FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Originally Published in THP's Wolves anthology, 2018. ©Miles Reaver

It was hardly after nine when Devon reached the end of his phonebook for the second time that evening. He locked the screen of the phone and placed it down on the bar, tipping his muzzle upwards. He cradled the drink in his paw as if unsure if he should drink it. The milky white substance smelled strongly of vodka. The white Siberian, as they called it, held a promise to make lonely nights pass faster. Bullshit thought Devon, then brought the glass to his muzzle and swallowed the contents.

Behind the bar, a squatting horse piled glasses into the dishwasher. He wore a pair of jeans and a V-neck shirt. Both black and fitted well with his well-groomed brown fur. The combination complimented his yellow mane and tail. He kept fighting with his hair, pushing it out the way of his eyes. Once he came back up, Devon gestured to the empty glass in front of him. The horse tilted his head and held his gaze with the wolf.

"It's a lonely night," said Devon.

The horse scoffed and shook his head. He rinsed Devon's dirty glass with water, and then poured in vodka, liqueur and creamer.

"Best kind of night," The horse responded and pushed the white mixed drink towards his friend.

Devon was everything that he thought a single red wolf should be. He was clean and his tail fur combed, so not a hair stood out of place. He wore a red smart shirt that was a shade darker than the patches of red fur on his elbows and forearms. He kept the two top buttons undone and let his white chest fluff hang out. The sides of his muzzle were white, while the rest remained red. Around his eyes, like spectacles, the fur was black.

On a Wednesday night, the bar laid empty through the summer. It was queer-friendly, but far from popular in the town of Cerasus. Most nights it was Devon who remained the only customer. In time, he and Garret became good friends. Garret, the brown horse, was local and stood half a head taller than Devon, and enjoyed fruity drinks. Devon didn't know anything about Garret besides that.

That summer was a letdown. Not a single name in Devon's phone book returned his texts and none appeared online on the dating apps he used. The dry spell remained strong for the last month and it wasn't going to end very soon.

Devon craved intimacy, closeness, and excitement he only got from playing with others. It was rare to find it in their small town, but even then, Devon was too small and shy for a wolf. Some preferred that, but others chose someone with a lot more bark rather than moan.

It was that third or fourth drink that made Devon drop his barriers and perked his curiosity. Devon drew his eyes over Garret's rear, as the horse placed empty bottles under the sink. The black jeans were tight on the horse. Black was definitely his color. Devon snuck glances of Garret's crotch when the horse stood up, to see if he could spot an outline and found none.

The wolf took a large swallow of his drink, enough to get the bravado to lean forward on the counter and ask the question.

"Hey, Garret," he called out to the horse. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

The horse scoffed. "Every night, sweetie." he answered with the kind of tone where Devon couldn't make out if Garret was being serious or sarcastic.

"I mean a real boyfriend. Someone you go home to at night, someone you're close with." Devon tried again. Garret turned from rearranging the bottles by the sink and leaned onto the bar counter with his hoof. His eyes searched the ceiling as he made a thoughtful noise.

"Nope," he said with a shrug. "Don't have one of those." Devon opened his muzzle as though by instinct but was fast met with a loss for words. He buried his muzzle into his drink. Garret returned to his duties around the bar, but a moment later turned to face the wolf again.

"Why though?" Garret asked. "Why now, of all times, would you ask me?" he curved his muzzle into a slight grin. "I thought you didn't date outside your own species?"

Devon's ears fell to the side and flat against his head. He didn't have enough bravery to keep his eyes on his friend. He took another sip.

"I didn't say date," Devon answered into the glass. The silence lasted for a moment, with Garret peering down at the wolf. Then the horse started to laugh. Devon's ears went down to the side again. He lowered his head and focused his eyes on the drink, and remained quiet.

"I figured," Garret explained, shaking his head. "You're not exactly subtle about it. So what, you want me to end up as another name in your phonebook?" The horse lifted his nose in the air, looking coy. "Keep me on speed dial?" He then gestured to Devon's phone.

The wolf's eyes widened as he leaned backwards. He couldn't form the words he wanted to, so he settled for none. Garret shook with an inaudible laugh and placed a hoof over Devon's paw. "Kidding." He said and turned back to attend to his bar duties.

Devon sighed, down on his luck; he knocked back the last of his drink. He watched Garret face away from the wolf, his hooves toyed with a vodka bottle, shaking it back and forth. The horse shook his head and then slid another glass next to Devon's and poured both of them a drink.

"Where do you get it?" Devon asked as Garret added the liqueur. The horse tilted his head and flicked his ears. Devon made a back and forth paw gesture to show the horse what he meant.

"Oh," Garret shrugged. "There are people," he said and brought the drink up to his muzzle. "There are places." He mumbled and sipped.

Devon frowned. "This town is as barren as this bar right now." The wolf swung his paw around. "And what places?"

