Tribal Inductions
Wow, I haven't had much time to write anything that wasn't related to school in so long...
Anyway, have some smut.
Tribal Inductions
By Cimmaron Spirit
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**WARNING: This story is a personal one to scratch an itch I have, namely in writing about incest (though like between an 18 year old and his father) and taurs. More specifically horsetaurs, because you know what is better than being half horse? Being two halves of different kinds of horses! Oh, also some hyper cocks, anal gay sex, rimming, cum inflation, orgasm denial and muscles. If you're not 18 or 21, or it's illegal to view these sexy things here, or you are offended by what I just listed, don't read it! Otherewise, you kinky furries, read on!**
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"Are you ready, my son?" the powerfully built stallion asked as he walked into the tent his adolescent son was currently occupying. To fit his entire body into the tent was a bit of a challenge, not only due to finely chiseled muscle mass of the older equine, but also his feral lower half. The horsetaur nickered slightly as the cloth of the tent flap brushed against his ample, black furred backside and posterior, making his lower body shudder in anticipation. It had been hard for himself to prepare for this initiation, mostly in that he had to keep himself from having sex in a week to ensure he had an ample amount of seed for this ceremony.
"Y-yes, father," the smaller horsetaur said, his lower body shaking in anticipation. The month of hell he had just been put through was almost over, all in the quest to prove himself as an adult of the tribe. In theory, it sounded easy; undertake a month of tests, all the while controlling your sexual appetites. Basically, no jacking off, no humping, no oral, no nothing. If he did cum in that month, then he would have to do it all over again. And he already had to restart, seven times already. The older stallions assured him that it was normal to fail many times until balance and control were learned, but the young taur wanted his trials done. He wanted to prove he was old enough to join his father and the other stallions not only in hunts and in running the village, which was a great honor, but also in their legendary orgies and the right to mount anyone willing and able at any time.
The father finally maneuvered his massive body into the tent and allowed the flap to fall behind him to give them some privacy - though that isn't a huge concern in the tribe - and looked over his son. The weeklong confinement in this tent, and the month of restraint had been rough on cute grey colored horsetaur it seems. Then again, it was rough on any horsetaur that seemed to have been designed almost only for sex and reproduction to have to repress the urges. His son was shaking and his eyes were blood shot and almost glazed over from denying himself pleasure. The younger male's body was much more defined and toned in the month since this started, as exercise was one thing that would keep your mind off of a raging hardon. But the results on his son's lower anatomy was quite clear, as the denial of orgasm had made his son's ballsac, the size of a grapefruit before the trials, almost the size of the largest watermelons one could find.
The father sniffed the air, snorting in the smell of the young man's musk. The heady, earthly smell of his sweaty, aching son was enough to stir the large opening between his legs and over his beach ball sized testicles, and the first inches of his massive junk slipped out. The son shuddered and moaned as his father's scent filled the room. Even though his father had to refrain from sex for a week to help with this trial, the son could still smell other stallions that he had mated with time and time again on him as well. Despite the images of rutting men with cocks the size of logs trees, the son focused and concentrated, trying to keep his erection down. He couldn't cum. A month worth of blue balls was not going to be wasted right now!
The elder equine grunted his satisfaction at his young son. "Very good. I remember the last time you came the moment I stepped in. But you have learned a lot in how to control yourself. Now, for your final test."
The young equine tried to keep his face straight as his father walked up to him, graceful movements bringing him closer. Each muscle, from his powerful shoulders and arms covered in midnight black fur, and massive pectorals that looked like they could crush rocks in the cleft, over the eight-pack abs and down to the massive, muscular feral body that the human-like torso was on top of. Every leg was built for strength, his stomach larger than his entire son if he were to fold up into the fetal position.
Grabbing his son's toned, but lithe grey body, the older taur pulled his son closer, lifting his head up to his own. Lips parted and eyes closed as they shared a deep, passionate kiss, tongues playing with each other and fighting for entrance in the other's mouth as their hands, one rough with years of hard work, the other soft with youth, explored the other's bodies. Hard muscle and sweaty fur mingled, the heat of the tent rising by the second. The son could feel his sheathe straining to open up, but despite the loving embrace of lips and arms, he managed to retain enough control to forbid his body from betraying him.
At long last, his father pulled away, saliva dripping from his tongue and mouth. "Very good for a first time, son," he said, wiping it away. "Now turn around."
The younger taur shifted on his shuddering legs, turning his ass to his father and docking his tail to the side, showing off the large black pucker, pulsing in time with his heart beat. Was he going to mount him already? Was he really going to mount him so quickly?
A hot, soft and wet peace of flesh pushed up against his ass, making the younger man cry out in shock, and answering his question. He turned around to see his father's nuzzle buried into his ass, the tongue licking and pushing the tight tailhole to open up. The long horse tongue went deep inside as large fingers began to play with the grapefruit sized nuts that hung below the inviting tail hole, making the young stallion stomp his front hoof as his sheathe couldn't be controlled any more, and the first inches of his own cock began to slip out. God, he can't fail now... he can't cum now!
The father at last pulled away as his son shuddered from the shock of pleasure and his flagging control. But he had done good so far to not allow himself to cum, he had to give him that.
But now was the final challenge. The older stallion's cock was now fully hard, the flaring head just reaching his front legs, as wide as a log, leaking pre that made the smell of the father's sexual potency fill the tent.
The young stallion has breathing heavy. He knew this last part was going to challenge him the most, not just in preventing himself from cumming, but to take his father. As a colt he saw how big his father got, and he saw other stallions take the massive length, the biggest in the tribe, easily. The stone-carved dildos of various sizes he was given to practice not only his control but also to train his ass were close, but none of them could compare to the monster his father had...
