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By Russell Rottie

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Spanish Translation Thanks to: Cal, that awesome Monkey

Sun-bleached hair laid flat across a brown snout but allowed sapphire eyes to glisten in the sun's reflected light. The crystalline-blue water danced with silver ribbons as ripples lapped at the side of his board. The fiberglass surface had yellowed from exposure but maintained a grippy surface perfect to stand on. Keoni laid on his belly while waves lazily rolled beneath him. Bobbing up and down he could hear the announcer on the shore but paid it no mind. No, instead his focus was on each set of waves that rolled to shore, waiting like a predator to find the perfect wave to end his heat. The timer ashore continued to count down and he closed his eyes to keep from focusing on it. Alone now, the appaloosa paddled toward the coral ridge and allowed a few more waves to pass him by.

It wasn't long until he noticed an unusually large bump-out at sea. Its rapid approach and size were all Keoni needed.

"This one," he said to himself and began to position his board properly.

It happened in a flash as the face of the wave grew from a few feet to a monstrous twenty five. Keoni's movements were practiced and smooth as he crested the lip and before he knew it, he stood up. The wind whistled in his ear as he dropped into the face, a roar chased him from behind. The horse's legs bent as the sun's light became diffused by the rush of water. The water to his sides looked like glass as his body was consumed in the pipeline of the wave. The lip of the wave moved faster than his board and threatened to collapse around him, but the horse knew what to do.

A simple tuck of his back legs was all it took for the surfer to burst out of the tunnel. His mane caught some of the water and blinded him, but a simple flick of his head cleared that obstacle. Although the tunnel had collapsed, the wave still had more potential to give. It was a split decision as he rode the rail of the wave, cutting back and finishing with a roundhouse. His board fell on top of the wave, white water surrounded him as he rode the wave to shore. For the first time that day, he heard the crowd's cheers.

"There you have it, folks, the final heat of the day capped off by Keoni!" an announcer hyped up the crowd.

The appaloosa smiled wide and waved at the spectators, looking over those smiling faces and reveling in the admiration. However, when his eyes dipped down he could see a rottweiler walking toward him.

"Great job Keoni! Though you could have dropped some of the dramatics waiting for the last minute to ride a wave." the rottweiler said and patted Keoni's shoulder.

"Hey, just needed to wait for the right one. I could have gone longer but I think the--"

"Yes yes, you did well. But now we might be a little late getting to our next gig. Still got the ceremony and that contest winner." the dog said while he eyed his watch.

"Contest winner?" Keoni asked with a furrowed brow.

"Ha! What would you do without me?" The dog laughed, "remember we ran a radio ad? Wannabe photographers send in their best work of water sports and get a private photo session with you."

"Oh, right! I remember that one dude's photo," Keoni said.

"Mm-hmm, that one dude's name is Yancy."

"Is his last name Clancy?" Kenoi said with a dry smile.

"Nope, and you better not make that joke in person. The photoshoot is at four tomorrow. So long as this winner ceremony moves along without delay we can maybe fit in lunch before hittin the terminal. I wouldn't count on that though, raid the buffet before we leave," the dog added before he walked away.

By the time Keoni was in a car, the sun had just begun its approach toward the horizon. Broad nose nearly pressed against the car window as he was driven back to his hotel; at the cusp of falling asleep. His eyes reflected the rays of light of a setting sun. Although his fur was brushed with the artificial current from the air conditioner, the image alone invoked memories of his past. The orange light caught the jewels of water as they splashed against his board. The feeling of the last of the warmth for the day at his back.

Keoni wondered what it would feel like to be a sea bird flying over the ocean, dipping the tips of wings into the surface. Gliding effortlessly as the winds shifted direction with the cooling of the earth. But as his toes curled over the front of his board, hanging ten, he knew it would be the closest thing to flight he'd have. He could only stand proud at the front of his longboard for a split second, but that moment was remembered in slow motion. Looking down at the whitewash and the brief moments of glimmering glass.

He was flying.

The sun had vanished as Keoni gazed out of a new window one made of polycarbonate. The clouds below him as twilight afforded the briefest moments of the view of the below. A full moon's light shined across the inky black of the ocean below. Cold white light invoked further memories of youth. Though the light in his memory felt warmer rather than the cold white of night.

A fire crackled next to him while two surfboards sat nearby. The wax on their surface rubbed off after hours of time beneath the sun. The salt crust in his sun-kissed mane solidified his fur in place and gave him a natural, bed-head, look. Eyes closed while he enjoyed the warmth from the flame accompanied by the gentle breeze; the sound of the ocean rumbling onto the shore.

"Do you think you'll ever come back to visit Keoni?" A mutt asked before continuing, "I mean, you'll be making a ton of money man!"

"Tsk, of course I'll come back to visit Ikaika. Besides, I follow you on that media site now." Keoni cracked a grin when he heard sand being swished side to side. "Just because I got a sponsor doesn't mean anything is really going to change."

"You're being stupid, of course, things'll change. I'm gonna miss you, and I barely even use that application thing." The mutt's nose wrinkled happy with not being tethered to his computer. "Not to mention ya don't have to live your entire life on this island!" the dog said. "Mom always says that there are more opportunities outside of the islands."

"You sound more excited about this than I do." Keoni cracked a grin.

The mutt looked bashful, bi-colored eyes were downturned toward the fire. Keoni studied his best friend's body remembering what a chubby kid he was. Then high school arrived and puberty hit slimming his frame faster than a blink of an eye. Ikaika's fur was a mix of white and grey patchwork with splatters of silvered tones and whites thrown across his torso and face. Keoni liked to think some water god dropped a drink on him.

"It's alright, I'm excited but, I'm also afraid. I've known you since elementary school and now you're going off to college while I'm heading to Australia." Keoni chuckled and flicked sand at a crab, "I don't think I remember a time when we weren't sharing a wave or two." Keoni hushed his voice a little, "what if I fuck up or something?"

"What? You're not gonna fuck it up," Ikaika said and scurried over toward Keoni. "You're the best surfer on the island, brah. I've seen you do some of the gnarliest things out there."

"Yeah? You've also seen some of my worst falls. They weren't pretty," the horse said and shifted his head away from Ikaika; something on his mind.

The mutt didn't miss it and moved even closer to Keoni and placed a hand around the appaloosa's waist. "Well yeah, there was that one time when you tombstoned. Thank god Buddy was there to pull ya out of the surf. But that wasn't your fault. Don't you remember that cherry-faced lady apologizing?"

Keoni did and it made him chuckle and turn his head back toward the dog, "yeah I do. Man, she wreaked of that coconut stuff dude. I didn't even know golden retrievers could get sunburned."

"I know right? I'm surprised she didn't end up in a hospital with blisters everywhere." Ikaika added with his laughter.

"Ha, I'm just glad I didn't spear her," Keoni said and set his hand down.

However, he didn't feel sand when his fingers squeezed. Instead, he felt the warmth of a different sort. Ikaika gasped as Keoni's larger fingers rubbed his thigh feeling his friends developed muscles. Wordlessly, they remained in that position not sure what to do. That is until Ikaika huffed and reached a hand down to Keoni's wrist. The horse thought he was going to remove his hand but instead, he began to guide it along his leg. Keoni's pulse hastened as he felt the dog's hidden sack against his palm. The dog moaned and pressed brown fingers against his board shorts inviting Keoni to massage his hidden package.

Keoni turned his head to fully look at Ikaika. The mutt's head was faced toward his crotch, eyes wide in what Keoni assumed was disbelief. The light of the flame-kissed the silhouette and gave the mutt a distinct, traced outline; Keoni found the handsome form arousing. Where his hand had been led allowed the obvious tent to arch pointedly away from the dog's crotch. But what interested the horse more was the subtle wag in the mutt's stubby tail.

He began to roll the hidden kukui nuts between his fingers and milked a few cute sounds from his friend. As waves continued to lap the shore the bolder he became with his exploration. He heard the silky material brush against short fur, a lite ruffle that vanished when it stuck to moist, smooth flesh; he found the dog's shaft. Mesmerized, he didn't realize that Ikaika had begun to pull them both down to the sandy bed. The dog laid on his back while Keoni balanced himself on his side. Ikaika's legs spread and allowed Keoni to continue to play with his length before the dog shot a hand forward to stop him.

"I'm, I'm gonna cum if you continue," the mutt half-whispered and whimpered.

"W, wild," was all Keoni thought to say and relinquished the hold.

It made the dog grin, blush hidden beneath fur and the orange light of the fire. Their eyes locked for a moment before Ikaika reached a hand to massage the back of Keoni's neck. Digits were tangled in dirty blond hair as the mutt pulled Keoni's head forward until their lips grazed each other. Their muzzle shapes didn't mesh well but the pair didn't care and made the most of it. Both of their lips parted before hot, slick, surfaces met between them. They moaned and gasped into each other's maws while they made out under the star-filled sky.

Keoni's ears flicked as he heard the rip of velcro and then relief that he didn't even know he needed. Ikaika's fingers pulled the horse's cock out into the open and sandwiched it between their bodies. The mottled, veiny, flesh pulsed whenever Ikaika played with his foreskin, covered tip and caused the appaloosa's hips to jerk. Keoni nickered while their kiss deepened. His tongue guided the broad, canine, muscle into his own letting it shift against the back of his teeth; an intimate spelunking. Ikaika returned the favor in kind and led his tongue into his own maw. It was a foreign sensation to feel the difference in teeth. The horse's meant for crushing and grinding while sharp canines pierced and tore. Keoni focused in on a particularly pointy tooth letting it roll against the top of his sensitive tongue.

