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As he approached the house with its nice landscaped yard, Roy felt, as usual, envious of his friend who got to work from home most of the time. He comforted himself with the idea that living in the city meant that he was ‘where the action was’ but action seemed to mostly boil down to asphalt, concrete, smog and noise. And top dollar for cramped apartments, which was why he and Leonard mostly hung out at his place. Six-pack in hand he tried the door and found it unlocked, as expected.

“Lenny, you in here?”

“Yeah, in the living room…” came the response from his friend, spread out on the couch and eyes fixed on the widescreen. “Sorry, I started watching this rom-com and I just wanna see the end of it…”

“Okay, you want me to give you a do-over on that? I’ll go back out, come in again, and you can switch the TV to literally anything else – sports, news, porn…” Roy joked, tossing his friend a can.

“Well it’s not porn, but the female lead is a fucking hottie. I don’t think I’ve seen her in anything before…”

“Yeah? What’s her… oh, now I get it…” Roy said as a close-up of the actress came on screen. It is said that gentlemen prefer blondes, and while he wasn’t sure it applied to Leonard who wasn’t exactly a gentleman, he knew there was little hope of getting him to switch off the TV while the golden retriever was on it.

In their grandparents’ day this would have never gotten on TV or in theaters, but then again the times and the people were so shitty back then that even some kinds of humans weren’t supposed to mix, especially intimately. Some prude from that era would have had a fit at the sight of a handsome young man deeply kissing what looked like a feral dog. Not that anyone from this day and age would make a mistake. It was enough to look at the retriever’s face as the two broke the kiss, the close-up capturing the demure way her muzzle remained parted, the tilt of her floppy ears, or the perfect bedroom eyes gazing lovingly into those of the male lead.

“Okay, I gotta hand it to you, she really is a cutie…” Roy said, opening his beer while staring at the golden-furred beauty on the screen.

“What’s that!? Are you saying you’re finally admitting I’m right?” Lenny said, or rather gloated.

“I’m not saying anything. That might be the hottest bitch I’ve ever seen, but I’m still backing team Mare…” the young man replied.

“Auuughhhh, just when I thought you’d seen the light! Dude, I get it, they look hot and everything, I’m not saying that. A mare pin-up gets my engine running, but you gotta be realistic if you want to go full-on ‘3D girlfriend’. A mare would have expectations, namely one that one that, no offense, you could never meet. Fuck, even I wouldn’t be enough for one…”

Roy huffed at that remark. He was Irish and he looked it, standing a little under 6 feet with bright red hair and a pale, freckle-dusted complexion. Leonard was a head taller than him, and even though he wasn’t muscle-bound he was definitely the more athletic of the pair, which was also why Roy tended to call him ‘Lenny’, a Steinbeck reference that went over his friend’s head. Lenny, by his own admission, had no idea what he was. His black hair was straight and usually cropped quite short and he tended to tan quite easily, which was why he teased Roy for being a vampire.

“And that kind of attitude is why you aren’t ready for a mixed-species relationship. You’re still hung up on your human-centric notion that your female has to be smaller than you are.” Roy insisted. He was getting drawn into the argument the two of them had been having since college, but he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, but even though anthros are generally smaller than ferals when it comes to big species like hoofers… we’re still talking a woman who’s three times your weight.”

“So? It’s relative to the species. A mare three times my weight will probably still be quite slender and dainty by mare standards. She will see herself as dainty girl, and will have grown up being seen as one. If we’re talking one my age, her self-image will be that of a sexy, confident twenty-something woman and that’s what works for me. And don’t think I’d stop at my age group and a 3 to 1 weight ratio either…” he said, and Lenny almost blew beer out his nose as he tried to chortle and swallow at the same time.

“Oh fuck… I just got this image – you broken down on a country road, walking up to a lonely farmhouse to use the phone and falling in love with an equally lonely draft-horse MILF!”

“Uhhhh, why would I be going to a farmhouse to use the phone?” Roy asked, pointedly waving his smartphone at his friend.

“Because your battery died on you, because you never charge that thing. Anyway, I’m doing you a favor here! Who’d you rather have – a mature mare still in her prime making you feel right at home, or some tow truck driver who’s wifebeater doesn’t even cover his beer-belly? Probably called Gus…”

“Okay, you made a good case for the landline…”

“And the mare is making faces at you, you charm her right back and the two of you move things into her bedroom. So there she is winking at you and trying to look coy, you’re taking your clothes off, and when you’re standing there in nothing but your freckles she takes one look at your crotch and then starts looking at your arm…”

“Dude, there’s always a trade-off. You just gotta get creative. No man is ever gonna measure up to a stallion when it comes to measuring size. But time? A stud is done in what… half a minute? For me, that’s not even a warm-up. So when it comes to that length, I’ve got a stallion beat with a stopwatch as badly as he beats me with a tape-measure. And as for using my arm – fuck yeah I’m gonna use it! My arm, and my hands! What can a stallion offer in that department? Hooves? If I’m lucky enough for a mare to take that kind of interest in me, I’m not gonna hold back or play fair. I’m gonna use every advantage evolution has given me to see if I can make her whinny!”

“Okay, you’ve sold me on the idea that it could work out. Hell, you might have made me curious enough to try it if I got the chance. But you can’t tell me that a drop-dead gorgeous bitch like this one isn’t a better choice! Look at her – man’s best girlfriend!”

“Hey, you wanna try and settle this?” Roy asked.

“What like fight for it? Dude, I’d bury you!”

“Not fight, meathead! I mean, I’ve been with my share of mares, and a number of doggo-ladies have let you play bury-the-bone…” he began.

“You talk about them like that, and I’m the meathead?” Lenny interrupted.

“... so we switch it up. We each go to bed with the other’s fave.”

“So I’m supposed to seduce a mare just to see if I like them better than a bitch? Kinda seems like a heartless thing to do…”

“Don’t worry, we won’t be breaking any hearts. We can use that new app, what’s it called…”

“Mixer?” Leonard ventured, naming the social platform designed to act as an icebreaker in interspecies relationships.

“Yeah, it’s perfect. It’s not some random-sex finder, but it isn’t exactly a dating app. It’s meant to help curious people of various shapes and sizes to go on a date, and if things click to go somewhere for a nightcap. No big expectations, so no heartbreak if there’s no chemistry.”

“Okay, I installed it. So now I guess I just start looking for a ma-what the fuck?” Lenny said as his phone was snatched from his hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give it back. Here’ you can play with mine, and find me my dream dog-waifu. This way there’s no cheating - I’ll try to find you the sexiest mare that will swipe right on your goofy face, and you do the same for me.”

“I’m picking yours? Okay, you’re on! A nice, dominant Doberman girl will set you straight…” Lenny said as he flicked at the screen of his friend’s phone.

“Hey, c’mon! Take this seriously!” Roy insisted.

“What, you telling me that doesn’t get your engine running? Just imagine this - its nighttime, you’re taking a detour through a scrapyard but get caught by the sleek, spike-collared guard-dog. She thinks you’re cute when you’re scared and is willing to let you go with a warning if you make it worth her while…”

“What the… do you sit here and just think this shit up all day?” Roy asked.

“Dude, I’m in marketing. I can come up with a pitch like that…”

“I’m afraid to ask what you’re actually selling… Okay, it does sound hot but don’t just dump me into your pervy fantasy. Put some thought into this, and I promise to do the same…” Roy vowed.

“Some thought, huh?” Lenny muttered after a promising pic flashed on the screen…

*******

“Coydog, in case you’re wondering…” chirped the canine seated opposite Roy.

“Pardon?” he said, stopping with his fork half-way to his face.

“I’m a coydog.”Marion repeated in the same cheerful, patient tone.

“Oh. It’s just… announcing flat-out that you’re coy doesn’t seem all that coy…” he said, and got a yippy giggle in response. Confusing, but cute.

“No, not a coy dog. A coydog as in half coyote, half dog. Husky, to be precise. In my experience, humans are often curious about this but tend to get awkward about asking. It helps to volunteer the information.” she said before taking another bite off her plate. The cafe they were in was her suggestion and they obviously took care to cater to anthro customers. The chair Marion was sitting in had a sort of step on one side which made it easier for her to climb in and out of it. It also let her sit high enough to make conversation across the small table pleasant, without Roy having to look down at the femme whose eyes weren’t quite level with his hips. Her food was also arranged in tiny clumps, each one a canine mouthful that can be scoffed up without getting her muzzle messy.

“So, are dogs not curious about that sort of thing, or are they just not awkward about asking?”

“They generally don’t need to. Different breeds smell as different as they look, so if our eyes can’t puzzle it out, our noses do.” she said, taking a sip from her water bowl. Roy couldn’t help but watch her do it, and even though he had no hands to hold the bowl to her lips, or even lips, the swift dips of her tongue looked too dainty for him to consider what she was doing as lapping.

“So what kind of work are you in?” he asked, defaulting to a non-awkward question.

“Vice. I’m a drug-sniffing dog…” she replied in a serious deadpan-tone, and the silence that followed it lasted until she once again went into a giggling fit. “I’m sorry, that just never gets old! You kept your cool though, some people get really nervous when I pull that one.”

“Well now… but if you’d pulled that when I was back in college…”

“I know what you mean. On campus I actually did sniff around for illicit substances, but it was usually just to determine the quality. Think back and let me know if you remember a stoner group on campus that didn’t have at least one dog.” she said, and this time they laughed together.

“But to answer your question, I’m a therapist. A dog therapist, mind you, not a therapy dog.”

“Oh. So like… leather couch and everything?”

“Well I’m just a few years out of school so I don’t have my own practice yet. I work at a teen counseling center, and that’s working out pretty well. Being young myself, it helps them relate and open up.”

“I can see how that would work out. Any perks to being a canine?”

“Quite a few. We can pick up variations in a human’s tone of voice they aren’t aware they are making. Sometimes the way a person is saying something tells you more than what they’re saying. That and the nose comes in handy at gauging someone’s emotional state…”

“Really? So you can actually smell like… fear and that?”

“Well you can’t really smell an emotion. But every emotional reaction, especially a strong one, will be tied to a physiological one, and thanks to my training I can get a pretty good idea of what sort of emotional sate someone is in, no matter how hard they try to hide it.”

He wasn’t sure if it was her professional skill of breaking down barriers at work but Roy found himself warming to the canine and opening up as they finished their meal. There was definitely a chemistry between them and he didn’t need a canine nose to tell, so when the topic of continuing their date someplace more private came up, he wasn’t surprised.

“The thing is, I’m living with a roommate right now… I mean, I’ve brought boys home before and all but…”

“Yeah, if she’s got the hearing and the nose…”

“Well, no better than yours.” Marion quipped.

“Oh, you mean she’s…”

“...human. It’s more common than you think. For me it’s nice to have a pair of hands around and for Liz it’s convenient to have a roomie who doesn’t take up much space. So, you wanna take me home?” she asked, swiveling her big ears in a way that signaled she knew the answer already.

