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Staying for the After Party

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dalarius

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"I'm so glad that you guys were able to make it."

With more than a few drinks in their bellies, the two horses and the Sika deer sprawled across Dalarius' large sofa, though the cushions were tossed about, nothing in its rightful place on the old, comfortable leather. Well, it wasn't technically Dal's, considering his work at the stables, though he had more than a few liberties at The Stables after working there for a few years at that time. Who would have thought that coming for a day of frolicking fucking with Malcolm would have him working there not all that long after?

The function room was large, in a converted barn but with proper heating, electric and water, so proper and well-kept that it was, occasionally, used for weddings and less saucy functions too at The Stables. Though the best uses for it, in Dal's opinion, were when BDSM events were held, displaying different kinks, some of their finest "submissves" (or switches, however they swung) in bondage, posing on display. At those kinds of events, drinks flowed freely while those working there mingled, allowing them to work the crowd or retreat to private rooms where applicable. Dalarius, in particular, had acquired an extensive knowledge of different kinks and even the intricacies of bondage, which he was more than happy to demonstrate on willing participants.

The large windows spanned the length of the room, looking out over the grounds where the maintained grass stretched down to a nature reserve, full of butterflies and insects in the daytime, but the lake merely glinting softly in the moonlight. It had to be somewhere close to one in the morning, yet none of the trio left on the sofas, letting the conversation flow naturally between them, felt all that tired at all.

The bay stallion snorted softly, a touch of liquor warming the back of his throat, though the whisky had not been one that had was able to partake in too much, as good as it was. The party, although not an official Stables event, had still been hosted by him and he had the establishments reputation to maintain too, the guests ones that would quite likely come back to visit the studs and lasses and more there. He didn't want to make the establishment look shoddy, especially when it was where he worked.

Hubris and Aelune, however, could only assure him that the party had been a raging success, the deer - well, unicorn-deer, as she was swift to correct anyone that dared claim otherwise - sitting beside him. So close that their bare thighs touched, her skirt a little shorter than what she would have usually worn, it was telling that she was so comfortable with the horse, though, to be fair, they had been friends for many years. More than friends on many occasions, in fact...

For his paws with the thick, hoof-like fingertips had slid down into the small of her back, holding her close as he sank his thick length into her folds, the pink of his shaft more than familiar with her folds. And that was before the darker grey at the base, past the roll of the medial ring, had even been reached. Aelune was not a deer to be outdone and took him all, every inch, whether they were fucking at home, a quickie out on a trip away somewhere... It didn't much matter to them.

She knew how the bay stallion looked when he was in the throes of orgasm, just how his cock pulsed inside her, the tip flaring seductively a few seconds before the point of no return. If she was careful, as deviously delightful as she was, she could hold him there, even while his shaft was filling her pussy so wonderfully, for longer, keeping him balanced where he could have cum or not. Always, however, it ended up with the stallion calling her bluff, pinning her down, using his strength against her to their mutual pleasure as he thrust and thrust, slamming into her with raw abandon to sweet, blissful completion.

"It all came together, hm?" She teased, her nose soft and quivering, a little more shaped than the muzzles of the equines. "See, I told you it would be fine. It's not the first fling you've thrown here. Tell him, Hubris."

The darker bay with a uniform shade to his muzzle did not have a black mane like Dal, but a brown one, though the difference in the shades gave him a lighter, gentler look to him. Not one to talk too much, he was different when it came to his friends, though it still took him a long time to get to know others, even as he "grew up". He'd thought things would be different after he got out of his teens, schooling and all that side - but some things about him had simply been how he was. And that was okay too. It was nice, for him and others, that both Dal and Aelune accepted him exactly as he was. There was something comfortable about that, as he sat on the other side of the Sika deer, his tail flicking back and forth, even as it rested half-trapped by his backside.

"Yeah, it was fantastic," he said easily, fishing for his drink and taking another mouthful of what he thought was just a coke, but turned out to be rum and lime...with coke. "I wish I'd come sooner!"

But life was busy and not everyone had the chance to enjoy things like friends and parties and get-togethers, even though that was not something that anyone should have become used to long-term. They were all working together on finding more free time for themselves and friends, all to their mutual benefit, for work and life balance was becoming more and more notable. It was just getting other organisations and companies to hop on board with it, which was not always easy. Dalarius was incredibly blessed and grateful for the fact that that had never, not even the once, been a problem at The Stables. The perks were just that, perks, and not excuses for bad behaviour, as had been the case in other, less sexual and fun places that he had worked.

Hubris took another drink, not minding the rum all that much. It went rather well with the lime, even though he had never had a drink quite like that... No, not in a few years. His head drifted lightly, softly, the tasteful, dim lighting of the function room exposing the buffet table that had been set up, the food and drinks that had flowed freely, though the bartender had left for the night. It was just the three of them left there and it was cosy, so very cosy, with Dalarius on one side of him and Aelune on the other.

Suddenly, the horse was conscious of the heat of their bodies, the deer stroking his mane, tenderly brushing it back from his face.

"Hubris," she said, an eyebrow raised. "When was the last time that you had some real fun?"

He started, eyes wide, nostrils flared. What on earth was that supposed to mean? Oh, she was direct, he'd always known that, though the mischief and the sparkle in her eyes hinted at more, something else other than a cheeky prod lurking under the surface. His breath quickened, but he shook his head, mane clinging to his damp neck. He hadn't realised that he was so warm.

"Er... Come on, Aelune."

He tried to laugh it off, shuffling back, though the deer closed the space between them again as if he had not wriggled back at all. That was strange, even as he brushed his mane away from his damp neck, looking for his drink, the edges of his senses comfortably fuzzy still. When had his glass gotten empty? Ah well.

"Yeah, you know I've got him, I've got my boyfriend, Anuzil," he said with a chuckling laugh that trembled over his lips. "But I didn't think... I'm not talking about that sort of thing with you!"

She giggled, walking her fingers up his chest. Oh, the horse was easy, too easy. She wouldn't have teased him so much if it was not as fun as he made it, Dalarius keeping a close eye on her, of course, to make sure that she did not go too far with poor Hubris, though it was not as if anyone there was there against their will. She had never gone too far, not even the once.

"Why don't I get you another drink, Hubris?"

It was not a question, though she put a swing in her hips as she walked away, leaving crackling tension, electric energy, hanging in the air in her wake. Hubris' eyes followed her too obviously, Dal nickering throatily, poking him in the side.

"Hey, earth to Hubris. Something got your eye there, bud?"

The stallion jumped and snorted, nostrils quivering, though it would have been foolish for him to deny that he had been starting at Aelune's arse. He'd been more and more interested in her lately, though had held back from doing anything. Besides, as he'd said, he had Anuzil and he was a very sweet dragon too. Wasn't that enough reason to hold back, even if he was...well...able to do it? Not that that had been discussed between them recently...

"Nah, it's all good."

He tried to be cool, tried to be calm, tried to be collected, though it just wasn't his thing. That was more Dal, the confident, suave version of Dalarius that had appeared after he'd begun his work at The Stables. In a way, he had really been able to bloom, though that in itself was a rather girly, feminine term to hold in mind, even if it was true. The slightly bigger stallion, his shoulders broader, the chest of his shirt more filled out with muscle, scooted in closer, shooting Hubris a conspiring grin.

"Hubris, you know she's teasing you, right?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, ruffling up his mane, ears slipping back.

"Er, yeah... But she's not gonna...you know..."

"Why not?"

Dal pressed the issue, forcing his friend, as comfortably as he could, to face his attraction. Not that Hubris honestly had to do anything about it, but, well, it was one of those things that was easier, all around, when one acknowledged it. Ignoring it only led to trouble and he should have been one to know that.

Before Hubris could answer, however, the deer came back, light on her cloven hooves as she pressed a cocktail glass into his paw.

"Especially made for you, honey," she said, her voice as smooth as silk winding around him, knotted in a flirty bow. "Drink up, I want to make sure you enjoy it."

She did not have to say anything special to assert her dominance, eyes dancing, a smile tugging at her lips, though Aelune kept her composure. Heat may have raged through her body, not drunk at all, but she knew what she wanted as she eased in closer, all as if she was snuggling.

Glug! Glug! Glug!

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She giggled as he chugged his drink a little too quickly, choked on it, spluttered, though she already had a tissue ready for him. Dalarius laughed, even as Hubris mopped up his shirt, muttering something under his breath that sounded like it could have been an apology.

"It's meant to go down your throat, Hubris. You know, like taking a..."

"Dal!" Aelune opened her eyes wide, bopping him on the nose, though her arm lay across Hubris' chest, even closer, his heartbeat racing. "Oh, you're so crude!"

Of course, she was cruder, but the play and the dance of attraction was too tempting for her to simply pass it up, not when it set her heart pounding, the fire of her lust racing. She could have called it a night, gone off with Dalarius and left Hubris somewhere comfy in one of the guest rooms to sleep it off, but, well... Maybe it had come about time to take things to the next level, to see how far that tentative, flirty attraction between them all went.

