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[This is the second and final part of a single large story that I split in two due to size. Part 1, "Tension", is here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1460547 ]

When Kieran woke, Felix was gone. The horse lay on his back for a moment, blinking up at the ceiling, collecting his thoughts. There was something he'd meant to do, something he wanted to...oh!

He slid a hand under the covers and into his boxers, and a half-hard stallion cock greeted him. A quick stroke made it swell further, and the horse sighed in relief. Well, that had sorted itself out at least. He squeezed his flesh, remembering the rest of his evening. How Felix's dick had slid against and between his cheeks, stimulating the zebra as Kieran imagined it was his father. It could so easily have been. It could even be right now, if he was lucky.

He could hear noises downstairs as he gently massaged his cock to full mast. Their guests sure were busy little bees. If Axel had already gone downstairs, Dad might be alone in his room. Kieran could slip out, hurry across the landing, and slide into his room. Shut the door, dive under the covers, and happily gag on his dad's long cock for a few glorious minutes...

A clatter of hoofsteps outside was all the warning the horse got before Felix burst into the room. "Rise and shine, honeycakes," he bellowed, seeming oblivious as always to the situation. Kieran's hand froze, buried in his pants, but blessedly hidden by the mound of blankets above him. "Got a full farm breakfast for you downstairs," the zebra said, snapping the curtains open, "and then we need to get packed and head out!" He rubbed his hands together excitedly. "It's going to be fantastic, bud! Just look at that day!"

Kieran looked. A brightly sunny day hung over wispy clouds, and the leaves of the beech tree outsides shifted about in the light wind. Visibility would be perfect. A wonderful day for riding. A terrible day for getting time alone with Dad.

The zebra was already heading out of the room. "If you take too long," he said over his shoulder, "Chet's gonna have finished anything vaguely edible, so I really suggest being quick. Never mind half donkey, he's fucking half hyena." He vanished down the passage, and Kieran watched him go with a sigh. Perhaps he needed a mantra to repeat to himself to get him through this.

Just a few more days. Just a few more days. Just a few more days of no sex with Dad...

Yeah, that didn't help at all.

He dressed in some of the few clothes he'd brought with him from university, and headed downstairs. The smell of food was breath-taking -- but as soon as the breakfast table came into view, he knew he'd made an error. Four equines in full cowboy gear stared at his skinny jeans and t-shirt, and were silent for only a second before the hooting began.

"Well, gosh, now, y'all." Chet was affecting his twangiest accent, with a shit-eating grin on his face and holding a half-eaten sausage on a fork. He doffed his Stetson at Kieran. "We got ourselves a real city slicker here." Even his father was smiling, although Kieran would have said that was more with delight than amusement. He blushed and made as if to go upstairs, but his father spoke and stopped him.

"Kieran's as much a rancher as any of you striped slackers," he said. He looked pointedly at Felix. "More than your dad was when he first started, even. Do you boys know they used to call him the Three Time Champ? 'cos it took him three goes to get things right. They loved him down at the supply store. 'Same as last time, Champ?' they'd ask. Was reeeeal funny."

Felix was looking at his friend with open-mouthed astonishment. "Oh, that's fucking brutal, Tristan. What happened to secrets between friends?"

His father shrugged and picked up his coffee. "Dunno. Ask Firehose, maybe he knows." A noisy slurp couldn't cover the sound of Felix's sons bursting into laughter, and Kieran's wardrobe choices were forgotten. Kieran looked at the warm eyes that stared back at him over the rim of the coffee cup and felt his heart skip a beat. I don't deserve you, handsome.

"Axel! Fucking manners, please!" Felix snapped. Axel had flicked a piece of egg at his father, and the zebra brushed his mane clean with irritation. The zorse ignored the flat stare his father gave him.

"Lemme try once more, Dad," the zorse said. "Open your mouth. Maybe I can be the Two Time Champ." He cackled when his father flipped a finger at him.

"Besides," Tristan continued, as if oblivious to the others, "Kieran's got nothing else to wear right now."

"Why, did you sell everything when you left to study?" Chet asked, reaching for another helping of mushrooms. Kieran remembered what Felix had said and moved closer, grabbing a plate and dishing himself up some food before it all disappeared down the zonkey's gullet.

"Uh, no, it should all still be in...my room..." the stallion said slowly, dropping a hash brown onto a pile of scrambled eggs as yellow as the sun. In fact, it was all in his and his father's shared closet. In their bedroom.

"That won't fit you anymore, though, son," Tristan said knowingly, looking over the lip of his coffee cup at his son. "You were eighteen the last time you wore that stuff, don't forget. You've put on a lot more muscle since then."

Oh, Daddy...you noticed.

"He has, huh?" Felix said, as if he hadn't literally rubbed one out against Kieran's naked body hours before. "Buff city slicker, then."

"He's gonna wrangle the steers all by himself!" Chet crowed. "Less work for us!" He grabbed half a sausage off his brother's plate. "Nice and easy ride, then."

"This ain't a wrangling trip, dumbass," Axel snorted. "Lucky for you, too, 'cos one look at that ugly mug and he'd be calling the vet to chop off your nuts before you started breeding."

"Um, actually, no you," Chet fired back, setting off a cavalcade of bickering that Kieran ignored. The brothers took some getting used to, that was for sure.

The horse took a seat directly next to his father, looking at the stallion with a smile, trying to convey his pleasure at his father's support of his. His father smiled back in silent praise, and the young stallion blushed again, lowering his head and digging into his food to hide the glow. Weirdly, this little game they were playing was...fun. Frustrating as fuck, sure. But dodging Felix and his sons, being semi-obvious about their affections with double entendres, and sexy games and stories -- he preferred this to simply hiding what they had. Like Axel and Chet did. Or, apparently, their father.

That family sure had a lot of secrets.

"Axel," Tristan said, carefully putting down his now-empty coffee cup, "don't you have anything that Kit could wear? You're about the same size."

Well, his balls are bigger, Kieran thought to himself, smirking into a forkful of bacon. Big, full, egg-sized zorse balls. Yum. Gimme a bunch of those for breakfast.

Axel considered, looking at Kieran. "I might do...we can go and see. You're about a ten, right? Eleven?"

"Yep." Kieran wolfed down the rest of his breakfast in record time, and let the cutlery clatter to the plate. "Let's go see, then!" Not that he'd tell them, but he was quite looking forward to putting on proper cowboy gear. It reminded him of the cowboy outfit his father had worn in his last video. It was pretty hard to make cowboys not look hot. Gonna put on sexy clothes for you, Daddy.

All the equines traipsed upstairs and into Tristan's bedroom, and Axel pulled out his spare clothes. Everyone had a suggestion, it seemed, with Tristan leading the pack for what his son should wear. That's right, Dad; I'm your horny little Ken doll. Dress me up all pretty for you. Kieran was duly stripped of his "boring-ass urban Starbucks pony outfit", as Axel put it, and eventually emerged from the room in an outfit that more or less melded with what the others had on.

His feet jingled as he walked down the stairs, and the spurs shone brightly in the sun when he stepped off the porch. Axel had a pair that clasped around the hoof, and while the zorse had dismissed them, Kieran's eyes had lit up, and he'd grabbed them. Spurs looked hot. Above them, his hocks were invisible under a pair of thick worked-leather pants; scratches, scuffs and a small tear near the inseam showed they'd seen plenty of actual farm work. The zorse might look as if he'd stepped off the cover of a magazine, but he had the clothes to get real work done. An even rougher leather belt completed the lower body, with an empty holster on one side, and a bright silver buckle in the centre.

The collar of a white shirt peeked out at his neck; the rest hidden below a thick blue denim jacket. A hat completed the effect; his father had dug through his closet and taken out one of his own, plonking it down on Kieran's head with a grin, then adjusting the position a little. "There," he said. "Now you're a real cowboy, Kit."

Kieran dipped the brim at his father. "Sure is good to be back, Dad," he drawled -- and then stumbled forward from the force of a massive slap on the back from Felix.

"You can take the cowboy out of the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the cowboy, hey, bud?" he chortled. "Looking good!" Kieran adjusted his hat, stuffed his irritation back down, and smiled faintly.

They headed down to the paddock with armfuls of gear and began loading up the horses. Tristan tossed his son a rope at one point, and the stallion caught it in one hand. His father nodded at it.

"You remember how to use that?" he asked, smiling. Kieran chuckled, rubbing the stiff fibres between his fingertips.

"Some things you don't forget so easy, Dad," he said, moving a few steps away and starting to whirl the loop above his head. Yes, yes, yes. It felt so right, so good. His muscles were stronger than they'd ever been, and the rope moved like a liquid at his behest, swirling in a perfect circle. He stared up at in delight, remembering the many hours he'd trained with his father as a teenager to master the skill. "Heads up!" he yelled. "Gonna catch me that fucking big one over there!" A flick of his wrist sent the rope spinning through the air towards his father with speed and grace, like an elegant nylon trap...

And missed him completely.

As the loop flopped impotently to the ground next to Tristan, his crestfallen expression made his father chuckle in empathy, and the two brothers burst into laughter. Tristan walked over and put a hand around his son, looking at him in faux disappointment. "We got a lot to teach you again, huh, cowboy?" he said, and Kieran sighed and pulled the rope back, curling it up again, nodding with resignation.

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "Guess three years is longer than it feels." He considered the coils in his hand. "At least I can still spin it?" His father gave him a hug for that, his tight grip lingering a little longer than one might expect.

"That you can, Kit," he said affectionately. "The rest will come back, too, don't you worry."

Kieran finished curling up the rope and stowed it on the side of his saddle before climbing up into it. This, at least, he had no worry of having forgotten; he'd been riding since he was ten, and nothing short of amnesia could erase that muscle memory. With a click of his tongue and a tug on the reins, his horse started moving, following the others as they headed west towards the hills that marked the location of the old gold mine.

The day was every bit as lovely as the weather had promised. The five stallions cantered along on their mounts, exchanging comments now and then, but mostly riding in silence. This was why they'd gone into this business, after all: spending as much time as possible in nature. Kieran lifted his head, eyes closed, and basked in the feeling of warm sunlight on his face, a breeze in his mane, and a dependable mount between his legs. This was all you really needed. On a day like this, when not a scrap of haze obscured the horizon, you felt like you could see to the edge of the world. With a rope in hand and fresh air filling your lungs, you could do anything.

Hoofsteps came alongside him, and he opened his eyes to see his father riding next to him. "Hey, Kit," he said softly. The crunch of five sets of hooves on gravel and rock mostly obscured his words, but he pitched his voice low anyway. "How are you doing?" The unspoken question weaved through the words, and Kieran sighed.

"Yeah, I'm...I'm alright, Dad," he replied. "It's so great to be home, I only...wish we could..." He gave a shrug, and Tristan nodded.

"I know. Me too." His face was so perfect, Kieran thought to himself. Such a warm expression. He wanted to stroke that muzzle and kiss those lips. A sudden gust of air caught his father's mane, tossing it into his eyes, and Kieran almost melted. That must have shown on his face, because his father's lips thinned, and he looked away before looking back. "It'll happen, Kit," he said. "Trust me." The words were forceful, and Kieran felt hope sprouting.

"Do you...have a plan?" he asked.

"I...kinda do. Do you trust me?" his father asked, and Kieran nodded.

"I do." Tristan smiled at him, and grew silent as Felix's horse fell back and the zebra pointed out an interesting rock formation to his friend. Kieran looked forward again, excitement fizzing in his belly. Dad had a plan. Fuck, yeah! The air suddenly smelled so much better. The colours were brighter. He was out on the range, with his father by his side, and soon they'd have a chance to be together again. This was bearable. He could get through this.

His father raised a hand next to him without looking at him, and snapped his fingers. Kieran grinned.

This is already over. We just don't know it yet.

---

It was early afternoon when they reached the river that tumbled down from distant heights and along the gully that became the valley where, a century before, gold had been found. The path down into the valley was long and serpentine, but this was the only point that it crossed the river. The waters flowed remarkably rapidly, this far downstream of the summit melts; a narrow stone bridge from the previous century remained the only way to cross the steep-walled gully. It looked safe enough -- as long as they went over one at a time.

Kieran was last in line -- and halfway across the bridge -- when he thought he heard an animal lowing. It was barely audible over the rushing of the waters, and he pulled up on the reins of his mount, frowning. Steers didn't typically end up out here; the hard terrain was too steep for them. He retraced his steps and dismounted, waving away his father's shouted question from the other side of the river. The ground became very uneven, away from the path, and he picked his way carefully down the slope. The lowing was clearer now, for sure: an animal was near.

His father's horse pulled up alongside his on the gravel track, and he called after his son. "Kit? What's going on?"

"I think there's a steer down here, Dad!" he yelled back. The river's path wound around a little, making it hard to see, but he spotted a horn sticking out. "Yeah," he shouted back, peering around the rocks. "Looks like it ended up in the river! Must have slipped down the slope and gotten stuck!"

His father was joined by the other three equines, and together they assessed the situation. The steer seemed to be caught, its foot wedged between two rocks. Furthermore, the rushing water around it was making it fractious. Anyone that got close would stand a good chance of being head-butted, or even stabbed with a horn. And that was before facing the unenviable task of forcing the huge, testy animal back up a muddy slope to safety.

"We could simply leave it?" Kieran suggested. It was cruel, but perhaps safer than risking bodily injury amongst the swirling water. One steer against the lives of friends and family. But his father shook his head.

"No, Kit. We can't just leave it there. It's not getting out by itself, and if it dies..." He sucked on a tooth. "This water feeds into the main dam. It'll be polluted for weeks."

The five equines discussed other options. The terrain was too rough to use their mounts to pull the steer out; the big animal would pull down anyone or anything that tried to rope him as their hooves struggled for purchase on the loose rocks. And no kind of equipment was making it up here except a helicopter -- and where would they get one of those?

"I think..." said Felix eventually, then pressed a finger to his lips and thought some more, peering this way and that. "Yeah," he said eventually. "So. See that bigger rock over there?" He pointed at a large, flatter rock very close to the steer. "If I stand on there, and stop him from moving any deeper, then Chet and Axel can go there..."

They made their plans. It wouldn't be much work to free the steer's foot and get him turned around, facing up the slope, but then they had to use his own strength to get him to escape. He was far too big Kieran offered his help, but Tristan shook his head.

"I appreciate it, Kit," he said, "but you've been out of things for a while. We've got enough people. We'll manage. The fewer down in there, the better." He gave his son a smile. "Thanks." Kieran knew his father was aware that he had more than enough strength to be of help, but he could read between the lines. I don't want you in danger.

"Alright," the young horse said. "I'll keep an eye on things up here."

The equines half-walked, half-slipped down the bank of the river and splashed carefully over to the steer. The animal looked at them with wild eyes, lowing pathetically. Felix made his way to the far side, striding manfully through the waters, and the other three approaching from the closer side. Chet knelt down to free the foot as Kieran's father held the neck steady, and Axel braced the rear.

"Almost there," the zonkey huffed, pushing rocks aside and tugging at the leg. "Damn cloven-hoofed jerks...why can't you just have a single hoof like -- ah!" The zonkey rocked back into the water as the leg came free. "Got it!" he yelled.