The pair's breaths mingled and competed with the humid, cool, air around them. They bathed each other with aroused huffs when their lips parted. Keoni looked over the mutt, his best friend, his pillar through childhood, and felt compelled to give him more. The appaloosa brushed his golden mane from his face and shifted his hips away from Ikaika's grasp. A dollop of pre dribbled from the tip and stretched to the sand below.

Keoni leaned over the dog and massaged his friend's chest, clearing the fur of some sand before his lips descended. Square teeth lightly nipped the dog's chest before his tongue swiped across the salty fur. Ikaika gripped Keoni's head while that swimmer's build rocked like the waves. The horse's tongue found its target, a hardened, hidden, nub that he began to assault with several long lashes.

"Keoni," Ikaika moaned. The dog's hands reached down to his crotch and parted the velcro straps. The glossy, red, cock slid free of confinement and rested heavy on his stomach. "You're like a brother to me, I love ya man."

The horse's ears perked at that, eyes opened and looked into the dogs. He could see the desire, the need.

Keoni shifted downward and turned his larger frame around on all fours. The wispy, salt-encrusted, tail flicked to the side as his tongue reached for the dog's cock. The pink, strong flesh wrapped around it and pulled it between his lips. His long snout allowed him to smoothly descend along the sensitive flesh until his nose could huff and snort against Ikaika's crotch.

The dog's smell cut through the scent of the ocean, the taste coated his tongue like a fine olive oil flavored with musk and masculinity. He heard Ikaika growl and the grip of his hands return to his head. Young, animalistic instinct did not allow this first blow job to go smooth and slow. Keoni sucked and teased the flesh while the mutt's hips began to thrust and fuck his mouth. Watery pre pulsed from the tapered tip and continued to feed his throat while the dog's knot formed behind lips and teeth.

"Keoni, Keoni, I'm gonna, fuck!"

The horse could still taste the flavor of the dog seed on his tongue. It was just as vivid as the feeling of hot, nearly searing, warmth against the roof of his mouth. Ikaika's flesh swelled and throbbed as he hit his peak. The appaloosa leaned against an airplane wall while he looked down at his cellphone. His thumb swiped across the screen while he looked at Ikaika's profile. Various posts showed the dog with familiar faces along with new. The mutt excelled in college and seemed to do as much traveling as he did. Though it was apparent there was a distinct difference between them. Ikaika looked happy in every picture, genuinely happy as he stood in front of monuments and vistas in countries he had been in. Yet, Keoni was never in town long enough to enjoy the sights.

He stopped on the last post.

In the picture was Ikaika along with a heavier tiger. She looked like she had finished a good cry while she hugged the mutt close. A wide grin on his snout while he held up a card that read, "she said yes!"

Keoni smiled and flicked through the photoset which only consisted of one other picture. The card was gone and the tiger was leaned over, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Keoni typed a quick comment congratulating them before the bathroom door unlocked.

He shifted his eyes up to the stranger who walked back to his seat with little regard. A little pack of toiletries in hand like a toothbrush and paste. Keoni stepped into the tight enclosure and locked the door behind. He was glad to find that there were no offensive smells in the air; it was quite the opposite. The faint scent of cologne mingled with mint along with a subtle, familiar, scent. Keoni was no stranger to beating off in an airplane and intended to do the same.

He set his own little satchel of toiletries on the tiny sink and stood in front of the toilet. A low sigh came from his lips when he undid the zipper and freed his bulged boxers. Thumbs tucked beneath the elastic band and began to pull until his long shaft popped free. Eyes closed while he began to work his shaft with haste, much like Ikaika had done all those years ago.

"You leave tomorrow morning?" Ikaika asked once Keoni's mouth was free of the knot.

"Unfortunately," Keoni said.

The mutt grinned and sat up from the sandy ground. Ikaika began to shift on his knees until he was behind Keoni. He pressed his chest against his back and wrapped his arms around the horse's torso. One hand roamed the horse's chest while the other moved down to encircle Keoni's shaft. If the dog's patches were brown against white, one would not be able to discern the difference between their bodies below the waist. Ikaika shifted his hips to brush aside the wispy tail and nestle his firm shaft against Keoni's cleft. The dog slowly rolled his hips and dry-humped while he began to stroke Keoni off.

"It is the beginning of a new life, let's end this chapter with a bang," Ikaika said. "You got such a hot body Keoni, I want to bend you over so bad."

"Then do it," Keoni groaned.

Ikaika's hand on his chest rolled up and lightly encircled Keoni's neck. Fingers pushed at the underside of his snout and lifted it up so that his head could rest on the mutt's shoulder.

"No, right now this is just for you," Ikaika nearly whispered.

The sounds of the dog's strokes hastily became wet as thick dribbles of pre rolled from a purple head. Keoni moaned and closed his eyes, losing himself in the moment, spotted, leopard patterned butt pushed back against Ikaika's crotch. The mutt ground firmer as he felt that cock begin to harden between fingers. Keoni's breathing deepened while moans became grunts of lust. Keoni reached behind him and found Ikaika's ass. His fingers kneaded and squeezed them as the pleasure continued to grow. His large balls began to pull up tight while his sensitive glans were played with.

Keoni's shaft expanded in an instant when fingers tickled the tip. Fingers dug into the spongy surface before they made a hasty retreat behind the literal bell end. He yanked and guided his cock opening toward the toilet bowl before a river of seed shot from the winking opening. Several, powerful, waves of horse spunk dumped itself into the dry bowl, pooling into the grey surface. Each added spurt shifted the liquid white as his body unloaded all it could give in that moment; a pent up load capped with a muffled nicker. Each shot came with a stifled grunt and snort until the sudden burst of climax subsided. He milked himself of the last dregs of seed and began to soften into a strong afterglow.

The hum of the plane's engines brought him back to the present. The glow of relaxation began to melt like snow in the Summer's light. His clean hand turned on the sink and he washed his soiled digits before he moved on with his ritual. He spat the foamy mouth of sudsy goop into the toilet before flushing; only jumping a little at the boisterous and hasty retreat of his fluids.

"Never will get used to that," he said to himself.

The rottweiler met him at the gate despite the fact he had gotten on a later flight. Sometimes, Keoni wondered if the rottweiler was a wizard or witch. A private van whisked them both away, the pair settling in for an hour drive to the coast. Keoni was relieved that the van came with a basket full of goodies. Half of which were gone before they even got onto the highway. First were the oat bars, next were the apples, and now he munched on handfuls of nuts. The rottweiler, however, was on the same stick of jerky chewing it like a piece of gum. The dog had opened the window knowing the scent of it was offensive to the horse.

Sat in relative silence, the pair enjoyed their snacks until the last nut and piece of meat were consumed. Keoni glanced over at the well-dressed canine and saw the black and brown hand move to the window button. However, instead of the glass sealing off the cabin it opened in full. The roar of air grew louder within the vehicle before the rottweiler stuck his head out the window. Keoni's eyes were wide with shock as he watched his manager's tie flop in the swiftly passing air.

"What are you doing!" Keoni said with a deep laugh. The horse reached over to pull the dog back inside but was swiftly thwarted with a wave of the rottie's hand.

Keoni's laugh only grew more boisterous when he saw a line of drool slap across the rear window. The rottweiler pulled himself back into the cabin before rolling up the window. The roar of the wind was silenced by the seal and left the enclosed passenger seats in privacy. The horse heard the dog's pants, his manager sat with a satisfied look on his snout.

"Ahh, that felt good, airing out the ol mouth hole." He teased as the rear sprayer and wiper whined to life. "Sometimes, ya just gotta act on some urges," the rottie said.

Keoni's laugh ended with a chuckle before he said, "apparently. I think that is the strangest thing I've seen you do in a long while."

"This is probably the most stress I've had to handle in a long while," the dog said and relaxed back in his seat. "First time we've had a fully packed year now that we've added snowboarding into the mix."

"Mmm," the horse hummed and leaned against the door, "may as well keep busy you know?"

"Uh-huh," the rottie's inflection indicated a sense of worry, "didn't you mention your friend's getting married? Why don't you take time off? I can cancel that interview and free it up; it is only a tabloid."

"Nah, don't do that. I doubt he'd really remember me at this point. Perhaps, that is just a harsh reality, childhood friends naturally separate."

"Bullshit," the dog said, "I think there is more to it. Are you jealous of him?"

"Jealous, of what?"

"Well I mean, I haven't seen you get with anyone. A young stud like you, I'm sure you have some urges." The dog pulled out his cellphone and swiped through it, "heck I bet you can get any girl out there too."

Keoni huffed, "course I can. I'm just too busy or tired."

The rottie cracked a knowing grin when he found a photo album, "or you're too worried folks won't accept what you really want."

"What do you mean--"

"Please Keoni, I've known you long enough to know you don't swing for women. You hid it well, took a long while to trigger my radar." The dog explained and handed his phone to Keoni. The horse took it and began to look through the photos, eyes widened at what he found. "Visited a few friends on the trip back, flew in their custom jet too. But of course, that wasn't the only thing we did."

The horse was silent while he flicked through the photos. It was a series of events that started tastefully. The rottweiler and a thin, lanky, leopard sat in leather chairs while glasses of champagne were clenched between fingers. Keoni didn't recognize the leopard but in the next photo, he recognized the crocodile. Damian Kurtis, one of the most prolific action photographer's around. Keoni was a fan of his work but like him, he had a busy schedule and wasn't available to do a shoot without a two-year notice. Yet there he was with an arm around the rottie's shoulder.

