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As soon as Felix closed this door, he knew he'd be met with the silence. That moment, that instant of awkward gazes and stunned mumbles, when he and his partner realised that they were finally alone. Felix was no stranger to this: tonight was by no means the goat's first clandestine meeting in some anonymous roadside hotel miles from home. It was the same every time he shut the door and shut out the outside world, locking himself in with a new partner. Yet even now, he never quite knew how to prepare for it. Sometimes the silence was brief, a few seconds or less, before he or his mate would suddenly pounce on the other and drag them to the bed for a rough night-long rut. Somehow he didn't think the stallion was that kind of animal. A horned-up husky maybe, but not a big Suffolk punch.

The door latched shut, and Felix took a subtle swallow while he clicked the lock, giving himself a half-second before turning to face the stallion. Risby was the only name he knew the stallion by. Maybe it was the horse's real name, maybe not. However, he had used the name and nothing but, both online and off. And so for tonight at least, Risby it was. The horse stood halfway across the room, at the foot of the double bed. His pelt was a light chesnut, the colour of all Suffolk punches, while along his neck ran a small and thinning golden-straw mane. The stallion was wearing an open checked shirt and some well-worn jeans, both of which were much too tight for his stocky form. Already his coat was draped over the single bed which also occupied this room. If anyone asked, the stallion took the double, and the goat slept in the single.

Seconds passed. Goat and stallion squared off across the room, the stillness only broken by the low drone of the room's rickety air conditioner. The horse stood firm, but made no attempt to diffuse the tension. Maybe he was nervous too, although of course a proud animal such as he would never care to admit it. And it took him by surprise when the little tan-pelted goat made the first move.

Felix strode, slowly, yet confidently, right up to the stallion. The stallion had at least three hands of height advantage over Felix, and the billy-goat had to crane his neck right back. Curious blue eyes gazed up into the liquid chocolate of the equine above, and nimble even-toed hooves rested on that deep chest. Risby may have literally been a horse at stud, having retired from a lifetime before the plough, but the power he had built over those decades of backbreaking labour was still more than evident. Over the horse he glided his hooves, brushing that short neat pelt, gaining his first intimate touch of such a muscular equine, marvelling at the power which lay underneath that trim chesnut pelt. The stallion's breath remained deep and steady, broken now and again by a sharpened sniff or a twitch of the muzzle. Such a beautiful animal.

Wordlessly, Felix took the horse's shirt in his hoof and slipped it away. He stepped around the stallion, loosening the shirt from around the shoulders while Risby shrugged it away. Only when he revealed the stallion fully did he slow down and approach the horse with a reverence that such a powerful form demanded. The billy goat turned his gaze downwards, towards the horse's crotch, the only part of the gentle brute still left to his imagination. No sign of a famously large horse erection, but Felix had a feeling that that would soon change. He clutched onto the big stallion's pelt, resting his horned head on that massive chest, and rubbed against the stallion. Smiling into those deep eyes, he took one of the horse's hooves, guiding it to the tightened crotch of his own trousers. Felix, for his own part, was already hard as a stone underneath his trousers, the warmth and the strength of such a large animal all contributing to a fearsome arousal. This did not escape the stallion's notice, and with a gentle smile, he turned his hoof inwards to cradle the billy-goat.

At first the stallion's grip was hesitant, halting, but what he lacked in dexterity he made up for with enthusiasm. The billy goat couldn't resist a frisky little buck, grinding himself without shame on the stallion's hoof , before he took Risby's fetlock and guided that hoof lower still. Felix trilled in pleasure as the hoof rested on his hefty goat sac, and this only encouraged him to grind harder still, and murr to himself, before suddenly rubbing eagerly, pressing harder and succeeding in forcing Risby backwards a quarter-step. However the stallion then stood strong, reaffirming his solid grip on the smaller male, who shuddered and bleated under his breath.

"I know what you want to see," Risby rumbled. "So go ahead and take it, stud."

The goat's hoof was on the stallion's jeans within a second, and he smiled as Risby stifled a grunt. Still smiling upwards, he toyed with the clasp of Risby's trousers. The stallion swayed his hips, helping Felix get the best purchase on the zip, well aware the goat's own limited dexterity. However, it wasn't long before Felix snapped him open and the stallion emerged, unbridled, into the open.

He gave a sharp bleat at the sight, his goat erection throbbing within its confines. His hooves fell on his own clothes, and with a snort and a grunt, he lifted his shirt over his horns and tossed it towards the single bed. His trousers and straining underwear followed within seconds. Now he too was standing denude, and this time, both hoofers stared at each other.

Every story and every rumour about equine and caprine endowments turned out to be completely and entirely accurate. The goat's hefty balls hung in a thick, slack pouch, while his arousal was already slick with goaty pre. And as for the stallion... even as Felix watched, more inches of stallion dropped from that leathery sheath, thick and veined, the meat hanging slack by the punch's thigh. The half-aroused stallion stepped out of his clothing and kicked it to the side, granting himself a murr and a whicker of relief.