The horse tilted his head, looking down at the bar. He moved his muzzle side to side, then slid his tongue across his teeth and poured himself a straight shot of vodka. This one he knocked back in one shot.

"It's just a thing," Garret answered and trailed off. "It happens now and then."

Devon perked his ears up, moving his head closer. "I'm interested in a thing." He said, wagging his tail.

Garret looked into Devon's brown eyes then looked down at this empty glass and stiffened his maw. He slowly shook his head and cleared his throat.

"Look, forget it," said Garret. "I couldn't do that."

"Do what?" Devon arched his back and spread his arms, his paws relaxing. "Go on, tell me about this thing."

Garret shook his head again. He took the bottle of vodka and placed it in the line of others by the wall.

"Come on, I can take it," Devon continued, nodding. Garret leaned onto the counter and twisted his muzzle from side to side. He looked at the clock on the wall and shook his head firmer this time.

"I can't," he repeated and took a rag from under the bar. He lifted the two empty glasses up by their edges and wiped the counter. "It's getting late, I need to lock up."

Devon's tail stopped wagging. He looked at his friend turning away and then sighed. Arguing with Garret was a losing battle.

"Fine," the wolf said, getting up. Devon made it all the way to the door before Garret called out to him.

"Devon," The wolf turned his head to look at Garret. "Don't follow me, okay?" Garret offered a smile, but Devon shrugged and stepped out into the summer air.

The following night, hours after convincing himself that he didn't care about Garret's secret, Devon gave in and decided he would find out all he could.

The bar closed at ten. The streets under the moonlight glow laid surrounded by emptiness. Devon stood in the park, across the street from the Lucky Hoof bar. His fur blended in with the unlit parts of the park. Ten minutes past ten, Garret walked out the front. He surveyed the area, looking left and right down the street, then locked the door and checked it. Garret wore a dark hoodie. He covered his head with the hood, put his hooves into the front pockets, and turned right, going up the street.

The horse walked on the sidewalk, strolling past the closed shops and parked cars, allowing nothing to break his stride. Devon kept to the park, then crossed it to reach the street and trailed a bit further behind his friend. At the end of the block, Garret turned a corner.

The long street led to the industrial zone, which since the work crisis, laid abandoned. Garret headed down the sidewalk with his hooves in his pockets. The horse stopped at a smaller building, under the bright street lamp and then turned around. Devon ducked into the alley and remained frozen for a moment. When he peeked from the corner, Garret kept still, as though waiting. Then the horse headed into the building and Devon was alone.

It was an old building, a boarded-up structure with covered windows that only gave a suggestion of inner light. Devon sneaked closer. Ignoring the front door, he traced the side of the building, unable to find a window he could peak through. He had started to get his doubts. There were no cars nearby, no one leaving or approaching. He just wanted a peek.

Devon went to the back of the building, and sure enough, found a metal staircase leading upstairs. His feet thumped against the stairs as he ascended. There, he tried the door and found it unlocked. A doubt came across Devon's mind, wondering if he should back out. Perhaps it was nothing, but Garret had entered, so something definitely had to be in there. He came this far, he thought and decided to continue.

Inside, Devon let his eyes readjust to the darkness. He found himself in a storage room. Shelves filled with snacks and drinks appeared fresh and unopened. It was an odd find in the industrial zone, but it looked more like people gathered there.

The wolf found the door leading outside of the storage. When he opened it, his ears could pick up muffled music coming from somewhere down the hall. He recognized the pop club song. The hallway itself lay empty, illuminated by new lights. Fresh wallpaper covered the walls. The upstairs carpet smelled washed too. It was clear that the place was often used.

The music came from the east side that led downstairs. The west side continued down the hall and around the corner. Devon went west, tracing the wallpaper with his paw, keeping his footsteps light. It would be bad if someone were to catch him now. A peak was all he wanted.

The end of the hall turned right and led to an open door. The room beyond was empty besides two small tables and a couch that circled the room's walls. Facing the front door was a large window panel that took up most of the wall. The window overlooked the bigger room below. The room was bright, with yellow wallpaper and pieces of red leather furniture. The occupants of the room caught Devon's attention.

All were horses, and from what Devon could see, all were male. Some occupied the seats in the room and talked. Others ignored the conversations and indulged in intimate activities. A strong horse with well-defined muscles wore a black harness and knelt on one of the seats. Another; gray in color, fucked him from behind. Nearby, a fully black horse held his arm around a smaller blonde horse. He pressed him against his own naked chest and made out with him. In front of the black horse, another pair sat on their knees. One sucked the tip of his black cock. The other pressed his muzzle against the pair of testicles. Devon watched the two sucking horses masturbate as they pleased the bigger horse.