It would have been rude for her not to proposition Hubris, after all, wouldn't it?

"Hubris," she murmured, peering at him through her eyelashes, touched up with mascara so that her eyes were darker, smokier and even more seductive than she could naturally make them. "I know you were watching me. It's okay to want me, you know. It's okay to want Dal too. You haven't been as..." Oh, what was the word. "...As discreet as you've thought. But that's alright."

She rubbed his chest as the stallion flinched and shrank back, though his heart leapt and juddered like a caged bird.

"Oh, I..." He fumbled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Hubris."

He liked how his name sounded on her lips, eyes flicking between Dal and Aelune desperately, though not even Hubris could tell whether he was looking for an escape or the go-ahead to do what he'd been fantasising about for, perhaps, too long.

Aelune turned his muzzle gently but firmly with a finger. Where he wanted to turn his head away, the doe would not accept anything less.

"Come now..." She breathed. "You want me, you want us. Dal will do anything, you know how that colt is. Why not cut loose a little and see where your tastes lie? Just some fun for a night..."

The horse swallowed hard, shaking his head, though a moan broke his lips as Dal nickered. There was something in that nicker, something very male, more masculine than even Hubris thought he was. He hadn't always been attracted to Dal, that much was sure, but his change in stature, how he had seemed to carry himself a little stronger and taller, to know himself better than he even had before, after he'd started working at a job that brought out his best sides... Oh, the changes there had been alluring, drawing him in, his personality magnetic.

Dal knew it too, though he was glad that he had grown. No one said that anyone ever had to stop growing, but to take things a step further, his curiosity always there... That was the question and the answer was up in the air as Hubris squirmed between them, though the horse had not made any move to say "no" or to get them to leave him alone. On the contrary, Dalarius recognised the signs of someone who wanted something, but wasn't sure if they wanted it. And there was an easy answer to that...

"Come on, Hubris," Dal said, nudging his shoulder. "Why don't we call up the BF? If he's not down with it, we don't have to do anything, nothing at all. I mean, that should go without saying, but I wanted to make sure I said it clearly too!"

Consent was important, after all, and Hubris was swayed, clamping his tail down as his shaft thickened ever so lightly, tenderly within his sheath. It was difficult to not want the two of them when they looked at him with such lustful hunger in their eyes, as if they were predators and he was a feast to be devoured, though the Sika deer easing in closer to him, inch by inch, could not be ignored too.

"Hubris..."

She breathed, eyes alight, licking her lips, the force of her gaze intense, too intense. Hubris blinked, trying to look away, yet her stare dragged him back as she crawled over him, half in his lap, her paw resting on his thigh.

"Give him a call, Hubris," she murmured, though the request was phrased as a command. "Come on... See what he says. Though I really, _really_hope he says yes..."

There was no sense, after all, in her hiding what she wanted out of it. As forward as ever, she leaned in a little further, lightly allowing her breasts to brush his arm, not pushing beyond what would have normally been permitted, but showing him that things between them could escalate, if he wanted that too.

A little flirting, a little touching and a little teasing... Oh, that had all been on the cards before and open between Hubris and them, but he'd never quite taken it further. Not since he'd gotten together with Anuzil, that was, though he knew what an open mind he had. Aelune's fingers trailed up his thigh, kept a respectful distance from his crotch, though he didn't know whether to lean into it or not. His mind was at conflict with his body - and then even not all that much, not with how his sheath thickened even more, a little more of his shaft pushing softly out. The bulge at his crotch grew, not quite tenting out but so that his arousal could be seen for those that sought it out.

Dal smirked, though he didn't want to be rude, not even as Hubris blushed heavily, his lips quivering in the hint of a nicker. He wanted to give in so badly, but neither did Dalarius nor Aelune, of course, want to make him do anything that he didn't want to. That didn't change the fact, however, that Hubris was incredibly adorable.

"Uh... Dal..." Hubris blushed, rubbing the back of his neck as the deer pressed in even closer, her arms around him, though the kiss on his cheek lingered too long to be purely friendly. "Can I... Can I use your phone?"

"Sure thing, bud."

The stallion's fingers trembled on the touch screen, though he knew his boyfriend's number by heart. He didn't want to be left alone either for the phone call, quivering in place, even though he knew what a hitch they would put in his breath from being so close to him. With Dal on one side and Aelune on the other, though she was practically on top of him by that point, teasing and tempting, her shirt tugged a little lower, he didn't have a hope of resisting when his body screamed at him to give in.

A short call with tender kisses on his cheeks and neck making him moan. Anuzil had laughed at that, teasing him lightly, telling him that he was such a colt for being so easily swayed by that. It was cute, he'd said, adorable how he could tell how he wanted it so badly. But, of course, he could have some fun with them - it was not, after all, as if he didn't know Aelune and Dalarius, being that Hubris had been friends with the two of them for years already.

Who could have thought that one little phone call would have opened so many doors to them, Anuzil letting them know that they'd better "show him a good time and bring him home the next day ready to tell all", which they were more than happy to promise. Communication and openness were the orders of the day and secrets did not have to be held between lovers that trusted each other.

Dal grinned widely, his nostrils fluttering in a nicker.

"So... Hubris.... Fancy some fun?"

The horse groaned, head rolling back against the sofa as Aelune smirked and took his face between her paws. His agreement and wishes were lost in the kiss as her lips folded sensually against his, kissing him deeply, her tongue darting hungrily into his muzzle as he moaned and rocked up against her.

The deer's heart leapt and pounding, though Dal was there too, his paws on her, distracting her attention, her need going wild. As forward as she was, she could not pretend to be dominant where it came to sexual situations - well, not usually. Sure, she wanted to get things started and she enjoyed the thrill of the chase, being a temptress, luring in a partner, whether they were male, female or other, but when it came to sex... She groaned into the kiss, her head a little faint, feeling as if she would drift away if not for Dalarius' strong paws resting on her hips, keeping her in place.

"Mmm..."

Her heart pounded, rocking back as Dal pressed in, showing her his need. His shorts had been relaxed enough for a casual party, but they were suddenly very tight, showing the shape of his shaft through it as it slunk out demandingly. The thick rod of horse flesh pumped up full of blood, the head flat, seeking out space within his shorts to grow even as Aelune ground back against him.

"Mmmph... Fuck, Aelune..."

His ears twitched as he drew his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, stepping back off the sofa only briefly to yank his shorts off too, underwear catching on his growing shaft in his haste. Yet they had to be lost, the deer's shoulders bare and inviting as he pressed his nude body instantly back up against her, kissing that bare span of short fur, heart pounding, throbbing deliriously in his chest.

Just some fun... A little fun between friends. It had not been all that long since he had cum, for it was all part of his job too, of course, but it felt as if he had not gotten off in weeks, his dick aching, pulsing with every heartbeat as the life-giving organ sent blood to all the right parts of his body.

Dal snorted heavily, Aelune whimpering, her more submissive side pulling at her. Like with everyone, there were many sides to a single anthro, ready to relish in the seeds that she had sown, panting softly, her breasts rolling lightly with every gasp she snatched into her lungs.

"Ohhh..."

Clothes slipped off, the stallion taking control, taking the lead, easing her off the shoulder shirt off, though the straps of it were a little tangled. It was a good look on the doe, but it was an even better look on the ground, Aelune's breath coming in shorter, sharper pants, licking her lips, grinding down onto Hubris' growing bulge.

"Mmm..." Hubris blushed, though he did not pull away, relaxing a little more into the kiss, his lips questing down her neck, heart in his mouth.

Was he really going to do it? Oh, he had full liberty to, wanting to paint every moment of the night, as late as it was, into his mind, every inch of his body feeling more sensitive than it ever had been before. His senses appeared to have been sharpened, his petal-shaped ears twitching back and forth, straining to catch sounds that had never held so much poignance and importance to him.

The catch of Dal's breath.

How the stallion grunted.

Aelune's moans as she rocked back of him, standing only so that Dal could help her out of her skirt and panties, though they did not look as if they had covered up much.

Other senses came into play too, the glitter of lights, like starlight, strewn across the ceiling, how light reflected lightly off the windows as if they were entwined in another kind of reality there. The taste of Aelune's lipstick lingered on his lips as, without thinking, he licked his lips, tongue flickering out, a gentle swipe that captured her essence as an imprint on his mind forever.

The aroma of alcohol luxuriated too, even as they came for him, the two of them nude, though Hubris drank in the sight of their bodies as they were all the same. It was intoxicating, more so than any liquor, giving into his dreams, his fantasies. There was nothing there left to hold him back and a part of him even looked forward to talking to his boyfriend about what had happened, even if he had not done anything of sincere note yet.

You'd better give him a damn good story then, horse...