"Okay, Felix, give him a push from--woa, boy, woa!"

Kieran's blood froze. The steer, finally free, had jerked forward, catching his father unawares. The tall horse tumbled into the stream and the steer began to struggle forward -- away from the relatively accessible slope, and right towards an area of sharp rocks and white water. The air filled with shouts: Axel tried to grab the animal's tail, but had to duck out of the way of a kick. Felix could only push him from the side, which did nothing without him being reoriented. And Tristan was spluttering for purchase in the deeper pool of water he'd fallen into. Cries to "grab him!" and "stop the fucker!" filled the air, but the animal wasn't having any of it. Oblivious to anything except the loud equines behind him, and no longer being wedged in between two rocks, it simply wanted to get away. But it'd slip on the rocks ahead, and likely tip over and either be washed further downstream or simply drown. Either way, it wasn't going to survive.

It only took seconds for Kieran to take it all in. The animal would be beyond saving in moments, and his heart pounded at the sight of his father in trouble. His glands opened, and adrenaline flooded his system. GO, it screamed_. GO GO GO GO GO!_ He turned and sprinted back to his mount, undoing his rope from the rope strap with preternatural speed. The adrenaline pounding through his veins left no space for thought: everything was instinct now. The rope came free, and he hurtled back down to the river. Only a few more seconds had passed, but the steer had struggled beyond the reach of his companions, into deeper, more difficult water. He could see his father about to make an attempt to wade in after it, but that wouldn't work. He'd be in danger of getting knocked over again, and either pummelled underfoot by the frantically windmilling legs of the animal, or knocked about by the stronger current, perilously close to a sharp, rocky outcrop.

"Dad!" he yelled, trying to get his father's attention. "Stay there!" His hands loosened the rope and had it spinning over his head while his eye judged the distance, the angle, the wind. He'd been overthinking it earlier. The rope was part of him, and three years was not nearly enough time to forget the first cowboy skill his father had ever taught him. He remembered the guiding words, and the way he'd shown his son how to make the rope spin, and fly, and land perfectly around its target. The cheer he'd received the first time he'd roped a dummy, and the huge hug he'd gotten. Now you're a real cowboy, son, just like me, his father had said. It had made him so happy. He'd practiced for endless hours, making sure that he was the best he could be. Eager to be the best his father had ever seen.

The rope flew through the air again, perfectly aimed; the loop fell right over the steer's head. Kieran pulled mightily back on it, tightening it around the animal's neck, and digging his hooves into the dirt. The steer caught up against the taut nylon and bellowed, fighting against the entrapment, surging forward with all the purchase its feet could find on the rocky river bottom -- but the stallion's hooves held fast, and his hands did not slip, and the animal was trapped.

The two brothers came boiling out of the river, hands grasping at the clay to propel themselves forward faster, and grabbed the rope alongside the horse, hauling on it as hard as they could. The three young stallions groaned, and screamed, and pulled with all their might. The steer's head was dragged around to face them, and the frantic animal's attempts to escape began to move it clear of the dangerous waters. Felix arrived next, grabbing the end of the rope and running it around a tree stump nearby for extra safety, then helping the younger males to pull on it. Tristan remained in the rover, pushing on the animal's backside. Chet gasped a rhythm. "Pull!Pull! Pull!" With each motion, the steer was forcibly moved a little more, until -- at last -- his hooves caught on firm ground, and the animal pulled itself up the slope and staggered onto flatter, drier land.

Kieran collapsed, exhausted. His arms ached with the effort of pulling against the huge animal's strength, and he gasped for breath as his father clambered up the gully walls and hurried over to him. "Dad..." was all the young stallion managed, before his sopping wet father pulled him to his feet and crushed him in a bear hug. Kieran gulped in relief, wrapping his arms around his father and squeezing back just as tightly. As the adrenaline faded, he started shivering, remembering what he'd seen. "I thought...you'd be hurt..." he mumbled into the crook of his father's arm, and the tall stallion squeezed even harder.

"You did good, Kit," he said, and Kieran's heart melted to hear the relief in his father's voice. "So good. But don't ever do that again, you dumb, crazy horse. You could have been pulled in! You could have been..." He didn't say more; merely squeezed harder. Kieran could barely breathe now, but he didn't care. Being this close to his father was wonderful. He felt like a kid again, protected by this big, strong, calm stallion that he adored. He nodded into Tristan's wet clothes.

"Sorry, Dad," he mumbled. "But I--I had to. I gotta protect you." He took a deep breath. "I need you." Like the grass needs sunlight. Like a stallion needs a mare...or a bigger stallion.

The older horse pulled back from him, tears running down his face, and he took his son's face in both hands, cupping his muzzle and staring at him lovingly. Kieran stared back, seeing how his father's tongue slipped across his lips. He didn't care what the others might think. He wanted to kiss his father here and now, a deep, beautiful kiss like the one they'd shared on the day he left. Is it now, Dad? Is this your plan? Is it going to happen now...?

But Tristan let his face go, shoving an arm roughly around his son's shoulders instead. He looked at Felix and his sons, and gave a goofy grin as he gestured at his son with his other hand.

"Now is that a cowboy, or is that a fucking cowboy, huh?" he yelled. "Kit the cowboy. Saving the fucking day! My fucking awesome son! Fuck yeah!" Kieran blushed, and squeezed a little closer to his father as the others cheered and applauded.

Kieran was king for the rest of the afternoon. Chet started it by calling him the River Wrangler, and his brother and father followed it up with praise and admiration for the quick thinking, his rope skill, his strength...and whenever the young horse looked over at his father, all he saw was a very happy stallion, bursting with pride and love and adoration. He deferred the compliments with alternating silent acceptance and quiet self-deprecation; he wasn't all that keen on being the centre of attention, but he was pleased that his actions seemed to have broken down a slight barrier that had sat between him and the others. He hadn't needed to prove himself to them -- but, since he had, they could now truly see him as one of their own. There were no more japes about his outfits, or being a city slicker. He was one of them.

They reached the campsite as the sun ducked below the hills, and got to work setting things up. An hour later, the pot of stew hanging over the fire was empty, and five full-bellied stallions lay about it, lying flat on their backs on bedrolls, or lazing with their backs against the ancient fallen tree trunks that had been dragged to the campsite for seating purposes. Owls hooted in the forest, and evening insects chirruped. Their mounts grazed off to one side. Everything was still, and wonderful.

A groan sounded out, and a hat rose from the ground. A hand moved it, and Chet's satiated face peered out at the others. "Shit," he said, looking around. "Did we remember to bring beer?"

"Ah, fuck!" Felix swore, slapping a hand angrily against his outstretched leg. "I knew I forgot something!"

"You can still drink?" Axel asked his brother in disbelief. He had his back to a tree, holding his hands to his belly as if he regretted everything.

"I can always drink, bro," the zonkey declared -- before releasing a tremendous burp that shattered the night's stillness. "Sorry."

"Well, I couldn't drink or eat another drop," Tristan declared.

Felix sighed. "Sorry, boys."

"Guess we'll have to find some other entertainment, then," Tristan said slowly.

"Well," Felix said, tossing a leaf into the fire; it burst into flame and disintegrated, the glowing fragments wafting up into the darkening sky. "There ain't a shit-ton to do out here at night, unless you wanna go hunt for kindling and maybe break an ankle in the dark. Got any ideas?"

Kieran saw his father look directly at him, and his heart jumped. He had the same look in his eye as he'd had when he'd invented the race back at the house. Oh yes...oh yes...

"We could tell stories?" the horse suggested. He pulled one leg up, hoof flat on the ground, and curled his arm around it.

"Stories?" Chet queried. "Like fairy tales? Oh -- you mean like horror stories?" He looked into the darkness that extended indefinitely beyond their little circle of firelight. "That could be fun."

"Maybe, yeah. I was thinking of something else, though."

Kieran's heart was beating faster. "What sort of thing, Dad?" he asked, trying to sound calm.

His father looked at him, the firelight shimmering deep in his eyes, like tiny flames. "Well. Kit told his story. I could tell mine."

"Huh? About what?" Axel asked.

"About the best sex I ever had."

The crunch of a log collapsing in the fire sent a spray of sparks up into the sky, like lost stars flying back home. None of the equines said anything, until Felix spoke.

"Let's hear it then, Firehose," he said, in the same quiet voice he'd used the night before on Kieran. "What naughty things did you get up to?"

"Yeah," Axel agreed breathily. His eyes were wide. "What'd you do to that lucky mare, Uncle Tristan?

"Wasn't a mare at all, kiddo," the horse said confidently. "He was a stallion, and he was even prettier than you."

Kieran was impressed to see that nobody so much as batted an eye at that revelation, except for Axel, who frowned and grumbled. "Nobody's prettier than me..."

Felix chuckled. "Scared of a bit of competition, boy? Hehe." He dodged a pebble thrown his way and turned back to his friend. "Well then, Tristan. Let's get all the filthy details."

Kieran stared at his father as the stallion collected himself, wondering what his father was planning that could beat making everyone strip naked. Tristan finally spoke, with a calm, deep voice. "I'd known the guy for a while. He helped me out on the farm. Honestly, I'd been checking him out for a good few months by then. He'd turned eighteen that year, and he looked...amazing." The horse paused, lost in memory. "Before that, he was...well, like a son to me."

No, he was a son to you, Dad, Kieran thought. His sheath was stirring with excitement. Oh, Daddy, I think I know where this is going...

"He'd always been this great, hardworking guy that I could rely on. But that year, he changed. I mean...his body changed. Took a while to get the message about puberty, maybe, but he just suddenly looked fucking incredible. You know what farm work does to a guy, right? That, but...so perfect. Strong. Long, handsome mane that he kept flicking over his shoulder when he laughed. A fucking fine ass. Eyes made to drown in. Just beautiful." His eyes flicked to Kieran, then away. "I'd tried not paying too much attention to him, because it felt weird. He was so much younger, and he was...like family. Always around, helping me out. Making my life easier." The horse coughed. "So, one day, he was there as usual, helping me out."

Not just any day, Daddy. It was a Kit Day. You woke me up with a kiss on the forehead that morning, same as always, and asked me what I wanted to do. Did you wonder at my odd expression? You didn't know what I'd been dreaming about. It was you, stud. I dreamed you were on top of me, your tongue in my mouth and your hand down my pants...and I woke up to a real kiss, and a real erection. That's when I knew I had to have you. All those months of feeling guilty and scared about the feelings simply evaporated. You were the man for me. So, I told you I wanted to do farm work. Hot, hard, sweaty farm work. I knew exactly where that could lead if I played my cards right.

"So, one winter, he's there, and we're moving hay out of the barn for the riding horses. I'd push 'em down from the loft, and he'd carry them outside and load them on the truck. Heavy fucking bales, right, so I'd ended up kinda sweaty -- and him, too. So, when it's done and I get back outside, I can smell him. The air's still and cold, and then there's just this streak of hot, sweaty stallion cutting right across it like a brand. Fresh as it gets, and maybe the cold made my nose extra-sensitive or something, but...I never smelled a guy like that before." The arm wrapped around his leg shifted up, then back down.

"I'd always liked how guys smelled, but this was different. I think it...I think because we spent so much time together, I'd slowly gotten used to his smell. Maybe. And my brain knew he was eighteen now, and maybe that lowered some barriers I had. I really dunno. I just know I stood on that frozen, snowy ground, looking at this guy, my nostrils pulling in his scent, and he looks at me with this quirky look and says nothing, but suddenly he's pulling his jacket off. On a fucking snow day!"

I smelled you too, Dad, in that fresh air. A sire's smell. Powerful and dominant and wonderful. Just like in my dream. Fuck, even when you're in my head, you smell amazing, stud.

"So," Tristan continued, "I tell him he's nuts, and to put it back on, but he simply laughed and said he preferred it off. And..." The stallion gulped. "And if I was really that concerned, I could always just give him some of my own heat." The horse shook his head in disbelief. "Shit, I'll tell you...my dick liked hearing that. I felt really fucking ashamed, too...for about five seconds. Reminded myself that he was just a colt, saying stuff to make me laugh, and it wasn't like I was gonna do anything, right? Perfectly normal feelings for a handsome young stallion stud. So." A shrug, and a cough. "We head off with the feed, and unload it at the horses, and he's pulling the bales off the back with a hay hook, and his exposed arms are steaming in the cold -- and his breath too -- and he looked like..." He stopped speaking, holding one hand in the air and looking off to the side. "Fuck. Who's that one god? With the fire?"

"Hephaestus?" Axel suggested.

"Yeah. Looked like him, sweating before the forge of industry. So impressive. So handsome. And I stare a bit too long, and he sees me, obviously. And he sticks the hay hook into a bale, and strikes this stupid pose, with one arm like a handle and the other like a teacup, and I mean...I gotta laugh. It's so dumb, but he's so hot, he makes it look good...he's got it all, this young stud, and maybe he knows it, maybe he doesn't, but he's acting the goof for me, to make me laugh, and I love him for it."

I did it to hear you laugh, beautiful thing. Rich peals of it that rolled through the air and fed my soul. Your laugh made me happier than anything I ever knew -- until I got the rest of you.

"So, he comes to the edge of the truck, and instead of just jumping off, he holds out his arms, and he says'Catch me!' So...uh, so, I do. Didn't really think about it. Just held out my arms and let him jump down into 'em. Caught him like he's only a kid, this big muscled guy, and lowered him to the ground, and he smiles, and taps my chest, and says, 'Thanks, big guy'. And...I mean, I don't know for sure, but I think maybe I was a little chub, and maybe he felt it a bit as he slid down my body, 'cos..." Tristan's eyes seemed a thousand miles away, staring up into the night sky. "As I'm doing up the tailgate, he walks behind me and brushes up against me. Barely a touch. Just enough so I can feel what he's packing. And how it's...not soft. Not at all. He immediately says 'Oh, sorry, D--sorry, Tristan', like it was just an accident, and walks off, but...shit. I knew. Or thought I did. I hoped. I hoped so much my fucking heart almost blew a valve."

I was so scared to do that, Dad. I don't know if I ever told you. But I had to know. I did feel your dick when you caught me, and, fuck...I liked it. All those times I'd looked at you and seen a sexy breeding stud instead of just a father. I dared to imagine you felt the same.

"I didn't know what to do. Our relationship was so close, so important to me; I was terrified of damaging it. I cared about him so much. But that was also exactly it: I cared about him so _much..._that I wanted the same from him. I wanted to give him...everything. Me. Us. The world. Stupid crazy romantic shit, you know. So we get back in the truck, and drive back to the barn, and we're not saying anything to one another, but my mind won't shut up, it's thinking what to do, how to get my hands on this, uh, this guy I shouldn't even be looking at, and wondering if that really had been an accident back there, and a million other things. Just circling around and around in my own head, and all the while he's right there next to me, and I can still smell him, and I start wondering how big he is down there, how he looks naked, if he...if he likes anal, or what he's into, and..." Tristan barked a laugh.