There were others around the room that watched and jerked off. Devon was sure one horse came on another's face as that stud was being fucked. The horses wore painted marks and symbols across their bodies. There was a white stud walking between them. He was tall, with toned muscles and white hair. Devon did a double-take. The white stud's snout was black and so was his cock and pair of testicles. Devon recognized the stud, Jacques the famous horse model. His nickname was the White Star and now he was there, a few feet away from Devon, completely naked. It was impossible for so many horses to live in the same town. This was a gathering, a secret, special event.

Then at the corner of the room, near the leather chairs, Devon spotted a familiar light yellow coated horse.

"Mr. Gillmount?" Devon said aloud, retreating with his head, shocked to see his neighbor at this gathering. The horse stood in a group of others that wore leather chaps with their rears and inner thighs exposed. Like with Jacques, Devon could see their long, thick cocks hanging out in front of them.

There were so many things to look at. Devon stood with his muzzle wide open, fogging up the glass in front of him. His eyes switched from two studs kissing, to a trio rubbing their shafts together. It hadn't taken long for Devon, between the testosterone and musk, to spot Garret. To Devon's surprise, Garret remained dressed in a formal outfit. He carried drinks on a plate from person to person and didn't have any markings like the rest.

Devon felt a pang of jealousy when the other horse's hooves found their way to Garret's tail and under it. They treated the young horse like their plaything. Devon wondered if Garret played with the rest in private. He wondered if Garret only got naked in the private rooms. Garret said he was part of the 'a thing'. Could he look and jerk off? Now, Devon's hopes rose to see if he could witness Garret undressing, to see him stroke his cock and grope his balls.

Devon shook his head as though to clear it. The thoughts began to push a tent in his jeans. He looked down and slid a paw against his bulge. He made it this far and a quickie wouldn't hurt.

Devon turned and looked at the open door, pausing for a moment. Then, he walked to one of the small, round tables and dragged it closer to the window. He sat on the edge of the table and pressed his paw onto his crotch. Devon's eyes darted to Jacques. The white horse found some of his admirers' who were now appreciating his cock. They dragged their hooves along his black shaft, tugging the length and cupping his balls. Jacques smiled with eyes closed, resting his hooves on their heads. A spotted horse dropped to his knees and opened his muzzle. He took the tip of the white star's cock into his muzzle and locked his maw around it. He sucked, moving his head back and forth, wrapping his arms around Jacques' thighs.

Devon exhaled, feeling his heart race. His paw reached down to his jeans and unbuttoned them, then pulled down the zipper. His blue underwear had a dark spot where he leaked small bits of pre-cum that smelled of his musk. Devon shifted and pulled down the edge of his underwear, tugging them under his balls. The wolf's cock had slipped halfway out of its sheath. He grasped it with his paw and squeezed around, while the rest of the cock slid out.

There was a lot to see. From Jacques holding the spotted horse's head and fucking his maw, to the burly horse with the harness sitting on the sofa with his legs spread and a gray-colored horse mounting his cock. Devon could see the way the cock prodded at the gray one's tail hole, forcing its way in.

Devon leaned further back onto the table, hurrying to bring himself to climax. The room smelled of wolf musk. He exhaled, feeling excited over the voyeurism. He was close, a few more strokes and he could cum. Devon's heart raced and he allowed himself a compact moan. That's when he heard heavy footsteps approaching.

Cold panic-struck Devon as he slid himself off the table. His legs wobbled and almost made him fall. He ignored the pain of stopping right before the climax. He let his underwear hang low and tugged his jeans over them instead. There was nothing he could do to hide his cock, so he slid down his shirt over it and buttoned his jeans around it.

There had been no place to hide and he was out of time. He took a single step away from the table before the two stallions were standing in the room. With their combined size, they filled the doorway. On their shirts in big and bold letters read 'security'. With their brown fur and black hair, they appeared like twins. Devon's maw gaped open in horror as the two stallions towered over him. The wolf wished he could shrink into a tiny bubble. The two horses exchanged glances, and then one of them picked up his radio and said. "Joseph, we've got a problem."

One of them was enough to hold Devon by the shoulder and made him walk in front of them. The difference in size and bulk was clear. Downstairs, the music turned into a low hum and every pair of eyes in the room glanced at the wolf. The humid room smelled of sweetened lubricant and musk in Devon's nose. He picked up different scents, from excited, to horny. Devon's shoulders slumped. With his ears down, all the attention was on him and the wet spot forming on his shirt. Members began to whisper to each other.

The crowd stepped back and made room for a cream-colored horse that approached Devon and the two guards. He appeared to be the only one with red-colored markings. In the middle of his chest, he had the symbol of a horseshoe. A small loincloth covered his crotch but managed to not hide much of all. The horse kept his hooves on his hips as he scowled at Devon.

"You disturb our ritual," the cream-colored horse spoke. "Why? Who are you?"

"I was just curious," Devon tried, his tail retreating between his legs.

"He came up the back stairs." said one of the guards. "Didn't close the door behind him."