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Hubris grunted as they took control over him, double-teaming him, his shirt easing up, over his head, exposing the brown of his chest. He didn't have the lighter front to his body like Dal had, differentiating them easily even in the lower light, snorting, shaking his head, senses reeling. The scent of Dal's aftershave, or perhaps a posher EDT scent, drew him in, a hint of spice and earth, something that was almost musky, a feral edge to it. He snorted, his cock throbbing, Aelune drawing his shorts down, though they had been a little longer and more modest than Dal's for the warmth of the summer party.

They wouldn't be needed anymore. In fact, no clothing at all would be needed between them for the rest of the starry night, struck through with lust, a moan on his lips as Aelune slipped to her knees between his legs. His cock throbbed, aching to full hardness, twitching and drooling, as large as Dal's though it was a darker, more uniform shade. Mottled cocks, as kinky as many found them on horse anthros, were not all that common, or came with a touch of speckling. If one peered closely at his shaft, they could have found the faintest variance in the shade down past his medial ring, though the natural hues of his body did not draw attention to that.

"Mm..." Aelune murmured her appreciation, savouring him, now that she had the stallion exactly where she wanted him. "I knew you'd feel this good... So firm..."

She squeezed him, her fingers not quite able to fold all the way around his thick length, though her pussy blossomed with heat at the thought of taking him, as large as the horses were. It was not as if a lady could not take something like that if only they prepared a little and she was more than prepared, her juices flowing freely. Her pussy was already slick and wet, her fingers dipping between her thighs even as she lapped sensually up the side of Hubris's shaft.

She didn't ask for permission, though she did keep an eye on him, relishing in the moment that his head fell back, unable to contain his lust as he trembled. The equine snorted, Dal kissing his neck, licking and nibbling, leaving love bites in the wake of his eager, questing teeth.

"Oh... Oh, that feels..."

"Let us take care of you, sweetie."

Aelune murmured, knowing just what was needed even as she so very sweetly serviced Hubris's shaft, her tongue flickering over the medial ring, feeling just how the shift in flesh gave the impression that it was pulsing under her tongue. She moaned, nosing at the tip, her soft, moist nose curious for sensation, the stallion's shudder telling her that she was more than on the right track.

"Mmmph..."

Her lips parted around him, but Dal was not to be outdone, not in the slightest, the stallion dropping to his knees beside her, sharing a cheeky grin. Though that was not all that the stallion would be sharing with Aelune as he lapped up the other side of Hubris's shaft, trying to get his lips around it while she was tasting the horse for the first time.

Dal snorted, tail swishing, his cock throbbing with lust, each little twitch and jerk of engorged, swollen flesh splattering a little pre-cum up against his stomach. It was easy to lose control of himself when he was in a situation like that, though that most often ended up in a very happy client at The Stables, bent over and pounded as they cried out his name through orgasm. Sex was all about control and the loss of it, whether the furs involved knew and understood that or not, snorting heavily, grunting and grinding, his hips wanting to thrust, even then, of their own accord.

Yet there would never be anything quite like sharing and suckling on a delicious length of cock, not to Dal, even though the horse in question enjoyed the attention of ladies and guys alike. There was never any sense, at least not to him, in holding back when pleasures could be leaned into, his lips and tongue leaving a slick, wet trail of saliva in his wake as he savoured the taste of Hubris's shaft.

They moaned together, hips rising, though it was Hubris that shuddered, thrusting, losing sense of himself in the moment. Yet he did not have to worry about anything at all while he had the two of them there to work him over, to tease him, Aelune allowing Dal to take precedence over the tip of Hubris' cock. The stallion growled like a predator, his black tail lashing the air in his excitement as he took the thick length of Hubris' cock into his muzzle.

Hubris' head swam. Down and down and down the horse went, his velvety lips folding over the medial ring, suckling sweetly. He cradled Hubris' cock on his tongue as if it was far more delicate than it was, savouring the taste and thanking his lack of a gag reflex as he took it into his throat. Dal didn't think he'd ever get tired at all of giving head, much less when he could please his friends as much as they pleased him.

It was a give and take relationship, of course, all in equal measures there. But Dal always had liked to give more than he took. That was simply the kind of stallion he was.

Aelune, however, was needier than ever, hardly able to believe her luck, that the stars had aligned on the sofa there of all nights. Her heart pounded and she laid back herself on the sofa, spreading her legs, the soft, comfortable leather conforming to the shape of her body.

"You guys sure do put on a good show," she teased them, fingers dipping sensually between her thighs as she showed off how wet Hubris had made her, how her sex glistened with her dew. "But who's going to be stud enough to fill me? Mmmph..."

Her fingers slipped inside her, Dal's ears flicking in her direction, the stallion caught up in the moment. How could he be so torn between a stallion and a doe was beyond him, though even the sparkling lights glinting off Aelune's horn made her seem more mystical and ethereal than she was. Oh, the deer could turn heads and melt hearts, but he had heard her squeal out in lust under him, his length pounding into her pussy as she squeezed around him, too many times over to fall for her tricks.

No... She would wait. He smirked inwardly, suckling all the way down to Hubris' sheath, easing it back with his dextrous lips. She would wait and she would stew, steaming, working herself up into a frenzy. She'd be laid out before one of them, it didn't matter who, in no time.

But Hubris was not clued in on that, his head spinning with lust. Although he had left his glasses on, he could see more or less without them - only things would have a blurry, fuzzy edge to them like the early seasons of that popular show his partner liked so much. Maybe they'd have to come off, but there was a greedy part of him, not a part that he allowed out to play all that often, that lusted for it all, that wanted to suck down and drink in every last tiny little detail, all so that he could enjoy it even more.

It was like a dream and yet one that the stallion was wholly present in as, with a shaking paw, he rested his fingers on the top of Dal's head. He was not the sort of stallion that would thrust and pound, driving into Dalarius' throat, though he could imagine it, sensations overwhelming him as that thick, fleshy equine tongue did wonderful things to him. The stallion hardly even had to suckle to please him, Hubris snorting, nostrils flaring, puckering, need overwhelming him.

And then there was Aelune, the seductress of a deer that he had watched, in that intimate fashion, from afar, admiring her curves but knowing that there was nothing he could do there. Even the flick of her tail, a little thicker and longer than most other deer, the red and the fallow deer, that he knew, had seemed to draw him in. Well, what he had thought he'd "known" had very much been incorrect - so what did that mean for the rest of things that Hubris had taken as the truth beforehand?

Maybe everything was possible and maybe that was why he drew on a scrap of boldness deep within him, reaching for Aelune. The doe moaned, taking his paw readily, close enough that he could stroke her legs, sliding his fingers down her thighs.

"Mm, that's right," she whimpered, though her voice quivered as if she was slipping from the tenaciously forward position already that she had held in tempting him. "Oh, you've made me so hot waiting for this, stud."

Stud...

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Oh, he liked being called that. He liked it very much, in fact, puffing up his chest a little bit, licking his lips, his fingers memorising the thickness of her thighs, the strength behind the softness of them. It had been a long time since he'd been with a lady too and he wanted to enjoy every last moment of the dream that was not a dream, tracing the outline of her folds as Aelune grunted, lips parting, licking them. Yet she could not hold off her need for too long, grabbing his paw and pressing it into the heat of her cunny, dampness seeping into the light hair that covered his digits and palm.

"Oh... God..."

Crying out to no watching deities would not stop her lust from rising, heat curling up inside her. The "teaser" had well and truly become the "teased" as he slipped his fingers into her pussy. The doe arched and tried to lift her hips, tail twitching back and forth, though it was the heat of her that seemed to suck in the horse more and more, sliding one finger into her up to the knuckle as she panted and moaned.

The horse licked his lips, eyes alight. If only he could reach her breasts, but he didn't want to dislodge Dal either, so close to cumming, his flare starting to swell, bit by bit, as Dalarius deepthroated his cock, rising and falling fluidly and seamlessly on his length. It was a blowjob that the working stallion could be more than proud of, giving all that he wanted as he offered up even more, sharing and giving while Hubris' shaft throbbed.

He couldn't hold it, pre-cum oozing more and more viscously from the tip of his cock, a stream that no one could hold back, not in a moment like that. Aelune's cries filled the air, the softer music from the end of the party, once again, playing in the background, though they would only find out later that that was because one of them had sat on the remote. Nobody cared enough anyway to change it as their cries of passion and lust mingled, winding together into a song that no one else but them could replicate.

As he balanced on the edge of orgasm, things ramped up. Dalarius was too skilled to let Hubris slip over the edge just yet, when he could enjoy something more passionate still if only he held back for just a little bit longer. The stallion whined as Dal pulled back, licking his lips, a drop of pre-cum clinging to the inside of his upper lip, need coursing through him with every pump of blood.

"Come on, Hubris, don't keep a lady waiting..."

Dal teased, pushing the stallion over Aelune, though he pressed them on, lightly controlling things. Of course, he remained firmly on top for the moment, the one who had taken over orchestrating everything, as much as his need flared up, like the thick, swollen flare at the head of his cock. Cumming without even using his paws to stimulate himself had become a special trick of his, though he didn't quite yet want to paint anyone's body in cum.