"And I get hard. Fucking hard. Big surprise, right? Like, satellites-can-see-it hard. But I'm too distracted, I don't notice it. But he does. And like it's nothing, out of the blue, he says 'Better watch out where you stick that thing'. So casual and self-assured, so fucking smooth. Really turned me on. Well, more, I mean. And some fuckin'...some piece of genius in me just hijacks my mouth, and makes me say...heh." The stallion stared down at the ground as if embarrassed. "Makes me say 'Well, do you know a safe place?' And he says nothing, and I thought, that's it, I've fucked it, he's gonna call me a fucking perv now or something. But...he stretches out a hand and rests it on my leg. Right at the top, right here. And his fingers are scratching at my sheath, and it's like they're attached to batteries, 'cos it feels like electricity shoots up my body. I can't fucking believe he feels the same way, and my brain is losing its shit..."

I couldn't believe it either, Dad. I wasn't confident, I was petrified. I thought if I sounded cool and collected, it would be easier to say it was just a joke if it all went wrong. Haha, made you uncomfortable, let's never speak of this again, sort of thing. And even after you spoke back, it took everything I had to put my hand on you. But I felt you shudder under my touch...and I knew. And the fear was gone, and I simply wanted you.

"I pulled up outside the barn, and we climbed out of the truck -- I practically fell on my face I was so excited -- and he walked around and pressed up against me, and we kissed." The stallion paused. "Just like that. No words, only action. And it was perfect. It felt so right...nothing else I've ever done has felt as right as that one kiss. And he took my hand, and pulled me forward, and we went into the barn. We closed the doors, to keep the wind out. Made a little bed at the back, in the hay. Lay next to each other, only kissing, for ages. And then he undressed me, and said such wonderful things about how I looked, and felt, and smelled...and tasted. When his mouth took my dick -- shit, I almost came right there. Knowing who he was, and what he was doing, made me hard as a fucking horn. He moaned so beautifully...told him once I wanna bottle his moans. And when my dick was sopping wet, he undressed, standing next to me, letting me see every inch of his fucking gorgeous body. And he took my dick, and pressed it into himself, and slid down onto me...I couldn't fucking take it. He wasn't even halfway down and I blew. Fattest load of my life, right up into that colt stud's passage." The horse made an explosion action with his hands. "Booooom. Felt so ashamed, but he laughed, and said it was a compliment, and told me how good it felt when I came in him, and made me promise to do it again. Lots of times."

Before that, though, you asked me something. Because I think you were scared, worried that you'd made a horrible mistake. You asked me, 'Kieran, do you want this?' Couldn't remember the last time you used my real name. And of course I fucking did, and I told you so. And after that, you were a horse of your word, Daddy. We did it again, so many times. Half an hour later, for a start. And four times the next day. You said I made you so horny, you'd never stop cumming. I told you I never wanted you to. It was good that we'd just fed the horses, because we barely left the house the rest of that week.

"And then we lay there, and he rested his head on my chest, and sighed when I breathed in and out. And...yeah." He shrugged. "That was the best fucking sex I ever had. The day I jizzed up a colt's tight ass fifteen seconds in. Because it wasn't about the sex. It was about him." His father looked over at Kieran, staring directly at him as he said the last few words. "He became my world, that day, even more than he already was. And I'll never be able to repay that gift."

They were all silent after the story ended. Another log collapsed in the fire, and Kieran fought to hold back his tears. I fucking love you too, Dad. He simply wanted to hold his father now. Not fuck, or kiss...just hold, tightly and eternally, to let him know he felt exactly the same way.

Felix broke the silence, and he even sounded a little emotional. "Well...shit, Tristan." His eyes glistened a little more than usual. "You really fucking love this guy, huh?"

"I do." Tristan's voice was tight, and he took a shuddering breath. "I really do. But I...can't be with him right now. He knows it, and I think he understands, but...the wait is killing me. He's my fucking world." He reached up to wipe away a tear, but not quickly enough; it dropped to his shirt, soaking into the denim, leaving a dark spot. "He's done more for this farm than anyone. Fucking anyone. Even me. He's so smart. So much smarter than me. And he's so handsome, and beautiful...and he's so ready to do what it takes to achieve his goals. It makes me want to fucking die from pride. And when I'm with him...I..." His voice broke completely, and Kieran felt his own tears start. "I'm a better horse," his father said, choking up around the words. "And he's been away for ages, and I missed him so much...and I just wanna tell him how much I love him, and hold him again, and feel his beautiful body against me..."

Axel gave a sniff, rubbing at his eyes, and Chet cleared his throat, turning to look at his father. "Dad," he said levelly, his voice a little rough. "C'mon. Look at him. Look at them! Just...let Uncle Tristan have it."

Felix was silent for a moment, and then threw his hands up and sighed. "Okay, yeah. Shit, bud," he said, addressing Tristan. The stallion's eyes had grown wide. "I didn't know how he was before I got here. You're fucking lucky, and I dunno if I'd have lasted this long. Fuck it." He waved a hand at Kieran. "Go on, then. You win."

Tristan gave a choked cry of happiness, clambering to his feet and near-galloping around the fire towards his son. Kieran had a moment to be utterly confused -- and then his father's arms swept him up off the ground, and wrapped around him, and his father's lips pressed against his -- hard, warm, and needy -- and his own mouth opened automatically, and the amazing, wet, familiar taste of his father flowed into him, and the stallion stopped caring about anything or anyone else in the whole entire world.

His father was holding him, was with him, and loved him.

The kiss felt primal, urgent; as if it was necessary for his father's life to continue. Tristan's tongue dug deep into Kieran's mouth, and the younger stallion matched it, length for length. But the kiss was merely what occupied the tall stallion's mouth: his hands were busy sliding all around his son's body as if trying to touch every part of him at once. One slid into his pants and started fondling his balls, while the other did the same behind, alternately gripping Kieran's firm buttocks and fingering at his hole. The stallion's mouth finally broke the kiss when that happened, crying out into the night at the long-awaited feeling of his father stroking his needy doughnut.

"I'm sorry, son, I'm sorry I waited so long, I shouldn't have..." Tristan's whispered words barely had time to register with Kieran before his dad dropped to his knees, his hands worked feverishly at the young stallion's belt. Kieran looked up in fear at their guests, but they were unbothered -- well beyond unbothered, in fact. Chet was rubbing his crotch as he watched the two horses, and Axel had one an arm around his father's back, and another underneath his shirt. What was this? They...knew? But then why had his father not...

A hot, squirming warmth enveloped his hard dick, and he stopped thinking.

"Fuuuuck!" he screamed, his leg muscles twitching excitedly from the long-sought feeling of being deep-throated by his father. He braced his hands on the sides of the log he was sitting on, and instinctively lifted his legs to wrap them around his father's back, his spurs clinking together when his hooves met. He threw his head back, eyes shut, filling the night air with guttural moans and cries of pleasure. His legs tightened, pulling his father in closer as his long-delayed lust exploded inside him, demanding release after days -- no, fuck the days, the years! -- of denied paternal desire. He let go of the log, grabbing his father's head and pushing it madly up and down, fucking his father's face with mad, relieved ecstasy, his legs the only thing keeping him from toppling backwards off the long-dead tree.

He might have thought it a dream, but for the sounds. His father had become very good at taking almost all of his son's dick in the months they'd had together before he left, and he knew to breathe through his nose. But an old injury had left him with a deviated septum that made the breath hiss in and out with a characteristic snort: a deep, horny sound that Kieran had come to associate with fucking. Dad only had to come up near to him and make that sound, and Kieran's cock would be half-dropped.

It was far more than half-dropped now, though, and as his flare slid back and forth along the upper part of his father's throat, that sound told him how much his father was enjoying this, even if his words couldn't. Every time he pushed Dad's head down, the big stallion rumbled in his chest, and when he arose -- grabbing a quick breath with a horny snort -- Kieran felt him flex his throat around his son's cock. He knew his boy liked that a lot. This wouldn't be a very long blowjob.

Hands slid under his balls, and Kieran's body tensed up again with the agony of pleasure as his father massaged his overly heavy, pent-up hangers, soaked and slippery with the spit and pre-cum mixture that ran down the sides of his dick every time his father's head rose from it. Dad was so warm, and sounded so fucking hot. Kieran wanted to fuck this throat forever, here, under the stars of their ranch, where they both belonged.

"I'm gonna cum, Dad," he whimpered, and his father's hands switched to his son's thighs, pulling his legs tighter around him and pushing his head as far down as he could manage. Getting every inch of the young stallion's cock down his throat. Kieran felt lips brushing against his sheath, and groaned. "Fuck, Dad, yes...fuck, you're so good at this...you feel amazing...you're gonna take all my cum, Daddy, three years I've been waiting...it's all for you, all for you..."

His father sounded like he was screaming at him to do it, but all that came out was "Mmmf! Mmmf ffmf!" Kieran's leg's tightened further as he felt his balls hurtling upward, and he dug his fingers deep into his father's mane. His vision was blurring, and the final release was growing in him like a plume of magma below a volcano, rising faster and faster the closer it got to the surface. Boiling, massive and ready to explode...

"Aaahhh...aaaahhhHHHH...DA...DAAAAAAD...!"

Kieran didn't think he'd ever cum that hard in his life. It had the intensity of the ruined orgasm he'd experience in the hay loft, but multiplied tenfold by the act of actual physical release with it. His nuts were in agony, as if hands had coiled about them and squeezed as hard as possible, but the pain felt wonderful -- or perhaps the pleasure simply overwhelmed it, mixing in and changing it into a climax he'd both fear and adore for the rest of his life. Each blast from his dick razed his nerves with pleasure like wildfire. The feelings were impossibly intense, and pure as life. It was as if time itself slowed down, letting him appreciate every individual aspect of this perfect moment.

The renewed pressure of his father's throat on his dick, as his flare ballooned and stretched it wider. The feeling of hot, watery cum running down his shaft and into his sheath, as his father completely failed to swallow all of his long-delayed load. The rapid pulsing of his prostate, like tiny pleasure-bombs going off inside him, as the little organ squeezed out every drop it could. The way his father gripped his shirt, pulling them closer together, and the deep, happy noises he made as his son pumped shot after shot of rich horse cum deep into his throat...

When he opened his eyes, the sky seemed doubly full of stars, as the ones in his vision danced in between the ones that haunted the spaces far beyond. His balls itched; thicker cum was oozing down them now, and his father's mouth was making slurping sounds as he cleaned up every drop of filial semen that he could find. Kieran groaned and relaxed, letting his legs slip off his father and thud into the earth on either side of him. A hand lifted Kieran's balls, and a hot, eager tongue lapped them clean, making the stallion shiver with pleasure. The young stallion reached for his cock, taking some of his cum onto his fingers and holding it out: his father's lips took them in and licked them clean, and Kieran chuckled. "Guess you found space for one more drink after all, huh, Dad?" he murmured. The bright eyes of his father looked up at him under his brow, and he grinned. How easily they fell back into their old patterns. As if they'd never left them. And how much more pleasurable to return to them without the constant, distracting ache of his clogged balls.

His father shuffled back, and Kieran slipped from the log and onto the ground with a groan. "Fuuuuuuuuck, Dad..." was all he said, and his father's gentle stroking of his face said he understood. "Why'd you make me wait so long, you bastard...?" He suddenly remembered they were not alone, and his words trailed off as his head lifted.

Three pairs of eager fire-lit eyes stared back at him.

Felix got up first, walking forward with a massive bulge clearly visible under his pants. "Sorry, bud," he said huskily. "That was the deal." He looked down at Tristan. "It was meant to be three days, but Chet's right...your dad deserved it." The horse looked back up at him, and smiled, and gave a little nod. The zebra looked back at Kieran, looking unashamedly at his cock and licking his lips. "What a way to say welcome home, huh?"

"You knew about us?" Kieran looked between the zebra and his father -- and then blinked as a smirking Axel appeared beside his father, sliding an arm around the zebra's back.

"We all did, handsome," the zebra said. One of Axel's hands slid down to fondle his father's bulge, and the older stallion rumbled and looked down at his son with lustful eyes. "It tends to come up around this time. A few careful questions, a few hints dropped, and you find out if someone's just keeping the ranch in the family, or..." The attractive zorse flicked his mane out of his eyes and tittered as his father winked and said, "in the family. If you know what I mean."

"He means sex!" Axel said. The zorse looked extremely excited. "Lovely, lovely daddy sex..." He stared up at his father in adoration.

"It's the cowboy way, Kit," his father said softly, and Kieran looked over at him. He was sitting on his haunches, his cock sticking out before him, hard and dark and dreamy. Pre-cum made a long, unbroken line from the tip to the ground. "Sons taking after fathers. Doing what they did. Sometimes they also...take after them in more ways than one. If they're lucky enough." He smiled and rested a hand on Kieran's leg. "Like me. I would have done this years ago, son...but you were being so strong. You gave us so much for me." His eye quivered as a tear formed. "For us! I didn't want to...to distract you." The hand squeezed. "But I knew about Felix and his boys, so I asked them to come and help me give you a...a really good welcome home. But then Felix made me a bet -- and I took it." A breeze picked up sparks from the fire and carried them high. The edges of his father's mane glowed red in the firelight. "I don't even know why. I must have been drunk, or insane. No touching you for three days. Not even a kiss. And they"--he tipped his head in the direction of their guests--"got to tease you all they wanted."

Kieran didn't know what to think of that. "And...the prize?"

Felix stepped forward just as Tristan turned to look up at him. "Felix," his father said with a feral grin, "has something of a reputation..."

"What he means is," Chet said, coming up on the zebra's other side, "is that Daddy dearest is a big old top." He pulled his father's ear towards himself and nibbled on it. "Usually. But the deal was...if Uncle Tristan won..." He nosed along his father's chest, and then began unbuttoning his shirt. His voice grew softer. "This handsome stud would be your plaything for the whole trip. Every day, and every night. Pure, horny, zebra muscle-slut. On demand."

"A big old top, you say?" Tristan asked, a massive smirk sliding up the side of his face. "That what he told you, huh?" He stared up at the zebra, who was suddenly looking everywhere else.

Axel's hand started to undo his father's belt as Chet worked at his shirt. The strip of leather came loose, and Axel drew it out from the belt loops with a flourish. "Look out, Daddy!" he cried. "Your pants might fall down now." He tugged at the jeans to make sure, and they slipped to the horse's feet. "Oh nooooo..." the zorse murmured. "Now everyone will see your pretty penis, Daddy." He tucked one finger into the zebra's underwear and pulled them outward slowly until a long, black length of zebra dick spilled out and hung heavily from his crotch. "Whoops." He went to give his brother a hand with the shirt, and that fell open soon after. Chet pulled it off his father's arms and tossed it to the side, and Felix stood naked before them. He'd not said a word since it started, but his eyes had flickered between his sons, full of horniness. His dick hardened by the second, growing to impressive girth -- and with a flare like the end of a plunger.

Kieran climbed to his feet, looking the zebra up and down. Felix stood proud and unashamed -- and what could he have to be ashamed of? He was a stunning, mature male, a flawless breeding stallion. The young horse turned and pulled his father to his feet, pulling his muzzle in for a kiss. "Fuck, Dad," he said when his lips broke free, "you know how fucking horny I've been? I thought I was going to fucking die. And every time I tried to cum, to these bitches..." He pointed at Felix and his sons. "I mean..."

He held out a hand, ticking fingers off as he spoke. "Axel did a fucking striptease in the shower! And he was going on about how he doesn't mind when guys look at him when he cleans!"