*******

They had settled down on Roy’s couch, since chemistry or not it was their first date and neither of them was about to suggest they go straight to the bedroom. They might as well have since they were only on it for a few minutes before starting to kiss, and a few minutes later they were no closer to the bed but no closer to stopping.

Marion had been sitting beside him at first, and she’d looked cute and demure as she tilted her muzzle up for him to kiss, but soon enough she’d moved to straddle him, with her hindpaws on either side of him and her forepaws resting on her shoulders. Even though she wasn’t a big girl, from this position she was actually looking down on him a little, and the change in angle was enough to change her looks from a dainty puppy to an enticing predator with a very specific hunger.

He had his hand on the back of her head as they kissed. And it really was kissing, even though the coydog had chops instead of lips. A mare’s lips were much bigger than his own, but it was the same basic kind of mouth, while the amorous bitch straddling him had a canine muzzle. But kissing seemed to be more attitude and technique than anatomy when it came down to it. She’d started with tiny, flicking brushes of the tip of her tongue against his lips, and even though he’d felt it for the first time in his life it had taken less than a minute for it to feel natural enough for him to return the kiss. When his lips parted Marion’s muzzle opened and she drew his tongue in, folding her ears against her head as her tail began to wag.

He ran one hand along her side feeling a sleek muscular body under soft and perfectly groomed coat. He let his hand rest on her haunches feeling the furry rump sway a little as the big bushy tail wagged. Since Marion didn’t seem to mind, he let his fingers make furrows in her fur until the tips brushed against something hot, soft and perfectly smooth. The coydog’s big tail provided plenty of modesty and he hadn’t caught a glimpse of what he was touching but he knew enough about what his fingers were brushing against.

Her sex stuck out a little rather than being a subtle mound with a slit down the middle, and he knew the spongy canine vulva would be dark until the Y shaped folds were parted to show the familiar pink hidden inside. He coaxed a whimpery moan from her as he laid his hand over the canine mound, thrilling at the heat of it and the subtle way it twitched against his palm.

“C’mon, are you trying to make me beg?” she cooed, teasing the young man back by planting little lick-kisses along his neck and throat.

“So impatient… you aren’t in heat, are you?” he said, trying to fight his ticklishness as he prodded the center of Marion’s spade with the tip of his middle finger.

“Mhhmmm, you think I’d go on a first date while in estrus?” She said, her voice taking on a sibilant husk as his digit breached her mound and slid in. Even a stunted human hearing could read that tone of voice. She pressed her chest a little harder against his, arching her back and thrusting her rear out as she continued to kiss along his throat, occasionally letting the blunt sides of her teeth brush against bare skin, a sensation that Roy found intensely and inexplicably thrilling.

“W-why? Does it make you act like…”

“... a bitch in heat?” she finished for him, the word ‘heat’ pronounced so breathily that he could feel it against his wet throat. “Not really. A little hornier than usual. But my body becomes receptive, and it doesn’t end with my womb. Sex is much, much more intense. And intimate…” she cooed.

Roy had to wonder how much more intimate they could get. His finger was now slowly dipping in and out of a canine cunny that had a nice firm grip on him and he could feel his cock straining against his pants as the amorous bitch rubbed her body against his. He used his free hand to undo the buttons of his shirt, and when he opened it he sighed at the sensation of Marion’s fluffy coat pressing against his bare skin. It was only when she felt his hand drift lower that she interrupted him.

“Wanna let me get that?” she asked, and before he could reply she’d shimmied down, her pussy still holding his finger as she moved her muzzle to his pants. Roy held his breath as she gently nipped the corner and tugged it over the brass button before very carefully pinching the zipper in her teeth. She looked up at him and he wondered if it was going to be a tug-of-war scene, but she very gently slid it down.

“That’s as far as my trick goes…” she said, a hint for Roy to pull his pants and boxers down.

Once his shaft was revealed, Marion seemed eager to demonstrate more tricks. She didn’t actually sniff him but Roy didn’t miss the way her nostrils flared as the cool black pad of her nose brushed against his shaft. Her ears flicked a little and the tail beat against his forearm as it waged, his finger still stuck in the coydog’s fortune cookie.

“You’re awfully calm for someone whose pride and joy is this close to a big, bad coyote…” she teased, running her tongue along the underside of his erection in a way that fleshed some of her teeth.

“Well, only half of you. The other half is man’s best friend, so…”

“Mmhhhh, whatever you say, friend…” she husked, repeating the long, loving lick except that this time when she reached his glans her muzzle opened, the nimble canine tongue cradling his tip for a few moments as she gave him a sultry look before sliding her muzzle down. He couldn’t help but groan, his tensed-up body relaxing as he realized some part of him had been afraid of teeth. He felt none as the long, delicate muzzle easily accepted him, the big ears of the coydog flicking back demurely.

There were no lips to wrap around his shaft but Roy was surprised that he didn’t miss them. Marion’s tongue was broad, long and nimble enough to mold along the underside of his cock and press it firmly against her upper palate, its texture making the muscles in his thighs tense as she took every last inch of him, twisting and rubbing the doggy-tongue against him. She held her muzzle there and gave her rump a little wriggle, and when Roy slipped a second finger into the steamy spade of the amorous canine, he knew he’d read the gesture right.

As the coydog began to move her muzzle along him he explored the insides of the skilled bitch. She was tight, enough to make the erection trapped in Marion’s muzzle twitch and shoot pre down the canine femme’s hungry gullet, but that wasn’t all of it. The slick, silken walls were snug, but the spade that had felt so delicate and spongy against his palm was showing him what nature had designed it for.

A friend of his had confided, a few years back, that her first experience with a canine had nearly turned her off the idea of being with a male dog ever again. She’d known what a knot was and what it was for, but both her and her doggy had been young and had assumed that a firm tie just happened. It did too, but a sharp tug on the male’s part had yanked the swollen knot from his friend’s sex, painfully enough to give her a serious scare. And now he knew why it had happened.

The soft, silky fortune-cookie he was fingering would clench up every now and again, demonstrating that it was in fact muscle meant to hold a male in until he was spent, no matter how jittery he got. He wasn’t sure if it was all reflex or if Marion had some control over her cunny, but he found himself dying to feel her do it around his cock. One thing that he loved about mares was that even their pussy was active when it came to sex, winking and flashing rather than just being a wet, snug hole for the male to rut.

“I don’t wanna interrupt you, but you mind if I get a better look?” he asked, noticing the way her ears perked in confusion and then surprise as he reached out and grabbed her haunches.

No matter how feminine, a mare was always a gentle giant when she was with a human lover. And while Roy was secure enough in his masculinity to enjoy being with a female who was beyond a doubt bigger and stronger than he was, being the big one did give him some options, and opportunities to take the initiative. Marion managed to keep him in her muzzle and keep her teeth out of the way as he lifted and twisted her rear end until each of her hindlegs was stretched out across one of his shoulders.

She had her forepaws braced against the couch and her tail hiked up to expose what Roy had been so eager to see. Her body was firm, finely muscled under the soft fur, but so light that she brought to mind a dancer’s build, slender and light as a pixie. Her fur was for the most part a mix of various shades of brown and tan, but faded to a creamy yellow from the underside of her chin, her belly and the fine fluff surrounding her privates. The tailhole winking occasionally from under the flagged tail was a pale, pristine pink, but the twitching spade staring back at him was the warm brown that brought to mind rich muddy earth, possibly because it was distinctly wet.

He started on instinct with the maneuver that had always worked on both human and equine females, and even though the hiked tail gave a few wags and his cock muffled some interesting noises, it was clear that the licking upward didn’t work so well without a slit or teardrop to open around his tongue.

The tip did catch against the center of Myrna’s fortune-cookie, and since she did seem to be reacting to that the next time it happened Ray just pushed his tongue forward, watching the Y shaped folds par around it. He could feel her moan (or was it a howl?) around him, and the hairs on her tail brushed against the ones on the top of his head as she wagged in approval. He swirled his tongue around in here, but with his arms busy he wasn’t sure what more he could do. He pushed his face far enough that he had his lips mashed against the protruding vulva of the horny coydog, spread around his tongue but still small enough to…

It was a flash of inspiration, but apparently a good one as he parted his lips and drew the canine cunny into his mouth. Roy was sure that he must have looked ridiculous with his mouth closed completely around Myrna’s pussy, but nobody was around to see him and the bitch in question didn’t sound like she cared how he looked. He could hear her whimpery whines even with his erection nestled in that long, pretty muzzle. He barely had to move his tongue now, it was enough to suck her speared fortune-cookie in and squeeze his lips around it to make the canine sex clench around him.

He’d kept that up for a minute and stopped only when the noises coming from Marion made it necessary to check if she was all right. He’d pulled his tongue out before taking his lips off her spade, and when the un-plugged fortune cookie gushed into his mouth he realized that the coydog had climaxed without him realizing it. As she let his glistening length slip from her now panting muzzle he lowered her rump, the bitch immediately turning until he was once again face to face with the other end.

“Whooahh, that was… I’m your first bitch, right?” she asked.

“Yeah?” Roy replied, blushing a little at the word she’d used, a word that sounded intensely sexual when used by a bitch who was trying not to pant like one.

“‘Cause you’re not my first human, but I’ve never…” she said, stopping only when the wet tip of Roy’s cock made contact with her hot little spade. “Well, you can tell me where you learned that later. Suffice to say that you’ve put me in a mood to… reciprocate…” she husked, giving him a quick kiss before spreading her hindlegs on either side of him, her forepaws resting on his shoulders. He felt the heat of her sex as the wet spongy spade kissed his tip before the coydog’s hips stopped.

“Gonna need a little help now. The tapered ones I can just about catch, but a round glans wasn’t exactly designed to slip into a girl like me…” she husked.

It didn't take long for Roy to realize what she meant. Even with him holding his cock and using a hand to guide Marion’s hips the swollen glans had slipped away from the middle of her spade several times before finally landing dead center. He held himself still as the bitch pushed herself carefully down, the hot slick vulva finally parting enough to hug the very tip of his cock. She already felt so tight that Roy wondered if size was going to be an issue, but once she was sure he wasn’t going anywhere the horny bitch took him in a single smooth stroke.

She leaned in for a deep kiss as Roy forced himself to relax. The inside of her pussy wasn’t really tight - snug certainly, but he could tell that he was sitting very comfortably inside the amorous canine. That spade was a different story, and as Marion flicked her ears back, moaned into their kiss and clenched her sex, he became sure she had full control of that plump canine cunny.

She wasn’t moving and Roy began to wonder if she'd need to. She was squeezing and releasing, sometimes a long hard clench and sometimes little random twitches, all of them making his cock twitch in the sweet heat of her lithe body. She pressed herself against him, hard muscles under luxuriously soft fur, with little hot bumps that he knew must be her nipples. He rested a hand on the scruff, the twitch of her ear suggesting it might be a sensitive spot for her as his other hand sleeked down her fur until it settled on her fluffy rump. Not as hand filling as a mare’s, but there was something thrilling about how much of it he could palm.