No... No, that would be for the grand finale, when their lusts were so high that no one could bear going without the splashing load of thick cream for a single moment longer. The stud stallion smirked, his tail flicking up a notch higher, though that time was not to expose himself. That was merely out of pride for being as damn good at what he did as he was.

Hubris snorted, the doe laid out before him, begging him into her with her eyes, her arms wrapping around him as he covered her body with his. He was not in control of himself as his cock ached and throbbed, though Dal loomed over him, helping him line up his cock. Not for any reason there, but merely to get his paw on the sexy colt's shaft all over again, stealing a little cheeky grope and a tease as Hubris shuddered and nickered.

"Ohhhh..."

But he needed no more "help" than that as he pushed into Aelune, finally fucking his first partner since he'd gotten together with Anuzil, though it was going to be a story and a half to tell when he got home! He hoped his boyfriend would enjoy it, though he was grateful for the chance too, lusting for it all, snorting, heaving, head hanging as his shoulders rounded.

"Oh, god... So tight..."

"Different to a tail hole, isn't it?"

Dal leaned over him, resting his chin on Hubris' shoulder, getting the best kind of view, even if his lust too was to be sated. Hubris might not have had a lady for some time, but Dal had a fresh bud of a tail hole waiting for him as Hubris' thick, brown tail swished back and forth, pushing back up against his lower stomach.

The first Hubris knew of Dal taking him was an inviting pressure, his body responding, for that was something that he had enjoyed time after time before with his partner, other partners too. He moaned out loud, pinned between the two of them, Aelune clinging to him and burying her muzzle in the crook of his neck, losing herself in the moment as orgasm took her.

And he felt everything, her pussy milking him, the contractions rippling, though they were erratic, as if even her body was lacking control after he had always thought of her as so poised and, well, in control. Dal grunted, spearing deeper, taking it slowly but insistently, pushing further and further into Hubris' backside as his cock burrowed its way to where it belonged. Each thrust of his pushed the bay stallion deeper into Aelune, controlling his thrusts even then as the doe cried out for more, always more.

Yet all she could do under them was allow submission to take her gently and sweetly into her arms, in her rightful sexual place on the bottom. Well, she could play with all roles, exactly as she pleased, but it simply felt right to be there, to feel the sensual power of the stallions above her. They sweated lightly, hides glistening with it, slick and damp as she held on tightly to Hubris, her anchor in a storm of lust as thrust after thrust of his cock, dictated by Dal, filled her.

"Ah..." She moaned, fighting for words, eyes half-lidded, cupping Hubris' face. "That must feel...mmm...so good...hm? Pinned... Fucked... Used..."

She taunted and teased him as the stallion shook his head, yet that would not be enough to relieve tension, his back trying to round even as Dalarius held him tightly in place. Each thrust that rocked through the stallion in the middle's body powered into Aelune too as the doe exulted in it, the heaving mass of their muscle, how their manes flicked from one side of their necks to the other with the slightest tilt and turn of their heads. Except where they clung in the perspiration of male lust, however, her tongue pushing out lightly over her lower lip as she whimpered and moaned, her pussy tightening all over again as her body ached for another orgasm.

One, for her, would never be enough, not as she ran her paws down Hubris' chest, exploring the shape of him, how his shoulders were smaller than Dal's, his nipples a darker shade and almost completely hidden in the short hair of his chest. She could still tweak them, however, playing her fingers around them as the stallion snorted and nickered, head shooting up and eyes wide. That, most certainly, had not been a sensation that he'd been expecting.

Yet it was too much for him as Dal pounded his backside, his flare thickening to its fullest extent within Aelune's pussy, screaming out a stallion's whinny of delight as orgasm took him. It should have been a moment of power for him and yet it was pure pleasure that washed through him, taking and taking and finding no notable distinction between them. All that mattered between the three of them as ropes of thick stallion seed flooded the deer's cunny was that they were enjoying themselves.

Dalarius sighed, ears slipping back, his nose quivering, all the tiny muscles there that showed expression and tension and more easing as, finally, he could allow himself to go. Under him, Hubris' glutes tensed, revealing his orgasm even before that ear-splitting whinny had sliced through the air in a vocal demonstration of delight, grinding in, using every inch of thick stallion cock that he had at his disposal. Hubris' body shook under him as Dal grunted, showing them why he had become a stud stallion, why he was now as in demand as Malcolm, the slap of his hips on Hubris' buttocks echoing through the room.

Yet it was the power of his orgasm that shocked them all, his nuts aching, churning, seed so very desperate to be spilt that it could not be contained for a single heartbeat more. With a bellow of a roar that was more feral than anything Hubris or Aelune could have dredged up from their most carnal beings, thick cream pouring forth. He was relentless in the power of his orgasm, thrust after thrust spending itself deep inside Hubris, the stallion's ring clenching and flexing around him as if he was trying to milk him. Even that pulse of the colt's body was involuntary, panting through his orgasm, open-mouthed and yet snorting as his nostrils puckered with each breath that he dragged into his lungs.

"Oh... Ohhh, fuck..."

"Mmm, easy there..."

Dal snorted, nuzzling into Hubris' mane, kissing and nibbling, finding the arch of his cresty neck and nipping more firmly. There would be a love bite left there come the next morning, but Hubris would not realise that it was there and back home, the mark pointed out for him.

All three of them rested there as Dal spent himself, filling his partner's backside while Hubris' tail flicked up against his lower abdomen. Aelune moaned on the bottom, coming back to herself after a second orgasm, rocking her hips up, though she couldn't quite get her legs tight around Hubris' waist with Dal above him. That was one of the only problems of a threesome, when three bodies came together in lust and passion, all needing to find space to work with each other.

Dal's shaft softened, however, letting him more easily drawn out of Hubris' tail hole as the stallion trembled. Aelune put her paws back behind her head, nose twitching, a smile pulling at her lips.

"Mmm... Never thought I'd manage to get both of my boys in the same room like this..."

Hubris chuckled, startled by the sound of his own amusement as Dal slipped from him, giving him a sweet kiss on the shoulder as he drew back. Together, he and Aelune reacquainted themselves with the sofa, sprawling out, her head on his chest while she was close enough for him to sweep his paws down her back and over her chest.

The stallion nickered throatily while Dalarius left the room briefly, supposedly to fresh up, though Hubris didn't have the energy in him to do something that energetic, not yet. It was better to lie there, exchanging soft, sweet kisses with Aelune, enjoying the moments after sex and orgasm as much as the act itself. Sometimes, it was not all about the thrust and grind, but something lighter, something that would linger as an after-image even after the act itself was done.

It was not the end, however, not as Aelune allowed him to nuzzle into his breasts, exploring her body in turn. She moaned softly, his lips closing around a nipple, tugging and teasing lightly.

"Oh... That feels good... You can go a little harder, hon, you won't break me."

She could like a rougher touch from time to time, but that was all well and good, as long as they were enjoying themselves, her body soft and warm after two climaxes. Oh, she was lucky, very lucky, though there was a part of her too that longed for all to continue, for the night not to be done just yet, even though the hour was quite late. Or early, depending on how one looked at it.

That moment, however, was for them, a warm, soothing rise of lust to shroud them in as Aelune grunted, rolling her chest up against them. She moaned, winding her fingers through his mane, holding his head there, the softness of her breasts pressing up against his.

"Ah, yes... Yes, just like that..."

His tongue flickered out without her bidding him to as he lapped curiously over her nipples, testing her sensitivity, swapping from breast to breast as he adored every part of her. Oh, that was something different, something very different to his usual indeed, ears slipping back submissively, though he felt as if he was coming more and more into himself. It was comfortable there, teasing her breasts, his fingers digging softly into the warm flesh of them, needing it, wanting it, yet finally able to take and share it for himself too.

The clip-clop of hooves had him looking up, though Dal was barefoot, no shoes on to soften the smart clip of his hard hooves on the high-quality wooden floors. Dalarius said that he was going to have similar floors put in at least the downstairs of his own house, though that was far too mature a thought to have when he had been so into having fun in life and not really thinking about the everyday boring things. He'd changed, though that was not entirely a bad thing when his sense of self and fun was retained.

There was space for everything there.

"Hey, Hubris... You seen these?"

Dal teased, strutting out of the work quarters, though they were set up similar to a line of hotel rooms, all very comfortable and clean, with a blue and white jockstrap on. The colouring highlighted the shades of his coat nicely and framed his arse, leaving his tail hole easy to access. In his paw, he held another one, a yellow one, that he "pinged" at Hubris off his finger, as if he was firing a slingshot.

Yet, to his admiration and surprise, the horse's paw shot out as he snatched it from the air, ears pricked upright and nostrils whuffling softly already. He inhaled deeply, though the jockstrap was fresh and clean, not even tainted ever so alluringly with the musk of a stallion, which was a shame, at least for him.