"Well, I don't," the zorse pouted. "I just...want them to follow it up with a dick in my ass after." He stuck his tongue out cheekily.

Kieran looked at Chet next. "He fondled himself in the car..." Chet grinned and did it again. "And he smashed his dick into my face after the race." He huffed. "I wanted to feel yours, Dad!"

"Sorry, son," his father said, hiding a smile behind his hand. "Uh...Chet was only trying to protect the bet. I think. Probably."

"Sure, let's go with that," Chet drawled. The zonkey struck a pose. "Chet to the rescue -- oh yeah!" He winked. "Come on, though, Kieran...you can't say you didn't like my chub."

"I liked it more watching it in Axel," the young stallion shot back, and the zorse blushed as Felix slowly turned to look at his zorse son, one eyebrow raised.

"Were you boys naughty?" the zebra asked.

"Psh, naughty." Axel rubbed a hoof along the ground. "No. We just, uh, followed Kieran when he went to jerk off. And...gave him a little show. To help." He pointed an accusatory finger at his brother. "Chet made me do it! He lured me with his sexy donkey wiles! I'm an innocent buttslut!"

"Fucking please, bitch," the zonkey snorted. "You were halfway into my pants the moment we were alone. And anyway, I'm sure Kieran enjoyed it." He looked at the stallion. "Did you cum hard, stud?"

"No! I barely came at all!" Kieran said, and Chet's eyes blinked in surprise. "I was so scared of getting caught by you assholes," the horse explained, "that my head got all fucked up and I couldn't finish. Had some broken half-orgasm and couldn't get hard the rest of the day."

"...oops?" Chet said, and shrugged.

"Oh, no, it's fine, actually," Kieran said, flashing the zonkey a smile. "I got my revenge. A big drop of me landed in your mouth as you came. Did I taste nice, Chet?" He licked a finger noisily. "Yummm."

"Oh..." The zonkey put a finger to his mouth thoughtfully. "Well, well...horses are delicious." He gave Kieran a smouldering look. "I'll want another taste of that tonight for sure, handsome."

"If you earn it." Kieran turned back to Felix. "And then, the final insult. I had to endure Uncle Bigdick Fucktoy here"--he slapped the zebra's flare, making his cock swing back and forth--"rubbing one out against me in bed last night while he told me about the first guy he fucked. Not to mention the endless fucking..." He shook his head, pausing for breath.

"He does have a big dick..." Axel said, stroking his father's cock and nickering.

"Endless fucking sounds fun," Chet grinned.

"No! The endless fucking cockblocking! Shit." This wasn't true anger; the relief of finally getting off with his father had elevated his mood far too much for the horse to actually be angry. But it still felt good to be calling the others out for their parts in the plan that had caused him so much grief. "I had so many ideas to get Dad in bed," he said. "And every time -- every time! -- Fucktoy here would stymie them. I was so fucking frustrated. I was ready to murder him." He shook his head again, and Felix gave a low laugh.

"I'm so sorry, Kieran," he said, his words only somewhat undermined by his massive grin. "I could see how desperate you were. I just couldn't resist. I really thought you'd still find a way. Honestly. But -- how good it was when it happened, huh?"

"Fucktoy...ohhhh, I like that..." Axel murmured, but Tristan interrupted him.

"You know," he said, "when I agreed to this bet, I didn't realise that meant you'd all be spending every spare minute trying to get into my son's pants before me!" His son slid in next to him, running a hand over his father's chest and smirking at the others. Kieran felt as if a weight had been lifted -- well, a couple hundred grams had, at least -- and he adored how possessive his father was being. The sight of the zebra's nakedness, laid out for all of them to see, was also firing his engines back up. As much of a cocktease as Felix had been, he was still fucking hot.

"Yeah!" the young stallion yelled. "You know the rules! Dads get first dibs!"

"That another farm tradition out here?" Chet asked with a smile.

"It fucking is now," Tristan growled, and the zonkey licked his lips.

"We'll have to teach them all a lesson, Dad," Kieran said, looking around at their three guests. "Show 'em how ranchers do things out east." Chet crossed his arms, and Axel leaned down to kiss the top of his father's cock shaft. Kieran pointed at the two brothers. "You two are exactly as complicit as Fucktoy there, so you'll share in his punishment."

"Oh, yes, Daddy Horse, punish me," Axel said with a giggle. All the overt testosterone bubbling up around him was making the zorse become subbier by the second. He pulled up his shirt, showing off his firm abs. "I'm all pretty for my daddies..." Then he turned and lifted his tail, making the butt-plug in his tailhole flex. "And already full of Chet, so Daddy can go in dry..."

Kieran looked at him, and at his brother -- smirking confidently to one side -- and their father, standing naked and proud, his long cock hanging free. Then he looked up at his own father.

"Get them stripped, Dad. I'm going to get my rope." He pulled his father back just as he started to move away. "And don't think I've forgotten about you, stud." He gave his father a deep kiss. "You got me first...and you'll get me last, too." Bookending the fucking with his father's touch.

By the time Kieran had walked over to his mount, grabbed the rope, and returned, most of the clothes had gone. Felix was still entirely naked -- apart from his Stetson -- but the brothers had opted to keep a few extras on. Chet still had leather chaps on, but with the entire front section removed, thanks to some previously hidden velcro. They were almost identical to the ones Tristan had worn in his video, and earned him a long, horny look from Kieran. He was masturbating himself, and took great pride in showing off the thickness of his cock to the stallion.

Axel had kept only his jockstrap on, and he rubbed a hand up and down the rear of it, playing with his plug. His other hand continued to play with his father's cock, and his eyes flicked up to look at his face regularly with pixie-like amusement. Kieran got the impression that Axel was rarely in control of the big, horny zebra when at home.

Kieran's father had the sexy leather jerkin on; the one from his video. Open at the front and cut deep under the arms. He flexed when his son returned, showing off his arms, and then slapping his chest. Impossibly beautiful. The young stallion just about fell to his knees and demanded his father fuck his throat there and then, but instead, he walked up to face him, kissing him and squeezing the head of his cock. "Beautiful stud," he murmured.

"Handsome boy," Tristan nickered back. "Get naked for me."

Kieran dropped the rope on the ground and stripped. Like Felix, he kept his Stetson on -- but also his spurs. "Cowboy enough for you, Dad?" he asked, clinking one spur against the ground, and his father snorted.

"Fucking always, son," he said.

Kieran picked the rope back up and turned his back to his father, rubbing his ass back and forth along his father's cock as he addressed their guests. "Alright, you horny dicks," he called. He snapped the rope taut between his hands. "Fucktoy goes first."

Felix's arms were tied behind him, and the rope threaded around his body as needed to limit his movement. Arms were bound to his sides, and He grunted as the final knot was tied, his hard cock making it clear he did not mind the treatment at all. His eyes tracked Kieran as he worked, and when he was done, the horse stood before him, arms crossed.

"Nothing to say, Felix the Fucktoy?" he asked. The zebra smiled.

"What's there to say? I've been a very bad zebra, Cowboy. Teach me a lesson." He looked down at the stallion's cock. "What a big stallion you've turned into, hm?" he murmured. His cock continued to leak.

"A tease for a tease," the horse said. He walked around to Felix's rear, lifting his tail and spitting onto a couple of fingers that he rubbed against the zebra's now-exposed hole. "And only a little punishment. For being a sneaky, horny bastard."

"You gonna give me a dicking, Kit?" the zebra asked, turning his head as far as he could. "It's been a good long while...take it easy."

"Lemme think about it." Kieran positioned his dick at the zebra's hole. "Nah."

Felix grunted as the horse pressed forward. "Ah...fuck..._ahhhh, shit, ah, ah..._ahhhh...yessss..."

"Axel," the horse said as his cockhead was swallowed by zebra hole, "Daddy Fucktoy's making a lot of noise. Can you do something about that?" Axel had stepped aside while his father was being bound, and now he walked up to his father with a smile and slipped some fingers into his mouth.

"Shush now, Fucktoy," he murmured, his other hand rubbing his penis against his father's belly. "You've got something in your mouth, and in your ass. Isn't that lovely? Enjoy it like a good little zebra slut, Daddy." Felix snorted, but the wet, lascivious noise of sucking followed, and Axel sighed with pleasure. "Yes...good boy, Daddy Fucktoy..." Chet came closer too, grabbing one of his father's nipples and giving it a hard turn, making the zebra whinny with pain -- and then rumble with pleasure. And as his sons teased and abused his front, Kieran fucked his rear.

The young stallion's simplistic lubrication had only gotten him a couple of inches deep. He was thrusting harder now, lubing up the rest of the equine's insides with his pre-cum, hands gripping his sides, hips pushing forward relentlessly. Each thrust made Felix rock forward a little on his hooves, and give a little moan of pleasure. Top or not, he was definitely enjoying the feeling of the colt's cock sinking ever deeper into him. Kieran's face looked down at the point where his ass met the zebra cock, loving the sight of himself disappearing into the other male...but when his father came alongside him, he looked at him instead.

Dad's fantastic body was glowing in the light of the fire and the pale moon above. Muscles were heightened by the chiaroscuro, and his hand gripped his cock and stroked it with long, sexy, leisurely strokes. He looked at his son's face for a few moments, smiling, and then looked down at his dick going in and out of Felix. He slipped a hand around his son's shoulder and nuzzled into his mane.

"Is he still tight, son?" he asked. His breath was warm on Kieran's ear, and his voice was so soft, it was almost drowned out by the zebra's nickers and brays.

"Yeah...fuck, Dad...he's really tight..." Kieran turned to kiss his father. "But...I bet you'll be tighter." Tristan chuckled deeply, the hand around Kieran's shoulder dropping to slide under his son's tail instead. The tip of a finger pushed against the hole, and Kieran gasped.

"He was tight yesterday as well, when we went out for food," his father murmured. His fingertip circled inside his son's ring. "I needed you so badly, Kit...but I didn't want to ruin the bet. So, on the way home, I made this striped fucker pull over, and I dragged him behind some trees, and I fucked the cum right out of him." A horse tongue licked along Kieran's ear. "Practising for you."

"I thought you...looked kinda relaxed when you got back," the younger horse said, his breathing getting heavier as he worked more of his dick into the zebra. If his father hadn't sucked out his most pressing load a short while earlier, the horse would have nutted ages ago inside the wonderfully warm, soft clutches of the zebra's asshole. "But who's to say...I won't fuck you first, Firehose?"

Tristan's finger pushed in deeper as his son called him by his old nickname. Dad liked that, then. "Age before beauty, sexy thing," his father whispered. "I've got three long, long years of seed that's been boiling around waiting for you to get home. You want it all. Trust me."

Kieran had only one response to that offer, and it fell from his lips with an explosive breath. "I do, Dad...oh, fuck, I do...can I have it now, Daddy? You're so hot, Dad...you fucking turn me on just standing there...I wanna take that gorgeous fucking dick so deep inside and make it blow, Daddy..."

"Lots of time still, Kit," Tristan said. "All the time in the world." He kissed his son's neck and down to his clavicle, working his hole harder with his finger. Kieran moaned, and the pace of his fuck sped up as his arousal began to build to its height again. "Teach this naughty little fuck a lesson first. Teach them all. I'll help. We'll show them what horse cocks can do...and then I'll remind you what mine can do."

Tristan suddenly pulled his finger out of his son, making the young stallion nicker, and walked around to his friend's front. He was still muttering and grunting at each new tweak and torture his sons were visiting on him, but his whole body jerked upright when Tristan grabbed his dick. "Well, now," he said pleasantly, his hand sliding up and down the zebra's cock, sending a shudder through him that even Kieran could feel. "This reminds me of that time you lured me into the changing rooms so you could rub your dick all over me, Felix."

Felix chuckled, nodding slightly, then looked up at his friend. "That was a good fucking day. Told your boy about it last night, while I did the same thing to him. Kinda made it sound like it was your idea, though. I don't think Kit gave a shit, but I understand. He was probably trying really hard to imagine it was you doing it to hi_IIIMMMM...!"_ His voice became a squeal as Tristan did something to his free nipple, and Chet tsked at his father.

"No getting cocky, Daddy. This is meant to be a punishment." It was a damn poor punishment, all told, Kieran mused. The zebra was moaning so loudly now, they had to raise their voices to be heard over him.

"Yeah, Fucktoy!" Axel chirped. He seemed to find the nickname fantastically amusing. "Focus on tightening up those buns. Give Kieran a nice ride. I wanna see him pulling out with a nice, long, cum-covered horse cock and a big sploosh of delicious splooge. Hehe. That rhymed. Sploosh...splooge...mm..." His words seemed to be exciting him more by the second. "They say horses taste like grass and fruit..."

"Horses taste like sex," Tristan said, his deeper voice cutting across the zorse's preppy one. Axel's eyes flashed to the big stallion, and he blushed.

"Maybe I could...try some later. Sir."

Tristan stared wordlessly at the zorse, and then snorted. "Maybe you can, you little slut." Axel gave a gasp at that, and his dick jumped. One hand slid up his chest to fondle his pecs, and the other combed through his name as he smiled and blinked rapidly. "You can lick your father's doughnut after my son's done with it, how about that?" Tristan offered, eyes sliding up and down the attractive zorse.

"Yes, sir," he replied meekly. "Thank you, sir."

Chet watched their interaction with a half-open mouth. "Fuck, Axel, what's gotten into you? You never call me 'sir'..."

"Normal reaction to seeing a proper horse stud," Tristan said casually, looking at the zonkey. Chet looked back, and a smile crept up the side of his face.

"Uncle Tristan..." he said in wonder. "Where have you been hiding this side of you?"

"I'll hide it in that fine fucking donkey ass later, how about that," came the non sequitur, followed by the slap of a hand on an ass. Chet yelped, and Felix laughed.

"I only had to lure Uncle Tristan once, boys," he said with infinite amusement, the words occasionally interrupted by a grunt or a fuck, yeah."Every time after that, he's the one that dragged me to the lockers. By the time we'd graduated, Firehose had sprayed down every inch of tiling in that whole fucking room." His head turned and he looked at Kieran. "And I'm gonna find out if his son can do the same."

Kieran slid a hand up Felix's side and into his armpit, and then pulled it out and gave it an exaggerated sniff. "Smells like slut," he growled. His head was spinning with excitement and pleasure and lust. He could practically smell the testosterone in the air, as all the stallions postured and flirted and touched one another. The sight of his father acting dominant was the greatest aphrodisiac he knew; having his cock being embedded inside Felix at the same time was pure over-stimulation. He gave a final hard push, and his crotch pressed flush against the zebra's rear. He slapped one muscled, cream-coloured ass-cheek. "I always do what Dad says, Uncle Fucktoy," he said, "and Dad says to show you what horsecock can do."

He pulled his entire length out, having to take half a step back to do it, and then thrust it all back inside with a long, wet schlorp that made both of them cry out. "Oh, shit!" Kieran gasped. Felix's ass felt like it was pulling him in when he did that. "You're...a fucking hot fuck..."

"I know I am," the zebra huffed, "but what about you, you little fuck? Am I gonna have to wait long for that little pony dick to tickle me to orgasm?"