"I didn't know Damian was in town," Keoni said.

The rottie chuckled, "yeah neither did I until I got a text from him. He was on vacation and was headed in our direction. We have had a long relationship going, nothing serious when it comes to personal, mutual enjoyment."

"What, sipping champagne?" Keoni teased before he continued to scroll through.

What the horse found instead was the dog between Damian and the unknown leopard. However, the rottweiler's head was turned toward the cat, their lips pressed together while their tongues mingled between their fangs. Keoni figured Damian had set up a tripod and had the phone to automatically capture the trio. The next photo involved Damian as well who had turned to press against the rottie's back. Thick arms wrapped over the dog's expensive suit and kept his arms locked in position while the leopard nibbled at the dog's neck.

Keoni scrolled further through the images, nudged on by the rottweiler's elbow. The next picture revealed a side to the rottweiler the horse hadn't seen before. Arms locked off by the croc while his boxers tented through the opening of his slacks. The leopard's fingers were tucked beneath the elastic and in the motion of descent. Before Keoni could swipe further, the rottweiler brought his hand up and over the screen.

"I think you get the point," he said and chuckled taking back his phone, "it's alright to be, you know, gay. Ya just gotta be a little discrete about it." The dog slid his phone into a jacket pocket and then relaxed with an arm over Keoni's shoulder, "one day, it'll be easier to be open about it; just not today. Well, unless you want your sexuality to be your entire identity and brand?"

Keoni rumbled, "nah, that doesn't sound like my style." The horse huffed and leaned into the rottweiler's side, "I'd prefer, well I mean, I guess I should get past the fear of being found out. If it happens it happens, I shouldn't keep holding myself back. I don't like the idea of making my sexuality a novelty product; I just want to be seen like everyone else."

"Glad to hear that!" The dog said and gave the horse's shoulder a squeeze. "Take a nap, we should be at the hotel in an hour." The dog brought his arm back to himself, "oh and let me spin an image in your head. Picture the hottest man you can think of and then add 800 pounds of fat rolls, squatting over your face and--"

"God, gaaah, stop!" Keoni grimaced and flailed, "why?"

"You're dressed down your right leg," the dog chuckled while his tail flicked against the cushion.

Keoni stared wide eyed at the dog before down at his own crotch. Legs clenched together and hands dropped to conceal his endowment in embarrassment.

"Tsk, I'm not anymore, thanks," Keoni snorted.

At the hotel within a rented out ballroom worked one lad with fur whiter than the snowiest landscapes in Norweigh. Pink was the tongue that stuck out between his lips while they adjusted a c-stand. The modeling light of several flash heads illuminated a scene carefully and thoughtfully arranged. A bit of sand overtop heavy cloth while a matte painting of a distant ocean sat behind it all.

Yancy's heart throbbed in his chest partially from anxiety but also frustration when he looked back at the set. Gingerly they stepped toward a fake palm tree and adjusted it the faintest amount before taking a step back and adjusting it again. This continued until the doors to the hall burst open. The angora's fur fluffed, poofier than before, and turned to look at who entered.

The agent stepped in, Russell, and beamed at the cat, "I'm sorry we are late!" The dog strolled confidently to the lithe figure and patted their shoulder. Their hands met and shook, "got a firm grip on ya. A sign of confidence! Keoni will be here shortly." The rottweiler released Yancy's mit and again patted the cat's shoulder.

"Hey, uh, well; I don't mind waiting here. This resort is bad ass, oops, excuse me." Yancy recoiled at the curse.

The rottweiler turned his head and looked stern just for a moment. But, Russell flung his arm over the cat's shoulder and pulled him in tight; laughing.

"You're damn right. It's fucking bad ass init. This might be business, but it is just as much about a short vacation before off to the blistering cold we go," the dog added, "ahh, yes, business. I just have some small rules for this photoshoot. You're allowed to take as many or as little pictures you want. It can be anything you both are comfortable with; just make sure you give me something to work with. Well work with the magazine printers. When you are finished, you'll turn over the SD card and I'll sort through what ya got. I'll then send you the pics to edit in your style and we'll go from there." Russell spoke quickly while practically pulling the cat around the room while they inspected everything. "Oh and of course you will get a chance to take photos out in the water during the charity event; hope you know how to swim. Later tonight, Charlie, our article writer, will want to interview you. Welcome to a little taste of what it is like in the big leagues kid." Russell finished his statement with a firm pat to the cat's back. "Any questions?"

"Uh," Yancy had questions but they were too scrambled by the noise. "N, no?"

"Great!" Russell barked, "you'll do great kid. Just, ya know do what you do best and go from there! One thing about working with a horse is they can sense when something's off. Deep breaths and just do you, man; a bad ass. Congratulations on winning the contest!"

Russell strutted off to a back door that led to a staff hall and with a clatter of metal latches he was gone. Yancy barely had time to register what exactly happened before a second voice ruffled his fur once more.

"He's a bit of a whirling dervish, ya get used to it after a while," Keoni said to Yancy.

The cat spun around and was met with the appaloosa for the first time. Dressed in a tank that tapered with his relatively thin frame. A pair of board shorts hung loose from a narrow waist and just tickled the tops of his knees. Keoni had their eyes averted while scratching a spot hidden within their blonde mane. Yancy's gaze darted toward the defined forearms then down to the biceps and triceps. The light, blonde, tuft of fur hidden in the cavern of an arm pit; the horse was beyond expectations.

The angora's tail flicked while they felt inspiration grow within their body but wondered why Keoni had adopted a more reserved stance than he expected.

"You both are," were the first words Yancy thought to say. "I didn't even hear you come in! Oh, right!" The cat took a step forward and extended a hand, "Yancy, but I go by Caleb, my middle name."

Keoni did some side long glances at the shorter male in front of him. He wasn't dressed like the other photographer's he had seen in his life. Charcoal skate shorts hung just below the knees while a band t-shirt with some indecipherable graphics hung from their shoulders. The fluff of their head fur was concealed beneath a knit beanie; frayed holes allowed those ears to poke free. The stark contrast between snowy fur and the black dress worked well for the lad. However, there was one thing Keoni noticed that did not belong and he moved to remedy it.

The horse's red brown hand moved to Yancy's but did not accept the shake. Instead, his fingers landed on the back of theirs and forced that palm closed into a fist.

He then fist bumped the cat, "I'm not one to enjoy formalities. Makes me nervous," Keoni offered the explanation and then turned to look at the set. "Tsk, they went all out on this set; almost looks like the real thing."

Yancy stood bewildered before a cheshire grin began forming across his snout, "yeah, they sort of gave me the props and I spent the morning setting it up how I wanted."

Keoni's ears perked at that, "you mean ya added the sand as well? Usually folks never bother to play with that." The horse chuffed a short laugh, "they put up the background and set me in front of it to pose. Clinical and shit ya know?"

"Guess that is why my picture caught your eye, I don't usually shoot in a studio; most of this is new to me." Yancy explained while he connected a tether to his camera. "Hey, mind doing me a solid and stand at the center. Gotta make an adjustment to compensate for the brightness of your clothes."

"New to you," Keoni asked and moved to the center of the set; planting his hooves in the soft sand. "You feel more comfortable on location? Street photography style?"

The flash bulbs popped and caused the horse's tail to flick, not prepared to see spots in his eyes. "Sorry, my finger slipped."

"That's alright," Keoni smiled and shook off the blind spot at the center of his vision.

"But yeah, I prefer getting down and dirty, you know. Up close'n personal." Yancy said and lifted the viewfinder to his eye, "turn your snout toward me just a bit more, perfect."

The flash popped again and this time Keoni was pleased to find he could see after the picture had been taken. Not to mention, he glanced over at the laptop only to find his face on the screen. It was a tight headshot, the light just kissed the side of his face and offered a defining line of brightness to his softly lit face; it looked like he was out in the sun. It brought out the color of his fur and eyes.

"Impressive, looks like you already did the post processing work," Keoni complimented.

The cat flashed a wide grin, "I don't know how others do it; but I try to get all of my settings right the first time. Look off in that direction, good," Yancy knelt and aimed his camera up before taking a snap, "makes my job easier and faster to get to the clients; you know?"

Keoni nodded his head, "makes sense to me bruh," then he looked at the picture and said, "let's take that one again."

"Sure," the cat said and went quiet when Keoni pulled the bottom of his shirt up. He feigned wiping the side of his snout with it and flexed his abdominal muscles for the camera. "Uh, hmm, turn your head into your palm a little more," he said before taking a few pictures; one horizontal and the other vertical.

Keoni let his shirt drop back in front of him and glanced down at Yancy. He couldn't tell for certain, through the bright lights, if Yancy's cheeks had developed a shade of pink. It was just a trick of the light as far as Keoni knew. The angora kitty stood and walked over to a pile of props.

"Damn, man, those are some great shots. Almost looks like I'm at the beach. Ya sure you haven't done studio work before," Keoni teased.

Yancy smirked and chuffed, "I'm sure," he said and picked up a short board without the fins. He stepped onto the set and took a moment to stretch, "ma and pops wanted me to learn studio work. They figure there is more money in high fashion photography."