"Hey, if you wanted something a little kinkier, you could have told me anytime," Dal teased, strutting his stuff, his sheath and balls filling out the front of the jockstrap nicely, a bulge that begged teasing and pleasing. "I could get you one after I've gone to the gym or Aelune's panties after I've fucked her... She says she leaks all day long if I mount her in the morning!"

"Hey, shut up!"

Not the best comeback, though they all laughed, even as Aelune grumbled and crossed her arms over her breasts. It was all in good fun, however, and it was no secret in how often she and Dal had their fun. She sat up, admiring the view, Hubris slipping on the yellow jockstrap too.

"Ohhh..."

Dal grinned.

"See - I knew that would look perfect on you!"

It was, it really was, though Hubris' shaft had not retreated fully into his sheath, leaving a thicker, meatier bulge in the front of his underwear. He grunted, shaking his head, mane clinging still very lightly to the side of his neck, need rising, his cock looking strangely more appealing. Yet it was there for the look, the fun of the moment, Dal sashaying up to him with a flirty look on his muzzle and grunting as he swished his tail.

"But you just make me want to take these off again..."

They had not yet kissed, Dal turning Hubris' muzzle to his so that their lips could meat, bulges pushing together, humping and grinding, following the paths of lust that had dictated the way for stallion-kind for so very many years. Aelune was treated to a show that she lusted for as she moaned, fingers brushing her clit, though she didn't want to tease it too firmly, not when she was surely going to have her fun with one or both again very soon.

Yet Dal softened, letting Hubris find himself a little more again, taking the lead, even though it was Dal who allowed it. He could have just as easily pinned Hubris down and slammed into him all over again and they would have loved it - but Dal had never been intended to be a top and only a top.

There was more fun to be had in swinging both ways, in taking the fun all the way, growling in the back of his throat, tongues battling playfully between their muzzles. They were evenly matched in height between one another, though not when it came to Aelune, the doe standing, much shorter than them as she stretched her arms out over her head.

"I don't know about you too but I'm going to stretch out on the bed," she murmured, flicking her tail, giving them a good view of her backside as the stallions didn't know whether to look or to keep kissing as deeply as they had been. "You can join me... I'm sure I'll have my fun, either way, boys."

Of course, it was just a tease. A flirty flick of her tail to show the cum dripping from her pussy and, well, they were lost to her, the studs in their sexy jockstraps, grinding their bulges against one another. Dal's shaft had pushed out again, soft and yet creating a thicker bulge there, Hubris' fingers brushing it reverently.

The seductress of the doe led them to the bedroom, however, their hearts pounding, exchanging knowing looks with one another, though Dal was careful to let Hubris go one step ahead. When he'd ducked away, he'd lubricated his tail hole with a little high-quality water-based lubricant, popping into the bathroom, but Hubris didn't know that when all Dal planned was to end up under him very shortly.

The stallions tumbled onto the bed together, giggling and kissing, lust shared between their muzzles as Aelune tutted and rolled her eyes. Though there was still stallion cream leaking from her pussy, Dal eagerly shoved his muzzle down there, pushing his tongue into her and lapping up, swirling his tongue around her clit.

"Ohhhh, yes..."

Aelune arched into the touch of Dal's tongue. Damn, was there anyone better at eating out a lady than him? It was a crude term too, to be eaten out, but nothing was more apt for his tongue slurping up inside her, tasting her, expertly seeking out her G-spot. An equine's tongue was thick and fleshy enough to curl up against it, though couldn't go as deep as something like a canine's though she wouldn't have had anyone else.

The stallion, however, had more in mind than merely delving into her sweetness. That had been done time after time before, but his heart pounded, wanting to put on a show for the doe too, her tail flicking under her buttocks as she planted her hooves into the bed, which was Dal's when he was staying there, and arched up to his muzzle. Dal groaned passionately, cupping her arse, his large paws covering a chunk of her flesh, tongue dragging over her tail hole and pussy with every lap.

No part of her was to go without due adoration as he sensed eyes on him, raking over his body, though he would not have said that he was being undressed, not in the slightest, not as his bare buttocks ground back, giving Hubris the best show that he could possibly hope for. His tail hole clenched and puckered as he tightened and released, grunting into Aelune's pussy, more than filing out and straining his jockstrap with his lust. It would have been easy to slip it off, but it was hotter still to keep it on as, finally, a pair of curious paws landed on his backside.

"Mmmph..."

Hubris had not been able to help himself, not at all, not as Dalarius' buttocks ground and rocked back so temptingly, like a stallion being mounted. Even though Dal was more muscled, just a little, than he was, he wondered if he looked like that when he was being fucked, if his muscles tensed in quite the same way, mane splayed out and down his neck in that sexy, come-hither bed head of a sex session. There was little he liked more than that sleepily lustful look, the fur involved only just having tumbled out of bed, moaning as they were fucked and taken.

But Dal wasn't going to let him get away with just looking, groping and squeezing, not even as the stallion more boldly pressed his fingers into the front of the jockstrap, reaching between Dal's legs to get there.

"Come on, Hubris..." Dal snorted, wiggling his buttocks back at the bay stallion temptingly, his bulge growing and growing. "You know you want to take a ride... This was never about only going one way for you."

Hubris snorted. What, really? Could he do that? He was a switch, but one that was more confident in topping, well, when he'd known a partner for a long time, like his boyfriend and those that had gone before, of course, in other relationships too. Yet his eyes locked onto the stallion's round, tight buttocks as if he was zeroing in on a target, goaded on by their cries and moans, Dal's nickers.

Could he make the stallion groan like Dal had had him moaning by plugging that tight stallion doughnut?

One night for fun, though hopefully not the last of what was to come. He could do it, didn't have to do anything more than what was offered if he wanted. Hubris' cock pushed out of his jockstrap as he tugged it down, a little musky and sweaty from the heat of his body, even after only wearing it for a short time. His balls were left tugged away as he allowed his meat to swell to its full length.

Dal's tail hole tempted him and he pressed in, hardly able to believe what he was doing, that he was getting a second round, the alcohol that he had drunk just before they'd gotten started working even more strongly through his system. It had taken a while to kick in, of course, lending a softer, otherworldly, dreamlike air to the entire experience. The tenor of Aelune's moans drew him in and he moaned in time with her as he bore into Dal's backside. Only later would it come out that Dalarius had pre-lubed himself, Aelune squealing and slapping his arm with laughter while Hubris pretended to be betrayed. It didn't suit him all that much, to be fair, as a look.

But he could not think of anything else other than Dal as he pressed in, his cock throbbing, aching as if he had not cum in weeks, let alone what had to be less than half an hour, if even that, ago. It was no time at all and yet the two of them had him hard and randy again, snorting, huffing, grunting, a younger stud than he actually was powering into Dal's backside, the slick hole wrapped around him more tightly than he could ever remember feeling in the heat of sex.

On the bottom, Aelune luxuriated in every moment, her tail flicking, ears twitching, capturing everything for later. Not even her lips parted in a moan would seduce or silence away the heady, masculine grunts of the stallions about her, Dal pressed up into her pussy, slurping away, his tongue finding her clit once more and bearing down as she squirmed and panted.

"Yes... Ohhh..."

It was good, so very good, her body quivering under him, though she felt like she was floating on air, even if present in the moment too. Dalarius' tongue was just that good in how he expertly flicked it over her clit, applying more pressure for just a moment - right up to the point where she thought she could not bear it any longer. It was not about being harder for longer spans of time, after all, but playing back and forth with the tease and the pleasure, offering up different sensations, until the deer clung to him and howled out the delight of her orgasm.

She panted, heaving, breasts rolling with every snatched breath she dragged into her lungs. Her thighs squeezed around his head, but Aelune didn't feel as if she was consciously in control of her body, her lips parted, a cry that did not sound as if it was coming from her lips breaking free. But it was her, every last bit of it, her body dampening lightly with perspiration, the heat of the moment smouldering between them.

Dalarius grunted into her pussy, nostrils fluttering, though her fingers closing in his mane and forelock, demanding more, wouldn't accept anything less from him. Her juices painted his muzzle as the stallion lapped up into her all the more eagerly, snorting and puffing lightly, lust getting the better of him. The only distraction to him pleasing her was

Slowly, very slowly... Hubris found who he was meant to be. Not just in a stallion fucking another stallion or a doe, no, of course not, but a little bit, just a tiny little bit of confidence that really should have been there all along. It was not that anything had happened to him to make it so that confidence had not been as important as anything else, yet it had softened, slipped away, made him feel less than he was.

Standing over Dal, admiring the firm round of muscle in his backside, he felt like every bit of the stud stallion, at least in play, that he had wanted to be. He'd thought he could not keep up with them - and now look at him! Hubris snorted, a genuine grin tugging at his lips, glasses slipping a little, though seeing clearly through them didn't even seem to matter all that much anymore. He could "see" by touch and feel, even though his eyesight was not all that bad, he'd only felt more comfortable wearing them.

Even little things like that could end up being a security blanket if one allowed them to be. But the security of something that was no longer needed could always be set aside, when the time was right.