Kieran whinnied and did it again, long, hard, inches of stallion prick driving in and out of his mate. "Does that...feel little?" he panted. He repeated the motion, loving the sounds the zebra made. He could act tough all he wanted, but the sensations of sixteen inches of dick fucking him were making him as slutty as Axel. He pushed back when Kieran hilted, and squeezed around him when he pulled out. The horse gripped his sides hard, fingers digging into his muscle, and fucked him for all he was worth. When he looked around the zebra's side, he could see Tristan jerking the zebra off with one hand, and playing with Axel's plug with the other as the zorse made soft, helpless noises. Chet was latched onto one of his father's nipples, practically chewing on it and rubbing his hands all over his father's body. The zebra must be completely overwhelmed with sensations -- and yet he held out. The minutes stretched on, and he didn't cum. It was rather impressive, Kieran thought, in between rough, animalistic slams of his dick. He tried twisting his hips and adjusting his height to hit every spot inside Felix. There was always a spot, at least one, that a guy couldn't resist. Find that, and hit it over and over and over again, and they'd be yours...

He felt the zebra clench more than before when he thrust in a certain way, and he grinned. He moved one hand to the zebra's shoulder for additional leverage and began to jackhammer into his ass at precisely that angle. He could feel the zebra's muscles melting under his hands before he heard the sounds. "Ohfuck...oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh, oh fuck, Kieran, what...oh, oh, d...don't stop...oh, harder, harder, yes, Kieran..." Begging, interspersed with distraught gasps. He was losing control.

"Dad...he's..." he started to say, but his father was ahead of him already. The hand playing with Axel slapped down on top of the zorse's head, pushing him to the ground.

"Suck your daddy's cock, boy," he commanded, and Axel eagerly wrapped two hands around his father's fat black dick and swallowed half of it so quickly, it was as if he'd breathed it in. Kieran felt the body surrounding his dick clench up again, and pressed into the resistance. Tristan walked to his friend's side, sliding one hand across his front and the other down to his ass, holding his fingers around the mass of his son's cock as it ravaged the hole. He spoke smoothly into the zebra's ear.

"It's the locker room all over again, Felix," he murmured. "You getting fucked real good by a horse cock, and spraying your thick zeeb load everywhere. Remember those days? It always smelled so good. Made me feel like a real stud. Won't get to smell it this time, though, unfortunately...because you're gonna pump it all down Axel's throat." The zebra cried out, and his body shook, arms flexing against the ropes that bound him. The nylon creaked and dug into his skin. "Yeah," Tristan purred, "hot, creamy zebra-daddy load flowing down your son's throat. So eagerly, so willingly. Bet it feels so good right now. He's blowing you like he was born to do it. Look at him." Two equine heads bent down to regard Axel's blissful, slurping servicing of his father's prick. "Maybe he was. Real good slut you've got there. Gonna have lots of fun with him tonight. But he's yours, so you get to mark him first." Kieran's father leaned in closer. "So do it, bitch. Mark your boy as owned. Pump him full of that sexy, delicious cum I know your balls are fucking full of..."

Felix's ass clenched shut, and his arms bulged against the ropes as he tried to pull them around. Kieran started fucking the zebra doubly hard, eager to cum at the same time as the other stallion. The zebra's voice was high and desperate. "Suck my dick, Axel," he cried. "Do it, son, suck Daddy's dick, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, boy, I'm gonnaaaaaaAAAAA...!" His words dissolved into a high-pitched cry of ecstasy, and Kieran's joined it moments later as his cock flared and started to pulse with the creamy volume of his own load. The zebra clenched so tightly, there was barely any room for cum inside him; Kieran felt his own seed splattering back out against his crotch, soaking into his sheath and dripping down his balls exactly as it had when his father had blown him. That memory only made the feeling more intense, and he almost cried as his balls squeezed out one final squirt of cum into the zebra.

As the pleasure faded, feeling returned to his legs, and he stumbled backwards, pulling his cock from the zebra's ass with a noise like a leg being pulled free of quicksand. His father caught him, and Kieran laughed. "Oh...shit...wow..." He slumped against his father's chest, the older horse's strong arms keeping him upright. "Fuck, Dad...so good..."

"I wanna see," a breathy voice said.

Axel had stood up; a line of cum still ran down from the corner of his mouth, and he licked it up eagerly. His cock was standing strong, and it spat a spray of viscous pre-cum when he saw his father's ass. Cum was smeared all around it, and continued to drool out of it with every flex of the muscular zebra's innards. The young stallion rubbed his father's well-fucked doughnut, his chest heaving as he hyperventilated. "Oh, Daddy," he said with a desperate need. "Oh, Daddy's pretty, cummy hole...I wanna feel it..." He lifted a cum-wetted hand to his mouth, looking as if he might orgasm there and then as he licked it clean. "Like grass and fruits," he moaned.

He took his hard dick firmly in hand; his hand shaking as he lined it up to Felix's ass. His arms slipped around his father as he pushed in. He was of a length with Kieran, and with Felix still loose and wet, his dick sunk into the warm flesh in seconds, melding the two of them. Axel groaned and buried his face in the muscles of his father's back, thrusting his hips madly and unevenly. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, you feel so good, all wet with lovely horse cum..." he groaned. His cock dragged that cum out on each stroke, splashing it along both their legs. "So good fucking you, Daddy...Daddy Fucktoy...you make me so hard, Daddy, and you never let me fuck you..."

He barely lasted thirty seconds before he dragged a breath in through clenched teeth and pushed firmly against his father, letting loose a throaty neigh. Kieran could see the zorse's leg muscles clenching, and his balls pulsing in their tightened sack as he pumped his own contribution into his father. "Uffff...uhhh...Daddy...I'm cumming...I'm cumming in you, Daddy...so nice...hnnng..."

"Are you good, son?" Tristan asked softly, looking at Kieran, and the younger stallion nodded. His father released him, walking to Axel and grabbing the zorse by the mane. He pulled the stallion's head back, looking down into his eyes from his grand height. Naturally dominant.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked the zorse, his voice deep and rough. Axel's wide eyes grew wider, and he nodded as much as the grip on his mane allowed. "Good," Tristan continued. "Because that's the last fuck you'll have tonight." Axel whimpered, and took a step back, pulling out of his father. His dick was still as hard as when it went in -- but now smeared with cum, like pale inclusions in a pitch-dark stone. "You're going to get down on your knees and clean up the mess you've made of your dad's hole. I want it to shine so brightly, I can see my reflection in his anus." He patted Axel's head. "Do a good enough job, and maybe you can play with the horses some more afterwards."

"Yes, sir," Axel croaked. He was looking up at Tristan as if he was a god. "Thank you, sir." Kieran's father let him go, and the zorse instantly sank to his knees. He placed each of his hands on a zebra ass-cheek reverently and leaned in, running his tongue up the rumpled skin of his father's impressive ball sack and thence along his crack. He whimpered as he scooped up the warm melange of horse and zorse cum that flowed out of his sire, and shivered with absolute delight and happiness.

Tristan pointed at Chet next. The zonkey hadn't moved, watching Axel and then Tristan with a calculating expression. "You." That expression vanished, replaced with a knowing smile. "Come here."

The zonkey sauntered over, taking a moment to tweak one of his bound father's nipples one last time on the way. He stopped right in front of Tristan; while he was a match for the horse's bulk, he was forced to tilt his head up to look the horse in the eye. "You picked up on Axel being a real slut, huh?" he said casually. His dick throbbed between his legs, too thick to rise. He was the thickest of them all by a comfortable margin; Kieran had pleasant flashbacks to watching that monster drive in and out of Axel's lovely hole. Chet raised a hand to brush along his father's face, and then down over his chest, sighing happily. "You're such a fucking stud, Uncle Tristan," he said. "Kieran's a very lucky boy."

"Stud, slut...just labels, Chet." His father's eyes glittered in the firelight. "Easy to give. Easy to take away. Did you pay attention when Axel swallowed your dad's dick?"

"It may have made me hard," the zonkey said lazily.

"Good." Tristan's hand dropped onto his head, and pressed; the zonkey dropped down to his knees. "Let's see if your donkey genes made your throat as thick and hot as your cock."

A memory from the barn came back to Axel, and he slipped in alongside his father. "I've got a better idea, Dad," he said, looking at the zonkey with a smirk. "Chet here was awfully interested in your nickname. Firehose." He grabbed his father's hard dick as he said it, waggling it at the zonkey. Chet tried to maintain his cool exterior, but his dick bounced, and he licked his lips. "So...why don't you give him a personal show. Nice and close. Blow your nuts all over this horny fucker, Dad...and lick it off his pretty muscles."

Chet took in a sharp breath at that. "Ohhhfuck..." was all he said, but that sealed his fate. Tristan looked down at his son's evil grin with delight, then back over at the zonkey.

"You like that, huh?" he asked the zonkey. "Maybe you should jerk off onto yourself the same time I do. More of you for my tongue to clean." Chet groaned and dropped to the ground, putting his back against one of the logs, legs splayed, dick thick and dripping. He took his prick in hand and started stroking up, looking up at the towering, ultra-masculine stallion before him.

"Cum all over me, then, you sexy cowboy," he growled. "Show me that load, Firehose. Make me jealous of your son." Tristan whinnied at him, stepping closer and grabbing his own dick. As the males sized one another up with eager looks, Kieran stayed back, then slipped up behind his father. A hand slid under his sire's tail, and he laughed at the grunt his father made when a finger felt his ring.

"Got some extra motivation for you, Dad," he said. "To help you really get those balls churning." His legs bent as he lowered himself to ass-height, lifting his father's tail -- and driving his muzzle directly in.

"UUUUUHHNNNN!" Tristan cried, his whole body tensing and relaxing in mad sequence as Kieran's tongue and lips went to town on the juicy doughnut between his father's thick, hard ass-cheeks, his eyes shut, and whinnying with abandon. This was the thing that had given the young stallion the motivation to save himself for all those weeks before arriving home. He'd watched that video of his father fingering himself over and over again. Obsessing over every part of that ass: the size, the texture, the way the hole in the middle flexed open eagerly to receive things...and clamped shut around them. It was doing that now: muscle-stud or not, his father's ass had opened under his tongue like a lily flower, letting his long equine tongue slip in and explore his musky insides. He knew his father's spots perfectly: he had spent countless evenings exploring them before he left, and countless more reliving them while away. There, and there...and there...

Kieran couldn't see what was happening on the other side of his father's body, but he could hear it. In fact, with his eyes closed, all the sounds of their impromptu little orgy were easier to follow. Off to one side, a delectable combination of sounds: sloppy sucking, slurping, swallowing and gasping. Axel was clearly giving his own father the rimming of a lifetime. Closer by: the wet, fleshy noise of equine dicks being masturbated. He knew the sound well. Hands would be sliding up and down the spit-slickened shafts, all the way from the soft, sensitive flare to the broad, stone-hard base. Dad's was a classic: straight as an arrow, with a medial ring like a blacksmith had forged a band of iron around it. The first time he'd taken it, Dad had called it his wedding ring. It felt so good, sliding in; his hole remembered, and twitched now. Soon, soon. Chet's cock, though was new, and exciting, and different: he couldn't match Dad for length, but fuck, his thickness was unbelievable. Like some cosmic plumber had slapped a fleshy drainpipe into his crotch and called it done.

Neither was Chet content to simply lie there and wait for his faceful of stallion cum, it seemed. He had a perfect view of Tristan's tall body, and he made sure the horse knew what he thought about it. "Never seen a stallion your age as fit as you, Uncle Tristan," he was saying. "Axel's a pretty enough slut, but you're a fucking stallion. I hope Kieran calls you 'daddy' every time you fuck, because that's what you are. Look at that beautiful fucking dick you're holding. They should put you in front of biology classes, and say, 'this is what the greatest dick in the world looks like'." A hand slapped against firm flesh. "You like my body, Uncle Tristan? I got big and strong to fuck Axel real hard, and to tease Dad with my muscles. Dad loves fucking his muscle-son. I bet I turn you on. You're in love with your boy, but you're still a stallion. Hard bodies make you horny. They make you wanna cum...all over them. Am I gonna get to see you cum, Uncle Tristan? Show me what you got, Firehose. Show me what my dad enjoyed all those years ago. Turn another zebra all-white with your magic wand, you horny, sexy, studly fucking daddy stallion..."

Kieran's hands were gripping the back of his father's thighs, and he could feel the zonkey's words making his father twitch and tremble. He loved dirty talk; before they'd had video, Kieran would record long audio messages to his father solely of dirty talk. Telling him what he was doing to himself, and saying what he imagined it was doing to his father. Dad had later told him that he'd barely lasted a minute the first few times; he'd listened over and over, though, to improve his stamina. Kieran had never thought to wonder what three years of practice might look like -- but he was seeing it now. Dad was right on the edge: his hole had tightened so much the stallion would struggle to slip a pinkie in alongside his tongue, and his son could smell the pre-cum in the air like pollen in spring. Dad leaked so much, right before he blew: if you weren't used to it, you might think he'd had a small orgasm already. Until the real thing caught you by surprise, blasting into your face, up your nose, and down your throat with its hot, musky thickness...

"Cum for me, Firehose," Chet begged. "You're just teasing me now. Fuck, look at your flare, stud. How fucking close are you? Shit, such a delicious horse prick. Maybe you should flip me over and ram that beautiful thing into me and lemme feel it blow inside..." That was the last straw for Kieran's father. His ass clenched completely shut: Kieran pulled his tongue out and dipped his head down quickly, staring between his father's legs at Chet, smelling Dad's sweaty, musky scent all around him. Chet's eyes were like dinner plates, the hand on his dick not even moving now, and his mouth was open in amazement -- and then, with a loud groan of released tension, Tristan the stallion came.

He'd aimed his dick right at Chet, and the first spurt hit him right between the pecs, in the hollow of his throat. As if a bucket of thick cream had been thrown onto the zonkey from off-camera, it splashed out to either side, across his shoulders and down his body, splattering a spiderweb of gooey horse semen across the zonkey's abs. That lasted for all of a second; the next blast landed right on the zonkey's muzzle. Kieran watched -- as if in slow motion -- how his eyes screwed shut as the cum soared through the air towards him, and how it splashed all over his face like a wave, washing up as high as his mane and coating the stiff grey-and-white hairs with fine droplets of horse seed. The blast after that hit his body again, right in the middle, and obliterated the pattern its predecessor had left there: covering the muscles in whiteness that started draining away in thick, pale rivulets along the channels formed by the ridges of the zonkey's musculature.

"Holy fuck!" was the only thing Chet had the time to say as his impromptu horse shower continued. Tristan's fourth expulsion -- no less voluminous than the previous ones -- hit Chet's dick, turning his crotch into a white lake of horse spunk. The zonkey was masturbating himself furiously now, overcome by the erotic show happening before him, and moaning endlessly with amazement and desire, using the stallion's emissions as lubricant. The cum continued to flow: another four shots landed on the zonkey, and then it began to dribble and be wasted on the ground between them. Kieran quickly stuck out a hand to catch one of those lesser spurts, licking it eagerly from his palm and nickering at the taste of his father. Exactly as he remembered. He looked up in time to see Chet's own climax, which looked like nothing so much as the final sad firework after an extravaganza. It was probably very impressive on its own, but after what the horse had just sprayed over him, it barely registered. He managed to splash his face and upper body, opening his mouth to catch some of himself in it, and swallowing with evident pleasure.