The cream-colored horse stepped within an inch of Devon. He scowled and then grabbed onto his shirt and tugged it out of his jeans, exposing his half-hard cock. The room erupted in a series of lusty noises. Devon struggled and shifted, but could not break away from the security horse's grasp.

"And enjoying the show too I see," Joseph scoffed at Devon and then faced the room. He left the wolf exposed and let his own voice boom. "This wolf has broken our ritual with his presence," he paused enough for effect. "How will we proceed?"

Now the members shouted over each other, their voices mixing into an inaudible roar. Devon could make out the words, "throw him in the lake" and "muzzle him". The cream-colored horse kept his eyes on Devon. The wolf's feet trembled and the security horse had to keep him from falling.

"Let him join!" came a familiar voice above all others, drowning the room into a low murmur. The crowd moved apart and revealed a young horse with his arms crossed at his chest.

"He's my friend," Garret continued, his ears flicking. "And the rules clearly state that anyone taking part in our practice may become one of us." Joseph faced Garret, keeping his paws on his hips.

"Provided he passes the initiation," Joseph filled in the details. He swung his hoof to point at Devon, who kept his muzzle shut. "He is too small,"

"Am not!" Devon cried, bringing the attention back to him. "I can do anything you guys can. Let me take part, I'll show you." The wolf struggled against the grip of the security horse but to no avail. Another curious murmur washed over the room. Joseph remained silent for a moment and then raised his hoof and silenced the room once more.

"Very well," The cream horse agreed. "If he passes the initiation, he can join, but," he pointed a hoof at Garret, narrowing his eyes. "You have to break him in. That will be part of _your_initiation." Devon and Garret exchanged glances. Warmth spread through the wolf's chest, blood pumped into his crotch. Garret closed his eyes for a moment and then nodded.

"Very well," Joseph boomed, spreading his hooves. "Tonight is initiation night!" The members of the crowd raised their hooves and glasses, letting out a cry of excitement. Some whistled at Devon, others tapped him onto the shoulders, wishing him good luck. The music increased in volume.

The black security horse tugged Devon by his shoulder and ushered the wolf to follow him, being a lot gentler this time around. They left the main room and proceeded down the hallway, opposite of the stairs. The horse opened the first door on his right and let the wolf enter first. Inside, the room was turned into a changing room. White and blue tiles decorated the floor as the orange lockers were pressed against the walls, with benches placed in the middle.

The horse closed the door behind them, then from a nearby rack, took a smaller loin cloth and tossed it to Devon.

"Put that on. The name is Harrison, by the way." Devon inspected the loincloth. It would be enough to cover most of his crotch. The wolf unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. He sighed with relief as the restraint of his jeans loosened and let his cock pop free.

"What exactly do I have to do?" Devon asked as Harrison unlocked one of the lockers and took out a small box.

"You'll see. Change," The horse placed it onto the bench and searched through the multiple tubes it held inside, to find a white-colored one and a thin brush. Devon kept his shirt on and let it cover his front as he stepped out of his jeans and underwear. Then, the wolf reached under his shirt and tied the loincloth around his waist before pulling his shirt off.

The wolf's ears flatted to the side as he patted down the front of his cloth where a small bulge from his sheath was visible. Harrison then began to paint Devon with a small brush. He started at the wolf's muzzle, drawing two lines from the brink of his muzzle down to the sides, and added a single line between the eyes. Harrison made some symbols on Devon's chest and stomach then turned him around and made similar ones on his back. The paint smelled familiar. Temporary fur coloring, easy to wash off.

"All part of the process." Harrison explained, lowering the brush. "If you're ready, we can begin." Devon bit the inside of his lip. He sized up Harrison. Like the rest of the horses, he had been taller and broad-shouldered. From what the wolf could see, their cocks were a whole lot bigger too. He made it this far and got an opportunity to be part of it, now he was going to take it.

Devon gave Harrison a firm nod and the horse returned it, flashing him a grin. The horse turned and gestured for the wolf to follow. Back at the main room, the unknown faces followed Devon as he followed Harrison. He saw grins, exchange of whispers, and an anticipated grab of their own genitals.

On the other side of the room, a foot or so away from the wall stood a large stockade bench. The other security horse, Harrison's twin, was readjusting the size of the legs in order to fit Devon's size. It was covered in black leather, a metal bar on one side spread across the side where the paws would be.

The wolf's ears pushed back, feeling a pang of intimidation from it, but soon found his tail wagging in excitement. Devon knew he was going to get fucked and the thought made him pant just by thinking of it. He had never done this before and was eager to try. Near the bench, Garret was almost ready. Unlike Devon, the young horse kept his shirt and suit jacket but lost the pants. His chest was exposed, bearing the same symbols as Devon. Two studs worked on Garret, one finishing the lines around his eyes and the other, stroking the young stud's cock.