Yancy took a moment to set the board down onto the sand on set. Positioning it just right for the next few shots. Keoni's eyes wandered over Yancy's body. That tail with short fur near the base and longer, fluffier fur at the tip; it didn't fit the overall appearance. It was elegantly trimmed much like the rest of the fur he could see; he cared about his looks. The cat stood up and stretched once again and Keoni noticed something about those tight jeans; they were tighter. A clear bulge pushed out against the denim fabric.

"Something must have aroused him," Keoni thought.

"I said, no, of course, just not my style. Heck, I even got a job to pay for my own equipment," Yancy added.

"Isn't that what everyone does," Keoni said with a tilt of his head. "I mean work to get what they desire?"

"Yeah, well, not me for a while," the angora said and dragged a step ladder closer to the set. "I was one of those, trust fund, kids, I didn't need to work a day in my life thanks to mom and dad. But, I wanted something my own so I worked for it, like everyone else. Plus, it made my parents get bent out of shape. Have a seat man," the cat gestured to the board, "there money, there rules. Can't tell me what I can and can't do if I'm self sufficient you know?"

"Tsk, makes sense to me," Keoni said while he took a seat on the board. He bent his legs and planted his feet in a wide spread. Back curled as he rested his torso on the tops of knees, "I guess, I never really knew that situation. I just won a few competitions and caught the attention of an agency and some sponsors. Things sort of went from there; hell I didn't even finish high school."

"Me neither," Yancy said and laid on his belly in front of Keoni. The glint of the lens was focused between the horse's legs and pointed up at the horse's face. Keoni looked down at it when the flash popped once. "I got through my freshmen year and never went back. Drop one of your hands down between your legs please? Awesome, just like that. I love folks who take direction easily," Yancy said and popped another snap. "I just didn't see the point in it all, do you know they don't teach kids how to save money or write a check. Not to mention, no applicable skills that translate to jobs."

Yancy took a few more pictures before he set the camera down and accidentally took another photo. Keoni's ears flicked at it and glanced at the screen. His crotch was perfectly framed and in detail. Through the thin fabric, the light accentuated the subtle curves of his balls and cock hidden beneath.

"Woops," Keoni teased and made the cat chuckle as well. "Hope Russell doesn't get the wrong idea."

"Yeah," Yancy continued to snicker, ears lowered against the beanie. "Ahh well, shit happens," he said and looked at his watch. The cat walked over to his bag and grabbed a couple bottles of water. "Think fast," he shouted and chucked a bottle toward Keoni.

The horse gasped, but caught the bottle, whickering in relief, "warn a horse. I was about to kick sand everywhere."

"Uh oh, is it true even anthro horses are flighty," Yancy smirked and opened his bottle to take a swig from it. "Take off yer shirt and get your mane wet, I wanna get a top down shot of you. Probably won't be able to do this tomorrow."

Keoni smirked, "oh yeah, gonna sell the illusion of just getting out of the surf?"

"That's the plan!"

Keoni smirked and reached down to pull off his tee in full. The white and chocolate brown fur was exposed to the room; muscles flexed as he twisted to chuck it out of the line of sight. He pulled some of his mane forward before he cracked the bottle and dumped the contents over his head.

He snorted, "oof cold." Keoni snorted and sucked in breath before he emptied the rest of the water over the sun-touched, blonde mane. He let it dribble down on his chest before he shook his head and flicked his hair back. He took some of the sand around him and rubbed it into his damp fur, snout, hair and shorts before he laid back. Head rested on his arms before his eyes glanced up and focused on Yancy.

The cat stood at the top of the ladder, frozen and staring down at Keoni. The light that bounced up from the set and onto his body confirmed Keoni's suspicions, the cat was indeed blushing. Keoni felt a pulse of blood rush through his loins knowing the cat admired him in more ways than just taking photos.

"Hmm, this looks like a good position?" Keoni said, "I can change if you need it."

"No, no, that is perfect. Just pretend like you have just surfed the best wave of your life and you're basking in the afterglow," the cat directed.

Keoni nodded and began to slip into what sort of mindset that would feel like. He filled his free palm with sand and lazily allowed it to slide from a loose fist. His head turned to watch the grains as his mind wandered; wandered back to the time when he was still in Hawaii. Through the falling grains he could see Ikaika sitting there, staring out to the ocean. The mutt's tail carved an arch in the sand, his board laid down next to him.

Flash.

The strobe fired and illuminated Ikaika's body. Though it wasn't the mutt sitting beside him. Instead it was a snowy body, lithe, fur crusted in fine crystals of salt water. Yancy had a hopeful and determined look on his face as he looked forward toward the horizon.

Flash.

Keoni's fist drained the last of the sand grain from his grasp and brought both hands behind his head. One of his legs curled up along the fiberglass surface while he stared up at the ceiling.

Flash.

Yancy was there, over him, dripping in salt water. A wide grin on his face. Cold hands cupped the bottom of his chin and maneuvered that chocolate snout up to meet lip to lip. A soft kiss, not one fueled in lust but just love for him.

"I think we are good to go," Yancy's voice broke the fantasy.

"Oh? Already," Keoni smirked and sighed as he curled his body to sit up.

"Yeah, must have been a very good ride," Yancy flashed a cheshire grin. "You're pitching a tent."

Keoni's eyes widened and looked down at his shorts which had filled with a semi-firm length. "Shit, I'm sorry dude. It's got a mind of its own."

Yancy chuckled and moved to his laptop to make sure the images were saved correctly. The horse stood and brushed the sand off his body and walked over to where the cat had planted himself. A hand fell on their shoulder and he felt the cat tense but relax after a moment.

"These look awesome," Yancy exclaimed and looked up at Keoni. "Guess I was inspired this time, round."

"Lucky for you, you got a good subject to photograph," Keoni sarcastically grinned.

"Uh huh, you're pushing your luck there lunk," Yancy's ears splayed while he gave a goofball smile. "What do you have planned after this?"

"Uhh, lets see," Keoni stood up straight and released the cat's shoulder. "Shower and a nap, then nothing after that. You?"

"Processing, dinner and then bed for tomorrow's call time," Yancy's tail flicked.

Keoni was quiet for a moment before he said, "well say, why don't you swing by the suite later before dinner. I really like your portrait work, wouldn't mind getting a few for social media. I'll order room service as payment," the horse added.

"Oh? Sure, sign me up. Shouldn't take too long to break everything down and work a bit; dinner sounds nice," Yancy nodded.

"Excellent, see you around six?" Keoni said and moved to grab his shirt. He used it to dry his mane before he began to walk to the same door Russell had gone through earlier.

"Six sounds fine! I'll see you then," Yancy agreed.

"Great, see you then," Keoni smirked and moved through the door.

Yancy was left alone and the cat immediately sighed in great relief. His hand fell to his crotch and adjusted the lump of his prick down one of his jean's legs. He could smell his own arousal wafting from his crotch and was quietly happy Keoni hadn't noticed.

"Christ, pull yourself together," he said.

"Hey Caleb," Russell's voice came from the shadows of the ballroom.

Yancy's fur spiked and he swiveled around to face the dog, "christ alive, I didn't hear you come in. How many photographers do you give heart attacks to?"

Russell chuckled and stepped into the light of the set, "only one, but that was a special case. Apparently, he saw a shark in the water and that was the straw that broke his back. Well at least the last bit of stress his heart could handle that day."

Yancy's face expressed an unsure look, "it was a rhetorical joke."

"I know, I know, but it is also a genuine question for you. You're okay with sharks in the water right?" Russell asked and looked over the set.

"Uh, yeah sure, I think so. I probably won't notice them unless they take a chunk out of my body," the cat answered thoughtfully.

"Good good, how'd the session go?"

Russell seemed to want to ask another question but was dancing around it.

"It went well, um, I got the card here if you'd like to take a look at the pictures," Yancy pointed toward his laptop.

"Nah, nah, that won't be necessary. I hate staged photographs anyway, what did you think of Keoni? Y'all work well together?" The rottweiler said and moved to stand beside the cat. "Easy to direct?"

"Oh, oh! Yes, he was a dream to work with. He sort of just goes on autopilot. Everything he does just makes him look handsome," Yancy paused, "no, handsome is the best way to describe him."

"Ha! You should see him when he's goofing off," Russell said and tilted his head. Rusty, red-eyes looked over the photos on the laptop. "You got a good eye, you'll be perfect out on the water. What do you have planned for the rest of the day?"

Yancy took a moment to think, unsure of what to reveal, "well, after this I'd like to spend time working on these photos; as a warm up. Even if these aren't going to be used in the magazine; I'd like to offer them to you both for social media," Yancy spoke truly. "Keoni asked for me to drop by his room for some other social media pictures," he added.

Russell rubbed the bottom of his chin, "hmm, well shit, you're acting like your part of the team!" The rottweiler dropped his hand on Yancy's shoulder. "Though, you gotta dress up a little; make it look professional but also casual." Russell released the lad and stepped away with his arms crossed. "What else are you thinking about doing, after, all of this?"

"Well, I was working on releasing a skater documentary; just a little something I wanted to make. But after that, probably just continue doing odd jobs around town." Yancy's whisker's perked when he watched Russell begin to clean the set; the cat joined him.

Russell grunted and huffed when he picked up the weighted, fake palm tree, "rruhh, these feel heavier and heavier by the day. Now when you say odd jobs, you mean more photography?"

The rottie waddled under the weight, plopping the palm into a case. Yancy's tail swayed while he collected the surfboard and shuffled some sand off the carpet and onto the containing tarp.