Tristan stood for a moment longer, looking down at what he'd done, and then turned to his son. Kieran looked up at him, past the rod of his dick, and rose to meet his face. The horses kissed, and Tristan snorted a hot breath against his son. "Loved your tongue in me, Kit," he said breathily. "Give me more while I clean up this mess."

"Anything you want, Dad," Kieran told him.

Tristan got down on all fours, and -- starting at the zonkey's thigh -- began to lick up the cum that covered him. He flagged his tail as he did so, and Kieran took the invitation, diving back in to taste and feel more of his father's ass. The noises he made mixed with the slurping sounds of a long tongue lapping up cum, and the slow, relaxed sounds of a zonkey basking in the afterglow of an intense orgasm. At one point, Kieran lifted his head and looked up, over his father's back, to where Axel and Felix were. The zorse had finished his own anal ministrations, and sat on a log next to Felix, watching his brother be cleaned with jealous eyes. One hand stroked his cock, and the other gently fingered his father's asshole, occasionally withdrawing to let the zorse lick it clean of cum. He smiled when Kieran looked at him, and lapped his tongue at him suggestively.

Felix himself had not said a word since he was bound...but when Kieran looked at him, he looked back with an intensity that made the horse excited and scared at the same time. There was a calculating twinkle in his eye that put him in mind of the look his father had had, just before he invented the race.

Eventually, Chet was clean again -- mostly. Droplets of cum lingered in his mane, glistening like tiny, fiery gems with refracted firelight, and he lazed against the log like a nymph. Assuming nymphs had donkey dicks. His tremendous penis lay across his belly, softened but not retracted: Tristan had licked that clean as well, an action that had made the lazy zonkey give Kieran's father another round of dirty talk. He was pretty good at it. Tristan's doughnut, meanwhile, was as clean as it got: shining with spit, and loose as the petals of an evening flower. Kieran's tongue was numb from his work, but he didn't mind. It had been a gift to be muzzle-deep in that ass for so long. He'd happily have carried on, but Felix had other plans for their incestuous little gathering.

"Come have a chat, Tristan," he said. Kieran's father got to his haunches, stopping only to take his son's face in hand and kiss him deeply, his sire's tongue sliding around inside his mouth to lick up any spittle he found.

"You taste like me," he said when he stopped, and Kieran grinned, ears perking excitedly towards his father.

"Let's keep it that way," he responded, and got a wink and a soft pat on the side of his muzzle from his father. The tall stallion pushed himself to his feet with a groan, and then stretched widely. Kieran stared up at him in love, and his father gave him another wink, and blew him a kiss, before walking over to where Felix stood. The zebra was still bound; helpless to do anything. Tristan rested an elbow on his friend's shoulder and looked him up and down, eyes lingering on his crotch.

"What's up, buttercup?" he asked casually. He reached out with a finger to flick one of Felix's nipples, staring intently at the pitch-black nub.

"Got another deal for you," the zebra said. Tristan glanced up at him with shrewd eyes.

"You and bets." The stallion snorted. "Is it all zebras that have to bet about everything, or just you? The last one nearly made Kit's balls explode. What next: caging him for a month until he's leaking so much that he ruins every pair of pants he puts on?" He paused at that thought, glancing over at his son, and Kieran gulped. That sounded horrible...and yet lovely. But Felix was aiming higher.

"Nah," the zebra said. "See...you kinda owe me."

"I owe you?"

"Yep."

"Pfft. How do you figure that?"

"Well," Felix said pleasantly, "you forced me to get all naked for a made-up reason--"

"...you'd have done it anyway, if I just asked, but sure..."

"--and that race didn't even prove anything. So. How about...we have another competition. And this time, the winner will know for sure."

"Hmm...I'm listening." The horse reached down to his friend's crotch, grabbing his balls in his hand and hefting them thoughtfully. "You big-balled bastard..."

"Same idea as your race, kinda. Different target." The zebra paused dramatically...or maybe he was taking a calming breath, as his balls were aggressively fondled. "Whose dad...is the better fucker?"

That got Tristan's attention, and he let the zebra balls drop. They bounced a little in their sack, hinting at the mass that lay within. "Interesting. But, for that to work..." He looked at the three younger stallions around the camp. "Seems like I'm at a bit of a disadvantage here. You've got two sons, and I've only got one."

"Are you telling me that the Firehose can't fuck two guys in a row just as well as one?"

Tristan smirked. "Oh, we gonna play it like that, huh?" He pursed his lips and nodded. "Okay, okay. And you know what? I'll up the stakes, just to prove a point. I'll fuck both your boys, sure -- but at the same fucking time." He made two finger guns at his friend. "Pow, pow! Two asses, one dick. Easy peasy, horsey dicky. I just need to check with Kieran. He's got standards, unlike your two sluts." A cheeky wink said that last part was in jest. "Kit?" he called. "Love? What do you say?"

Kieran didn't even need to think about it. "I had to listen to them fucking under me, Dad, and I didn't even get to cum properly." He nodded. "Fuck 'em, Dad. Fuck 'em hard. Especially Axel. He was a naughty fucking tease in the shower." He gave Felix a casual look. "And while you do that, I'll find out if zebras are all spunk and no junk. Maybe Felix's pecker will loosen me up for the real thing. "

Felix gave a wide grin and seemed about to retort, but Axel's giggle made them all look towards the zorse. He had his hands to his mouth, and his dick stuck out in front of him. "Horse daddy," he said with an almost drugged smile. "Zebra daddy...donkey daddy...fucked by all the daddies!"

His dick spat out more pre-cum.

Tristan undid the ropes on Felix, and they took their spots. Tristan had the two brothers on their hands and knees on a horse blanket: Axel's plug had been tugged out and discarded, and the horse's fingers dug first into the zorse's loose hole, and then smeared the extracted glops of Chet's cum onto the zonkey's own asshole. Kieran began to assume the same position, but Felix stopped him.

"Nah, bud," he said huskily. "I like to watch the bottom when I fuck. And since there're no beds out here..." He reached down and gripped Kieran under his ass, lifting him bodily into the air and smacking him with a meaty thud against his belly. Fuck, he was strong. Those arms could probably lift a fucking tractor. He stared into Felix's pretty eyes, and the zebra winked back. The young stallion wrapped his legs around the zebra's back, and his spurs clinked together again.

"Tristan," the striped equine called over, "mind giving me a hand here? Down there?"

Tristan barked a laugh, walking over to grab his friend's dick and press it firmly again his son's hole. "Limp-dick zebra bitch," he said with great amusement. His eyes smouldered as he looked at his son before walking back to where the brothers waited.

"Kieran will be the judge of that, I believe!" Felix shot back formally, and Kieran giggled. It pleased him to see his father enjoying himself so much. He deserved it. The tall stallion blew him another kiss, and walked back to the waiting brothers, slapping one hand on each equine's ass.

"Have you boys ever been fucked by a horse?" he asked.

"No, sir!" Axel said immediately. Chet simply shook his head.

"Well," Tristan said, lining himself up on Axel's hole, "it's very much like being fucked by a zebra --only better in every way." He glanced over at his son. "Kit, sweetie -- will you count us down again?"

Kieran grinned. "Ten..." he started. Felix snorted hotly into his face.

"It's much bigger than ten, bud," he murmured.

"Nine..." The zebra looked really horny. He'd been tied up listening to them all fuck -- and being teased by Axel -- for ages. And his voice was so deep suddenly.

"That's how many times you'll cum." He licked Kieran's neck. His tongue was warm and lovely.

"Eight..." The zebra cockhead was pressing harder into his ring: a marathon runner, straining at the starting line.

"I can probably manage eight hours, sure."

"S--seven..." The stallion was feeling a little flustered -- or perhaps that was just the way the zebra was slowly letting gravity pull him down, driving his penis relentlessly inward. His flare was already halfway in. Cheater.

"I once fucked seven pretty horses just like you at a party," Felix murmured. "They loved it."

"Si...uhhhh...six..." The flare had popped in. So big! Kieran wanted it much deeper, though. He was hungry for dick. He needed to be filled.

"Six is for...hm, sex. Horse sex." The zebra leaned forward again, his blunt teeth nipping the other equine's neck, and Kieran moaned deeply as the dominant action made him even more desperate.

"Fuck me already!" he cried.

"Well, that's a go," his father said wryly -- and Axel squealed like a pig as the fat horse prick he so desired drove into him. The competition was on.

Kieran forgot it was supposed to be a competition almost instantly. His world was now the fiery-hot zebra dick filling him. He'd cum enough already to leave him extremely relaxed, and the zebra's drooling tip did the rest. With a soft cockhead almost as large as a fully flared horse, the big male pressed the stallion wide open, lifting him with bulging biceps until the tip was barely inside him, and then dropping him to let gravity ram every last inch of himself up into Kieran. The young stallion screamed when he did that, but certainly not from pain. As his insides quivered and made space for the invader, the pleasure only grew, spreading along nerves and into every extremity. His very fingers started to tingle from the unending assault on his deepest pleasure points, and if the zebra hadn't been supporting his entire weight himself, the horse might have tumbled to the ground as his grip faltered and his arms hung slackly at his sides. "Uhhh...uhhhh...uhhhhh..." was all he could say; merely the sound of air being expelled from his lungs, every time he thumped into the zebra's crotch.

He managed to lift his head to watch Felix's face -- and what a sight that was. The zebra's eyes seemed completely black: in the low light, his pupils had expanded to fill their entire width. His mouth was open, but his teeth were clenched, and air hissed in between them as his chest heaved with the effort of supporting the large horse. His mountainous shoulders were up to the task, though, flexing and tensing under the skin. His nostrils flared, and he seemed to be smelling the stallion whenever he breathed in. And then the dirty talk started, gasped and spread over multiple breaths. Exactly like his son.

"Did you like fucking me, Kieran?" The stallion couldn't answer him, and his nod was invisible alongside the rise and fall of his body, the in and out of the zebra's thick member. "You really found my spot, bud. Got whatever gene makes your dad a pro fucker, huh? And whatever gene gives you an ass like this." A hard push into the horse. "Squeeze your ass tight, Kieran. I want a tight fit for my dick."

Kieran squeezed as tightly as he could, and the zebra whinnied. "That's it, bud...milk my dick dry. Your ass wants it so bad. I can feel it." He brayed deeply. "You feel almost as good as my boys. Gotta try harder if you wanna be better than them, though. Axel's such a good slut for his Dad...and Chet knows just when to lift his tail. Or when to lift mine." He groaned and lifted his face. "Half donkey, but all dick. That boy makes me scream like nothing else. You should give him a try." The zebra started pushing up with his hips when he let Kieran drop, making their bodies thud together, pushing every last inch of obsidian dick into the stallion's quivering doughnut. "And he should definitely fucking try you. Fuck, Kieran..." He was moving faster now, ramming his long cock and expanded flare so deep into Kieran it felt like it might come out of his mouth. "I love filling my boys up, and they love taking their Dad's big loads, but maybe you are a better lay than them..."

He raised his voice. "I can't hear you, Axel!" he called. In truth, Axel's high-pitched moans were impossible to overlook. Kieran's head flopped to the side, mouth ajar, tongue hanging out, and watched his own father fucking the brothers.

Kieran had been pent up for weeks before tonight, which -- combined with the overwhelming sexuality of their situation -- had made it easy to slam out a couple of big orgasms in no time. But his father had cum as recently as the day before...and yet he still fucked with the energy and indefatigability of a horny teenager. The brothers were on their knees, next to each other; their mouths were entwined, lost in a kiss. A dripping cock hung below each of them, while behind them a stallion fucked their holes. Tristan was true to his word: rather than fucking one and then the other, he was doing both at once. He'd pull out of one of the brothers, his dick wet and rock-solid in the flickering firelight, the head pulsing like a heart. He'd turn ever so slightly, his penis bobbing up and down a little, moving from one asshole to the other -- and then he'd snarl and punch forward, every muscle in his body bursting with energy, and the equine butt before him would swallow his cock whole, making the owner rock forward and moan like a needy mare. No resting on his laurels, either: he'd slam into that hole six or seven times, hard as lust, and then pull out and switch back. He fucked so hard and so fast that each brother didn't spend more than a handful of seconds empty. It was incredible.

"Your Dad's a fucking machine, bud," Felix murmured, following his eyes. "Look at that stud, fucking my boys. Makes me wanna be them. Makes me remember the day he made me a stallion, with that perfect prick of his. Fuck...I'll never forget it." His face turned back to Kieran's. "Just like you'll never forget the night Felix Fucktoy turned you into a zebra-cum fountain."

His pace accelerated, and so did Kieran's moans. The zebra's medial ring tugged on his hole whenever it exited his body, and that jolt of feeling grew stronger over time, becoming the mental rhythm of the fuck for Kieran. The sensation washed across his brain, leaving happy, sparkling islands of pleasure that faded into the background -- until the next wave. They grew closer and closer together, each little island now not fully fading away before it was refreshed. Every time, every thrust, every wave a little stronger. The islands spun about a central point: glowing, horny bubbles, satellites of the pulsating ball of fire that was the zebra's flare, buried far inside his body, and growing fatter on every thrust. The islands spun faster now through his mind, trailing wisps behind them like sexual spinnerets, intertwining and merging and growing and moving faster, faster, faster...

Kieran wondered who was screaming for Felix to go faster...before running out of breath, and realising it was him. Felix was holding him immobile now, letting his hips do all the work: ramming in and out of him with frenzied need and a flare like an orange. Kieran could feel it scraping over every part of him, and it was too much, he couldn't bear any more, he had to...

"Daaaaaad I'm cuUUUMMMIII...!"

"Cum in me, daddy horse, fill me...!"

"Fuuuuuuuckfuckfuckohfuck...ohhhh..."

Kieran's orgasm was right there, on the cusp, but the sound of his father's cries pulled his disbelieving eyes towards his sire. The big stallion was hilted inside Axel, pumping him full of cum: his son could see the underside of his dick pulsing with the flow. But midway...he pulled out, his flare almost turning the zorse's ass inside out as it came bursting forth, cum spraying freely over everything around him. Firehose is cumming. His father grabbed the shaft, even as his body must be half-paralysed from the power of the orgasm, and thrust into Chet, ramming into the zonkey so hard they both almost fell over. His hips started pounding again, and he finished his climax inside the other male.

He really had fucked them both at once.

The thought finished Kieran. Ten, a hundred, a thousand seconds of time -- he wouldn't ever be able to say which -- were erased from reality. The circling islands of pleasure all merged with the flare's explosive light, and bliss replaced feeling. He was in the sky, as high as the stars, touching their fire and being soaked in their splendour as they called his name. Kieran, Kieran...

"Kieran!"

His eyes flew open, and he gasped for air. Liquid dribbled into his mouth, and he stared into the shocked face of Felix: wet as rain, and painted white. "What..." His ass was wet, too; he could feel warmth running out of it.

"Shit, bud..." Felix said in amazement, blinking cum out of his eyes and licking more from the side of his mouth. "That was...something else." He laughed. "Wow. You sure are your dad's son." He looked over his shoulder. "I'm pretty sure I won, Tristan. Look at the fucking mess he made of me."