She wasn’t big, even as dogs went, but her body was that of a predator - sleek, streamlined and packing more muscle than her size suggested. Muscle even in places he didn’t expect any, like that devilish little spade. It had seemed so soft to the touch, and Roy had been a little worried if Marion could comfortably take him, but now that he was in her that canine cunny was showing him who’s boss. When she clenched it he couldn't help but groan at the hot ring gripping the base of his cock, and that was before she even started moving.

She kept it tight while she moved her hips up, making his toes curl as his shaft was grabbed tightly by something that was nevertheless incredibly soft. When she pushed back down she would relax it completely, and he would fill her in a smooth stroke until the fluffy rump was resting against his thighs and the wagging tail was brushing across her knees. All the while her tongue played across his bare skin, from the flirty or deep kisses she was giving him to loving and playfully dominant licks across his bare throat and along his collar bone. He let her have her fun and returned the favor by kneading her scruff, which judging by the noises that coaxed from her was definitely an erogenous zone on a bitch, or at least this one.

She kept up that devious rhythm or a while - gripping him when she slid up his cock only to let him fill her like a hot knife going through butter. But the further they went and the faster she bounced on his lap, the less control she seemed to have over her sex. The glistening brown spade was clenching at random, responding to the increasingly wild tempo of the mating and trying to catch a knot that wasn’t there. It would tense up at unpredictable moments, sometimes just a hard pulse, other times an amorous death-grip on the male spearing it. The tongue that was still playing across his bare skin was now lolling a little, the breathy moans of the coydog femme starting to sound like the whimpery panting of a bitch in heat.

With one hand on her rump and the other on her scruff Roy began to buck up, his rear lifting off the couch as he bounced Marion on his lap. She seemed to approve of this, resting her head on his right shoulder and molding her body against his. She no longer had any control over her spade, but even if she did he doubted she could pull off that trick of timing her clenches to his pull-outs. The tempo of their lovemaking had devolved into something frantic and almost feral, and half the time the canine cunny was fighting to keep him from sliding out and half the time it seemed to be trying to keep him from sinking in. Either way the grip of her sex was driving him wild, keeping him bucking up into the canine femme even after she’d obviously reached her peak.

“Dhoo… don’t s-stop! Just… keep… keep…” she panted into his ear. She sounded almost out of it, like her brain was struggling to form even a simple sentence, but it wasn’t like Roy was clear minded. In his state of mind, there was no way to disobey a command like that.

Her spade now had him in a death grip, clenching so hard that he could feel him tugging and dimpling the canine sex as he thrust into her as fiercely as he could. The noises Marion was making were bizarre, breathy moans interspersed with whimpers and yelps. He realized why this was happening. If he had a knot, this would have been it – the big finale and a nice firm tie while he filled her up with everything he had. The grip of her sex would have prevented anything more than him grinding his crotch against her rear, but as tight as it was there was nothing for the bitch-pussy to grab a hold of. It was just clenched around the glistening erection pumping it, making the friction of every throbbing inch intense enough to reduce a confident young coydog into a panting bitch.

And it’s not like she was the only one starting to sound feral. Even though a male was obviously thrusting vigorously into it, Marion’s fortune-cookie seemed to be insisting on gripping a non-existent knot. It couldn’t hold him, which was not to say it was ineffective. The sheer tightness of the canine vulva had Roy gritting his teeth and doing his best to keep his fingers from digging into the doggy-girl’s haunches as he held back as long as he could. He was starting to wonder if her grip was too much and if he’d actually be able to climax with it choking his erection, but a minute or so later he was groaning as his shaft twitched and pumped thick human cum into the shuddering canine body pressed against him.

Marion brought her muzzle to his lips and they tried to kiss just for the intimacy of the moment, but after some sloppy tongue-twisting they wound up panting as all movement stopped apart from the twitch of her sex and a few final flexes of his cock in her messy cunny.

“Mmmhhhh, good boy!” she said, with Roy’s face splitting in an almost drunken grin at the absurdity of a dog calling him that. Still, if he had a tail, he was sure that tone would have got it wagging. “Now, how about you roll us over? That’s it, just lay me down…mnhhhh, I’ve got you, I’ve got you… there!” she murmured as they settled down with her resting on her back and him resting on his elbows, on top of and still inside his canine lover.

“Fuck… I can’t believe I’m still hard after that…” Roy muttered as the sweat of the wild rutting cooled on his back.

“I’ve noticed. You humans don’t have knots, but something about a firm spade trying to keep you tied makes you want to stay in as long as you can. So unless you’ve got something better to do, let’s just catch our breath, and when you feel up to it you can start moving. Do me human-style!” she said, her tail giving a little wag.

“You’re seriously up for another round? For a while there I thought I’d broken you…” Roy teased, and Marion kissed him just to shut his mouth.

“I’m fine, but it does get pretty… intense. Canine gals clamp down hard when they are close to climax because at that point it usually means a tie and we need to. When your partner can’t really move there’s no friction, so the spade and vaginal walls wrap as tight as they can around our lover, so tight that just the sensation of being filled and the heartbeat pulsing through knot and shaft is enough to push us over…”

“But if there’s no tie?”

“Yeah, then it gets kind of crazy. Everything’s snug but there’s a lot of friction because the male is still moving… When a male dog is tied with me, at that point I can feel his cock in the minutest detail, so much that I can picture it even if I hadn’t seen it beforehand. If there’s no tie, it’s the opposite – I can’t feel a thing other than motion, nerve endings going wild to the point I can’t tell if you’re pushing in or pulling out. Speaking of which…” she said, giving Roy a little squeeze.

He was still a little sensitive after his orgasm, but a slow and gentle pace was suiting them both just fine. The canine cunny was still snug around him bit it was no longer gripping him tight. It was letting him move, and Roy was doing just that. The spade was gripping him tight enough that not a drop of the mess he’d left in the sexy bitch leaked out, but he could feel it in there as every thrust stirred it around.

The last time around Marion had been happy to bounce on his lap, but in this position it was all up to him. The cute bitch settled for kissing and licking him wherever she could reach as he moved his hips in long, slow strokes. He had a lot more leverage now, but it was also what was holding him back. He was trying to gauge how hard he could thrust without making it uncomfortable or painful for the small female under him, but it seemed that as long as he supported his own wait the coydog could take whatever a human could dish out.

He wasn’t sure when he’d stopped the slow loving strokes and started on a proper rutting rhythm. They were both sated after their first climax and in no rush, but at some point the lazy and languorous lovemaking was yielding to the instinct to mate. His grunts mixed with her gasps, and an occasional yip. The first one had almost made him stop, but a playful nip on his neck assured him that his bitch was very eager for him to continue. Once he did Marion started kissing the pinched bit of skin better, huffing and whimpering against his neck as her spade began to twitch with a life of its own.

It was just as intense as the last time – Marion came first, clamping down on him as he let go of restraint and humped her like he was trying to plant his puppies in there. He could feel her tail thrashing between his knees, her breath hot against his throat still wet from her licks and kisses. Roy remembered what she said and fought the grip of her spade, trying to pull out as far as he could before jamming all the way back in. He even kept thrusting after he started spraying the canine cunny with his second load, churning the mess already in there as he made it bigger. With his vision blurring and his body letting him know he’d gone way over the limit on his endurance, he grabbed Marion and rolled them over on their sides, her sex still keeping a secure grip on the shaft leaking into it.

“Okay… I think that does it for me. Think you can carry me to the bathroom?” she panted.

“Don’t trust your legs after that?”

“It’s not that. Although it’s not far from that. But I can feel you going soft on me.”

“Don’t tell me you…” Roy began, but a giggle cut him off.

“No, I’m quite a happy puppy. But I can feel the mess you’ve made in me, and once you slip out… well, I just thought you’d rather have it on the tiles than on the couch.”

“Okay, you got a point there. Up we go…” he said, carefully hoisting the fluffy femme while making sure that his tumescent shaft was still inside her, plugging her sex.

“Not gonna lie though, being carried around is just… woof!”

*******

“Well, here we are – home sweet stable!” the mare exclaimed, and while it obviously wasn’t a stable it was quite different than any house he’d been to.

It had seemed small, from the outside, and he figured a mare like Dana would want more yard than house. And he’d heard of open-concept homes, but the mare’s house, save for the bathroom, was essentially one big room. She explained that it made sense – she lived alone so she didn’t need walls giving her privacy while also eating up space and creating cramped corridors. Even the seating area with its low coffee-table was a sort of pit aimed at the TV. The concept looked like it would be comfortable for a female of Dana’s size, but the big space had the advantage of making the zebra herself look more small and dainty.

They’d been out to a casual dinner just before, but the place had mostly outside seating, and dining al fresco in the bistro’s garden the mare certainly hadn’t seemed ungainly. The seat had been an icebreaker. So far Leonard had dated human and canine women, and helping a girl sit down was considered gentlemanly if a bit old fashioned, and with a dog girl it was genuinely appreciated. After he’d instinctively grabbed Dana’s chair she’d giggle-snorted and asked him to just move it out of the way. It had been weird to eat a meal sitting down while his date remained standing, but as she munched from the huge salad bowl piled high with mixed greens she’d explained that equines don’t really get tired from just standing around.

“You mind grabbing a couple of longnecks out of the fridge while I go freshen up?” the mare asked, and after Lenny nodded clopped away into the bathroom.

He’d barely started on his beer when she came out, and although he was sure she could manage he decided to be a gentleman and twist off the cap for her. That got him a coy smile but not an actual comment as he set the bottle in front of the mare. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t Dana leaning forward, parting her lips and sliding them a couple of inches down the frosty neck of the bottle, all while keeping her big brown eyes locked on his. He was half sure she was putting on some sort of show to get him hot and bothered, but was proven wrong when the mare gripped the glass with her teeth, wrapped her lips around it and lifted her muzzle, taking several long, refreshing gulps before lowering it down on the table with a soft click and a cocky grin.

As they drank they made small-talk, a little more casually than they’d done in the restaurant since this was a more relaxed atmosphere. Since it went well with their beverage of choice, their talk turned to sports. Lenny had played basketball in high school but had dropped it in college since he doubted he could actually go pro. Dana seemed to follow basketball quite closely for someone who could never have played the game, but it wasn’t a surprise that her physical activity of choice was jogging and her favorite sport was racing.

“But not that human kind where you sit behind a wheel and go ‘vroom, vroom’! I’m talking about the kind with real horsepower. For excitement, you just can’t beat it…” she insisted, taking another swig.

“So you don’t find race cars or motor bikes exciting?” Lenny asked, and the mare just managed to set her bottle down before bursting out in giggles.

“Okay, impressive machines and all that, but I really don’t think we were on the same page back there. I mean racers, perfect, sleek bodies in nothing but their fur, hooves pounding against the track, wet manes and lathered flanks. And the slow-motion replays?” she said, tossing her head and neighing for effect. Now, Leonard was sure he was on the same track.

