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Cobalt let out a soft yawn as he pulled the sheets up to his dark, patterned chest; reaching for his bed side lamp as his green eyes lazily noted the time displayed by his radio alarm - 23:56. Being a creature of habit, the 25 year old Clydesdale hooked up his mobile to its charger after deleting all notifications from the top of the display, setting it on his bed side table along with his glasses before turning over to face away from his bedroom door. Taking a deep breath, he lay his head upon his pillows before exhaling, closing his eyes with a gentle smile.

It was the end of a school week for Cobalt, and he was happy for it to be over. Thoughts of archery practice in the morning overtook those revision classes as his consciousness slowly slipped into unconsciousness; dreams of country representation flowing through his head like a river. The Stallion wanted to be an icon, a recognised figure, a hero to inspire those who aspired to be like him, showing them that it is possible to reach dizzying heights if they worked hard enough for it. Thoughts of medals being draped around his neck by competition officials followed by a congratulatory handshake; then being handed outrageously large cards by his sponsor's representatives, showing large sums of prize money as cameras snapped his image again and again and again. As the cameras flashed, his mind focussed on the sounds of the camera-flashes; the noise becoming louder and louder, the flashes getting brighter and brighter, until.... BAM.

Cobalt jolted from his sleep, gasping a little in shock as he gained tried desperately to regain his bearings, his eyes blinking as he realised he'd left the his dream world behind before looking over to his radio clock behind him, squinting at the bright red digital display: It was 02:29.

"What in all the circles of hell was that noise.." he thought to himself as he sluggishly reached for his glasses. As his vision cleared up, the stallion blinked once again - his eyes darting around the room, checking for anything amiss, anything that had changed between now and before he'd drifted off.

"Window?.. no. Cupboard maybe? Hmm..." He thought to himself. But as his head slowly turned - scanning the room to identify anything at all, he looked over towards the bedroom door, oddly finding it open. Cobalt's eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness, and within it, he saw a dark figure slowly wobbling from side to side. The figures hand was placed against the wall inside Cobalt's room; the Clydesdale didn't say a word, instead, giving his eyes time to adjust further. As they did so though, the figure gained more and more defining features and details for Cobalt to identify: the figure was quite tall, dark primary colourations with cuts of orange.. or was it gold? He saw a dark tail and mane attached to an athletic body, as well as the other hand grasping at what seemed to be a half emptied liqueur bottle, periodically being brought to the figures equine looking face.

"Is that... Dad? No. it couldn't be. Dad wouldn't be back home until Sunday. Why is he... topless?" Cobalt thought, blinking yet again as more details came into focus. The stallion that stood in his bedroom doorway looked unkempt and dishevelled: his mane messy, his jeans torn a little, and his belt looking like it had already had a half-arsed attempt at being removed. Before Cob could say anything, his father took a few stumbling steps into the bedroom, taking another swig from the bottle, pushing the door closed once again with a bang before making his way across the far-side wall of the young studs bedroom. The heavy conspicuous steps that the horse took as he made his way towards Cobalt's bed caused his belt to loosen just that little bit more, his trousers falling around his ankles, causing the stallion to fall onto Cobalt as he lay in bed.

"Sssssshhhhpl.... You'll wake up Cobulb Mirri- Mirri-... Margaret. The father said, as he brought a finger haphazardly to his lips, then rolling onto his side before making an attempt to sit up. Cobalt remained silent, keeping his bed sheet over himself as he watched his dad try to reach down to undo his belt and trousers, becoming easily confused by it. As the stud leaned forward to unbind his ankles - far too concerned with removing his torn clothing than his centre of balance - his body began to roll forward.

"H-hey, you're gonna-!" Cobalt jumped into action, trying to pull back on the males shoulders, inevitably being pulled off the bed along with him. The father hit the ground first, falling into a rather solid lump on the floor as his son rolled over the top of him, landing to his fathers side.

"O-oww... that h-hurt..." The drunkard slurred, slowly sitting up before once again swigging from the bottle that he still grasped. Cobalt sighed as he rubbed his bumps, sitting up before helping his father up, leaning him back up against the side of his bed.

"Seriously? Look at you..." Cobalt said in a dissaproving tone, rolling his eyes as he fixed the position of his glasses, looking over his father as he was polishing off the contents of the bottle that weren't spilled on the carpet.

"L-Look, n-now see here!" Zaggy started, his brows furrowing as if he were about to start off on one of his trademark tirades... before forgetting what he got mad about.