"Fuck...you..." The stallion was collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. Sweat soaked his mane and ran down his chest, and his cock was halfway back into his sheath. Next to him, two well-fucked assholes drooled cum: Axel was fingering his, while Chet had braced his hands against a log and was groaning wordlessly, a thick line of cum descending from his own cock and soaking the horse blanket under him.

Felix's cock suddenly fell loose of Kieran, and the horse shuddered at the feeling of the massive flare exiting him -- along with a tidal wash of cum. The zebra's arms trembled, and he quickly lowered the horse to his hooves; Kieran crumpled to the ground and lay there, staring up at the stars, trying to process what his body was telling him.

Overall, the message seemed to be: that was a hell of a fuck.

At some point, his father crawled over, and Kieran lifted his head onto his father's sweaty, grimy chest, and simply lay there. The rise and fall of his sire's breathing were so relaxing. His body thrummed with the aftermath of the intense fuck, and he let his mind drift away. The others seemed to need time to recover as well; something approximating silence fell over the equines, punctured only by wet farts and soft noises of happiness.

Chet's mumbles made Kieran focus again. "Fucking...horsecocks," the zonkey was grumbling, apparently to himself. He'd flopped over onto his back, one leg raised; when Kieran turned his head, he could see the raw redness that his father had left where there'd previously been a perky zonkey asshole. Cum squirted out of it whenever the male flexed.

"That's what they do," Tristan said with immense satisfaction. "Fuck you good and leave you dripping."

"Okay, boys," Felix said. He was still standing, somehow; he sounded exhausted. Not surprising. "Get your votes in. Who fucks better: me...or Tristan?"

"Uhhhnn..." said Felix, still barely conscious, face down in the horse blanket. The fingers in his ass were sliding in and out of himself as if on autopilot.

Tristan's hand gently stroked his son's mane. "What do you say, Kit?" his father asked softly. Kieran didn't need to think about it, really, but he made a show of doing so anyway. He pushed himself up on an elbow, looking across the expanse of his father's nude chest to the zebra standing beyond. "You're fucking good, Felix," he started, and the zebra smirked and nodded a couple of times. "But...my dad's better."

"Psh." The zebra looked at his friend. "Okay, then. Chet? Axel?"

The pause felt dramatically long, as Axel struggled to put conscious thought together. "He's...really good, Daddy," the zorse said, blinking and rubbing himself. "But -- I think you're better."

"Yeah," Chet agreed. "Definitely you, stud." He nodded slowly. "Just."

"Just!?" Felix looked affronted. "After all I've done for you boys..."

"He fucked us both! At the same fucking time! And he cums so much! Fuck!" Chet grabbed his legs and pulled them apart, lifting his ass to show how the salty cum still came out when he flexed. "It's still leaking out..."

That seemed to remind Axel of something, because he looked about frantically, then lunged for something on the ground: the plug that Tristan had removed from him. He inserted it back into himself with a happy noise, and slowly pushed himself to his feet. With the loose-legged waddle of a well-fucked sub, he made his way to his father, kneeling on the ground in front of him when he reached him. "Daddy," he begged, "can I get tied up, too? Like you were?"

"Later, son," the zebra said, patting his son's head. He looked over at Tristan. "So. I win! Hands down. Two to one."

"Well, now, hold your son-horses," Tristan said. He rolled over onto his belly, legs bent, feet in the air, hands held up before him. His thighs were spread enough for Kieran to see his balls resting between them, just below the curve of his ass. The young stallion smiled, and moved slowly forward, muzzle inching closer to his father's nutsack as he spoke. "Kieran voted for me," the older horse said. "That's a baseline one." He held up one finger. "And you won your own boys over by a small margi--FFFFUCK!" His head whipped around as Kieran's tongue started licking up the back of his balls, moving them about in the loose, salty sack. His father tasted like sweat and cum. Was there a better flavour for a stallion? "Oh, shit...yeah...good boy, Kieran," his father rumbled, turning back to his conversation as his son attended to his nuts.

"A small margin," he finished saying. "Therefore." He held up two fingers on his other hand. "Two almost-wins from them, and one full win from Kit." He brought the three fingers together. "Even a conservative estimate makes that at least two for me. Out of three." He spread his palms and grinned. "And the winner of the inaugural Horsefuck Derby is..." Two thumbs stuck towards himself. "This guy!" He whinnied with satisfaction.

Felix seemed about to contend the point, then blew a raspberry and gestured dismissively. "Yeah, fine, whatever. How you're not a fucking zebra, I'll never know. Fucking magic balls."

"Um, fucking delicious balls, thank you," Kieran interjected, raising his head to glare at the zebra, and Felix chuckled, looking over at his own sons. He reached down, grabbing the coils of rope that had previously been used to bind him.

"Axel," he said slyly. His son made a thrilled sound. "Come to Daddy."

Axel shuffled forward, hands held crossed in front of him, his dick hardening up again. "Yes, Daddy," he said submissively, standing still as his father tied his wrists together and then stood up to have it threaded around his back and under his crotch, one loop circling the base of his dick. As it tightened, the stallion's cock grew thicker, and the veins stood out proudly. Kieran remembered his veiny it had been in the shower; it was even more so now. Felix stroked his son's cock with pleasure.

"There, now you're all tied up for Daddy," he murmured. Axel was quivering so much, he looked as if he might explode. "Who's the fucktoy now, Axel?"

"Me!" the stallion cried out hoarsely. Rope notwithstanding, he was dripping his excitement all over the ground. "I'm your fucktoy, Daddy."

"Mhm," the zebra said, lowering himself back to the ground and spreading his legs. "Now...give your Dad's balls a nice wash, son."

Axel's knees thumped into the ground and his face shot forward, lapping across the two huge black zebra testicles with the eagerness of a desert traveller at an oasis. Felix groaned and let his head flop backwards, eyes fluttering shut. "Yes, son...fuck, yeah..." he groaned. There was a softer groan, and Kieran's eyes flicked up to see Chet getting to his feet. He had a naughty look on his face, and he stole closer to his father with careful footsteps -- and then threw one leg over his face. Felix jerked, but as cum-soaked zonkey ass pressed against his mouth, he relaxed. A dark tongue slipped out and dug inside it, making Chet whimper.

"Yes, Dad, yessss...mmmh...clean it good. Full of tasty horse cum for you, fresh from the flare..." His tufted tail swished across his father's chest as his hands braced against his thighs, and he moved his hips this way and that, giving his father full access to his rear. Felix wasted no time, and the wet slurps of his rimming echoed those that Axel had made earlier that night.

The equines passed the time in happy oral exploration, letting their bodies recover from the earlier exertions. None of them suggested that it might be over. They had spent two days in a near-constant state of sexual tension, and it would take far more than one or two orgasms to fully expend that bound-up energy. Here and there, one of them threw a teasing sexual jab at one of the others, receiving a promise of flared retribution in return. Lazy eyes wandered between handsome naked bodies, sizing them up and planning next steps. The suggestions grew more detailed, and more carnal. The fire burned low; fresh logs were thrown on, making the flames shoot high into the air as the fuel was consumed, stabbing red and yellow and crimson light out across the recumbent, horny equines. As the fire grew hotter once more, so did they -- and Kieran led the pack.

A spit-soaked bollock fell from the young stallion's mouth with a wet plop. "Felix talked about the time you made him a stallion, Dad," he said, looking up along his father's body at his face. Tristan was on his back again, head resting on a log, watching his son suck his nuts. "Did you really take his virginity?"

"He says so." The older stallion scratched the side of his son's muzzle. "But he sure took my dick easily enough for a virgin."

"Hehe." Kieran nuzzled against his father's balls, pushing them around. "He sounded jealous of Axel and Chet when you were fucking them. And he does have a really nice ass."

"Doesn't he just?" The stallion's eyes unfocused, remembering. "Zebra ass and horse dick...it's like they're made for one another. And yesterday's fuck was so quick. I was so pent up. I wouldn't mind another chance to do it properly."

Kieran lapped at a ball and up the scrotum, all the way up to his father's sheath. "I'd really like to see that, Dad. Maybe..." He glanced over at the zonkey that still straddled Felix's face, grinding into him and braying wildly; his father's hands were gripping his sides and pulling him down. "You take Felix for a ride...and Chet can try my ass."

"Horny boy."

"You love it."

"Fuck, yeah, I do." Tristan turned his head to look at their guests. "And Axel?"

Kieran shrugged. "He's tied up. He'll sit still and do as he's told."

"Oh? Is that a little dominance I see in you, son?"

"It must be infectious. You've been quite the dom tonight yourself."

"Simply want to make sure these striped bitches remember not to mess with us again."

"Fucking right." He considered. "Well...unless it's like this. I like this kind of messing with us." The young stallion crawled up over his father's body and kissed him. "Save some of that sexual energy for me, old man."

His father's eyes twinkled. "Don't worry, Kit. Got a special reserve of studliness, just for you."

Kieran got onto his haunches, looking over at Chet and Felix. "Chet." The zonkey looked at him, and the horse turned around, lifting his tail into the air. "I want some of what Axel gets."

The zonkey growled at the sight of the horse's well-stretched hole, still oozing zebra cum, and climbed off of his father. Tristan, meanwhile, snapped his fingers at Felix, gesturing down at his dick. Father and son smirked at one another and approached their respective partners. "Time for round two?" Felix asked, sliding a hand over his friend's hard body. "I won't lie, I enjoyed yesterday's brief return to Horsecock Land, Tristan."

"You'll be going back again," the horse said, "but it's gonna be a much rougher ride this time." His nostrils spread wide, and his lip was high in flehmen, smelling his friend. "You smell like my son's cum," he said gruffly.

"But all I taste is yours," the zebra shot back. "You filled Chet up real nice, by the way. He's never tasted better than with your thick jizz seasoning that muscled hole."

"Filling zebras is my speciality." He grabbed the zebra's mane, bending his head back and looming over his exposed neck like a vampire. "Do you remember what you used to say in the locker room?"

The zebra's cock was dropping with meteoric speed. "Fuck me, Firehose," he said huskily.

Kieran watched his father throw the big zebra male to the ground, lift his tail, and ram three fingers into him. Felix groaned and arched his back. "Yeah..." he groaned. "Fuck me, you fucking stud horse. I'm all lubed with your boy's hot cum, loose and ready for the daddy stallion. Show me how you taught Kieran to fuck, you sexy stud. Fuck me like you fucked me in school, Firehose."

Kieran's tail was suddenly pulled up as well, and he dragged his eyes away from the sight of his dominant father to see Chet, smirking at him from behind. "You know what my favourite thing to do is, Kieran?" he asked playfully. He swept his cockhead back and forth across the stallion's winking hole. "After Dad's played with Axel, and the little slut's still all loose and juicy...I go and fuck him myself." He sighed happily. "Nothing like a hole right after Dad's cum into it. His jizz is so nice and slippery...and the guys are always so loose..." His flare pushed up against Kieran's ring. "Gives them at least a chance to fit me."

The first few inches were easy; Chet wasn't any thicker than a horse there. But after that, it only got wider, and wider, and Kieran's ass began to stretch further than it had ever had to do before. Kieran groaned and whimpered, loving and fearing the feeling...but his eyes were fixed forward, on the sight of a long, perfect stallion cock, against a backdrop of flames, aimed at a zebra's ass. His father was smearing his cum-covered fingers along his shaft, and he looked across at his son. The tall horse stood straight up; Felix was big enough that the stallion didn't need to bend his legs to be at the perfect height to fuck him. He was so tall; Kieran loved how small it made him feel. Like physical proof of his father's protection over him. Tristan's big, dark eyes were mysterious pools that Kieran wanted to drown in, and his cock...if he spent one more day without feeling it inside him at least once, he'd call it a failure.

"Look at me, son," Tristan said redundantly. Kieran gaped up at him. "I want you to watch me."

"Yes, Dad," Kieran whispered. Chet was halfway inside him, and he felt like his ass was splitting open.

"I'm going to fuck this horny zebra, Kit, like I fucked him the first time." He pushed three fingers back into the zebra, making him moan. "Pay attention, because however hard I fuck him now..." He pulled his hand out and pointed at his son with a single cum-slick finger. "I'm going to fuck you twice as hard. You fucking sexy thing."

"Yes, Dad," Kieran breathed, gasping for air as his ass was devoured by donkey dick. "Yes, please, Daddy..." Chet was gripping his hips hard, pressing forward constantly, barely giving the horse time to get used to the width each extra inch added before pushing in the next. It might have really hurt, had Kieran not already been loosened and lubricated by Felix. But any discomfort, potential or otherwise, was in the back of his mind: his attention, his senses, were focused on the sight before him. His magnificent father, a god amongst horses, preparing to demonstrate the fuck he'd been saving up for his son for three endless years.

Tristan pushed into Felix, his soft flare squeezing through the zebra's ring with a lascivious sound. Felix grunted as it expanded inside his ring, and the horse held it there. "You like my flare, don't you, Kit?" he asked rhetorically. Kieran couldn't have answered anyway; all of his breath was being used to tense up against the slow explosion happening in his rear. Tristan pulled back a little, making the zebra's ass bulge from the mass of flesh just inside of it, trying to escape. "You like to feel full of your dad's cock. I made you with that cock, son. The same flare that makes you whimper and say my name is the one that got your mother pregnant. The same white coltseed that swam up into her, fills your ass when I fuck you." Kieran's imagination spun with the image of his father's powerful swimmers driving vainly into him. "A little bit of what made you, getting spurted inside you, son." He began pushing into Felix, grabbing the zebra's tail and lifting it high. "And a little bit of what you made, is inside him."

Chet's medial ring slipped inside Kieran; it felt like a basketball had been pushed into the horse. The stallion's cock hung under him, as hard as it ever got, dripping musky pre-cum. His balls swung back and forth, refilled and ready.

His father stopped again when his dick was halfway inside Felix, ignoring the whimper of need from the zebra. "Some fucks are slow, Kit," he said, as if lecturing a room of students. "Some are fast. Some are middling. And some...some are..." He snorted. "Some are because I've had to watch you jerking off to me over video for three years, and all I could dream about was reaching through the screen to grab you, and kiss you, and throw you down on the bed, and rip off all your clothes, and slide my dick as deep into that wonderful young tight horse ass as it will go..." The horse thrust hard, driving the rest of his dark cock into the zebra. "And fucking you so fucking hard, over and over and over again..." He pulled out and thrust back inside Felix on each word, making the zebra scream with pleasure. "Until you almost pass out screaming my name." His voice was like gravel now. "You sexy, beautiful, amazing creature."

Chet had also hilted, and then paused -- perhaps listening to his father's little speech. Kieran was trying to relax as best he could, flexing his walls against the invading donkey cock now and then. It was beyond big. Once it started moving around, it would touch every part of him at once. How would that feel?

Fucking awesome, he suspected.