Naturally, Felix was expecting an endowment far larger and thicker than his own. However, he could not help but grant the stud the respect he demanded.

"My god... you are massive."

Back and forth his arousal swayed. Felix even swore that the stallion was bucking his hips. Tease.

"Well, little goat... we have a king-sized bed next to us. It would be criminal not to use it."

Felix stepped away from the stallion, trying not to nod too eagerly. Together, the two hoofers turned to the bed and climbed on. Even though the bed was soft, modern and cushy, it still strained under the weight of the heavy stallion, and Felix had to dig in his hooves to stop himself sliding sideways into Risby. When he was comfortable however, he turned to Risby, watching him in profile. The stallion was clinging on like a cat stuck on a wall: he stayed knelt over on the bed, front hooves firmly planted on the bed-sheets, breath heavy as he shook his mane. Maybe it had been some time since the stallion's last proper release. If so, tonight was the night when Risby unleashed everything.

Felix tried reminding himself that there was so much more about the stallion to admire. But it was no use. Every time, his gaze would drift back to that mighty stallion arousal, now almost as long as the horse's thigh. Felix drew close and the stallion tilted his head slightly to the side, getting ready to lift his front hoof and allow the goat to nestle close. However the goat shifted higher up the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard and his rump on one pillow. The billy goat was as hard as ever, his tapered shaft twitching every few seconds as he drooled precum onto his crotch fur. Risby shot him a curious glance, but once the goat's hooves were resting on either side of his muzzle, Risby knew the goat's intentions.

Felix held the stallion, gently yet firmly, with both of his hooves. His muzzle was the same colour as his body, save for the patch of grey over his nostrils and maw. Rather than tarnish the stallion's coloration, it lent him an air of dignity. His hoof glided along Risby's muzzle, along the strong line of his jawbone, then up in small circles over the bridge of his nose, while deep rumbles emanated from the gentle brute. He paused, taking another second to admire the stallion in his bed, before he drew his muzzle close. Their noses bumped together, the two ungulates each giving a short huff of breath, before they rubbed muzzles and touched their lips together. Felix dived straight in, parting his maw and locking together with the strong stallion. They both closed their eyes, and Felix tilted his head, guiding the stallion's maw in the opposite direction as the ungulates shared some wet breathy kisses. As their muzzles intertwined, ever deeper, Felix stroked a hoof through the stallion's mane, drawing a shudder from the great horse. Then, he added his tongue, tasting the hint of freshly-grazed grass on the stallion's muzzle. Suddenly a thick stallion tongue caught his own, and the little billy-goat had to gulp and swallow, while that long tongue wound and wove its way around his muzzle. It wrapped around Felix's own tongue, engulfing and overwhelming the billy, drawing out a whole series of moans. He shuddered and gasped for breath, stroked the stallion's snout and all behind the ears, drawing the stallion into tighter embrace, but all too soon the stallion pulled Felix's hoof away, breaking the embrace and coming up for air. Felix panted, licking strands of saliva from his lips.

"How was that?" Risby asked with a smile.

The billy goat was short of breath and more aroused than ever. "Amazing. Just amazing."

"As it was for me. What I would give to feel that muzzle on my sheath. But first, I have an idea. Well, it's more a confession, really."

A confession? "What do you mean?"

"Well - and now this is going to sound strange coming from a stud horse like me - but in all these years, all the mares I have serviced, it has been years since I let another animal under my tail. A life on the land hardly lends you much time for pleasure, and the stud farm is hardly the place to indulge such ideas. That's one reason why I wanted to meet with you. Animals of your stamina are hard to come by."

Felix could only stare back. "You mean...?"

"I know billy-goats can rut like machines. And I'm not as quick on the draw as I used to be. So please, Felix... will you show this old stallion just how virile and vigorous we hoofers can be? Will you... will you grind under my tail?"

While still some way short of a full-on mating, Felix was not expecting the stallion to sub. "I... I thought you loved life as a stud."

Risby smiled. "This doesn't make me any less of a stud. And whatever you dish out, I can handle. So just enjoy yourself... buck."

All movement stopped at that moment. Risby simply watched, waiting for the goat to make his descent. The billy shrugged and uncurled himself from the pillows. Down the bed he travelled, brushing the stallion's withers along the way. Risby bowed his heavy head, murring and whispering to himself: "That's nice." By the time Felix was standing poised behind Risby, the stallion was snorting softly, his rear raised just a little higher for the goat.

"Look at that. Flagging your tail for me, just like a little mare."

"Okay Felix, we can do without the porno talk. Just start grinding."