"Son, I talked with the elders, and they would allow another member of the tribe to finish this last test due to my size," the father said, stroking his son's ass.
"N-no. I... I can do it. Just... please be gentle."
The older stallion chuckled. "I'll do my best, son."
The son braced himself on the weight rack filled with hundreds of pounds of stone used for weightlifting and flipped his tail as far to the side as possible, his tight pucker pulsing in anticipation. With that invitation, the older man whinnied as loud as his massive lungs would allow him, and he reared his massive body, his massive heavy chest landing on his son's back. He gasped, his legs nearly buckling beneath him as the massive weight of his father roughly landed on him, but his legs were strong enough. The massive pole between his father's legs found the young taur's tailhole with practiced ease, and with a heavy thrust, the flared tip was pushed in. The anal ring, despite the practice, was stretched wider than ever before, making the younger taur cry out, partially in pain from his ass being torn apart wider than ever, but mostly in the huge pleasure the massive, throbbing, pulsing cock was giving him. The son's cock was now rock hard, but the little bit of control the son had was focused on not cumming. At least, until after his father had filled him.
"You okay son?" the older taur asked, looking down as his son tried to get his body adjusted to taking the huge cock. He knew his bloodline was more capable of taking the biggest cocks, if for no other reason that they usually had the largest in the tribe, but there were times when even family history failed when it mattered most.
After a moment to relax and catch his breath, the son looked back, panting heavily and his eyes pleading. "Give it to me dad!"
"As you wish," the father replied with his powerful hips and hind legs, inch after inch was slowly pushed into the gaping, carnivorous ass. Despite never being trained for this large of an anal insertion, the son was doing a remarkable job in taking his father. Soon half the massive cock was inside him, and the son began to push back, demanding more of his father's cock.
"Oh gods... you got a tight ass," the father grunted, pushing more of his cock in to the hole. It was doing it's best at gripping around the older stallion's member, trying to squeeze and milk the bounty of his father. If his son could get him to cum this quickly...
His son wasn't able to say anything, focused on the dual role of not cumming and getting his father too at the same time. He thrust his hips back as his father pushed forward, a foot of cock disappearing in a moment and making the older stallion grunt and shudder. Over half the massive pole was inside now, and now came the fun part. With little warning, the father began to piston his cock in and out of his son as fast as he could, pushing in deeper with each thrust in. His balls swung back and forth with each thrust and the heavy wreaking ball orbs began to smack his son's back legs and ass, making it that much harder for his son to focus and concentrate.
Below him, the younger taur gasped and moaned with each additional inch shoved into his horse rump. He could feel his prostate being slammed into time and time again, sending shockwaves through him, making his body weak and tremble with each hard thrust. Sweat dripped off the young man's forehead in the heat and exertion, his entire body wanting to give in, to buckle and submit, cumming long and hard and giving up. But he couldn't, not now, not so close... He grit his teeth as hard as possible and clinched his ass as tight as possible. No, he was a man of this tribe, he could control himself if he needed to. He could make his old man go off. He was going to make him go off!
"NEEEEEIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHH!!!!" the father roared out as the sudden vice on the huge, sensitive horse pole deep in the bowels of his son made him go off. His huge beachballs for nuts surged up and out as the week long cum backup finally was released. Shot after thick, ropey shot of hot seed flooded the younger taur, who's equine stomach began to bulge out from the sheer amount of cum being dumped into his ass, quickly flooding equine stomach in his lower half and the second one in his anthro half. All the working out he did in the past few years vanished in moments as the grey furred flesh began to push outwards to contain all the seed that his father was giving him. While his feral half, despite it's expansion, still look like it was maintaining some decent shape, his anthros stomach was overfilled so much that his developing abdomens disappeared and it looked like he was almost pregnant with a child or two.
The son's teeth were clinched tight and eyes closed tight as he continued focusing on not... oh gods he was feeling full, like he ate a weeks worth of meals in just a couple of minutes... his stomach was pushing against his cock... he was so close... the hot, pulsing flesh being jostled and shoved by the expanding stomach... he could feel the first drops of pre oozing out of his urethra, splashing up on his bulging belly and dripping to the dirt floor
The father kept shoving his cock in and out as he kept filling his son with gallons and gallons of his virile seed, sliding his massive body over his son's now equally massive inflated one to keep up the pressure. With a final thrust, the father at last managed to hilt his massive member all the way in to the stretched and abused tailhole, his balls still pumping out the massive backlog into his son, which was so much now that waterfalls of the white fluids were cascading down from the more than full ass and forming a lake of seed under them.
Now in reach, the father grabbed hold of his son's anthro half, and hugged him tight, kissing his shoulders. He could feel the sweat coated fur, trembling muscles and shudders of wanning, crying out to let itself go at last
"You did it, son. You're a man now."
Those four words echoed in the son's ears, the trials were over. He exhaled, letting his body relax and what control he had left vanished. But the momentary relaxation was all he needed before whinnying out loud and his own cock flared massively. His large belly took the brunt of his orgasm, the underside of the inflated stomach being painted white, as shot after shot of his own cum splashed against the receptacle of his father's seed and was added to the huge pool under them that had filled the tent and was starting to seep outside.
The father smiled, his son now grown up and a man in the eyes of the tribe; the fruit of his loins having easily taken him, and exercised control over his own sexual urges.
"I love you son," the older taur whispered into the large triangular ears of his son.
"I-I... love you... father," the younger taur stuttered as his body shook from his orgasm. His mind was blank of all thoughts but sex, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
The father pulled his son's muzzle around to reach his own, as his broad, muscular hands explored his son's inflated body some more. The two shared a long kiss as their cocks continued to pour out the hot, sticky seed and added it to the mess below them.
It was a good thing that the special fruit that allowed the tribe to reproduce hadn't been give to the son before this...