Dal's arse clenched around him as the stallion swelled into the jockstrap under him, admiring the shape of him, his form, even how the underwear cupped his nuts. Hubris could not lean too far over Dalarius for he might have tipped onto Aelune and the bed, such was the angle of their bodies, but he could reach his crotch, squeezing and rolling the flat of his paw over Dal's cock and balls. They were so beautiful and glorious cradled by the jockstrap that it would have been a crime to ignore them, the stud of a stallion nickering throatily under him, nostrils quivering.

He was right where he wanted to be, however, though he had not expected any of it to feel as good as it did. Oh, he was going to have some stories to tell and Hubris could not help but grin even more widely as he powered into Dal, the slap of his hips on the stallion's arse rising. He could not completely overpower Aelune's moans, but he was not there to do that, not as his skin prickled, pleasure washing through him, thrust after thrust.

The grind of thrusts powering deeply up into Dal's arse was hypnotic in a way, even as Dal jumped and shuddered, nearly on the edge of creaming in his jockstrap, as hot a thought as that would be. Yet Hubris could not and would not stop, not as their snorts and mixed cries filled the air, rocking their hips together, moments not quite bringing them together in perfect synchronisation but damn close enough to feel as if the moment was something of a dream.

Perfect, too perfect, the feel of Hubris speeding up behind him, the solid thwap of the stallion's body connecting with his with every stroke... Dal caught his breath, even as he worked furiously at bringing Aelune to another orgasm, his tail flagged high, exposing himself for Hubris. He wanted to say something, do something, all to encourage the stallion on in some way, even as his light domination over Aelune was further enhanced by him bringing her closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm. For ladies, that kind of playful control came more often from giving them so much pleasure that they did not feel like they could control themselves anymore, taking and mounting, while with guys it was a touch about denial too, being driven mad with lust. Aelune was no different, though he knew just how she could groan when pinned over the arm of the sofa too and fucked until all she could make were incoherent yowls after multiple orgasms.

Different strokes for different folks... The deer gasped and panted, everything getting too much of her, the cord of tightness drawing taut within her, something that she could not and would not control. That was not for her, but for the studs, for her boys, the two that she had lovingly drawn into her grasp, though she didn't have breath in her lungs to scream out their names, not as another orgasm hit her.

Slipping down and down and down, even her extremities warm with the heat and passion of orgasm, she howled, panting, heaving, her breath catching, though she wouldn't have wanted Dal to let up off her clit for any manner of relief. No, the relief for the panting, whimpering doe, lost in lust, was the feel of his soft, velvety muzzle and lips against her folds, squeezing her thighs around his head, locking her ankles somewhere back behind his shoulders. The stallion juddered against her as Hubris pounded him, the stallion finding more confidence in himself than ever before, yet her mind was swamped with so much pleasure that it was a surprise even to Aelune that she managed to see that.

Dalarius could not hold off, however, Hubris grinding in hard and fast as his flare swelled, deliciously tugging and pulling at Dal's backside, using a good half of his dick for every stroke. Yet it was when the other stallion slammed in with shorter, sharper, more desperate thrusts than ever that he lost control, screaming out his lust into the deer's pussy as she rocked up against him, using his own body for leverage, the three of them caught up in one great big tangle of lust.

Dal climaxed hard, his cum pouring into the jockstrap, easily soaking the front as if he was hosing it down, cream dripping, though the slickness within his underwear was exquisite in a way that he had not experienced before. Like being a colt all over again and losing control of himself in a way that he had not expected, whimpering, grunting, his tail flagging as he bore back against Hubris' studly slams.

Hubris did not need to slow, not as he climaxed hard, a shrill whinny cutting through the air, overriding their moans, their cries, their guttural grunts and groans. In that moment, he was not entirely with himself, his paw wet from the dripping lust of Dalarius' climax, heaving, panting, snorting and moaning deeper and deeper as he let his whinny fall. Rope after rope of thick stallion cum, more potent and virile than ever, poured into Dal's unprotected backside, though it was not as if either of them would have wanted to protect it, not with the pleasure that rolled forth, coursing through all three of them at once.

Maybe it was how their orgasms had come together so swiftly, almost in unison, that had them collapsing on the bed, Dal's torso smooshed down onto the soft, good quality sheets and duvet, though a good part of them was already soaked in Aelune's juices. The doe panted and moaned, her lips quivering as she tried to come back to herself, blinking as if coming up from being deep underwater. Yet it was not so easy to come back to reality after the force of an orgasm like that as Dal nuzzled her thighs, laying them as gently down onto the bed as he could, a grin stretching his lips.

"Welcome back, sunshine..."

Aelune groaned.

"Yeah... Huff... God, stud..."

It was cute, a little tease to call him stud, but it was all in good fun, just a word that made them chuckle, even if Dal's cock did not soften. The stallion groaned as Hubris emptied his nuts inside him, cum splashing up within his tail hole, though he was glad that he had lubricated his arse a little earlier, considering how hard the stallion had gone. Even where it was not necessary, it was something that made the lust of that kind of rougher play easier, for which he was all for.

Hubris grunted, pulling out, his cock aching, though it softened a little, needing respite after two hard orgasms not all that far apart. He helped Dal out of his jockstrap, the stallions sprawling out on the bed together, though Hubris cheekily held Dal's underwear to his face, just for a moment.

"Mmm..."

It was a silly thing to do, but pretty hot too for those so inclined, the stallions grunting and panting a little, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in breath after breath of Dal's muskier, cum-stained underwear. The jockstrap was surely ruined after a load like that, though no one cared, Aelune rising slowly, with a groan, her expression softened in a smile.

"I'll just go get you boys some water, hm?"

There was no question about her not looking after them, not as was her way, Dal resting his head on Hubris' chest for a moment, lips quivering in a chuckle.

"Sure is nice to watch her walk away..."

If Aelune heard them as she disappeared around the door to the bedroom, she didn't react, humming a tune to herself as she headed to the kitchen on wobbly legs. It was a bit further down the hallway, away from the function room, kind of all set out as if it was a large house, though she would have to push Dal to get a place like it one day. The stallion just didn't know what to do with the money he earned, hoarding and saving a great deal of it, while some went on luxuries and...that was about it. His accommodation was not far away from The Stables, but it was still a place that he had confessed did not quite feel like home to him.

Soon, she would see that he was set up well and comfortable, but sometimes it was a lady who had to point that out - at least in her opinion. The tap gushed as she filled three glasses, pausing only to glug down one of them, thirstier than she realised. Outside the window, dawn painted the sky a lighter and lighter shade, though the grasp of the night was still well and truly across the fields, to the hills that framed the far horizon. She sighed, shivering a little. It was one of the most peaceful spots there that she knew.

"Mmm..."

She leaned back into the firm, strong body of a stallion, though she did not care who, not as both Hubris and Dal together wrapped their arms around her, holding her close, their cocks half-hard or fully hard, though her mind darted between the two of them.

"And I thought you weren't going to follow little old me..."

Aelune licked her lips, tail flicking up as if it should never have been held down in the first place. It was easy to fall into her place there, with them, though she'd never thought that Hubris would excite that side of her so much. Where she wanted to take care of them, she wanted to be on her knees before them, servicing them, even more, taking her pleasure in heaping doses while they filled her with their cream.

Sometimes, what one wanted changed from day to day too and that was quite okay, her stallions naked there before her. Yet, that time, Aelune knew exactly what she wanted, tingling through her entire body right up to the base of her horn. Nipping at her lower lip, she hid a smile, as difficult as that was as she broke free of them.

She only needed a suitable "stage" to lay herself out on top of for them...

Ah... That'll do.

"Come on, boys..." She almost purred, stretching out her arms over her head as she stretched forward sensually over the kitchen table, her breasts pressing to the smooth, comfortable wood. "You know you want it... But which of you is going to be stud enough to take me?"

It was a challenge, but not one that the increasingly submissive Aelune should have presented to them, the stallions exchanging a look, smirks on their lips.

"Oh, I don't know..." Dalarius pretended to consider it, his cock out, thickening, even though it had not even retreated into his sheath between sessions. "I don't know if I'm big enough to take you..."

Aelune snorted, but Hubris' nicker was what had them giggling like youngsters all over again, Aelune flicking her tail up a notch higher so that her cream-stained folds and the damp insides of her thighs could not possibly be missed. Her body was on show for everyone to enjoy and she would have the guys any way she wanted, even if her pussy ached without a cock to fill it.

Yet what she did not expect was Hubris to take her, standing behind her, covering her body with his as his chest pressed to her back. She squealed, but he did not press into her right there and then, not as Dal slurped along his cock, playing at getting him ready for her, even if there was no real need for that. Not with Hubris' cock already so hard and throbbing, after all, Dal slurping it into his mouth, tenderly suckling on the half-formed flare, as if Hubris was already good to go again.

