Glorious
Just a quick silly bit of smut by that pointy-pony(tm) [email protected]
- * Glorious!
- * "Ooooh.. gotta let those Fuzzy Navels out for a walk." Lester complained to himself, just another girly-boy fox wading through a sea of girly-boy foxes on the way to the restrooms. The fox-boi picked a stall as much to do his business in as to mope. The night was really turning into a bust for him. Not a single piece of prime-beef in sight, unless you counted the bull-dykes which he certainly was Not gonna do. Poor Lester slumped onto the toilet and sighed as he felt a right proper pout coming on, feeling sorry for himself while others in need of the facilities came and went. "I need a Man!" He whimpered softly to no one as he peered at the walls of the stall, half-hoping for a note scrawled on the sides for where a pretty little fox-toy might get some manly lovin'. Alas that to was a bust, the stall was immaculate. The walls were perfectly painted including... hello? On the wall to his left bordering the next stall was something Lester had never expected to see. Oh he'd seen 'glory-holes' before but never one like this. The hole was not only almost twice as large as any previous one he'd encountered, it also looked to be purpose-built. The hole was lined with the same rounded metal that covered the edges of each wall, covering any rough edges. The fox traced a finger along the edge of the hole wistfully imagining what manner of member might need such a precaution when the other stall opened and his ears pricked to the sound of a zipper falling. That's when it happened. It... was magnificent. The broad black bell contemptuously nudged his finger aside as it wedged itself through the glory-hole and popped free to slide into the space Lester shared. The foxy's eyes went wide as it flopped further and further into his stall and began to rise to the beat of an unseen hand fap-fap-fapping on the other side. Lester almost feared to touch it, thinking it too good to be true. The musk reaching his nostrils begged him to reconsider though and he traced his soft finger-pads along the length to the sound of a delighted and husky hurrrr from the organ's owner. The yiffy boi soon wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft, not even able to touch clawtip-to-clawtip around it's girth as he began to stroke helping the massive male meat reach erection. He leaned in close to inspect the masculine tool, obviously equine, from it's broad tip to it's.. damn, it was so big it couldn't even fit to the medial ring! A soft ribbon of fox-tongue caressed the tip, stroking the fat bell until it glistened before digging into the yawning cumslit. Lester pulled out a healthy drop of pre and savored it, like a fine cheese. *Wince!* Okay, Not a fine cheese, definitely Must-Not think about cheese at a time like this. More like a fine wine he thought, feeling the heady aroma fill his nose as he slathered the head with spit and firmly milked the shaft. The wall creaked with the weight of the other occupant, obviously trying to fit more of that colossal column of cock through the hole through which more than a foot was already throbbing. "My kingdom for some proper lube." Lester thought plaintively, willing more of that masculine magnificence through the already over-taxed hole. Out of the corner of his eye he caught, something. The little dispenser he'd previously dismissed as hand-sanitizer sitting on the back of the toilet. Reluctantly freeing a hand from the huge hardon to grab the little bottle and read.. "Blueberry Wet(tm)." "Eureka!" Lester's hormones cried-out in rapture as he opened and up-ended the bottle over the thick length he'd been servicing. The blue slick fluid filled the stall with a fruity scent to mingle with the natural horse-musk, intoxicating the already blissed-out fox as the shaft bucked and inched through again. Lester smeared the Wet along the largest erection he'd ever serviced, lapping hungrily at the crown as it dribbled at and spit in his muzzle. He pointedly ignored his own foxhood tenting his short-shorts, knowing the slightest touch would make the poor foxy pop. The metal creaked and a low whickering groan from the other side announced the arrival of the second foot of horsemeat to slide through the tight glory-hole. Lester was almost vibrating with lust at the sight as more of the mottled length was exposed, still too thick at the base to let it in to the sheath. "Fuck! Oh Fuck-Me-Fuck-Fuck-Fuck..." the obscenities just trickled from Lester's muzzle like the drool he was slathering onto the proud blunt head of the enormous equine rod, wishing he were able to fit the tip of that organ into his mouth. It was a wish he would soon rescind as the entire shaft jerked and the glans suddenly ballooned before his eyes, swelling rapidly until it stood obscenely engorged before his muzzle. The vast flare pushed Lester's head against the far wall of the stall and the fox's heart skipped a beat, though his paws definitely did not. Lewd wet noises followed his fingers as they slid through the abundant lube dripping from the insanely aroused penis. Lester's muzzle mated with the broad cumslit, lapping at the stallion's urethra as he felt his fulfillment traveling up the shaft. Lester's eyes shot up as his cheeks were suddenly inflated with the start of the horse's orgasm, soon over-flowing and gushing out the corners of his muzzle. He rapidly pawed at the shaft while it jerked and pumped the mother of all money-shots into his waiting mouth, moving a paw down to his crotch while he struggled to swallow as much man-soup as he could. Lester whined piteously as he felt the bulbs of his knot through the tight material of his shorts, painfully stretching his sheath from the inside they were so swollen. His fingers squeezed mercilessly on the sensitive organ and his slender vulpine hips bucked as stained his shorts, and the horse just kept cumming. Finally the fox just had to come up for breath. The last jets of horse-spoo caught him full on the face as he gasped and panted across from the colossal cockshaft. The huge bell flung a few thick ropes of sperm at Lester's chest as it began to droop while the fox inspected himself. The fox's hand came away from his crotch sticky and white, coated with his own fox-seed soaked completely through his crotch. More of the white goo ran down both his thighs as he marveled at what had to be the biggest load he could ever remember shooting. The head of the horsecock pointed to the floor and Lester was on it like a light, bathing the entire length with his tongue. The fox lapped up every last drop of lube and sperm until the cock glistened clean and wet, all the while he moaned out promises to always honor and worship this magnificent male organ if only this humble fox-slut were allowed to. Finally the owner of the cock in question reeled the tool in, pulling the still swollen flare through the hole with a rude *squelch*. Lester scrambled to his feet as he heard the far latch being opened and snatched the door to his own stall open to dash out and meet the lust of his life. She stood there, mouth agape, just like his was. The equine was a shire by blood it seemed, deep black fur with a white nose and blaze down her eyes, and thick white feathering around her wrists and ankles. And tits... Her chest still heaved from her prior bit of excitement, pushing her broad bust against the tight halter trying to contain them with each globe being far bigger than the little foxy's head. Down lower a skirt hung askew from her hips, un-zipped up the side and with wet spots growing where her hanging member brushed against it. Her bosom pushed forward, almost bursting from her top as she breathed deep, just as Lester was doing the same and.... "You're a Guy!" "You've got Tits!" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!" *THUD!* * * * Later, the bar's owner had a heck of a time explaining the two concussed furs, each soaked with semen, laying sprawled across the bathroom floor each beneath a head-shaped crater in the wall-tiles opposite each other. And an.. END.