“So… do you even care who wins?” he asked.

“Of course I do! I’m serious about my sports. I’m just saying that no matter who crossed the finish lines first, in a way I’m always the winner. You know, supposedly in the really old days the Olympic athletes all competed naked. And women were banned from watching them. But now, as long as I’ve got the right cable package, I can enjoy some of the fittest stallions in the world showing off what their bodies can do… well, on the race track, at least.”

“You’re awfully honest about perving on innocent athletes…” Lenny ventured, matching the mare’s lascivious grin.

“And you wouldn’t be doing the same if humans still competed in the buff? Although, there are sports where the girls’ outfits leave little to the imagination. Women’s volleyball, gymnastics…” she counted off in a suggestive tone.

“Okay, so you kinda got me there…” Lenny admitted. Although he found himself wondering how he’d next react to seeing mares race. He’d never thought much about them doing it naked since anthros are naked all the time, but after Dana’s little speech…

After they’d finished their beers he went to get another couple of bottles, and when he came back the mare had suggested he sit a little closer. That was kind of a hint that they’d talked enough sports, and soon enough even the frosty bottles were forgotten as the zebra extended her long, stripy neck out and he pressed his lips to hers. It should have been awkward. Her head was bigger than his, as well as her tongue, but the way she moaned into the kiss and the way she let him take the initiative were feminine enough to stir that part of him that didn’t care about comparative anatomy.

All his moves worked too. Her black lips were smooth and supple and then smacking, suckling noises they made were familiar. He’d wondered if it would be awkward with her somewhat jocky attitude, but when it came to kissing the striped mare was as eagerly demure as any girl. She also moaned a little as he instinctively moved his hand to trace her jaw and cup her cheek. Remembering what Roy had talked about he didn’t let his hand stop there. A stallion had never caressed her face while kissing, could have never ran his fingers along the Mohawk-mane, or scratched at the base of the mare’s ears. Those same ears were folded by the time they broke their kiss, and one look at her big brown eyes told Lenny that hands really could make a lot of difference.

“I know you humans have this whole modesty thing going on, and I have to admit your outfits can look pretty cute, but I’m kinda curious to see a little more of you, and I know at least one part of you wants to be unwrapped…” Dana said, gesturing with her big brown eyes to the big bulging tent in Lenny’s pants.

She looked demure and patient as she reclined there, already as naked as the day she was born and watching intently as her human date took his clothes off. It wasn’t really a strip-tease even though the fact that she had nothing to take off kinda made Leonard feel like he was a one-man show. The zebra wore a cute poker-ace, looking eager but with nothing betraying how much The only exception were the big, mobile ears that perked once his pants were off and he stood naked in front o her.

Lenny had figured this would be the make-or-break moment. He was tall athletic and with eight inches he knew he was a handful for human women. He was also nothing compared to a stallion, but those ears remained perked and Dana’s eyes seemed glued to the smooth, fleshy rod sticking out of his crotch. He sat back down and they went back to kissing, but the mare didn’t take long to break it and move her big soft lips down his neck and along his collar.

“Okay, so I kinda get the clothes thing. Sleek fur like mine doesn’t really hide much, but you’re just so… naked!” she said, admiring he expanse of tan flesh. He gave her free reign, letting a hand settle on top of her head as he played with her mohawk a little before turning his attention to those ears. One flicked away at his touch, but the mare murmured in appreciation when he brought his fingers to scratch at the base of the teasing appendage. She’d made her way down to his sternum by then, in no hurry but with an obvious goal in mind. She repaid tit for tat by snorting against his abs, and in spite of the heat of her breath Lenny could feel goose pimples rise across his bare flesh.

Her next exhalation was against his dripping glans and it caused more than goose pimples to rise. Dana had played fair during their kisses and let him be the male even though his tongue couldn’t match hers. Now she didn’t seem to see a need to play coy, and as her muzzle parted daintily she let the whole thing slide past her lips, looking up into his eyes before bringing it into play.

Leonard felt his body tense as the thick equine tongue started to run along his shaft, the striped mare letting the length bob and bump against her muzzle as she went to work teasing him more than actually working towards something. Her nostrils were flared as she took in his scent and every exhalation had the young man’s jaw clenching. She pushed her black muzzle down, huffing into his sack even as the tip of that large tongue juggled his family jewels. He almost reached out on reflex, because in this situation he’d normally put his fingers to work making sure the girl playing around with him got some attention too, but any part of the mare that might appreciate his touch was simply too far away.

Not that Dana seemed to mind. She worked her way back up and once she reached he tip she gave the glans a kiss before wrapping her lips around him and sliding them down. Leonard heaved a deep breath as his abs twitched and his legs tensed. Lips that were strong enough to tear up grass could really grip a man but they were still so soft and so supple that even a firm grip felt like heaven.

Not surprising, the mare had no trouble taking everything he had in a smooth, demure plunge of her muzzle. What was more surprising was how good she looked doing it. Lenny’s size meant that any girl giving him a serious blowjob would look ridiculous, with her jaw opened as far as t would go and her lips pulled over her teeth. Not the mare though. She was looking up at him all the while, batting her long lashes while keeping her lips wrapped around him. The size of her muzzle meant that she looked no different than say, a human girl sucking on her finger, and no matter how deep or how fast she went she looked amazing doing it.

“Unghhh, if you keep that up…” he groaned, but one look from the mare made it clear she got his warning and didn’t give a damn. His fingers dug into the cushions as he leaned back and let her work, watching the muzzle bob up and down, the big equine tongue writhing around him like a horny snake until she teased him past the point of no return. She drove her muzzle down when she felt the first spurt, easily keeping up with the flow of a pent up male as she huffed against his crotch.

“Mhhh. This is so much easier when there’s no flare to worry about…” the mare said after letting his tip fall from her lips, watching the shiny shaft go slightly soft but not actually shrink. “Look, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything. I’m not sure how it works for humans, but you have to drain a stud if you want to give him a chance once he’s inside you…” she said, and Lenny could read between those lines. “I don’t usually move this fast, even on a hook-up app, but there is a matter of chemistry as well as curiosity, so…”

“Well, the night is young. No need to rush…” he said, trying to ctch his breath without looking like he was struggling to.

“So, just out of curiosity, how long do you think you can keep going?” she said, and something about the swish of her tail and the splay o her ears made it clear what she was referring to.

“Well, I’m in pretty good shape, and after you bought me some time with that blowjob, switching up the tempo every now and again… maybe thirty?”

“Mhhhh, glad to hear it! Thirty seconds is usually enough to make me feel like a mare.”

“No, I meant thirty minutes…” he said, and got a very honest laugh out of the zebra.

“No, seriously how long…” she began, but the expression on Leonard’s face seemed to give her the answer. “Oh! Okay so… humans… more of a marathon than a sprint, huh?” she said, and he could swear the white stripes on her face were turning a little pink.

“Well if it’s any easier, you’re my first mare… speaking of which, I’d like to see what I’m up against, if you’d like a little attention too…”

“Well, with a stallion it would go without saying. They need to get us good and ready, so that we’re already close when they mount up. With you I might actually regret giving you a head start, but sine you’re curious…” she said, nimbly getting up and with a clatter of hooves Lenny was face to rump with the striped mare.

He took a moment just to get a good look, if not an outright stare. He could tell she’d enjoyed giving him that amazing blowjob, the flawless ink-black skin glistening where the mare’s nectar had leaked. He smelled the clean, shampooed fur that was the mark of an anthro who cared for her hygiene, but also the wild scent of her pheromones, something difficult to define but more striking than what a human girl’s slit could produce.

Nor was he looking at a slit. Under the puckered donut under the mare’s tail the supple flesh was a straight line, but rather than a dainty little hood it ended as a teardrop, full and plump-looking. His first impulse was to touch, and it was to touch just there, his fingers practically cupping the protrusion of velvety, rubbery flesh that he knew was hiding the mare’s buzzer. She hummed softly and hiked her ropey tail just a little farther. He laid his whole hand over the mare’s sex, daunted a little by its size but thrilled by its heat. He palmed the bottom of it again, feeling the thrilling weight of that teardrop in his palm. He used his index and ring finger to pry the folds open, eyes focusing on the familiar glistening pink that promised slickness and warmth once he slid in.

He slipped his middle finger in, and got a soft coo, but figured he could do better. With his pinky and index finger keeping her open, he stuck the middle two digits in as deep as they would go, twirling and curling and getting a twitch of the zebra’s tail and a promising gasp.

“So… fingers, huh? Guess they really come in handy…” Dana said, her tone playful but breathy.

“They do more than just open beer bottles…” Leonard replied, getting a feel for the mare.

She was… roomier than a human girl, but that only made sense. Still, she was tighter than he expected. With his size, no girlfriend had actually been fine with him going wild when he was in them and on top of them, but then again a few would get fairly wild while they were the one on top. He might have to give it his all to get the mare off, but it would definitely be nice change o let loose and get an ‘Oohhh!’ instead of an “Oww!’. He was in a way expecting what happened next but it still caught him by surprise when with the softest, faintest and slightly wet noise the mare’s sex winked and her heart shaped clit flashed him just as his fingers curled at the base of it.

“So… winking, huh?” he said, eyes glued to the mare’s onyx teardrop in case she did it again.

“Mmmm-hmm. You must be doing something right. She only winks at boys she likes...” the mare coed, just as the vulva she’d been referring to in the third person gave another wink.

He had to admit it was cute, and kind of hot to see a pussy visibly respond to a nice fingering. When a girl had him in her grip he’d twitch and flex to let her know how she was doing, and the mare’s supple pussy was doing the same with the little moist flashes. Not that it was the only hint he was getting. The more he worked the more worked up Dana’s pussy got, and winking just seemed to push everything the sweltering marehood secreted right out. It was running out of her, trickling down the plump bottom of her eardrop and then between her legs, along the smooth black skin of her teats. It was also running down his hand, the hot little trail reaching his wrist and making good way to his elbow.

It was all he could smell now, the wild scent that was between spice and musk and that he somehow identified as unmistakably female. He found himself curious to find out what she tasted like, and when she next flashed her clit, he figured it was his invitation. He pinched the plump black teardrop just behind the wet ping gem, preventing it from slipping back into the safety of the mare’s sweltering sex. That had made Dana gasp, but what left her mouth was between a whimper and a whinny, caused by human lips locking on the glistening equine clit.

It started as a kiss but encouraged by that noise Lenny drew the heart-shaped nub into his mouth, sucking it in as he swirled his tongue around it. He could see tremors running along the perfect striped ass filling his vision, and got a little nervous when one of Dana’s hind hooves left the ground. Even the possibility of a reflex kick didn’t actually move him, and to his relief the hoof was set down, a little further away from the other one, opening the mare up and giving him better access.