Dal, after all, was not there to top and only that, taking a submissive lean under Hubris, though he was curious too what the stallion would bring out for him to play with, what his inclinations were. He didn't know much about that side of his friend, even though he'd learned more about him that he had ever thought possible that night, dawn touching the horizon. No one would bother them out there, however, with all the facilities at their disposal, his skin tingling with intoxicating heat as he considered just what more could lie ahead.

The night, or the morning, was far from over. She seemed so much smaller under Hubris than before, the stallions a good deal taller, yet it was their positions that made it hotter and kinkier than before, Dal sucking down his friend's cock, preparing him, loudly and lewdly lapping at it. He did not make any secret of the fact of how much he loved to give head, tenderly taking his dick into his mouth past the medial ring and suckling on it. Truly, for him, it was the very best place to be as he groaned and played his tongue across the underside, teasing and lifting to the extent of his ability.

Aelune groaned, though wanted to prod the stallions as the silly horses hadn't even taken a moment to drink their water yet! Didn't they know that they needed to stay hydrated? Especially if they were fucking her, which was what she wanted more than anything, the table warming to the heat of her body, panting and moaning softly.

"Unfff... Come on, don't keep me...waiting."

Not that she had too much say in the matter, panting, licking her lips as, finally, Hubris let his weight come over her. He pressed down to her back as Dal presented the other stallion's cock to her pussy, though...things were not quite to be as she'd expected there.

His cock was slick, well-lubricated with Dalarius' saliva, though, like with so many things, all was well, as long as one was willing to take it slow. And that was exactly what he did as he pushed into Aelune's tail hole, stretching out the doe lovingly around his cock, Dalarius orchestrating it solely so that everyone got what they wanted out of the moment.

Aelune gasped and grunted, head reeling, though there was deliciously nowhere to go as her backside was filled. She'd seen that cock disappear into Dal's arse but had not imagined that she was next on the cards, shuddering with pleasure, though the strain was not one that she was as familiar with as often as she may have liked. She wanted to try more of it, for the nerve endings that such penetration stimulated were not often brought into the tease of sex for her, panting, whimpering, her body taking him deeper and deeper.

Inch after slick inch of the stallion's shaft spread her open until there was no cock left to go, balls flush with her body as Hubris heaved and panted, nickering softly.

"Unff... God..."

"I know, she feels good, right?"

Aelune trembled. The stallions talked about her as if she was not there, even if it was only briefly. That was far, far hotter than it had any right to be. He stretched her open, her backside tight around him, though she yielded to Hubris, wanting to let the stallion deeper inside her than ever it felt that a male had ever bene before.

It was needed, so very much so, breathy pant after pant breaking her lips as the stallion ground deeply up into her arse. Yet Dalarius was far from idle on his knees, smirking as he got a prime view of that shaft ploughing into Aelune's tail hole, her tail wiggling up a notch higher just when he thought that she could not give over herself and her body anymore.

It was what he lived for, seeing those that he cared about coming into themselves, enjoying themselves in the best of ways. He grunted deep in the back of his throat as nuzzled up between Hubris' lightly sweaty thighs, the musk of a stallion in rut overpowering him. Yet that was where Dal too wanted to be, finding a different kind of pleasure, panting, snorting, his nostrils fluttering with each breath.

Yet as Hubris slowly and deeply took the doe, he was at liberty to do with his body as he pleased. He ignored the hard, bobbing length of his mottled shaft for the moment, choosing other pleasures that lay before him, nuzzling between Hubris' soft rear cheeks as he sought out a treat that his cock had been in not so long ago. His tongue flickered over that tight pony doughnut, a hole that could offer so much pleasure, and Hubris shuddered about him. Even in his current state, the stallion could not help but let out a little squeak that did not quite fit the moment, but that was just one of many things that made sex what it was. It was about the musky and the dirty, the real moments, not about everything being always perfect all the time.

Hubris ground back against him as his tongue dug eagerly into his hole, teasing sensitive nerve-endings, treating him to a lighter, gentler treatment than what Aelune was getting. He would be involved too, how he chose, soon enough, but pleasing a doughnut of flesh like that was a treat that he simply could not pass up.

He took what he wanted in long, slow laps, savouring the moment, the pace of Hubris' thrusting hips not all that frenzied, at least not for the moment. He was concerned, evidently, about hurting Aelune, even though her moans should have been more than enough for him to go on in that regard. That was alright though as it was all a learning experience for them, passion mounting, snarling through, his lips parting to drive his tongue softly yet firmly up into the horse's pucker.

Hubris grunted, grinding back. He had to have more of that delicious tongue, adoring how it squirmed and twisted up into him, though he was in such a position that he could have accepted or denied it. Yet it fuelled his lust even more as his doughnut was teased, the ring of flesh puckering and tensing, though it was all very much in acceptance of Dal's touch.

"Hey..."

Down on his knees, Dal winked up at Hubris.

"Got an idea... Can you stand with her? Just for a moment?"

It would be a risky move, but, to hell with it: Hubris was feeling like he might enjoy a little something on the risky side, just for a quick one, a quickie, a night and a fuck to really remember. The need to fuck and to thrust overruled his rational mind as he smirked and stood, though he was a little rash there, Aelune squeaking as she was pulled along with him.

"Ah - hey!"

His arms went around her, bear-hugging her back against his chest, though gravity ensured that not a single inch of horse cock was left outside her pussy as she was pulled down, a deep moan breaking her lips. Although Aelune had been startled by the sudden change in position and sharply deeper penetration, her tongue half lolling deliriously out of her mouth told the tale as to whether she truly enjoyed that or not. It was painted all over her face, eyelids fluttering as if she wanted to both close her eyes and take everything in at the same time.

Dal, however, was quick to press up in front of her, kissing her lips, her neck, the line of her jaw. His cock in his paw, he fed it up into her pussy, bending his knees and flexing at the hocks so that the thick tip could penetrate her. Once it was inside, it was easier for him to stand up as the doe's head swirled in double penetrative lust, though she was so lost in the moment that nothing else, not even then, at all seemed to matter. She was in the moment, her body stretched around two delicious lengths of horse meat, filled up to the brim as they thrust and filled her.

It was not as seamless nor as smooth as it could have been and nor was it meant to be. It was rough and it was gritty and it came with stolen kisses and snatched breaths, two horse cocks shoved up into one body. They should never have fit, yet the doe was well-prepared for them as she moaned and grunted, more and more carnal, as if she had never been her refined, dignified self at all. Sex stripped away all of that from her and more, leaving her as a deer needier than ever, her body aching to be filled and fucked, over and over again.

Aelune panted, her world narrowing to that of the stallions fucking. The orgasm that could not solely come from anal penetration swept over her, though there was no distinction between that one and the one that followed it as she moaned and tried to buck her hips, her efforts weak at best. The stallion tag-teaming her were simply too studly, too dominant, the heat of it all tying them together as Hubris ground in a little closer, need getting the better of him. It was hot and it was heady and no one was going to hold off for very long that time around, even though their stamina should have typically been escalated by that stage.

Maybe they were just too hot for each other as they fucked through orgasm after orgasm, Aelune crying out, slumping back against Hubris. She couldn't help it, not as Dal pressed in to support her, the stallions locking eyes in unspoken communication.

In perfect unison, they neighed out their climaxes, voices strong and proud, Dal's tail lifting a little higher than Hubris' at the point of climax. Hubris grunted, nose tucked down over Aelune's shoulder, and it was just as well that they both had each other to support them, Dal taking a bit more of Aelune's weight as the other horse went weak at the knees. He grunted, tail flicking back and forth, filling the doe's pussy as she flexed and pulled around him, almost as if she was milking him of his seed.

"Ohhh..."

The doe blinked back to something akin to the waking world, lips parted, panting softly, the horses taking her through to the comfortable living area where a large flat screen TV was up on the wall. The sofa there was smaller but a far more suitable size for three furs as she tried to tell them that they needed to eat something, drink something, keep up their strength. Of course, all that appeared in their paws were glasses of wine (it would have taken too long to make cocktails and beer didn't seem quite right for the moment either).

It soothed their throats a little as they relaxed and cuddled together on the sofa, their hooves up, resting and recovering a little. Though their paws wandered, as they were apt to do, for that had to be done, had to come, panting, moaning, whimpering, their glasses draining themselves, little by little. They did not need an edge taking off anything, but they did hunger for the grand finale, the crème de la crème as Hubris finally stood and snorted, his paws on his hips. It was a motion that could have looked silly and yet came off as stronger and more powerful, his most confident smile on his lips yet. It was even enough to make Dal weak at the knees.

"Had enough horse cock for one night?"

It was a question and a challenge as Aelune shared a glance with Dal, dropping to her knees before the sofa and the stud horse and nuzzling into his nuts. His light musk enveloped her and Dal joined her on the other side, eagerly lapping up his cock just as he had when they had started their entire liaison. It was good to top and tail it, in some way, with the same act, giggling and smirking, sharing his dick between them like it was a lollipop. Only a far kinkier lollipop than anything that they would have ever been familiar with in their youth.