Devon's eyes stared at the young horse's erection, a solid brown just like the rest of Garret. Finally, he could see what the horse was packing and wondered how well he'll use it. He wondered if Garret would be rough or gentle, wondered where he would cum and how much. Would Garret moan in pleasure, and would he spank Devon's rear? Garret then opened his eyes and shot a grin towards Devon. The wolf brushed his paw down his loincloth, pressing against his sheath.

Joseph reappeared out of the crowd and drew everyone's attention by raising his hoof in the air.

"Ready, little wolf?" he asked and Devon nodded, ignoring the part about his size. The cream-colored horse gestured to the stockade bench, daring him to climb onto it. Devon pushed himself to not show any hesitation. He leaned one knee onto the leather leg on one side and then did the same with the other. He laid his chest down onto the bigger cushion and slid his paws through the opening straps on the iron bar. The wolf couldn't see behind him much, but he saw it was Joseph locked the straps around Devon's wrists and ankles.

In this position, Devon lost all control. His butt was pushed back for everyone to stare at, the thought of them looking and stroking their cocks gave a wag to his tail. The small appreciative moans coming from somewhere behind him confirmed that others were as excited as he was.

For a moment, nothing happened, and then the cloth that had covered Devon's rear was lifted upwards. He felt a pair of hooves lightly caressing his buttocks, followed by that familiar voice.

"You're getting what you wished for," said Garret, the thumbs of his hooves pushing against Devon's tail hole, spreading the buttocks. "Now I hope you're ready for it." Devon released a low growl, attempting to arch his back and push his rump backwards into Garret. He wagged his tail before moving it out the way for the horse. Devon could feel the tip of Garret's cock prod at his balls and then rise to push across the wolf's rump.

There was a sound of a bottle opening and Devon smelled lube. Then, the wolf felt warm fingers circle around his tail hole. He flexed his tail hole muscle just as Garret slid a finger inside of him. Devon gasped and tensed. The whole room of studs watched him getting fingered. It made Devon flush, he was embarrassed and he wanted more. Pent up as Devon was, his cock easily slid out of his sheath to full hardness.

Feeling Garret's fingers twist upwards and to the side, then do a circular motion and sliding out, Devon felt a bigger pressure on his tail hole next and grit his fangs. He was used to other canines but Garret was wider and much longer.

"Here... we go," Garret grunted and pushed his cock into Devon. The wolf gasped once. The stretching hurt, almost burned, and didn't succeed easily. Garret backed off and added more lube to his erection before trying again. The cock returned to Devon's hole and kept the pressure there. A short moment later, Devon's hole spread and allowed Garret to push the head in.

Devon and Garret grunted in unison. The wolf felt paws grasp around his sides as the rest of the cock made its way in. The cock slid in, retracted for a moment, and then pushed in all the way. The club members shouted encouraging things such as "let the wolf have it" and "teach him how the studs fuck".

Garret's breathing steadied. Devon was too tight and he felt himself stretching. He kept his muzzle shut, trashing his head around, determined not to chicken out.

"Keep going," Devon groaned. "I-I can take it."

"I-"Garret began.

"You've heard the little one," said Joseph, his voice coming closer. "He can take it. This doesn't end until you've marked him, initiate." Devon turned his head around. He saw the cream-colored horse grab hold of Garret's hips, making the young stud jump. Then, he began to push Garret's hips forward into the wolf. Garret moaned, squinting his eyes. Devon gasped and groaned, clenching his fangs together as the horse cock spread his tail hole, feeling the difference between the thrusts immediately. Joseph did not slow down; he kept pushing Garret's hips into Devon then pulling them back and repeating the process.

Garret huffed audibly, his movements began to naturally speed up and finally, Joseph could let go. The young stud moaned, threw his head back, and grit his teeth while Devon's cry increased in pitch. He bucked into the wolf with a loud grunt and stiffened, pressing his body onto Devon's back. Garret squeezed his arms around the wolf while the rest of his cum shot inside his friend. He took a moment to rest before slowly pulling his cock out with a loud yelp coming from Devon as his tail hole was left gaping.

"Well done!" the cream-colored horse clapped his hooves and the rest of the members followed suit. Devon rested his head on the leather muzzle support. His tongue lolled from his muzzle.

A hoof smacked Devon's buttocks. "And you," the big stud continued, "you made it all the way through." The wolf yelped in surprise and looked behind him.

"It was easy," Devon panted, flashing the cream-colored horse a sly smile.

"I am glad to hear that," Joseph answered and shortened the distance between the two, positioning himself in front of Devon. "Because you're not done yet." He showed the wolf his own smile and then tugged on his own loincloth and tossing it on the floor. Joseph stood naked in front of the stockade bench. He took hold of his own cock and prodded the wolf's muzzle with it.

"Now, let's put that muzzle to good use." The horse grabbed Devon's ruff and pushed his head onto the tip of Joseph's hardening cock. The wolf didn't object. He opened up as wide as he could, enough to swallow the white tip of Joseph's cock. Carefully minding the fangs, Devon slid his tongue around it, washing it over the surface prodding into the urethra.