He slid his hand between the parted haunches, following the trail of smooth and very wet skin. He smeared the mess as he went, as if trying to cool the zebra’s warm flesh with the hot mess drooling and trickling from her cunny. He didn’t really expect much from her breasts, or rather teats, especially since the mare had obviously never had foals. And while they were tiny compared to the rest of her, she was a big girl after all, and he found plenty to play with. They had the feel of budding breasts, just big firm bumps against the mare’s body, but they still sat very enticingly in his hand, and as the big nipples grew stiff he knew they were just as sensitive as what a human woman sported on her chest.

Playing with her tits had accomplished two tings - one was to get the mare even more riled up, and the second was to distract Leonard from just how riled he got her. He’d missed the twitching of the ropey tail, and the flexing of the plump dark ring under it had caught his eye but not his attention. He mouth was still full of mare-clit when the sporadic winks became rhythmic and frequent until a particularly strong flex wound up squirting him right in the face with the zebra’s nectar. Her moans were breathy and feminine, so demure and at odds with the distinctly physical way she was showing her delight on the other end. By the time she was done Leonard actually had to wipe his hand across his face, the mare giggling at the sight before helping clean him with that big equine tongue.

“That’ll do for now. Just remember to wash your face properly before you leave, I don’t want my neighbors giving me dirty looks tomorrow morning…” she said, giving him a final peck on the lips.

“Is that your way of saying you’re kicking me out?” he teased, knowing by the twinkle in her eyes that Dana wouldn’t make him leave. Hell, with that twinkle, he doubted she’d let him…

“Well fair’s fair, I think I owe you a chance to mark me. So, you up for playing stud?” she said, cantering cutely to the mattress on the other side of the room. It was big, thick, and all four corners had cords reaching to the ceiling with artificial but pretty flowering vines wrapped around them. She laid down with surprising grace, rolling over onto her back with her forehooves curled up against her chest and hiding her muzzle and the grin he knew was on it.

“These are cute…” he said.

“Pardon?” asked the mare, possibly thinking he might have referred to her teats, now on full display as she played her stripy legs.

“I meant these. Don’t get me wrong, I like the jock side of you, but it’s cute that you go or girly things like this…” he said, fingering the artificial flowers.

“Uuhhhh, cute, huh?” she said, and presumably used her transmitter to switch on… something. The noise was coming from above, the hum of a well-maintained and likely powerful mechanism. It pulled the wine-wrapped cords up, lifting the corners of the bed and pulling them closer.

The bedspread was lying on some sort of sturdy net and as the corners of it rose it cradled the mare in the center until it actually began to lift her off the mattress. Dana held his gaze and smiled as she very slowly ascended, silently stopping the thing when her sex was crotch level with Leonard’s erection. As the hum died down and the machine stopped it seemed like the only sound was the soft music still playing in the background and the barely audible wet noises of an equine pussy flexing and winking.

“Wow…so this thing…”

“Yeah, doing it horsey-style is fun but it can get boring. This makes it easier to kiss, among other things. It can take my weigh and that of a stallion mounting me, but I gotta say I’m not sure the warranty covers thirty minutes of uninterrupted rutting. So, wanna help me void it?”

Lenny had wondered how this was going to happen, the worst case scenario being Dana unable to lower herself far enough, forcing him to look or a stool or something. Horsey style would have otherwise been fine for him since he had to admit the athletic zebra had a magnificent ass, and a tail that looked like it could provide a nice firm grip. But she did look gorgeous served up like this, with the flowers masking the machines cables helping make her look more dainty and feminine. Laying a hand on her black teats, he used the other one to guide his tip to the now upside-down teardrop. Watching that pink nub flash and flick against him would definitely be a bonus, and the equine clit was doing just that as he smoothly sheathed himself in Dana who to his relief was making some very encouraging noises.

“Hooooohhhhkay… moment of truth I guess… everything working out for you?” she asked in a slightly breathy tone that made Leonard realize she’d been worried about being too big for him just as he worried about being too small.

“Yeah, no complaints. Ngh, the winking is… new…” he said, realizing that when the mare winked it wasn’t just her vulva doing the work. The whole equine sex was involved, flexing and rubbing against him in a way that had his ass clenching. It was ironic that her equine reflex was making him chomp at the bit, spurring him to play the part of a stallion. “You?”

“You’re reaching all the right spots… it’s definitely not going to take me thirty minutes to show you how good you feel in there…” she said with a dainty snort.

Even though it was obvious this body could take anything he could dish out, Lenny started slow and gentle, sawing in and out in long, lazy strokes as his cock emerged glistening from the onyx lips of the mare. Dana certainly didn’t mind being treated like a lady rather than a mare in heat, and if she did the soft moans and flicking ears were a funny way of showing it. With his cock now firmly buried, Leonard ran his hands down her legs, from the hard, slim fetlocks to the curvaceous haunches that twitched under his fingertips. Dana seemed to like that to, but when he turned his attention to her wet, black-skinned teats, she giggled in between gasps.

“You know… mhhhm,,, I’ve been with one human male before. He also couldn’t keep his hands off tho-ooOoh!-se and insisted that all you men are like that. I wasn’t sure if he wasn’t just pulling my leg right along with my teats, until now…”

“Don’t you like it?” Lenny asked, but the way her nipples stiffened into proud, hard peaks on the dark bumps were already proof.

“No, I do! I don’t know why but… they’re sensitive, I guess? And I know for a fact fingers can do amazing things… but you aren’t just doing it to be n-nghh!nice, are you?” she asked, winking after he gave her left mound a particularly firm grope.

“No, I’m definitely enjoying myself. And these are more of a handful than they look. So stallions don’t really notice them?”

“Not once they’re weaned! Plus they don’t have hands, so…” she said, ending the sentence with a cute grunt as Lenny bucked in a little harder.

“Yeah, but they have lips…”

“Oh my God! Could you just imagine? Maybe if the mare had a kink for seeing a stud act like a hungry colt…” she said, her tail licking and brushing between his legs with the tufted tip.

“So like…MILFs?” he asked, realizing it probably wouldn’t work since both ‘mom’ and ‘mare’ start with an M.

“Umpfh! I hear you humans call it that. For equines it’s ‘dames’ and DILFs are ‘sires’.”

“So you don’t mind if I…” he asked, giving one big rubbery nub a tweak and a tug.

“Mnnhhaa, the moment I start minding, I’ll let you know!” she moaned out the pink nub flicking out against him and acting as an intimate thumbs up.

Leonard couldn’t’ help bot compare the zebra to some of the doggy-dates he’d had. He’d even been with a Great Dane for a month or two, but even that canine amazon was a pixie compared to the striped mare gasping as he drove into her. Both were a little hotter than he was, and he definitely liked that. But sooner or later sex with a bitch turns into a tug of war, even for a male without a knot.

And while that had its charms, there were advantages to a pussy that even when clenching allowed him to move freely in and out, drawing grunts from him and moans from Dana. Not to mention that even though she seemed quite slim the mare had more generous curves than any canine girl he’d ever been with, all of them firm and bouncy. He was still trying to be a gentleman and not just jackhammer away like a part of him wanted to, but he was definitely trying to find the mare’s limits. His pull-outs were fairly slow, but he was putting more and more force into every thrust.

Dana reward it by switching from coos and soft gasps, to cute little cries and noises that were between a whimper and a whinny. He wasn’t kidding himself that it was his size that was doing it, and he doubted that even his athletic body could put more into his thrusts than a stallion’s haunches. But a stallion would have tapped out by now, whether or not he’d gotten the job one. He could tell by the fold of Dana’s ears and the glassy look her big brown eyes were taking on that she was close to cumming, whereas he’d barely gotten warmed up.

It was tempting to take it easy on the mare, but he figured she’d have a nicer time if he didn’t. Leonard cheated, using his hands every bit as much as the cock now dripping in the mare’s honey as it pistoned way at her winking teardrop. Her big black nipples had gone from stiff to almost painfully hard, big rubbery nubs sticking up in two pretty peaks between her splayed legs. He switched from groping the perky ink-black teats and just tugging and pinching the rubbery tips. One time a particularly firm tug got the mare’s left hindleg twitching, but Dana seemed to have a good enough grip on herself that he didn’t need to worry about a hoof to the face.

Her climax didn’t exactly surprise him. She was his first mare, but she was also a very vocal one, and he could tell what was coming by the climbing tone of her sweet voice, as well as the way the tufted tail was lashing away between his legs. And if he’d missed that, there was the now frantic lashing of her clit to clue him in on what was going on with the striped mare. If he’d been closer, the clenches that accompanied the winks might have pushed him over, but after the blow-job the zebra had given him, Leonard was just hitting his stride and had no problems smoothly hammering away at he mare’s sex as she hit her peak.

What almost broke his stride was the sudden slurping noise followed by a hot splash against his thighs. He supposed that it stood to reason that a bigger girl would make a bigger splash, but he was a bit shocked by the rivulets of hot mare-mess running down his leg and dripping from his sack as it smacked wetly against the mare’s pucker on every thrust. It was surprising but hardly a turn-off, especially since the noises were now sloppier and the sweet scent of the zebra even more intense as it ran down his skin and soaked into her fur. He only slowed down when the noises the recovering mare was making started sounding a little whimpery.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah, just… never had a male who could keep going after I was done.” she gasped out, her chest swelling with each ragged breath. “Feels kinda sensitive back there… maybe take it slow for a while?” she asked, obviously a bit shy about asking a male half her size to take it easy on her.

With his ego now as swollen as his cock, Lenny did just that. He shortened his thrusts and settled for just grinding against the mare and poking around in the sweet-smelling mess that was her sex. He eased off her flashing clit and firm teats and moved his hands along her haunches, feeling the firmness of the runner’s muscles and the occasional tremor and quiver running along the mare’s rump.

Even under his palms she felt different than a bitch. Dobie and Dane girls were big and strong but their muscles had a whipcord quality and their bodies were predator-sleek. Dana’s body had muscles, had every obvious horsepower, but things were more rounded out into a firm but very curvy body. A body that had been so intimidating a while ago, before he realized he could make the mare cum before even getting out of breath.

When her tail began to twitch between his thighs, he took it as a signal that Dana had recovered, at least enough that she didn’t need him going easy on her. He was tempted to go all out again, to tweak that heart-shaped nub and played with the black teats that were still stiff and inviting. But if he didn’t try, he’d never know. He could tell by the noises the mare was making that she was still sensitive after her orgasm, and Leonard decided to press his advantage.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her haunches, feeling the muscles tense in response as his hips started slamming into them. The mare curled her forehooves against her chest and moaned long and low, throwing her head back as her two-legged stud let her have everything he had to give. He was rutting her with enough force to make his sack slap against the winking black ring of her pucker, the sound of bare skin slapping against sleek fur growing louder and wetter as his thrusting and her winking pumped her mess out of her.

Dana wasn’t a pushover, and he wondered if she was trying to hold back just to see if he’d take the easy way out and bring his fingers into play. By the time she came again sweat was beading on Lenny’s brow, and her climax had been so sudden that the mad pulsing if her teardrop almost pushed him over. When her big brown eyes focused again she was starting at him in disbelief as he continued, albeit gently, to thrust into her. The expression on her striped face was almost enough to push him over, and he wondered if any stallion had been lucky enough to be gazed at like that though those long lashes, with the zebra’s onyx lips parted in a silent plea.

