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A Mutual Arrangement

By Televassi

Cael caught his admirer's eye as soon as the equine 'taur trotted into the cafe, but it wasn't exactly eye to eye. Even though he saw the cute stallion out of the corner of his eyes, he knew the look he got, more accurately, was more eye to flank, and to be rude, eye to ass.

The 'taur smiled to himself as he waited in the queue, used to curious glances wherever his four hooves trotted. A furtive glance or two towards his rear was common for anthros, and served as a fun reminder that his assets were still desired.

As 'taurs went, Cael was typical. He was an equitaur: all four hooves and lower body traditionally equine, but remaining horse-like on his torso and beyond. Snow-white fur covered his body from head to hoof, interrupted only by grey patches here and there that shone like silver if they caught the light.Only his tail and mane were black, and he kept it as a source of pride - beautifully half braided, mixing long flowing hairs with intricate braids, and a couple of coloured glass beads woven in for good measure. If Cael ever were to use such a word to describe himself, he'd settle for twinky, but with a grin and glint in his eyes told whoever had caught his sight that they were in for quite the ride.

As a result, Cael did love a little showing off. Sometimes it came at the cost of the occasional remark, but the city had always been liberal when it came to ideas of dress and modesty: the product of so many different uplifted species living together. That tolerance largely reigned in any exhibitionist streak that might have run through in - if lost, the alternative to au naturelle was some unflattering, unfashionable, and uninteresting coat draped all along his back and hindquarters. In summer, the heat would make wearing such a garment absolute murder.

Anyway, getting the good kind of attention before nine in the morning on a Sunday was a great start to the day. Usually he got some looks of admiration after he'd finished his daily canter and gallop, muscles bulging and flanks shimmering with sweat, but he was never in the mood to take things further. Experiencing it in his favourite coffee shop was an unfair temptation. Even if he was in the mood, he didn't want to have to trot across the city to find a new brew open early enough to fit his routine.

So, rather reluctantly, Cael stood in line and kept his tail still. He distracted himself with thoughts about his run: the fresh smelling grass under his hooves, the cool morning air flowing through his mane. The deserted park, all to himself, and that fleeting freedom racing under lush green boughs, flanks wet from the long, dewy grass...

And bending that cute looking horse guy over a table and roughly breeding his sweet donut ass.

Cael snorted, and tapped his hoof against the tiling, willing the line to shuffle forward. Only one customer to go, but the lone akita barista bravely manning the shop alone had found her match: some cryptid that had ordered 14 shots of espresso, with a dash of vanilla syrup for added barbarism.

The 'taur took a deep breath and tried to focus on something else - studying the sad mix of ailing succulents dotted along the bookshelves linking the bar brick walls. But it was like that cute horse's gaze slowly brushed down his back... Cael bit his lip and read up on the menus, the bland corp-speak doing its utmost to drain any excitement out of their new latest blend. When that failed, Cael flicked through the dry terms and conditions of their latest loyalty scheme - a subscription service that somehow promised to help you beat the queue.

Pity it's too late for that now.

Surrender came quickly after that, but Cael's dirty mind was gracious in victory. Instead of bombarding the stallion with snippets of graphic fucking, his thoughts wandered questioningly through the last time he's gotten a good bit of relief. Didn't he deserve a little bit of pleasure, given how he's worked so hard to stay in such fine shape?

Isn't this the whole point of all these runs?

The coffee cryptid finally moved off, taking a gulp from their tall cup and communing with the void, taking whatever darkness consumed them out the shop door.

"What'll it be?"

"Espresso - just one too."

A ghost of a smirk registered over the barista's face.

"Anything else?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as if she legitimately expected more from him.

"That's it. Can I have it to go?"

Cael shuffled from hoof to hoof impatiently.

"Course," she shrugged, punching the order code into the till. "You do qualify for the early bird offer - get a nice pastry for less than half-price."

The akita pointed to the glass counter between them. It'd been too low down for the 'taur to really take a good look, but the upselling caused at least an involuntary look. It was filled with rows and rows of donuts: sugar coated, glazed, cream filled, on and on, with of course the classic one with white icing and multi-coloured sprinkles. They all looked equally delicious, and unhelpfully tempting.

"What about the usual pastries?"

"Delivery didn't come through," she shrugged. "Though, donuts seem to be going down here well enough. Sold ten since opening."