But Hubris had something else in mind, something that the thickness of his cock could really show off. He hadn't given someone a facial in a long, long time and it was too kinky to miss up such an opportunity. His cock was already back at full mast as Aelune took precedence, lost in the moment, slurping over the tip, her lips tugging more and more demandingly at his flare. She could not help that she needed it, her fingers between her legs, feeling out the shape of her slightly, pleasantly gaping holes, which had only recently been stuffed with horse cock.

"Lust addled" was not quite where she was at but she was not all that far gone, simply a lady who knew what she needed and how to get it for herself. It was better still to be down on her knees, masturbating, her fingers sliding up deeply into her sloppy, wet pussy, moaning, begging for more. Yet with a length of horse cock stuffing her muzzle deliciously full she couldn't get his cock in her pussy too, whimpering, wanting it, though she'd have to wait.

Dal savoured every inch of cock that he lapped down, tonguing the sheath and even dipping his tongue into it so that he could better tease and please, letting Hubris finally express himself in the more dominant role that he had been working towards. It was all natural, so very much so, and it was wonderful to see his friend come out and enjoy himself in a way that had never been seen before.

The stallion snorted and stomped, relishing the attention, even as Dal suckled one of his nuts at a time, very tenderly, into his muzzle, showing him just what other pleasures were available to him there, what more he could experience. Doors had been opened to him that would never again be closed, even if the lust from them only came from the fun he shared with Anuzil. It would be entirely up to them and what they decided, of course, but having two share his cock in the morning glow of dawn was better than anything that Hubris could ever have imagined.

It was not for him to hold off forever, even though it was a slow grind and a slow burn that time, Aelune gulping, forcing his cock down into her throat, though the bulge was obvious there as she strained around it. She tried her best to cup it with her tongue, to lap up against the underside, but the medial ring was more than enough for her to take into her mouth, leaving Dal free to play with Hubris' sheath and balls.

The stallion's fingers dug very lightly into Hubris' nuts as they paid him due attention, letting him take charge, though Hubris was finally in his element, grinning madly, ears flicking back and forth. It was not something that he had seen himself doing that night, though he could not have been gladder that it had come to pass, snorting, snorting, his flanks shuddering lightly with need where he sucked in breath. Dal nuzzled softly, running his tongue up and over the velvety smoothness of the other stud's sheath, delirious and languishing in the moment. If he could have stayed there forever, he would have found himself more than content, grunting softly, his own cock throbbing and twitching.

He had not been told to cum just yet, however, for the moment was not for him, letting himself switch back down to a more submissive nuance, a moment that could be more for him, in a different way. Dal would have been bored if things had been the same all the time, after all, and had started off too with others by being led the way. That was okay too, bringing all sides together for lust, moaning, grunting, letting lust overwhelm him.

Yet the best moment of all as the lure of Hubris' orgasm built up and up and up was the feel of him trembling, getting closer and closer to climaxing. The point of no return was not just for Aelune to take down her throat, however, the doe pulling back with a grin, pressing in close to Dal so that they were cheek to cheek.

"You ready for this, sweetie?"

She had something in mind, sticking her tongue out cutely, eyes dancing with need. She'd always get what she wanted and the deer's tail wriggled back and forth even as she tipped her head back a little, just to make sure her horn would not get in the way. For the first rope of seed from Hubris, in all his prime and glory, splattered across her face, dripping down her fur, panting and gasping, the stallion jerking off furiously above them.

"Ohhhhh!"

He moaned out loud as if even he was surprised at the force of his orgasm, yet he did not just paint their faces with his cream but their bodies too. Dalarius took a face full of it though, moaning, his lips parted, allowing what was destined to splash up within his muzzle to land there, though the feel of it slick on his coat was wonderful too. It made him shudder, cock twitching and jerking, though Hubris bumped him when his paw tried to creep down to his shaft.

It could have been an accident, but it was not. Nothing was accidental as Hubris painted them with his seed, moaning, wanting more, his lust for experience having finally been ignited in the best of ways. Cum trickled down their bodies, Aelune squeezing her breasts together for him to better coat them, marking them with his cream, panting and moaning. It was a time for all of them to lean deliriously into, nickering and snorting, shared between them, though the scent of Hubris would remain on them for some time yet.

Dalarius groaned, shaking his head, some of his mane clinging to his neck where chunks had been soaked with cum.

"Unff... Now... Your turn?"

Hubris only grinned.

"If you're good... I had something in mind though."

Good? Dal's cock throbbed more eagerly, though that submissive position was one that Aelune was more familiar with still as Dal was bent over with the arm of the sofa to support his chest. He needed to be positioned there with space for Aelune to slip between the sofa and his crotch, taking his cock into her mouth as she moaned around him, teasing him even then.

Dal shuddered, a horse shaft pushing into his tail hole, though Hubris did not even soften between rounds. Just what had gotten into the stallion? It was as if they were not even present in reality anymore, lost where anything was possible, Hubris bearing him down, forcing him to take stimulation while he'd not been allowed...

"Don't cum yet..."

Dal groaned, his skin prickling. Oh, it had been a long time since he had been told that and it was as hot as it ever was. He groaned deep in the back of his throat, his cock in Aelune's muzzle, though his head swam, the aroma of Hubris' musk getting the better of him, his load drying on the stallion's muzzle. It was hard, too hard, the doe slurping on his cock, for she had no reason at all to hold back, taking a little bit of teasing dominance in hand too.

He wanted it, but could not take it, groaning, licking his lips, chewing, trying anything he could to relieve the tension within him. Aelune was not much help, delighting in having the stallion in a position where he was helpless to her, climbing up on the sofa when she tired of sucking on his cock, grinding her cum-marked rump back in his face.

"Something you like here, hm, colt?"

A touch of flirting and a touch of pride... It was like her and not like her, but all perfect as it was in the course of a night where anything could be possible. Carnal lust and sensation swamped Dalarius as he lapped deeply up into the doe's pussy, hungry for her, though that would not be enough to distract him. He wanted it, wanted it all so badly, Hubris hammering into his backside, his balls not yet drained, though Dal was sure that the horse could not have all that much left in him.

Hubris surprised them all, however, even as Aelune wormed her way into the space between the stallion and the arm of the sofa, letting Hubris' thrusts power his cock into her. She moaned, on the bottom yet perfectly so, teasing Dal as the stallion twisted and snorted, trying to buck as his need rose. It was rare that she caught him so needy, yet the trembling, aching pleasure had to reach a peak sooner or later, passion rising, mounting, right up to the point of no return.

Only when Hubris was good and ready (and even then only partly because his energy was, finally, running out) did he whisper to Dal, a word that only the horse heard and which was instantly drowned out as he bellowed out his orgasm. As Aelune climaxed on his cock, pulsing and rippling around him, pulling at his length, he ejaculated roughly and crudely into her, his largest, strongest climax yet filling her pussy. As much as he tried to thrust, it was still Hubris who was in control, fingers tight in Dal's mane and one paw on his hip, guiding him, making him thrust, hips slapping into his backside with raw abandon.

Dal's head spun as Aelune's rump pushed back into his crotch, yet the doe knew exactly what she was doing as she pushed into him, legs trembling, her stomach supported by the sofa. It had been a long night but a very good night, her lips trembling on the brink of a yawn, the afterglow warming her through. It would be so easy to slip down right there and then and fall asleep, even more so with a good length of horse shaft still filling her up. Truly, in her mind, that was the very best way to fall asleep. Or with any lover who was close to her heart inside her, of course.

Hubris' orgasm flowing up into Dal's backside was not as fervent, but almost more claiming, a stake over the stallion that showed that they could go back and forth, enjoying the best of both worlds, that they were not limited to anything. He had so much to tell his boyfriend, though he could not help but kiss and nibble lovingly at the back of Dalarius' neck as he ground into his rump, ensuring that every drop of seed went right up where it belonged. His thick flare pulled with difficulty through Dal's rump, the stallion squeezing down, though Hubris was more than happy to enjoy that sensation, lips quivering, eyes drooping.

Slowly, the three of them collapsed on the sofa again, a tangle of limbs and cocks and dripping holes greeting them. They would not make it to bed properly that night, even though they'd already fucked on it, a heap of luxuriously sated bodies, two horse cocks lying across Aelune's thighs. She lay with her head on Dal's chest and Hubris with his face practically between her tits, though it was sweeter than it was kinky. Perhaps they were all simply at that point of tiredness.

Perhaps so. Perhaps not. But the moment was sweet and just and only for them, slumbering softly, murmuring sleepy nothings to one another. The morning would find them a little sticky in one another's arms, looking for a romp in the shower and a good breakfast (with coffee!) to wake them up. But that would come later, mid-morning, a deep sleep and comfortable rest on the cards first of all.

Dal snored lightly, though no one woke, too fast asleep to care. His cock slowly retreated back into his sheath over the course of the night, the curtains drawn so that none of them would be painted with the morning's glow. They'd earned a good rest, yes, very much so.

Yet he would always be glad that he had invited both of them to stay for the after-party and all the fun that that had entailed.