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One Hell of an Ass for Heru by Draconicon

Sam paused at the front door of the facility, and slowly looked up at the big sign over it. Neon had gone out of fashion a good four decades back, but it was still one of the cheaper ways to light up a sign. The stallion wondered if it was cost or preference that drove the place's owner to get a sign like that; he hoped the latter.

"Well, Gene's Practical Portals, let's see if you have something that I can use..."

The stallion pushed the door open and walked inside. Almost immediately, he wondered if he should walk back out again.

It wasn't a business, not even one of the low-rent ones that he was used to seeing in the poorer parts of the upper city. The first room was like someone's living room, and after taking a second look at it through the filth and the garbage that littered the floor between the stained sofas, Sam realized that was exactly what it was. The owner must have converted his living quarters into a business, and not exactly a well-kept one, for that matter.

He was about to turn around when he heard something come crashing down in the back rooms, almost jumping out of his skin at the horrendous crash.

"What the hell?"

"Oh? OH! A customer. Be right there!"

Sam looked back at the door, once more considering whether he should just leave then and there, but by the time he'd turned around again, the room was no longer empty. A rat stood in the doorframe leading further into the 'business', dressed in mechanic's garb, and wearing goggles over his forehead.

"Sorry about that, was working on something in the back room. I'm Gene."

"Uh huh..."

"Don't worry about the mess. I cater to pretty unique clients, and they're more the cause of the mess than me. Come on. Let me show you what we got."

After a moment's hesitation, Sam followed the rat towards the back rooms. Gene didn't seem so bad, and as much as he was surprised by the state of things here, he had to admit, he was probably one of those 'unique' clients himself.

He was right. As soon as he saw the set-up in the back room, Sam knew exactly what the portal chair was for, and knew that he'd come to the right place. Money changed hands - surprisingly cheaply - and the stallion sat down in the chair after stripping down. A simple and understandable computer console was built into the arm of the chair, and he smiled as he reached down and turned it on.

System online. Please specify the portals you wish activated.

He smiled at the voice, then slowly turned to look at the rat still lingering at the edge of the room. He raised an eyebrow.

"You still here?"

"I'm the mechanic, too. The machines might have a bit of a problem, and I want to stick around just in case there's an emergency."

More like you want to watch, he thought. The horse was half-sure that he'd seen a bulge in the rat's pants, but even if he had, there wasn't much point in fighting it now. Besides, sometimes an audience could be a good thing.

Tapping his fingers over the small console, he opened up a small portal in the main part of the chair, and connected it to one of the panels above him. He had just enough time to brace himself before the two of them linked up, and his ass slipped through the portal. It was a little bit more uncomfortable - after all, he was effectively sitting in a hole at that point - but as his own ass popped out of the panel above him, the stallion grinned.

"Now that's what I wanted to see."

He reached up and flicked his tail out of the way, exposing his own bare ass. It hadn't looked quite so round in the mirrors over the last few days, but he supposed that he just hadn't had the right angle. The horse chuckled to himself, groaning as he felt his own hands fondling his ass and squeezing them in ways that he'd never managed before.

Heh, so this is what bitches feel when a top is playing with their ass, he thought with a shake of his head. Not that he'd ever submit to that, but he liked finding sexy asses to play with. He'd wondered how his own would be, and now he had a pretty good idea.

But there was far more than looking that he could do.

Grabbing hold of the panel, Sam pulled it down until his own ass was right over his face. His tail flicked back and forth until he grabbed it and pulled it over to the side - groaning a bit in the process - and he spread his ass cheeks. The pucker between was tight and pink, standing out against the tan hair around it. It was untouched, more or less; he'd had a little fun with people before, but never with him submitting to someone else. A little worship, but no more.

Been a long time since I felt this...I can't wait.

Licking his lips, the stallion finally dove his head between his ass cheeks, the muscled globes pressing back against his face as he struggled to hold them apart. The first lick over his pucker sent a twitch of pleasure through his cock, and he groaned from the stimulation. It felt like something wet and warm, something a bit slimy was trying to push in. So, he tried not to be quite so rough, and started with slower, gentler licks.