"Don't tell me it was all down to one customer," Cael commented, enjoying the wry smile that came to the akita's face.

"No, no, no - at least if one did, they wouldn't hold things up." Her smile bloomed into a slight wag of her tail as she turned around to deal with his order. "Sure you can't be tempted?"

Cael felt the fur on his haunches prickle - telling that his conversation had caught the ear of his admirer.

"I haven't put it through yet, so it won't be a problem..."

"Ok, fine." The 'taur relented, spotting a good opportunity to sneak a look at his admirer. He turned about, reaching back into his saddlebags for his card, and locked eyes with the fellow equine (though sadly not a fellow 'taur) sat off to the side, his hazel eyes fixed firmly on his tail.

Too slow.

Cael caught the horse's eyes as he tried to shift his gaze. He was indeed a cute one - anthro, well-built as stallions go. Fine tan coat with a white mane and tail, and cute hazel eyes that seemed soft and appealing, like melting chocolate. He was a definite yes, so Cael's personal taste in sweet treats went out the window. He wanted to see how the cute stallion would react to his next words.

"It's a bit of a toss up between glazed and cream-filled. I'm afraid I could go either way." He found his card and turned back to the barista, enjoying how the horse squirmed in his seat. It didn't help him that it creaked loudly every time he moved, no matter how slight.

"They're good choices," the akita conceded. "But the deal is one-time only."

"Oh? Guess I'd best make the most of it then. I'll go with the cream-filled one." Cael announced. "I prefer more savoury things these days."

"Fair enough."

The akita finished his espresso and put the transaction through, handing the 'taur his coffee and donut, sealed inside a brown paper bag, as soon as the car reader chimed success.

"Cool, enjoy!" The akita sighed, finding relief in the clear line to the door as the 'taur stepped away. She leaned back on the counter and took a short break, tapping away on her phone.

Cael took a detour on his way out. The tan stallion hadn't fled in embarrassment, instead leaning back in his chair and playing it cool, his eyes actively avoiding wherever Cael went. The 'taur weaved between the tables, enjoying the 'will he, won't he' expressions that alternated across the handsome stud's face, until he came to a stop before Sindar's table.

"Enjoying your morning fix?" Cael smirked. He took a sip from the small espresso cup in his hand.

"Contemplating whether I should try something else to pick me up. Last night was a late one." Sindar sighed and brushed his mane back from over his eyes. "You?"

"Caffeine doesn't have much of an effect, given my size." He shrugged. "Guess you could say I'm in it for the taste, you know."

"How refined," Sindar commented, keeping things neutral as he pointed at the 'taur's espresso cup. "Today I just need something more to fill me up."

"Have you tried one of the donuts then?" Cael asked, swishing his tail behind him, enjoying playing with the smaller horse. "They look delicious, and on offer too. Sadly, it's a one-time thing though."

"I saw. They don't have one to my taste on sale, though," Sindar replied - a little bit too quickly to play it cool.

"Oh?"

Sindar folded his ears and chewed his lip. A loud thud rattled his table, betraying his instinctive, nervy kick.

Fuck it. Cael thought. Barely concealed innuendo only gets you so far.

"What about mine?"

Cael couldn't help but smirk as the tan stallion transformed into a deer caught in headlights. His hazel eyes widened - he couldn't believe what was actually happening.

"No need to be shy,," Cael whispered. "Just say yes and follow me."

Sindar just about managed a nod, trying not to have a nervy leg smack his hoof into the furniture as he hastily followed the 'taur out the door and into the cool morning.

They made small talk as they walked briskly towards the park, three sets of hooves clattering against the pavement, skirting around what they were both about to do with varying degrees of allusion, but still grateful to keep some tact. Sindar was just grateful that he hasn't blurted out "stars, please just fuck me" in the middle of his regular coffee haunt. Cael was relieved that the brisk walk and cool morning air stopped his swelling stallionhood spilling out from his sheath.

As the park came into view and the tarmac and asphalt gave way to dirt and grass, the conversation became muted. For Sindar it was nerves - his mind racing with both excitement and disbelief - are you really going to do this?! Cael was trying to reign his body back so that he didn't end up strutting around his regular jogging circuit with his cock fully dropped.