With nothing else to prove, he gave his hands free reign. Just about any part of her he could reach responded to his touch, with the exception of her hooves. He hadn’t really expected them to be ticklish or anything, but the mare had practically laughed when he tried stroking them. And made altogether different noises when he brought his hands down to knead her pert black bumps. When he was finally done himself he felt like he was about to lose consciousness along with his seed. Neither of them had bothered to set a stopwatch so he had no idea if he’d gone over thirty minutes, but as his glistening shaft slipped from the gently winking teardrop he doubted either of them really cared.

As the mare’s rig descended in response to a silent command he stared down at his hips, crotch and legs, soaked and reeking of a very satisfied mare. He’d definitely need a shower before getting dressed, but when he looked at the mare she was lying on her side and more to the point on one side of the bed. There was an invitation written on the zebra’s face, and a suggestion that they could take that shower together. In the morning…

*******

“So… uhh, elephant in the room but… how was it having a mare in the room?” Roy asked as they both leaned back with a cold bottle in hand.

“It was her room, actually. That’s actually a good way to put it - her whole place minus the bathroom is one big room.” Leonard replied, dancing around the question.

“And you got there after your first date?” Roy asked. They were both on their third beer, and it had taken the first four bottles to get them relaxed enough to talk about this without feeling like they were superficial at best and pigs at worst.

“Ughhh, when you put it like that it sounds… Look, I wasn’t pressuring her or anything, certainly not to prove anything to you. Dana’s a pretty cool girl, and I honestly would have been happy with a kiss goodnight, but we had some pretty good chemistry and it just… felt natural.”

“Okay, so obviously this is the part where I stop prying because it’s the decent thing to do. And I know you’re enough of a gentleman not to get into the sort of details that would be disrespectful to the lady who was kind enough to show you some kindness. But I am gonna ask you if your attitude about mares in general is any different after that night.”

“We set up another date the next morning. But since I can see that’s not enough for you…” Leonard said, taking a swig before continuing. “I’m a jock so I guess I’m kinda used to being the big one in a couple. You know, height and weight wise. Look, it’s not all about feeling inadequate. The canine girls I got hot about were big fit girls too, and they had been with some pretty big dogs. Nature’s been kind to me but I don’t kid myself into thinking I can swing the same kind of bat as a mastiff or a Dane.”

“Yeah, they don’t call them Great Danes for nothing…” Roy quipped.

“Yeah, but I still have those males beat when it comes to height and weight. A stallion though? Fuck, not even a pony… And to make things even more tense, I was her first human. I could tell she thought I was cute, that’s why she invited me to her place, but I began thinking that maybe she’d made a mistake and that I might be her last human.”

“Well I know the story has a happy end, and even sequel to come…”

“Yeah, because we… well we clicked. I had to get creative, but as scary as it is to step into a stallions shoes…”

“...horseshoes…”

“...when you actually pull it off. Fuck, when a mare’s looking at you through lidded eyes as if you were a stud, you really start to feel like one.” he finished on a wistful note, before turning things around on Roy. “Okay, that’s as much as you’re getting from me. Anything you want to share with the group?”

“Well we ended up at my place, so I guess… chemistry for me too? I think what made it easier is that I wasn’t her first human. Marion’s a charming girl and even cuter in person than the pic on Mixer, so I was definitely in the mood to take it further. Size was kind of a different factor for me. I was worried I might wind up treating her like a china doll and ruining the moment, or worse yet forgetting how much smaller she is and actually hurting her. But it turned out to be just…natural, I guess…”

“So you seeing her again?” Lenny asked.

“Friday night.” he said, taking a swig. After that they changed the subject on an unspoken agreement. Their wager was apparently still too close to call.

*******

“So, uhh… the park…” Roy remarked.

“Well it’s a beautiful day, makes sense for a second date.” Chirped the coydog from beside his left knee as they strolled down the meandering path. “Besides, I love this park!”

“You come here? Alone?”

“Well, whenever I don’t have a handsome young thing like yourself to escort me…”

“Yeah, but people bring their… pets here. I mean, doesn’t it ever get… awkward? Like with the feral dogs?” he said, trying not to go into too much detail.

“Oh! I see what you mean. To tell you the truth, I’ve never had a problem. Ferals are cleverer than you think. They can hear canines like me talking, sounding just like humans, their noses detect my cosmetics, my shampoo that smells indistinguishable from those a human woman would use. Our body language, the things we react and pay attention to. As far as they’re concerned, anything that ignores a frisbee or a tennis ball can’t really be a dog, so there are never any… misunderstandings.”

“Yeah, I guess I see how that makes sense.”

“You’re so sweet to worry for my safety! Never mind, if a large Rottweiler comes over and starts accosting me, feel free to heroically fling yourself in his path to protect my virtue…” she said, coaxing a smile from the face above her.

“And people?”

“They can tell right away, even if they don’t spot my smart collar.” She said referring to the anthro equivalent of a smartphone. “Toddlers sometimes make the mistake, but even they realize what I am the moment I say ‘Hi there!’ instead of ‘Woof!’. And who’s gonna get upset at them? I dunno, maybe somebody does, because parents are usually so embarrassed when it happens. But I figure I’d have to really be a bitch to get angry at little kids who ju…” she said, stopping suddenly as her eras first perked than swiveled.

“What is it?”

“For one, Timmy fell down a well, but I also think that… c’mon, follow me…” she said.

Roy did as he was told, following the canine girl who in turn seemed to be following her ear. They made their way until they were just a dozen feet behind another couple, a human and a zebra. Roy was wondering what the odds were that this was who he thought he was when suddenly the coydog next to him cried out.

“Hey Dana!” she said, the mare’s long neck turning and her brown eyes instantly widening in recognition.

“Hey bitch!” the mare said cheerfully as Marion’s tail wagged. Her date turned in surprise if not shock, and his expression got even more ridiculous when he saw Roy standing next to the canine trotting up to say hello to the zebra. “You out for your walkies? Oh… sorry, didn’t notice you there…” she said, finally zeroing in on Roy.

“No, not walkies, I’m on a date as it happens. Roy, this is Dana, a friend from college. And the young man with her is…” she said, giving the zebra a chance to introduce her companion.

“Leonard…” said Roy, beating her to it. Lenny gave them an awkward wave as the girls looked on puzzled.

“So… do you two know each other, or was that just a really good guess?” Dana asked.

“Nah, we’re pretty much best friends…” Leonard admitted.

“Well, since we all kinda-sorta know each other, you two mind if we join you?” Marion chirped, and since there were no objections, they continued their walk with the couples side by side.

“So, how did you two meet?” the coydog asked, making the zebra’s tail twitch.

“Marion!”

“Ahhh, that answers that! Oh don’t give me that look, I’m not gonna judge, am I. It was my idea, after all. And Roy isn’t going to judge you either because we also met on Mixer. Dana’s been curious about humans for some time and it took me a while to talk her into trying the app, that there would be plenty of cute two-legged boys eager to go out with her. And I wasn’t wrong – right off the bat, she caught Leonard’s eye!” Marion insisted.

“Actually… well, might as well get it out in the open. She caught my eye…” Roy said, with both of the girls looking confused as they walked along.

“I’d… I’d been with mares… other than human girls, and Leonard preferred canines. So we kinda got this idea that we’d pick the perfect date for each other…” he said as both he and Lenny waited for the girls to freak out.

“So you chose each other’s… so I’m your idea of a perfect mare?” Dana asked, giving her Mohawk a little shake as she flashed him a smile.

“Well, sort of. We’ve known each other for ages, so I was trying to pick a girl who’d be perfect for Lenny.”

“…and he did the same for you.” Marion finished. After that they walked in what for the men was a tense silence. Dana wound up breaking it.

“So?”

“So… what?” Leonard asked.

“You boys wanna switch?” the mare asked, or rather teased.

“I’m good…” Lenny replied, resting his hand on her withers.

“Me too…” Roy added, petting the head of the coydog who’d folded her ears back in preparation for it. There was no tension for the rest of their walk.

*******

“What?” Roy asked after her third giggling fit, his hand roaming across her chest and belly as he spooned up against her and throbbed inside her.

“It’s just that… I’ve been with humans before. I’ve studied human sexuality as part of my coursework, but I still can’t get over it. What is your fascination with breasts?” she asked, savoring the feel of bare skin against the fur of her back.

“You’re the professional, why don’t you tell me…”

“I wish science had an answer. Sure, human females have prominent breasts even without ever having children, but so do bovines for example, and you’ll never see an anthro bull obsessing over an udder once he’s been weaned…”

“So it just seems… ridiculous to you?” the young man said, still trailing his hand along the tiny nubs almost completely hidden by her fluffy fur.

“Well when it comes to your females I get it. I live with a human female and I know how much attention she pays to making sure her breasts are at once on display and hidden enough to maintain a taboo. The bra is a fascinating item of clothing once you view it from a professional distance. So I get it - human women have taken efforts to make their breasts primary sexual characteristics, amplifying any latent interest you males had in them until it became an obsession. But then why are you fooling around with mine? They can’t possibly be eye-catching…”

“I dunno… there’s a lot of them though…” he said, brushing his fingertips across several of them. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course I don’t mind. I’ve still got nerve endings there and they respond well to tender touches, and even an occasional pinch and tweak…. mhhhh, like that! What I don’t really understand is what you get out of it…”

“Well hearing you make those noises is kinda nice…” Roy said, placing a kiss between her ears.

“You don’t miss the actual fleshy feel of human ones? Or do you hope that mine will grow if you play with them - eight perky, squeezable mounds for you to play with? Well, nothing short of putting puppies in meEeeeeeh!” she yipped as fingertips left the two rows of nipples and slid down the end of her sternum, grazing something that made her leg kick the empty air on reflex.

“Wait, did you just… seriously? Right… here?” the voice behind her asked, curious and cruel as fingers attacked her weak spot. Marion was giggling and wiggling against his grasp as her leg began to kick out rapidly over and over.

“S-stop! That… that tickles!” she squealed, not exactly convincing herself. The embarrassing kicking reflex was causing a lot of movement down there, movement that made her intimately aware that she had an erect male hilted in her spade. Roy had been gripping that same disobedient leg while he made wonderfully lazy love spooned up against her. As always, her first orgasm had made her more sensitive, so much that she could feel how her kicking was making her sex twist and wrap around him, the friction partially masked by the mess being stirred around inside her.

“So… belly wubs, huh?” Roy asked, but to his credit he moved his palm to the side, once again resting his hand across several stiff canine nipples, letting the panting bitch catch her breath. “And then there was a mention of putting puppies somewhere...”

“Scientifically impossible, of course, but it might be fun to try…”

“I’m comfy if you are…” the young man said, giving her a slow thrust that had Marion folding her ears.