"Yes and no, photography doesn't pay the bills; least not the sort of photos that I like. After I dropped out of school I took an apprenticeship as a welder," the cat said.

"Oh," Russell barked, "I never would have pegged you as a physical sort; too pretty, no offense I'm just an old dog."

"None taken, I've taken a liking to it. It's procedural and balances the creativity," Yancy said with a chuckle, then added, "metal oil does a number on my fur."

"I'd assume so. Your body is like my whites; a stain magnet. You slip em on in the morning and by the afternoon they become this off white shit." Russell chuckled, "good times."

"You were a squid?" Yancy paused buckling down the case that held the board. "I couldn't summon the courage to enlist."

"Ahh yes, a squid and a rotorhead, fun times; tough times. You would have done well; though I think you'd look like a white blob with eyes if you were in whites. An anti-shadow on the deck, ha!" Russell laughed and waited near the edge of the tarp on set.

Yancy walked opposite to him and they both worked in tandem. They coaxed the sand to the center of the tarp until they were able to touch corners. They walked toward each other until Yancy was able to take the corners Russell held. The cat noticed the dog's nose twitch in their proximity.

"Anti-shadow, what a strange image. Least I got natural camouflage or a defense mechanism in the bright sun; I blind my enemies!" Yancy grinned.

"Well, to be fair, isn't that what photographers do? With your strobes and what not? Makes it easy to hide things hmm," Russell added with a toothy grin; it made the cat's ears tuck and blush return. "I'm just kidding with you," the dog said, "I'll finish up here, you still got an interview to do."

"Oh, oh right! Where should I go?"

"Out the door and hang a right. Look for the alpaca, that's Chuck. He's difficult to miss," Russell said and brought his hands up to his neck and spread them upward a hyperbolic amount.

The cat laughed, "I see. Hope there isn't a giraffe wandering the lobby." Yancy noticed the dog's tail swung pendulously over his slacks. "Adorable," he thought and then said, "Thanks Russell, I'm stoked for tomorrow!"

"Excellent," the rottie replied as the cat approached the door, "get a good rest in!"

"I will," Yancy said before he entered the sun lit halls of the luxury resort.

Russell snickered and continued to clean until the staff door opened and a coyote poked their sandy brown head in.

"Pedro," the dog's tail swayed faster.

The coyote stepped in fully and looked around, ears flicked about cautiously before the lithe 'yote pranced to Russell.

"Huele a gata en celo. Oh, right," the coyote switched to a broken english. "I forget you don't speak Español," the coyote hugged Russell.

The rottweiler snickered and nuzzled the side of Pedro's snout. One of their hands moved down to grip Pedro's butt through their uniform.

"Sólo conozco lo suficiente para sacarte de esos cortos que tienes puestos," Russell whispered and boldly unclasped the button just above that coyote's enthusiastically, wagging tail.

The picturesque sight framed by massive windows had glowed with golden light that had become a rich orange. The landscape that featured the very beach Yancy and Keoni would brave in the morning shimmered with golden ribbons. The clouds high above the horizon would flash a brilliant, saturated red before it dissolved into the blue hour of twilight.

Yancy yawned and moved to the window to draw the curtains on the show he was gifted before he sat down in front of his laptop. The pictures he had taken earlier that day had all been edited and corrected, saved into a thumb drive that sat idle next to the screen.

The cat's fur had been washed, dried, and brushed to its natural, fluffy state. The fur on his head was combed forward; the soft curls allowed strands to tickle his forehead. A tank top blended in with his fur cut by the black shorts that hugged his waist.

"Man I'm hungry," Yancy said to the room and leaned back in his chair. "Maybe I can go up to the room early."

He looked at his phone and reminded himself of the room number before he stood and collected his things; almost forgetting the key card. A short walk and an elevator ride soon placed himself in front of Keoni's door. There was a moment of hesitation before his fist raised and knocked on the door. He waited for a long moment until that door opened. Yancy's eyes widened in shock at what presented itself.

Keoni's mug was slathered in a sticky, clay-like substance while his mane was clumped and banded together; in short, a mess. The horse's eyes were wide as well and they were at odds to be thankful for the mask that coated his muzzle.

"Uh, hi," the horse squeaked out before the door shut firm.

The cat was beside himself.

However, his thoughts of ruining the session was hastily stifled when the door opened in full and revealed the extent of Keoni's dishevelment. Naked, save for a towel that he hastily attempted to conceal his loins with, but coated in a thick layer of the clay. A heavy, earthen scent flooded over the cat's nose laced with the scent of musk and hibiscus.

"I didn't expect to see you this early, come in quick, it's cold in the halls," the appaloosa encouraged the cat.

"Oh, wow, yeah," Yancy skittered in and allowed the horse to close the door. He turned to look at Keoni and was greeted by the naked backside of the horse. Although coated in earth, it smoothed out his figure. The angora felt the blood rush from his head; swiftly heading south. "I bet it is worse with, whatever this is; a behind the scenes exclusive."

"Eh, yeah, urm yeah, please don't photograph this," Keoni said with a nervous chuckle and shuffled down the hall.

Yancy nodded and trailed behind the horse and into the suite. The hall opened up to a grand, warm, common area and was a vast contrast to the dim hall they were just in. The cat's eyes noticed a hoof trail of mud on the hardwood floors that led to another part of the penthouse suite. As he followed the trail he was greeted by Keoni's body once again. The towel was still scrunched in front of his groin, but Yancy caught a side view of those mud coated eggs that swung between meaty thighs. Not to mention, he also got to see those perfect cheeks and heavily sagged tail once again; it nearly made him faint.

"I'll be right back, feel free to help yourself to anything on the kitchen counter. Just don't snag things from the bar, $50 per can of peanuts." Keoni's voice bellowed through the suite.

Disoriented.

It was the best way to describe the feeling within the cat. Ears were pert and darted every which way; familiarity lost. What he expected was a hotel room, but what he found himself in was akin to an apartment his parents owned; it caught him off guard in the familiar yet unfamiliar environment. This combined with the accosting of information and his lust knocked the cat off kilter.

Yancy walked cautiously as if every corner held an enemy; an instinctually irrational thought. Camera and gear set on quartz counters, the kitchen's surface held numerous bits and pieces. Yancy looked at the collection of items, two cans of rolled oats, a box of fibrous looking bars mixed with more clusters of oats, the sink held used plates with a sauce stain on their ivory surface; he sniffed it. Vegetal, the scent itself smelled expensive and luxurious; as if he didn't deserve to smell it.

The item he sought, however, came into his line of sight. A glass bottle filled with an amber liquid. Crystal cut glass sat beside a bottle of scotch lit by lights embedded into the countertop. Yancy took that glass and hastily poured himself some liquor; a smokey and slightly barnyard scent wafted from the glass. The cat didn't care and sipped the liquid and then gulped some more. An overbearing smokiness coated the insides of his mouth before it transitioned to that hay and vegetable taste. A hint of vanilla helped balance it all out, a subtle sweetness.

A burn in his throat and stomach warmed his body as the high proof was absorbed by an empty stomach. Although his nerves were calmed, his cock failed to deflate beneath his shorts. He looked down at the obscene bulge and regretted freeballing this night. A clear outline of an uncut length pressed down toward an open cuff; if he sat down his length would surely reveal itself.

"Pull it together Caleb," he thought while he topped off his glass and sighed.

Yancy wandered around the suite a moment and paused when he reached the dual set of drying mud prints. Pink nose twitched while his snout scrunched into a soured expression. Lacking direction, he soon made his own, searching the closets for a broom. However, there were none to be found in his area. Curiously, he followed the trail into the hall. At the end of the hall was a bathroom. The sound of a shower could be heard at the mouth of the cave; the air warmer than the rest of the suite and humid.

Just at the edge of the bathroom door was a broom and dust pan; his tail lashed with excitement. Yancy began the approach until something moved past the ajar door. Keoni moved by it, towel wrapped around his head as he scrunched his mane dry. But what the cat noticed most was Keoni's pink shaft swaying above white and brown balls. It gave the cat a glimpse of what he had only fantasized about.

He froze in place as that singular image was burned into his memory like an old television that held on one shot too long. The angora felt a rush again and then a tipping sensation. Luckily the walls were tight and he caught himself on his arm, though, it was at the cost of some spilled scotch.

Keoni heard it and poked his head through the door. The horse's ears were perked and alert; eyes focused on the cat. The angora breathed heavily while he leaned against the wall and the horse stepped out, nose flared. The spilled scotch's scent filled the hall and led the horse to wonder.

"Ahh geez, you mustn't be the type to hold their liquor," Keoni said with a hint of bemusement. "Or you need something in your belly," Keoni added.

"Wah?" Yancy managed to utter just before he felt Keoni's arm wrap around his body.

The cat's pupils dilated in excitement as the appaloosa maneuvered the cat's arm over his shoulders. It had only been seconds, yet it felt like an aeon. Keoni's body continued to radiate the heat from the shower as well as their own natural warmth. A firm grip wrapped his wrist as the horse kept the cat anchored over his shoulders. The pair walked out together and into the common room, the horse depositing the cat on a leather couch.

"You alright," Keoni asked and gazed down at the cat. "I never would have pegged you as a lightweight."

"Uh, oh," Yancy was at a loss for words.

Keoni stood in front of him in nearly all of his glory. The chocolate dipped torso looked like the horse wore some risque, up fashion sweater with attached gloves of silky fur. His chest split between brown and off-white fur splotched with patches of chocolate made it look like their creator got sloppy with their dip. A pair of red briefs snugged the heavy sack tight to their body, the obvious outline of the twin eggs and uncut length easy to make out in the fabric. The horse's hands rested on his waist and completed the slick, athletic build.