That seemed to do the trick, and he started groaning in soft pleasure as he felt his hole start to relax. The combined feeling of dragging his tongue over his rim and the sensation of actually being rimmed was astonishing, wet and hot and teasing and erotic as all hell. It combined the best parts of being worshipped and dominating another person, and he loved it.

He dug his fingers deeper into his own ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling at them as much as he could stand, even as he dragged his tongue more firmly over his rim. He tasted his own sweat - surprisingly mild - and smelled his own musk. It was intoxicating, and he could feel his erection slowly sliding up along his stomach. The horse huffed, panting against his rump, and he moaned at the soft heat that puffed under his tail.

Each and every lick made him harder, and each and every lick left him feeling a bit looser than before, or at the very least, more relaxed. He could feel his hole flexing beneath his tongue, squeezing down on it, almost, and he almost chuckled at the dual situation. As hot as it was, it was a bit like tickling oneself; it was such a strange feeling that one almost wanted to laugh at it.

But he didn't. Instead, he pulled his head back, catching his breath as he squeezed and groped his ass. He could feel his cock throbbing, twitching, begging for some relief as he took a small break, but he didn't reach for it. It kind of defeated the whole purpose of doing this with portals, after all.

Instead, he looked at his ass, and enjoyed the view. His hole was slimy and wet, the pucker shimmering in the light rather than just standing out with its pink color. It looked like something ready for something more...extreme, and he liked it.

Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of being stared at, and he finally moved the panel out of the way, looking to see what Gene was doing.

It wasn't too surprising to see the rat staring at him, but seeing him rubbing himself through his pants was. Sam chuckled, and the rat immediately stopped, blushing a little bit. The horse gestured at his bulge.

"Enjoying the show?"

"I...I didn't know you'd stopped."

"Doesn't answer my question, there."

The rat blushed and looked away, and Sam knew that he had more than a mechanic here. He had one hell of a voyeur. Considering how hard his cock was, and how much he wanted to get off, he felt like he'd just struck the jackpot.

"Get over here, rat."

"My name's -"

"I said get over here."

There was no more fight. Gene hurried across the room, standing at the end of the portal chair. Sam pointed down between his legs, right at his cock, and the horse grinned to himself. He even tensed his muscles, making his cock jump and twitch, slapping down against his belly like a feral horse might do when relieving himself.

"You're gonna suck this."

"But -"

"Don't even try. I saw how you were looking at me. You're gonna suck it, because you want to. Go ahead and jerk off while you do it - I don't care - but you're going to suck me until I cum, and you're going to do it now."

He half expected the rat to complain more, but after a second, Gene gave in. Sam leaned back in his chair as his cock was swallowed down a talented throat, and turned his attention back to his own ass.

His hole was loosened up enough that he could finally push his tongue inside, something he'd done with other people but never had done to himself. He gripped his ass cheeks, his breath coming faster from the cock sucking he was getting, and he slowly pressed his tongue against his hole. It felt like he was rubbing something thick against it, something thick and slimy, but he pushed on, slowly forcing it to flex inwards rather than outwards.

When his tongue finally slid inside, he groaned, arching his back and nearly pulling his ass out of the portal ring. He flicked his tongue in and out of his hole, teasing it, opening it. When he found his prostate, he utterly attacked it, jabbing the tip of his tongue against it.

It was hard to hold back, particularly with Gene licking and teasing his cock so thoroughly. The rat had a deep throat, and the horse could feel his thick shaft going all the way down it. Pre dripped from the rat onto his legs and hooves, but he didn't pay much attention to that. His own ass, his cock being sucked; that was the good stuff, and that was what mattered.

He bucked between his tongue up his ass and the mouth around his cock, thrusting his hips back and forth, up and down. His cock was twitching, on the very edge. He knew that he was going to blow.

And when Gene finally took it down his throat, he did. Sam moaned into his hole, cumming hard, and he could feel the rat cumming against his leg. He groaned, slowly pulling his head back - his tongue popping out of his ass, almost - as his own orgasm slowly forced the rat off of his cock. By the end of it, Gene was pushed right off the shaft from the fire-hydrant-like effect.

The horse chuckled as his last bit of cum coated the rat in his seed, and he turned off the chair.

"So...same time next week?"

The End