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Brett had left the lights off, and the door didn't squeak when opened, so when Alexander pushed it open, his guest didn't even raise his head. The massive fjord stallion was on all fours next to the guest bed, his clothes in a pile on the duvet. His powerful arms were braced against the carpet to support the weight of Polo; the big dog had mounted him, front legs gripping his midsection like a vise as his rear half pounded like a jackhammer against Brett's ass. Brett was moaning and gasping, but very softly; it seemed like he wanted to be louder, but didn't want to wake Alexander. He was even whispering now and then.

"Good boy, Polo. Good...good boy. Fuck me harder, Polo, come on, stud. Gimme that dick. Come on, boy, fuck your bitch, give me that knot..."

Alexander looked down in shock at the scene of his best friend getting fucked in the ass by his massive dog. He could not believe it. Friends for over twenty years...and only now was he learning that they both enjoyed having an ass-full of canine knot. So much wasted time. Better fix that.

He reached over and flipped on the light switch, meeting Brett's eyes as the fjord stallion's head whipped up to see him. Brett's face managed to grow pale even through his fur, and his mouth flapped wordlessly. Sheer terror filled his eyes, and Alexander couldn't help but feel bad for him. But still...he'd been a real asshole earlier. Alexander would let him suffer for just a while longer.

The bay stallion leaned against the door frame, looking wordlessly at Brett. Polo humped away on top of his muscular horsey cocksleeve, happily oblivious to the equine drama playing out. Seconds dragged on, and neither horse said anything. Brett was shaking a little now, and finally spoke.

"...I can explain."

Alexander rolled his eyes. "You know, I might not be able to beat you in arm wrestling, but I think I can figure out what's going on here."

"Dude, no, it's not-"

"You're in my house, naked, and my dog is fucking you. Did I miss anything salient?"

Brett ears flicked back and forth in a state of high agitation. "Alex, no, wait, just..." He really did seem to be trying to find an excuse, as if there was anything that would make sense. "I lose a contact lens and Polo is helping me find it", maybe. But then his head fell, and he gave a long, unhappy sigh. "Fuuuuckme..."

"Oh, well," Alexander said, "I think Polo's covering that?"

"...please don't tell my wife, dude." Shit, he sounded so unbelievably desperate. It was a little funny. "I'll never visit again, you'll never see me again - just don't tell Samantha."

Alexander made as if thinking it over, and then slowly began to undress. "Yeah, alright." Brett's gasp of relief was pathetic to hear. "But you gotta do something for me."

"Yeah, yeah, anything, you name it." So eager. Time for the big reveal. The bay slipped out of his boxers, letting his clearly-hardening cock loose in front of him. Brett looked at it with confusion, then up at his host. Alexander held up two fingers, and counted them off.

"First: you're gonna rim me just as hard as my dog is fucking you right now." He turned and pushed his ass into the fjord's face. "And I mean properly, stud. Imagine my ass is yours, and your tongue is Polo's thick, delicious cock." He felt the sudden intake of breath at his phrasing, and quickly continued. "And two...when Polo's done blasting you full of his puppies, you let me clean your ass out while he pumps another litter into mine..."