"I, I just got dizzy is all, I'm not drunk," Yancy attempted to clarify with a heavy blush on his face. "Just, got caught up in the moment; I didn't expect this." The cat gestured with his hands at the suite.

Oblivious, the horse looked around at the surroundings before snorting, "you get used to it." Keoni's ears flicked, "though this is a little more lavished than normal." The appaloosa thumbed his chin before he continued, "I'm just glad I'm not dealing with a drunk cat." The appaloosa looked around and found a black billfold menu and handed it to Yancy. "Here, pick something you want, let's get some food in you before you continue imbibing."

"Thanks," Yancy said and leaned forward to set his glass down before taking the offered menu. He looked through it a moment before splaying his ears, "its so expensive."

"You get used to that too, truth be told, hotels love to comp our meals and rooms; surf competitions usually draws people and boosts businesses." Keoni said matter fact, "just, don't order the most expensive item on the menu."

Yancy thumbed through the menu while Keoni vanished into the bathroom area. He returned with a wide, oval brush and a little baggy of rubber bands; he also had his phone in hand. With little hesitation, the horse dropped his body next to Yancy despite the abundance of space. It made those triangular ears flick and whiskers perk.

"Have you decided," Keoni asked and began to comb his mane.

The cat rumbled in though, "I think so." Yancy pointed at an item and Keoni glanced over.

The horse's lips curled and exposed the boxy teeth beneath, "quesadillas? Out of all of that, you go with the least expensive?"

The cat shrunk into his shoulders, "what can I say, I know what I like and don't feel like being adventurous. Not to mention I can't pronounce ninety percent of the items on this menu," he added with an apologetic and toothy smile.

Keoni giggled and grunted as he combed out a knot from his mane, "not a jab at you. Those are my favorite things to get, though," the horse grunted again as the brush caught. "If you're feeling a little adventurous, I usually ask to add some shrimp to it. Grilled, these guys use an actual wood fired grill. It is delicious," the horse added.

Yancy gasped, "oh, that does sound good. I haven't had a good quesadilla in a while."

Keoni flashed a smile and continued on combing out his blonde mane, "I only insist that we get the chips with 5 pepper salsa as well." Keoni finished combing and began to fire off a text message.

"Ahh, do you think we can get something milder? Me and spicy don't mix real well," Yancy said.

"Sure Caleb," the horse replied and tapped a thumb to the phone, "shouldn't be too long until it gets up here."

"Oh yeah? Wanna take some pictures while we wait?"

"Maybe, a little later. I'd like to get something done first," the horse said and ran his hands through his mane.

The cat nodded and leaned forward to grab his glass of scotch. He began to sip it before he asked, "oh yeah, what were you thinking?"

"Glad you asked, you could help with this. My mane," he flicked the thick, wirey, hair, "has gotten longer. On my home island, natives don't cut their hair; well at least shorter. Last competition, the locks got in the way a few times and I was looking for a way to keep it out of my eyes tomorrow. Plus, I read an article that I looked like a kelpie coming out of the ocean," Keoni chuckled, "so I decided to try and braid it. A running braid."

"A running braid? I could do you one better than that," Yancy grinned. "My little sister used to ask me to braid her hair, she always wanted to do french braids; so I learned how to do it for her," the cat explained.

"Oh yeah? What a nice brother, I was a single child," he said and thought to himself, "as far as I know." He then continued to speak, "I'm willing to give it a try if you're willing to do it."

"Of course I am, it would be an honor my fair maiden," Yancy teased with an elbow to Keoni's side.

"Ha," Keoni laughed and rubbed his arm, "fair maiden? What am I, the princess of the waves?" He huffed a laugh, "what would be easier for you, sitting in front or at your side?"

The cat hummed and looked around the common area; not finding anywhere satisfactory. "Uh, here move the table out and plop yourself between my legs."

"That's a bit forward, don't you think," Keoni said with a deadpan tone.

Yancy's fur ruffled, "ah, hmm, phrasing."

Keoni laughed, "I'm kidding." The horse stood and stretched the arch of his back.

It was at this moment that he became aware of Keoni's state of undress. Only in his underwear that barely left anything to the imagination. When Keoni turned away from him and knelt before sitting back, Yancy was given a clearer view of that backside. The chocolate pattern at Keoni's back extended to the tail base while the off white and creamy fur wrapped around to fill in the gaps. Soon the blonde mane was presented to him and Yancy found his hands drawn to the thick hair.

"Oh wow, the strands are thicker than I thought they'd be," he commented and rubbed his fingers deeper into the warm hair.

Keoni nickered when Yancy's fingers massaged his scalp, "I take it this is your first time?"

"Yeppers," Yancy replied and used his fingers to start portioning out some of the mane. "But, I doubt it'll be harder to braid than my sister. Though, I'm gonna warn ya, this might hurt a little for your first time."

The horse chuffed, "you're just full of easy innuendo. Don't worry big boy, I can take it."

Yancy chuckled while the lack of confidence began to wash away, "you better be able to take it. I don't wanna hear ya whining." The cat curled his fingers in the mane and used it to rock Keoni's head.

"Ha, yes Sir, not a peep Sir," Keoni jabbed back.

"Oh god, anything but that, reminds me of my dad," the cat said and began to braid Keoni's mane.

The pair sat there while Yancy fingers worked through the long locks. That herringbone pattern began to form tight to Keoni's head and despite the pressure, the horse found himself enjoying the process. Though as it continued, Keoni began to smell something familiar. It was a scent he had caught a whiff of earlier during the photoshoot. Musky and unique, he knew what it was; arousal.

His ears flicked as he knew for certain that what he planned might end up going the way he wanted, "this isn't half bad."

"No, it isn't. I still got it, we'll see how you feel in the morning," Yancy chuckled and paused to take another sip of scotch. "But I'm not familiar with horse anatomy, maybe you got thicker skin than cats."

"Maybe," Keoni agreed, "wanna find out?"

"What was that," Yancy asked.

"Nothing nothing," the horse giggled and began to lean his head forward to expose more of his mane.

He also caught a boost of the scent, Yancy's arousal. Keoni thought to himself, "this kid is into me, maybe I can have a little fun before the competition tomorrow. Would that be too forward, yeah it would, gotta take it slow."

"There we go," Yancy said and brought Keoni out of his thoughts. The sound of a rubber band tying off the braid was the last indication. "That should keep your mane out of your eyes," he said and leaned forward on his elbows.

Keoni tilted his head side to side and felt the slight tug of the braid along his neck pull and loosen. The pressure evened out after a short while and became more and more comfortable. The horse then tilted his long snout to face Yancy, eye to eye.

"How does it look," the horse asked.

Yancy's cheeks were a near permanent pink at this moment, "very handsome," he said quietly.

Keoni smirked and brought a hand up to tangle in the fur along Yancy's nape. He felt some resistance at first but then the cat allowed Keoni to guide their head down. The horse didn't stop until he felt Yancy's lips press against his own.

"Too forward, what are you doing," Keoni thought as he continued to pull Yancy's lips closer to his own. "Too--"

It was a light kiss to start while the horse moved his head to an angle that worked with their position and differences in snouts. Like a puzzle piece, when they found the right position; they kissed deeper.

They worked in tandem, sucking face for a moment before the cat slipped their raspy tongue between Keoni's lips. They played against each other dancing a dance in the shadows of their maws; an intimate act. When they pulled away, their eyes met for a long moment.

Keoni smirked, seeing those cat eyes burning with desire; pupil's wide like a cat on the hunt, "you're handsome too."

"C, Christ, is this real," Yancy said between heavy breaths.

"No, you're just dreaming," Keoni said and turned to face Yancy. He reached for the bit of braid that was free of his mane and pulled it over his shoulder. The horse looked at his blonde mane braided respectfully by the cat. "You really are good with your fingers," Keoni gave a teasing smirk at the cat.

"Now who is filled with the easy innuendo?" Yancy smirked and kept his legs spread.

Keoni looked down at the cat's groin and could see their length down one of their short legs. A smear of dampness lined the inner thigh and like muddy hoofprints, led to a glimpse of the purple cock head. The cat's shaft was firm and looked ready to explode.

"Mmm you caught me," Keoni smiled and brought his hand to feel Yancy's shaft.

The heat radiated into his palm as fingers pulled that leg cuff further along the thigh. More of Yancy's pink, uncut length revealed itself. Yancy bit his lip when Keoni's head lowered until that long tongue could curl around the head. He heard the cat begin to purr and mewl as thick lips captured the tip. Keoni's tongue swiped beneath the foreskin and collected the pre that accumulated beneath. He nearly jumped when Yancy's hands shot to his skull and held his head in place.

"F, fuck," the cat shuddered.

The horse felt a wave of thick, hot, bitter seed jettison into his long snout. The horse nickered and sucked firmly as Yancy's hips danced. He lost count of the amount of ropes he felt spray into his maw,the appaloosa's face became a shade darker; flattered and aroused. He swallowed some of the cat's spunk but kept some in his own mouth.

Yancy huffed and looked mortified, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I, fuck--"

Keoni placed a finger on Yancy's lips and pulled it away to replace it with his lips. The horse kissed the cat and pushed his strong tongue into the cat's maw. Cupped within he dexterous muscle was some of the load he had been given. Both of their maws soon were smeared with the peppery tingle of seed at the back of their throats. The horse brushed the top of his tongue against the cat's pointed teeth, raking the last dregs of that seed off the surface.