Rather than rise to the stallion's blunt words, Felix focused on the task at hoof. With a deep pleasured murr, he lowered his hips to the stallion's wide rump, covering it, bleating softly as his crotch sunk into the stallion's heat. Finally, at long last, the animals could grind against one another. And boy did the little goat grind, clutching on tight and driving his whole body against the stallion, hard, the friction quickly sending the buck wild. Risby could barely fathom how the goat was so energetic. He drove his tip against Risby's tight pucker, just as a test, but as expected the stallion kept it firmly clamped shut. Not to worry: he'd get the stallion next time. Besides, the pressure of that tailhole, and the resistance which the stallion put up to some frankly quite savage thrusts, worked to excite the billy-goat no end. Tonight, he could console himself with mounting the stallion, and imagining the prize which lay mere inches away. He could picture it now: the proud stud stallion, reduced to a braying beast as the goat took him and drove, hard and deep and pounding, towards climax. That was all Felix could take. With some final rapid bucks, the goat clutched the stallion's flanks and unleashed on a final burst of speed before lunging forward with a lustful bleat, knocking the stallion forward with the force of his climax, launching a spurt of goat semen onto the horse's back, then another, before he huddled over and bucked hard, depositing his first load of the night under the horse's flagged tail. But even as he grunted through flat teeth, he knew that he wasn't satisfied. No sooner had his afterglow faded than he resumed his heated thrusts. This time, he needed barely three more minutes before bleating hard and unloading yet more of his slick seed. Underneath him, Risby grunted deep and low, and his shaft sprang to life. The stallion slapped it against his belly, spraying his precum all over his fur and the bed below.

"That's done it! Now, get your muzzle around this."

The billy-goat was more than capable of a third cumshot right there and then. However, the thought of bringing a stallion to a hard whinnying climax was far too tempting. The instant that Felix dismounted, hard and horny as ever, Risby turned around and reared. A rock-hard stallion hoof clapped to the back of his head, forcing him into the horse's crotch. His nose rested near the stallion's medial ring. The animal was so warm, so alive, snorting and nickering with all-new vigour. Even the faintest nose-rub or huff of breath drew forth a pleasured gasp and coaxed yet another half-inch of stallion from its musky confines. How much longer did this stallion get? There was so much horse before Felix's nose that he almost didn't know where to begin. Yet rather than over-think and risk an impatient horse-hoof to the skull, he descended on instinct, getting a good scent of those leathery horse orbs. From there, he drew his nose up the full length of the equine, before reaching up to hold his horse. His hoof was unsteady, shaking, as he reached out for the stallion's shaft. He touched it, and paused, his hoof frozen on the warm meat. When the stallion responded by flexing in his grip, he brought up his second hoof, now stroking with more confidence. This brought forth a flick of the ear, followed by a deep grunt. Slowly, he was registering just how big this stallion was. He readjusted his grip and dipped his muzzle, tracing his tongue in a wide circle around the head. Liquid stallion spattered on the goat's tongue. He glanced upwards to see Risby champ an imaginary bit, grinding his flat teeth and foaming at the maw. So this was it - his first horse cock. And goodness, had he picked a beauty for his first. Felix could only guess how many foals this stud stallion had sired in his prime.

"By the way, I hope you're not expecting me to penetrate you tonight."

Felix managed a dry laugh. "It's fine, loosen up big guy. Or maybe I should have done that beforehand. And is that a smile I see?"

"Just get your mouth around my cock. And for once in your life, go steady."

He breathed in the musk emanating from the stallion's crotch, and glanced his tongue back over the stallion's head. Then, opening his maw as wide as he could, Felix swallowed the stallion's length. In the end he only managed a few inches, but what he lacked in depth he made up for with enthusiasm, rubbing and stroking from medial to base, or taking his hooves lower still to tease those heavy orbs. With the horse's precum rich on his tongue, he dove lower, lapping along the horse's underside. The length disappeared somewhere over his shoulder while he nudged his snuffling nose into the base of the stallion's length. Then without warning, the stallion came to life, throbbing hard and splattering an impressive load of liquid onto the goat's back. Whatever failed to soak into his fur started running in streaks through his fur. The musk intensified tenfold, and still Felix breathed it all in, adding a tender lick to the stallion's shaft.

"Ohh wow... tell me you just came?"

Risby closed his eyes and shook his head. "No, that was just my precum. But that might give you an idea of how much I can produce."

Felix almost lost his grip at that comment. Risby sensed the goat's hesitation.

"Is something wrong, Felix? You should know how impressive my loads are. You've seen my pictures online, after all."

"Oh yes. Like that time you covered your stable floor with those huge ropes of cum."

"Hmm. And now, you're about to see the real thing."

Murring at the thought, gripping the stallion's medial in the split of his cloven hooves, Felix licked and lapped over the stallion with all-new speed and vitality. He teased the stallion's tip with swipes of the tongue, and his eyes grew wide as the stallion flared before him. With just a few more licks and rubs from an eager goat-maw, a trickle of cloudy fluid spilled to the bed. Those lustful horse-grunts grew in intensity, and Felix braced himself for the full force of a point-blank stallion orgasm. As for Risby, in those final few frantic seconds, he managed one last moment of coherence before pleasure overwhelmed him.

"Thank you, Felix," the stallion whispered, before he whinnied loud and surrendered to his climax.

By Ziegenbock