"Hey, can you get these jeans and boots opff meplease Margery? I cant really... I'm not really... I love you Margery!" He exclaimed in a sudden outburst, turning unwittingly towards his son, swinging his thick arms around the stallions neck before planting a hot and heavy alcoholic kiss upon the students lips. The only time his father every kissed Cobalt on the lips was when he was younger. He didn't know why his dad did it, but it was akin to being kissed on the cheek as far as he was concerned. But as soon as that alcoholics tongue brushed against his own, Cobalt knew that this was not simply one of THOSE kisses. Too terrified to alert his father as to what he was doing, and risk causing another 'incident', he just... went along with it. Pinned against the side of his bed as his fathers tongue lapped against his own, Cobalt felt his heart throb heavily, sending a wave of blood down his body and towards his groin, his cock shamefully stirring to action immediately by this taboo yet somehow arousing turn of events; his bright green eyes now peeled wide open by shock and amazement.

"W-what am I doing! This is dad! Push him away. Push him away!" He told himself mentally as his heart rate shot through the roof. But as the seconds ticked by, Cobalt's eyes slowly softened and his head gently turned into the kiss: The student was now embracing his Sire. Cobalt's father, now doing what came naturally to him, got up onto his knees, holding onto his stallions jaw as he held the kiss for what seemed like an eternity.

"Mpf... You taste go-good, Mary!" The drunk exclaimed, still trying to kick off his trousers.

Noting that his father was trying in vain to speak his mothers name, Cobalt attempted to get into character, acting as his mother in an attempt to progress these already odd events. Cobalt wanted to see just how far down the rabbit hole he could take this.

"Look, take a seat on the bed, Zaggy. Let me get those-" Before he could finish his sentence, the father figure was already up on the bed somehow, rolled onto his back with his feet dangling in mid-air. Cobalt laughed to himself, adjusting his pyjama bottoms to accommodate his new arousal before yanking off the stallions boots one by one, discarding them onto the floor before taking each trouser leg, removing his jeans too.

It was then that Cobalt noticed the impressive tent that his father was sporting. At first, he did the decent thing and looked away; but, as his cock gave a throb of approval - goading him on, cobalt turned back to gaze upon it, already seeing a damp patch upon the tip of the tent.

"you want those off too, huh?" Cobalt asked politely with a feminine edge to his voice. His father nodded approvingly, rolling onto his belly in an effort to get up, Cobalt having to aid his move before being in a position to remove them - his father now up on his hands and knees. His heart beating at a pace he'd only known in pre-competition circumstances, Cobalt hooked his thumbs inside either side of the stallions elastic, closing his eyes before dropping his fathers draws down to his knees. "wow..." he thought to himself. He didn't even need to see the studs low-hanging junk to know that he was turned on; the stench of his drunken arousal gave that away far too easily. Cobalt awkwardly lifted each of his fathers legs up one by one, moving the underwear passed his knees before removing them from him entirely. Now finally free of the burden of clothing, Zaggy crawled off his sons bed, trying to get back onto his feet with a wobble before Cobalt moved in close beside him to act as a support; one hand placed on his fathers hip as his other gently caressed his fathers chest before lowering to his muscled abdomen.

"Come on now; let get you into bed, you drunk." Cobalt whispered seductively, pulling the bed sheet back, chuckling as he rolled his father into his bed. Cobalt soon followed suit, getting into bed behind him, giving his father an affectionate hug around the waist before turning over, checking the time before closing his eyes once again, desperately trying to repress his innate urges to initiate some form of intimacy. It was then that Cobalt felt his father turning in place, his weight shifting prominently before he felt those strong hairy arms wrap around his chest and waist; that thick damp rod pressing up against the young man's back.

"Z-Zaggy...I-I..." Cobalt stuttered nervously, his eyes now wide open once again, his heart rate sky rocketing. It seemed far too late to back out now though, as the alcohol addled mind of the equine father seemed to have triggered his most basic of instincts: The need to mate.

"Shh... it'sppth fine Mary; Cobalt's asleep, and I'm wearing a rubber.~" Zaggy whispered seductively into his sons ear - he wasn't wearing a rubber. The younger stallion gripped tightly onto the edge of his pillow, his body rigid with anxiety as the drunk behind him rubbed the palm of his hand over the boys arm.. then his chest. Slowly. That hand rose up towards Cobalt's throat, just as his neck fur began to tingle from the sensation of alcohol-infused breath rolling over it; Zaggy exhaling shakily before locking his lips onto the side of his sons neck.