“Actually, would you mind getting up? No, not getting out! Stay boy, stay!” she commanded as his erection nearly slipped all the way out of her spade, in spite of its efforts to grip it. “I meant get up and take me with you!”

“Ahh, I get it…” he said, and when an arm wrapped around her chest she knew that he did. She murred happily as her body was lifted before gravity set her down firmly on her lover’s cock. “Wow, you’re light…”

“... maybe you’re just strong? Mhhh, you certainly feel strong…” she murred as Roy got up, her forepaws folded around the arm holing her up while her hindpaws hung lazily.

“Fuck, you’re loving this, aren’t you?” the young man groaned as her spade pulsed around him.

“It’s a bit of a kink. It’s at once comforting being held by a strong but gentle male, and of course once the fun starts there’s gravity sort of… driving me down.”

“I see. So you get off on being a helpless little pup, at the mercy of a big strong human holding you?” Roy asked, giving a few testing thrusts just to check what gravity would do.

“Mnhhhh, I wouldn’t go that far. Being half-coyote half-husky has left me with a bite strength of… well, best not to worry about that. Suffice to say that it takes a lot to intimidate a girl with jaws like mine…”

“Point taken. But I gotta say this does seem… promising…” Roy said, giving a buck with his hips that was enough to bounce the coydog a few inches off him before gravity impaled her once again on his erection.

“Nghhyeah… so just a while ago you were very sweet and loving and really made me feel like a princess, but if you don’t mind, I think that for the second round, I’d like to feel like a bitch…” Marion said, putting an emphasis on the last word that she knew would get her man going. The word was a bit of a taboo for humans, and she learned that if you really honeyed that word up, it would have a very distinct effect on a human ear… as well as other parts.

The first few bucks were tests, although Roy was doing his best not to make them feel like it. He was still sensitive about the size difference, worried about getting carried away and messing things up or possibly hurting her. Touching really, and Marion knew how to deal with it. Worries could be brushed aside by a moan, a gasp, or a deep, sensuous growl. It was just that kind of growl that she hit Roy with, smiling as he responded to her fierceness by tightening the arm gripping her across the chest as his thrusts picked up a tempo.

She continued giving him little audible clues to her enjoyment, just in case the flexing of her spade was a tad too subtle. While they’d been spooned up the slow pace had given her the perfect opportunity to show off what a puppy-pussy could do by clenching every time Roy’s erection slid out, feasting her ears on her lover’s groans, and relaxing her fortune cookie so that it just dimpled gently as it allowed the male to sink back in with no resistance save or that offered by a snug ring of velvety flesh. That blunt glans could be a pain in the rump to get in, but she had to admit it had its advantages. It was such a gentle penis, in spite of its size. And even though a tapered cock spread a girl in a more gentle fashion, it could poke around quite painfully if the angle got awkward. With a human cock she kind of liked twisting her hips in such a way as to get the spongy, rounded head to graze and poke different parts of her sex.

The more Roy got into it the more her hind legs bounced up and down as the force of his thrusts served to push her off him. She tilted her head up as far as she could, managing to lure Roy into a quick upside-down kiss before lips parted from muzzle and she went back to making encouraging noises. Noises that got downright lewd once the human figured he could thrust up just as she was sliding down.

It was wild and downright aggressive, but it was a wonderful thing to experience with a male you trusted. She hadn’t known Roy all that long, and she’d taken a bit of a risk getting this intimate this fast, but it was paying off. The toes on her hind paws were curling, the snug fit of her spade stopping even a drop from leaking out in spite of the force the growing mess inside her was being churned with. Roy had widened his stance and she could feel her bushy tail waving back and forth between his legs, wondering briefly just how bad the hairs were tickling his bare skin. Serves him right for those belly rubs!

With that sweetly vindictive thought, she allowed herself to melt into the human’s embrace and into the wave rising up from her loins. The pace was frantic and after her first climax it was sweet torture on the over-sensitive walls of her sex. The thrusts and pulls blurred the way they tended to with humans, a very particular thrill. She doubted Roy understood that aspect of it that mating with a knotless cock was thrillingly unpredictable. She couldn’t really stop him if he wanted to pull out of her snug spade and finish in her muzzle, over her fur, or even under her tail. If he didn’t work it out himself by the time they were ready to move on to that level of intimacy, she’d be sure to let him know.

For now she was content to enjoy this - the wild thrusts, the bouncing o her lithe body, the sensation of his sweat soaking into her fur. He did manage to surprise her when the arm that had been wrapped around her belly swung out, gathering her hindlegs and pulling them up against her body. It changed the angle of his thrusts a little, but with Marion this far gone a little counted for a lot. She squirmed a little just to test his hold which was deliciously tight - a male holding his mate securely, even though at this point he’d have a hard time pushing her off him. Her tail slapped against his legs as it wagged, her breathing becoming labored, each exhalation carrying a hint of a moan or a whimper.

Her spade clenched up in that vain attempt to catch a knot and impose control on the wild mating, serving only to plunge her deeper into chaos. Marion’s clit was hidden in her spade, and now it was pressed hard against the smooth human shaft, ensuring that every inch the hard length moved in or out of her was setting her nerves afire. She fought her urges valiantly, maybe as long as ten seconds, before she gave in. Roy was still bouncing her, the motion of his cock keeping her riding her peek as her heckles rose and her toes curled. It was a strong one and she’d barely managed to cling to consciousness until he felt his slow and then stop, groaning and holding her tight against him as the wild friction was replaced by the familiar sensation of a hard length pulsing in her, soothing her and easing her gently from the wild heights of her orgasm. As she took his heat, it occurred to her she was due to go into heat in about three weeks, and wondered if Roy would be up for taking a little vacation with her…

*******

“Just to be clear, you know you don’t have to do this? We both know that what you’ve got swinging down there is enough to make me feel like a mare…” Dana said, hiking her tail as Leonard took position behind her.

“I know, but you’re curious, aren’t you? And you seemed to like my hand in there…” the young man said, making the mare’s ears flick at the memory of how her pussy had nearly swallowed his hand while he was showing her how human boys play with their girls. “Besides, you indulged my little curiosity…”

“I still feel like I barely did anything…” she said, even though she knew for a fact it had felt good for Lenny. After all, she’d ended up with pearly streaks of white good over her teats as proof. She was sure he was playing a prank when he suggested pushing the pert mounds around is cock, but apparently or humans this… teat-fucking was a thing?

“But if you change your mind… during, just let me know and we’ll try something more conventional.”

“Deal. Now take off your watch because if you lose that thing in there, I’m keeping it…” she said, and a few seconds later she felt fingers against her velvety teardrop. Leonard brought them to a point so they slid in easily, gently opening her up. It was considerate, even though the mare was reasonably sure she could have just handled his closed fist, especially considering how wet she was. She nickered a little when he closed his hand inside her, sunk in up to his wrist and trying to gauge if she was comfortable. A few winks seemed to be enough to encourage him and after he sunk a few more inches into her she cooed as he carefully spread his fingers out.

“Oooh, a little early for you to be flaring, isn’t it?” she teased.

“You’re awfully cocky. Remember that this thing won’t go soft, and if it gets tired I’ve got the other arm ready to take over.”

“Point taken. Now let’s see about that elbow…”

She felt the muscles in her rump twitch as he sank in slowly and carefully. She was tempted to tell him there was no need to be this gentle, but it was a novel sensation for her to have something this big slide in this lazily. She had indeed managed to take his elbow, but not much further than that before he bottomed out. Considering that the thickness of his bicep mirrored the thick base of an equine cock, it was uncanny how stallion-like he felt right now. She felt his fist open, the fingers exploring the most intimate part of her before…

“Hnnnyaaaahhhh!” she damn near whinnied as one finger found a little ring in there.

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

“N-nhooo it’s just… that’s my cervix and it’s kinda…”

“...sensitive?” Leonard asked.

“Yeah. It’s kinda the stud's last chance to give the mare something more than a load of foal-batter. There’s a little tube in the middle of the flare, and it juts out just before… it kinda acts like a switch…”

“...which a stallion can’t really flick any time he wants.”

“Yeah, so I’m not saying no touching, just... be careful.”

To his credit, he was. He had one hand on her rump as he began to pump his arm in and out of her winking sex with slow, deliberate movements. Once a stallion slides in there’s no such thing as nice and slow. The sensation of a warm wet mare engulfing him lights a fuse, so to speak, and sex becomes a race against time. And as much as she liked races, Dana had to admit that the thrill here was the slow pull and thrusts of Leonard’s arm.

She could soon catch her own scent and could well imagine what his arm must look like, emerging every time covered in a horny mare’s mess. But she’d seen his nostrils flaring more often enough when things got wet back there and knew that he didn’t mind her personal scent. He was getting disturbingly creative too, unfolding his fist and doing peculiar things with his fingers as they slid along the slick equine tunnel. And every now and again when he bottomed out he’d tease her by touching that most intimate spot of her most intimate place.

It was all so alien, all so different from any kind of ex she’d had so far that she hadn’t noticed her climax sneaking up on her. But one of those teasing touches against her cervix was what did it, the force of her climax driving the air from her lungs as her teardrop worked to milk her human lover’s arm. The limb couldn’t make a mess in her of course, but her body was compensating, gushing around the young man’s bicep until she could hear the soft pater of her nectar dripping on the hardwood floor. When she turned around she wasn’t surprised to see him hard. She definitely wanted to help him with that but she probably wasn’t in the right state of mind to decide on how…

“Y-you know that… other thing I mentioned I could never do with a stallion?” she said, craning her long neck to look back at the male behind her.

“You mean…?”

“Yeah, but it has to be now, before I lose my nerve…” she said. Feeling was soon returning to her hindlegs, enough that Dana felt confident they would hold as she spread her hooves wide apart, lowering her rump until she was level with the human’s hips. Now’s a good time. Poking around in me had made him horny, he probably… it probably won’t last too long…

Dana was a bit nervous and desperate not to show it. She kept her tail hiked and thrust her rear out, almost feeling Leonard’s eyes focusing a few inches higher than they usually did. He wiped the hand that had just worked its magic inside her under her tail, getting a good glaze on the dark ring of supple flesh poking out above her sex. A finger slid in, her own slickness helping it along and it felt peculiar but definitely something Dana could handle.

Lenny pumped one digit in and out a few times before pushing another in, making the mare’s tail shudder. In out, in out with two, and then a third… the third one had made her gasp and made the young man pause, and after a few turns and twists she’d relaxed enough for him to pump three fingers in and out of her tailhole.

When they slipped out she took a few deep breaths, and a shuddering one as a hard, wet glans pressed against the center of her pucker. She felt herself open out, and strain just a little until the head sunk in and Leonard paused with no more than a few inches stuck between her cheeks. It was bizarre yet familiar - feeling a male enter and fill her even though her black sex was winking around nothing. She felt a fist close around the base of her tail just before his kissed her striped rump, the shaft flexing sine her as Lenny very considerately gave her some time to adjust.