Fortunately the open trails closed up, surrounding the two equines with dense vegetation. The thick brush underneath the trees was broken occasionally by small, overgrown paths that darted off from the main trail. Cael had never followed them before, but he implicitly understood that they'd take them to where they needed to go.

"Not far now," the 'taur murmured, looking back over his shoulder. Sindar's pride was already pitching against his blue jeans, so the 'taur gave a coy flick of his tail, showing his new friend a glimpse of what was to come.

Five minutes later, after pushing through increasingly tangled branches and shrubs, the two guys arrived into a small clearing. Dense woodland ran around it on all sides like a living screen, while swaying branches from tall trees looming overhead concealed them from above. In the centre of the clearing there was a small pile of soot and charcoal from some illicit campfire, but the ashes were cold and weathered, confirming no one was lingering close by.

Not that it was remotely possible for Cael or Sindar to care at this point in their swelling lust.

"Well then," Cael chuckled. He stopped pacing and turned around, savouring the expectation of what would come next.

"Going to hurry up and lose those?" The 'taur pointed at Sindar's pants, enjoying how he could rub in how he didn't have such concerns. Blood rushed to his underbelly, inch after inch of horsecock swelling without restraint, spilling out of his sheath. Cael spread his legs slightly, proudly showing off his pink and black member to the other horse, sadly fumbling with his buttons and zips. He could feel his flare grow and his big, plump stallion balls swell with potent need, each beat of his heart pumping further desire into every inch of his body. Compared to the naked stallion beside him, Cael was definitely big, and that fact alone made Sindar submit to his whims.

"Well, go on then," he grunted. He savoured each blunt syllable. "I suppose I did promise you a donut." He teased, hiking his tail up over his back.

"Can I?" Sindar whined.

"You were already doing it with your eyes," the Cael chuckled, but when no further action materialised he stamped a hoof to impress his authority.

"Worship my asshole, colt, '' he grunted, trying not to demean Sindar too harshly. Instead, the smaller stallion hastened to obey. He darted behind the 'taur's impressive body, lovingly trailing his hands across those powerful, subtle features, taking in Cael's every contour until his muzzle lined up perfectly with his tailhole. Sindar felt blessed that his legs were just the right height to reach the 'taurs thick equine asshole, though some greedy part of him lamented that it wouldn't be possible for him to slide his stallionhood inside. Such disappointment was fleeting. Sindar lost that thought as he caressed the larger equine's tail, delicately pulling it up and over to reveal the dream he saw in the dregs of his coffee.

His mind was awash with relief that his hard work had finally paid off - all those long nights, frequenting 'taur-friendly clubs, searches on hook-up apps, and more. Finally, his prayer had been answered, and it fell to him to adore this stud's body with such love and intimacy that he would never forget.

Sindar lost any residual shame or hesitation as the sight before him filled his brain. Beneath his silky tail, Cael's white fur faded away to reveal the smooth dark skin between his cheeks. It led his eyes upwards in a line, finding his thick, puffy tail-ring - the donut he and so many others has desired. The sight of Cael's impressive cock was buried at the sight for he considered himself truly devoted: everyone knew that horses had impressive cocks. Appreciating the holes they had to offer was even more enlightened.

"Hey, biped," the 'taur snapped, stamping one of his front legs against the earth. "Worship with your tongue, not your eyes."

To press his point, Cael took a step backwards and pushed his rump against the anthro's face, savouring the feeling of his lips pressing against his sensitive flesh. A shiver of delight arced up his spine, and less than a second later Sindar felt the same - their shared lust and magnetism for each other's bodies binding them together. A moment after that, Cael felt the slick movement of Sindar's tongue across his entrance, massaging his entrance with the warmth and devotion of someone ready to surrender themselves to him.

"Fuck..." the 'taur rumbled, pushing his hips back into his devotee. "That's right... accept your place, worshipping a real stallion."

Cael's ears twitched at the sound of frenzied breathing as his lover huffed his scent. The muffled whinny of approval was music to his ears, causing his own cock to harden and press against his underbelly. It was sensitive enough that he felt dizzy, but thankfully the 'taur's four legs were more resolute than his senses.

Sindar willfully abandoned his thoughts to desire. He wasn't thinking anymore, instead focused on how best to please the stud before him, each breath filling his lungs, and mind, with the scent of a stallion he felt he could only ever half hope to be. It was a total experience - the smell, the taste, the texture, the sound - all senses feeding back pleasure, increasing his eagerness to serve. He barely even noticed his own large horsecock, flaring already, with a steady drip of pre leaking onto the ground below him. It was not important.