Devon got a huff out of Joseph, the exact reaction he wanted to confirm that he was doing a good job. Indeed, a moment later, the horse pulled out of the canine's muzzle and nodded.

"You'll do," He grinned.

The music in the room increased to a club level once more and its members shifted and changed places, continuing with their rituals. Now he could make it up to them. Devon watched Joseph move around him until the man stood behind the wolf.

Devon felt the girth of the horse cock tap against his tail hole. His ears went down as he heard the bottle open again and smelled the familiar scent of lubricant. Joseph pushed into Devon, his girth even larger than Garrets. A long moan escaped Devon and the elder horse pushed back against Devon's arched back. Unlike Garret, Joseph didn't hesitate. He shoved his length into the canine, making Devon howl. Joseph, with one hoof on Devon's tail, pounded with a steady pace.

"That's good, howl like a good puppy," The wolf's canine cock smacked with Joseph's pounding against his own stomach. The pre-cum that had leaked from his tip dripped onto the leather and smeared into his own fur.

"Y-yes, sir," Devon managed. He wasn't the alpha there, or a beta for that matter. Joseph used him properly, like an omega and it only made the wolf's cock harder.

Next to Devon, on his right side where the couch was, he saw Garret land on the cushion with a gasp. He caught himself with his hooves. Behind the horse, Devon could see the white star stallion already having half of his black cock inside his friend. Jacques was eager and trusted quickly. He slid his length nearly all the way out and then all the way into his base. He was faster than Joseph and unlike Devon, who was strapped to the stockade bench; Garret had to hold himself firmly against the couch. The horse's hair bounced back and forth between pants, and then he looked at Devon.

The two boys exchanged a long glance, watching each other get fucked, moaning and panting as their tail holes kept getting filled, balls smacking against their butts. Then Garret leaned his head over to the wolf and pressed his muzzle against Devon's. The kiss was melting; Devon felt Garret's heavy breathing across his muzzle as their tongues shifted around each other. Devon tasted something sweet on Garret's tongue and he wanted more of it. The knot escaped Devon's sheath. The wolf howled a long song until his voice broke.

Joseph moved his grip from Devon's tail onto the wolf's shoulder, then grabbing onto the canine ruff. It informed Devon that Joseph was close to finishing. The elder horse huffed and bucked, losing the smooth and steady rhythm and the last few thrusts turned into heavy pounds into Devon's tail hole. Then, Devon felt the elder horse tense and tremble, shooting his load inside the wolf. Devon grunted as the horse pulled his cock out and gently patted the wolf's buttock.

"Good boy," said Joseph and walked away, leaving the wolf tied to the bench. Devon tried to squeeze his thighs together, to do something in order to rub his pulsing cock and make himself cum. He couldn't reach, couldn't touch at all. He looked back at Jacques pounding Garret. He saw the young stud's hardened cock drip pre onto the floor, a little more and Garret was going to cum again.

Then, another hoof groped Devon's rear. The wolf couldn't look that far back but the hoof dragged across Devon's back and ended up at his head. He still wore his security shirt, but had lost his pants in between.

"Harrison?" Devon grinned as the black horse sat on the couch in front of Devon. Now the wolf noticed that Harrison hadn't been all black. The horse had white rings on his cock and they didn't look like they have been painted on. The horse grinned and rubbed Garret's head while the young stud kept getting pounded.

"Watching you two getting it good, made me kind of hard." With his other free hoof, he held his cock at the base and stroked it gently. "I helped you out," he said to Devon, "How about the puppy returns the favor?" it wasn't a request. Harrison took hold of Devon's head and pushed it down, the wolf's maw landing on the tip of the cock. Just like with Joseph, Devon sucked obediently, opening his muzzle as much as he could and being careful to not scrape his fangs along the skin. He swallowed, opened his throat, and then swallowed down Harrison's pre-cum, felt it wash over his tongue and leaving behind a salty taste.

"Fuck, you guys are hot," Jacques cried out, slowing his thrusting down for the first time and then reaching down to Garret's cock, giving it a firm squeeze and letting the young stud gasp. "How's your cock, pony?" the white star asked Garret. "Ready to be used again?" Garret mumbled something between grunts that sounded like a yes.

"I've got an idea," he proclaimed and slowly pulled his cock out. It took him a moment to catch his breath, and then Jacques took Garret by his arm and turned him around, making him sit right behind Harrison.

"What is on your mind?" asked Harrison, who held Devon's head and moved his hips up and down into the wolf's maw. Jacques positioned himself behind Devon and teased the wolf's sore tail hole with his hoof.

"Let the young one fuck you," said Jacques, aligning his cock with Devon's tail hole. "I want to make the pup howl some more," just like Joseph, Jacques didn't hesitate when he slid inside Devon. The wolf growled deeply, letting Harrison's cock slide out of his muzzle and let the dark horse get ready. Devon yelped quietly, Jacques was even rougher than Joseph, but his fucking was smoother.

