare could be seen against the charcoal fur of his son's abdomen; he revelled in his pride as his son shivered in ecstasy, only his tip-toes and his step-father's flesh supporting his entire body weight as he brought his spare hand up to grasp and squeeze at his flare through his son's skin and fur.

"Say it; I want to hear you say it again. I want to hear you moan for me, Son."

Through the tightness of his throat escaped four simple yet raspy words: "Fucking... choke me... D-Daddy!" And as requested, the stallion's grasp grew firm around the Felkin's throat as well as his own swollen flare, just before that shaft was dragged back through his lower gut. "That's my boy." Was all Niir managed to hear through the slight tinnitus in his ears as that throbbing rod was forced back into place, creating a quick protrusion in his belly before it flattened back out -- only for that bulge to rise once again back into the stallion's awaiting palm. What the stud was about to admit though was that he was getting frustratingly close to his own limit, just as the Felkin had reached his own limit time and time again.

"Son, I don't think I'm going to last much longer..." He said as he felt the felkin's flesh around his swelling flare becoming tighter -- entirely due to the nature of the stallion's expanding organ. As his admission became aired, he felt the small male pushing back against his powerful thrust as a gargled whine escaped his constrained throat at the same time, a final exertion of effort that pushed his stretched and sore little tailhole flush against the dominant equine's well trimmed and presented grey pubis. "Cum for me Daddy!" He exclaimed. Almost on queue, the stud grappled around his flare, giving it a single firm and steadfast clasp as his heat-stretched ball-sack rose up against the underside of his rigid shaft, his tail flagging up and in time as he felt the first heavy shot of his orgasmic fluids explode into his son's gut with just enough force for him to feel it. Niir let out the cutest little whine he'd ever heard as his tail rose once again, his facial features tightening up, his teeth gritting and showing as each subsequent injection of stud semen gave him a more heightened and intense level of completion than the last. "F-F-Fuck!" The stud cursed in ecstacy, splattering a mist of heated saliva mixed in with his laboured exhale over the top of the young male's head as he continued to squeeze his flare and coax out the last remnants of his seminal fluids for his client; this hadn't been just a simple job for the night-shift worker, this had been for himself as much as it was for the Felkin.

The stallion remained hilted inside the weak and twitching body of his son that he was now fully supporting just by grasping his neck, just as his flare began to slowly pull itself out of his grasp -- fading back within his son's body; his shaft naturally began to soften and shorten, pulling that massive wedge of stallion flesh gradually back through the passage it had created as the pair stopped to wallow in their respective afterglows. As the stallion 'woke up' first, he felt that his plug of a flare was the only thing remaining now inside the felkin's cavity, and with a short and sharp tug of his hips backwards, his flare popped from of the male's body -- followed up by a river of stallion spunk, which spattered, pooled and mixed with the water around the pair's feet and hooves.

"O-ouch..." Niir winced through the easing grasp of his father's grip as he was lowered back onto the pads of his paws, unable to either control how well he stood, or how well he could tighten his hole back up; he was well and truly stretched, and yet, he took great personal pride in who the person was that stretched him out so far. "...D-Daddy..." He tried to speak, to no avail as he felt the heat of his fathers body pressed against the fur on his back, his care-givers dripping and now semi-erect arousal being sandwiched between the pair's bodies. To the stallion, his growing flesh wasn't all too surprising to him, as he would usually be visited and expected to serve more than one individual; this was simply his body acting upon pure habit. However, what did surprise him, was how his son's body pressed back against his aroused state, smearing the dripping and twitching flesh into the fur on his back, spreading the fluid and scent of his father over his fur and into his skin.

"I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable of a withdrawal, son..." He whispered into the Felkin's still-ringing ear. "...but, maybe this will help bring you back down to earth."

Just as he felt the breath of the stallion's spoken words wash over the furred exterior of his ear, he could feel the studs strong hands come to rest upon his hips before being turned to face his breeder.

"W-what do you me--" But just before Niir could get all his words out, his vision was obscured by the imposing image of his fathers face and the greyed fur of his facial hair as his lips pressed against the felkin's own. In one moment, the Felkin was stunned into paralysis as he was pinned against the kitchen counter with a stallion cock imprinting itself into his belly between them; in the next moment, Niir's lips were parted by the studs firm oral muscle, moaning softly against it as it snaked into his mouth, his hands raising until his fingers parted clumps of hair that made up his fathers mane. "Mmmnn... Mmm..." He moaned through the meeting of their lips, willing his smaller tongue to move with and against the stallion's before it was slowly removed -- a strand of saliva connecting their lips.

"O-oh... that's what you meant~" Niir muttered absent-mindedly as his half lidded cyan eyes hung onto the glint in the stallion's own.

"You know, son; I never did get to finish that shower of mine..." He whispered as he pressed his body closer, mashing his twitching cock between the pair's worn and worked up bodies, gently nibbling on the young felkin's ear as he felt his body tremble against him. "...What do you say, Niir; care to join me?" He asked once again as he felt the felkin's heart rate increase through his chest.

"O-of course, Daddy~" He agreed as his claws gently dragged down the sides of the his neck as the stud stepped away, Niir's yearning need to follow in his father's hoofsteps -- and after his gloriously dominant and masculine form -- already causing his paw-pads to tread through the puddle of cum and water after him.

Following the stud's naked form through the hallway and up the stairs was a pleasure in and of itself, but the addition of that hung and wet cock slapping from thigh to thigh -- leaving strings of leftover cum against stair-steps and banister supports as the large working muscles of his legs relaxed and contracted -- kept Niir hot on the heels of the stallion he called his Daddy. "Maybe having a step-dad that works the night shift isn't such a bad thing after all..." He thought to himself as his cheeks began to glow again, catching a glimpse of the stallion's eye coupled with a wry mischievous grin. "... and maybe this night isn't quite over yet... maybe, just maybe.~" He mused to himself, half a wonder, half a hope.