"That's enough," Cael decided, stepping forward. Singar's lips reluctantly left that pert donut with a lewd pop, and a string of saliva connecting the winking, glistening ring with his lips. "I'm not going to cum from my tailhole alone."

Paying only a moment's attention to the practicalities, Sindar scoured the clearing for something that'd help provide the right position for the mounting to come, but nothing convenient presented itself. Refusing to contemplate failure, Sindar bent over and ducked beneath Cael's strong legs, determined to state his lover as they both stood. Leaning over and wrapping his arms around Cael's forelegs, he loosened his grip for a moment to line the 'taur up with his own needy donut.

As Sindar twisted and turned to get everything ready, he stopped for a moment to witness Cael's proud stallionhood. It was the perfect image of masculinity and desire. Two fist sized balls in a tight, black sack, the back of which glistened faintly from some stray beads of his saliva - stars, he wished he had balls like those. And then there was the cock. Fuck, the sight of it drove him wild. The sight, the smell, the sheer presence. He'd never had the fortune of being a 'taur himself, but now? With his fingertips running along that heavenly smelling shaft... lining up that leaking flare with his tailhole.... and gripping Cael's thick medial ring? He was ready to be the next best thing - someone a 'taur loved to fuck.

"Please... take me."

Cael grunted and bucked his hips firmly, feeling his fat flare pop inside the smaller stallion's tight donut. The sensation made his eyes swim with stars, but the pleasure of their bond brought greater delights. As Cael bucked his hips, trusting the strength of his devotee, it felt beyond wonderful. It was right. Each inch of his stallionhood that sunk deeper felt divine - each hard, sloppy, lewd thrust bringing their bodies closer and closer - to the moment love and pleasure would dissolve all sense of boundary between them.

"This is where you belong," Cael grunted, pushing deeper into his tailhole. He didn't bother to tell him the rest. He'd make him feel it. Cael fucked hard, thrusting his hips like he was mounting another 'taur's asshole. The ecstatic sounds beneath him only pushed him on further, deeper, harder. Stars, there really was nothing like a good fuck for studs like him - and he was going to share such bliss with his lover, 'taur or not.

"That's right... work it..."

Admittedly, Cael hadn't spent much time working on his dirty talk, but it wasn't like anyone really heard it. The pair of quivering equine bodies raced towards a climax, each movement goading the other. Closer, closer, and closer. Until, finally, they came together.

They struggled for words. There was only this river, and it swept all away as that stretched donut clenched down against Cael's member, receiving every single drop of seed Cael had to give; while Sindar's cock sprayed rope after rope of cum onto the ground, each shot painting the earth more forcefully than the last.

Finally, the tide flooding their bodies receded, leaving the two equines panting, and spent.

"Hey," Cael huffed, taking another deep breath as the afterglow lamentably receded. "You want to give me a number as well as your name?"

Sindar barely managed a murmur as he danced in such pleasures behind his eyes - still recovered from the feeling of having his tailhole stretched and pounded so wonderfully. Cael repeated the question again as his cock popped free loudly. He smirked to himself as he spotted a thick glut of cum flow out from Sindar's perfectly gaped tailhole, his tailhole twitching feebly as it lamented the absence of the cock that had stuffed it.

"I mean, it'd be a shame to leave things between us as just this..." he blushed, considering how much fun it had been to play with Sindar. Hopefully he felt the same way? Nerves wormed uncomfortably all across the 'taur's underbelly.

"Well, this was just a warmup-" Cael stammered, hoping to hear something reassuring from his lover. He had enjoyed it, right? There was no way he could make all those cute sounds... could he?

He reached back into his saddlebag and pulled a pen and scrap of paper, pushing it inside the tan stallions' still clenched hand.

"Here's my name and number if you want to figure out some sort of mutual arrangement. It's always fun wrecking another stud's donut. Next time you should try your hardest to ruin mine?"

Sindar returned from the pleasant haze just before Cael trotted out of sight. He clutched the piece of paper placed in his hand tighter than a precious gem, and called out after the 'taur.

"I'd love that!"

Judging by his scrambled thoughts, sprayed seed, and still rock hard cock, he was going to enjoy exploring this new arrangement.