Garret sat on the couch, his twitching cock sticking upwards and pulsing. The dark horse above Garret squeezed some lube onto his hoof and applied it under his tail. He arched his rear and let Garret watch how he fingered himself. Then in the slightly squatted position, grinded against Garret's shaft and with the young horse's help, slid down onto it with ease. The dark horse let a deep moan escaped him as he placed his hooves on the steel bar that Devon's paws were strapped to. His own cock had been long enough to push at the wolf's muzzle. Harrison forced his horse cock into Devon's muzzle again and as he squatted, bouncing up and down Garret's cock, his own length got sucked.

The foursome kept up the pace, erupting into a series of grunts, moans, and pants. Jacques kept his grip between Devon's ears, pushing his head downwards to match the rhythm of his fucking. They figured out each other's pace. Devon's head moved up and down, equally matching Harrison bouncing up and down Garret's length. The young horse had a nice view of Harrison's rear, holding his paws on the black horse's hips. Devon lost himself in the stimulation, in the magic moment that kept him from even thinking straight.

Jacques released his grip on Devon's head and focused both his hooves on the petite wolf's hips. The horse squeezed them together and with clear force, squeezed his cock into Devon's hole. The wolf wailed a long and high-pitched moan. His muzzle vibrated around Harrison's cock.

"Come on, come on," the stallion panted. He sped up for a few seconds, then quickly pulled out of the wolf and stroked the length of his cock. The stallion hissed. Bursts of cum shot across Devon's tail and back. Devon felt Jacques' cock rubbing against his rear, leaving wet spots behind. The wolf panted through his nose.

"Sturdier than I thought you'd be," Jacques squeezed Devon's buttock and pushed it to the side. Devon shook and felt the cum drip out from his tail hole. He closed his eyes and sucked, as his ears flattened to the side.

"Enjoying yourself, aren't you?" the stallion teased. Devon managed a nod and huff. Jacques chuckled in response. "Give him all you've got, Har," This he said to Harrison before walking off.

The black horse had rapidly been lowering himself onto Garret's cock. The young horse leaned back onto the couch, letting the weight of Harrison press down onto him. The older horse knew what he was doing, taking Garret's cock like a pro. Garret himself couldn't help himself but pant loudly, idly rubbing his paws over Harrison's back.

"I'm... " Garret huffed. "gonna,"

"Come on, fill me," Harrison grunted and pulled his cock out of Devon's muzzle. The black horse stroked his cock, as he pushed Devon's muzzle open with his free hoof. The wolf exhaled and gasped for air. He watched with anticipation Harrison stroke himself, knowing exactly where the horse will want to finish. He watched Harrison bounce up and down Garret's cock, then, the younger horse gasped loudly. Harrison shut his eyes and grunted before a hot and thick load shot into Devon's muzzle. The wolf gagged and made himself swallow.

Devon licked around his muzzle and struggled against his restraints. He watched the horse slide off of Garret, whose cock, still half erect, fell against his thigh with a wet plop.

"Thanks, horsie," Harrison stood up with heavy legs and rubbed Garret's head with his hoof and further messing up his hair.

"What about me?" Devon struggled against his restraints.

"You did well too," Harrison then turned Devon's head to look behind him as far as the wolf could to see a line gathering behind the stockade bench. "You still got a line to get through," the horse chuckled and bumped hooves with a horse wearing a harness, which stood behind Devon, stroking his own cock.

"Have fun boys, new horsie is free too," Harrison indicated to Garret and then gave the two of them a wave before disappearing into the crowd.

They took turns on the young wolf, making sure to fill him up and cover him in as much of their cum and musk, as possible. Devon, with his ears split to the side and tail obediently lifted, barked, moaned and sucked when he was instructed to. He enjoyed feeling like an omega of the pack, to be used and played with.

Devon and Garret didn't think they could last all night with the pace they were going with, and indeed the night was still young by the time Devon was released from the bench and stretched his legs. The wolf got a moment to himself before he was on his knees, next to Garret, his muzzle pressed tightly against a pair of balls, licking and sucking while Garret slid his paws over the current member's cock. Their tail holes got used even more that night and each horse had a different technique and position they liked to fuck them in. The stallions toyed with Devon's knot, experimenting with it like it was a toy. They kissed it, sucked on it and even made Devon stroke his cock, to see if the knot would bounce up and down like his balls. They teased the wolf and edged him all evening.

When midnight approached, they got through the long line of admirers'. Devon and Garret moved into a private corner where they could take a break.

"Thanks for this," said Devon, as Garret wiped his chest and cock with a towel.

"For what?" Garret handed the towel to Devon and accepted the bottle of water in exchange. Their painted markings were nearly gone. Devon searched for a dry part of the towel and then wiped his head and neck.

"For showing me this place. I figured you knew I'd follow you." Said the wolf.