Tristan pulled halfway out of the zebra, and pushed back in. "I've missed your body, Kit," he moaned. "I've missed your beauty. I've missed touching you all over, to make you moan. I've missed sleeping next to you, and slipping my dick into you, and slow-fucking you until you wake with a gasp and a cry and a spit of cum over the blankets. I've missed seeing you get out of the shower with those sexy eyes, and seeing you lap at me with that naughty tongue, and then bending over to feel that warm, wet muscle invade me...and then have it replaced by your beautiful dick." He sighed, head lifted, eyes closed, hips rocking back and forth, fucking the zebra with only half of his long length now. "I love how you fuck me, son. You're so gentle and sweet. So much love, in every stroke." He looked down at his dick, sliding in and out of his friend, and then over at his son. Kieran felt his stomach do a flip; it was as if it wasn't his father that looked at him, but some other creature. Something feral, and horny, and unstoppable.

"But that's not tonight's fuck, son," his father growled bestially. "Tonight's fuck is payback. Payback for every time you showed me your dick over video, and blew your sexy load all over your chest, and licked it off your fingers and called me daddy." He pulled almost entirely out of the zebra, and then thrust in with a single smooth motion that made Felix grunt and cry out, his sounds ignored. "It's for all the times you took a picture of your dick in class, under the desk, with the caption 'You'd look good sucking my dick under here'." His hips had sped up; one hoof shifted back for leverage. "Tonight's fuck is for payback, for revenge, for reminding you...that my dick's the only dick you need. Zebra, donkey, zorse...fuck 'em all. I did. And horse dick always wins, son. Every." Thrust. "Fucking." Double thrust. "Time." Thrust. He grabbed Felix's hips. "This is how I'll fuck you, Kit. Except twice as hard."

It was as if a switch got flipped on, somewhere inside Tristan. The slow, measured pace of his fuck vanished in an instant, replaced with animal fury. He practically lifted the zebra's rear off the ground, he was gripping him so hard; his powerful biceps stood out in vascular glory. His legs had spread apart, and he swung his whole body back and forward, using all of his strength to drive his fantastic horsecock in and out of the doughnut in front of him. The sheer power he manifested -- as if from nowhere -- was impressive by itself. But it was the speed that was truly staggering: the wet plops of his sheath impacted Felix's ass weren't even a second apart. He grunted like a beast, snorting and snarling wordless exhortations at the utterly helpless mate below him. Perhaps Felix might have asked him to stop -- but he'd been pushed beyond that point already. He was making a single sound, a groan, a cry that emptied his lungs, then broke to refill them, and then continued. His head was buried in his arms and his dick was hanging from his sheath, not fully hard, but far from soft. The mass of zebra dick jumped and jiggled every time the enormous stallion slammed against his body, and the line of pre-cum that drooled from it was a golden thread, sent shimmering by dancing flames. Even if he'd had the capability to say stop, he wouldn't have dared. He was getting the sort of fucking most males could only dream of.

Tristan's body was covered with a sheen of sweat again; he glowed with power. Kieran stared in awe and lust at his father, the best stallion he'd ever known, showing him what the combination of decades of experience and a really big horse dick could do. He could hear a plap, plap behind himself as Chet fucked him, but the zonkey was just another equine. He lacked Dad's innate fire, or the irresistible force of years of withheld sex. His dick felt amazing, and Kieran loved it inside him...but it was simply a dick. It wasn't Dad. At this point, all other dicks were merely preparation for the final act.

His father was overpowering. He had been, all night, but now the fun was over. They'd played their games with the others, teased around one another, and Kieran couldn't keep it up anymore. He needed his father in him, around him, filling him. He needed to smell him, taste him, be fucked by him. He needed it now.

"Daddy," he gasped, his voice as urgent as the relentless pace of the big stallion's fucking, and his father's head whirled around. Firelight twinkled in the corners of his sire's eyes. Tristan snarled, and pulled back; tugging his entire dick free of the zebra beneath him with a spray of liquid, cum and pre-cum and spit, the droplets catching the fire as they spun out into the night sky, glowing like beads of gold. His father stood absolutely upright. with hands clenched and face eager. He was the peak of stallionhood; masculine perfection. Nobody could deny it. His dick jutted outward, a sexual promontory, without curve or dip. It glowed in the ruddy firelight: a weapon, fresh-pulled from the forge, hot, and hard, and ready to be hammered into something else.

Or someone else.

Kieran heard Chet's gasp as his father strode towards them, each step seeming capable of crossing continents. Then his ass was emptying, as the zonkey pulled out, acceding to the superior male. Tristan did not need to speak: his body, his face, his dick said it all. He, like his son, had circled this ultimate point long enough. He desired consummation, now: an end to his too-long wait. Kieran sensed Chet staggering to the side in the corner of his vision, but he didn't care. He could not, would not pull his face away from his father's. His sire was beyond mortal, surely, for no mere horse could be as he was. As the masterworked stallion approached, Kieran slid onto his back, legs spread. He could imagine how his hole looked, widened by Chet's beast and dripping wet with donkey pre-cum and zebra cum. All of the fun tonight had been preparing him for this. He could receive his father now.

The tall stallion thudded to his knees before his son. Rough hands grabbed his calves and pulled him forward, making Kieran gasp. His aim was perfect: the long stallion cock sunk home on the first thrust, from root to stem, burying all eighteen inches of his sire's perfectly black, perfectly thick, perfectly filling penis inside the ass that had lusted after him for too many years.

Kieran's hands clenched into the horse blanket, and his head fell back as he screamed. "YES, fuck, oh FUCK, Dad...oh, oh, ohhhhhh..." The last words juddered as his father whinnied loudly, like a stallion in heat, and pounded against his son like a mad thing. It was as if furious winds swirled inside him, venting their power and frustrations through his cock. Kieran voiced the feelings for them both, for Tristan was entirely lost to the need to rut his son with every ounce of strength and power he possessed. He truly had held back for him, for not even Felix had endured the assault Kieran was now subjected to. The young stallion screamed, and groaned, and screamed again. He yelled invocations to the star-strewn night sky, and begged for more -- always, more. His father's dick was everything that made life good. It speared into him, hot as blood, long as need. The gigantic flare pressed into every corner and made his body try to twist around itself to keep it in him -- and made him almost weep when it withdrew. Only to return, blessedly, moments later, with a snort and a bellow from his father. His beloved.

His mate.

Other cries sounded out as well. Chet and Felix, desperate, horny, and robbed of their toys, had advanced on Axel. The still-bound stallion had watched everything playing out with eager eyes, his hands just about managing to stroke along his dick. But now he lay atop his father, getting fucked; Felix had tugged his son on top of him, pulled out his plug, and thrust his dick inside him. Chet knelt behind them both, his own dick forcing its way into the hole that already held a fat, full zebra cock. Axel's high-pitched screams held not an iota of pain; only ecstatic pleasure as his brother and his father fucked him in tandem. Felix's mouth found his son's, and the screams dissolved into hot, grunting kisses to match the uh, uh, uh of Chet's hard, senseless fuck into his brother's small hole.

But Kieran didn't care what the others did. He had what he wanted -- what he'd wanted for so, so long. His hands slid restlessly about his father's sweaty body, feeling his muscles, feeling them flex as they pounded the long inches of stallion prick into him. His ass was numb with pleasure, and he fought to keep his mind clear. He wanted to remember all of this. The islands of pleasure were gathering again, and he pushed them away as best he could. He stared up into his father's black-on-black eyes, his long lashes, the way his mane hung down around his shoulders. He took one of his nipples in his fingers and squeezed, making the big stallion whinny and slam extra-hard against him. He reached for his neck with one hand, then two. His fingers wrapped around his father's neck -- and the words came hissing out.

"That all you got, bitch?"

Tristan went berserk. Kieran could feel his father's neck muscles straining under his fingers, and he gripped them with claw-like fingers -- barely making an indentation in the flesh. Dad would feel it, though. He'd feel his resistance there -- and in his ass. He clenched those other muscles as if trying to turn himself inside out, making his father fight for his breeding right. He was his Dad's son, his fucktoy, his rut-hole. His painfully beautiful father was in him, so deep in him, so wonderfully deep...

He pulled his father's head down and kissed him. Same as the fuck: rough, and messy. Tongues and lips slapped around, and snorts of air. He caught his father's tongue in his mouth and sucked on it, then released and dug deep inside his mouth. His father's taste was earthy, distinctly him. Irreplaceable. Like his cock. Like every part of him. Kieran moaned, breaking the kiss and nuzzling into his father's mane. "Cum in me...cum in me...cum in me..." was all he could say, his mind lost, his body given over to the powerful stallion ravaging it. He wanted to feel his father's completion deep inside. He wanted the firehose to fill him.

"Cum in me, Firehose!" he screamed.

Tristan roared, his veins standing out all across his body like seared marks in the skin, his head pulling up as his neck muscles spasmed. Kieran felt a sudden bulge grow deep inside him, and he cried out in happy exultation. "Yes! Yes!" His father's firehose swelled as he came, pressing hard against his son's insides, and then expelling its hot gift with eponymous force. Kieran could feel it: the heat spread through him, and the volume distended him. He felt beyond full, suddenly, and he whimpered with pleasure at what that meant. Dad's delicious cum; his monstrously productive balls, unloading everything they had in him. Breeding his son with lust and joy and triumph.

The fluid volume stretched Kieran's passage so wide, even the stallion's flared cock couldn't hold it in. Kieran's doughnut quivered as warmth flowed out of him like a river, drenching the blanket beneath them. The heat of his father's lust did it for him, too; his own cock flared, and his balls began to pump what cum remained in them after the long evening's fun. It was beyond bliss, and the stallion's head fell to the side, staring out at nothing, moaning like a mare after a stallion's mounting. His father didn't notice, or didn't care; his purpose in this moment was to breed, and breed he would. His unstoppable dick continued to thrust in and out, splashing them both with his cum. His hardness was now independent of his body: he would fuck his son forever if he could.

Kieran went somewhere else. His orgasm had passed, but that was only a fraction of the pleasure -- and the pleasure continued. Dad still fucked him, still emptied his paternal gift into him. He could not say how long ago it had begun, and he never wished for it to end. A part of him knew it must, but facts could change. Surely, he and his father could remain like this forever. Endlessly fucking, inextricably bound. Cumming, and stopping, and cumming again. They would become a mere part of the world, an immutable point. The stallion and his son. The two lovers. The perfect couple.

Sense returned. A wet hand lifted his head, and warm lips met his. Like a fairy tale, it revived him; his eyes focused on the face of his father, smiling down at him. He was drenched in sweat, and cum, and his dick was still inside Kieran. But he'd stopped fucking. It was over...for now.

"Welcome home, son," his father said.

---

The rest of the journey was far more interesting. The days were spent in travelling, but the evenings were spent in naked glory, exploring one another's bodies and discovering anew each night the pleasures a stallion's cock might provide. Kieran and Tristan were happy to participate, but they always found time to simply be with one another, rekindling their ardour. It grew by the hour, and oftentimes they'd let the others ride on ahead, and stop, and find a spot under a tree to be with one another in pleasurable self-discovery. When they eventually caught back up with the rest, as often as not they'd find that Felix and his sons had already begun to have their own fun. And then they'd grin, and slip off their clothes, and join them.

It took them a week to make it back to the ranch house, four days longer than expected. Felix pulled his mount up short as the home came into view, looking at their destination with pursed lips. "Kinda sad it's over already," he said. He looked over at his sons; Axel was riding with his plug in again, each bounce of the mount under him making him moan and go cross-eyed. Chet was right behind him, watching his brother's ass rise and fall, and licking his lips. "But at the same time," the zebra added wryly, "it ain't a moment too soon." He chuckled. "Gotta get these two straightened out. Remind 'em why their dad's dick is best."

"'course you do, Felix," Tristan said with amusement.

"Mhm." The zebra slapped his reins, yelled "yah!", and galloped towards the house. Axel's horse followed suit, making the young stallion's moans rise an entire octave and five decibels with the increased pressure on his ass, and Chet simply grinned at the two horses and galloped on after his family.

Kieran walked his horse a little closer to his father's. "What exactly did you see in him in school, Dad?" he asked.

His father looked lost for a moment. "Oh! Felix? Well...he beat me at a game. So I wanted revenge. And one thing led to another, and..."

"...and you fucked him for half a year in a locker room?"

His father considered. "Quite out of hand."

Kieran laughed. "What was the game?"

"Oh, you won't know it. Was called Wangalong."

The zebra and his sons left that afternoon, after voluminous hugs and promises to return soon. Felix slapped Kieran on the back one last time, nodded, told him that he'd make a fucking good rancher, and said if he ever got tired of horsecock, he knew where to come. When Kieran queried if that place was "in your ass again, Felix", the zebra guffawed and told Tristan he had a fucking great son.

And then they were gone.

Kieran waved the hire car away as it bounced down the road, one arm around his father. When both the dust and the car had faded, he looked up at his sire and sighed.

"That was a hell of a way to get back home."

Tristan hugged him. "Did you enjoy it?"

Kieran grinned. "Before I knew, I wanted to murder all of them. So much fucking teasing...but that first night with you was incredible, stud." He leaned up for a kiss. "It made up for everything. They're pretty fun guys...and Chet's dick is almost as good as yours."

"Almost."

Kieran smirked. "Almost." He fondled his father's crotch. "You'll always be number one, Dad."

"Yeah?" The stallion pushed closer to him, his bulge pressing into his son's belly. "I mean...sure, I know that, but the Firehose forgets sometimes." He looked down at himself. "Wanna remind him?"

Kieran grabbed his father's hand and pulled him towards the barn. Evening was falling, and orange light stabbed through the wooden slats of the barn walls. Kieran twirled around, and his father watched in amusement. "Are we going to dance?" the tall equine asked.

"Maybe." Kieran performed a terrible jeté. "We can do whatever we like, now, Dad. Forever."

"I want to do you forever, Kit."

"You had fucking better, stud." He twirled back into his father's grasp and kissed him again. "Don't you remember, though? You told the story the other day." He gestured around them. "This is where it all began."

"Aha," Tristan said. He looked about. "The birthplace of us. Oh...and of you, actually."

Kieran blinked. "What? I was born in a barn? Since when?"

"Never. Only teasing." His father licked his nose. "Silly boy."

"Pfft." He licked back. "I prefer naughty boy." One hand slid down his father's pants. "Or big boy."

His father flexed the swelling dick that now filled his palm. "Compromise. Horny boy?"

"Very horny boy," Kieran corrected. He picked at his father's clothes, and pointed at a big pile of clean hay that he'd snuck out earlier to make. "Get these off, stud, and lie down there."

They both stripped. Kieran stood, looking down at his naked father, stretched out on a pile of straw with his arms behind his head, his legs spread wide, and a massive smirk on his face. Tristan winked an eye -- and then an asshole -- at his son. "Now, pardner," the older stallion drawled, "you've learned a whole heck of a lot since you got back 'ere to the farm. But I'm just gonna need to make sure you're still a real farm boy, where it counts." His eyes looked greedily at his son's penis.

"Shore thing, pops!" Kieran said, lowering himself onto his father's body, getting comfortable and pressing his already-sopping flare into the excited opening of his father's ass. Tristan's expression melted into one of bliss as his son's penis pressed against him, and they both gave happy sighs. "I learned it all real good, Firehose," Kieran whispered. "First rule is..."

His father's body accepted him as if it had been made for him.

"...horse dick always wins."