When they parted lips again, Yancy was left even more breathless. Keoni sat back on his legs, hooves hollowly thumped the ground. A satisfied smile on his snout.

"I'm flattered, don't apologize. I've been teasing you all day, once in person and then again in pictures," Keoni said before he pulled himself off the ground. "Besides, you finished just in time for dinner," the horse explained.

Keoni walked away and Yancy followed him with his eyes. The front of the horse's briefs were distended, that longer and thicker shaft threatened to rip the fabric of reality; or just his briefs. One thing was for certain; the angora's cock hadn't lost its rigidity. The horse had moved to his bedroom and dawned a robe before he vanished into the entrance hall. Yancy finally stood and stepped away from the couch. He had made up his mind in full now.

When the horse came through the hall carrying a silver tray filled with their dinner, he was met with a bright sight. Yancy had stripped down to just bare fur and revealed himself in full for Keoni. The lithe form of the angora was accentuated by the close cut of his fur. The majority of the snowy fur was buzzed with the exception of the fur around his head and neck.

Yancy's fur was cut and sculpted as if it were a lion's mane. That tail swayed behind him, the long tufts of fur at the tip lagged behind the thick appendage, swaying in the air. Keoni smirked and brought the tray to the kitchen, setting one of the silver domes into the refrigerator. The rest was placed into the oven, he turned it on to the lowest setting.

"Would you like to take me to the bedroom," Yancy asked.

Keoni's voice cracked, "that would be nice."

Yancy moved in close to Keoni and reached for the sash that held his robes closed. The cat tugged it until the robes fell open. Boldly, the cat continued to remove Keoni's robes and revealed those, tented, red briefs once more. The cat flashed a grin and allowed the fluffy robes to pool at Keoni's hooves. Like the predator he was, the cat lunged forward and lifted his body onto the balls of his feet.

The cat swung an arm around Keoni's neck and hung from it as their lips clashed once again. The smack of the kiss echoed throughout the common area as both ground their body against the other. Keoni's hands mirrored the cat's; the angora's digits shoved beneath those briefs. The silky fabric distended with Yancy's fingers that clenched and massaged one of Keoni's cheeks.

The horse adjusted his stance, hooves anchored themselves in place. He used the grip on Yancy's ass to swipe the cat off his feet and into his strong grasp; miraculously, their lips never parted. Whether it was their tongues that helped maintain their connection or force of will, it did not matter as both were aroused and walked on cloud nine.

Keoni trotted down another hall and used his hoof to kick open the bedroom door. He walked to the bed and deposited the cat on the surface; their lips parted with a pop. It left them both breathing hard, eyes on each other as lust boiled over. The horse straightened up and reached to his hips. Fingers slowly pulled down his underwear until his predominantly pink shaft was able to hang free. As soon as the weight of the flesh was free, that shaft dropped further extending to its full length.

"Wow," Yancy huffed and got to see Keoni's heft. "Horses are large."

The cat's hand extended to heft the heavy shaft. Fingers squeezed around the foreskin, covered glans as he pulled the flesh back and forth. The bell and base were dark brown while a strawberry shake pink separated each section. Keoni watched those velvet digits lightly play over his flesh; cock oscillated from steel firm to pliably rigid. The horse had yearned for this moment yet it wasn't exactly what he wanted. However, his hooves shifted until knees were embedded against the mattress. He heard Yancy chuckle at the awkward way he moved; the confidence displayed over surf melted away to virginal pleasure.

"You act like you don't know what to do," Yancy teased.

The cat turned onto his side and reached over with his other hand. It captured the horse's heavy eggs and rolled the lightly fuzzed flesh over the steamy nuts hidden beneath white. Keoni grunted and pulsed his hips forward, moaning.

"I, well, I haven't really done anything; with another person." Keoni squeaked out.

The cat looked up at Keoni with a skeptical furrow, "you mean, you haven't had sex before?" Yancy didn't need a verbal reply as Keoni's ears flicked and those lips curled into an embarrassed smile. "Holy shit," the cat exclaimed and shuffled to the otherside of the bed, "get your ass on your back, Keoni."

"Oh, okay," the horse chirped and moved from vertical to horizontal. "Now what," Keoni grinned and rested the back of his head onto a palm.

His horse's length bobbed with his pulse, raising and lower against his belly. The angora turned onto his side again and like a cat poised to strike turned onto their front. Keoni's nostrils flared as he watched the cat prowl over his body; face drew ever closer. The cat's length looked angry with enthusiasm as veins bulged, skin pulled back to reveal a dark, purple head. Thin, white legs split the appaloosa's legs and wedged the horse's thighs open.

"Now you just lay there and continue to look handsome," Yancy purred and lowered his head.

"Easy, enough--mmf," Keoni snorted when he felt the rasp of a tongue sweep across his nutsack.

The cat's lips curled into a grin, his gaze followed the line of Keoni's length. The uncertainty, the anxiousness, the excitement, the arousal, it all mingled into an expression impossible to describe as a singular word. Eyes wide as he kept their gaze on each other while the Angora lavished those full balls.

Yancy sniffed and huffed Keoni's fur and despite the shower still held the horse's unique smell. The cat's eyes turned down to the horse's legs, softening their gaze succumbing to desire. His tongue cradled an egg on the pink curl of his tongue while lips pressed against it. Soft kisses turned to heavy slurps accompanied by the rake of claws over peaks and valleys formed by muscle. Keoni hissed at the sensation, shaft flexed off his belly for a moment and slapped firm against leathery pads; the cat captured that cock in his palms and began to work the flesh, squeezing, stroking, pulling and shifting the vascular web and flexing urethra.

Keoni's eyes finally closed and soaked in the sensations of being touched in such intimate ways for the first time. The cooling of a testicle soaked in spit contrasted the warmth the other ball felt as the cat worshipped him. Legs naturally pulled back and opened himself fully to Yancy's tongue. He felt that subtle rasp trail from his balls to his taint and nickered in pleasure as it ventured lower until it swiped bare flesh. That donut was lavished, traced, and teased by both the top and underside of the cat's tongue. His pulse hastened, never sure if it would be rough or smooth that would ignite the flames of his ass; the nerves weren't given a chance to go numb.

It all melded into one as he felt the cat push his legs toward his shoulders. He felt a breeze caress his muzzle and opened his eyes. Yancy's face hovered over his own, staring down, frozen in a moment in time. Keoni became aware of a hot pressure at his pucker as he returned to the moment at hand. His belly, soaked in lakes of pre which cascaded when he felt one leg lowered to wrap around the cat's waist. That white, long, tail constricted around it while his other leg was placed on Yancy's shoulder. The cat hugged it and leaned further forward; it caused Keoni's upper body to twist. His braided mane hung over a shoulder and served as a blonde frame for that handsome face.

Nothing was said between them at that moment. Keoni reached for the plush pillow against the headboard, clutching it and resting his body on his side. The flex of his body teased the cat's length, pucker nipped at the tip like lips at the start of a blowjob. Yancy reached a hand down to lube his palm and retake hold of Keoni's length. He stroked and gave a few shallow hump beginning to push his own length into Keoni. The horse's muscles jolted and flexed, each time they did, he'd feel that uncut shaft slip out slightly and wait. The pause between those periods became shorter and shorter and the cat's mewls of pleasure began anew. Each slow and shallow pump became longer and deeper as virgin muscles became aclimated to the hot shaft that desperately wanted to fuck him. Keoni grunted suddenly, back arched and body flexed hard. Tail flagged over the bed's sheets while that shaft strained with the rest of his body.

"All the way in," he heard Yancy say between strained pants of his own.

"Can we," Keoni grunted and waited for his jaws to unclench before continuing, "wait a moment. My leg is cramping," he added.

"Sure," the cat said and shifted his body to ease the horse's leg off his shoulder. Ginger as ever, the cat let the horse take control and smiled when Keoni curled it around to lock with his other leg. Secured on Yancy's lap, the cat leaned over Keoni, "I thought you fell asleep on me, when I was tasting you."

Keoni chuckled and chuffed, "how could I? I didn't want to miss a single moment of this." The horse said and wrapped his arms over the cat's neck and pulled their heads closer. "It hurt, but I knew it would," Keoni craned his head up and gave Yancy a kiss before he pulled back. "But, I don't care right now. I want you to have all of my virginity."

Yancy's muzzle curled into a lopsided grin and leaned down to give a kiss in return with the addition of a roll of his hips. "I'm glad I get to be the one to take the Kahuna's virginity," the cat said with whiskers perked and ears laid back.

"Mmm, gonna have to work on that Hawaiian," Keoni teased. "I think you should stick with what you know," he added.

"Heh, sure," Yancy purred before their lips met again.

Their heads turned and locked in a deep kiss as Yancy's hips continued their slow rolls. Like the gentle surf that comes with the rising tide, the cat began to thrust at a brisk pace. The slurp of that shaft driving into Keoni's body accompanied by the sound of their kiss. Tongues danced like the currents, twisting and churning in the heat of their maws. As the intensity of their fucking continued to heighten they released their lip lock.

Yancy's hands captured Keoni's legs behind the knees and began to curl them once more. That lithe belly worked like a machine, pistoning in and out of Keoni's ass. The horse had gripped his shaft, stroking it while he watched Yancy take the reins and use his body to mutual benefits. The leathery pouch had begun to pull up as the cat's growls and groans became louder and more feral.