"P-please be gentle... l-like before.." Cobalt whispered quietly, still in character, the anxiety and tremors very real though. His father continued to kiss up and down the side of his son's neck, his thumb running over Cobalt' Adams Apple as the remaining digits wrapped tightly around his throat, slightly restricting the stallions intake of air. Cobalt instinctively reached for Zaggy's arm, both hands now holding onto the muscled males forearm as his breathing became raspy.

"Z-Zaggy, p-p-"

"Be quiet, and I'll make this as quick and painless as I can." Said the drunk after pulling off the stallions neck, his voice now airing confidence, dominance, and a natural certainty; he was going to enjoy this whether it came the easy way.. or the hard way. Cobalt knew his fathers character and tendencies well enough by now, so he did the best he could to relax his body and his nerves, surrendering himself completely to his fathers will. Cobalt's body relaxed, and the father took this as a sign that Cobalt would do as he was told, willingly, and without question. He slowly released his sons throat before relinquishing his body.

"On your front Mary." He commanded.

"Y-yes... My stud." Cobalt replied, gathering his nerves, trying to stay in character even now.

Once his father had moved aside, Cobalt rolled onto his belly; secretly adjusting his rigid erection, hiding it as best he could while his father waited somewhat patiently. In a naïve effort to seduce his father, Cobalt - once on his belly - raised his hips up into the air, lifting his tail up and to one side.

"I... I want to try anal again Zag. I liked it more than I let on last time." Cobalt said with a soft gasp, his hands reaching back to his well rounded cheeks, pulling them apart to show off his dark, velveteen doughnut. With a shuddering exhale, Zaggy replied "Oh... Mary..."

Without much hesitation, Zaggy crawled around Cobalt's presented form, positioning himself just between his sons legs before taking over the duty of keeping those cheeks apart; and he did so with great pleasure as he spread them apart ever so slightly more than Cobalt did, causing a moan to reverberate from his sons throat. Zaggy licked his lips before lowering his head down towards that exposed ass-hole, his wide flat tongue dragging slowly over that silken flesh before circling slowly around the outside.

"Mpff..." moaned the son as he pushed his face into his pillow, his back arching ever so slightly, his hips rising and pressing back into his fathers face, urging him on, his body exposing his true lustful desires. His father took this well, bringing his tongue back over that ring of muscle before pushing it inside, spreading that ring open ever so slightly. Cobalt let out a gasp, his cock throbbing between his legs as his fathers tongue swirled just inside his sanctuary, causing his erection to start to leak clear sticky fluid onto his bed sheets. Pulling away with a soft gasp, Zaggy gave a firm slap to his sons right cheek, grunting in a guttural manner as he moved a little closer on his knees, lifting and laying his semi-rigid erection over his sons doughnut, between his cheeks, and up lower back, giving him some idea of how big he was.

"Bite the pillow... This won't be pleasant." He said, drawing his hips back slowly, leaving a slimy trail of clear fluid where his cock once was. Zaggy used his left hand to keep his sons cheek spread as his other helped to heft that thickly veined cock, bringing the flat, rimmed head up to and against that muscled ring. Gently at first, he eased the pressure on, being sure his position was correct as he kept pressing, gradually building and building the force until he felt that ring give before him. Cobalt's peeled open, a tear coming to his eyes and a squirt of juice coming from his cock as he felt the burn he'd only experienced from the toys he kept from his parents, the burn of a stallions flare entering him. He let out a shuddering breath, trying to remain still for his father as he felt him continue to put the pressure on.

"That's my girl... keep still... damn, so tight..." Zaggy mentioned as he pushed his hips forward. Ever single inch felt like a battle to Cobalt, trying to keep his ring relaxed as his father remained rigid inside him. Then, he felt the telltale temporary thickening that was the medial ring passing into him.

"You're so big Zaggy... I-I can hardly cope!" He lied, partially. Cobalt had a horse toy of his own, but it was nowhere near the size of his father. Zaggy let out a grunted as his push came to a stop. "Damn... You bottomed out already?" He asked rhetorically as he drew his hips back, quicker than when he was pushing. Skilfully, he left his flare inside before pushing his hips forwards again, driving that rod in quicker as he moved his hands up his sons body, stroking up the boys sides before scratching down his back muscles. Cobalt took a sharp intake of air as his father scratched his back, his hole tightening around that pile driven cock, the scratch finishing as soon as his father bottomed out once more.