"I hoped so," Garret replied, "You seemed pretty hot and bothered." The horse scoffed at his own joke and tipped the bottled water to his muzzle, taking large sips.

"Well," Devon smirked and took a step closer. "I haven't cum yet. And since we're both here and naked." Devon dropped the towel onto the floor and grasped Garret's flaccid cock that was still big in Devon's paw. The horse moved his arms back and his hips forward. The wolf tugged at the cock, hearing Garret huff quietly as the horse looked down at their naked bodies.

"Let me do you," said Devon in a whisper. Just saying the words and thinking about it made his own cock quickly slid out of his sheath. He was pent up and wanting to cum.

"Alright then," Garret exhaled and in exchange gave Devon's cock a firm squeeze. The wolf closed his eyes, hissed, and released the horse. Garret turned and climbed the couch one knee at a time. He held himself onto the edge of the backrest and perked his rear towards the wolf.

Devon's hard cock pulsed in his paw, the pre-cum dripped down his fingers and mixed with the heavy musk of horses. The wolf's cock wasn't as big as a stallion's and was an easy fit for Garret. Still, the horse braced himself, as Devon spread Garret's buttocks and spit at his cum filled tail hole. He rubbed the head of his cock against the hole before pushing his tip into him, followed by the rest of the length. Garret was easy to enter and before Devon even started to move his knot pushed against Garret's entrance. Devon waited all night for this moment. The smell of musk, hundreds of different scents around the room and Devon could easily pick up Garret's.

Devon felt a high sensation to hold his friend by his buttocks, to push them together, to have his cock inside Garret and thrust in and out. The wolf moved with an urgent need, pushing himself towards the climax. His legs shook, it had been a long time since he had been the top. It was as though Devon's cock was being sucked into Garret's tail hole. Garret grunted, moving with the wolf mounting him, and a moment later, he began to moan. The high-pitched cry came slowly but stayed for longer. The wolf moved closer and shifted his paws from Garret's buttocks to the horse's torso, leaning his weight on Garret's back.

Devon's knot had been pressing against Garret's tail hole, stretching it and wanting to move in. The wolf's paws rubbed against Garret's hardened cock. He swung his paw and took hold of the horse cock, pressing it against Garret's stomach and rubbed.

"F-f-fuck me, harder!" Garret gasped between thrusts. Devon grunted and readjusted his grip on the horse. The wolf's thighs were slapping against Garret's rear, stretching the horse's tail hole and then finally sucking in Devon's knot. They gasped and paused. Devon's feet shook, the tight sensation of being fully inside the horse felt amazing. Garret lowered his head and leaned it onto the sofa's backrest as his eyes shut close.

Devon began to move again, he was close and he knew it. He didn't care how rough he was now as he moved back and forth. Devon shifted his weight and felt it coming. He growled and grit his fangs, pushing his muzzle into the horse's back as the first shots of cum shot inside Garret. Devon whimpered and tapped his right foot against the floor, the shooting pain in his balls as they were emptied hurt from edging the whole night.

When the cum finally stopped, Devon felt it around his cock inside of Garret. They stayed motionless. Devon kept a grip around Garret, afraid his feet would give in if he let go.

"How long till you knot goes down?" Garret hissed quietly, feeling sore.

"Not long," Devon answered between pants. The horse reached to his chest where Devon's paws were, took hold of the wolf's paw and placed it on his own hardness.

"Since you're still inside me, finish me off." Garret grunted. The base of his cock was sticky with dried lube and the top wet from his pre-cum. When Devon stroked the horse's length, Garret answered in a moan. His hooves gripped around the sofa's edge and his hips pushed back towards the wolf's knot for more stimulation. He cried out in pleasure, pushed back his head, and with a few more long strokes from Devon, shot his load onto the leather sofa with a wet splat.

They panted silently for a long moment and then Devon was able to slip his knot out of Garret, making small bits of his cum drip out with it. They sat on the couch, Garret throwing a towel over the mess he made, and then ran a hoof through his hair.

"I've been thinking," Said Devon, shooting a glance at Garret with his ears to the side. "Would you ever want to go out?" The horse returned the look, then scoffed and waved a paw across the room where many were still busy having fun.

"What, a room full of cock ain't enough for you?"

"It's not that," the wolf shifted in his seat. "I like you and I guess I'd like to get to know even better." Devon flashed a smile at his friend. Garret remained quiet. He turned his head away and dragged his hoof through the rest of the hair. Then he shook his head and laughed.

"Maybe," he said and turned back towards the wolf. "But you have to promise me something."

"What's that?"

"Promise that you'll use that knot of yours a lot more." Said Garret and flashed a grin. Devon's ears went down for a moment, but a smile spread across his face. The wolf dragged a paw across his thigh then threw it around Garret's shoulders and pulled him closer.

"Deal," he said and closed his eyes as they kissed. Devon knew that from then on, his nights would be less lonely.