Slapping soon filled the room, both the smack of his body against her rear and the softer slap of his sack against her teardrop. Dana was worried if he was gearing up for the marathon sessions that her marehood had come to love and look forward to, and was almost relieved when mere minutes later she felt his cock twitch and heard him groan. A hand reached down and fingers teased ad flicked against her clit even as her ass was being pumped full. She could still feel Lenny emptying himself under her tail when she gushed against his twitching sack and teasing fingers, her pucker winking along with her sex and drawing groans from both of them. As he pulled his softening cock from her tailhole she felt strangely embarrassed by the trickle of seed gushing from it before she clenched up, and a little more embarrassed by the knowledge that this wouldn’t be he last time she let the human boy breed her rump…

*******

It was their fourth day, an auspicious number for the foursome, and just enough for the couple of couples to settle into a comfortable routine. The mornings were for pretty much whatever, afternoons were spent on the beach with all four of them together… the first night there they’d done what other couples did and checked out the nightlife the resort boasted in terms of restaurants and clubs. It was on their second day that they realized that if everyone was taking in the entertainment, they had a lot more privacy in their suites.

The resort was a line of bungalows climbing the mountainside, with the noisy, fun stuff lined up along the bottom, right along the beach. The four of them had picked a double-unit that shared a nice roomy terrace that, like all suites, had a view of the sea. The people and the noise had all filed down by the beach, which left the two humans and their four-legged girls with nothing better to do than enjoy the peace and quiet as they watched the sunset. Well, almost nothing better…

The idea for the joint trip had seemed promising from the start. They boys and girls already knew each other, so they might as well all get a little closer. It was genuinely innocent, but second day Lenny and Dana woke to the sounds of grunting and yipping and walked out onto the terrace only to find Roy and Marion getting a very early start on the day. Leonard had almost gone back in, but Dana had winked at him without even turning to face him, so they’d kind of wound up following the example of the happily humping couple. It had wound up feeling s natural, not to mention kinky, and the big open terrace with its romantic view was such a better choice than their respective rooms.

So here they were, Roy lying on one recliner with a fluffy female laying on top of him, with Roy and Dana just beside them. The mare and her beau were lying side by side, of course, with the mare resting on a large foam-rubber mat and craning her head o best take advantage of the fingers scratching at her ears. Met Roy’s gaze and there was a twinkle in hers as she spoke.

“I know what you’re thinking - black with white stripes, or white with black?” the mare teased.

“What? I wasn’t staring…” Roy insisted, reading the accusation in the mare’s remark.

“Awwwww, honey, its okay! After all, mares used to be your favorite before you met me. It’s only natural that your eye is gonna wander…” the bitch resting on him teased, her tail giving a few mischievous wags. Roy was willing to chalk it up to some female conspiracy before Lenny joined in.

“Yeah, I wasn’t gonna say anything, but it was kinda obvious…”

“Et tu, Leonard?”

“What? Are you telling me you don’t find her attractive?” the coydog asked in mock shock, jumping of him and dashing to the mare’s side. “Just look - big brown eyes, pouty black lips…” she insisted, with the zebra blowing him a kiss as she played along. For her next part, Marion moved behind the reclining mare’s back and laid her paws on her side. “And just look at this body - the tone, the curves, the dazzling pattern of black and white. Just look at those flanks, that rump, and between the shapely runner’s legs…” the bitch insisted, sounding serious as the mare and Lenny fought to keep from laughing. Roy had to admit he was surprised when she slipped under one of the mare’s hindlegs, using her head to lift it and spread the zebra open.

“Look at those? Wrong place, but the right number and pretty much the shape. Two smooth-skinned mounds, firm, full and so impossible to resist…” the coydog insisted, and surprised everyone by pushing her muzzle into the zebra mare’s black cleavage and fastening her muzzle on a large equine nipple.

“Ohhh Marion, not you too? What is it with everyone and my teats…” Dana complained, but she was still holding her leg up and letting the bitch pretend to nurse. “Wasn’t the point of this to tease Roy? Or did you have your eyes on my mammaries from the start?” she asked, but the coydog didn’t seem to want to talk with her mouth full. “Well come on, get your tail over here, I want something else to look at other than your smug muzzle…” the mare said, and Marion danced nimbly without letting the dark teat fall from her muzzle. The two humans were now staring dumbfounded as the coydog raised her big fluffy tail quite theatrically, exposing her canine sex to her friend.

“If this is how you wanna play… “the mare said, bringing her muzzle to an inch from the canine rump before blowing a sharp snort. The blast of air was enough to make the bitch go stiff, but it wasn’t until Dana’s lips fastened around her spade that she let the wet equine teat drop from her muzzle as she gasped.

“Hnaaahhh!. What are you doing back there?” she asked in a shocked tone that might have been more convincing if she hadn’t just spread her hind legs a little.

“Trying to get my fortune, so stop squirming and go back to playing foal. Between you and Roy nursing, I’m sure I’ll start lactating any day now…”

Both Roy and Leonard were staring with jaws slack at what looked casual but what they would later on realize must have been at least partially discussed, if not outright rehearsed. But all they could see at that point was a cute bitch happily nuzzling frpm pert black teats while the mare they belonged to closed her shiny black lips around Marion’s spade. Both of them were wearing only their swim trunks and the girls’ side-long glances didn’t miss the very obvious tents in the thin shorts.

“You boys enjoying the show?” Asked Marion, letting s thick, stiff nipple fall from her muzzle with a soft pop.

“What gave it away, the standing ovation?” Roy asked, noticing that Dana was smiling around a mouthful of coydog cunny.

“I just hope you girls aren’t expecting one in return…” Leonard added.

“Yeah, me and Lenny aren’t really… that close…”

“That’s okay. But I think this is the part of the show where we ask for volunteers from the audience…” Marion suggested, nuzzling her friend’s wet teats. Dana murmured something in agreement, but since she still had her ‘fortune cookie’ in her mouth it was hard to make out. The boys slid out of their trunks and took their places, with Roy having to politely cough so Donna would release Marion’s spade from her mouth.

“There you go, stud. Warmed her up for ya!” she said, the smug smile on her lips twisting as Lenny slid smoothly inside the cocky mare. “Unghhhh, I guess no foreplay for me…”

“I can take it out if you like…” Lenny suggested, and got a swat from the zebra’s tufted tail.

Marion looked over her shoulder and hiked her tail as far as it would go, signaling that Dana had indeed done a good job getting her ready and that as far as she was concerned she’d had her foreplay. Roy had taken the bitch doggy-style before, and even though it wasn’t the most intimate position to make love to the gorgeous canine femme, he had to admit it was a practical one. With one hand on the base of her tail and the other one spreading her spade he quickly guided his tip to the pink center of her sex and drove himself smoothly in.

Lenny was bracing himself so that he could give Donna what he knew she wanted, but once Marion turned her head away from her lover it brought her face quite close to the action. The botch was lapping her long tongue across the zebra’s perky teats, making Leonard wonder if she was doing it to tease Dana, him or both. Her eyes, on the other hand, were glued to just behind the black bumps, at the supple bottom of the mare’s teardrop and the telling way it was twitching. They’d already had sex side by side, but it was kind of uncanny to once again find himself staring at the face he’d first picked out on a smartphone screen.

Dana couldn’t exactly see what was going on back there, but as far as the mare was concerned, the mystery added spice. She had to admit that having her teats bathed by the long, dexterous tongue of the bitch even now being humped by her human was both novel and delightful. The little nips Marion was giving her mounds were a little less delightful, but she didn’t want to look like a wimp by begging the sneaky bitch for mercy. She couldn’t exactly reach Marion to pay her back, but there was someone very nearby, thoroughly distracted and with his back to the mare’s face. He would do…

It didn’t take long for Roy to drive himself hilt deep into Marion’s canine cunny, and once he had her clenching around his base with her tail trying to wag in his grip he paused for a few seconds just flexing his cock and gently grinding against her fluffy rump. He felt a little rude that he’d turned his back to Dana, but figured that the mare could crane that long striped neck if she wanted to get a better view of what was going on. What he hadn’t expected was to feel a snort against his bare ass, just before a huge, equine tongue slid out and between his parted thighs.

Dana had done no more than cup Roy’s sack with the tip of her tongue, but that was enough for the human male to buck on instinct, drawing a yip from the muzzle that was busy between her haunches, huffing and nuzzling at her bare teats. She could feel Leonard getting into the swing of things back there, her pussy winking impatiently even though she knew it would be begging for mercy by the time her lover’s hips had finished battering away at it. For now, she was content to feast her eyes on Roy’s rump as it started to move, sliding a smooth human cock in and out of the bitch in forth of him and incidentally sliding his hefty sack back and forth along the mare’s broad tongue.

Marion surveyed the glistening black skin in front of her, and try as she might couldn’t think of anything else she could do to the mare’s pert teats. Well, one thought came to mind, but she needed her paws to support herself now that Roy was getting busy back there. And while her spade was getting speared, she had front row seats to a very well-endowed young man rutting away at her friend’s striped rump. Stretching her neck out, she could easily make out the plump bottom of the mare’s sex, and every now and again she’d see that fold of firm black flesh twist a little as she caught sight of a tiny bit of pink. Her nostrils flared as she took in the heady scent of sex, and with the mare’s winking slit so close, she couldn’t help but get a taste.

Roy was on the verge of asking Marion what she was doing, considering that the curious canine had pushed her dainty muzzle out as far as it would go. But the next time Dana winked as he pistoned in and out of her sex, the coydog answered his question. The tip of her tongue had flicked out lightning quick, pushing against the plump underside of the zebra’s sex and pressing her flashing clit against Lenny’s cock. Whatever the mare was doing had served to partially muffle her cry, but neither he nor Marion had missed the way those striped haunches quivered. After that sign of success, the bitch made it a point to catch the mare every time she winked.

The peculiar tangle of bodies grew more and more animated, but showed no signs of breaking apart. None of the four were passive as everyone regardless of sex or species found something to do to fan the flames. There wasn’t much of a breeze and the salty air blowing lazily from the sea was soon heavy with the scent of sweating skin and wet fur. The last rays of the sun had long since faded, and even the glowing sky of dusk was giving way to moonlight by the time the foursome finally broke up, four pairs of lungs working frantically and serving to mask the softer sounds of thick droplets landing on the tiles. Since it was still too early either for bed or for actual sleep, the four once again settled in their seats and picked up the conversation.

“Wait, something just occurred to me… who won?” Dana asked, drawing six eyes and three confused expressions her way. “I mean, you two were together when you got the idea to try dating each other’s fave species…but it wasn’t just that, was it? You two boys made a bet, didn’t you!” the zebra accused with malicious glee.

“Ooooh, that’s totally the cliché – two callow males heartlessly toying with the emotions of two trusting, loving girls all to prove a point or win a bet… so c’mon, who won?” Marion joined in, her tail wagging as she waited for an answer with the face of an angel and the eyes of an imp. Roy and Leonard looked at each other before tentatively replying in unison:

“Draw?”