"Oh... fuck yes... you're a lot tighter than your mother."

Cobalt's heart skipped a beat as he heard the stallions speak, all blood rushing from his head and his cock towards his turning gut. "How long did he know? What should I do!?" He thought, beginning to panic, sweat starting to cover his entire paralysed body before he felt that burning sensation behind him again, reminding him that his father was still deep inside him.

"Don't move a muscle, boy. I'm not done yet." Zaggy whispered menacingly into Cobalt's ear as his hips rocked forward, mashing the colts prostate with the underside of his meaty shaft. Cobalt's breathing picked up whilst his body remained paralysed beneath his fathers, pre-cum being pushed out of his cock with thanks to his fathers throbbing rod.

"D-Dad.. I-I didn't know that you knew I was mother.. w-what are you doing? Why're you still-"

"Quiet, boy. I didn't bring you up to speak out of turn." said the mature stud, putting his offspring back in his place as he drew his hips back, dragging his hot and heavy cock slowly from his boys body. Zaggy closed his eyes, letting out a long and heavy sigh, the smell of alcohol now strong in the air as the studs breathing quickened, the taboo of incest weighing heavily on drunks mind.. but in all the best ways.

As his thrusts quickened, Zaggy would become less and less mindful of how he was treating his son: a swift slap across the rump as a follow up to scratching down his back, the slow increase of power he would put behind his weighted thrusts, the moments where he would let himself slip fully where his hands would rise up around the boys neck, gripping around his throat as he pulled him back into each thrust. Each second brought the stud closer and closer to his eventual climax, not giving a second thought for Cobalt's own release as his equine cock-tip began to swell and flare out. All Cobalt could really do as his father had his way with him was simply to lay there on his belly and allow his father to spend his load; were Cobalt to try and move, Zaggy would cause resistance - or worse, get violent. For his own safety, Cobalt gripped his bed sheets, bit the pillow, and tightened up his body to work that shaft as best he could to bring about the end as quickly as possible.

"F-Fuck kid... have you done this before? Who am I kidding.. I know you have: Why else do you think I allow your 'training buddy' to visit." Zaggy huffed, feeling his orgasm rising just as his balls too began to rise. "Yeah, that's right: I know about your little fuck buddy you little slut."

Cobalt hardly had the time to respond as his body was shunted down and into the mattress again and again, his tail-hole now naturally relaxed to the continued invasion, an invasion that wasn't to last much longer. Zaggy's flare had soon reached its full and swollen size inside the confines of his sons body, his balls tucked way up against his shaft as he felt that familiar build up of pleasure creep towards its precipice.

"S-Shit, You've milked it out of me far too quickly son; I'm gonna nut!" The stallion exclaimed as his hands once more wrapped around the younger males throat, tugging his whole body back against its sire's final thrust, a resounding slap signalling the trigger of his orgasm. Zaggy's tail quickly rose with each successive ejaculation, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, each flex delivery a hot and creamy load of foal batter directly into his son's gut. That massive wedge of a flare inside Cobalt would stop any seed from seeping back out the way it came, each hot jet of semen pushing the last load deeper and deeper in to the young man's body.

"D-Dad, i-is this what mother felt like w-when-"

"I said don't talk out of turn, boy!" Zaggy exclaimed, mid orgasm, as a hand was pulled away from his throat to once again slap his firm rump, this time leaving a longer lasting sting behind it. With a yelp, cobalt nodded, remaining quiet as his dad settled into his after-glow. The flow of seed was mostly stemmed as he felt his fathers cock slowly begin to soften and shrink whilst within him, the feeling of that flare pulling itself free of its own accord sent shivers down Cobalt's arched back, his own cock still leaking cloudy pre-cum, his balls aching for attention. His fathers flare was the last thing to remain inside him, until the stud then removed even that from his body with a single forceful pull of his own hips, that flare popping free with a wet 'shlerp' sound.

"Bring that pretty face of yours back here boy; I'm gonna need a clean up crew for this job." Zaggy said as he sat back on his rump, his flared cock slumping between his legs, his cum-coated flesh staining the younger stallions already ruined bed sheets. Without a word, Cobalt simply got up and onto his knees before crawling around to his father, keeping his eyes low as a sign of respect before gently handling that throbbing meat, parting his lips to bring it home.

"Heh.. Liqueur dick?.." He said rhetorically, running his fingers through the boys mane as his cock was being dutifully cleaned.

"More like Liqueur Libido."