The horse nickered and grunted and drew his gaze up to match the cat's. Both were lost in pleasure as they shared a split moment of intimacy. Equality shared, in that moment, an expression outside of any other context would look ridiculous. The contortions of climax wrinkled the cat's snout just before the horse felt a blast of heat fill the pit of his stomach. Yancy fell forward against Keoni's legs as those hips adopted an erratic spasm; balls nearly vanished into the skater twink's body.

Keoni brought one hand to his tip and began to massage it just right. Yancy was gifted with the similar face only moments later as that ring became a vice. The horse made a strained grunt, back arched, legs tight, as a heavy splash fell onto his body. The room was filled with the barny, musky, bleachy scent as two, three, four waves of cum splashed across Keoni's torso. The thick fluid glazed his chest and stomach, ruining the mattress. Neither of them could care in that moment of orgasmic bliss.

Despite the warm, sticky mess, Yancy collapsed onto Keoni's chest; that spewing shaft trapped and continuing to throb weakly. Keoni pulled his hands free and wrapped his arms around the cat's body grunting and huffing while balls worked everything they could out of the horse. The angora mewled in satisfaction, dosing and nestling his head beneath Keoni's chin. They hugged and caressed as afterglow overtook them like a wave, plunging them both into a satisfied slumber; dinner forgotten.

The windows remained black with the night but soon began to dimly glow with sunlight. Dawn fast approached as the lock to the front door clicked and the door opened. Russell stepped into the suite, dressed sharp as ever, wandering down the hall. However, he took only a few steps in before he paused. The rottie's ears perked curiously at the silence. He reached to his pocket and gripped a small canister of mace before he continued further.

The dog stepped into the common area, eyes darted around in the dim lighting of the room. He scanned the room, fur raised in predatory instinct. Those rusty eyes began to take in the details; the scent of quesadillas in the air. He wandered to the kitchen and turned off the oven before he peaked within it. It was at that moment he began to let his guard down and put the mace back into its pouch.

Russell's arms shot out in front of him, a frazzled, unbelievable sort of gesture. He walked to the lounge and saw not one, but two glasses sat on the table. In silence, the dog rubbed his head until he noticed discarded clothing. Brows raised and ears perked at the subtle sound of life came from a darkened hall.

Quiet as a mouse, the dog shifted his weight to the toes of his dress shoes. Not even the creak of leather echoed off the walls as he followed the sound of even, slow breathing. The dog's nose wrinkled as Keoni's scent became thick as cream; a pungent scent when unprepared. He pushed open the door and looked to the bed.

A hardened and concerned gazed softened to a near, fatherly look. The dog relaxed onto the door frame as he looked over the sleeping bodies. The sheets had been pulled over Keoni's body, the stiff fabric stuck out like a shelf off his hip. The horse's braid fell beneath an armpit and hung lazily over the edge of the bed. The red-brown arm rested peacefully over snowy fur. Yancy, despite his size, had taken the big spoon position; his head nuzzled into Keoni's nape in an angle that would only be comfortable for cats.

"Welp," Russell thought to himself, "the competition is a wash." He turned and began to stroll down the hall. He reached to his pocket and pulled out his phone. He began to send off a few messages by the time he approached the front door. With one more click, a dial tone presented itself. He stepped out of the suite as another person answered.

"Ah, hey Ralph, sorry for waking you, I didn't? Excellent! Well anyhow, I'm calling to ask you to run some numbers for me--yes, I think we got a press photographer." The dog paused and waited for the elevator, "it isn't for certain, but I have my suspicions." The dog's eyes widened in shock as Ralph said something. The doors opened and greeted the rottweiler with a golden wash of light, "yes yes, curled up like you and I. Uh huh," the dog said as the elevator closed and sealed the conversation to privacy.

Blue-dark colors faded to a muddy gray until the sun ignited the skies in rich reds and browns. That light shined through blinds over the sleeping pair. Yancy had rolled onto his back mirroring Keoni who slept soundly beside him. The cat, however, was awake, eyes stared off at the ceiling. He turned to look at Keoni's face before it moved lower. The sheets were lifted by the horse's sleepy erection. Keoni stirred when Yancy swung his legs over the side of the bed; toes curled and claws unsheathed themselves. The floor warmers radiated through the cat's pads; Yancy's eyes closed in the luxurious sensation.

The angora stretched and felt warmth contact his shoulders. The cat turned his head and found himself cheek to nose with Keoni. White ears perked and a purr rumbled in his chest when he smiled. He felt the horse's arms wrap around his lithe form and embrace like a marbled blanket. Keoni's fingers massaged over Yancy's chest and felt the leaner and tougher muscles that had developed.

Yancy leaned his head back on Keoni's shoulders, rowling when the horse's fingers wrapped around his morning wood, "Mmmf, good morning."

Keoni replied in a mirrored, sleepy tone, "good morning. Guess I didn't work hard enough last night." Keoni teased while fingers squeezed the cat's glands, "figured you'd be raw."

Yancy hissed through his teeth and rolled his hips into the horse's teasing hand, "I don't think I hit empty; I got close though." The cat's ears flicked back, his tail shifted just enough to allow Keoni's shaft to land at the small of his back.

He heard Keoni's legs stretch across the bed before he was dragged backward to lay on the appaloosa's chest. Keoni's cock's warmth nestled itself at the back of the cat's balls. It throbbed as the horse continued to pet and stroke. Yancy stretched his arms up, arching his back on the slab of muscle. The angora considered falling back asleep in the new position, however, Keoni wouldn't allow that.

The horse's fingers cupped Yancy's thighs and spread them open to dangle beside the thicker thighs. One hand wandered to the base of the flicking tail while the other dragged itself up the cat's body until leathery pads brushed a hidden, pink nipple. Yancy hissed as Keoni pinched it and lightly scraped the tip of a nail over it.

"You're insatiable." Yancy's faux complaint was followed with a snicker.

"What, you said you were close to being tapped." Keoni's body vibrated with a chuckle, "why not drain you and let ya recharge on the water?"

Yancy smirked and shifted his shoulders so he could look at Keoni. Their snouts close he said, "that's piss poor reasoning. But, you know I can't deny a guest knocking on my door."

"Mmm, I'm just a guest? After a year," Keoni attempted to fake a hurt tone, "ahh well, as long as I get to feel ya next to me; among other things." The horse punctuated the last sentence with his fingers shoving forward into the angora's body.

The cat gasped and mewled accepting two of the horse's fingers. The loosened, pink ring spread and squelched still slick from the evening's events. The horse spread and flicked his fingers, warming up the muscles; waking them up from slumber. Yancy curled up and reached for the night stand, a half empty bottle of lube captured in his hands. Keoni hummed and slid his fingers free, offering them to the cat. A thick dollop of the cold fluid landed on Keoni's fingers which swiftly returned to the cat's warm tunnel. They did this several more times before both sat up.

Yancy stood and turned while Keoni reached for the bottle of lube and got his cock slicked up. He also grabbed something else from the drawer just as Yancy slid onto his chair. The cat's arms draped over Keoni's shoulders as they settled onto Keoni's lap. The horse's shaft nestled itself between white cheeks, throbbing with anticipation. Their lips met and worked in synchrony, smacking and tonguing each other's maws. Keoni's hands landed on the cat's cheeks, squeezing that plush ass and adjusting his shaft to tap at Yancy's pucker once again.

He heard Yancy's tail slap the edge of the bed just as that familiar, velvety sensation returned to him. The cat sighed in satisfaction as he lowered himself onto Keoni's shaft; easing onto it. There was a hint of discomfort on the cat's face, just pleasure, lust and satisfaction. The horse leaned back and rested onto his hands letting the angora go at his own pace. The sun's light began to crest the horizon and outlined the bouncing cat's figure; yet those eyes cut through the brightness of the sun.

Keoni was fixated on the cat's eyes, determined to pleasure him. Words didn't need to be said as Yancy flexed his ass and squeezed Keoni's cock, milking him and teasing him; never the same cadence or pressure. The horse's hooves clattered against the ground before his hips began to lazily raise and match each bounce Yancy made.

"Fuck, this never gets old," the cat said between a moaned mewl. "Lay back," he said sharply with passion.

Keoni grunted and settled across the mattress. The cat leaned forward and pressed Keoni's shoulders into plush sheets and began to ride the horse. Soon, the morning sun kissed room was filled with the dull thud of bodies colliding and heated breaths. The squelch of each lubricated thrust only added to the eroticism both felt in their bodies.

Keoni's arms were laid over his head, fists clenched, "I want you to follow me wherever I fly."

Yancy settled onto Keoni's body, taking a quick break, "what do you mean?"

Yancy's eyes were suspicious as they stared down at Keoni. The horse simply grinned and opened one of his fists.

"I mean, I'd like you to be my pillar and I'll be yours," the horse nickered, "I'm terrible at this, I'm asking you if you'd like to be, if you'd like to," the horse lifted his hand and presented a gold band, "if you'd like to fly to the edge of the world with me."

Yancy was silent for only a moment, "tsk, you idiot." Yancy leaned forward and gave the confused horse a tender, long, kiss. It ended and their snouts parted, "Russell warned that you are old fashioned." The angora slid his finger through the band before his digits entwined with horse's and pinned them to the bed. He kissed the horse one more time before adding, "you're wearing Ikaika's gal's gown if you don't hurry up and nut. I'm starved."